#fort: I PECK

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea Episode 9 BTS | Fort The Kissing Menace & His Enabler

Peat: There's no kissing in this scene! What did I just say?? No kissing - Why do you keep kissing me?? Stop kissing me already! Get offfff.

Fort: Let me kiss you.

Peat: Okay.

[aworldofyou]

Thing I need people to understand about Montana when you watch Yellowstone and dream about coming to Montana like. You know how everyone are assholes? Yeah. That’s true.

And what Yellowstone doesn’t tell you is in real life they’re racist as shit out that way.

[chaosandmarigolds]

Ya know how everyone is like Simon is black cat energy- well, I don't deny he can be like that what I would like to counter with is black lab energy around the person he's most comfortable with

Simon, who drags you on his morning runs because he will spend the entire time talking about trucks or something boyish

ie: "And so then you gotta- baby? Why'd ya stop?"

"We-just-" heave, "Ran a fort-four miniute-" heave, "mile."

"Yeah? Cmon, six miles today."

Simon, who will do push ups before bed if he has too much energy and knows he will just toss and turn

Simon, who loops a finger in your belt loop whenever you're shopping because lord knows that man has separation anxiety

Simon, who did once hide your shoes when he knew you had to leave super early in the morning so you would be forced to wake him up to ask him where he put them

"Simon."

Hes been awake, obviously, the phone praticallly thrown at the wall when you opened the door was an indicator, "Mm, noo. sleep."

"Simon O'Donnel Riley I swear to god if you don't give my shoes right now-!"

"...I require somethin' in return."

"You birts and your taxes, 'm going barefoot."

Simon who loves intimacy, yeah sex but he likes being close, like if he squeezed you any closer he may actually break your bones on accident

Simon, who doesn't tell you this but that one time when you got the flu? he had the time of his life, normally because you're the one cleaning him up after missions, tending to his needs, and he liked being able to do the same to you

Simon, who has the worst (best) puppy eyes you've ever seen

"one kiss."

"I have a face mask on, do you want to kiss me when I look like a taxidermy panda?" You reply with a frown, book in lap and craning your neck to see your boyfriend from how he leaned over the sofa.

He blinks at your reply and the next thing you are aware of he's laying atop of you on the sofa completely trapping you under his weight, "Jus take it off if it bugs ya tha' much."

You playfully pout your bottom lip out, "But it's supposed to be on for twenty minutes. It's been ten."

"But I wan a kiss."

"But I want to have a pretty face."

Then it was his turn to playfully pout, "You have the prettiest face."

(long story short you obvious gave in cause...I would so therefore so do you <3 )

Simon, who goes from loving and doting boyfriend to scary military man as soon as he gets out of the car

Simon, who is aware you have a video of him baby talking that you took when he wasn't aware that you were recording

(yes based off that one tiktok, I laugh every time I see it)

Simon, who hates pecks but loves giving them, like this man will just hold your face and shower you with kisses for minutes on end (its his hobby or something)

Annnnyway thats it! feedback and comments, an alllll that jazz mean the world to me! <333

[fear-is-truth]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 part II — nicholas alexander chavez.

summary — 80’s au. popular, rich pretty boy nicholas alexander chavez has laid claim on you / wc: 1.0k

tags — f! reader. mentions of alcohol. nic being a lil tipsy n cute. teensy moment between cooper & reader but platonic

read part I here

The pool party had spilled well into the evening, and the once-golden sunlight had been replaced by the soft glow of string lights scattered around the patio. The music still played, and the air was warm, thick with the scent of chlorine, alcohol and the buzz of laughter.

Nicholas, a little tipsy by now, had dragged you onto one of the lounge chairs near the pool, insisting that you sit with him. You were perched sideways on his lap, head resting against his chest, his arm slung protectively around your waist. He was laughing loudly, completely unbothered as he took in the scene around him. From where you sat, you could see a couple of girls near the edge of the pool, throwing side glances your way—obviously irritated. One of them flipped her hair and whispered something to her friend, both of them glaring as if they could will you out of Nic’s lap and into the pool. But he didn’t seem to notice nor care, as his attention was solely fixated on you. He just chuckled, thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.

“You’re the best part of this whole party, you know?” he murmured against your skin, voice low and a bit slurred from the drinks he’d had. You tilted your head to look at him, brushing his curls from his forehead.

“That the booze talking?”

“Nope,” he replied, a lopsided grin spreading across his face, before pointing to the place where his heart was. Then, as if making some grand announcement, Nicholas straightened up slightly, cupping his hands around his mouth to form a megaphone. “Hey people! See this hot babe right here? That’s my girl!” he hollered to no one in particular, pointing at you. People turned to look, some laughing, some raising their glasses in response. A loud wolf whistle from the crowd. You groaned, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks.

“Oh my God, Nic.”

He laughed, tipping his head back, and it was impossible to stay mad at him when he was like this. “Just telling it like it is,” he said, squeezing your waist affectionately.

“You’re mine, and I’m all yours.”

“Sappy.”

As much as you were enjoying it, you could tell Nicholas was a little too far gone with the alcohol, and he could probably use some water. You extricated yourself from his embrace, standing up as you gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I’m gonna grab you some water,” you said, brushing a hand through his hair.

“Be right back.”

You slipped inside the kitchen, the muffled sounds of the pool party fading as you sought a break from the noise. As you rounded the corner, you didn’t notice Cooper standing near the fridge, and before you knew it, you bumped straight into his chest.

“Whoa, whoa, easy there,” his hands gently landing on your shoulders to steady you. You blinked up at him, bewildered, then laughed in embarrassment.

“Sorry… didn’t see you.”

“Always in a hurry, huh?” He teased, his grip light but steady before he let go and stepped back.

“Just grabbing some water for Nic,” you replied, moving toward the fridge. “He’s getting a little too enthusiastic out there.” Cooper chuckled, nodding toward the lounge area visible through the glass doors. “Yeah, I heard him. So did the whole neighbourhood, probably.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling. “Yeah, well, you know him. Subtlety isn’t his forte.”

“Nope,” Cooper agreed, pushing off the counter and opening the fridge for you. “But hey, put any other guy were in his shoes, they’d wanna let the world know too.”

“Well, how ‘bout you?” you teased, grabbing a bottled water from the fridge before closing the door. “Sure I would.” He replied matter-of-factly, his expression softening before adding thoughtfully, “If I was bisexual, though. But I’d probably make less of a scene.”

There was another pause, but this one felt different. You both just stood there, sharing the space, and it was… comfortable. Cooper, for all his teasing, had always been the steady one in your life— a permanent fixture. It wasn’t something either of you ever really acknowledged out loud, but in moments like this, the quiet between you said more than enough. You both burst into simultaneous laughter, you doubling over in stitches. Chortling, he reached out, giving your shoulder a light pat.

“You better get back out there before your man does something stupid, I don’t wanna be the one to haul his ass out of the pool again.”

As you turned to leave, Cooper’s voice called out one last time. “But hey, if he ever fucks up—” his voice took on a playful edge, though there was a hint of seriousness in it, “—I’ll kick his ass. No questions asked.”

“Thanks, Coop.”

“Anytime.”

His words stayed with you, lingering in the back of your mind, but as soon as you stepped onto the patio, your focus shifted completely. Nic’s eyes immediately found yours from across the pool, his whole face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. “There she is,” he crowed, reaching out with grabby hands as soon as you got close. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help smiling as you handed him the bottle of water. He didn’t take it, though—instead, he tugged you back onto his lap, pulling you into his arms like he’d never intended to let you go.

“Missed you so much, baby,” Nicholas mumbled into your hair, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “I was gone for like five minutes,” you laughed, leaning back against him, feeling the warmth of his body and the way his hands lazily trailed up your sides. He grinned down at you, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Five minutes too long.”

You unscrewed the cap of the water bottle and raised it to his lips, but Nic turned his head to the side, pouting.

“Nah, where’s my kiss first?”

You rolled your eyes but leaned in anyway, pressing your lips to his. As soon as you did, you tasted the faint tang of alcohol on his breath. When you pulled back to catch your breath, you giggled, wiping the edge of his mouth with your thumb. You raised the bottle again, and this time, he took a long sip, still watching you with that tipsy, adoring look in his eyes. “Better?” you asked, brushing your fingers through his slightly damp hair.

“Much better,”

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[xndrexcruz]

When The Two Of You Drop Hints That You’re Dating | FC Barcelona

✮- summary: you and your boyfriend talk about how the fans have noticed you both dropping hints to your secret relationship

✮- warnings: none

Requests are open

masterlist here

João Félix

You couldn’t stop smiling as you saw all the comments on your latest Instagram post. Fans had been quick to notice that both you and João had attended the same event recently.

“Are your notifications going crazy too?” João asked, looking up from his phone with a sly grin.

“Is that even a question,” you laughed. “They’re convinced we planned this, going to the event together but not posting at the same time.”

João chuckled, clearly amused. “They’re not wrong. Although I didn’t think they’d catch on so quickly.”

“You underestimate our fans, João.”

He shrugged, still scrolling through the comments. “They think we went together, but they’ll never find out the truth.”

“Unless we tell them.”

João’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “I like keeping them guessing. It’s fun watching them try and play detective.”

You leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. “It won’t be long before they solve that mystery.”

Pablo Gavi

Late at night, you and Pablo had been spotted together, and fans were quick to post about it.

“Have you see the comments?” Pablo asked, showing you his phone with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah,” you giggled. “They’re sure we’re together because we were seen last night.”

Pablo grinned. “And here I thought we were being discreet.”

“They have sharp eyes,” you admitted. “But they don’t have much to go on.”

Pablo shrugged. “Let them keep guessing. It’s part of the fun.”

You leaned in and nuzzled your face in his neck. “Whatever you want Pablo.”

Pedri González

Both of you posted Instagram stories featuring the same song, and fans immediately picked up on it.

“Did you notice what the fans have been saying?” Pedri asked, looking at his phone.

“Yes,” you laughed. “They’re convinced something’s going on between the two of us because we used the same song.”

Pedri chuckled. “I just liked the song you had played earlier and thought I would post it.”

“Funny, I did the same thing,” you replied. “But it does look a bit suspicious to be honest.”

Pedri shrugged. “Let them think what they want. We’re just enjoying the same song, it’s not a crime.”

You leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. “That you’re absolutely right about.”

Fermín López

After his game, you were seen getting into Fermín’s car, and fans were quick to talk about it.

“Did you see the reactions?” Fermín asked, looking at his phone.

“I did,” you smiled. “They are 99% sure we’re together because I got into your car.”

