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[recareels]

✩°｡⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞! ⋆｡°✩

anonymous wrote: how would the boys react with a reader that likes to nibble them?

characters: ajax/tartaglia, kamisato ayato, thoma, alhaitham

notes: aaah this was really fun anon thank you for your question! happy valentine’s day everyone!!

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, biting, bruising, blood, minimal prep, daddy kink, sadism, dom/sub power/relationship dynamics, a mention of dacryphilia in ajax’s, reader is female

words: 1.5k

✧˖°. 𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐱 | 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚 .°˖✧

ajax has a huge biting kink and absolutely will bite you back at least twice as hard. he likes to make it a game of sorts; who can bite the hardest? who can stand it the longest? who will give in/give up first? who will finally cry out in pain? who can conjure pretty little crystalline drops of hedonistic agony in the other’s eyes, adorning thick eyelashes and soft cheeks? who can break skin and draw blood first? who can leave the biggest, deepest, harshest bruised bite? and when it’s finally over, when he inevitably comes out on top, emerges as the winner, he likes to compare battle wounds, making little comments in that soft, sweet, awe-stricken voice before taking polaroids of the prettiest marks—immortalizing them for safekeeping, kept between the pages of an old, worn journal—and dating them with little notes in that signature spiky slanted handwriting, thoughts scrawled in black sharpie across the bottom border.

it’s routine, ritual, at this point, for him to take his time appreciating each and every wound he’s carved into your flesh, tracing the indents of his teeth, all thirty-two of them, with his index finger in the most loving, gentlest caresses. lips journey across the map of his creations with docile little kisses—ghosts of adoration that skim and stroke your marred skin, flesh still oozing crimson and flowering a scattered collection of oceanic bruises, all violet and charcoal and deep azure—before he dips into them with his tongue, laving over them and filling the tiny craters with viscous saliva, sticky and thick.

but despite his inherent sadism, he is an absolute king at aftercare, tending to both your wounds and his own with the utmost devotion as murmured praises pour in endless streams from his lips. the sentiments wash over your body in seamless conjunction with his hands, purifying you in every sense, his words like a soothing salve as his fingers work diligently, cleaning and bandaging, patching up and healing your wounds.

✧˖°. 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 .°˖✧

he laughs, low and smooth and drenched with condescension, as if your sharp teeth sinking into his flesh are nothing more than the tickle of a feather, as if it’s so cute that you think you can hurt him, that you think you can have any affect on him at all. you should know better, really; ayato is masterful at controlling his emotions and reactions, and the chances of conjuring a genuine response that isn’t carefully curated and constructed is slim. you know better than to break the skin, though, know better than to ever leave a mark darker than something that won’t fade within fifteen minutes, that if you do it’s an instant spanking for you—or worse, depending on the severity of the wound.  

it’s cute, he tells you, that you want to mark up Daddy so much, claiming your territory and stamping him as yours. but he promises you can do that in other ways that don’t induce public speculation on what he does in his personal life, he’s sure.

you agree, for the most part, hating the impermanence of bruises and bite marks irregardless and preferring something that is much more concrete, something that makes a statement, bold and firm and uneraseable. but this doesn’t stop the edges of your teeth scraping along his skin—his jaw and his neck and the exposed notches of his collarbone—because it was never really about that, was it?

no, of course not. because you only get this way, suddenly voracious and starved for his flesh, suddenly compulsive and desperate to gnaw on his bones, when he’s busy, when you’re sat on his lap and snuggling into his chest after begging and crying and swearing you’ll be good, when he’s entirely disregarding your presence in favour of the thick manila folders on his desk and the weathered documents between his fingers.

you both know he could ignore it if he wanted to, could resist giving into your pathetic little demands for attention with the utmost ease, unbothered and unfazed by the little pricks of pain your nips and nibbles conjure, but that isn’t very fun.  

a hum of mock contemplation vibrates against his ribs, his voice deep and decadent, dark and dangerous as he murmurs out a warning. “do you think it’s wise to bite Daddy while he’s trying to do work, baby? you promised you’d behave if he let you stay with him, but you’re not behaving in the slightest, are you?”

no, you’re not, and he’s going to fucking do something about it. because that’s what good Daddy’s are supposed to do, isn’t it?

✧˖°. 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚 .°˖✧

moans, loudly. he tries to resist how fucking good it feels, the way it makes his stomach swoop and flutter, the way it makes his cock twitch almost violently, and in a sweet, shaky voice he attempts to coax you out of it, each gentle request met with a sinful little giggle, bubbly and warm as sunshine as it seeps into his skin. each cute little bite is sealed with your tongue, wide and flat against his skin as it drags across the rapidly developing mark, painting each in a stroke of glistening saliva. chills skitter across his flesh with every precious laugh you huff out, your amusement cool against his wet neck.

thoma lets you have your fun for longer than any of the other men would, because he has such a difficult time firmly saying no to you and asserting his authority; because he only ever wants to give you the very best, make you the very happiest, almost desperate in the way he shreds himself into curls of tinder and sets himself alight in his haste to give into your every wish and whim.

that doesn’t mean he’s invincible, though. sure, he’ll allow such behaviour to continue for as long as he can possibly stand it, except you keep pushing and pushing—ruthlessly, ceaselessly, keen to see just how far you can prod before those flames of desire licking at his tummy and up his throat finally erupt into an untameable blaze—and eventually, Daddy has to do something about it.

because he’s only human, after all; there’s only so much teasing a man can take—only so many little nips of your canines, only so many kittenish laps over minuscule injuries, only so many bounces of your cotton-clad pussy on his clothed cock in time with each of your giggles—before he’s finally rucking up your skirt, hem bunching around your waist, eager fingers tugging your panties to the side and shoving his cock into your ill-prepared but slick cunt. a heavy sigh of bliss wafts across your face as he bottoms out, bones melting beneath the heat of his scorching lust, body relaxed, relieved, as the fire is fed. 

✧˖°. 𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 .°˖✧

he’ll let you have your fun for a little bit, gnawing away on his neck and shoulder and collarbone, head tilting slightly to allow you more room to work as incisors nibble along his jaw—gentle little nips that are nothing more than teasing, lacquered in shimmering spit only a moment later. however, as time goes on, the force and strength and pressure of your bites increases, becomes harder, heavier, hellacious—he knows this, of course, expects it every time, because he knows you inside out, back to front, his favourite storybook to study, a living, breathing, constantly evolving tale edited by him, and there’s only so far he’ll allow you to go before he decides it’s time to put you back in your rightful place, restore you back to your rightful state.

you know when he’s getting close to snapping, too; can feel it in the way smooth, sculpted muscle begins to tense and coil beneath you, can tell by the way his cock begins to swell, slow and steady, hard and hot and heavy as it presses into your core, rough denim gyrating in micro-circles against soft, lace trimmed cotton. but it’s when his breath stutters, fragmented to sharp little shards that catch in his throat after a particularly vicious bite, that you know he’s finally cracked.

then he’s flipping you over, body trapped between his and the couch, so quick it knocks the breath from your chest, so quick your mind can’t even comprehend it before you’re ensnared beneath him, sharp hipbones snuggling between plush thighs as a growl ripples his ribs. sharp ivory slices into your flesh, strong jaw flexing as the hinges clamp shut, locked in place until his teeth thoroughly etch his name across your body in deep, dark indents that’ll take over a day to puff up, blooming a tiny grotesque garden of molds of each tooth; rigid little graves and groves in shades of violet and navy. his cock throbs against you the entire time, rutting into your core in barely controlled movements, resistance and restraint stretched into thin taut vines. but it isn’t until you’re whining out his name, high and pitchy and broken, stuffed full of spit and straining with sobs, that he finally unlatches his mouth from your neck and gives you what you really want, thick cock tearing you open as he buries himself in your cute little hole and fills you to the hilt, head pressed firm and tight against your cervix.

[hide-your-bugs-away]

Thank you to the state of Ohio and English record producer Mickie Most for giving me a wonderful eclipse day, yesterday 🙏

[amywritesthings]

EEEEEEEEE I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU LOVE ANNIE AS THE FRIEND! totally get the people who don't like her, but i... have such a soft spot for that girlie. especially in modern

Here's a rough first draft of the very beginning of PRESS FOUR FOR MORE OPTIONS: PART 3 !!

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

HI ILY!!! i was wondering if u could do a argument fic likeeeee katsuki and reader got into a argument and they are both DISTRAUGHT bc they’re so corny and in love and hate fighting but the argument was bad and they’re oh so sad whatever whatever !! and katsuki has to make it up to them EEE !! PLEASE I LIVE EAT SLEEP AND BREATHE UR FANFICS !! LOVE U CASHHH🤍

operation : trouble in paradise !

katsuki tries to get his boyfriend privileges back..

EEEE TYSM AND I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS ASK !! Its my guilty pleasure like both parties hating to argue bc they love each other so much im so sorry that’s adorable. and again ty SOOO much !!! hope you enjoy, ive actually gotten a similar ask, so that one ill try to have that come out soon !

FEM READER, katsuki is melodramatic, argument, fluff fluff despite argument, 3rd year bk squad boys !, kissing, making up yipeee, reader likes flowers,lemme know if i missed sum else !

“she fuckin’ hates me.”

for the past ten minutes he’d barged into kirishima’s room, bakugou has been moping. wallowing, even.

“no she doesn’t, man..” kirishima reassured. for the umpteenth time, he’s honestly lost count. he’d tried putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder earlier but said boy had shrugged him off angrily, grumbling out a dramatic “don’t touch me.” despite being flopped face down on his bed.

“i know her better, kirishima. yes she does.” the blonde insists, voice muffled by the redhead’s pillows. kirishima sighs, patting his friends leg before making his way to his office chair across from the bed, ignoring the muffled grumbles bakugou lets out.

“how bout you just..go apologize ?”

“i already told you i can’t. she—”

“yeah, she hates you. got it.” kirishima finishes his friends sentence, causing the blond to groan. “look dude, you’ll never know unless you try. you’ve been together for ages now.”

“a year.” katsuki corrects, he purposely forgets to mention he knows exactly how many months it has been too. kirishima nods excitedly, trying to get him out of his frankly sad state. “yeah ! so, this shouldn’t be anything man. arguments happen all the time, no matter how much you love each other.”

katsuki feels his ears burn at the word love on his friends lips, he’s told you he loved you of course. but it still felt weird to acknowledge it.

he turns just enough for his scowl to be visible to his friend, who sends him an encouraging smile.

“so what the fuck do i do then ?” kirishima grins wider, sharp teeth on display. “there we go, that’s more like ya, dude !” he exclaims. he quickly shuffles to grab a notepad strewn onto his messy desk (kirishima’s desk was so messy it made katsuki itch sometimes, a shiver almost passes through him whenever he sees the state it’s in)

kirishima drops onto the floor, placing the notepad onto his mattress and scribbling, with a pen katsuki has no idea where he fished out, a messy “operation: get your bf privileges back !!!!!!” bakugou fixes kirishima with a dead look, the other only tilts his head, still cheerful.

“what ?”

“what the fuck is this, kirishima.”

kirishima scoffs at the blonde’s dead tone, “listen man, you wanna win your girlfriend back or not ?!” bakugou squints at him, hard. but only let’s out a loud sigh. kirishima takes that as his answer and with a nod continues writing down notes.

katsuki groans to himself, looking down at his friend scribbling down his grand plan, and he better hope it works.

maybe you should call him..

no, you won’t. it was his fault you were like this anyway.

..but maybe you went a bit too far..?

ugh. you groan, rolling around in your bed. you’d tried to distract yourself by going through your tiktok feed but it seemed the world was against you or your fbi agent hated your guts. your feed was either overly cutesy couples content that made you miss your angry blond, or break up videos that made you miss him even more.

ugh. you shove your head even harder in your pillows.

you’re really trying to hold your ground, because you want katsuki to know he’d hurt your feelings, but now that you think about it you don’t even remember what you’d argued about. it was petty for sure, you’re about 80% sure it was a petty argument.

maybe you should—

you shake your head, steeling your nerves. so what if it was a dumb argument ?! that didn’t mean he could get away with everything!

“uuuugh,” you groan out loud, you miss your katsuki.

a knock at your door startles you. it must be mina, you’d texted her earlier that you were mad at your boyfriend and she’d told you that she “excepted all the deets of what his dumbass did this time as SOON as i get back !!!!” and you were waiting, maybe venting about it could make you feel better and less dramatic.

you open your door expecting to see your overly excited best friend. but instead—

flowers, almost whacking you in the face you might add, are shoved in your face before you can get a word out. you squeak in shock, they’re pretty though, your favorites. and you know only one person who knows what your favorite flowers are.

“wh-katsuki ?!”

and there he is, red faced and angry. scowl on his face and bouquet of pretty flowers in hand.

you can’t tear your eyes away from him, he can’t keep his eyes in one spot—flying from you occasionally to your door to the flowers and repeat. he blinks, you blink.

“here.” he grunts, waving the flowers towards you. “f’r you.” he glances at you.

“o-oh !” you exclaim suddenly, whisking the flowers towards yourself. the bouquet is big, it’s definitely a bit bigger than your head. katsuki searches your face to gauge your reaction“i—uhm! thank you..” you utter shyly, katsuki grunts. he shoves his hands in his pockets the moment you’ve gripped the bouquet, kicking at something you can’t see on the floor.

your heart skips a beat. tentatively, you lean against the door “didn’t take you for a flower guy..”

he scoffs, kicking the toe of his sneakers against the floor “‘m not.. but you like these, right ?”

trick question. he knows you do, you mentioned in passing these were your favorites, unless you suddenly decided you didn’t like these anymore. then he’s fucked. but he decides to continue despite the worry growing in his lower belly, the plan was already a go now.

“i—uhm, listen..” your boyfriend fumbles, he throws his head back and groans when his words won’t come out right. you give him a tiny smile, his eyes soften just a bit.

“i fucked up, okay ?” he admits, scratching at his nape “shouldn’t have said all that shit to you, or whatever..” you can tell he’s beyond embarrassed. he’d melt if he could get any redder, he keeps scratching and won’t look at you for more than a few seconds at a time and katsuki who’s always the loudest in the room can barely manage a mumble. you know he means it though, he never did anything he didn’t feel like doing. you wait for him to continue and he looks at you then.

“i don’t ever like arguing with you. ever.” he insists “so jus..forgive me, kay ?” he finishes quietly. your heart jumps and leaps and you can’t stand acting cold anymore. you walk a bit closer to him, the flowers block you from fully being close to him.

katsuki’s eyes are wide as you lean in to kiss right next to his lips, you laugh at his bewildered expression and his eyes soften when he snaps out of it. he rolls his eyes, you smile wider.

“i forgive you, i’m sorry too. i don’t like arguing with you either..” you admit, katsuki reaches for your hand, you feel the tips of his fingers brush against your skin, you give it to him and he grips it tight. then he leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, it’s a sweet little apology kiss that turns a bit too passionate after a while, and you pull him towards you and into your room away from prying eyes. katsuki kicks the door shut behind him and pulls you closer by your waist.

“guess i gotta—thank shitty hair..” he mumbles in between kisses, “an’ i owe him twenty bucks.”

you make a noise against his lips and pull away, raising a brow and holding his shoulders when he tries to lean in to kiss you again. “what’s that mean ?”

your boyfriend huffs “told shitty hair i’d give him twenty bucks if his shitty plan worked.”

“plan, what plan ?” you ask, katsuki squints at you, a grumbling noise comes from his throat, almost a whine.

“yer really gonna make me spell it out aren’t you..” he mutter bitterly, shoving his head in your neck. he continues, “shitty hair helped me come up with a plan to make you not mad at me anymore. i told him it wouldn’t work, he said it would, and we bet on it.”

you laugh in disbelief, katsuki chomps at your neck to silence you, squeezes his arms tighter around your stomach to make you wheeze, but you can’t stop laughing. “that’s so cute !”

“shaddup.” he growls in response. you muffle your giggles in his shoulder. katsuki grumbles some more and you run your hands up and down his back.

“well then,” you hum, pressing a kiss to his nape, his arms around you tighten. “i guess we’ll both have to thank kiri then.”

[inkykeiji]

you be my revolver, i got you in my hands

character: choso kamo x fem!reader

genre: curseless!au, smut

notes: eeee first choso piece ever!!! i had such a blast writing this and i wish i could’ve gotten it finished in time for christmas but alas! anyway, please enjoy this and as always please heed the warnings below and stay safe! | title credit: girl like me by dove cameron

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pseudocest (reader + choso are family friends), age gap, bratty reader, rough sex, minimal prep, teasing, hints of manipulation, hints of dubcon, size kink, pet names

words: 6k

synopsis:

“Maybe you should stop calling me that.” “What? Why?” you pout, blinking up at him, sugared innocence coating your tone. “I thought you wanted me to call you big brother…I thought I was allowed to…”  “Bi-Big brothers don’t do stuff like this with their little sisters—” “Well, it’s a good thing we’re not actually related then, isn’t it, onii-chan.” 

Choso can’t remember the last time he saw you.

You’ve known each other for a long time—so long Choso’s lost count of the years, now, having met you when Yuuji was just a toddler (and you were, too) at the bus stop on Yuuji’s first day of Pre-K, only to discover you lived a mere few houses from each other—but you haven’t seen each other in a long time, too. 

It’s not through fault of either of you; life had gotten in the way, as it has a tendency to do so, had grown busy with intricacies and obligations that demanded time and attention, tangling around you and keeping you apart. 

You had both embarked on university endeavours; him pursuing his PhD, you continuing your undergrad, had both stuffed more and more into your lives—art shows and book readings and music festivals and tropical trips—and lost space for each other in the process.

Choso can’t remember the last time he saw you, but it feels as though no time has passed at all, as it normally does with family—you’re still just as bratty as you’ve always been (some things never change, he guesses; some things you’ll never grow out of, he supposes). 

Family.

Family is not a word he uses lightly, but you and yours had quickly become his and theirs, had quickly become ours, morphing from neighbours to friends to practically kin, members mixing to form something special, a hybrid of some sort, stuck somewhere between long-standing family friends and blood relatives. 

Which is why how you’re acting—how you’ve been acting, this entire winter break—is so undeniably inappropriate. 

And although he’s lost track of the years, everything beginning to blur together, to melt and flow and shift and breathe, he still remembers the day he told you to call him onii-chan. 

That he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget.

Yuuji’s so lucky, you had pouted, kicking at the sandy ground with the toe of your shoe and swaying a little on the swing. He has a big brother. I don’t. I’ve always wished I had one. Sighing, you looked away, fingers tangling in the chain. But I’ll never get one; it’s impossible. 

It’s not impossible, Choso had responded gently, nudging his swing against your own. I’ll be your big brother, if you want. 

And you—well, you had been so incredibly happy, all bright smiles and sunshine eyes and breathless giggles, to have a big brother to call your own.

Never in his life did he think he’d come to regret such a decision.

But you seem to be on a mission to make him, this Christmas.

Because you’re really testing his fucking patience, this Christmas.

The term of endearment oozes from your lips as if it’s melted in the wet heat of your mouth every single time, always paired with your worst behaviour: bending over in those short, sweet, slutty skirts and flashing cute Christmas panties at him; placing a hand much too high to be appropriate on his thigh as you watch a film together, leaning close to his ear to murmur out a silky question you already know the answer to; twining your ankles with his beneath the dinner table and gazing at him with eyes full of sin, leaning so far forward on the table that your tits swell, nearly spilling from the too-low neckline of your dress, then giggling when you catch him ogling. 

