#and what does is basically curling up in bed and hiding away until i can focus or think straight again

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What if y/n is scared of the thunderstorms because it reminds them of their parents fighting so they sneak into their brothers bedroom for cuddles

im melting man, crying also omg i think the brothers have become my favorite rn, i love them <3 I've kinda been trying to give them more character so ig i have the little basics of what they look like lol also i've grown oddly fond of calling them one, two three and four lol, also assume all this is happening at night or something :p also pink theme!!! also also everything in this is PLATONIC

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One never sleeps or rather he sleeps very little, being the head of the company, he has many things to look after, constantly on calls, looking through papers etc, as such he gets very little sleep. However, he probably has a set 'bedtime' for his sibling, especially on weekdays.

So when he sees his sibling crack open the door, he's a bit surprised. He sets down his papers, getting up from his chair , wondering why you stumbled into his room.

Being the eldest he was never there to see you cowering under the blankets when your parents fought, he was probably right there with your parents trying to either break up the fight or making sure they never went near where he knew his siblings were hiding. As such, he probably assumes you just happened to be scared of just the storm, not aware it brings back unpleasant memories.

Probably won't come to cuddle immediately, he tells you to go curl up on his bed and that he has a few things to look after but it doesn't take long for him to realise how much you toss and turn in the bed, pulling the blankets over your head.

For once, One decides to head to bed early or atleast try to, being accustomed to sleep schedule, he probably spends a while, still looking at his papers, absentmindedly brushing his fingers through your hair/holding your hand until he finally feels tired enough to lay down.

Very awkward while cuddling, he's so unnaturally stiff, it's horrible , half the time he sleeps like he's dead but also a very light sleeper as a result of his childhood, if he hears you having any nightmares, he's quick to wake you up, even if it ruins his sleep.

Two is probably the only person who takes time to wind down after every day, at night you'll probably see him using face masks while reading whatever catches his interest.

Two knows very well why you came into his room, he was the one to look after you and the others, making sure to usher all of you away from the mess, making sure all of you kept quiet, taking the blame for most things just so three of you could escape from their wrath.

Two pats the space next to his bed, letting you just lay there talking to him/ in silence, probably giving you a mask as well and don't worry, he'll remove it too.

Will probably read whatever he was reading to you or ramble about the things his students did or gossip he managed to overhear from his college.

Two doesn't sleep until he knows you're asleep as well. He is probably the best brother to cuddle with, the fluffiest blankets, the softest sheets and not to mention, he isn't as stiff as One is lol

Two does everything he can to make sure you sleep through the night without any problem. He wasn't able to protect his siblings from the aftermath of a ruined house but he'll be damned if he lets any of them suffer through it alone.

Three is probably the only person who sleeps early in the house, hell, he'll sleep through anything, nothing wakes him up.

You could just slip into the bed and he wouldn't notice until he woke up or you should wake him up first, although it takes a lot of effort.

He moves to the side so you can get in, draping the blanket over you before going right back to sleep. Three was never around to see that many fights, anything he saw a fight start up he'd walk out of the house, not coming back until much later.

But he's not stupid, he'll pick up if the storm makes you uncomfortable with the way you won't stay still. He'll be quick to pull you into a hug, mumbling at you to shut up and go to sleep (what an arse)

He probably has earplugs laying around somewhere and it the storm bothers you that much, he'll begrudgingly get up and find them for you.

Checks up on you in the morning instead, apologizing for really getting up and being there for you. If you didn't sleep well, he'll offer to find some excuse to give One so that you can stay home and sleep and he'll take you out somewhere on the weekends to make up for it.

Four being around the same age has also probably picked up unpleasant memories returning with loud noises, always being on his guard as a young child around his parents, making sure the both of you were never near them when an argument started.

If you walk into his room, you'll probably find him with his headphones on watching/playing something to keep him distracted from the storm.

Sleep doesn't come easy for him and even if it does, it's always plagued with nightmares, so tries to avoid going to sleep most of the time.

The moment you walk into the room he understands what's going on and moves over so you can join him on the bed to watch whatever he's watching, even if it means sacrificing his headphones for you.

If he's playing something, he'll ask you to join him and once again, hand the headphones to you so you can't hear the storm brewing outside. He lets you play whatever you want or if you don't want to play, he'll do it for you.

Once he notices you're asleep, he'll probably find some playlist for you to listen too before tucking you into bed. He'll gladly sacrifice his headphones and his sleep as long as your okay.

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NSFW Alphabet :: Billy Lenz

This is my very first NSFW Alphabet, so.. It’s not as great as you (all), expect! Even so, I do accept critique! Anyways, please enjoy and if (somehow) you like this writing you could request a similar one for another Slasher! Warning ⚠️ : Not proof read.

REQUESTS : OPEN

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Billy, he isn’t both bad or good and his aftercare isn’t heaven or hell, it’s more in the middle of all things. Billy will usually finish up by looking down at you and taking in the sight from how he left you all messy, giggling and murmuring stuff.. “OH! Piggy is so cute.. so cute!”, “Dirty piggy!”, etc. But, soon enough he will give you some more love by crawling up to you and giving you sloppy kisses down your body, covering you up with a blanket (or his sweater, if you’re lucky enough). And peer away to his hiding spot, leaving you curled up in a ball in a blanket while panting over the amount of ‘activities’ you had done with Billy. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Billy knows what he likes about himself and that is his mouth and hands, from how he’s able to venture his tongue up and down your neck, collarbone, chest, stomach and much more. And his hands because of how he loves squeezing and kneading on your so so soft skin.. What he likes about you is your legs, mostly it being your thighs. From how easy they are to grab and from it’s satisfying squeeze (He goes crazy over the clapping sound they make when he’s having ‘moments’ with you).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Billy is a messy boy, nasty even! So he tends to cum anywhere he can reach from the position he is in.. When he is behind you with you head buried in the sheets of the bed, he will cum right on your back and run his hand up and down the white liquid, messing with it while mumbling gruesome things. If he’s on-top and facing you, once he’s close he’ll quickly pull out of you and crawl up to you. Cumming right on your face, (He loves the way you gasp in shock from the amount he lets out on your face, and how you quickly turn a flush red).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Billy has a lot of dirty secrets to keep in, but his most deepest darkest one is that he loves to steal your clothes. His favorite piece of clothe to steal from you being your underwear, especially your recent worn ones.. He can’t help but love the scent you leave off on them, and that soon results into him hiding somewhere and humping against them and moaning you name.. “Ooohhh! Y/N.. Y/N!  M-my.. Little piggy!”.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Billy knows a whole lot of how to have sex, or how it’s done. But when it comes to he himself actually doing it, he Is out of pace and overall messy with everything from how he’s never experienced such things. But, he still makes his way into doing it, just that you will have to teach him how to do everything well and right.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Billy Isn’t picky with the positions you two get in, he loves anything that involves him being able to feel your body close and have himself deep inside you.. Though, he is a fan of such positions as ; Doggy style, Cowgirl, “Grasshopper” and or “Spooning”. 

 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Billy is serious, in his own way.. He is heavily concentrated on how your body looks and how it reacts to everything he does and he always comments something on it. Which sometimes ends up making you laugh from how he says it or the overall wording he says it in.. “Aaah! My dirty piggy is so precious!” .. ‘pfft- .. Dirty Piggy?’ . But he’s still loving and serious in the situation, even if you think he isn’t.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Billy is almost always in his hiding spots and never goes down until you call him for something important or when you are in the mood, meaning he never dares to get our and ‘waste his time’ shaving himself up. So, he has a quite messy ‘carpet’ and there is slight patches going up his stomach. His hair down ‘there’ is a bit more darker then the actual hair on his head..

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Billy is intimate and loving, yes. Though, in his own way.. He shows his love to you by what he’s doing to you in the moment by thrusting into you, but if he sees you want more he will do so (if he really wants to, that is). He will lean into you and give you hard bites that drool follows through, lick up and down your body. Give you spit-filled kisses and maybe even tell you he loves having sex with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Billy is very sexually active, well.. With you! He wouldn’t dare to leave his ‘dear piggy’. But when it comes to him being alone with himself he tends to touch himself quite a lot by just a small thought of you or even peering at you through a hole in the wall (or something) and staring right at you while he touches himself.. Sometimes, he will use your underwear and give it some sniffs while he strokes himself in a sloppy and fast manner.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves anything that involves him using his mouth, hands or hearing you moan and beg for him.. Not only that but even cry from how much he teases you, so he has quite ‘unique’ kinks such as ; Anilingus/Cunnilingus, Gagging kink, Mommy kink, Distracted sex and has a loving for Somnophilia. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Billy is not picky, as said.. He loves anything that involves him being able to touch your body and be deep inside you, so he would do it anywhere with you.. In the kitchen, pressed against the counter? He’ll wrap his arms around your hips and pull you close, humping himself against you while you work on some food. On the couch focused on a book, he will open up your legs and work on your pants until he gets them off and will start to ram himself into you. He will do it anywhere! 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Billy is easy to turn on, just by thinking of you or imagining your face just makes drool start to form In the corners of his mouth and a slight bulge grow in his pants. But when it comes to actual contact to contact with you, seeing you tired unusually turns him on.. Your sleepy eyes that can barely hold themselves up, your soft yawns, soft and slow breathing coming to you once you start to fall asleep. He loves it! (Explaining the somnophilia).

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Billy hates anything that involves him having to ‘give you away’ to another person and or even having to watch you have sex with someone else, he’s scared that once that ever happens it will keep happening. So, if you ever come up with a threesome.. ‘Hey Billy? .. I was thinking about trying something different, like.. A threeso-‘ , “No! no.. No no no! Piggy only belongs to me! Billy!” He will yell and scream, as he grabs you tightly and quickly wraps his body around yours. “Billy.. Billy is good!” He will say as he starts to claw at his clothes so he could show you that you don’t need two people for pleasure, that him alone is enough.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves to receive, watching you as you move your head up and down as tears build up in your eyes. And how he can head your soft gags when he decides to ram himself into your face, but he also likes to give you some pleasure. He loves having his head in between his head as he licks/sucks on you, and how you praise and moan at him or his name.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s slow and sensual at the very starting of your special moment, but he will soon become a wild animal from the amount of pleasure he’s getting and will start to become fast and rough by thrusting deep inside you. Which follows with him being sloppy and messy from how he just wants to hit a good spot that will make him feel much much pleasure.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Billy loves the idea and quickies, mostly he causes them. By tugging at your shirt and whispering gruesome words to you of how bad he wants to have you, and the things he wants to do to you.. Soon, starting to hump against you until you finally give in.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Even if Billy loves having sex with you anywhere and or having quickies, he doesn’t like the idea of getting caught with you because it would led to very bad things and possibly not even seeing you ever again. So he stays away from such risks.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Billy has a large sex-drive from how much he imagines such scenarios, touches himself and the held up sexual frustration. So when he got his hands on you he knew he could do whatever he wanted to do, because you couldn’t say no to his begging.. But, usually he lasts for 4 (in a half) rounds until he falls weak on the bed and is a whimpering and over-stimulated mess. Begging for you not to ‘use’ him anymore, but if you keep going he will still hold on as ur expect him to be holding at you for dear life.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Billy likes the idea of toys, yes! Though he would never actually use them because he’s scared if they’ll be too much for you and him.. Unless you beg him and he gives in (For Female reader ; If you ever requested pegging, he would be afraid of how rough you will be because he usually is with you. But once he gets to the actual thing his back is arching and his eyes are rolling in the back of his head. Begging and yelping for more).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you and watch you get impatient, but if you gets annoyed and or upset he will soon stop and quickly apologize to you.. “Billy is.. Sorry, thought you liked it” .. “It’s okaaay! .. It’s fine Billy, just- don’t do it too much? Now cmonn!”.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s loud.. Loud moans, whimpering, yelping, crying, mewling, etc. He will make any sound possible to show that he is loving every bit of the moment he is having with you. And not only that, but he mumbles out a lot of things while he’s inside you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When he’s in any position that has him looking right down at your face he will not stare away at you and watch your faces contort into faces of pleasure and your mouth opening into an ‘O’ everything you moan, and your eyebrows furrow. He will have a wear to ear grin while drool drips down his teeth and onto his chin.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Billy is about 6 inches and a solid 7 when hard, though he is slightly ‘short’ he is still thick. Billy is uncut and two inches into his base which connects to his top is slightly curved, which always makes rough sex good from how he pokes into you. Billy is average, but he knows how to use himself in someway that makes you feel so much pleasure.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High! He is very sexual, and in a gruesome way. So he loves anything that involves you two, naked and in the mood which makes you two go crazy and be all over each other.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You never get to see Billy fall asleep because after sex he immediately ventures off to his hiding spot and you won’t see him after a few hours, but even if you don’t think so.. Once Billy gets where he needs to be, he will immediately fall down onto the ground face first and small asleep. Snoring loudly, from how tired he is from all the rounds you two went through.

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GLUE SONG!!

synopsis : love songs were definitely your favorite song to write. but with little experience it’s hard to get the right words out, so you search left and right for any opportunity. until you realize, he’s been hiding in plain sight all along.

warnings : uhh theyre so awkward Lawl, i dont think theres any tho?? just fluff

wc : 606 words

003 : great minds think alike

Being productive on a Saturday morning was something you didn’t expect would happen. But your mom just couldn’t get out of bed this morning and forced you to buy ingredients for dinner.

Though, she let you use her money to go shopping as a reward for the fact you probably had to go to three groceries stores just for her special surprise of a dinner was truly a karma itself coming for you.

So you didn’t mind the fact you had basically gotten free money, even if you had to take a little detour on the way home.

Deciding to try a new cafe today, you pull open the heavy door admiring the calm atmosphere of it.

The cafe wasn’t busy, but still had a few people sitting around, a majority with eyes glued to their laptop and an empty coffee cup sitting next to them.

You walk up to the cashier, waiting for the tall man to notice you as you make sure they have the drink you want to order.

He looks up to you, eyes widening as he quickly puts his phone down, walking up to the cashier.

“Sorry, not many customers have come today, surprisingly, what can I get you?”

Before you can even realize, you say “Do you have a recommendation? I don’t know what to get.”

That's a lie. You always drink a latte.

“Oh, that’s okay, I always get the iced americano.” 

He has a faint smile on his face, and a slightly bigger one grows on your face. His smile is cute, You think, admiring how his hair is styled or the few moles on his nose.

“This is awkward, I don’t really like strong coffee flavors, do you have anything lighter?” You let out a chuckle while saying it.

“Oh—sorry um, you could get a latte? The weather is getting colder, can't have you catching a cold, can I?” He blushes slightly while saying that, making sure to look everywhere but you.

You want to curl up in a ball and roll away. Can you believe this gorgeous man is flirting with you and can’t even look at you? 

Quickly glancing at his nametag, you let out a grin, “Wow Sunghoon, we just met and you already care so much for me? And yes I’ll have a latte, please.”

He nods, adding the order to the machine.

“Sorry—Um I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, is that all for you?”

You let out a breathy smile, “Don’t worry Sunghoon, you didn’t. Yes that’s all.”

“Oh okay, sorry—Your total is four dollars and ninety-five cents, you can insert the card here.” He points at the small black box in front of you, you quietly thank him, paying and leaving to sit down.

Soon after you sit down, he places your cup down in the order station, unsure of how to get your attention as he looks at you awkwardly. Chuckling, you walk up to him, taking your drink.

“Thank you!” You glance at the glass doors you walked in, “I’ll see you around, yeah? I’ve got to run some errands for my mom.” 

“Oh—yeah see you around.” He waves goodbye as you happily take your drink.

The second your out of view Sunghoon sits back down, why does he have to be so awkward around everyone? Especially pretty people like you?

He thought he was crazy for flirting with you out of nowhere, he probably made you uncomfortable and now you’ll never come back to the cafe again. He sighs, going back on his phone to distract himself.

Little did he know that you’re thinking the same thing.

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Little Remedy - Girl!Noah x Layla (OFC)

Pairing: Girl!Noah x OFC Warning: Swearing, Oral Sex (f receiving), Fingering (f recieving) Word Count: 4.4k Note: This is a gender bent AU. Read at your own discretion. Thank you @deathblacksmoke for the thought and listening to my rambles about two pretty girlfriends <3

She’s got the prettiest girl, Layla thinks. The sheer blouse shows off the intricate lines of ink that cover most of her body. The high-waisted trousers accentuate her beautiful long form even more. For once, Noah listened to her when she made a suggestion for her to wear. And she looks gorgeous — she always does, but something about this get up makes Layla feel especially warm inside. Maybe it’s because she knows what’s hiding under the thin fabric, maybe it’s because they’d basically been on top of each other all day before they got ready. 

It’s a good occasion, though. An end of year party hosted by the band's label to celebrate the achievements of the last year. And of course, her girl brought home the biggest share of sales this year. As if she’d expected less from her. She knows what her baby is capable of. 

And as much as she wanted to keep her to herself today, seeing her all dressed up like this is worth it. The combination of the sheer blouse and the tailored pants makes Noah look even taller than she normally does. 

Layla herself feels a little as if she’s been put on a serving platter for all the straight men in the room to devour. She understands that this night is mostly for Noah and the boys to network, but she wants nothing more than to drag her back home and into their bed. 

She watches Noah from across the room, where she’s tied up in a conversation with both Nicks, something about the band she assumes - it usually is. 

Those long, slender fingers curl around a glass of something. Even from this distance, she can make out the counterpart of the bracelet she wears. Hers has a little N dangling from it, while Noah’s has an L. Layla had bought them for their first anniversary and Noah had been wearing hers since that day almost a year ago. 

The last of them, Jolly, comes up behind Layla. She’s grown comfortable around them in the two years since she’s met Noah, and she doesn’t mind when he throws an arm around her shoulder. 

“I still can’t believe that you managed to tie her down.” He shakes his head. 

There’s a snarky comment about her skill to be made that Layla elegantly bites down on. 

“I’m just that lovable.” She says instead, and Jolly gives her a wholehearted laugh in return. 

He pulls her in a little closer, “That you are. You’re good for her.” 

She wants to protest, but Noah has been very honest with her. She knows how much she had struggled when they met, how difficult things had been, and Noah is adamant that it took them meeting for her to find the strength to make it out of that. 

“Take the compliment for once. She was a mess before you met.” 

Jolly lets go of her just as Noah finds her eyes. She smiles, and it makes Layla feel a little funny inside. She’s absolutely devastating when she wants to be, and sometimes Layla isn’t sure that her love is aware of it. She thinks it’s especially bad when her hair is pulled back like this, and just a few strands fall into her face. The fact that she’s one wrong move away from putting her pretty tits on display for everyone doesn’t exactly help. 

But while her girl likes to tease and taunt, Layla knows that she’s the only one that gets to see her all bare. 

She’s playing coy tonight, Layla thinks. They’re still surrounded by way too many people, so in a way she gets it. But she’s been hit on by one too many band dudes for her taste, and Layla decides that now is the right moment to end the evening. 

They’ve been here for far too long anyway. 

She pushes her way through the crowd until she gets to wriggle between Ruffilo and Noah. 

“I’m gonna have to steal this one.” She says, sneaking an arm around Noah’s middle, “You’ve had enough of her for the night.”

Layla feels her squirm just a little bit when her finger pulse against the flimsy fabric. 

