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Make Me Proud | (Sub!Rafe)

Pairing: sub!Rafe x domme!Reader

Synopsys: Rafe and Reader finally get to release their pent up tension from the Halloween party. He wants to earn his prize so they explore a new way of pleasure together.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), anal play (m receiving), oral (f receiving), fluff

Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: Hii!!! I know it took me a while but it's finally finished! I hope you enjoy this smutty goodnes and that it was worth the wait! Let me know what you think! I'm excited for them exploring more ways to give/receive pleasure!

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Make Me Proud

The harsh rays of sun pricked at his eyelids forcing him to awaken against his will, letting out a pained groan. Blinking his eyes open he slowly begun to gather his bearings and the first thing he noticed was the emptiness of the bed next to him.

There was a low pang in his chest at her absence. The second thing he noticed was the pounding in his head, no doubt attributed to the hangover bound to ruin his day. He made such a huge mistake downing all those shots last night. As the memories started flooding back he became aware of just how much of a fool he'd made of himself. In front of her, to make shit ten times worse. Just as he was beginning to wonder if his behavior caused her to leave, the door slowly opened and he watched her tiptoe inside, unaware of his inner turmoil.

Once her eyes landed on his sprawled out figure she realized he was finally awake. Had she been up for several hours, bored out of her mind but not wanting to wake him? Maybe. Did she sneak into the kitchen to make them both a cup of coffee when she finally got sick of laying motionless next to him? Perhaps.

"Morning, sunshine." She smirked at his response, an unamused grunt. He was definitely feeling the aftermath of those drinks. She felt kinda bad for him but it was his own fault he was in this state.

"What time is it?" His morning voice always got her tummy fluttering and today was no different. The ways in which this man drove her insane were unfathomable to her.

"Nine. I thought you'd sleep longer. The house is still dead." She made her way back to bed, giving him a generous view of her bare thighs as she shuffled in next to him. He barely noticed the coffee cup right in front of his face, too distracted by how soft and sexy her legs looked and how she still smelled so damn good even after a long night.

"Rafe..." her voice sounded half amused half exasperated, causing him to finally snap his attention back to her face and see the amused expression she bore. He blushed at being caught so blatantly ogling her, but he didn't try to play it off. There was no need to anyway, she knew just how attracted he was to her.

He took the cup with a small thank you, forcing himself into a somewhat upright position and downing half of it in one go. She scoffed out a laugh and rolled over to the bedside table to grab him a bottle of water she put there last night. Once she turned back she caught him staring at her ass, which had peeked out from under his shirt she was wearing. Raising her eyebrow at catching him, again, in under 2 minutes, he paid her back with a sheepish smile.

Those damn dimples always got to her. She was a sucker like that. He didn't need to know how quickly she got weak for him though, so she bit back her smile and decided to keep on a face of neutrality, knowing it drove him crazy when he couldn't tell what mood she was in.

"Are you hungry?" She casually posed the question while scrolling on her phone and he wished she'd just look at him instead. Pathetic. But hey, he was accepting it. She drove him insane every single day and he liked it.

"A little... The burger helped, though. Thanks." He gave her a cute smile almost causing her to break her act, but she perservered. He was just too fun to mess with, she couldn't help herself.

"You're welcome." She went back to her phone and he pouted. The throbbing in his head was making him more impatient than usual so he snapped and forced her into a bear hug, almost knocking the wind out of her.

"Rafe!" He laughed into her skin, enjoying the sound of her carefree giggle more than he thought possible.

"Get off!" Her words had no real bite to them, so he just pulled away slightly, just to look at her face.

"Thank you for taking care of me. And I'm sorry for getting drunk." He kissed her sweetly, almost making her lose her head completely. These moments of gentle affection always had both of their heads spiraling.

"You're lucky you're cute.." she sighed out a labourious breath and he laughed at the dramatics.

"I'm very lucky." He was looking at her with the most lovesick expression, she couldn't handle it. She had to break the moment before it broke her.

"Indeed. And quite desperate, based on all the begging you were doing last night." She was kinda mean for bringing that up. He was confused for all of 5 seconds before he realized what begging she was referring to. Once he did, his skin turned bright pink and the temperature of his body rose.

He had begged her to let him go down on her like a little bitch. Dear God, the embarrassment was about to eat him up, the blush not letting up for a moment.

She cracked a smile then, breaking the stoic act and he felt an immediate relief at that. He remembered what she'd told him - that he didn't need to be embarrassed about his desires. So he swallowed down his pride and awkwardness and decided to end this little game of hers. Instead of becoming sheepish he got serious.

"You still haven't told me how I can earn it." His words shook her. She was enjoying teasing him and then he flipped the switch. She could see the smirk begging to be let out at the corner of his lips, his eyes hungry and not hiding his arousal at all. She had a feeling that if she took the covers off he'd be packing a hard-on again. He was playing with fire.

"You really want to earn it?" Her eyes shifted and her domme voice returned. His skin was buzzing with excitement, hoping to finally get something out of her.

"Yes, ma'am." He smiled and she could feel her composure slipping away.

"Just wanna make you feel good." His voice dropped an octave and she could feel the dampness in her panties, the temperature in the room heating up.

"I feel good when I make you feel good, baby." Teasing, teasing, teasing. He knew she was playing him again. He swallowed, mouth feeling dry at the way she was looking at him.

"I want to taste you so bad." There it was. The honest response. She didn't want him pretending he was only interested in it for her benefit and now he was finally being truthful.

"Yeah?" She got on top of him, lips inches apart. His breath becoming her own as she stared deep into his eyes, testing his limits.

"Yes....please..." she kissed him then. A kiss so heated it could probably warm up an entire room. Little whines left his throat as she bit down on his lip, feeling his erection pressing into her ass. He was so gone.

"Please." It was a whisper, she barely heard it but she had. And boy did it have her losing her damn mind. The desperation he exhibited for her drove her wild. She had to pull away in order for both of them to catch their breaths again. God, was he testing her.

"I love the way you beg, baby." She whispered into his ear, leaving soft, wet kisses on his neck, causing him to groan... it was such a delicious torture.

"Fuck..." his whines got louder when she bit into that spot where his neck and shoulder meet, eyes rolling back. She was everything.

She had a whole scene in her mind then, clear as day. Trying to think of all the logistics was proving difficult when she was so damn turned on, causing her to pull away. He whined at the loss of contact, nearly shedding a tear. She'd built him up so high he didn't think he could survive her rejection now.

She took the water bottle and took a huge gulp, his lust filled eyes tracing her features, trying to figure out how to stop her from pulling away from him further. He thought he'd definitely cry if she did, too turned on to function. She tried getting up off of him, causing him to whine and wrap his hands around her, refusing to let her go. She nearly laughed seeing the desperation on his face, the sheer need to keep her there.

"Baby. Let go." He reluctantly loosened his grip, looking at her with big, sad eyes nearly breaking her heart.

"It's okay, sweet boy." She kissed his cheek and then shocked him by squirting water on his face. He gasped, looking at her in bewilderment. She couldn't help but laugh then.

"What..?" The confusion on his face made her laugh harder. She needed to cool them both down and this was the first thing she could think of. She can't have this conversation if she isn't thinking clearly.

"I'm sorry, I just needed you to snap out of it. Sorry, baby." She wiped the remaining water off his face. She kissed him again and pushed herself further away from him, so she can think.

"What the hell?" He was mumbling, still half in shock making her feel a bit guilty.

"Look if you're serious then we need to talk. I can't think when we're..." she drifted off then, causing him to realize what happened. She was having trouble controlling herself just as he was, so she did a silly thing to help herself think. He felt endeared, realizing that the moment had affected her just as strongly as it did him.

"Okay. Talk." He was nodding, sitting up, facing her, trying to ignore the painful boner she left him with.

"You want to be a good boy?" How was he supposed to stay calm when she says shit like that to him? Damn.

"Yes." He struggled to stay still, not to draw nearer, to feel her skin against him again. It was so hard.

"Remember when you said you were open to anal play?" Her words shook him to his core. She could see the shock in his eyes before he had a chance to mask it.

"Ye-yeah. I remember..." he wasn't sure where this was going anymore.

"Are you still? Or did you just say that cause you thought it's what I wanted to hear?" He was shaking his head before she even finished the question.

"No. I- I meant it. I want to try." She smiled at him then, a soft look on her face the polar opposite of how she looked just minutes ago.

"Yeah?" He nodded, urging her to believe him. He had no idea what she was planning but he wanted nothing more than to do whatever she wanted. Even if he was nervous.

"I want to be your good boy." His words nearly had her eyes roll back but she managed to control herself. He was so fucking hot when he gave himself to her completely.

"Okay. Well, we need to prepare, we can't do it now-"

"Why not?" The whine was louder and brattier than he intended causing her to cock a brow at him.

"Well for one I don't have lube here, and-"

"I do!" This took her by surprise. But he interrupted her twice now and that was not acceptable.

"Okay, that's good. But if you interrupt me one more time we're not having any sex at all in the forseeable future." Her voice was authoritative, making him feel embarrassed at how childish he was acting.

"I'm sorry." He looked it too, so she accepted it with a nod.

"Okay. Well, we still can't do it here. I'd like us to shower first and have privacy." She was listing things, looking so cute while she rationalized their sex life. It would have been comical if it weren't driving him insane.

He knew she didn't want to shower in his house, having offered her the option before and being met with a horrified look and a respectful decline. She claimed she liked his friends but she didn't trust their hygiene in the slightest, causing him to laugh and agree with her. He loved her shower though. He got to use her pretty smelling shampoo and he always felt extra clean and sated after showering at her apartment.

"Then lets go to your place." It was a no brainer to him. She thought of all the possible issues but given that her plans for his first time trying anal play were small, she figured it would be fine without all the usual prep. They'd build up to that eventually.

"Okay." He lit up like a christmas tree.

"Really?" She chuckled at his newfound enthusiasm.

"Yes, really. But if you change your mind at any point you need to tell me, okay?" He was nodding along quickly but she didn't forget the initial apprehension on his face and she'd be damned if she let him do something he isn't into to try and please her. Not on her watch.

They got dressed and packed up their stuff pretty quickly, the excitement in the air palpable. Some people finally started to wake up just as they were leaving the house, catching a few "screw you's" for running off before the clean up from last night began. They didn't care, too wrapped up in each other and the anticipation of what's to come to be bothered.

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They picked up some sandwiches on the way back to her apartment, at her insistence. He was way too excited for what she had planned to think about food, but his stomach thanked her all the same when his hunger was sated.

They didn't waste any time taking their clothes off and getting in the shower. It was such a wonderful moment between them, soft and loving, he way they washed each other from all the sweat and grime from the night before. She handled him more delicately than anyone ever had in his life, and he always felt so damn safe and taken care of when she touched him like that. As the shower drew to an end, they shared some lingering, warm kisses, igniting the fire from earlier all over again in a slow burning flame.

Anticipation was killing him, driving him wild with every second that passed of them drying off and getting ready in her room. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous, but it was nothing compared to how excited he felt. The trust he had in her was so complete, he knew he was always safe with her to explore these kinks without danger or judgement. He knew she'd never force him to do anything he wasn't willing to do, and that opened up the door for him to get braver and more comfortable with trying new things.

They were on her bed, still naked from the shower, not feeling any need to prolong the inevitable. She kissed him slow and deep, tongues meeting in a teasing dance, driving them both wild. The little sounds he let out were going straight to her core. She was so excited about this, she had a feeling he'd love the sensation of having his ass played with and it made her proud that he was trusting her in this sensitive moment.

"Tell me the colors again." She ordered, kissing his neck, winding him up further. She always insisted he reminds himself of the colors, so there was no chance of a miscommunication in the heat of the moment.

"Green, yellow, red. I know the drill." He quickly listed the colors, exasperated and so turned on he could barely breathe.

"Don't get sassy." She warned, still kissing his skin, over his collar bones and shoulders. She loved to kiss the freckles on his body, finding them so damn beautiful.

He was struggling to breathe, forcing deep breaths into his lungs, while she worked him over, touching and kissing everywhere. His skin was flushed, muscles taut with restraint. It felt so good, her touch, he wondered how he didn't melt right into a puddle every time her skin was on his.

