#but when i noticed that i was like wait. this is a living breathing thinking conscious intelligent creature right here

[4drianaaaa]

can you make a fic of hamzah streaming and he forgets or miss clicks and doesn’t end the live and him and reader start like making out and martin sees the stream has to bang on the door to stop them and the next morning they wake up to edits of reader crawling towards hamzah and shit idk lol

'END STREAM' | Hamzahthefantastic

⚠: slightly suggestive, sfw, fem reader, getting caught wrd count: 974

You and Hamzah had just came back from a busy day. You both decided to share a joint just to relive from whatever may have caused you both insane when suddenly Martin had rang Hamzah up for a last minute fortnite twitch stream. It was now around 11 pm, you were folding up laundry as you waited for the two to finish streaming. You are usually clingy whenever your high so you hoped it wouldn't kick in any sooner.

"Martin!" Hamzah yelled through out the whole apartment as your eyes widened in response. "There's a SQUAD OH GOSH" Martin's voice echoed from one of the rooms of Yours's and Hamzah's house

Mandy had abandoned Martin once again as she was In Spain. Which is why Martin had came over also just cause he wanted to not drive himself alone in his house with just his pets.

"Martin HELP ME!" His audio through the stream cracked as his character In 'Fortnite' collapsed on the floor. "Dude I'm miles away!" Martin responded as Hamzah leaned back on his chair accepting his defeat. "Okay whatever, I think we should wrap it up here." Hamzah sighed looking at the time which he noticed they both had been streaming since 2 hours ago.

11:45 p.m.

"yeah dude your right, anyways chat do you think we should start streaming again?" Martin questioned as the chat was filled with 'YESS' and 'PLEASE'. Hamzah's tired eyes were hidden behind the glare of his glasses and not to mention he may or may not have smoked a joint with you before him getting on stream making him even more tired than ever.

"Okay well Thanks so much guys for watching our very secret stream!" Martin waved through the camera, "Bye!" Martin smiled as Hamzah said so too. Martin had left the call. Hamzah's mind to focused on the time he took off his glasses placing them on the cluttered table. He cracked his knuckles as he noticed the door open to the purring 'Red' "where's your mother Red?" He said picking up the cat as he jumped off his lap, "Whatever asshole" he sighed as you walked through the door of his guest bedroom.

"Hi my love!" he perked up, "I was just about to get you" he said all soapy as you leaned down to kiss his soft lips. "Hi babe, how was your stream since like forever?" you questioned as you picked up around his cluttered desk. Your whole body covering his sight reaching for crushed up water bottles

"Tiring" he said putting his glasses back on. "Hey, what are you doing? I'll clean that up later babe." He said as he grabbed your waist pushing you down on his lap as your legs were thrown over his lap as they hung from the chair as one of his hands wrapped around your waist as the other was gripping on to your thigh. "Your so pretty you know that right?" he hummed as his voice was husky, not to mention his eyes, and his veiny covered hands leaning closer to your heat. "You think?" you responded in a more tired voice as you were seduced in his tiredness.

"I know so y/n" he said before you crashed your lips into his as his head tilted a little as his tongue seeped into your mouth tasting every bit of you. Your hands wrapped around his neck as his lips were soon to travel down your chin every so slowly to your neck, looking for any of your sweet spots. The tension grew as you began to feel hotter than before. You couldn't help but have a little noise come from the back of your throat. His hands began to travel to your shirt, his hand looking to cup your boobs. "so, gorgeous. Y/n." He said in between breaths kissing your lips again. He felt his pants grow the more you moved ever so slightly on top of him.

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Martin looked back up at the borrowed PC you had let him borrow for the stream as he closed the Discord tab. He couldn't help but notice the fact Hamzah had still been streaming.

His eyes widened because of what he saw.

"Fuck! Hamzah!" He yelled as he noticed there almost being more than 12,000 people still watching the stream.

No Response.

"Dude!" Martin yelled out once again as he shot up from his chair running across the small house shoo 'ing away the cats from following him. He swung the door open from your office as he ran to the room. He panicked opening the door.

"fuck my love, I'm so fucking har-"

"HAMZAH!" Martin yelled as he busted right into the room as you grabbed Hamzah's wrist from being on your stomach pushing them off you. "YOUR STILL STREAMING!" Martin yelled pointing to the computer as You and Hamzah turned to look at the computer noticing the red blinking dot on one of the tabs of his computer.

"Shit!" He cussed as you got up from his lap. You had still not been shown to their fans, your heart dropped to your feet as you realized this was gonna be your first impression of yourself to them. Better yet, there was no possible way of erasing this at all.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, well sorry guys...Thanks' for watching." His mouse was clicked on the 'END STREAM' button as Martin's hand flew over his mouth. "Dude..." Hamzah rubbed his face in embarrassment. "Fuck guys I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to cause that..." you apologized, "No it's not your fault girl, it's Hamzah's!" Martin said speechless, "I just hope they couldn't hear that last sentence.." Hamzah said lowly. As you all three ended up laughing about it.

Now, You were featured in a video of them having a sleepover the next day introducing yourself properly.

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THANK YOU FOR REQUESESTINGGG <3 super short, hope you enjoy tho 😔

[vbecker10]

Bucky comforting reader after a nightmare?🥺

You're Okay Doll, I'm Here

Pairing: Bucky x female reader (Y/N) established relationship

Summary: You have a nightmare while Bucky is away on a mission and he comes home just in time to comfort you.

A/N: Thank you so much for sending this request! I absolutely love it. I hope you enjoy it 💚

The second the jet lands, Bucky picks up his gear and stands at the rear door waiting impatiently for the ramp to lower. As soon as it begins moving, he waves to Steve and Natasha over his shoulder without turning to check if they are following him. "I'll do my part of the paperwork in the morning," Bucky tells his teammates.

"Sure, that works," Steve responds, his attention focused on the checklist in his hand. "Night Buck," he adds a moment later but by the time he looks up, his friend has disappeared into the Tower.

"I guess he's in a bit of a rush to see Y/N again," Natasha laughs lightly as she switches off the last computer system in the jet.

Bucky shifts his bag to his other shoulder and presses the button for the elevator, hoping it will come quickly. Once the button lights up, he looks down to check his phone, hiding a yawn behind his metal hand. It's just a little after three in the morning, almost two hours later than he originally told you they'd be home.

As usual, your boyfriend had texted you when the mission officially ended and the jet took off to bring him home.

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Y/N: Yay! ❤️ Can't wait to see you!

Bucky: I'm excited to see you too, beautiful. It's going to be late though, we're still about five hours away. It's okay if you fall asleep before I get back

Y/N: I won't, I just started a new book 😊

Bucky: Ahh, I see. You're not waiting up to see your amazing boyfriend, you just want to finish your new book

Y/N: Lol you figured me out 😆

Bucky: That's how well I know you. I'll see you in a few hours doll, I'm going to try and take a nap

Y/N: Can't wait! Enjoy your nap 🥱 have a safe flight ❤️

Bucky smiles at your last text then closes his eyes, folding his arms across his chest and resting his cheek on his shoulder. He breaths slowly, thinking about the plans you made for next weekend to help him relax. With a wide yawn, he stretches then slips off to sleep a few minutes later.

An hour into the flight, Bucky's jolted awake and nearly thrown from his seat in the rear of the jet by heavy turbulence. He opens his eyes, suddenly wide awake to the sound of thunder surrounding the jet. The super soldier looks towards Natasha and Steve who are focused on flying through the driving rain.

After discussing the unexpected weather with his teammates, Bucky returns to his seat in the rear of the jet. The three of them agreed the storm was too large and violent to fly directly through and follow the original flight path. The decision was made to fly around the storm, adding at least an hour but possibly more to the trip home.

Bucky sighs deeply, looking at his phone unsure of what to do as the sky lights up from a large streak of lightening. If he tells you about the storm and how much longer it will take to get back, you'll stay awake worrying about him. If he doesn't tell you and he doesn't come home when he was supposed to, you'll worry something happened. The last thing he wants to do is cause you any more stress so he decides to close his phone and hope you're asleep when he gets home. Maybe you won't even notice how late he is.

Bucky opens the door to your shared apartment quietly, not wanting to wake you if you had fallen asleep on the couch like you had several times in the past. The living room is dark expect for a small bit of light that shines from under the bedroom door. He knows the light doesn't mean you're still awake, you've fallen asleep with it on while reading plenty of times.

He takes off his jacket then kicks off his shoes and places his bag down by the door. Bucky walks silently through the living room without turning any of the lights on and heads straight for your bedroom.

As he gets closer he smiles to himself, remembering when he came home from a mission a few weeks ago and you were fast asleep. Bucky will never forget how absolutely adorable you looked curled up in the large bed, hugging his pillow tightly and wearing his favorite shirt. After a few moments of watching you from the doorway, he slipped carefully under the covers and pulled you into his arms. You sighed deeply when you felt his arms around you and he kissed your cheek and neck softly until you smiled and mumbled his name in your sleep. When you opened your eyes, you had the most beautiful smile and told him your dream came true.

Bucky reaches your bedroom door and listens for a moment to see if your still up reading. Instead of hearing a soft giggle or pages turning, he hears you groan and say something he can't quite make out. He pushes the door open, his eyes quickly adjusting to how bright the room is.

The lamp on your side of the bed is still on and a book lays open on the bed but it falls to the floor when you roll over quickly and yank on the sheets. It takes Bucky a moment to realize you're not trying to get comfortable, you're having a nightmare.

You squeeze your eyes closed tightly and breath heavily as your nightmare intensifies. "Bucky... come home," you mumble, kicking at the sheet as you scream those words in your dream.

Bucky sits on the edge of the bed and tries to reach for you but you roll over once again, your legs now tangled in the sheet from trying to kick it away. He gently grabs ahold of the sheet and frees your legs so you don't make it worse, "Y/N, wake up." You don't respond to him or notice when he climbs onto the bed next to you.

"Please... come back..." you beg in your sleep as several tears land on Bucky's pillow. You turn your head and groan again in your sleep.

He moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and talking gently to you. "Wake up, baby you're having a nightmare," he tells you as he pulls you onto his chest and rubs your back.

You open your eyes suddenly, gasping as the images from your nightmare repeat in your mind. "Bucky..." you breath out his name and try to catch your breath.

Your body tenses at the sudden contact and he loosens his hold of you but doesn't let go completely. He can feel your shakey breathing and rapid heartbeat as your chest rests on his. He kisses the top of your head lightly and rubs your back again. "Y/N, open your eyes for me. You're having a bad dream, you need to wake up," he says a little louder to break through your deep sleep.

"You're okay doll, I'm here," he says, his arms hold you to his chest, letting you know he's really with you.

"You didn't come home," you tell him as your eyes fill with tears. You press your cheek against his chest and hug him back tightly.

He rubs your back in slow circles and kisses the top of your head several times. "I'm so sorry, we hit some rough weather and I didn't want to worry you," Bucky says, his heart breaking when he realizes he is the cause of your nightmare.

You look up at him, "Bucky, I always worry about you. I'm always afraid you're not going to come home."

He wipes away a tear that rolls slowly down your cheek then kisses your cheek lightly. You give him a small smile and he says, "I'm sorry I didn't text you. I know I should have but I'm always going to come home."

"You promise?" you ask, biting your lip nervously.

His fingers move under your chin and he tilts your head up so he can kiss your lips like he haa wanted to since he left you days ago. You kiss him back deeply, closing your eyes as his hand slides down your lower back. When he finally breaks the kiss, he smiles, "I promise Y/N. I may be late sometimes, but I will always come home to you, always."

You smile and place a quick kiss to his lips then rest your head on his shoulder. "You better, cause I really like you," you giggle and wait for his response.

"You really like me?" he repeats and you nod without lifting your head, smiling wider. "Well that's awkward cause I love you," he says.

"So awkward," you agree then jump as Bucky suddenly begins to tickle you. You giggle and squirm in his arms, trying to get away.

"Tell me you love me," he says with a smirk as he continues to tickle you.

You shake your head no but there's no escaping him. Bucky waits for you to lift your head so he can kiss your cheeks and nose, his fingers still tickling your body. "I... love... you," you manage to force those three words out between laughs and he smiles down at you, his hands now resting calmly on your back.

"That's better," he kisses your lips then reaches over and turns off the light. "Goodnight doll," you can hear the smile in his voice as he pulls the sheet back up around you both.

"Goodnight Bucky," you answer with a yawn as you curl up against him. You kiss his cheek and close your eyes, feeling more comfortable and relaxed than you have in days. His metal fingers run gently up and down your arm as you drift off to sleep.

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[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. Kissing, teasing, suggestive.

A/N: Mhmmmmmmmm (hehe)

With love and big tits, Rose

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P14: Messing With You

Chris’ POV

She looks peaceful—untouchable, even. 

My eyes are barely open, the sun from the window gleaming a little too brightly. Usually, it would annoy me, not right now though—right now it’s making her look heavenly, making my heart squeeze in my chest as I watch her lips puff open with each soft breath. 

I feel lucky. 

She’s here in my bed, in my arms, coming to me for comfort. It feels good to feel important to someone, even better to feel important to her, but it’s also horrifying. 

I can’t tell if it’s butterflies, anxiety, or maybe both swarming in my gut when I’m around her. 

It makes me want to run away. Not that I don’t want her—I do, I really fucking do. 

The thought of calling her mine, having her in my arms, and making her smile—it makes a reassuring warmth spread in my chest, the type of excitement I haven’t felt in a while. 

My lips roll together as I watch her eyes flutter open. She spares me a hazy smile, her hand combing through my hair as I stare up at her. 

God, she’s perfect. 

“Morning,” she hums, lightly hugging my head a little closer. 

I try to bite back a smile, the sensation of her nails lightly grazing my scalp making a sigh of contentment fall from my lips. It’s just so effortless. 

This should be more difficult, I haven’t really talked to anyone, let alone allowed them to hold me like she has since I lost a part of my heart—my mom and Nick. 

“Hm.” I hum, the sad thought making my throat tighter as I swallow thickly. 

Her hands stop waving through my scalp, her eyes opening wider, looking down at me with concern. “What’s wrong?” she asks, the question rolling off her lips as she gazes down at me with soft eyes. 

I miss them. That’s what’s wrong, but complaining about it won’t bring them back. It will just make me feel more, and it already feels like too much. 

“Is it something I did?” 

My eyes perk at her question, my head shaking from side to side, stopping as I realize I’m buried in her chest, practically shoveling myself in her cleavage. 

“Shit, I didn’t mean to—oh god.” I let out, my eyes squinting shut as I feel a wave of warmth crawl behind my neck, onto my cheeks, and to the tips of my ears. 

Her light giggle makes my eyes peek open. The soft smile cascaded on her face makes my chest heave with a deep breath. 

“You’re fine. Now,” she places her hands back into my hair, her thumb swiping along the top rim of my ear as she stares down at me with intent, “-what’s bothering you? Did I do something?” 

The pout tugging on her lips makes my heart clench in my chest. 

I don’t want her to think anything is wrong with us, maybe I should tell her. At least I know she’d understand. 

