#he followed you around a small gathering like a lost puppy

[stnexus]

anyone else thinking about sundress szn with art? anklets on and his mind constantly racing with thoughts of your feet near his ears. kissing at your neatly polished toes. spitting on your exposed clit as he fucks into you. his hands sliding up and down your thighs, groaning and whining about how he’s been dreaming about touching you all day? no? just me?

[serendipitylily]

Screwin’ Around

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Summary:: Daryl finally gets tired of your teasing (inspired by my favorite season 3 carol/daryl moment)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, p in v, no use of y/n, not proofread

word count: 2.1k

The group had been running all of the harsh winter after a herd of walkers had come and destroyed the Greene’s family farm in a fiery horror. Weeks of running and hiding, trying their best to survive. Everyone was exhausted and scared, running on fumes. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping them going. Everyone except for Daryl Dixon. He seemed to be in his element out here, as if he was born to be surviving like this. 

Daryl usually scouted ahead on his motorcycle, checking for any trouble they might run into. He would return to the group with food for the night, and you quickly became accustomed to the chalky taste of fire charred armadillo. 

You noticed how well Daryl seemed to thrive, and decided to stick close to him. He seemed indifferent about you, not taking the time to spare you a look while you followed him around.

The days went on as you shadowed his every move, learning about how he could survive so well. Daryl slowly became accustomed to your presence, despite how annoying he found you. He started to teach you some skills like how to track and skin animals. “If you spent as much time cleaning yourself like you do that crossbow you might smell better” You had teased him one evening. Just like every other time you said something to him, he would simply scowl and grumble. 

The two of you continued to stick together, or as Daryl would say you were “following him like a lost puppy.” That was until the group had stumbled upon their salvation, a prison. Of course, it was overrun by the undead. You all worked together to clear it, finally having a safe place for the first time in weeks. 

The group was celebrating, all gathered around a large fire pit and chatting. You decided to sleep in one of the guard offices, wanting a roof over your head. Feeling generous, you invited Daryl to join you, “Come on Dixon, even you could use a break. I’ve got an extra sleeping bag with your name on it.” Daryl looked at you with annoyance before he begrudgingly accepted. 

You creaked open the door and walked into the small guard room. The place hadn’t been touched in months and it was a shocking difference from the places you had slept before. You laid out the tattered bedrolls on the ground, making sure to leave ample space between the two. 

Daryl threw his bag and crossbow down in the corner of the room, you watched how his muscles flexed as he did so. You settled down into your sleeping bag, and kicked your muddy boots off to the side. 

The room was cloaked in darkness, the only light a faint flickering in through the window from the distant campfire. The silence was heavy, except the soft rustle of your movement as you settled in. 

Your body had given in to the exhaustion as your eyes fluttered shut and your breathing slowed. It didn’t last long however, you found yourself struggling to stay asleep. 

It was the middle of the night by now, frustrated from your inability to fall asleep you sit up with your back against the cold wall. Your gaze turns to the side as you hear Daryl stirring. The fire outside was burning low now, and you could just barely make out his silhouette as he sat up as well. 

“Can’t sleep?” You questioned, your voice low and soft. He nods and grunts, his eyes glancing over at you. “Me either. It’s too quiet” you admitted to him. “Feels too… normal.” 

“Normal” Daryl scoffed at the word. “Ain’t nothin’ normal ‘bout the world anymore.” You nodded in agreement, nothing could ever truly make you feel normal or safe again. 

As the two of you sat in silence, you couldn’t help but study the man you had grown close to over the past weeks. He could feel your eyes burning into his skin as you stared at the imprint of his muscles under his sleeve. 

“Pretty romantic don’t you think?” You said to him, leaning forward slightly. “Wanna screw around?” A small smirk on your lips as you teased him. You knew that he would probably just brush you off or tell you to shut up. 

To your shock, he answered; “Oh yeah?” His voice was low and husky. You could feel your face heat up at his remark, not prepared for him to actually reply. 

“Uh well-“ you tried to respond, but your brain had stopped functioning. Daryl moved over to where you sat and leaned in close to you. His eyes locked onto yours, his presence becoming overwhelming. 

His lips moved down next to your face, “What, lost your nerve girl?” He murmured into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. Your lips parted as you attempted to say something, anything. The only sound that managed to leave your lips was a small whimper. 

“I seen the way you been lookin’ at me,” Daryl moved his large and calloused hand to cradle the side of your neck while his thumb stroked your cheek. You closed your eyes tightly, wondering if this was really happening. 

His voice was a low grumble, “You ain’t gotta say nothin’” you could feel your heart pounding as he spoke. “No point in pretendin’ anymore.” You swallowed hard, your throat dry. The way he was looking down on you made you shrink under his gaze. His hand tightened slightly on your neck, gently bringing you back to the reality of his touch against your skin. “You sure you want this?” He whispered against your skin. 

“Yes,” you said back, you could feel your face growing red with anticipation. Daryl pulled back, a small smirk on his lips as his hands moved to the hem of your shirt. He tugged it up and over your head in a swift movement. He paused for a moment as his eyes moved to study your exposed skin with a hunger that made you shiver. 

Daryl moved down quickly, capturing your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered shut and both of your bodies pressed together, you slung your arms around his neck to pull him in. You could hear ringing in your ears as his tongue slipped against your bottom lip, you parted them slightly to allow him access. His large hands roamed your body, stroking and grabbing at your flesh. You inhaled his scent, the mix of musk, leather and smoke mingling in your nostrils. 

His mouth moved down to your jawline, peppering hot kisses against your skin. You groaned loudly in response, your body arching and begging for more. Daryl’s hands moved lower to the hem of your jeans, sending electricity through your body. 

He pushed your back flush against the cold wall, the contrast between the chill and the heat of your bodies together heightened your senses. You felt his lips move down your throat, the stubble of his beard scratching against your skin as his mouth went to your navel. Daryl’s fingers moved to the button’s on your jeans and quickly undid them, promptly tugging your jeans off. 

The cold air hit your legs as Daryl tossed your jeans aside. He ran his hands up your thighs, his calloused and rough hands gliding over your skin. Your breaths were soft and ragged, you could see a hunger in Daryl’s eyes that made your core ache. 

His lips met yours again, kissing you rough and urgently. His large hands found your waist and pressed your harder against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Once again his lips traveled down to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin while leaving marks you knew would last for days. 

“You still with me girl?” Daryl pulled back slightly, whispering into your skin. All you could manage was a nod, too overwhelmed to make a coherent sentence. He smirked at you, his hand snaking down to your cotton panties, teasing the edge of them with his fingers. He slipped his hand underneath the fabric, his finger’s finding your slick heat. You let out a guttural moan and felt your body tense as he explored your folds. “So wet for me” he said, a smirk on his lips. 

All you could do was nod frantically as he found your bundle of nerves. He set an excruciatingly slow pace, stroking and teasing you. Your hips bucked against his touch, begging for more. Daryl pressed two fingers firmly against your bud and began to circle it rhythmically, occasionally dipping back into your folds. You threw your head back and stabled yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders. 

Daryl suddenly withdrew his hand, making your whimper in frustration. Before you could say anything, he hooked his fingers around the side of your panties and pulled them off in one fluid motion. “Ain’t done with you yet.” He growled. 

He pushed himself between your legs, you could feel his hard bulge through the rough material of his jeans as he grinded against your sensitive heat. Your hands moved to the button’s of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin on yours. He helped you and shrugged the fabric off of him, exposing his hard muscles underneath. Your fingers traced his chest, feeling how his body tensed under your touch. 

Daryl undid his belt, looking down at you as it hit the floor with a clang. He pushed his jeans down, exposing his throbbing cock. You moaned as you saw his hand move to stroke the girthy length, the tip glistened with pre-cum. He moved to position himself between your legs and rubbed the tip along your wet folds with a groan. 

“This what you want?” He questioned, his eyes scanning yours. You nodded again, your body tensing with anticipation. 

“Use your words girl” Daryl commanded you, his voice hard. 

“Yes please” you whimpered, your voice heavy with need. That was all he needed before filling you up with a slow thrust of his hips.You could feel his body tensing with the effort it was taking him not to start fucking you wildly.

“Fuck” He hissed as he completely sheathed himself inside you. He began to move, rocking his hips back and forth. Your arms reached out to his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh, his cock stretching and filling you. Daryl’s hands gripped your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he thrust into you. He starts slowly, allowing your walls to mold around the shape and size of his cock. 

His dark hair falls over his face as he towers over you, pinning your body with his muscular one. “Daryl-” you whimpered, barely able to form more than one word as he continued to thrust into you.

“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice a low growl in your ear.

“Daryl,” you gasped out, your voice breaking as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. He rewarded you quickly by driving himself even deeper into you. His cock easily slid in and out of your slick, leaving you gripping his shoulders for support, your nails biting into his skin.

Every thrust made your body shudder, the knot in your stomach tightening with each roll of his hips. "That's it," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as he kept his relentless pace. "Just like that." He groaned your name as your hips bucked up to meet his movements, loving the friction between your bodies. 

"Daryl-" You whimpered once again, feeling the pleasure building up within you. He cursed, pounding into you with a newfound intensity. His rough, calloused hands rubbed against you as he fucked you up against the wall.

"Soon," Daryl warned you as he leaned in to nip at your neck. You could feel your release building, your core tightening painfully. 

You let out a deep moan, your body shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm waved over you. Your walls clenched and throbbed around his hard cock. Seeing you unravel underneath him sent a shock through him, his hips snapping hard against your skin. His cock twitched inside you as he reached his finish. Your hips bucked against his, his body shuddering as he came deep inside you. His hot seed spilled deep inside you. His body was trembling against yours, every muscle flexing as he came down from his orgasm. 

Daryl pulled out of you, his seed dripping from your folds onto the floor as he collapsed beside you, breathing heavily. You closed your eyes tightly, your breathing ragged as you tried to catch your breath. Neither of you spoke for a moment, both of your bodies relaxing from the intense coupling. 

Daryl moved to lay next to you, his calloused hand found yours, intertwining your fingers together with surprising gentleness. "Rest," he ordered, his voice heavy with exhaustion. You smiled softly, a warmth spreading through your chest.

Your eyes fluttered shut, falling into a peaceful sleep with Daryl next to you.

[luminiamore]

I'm in an Eren mood, and just found your bomb fics🫶🏾!! I was wondering if you can do a tomboy/boxer(or weight lifter) reader who has a smart mouth with Eren, they're really competitive and always arguing(jokingly, because they both have smart mouths) it can smut or not whatever you feel🩷🩷

SUCKER.

best friend eren x boxer black reader

warnings: ex jean, eren HATES jean, pussy eating, recording, great sex/mean ren

a/n: doing a part two 🫶🏾

masterlist

Friday night, 11 p.m.

A small gathering was taking place while you were at Connie’s house. Your friends, including your annoying best friend Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Historia, her girlfriend Ymir, and your ex-boyfriend, Jean, were there. Your use of the term ‘friend’ for him is rather polite. You were here, drinking rather than mentally preparing for your match in the upcoming week at home.

You were lying on the couch. Eren lazily leaned his head on your lap, entertaining himself with random Instagram reels on his phone while holding a bottle of Cognac in his unaccompanied hand. Card games were being played by the rest of the crowd to entertain themselves. As you were all quite drunk, Connie made the decision to introduce a drinking game.

“Not gon’ play with them?” He whispers, the sound still rumbling against your exposed thighs.

You sigh, actually contemplating it. You probably would’ve said no if you were sober —scratch that—you definitely would’ve said no. You know that Eren wouldn’t play unless you did. His ego is too big to admit it, but he followed you around like a lost puppy. The only reason he came here was because of you.

“I might. Join me? We should keep a score to see who gets the most points.” You grin, head spinning when you abruptly shift your position.

“Compelling. What kind of points?”

“Isn’t this game like you have to answer a question or drink? I get to drive your beamer for a week if I answer the most questions. And you have to buy me new gloves for my match.” You poke his shoulder as you speak. You see his eyebrows raise up in amusement.

He snorts, “And what do I get if I win?”

“What do you want? And don’t say nothing crazy, I’ll fuck you up.”

At that, he gives an amused laugh, “Girl, please. You can’t even reach my face. Short ass.”

You flick his forehead with your finger, snickering when he groans a bit. “Reached it now, didn’t I?”

“You’re not funny. Nobody laughed, actually.”

“I did. Now, answer the question, fore’ I do it again.”

You get an eye roll and a sly smile on his pink lips as if he has come up with some devious plan. You would’ve started regretting this, but you’re not a quitter. You started this shit, and you’re gonna finish it through.

“You have to do anything I say for a week.”

You suck your teeth, “We not in some video on Pornhub, boy. Be for real.”

“Any video starring you and me in it would have Hollywood rushing to put it on the big screen. You be for real.”

That renders you silent. For a moment, no one says anything. Eren just stares intently into your eyes, waiting for your response.

“.. That’s what you want?”

“That’s what I want.”

There’s nothing much to say after that. You push Eren’s head up so you can stand, ass jiggling in the shorts you were wearing. As if by magic, he follows behind you, with you failing to notice his gaze drifting downwards to give your ass a drooling gaze.