As a result, he’s been meticulous about avoiding being alone in a room with you—he doesn’t trust himself, doesn’t trust what he might do, especially if you start playing your little games—but he should’ve known it would only be a matter of time until you get want you want. 

Because it always is. 

And on Christmas Eve, you finally succeed. 

Somehow, you’ve managed to get him alone in his childhood bedroom—something about wanting to flip through his old sketchbooks, to search for some doodles he had drawn for you many years ago, to rip the pages from the spiral-bound spine and stuff them in your back pocket, for safekeeping, you had claimed. 

Tugging at his heartstrings, that’s how you succeeded. 

Sitting on the edge of his small twin bed, thighs slotted up against one another and both of your arms looped around one of his, he flips through the curling pages of his drawings, smudged with graphite and pastels. 

“Oh, I remember this one!” 

A dainty finger points to a cute kitten sketched out in astonishing detail, with a pink nose and a satin ribbon tied in a bow around its neck. 

“It’s you,” he smirks. “You asked me what animal you’d be, and then demanded I draw you as a kitten when I responded with a cat.” 

“You drew a lot of me,” you lean forward, swelling breasts pressed flush to his bicep, a palm sitting high on his thigh as avid eyes scan over the spread, gaze stuttering as it sweeps from doodle to doodle. 

“I drew a lot for you,” he says, the observation entirely unthinking. “You wanted a specific page, but I might as well give you this whole sketchbook. More than half the pieces in here are for you.” 

It’s a fact that shocks him in its authenticity, a realization that sends a painful, sick thrill searing through his body, saliva beginning to collect in the dips beneath his tongue.

“I’m such a lucky girl,” you hum out in a sigh, nuzzling your cheek into his arm and looking up at him with shimmering eyes. “I have such a good big brother.” 

“You’re spoiled,” he says, but his voice holds no malice, eyes softening as he stares down at you, a small smile on his lips. 

“I dunno about that,” you frown, but mischief glints in your eye. “You haven’t really given me what I’ve wanted all holiday…” 

Blood turns to shards of ice in his veins, whole body going rigid as his breath stalls in his throat, pounding heartbeat reverberating in his ears. 

“Wh-What’s that?”

He doesn’t want to ask it, doesn’t mean to ask it, but the question claws at his tongue, pries past his teeth and tumbles from his lips in a ragged, tangled heap.

And the smile that spreads across your face is nothing short of sinister, that glint flaring to a sharp shine as your pupils breathe, pulse, swallow him whole. 

“A Christmas kiss,” you say, stare unblinking and intense as your hand slips between his legs, rubbing little circles into his inner thigh, a mere centimetre or two away from his cock. 

The motion makes him jolt, hips involuntarily twitching toward your touch, brushing his half-hard cock against your knuckles.

“That’s all I want,” you sigh almost dreamily, tits pressed harder into his bicep as you lean closer, so tight they’re practically being squeezed from your sweetheart neckline. “A kiss from my onii-chan. Though…” 

Trailing off, your hand slides up a little further, pinky and ring finger tiptoeing along the rapidly hardening lump in his jeans, squealing out a short giggle as it jumps beneath your touch.

“I’m not sure that’s all onii-chan wants.”

“Onii-chan doesn’t want anything from you,” he breathes out, but his voice is rough, unconvincing, his hands curled into firm fists on his bedspread, trembling slightly, skin stretched taut across pointed knuckles.

“Another lie,” your lips tug down, voice saturated with disappointment. “You know, good big brothers don’t lie to their siblings,” you fix him with a look, glaring through feathery lashes, expression teetering dangerously on the edges of a pout.

A shiver skitters through his bones, whole body stiffening. His jaw flexes as he grinds his molars, a slow, controlled breath exhaled out his nose, his eyes flicking down. You’re still touching him, two fingertips rubbing gentle circles into his clothed cock.

“Maybe you should stop calling me that.”

“What? Why?” you pout, blinking up at him, sugared innocence coating your tone. “I thought you wanted me to call you big brother…I thought I was allowed to…” 

“Bi-Big brothers don’t do stuff like this with their little sisters—”

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re not actually related then, isn’t it, onii-chan.” 

“That—That—” he swallows hard, dense saliva pooling at the back of his tongue. “That doesn’t matter—We shouldn’t—”

“But—” your lip juts out further, forehead crinkling. “But I want to.” 

You can’t always get what you want. 

That’s what he wants to tell you. That’s what he wishes he could tell you. But it just isn’t fucking true, when it comes to you. 

“Stop,” he says instead, and although it’s supposed to be an order, it comes out as a plead, his voice hoarse, strained, thin, the proclamation high and false and tinny. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” the tip of your index finger traces the head, looking up at him through your lashes. “Did you know that?” 

He does, he does know that. He’s a terrible liar, eyes too honest, voice too sincere, expressions too candid, always giving away his true intentions and forthright thoughts.

He’s a terrible discipliner, too, incapable of saying no, of refusing his siblings anything. You know this, too. 

“St—” he tries to force the word from his tongue again, protest sticking in his throat. Stop, stop, he wants you to stop, he needs you to stop, please. 

But that’s a lie, too, the rejection refusing to take shape, to mold into something audible, something tangible, something worthwhile. 

No matter how much he wishes it were true, he can’t will it to become true—not when he wants this just as badly as you do, his straining cock exposing his real desires to you.

You’ve already taken full notice of it, yearning for you through rough denim, hot and hard and throbbing. The pad of your finger rubs over the slit in rhythmic motions, smooth and gliding, aided by the copious amount of pre-cum oozing through the material, and it jerks beneath your touch, eager for more attention. 

“It’s so hard, onii-chan,” your hand cups the impressive bulge, rolling it in your palm, a girlish giggle tickling your tongue. “It—It’s throbbing, onii-chan.” 

“Yeah? And who’s fault is that?” he breathes, attempting to keep his tone stern and his eyes stony. 

“It’s making me want to ride it,” you whimper loudly, squeezing your thighs together, completely ignoring his question. “Oh, please, onii-chan, can I ride your cock?” 

“Fu-fuck,” the curse breaks on his tongue, eyes shut tightly, breaking away from your invasive stare. “Fuck, fuck, f-fuck.” 

No. 

“I’d really like to ride it, onii-chan.”

No. 

“Can I? Pretty please?”

No-no-no-no-no! 

He wants to say no. He should say no. It’s the right thing to do. 

He’s the older brother, the eldest brother, it’s his duty to say no, to mentor, to lead by example. 

But he can’t. 

He can’t form the word in his throat, can’t mold it into a sound and push it from his mouth. 

He’s never truly been able to, when it comes to you—and he was so fucking stupid to think he would.

Because, as always, you are making it exceptionally difficult to deny, gazing up at him with shimmering eyes like that, mouth licked raw in anticipation, bottom lip bitten puffy from the front teeth constantly sinking into it.

“I—It isn’t right—” he attempts, swallowing thickly, cords in his neck straining, desperately attempting to quell the tremor in his voice.

He knows you don’t care. If he’s being entirely honest with himself, he doesn’t, either, his morality eroded to nothing more than a farce, a thin façade, not nearly strong enough to force him into doing the right thing, not nearly strong enough to fortify his rapidly waning self-discipline.

“I—I won’t tell,” you whimper, and he can see the fine film of tears lacquering your eyes, shielding lust-blown pupils. “Pinky promise! I just—I just want you so badly,” your nose twitches cutely with a sniffle, your bottom lip beginning to waver with infinitesimal quivers, soft palm caressing his cock like you love it. “Please, onii-chan?”

And Christ, you’re so pretty, so pouty, with your glistening puppy-dog eyes and pleads dripping from your lips like thick syrup. 

How could he possibly say no to something so precious? How could anyone?

“Alright,” he whispers, defeated, eyes squeezing shut as he nods. “If it’ll make you happy.”

“Really?”

And just like that, the tears are incinerated from your eyes, gaze bright and blazing with excitement, lips molded into a brilliant smile. 

You look so sickeningly beautiful when you get what you want. 

“Yes,” he nearly whimpers, and it’s pathetic, his hips twitching up into your touch, craving, desperate. “Yes, yes, ride my cock.” 

The affirmative is all you need, squealing a little with happiness as you climb into his lap, fingers up your own skirt to push your soaked panties to the side, other hand pawing clumsily at his waistband.

“Thank you,” you breathe, the words soaking into his neck, sealed with a sloppy kiss. “Oh, thank you, onii-chan.” 

He can’t help but chuckle a little as his hands find your waist, instinctive, steadying you. 

“Eager little thing, aren’t you.”

“This is all I want,” you tell him, pulling back a little to search his face. “S’all I’ve wanted for a long time.” 

He wants to ask you to elaborate on that, confusion warping his brow, but then you’re yanking at his belt loops and pulling at his zipper and wrapping a soft palm around the base of his cock, a heavy groan vibrating in his throat. 

“Wait, wait!” he chokes on a gasp as you hover over his cock, head bumping against your hole. “Let me—”

“I don’t wanna wait,” you whine out, petulant and stringy, whole face scrunched in frustration. “I’ve been waiting! I want your cock in me now!”

Fuck, you’re such a fucking brat, he’s growling as he forces you down on his cock in one swift motion, the sudden intrusion pushing a yelp from your lips. Your forehead knocks against his, sugar-stained breath wafting across his face, his tongue darting out to mop up remnants from his mouth. 

It’s really cute, the way your little cunt spasms around his shaft as he bottoms out, pressed snug and tight against your cervix, desperate in its attempt to adjust to his girth. It’s really sweet, the way your body splits itself open for him, cracking at the core and struggling to swallow him down.

“Oh, it’s so big, onii-chan!” 

“God,” he nearly sobs. “You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, y’know that?” 

Giggling, you wind your arms around his neck tighter, nuzzling your cheek into his skin, then stringing a garland of wet kisses along the line of his jaw. 

“S’really thick, Choso-nii,” you tell him honestly, nodding in lethargic little motions. “I feel so full, onii-chan.” 

A laugh falls from his lips, breathy and exalted. 

“I don’t know if it’s that I’m big, or if it’s just that your cunt is so fucking small,” his voice tapers off into a whine, raspy and gruff. 

“H-Hurts a little, onii-chan,” you admit in a whimper, hips shifting in experimental little movements, conjuring a groan from deep within his chest. 

“Yeah? And who’s fault is that, huh?” he asks for the second time in fifteen minutes. “Who was too impatient to let onii-chan prep her?”

“Don’t care,” you mumble. “Wanted you s’bad.” 

He laughs again, warm and gentle and full of love, his hands squeezing your hips just enough to make you gasp, fingertips pressing his name into your flesh in blotchy little ovals of purple. 

“You have me,” he says, his words ringing clear and true with a painful sincerity. 

The vibrations of your responding hum seep from your chest into his, and he sighs, body deflating against yours, pleasant little tingles snuggling between his ribs. 

You stay like that for a moment to two, wound up in one another, chests pressed flush, breathing as one. Your auras ebb and flow, presences bleeding, tangling together and creating something that is neither one nor the other but both, a single shared entity. 

And it’s nice, it’s real, it’s natural.

But then you become impatient, as you normally do, as he knew you would, wiggling a little in his lap, fingers twining in the strands at the base of his neck. 

“Go on, sweetheart,” he urges gently. “Ride onii-chan’s cock.” 

And so you do, hips beginning to roll in slow, languid circles, fingers still laced at the back of his skull, half-buried in messy ink.

He allows you to set the pace, allows you to take your time, allows you to enjoy and savour every rock and grind and bounce, staring at you through heavily lidded eyes, hands on your waist merely guiding you���keeping you stable, just like a big brother should. 

He’s absolutely breathtaking; gaze glittering in the dim light overflowing with awe, spit-slicked lips licked raw and shimmering as his tongue glides over them again, swollen and bitten cherry red.

You can’t help but reach out to trace his features; the strong line of his brow, the delicate curve of his cheek, the enticing bow of his lips, hips slowing to uneven little ruts as you hone your focus, his eyes observing you with a sick sort of fascination.

“Did you—Have you—Have you thought about this before?” 

The question stings his tongue, revulsion flushing through his blood as guilt pricks his flesh, his cock throbbing eagerly.

“Course I have,” you breathe out with a little laugh, as if he’s so silly for thinking you might not have. “Actually, I—I—”

A sudden shyness overtakes you, an unsure giggle on your lips fading into a soft squeal as you hide in his shoulder, shaking your head a little. 

“What? Huh?” he shrugs, nudging your face up gently, curiosity clawing at his irises as they search your face, voracious. “What?” 

“Well, sometimes I…” 

The words tangle in your throat and you choke on them, gaze fleeing his own, and you shake your head again, chest beginning to stammer.

“It’s okay,” he says softly, rubbing reassuring circles into your flesh. “You can tell onii-chan, go on.” 

There are tears in your eyes now, mouth wobbling a little with the verging confession, and God, that’s so hot, why is that so fucking hot? 

“Where’s my brave little sister gone now? Hmm?”

“M’right here, onii-chan,” you whisper, face teetering on a wince, as if you’re bracing for a blow, terrified to admit to him, fearing reprimand. “It’s just that—Sometimes I do, um, really bad things with my stuffies while—while thinking about you…” 

Dewdrops of shame glitter in your lashes as your lids flutter, nose scrunching with a soft sniffle, tears breaking free of their wispy confines to roll down your cheeks in fat, glimmering streams—so fucking beautiful in the dim light of his bedroom—but you don’t dare break his stare, gazing at him through a thick shield of water. 

“Oh, Christ,” he coughs on the curse, hands flexing on your waist, blunt nails digging into your skin. “And what—what do you think about?” 

“Um,” your gaze flits from his own, to his wrinkled bedspread, then back to his face, wide and honest. “Riding you, like this. And—And riding your thighs, makin’ a real mess all over them, and your thick fingers too, filling me up…” 

Bolts of dizziness sear his brain as his lungs deflate, oxygen eaten up by pure lust and leaving his chest buzzing, burning, some sort of response mangling itself in his throat, escaping his lips as nothing more than a cracked moan.

“Do you think about me, onii-chan?” 

Your question pulls him from the depths of his hedonism and he blinks, your face swimming into view, a peculiar mix of hope and cognizance infusing your expression, eyebrows raised with false curiosity, a smirk twitching on your lips.

Ah, there she is, that brat he knows so well, that brat he’s come to crave, every ounce of uncertainty eradicated from your face, replaced with assured confidence, contradicting the tears still staining your cheeks.

You fucking know he does. 

And, oh, how he wishes he was stronger, how he wishes he could lie, how he wishes he could devour the smugness in your eyes and complacency in your smile, to humble you, to knock you from your high throne.

He settles for a kiss instead, mouth crushed to yours as a large hand cups your head, thumb pressing into your ear, fingertips dragging across your scalp as he yanks you closer. 

It hurts, his front teeth scraping against your lip as he practically gnaws his way to your tongue, his own big and thick and so fucking strong as it overwhelms yours, shoving it further into the cavern of your mouth and forcing it to stay put as he explores. 

He’s making a real mess as he slathers over your molars, over the inside of your cheeks and the backs of your teeth, drenching your mouth in him. Drool oozes steadily from the corners, collecting along the underside of his bottom lip and leaving his chin sticky and slick. 

“Yes,” he whispers, eyes shut so tightly his whole forehead crinkles, mouth wet and sliding against your own. “Yes, yes, I think about you—much too often.”

Nose nudging yours, he nuzzles into your face a little, planting a chaste kiss to your lips, then peppering a few more, quick and sloppy, around your mouth.

“But right now, I don’t want to think about anything. I just want to feel you creaming all over my cock—you think you can do that for me, princess?” His palms cushion your cheeks, thumbs swiping across your cheekbones, then brushing strands of damp hair from your temples. “You think you can do that for your onii-chan?” 

Yes you can, of course you can, you’re nodding, blinking the last remnants of tears from your eyes, rapid movement eliminating the final stubborn drops, clinging delicately to your outer lashes. 

“S’it, baby,” he encourages as your hips start moving again, working up a steady rhythm. “Just like that, good girl.”

A mewl slips from your lips, burrowing your scalding face in his sticky neck again, his undivided attention almost too much to bear. 

“Like it when you call me a good girl,” you murmur, lips dragging across his skin with the confession, streaking him with thick glimmers of spit. 

“Is that so?” he laughs a little, pressing a few kisses to the crown of your head. “That’s because you don’t hear it often.” 

Lifting your head, you scowl at him, though there’s no heat to your glare, fury dimmed by fondness, unable to smother the smile playing with your lips.

A dazzling smile spreads across his own face in response, and he laughs again, his eyes so bright, so brilliant they almost hurt, blazing like two small suns, scorching your skin as his gaze glides over it.

He watches you like a man possessed, a man obsessed, entirely entranced by the way pleasure passes over your face, twisting your features into the cutest little winces as you grind the head of his cock against your cervix, then smoothing them out with bliss as his shaft drags along your favourite spot, bouncing in shallow little motions to rub over that fleshy patch hard and fast, a stream of mewls spilling from your lips, stitched together with his honorific. 

“You’re so pretty when you ride my cock,” he groans, words tapering off into a hoarse whimper, as if it pains him to admit it. 

His palms run up your sides, fingers counting over each rib, hands committing every dip and curve and bulge to memory, marvelled by the way you fill his grip, as if he can’t believe you’re real, you’re here, you’re his—even if just for tonight.

“Yeah, yeah, keep going, use onii-chan like a toy, sweetheart.” 

And he tries to be patient, he swears he does—tries not to rush you, tries to relish in the moment, in each swirl of your hips and every puff of his name—except your pace never accelerates, never moves past anything but teasing as you use his now aching cock to continually edge yourself; moans building higher and higher, louder and louder, on the cusp of the crest before they disintegrate into nothing and you start the process all over again, the delicate fluttering of your cunt enough to drive him fucking insane with desire.

It has his entire form trembling with such vigour it’s quivering the mattress, muscles locked stiff and tight as he tries to keep from moving, from bucking up wildly, from forcing you to speed the hell up. Rough fingers sink into your flesh so deep it dimples, a pathetic attempt to ground himself, rapidly blooming bruises staining your flesh.

But he’s powerless to stifle the whines leaking through the gaps of his gritted teeth, hands flexing on your hips, whole body pulled taut with restraint. 

He’s sure you can feel his cock twitching inside of you, eager and impatient, begging you to move faster, to fuck him harder. 

But you aren’t going to do any of that—not unless he asks for it, he realizes dimly, after you bring yourself to near orgasm for the third time in a row, giggling a little at his crestfallen expression, his hair having fallen almost completely from its trademark spiky buns, braided fishermen sweater soaked with sweat and sticking to his now heaving chest.

He really thought it was real this time. He really thought you were finally going to cream all over him, so he could finally flip you over and fuck you properly, pound you into the mattress and stuff that pretty, cute little cunt to the goddamn brim with his seed.

He’d been trying so hard to be nice, to be the loving, doting, good big brother he is—but he’s also only human, and there’s only so much misbehaviour he can bear before, finally, he snaps. 

Because, sure, big brothers are meant to care for, to lead and to nurture, but they’re also meant to teach, to punish, to put bratty little sisters back in their fucking place. 

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Huh?” his grip on your hips tightens, halting you from moving. “You think I’m fucking stupid?” 

“Never, Choso-nii,” you gasp, astonished. “I would never—” 

Sincerity rings in your voice, but he can see it, the mischief tugging at the corners of your mouth, barely suppressed by your façade of innocence.