My lips smack together, opening and closing as I hesitate. “I, um—I guess I just miss ‘em a little more than usual today…” I wince hearing the slight crack in my voice. 

The desperation of the confession makes me feel bare, her eyes seeming so soft, yet so intimidating, each second feeling like hours as I wait for her to respond. 

“I get that.” 

I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until she speaks those words, my lungs burning as I inhale slowly, trying to even out my breath patterns. 

She gives me a sympathetic smile. Usually, the sympathy made everything worse, but not when she does it—hers just makes me feel understood. 

My chest slows with deep, calm breaths. The burn in my lungs fading as I let myself melt under her gaze. 

I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, so safe and secure—so free of judgment. 

“Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe we can take Trevor on a walk?” she offers, her eyes twinkling with hope. 

The sadness settles in my gut, but the feeling doesn’t exactly make me feel sick like it normally does. It’s accompanied by a calm wave of comfort—her touch, her eyes… everything about her just making the sadness seem okay. 

“I… could, um—can we…” 

I flinch as I stumble helplessly over the words. Her face scrunches with amusement, her eyes squinting as she smiles brightly. 

“Are you nervous?” she taunts, her eyes flickering between mine as I force a scowl onto my face, my lips scrunching into a tight line as I feel the blush crawl up my neck and onto my cheeks. 

“No, I’m just still half-asleep,” I remark, rolling my tongue along the inside of my cheek as I hear my tone waver. 

I don’t even believe the lie—and by the look on her face, she doesn’t either. 

“Okay, okay,” she laughs, nodding as if she’s accepting the lie without any doubt. My hand on her back finds the ends of her hair, twirling them mindlessly as the soft strands wisp through my fingers. 

Her mouth muffles with a short giggle. She takes a deep breath, trying to keep a straight face, “Ask whenever you’re awake enough, I guess.” 

My eyes roll from her teasing. I rest my head against her, hiding from her gaze as I take a deep breath. 

I’m definitely awake now, but it’ll have to wait. 

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Y/n’s POV

Something is resting on the tip of his tongue. I can tell he’s fighting inner thoughts, trying to blurt out whatever question lingered from this morning. 

It’s kinda cute. 

His bottom lip is bright pink, his teeth constantly gnawing on the skin as his eyes drift with thought. The hue reminds me of last night, the feeling of those lips on mine, how good it felt. 

I already miss it. Something about it felt so electric yet so comforting—like a warm bath after having numb toes from the cold. It felt overwhelmingly good.

And I really wanna feel it again. 

My body stiffens as I sit on the barstool, my hands on the kitchen island clenching as I feel large hands callous over my shoulders from behind. 

Jimmy. 

“Hey. Want some bacon and all? I got the stuff…” he trails off, yawning with a small smile as he walks around the kitchen and shuffles through the fridge. 

My mouth watering as I recall the last time he made breakfast for me. I nod, blushing as Jimmy laughs, turning the knob on the stove to erupt a flame beneath the pan. 

Chris shifts beside me. He spares me a quick glance, shaking his head. “I—I’ll be back, I’m gonna go shower real quick.” he says, stalking off and down the hallway. 

Part of me is dying to know what he’s wanting to ask, but another part doesn’t want to know. 

What if he didn’t like the kiss? 

Does he just kiss everyone like that? 

Was he trying to find a way to let me down slowly? 

“You good, kid?” Jimmy asks, sparing me a small glance with concern before turning his attention back to the stovetop. 

I swallow thickly, relaxing my clenched hands as I huff out a quick sigh. “Yeah, yeah,” I mutter, my face twitching as more doubts run through my head. 

The sound of water running from the bathroom makes my stomach churn, my heart pumping harshly in my chest. 

I hate this, it’s exactly what I’ve had nightmares of since I had my heart broken by my last boyfriend. The uncertainty, the doubt, the endless loop of questions that made my eyes burn with stubborn tears. 

“Here ya go,” Jimmy states, pushing a plate of steaming food in front of me while curling his lips into a subtle grin, pulling me out of my thoughts as I inhale the smell with greedy taste buds. 

Breakfast. Real food. 

My house is filled with protein bars, protein powder, and probably even protein water for fucks sake. 

Eating is a chore sometimes. Especially when it’s those disgusting protein pancakes that Baylen loves, but that’s always his go-to breakfast.

Jimmy walks towards the kitchen island, setting a plate on the counter next to me. “For Chris when he comes back, but if you steal any bacon, I saw nothing.” he remarks, holding his hands up in defense before stalking off with a different plate of food, heading outside towards the porch. 

Trevor trots behind him, his nose twitching as he follows the sizzling bacon on Jimmy’s plate. “I’ll be outside with Trev. Let me know if you need anything, even if it’s more bacon, you hear me?” he jokes, pointing a finger at me with a stern look interrupted with a smile. 

“Alright,” I puff, chewing more as he closes the door behind himself, leaving me in a quiet room alone. 

The shower water humming from the bathroom stops, the sounds of shuffling making my heart beat a little faster. 

What is he trying to ask me? 

Curiosity bubbles in my gut. My lips rolling together as I stiffen, hearing the sound of footsteps come closer before I feel a waft of air as Chris sits down in the barstool next to me. 

His damp hair brushes against my shoulder. I shiver at the wet sensation, my spine straightening. 

“My bad,” he mumbles, petting over the skin with his warm hand, the touch soothing away the shocking cold wetness. 

Chris starts to scarf his food down next to me. I feel his hand dip between my thighs, pulling one of my legs over his lap. “Chris, what’re you–”

“Here. Now, shut up.” he mutters, placing a piece of his bacon on my plate, his hand grasping at my thigh soothingly, right above my knee. I should be upset that he told me to shut up, but it makes me smile. 

He’s nervous. 

Shoveling the bacon into my mouth, I stare at him from the corner of my eye, watching as he straightens his posture. 

“So…” I trail off, my gaze drifting across the room as I hear him let out a subtle sigh. “What were you wanting to ask me?” 

The question makes him freeze. His hand grips tighter around my leg, his fingers tapping against my skin as he stutters, “I, uh—was… was just gonna ask if you, if you maybe wanted to uh—” 

I guide my hand down to his, pulling it further up on my thigh as I lean forward, placing a kiss on his cheek. His eyes are directed towards his plate of scrapped food. “Stop making me more—stop being so—ugh.” he huffs. 

A giggle purses through my lips. “What? Am I makin’ you more nervous—”

“No.” he interrupts, glaring at me as his hand squeezes my thigh. My breath halts in my chest, my gut tightening as he stares at me with pure intent. “I wanna go on a date with you. I’m not fuckin—’m not fuckin’ nervous. You’re just being difficult.” 

My lips curl into a grin. I lick over my teeth, leaning against his shoulder as I bat my eyes up at him, watching as his face contorts with a slight snarl. “I still didn’t hear a question, Chris.” 

The observation makes his jaw tighten. His fingers tap impatiently against my thigh, his tongue clicking on the roof of his mouth as he lets out an exasperated sigh. “Will you—do you wanna go on a date with me?” he asks, his eyes softening for a quick second before returning to his plate. 

“Nah.” 

Chris whips his head towards me. A loud laugh bursts through my lips, my stomach tightening with sharp breaths. “The fuck?” he asks, his face scrunched with displeasure as he watches me clutch my stomach with a tinge of pain. 

“I’m—’m kidding,” I rush out, squeezing my hand on top of his, my nose scrunching as his face relaxes into a bland expression. “Sorry, just wanted to mess with you,” I remark, sitting up straight and moving my leg back into my own seat. 

“Mess with me?” Chris tuts. I look over, yelping as I feel his hand wrap around the back of my leg once more, repeating the action of throwing my thigh over his lap. 

But this time, it’s closer. 

He stares directly at me, his teeth greedily biting on his bottom lip as his eyes float over my face. 

I feel my lungs burn, screaming for air as I forget how to breathe. 

His face leans in closer, his breath hovering over my lips before shifting to the side, his lips ghosting over my neck with light kisses. 

“Chri—”

Before I can call out his name, I feel his tongue swipe across my thumping pulse, right beneath my ear. His lips enclose around the area, a light suction echoing in the room as my ears begin to ring. 

Oh god. 

My hands tangle in his hair out of pure instinct. Before I can pull him any closer, he pulls my leg upwards, lifting and dropping it back onto my own chair. 

I watch as he stands up, my lips parted as I pant for air. 

“What–what’re you doing?” I question, my voice wavering with heavy breaths as he stacks our plates, walking towards the sink. 

Chris shrugs. He sets the dishes down, running a hand through his damp hair and sparing me a soft smile. 

“Just messin’ with you.” 

[freshluvr]

how dealer!chris asked sweet!reader to be his girlfriend

⚠︎ use of y/n, brief mentions of smoking weed and being stoned ⚠︎

It was the day after y/n’s seventeenth birthday.

She’d spent her birthday with her little sister Lucie, shopping and eating ice cream. Once the sun was setting, she dropped Lucie back with their parents, and went back to her apartment complex where she lived on her own. As soon as she walked through the front door, she immediately FaceTimed Chris who promised to come round and see her as soon as the sun came up. They stayed on FaceTime until y/n fell asleep and the next morning, true to his word, Chris showed up at her door.

y/n opened her front door with a tired smile, ushering Chris through the door straight into her room so she could get back into bed. She hadn’t even noticed the bouquet of dried lavender, her favourite flower, tied with a red bow, nor had she noticed the long, thin box wrapped in wrapping paper with little red hearts. y/n flopped onto her bed, scrolling through Netflix to put on the notebook as she snuggled under the blanket, waiting for Chris to join her. When he didn’t, she finally looked up at him and a soft gasp left her lips. “For me?” She beamed, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“Nah I’m going dealing to some chick later. I’was her birthday yesterday. I had to bring her shit here so I didn’t have to go back home.” He joked, though y/n didn’t pick up on it at first as her smile dropped slightly despite the fact she tried to hide it to not come across as impolite. “Ma, I’m messing, course they’re for you.” He handed y/n the flowers and she immediately hung them on her headboard, her smile brighter than ever. Then, he handed her the small box. She instantly got to work opening it, clawing at the unnecessarily thick layers of sellotape to see what he’d bought. After finally getting in, y/n flung herself into Chris’ arms, embracing him in a tight hug that emphasised her gratitude. Inside the box: a strawberry flavoured crystal bar - her favourite.

“How did you know which one to get me?” she questioned, her tone drenched in pure amazement. He chuckled at her excitement, stroking her hair softly with his rough hands, “they’re the only ones I’ve ever seen you smoke, doll.” y/n pulled away and dragged him down onto the bed so they could watch the film, immediately opening her new vape and puffing every now and then. Her head laid softly on his chest, both of them getting comfy with his arm loosely wrapped around her shoulders, hand rested on her waist. He pulled out a pre-roll and lit it, smoking in silence as y/n was completely engrossed in the film they’d watched together a thousand times.

The smell of the weed instantly sparked a thought in y/n’s head, and she whipped her head round to look at Chris’ face. “Don’t you have to deal today?” She questioned, worried that she was taking up his time when he should be working. Chris smiled at her concern, shaking his head slightly. “Don’t worry ma, I got someone else doin’ runs f’me today. I’m here all day.” y/n smiled gratefully at this, and put her head back on his chest once again, her eyes locking back onto the screen.

As the movie progressed, and Chris got comfortably stoned, he couldn’t help but let a thought slip. “I’d build your dream house for you… shi’ id build a thousand houses to make you happy.” y/n’s breath hitched in her throat, and she scoffed slightly. “Don’t say things like that Chris, I might start to think you have a crush on me.” She tried to joke, looking up at his face, only to see him staring at her with pure love in his eyes. “Chris?-” “be my girlfriend y/n. Nah, fuck that, let me be your boyfriend. You got me wrapped ‘round your finger forreal. I wanna-” She cut him off with a soft, delicate kiss. Her hands traveled gently to his hair whilst his hand traveled up her sides and rested on her neck, holding but not squeezing. “Is that a-” “yes Christopher Owen Sturniolo, I will let you be my boyfriend.”

They kiss again, more passionately this time. Teeth clash and tongues intertwine until they finally pull away and rest their foreheads against each other’s. Deep breaths echo through the room as they stare at each other with passion and love, both not knowing what to do next. Eventually, y/n sinks back down to his chest and he puts his arm back around her, holding her a little tighter - a little more possessively - than he ever has before.

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[devondespresso]

I Wish I Never Met You

G | ~600 words | Steddie or Steve & Eddie | CW: grief, references to canon deaths, mcd, hurt/no comfort, unhappy ending

for the @strangerthingswritersguild prompt "I Wish I Never Met You" for @sunflowerharrington !!! hope you enjoy 💕

"Can I tell you a secret, Munson?"

Steve mutters next to him, like he doesn't really want anyone to hear it.

He doesn't need to be so quiet; the wind is blowing strong today and the graveyard is empty around them. Or devoid of the living, technically. Eddie guesses the population here might rival that of the rest of the town now. Might become the majority if they can't fix this mess in time.

Still, Steve whispers his question to him, staring down at the grave in front of them, and doesn't wait for an answer.

"I didn't really cry when Barb died."

The wind goes silent, like the world gasps at Steve's admission. And Steve must be able to feel that judgement, because he seals his eyes shut and tips his head up towards the ashy gray sky.

"I didn't know her. I felt guilty and I mourned her with Nance-- It ruined Nancy, but... But it didn't ruin me. Maybe it should have."

Eddie's glad it didn't ruin him. Beyond just caring about the guy, Eddie can't imagine any of this going well without Steve as he is now.

"I don't think I would've even cared without Nance. Never would've met her, never would've stopped being the type of fucking asshole that barely notices when my classmate dies."

Steve squeezes his eyes shut tighter, pulling his face into angry folds like it'll keep the pain out. Or maybe the emotions in. Before Eddie can think to reach out, Steve looks down again and rubs at his face with a free hand.

"I wish I was an asshole." Steve mutters again, face still hardened and twisted up with emotions he won't let slip, even when he's the only one here. "More of an asshole."

A tear fights its way out, running fast down Steve's face, dripping and falling and hitting the ground before Steve can even try to catch it.

"I think..."

Eddie wants nothing more than to catch it.

But no one could've caught it. That runaway tear probably thinks itself a hero, slipping away from the others still trapped by pain, now sinking uselessly into the dirt.

Another drop hits the ground, inches away from the first, and Steve stifles a choked-off sob. Eddie turns back to him to find more tears coming after it, Steve's face twisting harder and harder, both hands flying up to his face like he can push them back into his eyes.

Logic be damned, Eddie stands in front of him, places his faded hands around Steve's face like he could still cradle it, like Steve could feel his touch if Eddie tries hard enough.

Steve looks up, but not at Eddie. Eddie's hands pass through his face as he looks around before turning his gaze down again, through Eddie and straight to his headstone.

"Dustin knows you-- I'd know of you still, I'd still care, but I-- I want to say I'd still care, but if it was just that again, Barb again, I'd--"

Steve's voice cracks and it sounds wrong on him. It stops him, forces him to take a few shaking, wet breaths and gather some thoughts behind those drooping red eyes.