They gathered in the living room and sat in a nearly perfect circle. You opted to seat yourself right next to where Sasha was sitting. Eren, of course, shoved Jean, who was sitting on the opposite side, to sit next to you. You would have said something before you and Jean broke up, but that isn’t your man.

Your relationship with Eren was a source of jealousy for him, leading to your split. For years, you and Eren had been friends; you had practically grown up together. Your moms had been friends, so by default, you two started hanging out every single day since grade school. The two of you were very close, extremely close. You slept in the same bed together; he was your first kiss, and you were his. You even lived in the same apartment.

You’re not oblivious. At least you don’t think you are. It was always clear to you that having a boyfriend would necessitate changes. The act of sleeping in the same bed and cuddling with Eren would necessitate changing. Eren reluctantly understood, but there are times when you wake up in the morning and find him fast asleep on your stomach.

Every day, Jean would complain about Eren being too close to you and how he doesn’t like him living with you. He suggested that you move in with him a month after you started dating. You two hadn’t even fucked yet.

You would never drop Eren, he was too important to you. So, it’s safe to say your relationship with Jean didn’t last long.

You ignore his gaze on you as you giggle at something Sasha said. Connie finally comes back with a stack of cards that say ‘Truth or Drink: Dirty and Sex Edition’ and a bottle of Hennessy.

“Ya’ll know the drill, answer the question, or take a shot. Don’t be pussy, though.” He addresses the group over music playing.

The game gets off to a fast start. The questions began simple, such as ‘Are you a virgin?’ or ‘How many bodies do you have?’ These are not things that should make anyone feel ashamed. Eventually, they became a bit more intimate, at least for you. You had 9 points, and Eren was in the lead with 12 points.

“Your turn, (☆).” Connie addresses you.

After pulling a card from the pile, the next question causes your breath to pause. Swiping the bottle, you take a deep breath to prepare yourself for the burn this drink will give you.

You’re stopped short by Eren, “Aht— you gotta tell us what the question says.”

“Not important.” You take a sip, gagging when the flavor finally hits your mouth. You’re too occupied to notice Eren quickly removes the card from your lap. When he reads it out loud, you almost choke on your spit.

“Have you ever hooked up with a friend?” In response to the rest of the group’s ‘Ooohs,’ he snickers at you.

You smack his head lightly, “Asshole.”

“Who you fucked, girl?” Sasha pokes at you. The attention is entirely on you, causing your face to flush in embarrassment.

“I plead the fifth.”

“Was it Eren?” Jean’s voice prompts a quick turn of your head. He looked so angry, so ticked that he could explode if you said one wrong word. You answered to avoid causing a scene,

“No.”

You’re nearly afraid to look at Eren, yet you realize he’s staring at you. His gaze was burning on the side of your face, making you squirm. Jean’s scoffing shows he didn’t believe you, but you’re not here to argue with your ex. Connie recognizes that you no longer want to talk about it, so he turns the spotlight on him when he pulls another card.

You’re about to send a grateful glance to him for that, but your body stiffens when Eren whispers in your ear,

“You just gonna lie to him like that?”

You grit your teeth, keeping your voice as low as possible, “Shut up.”

“What, you gonna protect his feelings?” Eren’s energy is condescending and irritable, to say the least.

“I’m protecting your frail ass ego. Wouldn’t want to embarrass you when I tell them you didn’t even make me cum.” You lie through your teeth, smirking, thinking you won.

You almost yelp when you feel a pinch on the side of your hips, “C’mon, mama. Your body never lies, especially not to me. Remember those pretty moans clear as day— ‘Oh, daddy! Right there— gonna cu-’”

Your hand covers his mouth, and you’re about to smack him again when you feel that stupid, cunning smile against your hand. You pause and sigh in relief when you realize that no one has heard him, as they’re too preoccupied with Sasha, who’s indulging in the bottle. No one except Jean, who’s practically seething in anger as he glares at Eren.

- -

It was now one in the morning. Most people were passed out because of how drunk they were. Only you, Eren, and Jean were awake, with Jean nearing sleep while staring at his phone. It goes without saying that Eren won the bet; he had no shame when it came to his sexual innuendos.

You’re about to get up from your seat on the floor, but Eren’s grip on your waist doesn’t loosen. You try to look at him but realize he’s not even paying attention to you. Instead, his eyes are intently focused on the shorts you’re wearing with a frown.

“You good?” You speak, thinking that your sudden voice will dislodge his gaze.

“Hmm. These shorts aren’t easy access.”

That’s the message the liquors are trying to convey -- it must be. You and Eren only slept together once, but you assured him that it was a mistake that wouldn’t happen again to keep your friendship intact. He handled it well, perhaps too well. Almost like he was expecting you to say that. As if you hadn’t experienced heaven on Earth that night, you both returned to your normal lives.

“Eren, there are people here.” You whisper rather harshly.

He unbuttons the only button on your garments, “I don’t see anyone.”

“Jean is right there.”

“..Anyone important.”

Your eyes widen when he plays with the hem of your peaking panties now that your shorts are loose. He’s so stealthy with it, too, like he’s not doing anything wrong. You have to snap out of it when you realize you’re in a room full of friends. You slap his hand,

“We’re not doing this here.”

His response is quick, “Oh, so if we weren’t here, you would?”

“If you two are gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else?” Jean is downright peeved by the sexual tension that is erupting between you two. At this point, he’s just annoyed. Annoyed that his suspicions were confirmed. You two are definitely more than just friends.

You freeze, failing to remember that he was still awake for a moment.

“Jean, it’s not like that-”

“It is like that. I might take you up on that offer, Jean boy.” Eren abruptly ends your sentence with a gleaming smile, making it clear that he’s only trying to annoy him. He’s petty like that. You’re tempted to hit him again.

“No, it’s not. Stop being petty-”

Eren turns to you abruptly, eyes zeroed in on your lips. His voice is purposely loud so Jean can hear precisely what he’s saying to you. “Will you let me eat your pussy again if we leave here, (☆)?”

You gasp, your pussy tightening a bit at how desperate his tone is. You really want to say yes, but you know that’s the liquor talking. It has to be. Jean scoffs, pulling you out of your daze.

You scowl and push his hands off you, “I’m leaving, and I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

When you stumble to stand, he watches you, his eyes fixed on the fatness of your ass and its movement. These shorts are a favorite of his. He sighs, his lips twitching as he speaks,

“Can I-”

“No.” And with that, you stumble off to the room, making sure to lock the door behind you.

Eren makes the decision to return to the couch in the living room to sleep. Jean’s eyes never leave him all the time, and when he catches him staring, he doesn’t fail to stare back,

“The fuck are you looking at?”

Monday afternoon, 3 p.m.

“Imma be real with you. I’m all for equality and shit, but seriously, you hit like a girl.”

The deep voice of your best friend flutters in your ears as you throw another punch at the hand he’s holding up. You’re both in the boxing ring at your local gym, practicing for your next match.

As always, your best friend is there to help you and throw some lighthearted insults your way.

“Eren, please don’t get fucked up.”

He gives a laugh, a genuine one that makes you roll your eyes, “Oh yeah? With those weak ass hits? Forgive me if I’m not shaking in my shoes right now.”

You throw another hit at his wrapped-up hand, harder this time. You can tell by the way his unwavering hands move a little. You grit your teeth at the fact that he doesn’t wholly stumble back.

“Yo,’ ass was damn sure shaking in your shoes when I almost folded you.”

“So, we lying now?” That little smirk that was forming on his face never backed down.

It almost irritates you how arrogant he is. Connie and Eren always get into these friendly play fights, never anything serious. But that’s just your best friend. If anything, you would probably chew up any other person with your mouth. Connie, for example. Not Eren, though; he always had something to say back.

“Every word that comes out your mouth is a lie.” Your whisper

“You not any better.”

You hit his hand again, “Now, what the hell are you yapping about.”

“Why would you lie to your little boyfriend yesterday?” His voice is low and calculated as he questions you. He was getting heated again.

“Ex. And I’m not sorry. I didn’t want to tell the man who’s been worried about us the entire time we dated that I got your dick wet.”

“Dated. Past tense. So, why the fuck are you worried about it?” Now, he holds your hands to prevent you from moving.

You huff, “I’m not rude, Eren. I have no beef with the man. Now, let’s keep practicing, please.”

You think he’s going to release your hands, but he only stares at you. Your heart is racing. Does he really feel upset about this?

It seems he is because Eren pulls your body out of the ring and drags you to the nearest locker room. The gym is closed today, only opened to the two of you because he’s friends with the owner. Now that he has you to himself, he has no worries about anyone ruining this moment.

You would have protested; your resolve is usually stronger than this. But it’s Eren. Your Eren. Your best friend who happens to be really good with his tongue, his fingers, and that absolute monster in between his legs.

Fuck it feels so electric when his tongue laps in between your wet folds, your body squirming on the bench he seated you on. You can’t stop twitching, your arousal just overflowing on his tongue.

“Thought this was a mistake? ‘It can never happen again’, that’s what you said right?” He lightly bites on your clit, relishing in the gasp you emit.

“Look at you now, letting it happen again.”

He pushes two fingers past your walls and rapidly moves them in and out, grazing your spongy spot. They’re curling inside you, and with every stroke, you feel yourself falling more into a haze. Your eyes start crossing as Eren stirs up your insides.

You whimper out, “S-Shut up. Shitt.”

“Oh, no. You’re gonna listen t’me today. Maybe we should send a video to Jean, show him everything he could never do to you.”

You hate yourself for it, but the thought of it gets you even wetter for some reason. With the way your best friend chuckles against your core as the squelching sounds coming from you get louder, he can tell, too. Your pretty brown pussy is just splashing on his face, he’s in love with it— in love with you.

He rasps out breathily, “Wet my face, baby.”

Your face twists as he works his fingers against your cervix. The sounds coming from you are simply divine. The heat in your stomach is palpable, and the heat in every crevice of your body is sizzling and electrified.

“Want me to fuck you, right? Cum then, (☆).”

It’s as if your body knows what he’s saying because you release immediately. Your body shakes when you squirt. Your addicting juices spraying all over his fingers— his face. Eren slurps up everything you have to offer, and its sounds are just so obscene that you’re sure anyone would know what’s going on if they just walked by the door. Your loud moans would probably give it away, too.

Eren deliberately takes his time creeping up to your panting lips and pulling his thick fingers out of your walls. Your breath is sucked out of your lungs when he kisses your lips. The taste of your essence makes your pussy drip as he sucks on your tongue. You love it, so drunk off the taste of him.

You frantically pull his hips onto yours, unaware that he’s already pulled his dick out. It’s not much for his tip to force itself inside of you. He has to do most of the work to fuck the rest of his inches in. You’re gasping against his lips, trying to moan, but he won’t let you. Every time, he swallows them.

It’s torture. He’s so thick that it stings a little. He gets a little impatient and slams into you all at once. Screaming in a muffled voice, you quickly press your hands on his stomach. He’s making your pussy sing some nasty noises that make you feel so good.

You’re squirming your body as Eren starts feeding you gut-punching stokes. That won’t do.

With a harsh grip on your wrists, he pushes them above your head with one hand. “I couldn’t make you cum, right?”

You huff, your eyes rolling back in your head when he abuses your cervix. It’s too late for you to realize when Eren takes out your phone. He knows your password and keeps thrusting in you when he opens Jean’s message thread. He scoffs when he realizes you haven’t yet blocked and deleted his number.

That catches your attention as your eyes struggle to settle on him, “W-What are you doing?”

He shuts you up by speeding up his movements. Shit. You almost choke on your spit when he leans his body on you so hard your legs are reaching your ears. The only inkling you get that he’s recording is when your ears catch on the sound it makes when he presses that red button.

You don’t stop him or even struggle against his hold. You can only morph your face into pleasurable expressions as he makes you feel euphoria. He sets your phone on the wall behind the bench, and he can see it’s showcasing the both of you. Good.

Eren, let’s go of your wrists to use both hands to press on the back of your thighs into the wood underneath you. You feel him deeper this way, his bulge pressing against your stomach every time his tip touches your womb. He finds joy in the fact that the camera captured that.

“Ren— baby— I’m g-gonna make another mess.” You whine, pressing on his stomach to stave off your impending orgasm—it does nothing. Nothing, but make him push harder so you can feel how deep he’s going.

“Go on then. Show the camera how messy you get for me and only me.”

Your breathing stutters, “Only you— fuckkk. S’too m-much”

“You love me, baby?”

You cum right then, choking on your moans as you barely get your words out, “Love you so much.”

He groans against your ears when he fills your pussy with his seed. It’s so much, too, so thick, you feel as if it’s coming out your throat. This is what you craved the most, the feeling of his cum stuffing you. You’ve dreamed about this since he did it for the first time.