“And we still have unfinished business from earlier.” She adds just to torture Noah a little more. 

Opposite her, Folio turns beet red and quickly excuses himself under the guise of wanting to get another drink. Layla thinks it’s adorable. He’s so easy to fluster. 

Nick stays for a moment longer, and Layla uses the opportunity to let that promise of more dangle in front of Noah for just a moment longer. The topic is so horribly mundane that she can practically feel her growing more and more restless by the minute. 

She feels Noah’s hand wrap around her own, one that is still resting against her waist. Layla laces their fingers together. 

“I won’t keep you. It was good to see you, Layla.” 

He sends them off with a hug and a kiss to Layla’s cheek. They’re silent for a moment, as they watch Nick disappear into the crowd. 

“I hate the dress.” Noah says quietly as she empties the remainder of her drink. 

“You didn’t seem to hate it when I put it on.”

Noah detaches her hand from Layla’s and brings it to her waist instead. Layla shifts so that she’s standing right in front of her. 

She tries the glass again, only to find it properly empty this time, “I only hate it because you look too good in it. I couldn’t stop looking at you, and it seems like I wasn’t the only one.”

“Are you jealous?” She traces the backs of her fingers against her cheek. 

“Am not.”

“I know you, baby.” She places her hand against Noah’s cheek and carefully steers her down towards her lips, “Let’s get out of here. I still have plans for you.”

By the time they’re back home, Noah’s practically attached to her. She tastes like the drink she’d had earlier, something sweet and warm, but Layla doesn’t mind, not when her hands are so desperate to find something. 

She manages to detach herself from her long enough to lead her back to the bedroom. 

Noah’s just a few paces behind her, fingers still interlaced with hers. Those elegant fingers that feel absolutely divine when she works them into her. 

Tonight is about Noah, though. She’ll treat her pretty girl just right. She’s earned the treat. 

Noah closes the door behind them, and suddenly they’re tinged in that warm orange light of the way too expensive bedside lamps Layla had insisted upon. 

“Come here.” She says softly, and she can almost see the shiver running down Noah’s back. 

She follows, hands immediately finding Layla’s waist. 

“You’re touchy today.” She notes, “Pretty thing.”

Noah bends to kiss her again, “How could I not be when you look like this?” Her lips trace across the joint of her jaw and neck, lower and lower still, “Everyone was looking at you.”

“You think?”

“I know.” Another kiss to the top of her bare shoulder.

“Gotta show you that I’m all yours then, don’t I?”

Layla tugs her blouse free from the waistband of her trousers, before she slowly works her way down the row of buttons. With every button she undoes, she presses a kiss of her skin. One by one until she had to bend to kiss her tummy. 

“I could have sworn that you skipped the bra today.” She says, pushing the soft fabric from her shoulders. 

Her fingers trace across the thin straps. It’s nothing fancy, but it suits her, and it does exactly what she needs it to. 

“And give everyone a show?” Noah scoffs in reply. 

Layla presses a soft kiss to the centre of her sternum, “You’re right. They’re just for me to see, aren’t they?”

She lets out a soft little sound at that. It’s not quite a gasp yet, but Layla knows that she’ll have her there before the night is over. 

She moves to undo the button of Noah’s trousers and lets her shimmy out of the garment. 

“Help me with the zip?” She asks, turning so that Noah can access it. 

A warm hand comes to rest against her shoulder. The dress slowly loosens around her body as Noah tugs the zip down. She eases the fabric down her body, holds out her hand to steady Layla as she steps out of it. 

Behind her, Noah draws in a sharp breath. 

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Layla asks innocently. 

“Forgot that you didn’t have anything on under that dress.”

Layla feels her hands drifting down her back and across her waist, until her arms wrap around her middle. Noah pulls her close against her body. Her chin comes to rest on top of her shoulder, “I know you said you have plans…”

“God you’re spoiled.” Layla sighs, “What did you do before we met?” 

“I don’t know.” she kisses her neck, “But I have you to take care of me now don’t I?” 

Layla shakes her head, “You’re a real menace sometimes.” 

“But you love me.” another kiss. 

She hums a yes. 

“If you’re good, and you lie down for me, I’ll show you just how much.” 

Noah detaches herself from her as soon as the words leave her mouth. She sits at the edge of their bed. Layla kneels behind her. She carefully pulls the tie that holds up Noah’s hair and carefully brushes it over her shoulder. With a hand on her cheek, she moves her so that she can kiss her again. Her lips feel soft against Layla’s, she’s soft so everywhere. She can’t wait to get her mouth on her. 

She pushes at the soft bra still covering Noah’s chest. They manage to get it off somehow, despite their unwillingness to separate. 

Layla has her on her back before long. The cologne Noah wears fills her senses, it's mixed with her own perfume. She kisses along the length of her neck, the soft curve of her shoulder. 

She knows where Noah wants her, knows where she has to bring her lips to make her sing. For now, she skirts around those delicate spots. 

It’s her favourite game. 

She keeps her kisses light and barely there, fully knowing that it’ll drive her mad. And when she draws the tip of her tongue across a pebbled nipple, she sighs so prettily that it makes Layla feel so very warm inside. 

“Don’t tease.” Noah whispers. 

The protest is half-hearted. They both know that she enjoys this just as much as Layla does. 

She brings her hand up to cover the breast she isn’t lavishing with attention already. They’re so very sensitive, and she’s sure that she could bring her over the edge just like this. But she knows what her pretty girl is so desperate for. 

Her lips trail across the expanse of her belly; lets her fingers trace along the sides of her body. She whispers praise against her skin. Gentle prayers to some foreign god to let her baby know how deeply rooted her love truly is. When she looks up, she finds Noah’s eyes blown wide, but focused solely on her. 

Layla presses a kiss to her hip, before she lifts herself up a little. 

“Have I told you how proud I am of you?” She asks and almost feels herself choke on the fondness in her chest. 

Her fingers soothe over the place she just kissed. Noah finds her free hand and tangles their fingers together. She pulls their joined hands up towards her lips.

“On occasion.” Noah kisses the backs of her fingers. 

“Can’t hurt if I show you too, hm?” 

“Would you?” Layla can feel her breath brushing against her fingers, “Please?”

Layla keeps their hands linked as she lowers herself back to her previous spot. She kisses along the waistband of her panties. The fabric is soft, just like Noah’s skin. She eases the garment down and Noah lifts her hips instinctively, allowing her to slide them down her legs. They disappear somewhere between the tousled up sheets, forgotten until they will shake up the sheets in the morning. Layla brings her lips to the soft skin just above her mound. She skirts around her centre and instead trails her kisses along the top of her thigh. Noah squirms a little when her lips brush against a little tender spot just by the inside of her thigh. Faint remnants of previous nights still litter the skin there. Mostly faded bruises left behind by her lips and fingers. 

One of Noah’s hands finds its way into her hair, not to tug, but to keep some of the curls away from her face. It’s selfish, though, because all Noah wants is to see her face. 

Layla scrapes her teeth against the inside of her thighs, drawing a pretty little whine from Noah. She’s so close to where Noah wants her, and really she has to force herself to stay away from her. 

“Baby.” She whines, tugging at her hair just a little. 

“You’ll get what you want.” A kiss to the inside of her thigh just below where she wants her, “Let me play with you a little first.” 

She pulls her hand away from Noah’s, only to be rewarded with another little whine. She brings her hand to her other thigh and gently pushes until Noah understands, and she can arrange her the way she wants. She’s beautiful like this, hair spread out around her head like some angelic vision of a woman. 

Mary Magdalene has nothing on her. 

Sometimes Layla wishes that others could see how beautiful she is when her head is stretched back like this, how absolutely addicting the sight of those long, elegant fingers wrung into their sheets is. They don’t get to see her like this, they don’t get to hear how softly she sighs when Layla draws a single finger through her folds. 

“You’re so wet already.” she says more to herself than to Noah. 

She knows that it’s not enough for her, but Layla is intent on drawing her pleasure out tonight. She draws her finger back down to dip into her for just a second. She takes her time, easing the tip of her finger into her. She whines with every slow drag, impatience lacing every breath she draws into her lungs. Noah’s hips shift, trying to find more friction. Layla stills her movements entirely at that. 

“Be good, my love.” She brings a kiss to her hip, “I told you that you’ll get what you want.”

Once she’s still again, Layla resumes her tortuously slow pace. She’s so pliable when they play like this. Her body slowly grows more relaxed, and Layla takes it as a sign to work a second finger into her. 

“Feel so good around my fingers.” She muses, “So soft, too.”

Another whine falls from Noah, and she clenches around Layla's fingers. She curls her fingers into her, keeps the pads of her fingers against that spot that makes her cry out in pleasure. 

“Come on, baby. Want you to cum on my fingers first.” 

She presses her thumb against her clit. Her pace is still so tortuously slow, but she can tell that Noah is getting closer. Her free hand rests against Noah’s waist, gently caressing the soft skin she finds there. 

Noah’s hand finds her thigh and grips into her until her nails dig into her skin.  

“Layla.” 

“I’m here baby. Let go for me. Let me see you.” 

“Please.”

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Noah nods almost frantically at her words, “I know, darling. I know. Do you need a bit more?”

Another nod. 

She presses her fingers up against that soft little spot. At the same time, she speeds up the circles her thumb draws against her clit. It doesn’t take much of this to make her come undone. Layla watches as her body grows taut, as it wreaks through her. The barely there noises that fall from her lips are all too enticing. She feels her pulse around her fingers, feels her twitching beneath her thumb, belly rising with every slow breath under her palm. 

“You’re so beautiful like this.” She leans down to kiss the top of her cheek, “So gorgeous when you cum for me.”

She works Noah through it until her hand wraps around Layla's wrist. She stops her movements, but holds her hand in place for a moment before she carefully removes her fingers from her. 

For a while, all that fills the air around them are Noah’s laboured breaths. Layla watches her, eyes sweeping across that lithe body. The pretty images that line her skin entrance her. Her skin shines with a thin sheen of sweat that makes her look even more otherworldly. She’s divine — Layla thinks. There’s no way that someone this beautiful is bound to the profane limitations of this world. 

Layla gives her some more time to recuperate before she leans down to kiss her again.  

“How are you feeling?” She asks softly, breath brushing against Noah’s lips.

She feels her hands wrapping around her middle, pulling her closer towards her, “You always make me feel so good.” Noah leans up to press her lips to Layla’s. 

“Up for a bit more?”

“I would hope that that wasn’t the end of it.”

Layla feels her smile against her lips. It’s dizzying, even when she can’t see her smile. 

“Cocky.” Layla returns the smile, “Let’s see how much you can take.” She lets her hands drift across the sides of Noah’s body, “Scoot up a little?”

Noah does as she’s told and moves herself up so that she’s properly resting against the pillow. Layla, still between her parted thighs, scoots a little further down until she can rest on her belly. 

She trails a few kisses up the insides of Noah’s thighs. Delicate little things that make her girl tremble just so. She’s so close to her now that she can already smell the remnants of her honey sweet release. 

She’s still so wet. And she squirms so deliciously when Layla draws a finger through the mess between her thighs. 

She gives a first tentative lick to her folds, gently draws the tip of her tongue across the soft flesh. 

“Oh baby.” She sighs against her. 

It’s reverent - filled with worship and admiration for the woman below her. The first taste always makes her head swim a little. She swipes her tongue through Noah's folds. The taste of her floods Layla’s senses. It’s addicting – sweet like lambrusco and just as intoxicating. She wraps her lips around her clit, sucks just enough to draw a gasp from her lips. When she looks up at Noah across the expanse of her body, she finds her already watching her. 

Noah finds Layla’s hand against her waist and tangles their fingers together once again. She sighs so softly when Layla laps at the little nub. This is her favourite part. She loves watching Noah unravel below her. It’s a slow, tortuous game, and she’s intent on making it even slower today. She needs to see her fall apart, needs to see her broken down to the barest of bones just so she can reassemble her again with the sweetest praise. 

She takes her time with it; allows herself to enjoy the sweet taste that floods into her mouth. If it didn’t mean she would never get to have her like this again, Layla would let herself drown in her. Sometimes she wishes that she could stay here forever. 

The world outside of them doesn’t matter. When they’re wrapped up like this, nothing else matters. Noah is so soft and sweet against her tongue. She continues to lap and suck at her; works her until she feels her thighs tremble and shake. It doesn’t take long for her to cum again. It never does when Layla gets her mouth on her. 

Layla pulls away, deciding to give her a little break. She diverts her attention back to the soft skin of her thighs. She finds herself lost in the way Noah moans above her when she sucks a pretty bruise into her skin. 

And another. 

And another. 

She doesn’t stop until Noah’s skin is littered in her marks. Layla looks up at her again. The sight sends a shiver down her spine. Her head is still tilted back, eyes pressed shut so tightly. The hand that isn’t entangled with her own rest against the softest part of her tummy. 

Layla runs her hand across Noah’s thigh until it rests up against her waist. She draws gentle circles over her skin, comforting little things that she knows soothe Noah’s mind. 

“How are you feeling?” she asks. 

Noah blinks up at her. Her eyes are a little damp already, but Layla knows that she can take a little more. 

She nods. 

“Words, my love.” 

A visible shiver runs through the length of Noah’s body. 

“I want more.” 

She can’t deny her that. Not when she looks so pretty and desperate for her. Layla drags her thumb against the pretty swollen nub of nerves. She gasps out a breath, hips coming up to find more friction. 

Layla brings her mouth back to core, draws the tip of her tongue along the length of her. She doesn’t give Noah too much time this time around and quickly works two fingers back into her. 

“Wish you could see yourself.” Layla speaks softly, “That pretty little pussy is all for me, isn’t it?” 

Noah’s cheeks somehow become even pinker as she tries to bury herself deeper into the pillow. Layla loves shoving it in her face, loves watching her writhe like that. 

“Maybe I should take a picture so you can see for yourself.”

She continues the steady rhythm of her fingers. It’s still slower than what she knows Noah needs. Layla wants to hear her ask for it first, she needs to hear those whimpered pleads before she gives her what she wants. 

The insides of Noah’s thighs shine with a mixture of her release and sweat. She’s trembling beneath Layla’s hands. When she works a third finger into her, Noah lets out a whine that shakes her to the core. 

“Oh, baby, does that feel good?” Layla taunts, “God, you look so pretty stretched around my fingers. So fucking tight and wet.”

“Layla.” she whines. 

“I know, baby. I know. Is it too much?” 

Noah shakes her head, “Feels so good.” 

“Can you cum like this or do you need more?”

Her chest shakes with every breath, “More, please.”

“Good girl.” Layla presses a kiss to her tummy, “You’ve been so good for me.”

Another kiss to her tummy, lower this time. 

Layla trails another string of kisses from her navel down to where Noah really wants her. 

The taste of her fills her mouth. It’s so sweet and warm. She works her faster now, fingers mercilessly pressing up against her with every push. Layla decides then that she needs to taste her properly. 

Reluctantly, she pulls her fingers from her. Noah lets out a whine at the sudden lack of contact. Layla wraps her arm around Noah’s thigh; shifts her so that she can bury herself in her properly. 

She can feel her pulse against the flat of her tongue. Noah won’t last long. She’s trembling, thighs shaking around Layla's body. Above her, Noah whines so deliciously. 

She finds her hand again, gripping it so tightly that Layla thinks she’s about to break a bone. But she’s rewarded with the sweetest sounds. Noah’s body tenses, flexes. Layla stays where she is, burrows herself deeper into her. 

She can’t help herself, she has to feel more of her, has to feel her tighten around her fingers. 

When she briefly removes herself from Noah to work her fingers back into her, she finds her girl a little teary-eyed already. But that doesn’t deter her. Noah knows that all she has to do is say stop if it becomes too much. But Layla also knows that she likes balancing on the edge of too much. 

Noah’s not quite there yet, though. 

And Layla is determined to push her as far as she can. She keeps her face buried between Noah’s thighs; fingers working her at a harsh pace now. Noah’s thighs clamp down around her, drowning out most of the sounds her girl makes. 

It hits her suddenly. 

Layla feels her squeeze around her fingers; body tensing and bowing off the mattress. She doesn’t stop, though. She pulls herself away from Noah, but keeps her fingers working her through her orgasm. The moans that fall from Noah’s mouth are breathless. She whines, gasps so prettily when she returns her thumb to her clit. Layla keeps working her until Noah squeezes her hands, making her look up from where her fingers are still thrusting into her. 

Her mouth hangs open so sweetly, tear-stained cheeks all pretty and pink, brows are pulled together, chest heaving with every gasp that falls from her. 

Layla slows her movements down, carefully pulls her fingers from Noah. She scoots, so that she can cradle Noah’s face in her hands. She bends down to press a kiss to Noah’s cheek.

“All good, pretty girl?”

She’s blissed out, eyes somehow glassy and teary. Layla isn’t sure if her cheeks are glossy with sweat or tears. 

Noah nods “So good.” 

Another kiss to her cheek, “Think you know how proud I am of you now?”

“I’m gonna need to hear it a few more times, I think.” 

Layla pinches her side, “Be glad that I love you.” 

“I’m very glad that you love me.” Noah pulls her down for a kiss “I love you too.” she speaks against Layla’s lips. 

It doesn’t matter how often she hears it, it always makes her feel warm inside. 

“I’m gonna draw us a bath.” she says, still so close to Noah, “Or do you want to stay here for a bit longer?”

“Stay with me for a moment?” 

Layla can’t say no when Noah looks at her like that. And so she stays and holds her for a while longer, her hand carding through Noah’s hair until she grows restless. Layla is glad that they’ll have the weekend off, because she really doesn’t want to let Noah out of her sight just yet. If she could, they’d be here forever. 

Just the two of them in the comfortable warmth of their bedroom. She’ll have her dream for the weekend, and truth be told she’s glad for every moment they have.

[fungifanart]

Hey Fungiiii! Hope you're doing well!

Could I request a fluffy Trey x M!reader story bc where the reader is stressed and burned out because of life, and it's keeping him from being able to do anything creatively (writing is preferred but I'm leaving it completely up to you). Also could it be an established relationship and Trey decides to comfort reader with tea and possibly cuddles?

Fatigue

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Trey Clover, Grim

CW: Burnout/Writer's block, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 643

Notes: Hey, BIIIIIIIIIITCH! Of course you can! Funny you requested this, since I'm kinda going through some writer's block of my own, but I managed to get this one done, regardless! (Even if it's pretty short)

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Among many other things, Trey Clover is known throughout Heartslabyul for essentially being the entire dorm's dependable big brother. Whether it be guiding his underclassmen through their homework, calming the seemingly bottomless pit of rage that is his housewarden or preparing a banquet's worth of sweets for an unbirthday party the next day, they know that he'll handle it with his usual playful smirk.

So, what could cause said smirk to waver like it's doing right now?

Perhaps the fact that he's spent the whole of exam week rarely seeing hide or hair of his beloved boyfriend, only to find out later that said boyfriend had to fight for his life against a THIRD overblot ON TOP of basically signing his dorm away.

Upon receiving this information, Trey does the unthinkable and drops his responsibilities, packing himself off to Ramshackle, determined to make sure his boyfriend is okay and then give him a piece of his mind for not telling him about it, only to be let in by the dorm's resident ghosts rather than the Prefect himself, causing his anger to be accompanied by growing concern.