Steve doesn't say it. Just stares at Eddie's grave for a moment too long before his face breaks again. He curls in on himself: one arm crossed over his chest, one hand covering his eyes, reeking of shame.

He doesn't have to say it; Eddie can read between the lines.

Eddie steps back from Steve and sits idly on his grave, taking in the full picture of Steve Harrington---King of Hawkins High, Monster-hunting Badass and pretty good dude---crying alone in front of Eddie Munson's grave.

[inseobts]

Hi there may i request usopp x strawhat!reader? (fem!reader too) For the scenario i want something like them going on their first date together? Maybe somewhere along the way the two of em try to avoid the Marines during the date hehe,, i would like it to take place at post timeskip please tysm in advanced ! 💗

Troubled Date

usopp x reader

a/n: thank you for this request, it was really fun to write ♡

words count: 1.1k

tags: fluff, romance, first date

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The Sunny is docked at a lively island town, filled with colorful markets, busy streets, and the smell of grilled seafood in the air. It’s the perfect place for a date, or at least, that’s what Usopp tells himself as he waits for you at the edge of the ship.

“Okay, Usopp, you got this,” he mutters, taking deep breaths “It’s just Y/N. Y/N, who’s been my crewmate for years. Y/N, who—who looks really cute today.” He swallows hard when he sees you walking toward him, wearing a bright smile.

“Ready to go?” you ask, tilting your head.

“Pshh, of course!” Usopp straightens his back “This is gonna be the best date ever! A legendary date! People will tell stories about it for generations!”

You giggle “Then let’s make it a good one, great warrior.”

He turns red but quickly clears his throat “Ahem! Yes! Let’s go!”

The two of you step off the Sunny and into the town. The streets are full of life, merchants selling trinkets, children running around, and street performers juggling flaming torches. Usopp’s eyes shine with excitement.

“Ohhh! Look at that!” He points at a booth selling deep-fried snacks “Let’s start with food! You can’t go on an adventure on an empty stomach!”

“I thought this was a date, not an adventure” you tease.

He grins “Same thing!”

The two of you buy some snacks and walk through the marketplace, enjoying the sights and sounds. Everything seems perfect, until Usopp suddenly freezes, his eyes wide in horror.

“Uh-oh.”

“What?” you ask, mouth full of food.

He slowly turns to you “Marines. Over there.”

You peek over his shoulder. A group of Marines is walking through the crowd, scanning faces. They don’t seem to have noticed you two yet, but they’re getting closer.

“What do we do?” you whisper.

“Hide! Quick!” Usopp grabs your hand and pulls you behind a fruit stand, both of you crouching low.

“Why do we always run into Marines at the worst times?” you whisper, pressing against the crates of apples.

“It’s the curse of being too cool” Usopp whispers back.

You roll your eyes but smile. The Marines stop near the stand, talking to the merchant. You and Usopp hold your breath.

“Hey,” he murmurs, voice suddenly soft “I, uh… I’m glad you came today. I was really nervous.”

You blink in surprise, then squeeze his hand “Me too.”

He turns bright red.

Before you can say more, a loud CRASH echoes through the market. You both peek around the corner and see Luffy at a food stall, arguing with the owner, his face stuffed with meat.

The Marines immediately turn toward the noise.

“Oh no” you and Usopp say at the same time.

“There! That’s Straw Hat Luffy!” one of them shouts.

Usopp’s grip on your hand tightens “Oh no, oh no, oh no—”

“RUN!” you yell, yanking him in the opposite direction as the Marines push through the crowd.

The two of you weave through the busy marketplace, dodging fruit carts and leaping over barrels. Usopp almost trips over a stray chicken, but you keep pulling him forward.

“Why does this ALWAYS happen?!” he cries.

“Because we’re pirates?” you laugh breathlessly.

“I just wanted a normal date!”

“You expected NORMAL?! On a date with me?!”

“…Okay, that’s fair.”

Behind you, the Marines shout orders. You spot an alleyway between two buildings and pull Usopp into it. The two of you press against the wall, panting.

The sound of boots stomping on cobblestone grows louder. Usopp peeks around the corner and immediately pulls back, eyes wide.

“They’re close” he whispers.

You glance upward and spot a wooden balcony above you “Up there!”

Without thinking, you grab Usopp’s waist and boost him up. He yelps, flailing before grabbing onto the ledge.

“H-hey! I’m supposed to be the one protecting you!”

“Less talking, more climbing!”

Usopp scrambles onto the balcony and reaches down for you. You grab his hands, and with a strong pull, he hauls you up, though he nearly topples over in the process.

“Phew,” he sighs, wiping his forehead “That was close.”

You both sit on the balcony floor, catching your breath. The Marines run past below, completely unaware.

For a moment, there’s silence. Just the distant chatter of the town, the cool breeze, and the two of you, still holding hands.

Usopp realizes it first. His face turns red “A-ah! Uh—”

You laugh, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go “Thanks for pulling me up.”

His heart is beating way too fast “A-anytime.”

You both sit there for a moment, looking out at the town. The sun is starting to set, casting a golden glow over everything. Even after all the chaos, just sitting next to you feels nice.

“…So, this wasn’t exactly the date I planned” Usopp admits.

You tilt your head “Oh? And what was the plan?”

“Well,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “I was gonna take you to a nice restaurant, impress you with my amazing storytelling, maybe buy you a cool gift—y’know, romantic stuff.”

You smile “This was fun too.”

His eyes widen “R-really?”

You nod “Running from Marines together? That’s a real Straw Hat date.”

Usopp stares at you for a second before bursting into laughter “Okay, okay, you have a point.”

You stand up and offer your hand “Come on, let’s find the others before Luffy causes more trouble.”

He takes your hand, smiling “Yeah. But, uh…” He hesitates. “Maybe we try another date next time? A real one?”

You squeeze his fingers “I’d like that.”

His face burns red, but he grins, heart pounding in the best way possible.

You’re about to turn when Usopp suddenly tugs on your hand, stopping you. His expression is serious for once, though his face is still pink.

“…Wait.”

You blink “What?”

He hesitates for a moment, then takes a shaky breath “I, uh—before we go, I just…”

Then, before he can overthink it, he leans forward and presses a quick, warm kiss to your lips.

It’s short, barely a second, but it leaves you completely frozen.

Usopp pulls back, looking like he might pass out. His eyes dart everywhere except at you “S-sorry! I just—! I thought—! B-but if that was too much, I—!”

You cut him off by grabbing his scarf and pulling him in for another kiss, this one slower, softer. He lets out a tiny, surprised squeak before melting into it, his hands awkwardly hovering before resting on your waist.

When you finally pull away, his face is an impossible shade of red “Oh.” His voice cracks “Oh.”

You smile, brushing your fingers over his “I really, really liked this date.”

He sways a little, dazed “…I think I did too.”

You laugh and take his hand again “Come on, Romeo. Let’s go before the others start looking for us.”

Usopp stumbles after you, still red-faced but grinning like an idiot.

Maybe this date didn’t go as planned.

But honestly?

It turned out way better.

[kpopkurves]

Where The Lights Fade

Choi San x Reader

Theme- Angst(?), Hurt Comfort,

Requests are Opened!

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The city lights flickered like dying stars, and you stood there — arms wrapped around yourself, shivering more from the weight in your chest than from the cold. You swore you wouldn’t call him again. You swore this was the last time you’d let him make you feel like this.

But when your phone lit up with his name, you answered anyway.

“Hey… I’m sorry,” San’s voice came through, rough and tired. “Something came up. I can’t make it tonight.”

Your heart cracked in that same old way it had been for months now.

“Of course you can’t,” you whispered, biting the inside of your cheek to hold back the tears. “It’s fine, San.”

“Baby, don’t say it like that. You know I’d be there if I could—”

“Would you?” you cut him off, voice trembling. “Because lately, it feels like I’m always here… waiting for you to show up.”

Silence. Heavy, suffocating silence.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, and you could hear it — the breaking in his voice. “I’m trying.”

“Maybe love isn’t enough if we can’t even live it,” you whispered.

And before he could answer, you hung up, letting the tears spill freely this time.

⸻

Months passed. Months of you throwing yourself into your art, chasing every opportunity like you were running from the memories of him. You told yourself you were over it — over him.

Until that night.

Until you opened Twitter, expecting to see trending memes or a new ATEEZ comeback, but instead, it was his name.

“Choi San’s Health Scare Shocks Fans: Idol Quietly Battling Chronic Illness.”

Your hands went numb. The phone slipped from your fingers, clattering against the floor as your heart dropped to your stomach.

“No… no, no, no.”

You hadn’t known. You hadn’t known.

All those nights he left you waiting, all the times he pushed you away — it wasn’t because he didn’t love you. It was because he was hurting, alone, thinking he was protecting you.

⸻

You didn’t even remember how you got to the hospital. You burst into his room, chest heaving, tears streaming down your cheeks.

The hospital room smelled like clean linen and something sterile — but you barely noticed that. All you could see was San, lying in that bed, looking so much smaller than the version of him you remembered.

It had taken everything in you not to fall apart when you first walked in, but now, sitting by his side, holding his hand in both of yours, you couldn’t stop staring.

“You lost weight,” you whispered, trying to joke, but your voice cracked at the edges.

San smiled weakly, squeezing your hand.

“You’re still beautiful,” he whispered back, and that made the tears you’d been holding in finally spill over.

“Stop,” you said shakily, laughing through the tears. “You’re supposed to let me be mad at you.”

“I know,” he chuckled softly. “But I missed you too much to let you yell at me.”

Your thumb traced soft circles on the back of his hand as you looked at him, memorizing every feature like you were terrified to forget.

“Why didn’t you tell me, San?”

He looked down, ashamed.

“Because I couldn’t stand the thought of you giving up everything you were working for… because of me,” he murmured. “You were finally getting recognized. I didn’t want to be the reason you stopped flying.”

“You idiot,” you whispered, voice thick with tears. “I would’ve given it all up. I would’ve given you everything.”

San’s eyes glistened as he looked back at you.

“I know, baby,” he said softly. “That’s why I couldn’t let you.”

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his.

“You didn’t have to protect me from loving you.”

“I was trying to protect you from hurting like this.”

“Too late,” you breathed out, your lips brushing his.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, eyes closing as if he couldn’t bear to see your pain.

“Don’t be. Just… let me stay. Please.”

“Okay,” he breathed, and for the first time in months, you both just existed in each other’s arms, like no time had passed.

⸻

The Soft Days (Fluff Before the Storm)

The next few days were quiet but beautiful in their own way. You brought your sketchbook and paints, sitting by his bed as he watched you work.

“Paint me,” he said one afternoon, grinning tiredly.

“You’re already in every one of my paintings,” you smiled, dipping your brush into color.

“Paint me now, though. Like this,” he insisted.

So you did. You painted him as he was — fragile but still so beautiful. You made sure to capture the softness in his gaze when he looked at you.

Sometimes he’d fall asleep while you painted, his hand still holding yours like he was afraid to let go. You’d watch his chest rise and fall, praying that it always would.

At night, when the nurses dimmed the lights, you’d crawl into the narrow bed beside him, careful not to hurt him. He’d wrap his arms around you, his body weaker but his embrace still so warm, and you’d lay like that for hours.

“I missed holding you like this,” he’d whisper against your hair.

“Then hold me forever,” you’d reply, pretending you didn’t know forever was slipping away.

⸻

The Final Sunrise (Heartbreak Incoming)

The night before you were set to leave for your international gallery debut — the dream you’d both talked about for years — San asked you to wake him up early.

“I want to watch the sunrise with you. One last time,” he said softly.

You almost told him not to say “last,” but the lump in your throat was too big to speak around.

So as dawn broke, casting soft gold through the hospital window, you sat with him on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a blanket. His head rested on your shoulder, and you leaned your head on his.

“You always loved sunrises,” you whispered, blinking back tears.

“Because you love them,” he murmured, a small smile playing on his lips.

“You promised we’d see a thousand more,” you whispered.

“Maybe… in another life,” he said softly.

The light warmed his pale skin, and for a moment, he looked just like he used to — radiant, full of life.

“If we were stars,” he murmured, “maybe we’d burn at the same time in another sky.”

You turned to him, tears falling freely now, and kissed him as the sun rose higher, burning the sky in shades of pink and gold.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you more,” he replied, voice soft but sure.

“You better wait for me in that sky,” you said, smiling through your tears.

“Always,” he promised.

⸻

The Painting Reveal (End Scene)

Months later, you stood in a massive gallery filled with strangers, but all you could think about was him.

Your art lined every wall, but one painting stood alone, bathed in soft, focused light.

It was him, sitting in that hospital bed, sunlight pouring over him, eyes closed as if he were dreaming of a better world.

The press and art critics whispered about the piece, but you blocked them out, your heart pounding in your chest.

A small plaque beneath it read:

“Where the Light Fades.”

For the boy who taught me how to love in silence.

As you stood there, staring up at the boy you’d loved and lost, you felt a soft breeze swirl around you — gentle, familiar.

You closed your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips, as if he were standing there beside you, whispering:

“I’m here.”

And as the room around you faded into a blur, you whispered back:

“I see you, Sannie. Always.”

[darklydeliciousdesires]

A Storm of Stars - Chapter Ten.

I think this is the chapter you've all been waiting for... :) Thanks so much to you all for your engagement, too. Means the world to me!

Summary: The Targaryen twin stars. Two sides of the same coin. Aemond and Aemella Targaryen, second children of King Viserys I and his queen, Alicent Hightower, had spent their entire lives almost as one, the lines blurring where one twin ended and the other began. What started as an inseparable sibling bond eventually bloomed into a deep, limitless love.

A day would come, though, when their love story - famed for generations to come - would be tested by the one who sought to tear them apart. When the storm of stars descended, nobody who had wronged them would come away unscathed. 

Words - 4,139

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added.

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Incest, mentions of child loss through miscarriage. Minors DNI.

Previous Chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine

“It still feels loose.”  

Rolling her tongue over the very last of her back teeth, Aemella felt it wobble a little against the careful prod, admittedly though much less so than the night before.  

“Do not persist in touching it, princess,” Veron spoke softly, “with luck the tooth will reset itself in the gums. Mine have, except for this one.” Hooking a finger into his mouth, he showed her the space upon his lower gumline, a gap present between teeth. “I did plan on saving some coin and having a silver or gold one put in its place, but I have never gotten around to it.” 

She chuckled softly. “Then you truly would look more like a pirate than a highborn.” 

“Perhaps people would take me more seriously if I did, rather than seeing a soft, odd-looking boy who can be pushed around with such ease.”  

“Nay,” she breathed, reaching to cup his cheek with her hand, her smile kind as her thumb stroked the gritty, blonde stubble flecking his face. “You are a handsome young man with no oddities about his appearance. I will not hear of this talk.” 

He coloured a little, dropping his gaze to where he sat cross-legged on the bed before her. A beautiful young woman’s praise wasn’t what he was used to. “You are much too generous with your compliments, princess.” 

“Please, I wish for you to address me as Aemella,” she insisted, her hand still stroking fondly. “Tis’ a privilege for friends, to forgo my title. You are my friend, Veron.”  