Anyone else would’ve been fooled—enchanted by your doe eyes and your dainty voice. 

But not him.

No, he knows better now. 

“Bullshit,” he cuts you off, eyes narrowed sharply. “You wanted to ride my cock, but you’re clearly incapable of it—”

“No I’m not!”

“—So it looks like I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

“No! I—I can do it!” you cry, face crumpled in fury, nails scrabbling at his shoulders.

“You lost your chance to prove it to me,” he growls. 

The world flips suddenly, momentarily a blur of inks and ivories, a breath of surprise punched from your ribs as your back slams against the mattress, trapped between the bedspread and your big brother’s heaving chest.

“You have been testing me all fucking holiday,” he snarls, specks of spit splattering across your cheeks. “Onii-chan shouldn’t give you his cum—onii-chan shouldn’t have given you his cock at all!” 

A certain type of haughtiness corrodes your shock, lips spreading into a pompous smirk.

“Oh, but you just couldn’t help yourself, could you, onii-chan.” 

“You little bitch!” 

His hips shove forward, forcing you further into the plush of the mattress, cockhead ramming against your cervix. A little noise of pain vibrates on the back of your tongue, shattering your arrogance, and a grin smears across his face, glinting in the moonlight. 

“I think it’s time your big brother teach you a lesson in respect.”

“Y-Yeah? And how are you gonna do that?”

“You’re going to take what onii-chan gives you, and you’re going to fucking like it. And then, at the end, when you’ve gone stupid from the cock you don’t deserve, you’re going to thank me for giving it to you at all. Do you understand me?” 

Defiance shines in your eyes, lacquered by a thin coating of tears, nose scrunching up in a glower. 

A rough thumb and forefinger, hardened by charcoals, clamps around your jaw, squeezing your cheeks with such force that your mouth puckers, a sticky little whine squealing in your throat.

“Do you understand me?” he asks again, each word said slow with purpose, each word annunciated with intent, his eyes boring into yours, sharp and painful. 

Finally, those tears push past your bloated lashes, shoved from your eyes by rapid blinking and rolling down your cheeks in glistening pairs, a half-stifled hiccup stuttering your chest. 

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, nose twitching. 

“What was that? Onii-chan couldn’t hear you.” 

“Yes, onii-chan.” 

“Good girl.”

And then his hips are snapping, hard and fast and immediate, fucking into you with such ruthlessness that it jostles your body up the bed, sheets collecting in little wrinkled bunches beneath you. Your nails sink into his shoulders, piercing flesh through the knit of his sweater, the muscles in your thighs tensing as your ankles hook around his waist, his shirt riding up, your heels digging into the those cute little dimples that cushion the base of his spine. 

It hurts, every pound of his cock producing a dull, throbbing ache low and deep in your gut, another torrent of tears rushing to flood your vision.

“Ch-Choso-nii, Ch-Choso-nii,” you whimper, face screwed up in pain, his name stuttered by his rapid thrusts.

“What’s the matter?” he pouts, and it’s so condescending, dripping from his lips in an over-exaggerated coo. “Can’t take onii-chan’s cock?”

The question wafts across your face in a panted breath and you lick at your lips, sopping it up with your tongue.

“N-No,” you say, and that telltale brattiness is back, watered down by his viciousness. “I can do it—I-I can do it for you, onii-chan.” 

A throaty curse escapes his lips, thrusts stammering out of rhythm for a moment as his cock twitches, and a helpless giggle bubbles up in your throat.

Even angry, he’s still so fucking easy. 

He regains his composure quickly, though, face hardened to stone but beginning to splinter with pleasure. 

“Brat,” he breathes out, though there’s mirth shining in his eyes, pure and fond and full of love. “You better.”

And even angry, he still sounds so fucking pretty; cracked moans and dense groans and choked gasps, all flowing from his mouth in a single stream, fractured by the piston of his hips.

The pain doesn’t fade, of course—it barely diminishes at all, the sheer massiveness of his cock making it near impossible to be dispelled, keeping the cramping pang in the pit of your belly steady and constant—but it does amplify the pleasure, nerves gnawed raw by the agony, left hypersensitive to the sparks of ecstasy that blaze through your veins with every quick, rough pump of his hips, every deep, hard slam against your bruised cervix, every rapid drag over that engorged spot.

It leaves you feeling high, leaves you feeling stupid, brain melting in a hot haze of lust and rendering you incapable of forming a single coherent thought beyond how incredible his cock is, his name and his title the only two things your sloppy, numb tongue can fully scrape together.

It’s all so much, too much, but it all feels so fucking good—s’good, Choso-nii, y’r so-so good—sentiment vibrating indistinctly in your chest.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he asks, words gone wispy, fading into a whine. “Does your onii-chan’s cock make you feel good?”

Yes, yes, yes, onii-chan, it’s so good, you’re so good! 

Your head nods frantically, fingers curling in the collar of his sweater, a mess of affirmatives fucked from your mouth. 

“Y’know, you’re kinda cute when you’re too cockdrunk to misbehave,” he chuckles a little, biting back a moan as your cunt clenches at the compliment. “May-Maybe onii-chan should fuck you stupid more often, huh?” 

Oh, God, yes, onii-chan; oh, please, onii-chan! 

“Yeah, you’d like that a bit too much, though, wouldn’t you, you little sl—ah—slut.”

Drool dribbles from the sides of your mouth as you continue nodding, eyes wide and unblinking, encrusted with stars. 

“Y’so pretty, onii-chan,” you manage to mumble out, sentiment tangled in threads of spit, fingers flexing in the fabric of his sweater, as if they yearn to touch but can’t find the strength to carry out the action.

And he is, so beautiful it’s borderline sickening, strands of onyx plastered to his cheeks, his jaw, his neck, strung together in clumps and saturated in sweat; damp skin glittering in the waning moonlight spilling through the slits of his window, dewdrops catching delicately in the beams as he pounds into you, every drive of his cock accelerating his pace.

“W-Wan’your cum now,” you slur the demand through a lax pout, lids beginning to weight with exhaustion, heavy as they frame dopey eyes.

“Yeah?” he laughs a little, gaze shining with adoration, and it’s breathless, it’s beautiful, his affection wafting over your scalding face. “Onii-chan needs you to cream all over his cock first. Can you—” a grunt cuts him off, and he whimpers, pushing through his sentence, his voice strained. “Can y’do that for me, angel?” 

“Uh-huh, uh—uh-huh,” your head begins nodding more fervently again, pushing your lids open with some effort to stare up at him, pupils swelling with devotion and determination.

“Then show me—Show me how gorgeous my good girl looks when she’s making a mess all over her big brother’s cock.” 

Three more thrusts and your cunt is obeying, convulsing on his thick shaft as heat gushes around him, so much that you can hear it—a sick, slick squelching as he jackhammers into you, your essence coating his thighs in a shiny layer of arousal. 

“Oh, fuck,” his eyes shut tightly before springing open again, suddenly rabid, ravenous. 

The bed creaks as his hips speed up, skin sticky with arousal as it slaps against your own, the sharp sound mingling with his ragged pants and your hitched mewls.

“Onii—Nii-chan,” you nearly wail, fingers tangling weakly in the hair at the nape of his neck, nails scraping against his flesh. “Please, please, cum, gimme—gimme y’r cum!” 

“Greedy little thing,” he rasps out, voice cracking into a whine. 

But you don’t care, you can’t care, pleads spilling from your lips as your thighs tense around his waist, hips twitching in erratic little motions, crudely trying to fuck yourself on him.  

“Need it, need it, onii-chan, fill my belly with it, onii-chan, please!” 

“Christ,” he chokes on the curse, pace faltering as he finally gives his baby sister what she wants, cock throbbing almost violently while it fills you with hot, thick cum, so much you swear you really can feel it, stuffing your belly as full as it can be, tummy bulging cutely with his seed.

You must tell him that, sentiment slipping from your lips without your permission, because he moans again, his cock giving another weak spurt, hips stuttering as he tries to fuck further into you, grinding the head into your sore cervix. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you’re murmuring, hips rolling up to meet his own. “Push it into me, onii-chan, push it into my cunt nice n deep, do-don’t waste a single drop!” 

“You really are gonna be the death of me,” he whines, face buried in your hair as he collapses on top of you, hips still moving in lazy little circles, shudders of overstimulation rippling through his form. 

“Mm,” you hum, on the cusp of unconsciousness, nuzzling your face into his neck like a kitten, then lapping at a few droplets of sweat streaming down the column. “What are lil sisters for?” 

[ambrozjas]

the gang on valentine’s day ꨄ︎

the outsiders x reader

✧˖*°࿐ notes ᰔᩚ

eeee !! i love valentine’s day!! this took me all day and was written w/ much love (and rewritten because i accidentally posted it on my alt), so i hope you guys enjoy it 💕

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

lmk if i missed anything !! i think it’s pretty okay so far

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❥ DARRY is such a softie on valentines omg

❥ i cant stop imagining you waking up to darry making you breakfast that he got up extra early for you just to make so you two could eat alone

❥ because darry’s so busy with his job, you’ll probably have to wait til after valentine’s day for more gifts?

❥ don’t get me wrong, he’ll make you breakfast, wake you up with soft kisses to your head and a soft “g’morning baby” but that’s all you’ll really get on valentine’s day

❥ he might not be all lovey dovey in front of the boys, but when you both slip into the kitchen he’ll mutter small ‘i love you’s while hugging you from behind

❥ if somebody walks in, he WILL get embarrassed and bark at them to get out while a blush dusts his cheeks

❥ you guys’ll probably head out for a cruise in his car or go to the drive-in while ponyboy and soda stay with the others

“hey.” a distant voice called out for you, a few whispers of your name and a couple of ‘hey’s before you finally broke through that thick barrier of sleep.

you peeked one eye open at darry, watching a soft smile appear on his face at your state.

“you awake?” he asked, turning his head so that he could level his face with yours. you lay on your side as you tilted your head up to meet darry’s eyes.

you made a small ‘mhm’ sound as you blinked the remaining sleep out of your eyes and took ahold of darry’s hand, calloused and rough. the warmth of it made you shiver though.

the warmth didn’t last long though, as darry’s face split into a grin and got up, jogging out of the bedroom. you heard a few clanks of the ceramic plates you had stacked in your guys’ kitchen, before you heard your boyfriend’s retreating footsteps.

your lips curled into a soft smile as you saw him walk back into the room with a small plate, the aroma of bacon and pancakes practically dancing across the room and making its way towards you. you propped yourself on one elbow as darry placed the small white plate on the nightstand next to you and once he had leaned down, you had pulled him by the collar to meet his lips in a chaste kiss.

“i’ll see you when i get off work, darlin’. maybe we can do somethin’ tomorrow.” he mumbled against your lips. you felt his lips curve upwards again as he placed another kiss against yours, smiling when you two shared another.

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❥ SODAPOP, this cheesy mofo

❥ meets you once you get off school or work, crumpled flowers in his hand that he may or may not have stolen from his neighbor’s garden, with a boyish grin on his face like he’s soo pleased with himself

❥ will definitely take you out after he’s done with work

❥ maybe’d he’d do smth the day before??? idk

❥ you guys’d probably go watch a drag race or the drive-in, maybe go to the dingo afterwards

❥ would tease and make steve feel single, even if he had a valentine

❥ writes you cheesy lil love notes in chicken scratch and sticks them on your stuff

soda beamed as he saw your car pull up to the dx and watched you get out of the car, throwing his rag on the counter and jogging to open the door.

“hey steve! you can lock up, right buddy?” he asked, tilting his head up to project his voice further.

when steve had come out of the back room, he rolled his eyes at the sight of you and soda. you had your arm linked around his, head leaning on his chest as you both looked at steve with pleading eyes.

“yeah, whatever.” steve grumbled, cleaning his oily hands with the rag that sodapop threw.

“thanks!” soda said, voice fading as he was already heading out the door with you by his side.

“that lovesick fool’s lucky ‘m such a good friend.” steve growled under his breath, annoyed as he watched you give soda a few kisses before hopping into the car outside.

“where we goin’, soda?” you asked, a wide grin still evident on your face as you looked at him.

“where d’ya wanna go?” he asked, a charming smile glued on his lips as he looked at you. gosh, you were pretty.

you shrugged. “wherever the night takes us.”

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❥ PONYBOY is so CUTEEE !!

❥ whatever you do, dont imagine the rosy blush that falls on his cheeks when you catch him gazing at you

❥ and ESPECIALLY dont imagine you and pony meeting up after ponys been slipping cute awkward love letters into your locke so you see him with a sheepish smile when you give him an all knowing look

❥ AND DEFINITELY dont imagine ponyboy curtis sitting with you in class, thighs touching and ankles almost locking with each other because you guys are sitting do close, giggling and bright smiles

❥ okay i’ll stop now

❥ BUT JUST??? DO YOU SEE THE VISION??

❥ he’s the type who writes these poetic ass letters with his rushed half-cursive half-print handwriting and then gets all bashful when you bring it up

you heard something fall on your desk. you looked up from your test paper, pencil held between your teeth as your eyes fell on the small yellow folded sticky note.

you looked at the teacher who was at her desk, checking her nails and unbothered, and grabbed the note, unfolded it to unveil a myriad of hearts surrounding a message in neat handwriting.

“i believe in you.” the words read, you smiled to yourself and threw a small glance at ponyboy behind you, who was averting your eyes shyly.

you mouthed a silent, ‘thanks pony’ and turned back to your paper, tapping the pencil on the desk softly as you thought up another answer, circling a letter.

you bit your lip as your eyes crinkled and a smile took over your face, thinking back to ponyboy’s note.

yeah, you thought, thanks pony.

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❥ oh, JOHNNY

❥ he is so WHIPPED

❥ hes just a lil dude, shuffling his feet awkwardly as he holds out some orchids which he also probably stole from his neighbors

❥ n when you give him a kiss on the cheek it’s literally like he short circuits 😭😭

❥ probably has some chocolates that dallas stole him at the store

❥ hes so cute omg 😭

you looked out of the diner window, swiping a fry into the ketchup on your plate and bringing to your mouth in the process.

the sun blinded you a bit as you looked off into the horizon, into the multitude of cars in the parking lot and houses across the way. but to johnny, you looked absolutely ethereal.

the way the sun gave your face a golden hue made you look like a deity come into earth, he had half a mind to start worshipping you right now in the middle of the diner booth.

“y’wanna get outta here?” you asked, turning your head to face johnny. “we could go to th’a lot ‘n watch the sunset?”

blinking, johnny had snapped out of it. he stammered as his mind tried its hardest to concoct a response.

but seeing you smile as you saw him in this state, he sighed and started over.

“yeah,” johnny said, “let’s go.”

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❥ DALLAS is very stubborn, but is also very passionate when he loves somebody

❥ his way of love is like beating somebody’s ass for talking about you and letting you clean his wounds afterwards

❥ he rarely says he loves you, but thinks it’s easier to show it with his actions than his words

❥ probably shows up at your doorstep, no warning, and spontaneously takes you out for a date

❥ it dont matter if you have homework, work, angry parents

❥ this man WILL take you out

“thought y’said you didn’t care about valentine’s.”

“i don’t.” dally said, breath evident as he sighs when he looks upon you. his hands stuffed in his pockets as he shuffled his feet.

“look c’mon, just come with me, will ya?” he asks, waving his hand around as he talked.

the corner of your lips turned upwards as you chuckled at dallas’ state. here he was, standing in front of your door on a cold night in tulsa, when just hours before he was brushing you off and saying valentine’s day was cheesy. if anybody had seen him now, they’d never believe you.

“sure, dallas. let’s go.” you took his hand and stepped out, clutching your sweater as your face hit the cold breeze. you never understood how dallas could wear leather jackets in this weather. maybe he was just too cool for everything, maybe that’s how he blended in with the weather.

he let go of your hand, which made you pout a bit, before he instead wrapped his arm around your shoulders and had a grip on the collar of your sweater.

“you’ll stretch it out, dal.”

“oh, you’ll live.”

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❥ STEVE is so cute 😭😭

❥ he tries his hardest guys i swear

❥ he’s a little dumb when it comes to this stuff

❥ steve probably steals one of pony’s valentines grams or whatever, scribbles his name out, and gives it to you

❥ you guys might go see soda or go to a drag race or maybe a car show

❥ maybe he’ll even teach you bout some car stuff, whether you understand it or not 😭

“baby, look! y’see that firebird right ov’there?” he asked, pointing and ushering your body to turn towards the car. steve was practically a kid in a toy store when it came to cars. he knew them like the back of his hand.

“mhm, it’s nice, stevie.” you said, humoring your boyfriend. your feet were practically aching at this point by how long you guys were walking for.

“‘n you see that one over there, too?” glory, how much i’d kill for a car like’at.” you loved steve, but sometimes it frustrated you how oblivious he was to certain things.

as he ranted about, you leaned your head on his shoulder, clutching his arm. you tried to listen to him, really, you tried. but all you could focus on was your throbbing feet, your heels burning with every step you took as you were sure you had blisters already.

how was steve able to be walking for this long?

you tugged on the bottom of his denim vest a little bit, making him shut up and turn his head towards you. “huh?” he asked.

“my feet are gettin’ tired, hun.” you whined with pleading eyes. he stopped for a little bit, contemplating on what to do, before letting go of you. you gave him a puzzled look before he crouched down in front of you, looking over his shoulder. “hop on.” was all steve said.

you laughed a bit, not thinking he was serious.

“you said your feet was hurtin’, didn’t ya?” he asked.

“fine, fine.” you gave him one last chuckle before hopping onto his back and wrapping your arms around his neck, burrowing your head into the crook of his neck.

steve was wrapped around your finger, and you both knew that, as you pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek as a thanks.

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❥ dunno why but all i can imagine for TWO-BIT is a drive-in date

❥ you two, sharing a coke, as you both watch a movie as you’re sat in his car

❥ two’s one of those cheesy mofos who while watching the sunset or a nice movie, he’d say it’s beautiful while looking at you

❥ he’s literally my babygirl what are you on about

❥ my underrated king 🙏🙏

“hey!” he shouted for you as he found you, scanning the entire drive-in for him.

he held out a small deformed heart shaped chocolate box, probably from being accidentally sat on, with a cheesy grin on his face.

“awh, you didn’t have to.” you beamed, gently handling the box as he handed it to you.

“swiped it just for ya.” two-bit said, rocking on the balls of his feet as he awaited a kiss, pursing his lips in the process.

you giggled and placed a quick kiss on his dramatic lips, watching how he chased yours after you pulled away.

“settle down, lover boy. let’s actually watch the movie first.” you said, causing your boyfriend to frown exaggeratedly.

“c’mon baby, let’s go get a coke.” you pulled him by the collar of his leather jacket, material rough under your fingertips as you dragged him along.

and boy, did you never hear the end of it. the whole time you were in line, all you heard from two was, “please darlin’?”, “one more?”, “just on the cheek?”. a string of pleas fell from his lips so many times you had lost count.

once you two had gotten your coke and snacks for the movie, you returned to two’s car as he followed you around, dragging his feet like a sad puppy dog.

“i’ll tell you what, you sit through,” you looked up in thought as you tried to find a good estimate, “twenty minutes, and then maybe you’ll get kisses.”