Fermín laughed. “I thought it was the gentleman thing to give you a ride.”

“They have sharp eyes,” you admitted. “But it was just a small hint.”

Fermín shrugged. “Let them speculate. It’s fun that way don’t you think?”

You leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. “Just a little.”

Héctor Fort

You both wore matching bracelets, and fans quickly noticed if after a while.

“Have you seen what they’ve been writing?” Héctor asked, showing you his wrist as he reaches for your hand .

“Who hasn’t at this point ,” you say, enveloping his hand in yours. “They’re saying we’re together because of our matching bracelets.”

Héctor smiled. “I thought it was a cute, nice gesture.” he mutters, connecting his lips with yours.

“And it is,” you replied, kissing him back.

Héctor shrugged, as he pulled away. “It’s okay, it’s not like they’re wrong.”

You leaned over and gave him a quick peck. “True.”

Lamine Yamal

Lamine posted a video on social media, and you were in the background. Fans quickly picked up on it.

“Did you see the comments on my video?” Lamine asked, looking at his phone.

“Yes,” you replied. “They know we’re together because I was in the background.”

Lamine grinned. “I didn’t even notice you were there.”

“Well, they did,” you replied.“But it’s not much to go off.”

Lamine shrugged. “They cling on to the smallest details”

You leaned in and rested your head on his lap. “I guess so.”

Marc Guiu

You posted a selfie at the pool, and Marc posted a picture you took of him at the same pool, making fans suspicious.

“Have you been reading what they’re commenting?” Marc asked, showing you his phone.

“A few,” you grinned. “They say we’re together because of the pool pictures we took earlier.”

Marc laughed. “I just wanted to share a nice picture you took, is that so bad?”

“And it is a nice picture,” you replied. “But you know they want to know what’s going on between us.”

Marc shrugged. “Well they can keep guessing for now.”

You just nodded as you splashed him. “But soon they’ll know the truth.”

Marc Bernal

Marc showed you a fan tweet comparing the shoes you both wore in recent photos, hinting at your secret relationship.

“They’re really smart,” he laughed, showing you the tweets on his phone.

You grinned. “Maybe we just like the same brand. Us wearing the same shoes doesn’t prove anything.”

“It’s a pretty unique style,” he reminded you.

“Well how do they know we were together?”

“They don’t,” he shrugged. “But they’re guessing.”

“So, we leave them guessing.”

He nodded. “I find it funny seeing them going crazy over a small hint like that.”

“If you like this, we can drop more hints.” He leaned in, giving you a sweet kiss.

“Sounds like a plan,” you say kissing him back.

[planetpedri]

Héctor Fort who can’t help but look down at reader over everything and anything bc he knows how it makes them flush and avert their gaze

Those eyes — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: Héctor, who loves to see the familiar rosy color blossom across your cheeks. He does everything to see it, but he finds the easiest way to do so, is by looking down at you with a grin on his face.

Word count: 390+

Disclaimer/s: None, just fluff!

A/N: another draft from the summer . . .

Walks with you boyfriend was always enjoyable. You liked to sight see, and he loved to just spend time with you. The summer breeze brushed against your face as you leaned over the railing to look at the view. The city spread out below you, the building lights twinkling beneath the slowly darkening sky.

“I love this city.” You say quietly, turning to glance up at your boyfriend. A small flush passes across your cheeks as you realize he was already looking down at you. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” Héctor asks, suppressing the smirk that threatened his lips. His eyes trail across your face, tracing your features he seemed to love so much. He knew how much it affected you when he did that, which only prompted him to do it more.

His attentive stare only has you growing more flustered. “Quit staring down at me! Look at the view, that is why we walked all the way here is it not?”

Héctor simply shrugs, not looking away. “I’d rather look at you.” This elicits a groan from you along with an eye roll. “What’s that for!?”

“You are such a corn ball.” You laugh, shooing him away with a dismissive hand.

The brunette trails his hand up from the small of your back to your shoulders, sending goosebumps everywhere his hand touched, eventually his arm loops around your shoulders and pulls you into his side.

Héctor uses his other hand to hook his finger under your chin, forcing your head to look back up at him. Your heart stammers in your chest as you meet your boyfriend’s eyes. “I love you.” He whispers, dipping down to hover above your lips.

A wide smile breaks out on your face. “I love you, too.” You whisper right back, standing on your tip toes to place a quick peck to his lips.

When you pull away, Héctor makes a sound of protest, his lips chasing after yours, though you wiggle out of his grasp and take a step back. “Nuh-uh! We are sight seeing!”

“In a city we’ve lived in for years! We’ve seen this view a million times!” Héctor frowns, though his eyes sparkle with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Boo-hoo. Now, look at the view.” You point to the city scapes, flashing him a teasing smile.

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DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[strnilolover]

NNN - Matt sturniolo - rainy day

You and Matt hadn’t planned on staying inside today. You had plans to go out for a walk and then go hang out at a little outdoor café, but when you had woken up this morning, there was nothing but pouring rain outside.

You had started to pout, pulling yourself out of bed and into the kitchen to make breakfast for you both. Matt was still sleeping — not wanting to wake him up after discovering your initial plans were ruined.

When he did emerge from the bedroom, breakfast was already done and sitting at the table, you yourself were sitting down picking at your food slowly. Matt noticed, walking over to sit beside you where he own plate was set.

His hand reached out, grabbing your jaw softly as he turned your head to face him. “What’s wrong sweetheart? you look upset.” he asked, pressing a light peck to your cheek. Your frown pulled more, bottom lip sticking out. “Our plans for the day are ruined — it’s raining so heavily outside.” you whined.

He raised a brow at you, craning his head to look out the kitchen window, water droplets decorating the glass. He hummed at the realization, turning his gaze back to you. “Just because it’s it’s raining, doesn’t mean plans have to be ruined baby. They’ll just be…different.” he said softly, letting your face go to pick up his fork.

You stared blankly at him, “What do you mean different? what can we possibly do that’s fun?” you asked, your own fork now stabbing into the food and bringing it to your lips.

He grinned as he took a bite of his food, chewing. “You’ll see.” was all he said before he continued to eat.

After both of your plates were cleared and set into the sink, matt took your hand and guided you into the living room. He stopped in front of the couch, your body bumping into his softly. Turning to you he smiled, “I don’t know about you, but I think pillow forts are a great thing to make when it’s raining.” he whispered, pulling you closer to him.

You looked up at him, “A pillow fort?” you questioned, a little surprised but delighted. He nodded with a grin, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “And after we build it, we can watch all your favorite movies — I don’t mind a marathon.” He leaned in, pecking your lips gently, making you giggle.

You rolled your eyes, “Alright, but just so you know, I take my pillow forts very seriously,” you teased, raising an eyebrow as you grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch. He chuckled, already grabbing a few pillows and handing them to you. “Good. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Together, you collected every pillow and blanket in sight, stacking them into a cozy fortress in the middle of the living room. Once the fort was assembled, you both crawled inside, sinking into the pile of blankets with a sense of accomplishment.

He settled in beside you, pulling you close as you rested your head on his shoulder. “So,” he murmured, his fingers gently brushing over your arm, “which movie are we starting with?” he asked softly.

You bit your lip thoughtfully, looking up at him. “How about we watch the saw movies? I know it’s not spooky month anymore, but I love them.” you suggested, your voice barely a whisper.

His sighed, wrapping an arm around you a little tighter, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. “Fine, Fine. But, just because I love you.” he whispered back. With the remote in hand, he started the first movie, and the room dimmed, casting a soft yet dark glow around your little fort.

As the movie played, he absentmindedly traced patterns along your arm, his gaze drifting down to you every so often, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. You felt a sense of comfort and warmth, the outside world disappearing as you were wrapped up in his presence.

Halfway through, you glanced up at him and caught him watching you instead of the screen. “Caught you,” you whispered, laughing quietly. He shrugged, a small smirk on his lips. “Can you blame me? You’re way more interesting than any movie,” he murmured, leaning down to steal another kiss.

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[wriothesleybear]

More Dad Wrio with his baby? I’ve just binged babies laughing and let me tell you their laughs are contagious, so maybe Wrio is taking the day off to care for his daughter and she keeps laughing constantly and contagiously

~a/n: This was a little short drabble but I hope you enjoy anon. Sorry it took so long!🥺❤️

~warnings: none, just fluff.

Quickly gathering your things together, you say goodbye to your daughter and husband, leaving a kiss on her forehead and a peck on his lips. You rush out the door and feel regret seeing your daughter's sad face as she whined, not wanting you to leave. You usually stay home with her the most compared to your husband but you were called into work for an emergency and they needed you asap. Thankfully, your husband was off today and was able to take care of your daughter instead of having to worry about a last-minute babysitter.

Once you closed the door behind you, the waterworks began. Your daughter's cries fill the home, deeply sadden that mom had to leave her. Your husband, Wrio tries to comfort her, but it does very little. He tries different methods to help her stop crying. Playing with her toys, playing music on the music player, giving her snacks, etc. but nothing seemed to work. There was one last method that came to mind. He holds her in front of him and carefully tosses her up and catches her as she comes back down. Her cries finally pause as she's caught off guard by the sudden movement. She whines and puts her arms up, indicating to Wrio to throw her again. He does just that, gently tossing her in the air and catching her. Suddenly, your daughter bursts into laughter.

Her laughter grows nonstop as Wrio continues the gentle throws and catches with your daughter. It becomes contagious and he soon joins in on the laughter, enjoying the sight of his daughter smiling instead of tears running down her face. "Daddy again!" His daughter manages to say through laughs. He repeats the gesture again, squeals echoing in the home instead of cries. Taking a break, he lets her rest from all the excitement, not wanting to make her dizzy and sick. "How about we take a little break and make a pillow fort? Then we can have snacks and spend the rest of the day playing games in our fort until mom comes home." His daughter squeals with happiness indicating yes, causing a fond smile to grace his features.

The rest of the afternoon is filled with fun and laughter from your daughter and husband. Once you return home, you find them both laying in the pillow fort they made. Your daughter laying on your husband's chest, both sound asleep, exhausted from an exciting afternoon.

[httpsdana]

Hey! Have you thought about writing for hector fort.

Him and his girlfriend are cuddeling and she starts tracing his tattoo. Just a cute moment with him enjoying the feeling. You could make them talk about their future together or something.

Feel free to ignore!

Tattoos~Hector Fort

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

I decided to write this hector fic then start with the series. I got a few ideas but I'm still not sure who it will be about. enjoy this <3

@hectorth wrote something similar before me go check it out too 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Hector had a day off before going back to training, so he took this as a chance to sleep in while settling in the arms of his girlfriend. However, she had other plans. She was an early bird, waking up by 8 in the morning. If she tried to move, Hector would wake up, and that's the last thing she wanted to do.