His face lit up to hear such warm words. Friends were something they both lacked, him not having many thanks to his brother’s tyranny, and Aemella bonding so closely with Aemond that she had never sought friendships with others. Apart from her treasured Gileda. Her tutor was certainly considered a good friend. 

Her smile matched his, hissing in wince when her split cheek throbbed. “Gods, tis’ sore.” She had sat bravely while Veron had stitched it for her, doing so with careful precision so that the scar would only be very minimal. If only she were home, where she had access to a plethora of lotions and balms blended by her own hand to aid the expedited healing of cuts and scrapes.  

Home. How her heart ached heavy in her chest to be so far from it.  

“Allow me to fetch you a compress, pri-,” he began, stopping himself. “Aemella.” 

Moving, he picked up the piece of now dry rag he had used for that purpose, going to soak it in the small pale of water over in the corner of his poky little room. Squeezing the excess droplets away, he returned, folding it neatly and handing it to her.  

“When do you anticipate we shall be moving further north?” she asked, closing the wolf pelt shrug around her shoulders a little tighter. She had only ever seen one winter in her whole life before, the summer that had arrived not long after her tenth birthday lasting for many years now. Winter, it seemed, was now upon them once more. 

Taking a seat again, Veron pulled the bed blankets over her lap, noticing her shivers. “I had expected we would be on the road again already. Where my brother is and what halts him from moving us all along, I do not know.” Looking down at her lap, he reached to her finger, there upon it a small, silver dragon ring. “Such a beautiful piece of jewellery. Was it a gift?” 

“Yes, for my fourteenth name day.” Filled with the memories that would warm her without him, she remembered, her thoughts turning to another man whose presence in her life she so dearly missed... 

“It seems not so long ago we celebrated you both upon your thirteenth name day,” the king spoke, receiving his twins within his quarters, rising from the comfort of his couch. “Happiest of name days, my twin stars. Come, come. Your gifts from mummy and I await.” With his arms open in welcome, he gestured to the table, chuckling softly when Aemella ran to hug him first, Aemond much more focused upon the many boxes there waiting for them.  

Sniffing, Viserys looked curious. “Apple blossom and... oud?” He had always taken an interest in his daughter’s love of botany, and the associated apothecary she so enjoyed partaking of. His own preferred sage and lemon soap was made by her. 

“White rose too, father. I blended it myself,” she spoke proudly, her father’s eyes glinting with adoration. 

“Of course, of course. My clever girl.” He touched a loving hand to her cheek, gesturing to the table full of gifts once more, he and Alicent sitting to watch them open each with much gusto. There within the boxes lay a trove of beautiful items one would expect for two regal youngsters to receive. Exquisitely tailored finery, crystalised fruits, antique nicknacks, and two small boxes which contained very special matching pieces.  

“Father!” Aemond exclaimed, pulling the silver dragon ring from its box. “Tis’ wholly stunning, thank you.” 

His son, always so very poised and stoic; Viserys often got quite the triumph out of stirring any other emotion. “I had the crown jeweller make them specially. Quietly, I did think perhaps those would catch your eyes the most.”  

Looking on, he watched his children place them upon the fourth fingers of their right hands, holding them up together while smiling, Aemella popping one of the crystalised cherries before her into her mouth, feeding one to her brother, too.  

Their parents looked on with quiet delight while their children enjoyed the array of gifts, eagerly anticipating the coming large feast being held to honour their name day later on. Viserys would have enjoyed holding a tournament to mark the event as well, but knew well how much his son lacked any interest in them. It was a great shame, for Aemond was so very proficient.  

“I will have your gifts ferried back to your quarters, my children, and see you later for our special supper.” Being king of the realm, both Aemond and Aemella understood well the constrictions on his time, only grateful to have been set aside a small amount of it with him to open their gifts. He did so with all of his children, but with the twins, the apples of his eye, he perhaps unfairly did devote a little more. 

Aemella had never forgotten it, but while her remembrance was of fondness, her elder brothers remained that of burning envy. Sitting within the lowly surroundings of the inn, far from her home, she quietly wondered how much more peaceful life would be, had her father not passed when he did.  

“I miss my father, too,” Veron sighed. “He was not a kind man like the king, may he rest, but he was always fair.”  

Anything Aemella might have replied with was left unsaid, the peace of the room shattered by the loud arrival of Dalton. “We prepare to move forward. Aemella, with me. Now.”  

“You do not have to bark orders at her,” Veron spoke, standing, his brother pointing warningly. 

“I will do unto her as I please, and you will cease your infernal interference!”  

He was no calmer that morning, then. 

Aemella shuffled off the bed, her side and back burning in pain, walking with a hobble. Her eyes found Veron’s, both sharing a look of silent trepidation, Dalton deliberately shoving a hand against where he’d lain the series of brutal kicks upon her back, hurrying her from the room as she yelped in agony.  

They made their way out to the waiting men and horses, Dalton reaching into his saddle bag, brandishing something that immediately filled her with dread. “I visited the local saddlery this morning, hence our lateness in moving on,” he began, taking the thick, leather dog collar and moving to fasten it around her throat. She made the mistake of stepping back, receiving a slap to her already throbbing face. “If you are to bite me like a dog, girl, then I shall treat you like a dog.” 

Humiliation coiled through her every muscle as she stiffened, her tired, dejected violet eyes cast downwards, clasping her hands together. If only she had not missed; she could have been aboard a horse galloping towards Kings Landing right at that moment, but instead she now found herself collared, brought to heel. For a young woman with such pride, it was a terrible blow.  

“You may consider that you have gotten away with your mistreatment of me, but that is not the case,” she then spoke, something bold swelling within her. Her heart fluttered, bravery lifting her spirits a smidgen. “However, if you release me now, I promise you, I shan’t burn you for it. If you do not, I cannot say that I will show you an ounce of mercy once I am free.” 

Dalton tipped his head back, a bellowing laugh sounding the air. “You speak in nonsense! All fucking mad, you Targaryen's. You surely must be, to speak such delusions!” Yanking her close where a thin rope fastened upon a ring set at the front of the collar, he snarled, his terrible breath overpowering. “Get on the fucking horse and keep your mouth shut.”  

While she reluctantly climbed aboard her mount, feeling great shame and indignity to be held fast upon the end of a rope, her love sailed through the skies aboard Vhagar, heading to the coast of the Westerlands. He anticipated that the galleon should be nearing its port upon the Iron Islands, but wanted to follow the shipping course to make sure he did not miss their location upon the high seas.  

It was while he was flying low over Lannisport that he noticed it, the vessel not out upon the water where he had expected to find it. Instead, he saw the unmistakable black sails bearing the Greyjoy crest of a golden kraken, run aground on a long stretch of rocky beach.  

“Ilagon, Vhagar. Tegon rȳ se rāenion.” Instructing his dragon to land upon the shore, he prepared for the descent, Vhagar cutting through the air swiftly, slowing herself to come to a neat landing upon the sandy rocks of the beach. 

Dismounting, he drew his sword, although from the outset the ship looked to be abandoned. He knew little of sailing, but with the small amount of knowledge he possessed, he did understand that the likely cause was being blown off course by a storm.  

His eye searched the deck of the ship, not a soul around, the rope ladder still flung down over the side, Aemond sheathing his sword and trudging out into the shallows to climb it. Once up on deck, he listened carefully, removing his sword once more as he did a quick tour around. Nothing. Throwing the hatch open, he moved down to the galley, once again lending his ear to any noise he might hear within the silence of the seemingly abandoned ship. 

The immediate quarters he entered seemed to be those of Dalton Greyjoy, a little grander than the smaller dwellings he kicked open the doors of, finding hammocks strapped up to house the crew while they slept. Arriving back within the space, he moved to a table, attracted by the glittering upon the wood. A single strand of silver hair lay atop it, his fingers moving to wipe over the stain next to it.  

Crimson smudged against them, a weight hitting him in the chest. Her blood. Sheathing his sword, he searched for any further trace of her, finding nothing, not even her possessions, climbing back up to the deck and down to the beach once more.  

He naturally deduced that with the galleon unable to be pulled back to sea without the aid of another vessel towing it, the party must have continued north on foot and found horses to complete their journey. It was the only logical move, to ride to the nearest coastline of the Iron Islands, Aemond running back to Vhagar to mount her and take to the air once more.  

There was one main road that led to the northern territories of the Westerlands, quite a lot of it covered by thick swathes of forestland he knew he could have to circle over, flying low in order to spot any large parties upon horseback as they emerged from beneath the gaps in the thick, green canopy.  

“I am coming, my love. Soon, we will be together again.” he pledged, his eye carefully scanning the ground below.  

While he searched for her, a hundred miles north of his location, Aemella rode along beside her captor. Dalton relished in yanking at her collar every so often, for no other reason than he could. This was how he showed his power, truly? She thought of her husband then, the difference between them night and day.  

“When we rest for the night, wife, I will have my way with you,” he asserted, snickering darkly.  

Aemella lifted her chin, not about to show him any further fear. “You have begun to erroneously refer to me as that recently, yet we remain unmarried. As we shall, going forward.” Something inside her grew then, a burning feeling of determination, a little gasp fluttering from her lips.  

Aemond. 

“You imbecilic bitch,” he scoffed, shaking his head, her collar tugged upon once more. “You still presume that somebody is coming to rescue you, or that you shall escape me?” 

The timing of his words... Oh, they could not have been more perfect.  

Exiting the thick of the trees, the horses moving forward to trot into the large, vast valley that lay before them, the air rapidly changing. A sudden, mighty gust of wind carried down from the sky, each rider bathed in the dark of a gigantic shadow. That descending darkness was then followed by the almighty cacophony of a dragon roar, the peace of the valley shattered by the guttural reverberations.  

Looking up, Aemella’s heart almost caught fire.  

Vhagar.  

“Dragon!” one of the crew yelled with desperation, the horses all scrambling, some rearing in fright as the mighty beast turned, Aemella feeling her insides burst with the moonbeams of his love. He had come for her. 

“Fall back! Retreat to the trees!” Dalton bellowed, turning his horse, too focused upon finding shelter to see that as Aemella cantered along at his side, her hand reached to unfasten the collar. Dropping the humiliating shackle from her grasp, she squeezed her heels into the horse’s sides, advancing ahead, turning the steed sharply to double back in the opposite direction.  

With the air whipping against her face, she pulled down the black hood of her cloak, letting her silver hair cascade out behind her, distinguishing herself from the rest of the fleeing group. Turning, she saw in the near distance her tormentor in rapid pursuit, Dalton kicking his heels against his horse, propelling it forward. 

He probably shouldn’t have bothered.  

A ball of fire rolled out over the ground, decimating the land below, the lord of the Iron Islands swerving, narrowly managing to dodge it, feeling his pursuit of the flightily escaping princess a fool’s errand, turning and galloping for cover beneath the trees with the rest of his men. A wife and position as Master of Ships was all well and good, but he did not covet it enough to risk being burned alive by his would-be bride’s former spouse.  

With her entire body burning in pain, Aemella made the horse surge forward into flat-out gallop, watching as Vhagar was brought to land upon the crest of the valley. She choked on a sob to see Aemond as he climbed from her saddle speedily, her heart thumping out waves of pure, undying love. Overcome to see him after her endless yearning, feeling as if her heart had all but died, her eyes filled with tears, slowing the horse when she was close enough and jumping down.  

They ran to one another, everything that had shattered within them rebuilding, their bond strengthening once more with every step until finally, they were clasped in one another’s arms. Fifteen days, and yet it had felt as if they had been parted for fifteen years, Aemond lifting her from the ground as their mouths met in a deep, longing kiss, his arms tightening around her.  

Finally. They could breathe again, their hearts blooming, the darkness of their separation giving way to full colour once more.  

“You,” she began, sobbing, tears streaming down her face. “You found me, darling love.” 

“In this lifetime and beyond,” he spoke, nuzzling her, “I will always find you. My first, my last, and my only.” His face was adoring as he stroked her, breathed in her scent, but taking in her injuries more carefully, it soon darkened to rage. “He did this. I will fucking burn him to his bones.” 

“Shhh, love,” she tried to placate him with, shaking her head. “It is not for now.” 

Oh, but it very much was, Aemond stiffening as he looked back towards the trees where the Greyjoy party had fled. “This.” Gesturing with his hand to her bruised and broken face, his nostrils flared, back teeth grinding in livid fury. “What he has done to you will not stand.” 

“Aemond, no.” Halting him again, she stroked his forearms, her eyes pleading with him. “There is another way. Let him feel as if he has escaped. I will return to him in due course. The revenge he is due, it is mine alone to give.” Her hands continued to soothe him, Aemond feeling the embers of his temper simmer down once more. “I cannot risk you accidentally hurting Veron if you chase them down aboard Vhagar. His brother, he was good to me. He looked after me. Without him, all of this would have been much worse.” 

As she gestured to her beautiful face, so darkened from bruises, he could not imagine it appearing worse for even a second. Her present state was shocking enough. It was with great reluctance, but eventually he relented to his wife’s wishes. 

“He didn’t...” Trailing off, he cast his eye downwards, his jaw tightening. “I cannot even speak the word.” 

“No, no he did not,” she stated emphatically. “He tried to, but I beat him until I freed myself. In fact, I attempted to stab him with his own dagger, but lamentably missed.”  

His mouth flickered into something of a smile, hands stroking her face. “My brave love. You ask of me an enormous restraint, not to seek retribution for all of this.”  

Leaning to him, she nuzzled him softly, kissing him, her arms tightening at his waist. “It must be me, but it is not of importance now.” 

“As you wish, precious one. Come now, let me take you home. Where you belong.” 

If she was to agree with anything, it was that. 

Nearing Vhagar, she proceeded cautiously, though the dragon looked more concerned with dozing. Such a lovely, old girl, she thought, mighty when she needed to be, but very much happy to sleep whenever she could.  

Aemond helped her aboard, taking a seat behind her so that he could clasp her sore, battered body tightly, his care once again taking over now he had her back from within the clutches of the man who had sought to bring this hurt.  

“Bring Grand Maester Orwyle to me at once!” 

His barked order was bellowed much louder than the usual strong, yet soft cadence he spoke with as soon as they entered the Red Keep later that day, servants gasping as he carried Aemella in his arms, whispers of ‘the princess has returned!’ filtering up to the high ceilings. 

“Gods be good,” Ser Eddard exclaimed, arriving with them. “What happened to the princess?” 

“Dalton Greyjoy,” Aemond seethed, his eye narrowed. “Send the Maester to our quarters and fetch the handmaidens. The princess’s comfort is of the utmost urgency.”  

Eddard moved swiftly in obedience, Aemond taking the stone staircase at a run, his long legs ascending the steps two at a time. Arriving with the quarters, the Grand Maester entered just moments after them, Orwyle ready to tend to her.  

She would not be the only Targaryen sibling his duties extended to in the coming days, but what lay ahead of him was far worse than what he treated upon that afternoon.  

“Severe bruising to the cheek bone and eye socket, but I doubt a break, princess,” he spoke quietly, gently examining her face. “Your nose was not so fortunate, but whomever re-set the bone did a sterling job of it.” Turning to the handmaidens, he ordered for hot water to be brought to him, the girl Ginny rushing to go and fill a bowl and bring it back at speed, Orwyle emptying the contents of a brown glass bottle into it and taking clean, fresh cloths to begin cleansing the cuts to her face. 