Feeling worn out, you are basking in the afterglow while breathing heavily. Eren never takes his dick out of you, but he takes this moment to end the video and quickly sends it to Jean with a small message accompanying it,

she lied, lol. 😂

[mythicmanuscripts]

SUB!AEGON HEADCANNONS

Alright since I just wrote sub!aemond headcannons, I think it's only fair that I follow it up with the same for Aegon! If you like what you see here, check out my blog to read my other works and feel free to send some requests or thoughts of your own!

Needless to say, NSFW content under the cut

right so firstly, needy. This will be a surprise to absolutely no one.

Aegon is in a constant state of whiny, pathetic horniness that leaves him whimpering and whining and tugging at your dress until you give him some attention.

From the very first time you show even the slightest bit of dominance towards him, he's obsessed. He's immediately following you around like a lost puppy.

You have to be harsh with him, and he actually thrives when you're so strict with him?

Aegon struggles a lot with both not feeling good enough and also feeling guilty and like a disappointment. So when you give him orders and he accomplishes them of course he feels great, but more importantly, when he breaks a rule and you punish him, then he actually feels so much better afterwards?

You use spanking the most. At first you tried to use silent treatment or not touching him as punishment first but both of those ended in Aegon sobbing into your chest because he thought you didnt love him anymore, so you don't do that again and always use spank him.

You spank him until his poor ass is bright red and he's crying and clutching a pillow as he's bent over your knee. But then, then when it's finished? Then you gently help him up and let him cuddle into your chest, kiss the top of his head and tell him he took his punishment so well and you forgive him and it's like he can physically feel a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

In fact sometimes you will need to spank him so that he can forgive himself and move on? Like maybe he'll do something stupid during a small council meeting or something and even though you arent upset with him, you take him over your knee anyway because otherwise he'll beat himself up for it until he ends up drowning his sorrows in wine.

Speaking of wine, Aegon's alcohol consumption is not even a quarter of what it was before. It's so much less that the master of coin actually starts ordering less wine for the castle.

Having heard so much about Aegon's notorious drinking, you thought it would be impossible to get him to lessen his drinking, but it turns out that it was actually extremely easy. You just tell him that if he wants to please you he needs to drink less, and instantly he's doing his level best.

Maybe you even control his wine consumption? You're the only one who can fill his glass and he can't drink wine without permission and he actually thrives?

Oh also, he's obsessed with you. His mood sours if he doesn't see you for an hour. He is so so so needy and he will make it absolutely everyone else's problem if he can't find you.

Also he wants to be fucked. If you don't have the equipment for that, then he will order some ivory or jade objects shaped like dildos and he will whine and beg and cry as you fuck him with them.

Also you have to overstimulate him at least twice a week, if you don't he will be utterly insufferable. And I don't just mean make him cum twice, I mean overstimulate him until he is sobbing and begging for mercy, until his poor cock can't even produce anything for his final orgasm.

And then you just have to gather him into your arms, letting him snuggle and kiss your neck and let out little whines until he's calmed down enough for you to haul him into a bath.

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Hello! I was wondering if i could request a Zoro or a Law x gn! or m!reader with angst? They are in a fight and reader kinda ignores them and hides from them and Zoro or Law realize how in love they are with the reader? Can end however you want!

Sorry I've been so slow on requests, writer's block hit me pretty hard this week! I chose Zoro with a gn!reader for this one, it just seemed to fit him pretty well (man is not good with his emotions). I hope you enjoy it!

A Bridge Too Far

Pairing: Zoro x Reader

SFW

Summary: Zoro is terrible at handling his frustrations, and you're tired of being his punching bag. He doesn't realize what he's lost until it's gone. Warnings: Angst, Zoro being a bad boyfriend, not a happy but possibly a hopeful ending? Word Count: 2.3k

Like most of your arguments with Zoro, he started it.

He always starts it, even when he doesn’t want to. When his frustrations start to bubble, he can’t help but lash out at whoever’s closest, and that’s normally you. You’re always there, waiting for him, and you never hold it against him once he calms down. Frankly, they’re less arguments and more one-sided furious rants, as you never rise to the provocation. So he doesn’t think much of it when he snaps at you again after a particularly tough battle, one that left a buzzing under his skin and a strain in his muscles that he couldn’t shake. You wouldn’t mind. You never did.

A few minutes after you follow him to the training room, sitting quietly in the corner while he readies his swords, he finally snaps. “Will you just leave me alone for once? How am I supposed to relax with you trailing after me like this?”

You don’t just sit there and take it like you always do. You don’t just get up and leave, ready to come back when he’s calmer. You stare at him a moment, not radiating fury or indignation, simply…disappointment. Weariness. “Again?”

“What?” He snaps.

“We’re doing this again? Really?” You seem completely composed and calm. It infuriates him more than snapping ever could.

“What do you mean, doing this again? You following me around like a lovesick puppy? Yeah, I guess we are.” He hits the target in front of him harder, sending splintering wood everywhere. The sound of it pierces his brain, rattling around, making him feel even worse.

You sigh, sounding horribly burdened and beaten down. “You know what? Sure. Whatever. I’ll leave you alone, Zoro, if that’s what you want. But this is the last time. I’m not putting up with this anymore.”

He grits his teeth. “Won’t put up with this? Shouldn’t that be my line?”

Your eye twitches, finally a show of emotion, a show that he’s affecting you. “I’m not your punching bag, Zoro. I’m not here for you to use to work off your adrenaline instead of learning to deal with your emotions like an adult. I’m supposed to be someone you care about.” You finally stand, gathering your things and turning to leave. You don’t look back at him as you call, “You’re going to regret this, but I won’t.”

The door slamming echoes through the room, sounding horribly…final.

He ignores it.

It takes a few hours for him to finally wind down, for the buzzing to quiet and leave nothing but a blissful silence. He doesn’t bother cleaning up the wood all over the floor, or taking a shower to rid himself off all of the sweat. He has only one thought: his bed, warm and soft and welcoming. If he’s lucky, you’ll be in it, waiting for him to hold you close and kiss your face, the closest thing he’s ever given to an apology. He eagerly makes his way to the Sunny’s sleeping quarters, opening the door slowly to the cacophony of snores coming from Luffy and Franky, accompanied by Sanji, Chopper, and Usopp’s quiet breathing. Brook is still on deck, on watch for the night, so it makes sense his bunk is empty, but Zoro notices your bed is also suspiciously clear. Even your pillow and blanket are gone, the sheets not even wrinkled, as though no one had ever slept there at all.

A small part of him tells him he should check on you, make sure you’re alright. But a much larger, louder part is crying out for rest, and he cannot help but give in, falling face first onto his mattress without even changing clothes. He’s asleep within seconds.

He’s alone when he wakes up. He doesn’t typically sleep very long, instead napping in short bursts throughout the day, but he can see the light pouring in under the door and he realizes he must have slept at least until noon. He’s shivering, still on top of his blanket. Usually when he falls asleep like this, you throw one of the extras in your locker over him, tucking him in like a child. You must not have come back in at all last night.

He ignores the uncomfortable feeling nipping at him, something he will not name. You’re fine. You’re an adult, and one night away from your bed doesn’t mean anything.

But then you aren’t at lunch.

Sanji is giving him dirty looks, and Nami is giving him the most foul side-eye he’s ever had the displeasure of receiving. The rest of the crew are trying to act normal, but Franky is suspiciously absent and Usopp is so nervous he keeps dropping everything he tries to pick up, ending in him spilling water all over himself and taking the excuse to “take a second to go change” and never come back.

He finally breaks after Sanji brings Nami another drink, takes an obvious glance at him, and they start to whisper to each other. He makes out the words idiot, asshole, and loser (the first two from Nami and the latter from Sanji), before he slams his fork down. “What? What is it?”

Nami turns to him, filled with the sort of righteous fury she only saved for those who dare hurt her friends. “God, Zoro, you don’t even know? What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? You’re all acting weird as hell!”

Sanji jumps in. “Because you’re acting like a jerk and have the gall to pretend everything is normal, asshole! What the hell did you say to them yesterday?”

What he said to…oh. That feeling comes back again, and he furiously clamps down on it, replacing it with a significantly more comfortable and familiar indignance. “That’s none of your business, cook.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, I think I deserve to know why I had to find them sleeping in the goddamn kitchen this morning, actually.”

In the kitchen? Of course. It’s the one place you knew he would never find you. He never went there other than mealtimes, avoiding the possibility of another stupid fight with Sanji when he wasn’t up for it. “How the hell should I know?”

“Are you still pretending you don’t know it’s your fault? They were bawling their eyes out after leaving the training room.” Nami’s even angrier than Sanji is, and Zoro genuinely thinks she might hit him. The smaller, more tender part of himself, the one he’s ignoring, wouldn’t even blame her.

But that part isn’t in charge today. “My relationship isn’t your goddamn business.”

“Relationship? You seriously think you still have one of those?”

His blood runs cold, but he forces the feeling away, standing up from the table and stalking off. “I don’t have to take this.”

Nami calls after him, “I hope they dump you!”

Sanji cries out soon after. “I hope you fall into the sea, asshole!”

Zoro could go look for you. Should, even. But he instead makes the trek to the crow’s nest, cherishing the quiet, the solitude, the safety of it.

But as he sits in what is usually his sanctuary, he begins to feel that itch beneath his skin. Quiet turns to unbearable silence, solitude turns to loneliness, safety turns to suffocation. He tries to close his eyes, to center himself, take control as he loves to do, but the moment he does he can see nothing but your face. He can almost feel your hands on his back, rubbing soothing circles while your voice gently shushes him. You were so good at that, calming him down right when he needed you. Giving him a patience he simply didn’t deserve.

A patience he had been taking for granted.

What would he do, if another man had made you cry? If someone else had raised their voice at you as he had, time and again?

Part of him tried to justify it. But I don’t mean it, some petulant part of himself cried. They know I don’t mean it.

But do you? And would it matter, anyway? He’s still shouting. You’re still taking it. How long can you perform the same song and dance before it stops being a performance?

He needs to apologize.

He just needs to find you first. You aren’t in the kitchen, though Sanji is, and he doesn’t even speak with him this time, just giving him a mean glare that would send a lesser man running. Zoro hates to admit he deserves it. You aren’t in your bed, and your things are still missing. Not in Chopper’s office. Not in the library. Not in the bathroom, though Robin is, and he has to take a moment to furiously apologize for not knocking while she laughs at him.

He can only think of a few more places to check when he remembers who was missing this morning.

Franky’s workshop is quieter than he’s ever heard it, only filled with the quiet clanking of a small hammer against an even smaller piece of metal. Franky is using his second set of hands to put together some clockwork trinket, a significantly more delicate project that he usually takes on. Zoro is confused only for a moment, then he sees you, eyes intensely watching, and he realizes what’s going on. Franky has taken you in today, chosen something simple and small to distract you, to allow you to participate in some way. He’s always been great at small comforts like this, allowing someone the peace of his presence without worrying about being a burden.

Zoro could learn a lot from him.

Franky clearly knows he’s there, shoulders tensing slightly, but he doesn’t speak, waiting for one of you to take the first step. You don’t seem to notice either, too enraptured by the small metal bird in Franky’s hands, a look of wonder on your face that makes Zoro’s heart skip despite himself.

“Hi.” He cringes the moment he speaks, the peace shattering instantly. Franky doesn’t turn to acknowledge him, but he can practically feel the wince that must be on his face from the lame opener. Your head shoots up like a frightened rabbit, every part of you tense and ready to run. You pull in on yourself, making yourself smaller, like if you’re lucky he might miss you entirely, move on to the next prey. He puts up his hands, the first and only act of surrender he has ever performed, before continuing. “Can we talk? In private?”

You look to Franky, and Zoro doesn’t know what the look you two exchange means, but it makes you get up and approach. You give him a wide berth, not even coming within a foot of him, but you nod at him briefly to indicate he should follow. However small of a gesture it is, you’ve finally acknowledged him. That’s something.

You lead him back down to the training room, still covered in splintered wood and reeking of sweat. He can’t help but notice you didn’t pick a neutral location. You lead him somewhere he feels safe.

You turn to him. “Talk.”

He hesitates a moment, trying not to trip over himself and somehow make this work, but he can see that he’s finally reached the end of your apparently not-quite-infinite patience. “I’m…sorry.” He says the words through gritted teeth, feeling as though they burn his mouth as they leave. He doesn’t like to apologize in words, but in action. In gentle hands, in small acts he could deny later. He doesn’t know why it embarrasses him, to admit he was wrong. He is pretty often. But something about it makes him feel so small, so weak. But he can be small and weak for you, right now. No matter how much it hurts.

Your eyes widen, and you take the smallest step backwards. Shocked by him admitting for once he’s at fault. “You’re…sorry?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

You narrow your eyes at him, searching for some kind of trick, some hidden knife ready to plunge into your back. “For what?”

“For…for what? You know for what.” He winces at how defensive he sounds, at how you start to pull in on yourself again. “Sorry. Um. For yelling at you. For taking my anger out on you when you did nothing wrong. For how I always do that. I…I don’t know why I snap at you. And it’s wrong.”

“Yes, it is.” You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep, shuddering breath. “It isn’t fair of you to keep doing this. I tried letting it slide, because I know you just don’t know how to handle your feelings, that you aren’t coming from a place of malice. But that doesn’t make it okay. And you never stopped.” You turn your back to him, approaching a nearby window, staring out at the sea.