“twenty minutes? that’s like.. a whole year from now!” two-bit exclaimed.

after seeing your face though, he shut up. he really wanted those kisses, even if that meant sitting through a movie while he was all antsy. so all he did, was cross his arms and pout.

it wasn’t long before he got his wish, though.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yo so who wanna be my valentine?? 💘

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[cosmicalily]

"to be loved is to be remembered" - a mini series by @cosmicalily. view series masterlist, and outline here

4. episodic memory | hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

episodic memory: a type of explicit memory that is categorised as the collection of personal experiences that occurred at particular times and places.

author's note: eeee and the series is finished!! suprisingly quicker than i expected! simply finishing a series is a big accomplishment for my adhd brain so i'm pretty proud of myself :) and having artsy hyune as the final piece after my art exam (my last exam of the year!) feels like a perfect fit. enjoy!

warnings: pregnancy (giggles mischievously)

Your room was a gallery, a time capsule of yours and Hyunjin’s love story. A collection of events, both big and small, some from the very moment, others recalled years on. Pictures from a photobooth, taken after your third date, pinned alongside a beautiful oil painting of the flowers he had bought for you on your one year anniversary. In his sketchbook, Hyunjin carried his immediate thoughts and ideas, his sensory and short term memory. A rough drawing of a handmade coffee cup he caught you admiring at a market, a sketch of an old couple that brought him anticipatory nostalgia, and many, many illustrations of you, his muse, his lover.

Whilst Hyunjin worked with a range of mediums on paper and canvas, often blending a mix into one piece, you preferred to work with ceramics. Sculptures and dishes and cups were scattered around your house, some decorational, others used on a daily basis. He loved to paint your pieces, and often your pieces became a blend of each other, something so beautiful and unique that neither of you could have created alone.

It was a warm morning in the small studio the two of you rented together. Currently, the two of you shared a two-bedroom apartment with Hyunjin’s friend, Felix, and his girlfriend, originally in order to save for a separate studio space. It was important that your home was a place for resting, and that you had an alternate space for creating. You had set it up with your kiln, a miracle secondhand market find, and Hyunjin’s easels. Whilst the studio you’d ended up choosing wasn’t as spacious as other places you’d visited, it had huge floor-to-ceiling windows that flooded the space in sunlight.

Each piece you created, whether together or on separate ends of the room, was a tangible memory of an experience you shared. Something you could look at on the wall or hold in the palm of your hand, a trigger to release a vivid recollection of a moment in your life. 

Today, you worked on a set of plates. The two of you were currently saving for your first home together, after five years of dating and three of living with your friends. You wanted to make whatever place you’d be calling home in the next year or so time as personalised as it could be. Hyunjin, sitting on a chair by your clay-coated desk, dipped his fine tipped brush into a pale pink glaze, painting a cherry tree on a vase you’d fired a few days ago. You warmed the clay in your hands, dampening and smoothing and cutting as you felt the need for it, whilst Hyunjin did the same, alternating and mixing colours as the picture developed.

“You look pretty when you’re doing your thing,” you said suddenly, realising you’d been staring at your boyfriend, unbeknown to him, for a good five minutes. The clay had begun to dry on your hands, so you dipped them in the jar beside you, smoothing out the cracks. 

“So do you, baby,” Hyunjin replied, his face creasing into a smile. The freckle below his lower lashes disappeared as his eyes crinkled into crescent moons, glittering in the bright sunlight.

He reached out for your hand, not caring that it was white with clay, and squeezed your fingers, painting one handed the way he usually did when you were with him. You sculpted one handed too, although this was a little more difficult on your part, and eventually you had to let go to place your plates in your kiln, along with the pieces Hyunjin had finished glazing.

The two of you washed your hands and sat down by the windows, drinking the loose leaf chai Hyunjin kept by a small electric kettle in the studio. Using one of your handmade teapots, he poured the tea and handed you a mug. You sat together, backs against the sun warmed glass of the windows, his arm around your shoulder, your head nestled in his neck.

“We’re going to make that home our nest,” Hyunjin murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“We aren’t even halfway saved for it yet,” you giggled, but indulged his fantasy nonetheless. “I want our bedroom walls to be green, dark green. Apparently it’s the most calming colour.”

Hyunjin nodded thoughtfully. “I heard that too. And I’ll paint the tiles for our bathroom; we need an actual bath, one of those pretty claw-foot ones.”

“I’ll make the tiles,” you offered, and he smiled at you, kissing the tip of your nose.

You sat together, soft jazz playing in the background, bodies against each other. The room was warm with the heat of the kiln and the brightness of the afternoon sun, and you knew, you always had, that Hwang Hyunjin, although he wasn’t your first, would be your last love.

“Can I draw something?” You asked, your head resting against Hyunjin’s thigh as he worked on a painting. You hadn’t been feeling well recently, so rather than work on your ceramics, you would sit with Hyunjin and watch him paint. He’d even put away his oils for the time being as he knew they triggered your nausea, and had begun experimenting with watercolours again.

“Of course, baby, my sketchbook’s on the floor,” Hyunjin replied, one hand slotted in your hair, gently massaging your scalp, the other holding his paintbrush.

You pulled a pencil from your bun, something you never recalled placing there, but always happened to be present, and began to sketch. You drew the white walls of the studio, sketched the shadows on the hardwood floor, and drew your boyfriend, his eyes focused, plump lips slightly open.

It was comforting, sketching. You understood why he loved to do it so much. It took your mind off the dull headache that hummed behind your eyebrows and the waves of tension in your stomach. You leaned closer into Hyunjin’s touch as you drew, adding small details and blending shadows with your fingers, until you felt it was complete.

“What did you draw, pretty girl?” Hyunjin asked, setting his paintbrush down and shifting his canvas to the drying rack in the corner. He sat down on the floor beside you and pulled you into an embrace, kissing your forehead gently. Although you felt far from pretty, your curls escaping your bun and your eyebags more prominent than usual due to a lack of sleep, you didn’t fight back, because you knew he wasn’t talking about your appearance. He always saw deeper than that.

“It’s the studio,” you replied, showing him the page.

“What’s the meaning behind it?” He asked, the way he always did.

“It’s the place where I first told you I was pregnant,” you whispered, your eyes glassy.

Hyunjin paused, not understanding. “But this sketch was right now, wasn’t it? Those are the clothes I’m still wearing.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my God,” Hyunjin turned to you, eyes wide and sparkling. “Oh my God, are you having our baby?”

You nodded, and a tear trickled down your cheek and onto your lip. He wiped it tenderly with the soft flesh of his thumb, and you kissed his finger, not caring that it tasted of paint. “I took a test a few days ago when I was still feeling crap after a week. I realised I hadn’t gotten my period in a while either. I was really, really scared at first. Because we only just moved into our own place and there’s still so much to furnish and plan-”

“It’s okay, baby, it’s going to be okay,” Hyunjin interrupted you, stroking your warm cheeks. He tucked your bangs behind your ear and nodded at you slowly. “We’ll be okay. If you’re happy about it, I’m happy. If you're not, I'm not, and we can do something about it. I trust you and your body. Yes, it’s unplanned, but for fuck’s sake, we’re artists, do we ever plan anything properly?”

“No,” you giggled. “And I am happy. Really happy. After the shock settled down, I was flooded with this insane joy, because there’s nobody else I’d want to do this with other than you. Truly.”

Hyunjin’s eyes watered. “I’m happy. Incredibly happy. Can I paint on your belly when it grows?”

“Of course you can. They’re going to be the most creative little angel, I already know it,” You smiled, resting a hand on your stomach. Hyunjin moved his hand on top of yours, linking your fingers.

[seoulmatez]

— 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓈𝑒 ౨ৎ

okkotsu yuta x f!reader. 2.2k wc. ﾉ smut ﾉ nsfw (mdni) ﾉ characters aged 21+ ﾉ unprotected sex ﾉ tit + nipple play ﾉ a hint of dacryphilia ﾉ brief handjob ﾉ mentions of cheating (neither yuta nor reader) ﾉ yuta is a little obsessive

note: eeee it's yuta's birthday ! ! i wrote this fairly quickly to post in time so pls forgive any mistakes :3 enjoy + wish the pretty boy a happy bday ‪‪❤︎‬

yuta has imagined your first time at his place on more occasions than he can recall and none of them could have prepared him for the reality of your first visit—sitting on his couch with your knees hugged to your chest, quiet sniffles filling the air as warm tears stream down your cheeks. it’s a bit awkward, partly because of your crying but mostly because yuta doesn’t mind it. he’s sure that a majority of men wouldn’t see this as attractive or opportunistic but, as he pulls a tissue from the box to offer you, yuta can’t help but think that this moment is perfect.

“i can’t believe he’d cheat on me.” you accept the tissue from yuta, dabbing the corners of your watery eyes. you crumple the kleenex in your hand but the action seems a bit premature as a new set of tears glaze over your eyes. a couple of them spill past your lashes when you turn to face yuta. he swallows the lump in his throat that comes with being the subject of your tearful gaze. it must be wrong to find you so pretty when you’re clearly upset. “do you think it was me? could i have done something to push him away?”

yuta’s head is shaking in denial as soon as the question falls from your lips. he can’t believe that you’d ever think that. what could you have possibly done to push him into another woman’s arms? if you were to ask him, he’d tell you that your ex was the dumbest man on planet earth for leaving you—and for someone else, at that. though, he’d also have to thank your idiotic ex for letting you go. he never deserved you to begin with and his absence was the opening that yuta often found himself praying for.

“you didn’t do anything wrong,” yuta tries to reassure you with a soft smile. he wills his hand to stop shaking as it comes up to wipe your tears away. the palm of his hand is warm against your face, the pad of his thumb rough but comforting as it brushes your cheek. the contact makes your eyes widen and lips part—you’ve been friends with yuta for a while now but he’s never touched you like this. it’s tender and you like it. to your dismay, he only lets his fingers linger a second longer before bashfully pulling away, choosing to clumsily scratch at his neck instead.

“i’m sure that you were a perfect girlfriend,” yuta tells you, and then he thinks better of his words. “not that him cheating on you would have been excusable if you weren’t!” he raises his hands and waves them in dismissal. if yuta were lucky enough to call himself your boyfriend, no number of little mistakes or miscommunications would run him away. he’d be by your side for the long haul. he’d never want to let you go.

“i just mean…” he looks up to the ceiling as he gathers the hectic thoughts bouncing around in his head into a coherent sentence. “nothing you did drove him to that.”

with a sigh, yuta closes his eyes and shakes his head subtly. his nerves are starting to get to him and he doesn’t want some stupid jitters to be what ruins this chance for him. you’re finally within his reach, just an arm’s length away, his for the taking.

he’s gotta pull himself together.

when the man tilts his head down and opens his eyes, he’s met with the sight of you. it shouldn’t make him jump, but your body is turned to face him and you’re closer than you had been before. he can feel his heart thump against his chest at the proximity but he supposes it’s a good sign. his words didn’t rub you the wrong way like he thought they might have—he’s still got a chance.

your knees are tucked beneath you now, hands resting on your thighs. your fingers nervously tap at your leg as you hold yuta’s gaze. you couldn’t be exactly sure why yuta was the first one you called upon finding out that your relationship had all but crumbled. maybe it had to do with the fact that he always seemed to want to help or maybe it was simply the fact that he was always around. regardless of the reasoning, the overwhelming sadness you had felt when you arrived is beginning to dissipate, replaced by new feelings that you’re sure you shouldn’t be acting on. 

but that fleeting thought doesn’t stop you from asking, “you really think so?”

he nods, never taking his eyes off yours. “i do—”

his words jumble as you lean forward to press your lips against his. you can feel him gasp a bit but he doesn’t pull away. his lips are warm and softer than you thought they’d be. it’s a sloppy kiss, uncoordinated and messy with spit, though, that fact doesn’t stop either of you from deepening it—from chasing more.

your leg swings over his thighs so that you’re straddling him, hands coming up to cup his jaw as you run your tongue along his lower lip. your chest and yuta’s rise and fall with heavy breaths between the two of you. the air surrounding you is thick and charged and you want nothing more than to feed off of it. “is this okay?” 

“yeah, but…” he doesn’t want to come off as too eager, although, he’s sure you’re having no trouble telling with the way you’re grinding on the growing tent in his jeans. he hopes he doesn’t regret asking, “are you sure?”

“i just—i need to get my mind off of him. i need a distraction,” you tell yuta, rolling your hips against his. your hands drop from his face in favor of making their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark, inky strands as you stare into the depths of his widened eyes. “can you be that for me?”

a strangled moan—one that yuta desperately tries, and fails, to hold back—sounds in the quiet air of his living room. nothing would make him happier than to be yours to use. the hands that had once been stiffly resting at his sides come up to make a home on your waist. “god, yes, i can.”

his confirmation is all you need to dip your head down and capture his lips in yet another kiss. yuta doesn’t attempt to swallow down his moans and you don’t either—not that it would be possible upon feeling his bulge rhythmically nudge your panty-clad clit. the contact makes your skin prickle with goosebumps and contributes to the growing wetness between your legs.

impatience overcomes you as your mind races with thoughts of what yuta feels like without all the fabric barriers. you reach down between your bodies to fumble with the buckle of his belt, lips still occupied with his. with your attention divided, it takes you a couple of botched attempts before you’re finally able to loosen his belt, undo his button, and pull down his zipper. 

the sequence of actions reveals his black underwear and brings you one step closer to seeing him in his entirety. yuta’s breath hitches in his throat as you palm his cock and you take that as an opportunity to break away from the kiss, turning your full focus to the member between his legs. 

your fingers slip under the waistband of his boxer briefs and pull the cotton down, releasing his erection. it slaps against his t-shirt and the cool air must bite against his head because you can hear him hiss at the new position.

your hand hesitantly hovers, eyes locking onto his in a silent plea for permission to touch him. he catches on quickly, hurriedly nodding. he’s imagined this countless times, too—how your fingers would feel wrapped around his cock. and yuta thinks he’s been patient enough until now. 

when you finally take him in your hand, he’s warm and heavy in your grasp. the precum beading at his slit is plentiful. you let your thumb run over the opening, spreading the pre over his head and down his shaft, slowly stroking his length. he’s painfully hard, so much so that yuta tosses his head back to rest on the couch cushion.

he fidgets with the hem of your shirt that hugs your midsection in an effort to keep himself grounded. at this rate, he’s going to come all over your hand. he needs something to busy his mind with to keep that much from happening. “can i—” he swallows thickly before tipping his chin down to look you in the eye, “can i take off your shirt?”

you hum, raising your arms over your head so that he can pull your tee off. your absence between his legs doesn’t go unnoticed as he tugs the shirt off your torso. the fabric falls from the light grip of his fingers when he realizes that you aren’t wearing a bra. his cheeks grow impossibly warmer upon being met with the sight of your bare chest, though, instead of giving in to embarrassment, yuta’s hands come up to massage your tits.

as good as it feels to have his hands all over you, you’re aching for something more. so, while you have no intention of stopping him, you reach under your skirt to pull your panties to the side. both sets of your eyes are glued to the space between you, the space that lessens with each inch you take as you slowly sink down onto his cock. the stretch makes your lips part and your head loll as you adjust to his size. 

“shit,” yuta swears under his breath, his thumbs sweeping over your hardened nipples. he can’t believe he’s buried in you, being swallowed by your warmth. he didn’t know it was possible to feel this way—like he’s walking on clouds. his next words come out quiet and breathy, so low that you can barely hear them. “you feel so good.”

a small smile pulls at the corners of your lips at his whispered statement. you’d tell him the same if you weren’t more concerned with chasing your high. as your hands come to rest on his shoulders, you lift yourself up and down, setting a relaxed rhythm that’s just enough to attain the pleasure you’re after.

it’s mesmerizing, yuta thinks, the way your breasts bounce as you ride him. he licks his lips hungrily before latching onto one of your nipples. his tongue swirls against the peak while lithe fingers pinch at and roll the other between his rough pads. the moans that push past his lips and vibrate against your skin as he sucks at your tits fuel the fire of arousal in your abdomen. 

you dig your nails into his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt bunching together in your grasp with your tightened grip. between his touch, his mouth, and the way his cock head keeps bumping your g-spot, you’re not sure that you want to—or can—draw this out for any longer.

your pace quickens as your climax approaches and the rhythm you took care setting earlier has all but disappeared as your hips knock into yuta’s. your hastened tempo makes his cock twitch. that feeling of tightness in his muscles returns, the one that warns him of his impending orgasm. while he wouldn’t be ashamed to come before you, he thinks it would be more romantic if you do it together.

with his lip pulled between his teeth, yuta’s hand sneaks down to rub your clit. the unexpected touch makes you gasp in surprise. his fingers must be magic or the closest thing to it because a few simple circles are all it takes to snap the tension that had been building up in your tummy.

yuta’s name is sweet on your lips as you cry out for him. your walls spasm around his cock as your orgasm washes over you, nails biting into his shoulder blades in an attempt to ground yourself. 

yuta is sure that his desire to come inside of you is unmatched, though, he isn’t sure now is an appropriate time to do so. so, he ignores the devilish thoughts begging him—urging him—to paint your insides white. he pulls out and lets his cum spurt on his sweaty shirt with a shaky groan.

beyond your shared heavy breaths, yuta’s apartment is silent. it gives you both a moment to think about what just happened, but the thoughts on your minds starkly contrast.

you’re starting to feel the weight of your actions and you’re almost positive that the regret will be in full effect once you’ve slept on it for a night. it’s not typical of you to take on rebounds and certainly not ones that run in your everyday circle. you’ll be lucky if yuta is willing to forget that any of this happened.

unlike you, yuta feels absolutely and positively weightless. you’ve successfully put every fantasy he could dream up with you to shame. if it was this good the first time, he can’t wait to see what it’ll be like when he actually gets to fuck you—when he’s able to call you his.

thanks for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, pls consider reblogging or commenting :3

[helloiamadrawer]

Goku/Reader Fluff and Comfort Hc's

Big sweet saiyan loves to cuddle after a hard day of training (ofc he's going to wash up first before he hops into bed with you) and he's like a big warm teddy bear to hug and snuggle with eeee 💕

Finds it cute/funny when you try to be the big spoon, you're just so smol compared to him its adorable

Coming in frustrated from a complicated day at work? Goku will sit you down and let you vent about it to him or if you want to let out some anger maybe some sparring or needed training to boost your power level, it reminds him of another friend he has who always tries to surpass him and has a big attitude (cough cough Vegeta)

If baking is your outlet for stress or if you just like doing it as a side hobby, Goku makes it a bit more fun, I mean trying to maneuver his big, muscly body around yall's small kitchen, bumping into everything, taking caution to not knocking anything over cause it might make you mad is really comedy gold!

"Oh crap! I broke one of the plates again, sorry baby 🥺" "It's fine Goku, that one was just one someone gave to me when we moved in, I didn't like it anyway." 🤣

9/10 for help though, although you had to tell him the difference between a baking spatula and a spatula tho but that's about it. He'll go fetch some ingredients for you if you don't have any or ran out. You two did make the most awesome peach cobbler though uwu

The biggest pair of puppy dog eyes he gives you when he asks you if he can lick the spoon 🥺

Gives gooood shoulder massages 💯 if you're really tense/tired after your daily life activities, he'll even offer to give massages after training and you're here thinking: how does this man have the energy?? we just sparred for a good hour '

One time you asked your sweet bf if you could touch his hair, it went something like this:

"You want to touch my hair?" Goku=cutely confused "yea..I understand if you don't want me to, I was just wondering cause it looks so soft." Goku:"Well, you can go ahead :) I don't mind."