She turned in Hector's arms, resting his head on her chest and an arm draped over her waist. Sitting there for a few moments she got bored quickly. If she tries to reach over to her phone Hector will wake up.

Subconsciously, her fingers started tracing the tattoo which she adored oh so much on Hector's arm. Her fingertips moving softly on the ink on his skin. The small gesture made Hector stir a bit in his sleep. She didn't stop though. Her fingertips kept dancing on his skin until he opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"mhm buenos dias amor" he mumbled, his voice deep from the slumber he woke up from

"good morning baby" she said back, pressing a small kiss in his curls.

"how long have you been awake, why didn't you wake me up?" he asked her, sitting up a bit.

"you needed this sleep I didn't wanna disturb" she ran one hand through his curls, the other one still on his tattoos

"don't be silly, wake me up next time" he said, resting his head back on her chest

"you know I'm gonna add a tattoo for you" he said. y/n smiled and looked down at hi

"will you?" she asked, failing to hide her huge smile

"of course, and when we have kids I'll add a tattoo for them too" he looked up at her with a smile

she slapped his head gently in a joking manner, trying to hide her blushed cheeks. He chuckled softly at her actions

"I see you already planned our future have you?" she asked with sarcasm, a smile still on her face

'of course, I even planned the names of our kids, and the wedding and our house. don't worry everything is planned out" he said

y/n laughed and shook her head at him.

"tell me your plans" she urged him to speak

"well first of all if we have a girl she'll be called Lucia Alexia Fort. how does that sound?" he looked up, an excited smile on his face. Her heart melted and the joy and excitement on his face. She leaned down and pecked his lips a few times

"I like it, Lucia is such a cute name, why Alexia though?" she asked

"well just because she's a girl doesn't mean she's not gonna be playing football. Alexia just a motivation for her to be like Alexia Putellas" he said. y/n pouted at his explanation, realizing how lucky she got with her boyfriend

"aww you're so cute...I assume the boy's middle name will be Lionel right?" she asked, Hector sat up immediately and nodded his head

"yes! I'm not sure about the first name but Lionel is definitely there" he said, a wide smile spread on his face

y/n sat there, admiring how passionately Hector spoke about their future together. He kept talking about their wedding and house, while she admired every single feature in his face

"i love you" she interrupted him, making him raise his eyebrows, blood rushing into his cheeks. He dropped down on her chest, hiding his red face from her. She giggled softly, kissing the top of his head

"i love you too" he mumbled into her chest, refusing to look up at her

[puckinghischier]

I feel like Quinn is just so caring for his gf or really anyone. Like he’s the oldest brother so it just feels natural for him to make sure everyone is okay and cared for. But also probably struggles to let people fully care for him and doesn’t want to be a burden.

the first time his girlfriend ever set up something nice for him to come home to, he didn’t know how to act.

she’d set up a nice lil dinner, have his favorite dessert ready, and even built a little pillow fort to eat said dinner in because he once told her how his mom would do that for him and his brothers when they had bad days.

“you really did all of this? for me?”

“yeah. you always make sure i’m taken care of when i’m struggling, so why wouldn’t i do the same for you?”

his cheeks turned a light shade of red, not sure how to be the one comforted when he’s usually the one comforting others.

“i’m not struggling. just…a bad string of games. i promise i’m okay, really” he would insist, walking over to wrap his arms around her waist as she stands at the stove, burying his head in the crook of her neck to place a soft kiss.

she would stop what she’s doing, turning around so she’s facing him, bringing her arms up to hang around his neck. “don’t do that.”

“do what?” he brings his head back, looking down at her.

“try to downplay your struggles,” she speaks softly. “it’s okay to be frustrated and upset that you guys aren’t performing as well as you should. and i know you take it to heart, even if you act like you don’t, so yes, you’re struggling right now. i can see the gears turning in your head every night when you come home. i know you stay up watching film on the ipad. so please, just let me give you an easy evening. your only job is to relax tonight.”

quinn is taken aback at the fact she’s been able to see through him so clearly.

“i-“ he starts, blinking back the unexpected moisture in his eyes. “i don’t even know what to say other than i love you.”

quinn’s girlfriend smirks. “i love you too. now, go sit your cute little ass down in the pillow fort and i’ll bring you a plate,” she places a light pat on his butt, earning a small scoff from the brunette.

“yes ma’am” he salutes, but not before stealing a small peck on her lips.

as he sits in the pillow fort you made, smiling at the fact you used his favorite blanket as a cushion, he thinks he could get used to being the one getting taken care of more often.

[sandsorghum]

synopsis: Higuruma makes *you* breakfast in bed for the first time

wc: 1.7k tags: fluffy! (unlike his eggs) . established relationship. romance.

a/n: inspired by @breekento's absolutely lovely photoset. a lil idyll, a smidge of indulgence. i couldn't help myself when he's so boyfriend-shaped [to the best of his abilities because...it's higuruma after all]

You were both supposed to be paying off some fairly massive sleep debts;and you hadn't even been incurring them in the usual fun ways.

The tradeoff of being slumber deprived to be a little depraved - ok, maybe more than a little - was hardly a dilemma for you and Higuruma; something you had figured out together early on in your relationship. Just one more way the two of you complemented each other, a pair of stubborn night owls turned lovebirds.

But work has been brutal; you're up to your neck in revisions to proposals for the sustainability bureau, and Higuruma's latest case had him building his defense strategy from scratch twice over now.

You can't remember the last time you shared a dinner that wasn't microwaveable. And pretty soon even the heaps of instant ramen packets were replaced by looming piles of onigiri wrappers, threatening to spill out of the bins - because fiddling with tiny sachets of powdered soup and rinsing out pots became too much of a luxury. So it was lots of take out, and very little making out.

You came to cherish the front doorstep to your apartments, a sacred altar where your bodies crossed each other in the morning bustle, swift as pedestrians, surrendering to serendipity; yet Cupid's best efforts could only conspire to the briefest, briskest brushes of your mouths before you hurried off towards your hectic jobs.

Evenings fared little better. Slouching past where he'd be collapsed on the couch at 2am, you'd drop a peck on his forehead when you could, if you had the strength to peel back the post-its with comments on penal code sections and the stacks of annotated alibis, gentle in your excavation of the mountainous documents, even as you know there's never any erosion of Higuruma's workaholism.

So you got good at deciphering the same crabbed handwriting on the fridge's notepad, mostly apologies and promises, before they dwindled down to hasty scratches of frowny emojis, blotting out dates on the calendar. All of it sincere, and all of it thwarted.

Weeks grated by like that, with their numbing addendums of cancelled grocery lists and rainchecks, strings of his snarky texts and your grumpy selfies becoming the lifeline of your relationship.

A month or maybe two, passed and finally, finally the pitches were accepted, as were the plea deals. Surely things could go back to normal now?

So, when you rolled over this morning anticipating a long overdue snuggle against Higuruma's chest, to instead find only a cold spot on his side of bed, the chagrin prickles through you so sharply it pierces through the groggy fog of sleep you still very much need.

"Hiro..." The pillows, absent of even his scent have the further audacity to muffle your grumble. But then you feel a slightly self-conscious chuckle roll honeywarm over your spine, and the dip of the bed as it welcomes the return of a weight that never should have left it at this hour.

"Sorry darling, I got hungry. Figured you might be too."

Your head creaks to the side, a warm scent wafting through the final defenses of your pillow fort. It's one you haven't smelled in a very, very long time.

"Masako's?"

Higuruma chuckles at the disbelief in your voice, still slumber-hoarse.

"That's right, made the pilgrimage all the way to Yoyogi. Just for you."

You hear the scrape of a knife and a rich, buttery aroma mingles with the morning air. Then you hear Higuruma's voice, dredged in huskiness from his drowsiness, drawling close to your ear. "So, forgive me yet?"

Your huff is already half buried in the pillow as you turn away from him and Higuruma sighs, wishing you'd at least treat him to your scowl. But he'll play along, after all it's been a while since the both of you could squander a morning on feigned pettiness.

"It's cute when you pretend to hold out on me," he muses, teasing his fingers through your locks before a heated palm comes to cup your cheek. "But the bagels are getting cold."

You can't help leaning into Higuruma's touch, purely instinctive, a vine supine toward its sun. But still you manage to mutter, "W'er s'posed to cuddle this mrngh."

You feel the grin in his voice long before it sneaks up to the corner of your lips. "We'll have the whole day to cuddle..."

Higuruma's aquiline nose dips down your neck, stopping just short of the spot he knows elicits a hitch in your breath. "Or not cuddle."

Drat him, and those nimble fingertips, just starting to skim beneath the hem of your shirt, summoning butterflies so swiftly you're uncertain if the swoop in your belly is from their innocently tickling antennae, or his digits' dexterous pretense of roaming your skin idly.

"For now, I'd like you to acknowledge the attempt I'm calling an omelette."

Now that has your eyes snapping open and jolting upright, shuffling around to stare at your partner who, for all his towering intellect, has never been able to distinguish a whisk from a sieve.

"You cooked? I didn't hear anything. What happened, were the batteries dead in the smoke alarm?"

"I'll have you know I actually replaced them recently."

Your skepticism retreats as you register Higuruma's mildly wounded expression. He turns to the side table, retrieving a breakfast tray and setting it before you. True, the yellow oblong by the perfectly browned discs is a little squat and misshapen, but it's distinctly missing the burnt, greasy odour you've come to reflexively associate with even his best attempts.

But this morning, you aren't even seeing any flecks of black. In fact, you start to notice the specks of green.

"Scallions?"

You raise the dish, squinting at the garnish, before lowering it to stare at Higuruma.

"Who are you and what have you done with my lover?"

"I guess I'm just some other man who's fallen for the charms of your terribly exacting egg standards," he deadpans, ruffling your hair and pressing a fork into your hand. "Now dear, if you'd be so kind as to make your judgment."

You take a sip of tea, made exactly how you like it (black, half a teaspoon of sugar, sans milk or creamer - maybe this man seated across from you isn't an impostor after all) and once you've washed down your bewilderment, set to properly tackling breakfast.

You take a breath, and let your fork cleave through the omelette. It cuts through cleanly, and doesn't wobble once on its way to your mouth.

It's...edible, you decide. Serviceable even, provided you were getting served at a road side gas station. But then you remember who cooked it, which practically makes it a 3 Michelin Star meal.

"It's good. Properly seasoned and everything." You smile, taking another bite.