“I’m going to stop now. I swear it.”

“I won’t be with someone who speaks to me like that. I deserve better. You know I deserve better.” You’re trying to play tough, but he can hear the shake in your voice, and he realizes that just like yesterday you’ve only turned around so he can’t see the tears on your lashes.

He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your hair. “You do. I swear I’ll treat you like you deserve. If I ever talk to you like that again, I’ll fall on my own sword.”

“...Swords.”

“Huh?”

“Swords. All three.”

He chuckles despite himself. “Alright. I’ll fall on all three at the same time.”

“Good. …You deserve it.”

“I know.” A silence hangs in the air. “I love you.”

You don’t answer.

You don’t hug him back, and you’re still sniffling, but you let him hold you. That has to be enough for now.

Tag List: @pandora-writes-one-piece (if you saw I forgot the taglist when I first posted this no you didn't)

[gallaghersgal]

okay okay, hear me out. marriage of convenience trope between carmy and uncle jimmy's daughter

hi dev bee !! thank u for the req my love <3 warnings; angst then comfort, hint of mean carm, then soft carm. very very very soft and fuzzy carm.

marriage of convenience from this trope list. part of my 1,500 follower celebration!

carmen needed unwavering financial support from your father, and you needed your family off your back about marriage. so, the two of you found yourself at the courthouse about a year ago. carmen was sweet, at the very least. he'd sent you with sugar and his credit card to thrift a vintage wedding dress, something you'd always wanted to do. he wore slacks and a navy button up with a white tie, his unruly curls hastily slicked back, one falling down in a spiral by his brow.

you kept your heart guarded to the best of your ability. sometimes it was difficult, when carmen would cook your favorite meals and maintain a level of attention to your needs that had never been met by another partner. all of that, without the romance or intimacy of your previous relationships either. it was honestly the most frustrating thing you've ever dealt with.

one night while the two of you maneuver around your one small bedroom getting ready to sleep, you mention to carmen how your parents have moved past bugging you about marriage and turned to questions about when you'd be having children. your husband frowned, wringing his hands in annoyance. "you knew that would happen when we started this," he snaps. "restaurant's in a good place, i'm paying cicero back, y-you can tell 'im we're separating."

oh. his words bite at you, a few tears welling in your eyes. "yeah, okay." you move to grab your pillow from the bed and keep your face hidden from him, not interested talking things out. you were scared if you spoke you'd say something you regretted. "i'll sleep on the couch."

carmen shakes his head, "hey, don't be like that. this has never-" he gestures between the two of you, a lost expression on his face. "don' look at me like a kicked fuckin' puppy. i'll take the couch."

that night as you lay in the king size bed your father had bought, you realize for the first time how much you'd grown to enjoy spending your nights with carmen. his warmth beside you tends to quell the loneliness in your chest and despite the lack of romantic connection, there's something between the two of you. when your eyes flutter closed you see the indescribable emotion on his face. when your restless body tosses and turns you imagine his warmth beside you.

around 3am you cave, seeking out your husband in the living room. his shoulder is warm as you rest your hand there and shake it gently. "carmen. carmen, wake up," you whisper.

he startles, bleary blue eyes peering up at you. "mmhf, hey," he grumbles.

"come to bed, don't sleep out here."

a puzzled expression crosses his features, "'s'alright, m' s'comfortable." his voice is soft and tired, and your heart swells.

you kneel down beside the couch, fingers gently brushing curls back from his forehead as you gather the courage to speak the words on the tip of your tongue. "carmen, i want you to come back to bed. i want my husband to sleep in our bedroom." you stop there, trying to convey the things left unspoken with the gentle touch of your hand.

and of course, carmen understands without a single word. he catches your hand, eyes locked on yours as he brushes a kiss to your open palm. "we can talk in the morning," he says, lips lifting into a gentle smile. his hand stays in yours as you return to the bedroom, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close once the two of you are settled.

the last thing you hear before drifting off is his voice mumbling, "i think we can make this work."

[softsturn]

the beach - m.s

⩩ pairing: matt x fem!reader

⩩ summary: matt is caught jerking off to his best friend (inspired by @heartstreet !! full creds to them for this idea)

⩩ warnings: masturbation, handjob, p-in-v, half assed writing at the end.

⩩ a/n: sorry i haven’t posted much, its been so hard to think of ideas. i wanted to make a part two of what i last posted but i literally don’t know how to continue it😭 thank you for all the likes and follows!! pls leave me requests :)

Describing the bond between you and Matt exceeds the simplicity a mere friendship. Growing up, you lived only a few houses away from his, you shared the same schools, and practically every experience was a joint venture. It wasn't just common knowledge; it was an undeniable truth that wherever you went, a blue-eyed boy with brown hair was sure to follow, mirroring your every step like a lost puppy. The invisible tie binding you two seemed unbreakable, preventing you from straying far apart.

Now, at Cape Cod, a destination woven into the fabric of your cherished summer memories, you eagerly await Matt and his family’s arrival. Setting up foldable chairs and towels on the sandy shores, you can hardly contain your anticipation, eager to continue the tradition of shared moments under the sun.

As if on cue, his family strolled towards the beach, carrying an assortment of towels, bags, chairs, and a cooler. Your face lit up with a vibrant smile upon spotting the three identical boys approaching with palpable excitement. They placed their belongings on the sand, and you greeted them eagerly.

Matt's eyes widened noticeably, practically popping out of his sockets as he unabashedly drank in the sight of you. While you maintained your usual level of beauty, his gaze lingered on your figure. Stepping out of your comfort zone, you had chosen a two-piece bikini opposed to a one piece like you normally wore, showcasing newfound confidence in your evolving body. The swimsuit hugged you in all the right places, baring your torso and clinging snugly to your curves. Matt found himself caught in a momentary, lustful gaze, slightly zoning out as Nick and Chris enthusiastically hyped you up in the background.

"You look so good girl!" exclaimed Nick, with Chris joining in laughter, while you, feeling a bit shy, crossed your arms over your stomach.

Coming back to reality from his fleeting thoughts, Matt nodded and offered you a small, genuine smile. "You look..." he hesitated, carefully choosing his words to avoid any discomfort for you. "Pretty," he mumbled sheepishly, prompting a soft blush to grace your face. Matt's compliments held a unique significance, seeming to carry more weight than others, his opinion reigning supreme in your mind.

"Thank you," you replied with a shy giggle, while Nick and Chris exchanged amused glances, furrowing their brows at the subtle dynamics unfolding between the two of you. The unspoken connection, the palpable undercurrent of something more than friendship, was evident to everyone around. Jokes from your parents about an impending marriage and teasing from Matt's brothers were constant reminders of the unspoken truth – you and Matt shared a love that transcended platonic feelings, even if the explicit words hadn't been uttered.

After a few hours under the warm sun, the faint emergence of sunburn and light freckles adorned your face, telling tales of days spent soaking up the heat. Meanwhile, Matt wrestled with his thoughts, a delicate balance between loyalty to your friendship and the desire that threatened to breach inappropriate territories. He harbored a profound fear of jeopardizing the trust you shared or causing any discomfort, acutely aware that losing you was a risk he couldn't fathom.

As you stood, engrossed in gathering your belongings and bending over slightly, Matt couldn't suppress the way his gaze involuntarily traced the curves of your figure, particularly fixating on your ass. His mind danced with forbidden scenarios, imagining actions he both longed for and felt conflicted about. Sensing a warmth spreading through him, he nervously looked away, trying to prevent any telltale signs of his internal struggle.

You straightened up, holding your possessions with a toothy grin, completely oblivious to the subtle turmoil in Matt's mind. "I'll see you back at the house," you said softly. Matt offered a slight nod and joined his brothers in packing up their belongings. As you made your way to your car, your parents loading up the trunk, you settled into the back seat, succumbing slowly to sleep, the exhaustion of the day catching up with you.

Waking up with a groan, you found your parents' car parked by the side of the road in front of the triplets' house, just a few doors down from your own. The plan was to spend the night at their place, a routine that had become usual given your inclination to seek comfort in their home over your own. Extracting yourself from the car, you grabbed your overnight bag, bidding farewells to your parents as you watched them drive away.

Your bathing suit clung persistently to your body, your hair still damp, and the weariness in your limbs yearning for the promise of relaxation. Shuffling into Matt's home without bothering to knock, the unspoken familiarity of years spent together allowed you the privilege of simply letting yourself in. Passing through the kitchen, Matt's parents greeted you with warm smiles as you entered the living room.

There, Matt, Nick, and Chris were sprawled on the couch, engrossed in a movie that you were sure they had seen at least a thousand times. When Matt's eyes met yours, a soft expression played on his face, evident in the effort to maintain eye contact with your face rather than letting his gaze wander.

"Hey," he murmured, and you returned the greeting with a gentle smile, playfully ruffling his hair as you stood over him. "Hey, I'm gonna go shower. I'll join you guys if you're still out here when I'm done." With that, you ventured down the hall, heading toward the guest bedroom.

In the midst of a hot shower, as you washed away the residue of salty water and sand, Matt and his brothers grew disinterested in the movie, dispersing to their separate bedrooms. Collapsing onto his bed with a weary sigh, exhaustion permeated Matt's body. Turning to his phone, he absentmindedly scrolled through various social media apps. Refreshing his Instagram feed, he stumbled upon a recent post you had shared before stepping into the shower.

The post featured a series of photos taken by Nick during your beach outing. One image captured you from the side, accentuating your ass and curves, while another showcased the contours of your cleavage and perky boobs from the front. Although the intention behind the pictures was innocent, Matt's mind became inundated with impure thoughts. Consumed by a sense of guilt, he recognized the inappropriateness of his desires, grappling with conflicting emotions. You were his best friend, and he was acutely aware that such lascivious thoughts were unwarranted. It was more than mere lust; he harbored genuine love for you and a desire to be a person deserving of your affection.

As Matt stared at his screen, a warmth enveloped his body, and he found himself unable to suppress the physical reaction, a boner forming in his pants. He felt conflicted, but it wasn’t like you knew what he was thinking, or doing. Succumbing to the intensity of his desire, he pulled his pants down enough to free himself, his cock springing out of his boxers. He took his cock into his right hand, phone in his left hand, and he began to stroke himself, allowing his imagination to run wild with scenarios that had occupied his dreams. The room echoed with subtle grunts and whimpers as he finally started to release the pent-up feelings that had plagued him throughout the day.

You emerged from the invigorating shower, enveloped in a towel, the sensation of cleanliness and renewal coursing through you. Exiting the bathroom, you ventured into the guest bedroom designated for your night's rest, shutting the door behind you. As you delved into your bag, extracting essentials like panties, shorts, and a tank top, the soft fabrics embraced you once you shed the towel. Nighttime rituals of hair brushing, skincare, and teeth cleaning completed, you settled into the guest bedroom, a sanctuary that had become almost like your own.

The tranquility was fleeting, interrupted by a shiver that prompted a quest for warmth. Rummaging through your bag, you discovered the absence of a hoodie – an oversight that led you down the hall to Matt's bedroom. Assuming he'd still be awake, you envisioned a simple request to borrow one of his hoodies. Little did you anticipate the unexpected scene awaiting you.

Without bothering to knock, a habit formed over years of friendship, you barged into Matt's room, focused on your hoodie mission. "I need to borrow a hoodie; it's freezing—" your words trailed off as your gaze absorbed the shocking sight. Matt, in his bed, his hand pumping up and down his cock, his phone displaying pictures of you. A gasp escaped him as your presence registered, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and guilt. "Y/N..." he uttered, his phone slipping from his hand onto the bed, his hand movements abruptly halted in the realization of the awkward situation.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry; I didn't think—I should've knocked. I'll just go get one from Nick," you mumbled nervously, ready to retreat. The air hung heavy with the unspoken tension, both of you grappling with the potential ramifications on your friendship. Before you could exit, Matt called to you, conflicted between wanting you to stay and the desire to erase this awkward moment.

"Don't go," he uttered, wincing at his own words, attempting to clarify that he wasn't making advances or asking for anything. You stood there, caught in a surreal tableau, uncertain about how to navigate this unexpected revelation. Blinking in an attempt to regain composure, you voiced a question laden with curiosity and awkwardness.

"Do you... do this often?" your brows furrowed, your gaze drifting toward his needy cock. Matt sighed, grappling with shame, attempting to rein in his emotions. "Jerk off? Or jerk off to you..." he replied, injecting a hint of humor to alleviate the palpable tension.

"Jerk off to me," you clarified, offering a sheepish smile, grateful for his attempt to inject some levity. Matt, in a vulnerable admission, stumbled through an explanation, striving to avoid sounding like a creep. The guilt weighed heavily on him, sensing that he had betrayed the sanctity of your friendship.

"This is the first time—I'm sorry. You just looked so pretty all day, and I couldn't... I don't know," he rambled, his remorse evident. Expecting you to recoil, Matt braced for the consequences of his impure thoughts. Yet, to his surprise, you stepped closer, the bed dipping as you sat on the edge near his legs. Your eyes danced everywhere but on his throbbing cock.