She kept exploring him with her fingerips and lips, nibbling on a nipple, lightly scratching down his abs, amping him up, every nerve ending so sensitive. His cock was hard as a rock and she couldn't help but smirk at his twitching, trying so hard to be good and not do anything she didn't tell him to.

She completely ignored his erection, instead focusing on massaging his balls causing moans to leave his lips. She loved the sounds he made, could get high on them.

"That feel good, huh?" She teased, kissing his thighs while she slowly moved one hand lower, barely touching his sensitive hole. He gasped as soon as her fingers brushed him there, finally grasping just how close she was to opening him up in a whole new way.

She laid kisses on his skin as her fingers slowly massaged around his hole, causing him to groan at the teasing tempo. He needed more, she was driving him nuts.

She could tell he was getting antsy, face flushed and little, desperate whines leaving his swollen lips. She reached for the bottle of lube she'd prepared, cracking it open and squeezing a generous amount on her fingers. Rubbing her fingers to warm them up, she looked at him, holding his breath in preparation.

"What's your color, baby?" She spread his legs wide open for better access, leaving him completely exposed in front of her.

"Green." The answer was immediate, a deep longing in his voice. He kept his eyes on her, eager to see every movement she made.

"I'm gonna go slow, okay? Nothing crazy. I promise." He was nodding, impatient yet grateful for the reassurance.

"Okay. Just please do something." She smiled at his little whine and decided to put him out of his mysery.

Her fingers finally made contact with the sensitive skin around his hole, massaging slowly, warming him up, making sure to put a decent amount of lube on his entrance. The massage felt so good he couldn't imagine how it could get better.

She kissed his tummy as she slowly eased the tip of her finger into his tight hole, causing a desperate gasp to leave him. She kept a watchful eye on his face, paying attention to every expression, every breath, twitch and sound that left him. She kissed his skin as she kept massaging and lightly slipping her finger into him deeper, going slowly not to overwhelm him. She was so damn turned on at how good he was being, proud of how brave he was to let her have him like this and eager to make him see stars.

Once she'd slowly eased a finger about half way, she checked in.

"How does it feel, baby?" She rubbed his thighs in a soothing motion which calmed his mind.

"Weird. But kinda good?" It was his first time ever having anything in his ass and the sensation was strange but at the same time he wanted more. He needed to know how good it could feel, because he knew she wouldn't do this if it wasn't going to make him feel great.

"You're doing so good for me, sweet boy." He whined at the praise, blushing profusely at the intimate situation.

"Still green?" He nodded quickly making her chuckle and continue her ministrations.

"Fuck..." he moaned as her finger went deeper, touching that sensitive spot inside him, causing his mind to go completely blank as she kept going. She started moving in and out slowly, grazing that magic spot with each thrust. The way he was responding was so fucking beautiful. He was letting out sounds she hadn't heard before, the brand new pleasure making him delirious.

"You're so tight around my finger, baby." The dirty talk had him whining in desperation, wanting more, wanting her to take him however she liked. This was so different to anything he'd experienced before and he really fucking liked it.

"Taking me so good." She kept talking him thought it as she gained speed, lightly curling her finger each time she grazed that spot, having him curling his toes in pleasure, gasps and moans leaving him without his knowledge. He was so wrapped up in how nice it felt he couldn't think of anything else but her finger, her touch, her voice overwhelming his senses.

"More." He whined out the most deperate little moan she'd ever heard in her life, her panties getting soaked seeing him like this.

"More?" She questioned, picking up the pace as his moans got louder, his head nodding, words escaping him.

She wasn't expecting to do more than one finger for the first time but the way he was reacting, taking it so well, so eager, begging for more? Yeah, she was losing her fucking mind. It was the hottest thing she'd ever witnessed.

"Think you can take another finger, baby boy?" His response an immediate, moaned out "yes, please". She could see his eyes getting teary and she didn't waste another moment before squirting more lube on him and easing another finger into his tight hole.

He was a mess of moans, grunts, whines, pleas and tears as she stretched him out, giving him a new level of pleasure as both fingers pumped into him. It was heaven. He couldn't believe he'd waited this long to do this. Though he couldn't imagine ever doing this with anyone else. She was it for him, he knew it. She blew his mind every fucking time they had sex, she introduced him to highs he never even imagined.

Fuck, it felt so good to have her on top of him, fucking him with her fingers, claiming him as hers. He was getting closer and closer, cock twitching on his stomach, leaking precum, red and throbbing without even being touched. It was insane.

"You look so beatiful, baby. Taking me so well. I'm so proud of you." His tears flowed freely at her words, overwhelmed at the pleasure and praise she was giving him. It was fucking perfect.

"I'm cl- so close." She could barely make out his words from the choked moan they escaped in.

"Yeah? You wanna cum, baby?" He was trashing under her now, losing all semblance of control as she worked him to his peak.

"Please..." his whines making her pussy throb with arousal, she picked up the pace, eager to see him fall apart for her.

"Be a good boy and cum for me." As she said those words she finally gripped his cock, squeezing him as he fell off the edge and into the most intense orgasm he'd ever had.

She got high off his desperate noises, the way he twitched as he orgasmed, clenching around her fingers, cock pulsing in her hand as his cum painted his stomach. It was so fucking beautiful, she couldn't look away even if she tried.

"Look at you. So pretty." She kissed his skin as the last of his aftershocks wore off. Her words were driving him insane, after everything that just happened, being flustered at a compliment seemed surreal but there he was.

It was the most intense experience of his life. And he couldn't be more grateful that he had her to guide him through it. He felt so sensitive and thoroughly wiped out, but in the best way possible.

"How you feeling, baby?" She posed the question as she gently cleaned up the mess he made all over his stomach using a tissue. He looked flushed and sated and she couldn't be more ecstatic about what just occured.

"Good." He let out a chuckle, meeting her gaze, melting at the way she was looking at him. So fondly, he couldn't cope.

"You did so good, angel. I'm so proud of you." Her words had him shook, the praise and approval making his insides feel like mush. If his skin wasn't already red from the intense scene he'd just been through, the blush would have been fierce.

"Thank you..." his soft whisper made the butterflies reappear in her tummy. He looked so fucking beautiful she couldn't handle it.

She made her way up his body, leaving soft kisses all over his skin, warming him up with each one. She kissed his face next, the salty remnant of the tears he'd shed from pleasure being washed away with soft pecks. It was so tender and sweet he almost cried all over again.

When her lips met his, he felt as though his heart just might burst at how full and happy he was. He had never felt this happy in his whole fucking life. How did he get so lucky?

"Holy shit, baby. That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He giggled at her words, making the smile on her face seem permanent. So fucking cute she couldn't handle it, leading her to smother his face in kisses, causing those giggles to come out again. She was in trouble.

"Alright, baby. Gonna go clean up, be right back." She laid a final peck on his lips before making her way to the bathroom. He felt cold as soon as her touch left him and he wondered how the hell he could miss someone who's only a room away.

She took her time washing her hands, making sure they were clean enough to touch him again. She wanted to run her fingers over his face and it killed her that she had to refrain. She knew he was feeling exhausted but she had one more thing in mind before they could relax. She was excited and hoped he had enough energy to handle it.

When she made her way back to the room she found him sleepily looking at her. He had a cute little smile on and her heart skipped a beat. She climbed back on top of him, warming him up all over again, making him release a relieved sigh. He wondered how healthy it was for him to need to be with her all the time, but he didn't have it in him to care too much. Her touch, her comfort, her care was addicting and he wouldn't want to change it for the world.

She kissed him softly, drawing out a satisfied moan from him as their tongues met. She cupped his face as she kissed him, taking his breath away once again. He slowly reached up to hold her closer, feeling relief he wasn't used to, once they were skin to skin.

"You were such a good boy for me." She kissed the corner of his mouth, leaving him to struggle with responding at how good it felt and how much he loved when she called him that.

"You up for more, baby?" The kisses travelled over his neck and his heart started racing once he processed her words.

"More? I don't know if I can..." he was all whiny and shy, not wanting to disappoint her but not feeling ready for another intense experience. He thought he was done.

"No?" She kissed under his ear making his eyes roll to the back of his head. She was driving him insane.

"You don't want your reward?" He gasped as she lightly bit into his shoulder, feeling like he'd float away any second. But then he realized what she'd said.

"What? You- Wh-" he was trying to force her to look at him, pulling her face gently up to meet her eyes as he stumbled over his words.

"Reward?" He was looking at her with wide eyes, confusion on his face obvious. She simply sat up and cocked a brow, waiting for him to figure it out. It took a minute for his brain to catch up with him but once it did he thought he'd lost it.

"You- Are you serious?" He was practically begging her to say yes with the way he was looking at her. Like if she said no, his heart would shatter.

"Mhm. If you think you can handle it." She shrugged and had to hold back a laugh when he started furiously nodding his head.

"Yes! I can. Please. Green. Yes, please. Please please please..." he was blushing at his desperation but couldn't hold it back. The though of finally getting to taste her was making every nerve in his body buzz in excitement. He was on the precipice of heaven and he couldn't handle rejection now.

"You sure? You weren't too excited earlier..." his stomach dropped at her words.

"No! I mean, yes! I am so sure, please. I just thought you meant more... of what happened earlier." He was blushing profusely as he tried to get her to understand he was serious about being able to handle eating her out.

The way he was acting all shy and sheepish and desperate was really tugging at her heartstrings.

"You mean when you came around my fingers?" His blush got fiercer as he shyly nodded. He hated how much she loved to tease him when he's so wound up. But the smile on her face in that moment almost made up for it.

"I don't know, it seemed like you were enjoying it..." She kept teasing him, running her fingers over his stomach causing him to squirm with the light tickles. She was playing with him and he knew it.

"You know I was. I just can't do more of that right now... But I can make you feel good. Please?" He was trying to hard not to let his frustration seep through in his words. He needed to stay on her good side if he wanted a chance to finally taste her tonight. But the eagerness which he felt was making him extra antsy, itching for a chance to have her in this new way.

"Since you asked so nicely and you took my fingers so well..." The blush on his face had no chance of leaving when she kept talking like that.

"I'm gonna ride your face. You okay with that, baby?" He was practically shaking with excitement, nodding his head an eager yes.

"Yes, please..." his whine had her tummy stirring again and the wetness from earlier returned.

Rafe thought he would pass out as he watched her straddling his chest, being so close to her heat he could almost smell it. He couldn't wait anymore, all his fantasies were coming alive in that moment. He thought he'd never craved anything more than to have her on his tongue. He knew once he tasted her he'd be addicted and he didn't care. He was so fucking close.

"If you want to stop or talk or anything, tap my thigh. Okay?" He was struggling to find words when he could see how pretty her pussy was up close and she was playing with his hair just right. A harsh tug broke his daze as he looked up at her and finally answered.

"Yes. Please sit on my face." She almost laughed at his eagerness but refrained, taking in the adorable little pout he had on his face.

"Okay, baby." She positioned herself above him and he felt like he'd explode in the few seconds it took for her to lower herself on his face. And then she was and it was paradise. He couldn't imagine anything in existence could ever be better than this moment.

Her scent, her taste, it was so fucking addicting right off the bat. He wasted no time exploring her with his mouth, savouring the new position he was lucky to end up in. His hands made home on her ass, feeling the plump skin, massaging it as his tongue licked at her warmth. He wasn't even aware of the noises he was making as he ate her, too consumed in her pussy and bringing her pleasure to hear the moans and groans leaving him. However, she could not only hear him, but feel the vibrations on her skin, making the pleasure of his whines that much stronger. It felt amazing. He was so good with his mouth, she had no doubt he would be but it was a whole other thing actually experiencing it firsthand.

She started to slowly grind on him and his moans only got louder, his movements more eager. He fucking loved this, loved having her ride his face. He could cum just from this, he'd swear. His cock was already fully hard again but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the woman on top of him, chasing her pleasure, using him - while he devoured his favorite meal of all time. He'd never enjoy the taste of anything more than her. He was a goner.