Finally reaching the Prefect’s room, Trey opens the door to reveal his boyfriend slumped over on his desk in front of a typewriter, his head on its side facing away from the door.

Panicking, Trey rushes to his boyfriend's side, “Y/n! Are you okay?!” He asks while shaking his lover, who only turns his head around to face him.

“I'm going insane, my love.” The Prefect says in a monotone voice.

“What do you mean??” Trey asks while sitting the other man up in his chair, his anger temporarily on the shelf.

“It’s just so unfair! I didn't have any time to write during exam week and then suddenly I had to worry about not losing my entire dorm to some wannabe mob boss and then not getting shish-kabobed when the same guy threw a temper tantrum!” The Prefect rants while making wild hand gestures, “I finally found time to write and thought I could use my experiences as inspiration, but when I think about what happened, my hands start shaking and my brain can barely string one sentence together!”

The Prefect’s rant slows down as he turns and buries his face in Trey's chest, “And the worst part of it all is that I've barely been able to see you the entire time! I-I really missed you, y'know?” He says with a small sniffle that causes Trey's anger to melt away.

Pulling the Prefect out of his chair and onto the bed, Trey sits next to him and places a soft, but passionate kiss on his lips, “I missed you too, Y/n. I missed you a lot.” He says after pulling away.

Trey really can't stay mad at him, can he?

However, seeing the Prefect eyeing his typewriter again, Trey quickly pulls him into another hug and then onto their backs on the bed, “I think we've both earned a little rest, don't you?”

The Prefect opens his mouth to protest when Grim, who has been curled up near the back of the bed until now, pipes up, “Myrrgh…please…can't take the sound of crumpling paper anymore…” He groans before putting his head back down.

Trey raises his own head to look at the trash can next to the desk, sees that it's overflowing with balled-up pieces of paper and is about to give his boyfriend a knowing smirk when he looks back to see said boyfriend already fast asleep, the fatigue of everything he's gone through having finally caught up with him.

Trey's smirk is replaced with a loving smile as he tucks himself and the Prefect under the covers, “Sleep well, Y/n.” He says while placing a small kiss on his forehead before getting comfortable and closing his eyes as well.

[captain-mj]

Caramel macchiato

Chapter 2! Also, the drink part is so fun, I hope you guys are enjoying that part as much as me.

Ghost had went home afterwards and stretched. He added the sleeve from his London Fog Latte to his hoard before slipping his shirt off and inspecting his back in the mirror. 

Down his spine, a line, or maybe cut would be better, split his skin in half. It looked like a tattoo until he moved, the skin moving slightly. Ghost pulled out his dragon wings. A full shift wasn’t really possible in his flat. He’d be too big for the space. But his wings fit. Kinda. He had to be careful, but they had been hiding under his skin so long that he just wanted to stretch them. 

They were black with gold speckling. There were no claws at the ends or anything, just simple black wings. They folded easily against his back again before stretching to their limits. The bones cracked and he made a pleased hum. His flat was set so there tons of big windows with sheer curtains to keep his privacy but also let tons of sunlight in. It also set on the top floor, basically a penthouse, so no one would be looking through his windows anytime soon. 

Ghost had a bay window he usually lounged on and right now, he wanted nothing more but to soak in the sun. He stretched out and purred contently when the heat of the sun touched his skin. 

His phone rang and Ghost pondered what he did to have friends who hated him so much. It was Alejandro, but that did not ease his frustration. Regardless, he picked up the phone. 

They sat there silently for a moment before Alejandro started talking, apparently getting some signal that Ghost didn’t notice. 

“Hey, so I was wonderin-”

“No.”

“If you wanted to come out later?” Alejandro ignored his interruption. 

“Why does everyone want me to be social? I have a month on leave. I want to enjoy being away from you guys.” 

Alejandro laughed. “You’d stay in your house like a hermit if not for us. Come on. Come out of your house.”

Ghost thought for a moment. “Not tonight, but tomorrow, do you want to go for coffee?”

“Simon… You know I thought we were going to walk around our chemistry forever.” Alejandro sounded very teasing. 

“There’s a hot barista I want to see again.”

“Thank God. What his name?”

“His nametag says Soap. I hope I can find out his real name but I was stupid and didn’t even ask.” Ghost hummed. Soap had annoyingly been on his mind quite a bit. Stupid Scottish man. 

“Soap? No weirder than Ghost I suppose.”

“Kill yourself.” 

Alejandro laughed immediately. “See you in the morning, hermano.”

“Nos vemos.” Ghost responded before hanging up. He stretched again. Admittedly, he did some yoga. For his job, he needed to be flexible and just like his friend Koenig, he wasn’t exactly built for that naturally. Being big had a few disadvantages. 

He considered it but he decided against it for now, instead taking a shower and looking over his hoard. Most of it was made of trinkets from his missions but there were a few personal items. A few hoodies that he had stolen from his friends over the years. Several book series he liked. Tons of jewelry that he thought glittered nicely. Technically, he considered several of his friends to be part of his hoard, but it was tangential. Strictly platonic and he didn’t exactly want to lay on them the way he did his other stuff. After a while, he went to bed, curling up and relaxing. Sleep took a while, but this was a fight Ghost was used to. 

His internal clock woke him up at 5 am sharp. Ghost hated the military sometimes. But regardless, he got dressed and put his boots on. It was freezing outside and there was no snow on the ground. He put a coat on and gloves. His fingers tended to go numb when he got too cold and he didn’t to deal with that. 

He walked for a while. Mostly just in circles honestly. His ending destination would be Alejandro and Rodolfo’s place and then he’d be heading to the Sealie Cafe. He’d probably order whatever Alejandro does. Trying to try more drinks and stuff. 

Maybe he’d try one of those pastries. 

Probably not. Ghost wasn’t a big sweets person. 

Soap would probably taste sweet. And warm. 

He stopped walking. This was hoarding behavior. An instinct to drag Soap up the mountain like he was a pretty princess that couldn’t defend himself. 

Even if he did get closer to Soap, revealing himself was something that would take a lot of time. He hadn’t told Jason until they were almost adults and they had been friends since they were kids. His team knew because almost none of them were human, not anything to really hide. 

But Soap would be different. 

Wouldn’t really work anyway. His job didn’t really allow him to have long term relationships outside his colleagues. Jason was an exception and that was just because the man was stubborn and wanted to stay around him. 

“Two ships passing in the night” was something that passed through Ghost’s mind. He arrived at Alejandro’s at 8 am and knocked, hearing them moving around. 

Alejandro opened the door, hair sticking up everywhere. His curls hadn’t been layered down with products so they poked everywhere. He looked like shit. 

“Did you just wake up?”

“Yes, Ghost. It is 8 am on our leave.”

“Well you guys keep demanding I get out so you just have to deal with it. Get dressed.”

Alejandro muttered something in Spanish and left. Ghost stepped in. 

“Hey Ghost.” Rodolfo waved, clearly having been awake for a while. He looked much more put together. “So a barista huh?”

Ghost really should’ve seen that coming. Of course Alejandro would tell Rodolfo. “Yeah. I don’t plan on doing anything serious with him. Don’t have time.” If he told Rodolfo that, he’d stick to it. 

“If you say so.”

“So you and Alejandro…”

“No.” Rodolfo said immediately, aggressively shoving a piece of egg from his Huevos Rancheros. “That’s not something I want to talk about right now. If you’re hungry, there’s food on the table.”

Ghost saluted him quickly and nodded. “Understandable. No thanks.” His body had decided as soon as he woke up that food just… wasn't going to work today. The thought made him nauseous. 

Rodolfo nodded and smiled when Alejandro reentered the room. Alejandro smiled and said he’d grab lunch on the way home before leaving with Ghost. 

The cafe was a little busy so they waited in line. Simon noticed that he was almost a head taller than everyone else and straightened up a bit. Alejandro laughed, but didn’t comment on it. 

They stood at the front and Alejandro hummed. “Macchiato please.”

Soap narrowed his eyes. “Cafe or Latte?”

“Oh, cafe.”

“Okay, dude, look, a cafe is 3.75 and is a shot of espresso with a small amount of milk foam.” Ghost thought that sounded gross. “Latte is where its the milk with the espresso on top like the one from Starbucks.”

Alejandro frowned. “Yes. I know what they are.”

“Are you sure?” Soap stared him in his eyes.

Alejandro blinked. “Yes.”

“Okay! One cafe macchiato and then for you Ghost?” Soap smiled at him. 

“I will take the one that’s from Starbucks.” Ghost wondered if Soap would stare at him like he just did Alejandro. Instead, he laughed and nodded. 

“I’ll have that right out.” Soap stepped away to make it. It occurred to Ghost that he had never seen anyone else there.

“Him? Really?? Also, you forgot to ask his name.” 

“Oh, I’ll get it in a second.” Ghost led Alejandro away to a table. He stretched. “So Rodolfo.”

“He looked so pretty this morning right?” Alejandro sounded dreamy, like a teen talking about their crush. 

It took… a strong amount of self control to not roll his eyes. “You should ask him out.”

“We’ve been friends so long… What if he doesn’t see me that way? I don’t want to risk it, ya know?”

“I really think you’re overthinking it, Ale. Just… Ask him out.”

“No. it’s got to be romantic. Special.”

“Well if you don’t do it soon, he might not be there to ask.” Ghost pointed out, watching Alejandro glare at him. “I’m just saying. He’s an attractive guy. Wouldn’t be that hard for him.” He was being a little mean, but those two had been tiptoeing around each other so long. Alejandro had already admitted that he considered Rodolfo his. They were both dragons, so Ghost understood. He also understood if there was anything that would rile Alejandro up, it was the idea of Rodolfo no longer being his. 

“He wouldn’t…”

“Are you expecting him to wait forever?” Ghost rubbed his face through the mask. 

Soap appeared, perfect timing as always. He slid Alejandro’s drink to him and set Ghost’s down. “So do they really only call him Ghost?” He addressed it to Alejandro. 

“Yep. Only name we use at work.”

“Ah. Disappointing.”

“I’ll tell you my name if you’ll tell me yours?” Ghost looked up at him, watching the soft blush on Soap’s face. Yeah, it definitely wasn’t the piercings and Ghost wanted to be the evil dragon in the story and drag him to a cave. 

“Johnny.”

“Simon.”

“I think I prefer Ghost.” Soap winked at him and left.

Ghost felt like he was floating. 

“How do you manage to look so lovestruck with just your eyes?”

Ghost kicked him hard under the table. Soap had decorated his drink again. Extra espresso, swirled slightly. The foam had once again been made in a heart with golden sprinkles over it. Ghost almost didn’t want to drink it. 

“The favoritism here is nauseating.”

“What was it like? When he stared at you?”

Alejandro looked at him like he was a delinquent. “Like he was stabbing my soul directly for every customer that’s ever gotten confused by the difference.”

“Hot.”

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[hargrove-mayfields]

The bus always drops Billy off exactly a block from home. They took his car when he failed a vision test from his chronic migraines, so there isn’t much of a choice. Which is fair. He really doesn’t want to drive anyways after his accident. But, the bus isn’t always on time.

He’d been visiting Max at the hospital to play catch up before the new year. There’s always a good excuse to go visit her, but today especially. There’s fireworks going off like crazy from all the drunk hicks celebrating the passing of another year. Fireworks that terrify Max because she can’t even see them, after losing her vision in the battle for her life.

He’s lucky he got out of the hospital earlier that night because Max requested an extra strong dose of her meds to drown out the sound of the fireworks.

Unfortunately, there’s too many of those same drunks to cart around that the bus hadn’t made its way to the hospital until an hour after it was supposed to pick him up. He’d meant to be home by 9, but it’s already after 10.

Even on his eventual walk home from the bus stop, drawn out by his limp and his cane, the sky is full of smoke and colors. And noise. Lots and lots of irritating, terrifying noise.

Billy walks the last stretch faster than he should. He’s eager to get home to Steve for their first new year together anyhow. He’ll blame it on that instead of the lick of fear in his stride from the booming.

Right away as he shoulders the door open on his good side, the one not leaning on a cane, he calls out into the house, expecting Steve to be right there since he’s running a little late, “Baby?”

But there’s no answer. That’s not so unusual. They’re usually in bed by now anyways, aged at least three decades by the events of two summers ago and basically every day since. He’ll just hang up his coat, kick off his stretchy old man shoes, and try again.

“Steeeevie?”

Still nothing.

One too many times panicking from not knowing Steve’s exact location has taught him to calm down a little, and get his head on the right way before he starts tearing the place apart looking for him. Taking his time so as not to hurt himself in the process, Billy decides to go upstairs and check before he makes the ruling that Steve’s MIA. For his sanity.

He finds his boyfriend disguised as a pile of blankets on their bed, and he almost misses him because the lights are all out.

Right.

Fireworks are pretty rough for Steve too. Nothing brings more sensory overload than colorful death bombs in the sky. Billy sighs. He hates this town and the constant cacophony of fear it brings. Can’t they ever have a moment of peace?

He climbs into bed next to Steve, announcing his presence with a clearing of his throat before he plops down next to the curled up figure under the comforter.

“What’re you doing in here?”

The quiet response from Steve comes out barely audible, “Hiding.”

Yeah. Billy kinda wishes he could hide from a lot of things too. But right now, this is not about him,

“What from?”

The blankets rustle and a small mumbled response comes, “Loud.”

Just to be sure, and so Steve doesn’t have to do as much talking, Billy clarifies, “The fireworks are too loud?”

Again, there’s a shifting sound of Steve’s hair against the sheets, as he nods gently.

Billy wants to hold him. He’d like to strike down every last motherfucker that made Steve feel like this too. He can settle for lifting up the blanket and sliding under it with Steve, and talking gently to try and soothe him.

“I think so too. They uh.. remind me of..”

His voice breaks off from the quiet whisper into just nothing. Even now, even trying to be strong for Steve, there are some things that are too hard to talk about.

Steve’s face goes scrunched up with sympathy. Like he’s trying hard on purpose to feel bad for Billy, though that’s not really how it goes in his head. He even apologizes, though that isn’t what Billy wanted at all, “I’m sorry.”

Instantly, Billy rushes to reassure him, “Stevie, you didn’t-“

But it doesn’t change what Steve was already determined to tell him. They don’t talk a lot about the serious things. About how they’re both disabled now, and certainly both jam-packed with more trauma than the sky is packed with lights tonight. Maybe they should, so Steve won’t sound as guilty as he speaks,

“I’m sorry I’ve always been like this and you were made into this.”

That makes Billy pause. He has to catch his breath and then turn on his side to look at Steve’s face, centering on his nose so accidental eye-contact won’t happen.

No way is he letting Steve blame himself for this, any of this.

“That’s not true. I hated fireworks before too. We’d watch them on the beach, and I’d get scared because the water looked like it was on fire.”

Just from that tidbit, Steve tears up. Billy tears up. They both know what part of the story is coming next, and suddenly Billy remembers that he told this story before and simply forgot, but it’s too late to stop now.

“Momma held me and told me that it wasn’t real, but.. after momma left.. I was always afraid of irrational shit like that. Still am. Just today I was scared the hospital would burn up from the fireworks if I left Max there. Or I’d choke on the smoke on my way home. And then I got back and I couldn’t find you and I just-“

Yeah. Steve gets it. They’re both trying their damndest, even when another pop sounds in the near distance, and Steve presses his headphones a little closer to his ears.

The not quite silence speaks more volumes than their words. Steve spreads his arm out, and makes a soft little humming sound. An invitation for Billy to come close and wrap his arms around Steve. They need each other right now.

Billy dives into the offered cuddle. He’s been waiting for this moment all day. The moment where he could just sob into Steve’s chest, and feel Steve’s own tears wetting his hair. Sometimes, this is what it takes.

Laying in bed and purging out all their bad emotions isn’t exactly the ideal way for two ex-King’s like them to spend their New Year’s Eve, but it’s how they’re going to, and neither would ask for any other way to move into another year. They fought hard to be able to do that.

Nobody can take that away.

They don’t talk again until Steve is ready. With all the noise and chaos, Billy doesn’t mind the silence, just listening to Steve’s steady, unsteady, one-two-skip, heartbeat. He hears Steve’s words rattle up in his chest as he speaks them, “Fireworks are stupid.”

That makes Billy crack a smile. They both know all this crying isn’t about the fireworks. Not that it helps, but that’s not the point.

Maybe fireworks will be the spark that lit the fire. From now on, it’s about opening up a little more.

“Yeah. What’s so great about all that toxic shit in the air anyways?” Billy meant that in more ways than one, but whether or not Steve got the double meaning about all that glory covering up the ugly truth, isn’t what he focuses on.

Steve lingers on the idea of the bad air, and Billy’s asthmatic lungs, and lets the worry come back, “I didn’t even think about that. You okay?”

Billy nods against Steve’s chest, and pulls back a little so his head is resting by his arm instead, and they’re face to face now, “I’m just fine.”

It’s such an automatic answer, Steve catches it too. Satisfied that he noticed, he points out, “You sound just like Max.”

He does. It feels like it’s already been an eternity since he got back in Steve’s arms. He forgot that today was the same day he visited Max. His memories get mixed up like that sometimes.

The silence after Steve’s little teasing must eat away at Billy’s mask, because Steve makes a small sound of worry, like a gruff sniffle, and asks, “Was she okay?”

Trying hard to remember today’s visit over yesterday's or the day before's or nine months before that’s, Billy gives details by the moment he remembers them, “Still tired. But alright. Got her to smile.”

“Did you tell her-“ Every single day Steve asks the same questions. He cares so much about doing the right thing.

Seeing him now, all curled up in bed and sad on a day that’s a celebration for everybody else, makes Billy even more sure that he’s going to do the right thing as well. Right now, that’s reassurance,

“Yep, I said ‘hi from Steve.’ And I made sure to tell her you miss her. All the usual.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come.” Steve went once, and that was all it took for the constant beeping, rushing, wheeling, to trigger a meltdown. Never again.

But Billy’s alright with that, and Max was too the last time they talked, “Baby, we’ve told you. It’s fine. I can barely get my ass on the bus either.”

Steve doesn’t look like he believes him. His eyes are wide and teary again. His nails scratch at his palms, so Billy gently takes his hands and keeps them separated.

“Promise?”

Billy kisses Steve’s knuckles on each hand, soft and barely able to be felt as a graze across warm flesh. He’s going to do anything to make Steve stop worrying about the harder things they’ve been through a few times now.

“I promise.”

Billy reaches out slowly, ever so slowly so Steve has time to assert his boundaries before Billy's hand makes contact with his face. Instead of stopping him though, Steve blinks slowly and closes his eyes, and allows Billy to gently hold his cheek. His skin is flushed warm, despite it being so cold out. He’s the softest thing Billy’s ever had the privilege to hold.

Next he wants to taste. The angle they’re at is awkward and it hurts Billy’s back. He taps Steve’s cheek as a silent way of asking him to be the one to initiate their kiss and fix their tangle of limbs. Steve obliges, without opening his eyes, shifting off of his hip so his chest is against Billy’s now, and their faces are just inches apart.

Billy isn’t even sure which of them actually closes the gap, but in the next moment he’s kissing Steve slowly and carefully like either of them could break at any second.