"It's okay; I'm not mad," you reassured, the tension easing with your understanding words. In that moment, you appreciated the side of Matt that could inject humor even into the most awkward situations, and despite the strangeness of the circumstance, a reassuring smile graced your lips.

"You're not?" he asked, confusion etching his face as his gaze reached the end of the bed where you were. The bewilderment stemmed from the expectation of your anger; he believed he deserved your fury. You shook your head, dispelling any doubts that lingered in his mind. "I'm not mad," you affirmed, inhaling deeply before contemplating the weight of your next words. The undeniable truth of their mutual feelings lay bare, an unignorable reality that both had been evading.

"Do you want me to help you?" you inquired, addressing the underlying tension. Matt hesitated, shaking his head in a refusal. Your offer, though tempting, made him reluctant, not wanting you to feel obliged, and questioning his own worthiness of such an intimate gesture. “Y/N… you don’t have to.”

Sighing, you crawled to sit on his knees, his cock twitching right before you, aching for release. It wasn't about obligation; it was about love. You wanted to be the one to bring him pleasure. "I know, I want to," you reassured, meeting his gaze as he deliberated. "Please," he whimpered, desperation evident on his face. Taking it as a signal, you palmed him, your hand trembling slightly as you sought confirmation in his eyes, ensuring every move was met with consent.

As you encountered nothing but longing in his gaze, your hand tentatively began to move, gliding up and down his length. The unspoken revelation that you were not very experienced was apparent to him, and a twinge of guilt crept in as he allowed you to pleasure him. Determined not to make this solely about his satisfaction, he seized the moment, grasping your wrist and redirecting your hand away from his arousal, prompting you to lean forward.

In an impulsive move, he pressed his lips forcefully against yours, his tongue seeking entry, savoring the taste of your chapstick. The kiss bore neither aggression nor softness; instead, it carried the weight of years filled with tension, prolonged gazes, and lingering touches, finally unfurling in this shared moment. Pulling back slightly, he noticed your lips chasing after his, seeking more contact with his lips.

"I want to make you feel good too," he murmured against your lips, his words flushing your face with heat, a wetness growing between your legs. The dynamics shifted, and now it was you yearning for him. His hands found your hips, drawing you closer until you straddled his waist, your clothed pussy pressing against his cock. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your pajama shorts and panties, seeking consent as he looked up at you.

"Can I take these off, baby?" he asked, and in response, you nodded, lifting yourself to allow him to slide them down your legs before resuming the straddled position, anticipation hanging thick in the air.

You took a sharp breath, nerves tingling as you ventured into unfamiliar territory with Matt. As he ran a finger through your wet folds, he licked his lips, captivated by the sight of your pretty pussy. In that moment, Matt would have done anything and everything you asked, he was completely at your mercy. Firmly holding your hips, he allowed your wet cunt to hover over his cock. While his desires tempted him to force you down and make you take it, his deep care for you held him back, especially given the significance of this being your first time.

"Go slow, okay? It's going to hurt a little, but I'm right here," he said. Nodding, you began the descent, wincing as his tip slipped into your enterance. "Oh my god, Matt," you moaned, your words interrupted as Matt leaned up, pressing his lips to yours to stifle your sweet sounds, mindful of his brothers sleeping down the hall.

Gradually, you took more of him in, whimpering at the initial stinging sensation as his cock stretched your tight walls. Eventually, you lowered yourself completely onto him, pausing to adjust to the sensation of him buried deep inside you. "Such a good girl, taking me so well," he cooed.

“Feels so good,” you murmured, the words escaping on a breath as you began to move your hips against him, keeping a steady rhythm. He gripped your hips firmly, and you were sure there would be red marks left behind. His kisses trailed down your neck, lips brushing over your collarbones and shoulders, marking you with purposeful hickeys that finally declared you as his, even though you had always belonged to him.

Slowly, he lifted your tank top over your head, tossing it aside in the room's shadows. "So fucking pretty," he mumbled, his gaze lingering on you through half-lidded eyes. His mouth descended, lavishing much-needed attention on your boobs, kissing and licking your sensitive nipples with devotion. In his eyes, your body was a masterpiece, and he aimed to ensure you knew just how perfect you were. Every gesture was a testament to his worship, eliciting small moans of pleasure as you succumbed to the sensations he bestowed upon you.

"Faster, please," he choked out, a desperate need cracking his voice as he trailed kisses down the valley of your breasts. Swiftly obeying, you quickened the pace, moaning as you rocked back and forth on his cock. Yet, the soreness lingering from your day at the beach made it challenging. Matt noticed, his hands helping to move your hips, orchestrating a rhythm that heightened the pleasure. He began to thrust into you, hips meeting yours, intensifying the sensation.

Throwing your head back, eyes rolling, pleasure consumed you, a knot tightening in your stomach. One of his hands left your hip, moving downward, his thumb expertly circling your swollen clit. Overwhelmed, words escaped you, your mind consumed by him. "Fuck, Matt," you managed to whimper in your love-drunk state, a proud smirk gracing his lips as he witnessed you lost in pleasure, knowing he was the only one to evoke such a response.

"Cum for me, princess," he urged in a whiny, broken voice, his own release imminent. His words triggered your climax, a stream of mumbled curses and whines escaping you as pleasure saturated every inch of your being. Surrendering to the intensity, you abandoned your movements, letting him guide and sway you through the waves of orgasmic ecstasy. His release followed suit, white streams of cum shooting into you, accompanied by his whimpering and grunting.

As the movements ceased, he lay beneath you, both of you attempting to catch your breath. Gingerly lifting yourself off him, a wince accompanied the sensitivity as his cock withdrew from your cunt. Rolling over, you nestled next to him, curling into his side, a lazy hand draped over his waist. His hand found its way to your head, tenderly stroking your hair as you rested against his chest, syncing your breathing with his.

"Get some rest; I'm taking you on a date tomorrow," he grinned mischievously, planting light kisses on your forehead. Raising your head, curiosity piqued, you questioned, "A date?" He nodded, gently pushing your head back to his chest, his fingers continuing to stroke your hair in a soothing rhythm.

"A date. So I can ask you to be my girlfriend," he chuckled, of course Matt wanted to do things right despite having just fucked you dumb. You chuckled in response, appreciating Matt's intent. "Okay, I can't wait to say yes," you declared, both of you closing your eyes, eager for the embrace of sleep and the beginning of this new chapter in your relationship.

[unreliablesnake]

Is it too soon? (Simon Riley x f!reader)

Summary: Simon meets you at a cemetery by accident, but by the time you go on your first date, he already knows this will be something serious.

Length: 3.9k words

Note: Simon falls fast and falls hard. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.

Simon couldn’t believe that it had already been a year since he lost his family. The nightmares were still there to remind him of that period of his life each night, but somehow he got almost used to having them. Being on mission after mission probably helped him get over the pain quite fast, but returning home was always a hard moment. It always brought back the bad memories that then poisoned his mind for the next few days.

Today he came to the cemetery to leave a few fresh flowers at the graves, hoping it could make him come to terms with how things turned out this year. It was only the first anniversary, but he was already three months late because of the mission he’d been on. Shit happens, he knew that, but it still hurt to know he wasn’t where he was supposed to be.

“Excuse me,” he heard a thin voice from somewhere behind him. When he turned around with a cocked eyebrow, his eyes landed on you, this sad-looking but otherwise gorgeous young woman. He gulped, but didn’t say anything, only waited for you to say what you wanted. “You dropped your earbuds when you tried to put them in your pocket.”

He looked down at your extended hand that held his earbuds just as you said. “Thanks,” was all he managed to say.

Hesitantly, but he eventually reached out to take them from you, and he could’ve sworn there was a spark when his fingers touched your soft skin. It was bad, he shouldn’t pick up a woman in a goddamn cemetery, but he couldn’t let you go. Something told him you were special, that there could be something between the two of you. So he cleared his throat as he shoved the earbuds into his pockets–this time double checking to make sure they were safe–and let his eyes lock with yours for the first time since you had spoken to him.

“Are you on your way out or have you just arrived?” he asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“I’m on my way out. I guess you’ve just arrived,” you said with a small smile, earning a surprised look from the soldier. “The flowers. I’m sure you didn’t come here to steal them.”

Simon looked down at the small bouquet in his hands. “You’re correct. I know it probably sounds creepy in a place like this, but would you walk with me to the graves I’m here to visit?” he asked you.

Like a curious puppy, you tilted your head to the side as you watched him. He felt like running away without a word, hiding somewhere while you left the premises. But in the end you flashed a delicate smile at him and nodded. “Sure, why not?”

The two of you began to walk, and the silence that fell between the two of you was strangely comfortable. Just having you around calmed him down. Even when he stopped in front of his family’s grave, you just stood there next to him and waited patiently for him to be the first one to speak up. As he put the flowers on the headstone, he wondered what to say. He asked you to join him, but he didn’t think this far ahead.

When he looked over at you, he noticed that you were reading the text on the headstone. “My entire family is here. They died a bit over a year ago,” he explained without you asking anything.

“I’m sorry,” you told him. “Accident?”

What was he supposed to say? The truth? That would just scare you away. But he didn’t want to begin whatever this could be with a lie, so he decided to tell you some of what happened. “No, they were murdered,” he said quietly.

This clearly piqued your interest, but you decided not to intrude his privacy. Simon felt his emotions slowly take over, and the tears began to gather in his eyes as he remembered the day of his brother’s wedding. You probably noticed, because soon you reached out to take his hand in yours, fingers curling around his in the most gentle way.

After a good three minutes of silence, he took a deep breath, then turned to you with a weak smile. “Thanks for being here with me.”

The two of you left the cemetery in another round of comfortable silence, but only when you stepped outside to the street did the cloud over his brain lift. He hadn’t even asked for your name, and you joined him without knowing his. He could be a serial killer for all you knew, yet you agreed to be by his side without a question.

Simon drew circles on your hand with his thumb while he watched you with an intrigued look on his face. How could a cute girl like you be so trusting in this world? He wondered how many people had taken advantage of your naivety before, but he sure wasn’t about to be one of them.

“I’m Simon, by the way,” he finally introduced himself.

You flashed a smile at him before telling him your name. A cute girl with an equally cute name. He couldn’t hide the grin that wanted to creep on his face, and for the first time in months he felt like going on a date with someone. With you, to be specific. He looked down at your hand that was still holding his, wondering why you hadn’t let go of it yet. There was something about you that he just couldn’t describe, no matter how hard he tried to find the right words in his mind. Special didn’t cut it. It wasn’t a good enough word to describe what he felt.

In the end it was him who pulled away his hand to take his phone from his pocket, only to unlock the screen and tap on the add a new contact icon before handing it to you. “Can I get your number?”

This was a long shot, he knew it. You probably just took pity on him, so you weren’t truly interested in him. But then you took the device and typed in the details. Once you were done, you started a call to yourself and gave the phone back to him. “Now you know it’s my real number,” you said with an adorable chuckle. “Do you want to drink a cup of coffee or something?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah, if you’re free.”

All of his plans for today had been sitting on the couch and watching some TV, maybe calling Price to see if he needed any help so he wouldn’t be alone at home. Being in the company of another human being might help him forget about his late family members, and the fact this other human was a woman like you was just the cherry on top.

So he agreed, and the two of you got in his car and drove to a café you suggested. What quickly became obvious was the lack of flirting from your part, which made him wonder if you even considered this whole thing a date. It made him sad, actually; the possibility of him misreading the situation was mortifying. How could he be so out of practice?

After an agonizing two hours that passed with a pleasant but definitely not flirtatious conversation, the two of you said goodbye and he finally headed home. He should have cooked something for himself, but in the end he decided to order from a nearby restaurant instead and watch some dumb romcom to turn off his brain for a while.

The next day passed slowly with chores around the apartment and some grocery shopping, but then his phone buzzed in his pocket. He expected it to be Price, telling him it was time for another mission, or Johnny, who would send him some meme without context. But when he glanced at the screen, he saw it was you who messaged him.

You: Feeling better today?

A smile crept on Simon’s lips as he read the short text. Even if it wouldn’t be a romantic relationship, he might have just gained a new friend.

Simon: Yeah, thanks. What about you?

You: I’m good. Enjoying my week off. Do you have plans for tonight? We could hang out.

He had to stop and think about the answer. If neither of you worked that day, you could have met in the afternoon. But you wanted to meet in the evening. His delusional side told him you just asked him out, but his rational side reminded him that you had sent absolutely no signals that would prove you were interested in him in this sense.

You: Sorry if I seem a little pushy.

Simon: No, it’s not that, I just took a quick call.

A lie. Great start.

You: So how about tonight then?

Simon: Maybe we could watch a movie?

You: Sounds good to me.

Simon: Pick a movie and tell me where to meet. Or I can pick you up at home.

You: Okay :)

God, how he wished it was a date. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been on one. And you were so good to him, he was sure you would be a great girlfriend. Hell, you were a great wife material. But he fantasized about something he might never get, so it was only good for torturing his heart.