Her grinds got more intense, pressing her clit on his nose just right, causing his brain to go haywire at the way she was using him. His cock was twitching on his stomach at how hot this was. Moans finally left her lips and it was the most glorious of sounds. He squeezed her ass, wishing he could stay like this for an eternity.

He slipped his tongue inside her cunt and nearly wept when he felt her walls clench around the muscle. It was dirty and heavenly all at once. She reached back to tease his nipples, urging him on. He slurped and sucked on her clit, making sure to cherish every little moan and breath and clench she let out. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever witnessed. He wished he could see the look on her face when she came.

She was close, surprising herself at how quickly he managed to get her there. She buried her hand into his hair, riding his face just a little harder, chasing her high. She had never been this vocal in bed. He always brought out new experiences for her as well.

"I'm close, baby." He groaned into her pussy, hands urging her to go faster, to reach her orgasm. It only took a few more grinds of her hips for her to let go.

Then it was her juices, her taste and smell and sounds overwhelming all his senses. He lapped up every drop greedily, not wanting this moment to end. Her thighs closed around his head for a second but it was enough to have him almost reaching the end himself. He wouldn't do that though. Not again. Not without permission. This was about her. And God, was she incredible.

As the last of her shakes left her, she quickly pulled off of him, lowering herself down on his chest, eagerly checking on him. Her hands met his cheeks, his skin wet from her release and a big cheeky smile on his face when she met his eyes. He was so fucking high off of her coming in his mouth. The sexiest thing he'd ever experienced in his life.

"Thank you." Those were the first words that left him after he brought her to one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She wanted to curse at how pretty he looked all fucked out. The cheeky grin and the sparkling eyes driving her insane.

She hadn't let many people eat her out before, always focusing more on their pleasure, finding the act a bit too intimate for her liking. But damn if it didn't feel right with him. She could feel herself getting all soft and mushy inside, hoping he can't tell just how fucking smitten she was with him. She kissed him to hide her burning cheeks from his view, distracting them both, tasting herself on his tongue, swallowing up his moans, making them hers.

"If you're gonna reward me like that every time, I'm happy to do anal stuff any day now." She laughed at his words, running her fingers over his face gently, taking in the lovely moment of peace and contentment.

"You're telling me if I didn't let you eat me out, you wouldn't want me to fuck your ass?" He blushed at her words, letting her know just how much they affected him.

"No. I'd want it anyway." He was being honest and vulnerable, just like they talked about and it was doing funny things to her head.

"Thought so." She pretended to be serious for a moment but then let her guard down when she kissed all over his face again. His laugh made butterflies soar in her tummy. Fuck, if she didn't love that sound.

"I'm really glad you enjoyed it." She knew he had been apprehensive about trying anal play and she was honoured he trusted her enough to explore it with her for the first time.

"It was the best orgasm of my life." She chuckled and he looked at her so fondly she couldn't handle it.

"Nothing compared to how amazing it was having you ride my face, though." His cheeky smirk was back but she could hear the truth in his voice. He really did love eating her out. And she figured she'd let him to it more often since it was just so much fucking fun.

"You're a cheeky bastard, you know that?" He nuzzled into her skin, enjoying the playful banter they always ended up back in.

"Mhm. You like me, though." He kissed her shoulder, holding her that much closer, their naked bodies tangled together in the most wonderful mess of limbs.

"Sadly, I do. A frat guy, no less." He snorted a cute laugh and she couldn't help but laugh too.

"Luckiest frat guy in the world." His voice was so soft and he looked at her so fondly her breath caught in her throat.

He unhinged her. Every time she thought she finally stood on solid ground he went and said something sweet like that, honest like that, and shook her world to the ground again. The feelings that were bubbling inside her were way too serious and way to soon for her to entertain. So she did what she always did and shut him up with another kiss.

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[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-eight

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: Okay, I lied. Here's a bit more fluff. Tags for this will be open, just shoot me a message or comment if you're interested!

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Arranged Masterlist

The car ride back home was quiet, only filled with the breaths of Bucky and I. He had opted out of a driver tonight, saying that he wanted to drive his bride home. Despite our small fight earlier, I couldn’t help but smile. The signing of our marriage went off without a hitch, or so I thought. 

Bucky quickly signed the paper with a smile before sliding it over to me. With my own pen clutched in my hand, the tip was ready to glide across the paper but I pulled my hand back slightly, only for half a second, before I signed my own name. Now becoming Mrs. Y/N Barnes. 

I didn’t think he noticed but with the sigh that came from Bucky, I knew he had noticed my small hesitation. But could he blame me? With our fight earlier, I couldn’t help but question if this was the best idea. I didn’t care if there was an arrangement with him and my parents. 

But it was the fear of disappointing them that made the final choice for me, knowing what they had to go through in order to make this happen. 

Also, Bucky was the other deciding factor. I knew that there were going to be some disagreements between us so I could back out after the first one. He had gone out of his way to make sure I felt comfortable with everything, and I’d be lying if I said there weren’t some feelings growing for him. 

“Did you tell your parents?” Bucky’s deep voice brought my attention back to the inside of the car. 

I nodded. “My mom still is upset we didn’t do a big spectacle, but I think that's only because she wanted to show off to her friends.”

His flesh hand lay gently on my knee but still kept his eyes on the road. “Maybe we can have them over for dinner sometime next week?”

I nodded at his suggestion, but Bucky could still tell something was weighing on my mind so with a quick squeeze of my knee, he urged me to talk.

“I know I said that I didn’t want to sleep in the same room but it is technically our wedding night so what about a movie night in bed?” 

The corner of Bucky’s lips rose. “I would really like that.” 

He brought my hand to his lips and left soft pepper-like across the back of it. I felt myself melt at his intense gaze. 

We had returned back home rather quickly and as I began walking up the steps to the front door, I yelped out when Bucky had lifted me into his embrace and carried me over the threshold bridal style. 

“Bucky put me down!” I playfully smacked his chest. 

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t carry you inside?” Bucky defended. 

Barb had emerged from the kitchen when my giggles filled the large house and she looked at us amused. 

“Well, if it isn’t the newlyweds,” she was drying her hands on a towel, “I was just about to start cooking dinner. Any requests?” 

Reluctantly, Bucky set me to my feet but quickly intertwined our fingers; my flesh with his vibranium. I gave it a squeeze, unsure if he could actually feel my touch. There were so many questions I had about his arm and was dying to know the answers. 

“Don’t worry about dinner tonight, Barb. We’re going to order in. Why don’t you actually take the rest of the night off?” Bucky ordered. 

She eagerly agreed with a fast nod, bidding us a goodnight and congratulations before she disappeared back into the kitchen. 

“So,” I began while swinging our hands together. 

“Your room. Half hour? I need to take care of some last-minute calls that I missed.” 

I didn’t bother asking what phone calls he had to make, knowing that he wouldn’t divulge anything about it. 

Gaining some courage, I stood on the tips of my toes and placed a gentle kiss on Bucky’s cheek letting it linger for a few seconds. As I pulled away, Bucky blinked a few times, trying to regain his composure after being caught off guard. 

“See you soon.” 

I scurried up the stairs, excited to spend some more alone time with him. 

“Are you kidding me? That’s how the movie ended?!” I questioned, shocked. 

Bucky chuckled and gave a half shrug. “It’s a very open-ended ending. Let's decide how you think it should end.” 

We had been silently watching a movie of his choice and I stayed on one side of the bed while he stayed on the other, keeping our hands in our respective laps in the beginning of the movie. As it ended, our hands were intertwined at the fingers, his vibranium thumb rubbing mine. 

“Want to watch another?” I asked. 

Bucky took a quick glance at the watch on his wrist and nodded. “If it’s not too late for you?” 

It was only a quarter after nine and I wasn’t quite ready to have him leave yet. 

“My turn to choose.” 

Bucky chuckled and kept his gaze on me as I searched through the endless options of movies on the television. There was so much intensity behind them that I could feel it graze over every inch of my body. I chewed on the inside of my lip, feeling myself burning up the longer he gazed at me and when I felt his breath on the side of my neck, I turned to look at him. 

Our faces were millimeters apart and I swallowed a breath when he rolled his tongue over his bottom lip, so slow. 

“Y/N?” 

I hummed at the richness of his voice. My heart jumped into my throat and my palms began to sweat. There was a shock that swirled around in my belly, filling with sudden want to feel Bucky’s lips; everywhere. 

He leans in closer, so slow. I internally groaned at how slow he had decided to close the distance. We both breathed and didn’t breathe, but our hearts were beating together in sync, so loud. Bucky is close now, I could feel his lips ghost over mine while the rest of my body is numb, frozen. I can’t feel anything, my fingers, or the cold breeze coming from the open window. All I feel is him, all over me, as Bucky cups my cheek with his vibranium palm, thumb grazing over my bottom lip. 

I moaned at the feeling which caused Bucky’s eyes to flutter shut. 

“Y/N..” 

I let out a husky breath, hearing him say my name once again, the deepness of it causing my core to twitch with desire. In a silent queue, I kissed his thumb, hoping he understood what I couldn’t say.

Our lips were finally tasting each other. The softness of his made me melt into his embrace like butter.

Bucky pulled away suddenly and leaned away from me. “I’m sorry, I should have asked-.” 

His apology was seized as I grasped his face, crashing our lips to each other again. It was a much more heated kiss than before. That one was tender and slow while this one was aggressive and sloppy, where your teeth are smacking together, and tongues are exploring every crevice of each other's mouths. We needed to feel each other, in every way. I nibbled on his bottom lip and Bucky groaned, hands clawing at my hips. My own hands slid up his chest and around his neck, fingers played with the ends of his hair and Bucky lifted me into his lap with ease. 

His vibranium arm wrapped around my back and scooted us closer up against the headboard and his large hands sprawled over my back and I leaned into him, pressing my chest against him. 

Bucky responded with a low growl and started leaving a mark in the crook of my neck. His name came off my lips in a breathy moan and I ran a hand through his hair, our hips began to move at a steady pace. 

There was a tension building low in my belly, warming the coil in my core, and I needed to let it go. 

An urgent knock pounded on the wood of my door causing me to jump slightly in Bucky’s embrace. He didn’t bother to let me go, only released my neck from his teeth with an annoyed sigh. 

“Yes?” He yelled. 

“Buck, it’s me.” 

Steve. 

A vibranium finger brushed the hair out of my face before another kiss was placed on my lips. I happily returned it. 

“This better be important, Steve,” Bucky called to the man on the other side of the door. 

“Wilson is requesting us at the lab. There was another issue with Dr. Banner.” 

Bucky froze under my touch so I placed a finger under his chin and lifted his gaze to me. 

“Everything alright?” 

I expected him to toss me off of him, muttering something about how it wasn’t my business however he kissed my forehead before softly setting me back onto my bed. 

“There’s this new tech my team has been working on and there seems to be another problem at the lab. I’ll be back late so don’t wait up, alright?” 

I nodded. “Be safe.” 

Bucky smiled. “Always, doll. Sweet dreams.” 

With flushed cheeks, body still feeling warm and reeling from our kiss, I couldn't help but worry about this last-minute emergency that was taking him from me.

[blingblong55]

The Red Means I Love You- Simon 'Ghost' Riley

F!Reader.

They say strange fascination, infatuation A lunatic Call me what suits your taste, I just wanna taste And I've always heard it's what's inside that counts

His face was covered in blood, not his or yours. But the man that looked your way at the bar. “Hey it’s okay, let’s just go home.” You know he could hurt a man for just smiling at you. You gave him a small smile. He escorted you to his car, “I forgot my wallet, wait in the car.” You nod and he goes back inside.

After 10 minutes, you start to worry. You get out of the car and as you make your way to the bar, you hear some noise by the alley. When you walked there, you saw two men. One was beating the other, and the poor man's body was slowly giving up. “Don’t you dare look at her, she’s mine and no one else’s” a man spoke.

“I just looked her way! Swear I didn’t even know I was looking at her.” “Bullshit.” The poor man fell to the floor. Soon we were met with the tall man. His eyes grew darker by the second. “H-honey?” But it wasn’t him, it was like a demon took his body. You ran towards the car. And drove off. You ran inside the bathroom of your shared home. He walked up to the door.