“Where else are you experiencing pain, princess?” he asked, gently dotting a healing balm to her cuts. “This too is well-stitched,” he commented, studying her cheek. 

“My thigh, my ribs and my back,” she replied, Orwyle nodding.  

“May I remove your dress to study the injuries?” he asked with courtesy, Aemella nodding. With the handmaidens help, he undressed her carefully, his eyes touring every dark, angry looking bruise. 

At seeing his wife’s pale flesh marred with shades of purple and blue, Aemond felt his anger rise sharply. What he wouldn’t give to pin Dalton Greyjoy down and inflict every last morsel of suffering upon him, too. He would enjoy such a show of brutality greatly, before feeding his useless carcass to Vhagar.  

“Love, go and fortify yourself with a rum,” Aemella advised, feeling his anger flaring with blistering heat. “Maester Owyle is doing an excellent job with my care. Go on.” 

He nodded, his shoulders tightening as he turned and walked to the living area, pouring out a large measure and sinking it in one gulp.  

“You are the wounded, and yet you still care for the prince’s wellbeing,” Orwyle whispered, smiling proudly at her. “Some things certainly do not change, princess.” He studied the bruises, lifting a different balm from his large box of items. “Some arnica balm, which as you know will expedite the bruising to flush out. Alas, I fear your rib is cracked. Tell me, are you able to walk well, move your feet and toes?” She nodded in confirmation. “And can you feel this?”  

Reaching, he gently pressed his hands against the soles of her feet. Once again, she nodded. “This too?” Each toe was squeezed, Aemella confirming that yes, she could feel the little pinches. “I feared spinal damage, but I am greatly relieved to see none.” 

Her body could have been battered to several shades worse in severity; the only thing she cared about was the tiny life she held inside, a life she knew was still well and safe. She’d anticipated perhaps she might suffer another loss, but her undergarments remained clear of all blood, and no pain blighted her abdomen.  

The brunt had been to other parts of her body, each treated by the Maester before one of the handmaidens gave her a very careful bed bath, brushing her hair and helping her dress in a fresh nightgown. 

“Do you wish for something to eat, princess? I could bring you some bread and cheese? Some of your favourite wine, too?”  

“That would be lovely, Ginny.” While she left the room, Orwyle collected his things and tidied them back into the box, advising her to remain on bed rest for a couple of days. She knew she would have to seek him out soon and inform him of her expectancy, but in order to do that, she had to reveal the happy news to her child’s father first, something she desired to do alone.  

Once by themselves, Aemond return to seat himself at the edge of their bed, smiling, taking her hands in his.  

“I have longed for this moment, to have you returned to me,” he spoke, his eternal love for her winding through every word. 

“I have, too. Both of us have, in fact.” She then moved his hand, laying it above her womb where soon, she would begin to swell. “My moonsblood did not arrive as it should have two weeks ago. You are going to be a father, darling love.” 

Aemella would never forget the way he smiled at her in that moment. A single, glimmering tear trickled down his cheek as he leaned to kiss her, his hand stroking atop of where inside his twin star, the very beginnings of their babe safely grew, blissfully unaware of the pain its parents had so recently faced.  

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[dawnoftime22]

a late date.

| T.S

Warnings: None!

Summary: After a day at the studio, Taylor decides to surprise you with something special, and you spent countless hours making conversation with her.

Word Count: 4.8k

Category: Fluff!

A/N: I was deeefinitely stuck on this fic idea for a while, but you can thank wonderful @dcfanficsgallore for giving me a beautiful written beginning to start with, or I probably wouldn't have finished this at all :]

thank you very much, I was basically stuck with writer's block and I'm probably gonna take a break for a bit<3 of course I'm okay though

| Started on 13/03/2025, 12:57 PM |

| Finished on 17/03/2025, 2:03 PM |

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"everything I do is just for you."

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As Taylor took a deep breath in, and let it go slowly, she was driving carefully, going through the road with ease.

The night was quiet, and there wasn't much traffic, but Taylor was driving home at a late hour, since her work in the studio had kept her busy all day.

A small yawn left her lips, and her eyes were half open in tiredness. Fatigue could be felt in her entire body, but there was one thing on her mind.

She couldn't wait to be back home, right in your arms again.

The car’s AC found land on her skin, giving her the temperature that was different from the freezing studio she was in. As much as it helped her from letting the adrenaline get too much, she preferred the gentle breeze in her car.

She couldn't help the smile that rose on her lips as her mind drifted off to you. You were probably sitting at home, re-watching one of your favorite films while cooking, or relaxing doing a hobby. She had the feeling that you were both tired of not seeing each other through the day, as her work demanded nearly every part of her being to be present. All, except the part of her that mostly only exists with you.

When she's cuddling you, or giving all the love in her heart. Even just sitting there, being with you. That's when she feels the most fulfilled. She could think she hasn't made 'the best album in the entire world', or having her doubts and fears, but you were right there to keep her steady.

Yet unfortunately, as of late, she didn’t have enough time to give you the attention she wanted, and it was something that she knew you deserved well of.

Soon, her mind wandered to the new restaurant that had opened. The idea of it seemed to perk her up more to focus on the streets, and she checks her watch. The time showed that it wasn't too late to make a small detour, so she turns on her blinker, making a turn.

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It was quiet within the house, a peaceful atmosphere as you cleaned up the kitchen, wiping down the counters and making sure you've washed all the utensils.

The sun had already set, so you just finished eating dinner. With a sigh, you went to pick up your phone, unlocking the screen to browse your apps.

You were too in your head to have noticed that the front door had opened, where Taylor had come home after so long.

The blonde gently closes the door, stepping to the side to put her key on the hook, the small rattling giving away the quietest noise.

She starts to smile softly as she walked further into the house, seeing you right there, standing under the gentle kitchen light. You had been living together for a while, but even seeing you just being there, doing nothing but being in the home that you shared together— She thanked the heavens that her life was like this.

Her steps were light as she made her way towards you, and once she was there, her arms gently wrapped around your waist. You jumped and turned your head instantly, but you breathed out a sigh of relief when you noticed it was her.

She giggled softly, having no intentions to make you so surprised, but you felt her nuzzle into the back of your neck. "Hi, darling..." she whispered, pressing the softest kiss at your skin.

Although you were indeed not expecting her, you were starting to feel the the weight of everything melt off your shoulders, causing you to lean back into her front, closing your eyes with a breath.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to scare you." She made sure to keep her voice low in volume, not wanting to disturb your peaceful atmosphere more than she could have already did. Then, she moved to rest her chin atop your shoulder, peeking over.

You took a deep breath in to compose yourself, letting your free hand move down to rest atop hers. "Hi, sweetheart..." you whispered softly back.

A gentle shake of your head goes by to dismiss her apology, and you added in some more worfs to reassure her. "It's okay...I was wondering when you'd come home."

She smiles softly, and her eyes travels over to your phone you still had on. It was on the messaging app, and on the screen, it was the DM that you two use in order to talk and check up on each other.

Her heart skipped a beat, realizing you were just about to text her before you even knew she was home. You turned your head a little more, giving a soft kiss to her cheek.

She felt her eyes being searched by you. You could see the tiredness in her, and her eyelids looked like they were lowering down.

"You look sleepy..." The soft gaze you just had eventually turned into small concern, and you reach up to place your hand on where your lips just were.

She shook her head gently. "I'm okay...just happy I'm with you again," she whispered, using the crook of your neck as basically her cozy little place.

A warm smile spreads across your face, the love in your eyes undeniable as the kitchen stayed in that quiet, peaceful atmosphere.

Your hand glides down to hold hers again, giving it a small squeeze to let her know you were there. "How was work, baby?" you whispered.

The way your gentle voice goes to her ears only made her melt even more against your back. She had to tighten her arms around you to keep you safely close to her. "It was less tiring than usual. I just had to sort out some merch stuff and do a photoshoot," she mumbled softly.

You raised your eyebrows at her words. "A photoshoot? We haven't gotten that in a while...can't wait for it." Slowly, you turned around, putting your hands down to her waist. She smiles softly, seeing your face in its entirety all for her to find beauty in for once.

"And merch. You'll love it, I promise." she repeats, gently putting your focus on another as she traces her finger down your eyebrow and to the edge of your eyeline. You were almost getting completely distracted from the conversation you were having.

"As long as its something I find interesting..." you murmured softly, which made her raise her eyebrows. You had to hold back a giggle, tightening your fingers on her hands.

"I'm kidding. I'm sure I'll love anything that you make, baby," you reassured her, making sure she knew it was simply a small joke. She shook her head, smiling softly.

"How was your day?" she asks, going closer to have her lips drift off to your jaw. You couldn't help but smile, deciding on tilting your head to give her a bit more access.

"It was good...mostly rest, loitering around...some hours on my hobbies," you replied, burying yourself into her hair. You could smell her perfume, sweet and gentle on the nose.

Her expressions soften, and she leaned back to see you once kore. "Sounds like a day that I wished I spent with you," she spoke quietly. Her words were in a somewhat longing manner, and those blue eyes of hers were going down to stare at the bow of your lips.

The corners of your lips raised into a warm smile, and you gave her the kiss that she certainly seemed like she needed. "We'll get it sometime, sweetheart."

She instantly leaned into it, returning the kiss for a short moment. Her lips mirrored yours, and she pulls you closer.

"Yeah...it's nearly time for my break, so we'll be able to do whatever we want soon," she whispered against you, her hand cupping the nape of your neck.

She was urging you to part your lips, and you obliged, closing your eyes to further feel the way she fit against you like a perfect puzzle piece.

It lasted only a second too less, and you nearly chased her when she pulled back, getting a small chuckle out of her. She was searching your eyes for a moment.

"Baby...I have to ask," Taylor starts softly, resting her arms side by side on your shoulders, rounded to the back of your neck. You both were still super close, and the eye contact only made your heart drum in your senses.

"Yeah...?" you whispered under your breath. The warmth only to her face, and she was beginning to smile cheekily.

"Did you make cookies without me?" Taylor finally says. You blinked, but then a giggle came out of you.

"How'd you know, you detective?" you only answered her back with a question of your own, which only confirmed her suspicions, although the boop she felt on her nose caught her off guard.

She shook off the sudden love attack and giggled herself. "The smell. It's heavenly in the kitchen, and you definitely smell like cookies," she whispered, nuzzling into your cheek to breathe in the scent.

"I mean, unless you're somehow wearing a perfume or something that smells like cookies, baby, it's still amazing." Both of your chests were shaking with quiet laughs, and you embraced her closely.

"You know...it was supposed to be a surprise. Something for you," you said, hinting off to exactly what your idea was.

She instantly leans back, perking up. "You made cookies as a surprise?" Her eyes searched yours, as if trying to find the truth and magically read your mind.

This time, your face had a wide smile spread out. "Mmnhmn..." You were nodding gently, having that look that always made her heart melt in her chest.

You let your teeth sink into your lips, your hand tracing a path down to eventually fiddle with her shirt. "I know you love baking with me, but...I thought it'd be nice for us to maybe enjoy it while watching a movie...or something? Especially since it looks like you've been more and more tired lately."

All she could do was gaze at you. "Besides, we have the other cookie recipes we've always wanted to do." You shrugged, trying to also comfort her that you both could still spend time baking together nonetheless.

And finally, she spoke again, her own smile as wide as yours were as she goes to give you an eskimo kiss. "You're so sweet, you know that?"

You were blushing at her compliment, having your eyes travel slightly away. She was practically about to squeeze your entire being for being so cute. "You know, all of that aside...you're home a little later than usual today," you pointed out gently.

She hums at your quick change, but goes along with the mention of her timing. "Mmmn...well…you know, I had some things I needed to plan too," she starts, going to gently brush her fingers down a strand of your hair.

You raised an eyebrow, finding her own change to being secretive, skeptical. "Can I ask what those...'things'...were?" The feel of her hands in your hair were definitely something to suspect, but your lips tugged into a smirk.

Her eyes glinted with a hint of mischief, but she gave a soft smile to make up for the shadow of her secret. “Well, why don’t you go dress up all nice, and we can see?"

You squinted your eyes, but gave a slow nod. “Okay...and are you already dressed or...?” You asked, noticing that she was still in the same clothes as she was this morning, where she went out for work.

Taylor breathed out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “No, sweetheart. I’ll shower and get dressed too. Just...make sure to look nice. Although for you, I don't think it'll be hard.” She added in a wink, making your heart skip a beat or more.

You felt the blood rushing warmer through your cheeks, but you looked away from her, thinking you'll absolutely faint if you stare any longer. "Okay, I’ll get ready then."

"Good. I'll be in the shower then, hm?" she says. You nod in response, watching her go to your shared bedroom and leaving you flustered in thought and curiosity before you soon follow along behind her.

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Once you were both ready, Taylor got the car keys and went out the front door, making sure to lock it carefully. After it, she turns back around to see you standing by the car.

She looks over your appearance, and begins making herself walk over to you, having that lovestruck look. "You look perfect, baby." she whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before unlocking the car.

"Says the prettiest human in this entire world," you complimented back, making her chuckle. She went around the car to open the door, going in with you.

You settled into the passenger seat, gently pulling on the seatbelt to buckle it in. As soon as the engines turned on, the car's small indicator lights brightened the text on the buttons, so you could see them clearly through the darkness.

Taylor starts to drive slowly, putting the car in gear so she could back out the driveway. You could see a random cat being surprised when she turned on the headlights, it running away and disappearing somewhere off between the houses.

"Sorry, kitty..." Taylor murmured softly— apologetically, as if it could hear her, and a small smile grew on your lips.

"At least it had some kind of light to see in the dark," you reasoned softly, relaxing in your seat to make sure you had your phone in your pocket.

The car was finally in the main road, and Taylor brings the car down the neighbourhood to start the journey. "They have night vision, you know. I almost blinded it and surprised it basically," she said.

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you at her concern, although going to gently take her hand that was on her thigh, intertwining your fingers with it to give her a reassuring squeeze.

"The cat will be okay," you whispered. She glances to you with a smile raising, then focuses back to the roads.

The night was quiet, and peaceful. Orange streetlights blurred past your window as you looked out. You kept your hands in hers, and occasionally caressed her skin with your thumb.

Taylor made gentle turns on the road that you almost couldn't tell were familiar or not. You could see she was going to the city, but it wasn't the usual path.

Sounds of the car wheels against the asphalt road filled the silence. You reached out your free hand to the digital screen, traveling it away to the music category.

A warm smile was playing on Taylor's lips as she saw you trying to change the atmosphere a little, and she let you. What made her heart swell further though, was the fact that you put on 'September', and it was the one that she made a cover of. Then, you queued the calm playlist, one that you both designed for such situations like this; a quiet drive in the night together.

The car was lighter, and comfort was in the air, radiating from the two of you as she drove. You tried to stay quiet the best you could, being patient for the surprise, but it wasn't long until you spoke up.

"...Where are we going?" you questioned with a soft tone, your chin resting on the palm of your hand as you glanced at her.