"So how many dozens of eggs did you go through before you achieved this masterpiece?"

Higuruma shakes his head and huffs, casting his eyes heavenward. "Oh ye of little faith."

"In my defense, this is a novelty, Hiro. You've never spoiled me this way before."

You chuckle, tweaking his cheek, and his put-upon morose expression falters, as affection glimmers in his eyes instead.

"Three-quarters are still intact," he informs you, watching you sip your tea.

"Three quarters of the carton?" Your lip curls knowingly around the edge of your mug, and something stirs within Higuruma.

"Of the tray," he confesses, pulling your hand into his, starting to rub soft circles against your wrist.

"Couldn't be too cautious, hm?"

"I had Wikihow's assistance. And it's not my first time cooking eggs, you know."

You chew on the bagel for a quiet, contemplative moment.

"But the first time serving them?"

Your partner shrugs, but the way he averts his gaze for a moment tells you what you need to know. You squeeze his hand, and he looks back up at you.

"Thanks, Hiro. For making the morning special." You brush your forehead against his, savouring his happy hum reverberating against your cheeks as you put the tray off to the side.

"With this display of confidence, maybe you could even try tamagoyaki some time."

"Well, now that seems a tad ambitious-" Higuruma begins to equivocate but you shut him up with a kiss, tossing off the quilts and clambering into his lap, your appetite truly having been awakened at last.

He lets your hunger rush over him, falling backwards as his tongue greedily clambers towards yours, feeling a burden lift as your weight presses him back into bed, as your hips settle into their slow, needy grind against his. He kisses you, drinks you in more deeply, tasting the tannins of the tea he'd over-brewed while fussing with that dang omelette, but mingling with your scent and sweetness, it's nothing short of the most potent ambrosia. Higuruma groans, he's been parched of your taste and starved of your touch for weeks and weeks and he wants - needs you to drain him of these reservoirs of ache and desperation that have been suffocating him for so long.

Delirium and his desire floods through you, Higuruma's hands skittering everywhere, almost antsy enough to shred the fabric off of you. Higuruma nips urgently at your lips and you let his tongue, his limbs, his scent coil around you, entwined in his essence and embrace. His name spills from you in shallow gasps, pleading for a minor reprieve from the pleasure, but he persists, busying himself at your nape, suckling eagerly, flint-edged nose and canines planting tender bruises. It's only when you flinch slightly from the overstimulation of his roving mouth that he relents, reluctantly, tipping your head back to assess his efforts.

He likes what he sees; Your skin glowing in roses, dewy with his sweat and spit. Your famished gaze, devouring him as he devours you

"Maybe you should spend more time in the kitchen after all," you giggle, running your hands through his scalp, and you feel that burst of familiar wet heat as Higuruma quivers underneath you, a sodden spot growing and twitching against your core.

He presses his lips to you once more, his smirk both scalding and saccharine as he murmurs, "Never mind my rudimentary culinary skills darling, I'm going to spoil you in all the ways you already know, and then some."

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[babyleostuff]

BLANKET FORT | MOON JUNHUI

jun had a habit of checking the weather forecast every morning - he woke up, grabbed his phone, ignored all of the messages from his manager, and checked the weather app. it was a small, unconscious habit he developed after you began dating. jun didn’t even realise he did it until seungkwan asked him why he was checking the weather for korea, when they were abroad for their schedules.  

he was away the first time it happened. you called him, your voice shaky and panicked, as you explained that there has been a power outage because of a thunderstorm. jun could hear you quietly sob through the phone, and his heart broke, because there was nothing he could do to help. 

he had never felt so powerless before. 

after that, he decided to check the weather every morning in case of a storm, so you could prepare beforehand. well… almost every morning. 

jun cursed at himself, rushing out of the studio to his car, rain hitting the windshield as he speeded through town, while a low rumbling of thunder could be heard from the distance. 

you got home safely just before it started raining, though you knew the big, grey clouds hanging over the sky meant more than just rain. but there was no way you’d call jun. he was at work and you didn't want to disturb him, certainly not because you were afraid of a silly little thunderstorm. 

what you didn’t expect was to hear a knock a second later, revealing a drenched jun standing in your doorway. 

“i got here as fast as i could,” he said, breathing heavily. you figured he must've taken the stairs, something he always did when he was in a rush to see you. “what are you doing here, silly? shouldn’t you be at work?” you brushed his wet bangs away from his face, noticing how he shivered slightly. you pulled your boyfriend by his wet jacket before he could say anything, forcing him inside. 

“we finished the recording earlier today,” jun said, as you kept dragging him in the direction of your bathroom. “and as i was leaving i got an alert for a thunderstorm, so,” he took a deep breath, grabbing your hand tighter. “i decided to come to you.” 

just as you were about to scold him for being so reckless and not going home to change into something dry so he wouldn’t get sick, a loud boom echoed through your apartment. you immediately stopped in your tracks, jun’s body colliding with yours. he could feel how your body tensed up, the familiar panic written all over your face, as you looked into the direction of the window. 

“come on, i’ve got to get these wet clothes off me,” jun said, tracing his knuckle over your cheek. truth be told, he didn’t care if he was currently freezing his ass off, but he knew it would take your mind off from the storm going on outside. “y-yeah, let’s go,” you gulped. 

after jun changed into dry clothes and wasn't in danger of getting sick anymore, you left the bathroom with a little hesitation, where, fortunately, you didn't hear what was happening outside the window. “you know what,” he said, pulling you onto your bed, cradling your body to his chest, so your head rested right above his heart. “i saw this thing a while ago, and i was wondering if we could make it together,” he whispered, running his hand through your hair. 

“hm?” you murmured, looking up at him. “a blanket fort. we've never done it together before.”

maybe any other day you’d say that it was a bit silly for you to make a blanket fort, but as another rumble of the thunder passed you nodded your head quickly, latching onto jun even more. 

“hey,” he whispered. “’s okay, baby. i know you’re scared, but i’m here with you,” he said, pecking your forehead. “you’re safe here. you’re home. with me.” 

and that’s how you ended with chairs placed all around your living room, with all of your blankets and sheets you didn’t even know you had thrown over the chairs and your couch. “i’m going to get some more pillows, i’ll be right back,” jun said, before disappearing from your little blanket fort. 

you weren’t sure you needed anything more, your little bundle was already full of everything - blankets, pillows, food and snacks, fairy lights, your computer, even a couple of plushies jun got you when he was on tour - you name it. but you didn’t have the heart to stop him, your precious boyfriend looked over the moon when you were setting up the fort, like a little kid on christmas day. the rain was still heavily pattering against your window, but it didn’t bother you as much anymore. 

“okay,” a blonde head peeked into the fort. “i think we’re ready,” jun crawled inside, while trying not to destroy anything. you giggled as he struggled to sit down comfortably beside you, his back hunched because he was too tall. “i think your legs are too long, baby,” you laughed, grabbing onto his arm. 

you could feel jun’s smile as he pressed a kiss against your cheek, bringing you closer to him, so you could lay between his legs. as he tried to manoeuvre the both of you so you could lay comfortably against the stack of pillows, a particularly loud thunder stroke making you flinch. “don’t you think it’s a bit silly?” you asked in a whisper, nuzzling yourself further into jun’s arms.

“what?” 

“that i’m afraid of thunder. that’s just stup-,” 

“don’t even dare to finish that sentence,” you had to suppress a smile hearing his offended tone. you didn’t even have to look at him to know he was pouting angrily. “it’s not silly or stupid to be afraid.” 

“yeah, but it’s just thunder.” 

“and what about it? mingyu yells like a little girl any time he sees a bug, but that doesn’t make him less of a man. it’s okay to be scared,” he said, stroking his thumb over your tummy. “besides, i’m always here to protect you.” 

and so you spend the rest of your afternoon cuddled under tens of blankets, watching your favourite movies, until eventually you drifted off in the arms of your boyfriend not bothered by the thunderstorm happening outside anymore.

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[thicc-ray-of-sunshine]

'Cypripedioideae'

-A practical lesson in botany

You tag along with Ford in search of an elusive bit of flora and find yourself in a sticky situation as nature takes you both for the ride of your life.

(it's the obligatory sex pollen fic) inspired specifically by this post from @chunkitakii

You were tired. The arches of your feet had started to ache, making the continuation of your hike rather uncomfortable. If you had known this would have turned into an an all day thing you would have at least worn your comfier boots. You stretched out your legs a little on your next step forward, trying to shake the strain from your poor ankles as you walked.

“Are you quite alright Darling?”

Observant as ever; Ford almost immediately caught on to your discomfort, brows knitting together in concern. You flashed a small smile his way and squeezed his right hand in gratitude.

“Yeah. Just a little tired, my feet are starting to hurt. Wish I wore my other boots.”

A small pout appeared on your face at the mention of your footwear that caused a soft chuckle to escape from Ford's lips.

“Yes they would have been more appropriate. Although I had not expected our outing to take this long so the fault is mine.”

His tone was measured and his apology sincere as he offered his hand back to yours to hold. You graciously accepted, bouncing up on your toes to peck his cheek affectionately. You could see the faint pink hue that rose to the apples of his cheeks and tickled the tips of his ears as he interlaced his fingers with yours. He really was too easy to fluster despite being so unruffled elsewhere.

His pace slowed substantially so he could comfortably walk with you. It was not completely uncommon for him to always be slightly ahead of you, his long legs making his strides a fair bit wider than your own. Typically though he liked to be next to you like he was now, being able to see you put his mind at ease when you were out in the woods like this. He liked being able to know exactly where you were in case if any danger were to arise. This was also the reason he chose to have you on his right; leaving his dominant hand free to be able to protect you from any potential threats that came your way. This way he could also still have a free hand for note taking while also being able to be as close to you as he pleased.

From what he had described to you what you were searching for was some type of slipper orchid. He had heard of it in passing from when he was dealing with some gnomes a short while back. Apparently it was something that generally they avoided so it was described to him as a precaution but when he pressed for answers he was met with a strong resistance. So of course here he was, scouting it out and putting his inquisitive nature to the test; ever so eager to find out just what made this flagrant piece of flora so off-putting.

It was odd you realized, to be chasing after a flower in the middle of fall. It wasn't typically the time for such a plant to be alive, forget actively blooming but you guess that was just another reason Ford was so enchanted. Although even if you didn't find it today it was still worth the trip. You always loved going on adventures with Ford, absolutely reveling in seeing him completely in his element. Big amber colored eyes focused and poised yet not at all hiding the excitement thrumming through his veins at the thought of discovering something new.