In the next moment, Steve does break, only in that he separates the kiss.

“Wait a sec.”

Billy’s eyes are half open, his face warmed by the love he felt from the kiss, which left him too lax and calm to be worried about Steve’s interruption, “Hm?”

Not for no reason. Steve’s panic looks a lot different from his lightbulb ideas, and right now, Billy can tell before Steve even speaks it’s going to be the latter. One of his good ideas.

“We have to save up our kisses for midnight.”

Not exactly the most thrilling idea ever. Billy instinctually scrunches his nose as an expression of doubt, but Steve’s eyes are still shining with his own brilliance.

“I don’t know, babe..”

“It’s good luck!” Steve swears it like it’s a revelation, and he’s just cured all that ails Billy.

Seeing him that happy, instead of shaking and hiding from the overstimulation like earlier, Billy could say that Steve’s just about done that for real.

Billy plays his role as the skeptic though, pouting over-exaggeratedly so Steve knows he’s not serious, “Didn’t know that meant we had to wait.”

It earns a laugh, more akin to a delighted giggle, out of Steve, who decides on a compromise for their imaginary plight, “You can have one kiss on the cheek for now.”

He leans over and just barely pecks his cheek, soft lips ghosting over Billy’s skin and making him shiver with the feeling of goose pimples popping up on his neck. The small kiss transforms with the shape of Steve’s smile from Billy's reaction, and then Steve gives him another, slightly stronger, press of his lips.

“Thank you, Stevie.” Billy makes doubly-sure Steve knows he’s not really as pouty as he was playing to be. Really, any affection from Steve makes his entire day better, after months where they weren’t able to have these moments between doctors visits and monster battles. The peace of just being in one another’s arms, finally safe from all of that, is enough. “Love you.”

Declarations of love always give Steve a reason to show his happy hands. He taps the tips of his fingers in a rhythm against Billy’s collar bone, and returns the declaration in a silly, stimmy voice, “I love you too.”

Their bliss is interrupted by another thundering firework outside. A distressed squeak cuts off Steve’s words, and he buries his face into Billy’s form, hiding along the contour of his arm, with his face pressed against Billy’s ribcage, so he’s as close to Billy as possible, and as far away from the threat.

It’s not really a comfortable position, but if it keeps Steve feeling safe, Billy can live with a dead arm for a while.

“I got you, Steve. Those fireworks aren’t gonna get us, babe.”

“Too loud.” Steve repeats his sentiment from earlier. That’s a nice affirmation that this is all rational. They’ve both had their share of fear driven breaks, which are much harder to solve.

Since this one’s the kind that doesn’t scare Billy, he keeps joking with Steve to keep him from slipping into that worse place.

“Want me to sing for you? Drown it all out?” He questions, knowing full well he can’t hold a tune worth a damn.

“Please no.” Steve’s so polite about telling Billy what he already knew. It’s really sweet actually.

Billy chuckles lightly, suppressing his laugh so he doesn’t jostle Steve too much, “I hear you. We’ll just be nice and quiet then.”

After so long like that, without any more booming interruptions from outside of their safe spot, Billy’s eyes start to get heavy. He caught Steve the same way, blinking extra hard so his eyelashes danced over Billy’s skin, and so his eyes wouldn’t shut without him.

Normally he’d just let him sleep, and he considers it for a moment, but it’s the celebration of the new year, and Steve would be devastated if they missed the midnight kiss.

Billy realizes they’ve been laying here for so long, he doesn’t even know what time it is, “I’m gonna peek out of the blanket. Check the time.”

Steve doesn’t waste energy on responding beyond a simple nod.

Billy uses his free hand that isn’t under Steve to pull the heavy comforter back down to let the real world back in. His eyes take a moment to adjust to the room again, and then he squints at the clock to see how close they are to the moment.

“Oh shit. It’s 11:56. Only 4 minutes left.” He announces, and Steve pops up beside him from under the blanket eagerly, every bit of tiredness gone from his face and replaced with glowing excitement.

“Are we gonna count them down?”

Billy smiles and shrugs as much as he can with Steve’s weight still on his one arm, “Don’t see why not.”

They count the minutes down together quietly. That’s too long to do it out loud and wear Steve out before it’s even time. Their way of doing that consists of Billy laying still and letting Steve tap out each passing second against the scar in the center of his chest.

When they finally reach an achievable countdown, Billy starts with, “10.”

“9.” Steve takes the next, and they do it in alternating order, although from the way Steve is vibrating with excitement, he’d probably rather skip this step altogether

Still, Steve is so loving with him, even when Billy feels like he doesn’t deserve it.

“8.”

Billy would hold him through anything it took to make Steve feel safe expressing that kind of love.

“7.”

They fought so hard to be this comfortable. Last year, Billy was still in a coma, and Steve was still too scared to even touch him to hold hands.

“6.”

Their first kiss was two months after they started dating, leaning around stitches and big emotions to both finally feel like everything was in place.

“5.”

Someday, they’ll be totally in sync and know when those hard times have passed, but right now it’s a loving, tender work in progress.

“4.”

And maybe someday, they’ll get out of Hawkins, and far away from all the chaos here.

“3.”

Billy gets stronger every day, mentally and physically. Steve gets more in tune with his own needs and self-worth. That’s what a support system and a whole lotta care will do for a couple of guys like them.

“2.”

Most importantly, they’re getting better all the time at communicating, building up the foundations of their relationship.

“1!”

Steve initiates the kiss, grabbing both sides of Billy’s face and smashing their lips together rather than kissing him. It’s reminiscent of their first kiss, in all its clumsy, anxious glory. Billy thinks that’s a good momento to end the worst year of their lives with, and start into what will hopefully be the best.

“Looking forward to another year with you, baby.” He promises, when they break apart and finally get a breath.

Steve wears a delightful smile, “Here’s to another.. hm.. 100?”

That sounds nice. Just him and Steve for the rest of time, no matter how many years pass or how many painful explosions happen.

“Yeah. Cheers to that.”

[appalamutte]

december 24th, 2024

What makes something real?

I was on a run the other day at the high school's old track field, when it was just above freezing and the sun was dipped just above the hills, and the air stung the insides of my lungs as I pushed, pushed, pushed on. I'm not a good runner. I'm not really even a runner; it's a point somewhere between walking and running that I fall, like a short-stride jog with the pose of a sprint. Embarrassing, probably, awkward to look at. But I put earbuds in and stretch and push myself off the pavement over and over and to me, that's enough. It's movement. It's liberating.

I was on a run and the sun was dipped just above the hills and the wind gusted every time I turned a specific part of the track. A whoosh of prickling ice across me. Pushing against me. Cold. And it made me wonder: is wind real because we can prove it's there, or is feeling it proof enough that it exists?

This is something we experience every day. When you take a sip of fresh tea, you are reminded of the existence of heat. When you get together with an old friend for dinner, you are reminded of the existence of nostalgia. When you take the train downtown and pass the various high-rises of hundreds of lives being lived in a singular, collective moment, thousands of people you will never meet who live just across town, you are shown the wonderful presence of community.

Why is it, then, that those reminders are so easy to accept, but love isn't? Why is it we have to be told we're loved? Why do I always, always have this incessant need to check in, to hear that my loved ones love me, to be shown - physically, verbally, absolutely - that I'm not being pushed away?

You can soften your eyes when looking at me - when I'm going on about the ridiculousness of People Magazine's Man of the Year title, because how can a brand be so out of touch with modern culture and why do we have to declare one person as the best of all on something so subjective like physical appearance - you can soften your eyes, curl your lips into a smile, watch me intently, and I'll notice it! I'll see it as I'm speaking, the way you look at me, and something in me will settle with knowing. I can feel it. But then it'll be three days later and I'm laying in bed, wide-awake, floating through moments in the pitch-black of midnight, and I remember I felt it - the wind in my ears, the heat of the cup, the way you looked at me - and suddenly feeling it isn't enough anymore.

But it was, right? It was enough until it isn't. And so I reach out to outside sources: I spill my guts to my friends who've never met you, and they do their best to give their hypothesis with the little data to go off of. I'll cave and talk to our ex-coworkers, embarrassingly so, and they reassure me that it's there. It's real. They see it too, and they're working with nearly the same amount of data I'm running off of. They tell me to hold out, feel it a bit more. Enjoy the moment. Relish in the now of our budding relationship - platonic, romantic, whatever.

So I try. You offer to drive us over an hour to the nearest city for a hockey game. I teach you the basics of different skincare products in the beauty section of a small-town Walmart. We continue getting together, just the two of us, and we sit in quiet corners of late-night diners or easily-loud fast food lobbies, and you look at me in ways I've never been looked at before, and I hide my smile behind my drink and you drink it in and I glance around and wonder what do they see? what do they notice, the other patrons? what do we look like?

And…why does that matter? I can feel it. I feel that you can feel it, I think - I hope. You make me feel noticed, pointing out little things no one else has pointed out before, remembering the smallest of things about me. Every time we're together, I try to remember your face exactly as it is at that moment: if your hair is done up or relaxed, if you've shaved that morning or the morning before, if your eyes are more tired than usual. But do you? You notice things about me, but is it superficial - accidental - or are you looking at me because you really want to? When there's eye contact, you are, but what about when I'm not looking? Do you still look?

And if so, how do I know it's real?

I broke down crying the other day. It was a spur of the moment, all-consuming cry. Running to my room to hide from family, throwing my glasses into the pillows, muffling myself with blankets because you hadn't reached out in three days and this was it. This is it. I feel it when we're together, but I also feel the opposite when we're apart. So which one is real? Are they both?

I have issues. I've never been in a relationship before, never been kissed, never been sought after. I have attachment issues that spur from when I was very young, no taller than a door handle, and it manifests itself in all my relationships. I have gone months ghosting best friends before. I don't handle conflict well. I've lost lifelong people due to my own head. I recognize all of this, and I have to admit I've been working on it. I'm a better person than I was three months ago, a year ago, five years ago. I'm older and more secure in myself, but these flaws of mine still persist. It's an ugly whisper in the back of my mind. Leave, run. Beg and plead for reassurance. Put my love into a jar, like a house spider I'm wanting to move, but leave it there because it'll die if it's outside and I'll kill it if I leave it in my room. Stand there frozen in indecision, holding the jar, looking at the innocent creature, and feel everything I've never felt before until the spider suffocates and I break down because it's all my fault. That's how I've been all my life, I think.

The wind is real because I can feel it. It pushes against me as I run. Foot on pavement, propelling myself forward one step at a time. The sun dips beneath the hills now. The air is nippier. I need to go home soon, but one more lap won't hurt. Two more, maybe.

The way you look at me is real, too. I can feel it. I've never felt it before. I want to feel it forever.

Let's get dinner sometime, maybe after the holidays. Reach out to me. I've been working on myself. Even if we go nowhere, no matter how badly I want to - even if we never leave those moments where it's just us, talking, being together; no touching past a friendly hand on the shoulder, no intimacy past being allowed to take up parts of each other's day. Hearing your laugh, hearing you tease me in that easy way you seem to pull off that I can never do, the way that all my friends say sounds like we've already lived a whole life together, hearing about the different, niche interests you know so much about. Seeing your smile, seeing how you squint your eyes when you're thinking of something, the way you wiggle your eyebrows when we're playful together. Feeling the security of your presence, the comfort of your body being a few feet away, facing me.

It's real, right? In some way?

I don't leave spiders in jars anymore. I want to believe the wind exists solely because I can feel it, too.

[rozcdust]

Waste it on me

Pairing: Takeomi Akashi x f!reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU, Fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, age gap (both are consenting adults), suggestive

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“Hellooooooo, Omi!”

He nodded to acknowledge you from the kitchen table, keeping his eyes on his paperwork even as you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, peppering kisses down his jaw.

“Missed you.” You murmured against his neck, nuzzling your face into it, exhaling his scent of expensive perfume and cigarettes.

“Missed you too.” He mumbled, his brows furrowed in concentration as he wrote the report, “I’m almost finished, can you wait another 10 minutes?”

“Yep! I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.” Giggling, you basically skipped to his room, getting comfortable on the bed as you waited.

Your hands were still shaking.

Shaking your head to get rid of the leftover panic, you forced your regular teasing smile on your face, tapping your fingers against your thigh as you waited, thoughts and fear racing a mile per second inside your head.

You climb into Takeomi’s lap as soon as he sat down on the bed, loosening his tie, and as you straddle him, you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him.

His hands settle on your waist, pulling you close as he lets you deepen the kiss, sighing at your small mewl.

Suddenly, he pulls away, frowning as he cups your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as he observes you carefully.

You gulp.

“You’ve been crying.”

It’s not a question, not a thought, not even an assumption.

He says it like it’s a full-blown fact.

The motherfucker is good.

You blink.

“Uh, yeah, crying for dick, why do you think I’m here?”

His frown deepens.

“Stop trying to be funny. You’re upset about something.”

“You’re imaging things, must be coming with old age.” Rolling your eyes, you press your body flush against his, trying to kiss him again, but he presses his hand against your chest gently, pushing you away.

“What’s wrong?”

You cross your arms, scowling.

“Nothing is wrong, I told you already.”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“I’m not!”

His frown softens into concern.

“Come on baby, talk to me.”

Something inside you gives up, and sighing, you allow your arms to fall, lowering your face to avoid his keen gaze.

“Had a bad dream.” You murmured out, playing with the bottom of his dress shirt in an attempt to soothe your nerves.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, not particularly.”

He nodded.

“Why were you pretending?”

You nervously laughed, scratching your neck.

“I wasn’t really sure if coming to you crying and shit is really appropriate in our relationship?”

He raises an eyebrow.

“You’re a human being with a full array of emotions, of course you can come to me if you’re upset. You don’t have to make excuses.”

You bury your face into his neck to hide the soft smile appearing on your face against your will, wrapping your arms around him to cling as tightly as you can.

He gently strokes your back, cooing, letting you even out your ragged breathing slowly.

“Sweetheart, do you want to just sleep?”

You nodded, climbing out of his lap.

He gets up to open his closet, handing you one of his shirts that he knew would be oversized on you, and as you quickly changed, slipping under the comforter, you curled up inside yourself, waiting on him to climb in beside you.

As he does, he pulls you flush to his chest, wrapping his arms around you as you lay on top of him, his fingers softly dancing across your back and hair as he cranes his neck to kiss your forehead.

“Tell me about your day.” You whisper, rubbing circles into his shoulder.

He obliges, keeping his tone soft, telling you about the newest bullshit Sanzu did, and after only a few minutes, the warmth of his body and the sound of his heartbeat lulls you to sleep.

He continues talking until he can feel your heartbeat calm, your breathing evening out as your chest rises up and down slowly, softly.

He continues stroking your hair even when he knew you were in deep sleep, and listening to the sound of cars racing by, he stares at the ceiling, frowning, a sinking feeling deep within his chest.

He wouldn’t press you to tell him what happened even in the morning, he knew better, but he couldn’t stop the worry creasing his face.

He has seen you upset before, seen you complain about finals and be exhausted for days on end, or argue with one of your friends and talk his ear off as you pace around his apartment, angry and bitter and cursing every second word.

He has never seen you try to hide it before.

He has never felt your hands shaking on top of his own, nor has he ever kissed you and tasted blood from where you chewed on your lip out of anxiety until you drew blood.

‘I wasn’t sure if I can come to you.’

It broke his damn heart.

It was never his intention to do anything but give you money and spoil you rotten with gifts in exchange for your time, but fuck, your clever mouth and the way you looked at him as if you saw past the money and the greying hair, as if you saw someone worth sticking by, made him feel just a little dizzy sometimes.

You looked at him as if you loved him, not something he was used to.

You are chipping away at his heart little by little, without even knowing it, chipping it away and taking it all.

You made him feel alive, like something worth giving a fuck about, like something worth kissing softly and holding tightly, like something that still had a fucking heart beating inside its empty ribcage.

You pulled him out of the loop of his bleak, winter days where he was stuck between breaking down inside his office with a cigarette in between his lips in a desperate attempt to calm his frantic thoughts and days when his anger made him want to bash his own skull in until his hair turns red and here is nothing left inside the empty husk he called his own body but the monster his mother considered him to be.

He didn’t plan to fall in love, but he was doomed the moment he laid eyes on you.

He shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was, after all, he did inherit his father’s tendency to please, and his mother’s tendency to break everything he touches.

He only hoped he wouldn’t do the same to you, he could only pray in the empty pews of his own mind that he won’t follow the pattern and turn you into something just as empty as himself, not when you slept so peacefully in his arms as if he weren’t a damn murderer with blood staining his hands like a fucking curse.

You trusted him, and that’s what fucking broke him.

He didn’t plan to fall in love.

You made him so sad.

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a/n: did i mention i love soft takeomi? I FUCKING LOVE SOFT TAKEOMI 😩💝 baby 🤧

[wh0rephobic]

All thoughts? Gone.

Brain is just sex with will.

"Darling, not right now." William said. He was driving home, with you in the passenger seat.

"William! I can't wait..." you said pouting

"Darling don't pout. Its 3 minutes till home."

"William, please! My pussy aches...you've not fucked me for 2 days!"

Then, after alot of begging William got pissed. "Stop begging me, can't you wait?!" William snapped. You stayed quiet for the rest off the ride home.

"Darling im sorry. I think all off me should apologize, mostly my tongue for upsetting you."

So he apologized and fucked you so fuckin deep with your tongue.

oh my gosh GENUINELY i’d be so devastated if he took this tone with me 😭😭😭

but yeah, staying silent the whole ride home, not even turning to look at william, just staring out the window quietly. when you finally get home you’re basically tip-toeing into the house, your body having closed in on itself in shame of what william had said to you… it’s almost like you’re walking into a strangers house for the first time with how nervous you look. well, it might as well be a strangers house, as the william you know would never raise his voice at you like that.

you head straight upstairs to hide in your shared bedroom, to get as much privacy and distance from him until he decides it’s time to go up.

which in about half an hour, it is. a few quiet taps on the door lift your head from the book you’re reading to watch him open the door slowly and poke his head in, making eye contact with you.

“can i come in?” he mumbles, to which you just put your head back down to your book.

he knows you’re mad, he’ll sort the rest out. he takes your silence as a yes and enters the room, walking slowly towards your side of the bed and sitting in front of where you’re curled up on the bed. you raise your book higher, seemingly hiding yourself from him. though, william isn’t having it. he reaches his hand up and slowly lowers the book. you comply, gazing up at him with an unreadable expression that makes his mouth dry.

he’s very soft spoken, “i’m sorry dear… i shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

you say nothing.

“and i believe that all of me should apologize.” you blink a few times. “especially my tongue, for upsetting you.”

oh. well, you can’t stay mad forever; all you really wanted was an apology and william gave it to you… plus, your pussy does still hurt from neglect…

william hooks his hands below your knees, spreading them out on the bed and adjusting himself so that he’s kneeling between you.