She hid a small smile, raising your intertwined hands to leave a kiss your knuckles. "You'll see," she whispered calmly.

You shook your head with a gentle look on your face, knowing full well she won't share whatever she has up her sleeve, so instead, you try to listen to the music in the car, and relish in the way her own thumb was brushing against your skin now.

The longer the minutes go by, you were starting to get bored, and it was getting late. You try to pull your hand back to yourself, but she kept it close to her body like it was hers.

You had to stifle a laugh, struggling slightly to grab your phone out the pocket of your jeans.

Then, you give up and decide to just sit there, a breath leaving you. "Are we getting any closer...?" you whispered softly into the silent air aside from the music.

She hums softly. "Almost..." She was being nearly unfair by this point, and you leaned your head against the edge of the seat.

Taylor's eyes flicker to you, and she smiled softly, noticing the small pout. "We're only a few minutes away, baby...I know you're getting tired, but hang on."

You searched her eyes. "Are you gonna give me any clues on where we're going at least?"

She thought about it for a long moment, trying to figure whether she should just reveal it to you or not. "Well...you made me cookies as a surprise, right...?" she says.

You stared at her, gazing her profile from the side. It had passing streetlights illuminating her cheeks, and showing her little features. "Yeah?"

"I thought that I'd bring you somewhere, with a special occasion that we haven't done in a while." You went through your own thoughts, lingering on her words. Arcade? No, she would have gone to the mall. Ice cream? Too late in the night. Movies?--

"We're here," Taylor said. Too lost in your thinking, you hadn't realized that you were already in a parking space, and you could see through the front window, there was a dimly lit restaurant.

"At a...restaurant?" you spoke questionably. But Taylor had already gotten out the car after turning off the engine, which made you blink at her quick exit.

Before you could even touch the door handle, it slowly opens, and you were met with an endearing smile from your lovely girlfriend.

You blushed, but got out the car with her humble help. Once she closed the door and locked the car, you naturally slipped your hand into hers.

She held it, keeping you close to her as you both went to the restaurant. "...You know its like...11 pm, right?" You said, making Taylor glance at you.

"I know," she whispers, gently bringing you with her as you walked together, the gravel underneath your shoes making sound.

You felt excitement starting to run through your veins, realizing exactly what she was planning. The restaurant, and the quietness of the place.

"...So then...wouldn't this restaurant be closing soon?" you wondered, thinking of how exactly you two would get any time to eat peacefully.

She reassured you, giving your hand a small squeeze. "It's okay, I sorted it out already," she whispers.

You wished she explained more on what exactly she did, but you trusted her enough to go walk into the restaurant.

It was completely empty aside from the staff loitering around, and some still calmly cleaning the leftover tables.

The place seemed...peaceful, and the waiter had led you to your table; a place where the window had the view of the city.

Skyscrapers of offices, layers high, and buildings were still alit in the darkness of the night. You could see all the bright billboards and ads too, but they thankfully didn't ruin the view at all.

The table already had menus set with a reserved sign that the waiter gently took away for you to have more space.

You sat down with Taylor, and instantly, you could feel how extremely comfy the seat was. You almost wanted to melt against it and sleep, but instead, you leaned forward, gazing at Taylor with a knowing look on your face.

"...So basically...you wanted to bring me on a date?" You asked cheekily, making her eyes brighten at your realization.

She smiled radiantly, and tilted her head. "Surprise," her lips whispered out with a melodic note.

"You like it?" she asks, steadily fast in adding the question, both wanting to know your thoughts and anxious over if it was the right place.

You looked around, taking in the empty tables and calm staff. The lights weren't bright to sensitive eyes, and the music wasn't loud. "Its cozy...but what'd you do?" you murmured.

Taylor grins, looking down to the table with a blush tinting her face. "...I...booked our place for the close time, but made sure to have them open longer, and empty it out first."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise at such a request she did towards a restaurant like this— it having that in between fancy, and the normal cozy, cafe-like atmosphere. "Really?"

She nods gently, gazing at your eyes. It spoke a million emotions and words that you both understood but also couldn't decipher.

"You booked this place just for us to have?" you said, searching for confirmation. She was looking down like the sweetest shy thing you've ever seen, as if she wasn't the one who set this up.

"I didn't want to have eyes on our date after so long." Her voice was quiet, but it meant everything, and spoken from her heart. It was true to what her mind's gone through countless times.

"You really are the best thing in this whole entire world," you whispered under your breath, in disbelief of her full melting love.

Soon, you took a deep breath in and opened up the menu that was already on your tables, Taylor doing the same after a moment of gazing at you.

A gentle sound of glasses clinking was somewhere in the restaurant; the waitress finishing up with picking up the last of the tableware left by the previous few guests.

You look back to Taylor, seeing her concentration as she looks through the list of foods. "Are the staff okay with it...? Working overtime, I mean."

Taylor's expression turn grateful as she looks at you, and she nods. "Don't worry. I made sure to tell them that anyone who wants to go home can, or if they don't want to go through with the plan at all, they can do that too." She paused to take a gentle breath in, turning her head slightly.

"But they accepted happily. Some of them like my music too...I think," she says, as she eyes a teenage girl by the kitchen, seeing her eyes widen slightly at the gaze.

You follow the direction Taylor was looking at as she gave a small wave. The girl almost froze before giving a wave back. Certainly a fan, or she knew of the popularity your girlfriend had.

Taylor returns her gaze back to you, and even if you wanted to linger on your thoughts, the blonde was absolutely finding each and every one of your features to admire under her starry eyes.

"Seems like both sides win then..." you whispered, trying to not focus on your heated cheeks as your eyes went back to the menu.

She smiled wider, but going to read the words on the book too, knowing all too well she had you captured with her heart in the best ways.

You both decide on your own food and drinks later on, and once Taylor confirms you were done, she calls up the waitress.

She comes up to your table right away, holding a notepad in her hands with a pen, ready to write down your orders.

You smiled softly, looking down to make sure you have the right choice. "Can I have the mac and cheese, please?" you told her.

The waitress nods, then turns to Taylor. "Of course. And...you?" she questions softly, trying her best to be normal around the singer.

Taylor simply kept her kind face, gently placing her finger on her menu. "And...I'll have the spicy penne pasta," she says, looking to the waitress.

The waitress reads the menu, but her expressions instantly turn apologetic and regretful just ever so slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry...we ran out of that type of pasta...but we have spaghetti, if you'd like?"

"Oh— Um..." Taylor went to look at the spaghetti the waitress mentioned, and her interest piqued. "Yeah, thats fine by me. Looks delicious anyway," she reassured.

You gazed at the blonde, giving her a comforting smile before putting your attention to your last order. "And...for drinks, I think I'll have myself a hot chocolate."

"Some orange juice for me please," Taylor adds in. The waitress nods, happily writing down the orders on the notepad, then making sure she could store away the menus with confirmation from you both.

"Thank you," Taylor whispered gratefully, watching her walk away to put away the paged menus and give the order to the kitchen. You leaned forward, seeing her eyes coming back to you.

She blushes when she saw your eyes, but was utterly falling for it like the first time. "You always look at me like that, you know," she said.

"Because I love you," you whispered back, unable to resist such a response that only made the pink tint on her skin turn more into red. You chuckled, resting your cheek against your hand dreamily.

"I love you, too." She watched your gentle movements and saw your gaze, and it was an absolutely adorable sight to her.

She leaned into her palm, her elbow on the table in the meanwhile. It matched yours, but on the other side. "Are you sleepy?" she whispers.

You had to breathe out a chuckle. "No...this date is making me feel like I'm the most loved human being ever..." you mumbled, your voice at times incoherent from you ending up folding your arms and burying your nose down into them, but she heard you.

"I'm still falling into bed when we get home though," you had to add in, making her giggle quietly, and she dances her fingers up the wooden table to reach your nose.

"Mmmn, as long as I don't have to carry you," she whispered playfully. You cheekily smiled, even though you knew full well she loved to always have you in her arms.

The time passes with light conversations and lovestruck gazes, along with comforting silence as you both waited for the food.

It didn't take that long really, especially since it was just your table occupied in the restaurant, but by the time the order arrives, the aroma of it filled up your senses.

"Mac and cheese...pasta, hot chocolate, and orange juice for two," the waitress says, placing it all on your table carefully before gently walking away.

You leaned in, admiring the sight in front of you. It wasn't too cheesy, and there were sausage slices to enjoy with it. Taylor looked at you knowingly, seeing your hungry look.

You didn't hesitate to dig in after starting with a small sip of your drink, gathering the macaroni before feeling it melt into your mouth deliciously.

"Best mac and cheese ever, my god," you whispered, shaking your head at the taste. It felt like one of those homemade dishes that tasted wonderful.

"Tay, we're gonna have to start getting food deliveries from here or something." You looked at her, seeing her mix up her pasta with the sauce, and she giggled softly, hearing your enjoyment of it.

"I wouldn't mind it if you like it that much," she says, having the spaghetti twirled her fork carefully, that she then took a bite of.

You gazed at her for a moment, chewing your food to slowly swallow. "I swear, you give me too much sometimes..." you whispered.

The smile on her face tells stories of your loving moments together. "Thats because you deserve the entire world, sweetheart," she said, after getting the spaghetti smoothly down her throat, which was also delicious.

You look down at the table slightly, your eyes downcast. Her own eyes soften as she caught that look of yours, and she reached out to tilt your head up gently.

"You do deserve everything, baby," she whispers under her breath, getting your eye contact to make sure you heard before placing yet another gentle boop upon your nose to lighten the conversation.

A smile rose upon your lips, and you nod gently. "Thank you..." you replied, resuming your eating.

"For...this." you gestured at the table, and looked around the restaurant, unable to even fathom the range of things she's willing to do just for you.

She chuckles. "Really, I just wanted to show you how much I love you, even if it's been a while." Her voice spoke like it was everything you ever dreamed of, and you couldn't ask for anything else. And it was true.

"Well, I love you even more for it. If that's even possible," you said, keeping the conversation while eating, and making sure not to stumble and get anything stuck in your throat.

Taylor pauses before she could get another bite on her spaghetti, having had her mouth open on the fork, and her eyes on you, but soon she spoke. "...I love you more than cats."

You smiled. "And I love you more than the entire world," you gently fought back, starting that entire thing you both always do.

"That's not surprising." She shrugs, eating the pasta. Your eyes brightened as you giggled, and you leaned back in your seat.

"Fine. I love you more than this mac and cheese," you eventually said, staring at the bowl in front of you.

She smirks, gazing at you. "Honestly, I almost thought you were going to just take that home and leave me here instead."

You actingly put a hand on your heart, gasping. "And leave you alone for something that can't even move by itself or love me?!"

She bursts into laughter, both unable to fathom the way you put your expression and words up, and finding it adorable.

"I love you, baby," she says after catching her breath, letting an exhale out in relief.

You dropped the acting from earlier, unable to resist joining in her joyous giggles. "I love you too, sweetheart."

The rest of the date went by gracefully with jokes and love, and you both were winding down to an end of it. Not to mention, you were also growing quite sleepy, as much as you enjoyed it, the moon was gleaming through the dark, making its presence known.

Taylor made sure to take a picture together with you, and for the waitress from earlier to have, having confirmed that she was a fan of hers, and it made the teenage girl's day.

The cookies you made were of course not left uneaten. You both had spent the next day relaxing with each other, cuddling and indeed watching a movie while snacking on the baked delicacy you made.

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[h0efor2ho]

DK X Reader

TW : Best friends to lovers, Oral (f) Fingering, PIV, Unprotected ( wrap it up kids ) Creampie

WC : 1.7k

You couldn't remember the moment you met Seokmin. Not the first words he said to you, not the first time he made you laugh, or smile or the first time you hung out together. And that simply is because outside of your immediate family, Seokmin is the first person you met after birth. Yup, that always gets you guys puzzled looks when you tell people. When you explain that Seokmin's mom and yours are best friends. So naturally after you were born she was one of the first people to come and visit, bringing little Seokmin along with her. 

As soon as you too could walk you two did everything together. You went to the same school, had the same friends, went on vacation with each others family's. You cant count how many sleepovers in your families living rooms you'v had. Needless to say you two were inseparable, so it wasn't a shock when your families found out you planned on going away to the same college. You two were the best of friends. 

Which is why it was no shock to your friends when you turned down plans to go to a frat party to spend the night in your apartment with Seokmin. Cuddled up on the worn out couch in your little apartment, where you had spent many nights like tonight. The room bathed in the soft glow from the movie, some horror slasher film, casting long shadows over the two of you. You had just turned your head and buried it into the side of Seokmins shoulder as something on screen jumped out at the lead actor. 

It's a second before you feel fingers cupping your chin, his long delicate fingers lifting your face up, his big brown eyes looking at you. "I can't keep pretending, Y/N," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean Min' " You ask confused. You get his answer when he leans down placing a small gentle tentative kiss to the corner of your mouth. You gasp at the contact. He pulls back slightly eyes searching yours. "I can't keep pretending that I'm okay with just being friends. I'v been in love with you for years." Your brain short circuits, eyes going wide. 

Seokmin, your best friend of your whole life just confessed his feelings for you. All the years flash before your eyes, all the times he's made you laugh, all the times he's ditched his friends to hang out with you, all the times he's been there letting you cry on his shoulder. All the times you had noticed his looks change over the years, growing into his handsome face. The times you took note of his body after he started going to the gym. All the times his touch made your heart flutter, or the sound of his laugh made your stomach do this flippy thing.  But you always pushed those feelings down. Fear of rejection making you scared to lose him. 

He clears his throat, your silence giving him an answer he thinks. "I... I'm sorry.... I'll go." He quickly stands up, going to make his way to the door. You spring up following him, grabbing his wrist "Wait!" Slowly he turns, looking from where you grip his wrist up to your face.  "I.. Dont go" you say. Your hand sliding down to interlock your fingers with his. An act you have done countless times but this time having renewed meaning. "I.. I don't want you to leave" you say, your heart pounding in your chest. "The truth is, I have loved you for years. I'v never said anything because you mean so much to me and I didn't want to ruin our friendship." 

He takes a step toward you, hand coming up to cup your face, leaning in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let me show you, how I'v dreamed of ruining this friendship" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. Before you can say anything he crashes his mouth to yours. The kiss is fierce and demanding and full of need. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck, and lace your fingers through his dark hair. His hands roamed your body, pulling you closer, his desire evident against your hip. You gasp when he dips down, hands cupping your thighs and lifting you into his arms, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

He walks the two of yo back to the couch, softly laying you down. Breaking the kiss, his eyes never leaving yours as he placed his hands on the hem of your shirt, his eyes asking the silent question. You shake your head yes, giving him the go ahead. Slowly he pulled your shirt over your head. Your body on fire as he slipped a hand under your bra, his fingers tracing circles around your nipples, sending shivers down your spine, before his hands move to the back to unclasp it, pulling it away from your body. 