He was nothing if not analytical in his approach, left hand always alternating between holding his chin in thought and jotting down his findings and anything else he deemed important. Your favorite part was when he'd sketch things; every stroke of his pencil was thoughtful, almost reverent as he portrayed everything as accurately as he could. Sure science was his forte but truly he had a clear calling for art as well and you told him so often.

You were taken out of your reverie and your fond thoughts of Ford rather abruptly, Ford having put his left arm out in front of you to stop you. You observed quietly, waiting for him to explain the hold up. Silently he gestured to the leaf covered ground, towards the very edge of a small clearing in the trees. There you could see it, or at least what you assumed he was looking for. It's not like there were any other flowers around at the moment, forget orchids. You let him corral you closer so you could both get a better look at it. As soon as you got within a couple feet from it he did exactly what you expected him to do. He had a scientific process for cataloging his findings that he followed to a T.

He started by circling the plant, keeping a safe distance from it since he was still unaware of what in particular made it so dangerous. He meticulously viewed it from all angles, pausing to write in his field journal every few moments. You were more than content to watch the process, finding a fallen log not to far from where Ford was crouched to sit on. You patted the spot on the log next to you when he circled back around the plant again. He smiled at you, knowing how much you liked to watch him sketch.

“Come sit with me. I've got a good angle from here.”

Your voice was sweet as you beckoned him to your side, which he followed wordlessly. He was not even a little bit shocked that you had, in fact, captured the orchid at its best angle since you did always have an eye for such things. Just another thing he adored about you he mused as he got to work.

You huddled closer to him; the heat radiating off of his body too sweet of a temptation as your own began to feel the effects of the cooling temperature. He merely hummed in response as you laid your head on his shoulder, watching the quick scratches of his pencil against the paper as he brought the flower to life on the page. It really was masterful how he so elegantly captured the petals so delicately. It was a very pretty flower, odd in a way but nonetheless beautiful. There were three large petals protruding from a circular base; one large fan-like petal at the top of the flower and two smaller slender petals that curved outwards from the pistil. There was a large sac adjacent structure just below it, which from what you knew of this particular family of orchids was the ‘slipper’ and where they got their name from.

As Ford drew he told you about what he knew about it already through some preliminary research.

“It's a member of the ‘orchidaceae’ species, better known as ‘orchid’ which can be found in essentially every habitat with the exception of glaciers. Which is obvious.”

He paused for a moment to erase something before continuing both in his sketching and his lecture.

“I suspect that this is a member of the subfamily of ‘cypripedioideae.’ They're more commonly known as ‘slipper orchids’ or ‘lady’s slippers’ which you already know.”

Pointing his pencil in the direction of the orchid, he gestured to the ‘slipper’ part of it.

“That. Is the labellum. It's one of three types of petals on an orchid. The other two are the dorsal petal, which is the one protruding from the top of the orchid and then the lateral petals which are the ones coming out the sides.”

He continued to point out each individual part of the flower as he drew it. Labeling each part and creating a hyper realistic diagram for himself while you nodded along, smiling at the sound of his voice.

“The labellum is interesting because it serves as a sort of trap for local pollinators in a similar fashion to pitcher plants, the ‘Nepenthes gracilis.”

Your eyebrows raised at this; you never heard of a carnivorous orchid before.

“I thought those were carnivorous. You're not gonna tell me this flower has a taste for flesh now are you?”

He laughed at that, turning his head a bit to catch your eyes, filled with mirth as you leaned closer into his side.

“No Dear cypripedioideae are not a carnivorous species. The labellum is used to trap pollinating insects so that they are forced to climb up the staminode and or stamen so they have no choice but to pollinate.”

You nodded again thoughtfully at his explanation, filing it away in your brain for later when you would both inevitably talk about it at home. Maybe next time you should bring your own little notepad to take notes in, you'd bet Ford would love that.

Now it was time for the final part of his dutiful process; collecting samples. Very regrettably, he pulled away from you to stand once more; moving closer to the orchid. He was still incredibly cautious, the gnomes warnings staying in the forefront of his mind despite his excitement. Safety first.

He reached in and pulled out a pair of his custom six fingered gloves from his messenger bag along with a small knife and a small glass container. Again, with caution, he inched closer. Very delicately he selected one of the pistils and sliced it off. With great care it was placed into the small glass jar before he secured the lid and put everything back into his bag.

All was well when he moved to stand. That was until his jacket got caught on a piece of deadwood by his knee and had him careening forwards and onto the ground below with a loud ‘oof.’ Unfortunately for him you were nowhere near close enough to save him from either his fall or the accompanying embarrassment.

A healthy amount of panic arose in Ford as he opened his eyes and came face to stamen with the orchid he had tried incredibly hard not to touch. His body reacted instinctively; leaping backwards and away from the potential danger and landing square on his ass. You had already made your way over to him, kneeling over him before he could say anything about contamination procedures and potential risks.

“Oh my gosh! Ford are you okay?”

Your voice was riddled with concern as you helped him up. As soon as he was standing you had his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks a little as you turned his face side to side, assessing the damage. He felt your thumb swipe over his cheekbone briefly as you tilted his head to one side before releasing him from your grasp.

“Nothing but dirt and a very handsome face. I'm very glad nothing happened to it Can't say the same for your ass though.”

Ford rolled his eyes at you when you snickered; attempting to feign annoyance and failing miserably, feeling a blush rise to his cheeks. His eyes locked back onto the orchid for a moment, squinting; searching for any obvious signs that he had put you or himself in danger by making physical contact with it. Using two fingers, he brought his left hand to the wrist of his right to take his own pulse; it was normal. He repeated the process and did the same for you, earning the same results. You let him fuss over you for a moment as he gave you a very clinical once over.

Finding nothing out of the ordinary he deemed both of you okay. It was high time you had both returned to the shack, having spent several hours too many trying to find such an elusive plant. Any further medical examinations would need to be done in the lab anyway.

“Maybe it's just something that effects the gnomes? They have similar bodily functions as humans but maybe the potential effects are more potent due to the reduced size. I'm not sure I'll have to-”

Ford's lower abdomen lurched painfullly, forcing his body to double over abruptly. You shouted his name and he could barely hear you, his pulse loud in his ears and beating erratically. Everything was numb as you coaxed him to look at you, trying to blink away the sudden blurriness in his vision. When his eyes finally focused he could see your lips move but he still barely hear you over the buzzing in his skull. This was very bad.

His thoughts began to race; what possibly could trigger such a reaction? He feared the worst and that he had inadvertently poisoned himself; but if it was deadly why didn't the gnomes just say that? It didn't make sense, there was no reason to -.

Just as abruptly as it began, it stopped. The painful cramping of his body has completely dissipated and he could see and hear as normally as he could about two minutes prior. Your hand smoothed up and down his back comfortingly, displacing the fabric of his trademark coat a bit.

“C’mon baby let's get you back to the house.”

You cooed gently at him, slowly helping him stand again as you began ushering him back in the direction from which you came. In no time you were both walking rather briskly in effort to get back to the lab as soon as possible so you could really make sure Ford was okay.

As you were walking Ford noticed that your lips were red and irritated, nervously biting them raw out of worry and anxiety. Vaguely he felt bad which was weird because typically he would feel awful about it. Before he could delved to deep into it the answer hit him when his whole body suddenly tensed and then subsequently relaxed.

His brilliant mind came to a grinding halt, putting the pieces together as he subconsciously inched closer to you. He let out another gasping breath as he ripped himself away from your side. He was left a stumbling mess ahead of you as his brain was bombarded by a single clearcut message; he needed to fuck you.

“I-it’s an aphrodisiac!”

He blurted it out in a harsh breath, holding his arm out and signalling you to stay where you were. He couldn't have you touching him like this, no matter how much his body screamed that you should.

He watched as your face turned several shades of red at his words and he found it irresistibly attractive. No. He couldn't think like that, he could handle this. You both just needed to get back to the shack and to his lab where you could sort this out

“W-we need to get back to the lab as soon as possible. You cannot touch me, I don't want to aggregate this stuff more than I already have. I would like you to walk ahead of me so I can still ensure your safety but please be sure to be several steps ahead.”

Physically he struggled to get the words out of his mouth, his speech already starting to stutter and slur at the edges. It made you worry immensely for his safety, even more so now that you couldn't see him while you were walking.

Once you had turned back to check on him, finding his face flushed a brilliant shade of red and panting hard. A singular bead of sweat had rolled down his face from where it gathered at his hairline. You watched as it dropped from his strong chin to the forest floor below.

“Don't - don't look at me I can't-”

His voice was strained and he found himself unable to finish his though as he was wracked with images of your wanting eyes staring at him from a very different position; beneath him as he pulled you apart by the seams. He couldn't have you looking at him, especially not like that. He knew you didn't mean to but it didn't detract from the clear desire that was written there. It was only logical you would react that way; he was physically aroused, so of course a baser part of you would find it attractive behind the worry you felt for his condition. A condition that worsened astronomically as he felt another wave of pain pass through his abdomen near his stomach. A wheezing sound left him and he physically fell to his knees, leaves crunching loudly beneath his weight. You were at his side in seconds, completely forgetting or choosing to disregard his warnings to not touch him. He closed his eyes, willing the thoughts of ravishing you on the forest floor away as you put a hand on his shoulder. He couldn't. He didn't want to hurt you.

Neither of you had any time to react as Ford's body moved for him, tackling you to the ground from your kneeling position to kiss you hard on the mouth. His body snaked around yours, body pinning you and arms coiling around you in an almost suffocating grip.

“I don't wan’t-. We need to - I need.”

His thoughts and words were a jumbled mess, coming out choppy and fragmented between kisses at your jaw. His eyebrows pinched and he looked pained before he rutted deeply against your hips, jaw slacking in pleasure and letting out a salacious moan that stole the breath from your lungs. His eyes snapped open, the spike of pleasure clarifying in some way as he leapt off of you, suddenly aware of himself and his body. You watched bewildered, sitting up from your place on the ground as he staggered away. You quickly followed, not willing to let him out of your sight. He braced himself on a nearby tree, folding his right arm in front of him to pillow his head there.

“Stanford?”

Your voice was apprehensive, unsure of the situation and maybe feeling a little out of your depth.

“I don't want to hurt you.”

His voice was a whimper, cracking around the edges as he desperately tried to fight off the feelings of immense arousal that clawed at his gut. He knew that he would need to take care of this. Before it got dark, before a trek back to the shack would be impossible, before his body would-.

All his thoughts were cut off as you took your chin in your hands again and kissed him rather fiercely.

“You're the one in pain right now so let's fix that first okay?.”