Your hand rises up to the top of his head (he has to bend down halfway to meet your height level cause he's almost 6 foot 😂) as you pet his jet black hair, and to your surprise it was really soft, just like you had hoped for.

"What kind of shampoo do you use babe?"you asked curiously. "Umm..it was actually one of Bulma's new conditioners, I accidentally used it instead of my usual hair hair soap." he chuckles, "What is my hair like super soft now--huh?"before he could finish his sentence, your whole face was in his hair lmaoo, you couldn't help it, it was like you were in a cloud, a fluffy cloud that gave off the scent of linen and waterfalls.

Speaking of waterfalls, he flew you to the most beautiful nature trail, you never even knew that this universe had one until Goku mentioned to you that there was a Namekian who literally knew the whole status of the universe along with the supreme kai. But wow, was it amazing to behold with your own eyes, vibrant flowers were scattered across the land, along with the mingling sounds of birds and let's not forget the waterfall..

You two trudged upon a hill and there it was, you could not believe your eyes, it had to be the most biggest one in the whole multiverse. "Isn't it awesome?" Goku asked, "I was thinking I could take you here since you like nature a whole lot.". The Saiyan sure does think about you a whole lot which is sweet. You hum in agreement and sit down to watch the endless display of nature's art, your boyfriend follows suit and swings his arm around you pulling you close to him. "We should do this more often" You sigh in content leaning in to the Saiyan's touch. Goku gives you a peck on the head as you two sit back and enjoy the sounds and each other's company.

enjoy! thank you for reading!

[teyamsgrl]

drinking you in ✧ lo'ak

❗️MDNI ❗️

eeee here is my first story! enjoy everyone and pls give me any feedback!

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, agedup!lo'ak, drunk!lo'ak, friends to lovers, whiny!lo'ak, switch!lo'ak, tit play, blowjob, missionary, l-bombs, lo'ak calling you mamas 🧎🏻‍♀️

you and lo'ak have been close friends for many years now, spending almost everyday together. he was also your love, someone whom you wanted to be your mate. you always shook yourself out of these thoughts, he is your best friend. despite your unsaid feelings, you knew lo'ak inside and out, and one thing you knew about lo'ak is that when there's a party.. he will be drunk within minutes.

it was neteyam’s birthday and the sully siblings figured it would be fun to throw a party for him deep in the forest, with alcohol that they had snuck from their dad’s stash. many of their na’vi friends attended (including you of course) and they were drinking, laughing, and talking about all the village gossip.

“bro, you definitely need another shot of this” lo’ak slurs and waves the bottle of god knows what in his brother’s face. “okay okay, but spider has to do it too” neteyam gestures drunkenly over to spider. spider laughs and pulls off his mask and grabs the bottle to quickly swig some of it. his face contorts in a look of disgust before handing it to neteyam. the bottle finally makes it’s way to lo’ak and he proceeds to chug the rest of the liquor. “duuuuude” neteyam whines and lo’ak just giggles and hiccups. “wasn’t drunk enough, sorry bro”. you shake your head knowing what was to come… time for lo’ak to get crazy.

not even 10 minutes pass and he is swinging off of branches on the nearby tree and on his last jump, he smacks directly into the trunk of the tree. kiri bursts out laughing and lo’ak flops onto the moss glowing underneath the tree. “damn that hurt” lo’ak gets up slowly and stumbles over back to where everyone was sitting. you stand up and grab his wrist, “i think we need to get you back home” you say as you brush off the moss stuck on his arm. “noooooo y/n i don’t wanna” he whines and tries to move from your grip. “he is such a child” you think to yourself as you reach your free arm out to hug kiri quickly “i’ll see you tomorrow, and yes you are going home” you shake your head and begin to drag lo’ak away from the drunken group. “i didn’t wanna leave” he pouts as you basically pull him through the dark forest, “too bad, you’re drunk” you chuckle and continue walking. “mhmmmmm, not drunk” he mumbles as you two continue on.

upon arriving to his family’s tent, you sigh in relief as you remember that jake, neytiri, and tuk are visiting friends in another village. “come on” you enter the tent and shut the door behind you, motioning lo’ak to sit on the woven mat in the middle of the tent. he sits and you kneel beside him, looking at the scrape on his cheek from his big tumble earlier. you grab some ointment that you noticed was on the table and spread some on his cheek. “skxawng…” you mumble before letting out a squeak upon getting yanked into his lap. “l-lo’ak-“ your mind races and heart pounds as you realize your position. fuck he looks good from up here. “have i ever told you that you’re so fucking hot” he hums and runs his hands along your thighs. “lo’ak what-“ he shushes you as he grabs at your ass, “so hot… i’ve needed you so bad…” you whine softly as you begin to feel his cock hardening through his loincloth. “please, please kiss me” he whines and leans closer before you slam your lips onto his. you two kiss deeply, tongues moving against each other as you grip his shoulders. he continues to whine into the kiss as he runs his hands up to untie the beads covering your chest. he lets the beads drop, pulling away from the kiss along with a line of spit connecting your lips. “let me suck them mamas, please i want them in my mouth” he looks up at you as you breathe shakily and nod. his mouth instantly latches onto your erect nipple, sucking as you throw your head back and grip his braids tight. “oh lo’ak..” you moan and grind down onto his erection. “fuck” he mumbles and moves to your other nipple, playfully licking it before sucking it into his mouth. “feels so good” you whine and grind harder, a wet spot forming on your loincloth. he pulls away from your nipple and looks up at you, about to speak before you cover his lips with your finger. you climb off his lap and untie his loincloth, pulling it off of him to reveal his hard (and big) cock.

your eyes widen slightly before you kiss his tip and wrap your hand around his shaft, beginning to stroke as you look up at him through your eyelashes. “yes yes…” he moans and looks down at you, mouth agape. you begin to suck his tip, slowly moving down to bob your mouth on his entire cock. “holy fuck- yes babygirl this is what i needed” he grabs your hair and moves your mouth up and down his dick. you moan around him and grip his thighs as he helps you out. as you go to deepthroat him again, he pulls you off of him causing you to take a deep breath. “i’m gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you so hard and show you how bad i’ve needed you and your pussy” you shiver at his words while he flips you onto your back, dragging his fingers along your loincloth. you whine and buck your hips against his fingers, desperate to feel him directly. he chuckles, “what is it babygirl? you need me that bad?” he smirks and pulls your loincloth off, grabbing your legs and placing them on his shoulders. “so wet…” he whispers as he spreads your pussy with his large hands. “lo’ak please..” you moan desperately as you watch him drink in the sight of your pussy.

"just drinking in the sight mama..." he bites his lip before dragging his tip along your slit, watching you gasp at each movement. "do you want it inside?" he nudges the tip into your hole, waiting there for an answer. "yes i need it!!!" the second those words leave your mouth lo'ak has the entire length of his dick inside your soaking pussy. he groans as he bottoms out in you, staring deeply into your eyes with nothing but lust behind his own. he begins to thrust, holding your thighs as he pounds you. "oh eywa-" you moan, grabbing at his fingers that are definitely leaving marks on your thighs. "fuck yes... you have no idea how many times i've imagined having you in this position-" he gasps as your pussy squeezes his cock, "having you moaning under me, moaning because of me" he thrusts deeper and you start to moan louder and louder. "i'm close lo'ak... shit" you whine and arch on the mat below you. "that's it baby, cum for me, i fucking love you, cum for me" he breathes as he reaches one hand down to circle your clit. you were shocked at his words yet so close to orgasm, "i love you too- shit i'm cumming!" your legs shake as you cum on his cock, him following close behind. "oh my- gonna fill you, fuckkkkkk.." he pumps you full with cum before flopping beside you on the mat.

once you both catch your breath, you decide to speak up "did you mean it?" you whisper, fiddling with your fingers out of nervousness. "i did ma y/n... i know i was drunk earlier but i promise, i do love you" you smile and hide your face in his neck "good, because i meant it too". he kisses your head and wraps his arms around your waist, sighing in content at tonight's events. today definitely felt like his birthday instead.

[thecapricunt1616]

The Bear & His Honey - Chapter 20

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐓𝐂 !) : “Can we never leave this bed? Just stay… forever” he said and rested his forehead on mine once again, eyes fluttering shut. Peace. That’s what I saw over his features, it was few and far between to find these days. But when he did, he savored it like it was the most luxurious perfect meal in the universe.  “Yes” I hum and cup his cheeks “have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Bear?” I mused and began kissing along all the little freckles that covered his cheeks and jaw. He giggled a bit at the ticklish pecks and hid his now blushy face in my neck, pinching my hip playfully.  “Stoppp” he said and I smiled big, scratching his hair gently and kissing his temple.  “It’s true - so pretty. The prettiest boy.” I said and squeeze him with my thigh and he rolled me on top of him, dragging my hips down to settle on top of his and he looks up at me carefully, as if he was gauging my reaction. I bit the inside of my lip gently, rolling my hips just enough to supply him some friction and I rested my forehead on his, taking his hands and interlacing our fingers. “This ok?” I ask quietly.

♡ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨: The Tortured Poets Department (Song) Taylor Swift ♡ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Winnie & Carmy finally understand eachother again for a moment. Winnie goes with Carmy & Syd to the Ever funeral dinner. ♡ 𝐖/𝐂:9.0K ♡ 𝐀/𝐍: Hello my lovely friends!!! I am here with chapter 20 for you all!!! Eeee things in this story are really starting to pick up! I'm sorry not sorry that this is getting so long, I told y'all from the beginning that I was really wordy! I hope you're still enjoying hehe <3 This is very heavily based on the finale of S3! Funny enough this season already worked with what I was planning for this story, so by nature I had to incorperate it! The whole scene with Carmy and his boss made my stomach drop & writing it did the same!! This chapter is very much a rollercoaster of emotions!! I hope you enjoy hehe ♡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐓𝐂: *Minimally edited*, Speaking of drug use, Speaking of past abuse, Sad!Carmy, Anxious!Carmy, Angst, Scenes are kind of choppy since the fluff & dinner were the main part of the story sorry hehe, Fluff & Smut, Lovey morning smut kinda thing, Swearing, Carmy being emotionally constipated/not understanding how things can be perceived (#justautismthings I feel you Carmy) ➵ 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!♡

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝐓𝐁&𝐇𝐇 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒫.𝒪.𝒱. 🍯

After a few hours of sleep, I woke up and reached for Carmy but didn’t feel him. I peeled open my eyes and looked around the dark room, sitting up and rubbing my face. I stood up and took my bra off, the little packet that was half empty falling to the floor. I picked it up and put it in my nightstand, slipping Carmys white shirt over my head and padding out to the living room to see him arms crossed, still in his jeans, socked feet hanging off the end of the couch.

 I knelt next to him on the floor, grabbing his hand and bringing it to my lips gently, whispering “I’m sorry” I knew I would tell him when he was awake, but I had to let him know as soon as I could. 

His eyes fluttered open and he took his hand, rubbing his face before taking mine again. “I’m sorry, Bear. I’m sorry for saying such mean things. I don’t remember them all, but I remember I probably hurt you. And I’m sorry.” I said honestly. He remains quiet for a moment, before softly asking 

“Do you do drugs to get away from me?” And I frowned, sighing a bit. 

“Baby, you know not everything I do is about you, right?” I ask and sit down next to his legs, gently easing them into my lap. 

“Yeah… but..I dunno” he looks away for a short moment. “Can I try?” He asked and my eyes widen, before I quickly shake my head no. 

“Baby- absolutely not. You aren’t in a headspace for experimenting with drugs right now. Maybe…” I trail off, sighing a bit. If anything coke would probably kill him, his head would spin off like a top. 

“I don’t think that coke would be the drug for you, sweetheart. I think something that would more… mellow you out, but drugs aren’t the answer, Bear. I didn’t do it to get away from anything - is that what you want to do?” I asked and he nodded a bit. 

“I just…I dunno. Lately I feel I can’t get my head straight. I thought somethin like that might help” he said softly and I rub his hand. 

“Come to bed, your back is gonna kill” I said and he sighed softly, looking at the clock on the oven. 

“Should just shower. Gotta be up in 20 anyway” he said and I shook my head. 

“We need time, Bear. You can’t go in early today, please? Please honey. Just take some time to rest and talk to me?” I rub his chest in soothing circles and he sighed a bit, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling 

“Mkay” he relented and I smiled a bit, squeezing his knee gently. 

“Has this still been bugging you?” I asked and he shook his head 

“S’my shoulder. Right one” he said and I took his hand, kissing it gently 

“Well let’s get you to bed, and I can give you a nice rub, hmm?” I asked, trailing my hand under his shirt over his abs gently, relishing in the warmth he offered. 

“You’re too good” he said softly and I gently tug his arm so he’d sit up and peck his lips 

“Take it as more of a sorry, baby. You shouldn’t ever be talked down to that way, it was wrong. And I love you so much, I promise to be more careful with my words” I kiss his temple gently and he bit his lip 

“Where do you learn that?” He asked gently as we made our way back to the bedroom. “Learn what?” I gently tug off the button of his jeans and he kicked them off, pulling his shirt off and laying down on his stomach, hugging his pillow and nuzzling his face into it tiredly as I grabbed my cbd lotion and straddled his hips

“Say sorry with more words” he muttered and I work out the knots in his shoulder as I think. 

“Well, it’s not something I was born with. Or that my mother taught me. I think we both relate in that way. Our mothers weren’t very nice to us, so she never told me anything for hurting me. When I went to therapy, to start with- I was going on benders every few weeks and stealing from people and lying to people and… so anyway. Therapy, baby. I guess I started feeling bad I put the bad on other people too. And made them feel icky. So I wanted to learn how I could make it better” I said gently and ease my hands over the back of his neck, rubbing lightly and he hums. 

“D’you think it’s wrong I still give a shit about my mom?” He asked and I stopped, leaning down and giving him a gentle kiss to the top of his head. 

“That’s normal. She’s your mother.” I said and he sat quietly for a moment before asking 

“D’you think it’s wrong I still give a shit what Fields would think?”  

I swallowed thickly, not wanting to gut him with my answer but knowing it would be wrong to lie. “Yes, darling. But not wrong, just unfortunate. That man will never like you, Carmy. Is that what you want?” I ask and he sarcastically chuckled 

“Fuck that. If that fuckin - no. No baby if that prick ever said he liked me I’d want someone to shoot me in the fuckin head because any person that man would want to be around has to be the same level of - of fuckin evil that he is.” He said passionately and I nodded, rubbing his arm gently to calm him back down 

“Shhh- Bear. Bear, then what honey. Why would you care what someone so evil thinks of you, of the beautiful legacy you’ve made for yourself already and you’re only half his age, sweetheart.” I continued rubbing the tension out of his shoulders. “I don’t think you should say anything if he’s at that dinner tonight “

“How do you know about that?” 

I furrow my brow, “baby- I hung with the girls last night and Marcus and one of their work friends. They told me that all these people were coming to town because there’s some kind of funeral dinner, for your ex boss chefff-“ I try to remember the name 

“Terry” he finished “Andrea terry. One of the better bosses I’ve had. You’re gonna like her. But I doubt that fuckface is even gonna be there. No one fucking likes him anyone who’s ever worked with or for that demon leaves seriously mentally fuckin I’ll an-and I think a lot of the time actually I know babe you fuckin are the one who’s with me every night when I’m throwing up. Or or I’m fucking -“

“I know baby” I said gently and gently left a kiss between his shoulder blades. “So that’s a good thing, how exciting then, baby. You can network, and thank your boss for teaching you so much. Syd is super excited about it, she said there should be a lot of opportunity there for you both” I try to shift the focus to the positive but of course his racing thoughts just have to drag the mood down 

“What if she thinks the Bear is- is shit. What if she thinks I’ve learned nothing and - and that I’m fuckin a loser, Win? W-what if she-“

“Carmy” I tuck my hands under his chest, finding his racing heart and cupping my palm over it, nuzzling my face in his neck. “Do me a favor baby. Take a breath. You’re spiraling, we came in here to relax” I said and breathe deep with him a few times “okay, now, baby. Let’s quiet our minds together, ok?” I said and he chuckled a bit, lightly since my weight was still over him. 

“Can’t remember the last time that’s happened” he chides and I gently pet his hair 

“Shhhhh. Listen to my voice, Bear. Ok? Now let’s imagine somewhere that’s peaceful. Where would that be?” I asked

“Not fuckin work” he said and I hum

“So Bear when a thought comes to your mind let’s just try to let it pass, hm? Don’t interact with it. If it sticks around for a second that’s ok, but let’s try and imagine…. Ah- Central Park. You told me when you used to walk there-“

“No not New York he’s in New York. I can’t be in New York and feel peace.” 

“ ok” I sigh, a bit defeated “ok. Pretend we’re in fucking Australia, Carmy. The prettiest god damn beach you can muster. Picture it and if you say there’s trauma surrounding Australia I’m going to-“

“Uni. Uni sucks and we get it imported from there, but I’ve never been so I’ll pretend this beach has no female eels” he smiled one of those stupid little ‘hehe I just made a joke’ smiles that he does, and i laughed leaning in and kissing his cheek 

“You make relaxation impossible for yourself, do you realize this sweetheart?” 

“I’ve been told. Ok so I’m on a beach, there is sand everywhere and it’s hot. What do I do now?” He asked with his eyes closed. 

“Ok- do you hate beaches or something?” I asked and he hummed

“Sand is annoying. Can I be on a boat instead?” He asked and I smile a bit, leaning in and kissing his temple gently, holding on to all of my remaining patience with an iron fist. 

“Carmy” I said softly and he hums as I rest my forehead on his, our lips meer inches apart. He hummed in response and puckered his lips so they would meet mine gently “you need to be good f’me and listen, you need rest” I said gently and he kissed my lips again 

“Jus’ stay like this my head feels way quieter.” He said barely above a whisper, basically speaking into my mouth before kissing me again. “Y’re the only fuckin thing in this world that helps, honey.” He kissed the corner of my mouth gently “I love you” he mumbled into my lips. I stroke the pad of my thumb slightly back and forth over his heart. 

“I love you, Carmen. I love you more then I could ever express. Now get some sleep f’me, ok? So we can have a good day at work, right? Were gonna have a good day?” I assure and he hummed  “A good day”

Not good, better. Amazing, actually. Compared to the days we’d been having? I woke up, and Carmy was still in bed. And the fucking sun was up!!! I smiled big, rubbing his back gently and he stirred a bit, nuzzling his nose with mine and his eyes fluttered open to meet my gaze. I left a gentle kiss on his lips and he kissed me back, slow and easy. Unrushed. 

“Time?” He asked softly. I sit up, peering at his large annoying blue alarm clock he insisted on having because for some reason his phone alarms weren’t good enough anymore. 

“5:56. Look at you, sleeping in so late” I teased and kiss his forehead. He hiked my thigh over his hips, adjusting us so we were perfectly flush together and he rucked up his shirt that I was wearing, so we’d be skin to skin as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck and shoulder and chin and anywhere he could reach. 

“Can we never leave this bed? Just stay… forever” he said and rested his forehead on mine once again, eyes fluttering shut. Peace. That’s what I saw over his features, it was few and far between to find these days. But when he did, he savored it like it was the most luxurious perfect meal in the universe. 

“Yes” I hum and cup his cheeks “have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Bear?” I mused and began kissing along all the little freckles that covered his cheeks and jaw. He giggled a bit at the ticklish pecks and hid his now blushy face in my neck, pinching my hip playfully. 

“Stoppp” he said and I smiled big, scratching his hair gently and kissing his temple. 