You can feel his hands slightly tremble as he cups your bare chest. You watch as he leans down, taking your nipple into his mouth giving it a harsh suck before flicking it with his tounge. Your back aching at the sensation as a moan slips past your lips. He leans over and give your other nipple the same attention. After a few minutes he begins to pepper your chest with kisses as his hands moved to the waist of your jeans. "Please" you whimper out. You didn't realize how bad you'r body had been yerning for his.

His fingers unbutton them with a swift motion before pulling them down and off you completely. His hands moving to your knees to spread your legs open wide for him. Slowly sliding up your thighs, his eyes taking in every exposed inch of your skin till his hands meet the apex of your body. His thumb gliding over your pantie covered center.  "Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, his fingers pressing into the fabric. "You're so wet."

He knelt between your legs as he pulled your panties to the side exposing your core to him, his eyes devouring your naked body. "I've dreamt about this for years," he said, his voice thick with desire as he leaned in, his tongue flicking against your clit. A moan you didnt even think you were capable of slipping past your lips as your back arches off the couch. He lapped at your pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of you. His prominent nose bumping into your clit as his tongue pocked at your entrance. 

"You taste so fucking good," he groaned, his lips vibrating against your clit. He sucked it into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it, as your hands gripping the couch cushions for support. Slowly he slipped two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm. "I need you to cum before I can fuck you baby," he murmured, his fingers curling inside you hitting that sweet spot. Your body trembling as you neared the edge, his fingers and tongue working magic on you. All it takes is one more flick of his tongue over you clit before he sends you over the edge. Body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you, gushing all over his fingers as your core tightens around them.

Slowly he eased his fingers out your entrance. You watch through half lidded eyes as he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean. "God you are the best thing I've ever ever tasted." He says as he stands up. You watch as he starts pulling off his shirt, the abs he's worked hard for on display disappearing into his jeans. You watch as he revels more and more of his body to you as he undos his pants, tugging them down his hips. Your mouth waters as his cock springs free. Hard and throbbing and the pretty pink tip oozing pre cum.

He kneels down between your legs, his cock nudging against your entrance. "Please Min'" You whine out, opening your legs wider for him "Need you so bad" "Fuckkk" he groans as he slides the tip of his cock through your slick folds, bumping your clit before slotting himself at your entrance again. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he growled. His eyes locked on yours as he slammed into you, his cock filling you completely. You cried out, your body stretching to accommodate him. "Fuck your so tight" He moans "I'm not gonna last long" He pulled out till just the tip was in you before slamming back in. 

He sets a brutal pace as his cock pumps in and out of your cunt. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his pace quickening. He pounds into you, his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. Your body trembling as another orgasm builds, your nails digging into the hard plain of his back. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue as he explores your mouth. "I need to feel you cum on my cock," he growled against your lips. Reaching between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. He rubs tight circles, as his cock brutally pounds away at you. Its not long before your crying out, your body shaking as you cum all over his cock.

"Fuck yes, thats it baby, squeezing my cock" he moans "Fuck, FUCK" he groans as his thrusts become erratic. You feel his cock twitching deep in you as he slams home and stills. Filling you with ropes of his hot cum. He collapses on top of you, his body slick with sweat as he places soft kisses to the side of your face. Slowly he pulls out of you, being extra careful after you wince at the loss of his length. He rolled over to lay next to you before pulling you into his arms.

"That was....amazing" You panted, your body still trembling as you lay on his chest. He smiled down at you, his eyes shining with satisfaction. He held you close, his heart beating in sync with yours. "So, what now?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. He smiled, his eyes shining with love. "Now I can tell my mom to stop hounding me about confessing to you and asking you out" he laughs. "She knew!?" you ask joining in on his laughter. "Oh yes" he says "Which means your mom does too."  "Oh boy, at this rate we might as well start planning our wedding" you joke. "Yeah, we might as well" he says as he lays a kiss to your forehead. 

[florida3exclamationpoints]

SHES JUST THE SWEETEST LITTLE BABY GIRL!!!!! AND IM SEEING HER AGAIN TOMORROW!!!!!!!

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[feelgoodinct]

nsfw, mdni.

simon becomes an absolute dog when he sees you in his shirt.

cw: possessive simon, sex on carpet (ouch), unprotected p in v, creampie, size kink (?).

simon is a good roommate. he’s organized, clean, pays rent on time, and minds his own space. the only thing is—roommate is hot. stupidly hot. you know he doesn’t have a girlfriend and he’s never once brought back a girl let alone mentioned one. you figured your little crush on him would pass like all the other (it does not). you start dropping hints that you find him attractive. like wearing your tightest tops, brushing your ass against him while reaching for a cup, even leaving one of your lacy thongs to mix in with his laundry. he never bites the bait. you start to think that maybe he just doesn’t find you attractive or even worse he finds you creepy. so you tuck your schoolgirl crush away into the cavity of your chest.

you close the washer with your hip, cradling your laundry basket back to your room. you hear the familiar turn of your front door lock letting you know simon is home from his morning gym session.

you pad into the living room to ask simon if he needed any clothes washed. simons back is turned from you when he begins to slip off his trainers, dropping his gym at the foot of the door.

“need any clothes washed? i’m starting a load up right now.” you ask eyeing the movement of back muscle underneath his compression shirt.

he finally turns to you and starts to respond “nah don’t think-“ before he snaps his mouth shut when he sees what you’re wearing. “that mine?” his voice gruff, it’s his army issued shirt that is long enough to cover your shorts. a deep green color that frays at the hem and has his last name in bold at the back of it. you notice he’s staring at the worn fabric waiting for an answer.

you look down, “oh yeah. sorry was doing laundry found this in hamper. my clothes are in the wash. hope that’s okay?” you sound apologetic like you just did something unforgivable. jesus christ what were you thinking wearing his shirt without asking. you shift trying to ease your embarrassment.

he’s on you in three short strides. making a noise between a growl and snarl. you don’t know how or when you both ended up on the living room floor. frankly, it’s the last thing on your fucking mind now that you’re on your knees cheek pressing into the shag carpet. you can feel the heat of his stare between your legs. you get a glimpse of your shorts and panties strewn across the floor leaving you in his shirt. you wait with bated breath for him to touch you. you wiggle your hips in a silent plead to get him to do something, anything…everything.

he gives the flesh of your ass a heavy smack that has you clenching around nothing. “be good now.” is all you hear before the sting leaves an angry red mark that you know is gonna leave you wincing for the next week. simon smooths a hand over the back of your (his) shirt making a noise in the back of his throat.

you hear shuffling behind you before you feel the head of him catch on to your opening making your mouth gape like a fish out of water. he groans at the contact, kneading the fat of your hips, before he presses in painfully slow with a hiss. you whimper into the carpet, fists balling, feeling hot all over. your cunt pulses trying to make room for him inside your womb.

“i know. i know, pretty girl. almost there.” simon bites back a hiss when you clench at his words. you think you might die like this. laid out on ugly apartment carpet trying to take simon’s cock. you could cry with relief when you feel simon’s balls meet your clit letting you know he’s all the way in. simon lets out a guttural sound bordering on animalistic at the sight of you speared open on his cock, last name across your back, absolutely crying for it.

he fists the bottom of the shirt to keep you still and eases his hips back just to sink back in slowly. the pressure in your navel hurts so good it’s starting to make you dizzy. simon sets a pace that has you trying to cant your hips back to meet his thrusts. he lays a heavy palm in the middle of your back, just under the boldened ‘RILEY’, keeping you pinned giving you no choice but to take what he gives you.

“prettiest fuckin girl i ever seen. gonna give this cunt the proper treatment she deserves, yeah?” he bends his left leg, somehow sliding in deeper. there’s no doubt that you can feel him in your lungs. “s’deep simon.” you slur, reaching a hand back to weakly press against his stomach. he chuckles at the act taking both wrists into one of his hands pressing them at the small of your back, forcing you into a deeper arch. you sob at the change in angle. your nipples being rubbed raw by the friction of his thrusts.

“needed this real bad, huh? don’t worry baby. i’ll make sure you don’t go without it again. wearing those tiny tops think i didn’t notice.” his voice rough and deep behind you. “uh huh.” you reply without a second thought, you don’t even care that you’ve been drooling into the carpet or that you’ve been caught. simon gives a deep chuckle at how pliant you’ve become just from some good dick.

he knows your close by the increasing volume of your sounds. he never lets up his pace determined to give you his all. “where?” he asks in a quick breathe. you take a few seconds to register his words. “huh?” you manage to squeak out. “where do you want me, pretty thing?” he says in an almost pained voice. the gears turn in your head before you speak up “inside. want it inside. m’clean. pill.” resorting to short clipped words. you beg, as if you have to, simon thinks.

your orgasm comes hard and fast leaving you sobbing out garbled version of please and simon. simon is not far behind burying himself as deep as your bodies will allow and comes inside with a pinched “oh fuck.” he pulls out with a pop and watches his spend leak down your slit leaving a small puddle on the floor that he knows he’ll have to scrub out later.

simon pats your backside affectionately. “don’t think we’ll be doing any laundry today” he says with a grin that makes you giggle. “yeah, don’t think so.”

[angelfic]

jason todd x reader

warnings — mentions of size/body image, jason being insecure… and also sexy. also this is unedited as per usual. other than that, nothing!

a/n; im gonna bite his bicep like that’s all i have to say. enjoy <3

JASON TODD is huge.

the man is over 6 feet of pure muscle so it doesn’t matter how tall you are, he’s bigger than you and he’s very aware of it.

when he’s red hood, being so large is a tactical advantage. he feels strong and in charge and practically unbeatable.

when he’s jason, he feels uncomfortable and noticeable and that’s the last thing he wants or needs. he doesn’t stop working out, because not only does he need something physical to relieve his stress, but he also can’t afford not being jacked as fuck. how the hell else is he supposed to be as scary as he is as red hood.

instead, he overcompensates by wearing darker colours, slightly oversized hoodies, not always standing up at his full height. it doesn’t do that much, the sheer size of him is a little hard to fully hide, but it makes him feel a little better.

when you come into the picture, things slowly start to change.

every time he hugs you, it’s instantly a mood booster for you because of how safe it feels with his arms wrapped around you, shielding you from the world for a few minutes. the way you sigh and melt into the hug has him smiling, a little shyly, as he holds you closer.

whenever you need him to get you something off a high shelf, he happily obliges and loves feeling useful. more than that, he loves how you always thank him by gently running a hand down his chest. “what would i do without you?” you say, sincerely, because you know he needs to hear it sometimes. and when you drop a kiss to his forearm as he sets the object down, he’s suddenly glad that he’s taller than you and he starts standing a little straighter.

the first time you hold up his hand against yours to compare sizes, you find yourself grinning at the difference. jason finds himself thinking about how small your hand is instead of how large his own is. and when you interlock your fingers with his, that’s all he’s focusing on.

sometimes, when your eyes are locked on your phone as you’re walking the busy streets of gotham and letting jason guide you around with your hand in his, he’s having to grab your waist to stop you bumping into someone or something. “careful,” he mutters, but his mind has gone blank and all he’s thinking about is his large hands around your waist and his pulse is racing. he feels like a creep until you turn around to give him a sheepish smile and thank him, placing your hands on his to keep them around your waist. he doesn’t miss the way you’re glancing down and biting your lip.

with jason around, you never have to do any heavy lifting, but of course you’re going to try sometimes. when you buy a cute new coffee table and it arrives when he’s out on patrol, you physically can’t wait to open and buid it. that bit is easy enough, but you find yourself cursing when you realise you stupidly built it on the other side of the room. “uhm, what do you think you’re doing?” jason asks, leaning in the doorway, red hood helmet in between his arm. you’re breathing heavily, arms pinned awkwardly at your sides as you were trying a new approach of throwing your body weight against the table to shift it. you slump, looking up at him with a pout.

“it’s heavier than i thought,” you admit. jason crosses the living room in two giant strides.

“you’re gonna hurt yourself,” he says, lifting the entire thing with both hands on either side and effortlessly placing it in front of the couch. he looks at you for approval in case you want it elsewhere and finds that you’re staring at him, slack jawed. he frowns, crossing his arms over, vigilante suit still on. “what…?”

“that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say, shamelessly. he grins, shaking his head at the way you’re completely serious, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away. “no, seriously, you need to run before i pounce on you.”

his favourite thing is your habit of falling asleep on him when you’re watching tv and he often needs to pick you up to take you to bed. sometimes, you start to stir, halfway to the bedroom and you sleepily blink up at him before wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “you’re so strong,” you mumble against his shoulder, your voice soft with drowsiness. jason’s heart clenches.

jason starts standing at his full height just so he can see you craning your neck to look at him, giving him the excuse to lift you up onto the counter which often results in you wrapping your legs around his waist and engaging a make out session.

he starts to wear t-shirts instead of large hoodies when he goes to the gym, just so he can hear you wolf whistle as he walks to the door, running over to kiss him goodbye and giving his biceps a squeeze.

day by day, jason finds himself more comfortable with just being him. and he’s even happier than he gets to be himself with you.

a/n cont.; the red hood mask stays ON during sex

[stargirlygirl]

imagine ex-boyfriend katsuki who is desperate to show you how much he’s changed. who is sitting in your living room late into the night waiting for you to come home. and when he finally hears the jangle of your keys, he’s uncertain if he’s ready to plead for your forgiveness.

you flick on the light and drop your bag by the door, sighing. as you turn around, you run your hands through your hair. sad, red eyes meet your wide ones and you scream in fright.

“KATSUKI!” your hand clasps over your erratic heart as your chest rises and falls. you shake your head in disbelief.

you stutter, “w-what’re you doing here?” he looks away, gathering his courage.

he grunts, “why’re you home so late? you never get back this late.” you stare at him in shock, blinking dumbly as you try to register his words.

“katsuki what the fuck?! it’s none of your goddamn business! now get out!” you yell at him. he sighs, hearing your words and seeing that furrow between your brows. you stalk over to him, hands on your hips as you stare down at him.

you grumble, “how did you get in here?!” tch. he pulls something out of his pocket and holds it up to the golden light. your spare key.

you exclaim, “you still have that?! katsuki.” you gaze to the side, noticing how your cushions are positioned neatly on the couch, a contrast to this morning.

you huff, “you can’t be here, katsuki. we’re over. that’s it, okay? i know it’s hard but what’s done is done—”

“i’m not done with you,” he grunts.

you shake your head, “well, i’m done with you. so get out!” he sighs. you gaze at him harshly, seeing the dark circles beneath his eyes and the mess that is his hair.

he mumbles, “ya know, i texted you every day. every single day. why didn’t you ever respond?”

you scoff, “because i blocked you, katsuki! god, can you just get out, please?” you step back as he stands up. you gulp nervously as he steps toward you. you forgot just how tall he is.