Without another second to consider; you were underneath him again. He had forcefully pinned you to the tree he was against and promptly shoved his tongue down your throat. It was clumsy and overzealous. The usual finesse and meticulousness he kissed you with was replaced by an animal desperation and hunger, his fingers digging into your waist somewhat uncomfortably. A groan left his throat when you languidly slid your tongue against his, reciprocating his feverish kisses in kind.

Ford was gasping for breath when he broke away, breathing haggardly and chest heaving. He continued his kisses down the side of your face and across your jaw to your ear, whining when the fabric of your sweater stopped him from getting to the skin of your neck. Rather roughly, he used his hand to shove the fabric downwards to reveal your neck to him and promptly latched his mouth onto the exposed skin. Your squirmed helplessly as he mouthed at your throat, moaning as he pinpointed where you were most sensitive and sucked a dark mark into the skin there. He buried his nose into your neck, glasses cutting into your skin as he began a slow grind against you. His arms curling around you on more, guiding your hips to move against him.

His mind was spinning, doing somersaults and getting caught in a positive feedback loop as you moaned out his name breathlessly. The neurons in his brain fizzing and popping as pleasure zipped down his spine, urging his body to seek out more. Without asking for permission and with an embarrassing lack of coordination he tore the sweater off your body, leaving you in the T-shirt you had worn beneath. You were immediately knocked further off kilter as he tugged the material of your shirt up, holding it there and shoving your bra down enough to swirl his tongue around a nipple.

Your hands shot into his hair, clutching the back of his head and scratching your nails into his scalp as he leaves his tongue across the tops of your breasts, very nearly slobbering into your chest with an almost animal insistence. It was like he was trying to take a bite out of you, the way his teeth kept burying themselves into your skin ravenously. Not enough to break the skin but more than enough to leave small indents where his teeth had clamped down onto the flesh there.

Everything about this was so foreign, Ford was always so calculated and relatively gentle when it came to sex. He liked to take his time and ‘enjoy the journey’ so to speak. And sure, it wasn't completely uncommon for him to rough you up a little in the act but this was extreme. You had never even imagined that Ford could get like this, hell you weren't even sure he knew he could. Despite the rather problematic nuances of the whole situation you were still inexplicably turned on. You could feel the slow drip of your obvious arousal eeking out into your underwear; knowing for a fact that you were beyond soaked. Something that Ford seemed to want to know if the shaky hand popping open the button of your jeans was any indication. You could do nothing but hopelessly cling to his broad shoulders as he pressed his dominant hand past the denim and into your panties. A shuddering groan cleaved through his chest at your wetness, his mouth tearing off of a breast in an obscene wet pop.

In spite of the obviously crippling effects the aphrodisiac was having on him he was still trying very hard not to hurt you. His whole body was tense and shaking as he gingerly parted your folds and sank his middle finger into the hilt. He held it there, his body quivering under your hands, trying to find the mental and physical strength to be good to you. Your own body couldn't care less, your self restraint nowhere near his level as you tried to rock yourself onto his hand. You whined pathetically when he completely removed himself.

There was no preamble and nothing that could prepare you as he ripped down your pants and underwear and viciously jammed two of his thick fingers up into your messy cunt. You howled like a wounded animal, digging your fingers into his jacket. Your head whipped back against the trunk of the tree as Ford’s thumb hastily found your clit and circled it vigorously almost to the point of being painful.

“C’mon. C’mon. C’mon.”

Ford was panting haggardly into your ear, broken praises and calls of your name on his lips as he pleaded for you to cum.

“Please please please my darling I need you to cum on my fingers. Please, you're doing so well.”

His voice scratched against the walls of his throat as he spoke, clawing its way out beside the barrage of whimpers and moans; sounding manic and on edge. The bark of the tree scratched roughly at your back as you arched helplessly against Ford's chest, the sensitive skin of your nipples brushing against the knit of his sweater as your breasts jumped with the force of his actions. His hand now positioning in and out of your sopping cunt at a punishing pace as he sucked on the skin of your already bruised neck.

“Stanford!"

You screamed out his name. Your body giving Ford, as well as yourself no other warning as you were blinded by the white hot pleasure singing up your body from where Ford's fingers fucked you. You heard him groan triumphantly, biting into your shoulder as his fingers were replaced by the hot line of his cock spearing into you. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream at the sensation; your body burning at the intrusion and trying to accommodate him through the walls of your vagina convulsing from your violent orgasm. He didn't afford you the time to recover as he pulled all the way out and then slammed home in one subsequent motion. He gathered you into his arms, holding you as close to him as sustainably possible as he pounded ruthlessly into your pussy.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can’t-”

He sobbed apologetic sympathies into your hair as his body betrayed him and forced him to pile drive into you at a splintering speed.

“Oh god Ford!”

You grasped blindly at his face and neck, trying mindlessly to bring him to you; needing to feel his lips on your own.

“A-h Ford kiss me."

Needing no further prompting; his mouth found and locked with yours witlessly, tongues and teeth clashing together wildly. Ford's lips kneaded yours raw, biting and licking at them whenever you pulled away. Giving you just enough time to suck in another breath before diving back in for more, the frames of his glasses digging into your cheek uncomfortably. His hips never stopped, cock punching up into your cervix at a blinding velocity as you writhed in his arms.

He looked pained as he rocked up into you. He was far more feverish looking than before, a blanket of red coating his cheeks and hair plastered to his forehead from the sweat pouring profusely from his scalp. His brows were pinched tightly together and his mouth twisted into a grimace, looking anguished as he chased his pleasure. Your fingers itched to fix his glasses, which were nearly falling off the bridge of his nose and were continuously knocked around with each cant of his hips into yours.

You twisted in his grip. Unintentionally changing the trajectory of his thrusts, making the fat tip of his cockhead spearhead against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars and your cunt clenching tightly around him. Ford let out a guttural groan, hooking his hands under your knees and hitching you up on his hips as much as the jeans trapped between you would allow. The new angle giving him the ability to hit that same spot over and over again; the thickness of his throbbing length dragging deliciously against the sensitive walls of your drooling cunt.

The sounds your coupling produced were entirely pornographic. The lewd slapping of skin against skin and the cacophony of moans coming from your joining would make it incredibly obvious to any passerby to what exactly was taking place. Thankfully you were far enough out into the woods that you were very certain that no other humans would hear you screaming your lungs out as Stanford fucked the brains right out of your head. The various supernatural entities that lurkred within the woods however would probably not be so lucky.

An unholy sound rattled it's way out of your body as you felt yourself careening towards the edge of your second orgasm, cunt seizing around Ford's penis as he steadily plowed into you. He let out a choked noise, pushing somehow deeper inside of you as your back arched violently off of the tree. Like a crack of thunder, you were thrown headlong into another mind-blowing orgasm. Your face morphed into what could only be described as a rapturous expression. Ford watched hypnotized; your face painted in bliss as your eyes rolled back into your head and your jack went slack to release a long drawn out moan of his name that ended in a little whimper.

A newer wetness gushed around his cock from where he bore into you, making the glide into your waiting sex that much easier at every thrust. His mind was blank as his pace turned sporadic, hilting deep as he came inside of you with a sob of your name.

You blinked back the blur in your vision, keenly observing Ford as he rode out the waves of his own petit mort. His head was thrown back, Adams apple bobbing up and down as he gasped desperately for air as if he was drowning. Which he was; completely drowning in the pheromones as he felt like he might go insane from the euphoria tearing through his body. His hands dug harshly into your legs, another stuttering tortured sob wrenching through him as he realized that his body was not satiated.

“It's not- I'm not- I need more.”

You could hardly make out what Ford was saying through the haze of your orgasm. Only truly understanding when you heard the deafening sound of tearing fabric as pressed your hips came flush with Ford's and his still moving cock.

He has ripped your pants clean in half through the inseam you realized, taking your ruined panties with it. The clear display of brute force hit you in the temples and sent you spinning, even more so when Ford pulled off of you to force you onto the forest floor, clambering on top of you and throwing your useless legs atop his shoulders.

As soon as he was in between your legs again Ford pitched back into your greedy cunt, effectively folding you in half and and fucking his cum back into your still quivering sex. Leaves and small sticks scraped against the exposed skin of your back as your body rocked upwards with the absolutely savage way he was fucking you. He was hunched over you and was rutting into you like a dog in heat, the weight of his body against you giving you no option other than to take it. And take it you did, crying out over and over as he rabidly hammered into you, his balls slapping hard against the meat of your newly exposed ass as your knees dug into your chest. His belt buckle jingled as it smacked against the tender flesh there on every powerful thrust. You knew it was going to bruise, much like the rest of your body when this was all over.

You felt the muscles in your inner thighs burn as Ford mindlessly stretched your legs open further around him, using his left hand to hold you by your right ankle. His eyes were glazed over behind the fogged lenses of his glasses. Completely unfocused as he continued to relentlessly plow into you at breakneck speeds. Shockwaves of pleasure reverberated through your body with each pitch of Ford's hips, the angle at which he penetrated you catching your clit on every backstroke and making your cunt sing. You panted heavily into his face, unable to form words past a slim vocabulary of yeses, pleases and Ford's name. A scream ripped through you as a particularly harsh upstroke, his cock battering against the end of your vaginal canal in a way that was just shy of being too painful. The way you had froze up, cunt clenching harshly around him, had him repeat the motion again and again, chasing the feeling. His forehead dropped down to your collar, mouth blabbering nonsensically against your skin.

“Oh god! My Love - my Darling. Please- oh god I'm so sorry-!”

He was powerless to fight against the whims of his body influenced by the effects of the slipper orchid. He continued heedlessly, pounding into you mercilessly. His mumured apologies falling on deaf ears, you were busy being a moaning, shrieking mess beneath him on the forest floor. Your peak just over the horizon and within your reach. You reached out and grabbed it, cumming in a hellascious manner as you thrashed wantonly in Ford's grip.

The orgasm he tore from you was truly earth shattering; our eyes crossing and rolling away with the rest of your sanity as you clawed at his shoulders and chest. Somehow the pounding became even more aggressive as Ford barrelled towards his own climax. The force of his thrusting actively pushing out and displacing the well of your combined spend inside of you with a wet 'plop' as it spattered across your inner thighs and dripped down your ass. His pace turned frenetic, railing into you sloppily as he cried out.

Ford let out an agonized howl when he finally hit his peak, as if the act itself was painful. His body jerked physically; as if he had stepped on a live wire as he came the hardest he ever had in his life. Wounded cries ripppled through his chest, trying to hang onto the last vestiges of his sanity as he well and truly lost his mind in pleasure. The euphoria and relief he was feeling being far too much for his logical mind to handle.