“It’s true - so pretty. The prettiest boy.” I said and squeeze him with my thigh and he rolled me on top of him, dragging my hips down to settle on top of his and he looks up at me carefully, as if he was gauging my reaction. I bit the inside of my lip gently, rolling my hips just enough to supply him some friction as I rested my forehead on his, taking his hands and interlacing our fingers. “This ok?” I ask quietly. 

“Really ok, I think I’d be ok with more, actually” he said and I smiled, a real bright honest smile. Fucking finally 

“Yeah? This is good, right?” I ask in regards to our position as I dragged my hips along his, rubbing my clit over his hardening cock and he hummed 

“Perfect - always perfect, Angel” he kissed my lips lovingly as I reach down and dip my fingers into his boxers, grabbing his length with a gentle grip and I felt his stomach clench beneath me and his breath hitched. “Not gonna last long.” He admitted and I kiss his lips to get him to shut up, and pull him out before tugging my panties to the side and sinking down. 

We moaned in tandem, my head falling to the crook of his neck as I just sat there, enjoying the full feeling that I missed so fucking much. With the lack of prep it burned just a bit, but fuck that was nothing in comparison to the closeness and happiness and love and fullness I felt. “God I fucking love you, Bear” I lazily roll my hips, we were barely moving but Jesus it was fucking amazing. 

He laid beneath me, slack jawed, eyes fluttered shut and soft grunts and moans pulling from his throat “Bear” I said softly and kiss his jaw 

“I love you, honey” he replied, voice raspy with sleep and lust. “Fuck- I - I needa move” he rolled us on our side and snapped his hips with mine, my back arching and our chests flush together. 

“Mmm - fuck wow- I missed you baby” I whine out, eyes fluttering shut and lifting my thigh higher on his waist so he could get a deeper angle. We were essentially front spooning, every limb entangled, every bit of possible skin touching. Words didn’t really have to be exchanged when we had sex like this because we felt all of them. 

I felt I love you, I need you, you’re mine in each thrust, and I hope he felt the same. “Close” I squeak out as I felt that familiar warmth in the pit of my stomach. 

“Can I cum inside?” He rasps, thrusts getting sloppier as he got closer to his relief. 

“Please Bear. Fill me up” I beg, and with a final hard thrust, and a growl like grunt I felt warmth in the deepest part of me, leaking down and covering my walls. “Mm feels so good” I said. He kept thrusting and within a minute I was following him through to my own orgasm, thighs trembling and toes curling, him whining hotly as my walls clenched around his softening cock. 

“So fuckin good- so good” he muttered and kissed my temple sweetly, tugging me so our pelvis’ were perfectly flush, like we were 2 puzzle pieces meant for eachother. “Fit so perfect baby” he said gently and nuzzled his nose with mine. 

“Made for eachother. Siamo fatti l’uno per l’altra” I repeat the Italian phrase I’d read in one of my fantasy romance books and his brow furrows 

“Where’d you learn that?” He asked, a small smile dancing on his lips “you don’t know Italian how’d you know what made for each other is in Italian” he asked and I shrug lightly. 

“What? Aren’t you impressed? Mon ours” (my Bear) I kiss his lips sweetly. 

“I’m very impressed, also a little turned on- you should learn more Italian” he kissed my neck hungrily and I giggled, resting my face to the side so he could get better access. 

“Oh yeah? Is that all I need to get your attention, some sappy Italian? That should be easy they say it’s the language of romance right?” I gently play with his curls 

“I wish I could give you it all baby but…” he trailed off and rubbed my back gently “I gotta get up. Gotta get ready” he said just above a whisper. I sighed dramatically, pulling off of him and grabbing my phone silently, rolling over to go scroll through tik tok or something else to distract me. 

“Hey - hey” he eased, grabbing my hips and pulling me back to him, he plucked my phone from my hand “are you even gonna hear me out? I was gonna say, why don’t we go have a quick shower and I’ll make us somethin’ t’eat before I go, sassy girl” he pinched my bum and kissed my jaw. I couldn’t help the bashful smile that came across my face at the idea. 

“Really?” I ask hopefully and he rubs his palm over my stomach, to my ribs, trailing up to squeeze my breast playfully 

“Really really. Now are we gonna get a move on so I make it in time for truck?” He mused and I kissed him lovingly before practically hopping out of bed to turn on the shower. His statement lingered in my mind in time for truck. I thought he had to leave at 4 because truck came that early - I thought it came at like 5. Which always kind of confused me, because…

Just enjoy the moment. 

I rub over my face as my eyes adjust to the light, setting in one of my eucalyptus shower steamers and taking off his shirt that the hem was now wet with fluids from our time in bed making sure to not let it touch my freshly washed hair from last night. Carmy followed me shortly after, coming and hugging me from behind, kissing the top of my head before I twisted my hair up in a bun so it wouldn’t get wet. 

“Aren’t we best friends?” I asked as I step in next to him. 

“Best friends” he repeats as he gets his hair wet, he always had to wash it after we were intimate like that because the mix of my hands rubbing over his hair and all the sweat he produced since the man was essentially a walking heater “like- yeah babe I think you know more about me then anyone. I mean other then sugar but I wouldn’t want you to know as much as sugar, I told you I was a weird little kid” he jokes and I giggle, poking his chest gently 

“I know, but I mean like….Sadies my best girl friend. Well Sadie, and Syd. Like we tell eachother everything, do we tell eachother everything?” I asked and he reached for his lemon balm and tea tree shampoo I’d gotten him to start using and offered it to me. My heart melted a bit at his silent request for me to wash his hair, and I obliged, of course. Because no matter if when he left I would remember why I was upset with him last night, I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. To make him feel loved, special. 

“I tell you more then anyone else” he said, eyes fluttering shut as I began to work the shampoo into a lather through his curls, his hands finding my hips and resting there. 

“Would you feel safer telling everything to a stranger?” I asked gently and work the shampoo all the way back to the tight curls on the back of his neck, easing out the little knots with my nails and being sure to get every strand clean and give him a good head massage too. He hummed in the way that told me he wasn’t sure so to savor the gentleness of the moment, I dropped it. “Well chef Carmy. What is on the menu for breakfast?” I stood on my toes, grabbing the detachable shower head mumbling for him to lean his head back and rinsing the shampoo out as he explained. 

“We don’t have much honey I was thinkin avo toast with poached eggs and coffee, that sound good?” He asked and I smile, placing a gentle peck to his stubbly jaw from the night 

“You’re gonna make it extra fancy I bet cause your an artiste mon ours” I accentuate my French accent and finished rinsing his hair before squeezing the excess water from his curls and pumping a good few pumps of conditioner in my hands, and he brought his lips to my forehead, lingering for a moment and being sure to leave a dramatic kissy noise as he felt me squeezing the conditioner into his curls into a scrunching motion to form them instead of Messing them up. 

“Y’know Richie’s been givin me shit cause my hair isn’t all fuckin frizzy” he mumbled into my skin and I giggle a bit. 

“He’s jealous you have a lover that takes care of you, and your pretty curly hair” I peck his lips and grabbed the deep conditioner, combing a decent amount through before scrunching it and telling him “leave it till I get out” I peck his forehead and start the process of washing myself with my washcloth I’d sudsed up with soap before switching to my scrub net and body wash that made the bathroom smell of cherry blossoms and mint. 

“Can I use this stuff?” He picked up my Nivea in-shower lotion and I giggle a bit. 

“What’s mine is yours baby, sure. But use this before. You don’t wanna moisturize dead skin” I explained, handing him a green tea body scrub. “How you see me rub it all over my legs and arms and stuff? Also your elbows like anywhere crusty and dry. And then use this and when you get out make sure you put on real lotion”  I finished rinsing off my body and kiss his shoulder blade as he shaved his face  

“I’m peacing out, leave the lotion stuff on until you rinse your hair from the conditioner, remember to scrunch not rub, ok?” I said and he hummed In agreement. 

I got out of the shower, grabbing my pink fluffy towel from the warmer and heading to the bedroom to get dressed. It wasn’t more then 10 minutes that Carmy was out and asking me to ‘blow dry his hair nice’ so it didn’t look wild at dinner tonight, so of course after I’d gotten dressed I blew his curls out pretty while he sat at my vanity in his boxers enjoying the kisses and attention he got while I did so. 

After he’d gotten dressed for the day he got to making breakfast and I helped where I could, steaming his whites for him and making sure his chefs clogs were polished before meeting him in the small dining area of my apartment for breakfast. Of course he made me a vanilla latte just how I liked it, and making sure my eggs stayed jammy the way I always wanted them. 

“Thanks f’makin sure my stuff was all ready honey” he kissed my head and set my breakfast down in front of me. Sourdough toast, pan toasted in Vermont butter of course, with mashed avocado and everything bagel seasoning, topped with a poached egg and parsley. He also cut up some strawberries and grapes for me on the side. 

“This is beautiful just like I said it would be” I said and grabbed his hand, kissing it gently and he sat across from me, sipping his coffee. “Beautiful is stretching it but I was short on time” he squeezed my hand sweetly.

By the time we finished breakfast and brushed our teeth, he was heading out the door shortly after with a kiss to the top of my head and telling me that they were closing at 7 instead of 9 today so they could be out in time to make it for dinner.

My day with Sadie went as good as it could have, considering I answered that Carmy was ‘great!!!’ A little too fast when she asked how he was, since I hadn’t willingly brought him up myself like usual. Luckily I just chalked it up to him being ‘a little upset his old job was closing since he learned so much there’ and didn’t say much else about him after that. 

By the time he got home I was already showered and in the midst of curling my hair. “Oh- hey sweetheart.” I said and he came in the bathroom, opening up the medicine cabinet and grabbing the pepto that was almost out again, and spitting his gum out in the trash before saying 

“Hey hon” and taking a big glug of the bubblegum pink liquid before capping it and putting it back, starting the shower. “We gotta be there f’r-“

“8:50 sharp, I know baby.” I said. It was already 7:55, so I knew he was stressing out. But he had no reason to be, I was making sure to be as timely as I could so we wouldn’t be late. “I had extra time - I figured you would wanna wear your navy suit right? The one that matches that dress that I’m wearing? I pressed it.” I told him and he sighed in relief. 

“Fuckin lifesaver baby, really I love you. Can I have a kiss” he leans in and I let my curl down off the iron and look over, gently pecking his lips, tasting that sticky sweet bubblegum flavor on his lips. I reach out and rub his chest gently 

“It’s gonna be a good night, baby. A good night” I told him and he put his hand on top of mine, squeezing it gently before bringing it to his lips and shutting his eyes for just a moment. 

“A good night” he repeated in a whisper, as if it was a wish. Before heading to the bedroom to take off his whites that he didn’t have time to change out of after service. I finished my hair, shaking it out and putting in a generous amount of hairspray so it would stay all night, before going off to the bedroom to get dressed. 

I put on my special tights that I had learned Taylor wore on stage that made her legs look so shiny and soft and tanned, and slipped on my dress, looking in the mirror at myself. I smooth it down over my stomach, pouting a bit at the pudge that was new to me, not having noticed it unless I was wearing something so tight like this. I just felt so bloated lately, I should probably start going to the gym is what I was thinking as Carmy came out of the bathroom, towel low on his hips and another around his shoulders and he looks over

“Jesus babe” he comes over and hugs me from behind, rubbing his hands over my hips and stomach, trailing up to my waist and squeezing “this looks even better then when I bought it mm?” He kissed my neck and I felt my cheeks heat, a full body blush taking over. 

“It fits…tight now. I had trouble zipping it” I admitted a bit shamefully and he squeezes my bum 

“That just means I’m feeding you good doesn’t it?” He nibbles my ear gently and I giggled at the ticklish feeling, slapping his arm playfully 

“Go get dressed, mister timekeeper. I need to get my jewelry on” I mused and headed over to my jewlery box, picking out earrings and a necklace I wanted to wear. I also put on my charm bracelet that Carmy had bought me and a few rings. Of course the promise ring he gave me for our six month, sliding it on my left middle finger and admiring it with a soft smile. I adored this ring, it was beautiful and it also symbolized that Carmy was hopefully real about marrying me someday in the future. 

“Babe you wanna help me I can’t get my hair right” he called for me from the bathroom. I walked in, my black heels clicking on the tile on the bathroom floor 

“Sit love” I told him and grabbed the pomade he liked using, warming up a little in my hands and adjusting his curls how he liked them. “I love this stuff, smells so handsome baby” I told him and pecked his lips as I finished. “All done” I told him and he got up, looking in the mirror and adjusting a few pieces 

“Thank you, I should wear a watch right? I’m gonna wear a watch” he said and went back in the bedroom to where he kept his few watches next to my jewelry and grabbed the gold one that would match the jewelry I was wearing. 

“Oh! And I found these babe” I go and grab the black crushed velvet box, opening to reveal 2 golden Bear cufflinks “I couldn’t pass them up aren’t they sick!” I said and he smiled brightly. 

“Honey” he took the box, looking at them with admiration. “I love you” he tilted my face up gently and kissed my deep, cupping my cheek as he smiled into the kiss. “You’re the best” he said when he pulled away and I giggle, blushing at his compliments. 

“Here let me put them on” I said and helped put them on his wrist cuffs before helping with his watch and kissing his hand gently. “You look so handsome and you don’t even have your jacket on yet” I told him, adjusting his silky navy tie. “Well with you standing next to me, yeah,” he wrapped his arm around me, looking at us in the wide mirrored closet doors. “Y’look perfect honey” he adjusted my hair gently and his eyes racked down my figure slowly. “Beautiful” he whispered, resting his palm on my stomach and rubbing it across lovingly, squeezing me to his side.

The Uber to the restaurant was fairly quiet, but still loving. We stole little pecks and he gently rubbed my thigh sweetly. When we finally got there, we went through the ‘employee’ entrance as Carmy was told to do, and my heels echo through the empty beautiful hallway as we walk. We come to a impass where you could go left or right, and there were beautiful art motifs hanging at least 2 feet above my head. I smiled and lifted my finger as we walked hand in hand, the very tip of my manicured nail causing the little cloud to swing back and forth. 

We stopped in front of a few easles filled with photos and Carmy wrapped his arm around my waist, pointing. “That’s Luca, the guy I told you about.” He pointed to a picture and rubbed my hip “and that’s my old boss you’ll meet tonight, Chef Terry” he pointed to another picture. I felt a gentle tug at one of my curls, and turned around, giggling in delight 

“Luca!!!” I said excitedly and wrap my arms around his middle, mushing my face to his navy polo. “So nice to see you again!” I said and he rubs my back sweetly, nearly bending in half to hug me properly. 

“You too, love. Glad to see you got home alright.” He said jokingly as he pulled away and Carmy looked at us in shock 

“How do you-“

“Syd!” I said and smiled, giving him the ‘you better not pitch a fit’ look and he nodded slowly, grabbing my hand and squeezing it before Luca gave him a hug and as soon as they let go he was finding my hand again and lacing our fingers. 

“She is quite the character, mate. It’s great to see you” he pats his shoulder and Carmy nodded a bit. 

“You too uh- yeah.” He said and they looked at eachother for a moment before Luca says 

“I think uh- I think we’re all seated together, with chef Syd?” He motioned down the hall and Carmy nodded 

“Right! Right uh. Yeah, cmon babe” he told me and ushered me down the hall to the dining room where there were loads of people waiting already and mingling. I stood by Carmys side, enjoying the feeling of his hand wrapped around my hip and rubbing little strokes with his thumb. When someone came around with champagne I grabbed two glasses and offered him one 

“Thanks honey” he lightly kissed my forehead and I smiled, taking a sip and looking up at him while he talked to someone about The Bear and how things were going. Of course he said ‘ great’ ,which I mean they were technically - well not even technically - Syd had told me the other day he’s wasting so much money that his uncle is about ready to put him in a headlock, and the kitchen is running but it’s chaotic. 

I notice Luca standing alone and beckon him with my finger and he raised his brows, looking next to him as if I could be speaking to anyone else and mouths ‘me?’ And I nodded, a smile coming to my lips. 

Such a dork. 

“Nice of you to join us Chef Luca” I squeeze his arm gently and he gave me one of his stunning smiles 

“Of course, I didn’t want to interrupt” he brought my hand to his lips and gave it a friendly kiss “you look lovely by the way” he said, causing me to blush. 

“Thank you! So do you, I love this color on you!” I complimented and Carmys hand slid up my waist, squeezing gently and I looked over at him to see him with his gaze locked somewhere else. I look over the room but didn’t see anyone else that I knew so I continued sipping my champagne and talking with Syd about how she’d be decorating her new apartment. 

When we finally got seated I sat next to Carmy on the bench seat and Syd was on my other side with Luca across. I look over at Carmy to see he was still not engaged at all, and had barely spoken a word since before Luca had come over but they hugged, so I was sure it wasn’t that Luca was bothering him. I gently grabbed his hand under the table and squeezed, earning his attention. “What’s got you so focused over there sweetheart” I said just loud enough for us two to hear. 

He leaned in, lips close to my ear to be sure that no one else would hear “he fucking came.” And I felt my heart physically drop to my ass. I swallow and nod, smiling a bit so no one thought something was off and I look at him, cupping his cheek and placing a gentle kiss to his lips 

“It’s all ok, everything is ok” I told him gently and he nodded a bit, keeping our hands locked together and nervously stroking the back of my hand with his thumb. 

“So Winnie I never asked what is it that you do for work? How do you keep up with this one?” One of his old colleagues jokes and I giggle a bit. 

”Books! I was gonna be an archivist but y’know. Life got in the way so I stopped school and moved out here, and I work with Syd’s cousin actually at a bookstore and then I also work at the library.” I explained 

“Really? You’re quite sociable for someone who works somewhere so quiet and controlled” Luca said, before sipping his wine  

“Oh well- I mean. I guess it depends, I could never do what you guys do for sure. I have to be social at the library too believe it or not. You’re looking at Chicago Public Libraries most animated 5-7 year old story hour employee there is” I joke earning a few chuckles. 

“Where’d you meet this guy then? I don’t see him being the kind to hang around a library too much, Syd introduced you?” One of the other guys at the table asked and Syd laughed a bit 

“No no way that’s uh- Winnie and I were friends long before they started dating- I was actually surprised when she told me, but I guess they’re right, opposites attract and all that huh Pooh” she nudged me playfully and I smiled. 

“Yeah! That’s totally right, especially for us - right Bear?” I look over at him to see he was completely staring again at his old boss. I gently rub his thigh and he looks at me, grabbing my hand under the table again and slipping my ring off my middle finger onto my ring finger subtlety. 

“Right” he told me and I felt my heart picking up in my chest, every other thought melting from my mind and my cheeks going hot. I look over at him and he kissed the top of my head gently, resting our hands on the table, intertwined and I took a sip of wine to distract myself from not revealing a large cheesy smile or grabbing his face and giving him a big kiss since doing so in public especially around peers nonetheless would be a hard no from him and I would probably just end up embarrassing myself. Especially with his behavior as of late I’d rather just take this as a win and talk about it later. 

“Mate who are you starting down that way?” Luca finally said and I swallow thickly, wishing we knew eachother better so he would know the look I was giving him said to drop it. “It’s like how she’s looking at me now” he said to me and chuckled. 

“Yeah who are you staring at you’ve been like…hyper focused” Syd added. Carmy sniffled uncomfortably and as I went to say no one he spoke up and said 

“Don’t look but uh. Just that fucking asshole sat behind you. Cocksucker. Fuckface. Demon. That guy really probably made me very mentally fucking ill.” He went on, gaze locked on him and in unison everyone at the table of course turned and looked. 