“katsuki—” he pulls you into his arms and holds you firmly. you wriggle in his grasp, shoving at his chest and cursing at him to let go. but he doesn’t budge an inch.

he mutters in your ear, “i missed you, baby. missed you so much. i know you need me right now, so let me take care of you… the way i should have when you were still mine.” his grip on you tightens, hands pressed flush into your back. you give up on trying to escape him.

if you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve missed him too. these past few months have been hard for both of you. but it would have been harder if you let him continue taking you for granted.

you sigh as you rest your head on his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat. you let your mind drift back to those good times before everything fell apart. waking up to the familiar warmth of his body next to yours, his delicious cooking, his soft eyes only for you. you breathe out shakily.

you mumble, “it doesn’t work like that, suki. you don’t just get a second chance.” you feel his arm muscles flex around you.

he clears his throat before saying low, “i know, honey. i know i just… fuck. there isn’t one day i don’t think about you. i regret losing you. i promise you that i’ve changed. that this time i’ll—”

“katsu—”

“just!” his voice cracks as he continues, “just give me tonight then. to show you how much i love you. please.” you inhale his musk, letting it fill your lungs and burn them. you pull back and gaze up at him. his gaze is so sad and vulnerable, like an abandoned kitten left out on a rainy winter night.

you gulp before whispering, “just for tonight.” he nods solemnly as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, sealing all of his unsaid emotions inside it.

time stills for the next few hours as katsuki makes your favourite dinner (he stocked up your fridge) and showers with you. his touch is gentle as he soothes moisturiser into your face (he’s got your skincare routine memorised).

just like old times, you cuddle up in bed together. you sigh into his warmth for the nth time tonight. he holds you close and strokes your hair, lulling you to sleep.

and when you wake up, he’s still there, just like you always wanted him to be.

[missdynamighttt]

all i can think about is mean, pro hero! katsuki giving me backshots, man ☹️

you and katsuki were constantly at each other's throats, whether it was at hero work or at social gatherings. you couldn't stand each other, always arguing and sniping at one another.

but one night, after a few drinks at a work thing, some boring event. something happened. maybe it was just all the tension building up and you simply didn't notice because... you somehow ended up at his place, stripped naked, and honestly? it was mind-blowing.

"hey!" you pant desperately, whimpering from how firmly he grips on your hips. your hands grip onto his couch tightly as your knees hit the soft material. "loosen up a little, my hips are bleeding!"

katsuki's been on edge all day, his mind filled with images of you, wearing your tight fitted clothes that hugged your curves just right, and those high heels that make your legs look endless.

it didn't make it any better when you approached him too, too drunk to even remember where you live, getting you safe in his place and pushing aside your differences for now. maybe a little too much.

"what'cha talking about? i'm not gripping you hard enough," katsuki grins almost devilishly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continues to slam into you from behind, admiring the warm red marks on your hips.

the alcohol earlier long left his system and yours. all he's drunk on now is the feeling of you clenching down on him, whimpering from beneath him. his hands hold onto your love handles as he pulls you into him, your sweet moans echoing in his ears.

he leans in close, breathing heavily, his voice low and rough. "besides.. you like it when i ram into you like this, don't cha?"

"god, you're insufferable," you huff out, frustration and a hint of vulnerability in your moans. "you're such a... fucking asshole."

katsuki grins at your reaction, his fingers sinking deeper into your skin. its not enough for him, the pleasure hes giving you. seeing as you're still being a bitch. more can't hurt, right?

a hand reaches forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back, a sick twisted feeling in him as he watches you struggle to take him.

"watch it, woman." he grunts, his balls twitching as it slams against your pillowy folds. it felt like heaven as he slams his cock hard into your warm cunny, after putting up with your ass for so, so long.

"you knew what you were doing when you decided to show up in that tight little dress. you've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

your yelp of surprise quickly turns into a gasp of pleasure as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls it back firmly. you try pouting at him but can't keep the moan fully suppressed from your lips.

"not my fault you..." you manage to huff out, your voice filled with irritation and undeniable craving. "get turned on like a pathetic little teenager..."

katsuki laughs at your comment, his laughter quickly turning into a low, growl as he continues to thrust into you. he knows you're taunting him, trying to rile him up. and it's working.

"oh yeah? what makes you think i'm the pathetic one here, hah?" he pauses, landing a hard smack on your ass, earning another yelp from you before holding onto your hips again.

"you're the one on all fours here, getting fucked by me like a dog because you're too needy to wait til we got to bed..."

"don't act like you're any better," you retort, voice shaky with pleasure. "hypocrite.."

he scoffs, giving your hair another firm tug. "i can't help it if you looked that good, brat... besides, you love how much i want you. you love knowing how much i fuckin' need you. don't try to deny it..."

katsuki gives you another smack, this time a little harder. you whimper weakly, face flush with embarrassment as he continues his relentless assault on your cunt.

"you're... hah," you mewl out, voice trembling. "delusional... obsessed."

katsuki laughs again, the sound rough and low in his throat. "yeah, i am. its a real problem. can't help it if you're the only woman that gets me going like this. but you love it."

you muffle your moans by covering your mouth with your hand, your attempts to suppress your growing ecstasy proving very ineffective.

"you're just.. a horny jerk.." you gasp between breaths, the words coming out in a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "all you are to me is an...easy lay."

katsuki grunts, feeling your words hit him like a punch in the gut. he knows you're trying to push his buttons, to get him to snap.

and it was working.

he tugs roughly on your hair, his eyes narrowing as he glares down at you.

"oh, you think i'm just an easy lay, huh? someone you can use whenever you need to, but then you can toss me aside when you're done? is that what you think i am?"

you can barely speak as he goes rougher on you, your words broken up by moans and gasps of pleasure as his cock bullies your cervix.

your eyes are closed, head thrown back, and all you can get out is a desperate repetition of "no," and "sorry," as you mewled with pleasure and submission.

katsuki loosens his grip on your hair a bit, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as you moan from underneath him.

he loves the way your voice trembles when you apologize, how you get all sweet and vulnerable when he's got you like this.

it's like you're a totally different person when you're not fighting and arguing, and he can't get enough of it.

"yeah? you sorry, huh?" he lands another hard smack on your ass again, another whimper rolling off of your tongue. "you sorry for callin' me names, sayin' things to piss me off?"

"yes, yeah, 'm...sorry... bakugo," you repeat through gasps of pleasure, almost pleading and surrendering to him. "...'m sorry..."

katsuki lets out a low growl, feeling something in his chest tighten at the sound of his name on your lips, your voice soft and vulnerable.

he's not used to seeing you be submissive, his grip on your hips tightening again. what he's used to is you calling him by his name, always in a tone full of sarcasm and irritation. but hearing his name from you, spoken like that...

it's driving him absolutely feral.

"tch. sorry enough to let me do whatever i want to you?" he mutters, his voice rougher than usual, massaging your doughy ass.

you nod, head bobbing up and down feverishly, your face hot from embarrassment. your chest rises and falls as you pant, feeling desperate and needy, the sounds of your rapid breaths echoing in the room.

"yeah? whatever i want?"

"shit— yeah.. anything.. just get on with it, dammit.."

katsuki's eyes narrow as he stares down at you, a sly grin spreading across his face. he knows exactly what he wants, and he can already tell it's going to catch you off guard.

"anything, huh? lean back a little f'me."

you bite down on your lip, contemplating what his next move might be before you gingerly get up on your knees, leaning back against him. you feels his chest pressed firmly against your back, the heat from his skin sinking through you.

katsuki grins, his hand letting go of your hair, moving down to your hips, using his grip to arch you back against him. his other hand grips your chin, angling your head back so he can look you in the eye. he stares down at you for a moment, his gaze intense, his face so close to yours.

then, without warning, he closes the distance between you, his lips crashing down on yours.

you gasp into the kiss, the sound muffled and lost in a tangle of messy, desperate need. you struggle to keep up with the kiss, overpowered by the relentless pace he sets.

as rough as he was, it felt vulnerable. strangely sweet. your lips part and a soft moan escapes, your body shivering and trembling against his.

his tongue pushes into your mouth as he kisses you deeply, desperately, his hands roaming over your body like he can't get enough of you.

he's wanted this for so long, but he never imagined it would feel this good.

katsuki's kisses become more feverish, his hands moving down to your hips, guiding you against him as his body presses against you from behind.

he breaks the kiss with a ragged breath, pushing you down against the couch, your face pressed into the cushions. his hand finds your scalp again, tugging on your hair again as he watches his cock sink deeper into your pussy.

"shit... was that what you were expecting?"

you cry out, the sound muffled by the couch. your body shudders and writhes, your hands clenching into tight fists as you shakes your head, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

"n-no.."

"figured.. but i'm willing to bet you liked it anyway."

you scoff, trying to feign annoyance or irritation, but there's no mistaking the flush on your cheeks or the way your body trembled when he kissed you.

you can't deny the intense and silent yearning when he kissed you, the way it makes you crave his rough touch, the temptation to melt into his arms all too strong despite your resistance.

"oh, you can deny it all you fuckin' want, but your body is tellin' me something different," katsuki grins, watching your body betray your feigned annoyance."act like you hate me, i don't give a shit. but i know you love this."

you pant out weakly, voice trembling and quavering as you whimper. "you're so... damn... mean."

katsuki chuckles, his grip on your hips tightening further as he grinds against you.

"that's right. i'm the worst, aren't i? and yet here you are, drippin' wet on my dick, all because of me."

his rough treatment of you, the way he makes your body shiver and quiver, his dirty, filthy words egging you on, has you trembling and embarrassed, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure.

every muscle in your body tensed, your back arching against him as a cry escaped you. you were close. so, so close.

"bakugo, please... i.. i'm... gonna...." you moan out as you push your ass onto his abdomen, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you take everything he gives you.

katsuki's body shivers as you moans out his name, the sound sending a wave of electricity through him.

"tch, already?" he clicks his tongue at you, deliberately slowing down the pace. you let out a strangled whine, your body shaking in his grip. "c'mon, you better not get off now... i'm not done with you yet."

"bakugooo... i'm close... please..." you mewled, pleading and needy. "please, i need... i need... " you can't even finish the sentence, your mind consumed with the single-minded desire for him. and his dick.

"begging now, huh? what happened to all that attitude? did i fuck it out of ya that fast?"

"you fuckin' wish... shit... i don't care anymore... just make me feel good, please..."

your body trembles against him, shaking with need and desperation. you're pleading, begging him to give you what you need. you can't even form a coherent thought anymore, your mind fogged up raw, unrelenting need. the need for him.

"you really need it that badly?" katsuki coos almost condescendingly, loving how much you're falling apart beneath him. "you're shaking like a fuckin' leaf. this tight little pussy clenching down on me... you're pathetic."

"fuck, fuck, i'm sorry," your gasps and moans have evolved into a desperate whimpers and needy whines, your body shaking as tears stream down your face. "just need you.. need you so much, please.."

the pleasure overwhelms you, feeling like you're going to come apart at the seams. your body quivers uncontrollably against him, like a puppet whose strings are held by his every touch.

katsuki's mind is swimming, overwhelmed by the sight of you falling to pieces beneath him. he looks down at you, taking in her quivering, desperate state. he's never seen you so vulnerable, so needy for him. it's a sight he didn't know he needed to see.

he gently pulls you up from the couch, using his hand on your wrist. he leans over to you, his lips fanning over your ear, his breath warm on your skin.

"look at me, princess. let me kiss you again."

he calls you princess, not just because of your bratty and entitled demeanor, but because deep down, he wants to treat you like one.

he wants to pamper and spoil you, wrap you in luxurious silk sheets and never let you want for anything.

but admitting that was not easy for him.

so he covers it up, telling himself it's just your attitude that earned the nickname, not any weird, hidden desires.

your face is flushed, feeling embarrassed by his simple request and the intimacy of the moment. but the pleasure he's given you leaves your body and mind too fogged to object. with a breathless gasp, you turn to face him.

katsuki's eyes rake over your face, taking in all of you. for a moment, he looks at you with an expression you've never seen on his face before.

it's softer, gentler than his usual cocky grin or mean glare.

he leans in close, his face a few inches away from yours, his eyes fixated on your lips. slowly, he closes the distance between them, his mouth capturing yours in a surprisingly tender kiss.

as your lips met, it's like the world melts away. it's a feeling so unfamiliar to both of you, but at the same time, it feels so unbelievably right.

you gasp as he pulls away, the sudden absence of his touch leaving you with a pang of emptiness, your body still trembling and buzzing with need.

you want more. but you can't ask him that.

his eyes are fixed on your face, watching your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment as you meet his gaze. he can't help but chuckle, his usual cocky smirk back on his face.

"what, you gettin' all shy on me? after everything we've done tonight, this is what does it for you?"

"shut up..." you click your tongue, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but it's quickly unraveling when he starts his relentless pace again.

your words are broken between gasps and moans as he goes harder, your body arching needily against him. "oh, fuck.. yes, bakugo... please, 'm.. gonna..."

"yeah? you gonna cum for me, princess?" he grins, landing another hard smack on your ass. "you gonna cum all over this dick?"

katsuki's breath hitches at your nod and whiny pleas, his body shuddering against you. he can feel how close you are, and he's not sure how much longer he can hold on himself.

"cum for me, princess. wanna feel you clenching down on me, c'mon..."

at his words, you completely shatter against him, your body trembling, vibrations sending down his body as you whimper and moan against him. your gummy walls clamp down on his cock, painting your insides a creamy white of your own.

katsuki watches you unravel from beneath him, clicking his tongue when he feels close. he pulls his cock out of you, stroking it feverishly.

"fuck," he groans, spurting his thick seed onto your back, digging his nails into your hips.

you huff, chest heaving with each breath as you look back at him, clear frustration and arousal on your face.

"why didn't you.. cum inside?" your voice is a breathless whisper, filled with both annoyance and a hint of pleading need.

his eyes widen a little, his face flush as he lets out a breathless chuckle. "did you want me to?"

he reaches down, his fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle. it's such a contrast from the rough way he treated you earlier, like a completely different side of him.

you scoff and look away, trying to hide the truth behind a pout. even the act of looking away feels like a betrayal to what you truly wanted.

"hmph. why would i want something like that..."

katsuki grins at your defiant expression, loving the feign indifference. he reaches out, tilting your chin up so you're looking at him again.

"you can admit it, y'know. i won't make fun of you."

you pout, as if trying to act like the thought hadn't crossed your mind before. but your words betray your feigned disinterest, cheeks flushed.

"maybe i do. do it inside next time."

his smirk falters a little, showing that gentle look in his eyes again like he's surprised, but not displeased, at your implication.

"you want a next time, princess?"

"yeah... unless, this is a one-time thing?"

it's a question that betrays you, giving him a peak of what you realled wanted. you're trying to sound casual, but the subtle tremble of your voice nearly gives you away.

katsuki notices the tremor in your voice, the hint of vulnerability behind the cool facade. he can tell when you're putting up that tough exterior.

"you really think I'd be done with you after just one night?" he chuckles, his hand moving down to your, rubbing the hot red nails marks.

"oh," your cheeks flushed, embarassed by his words. but you could feel your heart beat hard against your chest as you realize what he meant. "so.. will there be a next time?"

katsuki grins down at you, his hand roaming over you body, still taking in the sight of you, flushed and breathless beneath him.

even if he didn't want to (but deep down, he did), he found it nearly impossible to deny you. it was as if you had some sort of power, a hold on him that made his usual attitude falter.

he was caught, wrapped around your finger, a puppet to your whims, unable to do anything but surrender to you.

and he wanted nothing else.

"oh, there will definitely be a next time, princess. i'm nowhere near done with you yet."

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