A sob wracked through his exhausted frame when he finally felt his penis begin to turn flaccid within you. You were both shaking violently, clutching onto each other for dear life as his hips turned to a slow grind. His cock was still pulsing inside of you, his ejaculate spilling deep within your womb as his own body eeked out the last swells of his orgasm until his hips came to a stop.

Neither of you said anything. Choosing to coil your arms around one another as you both found control of your faculties. Ford let your legs drop to your sides, his hands finding a new purpose in smoothing up and down the sides of your body, attempting to soothe and mitigate the cold you probably felt due to his reckless treatment of your pants. And also you. God he felt awful. Guilt twisted into his gut like a knife as the reality of what he had just done set in. He threw his head into your shoulder and sobbed openly, unable to keep the grief he felt from hurting you inside his traitorous body. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest seeing Ford like this. Gently you brought your hands, that were rubbing his back and shoulders comfortingly, up to curl your fingers into his hair.

"Hey. Hey. Shhhhhh it's okay. You're okay.'

You shushed him, cooing gently at him and placing kisses to his hair as he shook like a leaf in your arms. With great care, you pulled his face from your neck to look at him. His eyes were bloodshot from crying and he wouldn't meet your gaze, looking guiltily away at the foliage next to your head. Tenderly, you pulled him towards you to press a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth. Hands caressing his cheekbones as you coaxed him to look at you.

You could see the guilt there, the shame that was written in them as he looked at you and you couldn't stand it so you brought him in for a kiss. He kissed you with fervor; slowly as he poured all of his love and his guilt into one passionate gesture. Praying that you would be able to forgive him for the great transgressions he had made against you and your bruised and battered body. That you would understand that he had no choice in the matter and that he would do anything to win back the trust that he had inevitably broken.

When he pulled back your eyes were soft, admirable in how they looked up at him. How could you look at him like that? Like he hung the stars in the sky even after he violated you; your trust. Greedily he leaned into your grasp, nuzzling the palm against his cheek . Your voice came out in a scratchy whisper against him.

"I'm okay. We're okay."

You said so little yet it was more than enough. Ford felt tears sting the edge of his eyelids as you smiled at him, warm and genuine. You were okay. You didn't hate him. You still loved him. Letting out a heavy sigh of relief he leaned down further and rested his forehead against yours, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

He only let go when you pushed at his shoulders, his weight becoming too much to bear on your tired body. Gingerly he pulled out of you, the two of you groaning at the loss. Ford watched enraptured, jaw slacked as a copious amount of his semen seeped out of your sex. Unconsciously he ran his fore and one of his middle fingers through it, gathering the viscous fluid in his digits and pushing it back into you.

The lewdness of it all and the implications of such and action brought the blood to simultaneously drain from your face and cause it to flush furiously. The concept of another round a frightening concept to your weary body. A small whimper seemed to release Ford from whatever sexual spell the pheromones pumping through his system had him in. He physically shook the thoughts of taking you again out of his head, mumbling out an apology before wiping his fingers off on his pants. The feeling now dull enough to resist as he tucked his oversensitive length back into his pants with a hiss; the fabric of his underwear feeling harsh against him.

His cock still somehow had the audacity to jump slightly in his pants as he stood, taking in the sight of you. You looked beyond wrecked; your face was still twinged feverish and your chest heaved with each breath you took, still trying to regulate from the strenuous activity. A chest that was fully uncovered in the golden light of the the evening, the sun not having fully sunk past the horizon.

Your shirt had been pushed all the way up past your sternum to fully expose your breasts, discarded bra trapped around your waist. There were hickies and bites everywhere; bruises blooming against the flesh of your neck and chest. Some were darker than others and some were clearly discernable as fingerprints. There were also the clear indications of where he had carelessly bit at you, the worst of it being at the hollow of your throat from where it met your collar just below your shoulder. The skin there shown a dark purple, almost black in certain spots, and right next to it an almost perfect indent of his teeth. He shuddered, a baser part of him extremely pleased at leaving you so disheveled. Male ego sated.

He tutted at the state of your jeans, denim hanging loose above your knees and in two different pieces. Everything ached as he knelt next to you, helping you sit up and righting your remaining clothing. Your panties were trashed, having been another casualty in the throes of passion and unhinged lust. Scanning the ground around the clearing he found your sweater that had been thoughtlessly tossed to the ground earlier and pulled it down over your head before you could start to shiver. He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead as he smoothed down your hair, brushing out the small pieces of foliage that clung to it and most likely checking for any signs of a concussion.

You hummed contentedly at the contact, enjoying being pampered so thoroughly while your brain was still a gooey pile of mush. With much care, Ford hauled you to your feet; where your poor sore legs wobbled and ultimately failed you, forcing you to look to Ford for aid. Tired brown eyes met yours as you smiled dopily at him, your hands finding his face again and kissing him leisurely. He took the time to hook an arm under yours to support you and sighed against your lips.

"Let's go home dear."

[archangeldyke-all]

cuddles with sev!! idk i’ve been super emotional lately and i just wanna curl up with sev in a pile of fluffy blankets with her arms round me and scratch her head while she gives me forehead kisses and i give her forehead kisses back :(

idk if that’s weird sorry, this is my first ask idk how tumblr works :/ anyway i love ur writing you’ve kind of fuelled my obsession with sev <33

not weird, i totally fucking agree

men and minors dni

sevika's an introvert, and touch is her love language, so at the end of a long day her absolute favorite way to recharge is to just... cuddle.

sometimes you guys chat, you combing your hands through sevika's hair as she tells you corny jokes, reveling in the sound of your little giggles.

sometimes she just needs to be quiet, her nose pressed to the base of your neck, breathing you in as she lays on top of you and you scratch her back.

and sometimes, when she's had a really shitty week, you'll make a little blanket fort in your living room-- plush cushions and blankets strung up and piled around for you and sevika to spend the entire day curled up in.

she cried the first time she came home to the fort in her apartment. then took a six hour nap on your tits, cuddled under the blankets and twinkling fairy lights you'd hung.

sometimes your cuddles get a little steamy. the gentle, loving pecks on cheeks and foreheads turns into biting kisses on lips, and snuggles and nuzzles turn into grinds and humps.

but most of the time, sevika keeps her cuddle time p-g. she just genuinely loves being in your arms.

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[jaethaone]

Not As It Seems

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k ish

Warnings: None Really , Angst ? Just A Little.

A/n: So This Took Wayyy Longer Than I’d Liked, And I’m Not Completely Sure How I Feel About This But I Hope You Guys Enjoy

Gif Credit; @aalyssah

The scent of sweat and liniment filled the air backstage at the arena, mingling with the electric buzz of anticipation from the crowd outside. It was a familiar chaos, one that Roman thrived in, moving through it with an air of confidence. He was the embodiment of charisma — a superstar in and out the ring, revered by fans and respected by peers.

But behind that invincible facade was a tangled web of emotions, especially now, in a locker room dimly lit and heavy with unspoken words.

You were seated on the sofa, lacing your boots, the rhythmic crackle of straining leather a blend of comfort and dread. Tonight was the night you defended your title, one you had worked tirelessly to earn. Yet, your heart paced uneasily, the vibrant atmosphere of the backstage fading into an echo.

The door to your locker room creaked open, and Roman sauntered in, his presence commanding the room. He flashed you a grin that sent butterflies swirling in your stomach, a feeling you had tried to ignore since the first time he approached you.

You had been dating Roman for about five months now, falling for his charm and the way he seemed to genuinely care.

The stories you had heard made him out to be something of a rogue wrestler; confident and cocky, with a hint of arrogance that made him the talk of the locker room. Yet beneath that bravado, you had seen kindness—a gentle heart encased in a mighty exterior.

You remembered how it all began—every sweet word, every lingering touch—but tonight felt different. There was an unshakeable weight hanging in the air, a shadow lurking just beyond the light of his charming smile, and naivety was not your forte; you had learned the hard way to question everything, especially when it felt too good to be true.

“Hey, you ready for tonight? I know you’ve got this,” he said, pulling you out of your thoughts as he approached.

He was always kind, always supportive, but there was a confidence that sometimes crossed into arrogance. You loved how assured he was, yet you often found yourself wondering if there was more beneath the surface.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” you replied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. You wanted to believe him, to feed off his energy, but something gnawed at the edges of your mind.

“Don’t sweat it. You’ve got this. Just remember what we practiced.” He stepped closer, the warm scent of his cologne filling your senses.

“Right,” you nodded, though your stomach twisted with doubt.

Roman reached out, helping you to your feet, his fingers brushing against your arm. “You okay? You seem a little… off.”

“I’m fine,” you replied too quickly, forcing a grin.

With a laugh, he playfully nudged you. “Come on, what’s the real deal? You can tell me.”

You hesitated, but his eyes searched yours with genuine concern. “I guess I’m just worried about the title match. It’s important.”

“It is,” he agreed, his expression serious now. “But you’re ready. You’ve worked hard for this. Just go out there and be yourself.”

You appreciated his encouragement, and as you leaned in closer, your lips touching, the world faded away, leaving just the two of you.

“You got this.” He said pecking your lips one more time, and wrapping his arms around your waist .

“Mmm.” You hummed into his chest, just being in his arms taking away any worry you’d had. “I love you”

“I love you” he says into your head, even though you felt him tense slightly at hearing you say those words. “Now finish getting ready, and I’ll see you later.

And with that Roman gives you one more kiss and walks out.

About 30 minutes later, you walk out into the hallway and head towards the gorilla, your match getting ready to start soon, when you hear your name.

Stopping in your tracks you can recognize the voices of Jimmy and Jay, and a few others talking behind a slightly open door, catching fragments of conversation that seemed innocent at first.

“I can’t believe you really did it man” you could hear one of the twins say. “I mean I thought it would take longer but 5 months is crazy”

You could hear someone chuckle at his statement, and as crazy as it may sound you’d know that laugh from anywhere, because it’s the same one that makes your heart race every time. So in that moment you knew Roman was in there too.

“You really think he couldn’t get her to fall for him that fast?” You heard one of his cousins, Jimmy, scoff.

Now this conversation had your full attention. Still standing at the door trying not draw attention, you bought your heart closer

“Can you believe he actually pulled it off though? I mean, it was just a bet!”

Your heart sank as you recognized the voice as Jeys. Their words cutting through you like ice. “What bet?” You thought to yourself.

You could hear someone else in the room ask the same question you just asked yourself.

“About 5 months ago me and Jey made a bet with Roman” you heard who you assume was Jimmy say.