Once he got home, he went straight to his closet to figure out what to wear. He didn’t want to be too formal, but he didn’t want to be too casual either. He had to find the middle ground, something that would grab your attention, but wouldn’t scream ‘I’m desperate, please, look at me’ either.

After half an hour he gave up and called Johnny. “Hey, so I need advice, and I know for a fact you go on quite a few dates when you’re not on a mission,” he said into the phone.

The sergeant sounded a little offended when he let out a dry laugh. “You make me sound like I was a manwhore. But I’ll overlook that for now. What do you need help with?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to wear when I’m meeting a woman but it’s not a date?” he asked.

“But you wish it was a date,” was all the younger man said, probably having a wide grin on his face.

Simon pinched the bridge of his nose. That was on him. He brought this on himself when he called his only proper friend. “That’s beside the point, Johnny,” he replied.

But he wasn’t about to let go of this topic. “No, no, no, it matters. You see, if you dress right, if you act right, you might be able to turn this into a real date.”

“I’m listening,” the lieutenant said with a sigh.

He could imagine the sergeant sitting down and leaning back with his free hand resting on the back of his neck as he took his time to enjoy the chance to teach his superior something new, something he could tease him with on their next mission. But it was a risk he was willing to take, after all he needed all the help he could get. He didn’t really know why, but he truly wanted you to change your mind and see him as a possible boyfriend. It was pathetic, that one he knew, but this was the truth. You’ve been on his mind ever since you said goodbye the day before, and he didn’t even want to forget about you.

“Here’s the thing,” Johnny began, keeping his voice down as if he was telling him a secret. And maybe this was a real secret, the trick he used to get the girls he was chasing, and Simon became a member of a possibly very tiny circle that knew about this. He was honestly grateful for the advice, and even made a mental note to go easy on him the next time they met.

With all the information he had gathered from Johnny, Simon could barely sleep that night. All he could think about was possibly fucking up things with you, that maybe he shouldn’t follow this plan, but then he realized that he didn’t have better ideas. His brain froze from the mere thought of talking to you again, as if he was back in high school when he was too traumatized by his family issues to think he was good enough for someone.

The next day he often had his phone in his hand, ready to open the messaging app and send you a text to cancel. Other times he just wanted to ask you how you were, if you were still willing to meet him tonight. His head was a mess, and he was honestly grateful that he wasn’t on a mission right now. He couldn’t focus, he wasn’t sure about anything, and if he was in a situation where his life was on the line, he would definitely be dead by now.

“Get it together, dammit,” he mumbled to himself as he collected his keys and opened the front door in the evening as he was leaving.

His phone buzzed in his hand, and before he glanced at the screen, he expected it to be a supportive or teasing text from Johnny. It could be either of those, he never knew with him. But his heart stopped for a second when he saw it was from you. You probably wanted to cancel at the last minute.

You: I might be a few minutes late. But I’ll be there before the movie begins, I promise!!!

So you were coming. He wrote a simple okay, afraid to write more than that. He didn’t want to sound desperate, even though he was truly desperate at the moment. He could only hope Johnny’s plan would work and he could turn this into a date, because there was nothing he wanted more than giving you a goodbye kiss. He wasn’t even dreaming about expecting more from the night. A kiss would be a start. A good start.

It took him half an hour to get there, arriving ten minutes early despite you warning him that you’d be late. But he wanted to be there just in case. That, and he never knew how bad the traffic would be. He was looking at his phone while he waited for you, wondering if he should text someone just to pass the time. Maybe ask Price if they were supposed to return soon, just so he would know how to plan with you. If there was anything to plan. He hadn’t known that yet.

In the end you were only fifteen minutes late, which was much less than the at least half an hour he had in mind for some reason. You were wearing a gorgeous navy blue dress under your coat, and he was seriously thinking about pulling you into a hug to warm you up a bit. Why did you dress like that when it was so chilly outside? Maybe you wanted to impress him. But if you wanted to impress him, then this could just as well be a date.

You stopped in front of him with a wide smile, your hands folded behind your back as you looked up at him. It was real torture that he couldn’t act on his instinct and pull you close to him, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead before gently pressing your face into his chest. It was so damn pathetic that after only meeting you once for a good half an hour or hour, he was already this lost in his feelings for you. He didn’t even know what you were like in real life. All he had were a bunch of social media posts that he may or may not have checked after getting home last afternoon.

“I’m sorry you had to wait,” you said before suddenly hugging him, wrapping your arms around his body.

Before his brain could catch up, he put his hands on your back and rested his chin on top of your head. You didn’t seem to mind, and to his surprise, you even mumbled something into his chest. He wanted to know what you said, but he didn’t want to end this moment. Who knew how this night would end, maybe this was his last chance to be this close to you.

“We should buy the tickets,” you told him when you leaned back to look up at him.

“Or we could stay like this,” Simon suggested with a lazy smile.

With a quiet chuckle you stood on your toes and placed a soft kiss on his chin. “Too bad I really want to see that movie,” you noted before stepping away from him.

The sudden lack of contact made him sad, but you immediately took his hand which quickly made things right. To make sure you wouldn’t let go, he laced his fingers with yours and let you pull him after you. Wherever you went, he would surely follow, he knew that much by now. He didn’t even try to hide the smile he had on his face; that big, stupid, and happy smile which was a clear sign that he was falling in love with you at record speed.

As the night progressed, he realized that he had been stressing over nothing. You were clearly interested in him as a possible boyfriend, otherwise you would have spent the rest of the evening clinging to him like that. During the whole movie you had your head resting on his shoulder, fingers intertwined and resting on your thigh, and when you went to grab a drink in a nearby bar, your eyes were always on him as you sat at a table in the corner. You had those big, beautiful eyes he couldn’t get bored of, and being with you felt like a privilege.

There was something about you that made him wonder why you let him so close this fast. Even in the cemetery you joined him without a word, then initiated tonight’s meeting before he could gather the courage to suggest it. This could be dangerous, he could have been a bad guy, but lucky for you, he wasn’t as scary as he looked in his private life. You made him soft without even trying, and you made his mind wander far away, escaping reality as long as he could look at you and touch you.

“My dad would be disappointed in me, you know,” you suddenly said, earning a questioning hum from him. You flashed a smile at him before taking the straw between your lips so you could take a sip of your drink before answering. “He always warned me about tough guys like you. Said I should be careful, that I should stay away for my own safety.”

Simon’s eyes narrowed at this. “He thought a guy like that would hurt you? Did something like this happen in the past?”

You were quick to shake your head and put up a hand. “God, no, it’s just… He always assumed they would hurt me emotionally. You know, they would cheat on me or turn out to be narcissistic assholes,” you explained with a laugh before reaching out to take his hand. “But he would like you. Actually, you would be the first guy I would confidently introduce to my parents without worrying about their reaction.”

“So you’re thinking this far ahead, huh?” he asked teasingly. You sank lower in your chair with your bottom lip between your teeth, but didn’t say a word. “Don’t worry, I’m already planning our wedding.” Your eyes widened upon hearing this, so he let out a laugh and raised your hand to his lips. “Just kidding. But I really like you. That one’s true.”

“I like you too.” Your gaze turned to your watch and you let out a sad sigh when you noticed the time. “I should get going. I have to wake up early tomorrow if I don’t wanna be late from work,” you told him with an apologetic smile.

He nodded, but he was sure you could see his disappointment. “Can I take you home? I wouldn’t want you to go alone.”

“I’d love that.”

The two of you left the bar hand in hand, and Simon didn’t miss the moments when you looked up at him with that adorable smile of yours. As it turned out, you didn’t live that far away from each other. Once he found a free spot a little further away from the building you lived in, he parked his car and offered to walk you to the door.

Just to be sure you got home safe. His hope to get a goodnight kiss had nothing to do with this.

He couldn’t hold back the short laugh that erupted from him for no reason. What was so funny? The fact he oh-so-desperately wanted to taste your lips? Whatever it was, he knew you were the root of the problem. If he wasn’t here with you, he wouldn’t be laughing at stupid things like some idiot.

“What is it?” you asked with a curious smile.

But he only shook his head. “Nothing.”

You came to a sudden halt and pointed at the building next to you, telling him that was your stop. “But seriously, what’s so funny? I want to laugh too,” you said with a pout.

Were you even aware of the effect you had on him? He highly doubted that. So he put his fears aside and leaned down to kiss you, his hand simultaneously moving to the back of your neck. You didn’t resist, in fact you deepened the kiss, even playfully biting in his lip while you tried to devour him.

Simon knew he had to stop this before you would do something you would regret later. This was only your first date, you were in no rush to get to the bedroom, no matter how badly his body craved yours.

“You said you had to wake up early tomorrow,” he said when he pulled away to your disappointment. “Go to sleep, gorgeous.”

You flashed a sad smile at him, but you nodded. “Goodnight, Simon,” you said quietly.

He flashed a supportive smile at you as he gently grabbed your chin to make you look at him. “Sleep tight. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Once he got home, Simon took a look at his phone. He could only roll his eyes when he saw several messages from not only Johnny, but Kyle and Price as well. The rumor mill was working at full speed that day apparently. But then his eyes noticed one that wasn’t like the others.

You: Is it stupid that I think I’m already falling in love with you after our first date?

A smile appeared on Simon’s face when he read these words. You were a little drunk, so this must be drunk honesty.

Simon: I feel the same way. If it’s stupid, then we’re both idiots.

You: I love you.

You: Or is it too soon?

You: Oh, gosh, it’s too soon.

You: I’m sorry.

Simon: Hey, calm down, it’s okay. I love you too.

Simon: Now go to sleep.

[rotgirll]

⋆˙ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬

𝗽𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗰𝗮𝗹𝘆𝗽𝘀𝗲- 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

♱ 18+ 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵, 𝘮𝘥𝘯𝘪

you knew it was wrong, the looming cloud of consequences hung heavy over your head. the thought of your father's fury fed into the anxiety that had coursed through your veins hours ago, but now, as you stood on the edge of recklessness, it was adrenaline that rushed through your veins.

the room pulsed with the thump of the music. the haze of the alcohol began to make you feel giddy, the room spinning slightly and your vision becoming blurry. despite the warning bells going off in your head, you found yourself shoved forward by reckless abandon, fuelled by the thrill of the moment. 

your hands anxiously tugged at the hem of your short skirt, a futile attempt at regaining some of your modesty back. you'd lost sight of your friends a little while ago, swept away by the fascination of the free alcohol and the company of the guy who had been eyeing you all night.

but now, as you moved through the crowd of people, his persistent presence was beginning to feel suffocating. he trailed behind you like a lost puppy, his gaze following your every move with an unwavering intensity. it was starting to wear on your nerves, the constant feeling of being watched, of being followed against your will.

with a frustrated sigh, you spun harshly on your heels, the motion sharp and decisive. the abrupt movement seemed to catch the stranger off guard, his eyes widening in surprise as you faced him head-on.

"look, brayden or brandon, whatever your name is," you called out, your voice laced with frustration, "just... stop following me around like you're a lost puppy or something."

your words hung in the air, and a significant tension swirled around you as you spun back on your heels and walked away, not bothering to wait for his response. the dim lights of the party flickered overhead, and the commotion of the drunk mob gradually subsided as you made your way through the dimly lit halls of the home, your destination fixed on the bathroom.

finally, after pushing open every single unlocked door, and trudging your way around the upstairs of whoever's home this was, you found it. a hefty sigh of relief escaped your lips as the familiar white, sterile room lit up before your eyes.

you quickly locked the door behind you and reached for the tap, the cool water soothing against your parched lips as you gathered it in your hands and took a refreshing sip. meeting your tired gaze in the mirror, a grimace tugged at your lips. god, you looked rough. after five hours of partying, dancing and drinking, it wasn't exactly a shock. but still, seeing the evidence of the nights activities was enough to make a pang of regret pierce through you. it made you wish that you'd never snuck out in the first place.

after spending a few minutes composing yourself in the bathroom, you unlocked the door and stepped back into the house. but something felt off. the dull throb of the party seemed to of died down, and there was an eerie absence of people around.

with a sense of unease, you descended the stairs, finding only a handful of people scattered around the living room, behaving as if nothing unusual had happened. you approached one of them, intending to ask what was going on, but your question died on your lips as you turned the corner.

to your surprise, there stood officer rick grimes, his commanding presence filling the room, casting a sense of discomfort over the small gathering of people.

as you caught sight of him, your breath hitched in your throat, your lips parched, and a familiar nervousness bloomed in your stomach. time seemed to stand still as he turned to the new face in the room, and as his eyebrows raised in surprise, a sense of dread settled in the pit of your stomach. you offered him a sheepish smile, attempting to shrink yourself down in hopes of slipping past him unscathed.

"um... I was just.. leaving" you squeaked out, manoeuvring your way around the imposing figure. 

your heart raced as you padded past him, every nerve on edge, praying he wouldn't stop you. with each step, you felt his gaze bore into your back, his presence casting a heavy shadow over your escape.

as you finally reached the door, relief flooded through you. with a quick glance over your shoulder, you slipped out into the night. your sore feet hit the plush grass, and you almost thought you could cheer in delight at not being caught by the officer, but as you looked behind you, maybe you celebrated a little too early.

there he stood, in the shadows of the outside light, the door shutting behind him with a soft click. his gaze pierced into yours, a single eyebrow arched in silent inquiry. your heart sank as he advanced towards you, his stride oozing authority and confidence. 