“I was meant to be yours, r/n can’t you see that? I would do anything to keep you by my side.” But you didn’t open the door.

“R/N!” his bloody hands reached for the handle.

“Open the, open the door please” he begged. You were never this afraid of your husband. He told you about the missions he took part in, but this? This wasn’t who he said he was.

“R/n, open the door” You didn’t respond, your breathing becoming heavy.

“R/n, don’t be afraid please” You looked around the room, trying to find a place to hide in.

“Can we go back to normal?” His voice tempted you.

“R/n, sure, you’re scared, I’ve been there” Was he? He probably killed that man! And for what? Just for staring in your direction.

“I can help, I’m here to keep you safe love.” He warned you he could be very possessive, but you always thought it was just a joke.

“R/n, don’t make me come in there!” Now you started to panic, again.

“S-Simon please go away” you finally answered. You stepped away from the door. He kicked it open. His eyes immediately softened when he met your small frame. “Love, I would never hurt you. M’just afraid you’d hate me.” Your hands shook as you reached for his bloody face. “Why?” You asked, his eyes never leaving yours. “I don’t know,” he answered melting to your touch.

You grabbed a towel and damped it in some water. “I need to know why.” You tried to sound calm, but considering the events, how could you be this calm. “I was afraid that…well, maybe you’d see how bad of a man I am and leave me for him.” He whispered as your hands started to scrub him clean.

“Never. Just please don’t harm others.” You wanted to run, but you know what he is capable of.

He looks at you, his eyes so big and beautiful. “Please don’t leave, I know what I did was wrong.” His arms snaked around your waist. Does he know I want to run away? You thought. “Please r/n, you are my only one.”

You try your luck and push him off. You run down the hallway. Some glass was laid on the floor. You fall tripping on the carpet and getting back up. But he starts to catch up. He starts to whistle. Blood starts to drip down your now injured leg.

Unfortunate They say such a shame, I turned out this way A maniac Well, yeah I get manic when I cause a panic And of course I'm excited when I see you around

You run to the kitchen and get a knife. You run back into the living room. “Stay away!” More blood starts to drip.

You fall once more, a sinister smirk is plastered on his lips. “Simon? Stay away.”

“I’m not afraid to use this!” The knife not slowly poking your stomach. His eyes widen. “Don’t you dare” his voice still cold.

You’re on your knees, pleading with your eyes as he starts getting closer. Could’ve done a better escape, you thought.

And the red on my face Is matching you And goodness you're bleeding What a wonderful feeling You're down and you're pleading My head is just reeling

You get back up, getting closer to the door. You leave a trail of blood on the floor. He keeps whistling and smiling. “The red on my hands means I love you, darling.”

You leave me high and dry A rush comes to my mind At the drops Of blood you leave behind Run as you might, my love will never, ever Stop

His voice is calm, too calm. He runs to you, taking the knife away from you and throwing it far from you both. His hands travel down to your bleeding leg, in his hands he now has your blood. He licks his finger, “Tasting your blood means I love you, my sweet sweet girl.” He whispers against your ear.

“No, no, no” you plead and cry. What was a good night turned into a nightmare. “Let go of me!” “Never.” He kisses your neck and carries you to your shared bedroom. “What are you going to do to me?”

“My wildest fantasies!” He smiles. “Simon please don’t!”

“You really think I’m a monster r/n?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m just going to clean your wound and put you to bed.”

“What?”

“To bed.”

“What does that mean?”

“Honey I’m taking you to our bed.” His voice is now soft.

Your eyes open, your husband still in his mask, he looked very tired, but a faint smile appeared on his lips. “Fell asleep on the couch again?” He asked as he walked you both to your bedroom. “What happened?” You were more than confused.

He looks down at you in his arms. “Came from work and you kept saying some weird stuff, had a nightmare. M’sure.” He kissed your forehead. “So you didn’t hurt him?”

He is now more confused. “Who’s ‘him’? R/n, it was all a dream, my love. Nothing happened.” He rested you against your pillow and kissed your forehead.

He went to take a quick shower. You looked down to the leg you swore was hurt, but nothing. Your clothes were different. Your hand rested on your swollen belly. You sighed in relief. “It was all a dream.” You said to yourself. Your baby kicked. “Calm down baby.” You rubbed your stomach and closed your eyes again. Simon walked into the room. He gently laid on his side of the bed and turned to you.

“I love you.” He caressed your cheek with his thumb and kissed your lips. “Goodnight.” You’re turned, you’re back now to him. He knew it was your favourite way to sleep, considering you’re pregnant and all.

“Goodnight honey.” He turned the TV on, and lowered the volume. Right before you started to drift to sleep, the news spokesperson started to speak.

“Last night, police officers in Manchester discovered a murder scene. The victim is 34-year-old Jonathan, a resident of Chester. There are no witnesses so if you have any information. Police are now looking for any suspects.”

Your eyes opened wide, but you remained calm. You pretend to sleep, and his hand reach to your back. He rubbed it and before he turned the TV off, he kissed the back of your head.

“Love you so so much.”

A/N: I found this in my drafts, and thought you deserved to read it. Btw, thank you all for being understanding. Give me a while and I promise I’ll fully be back. Bye now!

[cupoftaae]

Hello! Can I request a Seokjin drabble paired with prompt 1? TY!

1- "we're not just friends, and you fucking know it" x Seokjin

(thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy it! -Nini)

Seokjin x reader

warnings- angst, swearing, drama, one sided love

wc-

ask for a prompt here

"you know, you don't need to lie to me, if you like her just tell me" you mumbled, pacing the sidewalk in front of your apartment as you closed your coat tighter against you body, shielding yourself from the cold.

Seokjin sat on the steps in front of you, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as his eyes watched you walk back and forth. "im not lying...and stop pacing you are making me nuts"

You scoffed, "oh you wanna talk about making someone nuts"

"are you implying that I make you crazy?" He teasingly raised a brow, smirking

"oh god shut uppp" you whined, stepping in front of him. "I know you like alyssa" you leaned forward

"Y/N, I told you I dont-"

"its cute, as your friend I support you, go get em tiger" you slapped his shoulder, making him yelp.

"ah, stop hitting me, aish..."

"come on, shes really pretty and you are handsome, why wont you just call her back?" you sat on the step next to him, taking his cigarette and putting it out, you hated when he smoked.

"why are you so insistent on this? are you getting paid?"

You giggled, "no, I just...want you to be happy. I haven't seen you genuinely happy in a while, and when you met her at the party You guys seemed to have a lot of chemistry" you picked at the skin by your nails, side glancing to him.

"listen she is a nice girl...but I have no interest in dating her, never have and don't plan to lead her on" he shrugged, pulling your hand away from your picking silently.

You sighed and rested your head against the palm of your hand

"if you are cold just go in" he said calmly, now no longer feeling the conversation

"but its nice fresh air, plus you would be alone" you moved to rest your head against his shoulder, making him freeze before moving you off.

"hey" you pouted,

he looked back at you before standing up and turning to into the apartment, making you watch in confusion before following him.

you met him standing in the kitchen, "whats wrong?" you asked

"nothing, im probably gonna go to bed, goodnight, y/n" he spoke, moving forward to look at you for a few seconds, you frowned and moved to press a small kiss to his cheek, "okay, goodn-"

"dont do that" he looked back at you, pulling away

"what?" you raised your eyebrows, stepping away. You always were touchy with each other, it was the type of friends you were, why was he rejecting you?

He looked down and turned to walk to his room, "I dont get you, y/n"

"Jin you are making so sense, did I say or do something to upset you?"

He sighed and stopped in his tracks, turning to walk back to you, "yes, you did"

"oh" you frowned, "im sorry,..."

He just looked at you from across the dark room, your sad eyes watching him in full confusion. He knows how odd his behavior seems right now, and he curses himself for quite literally sucking at expressing himself properly.

"what did I do?" you cross your arms and speak softly

"how can you stand there and act clueless?"

You remained silent, unsure of what was going on, afraid to upset him more.

"why? why are you-" he sighed and leaned against the back of the couch, facing the wall instead of you as he spoke. "why are you pretending you dont know?

"know what?"

"you tried to set me up with some girl I dont know, then you continue to do those little things you do" he sighed again

"what are you talking about?"

"the kisses, the hugs, the sharing of clothes, you are wearing my jacket right now!" he turned and gestured at the article of clothing.

You looked back at him and walked closer, stepping in front of him, "what is the point of this conversation? you are acting off" you gently cupped his face

"you are doing it right now" he mentioned, his hand pressing against yours, whispering, "tell me you dont see it? tell me you are completely unaware of what im talking about..."

"Seokjin, I jus-"

"god, y/n" he stood up and paced a bit, "you dont feel it?"

"feel what??" you were beginning to grow angry, his behavior becoming erratic

He grabbed your hands and held them. "this. us."

You looked into his eyes for a few seconds before understanding what he was trying to say, "jin..." you shook your head and tried to pull away. "You are my friend, I love you, Im always here for you, but this? us? its...its platonic" you tried to calmly whisper as you saw the tears forming in his eyes.

Youve known this man for 10 years and youve never seen him cry.

"dont say that" he shook his head, in denial.

"you cant-"

"no! no...we're not just friends....and you fucking know it"

You took a deep breath, "go to bed, jin, you need to sleep."

"dont brush me off like this, you know how long ive tried to keep it to myself? You know how long ive waited?"

"im sorry...." you clutch your forehead, "but you cant just dump this on someone and expect them to feel the same way"

"you are hurting me" he looked down and harshly wiped the tear that escaped his eye, he was embarrassed to cry in front of you. "you dont remember?"

"remember what?"

"when we were going to bed last night? and you told me that you loved me more than anyone else, you said you would always be that person for me?"

You nod

"did you mean any of that? im just a man, Y/N, I cant handle these stupid emotions and you trying to shut them down isnt going to do anything" he huffed

"of course I meant it, and they arent stupid, you are valid and allowed to feel that way-however, it seems maybe you took those things I said the wrong way?"

He scoffed and glared at you

"You are my favorite person, I mean that, but us together makes no sense, I cant be that person for you, im sorry"

"I will never love anyone ever unless its you" he spoke as you turned to walk to your bedroom.

"jin."

"im serious."

"jin theres people out there who love you, love you so much and are waiting for you to love them back, dont.....dont waste time on something that will never happen."

He remained silent, shaking his head in disapproval "I want you"

"im sorry" you whispered, "you need to sleep, you are upset and exhausted"

"you broke my heart"

"you will regret acting like this in the morning" you sighed, defeated and sad.

He frowned before getting up, you stopped him before he could speak, "go rest- I dont like the way you are acting right now, im sorry I cant make you happy, but dont blame me for being honest" you whisper before shutting the door, feeling your own tears begin to fall.

You couldnt love him....You waited for him for years yourself, and now that you feel confident in life and who you are, now he wants you?

You would never let yourself backtrack on your words like that, not after you spent months silently getting over him. Its not fair that you loved him, and its not fair that he began to notice too late.