“so, what to you say?” he rubs his hands up and down your thighs. “do you forgive me?”

how were you supposed to say no to that?

you nod, sitting up and putting your book on the nightstand. william sighs with relief and without another word meets you for a kiss.

oh boy, you forgot how good his kisses were. the way you sigh into it, bringing a palm to rest on the scruff of his face, his hands reaching for leverage on your hips… he darts his tongue out to lick your lips, deepening the kiss when he slips it through. your tongues happily dance together as william pulls your hips down so that you’re laying flat on the bed. when your head his the mattress, he pulls away, you gaze at him with doe eyes that he just can’t resist planting a few more pecks to your lips before leaving to suckle on your neck.

you can feel william roll the skin between his teeth with the intention to leave bruises. you begin to pant.

he leaves two dark red hickeys throbbing on your neck before continuing to move down. he kisses down your shirt, before getting to the hem and pushing it up slightly so that he can leave wet kisses against your tummy. you whimper, watching his delicate movements, skin ghosting over skin whenever he moves and making your pussy ache.

by the time william has rested his chin on your pelvis to gaze up at your blown-out eyes, you could practically be begging him to take your pants off. but, you don’t have to.

“may i?”

you nod, fast and eager to be pleased. he stifles a chuckle at your desperate complexion, but doesn’t tease you about it. william, as eager as you, undoes your pants and sits up to pull them all the way off of your legs, throwing them on the floor.

he takes his time continuing to warm you up so that your body doesn’t shock when he comes in contact with your heat. aka, teasing. he’s teasing you.

you can feel his mouth attach on to the soft skin of your thigh, kneading it with his tongue and fluttering kisses around them in between sucks and bites as he lifts your legs over his shoulders. a few minutes later, you begin to soak through your underwear. when william notices, he can’t help but look up at you, lips parted, face flushed and a complete mess and he hasn’t even started yet.

there’s a dark look in his eyes, right before he moves forward to press kisses to the wet cloth, darting his tongue out and taking in the taste of you… you can feel his tongue squirm, it makes you whimper and grind down on him, just trying to give him the hint.

of course, william takes it. you didn’t need to hint, he always knew. he keeps his gray eyes locked to yours when he moves up to your stomach again, hooking his teeth in the lace lining of your panties and beginning to drag them off of your thighs. you throw your head back and sigh.

william makes contact with your clit, dragging his rough tongue over it like a puppy before attaching his mouth. your legs twitch as you finally get attention there, sitting up with a gasp. you watch him as he wraps his arms around your legs, holding your jerking body in place as he licks and nips at your lips, slurping up all of your juices.

“o-oh my god, f-fuck,” you moan, “william!”

he pulls away, “there’s my girl-“

“oh, please don’t talk right now, please! j-just keep going!”

without another word, william dives back in. he finally inserts his tongue inside of you, pushing the warm muscle against your walls and feeling as you clench down on the unusual sensation of his squirming, wet tongue. he only holds tighter, restricting you of your attempts to escape him and pushing his face further into your pussy to reach your g-spot. you’re panting, face red as you flail your arms for leverage as your body both tries to push into william and pull away.

the way he’s rolling his tongue inside of you is heavenly mixed with the way he reaches over your leg to begin rubbing your clit. you’re a mess of drool and slick, dripping down your shaking thighs and making a mess on the bed as you drill your heels into his back.

“oh, oh-!” you grip the sheets. “awwh!”

william loves when you get noisy, it spurs him on to dive deeper, practically suffocating himself with your pussy in order to please you as you squeeze his tongue delightfully. his eyes are closed, brows knit as he focuses on reaching as deep as he can inside of you. his teeth are resting on your clit as he growls into you.

then, he hits it. his tongue licks against that sensitive, spongy part of you that makes you go absolutely insane. your back arches as you reach down to grip onto his hair, pulling it so hard you could rip it out as you cry out repetitions of there, there, there! before you tighten your legs around his head and use all of your strength to flip both of you over so that you’re seated on his face.

william gasps in shock, tightening his hold on your thighs as you reach up to grab the headboard of the bed for balance before you begin rutting your pussy against his face like your life depends on it.

everything is perfect. the way despite literally being suffocated by your sex (though he enjoys it), he’s still actively fucking you with his tongue while you grind your clit down onto his nose… you’ve never felt this good in your life.

your movements become sloppy the more the knot in your stomach tightens. it’s not long before you stop and with one long drag of your hips, you gush out all over william’s mouth and start to drown him with your cum.

you let out loud, breathy moans as you rock through your high. you can feel william retract his tongue in order to swallow everything you just gave him and when the heat inside of you finally cools, you sigh and roll off of him, collapsing down on the bed.

william takes a second to catch his breath and revel in the activities you two just preformed. when he finally gathers himself, he turns over and crawls up to you, brushing the sweat-stuck hair out of your face and planting kiss after kiss all over your face while you pant.

you reach a hand up to cradle his jaw, gesturing to him as he kisses you and thumbing at the wetness left on his face.

“oh god,” you giggle, he moves back to look at you. “what did i do to you?”

his eyes are wide with fiery passion. “oh, you better do that again.”

“you liked that?”

“yes!” he groans, “oh darling, i’m so sorry for yelling at you…”

you scoff, over it now. “well, if you’re gonna apologize to me like that then you should yell at me more often,”

the two of you share a laugh before william relaxes next to you, pulling you into his chest so the two of you can catch your breaths before getting up to shower together.

[marsbutterfly]

Birthday Celebrations With Annie Leonhardt

a/n: today is my beautiful wife's birthday. everybody say happy birthday tsuki <3 this is a present for her @tsukidrama

• Annie adores you, that is a known fact to anybody who has ever met her. Even to people she met at the line at the grocery store, she just loves to talk about you.

• She is so proud of you for being who you are and she is so happy to be able to spend her days with you that she just needs to talk about it.

• She takes special dates very seriously. Anniversaries, birthdays, anything that has a significant meaning to your relationship and/or life.

• She does so because most of your celebratory dates that you spent together were with her in the crystal and you on the outside with two slices of cake, one for her and one for you.

• She remembers every year you spent like that as if it was yesterday and she wants to make sure you never have to spend your birthday alone, or talking to a rock, ever again.

• She would even make random occasions special, such as first kiss or when you first met. Basic stuff that seems so unimportant to anyone else means the world to her.

• So when your birthday comes around, she makes damn sure that your day is the most special possible.

• She would bake you a cake, even if she isn't a good baker. She tries her best to do it just to make sure you know how much effort she puts forward towards your happiness.

• For presents? She wants to give you everything on your wish list to the point where you have to come up with a budget of how much she can actually spend on you.

• She buys books, string lights, kitchen utensils, a bunch of small stuff to make it up for the homemade presents she made, just in case you don't like them.

• But it’s gifts like a photobook of silly pictures of the two of you, and hand painted boxes that she made herself, picked out the wood and everything, that bring tears to your eyes.

• It is a tradition for a flower bouquet to be delivered to your house in the morning, alongside a delicious breakfast she ordered from your favorite restaurant.

• It's the only day of the year where Annie will do whatever you say, no complaints.

• Annie wakes you up with little kisses all over your face but what actually brings you out of your deep sleep is the way her hair tickles your nose when she bends down so her lips are touching you.

• She quietly turns on the tv so it is playing your favorite show and slowly begins to pull the covers down off of your body, giving it space so she can hop in bed and give you some cuddles.

• That day, she waited until you were ready before heading to the garden to pick up the vegetables or the eggs because she knows that's your favorite part.

• She even wore whatever outfit you picked out, no complaints.

• So you decide to dress her in a beautiful blue dress with white flowers. It compliments her eyes perfectly.

• When it's nighttime and the next day comes, Annie plants a kiss on your forehead and one on your lips.

• "Did you have a good day?" She asks, apprehensive. Her cheeks are a light shade of red and she averts your gaze.

• "I always have a good day when I'm with you." You respond and she widens her eyes, extending her arms to push you away but not being able to hide the bright smile that curls on her lips.

• "Stop it." She asks and you giggle, pulling her in for a tight hug. "I love you."

• "I love you too. I had an amazing day, all thanks to you."

• "I'm glad." Is all she says before turning on the tv, her head resting on your shoulder while your back is touching the headboard, arm wrapped around yours as she nuzzles her face against your skin.

• You couldn't ask for a better wife.

[noteguk]

pretty in pink | kth | m

— summary; in which you try to rekindle your sex life with a devilish plan and a very sexy, very pink set of langerie. 

— contents and warnings; smut, a bit of fluff, marriage au, taehyung x reader, mischievous use of lingerie, dirty talk, dom!tae x sub!reader, pretty heavy dom/sub themes, constant use of the word “sir”, begging, Tae has a big dick, cock worship, blowjob, deepthroat, cum eating, fingering, hair pulling, a bit of praise, degradation (use of slut/cockslut), but also use of pet names (honey, love, baby, doll…), mentions of cum play, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, impreg kink if you squint, being nasty in the name of love 

— words; 6,4k 

— author’s note; homies… this is basically one long smut scene. There are like 3 paragraphs of context. Brain empty no excuse. 

Requested by anon! Requests are currently closed. 

By the time that Taehyung got home, you had pretty much forgotten you had a plan in the first place.

He removed his shoes after closing the door behind him, his coat hanging over his forearm and an expression of exhaustion plastered all over his face. “Hi, honey,” he called, only slightly aware of your silhouette coming out of the kitchen and into the living room. “How was your day?” 

Now, you see, your day had two main parts. The first (the usual one), was the part that started as soon as your husband left home for work, and you made your unceremonious walk towards the kitchen table, where you proceeded to work yourself. A few years back, you had managed to score an amazing job in the tech industry which allowed you to work mostly from home, and get a great salary while you’re at it — one downside, though, was that things started to get a bit lonely as your husband’s hours increased. 

You knew that Taehyung wasn’t doing it on purpose: he was working hard for a promotion, one that could considerably improve your living situation, and you wouldn’t shoot his plans down like that. But it was a bit disheartening to see him leaving so early and getting home so late, sometimes only after you had already gone to bed. And, besides the emotional void growing inside of you, there was also the sexual one you needed to take care of. 

Which leads you to the second part of your day. The scheming one. 

You and Taehyung used to have an extremely active sex life, practically fucking like rabbits throughout your dating, engagement, and marriage phases. But now things had started to cool down — really, no one’s fault: Taehyung was too tired most days and you felt too moody — and you had started to grow a bit desperate. It wasn’t as if the two of you never had sex anymore, it was just mostly a very vanilla, very boring, once-every-weekend-maybe kind of thing. 

All that being said, it’s understandable why you had started to construct a plan to rekindle that old, dying-out flame of yours. You didn’t want to do anything crazy — regardless of how interesting the idea of handcuffing your husband was, you didn’t think the best approach would be to scare him away from the get-go — so you eventually settled for a few things he particularly liked from back in the dating days. 

(You felt so old thinking that.)  

Number one: baby pink lingerie, the lacy kind. You didn’t know what kind of intense reaction it unleashed in your husband’s primal brain, but you knew that those were his favorites, and that Taehyung never stopped until he could take them off you. For that special occasion, you had even gone out and bought yourself a new set, matched with some semi-transparent thigh high socks that you also knew he loved. Cover all that up with a loose satin robe (the same color, of course), and you were ready to go. 

Number two: a healthy amount of roleplay, matched with absolute submission from your part. Now, that’s where the money was: even if, by some curse placed on him by working countless hours in a corporate, hyper-capitalist job, Taehyung didn’t react to your very sexy, very skimpy set of new lingerie, you knew that would get a reaction out of him. It was exactly the dynamic the two of you liked the most, and you still remembered exactly how to push his buttons. 

It was a perfect plan. 

Only, you forgot about it. 

“It was fine, finally finished coding that page after a bazillion years,” you responded, placing your mug on the coffee table before throwing yourself on the couch. The signs of old age were approaching: your back hurt so much that you could only think about sleeping for the next ten hours. “And yours?” 

Taehyung hadn’t really looked at you yet, instead fighting to hang his coat next to the door. “It was good, actually. My boss told me he has some good news to tell me tomorrow.” 

Your eyes lit up. “You’re getting that promotion?” 

He sighed. “Maybe, I don’t know. I don’t wanna get any expectations, you know my boss. Maybe he’ll just give me a new stapl— What the hell do you have on?” 

You paused, looking down at yourself. Oh. Yeah. You had forgotten about that. Or, rather, you forgot about the second part of your plan — because your very pink, very exposed underwear was staring you right in the face. 

Still, you managed to keep yourself composed. “It’s new, do you like it?” You smiled, pulling your satin robe to the side. It exposed your breasts, made Taehyung clench his jaw at the sight. You needed to snap into submissive mode soon enough if you wanted that to work, but you also needed a few seconds to center yourself. “Baby?” 

You watched as your husband blinked his way back into reality, taking a hesitant step towards you. You wanted to laugh: Taehyung was looking at you like there was a tiger in his living room, and he was trying to find out the best possible approach to deal with it. 

And that was the perfect time to strike. 

You pouted, hand slithering down to the level of your waist so you could untie the loose knot of the robe. “You don’t like it, sir?” The innocent inflection of your voice made his eyes snap up at yours, something dark starting to swim on the bottom of his irises. He was catching the drift. “I bought it just for you.” The robe was pushed to the side, presenting him with the glorious view of your panties; those socks that made him want to bury his face between your thighs. Taehyung took another step in your direction. “If you want, I can change into something else.” 

Just like magic, Taehyung’s expression of exhaustion had been casted away, replaced by one of sheer, unshakable lust. Your breath almost got stuck in your throat as he placed his hands inside the pockets of his pants and took a few silent steps towards the couch. “Don’t change it,” he spoke up. His voice was deep and velvety, shot straight down to your core. “You look beautiful, love.” 

You smiled as he sat down next to you. “Thank you, sir.” 

“Of course.” Taehyung’s large hand cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his warm touch. His calm disposition was a threatening thing, it got you on edge as his gaze trailed down to your lips; your breasts; your thighs. He hummed. “Want my doll to look pretty for me.” 

“Yes, sir,” you said promptly. His eyes were back on yours in no time, thumb caressing your bottom lip. “Can you kiss me, sir?” 

His hand brushed down your face, moving onto your neck. Taehyung was thinking of what to do to you, and you were kind enough to wait. “Does my baby want a kiss?” He asked and you nodded. “Very well. Sit on my lap, love.” 

You could barely contain your excitement as you followed his order, one leg moving over his thighs so you could straddle him. Taehyung sighed in content as you sat on his erection, which only made the arousal between your legs grow. 

“My girl is beautiful, isn’t she?” He mumbled to himself, hands swiftly pulling your robe down your shoulders. A cold breeze embraced your body as the discarded piece of clothing fell somewhere on the floor. “But so, so quick to misbehave.” 

Your heartbeat quickened. “I didn’t misbehave, sir.” 

“You did, love,” Taehyung spoke slowly, as if he was talking to a child. His movements were tender when he pushed your hair away from your face, but you knew there was wickedness hiding in those still waters. “You are trying to provoke me.” 

“I’m not,” you lied. 

“You are.” His hands placed themselves on your waist, pulling your body closer to his. They were a bit firmer than before, spreading goosebumps through your skin as they slithered down your lower back, palming your ass cheeks. “You put this on because you wanted me to fuck you, baby. Don’t lie to me now.” 

Your hand started playing with his tie, eyes following the movement of your fingers so you could avoid his penetrative gaze. “Sorry, sir.” 

His finger found the underside of your chin, pushing it up. You couldn’t escape those eyes, he wouldn’t allow you to. “Why are you apologizing?” He asked calmly. His other hand was still firm on your ass, squeezing the flesh. “I’m not mad. I just find it funny.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Funny?” You echoed. 

“Yes, doll,” Taehyung said. “Funny the lengths you go to just because you want my cock.” 

Heat exploded on your cheeks at his dirty words, your own speech getting stuck in your throat. You were in trouble, and it was exactly what you had been looking for. 

“Hm? Not gonna say anything?” He egged you on, leaning his head to the side. You wanted to touch him, to kiss him, but you knew that things would follow his own pace. “My baby’s so horny for cock she’s not gonna even answer me?” 

His words were suffocating you, earning a timid roll of your hips against his hard member. Your underwear was absolutely soaked and you could barely think straight. “I want you, sir,” was what you managed to get out. 

“I know,” Taehyung said, his tone so nonchalant, so passive. His knuckles brushed tenderly against your cheek, a sly smirk curling up on his lips. “My pretty little slut just wants to get fucked so bad, doesn’t she?” 

You nodded. “Yes.”

He hummed, the corners of his lips moving down in disapproval. “Yes…?”

“Yes, sir,” you were quick to correct yourself, hands slithering up his shoulders and behind his neck. It was electrifying how Taehyung managed to get you so worked up so quickly, his unbothered stare burning holes on your skin. You felt so small like that, and you knew he was getting high on the power play. Some things never change. “Sorry, sir.” 

“Mhm.” Taehyung didn’t grant you forgiveness so fast, instead leaning back on the couch and analyzing your demeanor. “I don’t know if you deserve my cock, though.” 

You blinked, not hesitating for a second. “I do deserve it, sir.”

He scoffed, both of his hands back on your waist. His palms were heavy and warm against your skin, and you could not hold back the thought of having his fingers moving in and out of you. No matter how many times Taehyung touched you, his hands were just so big that he got you seeing stars in no time, filling you up and reaching deep inside you in ways that your own fingers never could. “Show me, then.” His firm voice broke your reveries, digits pressing down on your naked flesh. “You can kiss me now.”

Obedient, you leaned in and trapped his mouth in yours. It was a different world when Taehyung was in that headspace — often, he would kiss you so eagerly, so hungry for more, but, now, his mouth was barely following yours; a disinterested hum melting past his throat, silently daring you to try harder, to show him that you were worth his time. You dug your fingers in his soft hair and placed your tongue inside his mouth, trying to be the best you could be for him and, yet, it seemed as if he was deadset on giving you the bare minimum reaction. 

At the same time, you still felt the effects of that kiss, your body heating up as you moaned against his mouth. Taehyung’s hands had traveled downwards and were now tugging at your panties, pulling them up and burying them between your asschecks. It made your back arch; there was a slight pressure on your clit that got you grinding down on his cock. He sighed at that, sucking on your tongue as one of his hands slithered beneath your panties, harshly groping your ass. 

You swore he was just about to get into it when he decided to pull away. Slightly breathless and completely overwhelmed, you could only watch as Taehyung tilted his head to the side and, just as nonchalant as before, asked, “What do we say, doll?”

Lucky you, you knew the answer to that question. “Thank you, sir.” 

“Very well.” He caressed your cheek once more, eyes trapped on the swell of your lips. Taehyung’s mind was flickering through the details of you — your breasts, your thighs, the perfect weight of your center against his — as he slowly figured out what he wanted to do to you. At last, he made up his mind. “On your knees.” 

To move away from his embrace seemed to be a medieval sort of torture, but you did as he told you. You were on your knees in no time, the harsh wooden floor hurting your flesh when you looked up at him, expectant. 

Taehyung leaned forward, trapping your chin between his fingers. “So pretty, aren’t you, doll?” He asked, voice velvety and slow. “Wanna be good for me?” 

You nodded, eager to please him. 

With a deep exhale, he moved back, spreading his arms over the couch’s back. “Good. Take my cock out,” he commanded. You stared up at him for a second too long, waiting to see if that was a test. It was a bit suspicious, after all: he used to tease you for far longer than that before even allowing you to touch him. And, because Taehyung knew you very well, he caught your trail of thought quickly enough. “Isn’t that what you wanted? Go on.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, just to be sure, and took your hands to his pants. Taehyung had chosen one of his most beautiful suits to work that day, and the dark grey shade did not conceal his erection in the slightest. 