"uh.. hi, rick" you spoke, trying to muster a false sense of confidence.

his shoulder lightly brushed against yours as he strode past, his fingers gesturing for you to follow.

"come with me" he commanded, his voice carrying a hint of annoyance.

you stammered, regaining your composure and hurriedly following after him, attempting to keep up with his brisk stride. your words tumbled out faster than you could think, a jumble of apologies spilt from your lips as you followed him through the grass and onto the concrete path

he led you to his patrol car, as expected. upon reaching the door, he pivoted, leaning against it with his arms folded across his chest. nodding towards the house you had just come from, he raised an eyebrow.

"care to tell me what you're doing here at this time of night, sweetheart?" he questioned, his head cocking slightly.

your cheeks flushed at the endearment, and you found yourself gazing down at your heels, suddenly more engrossed in their details. though you had known rick for a long time, given your father's role as police chief, you never anticipated finding yourself in this situation with him.

you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, searching for the right words to explain your predicament without giving too much away. the tension hung thick in the air, and you could feel his scrutiny bearing down on you.

"I, uh.. it was just a little party" you offered, sheepishly. 

"a little party, huh?" he replied, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"look," you began, aiming to get straight to the point, "please, just don't mention this to my dad"

rick rolled his eyes, sighing as he surveyed the area before opening the car door and sliding into the driver's seat with ease. once settled, he turned his attention back to you.

"get in. I'll give you a ride home" he said, reluctance evident in his tone.

with an awkward smile, you circled your way around the car to the passenger's side. the cold air nipped at your bare skin, prompting you to wrap your arms around yourself for warmth. the interior of the car wasn't much warmer, and as you settled into the worn leather seats, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the scant amount of fabric you were wearing in front of the man.

the roar of the engine filled your ears as the tyres spun on the gravel, moving the car away from the house and down the street.

"you cold?" he asked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, noting the way your arms were pulled tight around your body.

"a little" you hummed in response, your gaze drifting to the veins that stood out on his hands as he adjusted the air conditioning.

the scenery whizzed past in a blur, the city lights merging into streaks of colour as the car navigated through the streets. anxious thoughts churned in your mind, your fingers fidgeting nervously as you chewed on your lip, a knot of fear tightening in your stomach.

"wait" you blurted out suddenly, the urgency unmistakable in your voice, "don't take me home"

his gaze flickered to you, his expression unreadable. "why not?" he inquired, a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

"if my dad finds out I was out this late, i'll be in serious trouble" you explained, the desperation evident in your tone. "can't you just drop me off at a friend's house or something?"

you watched him carefully, hoping for a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes. instead, he chuckled lightly, the sound sending tingles through your body.

"sorry, princess," he said, his tone teasing "can't do that"

you drew in a shaky breath, the gravity of the situation settling heavily upon you. the realisation sinking in that escaping this situation wouldn't be as easy as you hoped.

"please" you begged, your voice barely above a whisper "don't take me home.. I'll do anything"

his ears perked up at your words, a flicker of interest crossing his features as he gave you another side glance, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"anything?" he echoed, amusement lacing his tone once again.

"anything..just, please" you confirmed, your voice tinged with desperation. although, you were too fixated on getting out of trouble to notice the faint flicker of uncertainty looming In your brain.

he fell silent for a few minutes, his focus seemingly absorbed by the task of navigating the car through the unfamiliar streets. suddenly, the car veered sharply into a lane you had never seen before. it seemed deserted at this hour, and whether that was a blessing or a curse, you were about to find out.

glancing at him, you noticed the dim glow of the street lamps highlighting the muscles in his forearms as he gripped the wheel. in the stillness of the night, you couldn't help but realise just how attractive he was. was he much older than you? yes. was he also under your father's command? yes. but were any of those thoughts present in your mind as you admired the older man? absolutely not.

the car jolted to a rocky stop, the abruptness of it causing your body to lurch forward slightly. his hands worked quickly to pull the key out of the ignition, the metal clink echoing in the confined space. seizing the moment, you glanced around, only to be met with the vast expanse of darkness outside. a frown creased your brows as you turned back to face the man, only to realise he was already watching you.

before any words could escape your lips, he pushed his seat back, creating a considerable gap between him and the steering wheel. he adjusted his hips slightly, the movement sending a flutter of butterflies to your stomach. you tore your gaze away from his crotch, desperately trying to appear composed. but as you looked up, you found yourself locking eyes with him.

his focus was entirely on your face, maybe even on your lips. your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met his, the intensity of the moment thickening the air between you. you swallowed hard, feeling the tension crackling between you like lightning.

his movement caught you off guard as he leaned in closer to your face, the proximity sending a jolt of anticipation through you. he only seemed to get closer, his presence enveloping you entirely. he was so close- you could smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne, feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, and see the glow of his eyes in the dim overhead light of the car.

but, before you could utter a single question, his lips parted, his voice breaking the silence. "you said you'd do anything, right?"

you were too caught up in the moment to respond with words, opting instead for a nod as you watched his lips move with his words. apparently, that wasn't sufficient, because his cold hand suddenly cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing just below your lips in a tantalising caress.

"are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and almost like a rumble. he was closer now, so close you could feel the heat of his breath over your lips, causing your eyes to flutter closed.

"yeah" you confirmed, the words leaving your lips in a soft, airy whisper.

that was all he seemed to need. the tension and desperation finally reached a breaking point as he pressed his lips to yours. they were surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the intensity of the moment, catching you off guard as you tried to match the pace he set. his hand, once gentle in its caress, now trailed down the back of your neck, tangling in your hair and pulling you impossibly closer to his face.

a small whimper escaped your mouth as he deepened the kiss, the heat of the moment overwhelming you. before you knew it, you were practically making out, tongues and teeth clashing in a fervent dance, the heat between you fogging up the windows of the car. god, you knew this was so wrong. but in that moment, it just felt so undeniably right.

while you were lost in the moment, his other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. he briefly pulled away, eliciting a whine from your lips as you instinctively chased after his. but he had other thoughts in his mind.

"why'd you sto-" you began, only to be cut off when he suddenly pulled you over the middle console and right over his lap, purposely placing you over the bulge that began to grow in his pants. he leaned back slightly, taking in the sight from this new angle. your hair was tousled from his fingers running through it, and your chest rose swiftly as you tried to catch your breath, your slightly swollen lips painted a picture of desire and longing. he knew it was wrong, but how could he resist when your doe eyes looked up at him so sweetly?

a curse fell from his mouth, his lips instanly chased yours again. the kiss was more fervent this time, the lust between you two only beginning to rise. his hand returned to tangle in your hair again, only to suddenly snake down the back of your neck and onto your waist, pulling you even closer in a possessive embrace.

your hips unconsciously ground down onto his, the movement emitting a groan from both of you as he rested his lips over yours.

"are you sure you want this?" he asked, breathlessly, his fingers toying with the hem on your skirt, inching dangerously close to your inner thigh.

that was an answer you didn't even have to think about. "yes" your words were confident, for the first time that night, and they only seemed to spur him into action.

his hands moved so quickly, you could barely even blink. they travelled up to your shirt, deftly grasping the bottom of it and pulling it over your head. your arms hit the roof of the car, bent into an awkward position as he slipped your skimpy top off of your body. 

he whistled appreciatively as he got a good look at your perky tits, shaking his head with a small smile spread across his face. "god" he muttered, the words barely audible.

your nipples pebbled with the cool air, his hand reached up to toy with your sensitive buds like it was a second nature. the touch made your back arch, only rocking you over his bulge once again. that was his breaking point.

the energy in the car shifted, it suddenly became hot and heavy as he feverishly attempted to rip the rest of your outfit off of you. your little skirt came next, he didn't feel the need to take it off; the position would have made it awkward anyway. instead, he just hiked it up your stomach, flipping the thin material up, giving him a good look at your little lace panties.

"who'd you wear these for, huh?" rick teased, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. his fingers lingered, hooking through the fabric teasingly before letting it snap back against your skin. you couldn't help but squirm under his touch, lust coursing through your veins as you met his gaze of desire.

"nobody.." you began, your words trailing off when he swiped a finger over the most sensitive part of you, leaving a whimper to come out your mouth instead. his hands seized the lacy fabric again, this time pulling on it with force, eliciting a loud ripping sound that echoed through the car. the suddenness of the action caught you off guard, your skimpy little lace panties were now threads in his hands.

your brows creased in annoyance, but before you could protest, his middle finger pressed onto your clit. your hips bucked automatically, and an erotic moan slipped from your mouth. you hadn't realised how sensitive you'd gotten, but he certainly had. 

a low chuckle tumbled out his mouth, his pupils clouded with lust as his finger rubbed slow circles over your throbbing clit. "you're so fucking wet, princess" he almost growled, watching every little jerk of your body as he touched your sensitive nub.

his pace was agonisingly slow, leaving you craving more. you pushed your hips down, practically grinding onto his fingers, casing the pleasure. "more, please" it fell from your lips like a chant, the thoughts in your mind going foggy.

"more?" he questioned with the same cocky chuckle, but alas, he obliged anyway. his fingers stopped their attack on your clit, leaving a dull ache in their wake. but, before you could get bratty from the lack of pleasure, he slipped one finger inside your dripping cunt. 

a sharp whimper unfettered from your mouth at the sensation, your pussy sucking up his fingers feverishly. he inserted another finger, it practically slid inside with how wet you were. as his fingers began to pump in and out, the lewd sound of your wetness filled the small space, making all the blood rush down to his cock.

your hands scrambled for a grip onto anything as he curled his digits inside you, the pleasure overwhelming as they managed to hit that spot again and again and again. your fingers found grip on his bicep, squeezing harshly as the sweet release chased after you. 

"p-please" you begged, choking on your words. you had no idea what you were even begging for at this point, your mind too hazy to even think. 

"you close, baby?" he breathed, right into your ear. you hadn't even realised he had gotten so near. all you could do was nod your head, the coil tightening inside of you. you were so goddamn close, your legs shook as they struggled to hold you up, and your hand closed impossibly tighter around his arm.

the telltale signs were there, he knew how close you were. your walls went taut around his fingers, your body was twitchy and you couldn't even form a coherent sentence. he decided to give in, longing to see your face as you reached that climax.

"cum for me then, sweetheart.. come on" he encouraged, his voice dropping an octave lower.

the encouragement was all you needed, the coil inside you seemed to snap, and you felt like you turned to jelly as you came around his fingers, your face scrunching up in pleasure. "fuck!" you shouted, sure that your moans could be heard by people for miles.

your body collapsed against his, a soft hiss fell from your mouth as he slipped his fingers out, his hand now wrapping around your body possessively. your lips blindly searched for his again, the kiss lazy and sloppy. his hand gripped onto the flesh of your ass, electing a gasp from you as your mouth fell open, allowing him to ease his tongue into your mouth. the muscles fort a silent battle for dominance, him winning obviously, as your hips began erratically grinding against his.

in the haze of the make-out session, you began to notice the fact that he remained fully dressed, while you were left exposed, laid out on display for him. so, you ran your hand down his body, over his sculpted chest and down to his belt. your fingers brushed over the cool metal of the buckle, instinctively pulling at it, hoping he'd catch on.

and he did. with a knowing smirk, he caught your hand, stopping your fumbling attempts at his belt. his eyes locked onto yours, a silent understanding passing between you. without a word, he regained control, swiftly unbuckling his belt and removing it, tossing it aside carelessly. 

you pushed your body up, allowing him to slide his jeans down to his ankles, his legs parting even wider as he was left in just his boxers. the unmistakable bulge in them drew your attention. your bottom lip settled between your teeth as you began to palm your hand over it. he threw his head back in pleasure, a low groan slipping from his mouth while the muscles In his jaw tensed.

"fuck.." he muttered, his voice thick from lust "I need you, now"

"then have me" you responded, coly, as he pushed himself back up to meet your lips. your hands clawed at the waistband of his boxers, trying to paw them off. he noticed your frantic movements, shaking his head at your impatience.

but alas, he gave in to you again, his patience was running thin. his hands joined your scramble to remove his boxers, finally pulling them down to set his hard cock free. it sprung up against his stomach, the tip red and angry. he'd gotten so hard from seeing you all worked up that it was almost painful.

a mischievous look fell over your face, your hands twisting around his throbbing erection, pulling another groan from his throat, this time It was louder with his growing impatience.

his large hands hooked under your thighs, lifting you up. your noise of surprise was silenced as he lined himself up and slipped inside of you. multiple obscenities flew out of both of your mouths as he pushed you down onto his cock.

the stretch was euphoric, your nails created dull crescents in his shoulder as he sunk you down lower and lower. you felt so full, your head tipped back and your eyes scrunched closed. your legs began to shake as he finally sunk you all the way down on his cock, and the moan that escaped his mouth was almost enough to make you cum on the spot.