[apthotiosis]

u want thoughts??? elotes thoughts???? dont mind if i dooooo

i mean my vision of him was influenced by yours to some degree because holy shit, but he's a walking contradiction!! he's so grounded and not interested in complexity at all (apart from pvp strats), yet he's a star person!!! ethereal being!! yet so lowly physical, growing out of soil and yummy nutrients yesyes

he loves like he fights, laughing, going around it, hyping everyone up but himself. his body hurts most days but its okay, he's used to it. diabetes do be a bitch. he'd rather follow than lead because he does not like responsability, but once he's responsible for something he'll hate himself over the smallest mistake, even those that arent his fault.

he thrives under bright sunlight and dim silver starlight, because plant!!! and starchild!! he hears when the Universe sings! he hears black holes drumming onto spacetime and supernovas bursting into laughter! and sometimes he just lays in a patch of sunlight and soaks it up like a well-loved cat, even for a brief moment bc he's bad at staying still.

he's bad at hating too. he can't quite manage it. it takes a lot for him to feel genuine dislike for someone instead of just indifference or pity. he was not molded with the capacity to hate anyone but himself.

i could go on man

anon i wrote u an essay and tumblr deleted it . i hope this suffices but pls know ive been chewin on this for days and my goodnes , i love what u have to say abt him , Especially about him and his ability to hold hatred its so *cradles the words* its So *beholds the cucumber* Its So *turns into bubbles*

that second last bit abt the sun also hit me . he was supposed to do this ;-; this is a glimpse of what life should have been like , and instead it is a gift of a moment , and then lbr he feels bad about needing a break . 'whats wrong with u ? everythings fine , get up and go do something , why arent u doing anything ?' stop ittttt ;---;

yes ;0; grgrhjgf he was supposed to be a star , he was made out of love and life and milk and dirt and light , he was supposed to carry the torch of his entity , and instead he spent his entire life defying the design he was given ; n ; just bashing himself up because he learnt what a strong hero was and went well , thats gotta be me ! n then he comes fresh off his three+ year long bender into the island and is just . Who the fuck Is he . and What is his life . of course hes gonna be a mess the second u scratch the surface and learn what contradictions are there . his upbringing and core values that had to take a backseat so he could survive being a hunter ;-;

aaaaaah anon thankyou ;3; u made such a beautiful bunch of etoiles thoughts , what goods

[funny-fella-fantrolls]

😴 - w/ Rodazz :O

A sleepy Rodazz walks up to a door, knocking gently. When it opens, a familiar Oliveblood stands there, a kind look on his face.

"Hey, what's wrong/? You wanna come in/?"

"Yes please..."

Shudao brings him in, taking him to the couch.

"So, why'd you come here so early, Ro/? Did something bad happen/?"

"N-noth!ng bad happened... ! just couldn't sleep, and !'ve been really exc!table today, s-so ! don't want to bother my lusus any more..."

A soft smile forms on the oliveblood's face, looking at the other troll.

"How have you been sleeping recently/?"

"Q-qu!te well... !'ve been try!ng to get used to sleep!ng out of my recuperacoon so ! can stay w!th you more often..."

"Rodazz... You know that isn't healthy/. The only reason I can do it is because I'm not a normal troll/."

"Y-yes, ! know, but !'m gett!ng used to !t now... ! can sleep almost just as well sleep!ng out of !t as ! do sleep!ng !n !t..."

Shudao sighs, and picks up the smaller troll in his arms.

"I guess if you're adapting to it alright, it should be fine/. Let's see if I can help you sleep, eh/?"

"Yay! Thank you!"

Seeing the younger troll get so excited fills Shudao with a sense of pride, and he carries him up to his respiteblock.

"You need anything before we sleep, little man/?"

"A glass of water m!ght help..."

"Alright then, just wait here, okay/?"

Shudao quickly heads downstairs, pouring a glass of water before coming up and handing it to the small seadweller.

"There you go, kiddo/. Now, let's get some sleep, okay/?"

"Okay! Goodn!ght, Shudao!"

"Goodnight, Ro/. Sweet dreams/."

The two of them lay there on the blanket pile, Rodazz snuggled into the half-lusus' arms as they fall asleep.

[abandonedsdjfhcvndfbv]

I fucking love mcdonalds fries so much THE CASHIER WAS SO CUTE IM TEMPTED TO JUST GO THERE AGAIN TMR HOPE SHES STILL THERE N COMPLIMENT HER HAIR LOLLL would that be creepy. Idk i wont do it though ...Mcdonalds fries are so salty and good i forgot that there is such goodnes in the world. I also got my hair cut im happier w it than ive ever been probably cuz i finally got bangs too Im still tempted to just buzz it all off but. Kris that wont suit you dont dooo iiiiit i'll look like the smallest gayboy in the world it wont look as cute as like little chickling hair i have now Dollie hair Cute as a button hair. I just need to Dress more masc. Ok brb Mcdonalds fries waiting for me

[incorrectml]

Heey! I wanna know what was your favorite Ethan scene?💕

Hello!! this scene! :hehe:

[tetrakys]

Hey Tetra! I hope you are well.

I spent some time away from Tumblr so I don't know if you already said what you think of the development on Ethan's route I would love to know :)

Hello! Welcome back to Tumblr!

Oh gosh yes... I’ve said A LOT lol, check my ‘ml ethan’ tag, as well as 'ml tetra rambling', ‘ml info’ and ‘ml recap’ if you want to read chapter summaries.

[clownkillsyou]

maybe i could do onea those drawing ask memes w liek different expressions or outfits orr whatevr...........

[yeoldotcom]

lucas on my mind

[ropemp3]

im rewatching the 1978 3musketeers to relive my childhood lol and my absolute favorite part is when dartanjan eats eggs while aramis sings his gay little song to god also i have that song stuck on my head rn

[ivyruins]

"That's my girl" (bloomic)

how the blooming panic li's + shallot man would say "that's my girl" // fem! reader, cw for cursing

a/n: not requested! just an idea that popped into my head because d̴̩̰̠͖̙̓ẽ̸͖̜̅m̵̯͑͛͒o̷̺͙̣̗̪̿̔ň̴̟̿͗ḯ̷̜͐͋c̷͇̎͝ ̵̧̩̂̊̉͌̕s̶̟͖̒c̷̨̜̫͉̀͐̈́̎̕ͅŗ̷̟̊̎̔̃ȇ̷̦̀́̂͝é̵̯̝̖̬́̈̊̐c̶̥̹̺͗̽͗̈́ḧ̸̄��͎͎̩̼i̵̧̚̕͝n̸̼̾g̷̝̫̲̪͗̚̕ im in some need of lovin

++ also, xyx's scenario was going to be an entire direction completely (if you know what i mean wink). but i'm keeping my blog sfw so i scrapped and replaced it hehe

Nightowl

sleepily, he probably doesn't even realize he's saying it.

or the effects it had on you

sneaky guy

"Come sleep with me," he calls out to you who was sitting across the bed, doing paperwork at a quarter to three in the morning. Nightowl was surely going to lose his title if you were the one staying up later than him.

"With you?"

"Please, not this again," he groans, the book he was reading (he'd say, but was actually rereading the same line over and over, the words not registering in his head) covering his face, his arm outstretched and reaching towards you like you were a prize in a claw machine, "Come on, cutie! I can't sleep without you! and you need rest."

With his adamant tone you knew if you refused he'd just resort to the second best option he had: whining. Or staying up with you. And you knew that neither one of those options would do you any good, so you placed your pen down and sighed.

"Alright, fine."

"That's my girl,"

His voice comes out groggy, sleep already starting to consume him. Though his arm extends to your side of the bed, inviting. You had to stand there for a while to register what he said, and when you did, you can't help but flush.

What a flirt. Even in his sleep.

Quest

He already had said something similar during his route, so there was no doubt he'd say it again.

On call, he'd notice how tired you looked and being the kind yet stern 'dad' of the server he would gently coax you to go to sleep.

Practically memorized your work schedule at this time, so if he knew you had work really early, he would demand you end the call and rest.

But just like the first (and second. and third) time, the praise just comes naturally, and he has to apologize for it.

"Go to sleep, angel. You have work tomorrow," he gently says, persuading you to end call. You knew he doesn't have the heart to do it himself and you take advantage of that whenever you can.

Trying to suppress a very obvious yawn, you replied, "Not sleepy,"

You hear him laugh, turning around briefly to see if any of his co-workers were watching before inching closer, "If you end call and rest, we can call again tomorrow,"

You roll your eyes, "we will call tomorrow again anyway,"

"That's true. So why don't you go to sleep, and we can continue this then?"

"Touché," you chuckle, finally letting a yawn slip, "alright, I'll bite. Goodnight, quest."

"That's my girl," he mutters, "goodnight,"

"..."

"y/n?"

"What did you say?"

"Goodn-" Quest replies before stopping, recalling what he said. His face turned red, "I'm- I'm so sorry-"

... Maybe Xyx was right. You probably were a discord kitten in his eyes

NakedToaster

Murmured into your ear when he teaches you how to game.

Toasty is tired of your backseat gaming (assuming you don't play), so he teaches you how by having you sit on his lap, hands over yours.

It even surprised you that someone as shy as him who would stutter and blush from any physical contact would willingly have you sit on his lap.

But then you realize why

Your boyfriend is absolutely deep into the game they don't notice the subtle touches he leaves on your hips and his hot breath fanning your face.

God, now you're the stuttering mess.

"No, not like that. Here, look at how I do it, then try to follow," he says, large palm coming up to the mouse. Instead of moving your hand away, he places his over it. Guiding you on where to click.

You do exactly as he did, without missing anything, "like that?"

"Exactly. That's my girl," he mutters, voice right beside you. You can feel his breath on the shell of your ear, the way his thumbs rub circles against your hip, and the feeling of his chest against your back. Suddenly hyper aware of the feeling of your lover pressed against you like this, your interest in gaming is replaced by something else entirely.

Well shit.

Xyx

In public, proudly.

You aren't unfamiliar with praises from Xyx, so it would most likely fly over your head.

There were a lot of instances that he'd mutter it to himself, just a little louder that people around him could hear. Like when you stop to help someone, or jokingly when he comes back from a shop and sees you with arms full of bags despite only leaving you for a few minutes.

But the one that sticks with you the most is a certain incident that happened not too long after you met up and became an official couple.

With a quick peck on your cheek, Xyx leaves you and cat alone to grab ice cream from the vendor across the park.

It wasn't far, but it was a little more secluded and covered your shaded picnic area behind a tree. Nevertheless, Xyx didn't worry about leaving you there there weren't a lot of people and it was broad daylight.

Though when he came back, it was a completely different story.

A small crowd had formed around your picnic area. Worriedly, he stepped around the people to get to you.

But what he was greeted with was surely a sight to see.

"Yeah that's right, you better run, bitch." you muttered, dusting yourself. Cat was standing beside you, unbothered.

His ears picks up the word "robbery" murmured among the crowd that was slowly leaving. Though by the looks of your purse still on your shoulder and your hand up in a fist, he could tell the situation got taken cared of.

"That's my girl," he smirked, walking over to you to place a kiss on your bruised knuckle, handing you your ice cream.

Onionthief

Unconsciously

Let's be honest here, as much as we all love him we know his standard praise is "Good job" or sometimes if he was feeling bold a simple "👍🏻"

Though he always has something he want's to add, he doesn't. He's worried that by saying it so suddenly he'd ruin your relationship -- he didn't know if you were comfortable with it. Or if you'd expect something like that from him. And even if he did want to talk about it, how was he going to start that conversation?

So he keeps it at bay on the tips of his tongue. He always manages to catch himself.

But even if he's a perfectionist, there were still things he tends to miss

After a particularly bad day at work, you have your head buried in your arms on the kitchen table, ranting about your misery to your lover. Onion was cooking dinner, preoccupied with adding the right amount of flavoring while paying attention to you.

He prides himself in being able to multitask like this. Unfortunately, his brain cannot.

"And then he proceeded to cancel my day off," you cried, turning to rest your cheek against your arm, facing his back, "Fucking prick,"

"He shouldn't treat you like that. You should talk to him," he responds, upset at your boss' actions.

"Hell yeah I will!" you pout, and Onion bites back a smile imagining you throwing hands at your superior, knowing the nice façade you put up at work. If you ended up doing it, though, you have his full support, "No way I'm letting him treat me like that."

"That's my girl,"

Silence.

"...What?" you asked, and your boyfriend hums as he turns off the stove, transferring the food to a plate.

"What?"

"What did you say?" you slowly sit up, facing him. He was confused, but looking at your face - cheeks to the tips of your ears dusted red - he was even more confused.

"What did I say-?" he asked, mind genuinely muddled.

You relayed what he said back, albeit a little embarrassed, and his eyes grew wide, motor skills immediately failing causing the plate he was holding to fall.

Safe to say you spent the whole night eating takeout instead, your lover having the television on high volume to avoid any thought from entering his head.

[countrymusiclover]

5. Adult Talk...

Part 6

Texas Romance

@tyrionsprincess30

Mrs. Cooper was helping with a wedding for the church pastor. Missy and Sheldon were dealing with holding a chicken in their room. And Georgie's dad had done the talk with us. The day started off normal with Georgie and I went in his room reading one of my adventure books that he just had me read to him.