“Wow you guys know how to gossip!” I hiss and they quickly looked back at their plates all too noticeable. I rolled my eyes, huffing a bit and sitting back. 

“Thats David fields. He’s like-“

“Not human. A fuckin’ a - a robot. I- I’m pretty sure he doesn’t eat, er sleep- or - or love. Anything. I don’t even think he loves anything.” He said, his hand moving to my thigh and gripping gently, rubbing firm circles into my skin. I saw his pulse point in his neck picking up and his breathing getting quicker, so I grabbed his elbow for his attention. 

“Will you walk me to the bathroom, Bear? I’d ask Syd but I’d feel safer if you waited for me outside” I gently squeezed. He locked his gaze on me for a moment, and I wished I could just rest our foreheads together and cup his cheeks and calm him. But that would only calm him if it was just us, I knew I had to get him out of here at least if for only a moment to breathe. 

“Course- sorry guys you’ll need to excuse us” he grabbed my purse from next to him where he was holding it for me next to his lap and handed it over before giving me his hand to help me up and leading me off to the hall where the bathrooms were. When we got there he just motioned to the ladies room silently and leaned against the wall, rubbing over his mouth nervously and looking at his watch for the time. Instead of trying to force anything out of him, I just stepped forward and adjusted his tie gently, before wrapping my arms around his middle and pulling myself to him for a hug. 

“Babe, it’s all gonna be ok” I told him and he wrapped his arms around my back, kissing the top of my head gently before resting his cheek and sighing a bit. 

“I should say something to him”

“You should absolutely not say anything, Carmy.” I said quietly. “I tell you from experience that confronting an abuser usually leads to traumatizing yourself more.” I look up at him “don’t” I said and he looked down at me for a long moment, before nodding a bit. I pecked his lips and left him, going into the single stalled ladies room and leaning against the door, sighing to myself. 

I press the bridge of my nose to dull the growing ache in my head from unintentionally grinding my teeth in stress, and took a deep breath, counting to 13 and trying my best to relax. I shook my hands for a minute to get rid of all the energy while pacing back and forth in the bathroom, naming to myself Taylor Songs songs in order of the alphabet to calm myself and get my mind off of everything that was currently going on here. 

When I felt well enough I went over to the mirror, fixing up my lipstick before washing my hands. As I shut the water off I heard Carmy say something through the door so I slowly walked over, pressing my ear to it to hopefully hear better. 

“Do you have half an hour?” Carmy said, a near sarcastic chuckle to his voice and I nervously twirl the ring on my left hand as I listened.

“You’re welcome” the other voice responded, earning a scoff from Carmen and my eyes widened a bit, my heart starting to thump.

 “I’m welcome? For- for- for what?” Carmy asked genuinely. I wasn’t sure if it would be more embarrassing if I walked out there now, or if I left him to finish what he started because this wasn’t going to end wel for him either wayl.

“You were an okay chef, when you started with me, and you left an excellent chef. So, you’re welcome.” the man said, and I really wanted to rip the door open and smack whoever the fuck had the nerve to talk to Carmy that way, and I had no doubt in my mind that it was that evil demon motherfucker who trained him in New York.

“You gave me ulcers, and panic attacks, and- and nightmares? You– you know that, right? Do you– do you understand that? I- I can’t fucking go to bed with my fucking girlfriend sometimes, because I’m - I’m too fucked up trying to -” he’s cut off

“Yeah, I gave you confidence, and leadership, and ability. It fuckin’ worked. The only reason you have a girl like that - is because I made you a leader. I made you believe in yourself” he told Carmen matter-of-factly, like he has any idea who I am or why I love him. My hands were literally shaking as I clutched the door knob, trying to find any reason to not open it, knowing myself I would embarrass Carmy by the way I would read this man to filth, and all of his colleagues and old peers were here. I had to keep it together.

My heart simultaneously shattered and lit on fire when I heard Carmy say “I’m like- i’m- i’m- i’m-I’m fucking stunned right now, I–” I wanted nothing more then to rip open the door, knee that fuckhead in the balls, and take Carmy to go get our favorite deep dish and go home to watch a movie, I knew it. I told him it was a bad idea to ever talk to this man, because I knew he wasn’t sorry.

 “Dude.” he scoffed, nearly laughing “You need to unclutch your pearls” Thats it 

I tugged the door open, ready to rip that evil fuckface a new one but before I could, Carmy said  “My life stopped.”

 “That’s the point, right?” “That’s the point?!” Carmy said, nearly breathless, like the words sucked the air right out of his lungs. 

He really expected him to at least be a little sorry.

 “You wanted to be great. You wanted to be excellent. So, you got rid of all the bullshit, and you concentrated, and you got focused, and you got great. You got excellent. It worked! You’re here, Look at all this! You have a beautiful girl, and I’m told an okay restaurant. I’m gonna go piss now.” He gives him to what anyone else would see as a friendly pat on the arm, but it was nothing but condescending and patronizing coming from him, and walked into the mens room.

I look at Carmy and he turns to look at me, a single tear falling and he shakes his head, laughing to himself and wiping it away, “Lets go take a break” he said just above a whisper. I nodded quickly and pushed my purse up on my arm, holding onto his arm and heading outside with him.

When we got outside, he stood there for a moment, his tears silently falling and wiping them away as quickly as they came. I didn’t even want to know what was going on in his mind right now, I probably wouldn’t be able to keep up. I didn’t know what else to say, so I just settled on “I’m sorry. I love you.” 

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t for him to just start laughing. Belly laughing, really laughing. Manic, sick and fed up laughter, but that is exactly what happened. He just laughed, for a good minute, tears still falling. “Bear-“

“It’s just fucking so funny! It’s - this whole thing my life is one big fucking joke!” He said and pats his pocket, out of habit looking for a cigarette so I pulled his gum out of my purse for him and hand him a piece. 

“This! This don’t you see how fucking funny this is. How -“ he popped it in his mouth and shook his head, leaning against the brick as he chews it angrily. 

“Nothing he said was true” I told him and loosen his tie when I saw him itching at his neck furiously, these clothes weren’t at all helping his situation. “Anything he said was to make you feel this way, Bear. He’s been taunting you all night long” I explained and he shook his head. 

“An okay restaurant he’s told but he can’t even remember my fucking name” he muttered, tugging at his tie more. “This is too fucking tight im chokin’ can you get it off?” He asked and I quickly tug it undone, folding it up and putting it in my purse. 

“Well I don’t know about okay” I said and he looks at my quickly “I’d say…it’s fantastic. I mean, this is the first year it’s been open- and it’s already nominated for a James Beard Award. That’s something you could have thrown in his face, huh?” I said and I saw a tiny twitch of a smile on the corner of his lips. 

“That’s cause’a Syd” he looks down at the sidewalk and I brush his nose playfully to get his attention. 

“That’s cause you have been pushing her, and she has been pushing you. Even though you push like 50 times harder - you get the job done” I said and he rolled his eyes, giving me a small smile and pulling me to his chest, kissing the top of my head. 

“How much of that did you hear?” He asked and rested his cheek on the top of my head, gently tugging at the bottom of my curls. 

“Enough to know that I would love to take my nails and dig out his evil eyes like melon ballers and shove them down his throat like some serial killer.” I said, closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around his middle. 

“Mm that’s hot babe. Youd do that f’me?” He muses and I giggled as his hands trail down and squeeze my ass 

“I would do anything for you. Cause I love you with my whole heart.” I remind him and his grip softens, raising his hands to my hips 

“I’ll do anything for you, promise” he said softly and the door opened, causing him to pull away and just keep his hand on my lower back which made me pout a bit. 

“What the hell happened” Syd asked, shutting the door behind her

“Nothin. Doesn’t matter. Just give us a few it’s fine.” He said and she looked at him for a long moment before looking at me. 

“It’s fine” she repeated in the way I knew she knew it wasn’t fine. 

“It’s fine. He’s ok” I assured her and nod, “thank you, we’ll be back in a second. He needs a minute.” I explained and she nodded and went back inside without anything else. 

I look back at him, crossing my arms. “So you’re ok with people thinking we’re engaged but hugging me around Syd isn’t ok?” I asked he sighed a bit rubbing his chin 

“When the fuck did I say we were engaged?” He asked and I scoff, putting my hand up where he switched my ring to my wedding finger and he rolls his eyes. 

“I was nervous forgive me for fucking around with your rings. Sorry, I won’t do it again, I didn’t know it was a subliminal message. Please, why the fuck are you looking for a fight.” I bit my lip to stop it from quivering, moving the ring back to my middle finger and swallowing the lump in my throat. 

“I’m hungry. I’d like to eat so we can go home, please.” I tried my best to keep my voice even. He opened up the door and I walked ahead of him, not bothering to hold his arm or his hand feeling completely rejected. When we sat back at the table I looked down to see that our main course was some meat covered in a kind of red oil with what looked to be little chili peppers in it. Great. 

I nibbled on the kale that was on the side, not willing to ask Carmy what it was for sake of being stubborn since I was upset with him. It wasn’t long until he realized I wasn’t eating 

“It’s not spicy.” He said in my ear. I rolled my eyes, annoyed he knew what I was thinking and cut up the food with my fork, taking a bite and continuing to ignore him. It wasn’t until the dessert course when he finally wrapped his arm around me and tugged me closer, gently rubbing my hip with his hand. “Are you gonna keep up the attitude all night, honey” he asked in my ear and disguised it with a chaste kiss to my temple. 

I look at him furrowing my brow. “You’re really gonna say I have an attitude? I’m being extremely well behaved all things considered the past week.” I said quietly “you won’t even kiss me in public. Like I’m-“ he tips my chin up and quiets me with a gentle press to my lips, rubbing over my jaw with his thumb. When he pulled away he gave me the are we done raise of his brows and I leaned into him a bit more, grabbing my wine glass and having a short sip. 

He left me alone for a while to go speak with his other old boss alone, the one who had invited us so I stuck with Syd and Luca who really seemed to be hitting it off, it made me happy considering her last boyfriend seemed to call it quits in such a way she didn’t even feel like talking about why. They were talking about cooking stuff, so there wasn’t really anywhere I could jump into the conversation so I mostly just hung back. 

When Carmy finally came to collect me I was grateful, I was tired of hanging around like a useless limb all night. Syd invited us to some kind of after party, but Carmy of course declined and said we had to get home to feed the cat which of course was his forever excuse since he’d moved into my apartment. “All things considered I think that went…okay. I guess you can say it was ok” Carmy said as we walked down the street to wait for our Uber. 

“Sure. Yeah it was fine. Food was good.” I said, still a bit upset with what happened earlier with the rings. 

“You’re still mad.” He said more like a statement then a question. 

“You’re trying to cause a fight!” I repeated his words from earlier. He snorts a sarcastic laugh, shaking his head. 

“Babe you need to stop reading so deeply into shit” he said and I scoff

“Reading into shit?! Oh sorry - sorry Carmen. We’ve been dating for a year and all of my friends keep saying when a guy knows he usually knows right away - and- and online they keep asking me how many years I’m gonna wait around before I would get the hint that you don’t wanna get married!” I said and tears fill my eyes but I use every ounce of strength left in me to hold them back. 

“Oh- yeah babe people on fucking tik tok er instagram know us. How many times have I told you that you are the only girl I’d fucking marry! So why are you so worried about when I’m gonna do it-“ he pulls his phone out of his pocket when it buzzes, probably expecting to see the Uber was close but his expression drops. 

“What wrong-“ I said and he holds up his hand to tell me to wait, his eyes quickly darting over the screen and reading something to himself. 

“Fuck- fuck- oh fuck” he said, covering his mouth with his hand his expressing growing increasingly more concerned as he head further 

“Carmen what is so important? We’re having a god damn conversation!” I snapped, annoyed he was just ignoring how upset he’d made me and took his phone out of his hand to see he was reading an article, the title being 

The Beef turned The Bear, now claims ‘luxury’ but still has the sloppiest dishes in the Chicago food scene.

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FIZZAROLLI X F!READER X ASMODEUS

a/n:MY FIRST HELLUVA BOSS STORY!! EEEE!!! anyways! hope you enjoy <3

TW:A LOT OF FLUFF, violence, swear words, mentions of sex, etc! SFW!

Yet another boring day in hell, but this time you had a little meetup with an old friend, Blitzø. Basically you, fizz and blitzø were a friend group, your father was way worse than blitzøs though. your name was already famous around hell, a performer and a singer! your manager is just a rude old man who always bosses you around. BTW YOUR 8’11 FT!! TALL AF.

i was walking down the sidewalks of the Lust ring, i had my headphones on so ididn’t hear what was happening around me. i felt hands on your shoulders, i jumped slightly, looking back to see it was just fizzarolli.

“you scared me!” i said, pinning your ears. fizz just laughed. “sorry!” he said, a smile krept onto my face as i saw his cute little face. my ears flicked as they pointed up.

I then heard Laughing and screaming? you looked back to see Blitzø fighting with some dude. i sighed in disappointment. He was surprisingly winning. but then slowly after started loosing. fizz just watched.

i was about to run over there, and i did. i stopped the dude from punching blitzø again. “what the fuck? who the hell are you?” the dude said. “(Readers 1 name). why the FUCK would you fight someone that’s smaller than you. to scared your going to loose to someone your own size?” i glared, the dude laughed. “He challenged me actually, and i’m not afraid. i have defeated many of people that are my size, little girl.” that named triggered me. i punched him and he fell. “DONT ever call me that again.” i said in a threatening tone.

fizz got worried and ran towards the scene. pushing through the crowd of people. the dude and me started to fist fight, fizz wondered where Asmodeus was to come and protect You, but you were actually winning the fight.

the guy then elbowed my stomach, making me fall. i was bleeding from my nose and a little from my mouth. blitzø was obviously drunk and went away from the scene. the guy had now pulled out a large knife. my eyes widened as i tried backing away.

“(READER)!” fizz said loudly, quickly trying to push pass the other people that now came. Finally, Asmodeus came. “DONT YOU DARE THINK ABOUT THAT!” Asmodeus yelled angrily at the dude, picking me up. the dude had dropped his knife and stared in utter shock and fear.

“s-sorry sir..won’t happen a-agin..” the dude said, running off. fizz sighed in relief. the crowd of people was no where to be seen. asmodeus calmed down seeing me hurt. “thanks.” i smiled gently at him, his expression changed from anger to worry.

“i’m fine” i said to Asmodeus. “No you are not babe!..” Said asmodeus. Asmodeus gently grabbed fizz and started walking to your guys mansion.

(TIMESKIP!!)

you sat in the medical room as Asmodeus grabbed the med kit for you, fizz stayed by your side.

[bedoballoons]

Could I get vampire Neuvillette x Zhongli? I neeeeed content of them, preferably with subby and pathetic Neuvillette? Thank you so much!!

OOOOOO VAMPIRE NEUVILLETTE! First spooky request right before october eeee!! Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy! <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Subby and Pathetic~༺}

CW: MDNI! NSFW! Sub Neuvillette! Dom Zhongli! Face f*cking, dacryphilia, choking, and hair pulling!

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Zhongli sucked in a harsh breath as Neuvillettes tongue slowly slid up his member, teasing the normally stoic patient man with his own desire and lust, managing to somehow maintain eye contact despite his flustered state. The geo archons gloved hand found its way into the others silvery white hair, strands of it entangling themselves around his fingers as he pulled on it harshly, the man between his legs to moaning pathetically from that alone.

"Neuvillette...when I invited you over for tasting...I thought we could enjoy tea or perhaps water, I didn't expect-" His sentence was cut off by a deep groan, his dick suddenly deep into the hydro dragons hot mouth, sharp teeth grazing the sides in a way that could make a groan man shiver, it felt so good...he couldn't even keep himself from wanting more.

"Very well then...you've asked for it~" He bucked his hips forwards, his dick hitting the back of Neuvillettes throat so hard it made him choke, tears welling up in his pale blue eyes as Zhongli started to fuck his mouth, showing no remorse. Neuvillettes lips became red and puffy with each swift movement, his moans vibrating around his friends cock...why was he enjoying being used so much?

"Nnnmm~" Zhongli gave a low growl, his finish coming up sooner than he had originally expected...but it was fine...afterall dragons could go as many rounds as they liked~

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Happy kinktober~*⁠.⁠✧

[lavendersuh]

oh my, oh my god 단 너뿐이야

johnny x female reader | college!au, strangers to lovers | 3.9k words

warnings: suggestive content, mentions of alcohol and partying

after a much needed kpop hiatus, i am back and more delusional than ever :D i have so many ideas and wips rn... can't wait to share more with y'all! i would like to dedicate this fic to @sehunniepot bc nikki has been right there next to me in my delusion and been a huge motivation to get back into writing eeee i hope u enjoy!! *title is from "omg" by newjeans!!*

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oh my, oh my god, 예상했어 나

i was really hoping that he will come through...

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“Just go for it! If it goes horribly, you can blame being drunk and pretend it never happened at all!”

You looked back at your friend, grinning lazily at you from the couch she was perched on. She was a lot more extraverted than you in general, but with alcohol in her system? She was capable of anything.

You? You, you maybe not so much.

With another glance over at the man messing around with the sound system spreading music throughout the house, you saw he was deep in concentration. One hand typed on the laptop keyboard while the other held a red solo cup you assumed held some type of alcohol. His hair was falling in his face as he gazed at the screen, and he wore a shirt tucked into jeans. He looked good in those jeans. 

You flushed at the thought of going over to talk to him, but your friends seemed determined to encourage you to go for it. They had been on a long spiel about how you weren’t ever going to date anyone if you only waited around for others to make a move. You could make the first move! You just feared making a fool of yourself in front of someone you would see two days a week for the rest of the semester. 

Johnny Suh sat three rows behind you in your Monday-Wednesday English lecture, and he probably had to be the most attractive man you have ever seen in your life. 

Okay, that was most likely an exaggeration, but he was a beautiful man. Tall, dark hair, and a good sense of style was the perfect combination for attraction to bloom. You felt giddy just thinking about him.

Too bad you didn’t really know anything about him other than the fact that he sat in the same seat every single week. 

He looked different in this atmosphere though. He seemed more relaxed, and since he was messing around with the music system like he knew exactly what he was doing even with a little alcohol in his system, you assumed he belonged to this frat and lived in this house. You had once seen him walk into class with a fraternity symbol across his sweatshirt, but you were never good at remembering what all those Greek symbols meant. 

While he looked more relaxed, seeing Johnny in a non-academic setting was also extremely intimidating. You were only a few drinks in, mildly tipsy at best, but the alcohol made you warm, and even the idea of not being sober gave you a little confidence. Maybe you could do this.

You could walk over there and make conversation. Get to know him. You could maybe even ask him out for coffee or lunch before class one day. Like your friend said, if things go south, you could always blame the alcoholic atmosphere of a Saturday night frat party. 

“Okay,” you said, as you watched your friends raise their eyebrows at you, “I’ll go do it. Maybe get me a drink just in case it doesn’t go well.” 

Your two friends cheered as you turned around to walk through the small crowd to Johnny. Moving around made you realize you were a little more drunk than you had thought while sitting down, but you were determined at this point. The alcohol would hopefully make you a little loose, break you out of your shell a little bit. 

Johnny took a drink from his red cup as he surveyed the upcoming queued songs for the next hour. Once you were only a few steps away from him, you slowed down as your nerves kicked into high gear. There was a pang of anxiety that shot through your chest at the thought of actually talking to him. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. 