The smallest of things got you waiting for more: the sound of his pants being pulled down, apparently so loud in that silent living room; the gradual rise and fall of his chest; the wet mark on his underwear and the straining of his hard, leaking cock against the fabric. It was a good kind of anticipation, for you loved when Taehyung got you on the edge like that, unsure of what would follow, of how he would treat you. 

Truth was: you loved being good for him, loved treating him as well as you could. Above all, you loved when he praised you for it, all warm touches and kind regards. But also, you adored when he made you work for those praises, glancing down at you like you were bothering him, like you couldn’t do anything right, not even pleasure him. 

His cock was out soon after, heavy in your hands. Taehyung managed to control his demeanor rather well, but you could see that he was extremely turned on: tip reddened and covered in his precum, his length fully hard and throbbing as you gave him a small, tentative pump. 

“Spit on it,” he said. “Come on, you know better than to touch me dry.” 

You nodded, doing as he told you. A big glob of saliva dripped down onto his member, which you used to help with your movements. Saliva wasn’t lube, that’s true, but it did manage to calm down his attitude for a bit. 

Being married meant that you had grown extremely used to each other’s bodies and, just like Taehyung knew your weak spots like the back of his hand, you knew his. Soon enough, you had your tongue trailing the underside of his cock, placing a special pressure on his frenulum. Taehyung inhaled sharply, hands digging to the sofa cushions as you lethargically continued your actions, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip and tasting his precum. 

“In your mouth,” he ordered, “now.” 

Eager to please him, your lips wrapped around his crown and you gradually began sinking down on him. Taehyung was thick, always gave you a hard time as you slowly grew used to his size inside your mouth; a strangled moan perishing in your throat as you took him in. Above you, the man groaned in satisfaction, one of his large hands resting on the back of your head. 

“Move.”

You agreed with a whimper, closing your eyes as your mouth moved up and down on his member, cheeks hollowing every time you sucked him. Taehyung got you just the way that he liked: so small beneath him, with your doll-like eyes looking up at him through a thin curtain of your tears. He always thought you looked so pretty with his cock inside your mouth, your perfect lips and tongue making him lose his mind. 

“Fuck. Such a good cockslut.” He raised his hips just enough to reach deeper inside your throat, making you gag around him. The sound was beautiful to his ears, turned into a much more heavenly symphony when it quickly morphed into a muffled moan. Taehyung loved watching you struggle with his size, it made him want to break you apart. “You like my cock, baby?” 

You nodded, but it seemed like it wasn’t enough. Taehyung tugged in your hair, signaling that he wanted you to remove your mouth from him. He needed to hear you say it, and you were beyond happy to oblige. “I love it, sir,” you told him, your voice a bit groggy from your previous act. “So much. It’s so huge.” 

“Suck it harder, then.” His own voice was a bit airy, not so rough around the edges. He must’ve been close. “Show me how much you love it.” 

This time, just a simple nod from your part satisfied him, for he allowed your mouth to wrap around his cock once again. Without hesitation, you did as he told you to, sucking his cock harder, taking it deeper than you were before. Your new approach was a gift from god, it appeared, because it took you no time to have Taehyung’s animosity meeting away. 

“That’s it, that’s my dirty girl,” he praised, fingers intertwined in your hair. You could feel his big cock throbbing inside your mouth, releasing precum. It was just a matter of time before he spilled himself inside your mouth. “Gonna make me cum like a good slut.” 

You moaned around him, one hand moving down to play with his balls. Taehyung hissed at the sensation, throwing his head back and groaning something you couldn’t quite grasp. There were beautiful droplets of sweat accumulating just above his white collar — it was almost humiliating how naked you felt when compared to his dressed, composed self — and this thick neck seemed to be calling for you, wishing that you’d place hot, messy kisses all over it. But you couldn’t do it just yet, not when he was about to cum down your throat. 

Taehyung’s breath hitched and you instantly knew that he was just there. A couple more seconds and your theory was proven right: he grunted as his hot cum filled your mouth, a vague rising of his hips making his tip hit the back of your throat. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Don’t swallow yet.”

Oh he was in that mood, it seemed. 

Apparently your plan had worked better than expected, because it had been a long time since Taehyung didn’t ask you to swallow his cum right away. As much as he adored when you did that, he also loved seeing his cum on you — splattered on your abdomen, on your tits, on your ass; maybe running between your pussy lips after he was done fucking you or, in that case, in your mouth. You didn’t quite understand the appeal that it had, but who were you to judge? 

You removed his cock from your mouth soon after, filled with expectation as he shifted above you, leaning in closer. You blinked up at him as his hand found the underside of your jaw. 

“Let me see.” Taehyung pulled on your chin and you quickly got your cue, opening your mouth. A flash of lust shimmered inside his eyes at the sight of his cum inside your mouth, the corner of his lips being tugged upwards into a satisfied smirk. “Perfect. Swallow now.” He closed your mouth. 

Once again, you did as he commanded. “Thank you, sir,” you said. The discomfort between your legs was growing at a fast progression, monopolizing your mind — you had already been so good to your husband, did everything that he told you to, and now your own arousal was getting the best of you. You shifted around on the ground, your knees still hurting a bit. “Sir, please…”

Taehyung hummed, caressing your cheek. “What is it?” 

“I'm so horny, I wanna cum,” you whined. 

“Is that so?” Taehyung questioned, thumb caressing your bottom lip. It was a bit swollen after you had blown him, made him want to bite it. Instead, he leaned back against the couch. “Stand up.” 

You fumbled as you got up to your feet, unsure of what to do next. Luckily, you didn’t have to think about it for long, because Taehyung soon gripped you by the hips and pulled you closer to him, your shins knocking on the sofa. His fingers were surprisingly tender as they slowly navigated towards your pussy, pulling the dainty pink fabric aside. “Love the color,” he mumbled as if he was talking to himself. You were just about to thank him, but your words were ripped out of you when his finger sunk between your folds. “Look at my girl. Got this wet just by sucking my cock, baby?” He looked up at you. You felt dizzy under his intense gaze, barely nodding in return. He smiled. “How dirty.” 

You wanted to touch him, to find support on his broad shoulders, but you didn’t know if you were allowed to. Instead, you merely gasped as Taehyung started toying with your sensitive entrance, feeling as if your legs would fail you at any time. “Sir, please,” you pleaded once more, “I need you.” 

He hummed, one finger slowly entering you. You practically melted as Taehyung added a second one right away, curling them up in the way you loved so much. “Yes, darling, I heard you.” But it didn’t seem like he did, for his hungry gaze was trapped on the sinking of his digits inside your tight hole. You were so on edge that you could cum just like that; a few desperate whimpers already dripping from your lips as he continued his movements. Your sounds seemed to drag him back to reality, though, for he was soon removing them from your pussy, ignoring your frustrated cries. “Go to the bedroom.” His eyes snapped up at you. “You better be naked in bed when I get there.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

If you didn’t know Taehyung as well as you did, perhaps that command would’ve taken the worries off your shoulders. However, the thing was: when your husband was in that headspace, you could never really predict what would come from it. Just because he had sent you to the bedroom, it didn’t mean that he would suddenly become pliant and adamant to fulfill your every need — if anything, it meant that he had enough energy and discipline to spare. If he wanted to fuck you straight away (like you had begged him to), he would’ve just taken you on the couch, like he had done countless times before. No, the fact that he was sending you — alone — to the bedroom was probably not such a good sign. 

When you entered the suite, you started removing your bra, then your panties and, finally, the thigh high socks. You felt yourself become more and more uneasy as you laid down bare on the bed, feeling as small shock waves of anticipation ran through your body. Every time you heard a noise coming from somewhere else in the apartment, your heart missed a beat. 

Taehyung liked to make those moments as dragged-out as possible. He got some sick kick out of it, you guessed, probably made him feel like a predator stalking its prey, playing with its food. He liked to leave you wondering what he would do to you, and you couldn’t say you were bothered by it either. 

At last, when you thought that your heart was about to jump out of your chest, he walked into the bedroom, his slender fingers loosening his silk tie. It was a stark contrast how dressed Taehyung still was — everything still in place, with only the zipper of his pants still opened. He looked absolutely composed, his dark eyes following the curves of your body as he gradually approached you. 

“Beautiful,” he complimented, sitting down next to you. The bed dipped under his weight, making your breasts bounce slightly. His gaze fell over them and he hummed, one hand tenderly squeezing the flesh. You gasped at the sensation, which ripped a small chuckle out of him. “And so sensitive.” 

You didn’t know if it was the best moment to speak up, so you didn’t. Instead, you waited as Taehyung’s hand gradually made its way up your chest, towards your neck and, finally, to your cheek. There, it stayed for a moment, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. He really enjoyed doing that, it seemed. “Open up for me,” he requested. And so you did, lips parting so two of his fingers could enter your mouth. Taehyung pressed down on your tongue, making you release a small whimper, before allowing you to suck on his fingers. “That’s it. What do we say?”

“Thank you, sir,” you struggled to speak against his fingers. 

“That’s right.” Taehyung removed his digits from your mouth, lowering them until they were pressed against your clit. You moaned and raised your hips under the random surge of pleasure, but his other hand soon met the skin of your inner thigh, making you stand still. “Shhh, shhh,” he shushed you, “don’t move now.” 

Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly slid between your folds. The pressure was light, barely teasing your sensitive entrance before going back up to play with your clit. 

“So fucking soaked for me, doll,” Taehyung groaned, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened a little, allowing a small sob to fall from it. “Such an eager little pussy.”

“S-Sir,” you gasped, fingers digging to the pristine white sheets of your bed. You had just changed them, and now they were bearing witness to your sinful acts. “I want you.”

Taehyung hummed, apparently distracted with the sensation of your slickness covering him. “You have me, darling.” 

“N-Not your fingers,” you said. “Want your cock, please.”

The moment he stopped his movements, you realized you had fucked up. Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue that shot straight through your chest, quickening your heartbeat. “You’re so spoiled.” He removed his hand from your heat and you didn’t even find the force within you to complain about it. Not when he was looking at you with such a mixture of disappointment and frustration. “You tell me you want to cum, and then that my fingers aren’t good enough for you?”

“Sorry, sir,” you rushed to say, a frail veil of tears shimmering in your eyes. You felt like you had been edged for hours, even if that wasn’t the case. The sexual tension was just too high, leaving you so worked up that it hurt. And there was also an extra level of desperation knowing that your release wasn't exactly your decision at that moment. “Please, I need it so bad.” 

Taehyung scrutinized your face for a moment, watching the quick beating of your eyelashes and the thin layer of sweat that covered your skin. He felt a familiar sense of power washing over him, watching intently for every sign of pleading eagerness that covered your features. You looked so beautiful, he thought, so meek and polite under him. You had been so good, after all, there was no need to postpone your pain any further. 

But he would. For just a tiny bit longer. 

Taehyung breathed out. “You’re lucky I’m feeling nice. Turn around.” He slapped the inside of your thigh, a smirk blossoming at the corners of his pink lips as he watched you yelp in surprise. Still, you obeyed him once again, turning until you were on your stomach. “Hands and knees. Ass up. And don’t look behind you.” 

After you had positioned yourself, Taehyung started undressing. You could only hear the shuffling of his clothes as he gradually removed them — taking his sweet time as his eyes lingered on your form. He could see that you were still so absolutely soaked for him, the glistening of your pussy making his cock throb inside his underwear. He would tease you a bit further if he, himself, had it in him to wait a bit longer. However, at that moment, there was nothing that Taehyung wanted more than to be buried deep inside your cunt. 

You bounced up and down on the bed as he kneeled on it, hands on your hips tugging you towards him. You whined when you felt the pressure of his hard cock between your ass cheeks, your pussy clenching around nothing. Still, you waited for him to make the first move, since your latest attempt at asking for more had earned you a scolding from his part. 

And, apparently, not only that. All air ran out of your lungs when you felt Taehyung’s hand collapsing against the skin of your ass once, twice, until you were crying out. “Sir, wait—“ 

“Quiet,” he reprimanded. “You’re always misbehaving. Can you take your punishment now? Or are you going to keep complaining?”

That was his way of asking for your consent to keep going, you realized, and you promptly gave it to him. “Y-Yes, sir.” 

Another slap against your ass was what you recieved, this time on the other side. Taehyung’s palm was heavy on your skin, and you relished in the pain it left behind; your hands holding onto the pillows for any sort of grounding. “Good. Maybe this will teach you not to be so fucking spoiled,” he growled, hitting you once more. Your body jumped forwards a bit, legs weak beneath you. “Stand still.”

You tried your best to do so, enduring a few more spanks until Taehyung had deemed it sufficient. If you had been wet before, now you were completely drenched, every nerve on your body standing alert to the smallest of touches. So much in fact that, when he leaned in to place a kiss against your shoulder, you cried out at the feeling of his cock moving between your ass cheeks.

“Pretty.” His hand caressed the sensitive skin where he had hit you before. You flinched under his touch, but liked the stinging pain that came along with it. “Gonna fuck you now, love.” 

You could’ve sobbed in relief. “Yes, yes, please, sir.” 

Taehyung leaned back slowly, one hand curling around the base of his cock so he could guide himself inside you. His crown slid between your folds once, twice, making you whimper as it accidentally hit your clit. The sounds of your wetness were shameful, filling the room as he pressed himself against your opening. You sighed and whimpered at the feeling, for a moment thinking that your thighs would give out beneath you. Instead, Taehyung held you up as his cock gradually plunged inside you, stretching you wide. 

There hadn’t been as much preparation as you’d like, but the small rush of pain was a welcomed one. You moaned out his name as his big cock continued to sink inside you, feeling every inch of it as it filled you up. Taehyung was fucking huge and, even after so long by his side, you had never truly grown used to it. 

You gasped when he entered you completely, his hands giving a last pull on your hips to make sure that he couldn’t go any deeper. “S-So much,” you stuttered. 

He scoffed. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Now fucking take it.” Taehyung angled his hips back, sliding his cock out of your heat until only his tip was inside. He came slamming back in, sinking into your velvety walls like they were made for him to fuck. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, it’s just pulling me in. Dripping down my cock, fuck.” 

And you could only moan out at his filthy words, brain turning into a chaotic mess as he started drilling in and out of you. At that point, you had been so worked up that you could only focus on the amazing sensation of his cock fucking you open, so big and heavy inside you. 

From what you could hear, Taehyung wasn’t much different. His controlling attitude had started to wash away as his high started to approach; the room filled with the low grunts and moans that came from his throat. He was holding onto you so tightly that you thought he was going to break you in half, his thrusts deep, fast and precise. Really, it was shameful how close you already were, walls tightening around his length as your legs started to shake. 

“S-So good, sir, your cock feels so good,” you moaned out, lost in bliss. “I’m c-close.” 

“Cum all over my cock, baby,” Taehyung grunted. “Come on, be good for me.”

You nodded, clenching your jaw as you felt your pleasure rising at a thundering speed. Taehyung wasn’t planning on slowing down either, his cock hitting deep inside your pussy and making your eyes roll back. 

“Fuck, oh my—“ you cursed out, but could not finish your sentence. Your orgasm washed over you like an avalanche, whitening out your thoughts as your walls clenched around him; loud moans and whimpers of his name falling in a jumbled mess between your lips. “T-Tae…” 

The lack of his preferred title seemed to be lost on him, since Taehyung was also approaching his own climax. “So fucking wet. So tight and warm for me. Perfect little cunt,” he was talking to himself at this point, letting his thoughts flow out of his mouth with no apparent direction. “Wanna cum inside your pussy, doll. Fill you up so good.” 

You whined out at his words. You were still holding onto the pillows, trying to find any sort of foundation to fight against the sensitivity that was growing inside you. “P-Please, yes.” 

Taehyung growled at your words, pushing his body forward until he was squeezing you against the bed. The new angle made his cock hit different spots inside your cunt, a newfound wave of euphoria starting to buzz inside you. “Want that?” His voice was a rough moan against your ear, his breath kissing your skin in dense, hot clouds. “Gonna take my cum like a good slut?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, “I want it so bad.”

“Yeah? Wanna give you a baby, gonna look so fucking pretty for me.” Taehyung’s words hit you like a ton of bricks, making you clench around his cock. You had never realized that you wanted him to say that, especially in a context like that, but it made you melt instantly. And because he knew you so well, he rapidly noticed the way your body responded to it. “You like that?” 

You nodded. “Y-Yes.” 

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he moaned, placing a sloppy kiss against your neck. You could feel Taehyung throbbing inside you, signaling that he was close. “So fucking perfect. I love you so much.” 

“L-Love you too,” you said back. 

Taehyung sighed at your words, a last moan reverberating in his chest before he was spilling himself inside of you. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned at the feeling, getting utterly lost in the way that your walls milked his cock clean, taking everything that he gave you. “Fuck, that’s it.” 

With a final, shuddering breath, Taehyung collapsed against you, placing a bunch of kisses on your shoulders. You giggled at the random softness of his actions, feeling as his cock slipped out of you. He rolled around until he was falling backwards on the bed, a final puff of air exploding upon his lips. 

“Well, damn.” Taehyung laughed. You could only do the same, pushing your body closer to his. “Why don’t we do this more often?”

You rested your head on his chest. “Because adult life fucking sucks, that’s why.” 

“Fair enough.” He sighed. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. A fond smile curled up on your lips. “Was I too rough?”

“Just a bit, but I liked it.” You angled your head up to look at him. Taehyung took his cue to kiss your lips instead. “Can you get something to clean me up?”

He clicked his tongue. “I’m feeling pretty lazy right now. Besides…” he trailed off, “Kinda like you like this.”

You rolled your eyes, but the teasing nature of your tone gave your faux-annoyance away. “I figured,” you said. “Wanna talk about the baby situation?” 

Taehyung’s face swiftly grew serious. He apparently discovered a new source of energy, because, within a second, he was pushing you off and bolting out of bed. “Suddenly I need to find a towel.” 

And you could only laugh because, as it has been proven, you were kind of a mastermind when it came to making evil plans. If Taehyung needed another one to get him talking, you wouldn’t mind elaborating it. 

You wouldn’t mind at all. 

[sunookkii]

hey i know request are closed but this idea just got stuck in my mind and i wanted you to write sum about it if you like it 😭 so basically its an enha reaction/scenario ? where they forget your birthday, (maybe not in a bad way but i dont mind if its angst) hope ur good btw !! <3

a/n : OMG WAIT SRY TO ALL THE OTHER REQUESTS BUT THIS ONE FOR SUM REASON REALLY STUCK OUT TO ME i hope you enjoyyy ;) also I wrote so much I’m so sorry- [not really read proof~]

Also i am well ty for asking >.<

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.enhypen imagine ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Enhypen forgetting your bday~

Genre : angsty ish

Warnings : mentions of food, crying, one swear word??