He had us laying on his bed, his fingers playing with my hair as I read aloud while laying on his chest. Georgie sat up once I'd finished the third book making me confused when he asked out of curiosity. "You wanna listen to music?" I put the book down sliding off his lap, as he slides off the otherside of the bed turning on his radio and finding a good music station.

He turns it up a little high and he holds his hands out for me to take with a boyish grin. I placed my hands in his letting him pull me off the bed to my feet. He wore socks but no shoes and I wore no shoes letting my feet feel the carpet as we danced around unknown to us that having his door closed meant bad things outside.

George's POV - Mr. Cooper 

Connie came in yelling at me, aiming a finger towards my son's door. I trusted Y/n, she seemed like a good girl and kept my reckless son in line. But my mother in law thinks otherwise. "They're teenagers if you wait any longer they'll be done."

I rolled my eyes going to his room making them sit on the floor. Apparently that wasn't good enough for connie. "Smart. Nobody ever got pregnant on the floor. Have you had the talk with that boy?"

I replied nervously. "About the thing that a father has with his son.."

Connie slams her beer on the counter. "It's important. What if he knocks that poor girl up. You like y/n because she keeps him out of trouble so I think you should want to look out for both of them!"

I fired back at her. "Is that a stab at me?" She took a drink snapping. "Well it depends..did you knock up my daughter and reunion her life. Oh wait I know the answer."

Connie made me go in his room to see Georgie and y/n tickling each other and reading magazines. Georgie sets his down as y/n froze. "Mr. Cooper, Memaw?" Connie holds a hand out for y/n to take. "The boys need to talk."

Y/n gets up shrugging to Georgie who rolls his eyes. The conversation between us got confusing so I called y/n in for backup. She sits on my side of the bed, looking at my boy. "Georgie what your dad is trying to say is...if we get together like all the way."

She points to her area then to him and puts two fingers together before she keeps going. "We have to be safe and try and not get me pregnant like he did your mom with you. No offense to either of you sir." She puts a hand on my shoulder as I nodded.

Georgie nods his head "ok dad - now please leave" I sighed leaving them alone.

Y/n's POV

Georgie and I ended our dance party to read his magazines. Shortly though I'm interrupted from reading my book by his hands going for my ticklish spots. I started laughing and trying to roll away from him but he ends up pulling me up on his chest holding me. I gripped his shirt and my hands ended up finding his so I started attacking him making him laugh too. I never knew I'd learn to love the sound of something so fast and in this case is Georgie's laugh. Of course he was cute and all but even he learned to like me more than just my appearance.

I cackle in unison with Georgie. "Georgie Cooper!" He laughed back. "Y/n L/n!"

The door opened for us to see Memaw and his dad who slowly came in as I got off his lap blushing. "Mr. Cooper...Memaw?" Georgie rolls his eyes as his dad says. "We need to talk". Memaw took my hand pulling me into the hall as I gave her a confused look.

"What's going on?" She took my hand in hers, explaining softly. "Y/n, you and Georgie are changing-" I cut her short waving my hands around. "Woah hold on. My parents already told me about this. Plus I know Georgie. He'd never force me."

She pulls me in a hug taking a sigh of relief. "Oh darlin'. Thank goodness." We pull apart before going to his room once again.

His dad sits on the bed, confused about what to say. Memaw whispered in his ear. "Let her explain it to him - she knows about it all already." I sat on the bed and Georgie understood what I said telling his dad to leave, finally I laid my head on his chest taking a breath.

"I can't believe they thought we would - you know?" He joked pulling me closer to him for a kiss. "I know right, I can't believe they thought I'd take advantage of my darlin'."

I kissed him back deeply as I sat on his lap, barely breaking the kiss to mutter. "Say it again." He asks looking deep in my eyes. "What?"

I rest my forehead against his lips. "Darlin', I liked the sound of it from you." He nodded his head before asking softly. "You wanna go watch tv?" I nodded yes getting off his lap and we headed to the living room.

Missy came into the room as Georgie and I sat on the couch watching Ducktales. She holds a red book in her hands as I turned the tv volume down to pay attention to her. "Can you help me. I don't understand my homework?" Georgie questioned out in the open resting his hands on his knees. "You're asking me? I don't understand my own homework."

I nudge him in his rib making him whine at me when I asked eager to help her. "What kinda homework is it, Mis?" She shows it to me groaning. "Grammar" I groaned remembering that I always forget the literary devices on tests. "Uh, Missy I'm not good at this. Georgie?" I tilted my head in his direction and he complained just wanting to watch tv.

"I ain't great with grammar y/n.." I directed for Missy to sit down next to him. She said simply. "Well grammar, Is just talking and we talk pretty good." The two of them sat and got confused which meant Georgie taking the remote from me. I ate some chips until Missy turned back clearly sad making me stop eating.

"Y/n, do you think we're stupid?" I stumbled "Missy no. You and Georgie just learn different...everyone does."

Georgie fires back clearly annoyed about his brother's smarts. "Sheldons in college right now and we can't figure out your homework, what'da you think?" Missy gave me sad eyes mostly speaking to her brother. "Sometimes I tell myself that we only look stupid because he's so smart"

Georgie glanced my way and his eyes read 'I need to prove I'm not stupid' "Gimme the book." He tell her determined. I grinned as he took her English book when she sat down.

I laid my head on his shoulder as they started doing the work. Missy joked when they learned what a verb was making me laugh a little. "We suck at homework". Georgie taps my thigh with his pencil making me focus on him. "The first sentence on your homework is 'most people in the country'"

Missy and I both say together. "I don't see an action word". I smiled when Missy announced slightly happy "Georgie, y/n. I don't think this is a sentence."

Georgie handed her the book and pencil to fix it, encouraging her in an adorable way. "Put a verb in their girl". He lays an arm around me as I hugged him gently grinning big.Later we were in his room just laying on his bed cuddling in silence before a note was slipped under his door. I sat up seeing it making Georgie sit up too. He got off his bed picking it up to reveal Missy's homework with a 100% at the top.

I dangle my legs off the bed asking out of curiosity. "What is it, Georgie?"

He hands it to me and a smirk meets my lips at hearing Missy outside the door. "Did you cry when you saw it?"

Georgie glanced at me as I held my hand over my mouth to conceal my laughter caused by his little sister. "No"

Missy asks in a high pitched voice. "Why not?"

Georgie tells her annoyed. "Because it's not that big of a deal". I couldn't stop the words from coming out as I playfully grinned at the boy I'm dating as he placed it on his wall with a small tack. "Not a big deal, huh Georgie."

He shook his head no saying I wasn't helping him hide the fact. "Did you hang it on your wall?" Missy's voice called through the door and I flopped back on his bed cackling in laughter.

Georgie told her as she kept singing it on the other side of his bedroom door. "Get out of here!"

He comes over to me, sitting beside me as I keep laughing until he tells me amazed at himself. "I got an A, y/n" I finally controlled my laughter to roll on my side to face him, grinning big. "I shouldn't say this but...I told you so."

He rolled his eyes pulling me up on his lap to kiss me playfully. "Come'ere, darlin'." I smiled poking him lightly. "Ok my smart texan" We fell back on the bed making out along with laughs. 

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[cherriesfineline]

savior next door

im on a writing trance so expect a lot of writings from me hehe, here's what i wrote last night, enjoy besties.

- fluff & a tiny little bit of smut (not really lol) | not proofread, sorry

Pairing: HarryxY/N

WC: 3.8k

the one where Harry is Y/N's shy and virgin neighbor.

The constant feeling of uneasiness has been haunting Harry ever since he almost got himself in a car accident almost a year ago.

It hadn’t been his fault – he was crossing a random street in a quiet area of New York when a hand grabbed his upper arm and pushed him out of the crosswalk, where a car speeded through without even slowing down. “Watch where you’re going, you’re going to get yourself killed.” The woman who’d saved his life scolded at him with a worrying look on her face. He remembers her eyes were glowing in such a splendor, something he’d never seen before – it intrigued him to know who his life savior was, but before he could even make a comment, the woman stormed off and got lost between the seas of people around the corner, leaving Harry in an unsuccessful search for her.

Harry has never been a people person. He always avoids big crowds, social events and especially, study groups. His university journey so far has been a lonely and reserved one, having movie marathons when not studying or discovering new kinds of herbal teas. His only form of social interaction is the occasional chat with his across-the-hall neighbor Niall, whom he considered -kind of- a close friend; his only one, in fact.

“Heard someone’s moving in to the flat next to yours.” Niall knows Harry isn’t exactly a social butterfly, and maybe it’s the fact that Harry is younger than him and how he seems like such a harmless human what makes him feel like he needs to help him. Harry just shrugs at his comment, not really interested in any possible intruder to their peaceful hallway (where both their apartments and the currently empty one in the corner were the only three ones on their floor). And maybe it was the fact that it has been almost a month since Niall’s comment what made him furious when he saw the cardboard boxes on their hallway, forgetting about the possibility of having a new neighbor.

The sudden sound of glass crashing and a loud yell snaps Harry out of his frustrated trance, stepping around the huge boxes scattered around the door next to his to knock on the doorway of the open door. Even if he really isn’t very fond of having a new neighbor that doesn’t mean he’s not going to check on them to see if they’ve gotten hurt. “Is everything alright?” He still can’t see whoever is inside, but he decides on waiting if no one replies to step inside. But he doesn’t need to, because as he was about to make his way inside, a head pops up from one side of the entry hallway, assuming that’s where the kitchen is, as he notices the apartment is a replica of his own, but inverted.

“Hey, sorry, just dropped my favorite cup.” His breath gets caught on his throat when her life savior’s face appears in sight, the cutest frown adorning her features and her sweet voice resonating through his brain. Her eyes, exactly like he remembers shine with an unbeatable glow, like a thousand diamonds under a microscope, but the image he had of her on his brain doesn’t make her justice – she is even more beautiful than he remembers. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. You live in this floor?” Harry can’t help but be disappointed at the fact that apparently she doesn’t remember him.

“Y-yes, next door. H-harry.” He stutters. Her presence just makes him so nervous, he can’t help it. She is probably one of, if not the, most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. Her eyes are hypnotizing, the softness of them which appears to be constant warms his insides and he thinks he could spend hours upon hours staring right at them.

“Do I know you? I feel like I know you.” Y/N’s thinks out loud, her expression alluding to her thoughts trying to place him somewhere in her memories.

“Uh, I- I don’t think so?” Harry feels embarrassed, so he couldn’t come up with a better answer. He is silently hoping she doesn’t remember the time they met all that time ago – this is his chance, he thinks, to redeem himself, for her to see him as a normal dude instead of this clumsy and shy boy who couldn’t even thank her when she saved him from being ran over by a car.

He wishes he could read her mind. What’s her first impression on him? Does she think he’s cute? She probably doesn’t. He thinks she’s too pretty to even spare a second glance at someone like him; a shy boy with bad posture and still breaking out in his forehead despite being 22. And she, Y/N, a woman who could make anyone her own, a woman who probably makes every head turn her way when entering a room. Harry feels his chest deflate as his thoughts start beating him up.

During the course of her first two months living next door, Y/N and Harry barely interact. He keeps stealing glances her way whenever they run into each other in the hallway, getting shy and cheeks reddening when she catches him every time. He gets jealous whenever he hears her walking down the hallway from inside his apartment, obvious guests coming in and out of her apartment – and if the person (because he recalls hearing both men and women) is good enough, he can even hear her sometimes through the thin wall that divides their bedrooms, her headboard clearly mirroring his. He feels dirty and intrusive during nights like these, so he opts on putting headphones on, music playing in his phone to help him drift off to sleep.

But Y/N is fascinated by him, maybe not as much as he is with her, but enough to wonder how it’d be like to reallyhave him in her life. She knows he’s a very reserved man, her animated chats with Niall more usual than not drift towards Harry and how she wishes he’d just keep looking at her when she catches his eye instead of running away – not because her ego is enormous or anything, but she is aware of the obvious crush Harry has on her. “He’s not going to start conversation, you should just go for it.” She remembers Niall told her one night after having a small chat in his threshold; because all Niall wants is for Harry to put himself out there, but he knows he needs a little extra push.