“Some of the guys had been talking about how they thought that Yn was hard to get, and big uce over here was like it can’t be that hard” the voice you now know was Jeys said

“So we made a little wager” Jimmy continued “Since he didn’t think it was so hard, he had to get Yn to fall in love with him “

“How long did he have”

“A year” Jey said

“And y’all only been together for 5 months?” the mystery person asked.

“5 months last week” Roman said.

“And she’s in love with you already” the mystery person laughs

“Yeah man, five months and she’s got no idea it started as a bet,” Roman chuckled, his voice a blend of amusement and pride. “I told these fools, watch me work my magic an I’d have her wrapped around my little finger before they knew it.”

“Yeah, but it seems like you really like her now. It’s not just about the bet anymore,” another voice chimed in.

“Doesn’t matter,” Jey continued, a chuckle lacing his tone. “He still owes us a round of drinks when this is all over, and my money”

Frozen in place, your heart sank. The laughter of his cousins echoed in your ears. You backed away from the door, clutching your title belt to your chest like a shield against the world.

The truth hit harder than a slam in the ring. All the moments you thought were genuine — the whispered secrets, the tender smiles, the warmth of his hands on your waist — were mere coins thrown into a wishing well for a dare.

Distracted and broken, you found your way to the gorilla, struggling to grasp reality as adrenaline surged through your veins.

Flashing lights illuminating the arena and drowning out the noise in your heart. Your focus wasn’t there and your title match reflected that; every grapple and pin felt devoid of passion, mixed instead with the taste of betrayal.

In the center of the ring, you stumbled. An outmaneuver by your opponent led to a swift conclusion — you lost your title. The roaring crowd felt like a crash of waves engulfing you.

The feeling of defeat wrapped around you tighter than any championship belt ever could.

Backstage after the match, the celebratory chaos stung at your skin like salt on an open wound. You locked yourself in your locker room, staring at your reflection in the mirror through pools of tears.

Footsteps echoed outside, and a knock broke the silence.

“Hey… are you in there?” Roman’s deep voice reverberated through the door, a mixture of concern and confusion.

“Go away, Roman,” you replied, holding back the sob clawing to break free.

“Please, just talk to me,” he urged softly, and you could sense the earnestness in his voice. You inhaled sharply, memories of his laughter and tender touches swirling violently with the painful truth.

You cracked open the door, just enough to see him — a handsome figure framed in the hallway’s light. His brow was furrowed, the warmth he usually wore replaced with concern.

“What’s going on? You’re not yourself tonight,” he said, searching your eyes.

He didn’t know the half of it. You took a deep breath to steady yourself, and finally, the dam burst.

You crossed your arms, heart racing. “You didn’t think I’d find out, did you? I know about the bet Roman.” you whispered, the words spilling out in a rush.

“Wait—” he started, but you cut him off.

“The entire relationship was one big joke to you and your cousins. I was just a challenge. A bet you thought would be easy.”

His expression shifted, the confidence replaced with disbelief. “What? No, it’s not like that. I—”

“You took a dare. I was part of a game,” you interrupted, shaking your head as tears streamed down. “I can’t be a consolation prize, Roman.”

The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, as if the walls had ears that watched and judged. A fire flickered in his eyes; it was the resilience of someone who refused to give up.

“It started as a bet, sure. But somewhere along the way, I realized how wrong that was. I fell for you, and I wanted to call everything off. But I guess you heard that part too late,” he confessed, vulnerability and pain mingling in his voice.

“You think that makes it better?” You shook your head, anger boiling over. “You played with my feelings, Roman. You made me believe this was real!”

He took a step closer, his eyes pleading. “It is real! I care about you. I wouldn’t have fought so hard to be with you if it was just a game.”

Your heart twisted painfully at his words. “It doesn’t matter anymore. You can't take it back. You made your choice,” you murmured, your voice barely carrying the weight of your despair.

He stepped closer, trying to bridge the space between truly understanding and merely sympathizing.

“You should have thought about that before you made a bet!” You turned away, refusing to let him see how much his words affected you.

“Let me prove it to you, please. I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Just give me a chance to explain,” he begged, his voice low and earnest.

You turned back, meeting his gaze. “What’s there to explain? You lied to me. You manipulated me into falling for you.”

“I didn’t mean to!” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every line of his face.

“I thought I could tell you before it got too serious, but then I realized I was already in too deep. I fell for you, and I didn’t want to lose you, but I was scared.”

“Scared?” you echoed, feeling a fresh wave of hurt. “Scared of what? That I would reject you? You’ve got the whole world at your feet, Roman. You didn’t have to trick me.”

He stepped forward, urgency in his voice. “I know it was wrong. I regret it every second, but I need you to understand. I want to be with you. It’s not a game anymore.”

You looked away, fighting back tears. “I don’t know if I can trust you. This changes everything.”

“Then let me prove it to you,” he said, desperation lining his words. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me.”

Silence stretched between you, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.

“Why should I?” you finally whispered.

“Because if you let me, I can show you that I’m more than just a wrestler who likes challenges,” he said, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “I want to be the person you can rely on. The person who fights for you, not against you.”

You studied his face, searching for any hint of insincerity, but all you found was vulnerability.

“Roman...” you hesitated, your heart torn.

“Please,” he implored, taking another step closer. “I’ll fight for you in the ring and out of it. Just let me show you.”

“I don’t know if I can go back to how things were,” you admitted, your voice trembling.

“Then let’s start fresh,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “No more bets. Just us. I’ll do what it takes to earn your trust again.”

You bit your lip, considering his offer, the ache in your chest slowly softening. “It won’t be easy.”

“I’m not asking for easy. Just give me a chance,” he said, hope flickering in his eyes.

With a deep breath, you nodded. “Okay. But it’s going to take time.”

“Time is all I need,” he promised, relief washing over his expression.

As he reached for your hand, you felt the warmth of his touch, a spark of hope igniting within you. Maybe, just maybe, you could find a way forward together, even after the hurt.

“Let’s see where this goes,” you said softly, allowing him to draw you closer, the tension of the past beginning to melt away in the light of the possibility of a new beginning.

And as the noise of the arena faded into the background, you felt a flicker of something you thought was lost—trust. Because somewhere beneath the pain, a flicker of hope remained, clinging to the belief that healing could come.

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[chosopie]

I literally read all your works rn, it’s so good 😩 may I please request some soft sex with Sukuna tho? Maybe Netflix & chill with him when you two watching a movie he doesn’t give a fuck about, instead he’s starting to kiss you and touch you and of course you can’t resist him 😞

NETFLIX & CHILL - RYOMEN SUKUNA

a/n: Hi! Sorry for the very long wait... I absolutely loved ur request <3 I think this just summoned me back to life

"Kunapie!" You said, hurriedly making your way to the comfortable fort of pillows and blankets you both had set up on the large sectional couch that was stationed across the 65 inch TV Sukuna had bought for you. The numerous bags of chips you cradled in your arms threatened to fall off, but Sukuna had taken most of them out of your grasp in a heartbeat.

"Let's watch Bridgerton," you mumbled while giving him a peck on his tattooed face.

Sukuna rolled his eyes. "Why can't we watch something like The Dictator or Narcos?"

"Narcos," you softly hummed as you internally rummaged through your thoughts, trying to recall what that name meant. Your eyes widened then immediately narrowed them at Sukuna. "Why do you wanna watch shit about a scary guy?"

"It's interesting," Sukuna grabbed you by your waist with one arm and pulled you to the couch. "The Dictator isn't scary though. It's comedy."

"Bridgerton it is."

"Whatever. I don't really care," he leaned back onto the soft cushions.

After a couple of episodes, you felt your eyes grow tired from hours of staring into a bright screen in a pitch dark room. Plus, you were already distracted. It's not that it was a bad show, you just couldn't ignore your boyfriend's exploring hands and his suggestive kisses. His hands were buried underneath your shirt, rubbing your sides up and down, then abruptly stopping just below the curve of your breasts.

"You bored yet?" Sukuna purred before latching his lips onto the soft skin of your neck. He gently sucked on your skin, his teeth lightly grazing it.

"Nope."

"Don't give me that shit."

"What?" You groaned.

Sukuna easily lifted you up and placed you on his lap. You could feel the hardness of his thighs. With his mouth still stuck to your neck, his hands started massaging the plump flesh of your thighs. His big hands kneading them like dough. He slowly made his way up to your core. You took of your shorts and underwear so he could proceed. His excited fingers mmediately got to work and swiped up your folds, collecting your slick on the tip of his fingers. He stopped right at your clit, his middle finger slowly rubbing circles on it.

"Kuna," you meweled. "Inside. Please."

Abiding by your request, he slowly pushed his thick fingers inside your sopping cunt. His fingers were instantly greeted with the warmth and wetness he loved. He was slow and steady this time, which was unlikely of him. The lewd squelches that was made while he fucked you with his fingers made your face heat up. The feeling of his clothed dick poking your ass was not helping you calm down either.

His fingers thrusted into you with ease, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. He was so familiar with your body, knowing every spot to make you tremble with pleasure. It was no surprise that within a few minutes, you felt your legs shake as you grew close to your climax. Seeing you like this, Sukuna immediately swapped his fingers with his cock, his impatience evidently taking over. He was never known for waiting. He let just the tip slide in, allowing you to adjust to his size first. Your poor pussy wouldn't be able to take his girth and length right away. Unfortunately, you had to learn this the hard way. After a few seconds of fucking you with his tip, he slowly introduced his length into you, your wetness dripping down onto his shaft, giving it a shiny coat.

It went on like this for minutes—just Sukuna taking his time with you, his hands roaming your warm body while he would slowly fuck you in a steady pace that made you see stars beneath your teary and semi-closed eyelids. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, your head buried into his ruffled pink hair. You inhaled the fresh scent of his hair and focused on it so you wouldn't cum right away. Who wouldn't want to savour a moment like this?

"I know what you're doing." Sukuna softly spoke.

"Huh?"

"Just let it go and cum on my dick."

How could you say no to that? You eased up and let yourself loose. You focused on his movements and his breathing, your mind entering a haze of lust. With your right hand, you touched his bulging pectoral muscles, slowly sliding it down until you were now palming his abs. You could no longer ignore the bubbling sensation in your lower stomach. Your pussy clenched around his thickness as you let the sensation erupt. Loud moans escaped your mouth and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. A wave of heat enveloped your body, painting your skin red. Sukuna grunted as he followed after you, his warm seed filled your walls. He grabbed onto your waist even tighter.

Suddenly, you gasped, causing Sukuna to give you a worried look.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked you.

"No!" You quickly reassured him with a few kisses. "We forgot to pause the video."