Requested : yes ty beautiful person ;)

Heeseung :

Okay okay so its your birthdayyy and you were really excited for what to happen because you wanted to see what kind of surprise your boyfriend did for your birthday

But to your luck he forgot :(

So you spent all day giving him hints like ‘what day is it’ and at one point you gave up and started pouting really hard

And your face was just overall sad everyone else had remembered your birthday including the members, but for your boyfriend to forget it lowkey hurt

Almost half the day passed and he still didn’t remember

So you ended up going into the room by yourself and started to cry

Your whimpers got louder and louder even though you were trying your best to stay quiet so he doesn’t hear

A few minutes past by and heeseung started looking for you because he sensed something was wrong.

He looked on the calendar really really carefully and FINALLY he came to his realization that it was your birthday but it was kinda too late cuz you hid yourself in your room to cry.

He came into your room to wish you a happy birthday but he sees you curled up into a ball crying to yourself

He felt so bad after this happened, “IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I WONT EVER GORGET AGAIN!”

He hugs you so tight as if your life depended on it, won’t leave you out of his sight for the rest of the day. You’ll be hearing a lot of hbds and ilys for the rest of the day~

^ so yeah 🤕

Jay :

I feel like it’s rare that he forgets these type of dates buut for the sake of tumblr lets pretend he completely forgot 😧

You woke up in a great mood because it was your birthday of course

You were expecting to be receive a hbd wish from your boyfriend, but nope nothing all morning.

You received a bunch of hbd wishes on Instagram and other platforms mentioning you, but none of them were from jay :(

You quickly got frustrated and because it was your birthday and your bf the person you love most didn’t remember really hurt

So gradually your face became wet from heated silent tears. But unlike heeseung he would super quickly notice because he’s on his phone a lot and he dates things like ‘y/ns bday’ (idk but I imagine him dating things on his phone)

He’d then be like OH SHIT ITS YN’s BD

Runs to you soooooo quick just to see your face red and a bit wet.

Once your eyes connected your tears started to come out quicker

He literally runs up to you to hug you HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM SO SORRY I FORGOT

After he said that he ran away from you leaving you alone, which made your heart drop thinking that he didn’t care.

But once you finally came out of your room you were greeted with a homemade delicious cake your boyfriend made for you that looked like this

You could tell he felt really bad bc usually he always had a smile on his face while cooking but this time it was a ‘I’m sorry’ face

“I’m really really sorry please forgive me”

All was forgiven bc the cake tasted so mf ing good

Jake :

It was your birthday today, a day that only came once a year so like any other human being it’s a special day for you

You were super excited to see what Jake did for you, because every birthday you had with him was always such a surprise

But today was sort of… different? :(

You saw jake in the living room on the tv and went straight up to him with a smiley face. “GOOODMORNINGGG” 😁

After cuddling for a while on the couch you lifted up your head and asked him If he knew what day it was, he just replyed with a simple Wednesday? With a confused face

I’m pretty sure that one word was enough to make you pretty upset 😅🥲

You started to pout and went back into his chest with a disappointed face.

“Ahh what what, what day is it tell me?” He said playfully, not realizing it was your birthday.

You stayed silent as he checked his phone, ‘y/n’s birthday don’t forget’

When i tell you he gasped he GASPED.

You were already in the verge of tears “IM SO SORRY HBD BABY”

You were still a bit upset at him so you replied with ‘did you really need your phone to tell me what day it was’ 😕

He hugs you tighter while mumbling ‘hbd hbd hbd’

Suddenly let you go of his arms and said he had an errand. Without any explanation he got his car keys to go somewhere leaving you and your thoughts by yourself.

‘Does he not love me anymore that he doesn’t even want to spend time with me on my birthday? ☹️😭”

A while later he comes back and you’re luckily still on the couch where he left you

^^this dude came back with three beautiful cakes from your local cake stores. “I’m bacccckkkk!! please forgive meeeee you know i love you with all my heart 🥺” (okay i hate to use this emoji but there isn’t any other way to describe it TT)

You obviously forgave him because you know it was never his intention to forget,,, “you owe me hugs and kisses for the rest of the day :(“ kindly accepts your request because that is something he’d never complain about #freecuddlesfromyn

Sunghoon :

Okay but like hear me out he’s the type of boyfriend that would ‘pretend’ he forgot your birthday but he actually didn’t

So when he ACTUALLY forgot you just thought he was joking until…

“Hooonieeee, stop joking around I’m seriouss”

“I’m serious too i seriously don’t know what day it is”

“What…”

You leave him for a bit alone with his thoughts, not even gna lie if he did end up forgetting your bday it would take him a while to remember it

But once he remembers he feels so bad 😭

Tackles you with so many hugs and bday kisses and showers you with I’m sorrys and hbd wishes

genuinely ask himself how he forgot the lohls birthday (love of his life’s) literally beats himself for it

And you have to tell him that it’s fine and that you forgive him~

Brings out the birthday cake and sings you a happy birthday song while clapping and laughing.

Puts cake on your nose

Sunoo :

Idk if he’s the type to forget but like jay I don’t think he’d forget

I feel like to him birthdays are the MOST special thing/ date for a person

Like obviously the rest of the members think that but especially sunoo really like sticks to this

So if he had forgotten your birthday you were sooo hurt you ignored him the whole day keeping your distance until he finally remembered

Once he remembered he went to go find you ASAP where you were hiding int he corner of the bedroom moping

He showers you with hugs cuddles kisses pecks, you name it he does it

He feels so bad that he could forget smtg like this, literally asks himself how he could forget such an important date

If the convenience store was still open he’d run to the nearest store and surprise you with a birthday cake. But not just any cake it’d be a cake that was decorated by the one and only Kim Sunoo

Would prepare it so nicely and even have a lit up candle so you can wish on it.

the type to surprise you with it even though he forgot. Brings it to your room while singing the hbd song.

Puts cake frosting on your nose #2, takes lots and lots of pictures to post on insta later

caption : “happy birthday sunshine~”

Jungwon :

he was on the couch as per usual just scrolling through his phone to keep himself occupied but also updated

Not knowing what day it was,,,,,,,

you come outside of your bedroom excitedly to expect a wishful happy birthday wish from the person you love most

But for some reason it oddly seemed like a normal day

“Wonnniiieee my loveeee, guess what day it is!” You said with a sheepish smile

“Hmm wednesday?” He said looking up at you with a calm face

Your happy smile soon became a little pout

“You really don’t know?”

“Isn’t it just a regular Wednesday? Why is there something special?”

oh my- he broke your heart right then and there

You run back into your room because you feel heated tears about to fall, even though it was something small the thought of him not remembering your birthday the day of your birth hurt. A little.

Jungwon was actually super clueless he genuinely didn’t know what day it is but something about you seemed off and the way you ran to your room was quite odd to him so he went and followed you

Before he opened the door he already heard small whimpers from the corner of the bed, and that immediately triggered him and he was about to beat up anyone that made you feel sad 😠 little did he know it was him who made you feel that way

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying”

He holds your chin and turns it to get a better look

wiping your tears with his thumb, you were being a dramatic his giggles make you feel a bit better even though you were mad at him for forgetting

“You forgot my birthday.” You said to him while crying

You can literally see the gears in his brain start to turn when his face went from 😄 -> 😳

“IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY” hugs you so tight that you literally can’t breathe

Doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better, “I’m really sorry for forgetting your birthday, I don’t really know what got into me, please forgive me.”< cue the cutest kitty puppy eyes

He kept on rambling on abt how he was sorry and deserves your forgiveness you literally had to shut him up, he was sorry please forgive him >~<

Cuddles you for the rest of the day

Niki :

He was playing video games normally on his phone, until you excitedly stormed into his room “hiiiii babbbbyyyy”

“Well someone is happy today :)”

“Well of course bc u know what day it isss ;)”

“Wednesday?”

😧😦 < that’s what you looked like when he didn’t know, “you really don’t remember?”

“hmm I’m not too sure” he said before going back to his game

you slowly became disappointed and just ‘celebrated’ your birthday by yourself in the kitchen. :,((

he didn’t notice that you were sad at first bc he was busy playing on his phone, around an hour later he went to the kitchen to get a snack when he sees you in the kitchen staring into space rested your chin on you arm.

‘Are you okay? You seemed fine earlier’

You decided to play the silent game and just avoided him... so he tried to get you to talk to him but after a while it didn’t work so he sort of gave up and went to ask his hyungs what’s wrong with you.

“Niki,,, it’s y/n’s birthday omg did you forget??????” Jake said texting niki

and that’s when the lightbulb in his brain turned on

He rushed to the kitchen and back hugged you so tight and gave you so many cheekie kissies to try and make up for ‘forgetting’

But to his luck you were still mad at him

Soooo he came up with the idea of going to the convenience store really quick to get you a bunch of flowers and a nice cake to surprise you~

You ended up forgiving him because he was tickling you threatening you to forgive him

N knowing Niki he’s not a person you can be mad at for long <3

[fantastic-bby]

SKZ as animal hybrid boyfriends

Pairing: Reader x Members

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: Fluff | Headcanon | Animal Hybrid/Shifter AU | Boyfriend AU

Warnings: Very brief mention of spiders

Masterlist

Chan

A husky hybrid

Has the CUTEST pair of gray and white ears that stick out of the top of his head

Also has the most gorgeous pair of pale blue eyes that glow in the dark

He has a fluffy white tail that wags like crazy whenever he’s excited because he doesn’t know how to stop it from showing

He’s also the sweetest boyfriend in. The. WORLD!

Always asks how you’re doing

Makes sure your not missing any meals and that you’re always hydrated

Every morning, he wakes you up with cute good morning texts and he always tries to send you good night texts sometimes forgets because he gets so caught up in work

He makes up for it tho

Sends flowers to your place whenever he forgets uwu

Chan’s the perfect boyfriend

The only problem is that you’re allergic to dogs

He didn’t realise why you always seemed to sneezy and stuffy whenever you would come over to his place

Until you told him

And his reaction makes you feel like you just told him the most horrific thing in the world

To him it is!!!!

Because he’s the reason that you’ve been having allergic reactions around him!!

He starts vacuuming his place more often to keep any fur away and makes sure to keep the area super clean so that you’re clear from anything that could cause a reaction

He also starts lint rolling and vacuuming his clothes before giving them to you so that you don’t take any of his fur home unless you ask him to leave his fur

Chan gets confused whenever you tell him that you don’t want him to vacuum or wash his hoodies before giving them to you

But you like them because every time you see the strands of gray and white fur sticking out of his hoodie, it reminds you of him

So instead,

Chan starts buying a crap ton of allergy meds

Puts them in every corner of his house

In the bathroom

The kitchen

The living room

The bedroom

Literally everywhere just in case you get a super bad reaction

That way he’s always prepared for anything

Minho

A maine coon hybrid

The most luscious fur ever known to man

His cat ears are so fluffy and always well groomed

He has this beautiful fluffy orange tail that he’s gotten pretty good at hiding his feelings with

Usually a hybrid’s animal features would probably give away their emotions, but Minho learned to control his ears and tails really well

It’s just that his ears are really sensitive and they flick around every few seconds whenever he’s in a crowded place

He has a pair of yellow eyes that are constantly in the shape of slits simply because he wants to intimidate everyone around him

Also always has his claws out because they intimidate strangers

Wouldn’t tell anyone, but Minho lets his pupils dilate when he’s alone with you (´∀｀)♡

He also likes to tease you a lot but you know he’s just joking because if he was serious, his tail wouldn’t be so related

You try not to tell him because then he’ll start working harder to hide his tail swishes

Is the most precious yet teasing boyfriend out there

He’ll make a joke about you eating a lot of ice cream whenever you’re sad, but he’ll always have your favourite ice cream in the freezer

If you complain about some kind of muscle pain, Min would call you weak but then also come home with muscle relief patches that he’ll stick to you himself

Minho likes to shift into cat form if you’re stressed because then it means that he wouldn’t really disturb you a lot

His footsteps are way quieter when he’s in cat form as compared to human form

So if you’re stressed or tired and you ask him to give you time

Minho would shift and hide in one of the cat towers he bought for himself until he hears you coming out of the bedroom

The moment he hears the sound of the bedroom door opening, he’ll lift his head and peek out from the top

If you sit on the floor right in front of the tower, Minho will scurry off of the tower to sit in your lap to

But if you don’t even look at the tower and you instead go to the kitchen, he’ll wait a bit longer to give you more time

Changbin

Yk I wanna say he’d be some cursed Dwaekki hybrid the skzoo dwaekki haunts me in my sleep

But I genuinely feel like he’d be something really threatening like a wild animal

So if Chan’s a husky and Minho’s a maine coon

I’m gonna throw Changbin in as a grizzly bear because he’s a tank of a man and I love him for that

His ears are dark brown and rounded, poking out from the top of his head

His eyes are super dark brown and sometimes you can’t even tell if you’re able to see the white in his eyes bcs his pupils are just that big

His hands have these huge black claws that could claw someone apart if he wanted to

Also has a cute brown tail that he often hides underneath his clothes because it’s small enough for him to sit on

He gives THE BEST CUDDLESSSS!!!!!

Sometimes shifts into bear form just to cuddle you because it’s cold and relying on the heater might make it too warm

So Binnie likes to use his own fur to warm you up if he notices you shivering

Also would not hesitate to bear his teeth at anyone who tries to hurt you

Changbin doesn’t really tell anyone this

But one of his proudest bear traits is his ability to vocalise like a bear

Which means that whenever he feels the need to protect you or whoever’s around him

He will growl like a bear

And it’s terrifying

You didn’t even know that Changbin could roar until one night when a stranger wouldn't take your ‘no’ as an answer and your boyfriend almost lost his mind

He pulled you behind him and grabbed the collar of their shirt and just roared at them

The stranger being a hybrid of a smaller bear species immediately scrambled off

But Changbin also immediately switches back into sweet, cuddly boyfriend the moment he turns back to you <3

Hyunjin

A sphynx hybrid

Very dramatic

Very loud

He has pink cat ears sticking out of the top of his head with a little black splotch on his left ear

He also has this naked pink tail that sticks out from underneath his shirt

Every minor inconvenience and Hyunjin’s meowing and whining to you about it and you think it’s funny every time he does

Like the time he misplaced his sock and was crying all over your shared home looking for it until he found it underneath the bed

His claws are retractable, so he usually hides them because he doesn’t want to hurt anyone on accident unlike Minho

He’s VERY cuddly both in human form and cat form

Hyunjin likes to do the ‘kneading the dough’ thing whenever you’re cuddling

And ends up leaving holes in your clothes because his claws would accidentally grab onto the fabric

Would also feel really bad afterwards because now he’s ruined your shirt

You reassure him that it’s fine

But Hyunjin’s dramatic also kinda wants an excuse to go shopping with you

So he cries about it and it leads to him dragging you to the mall so that he can buy you a new one

Ends up getting distracted at a cat cafe because he’s made conversation with one of the cats there

And he’s basically talking to them like he’s a middle aged wine mom talking about their weird husbands

You have to remind him what the goal is

But he’s so immersed in the conversation with the orange tabby that you can only watch in amusement

Hyunjin’s talking to it in English while the cat nods with it’s tail swishing every time he asks it a question, mewling every once in a while as a response

You watch with a smile on your face, chin resting against the palm of your hand as you listen

You can only gather that Hyunjin’s telling the cat about why you’re at the mall

And the cat turns to you with a bored expression on its face before meowing

“She says good luck on finding a new shirt”

You nod and reach out to pet the cat’s head as thanks

You and Hyunjin leave after a while

And soon, the trip to get one shirt turns into a shared shopping spree

Jisung

Kinda obvious but he’s a squirrel hybrid

He has a pair of rounded, light brown ears on the top of his head

A bushy light brown tail that bumps into everything whenever he’s in cramped spaces

And the CUTEST pair of brown eyes EVERRRRR

His squirrel trait is where he gets the habit of stuffing food into his cheeks whenever he eats

Ji’s really good at climbing

So he has this long ass piece of wood that he keeps in the living room of his home so that he can still climb something in squirrel form if he can’t go outside

He also has tiny black claws that he uses mainly for practicality when he's in human form

So stuff like cutting into plastic, through strings and to open mail

He just slides his finger across the top of the envelope and boom

Jisung’s quite clumsy

It doesn’t help that he has this huge, bushy tail behind him

He bumps you with it a lot and he’s always so apologetic over it

But it’s fine because it’s his tail and it’s soft and cute and it’s part of Jisung UwU

There were a couple of times where you would wake up and his tail would be tickling your sides

So you’d wake up giggling

And it would wake him up too

He’d turn around and immediately wrap his arms around your waist to cuddle into you

You love playing with his ears

Jisung’s really responsive whenever you pet his squirrel features

So if you touch his tail in public

He’s jolting forward like AHHH

And you like to gently rub his ears whenever you’re cuddling

Jisung usually ends up cuddling into you more because he really likes it whenever you play with his ears

He has a habit of making those squirrel squeaks whenever he’s uncomfortable

So in public, if he feels like he’s overwhelmed or wants to leave

He’ll cling onto your arm and start squeaking softly so that only you’re able to hear

And it’s an easy way for you to know that he wants to leave without him actually telling you

Felix

Horned owl hybrid

He has two sets of white and brown feathers that poke out from the top of his head and curls to the back

He does, however, have talons at his fingertips that he doesn’t really like because it gets caught on a lot of things

Has feathers running down his arms, but can’t actually fly in human form

His eyes are this beautiful amber colour

He also has a lot of hanging stuff in his house that he likes to fly back and forth to whenever he shifts into owl form

Absolutely loves doing the head spinning trick because you freaked out the first time you saw him do it as a human

Felix also has really light footsteps

So sometimes you don’t even hear him coming into a room and suddenly he’s beside you

Which scares you sometimes

Overall, Felix is just unintentionally scary.