But it all changes one night. A night Y/N drinks more than usual – shot after shot going down her throat making her feel nothing but dizzy, the sensation of puke going up her throat forcing her to call it a night. Barely making it out of the elevator she stumbles on her way to her door, and Harry hears her. The sound her combat books make is so engraved in Harry’s brain he knows it’s her after just a couple of steps.

“Fuck.” Harry hears the unmistakable sound of her keys, and how she’s clearly struggling to fit them inside the lock. After a loud banging sound and what sounds like her sliding down the door, he starts worrying about her and how she’s probably not going to make it inside her apartment without a little help. So he steps outside after sliding his old white vans on to find her on the floor leaning against her door, legs bent and elbows resting on either knee supporting her head.

“Y/N?” He calls her in a whisper. She shoots her head up immediately making her insides turn, and with unfocused eyes, she looks up at him and smiles fondly.

“Hey, pretty boy.” She greets him with a soft smile, eyes closing and opening again slowly and Harry feels his stomach erupt in a thousand butterflies. Did she just call him pretty boy?

“You need help?”

“Please.” Harry’s red cheeks don’t go unnoticed by her the moment she lifts her hand to give him her keys and she honestly thinks he might explode. He helps her get up and guides her inside her home with such gentle movements she could melt in his hold, and that’s when she decides (drunk out of her mind) she wants him to hold her again, soon. And while sober.

He lays her down in her bed and announces he’s going to take her shoes off, giving her enough time to object. “I always catch you staring, you know?” Her thoughts slip off her lips unannounced, but she doesn’t really care. Harry, on the other hand, freezes in his spot, one of her shoes still in hand and with wide eyes he connects their gazes for the second time that night.

“I- I… I’m sorry- I don’t mean to be c-creepy or anything I j-just-“

“Shh.” She cuts him off, his stuttering making its first appearance of the night. “Didn’t say I don’t like it.” She confesses and wiggles her feet so he can resume his actions. Harry’s brain is betraying him more than usual right now. His thoughts are everywhere, not a single coherent answer coming to mind, so he doesn’t do anything but finish helping her out of her shoes in silence.

“Goodn-night, Y/N.” Harry left her apartment that night after carefully placing a soft blanket over her body and making sure she had a glass of water on her nightstand (he didn’t want to snoop around her apartment for some pills for her hangover, so he just left her with the duty of doing that herself in the morning) and laid in bed with so many thoughts running through his head he barely got an hour of sleep that night.

And that went on for a week. Knowing she was sleeping on the other side of the wall makes him more nervous than before now that he knows Y/N is aware of his constant staring – but who would blame him? She really is a sight for sore eyes. Y/N knocks on his door the following Saturday, and he opens it surprised to find her on the other side, mainly because she’s usually out with her friends by now every Saturday (not that he’s constantly waiting to hear her walk on their hallway, but he truly is always sitting on his living room and the thin walls of their apartment complex don’t provide them much privacy).

“Harry, hi.” She offers him the sweetest smile, but there’s a shy and nervous undertone to it this time. “I just wanted to thank you, for helping me the other night.” She clasps her hands together in front of her and nods with a tight lipped smile. “But I also want to apologize, I know I probably made you uncomfortable with uh, some comments I made.” She slightly scrunches her nose, waiting for his reply.

But Harry is, in simple words, speechless. He can’t believe there’s a sober Y/N who just knocked on his door willingly talking to him. Her voice sounds so melodic and Harry just wants to cuddle her and the giant, soft looking green sweater she’s wearing isn’t helping him ease his thoughts. He wants Y/N to hold him while she talks to him with that sweet voice of hers, he wants to hold her small hands and fill her cheeks and mouth with kisses along with every inch of her body -not that she’d ever let him, Harry thought, but a boy can dream-, but most importantly, he wants to learn every single detail about her. How she likes her coffee in the mornings, or if she prefers tea. In which position she sleeps the most comfortable in and if there’s any TV shows she re-watches just because it brings her comfort. He has so many questions he wants to ask her he completely forgets they’d been standing in his threshold for long minutes, with him just staring at her.

“It’s ok, don’t worry.” He says barely above a whisper, and they stay in their positions for a while, again with no words spoken between them, until he finally gains enough courage to ask, “Do you want to come in?” He opens his door a bit wider with a wary look on his face. Y/N nods, her smile widens and makes her eyes sparkle with that glow Harry is still fascinated by.

They sit in the couch with a long distance between them; farther away from the other than any of them like. Y/N does most of the talking, but she truly doesn’t mind – she talks animatedly about this new show Bridgerton she binge watched last night, Harry making mental notes about most things she says. He wants to remember everything, from the way her voice slightly sharpens when she mentions something she suddenly remembers to the way she moves her hands to accompany her speech; he already loves how expressive she is with her face features, and only confirms how he’d listen to her speak for the rest of his life.

Y/N manages to get more words out of him than she expected, and asks for his opinion or thoughts on most things she mentions. She hates making conversation purely about herself, she wants to know about Harry as much as she can. She wishes he would initiate conversation or switch topics with no shame, but she knows she’s asking for too much. This night alone they interacted more than the last three months combined, and Y/N is grateful for it.

Three chapters of FRIENDS had passed when she finds herself scooting a bit closer to him, carefully trying to read his body language. When he stiffens in his position, she turns her head to look at him. His cheeks are tinted a cute shade of pink, and he’s blinking a lot more than he usually does. He places both hands on his thighs and runs them up and down to get rid of the sweat accumulating on them, and he can’t help but gasp when their thighs touch, meaning she scooted even closer. As if that isn’t enough to kill him, she softly rests her head on his shoulder.

“Is this ok?” Y/N whispers, and he forces himself to turn his head to find her eyes, which are already looking up at him. He slowly nods and makes the dumb mistake of looking down at her lips. He feels the hot embarrassment run up his neck and quickly turns to face his TV again, planning on pretending nothing ever happened.

That is, until he feels the soft skin of her palm and gentle fingers grab his jaw, forcing his gaze back on her. That touch alone makes him feel more than any other human has made him feel in his entire life – but it doesn’t compare to the eruption of jitteriness washing through him when her eyes look down at his lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Harry freezes in his spot. He wonders if he heard her correctly, not believing his senses when around her, the possibility of her wanting to kiss him are too low, he thinks, and when he doesn’t respond, she slowly begins to remove her hand from his face, taking a guess on his unspoken rejection. He, for once, reacts quickly enough; he grabs her by her wrist, placing her hand back again in its spot on his jaw, and works enough courage to just go for it. Harry lowers his face to gently envelope her top lip between his own. It’s quick but sweet (just like she had expected their first kiss to be, if she’d ever got lucky enough to experience it) and when he moves away just enough to separate her lips, she wastes no time in connecting them again. This time, the kiss is longer and with more determination than before, and when Harry feels Y/N melt into him, he gains enough confidence to grab her face with both of his hands, deepening the kiss.

They stay enveloped in each other for a while, mouths molding and moving in sync with so many unspoken emotions it feels overwhelming for both – they barely know each other, they’re very aware of it, but the undeniable infatuation they both feel is stronger than they’d ever admit. Y/N feels on her face the long exhale that leaves through Harry’s nose when she softly traces his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, and when he meets her tongue with his, the mood that was settled between them switches drastically – from sweet and innocent to needy and passionate.

Harry isn’t very experienced with kissing, let alone with anything past first base. He’d only made out with a girl all the way back in high school during his senior prom, and the girl was so harsh and desperate Harry knew that moment he wouldn’t ever share an intimate moment with anyone again unless he truly felt something for them. Now, he knows it might seem like he’s rushing things in his heart, but he’d do anything with and for Y/N – but he knows he’s not ready just yet.

His nervousness consumes him again when she moves to straddle his lap, making him whimper at the new position. He shakily places his hands next to her legs on the couch, not sure what is too much and what is ok to do. She runs her hands from his jaw down to his shoulders, and moves them all the way down his arms to his hands, giving them a soft squeeze before placing them on her waist and sliding her own back up again towards his neck, never breaking the kiss.

He unintentionally lets a second whimper leave his mouth when she sits herself down on his lap, creating some friction between their groins. He knows he’s hard – he felt his dick grow in his pants the second she touched his jaw, but knowing Y/N could feel it now put him a tad on edge. He separates their lips; their agitated breathing mixing in between them.

“I- I’ve never…” Harry begins, but he’s having a hard time finding the correct words. Y/N understands almost immediately – she’s not proud to admit she had figured he was unexperienced, feeding the stereotype of shy-ergo-virgin, even though she was correct this time.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want to,” Y/N gives him a soft peck and continues, “you can say no, but I’d love to make you feel good, if you’d let me. We can keep our clothes on.” Y/N suggests. If she has to be honest, she hasn’t dry-humped anyone since high school, but the thought of doing it with Harry lights her insides in animalistic flames.

When Harry timidly nods, she shakes her head with her eyebrows raised in a disapproving look, “Use your words, H.”

“I- I want you to- to do it. I- I trust you.” His stuttering makes Y/N’s insides warm, the fact that she makes him nervous amuses her – she’s certain she’s never made anyone this nervous before, but it is the fact that Harry admitted he trusts her what sends shivers down her spine. All she does in response is roll her hips against his – and when he closes his eyes with a pleasured groan leaving his lips, she does it again. Harry’s grip on her waist lowers to her hips, squeezing the flesh that was subtly beginning to get exposed from all the movement, and when he throws his head back Y/N takes advantage of his exposed neck to finally attach her lips to it. Her hold on one side of his face moves to grip his jaw, turning his head slightly to the side so she can suck on the sweet spot behind his ear still rolling her hips on his, and when she pokes the spot with her tongue to soothe the pleasuring sting, he unconsciously thrusts his hips up to meet hers; Y/N can’t help but smile and leave a trail of sweet, wet kisses from his new deepening bruise to the place where his neck meets his shoulders, repeating her actions there to leave a second bruise.

Harry feels his cock twitch in his pants when Y/N rolls her hips with more pressure, and they both know he’s close - his inexperience making him not last longer than a couple of minutes. “Are you going to cum for me?” Y/N asks him, holding his jaw tightly to keep his gaze on hers, and when he shyly nods she adds, “I want you to look at me when you do it.”

Harry can’t believe what’s going on – he has the most beautiful woman in the word on top of him about to make him cum, and he’s sure he’s going to come so hard he’ll probably have to throw his briefs into the trash. Her gaze staring so intensely into his eyes is what makes his insides finally explode, his eyes seeing white for a moment – with his mouth open ajar and glossy eyes he feels the large amount of cum spurting from his cock, making a mess inside his pants. The pleasure and fullness he feels during this moment is something he has never experienced before, never thinking he would surrender this fast over someone else’s actions. Y/N slows her movements but doesn’t stop for a while, allowing him to empty his insides until he hisses at the friction. Harry hugs her lower back to pull her closer to him, and Y/N lets her head drop to his shoulder so they can both catch their breaths.

They stay like that for a while, hugging each other with Y/N running her hand softly through his chocolate curls and Harry tracing small circles on the small of her back.

“You saved me from a car accident, a year or so ago.” Harry confesses – the pure bliss he’s feeling makes him dizzy and unaware of his words.

“I know. I remember.” Y/N confesses herself, and when Harry’s soft caresses stop at her back, she removes her head from the warm spot on his neck to look at him in the eyes, finding a confused frown in his eyebrows and lips in a small pout – she kisses him soft and quickly, not being able to contain herself. “I figured you either didn’t remember or didn’t bring it up for a reason, so I chose to not mention it.” She shudders and gives him a soft smile.

“Was embarrassed, still am.” Harry whispers with red cheeks, and Y/N’s laugh resonates through his living room, and if he wasn’t already obsessed with her, her laugh completes his way there.

“So cute.” She pecks his lips. “Can’t believe it took us this long to… talk.” Another peck. A knowing look on her face knowing damn well they did more than talking.

“You are too pretty. And intimidating. Can’t even walk in front of you without tripping over my own feet.” Y/N giggles at his confession, finding him even more amusing.