You were three seconds from turning around when his gaze found yours. You must have looked like a deer in headlights in the dimly illuminated air of the frat house, but getting noticed gave you a little spike of determination.

“Hey,” you spoke up as you stepped a little closer, “Johnny, right?” Not the best start, but at least it was something.

“Yeah…” he replied, giving you a slightly suspicious look. It made you realize he probably had no clue who the fuck you were. There were over a hundred people in your class, and it was actually extremely likely that he had never noticed you before.

The alcohol running warm in your veins kept you going though. “I’m Y/N. We’re in the same English class.” 

You offered up a small smile, hoping you don’t seem weird as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. His eyes changed a little and you could tell that he at least recognized the academic correlation.

“Oh, hi.” 

It was clear that he was still sort of lost on why you were talking to him. You knew you needed to play it off to lessen the damage and actually attempt to make a conversation out of this interaction. He was just so nice-looking, it made you sort of just want to stare at him in admiration for the rest of the night.

“Um, sorry I came up to you, I don’t normally do this,” you explained to him, “I’ve just seen you around, and I’m a few drinks in, and my friends told me to stop waiting for shitty dudes to approach me— I should go up to them; it's a whole thing.”

You knew you had a tendency to ramble sometimes, but at least you were talking— at least something was happening. You reminded yourself that talking about something, anything, was better than just being silent. 

The only issue was, rambling was not the best way to communicate.

“Are you calling me a shitty dude?” he asked, giving you a raised brow.

The panic settled in, and you knew your eyes grew wide from how he was looking at you right now. It only lasted a moment before his face broke out into a lighthearted grin.

“I’m just joking around,” he stated, tucking his hands into his jeans, “So what’s this ‘whole thing’ about the shitty guys anyways?”

You were flooded with relief that he was only kidding around, and also that you might actually have a chance at a conversation, no matter how strange it was.

“Oh, well I haven’t really dated anyone for that long, and it's because I always date the dudes that approach me, and I’m never attracted to any of them. So it never goes anywhere,” you explained in what was most likely too much detail. “My one friend saw this TikTok that was like, you need to go up to people you like if you want to be with someone you’re actually attracted to.”

“So… you’re attracted to me?” Johnny replied.

You felt yourself tense at his words, finding yourself flustered under his gaze that had suddenly become a bit more intense than you had remembered it being a few minutes ago. You felt like you could melt under his stare, and you knew your mouth was probably open in bewilderment. You coughed lightly to clear your throat, moving your gaze to somewhere on the wall behind him to avoid his eyes for a moment.

“Uhh, yeah, I, uh, have a classroom crush on you,” you stated, trying to keep your voice steady. Maybe if you faked your way to confidence, he wouldn’t notice the way you felt like your heart might explode from your chest with how wildly it was beating.

Johnny leaned back against the wall you both had been standing near, letting a lazy smile come over his face. “And what’s a classroom crush?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was enjoying himself but humoring him anyways, “You know. When you think someone’s cute in your class but you don’t really know anything about them because all you see is them in class.”

At the mention of class, you recalled the fact that after this encounter you would have to walk into class on Monday and see this man in front of you. The idea filled you with embarrassment. You had been slowly digging your own grave, and you were suddenly letting your eyes wander, thinking of a way to just get out of this without embarrassing yourself more.

Johnny made a noise of understanding, drawing your attention back to him, “Oh yeah, I get that.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he grinned at you, “I actually have a classroom crush, too.”

“Oh?” 

Oh.

“Mhm,” he nodded as he rubbed his hand over his chin for a brief moment, “There’s this girl in my Monday-Wednesday lecture. She sits a few rows in front of me, but she occasionally turns around a little bit and sometimes I catch her staring at me. She’s so cute when she looks away all embarrassed about it.”

Your eyes went wide as you realized, fuck, oh fuck, that’s you, fuck, he noticed you.

“Oh yeah?” you gulped out. You looked down at his drink, “Can I have some of that?”

He offered the cup to you, letting out a mention that it was strong, but you took a big drink anyways, relishing in the way the alcohol burned going down. You looked back up to see him with a small, little smile on his face directed at you, as he watched you with an amused gleam in his eye.

You swore his smile could melt your insides entirely. “So,” he began, “What happens with a classroom crush, typically?”

The liquid courage from the alcohol had your mouth talking before your brain could really keep up with it.

“I usually just daydream and make up scenarios in my head during class to waste time, and then it kinda fizzles out after a while, usually when the semester is over.”

How were you acting so calm when you felt like you should be freaking the fuck out on the inside. Have you really been saying all of these things out loud? Your words came to an abrupt halt as you stared up at the man just a bit away from you. 

“Have you ever thought about asking the person out?” Johnny asked, his words coming out with a little teasing in his tone. 

You smiled weakly at him, “I guess that’s what I was trying to do with this whole conversation, but I’m just very bad at this.”

Johnny let out a little laugh. “I think you’re doing great. We are talking after all, aren’t we?”

You were grateful that he seemed to not be rejecting you, but you were curious as to what was going on in his head.

“I’m being so dumb right now,” you laughed it off, “I can at least partially blame the alcohol, but I’m just new to this. Hopefully it makes your night a little more interesting.”

“Yeah, you are interesting.” he paused for a seemingly dramatic effect, leaning in closer to you, “I like it.”

He smiled as he glanced from you to the laptop next to him. You had forgotten about the laptop, and the music, and even the party and people around you. You felt lost in the conversation that was happening between the two of you. 

He crouched on the floor to look better at the laptop that was set up on the low table, and he motioned for you to join him. All that was on the screen was the music queue, but you leaned in a little too close to get a better look at the words on the screen. 

Getting so close to the screen also meant being nearer to Johnny, and when you looked over at him, your faces were closer than you had thought they were. Being so close, you could smell his cologne. The new scent registered in your brain, and it made you realize just how much you had learned about Johnny in the past few minutes.

You had clearly been the one talking more, but you were kind of proud of yourself for even getting this far. You had never really talked to one of your classroom crushes outside of class, not even for group presentations, and being in Johnny’s presence just made you like him even more.

“Do you wanna keep making my night interesting?” he asked, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“Oh!” His words bring out your flustered state again, and you jump back and stand up from where you both had been crouching on the floor. “Um, I’m not really comfy doing anything like that tonight--”

“No!” he interrupted, standing up as well while rubbing the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean it like that…. Just, do you want to keep hanging out? I think the guys set up beer pong outside so you could come watch with me?”

As you saw Johnny sputtering a bit from the mix-up, you felt yourself calm down knowing that he was also capable of being thrown off his rhythm. His words ignited butterflies in your stomach. 

“Yeah, sure!”

“Do you, uh, want to go talk to your friends real quick?” he gestured over to your friends across the room, and you looked over to see them trying hard to seem like they weren’t watching the entire encounter, even though they clearly were. You flushed with wide eyes, embarrassed that they were being so obvious. 

“Um, yeah,” you tried to laugh it off, “I’ll meet you in the kitchen?”

He gave you a reassuring smile, “Sure.”

You walked over to your friends, who were all grinning at you like idiots and letting out a few victory cheers. Despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t help but feel happy seeing how goofy and supportive your friends were being. They attacked you with an array of questions.

“Tell us everything!”

“Does he seem interested?”

“Did you ask him out?”

“I keep making a fool of myself,” you replied, “But he doesn’t seem put off by it— I think he might think I’m cute.”

“Yes you are!” one of your friends said, “And he’s so hot!!” 

She pinched your cheeks and you ducked away, rolling your eyes at their drunken antics. You bid them goodbye and slipped through the party to find the kitchen. 

Johnny stood over by the fridge, sipping from a beer can and smiled when his eyes met yours. He offered you a drink, and you accepted a seltzer from the fridge. He gestured toward the back deck, leading you through the back door with his hand on the small of your back. The light touch didn’t go unnoticed, leaving your cheeks warm despite the cold air. 

The two of you stood near the railing to watch a few guys play pong. You sipped your seltzer, aware of Johnny’s arm brushing yours as he greeted others hanging around the game.

Johnny was completely at ease here, leaning against the railing with his arm almost around you, his hand brushing your waist. It almost felt like this was a normal occurrence for the both of you. In the back of your mind, you wondered if he did this often. You watched the game and the people around you silently for a while, basking in the world of Johnny and his friends that you somehow got wrapped up in, even just for a moment.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Johnny slid his arm up to the small of your back. His hand was big and warm even through the fabric of your shirt. 

He ducked down closer to your ear, “Hey, you okay?”

His eyes peered into yours, a look of genuine interest crossing his face. You smiled back at him. 

“Yeah, I just haven’t been to a party in a while,” you replied, hoping your nerves can be explained away. He didn’t need to know how affected you were by his casual touches.

“Nothing a drink can’t fix,” he said, clinking your cans together with a silly grin on his face. It seemed he knew you were nervous, as he experimented with his touch and kept you close without being overbearing. His casual nature made you even more relaxed.

You went back to watching the increasingly intense game of beer pong, but it was hard to concentrate when you could feel Johnny’s fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. You snuck a look up at him, and while he wasn’t looking down at you, his mouth perked into a smile like he knew you were watching. 

The game started to come to a close, with the crowd of people getting bigger and more rowdy. You turned your attention back to the game, watching as one of the guys sank the last cup, leading to an up-roar of cheers on the deck. You couldn’t help but cheer alongside everyone, raising your drink before taking a big sip.

Unfortunately for you, one of the more inebriated partygoers fell backwards into you, causing your drink to spill all over the front of your shirt. The guy didn’t even seem to notice you break his fall, standing up and running back into the crowd, leaving you with a big stain across your chest. 

Johnny grasped your forearms, making sure you were upright and okay, his eyes scanning over you to make sure you weren’t hurt. 

“Hey, come on, I’ll get you cleaned up,” he says, tucking his arm around your shoulders to guide you through the crowd.

The party is still going strong inside the house, with loud music and dim lights illuminating the swirl of bodies you walk through. Johnny leads you upstairs, which is a lot quieter, despite a few people roaming in and out of rooms. He takes you into the bathroom, gesturing for you to hop on the counter. 

He takes a towel from the linen closet, gently dabbing at the stain on your collarbone. His other hand rests on the counter next to you, before resting lightly on your hip to hold you steady.

You don’t think you’ve let out a single breath since he began, watching his face knot into a look of concentration. You wonder if he can hear your heart about to beat out of your chest. Other than the faint pounding of distant music and the buzz of the overhead light, there isn’t a sound to be heard.

His face is so close, you could count his eyelashes if you wanted to. A few strands of hair fall across his eyes and you find yourself wondering what those locks would feel like under your fingers. His hair looks soft.

You get caught up noticing how much he towers over you, distracted by your own thoughts as you gaze at him. You’re brought out of your reverie when his eyes catch yours, a smile appearing across his features. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, causing goosebumps to flutter up your spine. 

Johnny steps back and clears his throat, as if remembering himself. He looks down at his handiwork, his mouth quirking at the still-visible stain.

“I don’t think that stain’s coming out,” he says, “Hang on.”

He exits the bathroom for a moment, leaving you alone. You take a deep breath. This whole situation makes you feel like all the oxygen has been sucked out of your lungs.

He reappears less than two minutes later, holding a slate gray shirt that clearly belongs to himself. 

“You can put this on if you want,” he says, holding the material out to you. 

You don’t notice the bashful look on his face at the gesture, as you immediately start taking off your shirt to put on the replacement. You do however catch a glimpse at the way Johnny respectfully tries to look anywhere but your torso until you have his shirt on. 

You smile sheepishly once the fabric touches your skin. The shirt is way too big, with the sleeves coming down almost to your elbows. It smells faintly of him, and you look up to see him staring at you intently. You watched as his eyes traveled down the length of you before coming back up and settling on your lips.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, breaking through the silence that had settled over the both of you. 

Johnny clears his throat, “Oh, yeah,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, “You just, uh, look really good in my shirt…”

You can tell that your face is warm, but his confession emboldens you to take a small step toward him, gazing up at his face through your eyelashes. He meets you in the middle, placing his hands gently on your waist as he leans down and brings his lips to meet yours.

You gasp into the kiss, letting every emotion wash over you. His hands are warm as they wrap around you, bringing you close. You rest your hands on his shoulders, letting them wander over the expanse of his chest. 

He deepens the kiss, and your hands drift up into his hair. You almost moan at how soft it is. Johnny must know you’re holding back, moving his mouth to kiss down your neck as his hands wander under your shirt to caress your torso. You moan when he starts sucking on the tender skin beneath your ear. 

He groans when he hears you let out the sound, lifting you up and setting you on the counter in a rush. He steps between your legs, as your lips meet again, his mouth swallowing your sounds as you try to get closer by wrapping your legs around him.

His hands are close to fondling with your bra under his shirt you’re wearing, and you can feel the bulge in his pants as you let yourself grind against him.

“Johnny…” you mumble between kisses, clinging to him like he’s your lifeline. The mumble of his name spurs him on.

You break apart eventually, breathing heavily as you gaze at his swollen lips. You can’t even imagine what you must look like at the moment. 

Johnny slowly removes himself from you and steps back to adjust his jeans with a sheepish look on his face. When he looks back up at you, it’s with a smile. 

“We should probably stop here,” he suggests, remembering how you mentioned not wanting to go too far tonight. “At least for now.”

You nod, your heart beating fast at the implication of seeing more of him in the future. He combs his fingers through your hair a bit to help make you more presentable, before reaching for your hand. 

The two of you head back downstairs, into the chaos of the party, and you find your friends dancing in the living room. They wave and let out some wolf whistles when they see you walking down the stairs hand-in-hand. 

You look back at Johnny, and he grins at your friends’ silly behavior, watching as they call you over. 

“It’s cool, I’m gonna go check the music queue,” he says, squeezing your hand one last time before letting go, “I’ll see you in class, yeah?”

You return his smile, “Yeah.”

“And maybe at the next party, too?” he asks with a hopeful tone. 

You nod before planting a quick kiss on his lips, leaving him speechless as you turn and slip into the crowd. 

When you reach your friends, you glance back to find Johnny back to the corner where you had first approached him. It almost felt like the last hour was a hazy dream, but when he looked up, his eyes found yours immediately, lingering with a small smile on his face. 

Not a dream, at all.

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[pinkberrytea]

✨Writing Interview Tag Game✨

Eeee tysm for the tag @nyx-knox and @honeybee-bard! 🥹🙌❣️

When did you start writing?

I used to write fanfiction when I was 13 years old, but as an adult, this is actually my first time dabbling in creative writing! I released my first work back in April, crazy to think it’s been barely four months since I started!

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

Horror and mystery are actually my favorite genres, though I'm not sure I'd be able to pull either off? I should give it a go one day, maybe!

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

To be honest any comparisons at all would make me plenty happy since I barely consider myself a writer 😅 There are some people in the fandom who are endless sources of inspiration for me though, all authors in my recs list and ao3 bookmarks, for starters.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

No BG3 merch sadly, yet!

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Just daydreaming honestly. Also listening to music helps plenty! Researching lore and brainstorming ideas with friends too. But mostly just daydreaming!

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Hurt and comfort, and also angst. Lots of it, for some reason. It does surprise me how angsty all my writing ends up coming across, but I try to balance it out with some melodramatic fluff, I guess? I do want to try my hand at some less serious/more lighthearted themes eventually though, branch out a little!

What is your reason for writing?

Coping, mostly. Also as a sort of therapy, to sort out my feelings about themes that are important to me and that I’ve been processing through media. And no less relevant, simply as a self-indulgent outlet! I write what I myself would like to read.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Every single comment is incredibly motivating for me, but of course, I do twirl my hair and kick my feet whenever someone tells me about which passages they liked the best and how they specifically felt about a certain scene. Also, whenever people pick up on a detail I was sure would go by unnoticed!

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I want my readers to think of me as a friend, as someone who is always accessible and up for talking about writing, be it mine or just in general!

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Oh, this is a toughie. I have a very flowery and verbose style, though I’m not sure that’s a strength? I guess it could be, depending on your preferences. It’s a bit of a double-edged sword, really.

How do you feel about your own writing?

I don’t think highly of it from a technical standpoint, but I do pour my heart and soul into every single piece, and that makes them all special to me.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

I can sincerely say I write mostly for myself, otherwise I wouldn’t even be able to write anything at all because I don’t think I could live up to anyone’s expectations. Though of course, the feedback I receive on a piece may in fact influence whether I feel inspired to expand on it or just move on to something new. Even if I’m typically my own main target audience, comments are always greatly appreciated!

No pressure tags ✨ @locallegume, @judasiskariot, @inkymoonbunny, @starryjuicebox and @kalmiaphlox!

[unriding]

zevie…..apologies if u already said this and i never saw it….but how did u worm ur way past moze’s guard bc he seems very Traumatized Crow With Super High Walls™️ from the context clues i gathered and i feel whenever u started getting him to show emotion it’s like. wwwaaaAAAAHAHHHHH. u know.

and do u think he’d enjoy haikyuu since karasuno’s mascot is a crow

these are the thoughts of the day 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

hello lauren !! (˵ •̀ᴗ•́˵)و okay i was pondering about this for a hot minute because the only lore i have come up with is that he sometimes talks to me abajdjdjf but this is what i cooked up!! it is very long i am so sorry T T

contains some vague lore spoilers: moze’s backstory was very touching to me and i thought they made him so interesting!! he definitely always has his guard up at the very least jsjskck but it’s for good reason! i won’t recap the whole story of course T T but he doesn’t speak much because he wasn’t heard in the past, and even now- he’ll typically let others do the speaking for him. we see him talking the most right after his friend gets captured while visiting a prison ^^; so i’d like to think that you can get him talking under the right situation :] he had quite a bit to say about the prison management after what happened sjjdkckc he’s really funny and sweet…. :’) he was originally going to leave the prison to inform the others as soon as it happened but he got lost ^^; so… he resorted to standing against the wall in a very cool way HEJDKCK okay let me stop myself here and not veer entirely off track

so!! i would love to think that with time, maybe he feels comfortable with me! for very obvious reasons, i give him my full attention whenever he talks SJDNCK i genuinely do want to hear everything he has to say- and i would be overjoyed if he felt seen? by me? i would never force or push him to speak more- of course,, but if he did decide that he likes being around me, it sure would make me happy T T and if he did decide that he feels comfortable enough to share little trivial thoughts with me, i would be overjoyed too :]

eeeeeaaaaa i’d do a lot to be someone he feels at ease with! i also don’t particularly care for small talk- i can talk to strangers the same way i would talk to a childhood friend- so i don’t care much for secrets or anything like that. so perhaps ??? he could feel like he’s welcome to be himself with me :] because i wouldn’t mind if he was quiet … or mysterious … or the opposite. any moze is great. there should never be any pressure on him to act a certain way around me since i will be overjoyed to spend time w him nevertheless JSNDNC

he has these little interesting facts he sometimes shares… like this one …..

I JUST THINK HES SO CUTE SUNSKXKC BC IF u asked him more about his blade, he’d probably tell u within a heartbeat :’) it’d be adorable if he went off on a little tangent ..

and i think he could be convinced to watch haikyuu absnxjc and if he knew you liked haikyuu, he would make the effort to learn about everything .. eeee “that one is known for his speed. you mentioned that yesterday.” AND I THINK YOU COULD DEFINITELY GET HIM A LITRLE CROW keychain ….. he would definitely take good care of it :’) and clean it often ….. let me stop here