Buuuut

Because he has really good eyesight at night

And because he’s nocturnal

He sleeps in the day

Which means that all of his work is done at night while you’re asleep

His hearing is intense which means that he could hear the smallest pin dropping in the kitchen from the bedroom

So when he hears something strange coming from the kitchen

He’s immediately crawling out of bed and peeking out of the bedroom door

That’s when he sees a spider crawling out from behind the fridge

A huge spider

Now, Felix does NOT like spiders

But he knows that if you wake up in the middle of the night to get a drink, then you’re going to be freaked out by too

But he should be able to toss it out the window in owl form

So Felix pops open one of the windows and shifts

His silent flying and sharp night vision make it a quick mission that’s executed without much hassle

He manages to grab the spider with his talons and just tosses it straight out of the window

By the time Felix has returned to the bedroom

You’ve woken up because you realised he wasn’t beside you anymore

So he climbs back into bed and lets you hold onto him while you fall back asleep

Seungmin

Labrador hybrid

Has a pair of golden ears flopping over the top of his head

Also has a golden tail that he usually hides because if he gets over excited then it’ll wag all over the place and might bump into things

Is a relatively quiet person and is also a quiet dog

He doesn’t say or bark that much

But you’ve come to learn how to read his body language

Because his posture both in human form and dog form speak his thoughts

Like whenever he’s standing tall then you’ll figure that Minnie’s probably uncomfortable or feels threatened

As quiet as he is

He’s extremely attentive to your needs as well

Seungmin’s able to catch your body language way quicker than you are at reading his

Which means that the moment you look uncomfortable, he’s immediately moving to stand beside you with an arm wrapped around you

Think of it as that TikTok trend that’s like ‘using my scary dog privilege’

In this case

Seungmin’s more than happy to be the scary dog that lets you walk around alone

He’d bark and bite at anything or anyone who would try to hurt you

Even in human form, he’d growl as a warning to other animal hybrids that are around you

Whenever you’re out in public, Seungmin tries to stay by your side just in case anything happens

But when he has to part from you to talk to another group of your friends

He keeps you in his line of sight

He’d always angle himself in conversations so that the person he’s talking to has their back facing you so that he’s able to see you

And when a cat hybrid suddenly approaches you

Seungmin’s more on the attentive side but he hasn’t gone into protective mode because you don’t look uncomfortable

But then your frame starts to shrink

He immediately changes his posture

Which scares the people around him because suddenly, Seungmin looks so scary

He waits a moment longer and the moment you start looking around the room for him, he’s shoved his drink into the hands of Hyunjin so that he can make his way over to you

He slings his arm over your shoulder and glares at the cat hybrid who’s now extremely intimidated by the presence of the labrador hybrid

Seungmin leans close to the cat and growls at them until they run off

He stays with you for the rest of the night and the way he stays in protective mode makes you feel safe

Until you get home and Seungmin’s back to this ball of cuddle fluff that you absolutely love (｡♥‿♥｡)

Jeongin

Fennec fox hybrid

Has a big pair of white fluffy ears that poke out of his head

Has a fluffy white tail that blends into a more golden colour that’s long enough to poke out from underneath his shirt

He has super insane hearing

Even if he has headphones in, he can hear the outside world

Bodes well for him because whenever you walk into his apartment, he’ll walk out immediately to greet you

He never actually feels hot or warm because his body heat radiates off of his ears

Is always cold in human form

In fox form, his fur insulates his body instead so he doesn’t feel much of a difference

Has a habit of not drinking for hours because he can get stuck in his fox form

Also has a habit of chewing on your desk plants if he deems them edible

Unfortunately for you, that means you’ll come home to your beautiful plant babies half eaten and munched away because your fox boyfriend wanted a snack

To solve this problem, you filled the fridge with berries and vegetables for whenever he feels like snacking

But sometimes he goes overboard and he pretty much eats everything he can find when he forgets to eat for a while

He’s a fox hybrid that doesn’t know how to shift on command

Usually he has this big urge to shift but he’ll be stuck in one form for a while before being able to switch

He doesn’t know any other fox hybrids

So Jeongin has to learn to control his animalistic instincts with the help of you!

His human partner

Lucky for the both of you

You have a friend who’s a red fox hybrid

She’s not a fennec fox

But she still shares similar instincts to Jeongin because they’re both fox hybrids

So now Jeongin comes to you with the biggest smile on his face whenever he’s accomplished something, gushing about how Fox Noona taught him how to shift on command

He’ll show you

And you watch as he shifts into this tiny little fennec fox with a big smile on his snout (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

[cherrycheridarling]

happier | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: swearing and sad. fluff if you squint

summary: you wish tom the best with his new relationship in your new song. {listen to happier by olivia rodrigo (if you want)}

wc: 3.6k

'We broke up a month ago,'

"I've been thinking," your heart sunk at his words, "I'm always working." he grabbed both of your hands.

You locked your gaze in his. Sat in the living room of his shared flat. Inches apart yet you could already feel the separation between the two of you growing.

He avoided your eye contact, "I-I can't be in a relationship unless I can give one hundred percent of myself to the other person. A-and I know I haven't been doing that to you, which is c-completely unfair." he wiped away a tear from your cheek that you didn't know had fell, "You've been so, so good to me. I'm sorry I wasn't better, but I can't keep putting you through this." his voice was barely audible.

You finally tore your eyes away from his face. His tear soaked face. Choosing to stare at a spot over his shoulder instead. You took three deep breaths. In and out. Something about his words made you confused, but your pain overpowered it.

"Please say something. Anything." he whispered against your knuckles. Holding your hands to his lips.

You gently removed your hands from his grip, "Thank you for being mature and honest with me." you started with a sniffle, "Thank you for all of our memories and for showing me what love is," you cupped his face, "Thank you for everything, loser." your light laugh lacked any humour, but it still brought a slight smile to his face.

He held your hand that was resting on his jaw, "I love you more than life itself, darling." he kissed your palm and you felt your heart shatter. "Never hesitate to call, dummy."

You nodded with a sad smile. "I love you, too." You stood up and made your way out of the door. A year and a half down the drain within ten minutes.

'Your friends are mine, you know I know you moved on. Found someone new.'

"Do you guys wanna do something on Saturday? I don't have work. Maybe karaoke?" you asked the group without looking up from your phone.

Harrison made a confused noise, "Did you forget? We have Nadia's birthday par—" you heard a loud smack, "—Ow! What? Oh, shit."

You looked up to see Zendaya, Jacob, Harry, Sam and Tuwaine all glaring at Harrison.

"Absolute div." Tuwaine muttered.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Who's Nadia?" you looked at all of them as they avoided eye contact. "Daya?"

She let out a long sigh before clearing her throat, "Um, Nadia is- Well she's kind of- you know, um—"

"—Tom's new girlfriend." Sam finished for her.

Your mouth formed an 'o' shape as you processed the information. His new girlfriend. It'd been a month and four days since he ended your relationship. And he had a new girlfriend.

It took him a month to move on. A month to be able to give a hundred percent of himself to someone.

You couldn't tell if you were more angry or sad. Maybe a mixture of both. Angry that your friends were hiding information from you, but at the same time you understood their intentions. Sad and upset because the boy who told you he wasn't ready to give a hundred percent of himself was already with someone new.

You slowly nodded, "Oh, okay. Well, I hope you guys have fun." you gave a tight lipped smile before looking back at your phone.

Everyone glanced at each other worriedly before allowing their gazes to fall on you again.

"How do you feel?" Jacob asked cautiously.

You locked your phone and set it on your lap, "I'm fine." you faked a smile, "I think I'm gonna head home, though. It's getting late and I have an early studio session. Bye." you quickly grabbed your purse and left with a small wave.

"Y/N! Wait—" the slamming of the front door cut Tuwaine off.

It was three p.m. and you weren't supposed to be in the studio until noon.

'One more girl who brings out the better in you,'

"Y/N/N. You need to talk about it sooner or later." Zendaya reminded you as she sat at the end of your bed with Harrison beside her.

You removed the covers from your face, revealing your tear stained cheeks, "Does she make him happy?"

There was silence from your two friends before they hesitantly nodded. Both weren't completely sure, but they assumed she did.

"Does she bring out the best version of him? Does she stroke his hair while they cuddle? Does she cook with him? Does she walk Tessa with him?"

Harrison sighed, "Y/N/N, we—"

"—Because that's what I did. I brought out the best side of him. I stroked his hair while we cuddled. I cooked with him. I walked Tessa with him. I did it all. Every single thing." your voice broke towards the end as you let the sobs rack through your body.

Harrison and Zendaya went to either side of you and held you. They just held you. Because even they didn't know what to do.

'And I thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past,'

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Zendaya asked as you walked towards Tom's front door.

You nodded and smoothed down your sundress, "Yeah. We ended on good terms. It's been two months or so. We're friends. Plus, I miss hanging out with all of us." you assured her.

She sighed before knocking on the door, "Alright."

A few moments later the door swung open revealing Tom. Dressed in black jeans and a white button-up. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Curls dangling over his forehead. A sweet smile on his lips.

You felt your stomach lurch. Air leaving your lungs involuntarily. Heart rate quickening. You could smell his cologne and every single memory with him clouded your mind.

"Hey! It's great to see you guys—"

"—Sorry. I-I think I left something in the car. One second." you rushed out the words before turning on your heel.

Zendaya let out a long sigh, "Fuck."

Tom frowned, "Did I do something wrong?"

'But she's so sweet, she's so pretty. Does she mean you forgot about me?'

"Y/N!" an unfamiliar voice called out to you from somewhere in the boys' backyard.

It was Harrison's annual barbecue get together. Nearly three months since your break up with Tom.

You turned towards the source of the noise and found a girl walking towards you. Brunette. Tight black dress with black heels. Body and face of a model.

"I've been dying to meet you! I'm such a huge fan. I basically live off of your music." she giggled as she hugged you.

You smiled, "Aw! Thank you! That means so much to me. You look amazing, by the way."

She laughed, "Thank you! But you're absolutely gorgeous! Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nadia, Tom's girlfriend."

Of fucking course.

You raised your eyebrows, but managed to keep a smile on your face, "Oh! I've heard so much about you! Well, Tom's one lucky guy," you chuckled, "I'd love to chat some more, but I need to use the washroom. Excuse me. It was a pleasure meeting you." you gave her a hoaxed smile before quickly walking away.

You were two feet away from the washroom when Zendaya grabbed your arm, "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

Your breaths were coming out in short puffs, "I just met Nadia?"

Her eyes widened before she dragged you towards Tuwaine's room, "Okay. Let's sit down."

'Oh, I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go,'

"You should move in here." Tom mumbled against your shirt.

You let out a small laugh, "You already have four roommates, love. One more might turn this into a barn."

He lifted his head off of your chest, "I'm serious. Driving from Manchester to Kingston all the time is such a hassle for you. We have recording studios here and it would make me the happiest man in the world if I could wake up to your gorgeousness everyday." he planted kisses on your forehead, nose and lips.

You chuckled at his boyish grin, "It's only a three hour drive and I'm sure the boys don't want me imposing on your time with them."

He quickly shook his head, "I already talked to them about it and they want you here, too."

You raised your eyebrows, "Well, if you're sure it'll make you the happiest man in the world, I'll think about it."

"You already make me the happiest man in the world, but I needed something to convince you." he rested his head on your chest again as you laughed.

'So find someone great, but don't find no one better. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.'

"Are we ordering pizza?" Harrison yawned from beside you on the couch.

"Sushi?" you grinned hopefully.

Tuwaine shook his head, "We had sushi last night."

"Tom and I are making dinner for you guys!" Nadia reminded you from the kitchen.

Her arms wrapped around Tom's waist as he stirred whatever was in the pan he had on the stove.

You really hated their open floor layout at that moment since there wasn't a wall to block them from your view.

"Oh, yeah. What're you making?" Sam asked.

"Salmon with rice and steamed veggies." Tom answered without looking up from the pan.

Everyone made noises of realization as you turned to Harry, "Aliens or a tiger. Which do you think you could beat in a fight?" he asked.

You laughed before replying, "Hmm, depends. Are the aliens small or—"

"Tommy!" you heard a girly giggle and turned to see Tom with Nadia over his shoulder as they laughed and ran around the kitchen.

You quickly diverted your gaze to the coffee table. Forgetting about Harry's absurd question. All eyes were on you.

"What?" you asked when you finally looked up at your friends.

"Are you okay?" Harrison frowned from beside you before resting his head on your shoulder.

You let out a dry, quiet laugh, "Of course. As long as he's happy."

The looks of pity you received were almost as painful as the scene you witnessed moments ago.

'And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean,'

"Premiere day!" Zendaya walked into your shared hotel room with a bright smile, Nadia following behind her.

You faked a smile as you applied another coat of mascara, "You girls look gorgeous."

Zendaya was in a red and black sequin gown. Hair down and heels on. Nadia was dressed in a maroon silk dress with a slit on the side. Black heels dawning her feet. Both had makeup and accessories on matching their attire.

You were in an emerald green gown with a slit running down your left leg. Silver heels and silver jewellery to match.

"So do you!" Nadia exclaimed as she sat on Zendaya's bed.

"Are the boys coming soo—" Zendaya got cut off by three loud knocks on the door.

"I'll get it!" Nadia jumped up and opened the door.

Tom was stood before her in a maroon suit. Matching her dress. Black dress shoes. Matching her heels. Glasses on and a bright smile.

You watched as Tom ran his eyes down Nadia's outfit, "Well, aren't you just the most beautiful girl in the world?" he planted a kiss on her lips as you witnessed with envy.

"Aw, Tommy. I love you."

"I love you more, darling." he grinned before looking behind her.

Heart wrenching pain struck you again.

You watched as his mouth fell open by the slightest bit. Eyes growing wider.

He quickly snapped out of his daze, placing a pearly white smile on, "You two look absolutely stunning."

You acknowledged his compliment with a curt nod.

Zendaya let out a laugh, "Yup. About to out do you at your own premiere."

'Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?'

"Green or white?" you held up both dresses against your body.

Tom looked up from his phone, "Both of them will look amazing on you, love."

You sighed, "I appreciate the compliment, but I am meeting Sebastian Stan tonight. Now is not the time for indecisiveness. One of them will make me look bad and I need to know which one."

The Infinity War premiere was in two hours and your anxiety was growing by the minute.

"C'mere." he motioned you towards him with a 'come hither' gesture as he sat on the edge of the hotel bed. You made your way towards him. Standing in between his legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist, "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. Absolutely gorgeous. You could make the ugliest dress look like something from a fairytale."

Your smile grew as he kissed your stomach, "Thank you, mi amor." you bent down and placed a peck on his forehead, leaning your head against his, you whispered, "Now, green or white?"

He chuckled and pecked your lips, "White."

You smiled before making your way to put on the white dress, "I love you."

"I love you more, darling."

'And now I'm picking her apart. Like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart. But she's beautiful, she looks kind. She probably gives you butterflies.'

"I don't like her." you murmured.

Zendaya chuckled, "Nadia? You barely know the girl."

You nodded, "And I don't like her. I don't like her giggles and her nickname for him. I don't like her hair."

You knew you were looking for things to dislike, but there weren't any. She was a fan of your music, she complimented you all the time. She was genuinely a great person.

She sighed, "No, you don't like the fact that she's dating Tom. If she wasn't, you wouldn't be saying any of this."

You rolled your eyes and glared at her, "Can you let me be angry?"

She laid herself down on your mattress, "Nope. If you wanna be angry, be angry at Tom. Nadia hasn't done anything to you. You're better than this."

"God, I hate your optimistic side sometimes." you threw a pillow at her.

She laughed, "One of us needs to be the optimist."

You sighed, "Do you think he misses me?"

"Yes." she replied without hesitation.

You sat up and furrowed your eyebrows, "What makes you say that?"

She let out a long breath, "You need to talk to him about that."

'I hope you're happy. I wish you all the best, really. Say you love her, baby. Just not like you loved me. And think of me fondly when your hands are on her. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.'

"And you're dead." you dropped the controller on your lap as you defeated Harrison in Super Smash Bros again.

He huffed like a child, "Unfair. I taught you how to play, how'd you get better than me?"

"Actually, I taught her how to play. And I am ten times better than you." Tuwaine corrected him.

Harrison scoffed, "Whatever. Sweaty nerds, the both of you."

Nadia spoke up from Tom's lap, "Can I try?"

You nodded, "Who do you wanna go against?"

She chuckled, "I think I'll verse Harrison. Seeing as how Y/N just kicked your ass, I wanna at least have a chance."

Her comment made you laugh as you handed her the controller and watched them pick their characters. You watched as Tom set his phone down and focused on the screen where his girlfriend chose Pichu.

"Choose Kirby." Tom told her.

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Why? Pichu is so cute."

"Y/N always plays as Kirby and she always wins. With that stupid power absorbing ability." he chuckled as his eyes landed on you.

You felt your heart skip a beat at the small detail he remembered before you played it off with a light laugh, "Not my fault you thought Luigi could beat Kirby everytime we played."

'Ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo,'

You pressed on the keys of the piano in the boys' home. Singing your heart out. You still had your spare key and Harrison told you no one was home.

You were waiting for them to return from golfing so you could have your Sunday night dinners. It's been nearly four months since your breakup with Tom. Your album was due to be released on May twenty-first and you were letting the still evident pain fuel your lyrics.

"I hope you're happy, just not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go. So find someone great, but don't find no one better. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier." you faded out the piano and pressed stop on the recording on your phone.

Writing down small notes about the song and things to tweak, your thoughts were quickly interrupted.

"I'm not."

Your head snapped up. Tom was leaning against the doorframe behind you. Tears escaping his eyes.

"T-Tom. I'm sorry. Haz told me the house was empty and I just started playing and- Wait. What did you say?" realization dawned on you.

He stepped closer and sat beside you on the piano bench, "I'm not happier. Hell, I'm not even happy." he gave a pathetic attempt at a laugh, staring straight at the black and white keys.

Your mind was trying to catch up with everything happening, trying to register his words, the state he was in. Grey sweats, black tee. Messy hair and red eyes.

"Why?"

He released a heavy sigh, "There's so many things you could be asking 'why' about. Why did I break up with you? Why am I with Nadia? Why am I not happy? Why the hell am I crying? Which one is it, Y/L/N?"

You blinked a few times, "All of them."

He sniffled and rubbed his face, "I felt like I was holding you back." he started, catching a glimpse of your confused expression, he continued, "You hadn't released any music in over year. There were so many articles saying that I was the reason that the biggest pop star in the world was quitting music. I didn't want to be the reason for that."

"You weren't and you aren't." you assured him.

He shrugged, "I just felt like you would do a lot better without me. And you are. Look at you, your fifth album is coming out next month." he nudged you with his shoulder, "I'm proud of you," he smiled.

"T-thank you."

He nodded, "Anyways, why am I with Nadia? Um, a few days after we broke up, I went to a friend's place to distract myself, as one does. She was there. She was a distraction. I never meant for it to get this far. You know, she actually asked me to be her boyfriend." he chuckled dryly to himself as you listened intently. "I guess, I thought it'd be easier to move on if I had something else to pour my love into?"

You nodded slowly, "Okay, I somewhat get that. So you really do love her?"

He quickly shook his head, "No, no, I don't. I mean, I can't. No one can truly love two people at once. And I think that answers the question of why I'm not happy." he paused and faced you completely, "I'm crying because hearing that song and hearing how evident your pain in it is, that will make anyone cry. I'm crying because I miss you and I miss us. I-I miss what we had and what we were. I miss your kisses and your stupid jokes that only you laugh at. I miss going on walks with you and Tess. I just miss you."

There was a long period of silence after his confession. You were trying to process all the information he was giving. He was cursing himself for being so straightforward. The longer it went without a response from you, the more anxious he got. He grabbed your hands, holding them to his lips.

"Please say something. Anything."

Déjà vu.

You swallowed, "You want honesty?" he nodded, "Okay, I was so mad at you. I-I was infuriated. Y-you told me you weren't ready to give a hundred percent of yourself and that you couldn't be in a relationship until you could give all of yourself to that person. Then a month later, you're with her. Making me feel like you just couldn't give yourself to me." you paused and shook your head, "You could've told me the truth. You should've told me the truth. We could've talked about it. We could've avoided months of awkward run ins and no communication." he nodded, still holding your hands in his, "I'm not gonna lie and say I don't miss you because I do, I miss you more than anything, but we shouldn't be doing this or saying these things while you're with her." you removed your hands from his.

He spent a moment looking down at his fingers. Releasing short breaths. "I don't want to be with her."

"But you are. And I don't want you to break up with her for me. Because that's not how things work, Tom. But you shouldn't stay with her either. Especially if this is how you're feeling. That's just unfair to her." you shook your head and felt your mind clear.

He nodded and met your gaze, "This is the end of us, huh?"

You shook your head, "I don't think there will ever be an end to us." you laughed dryly.

He agreed with a smile, "For forever and a day, remember?"

You nodded, "For forever and a day."