“Do you want to go on a date tomorrow?” Y/N asked, not being able to wait another day to ask. Harry feels his cheeks hurting from all the smiling, but he is too content in this moment.

“I’d love to.”

x

As always, feedback is truly appreciated,

love, Joey.

[iwaisa]

request. a fellow tadashi lover? hey there! could i ask if you could write tadashi(captain tadashi,,,man i love him) and his s/o who’s just insecure as to why tadashi is dating them when there is for example a new manager, and tadashi just shows her how much he loves her? (or them, however you feel most comfortable) nsfw if you wouldn’t mind,,, - anon

a/n. this was 😳😳 very eye opening nonnie,,, and uh- this is why it took me two days to write this 🙈🙈 n e ways i hope you like this and have a great day, angel ! 💘

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- pairing. yamaguchi x female reader

- genre. nsfw ! (there is a plot don’t worry 😌)

- warnings. mentions of insecurities, swearing, protected sex

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she was gorgeous. sleek, long black hair that happened to frame her face perfectly, it seemed. a tall, petit frame that caught your eye no matter where she happened to be. giant, blue eyes, a funny coincidence. one of her parents must have blue eyes. either that, or she’s just an angel.

you sighed in discomfort as she sat next to you on the bench, greeting you with a small wave and a charming smile. even her mannerisms were perfect. you discussed what exactly needed to be completed today, running your finger down the paper on your clipboard. you watched as she stood up to make her way to the equipment room to begin setting up the net and scoreboard. she always happened to be on top of things, even you, where you were desperately clawing to reach her.

“hey f/n!” yamaguchi greeted as he sat next to you, pulling you into a side hug. “hey tadashi,” you mumbled half-mindedly as you tore your attention off the door the second-year manager had just gone through.

yamaguchi leaned forward, attempting to catch your gaze. he watched with nothing but love in his eyes as you brought your bottom lip in between your teeth, nervously chewing on the chapped skin. yamaguchi brought his thumb to your face, pulling your bottom lip out of your teeth. “don’t do that. as cute as it is, you’re gonna bite holes into your lip.”

your gaze softened as you looked at your boyfriend for the first time all day since this morning, your eyes raking over his perfect features. he was absolutely breathtaking, and you wondered what kind of prank he was pulling on you to be dating you.

“angel? you’ve been kinda spacey, is everything okay?” before you could open your mouth to respond, the other manager came back, holding her hands behind her back. “i set everything up, y/n-senpai!”

that was another thing - how polite she was. you cringed inwardly at the use of the honourific, and you attempted to ignore how her voice seemed to get higher now that your boyfriend is around.

“good job, yuna-chan,” you smiled, clapping your hands together before turning towards your boyfriend, “you’re all set.” yamaguchi gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up to round the rest of the team together.

practice was particularly bad that day, as yuna found any chance to ogle at your boyfriend. any compliment towards him that attempted to leave your mouth was quickly interrupted by the second-year, and at one point you felt the need to leave the gymnasium to calm yourself down. of course, that didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, who tried his absolute hardest to keep up his kind façade around the raven-haired girl.

in truth, she was just as annoying to him as she was to you - a feat yamaguchi has talked about behind closed doors with you many times. there were some days she acted simply like a kind-hearted girl who only wanted to help out, but other times it seemed as though she was planning to slowly break you down in order to get to yamaguchi. today however, it seemed as though she was succeeding.

practice had ended, and you were still wandering around the empty school, attempting to calm yourself by basking in the orange and yellow colours that coated the hallways of karasuno high school. of course, that ended fairly quickly as well, as you watched yuna bound towards you from down the hallway.

“y/n-senpai! practice just ended!” you simply gave a nod, crossing your arms over your chest as you talked to the girl. your scowl deepened as she talked your ear off, complimenting each of the players and stating how each of them have improved drastically since the beginning of the year. however, you noticed how her face seemed to grow red whenever she mentioned ‘yamaguchi-senpai.’ the straw that managed to break the camel's back, however, was a backhanded compliment she managed to hide by her sweet face.

“also, your school uniform makes you look so good! it makes you look far thinner as well.”

you gritted your teeth as you watched her bound away back from where she came, sighing in frustration as she finally left your vision. you crouched down, burying your head in your arms as her words repeated in your head.

“angel?” you snapped your head to the side in time to see your boyfriend crouch down next to you, a worried look etched onto his face. “let’s go back to my place, okay? maybe you could sleep over, you know, since it’s a friday?” his lips quirked into a mischievous smile, but you simply didn’t notice, as your mind was running with thoughts of yuna. you nodded as you took his hand to help you up, a noise of surprise leaving your throat as he dipped you towards the ground and gave you a peck on the lips. “i love you, angel.”

your heart warmed up at his gesture and his words, a smile finally making its way onto your lips, to which yamaguchi cheered that he finally made you show him your pretty smile.

“tadashi?” the olive-haired male hummed as he finished pulling his shirt over his head, not missing the way your eyes traveled to his glistening abs, a sign from his previous shower. you brought your lower lip back in between your teeth, nervously biting at the skin. you hesitated once more before finally letting your questions spill out.

“why are you with me? what’s so special about… me?”

yamaguchi snapped his head to lock eyes with you, his mouth hanging open in surprise. his eyes never left your face, and you quickly began growing uncomfortable. “what?” you muttered as he slowly made his way to where you were sat on his bed. he plucked your phone from your hands, shutting it off and setting it on his nightstand.

“what’s so special about you?” he murmured, sitting next to you, patting his lap for you to sit on. you were hesitant to swing your leg over his, awkwardly placed atop his thighs. his hands rested atop your bare skin, his thumbs drawing soft circles, causing your face to heat up.

“you’re absolutely gorgeous. not only that, but you’re the most kind-hearted, hilarious, most intelligent girl i’ve ever met. you’re my first love, and i’m absolutely in awe that i get to experience everything for the first time with the girl of my dreams. i love you, f/n.”

he smiled up at you, his eyes full of nothing but love as he stares back at the girl who has managed to steal his heart back in your first year of high school. yet, three years later, and he still wakes up each morning wondering what godly thing he did in his past life that gave him the opportunity to be able to wake up to your beautiful face at his door.

his fingers swiped the escaped tears off your cheeks, his heart warming at how you leaned into his touch. “so, so gorgeous,” he murmured as he used his fingers to pull your lips down to meet his, capturing you in a searing kiss. your hands moved to wrap around his neck, returning the kiss with just as much fervor, if not more. your fingers twirled his olive strands, and his fiddled with the hem of your skirt, your skin burning up at his touch.

his hands reached around to your ass, pulling you even closer to his chest. his fingers lingered, kneading the soft skin as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out of your mouth as he rubbed his hands over your ass, kissing you hungrily.

“beautiful,” he mumbled once more, angling his head to nip at the skin of your neck, attacking it with lust-filled lovebites. you subconsciously began rocking your hips, the feeling of the outline of his hardened cock perfectly lining up with your cunt sending you reeling. his beautiful moans reverberated against your throat, the two of you moaning in unison as arousal pooled in both of your bellies.

“want you now,” he mumbled, his hands sliding up from your thigh to make its way towards your soaking cunt. you moaned in agreement, grabbing his hand and finally pressing it onto your clit, his fingers automatically rubbing circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. “want you too, tadashi,” you moaned, causing his cock to twitch underneath his sweatpants, yearning for release from its confines.

your hand slipped from his neck, down his chest, until it reached the waistband of his sweats, desperately tugging them down along with his boxers until his leaking cock sprung up, thudding against his clothed stomach. he let out a breathy shudder as the cold air hit his cock, his fingers quickly moving to push your panties aside.

you leaned over to open the drawer of his nightstand, frantically pulling a condom out of the box he has hidden. yamaguchi pumped his length a few times, the feeling causing him to jump, his face growing pink as you giggled at his eagerness.

you watched as he slipped the rubber down his length, your middle and forefinger continuing to rub circles onto your clit as you prepped yourself, knowing the stretch would sting no matter how many times the two of you have done this.

as he finished ensuring the condom felt snug against his cock, you brought yourself onto your knees, your dripping cunt just inches away from his angry reddened tip. you buried your face into your boyfriend’s neck as his hands rested on your hips, slowly guiding yourself down onto his length, groaning as you circled your hips on his tip. the feeling of him finally filling you up was breathtaking, your whines mixed with his breathy moans being the only sounds in his bedroom. thank goodness, you thought, for his parents being away.

you were finally fully situated atop him, his tip barely kissing your cervix. his hands cradled your back as he continued pressing kisses onto your neck, smirking as he noticed all of the red marks he knew you would have fun covering up the next day. maybe it’s good you’ll have a hard time covering them, he thought. maybe now when yuna sees she’ll finally understand that he’s taken.

yamaguchi untucked the hem of your shirt from your skirt, prompting you to pull it over your head. once you did, his fingers made quick work of unbuckling your bra, letting a soft moan slip out of his lips as he watched your gorgeous breasts spill out of the cups.

he flung your shirt somewhere across his bedroom, quickly taking one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling the bud as his hands moved back to rest on your ass. his grip tightened, prompting you to bounce on his cock as his mouth moved from one breast to the other.

your moans got higher and louder as yamaguchi bounced you on his cock, his eyes watching as your own squeezed shut, the feeling of his veiny cock through the condom rubbing against your walls overwhelming you.

yamaguchi pulled your chin down by his pointer finger to slot his lips between yours once more, his tongue locking with yours. your hand slid down to pleasure your neglected clit, hurtling you closer to your high as his length continued sliding in and out of your cunt.

yamaguchi dug his heels into the bed, now taking complete control as he relentlessly pistoned his cock up into your cunt, pulling away from your lips to watch your expression grow even more fucked-out.

“tadashi, tadashi,” you repeated, the coil in your stomach unravelling embarrassingly quickly. yamaguchi’s hips sped up, attempting to chase his own high. his hands grabbed at any skin he could, his fingers borderline bruising your skin as he kneaded your ass.

“‘m close, angel,” he murmured, bringing you closer to his chest as he rested his reddened face against your collarbone. “me too, tadashi,” you drew out his name, drifting off into a whine as his cock hit that spongy spot inside of you, sending you reeling as your orgasm hit you.

your body shook against his as he continued thrusting up into you, desperately attempting to reach his release. it finally happened when he watched you lean back, palms resting against his bedsheets as you moved your hips in sync with his. he watched your breasts bounce with the force of your hips meeting his, which was the last thing he saw before his eyes squeezed shut, feeling his cock twitch inside you as he released thick ropes of his cum inside the condom.

a string of curses fell out of his mouth as he continued cumming, opening his eyes to see your fucked-out expression watching his own. “fuck, angel, you’re so so beautiful,” he sighed, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. “so perfect. so gorgeous. i love you,” he finished, sighing in contentment as his breathing finally slowed, his hands moving to grip your hips once more.

he was slow but careful in pulling you off his softening cock, laying you down onto his bed as he stood up to toss the condom into the bin and pull his boxers back on. he studied your exhausted figure as he reached into his closet to grab a cloth, walking back over to the bed.

he leaned over you as he cleaned you up, grabbing his sweatpants off the floor and pulling them over your exposed legs. once he was finished tossing the cloth into his hamper, he climbed underneath the covers, pulling you into his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“i love you, angel. it’ll only ever be you. no one else, especially not yuna-chan, so you don’t need to worry about her. plus, she’s not my type,” he whispered into your ear as he brushed your hair back, his gaze locked lovingly onto your peaceful expression. you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, your fingers moving towards the nape of his neck to play with his baby hairs once more.

“i love you too, tadashi. sorry i left practice today, she just… made me feel like i wasn’t deserving of your love. she also basically said that i looked fat in my uniform.”

yamaguchi’s body tensed, and you opened your eyes fully to see his gaze grow irritated. “you know, we only need one manager. i’m firing her on monday.” you let out a giggle at his firm words, your heart warming at his protective nature.

“that’s a good idea, captain.” he felt his face grow warm at the title, still not being used to it after months of receiving his jersey. “hush now. go to sleep. i love you,” he sighed, pressing another kiss to the crown of your head, his gaze softening as he watched you slowly drift off to sleep.

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