"feel so good, angel" he groaned as his hand gripped at the nape of your neck, planting more kisses on your lips to distract you from the slight pain as he began to move. his hips bucked up ever so lightly, until the pain turned to pleasure.

his pace picked up when your quiet whimpers turned into fully fledged moans. despite your state, you tried to move your hips to match his rhythm, increasing the pleasure even more. shock waves ran through your body at every little bounce.

"s-so good" you whimpered, echoing his words.

rick chuckled, his head tipped back in amusement, curses slipping from his mouth "fuck princess, I'm so fucking deep" he bought his hand to your stomach, pressing down ever so slightly, causing your back to arch in ecstasy. 

the once clear windows were now fogged up from the sheer heat radiating off your bodies, the car creaking at the speed of his thrusts. if anybody happened to pass by at that moment, they would undoubtedly know exactly what you two were up to.

but that thought wasn't even present in your mind, the only thought you had in that moment was how close you were getting, and rick could tell it too.

"so...close" you stammered, your walls pulsating around him wildly. 

"yeah?" he panted "close already? so needy" the chuckle that left his mouth was teasing, your whimpers and moans music to his ears. the sound of skin slapping together was deafening, probably echoing on for miles.

"what do you say then, baby? you wanna come so bad?" his hand travelled to your clit "say please"

you gasped as his fingers began to rub small circles over your swollen bud, the motion tipping you just over the edge. "oh g-god, please...please, please" the words fell from your mouth like a chant, trying ever so hard to gaze into his eyes.

he groaned, feeling his release chasing him too. "fuck... come on then, princess.. cum for me"

his praise tipped you over the edge, finally reaching your peak. your body shook and your vision went white for a moment. you could barely feel the hand that he slapped over your mouth to keep you from screaming.

your gummy walls pulsating over his cock were enough for him to fall over the edge, his stomach tightening and a string of groans and curses slipping out of his mouth as he came inside of you. his hot, white cum painting your insides.

your eyes opened again, and your hips bucked involuntarily as his cock twitched inside of you. your vision was slowly coming back, thoughts started to regenerate in your head. you could feel the juices dripping down your thighs as you stared into his eyes. god, your dad would be livid if he found out.

shit, you didn't use a condom.

[thinkingotherwise]

Requested by: @dokuhime20120 can you do a kyotaro sugishita x reader but they like mitsuri personality if you know what I mean if you don't is alright

I liked the moment where Mitsuri took care of Nezuko when they were eating (season 3), so it's slightly inspired by the scene. I hope I got her character right.

Kyotaro Sugishita x Mitsuri! reader

You were a very emotional and empathetic person, thriving by being with others. At first glance, you were the opposite of Kyotaro but those who knew him well realized that deep inside he really cared about his friends. You easily brought out this side of him, it'd be hard not to with all the encouragement you gave him. Yet you failed to notice it was only you who could do that.

You quickly gained his approval when he saw how strong you were and how friendly you seemed, making him feel like you were similar to Umemiya, whom he respected. And you, after seeing him fight more than once were awed by the strength he possessed.

You became a constant in his life, running to hug him whenever you saw him, talking his ear off, happy to be by his side, and spending whatever time you could with him. He never scoffed at you, which surprised Sakura when he was immediately met with a groan and glare as soon as he pointed that out. Kyotaro just got attached to your shy but lovely self.

You walked back from Bofurin meeting together with Kyotaro who was strolling behind you, his gaze constantly looking around, watching for any danger that may appear. It was a common situation, with your head full of thought about him and how strong and kind he was, to you at least.

During your walk, you heard crying, making your head turn around searching for the source of the noise. Soon you found a little girl wailing next to a shop. Your eyes softened at her tears. You came closer checking on her and immediately you recognized her. "What happened Akira?" You asked squatting down to be closer to her face. She wiped her face with her sleeves and you grabbed your bag searching for a package of tissue. Before you even found it, Kyotaro came from behind and held it out to the girl, hovering over you two.

After getting to know all about the kid's trouble, that she got lost while she wanted to visit her mom, you decided to help her and lead her mother's workplace. As you held Akira's hand strolling side by side Kyotaro followed after you. He thought you looked like an older sibling to the young kid and he couldn't help but stare at you with soft eyes, admiring your delightful and nurturing nature. The little girl turned back every few minutes looking at him with wide glimmering eyes.

Walking towards her mother's restaurant you were happy to see Akira's tears slowly disappearing. She got quickly used to the new presence of Kyoataro and when you felt her hand leaving yours, you quickly looked back to check on her. Only to smile in surprise when you saw what she was doing. "What?" He asked the little girl as she tugged on his sleeve. His lips twisted in discomfort and slight irritation. His expressions were so easy to read from his face and you giggled as you looked at him. Hearing the sound of your small laugh he noticed you staring and grimaced at you, his cheeks colouring red.

"I want up. Can I?" Akira asked as you came to stand next to her and Kyotaro. "Please." She added. She gave her best puppy eyes to him and he struggled trying to decide what he was supposed to do. Finally, he huffed before he knelt down and the girl bounced joyfully to him.

Noticing she had trouble getting on his shoulders you came up to her and scooped her in your arms helping her to sit on his shoulders. You saw that his hair got tangled a little and she sat on some of his locks you gathered it, trying to be delicate so you wouldn't hurt him, and put it over his shoulders. The moment he felt your fingers brushing against the back of his neck he shivered and this time even his ears became red. He quickly stood up and towered over you with Akira behind his head.

You watched, a wave of relief washing over you, grateful that Kyo could bring a spark of joy amidst the worry. You followed next to them your eyes moving to him once in a while as your head filled with thoughts about him and how kind he was and how good he looked taking care of someone, and oh your heart couldn't really take it. Akira's giggles echoed as she played with Kyo’s hair, weaving tiny braids and chatting about clouds and adventures. A smile bloomed on your face, daydreaming as you walked. When Kyotaro turned to you because he didn't hear you talking for some time, he saw the expression you wore before quickly turning back.

Finally, you appeared at the restaurant where Akira's mother worked, she was surprised to see you and after telling her about what happened she was very thankful that you took care of her daughter and brought her here. In thanks she decided to make some food for you and so you sat with the little girl and Kyotaro eating.

As you sat together at the cozy table, waiting for the food you picked, Akira leaned on you and you gently patted her head. The little girl looked up at you, her eyes filled with gratitude, then she turned to look at Kyotaro who was watching the two of you. Of course he didn't really want to stay here and eat but seeing as the idea brought you so much joy he decided a few more minutes spend with you wouldn't be so bad.

The plates arrived, the enticing aromas filled the air, and Akira’s eyes sparkled with amazement just like yours. Some teamed dumplings, fragrant fried rice, and a variety of colorful vegetable dishes. You both picked your plates before diving in. You hummed in delight savoring each flavor.

You glanced over at Kyotaro, who was watching you with a fond smile, his dark eyes twinkling with affection. His gaze met yours and he quickly turned away coughing once. He picked up some food, he noticed you particularly enjoyed, from his plate and extended it toward you. You looked at his chopsticks and felt warmth spreading over you at this gesture. "For you." He muttered when you didn't take it and his hand reached closer to you.

In truth, he thought you would pick it with your chopsticks but then without much thought, you came closer and ate the piece from his chopsticks. "So good!" You exclaimed. Your mind wasn't fully working, more focused on the tasty food. But when you chewed it down and looked at his wide eyes as they moved from you to his utenils, you gasped. Instantly, you became flustered, your hand covered your mouth and then you heard a small giggle from beside you.

Akira giggled at the sight, her laughter ringing like music in the air, easing the tension but still leaving you embarrassed by what you did. Kyotaro snorted lightly at your face despite the initial shock. "Just eat it." He said when he saw how bewildered and flushed you became. He placed some more food on your plate before starting to eat by himself.

You couldn't help but smile softly at his words. He really made your heart fill with warmth, a gentle flutter of happiness spreading through you. It was moments like these that made everything feel right as if he was the one for you.

[killmeprettypleasee]

Yandere Konïg and Yandere Ghost x Male reader

Headcanons. (They Share)

Yandere! König/Ghost x male reader HEADCANONS

I tried making it yandere but i dont know how- so yeh tried.. this was edited also cus i was i. Such a hurry to make this💀

Warning: Obsessive love, i made reader oblivious, both of them being tad bit possessive, noncon touching but not that explicit i think-, Konig is obsessive and Ghost is possessive.

When they first saw you they're were struck by your beauty, the really thought you were sent by God himself for them.

And when you gazed at them they both tensed up and looked away, this made you think that they dont like you and this made you sad abit and frown.

They didn't mean to make you sad not really! Theyre just very shy of you-

As time went on you got a bit comfortable in the base, Konig gathered up his courage to talk to you first and found out he was actually very kind and cheerful despite how scary and tall he was.

Ghost was watching in the background feeling a bit jealous from this and wish he was Konig.

Konig would hold you by the waist and you would just shrug it off and he thought it was really cute of you.

He would just rub your waist sweetly as you both talk and Ghost cant help but let out a heavy gruff.

After that you were just training then took a short break when you saw Ghost enter the room and walking up to you and this made you tensed up

"L-lieutenate! H-hi?" You said awkwardly with a smile on your face, ghost couldn't help but smile under his mask as he walked up to you "can i talk with you?" He asked with his heavy voice. You nodded in complete confusion but still smiled happily.

He wrapped his hand around one of your thigh and sat down and he still held it, you two talked for almost and hour and Simon cant help but fall for you even more.

Seeing how cute you were when he made lame dad jokes and seeing you think it was really funny.

Sometime passed both of them found out they were both inlove with you and they made a lil duo.

They would hang out with you all the time and some of the Team noticed quickly, when you three were talking Gaz and Soap would pass by and whistle just to teased both of them while you being a complete air head.

Somehow, that you being oblivious is really, really cute-

Time passed both of them acted abit... Off now- Ghost became possessive and Konig obsessive.. konig would just follow you around like a lost puppy holding your small hand compared to him. While Ghost being your body guard.

They almost wont let anybody near you.. they would stare at them at a menacing glare but you wont even noticed it.

And they wont even leave you alone-

You were reading a book you bought with you while drinking coffee.. as you skipped the page you gasped when you felt big arms wrapping around you waist, you turned to look and saw it was Konig nuzzling his cloaked face feeling how warm it was "hi Konig" you smiled and gave him a hug. Ghost was behind his with his eyes glaring, but you got used to it then you stood up to give Ghost a hug aswell and he cant help but shiver in bliss seeing your (majestic) face looking at him "h-hi.." Ghost stuttered out.

The way you stared at them cant help but bring them to bliss

You were just so so cute and they cant help but want you for themselves.. forever..

YOOOO I JUST FINISHED THIS SO QUICKLY 😱 ANYWAYS BYE

[itsoutrageouss]

Can u do a story where Elliot gives the reader head with ice in his mouth <33 storyline could be anything lol

So pretty like this

pairing: elliot x reader

words: 800 ish

warnings: smut, elliot being pussy eating champ, ice-play? temperature-play? cute ass motherfuckers

Loud, bass music was thrumming in your ears, streaming through your veins so your heart thrummed to the beat. You felt Elliot’s eyes on you, leaning against the wall nearby with Rue. A red plastic cup hung loosely in his hand as he chatted with Rue despite his eyes following you like a lost puppy’s. You danced with Jules and a few other of your mutual friends. It felt unfamiliar, and you were sure your body was moving extremely awkwardly and stiff. Elliot didn’t seem to notice that though, that’s at least what you gathered from the look in his eyes. His head was tipped down slightly, eyes peering through his thick lashes dangerously. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly, feeling your palms sweat and face grow red.

“I’m gonna take a break,” you shouted over the music to Jules who nodded sweetly at you before going back to her dancing. You pushed through closed-off crowds of people before actually reaching Elliot and Rue. Before you could say hello, Elli grabbed your wrist.

“Hey uh- we’ll be right back,’ he told Rue, wiping his nose and smiling distractedly to his friend before pulling you through the kitchen and up the flight of stairs that housed several drunk, sad people.

“Elli, where are we going?” You asked with a sheepish chuckle. His hurrying could be mistaken for either lust or anger and it made you nervous. Had you done something wrong?

You and Elliot weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend per se, but the air was never not tense whenever you were around each other. You often used weed or alcohol as an excuse to hook up with each other but had never actually described your relationship any further than ‘we’re close’

He tried a few doors until a free guest bedroom was available. He closed and locked the door while you stood silently, still not sure if he was mad or horny. Your hands were fidgeting in front of you, chest heaving from standing and cheeks rosy. You were sure you looked a mess, but right after he had locked the door, elliot spun around and pulled you in roughly by the waist, red cup still in hand. His lips were on yours in a matter of seconds, tongue already probing to taste you. You let out a surprised moan into his mouth that he gratefully accepted with a sigh. It was lust, thank god.

“Sit down,” he muttered, voice hoarse and low as he dragged your hips down to the edge of the bed. He had never been this straightforward before. It was always slow at first, hesitant touched and kisses. You couldn’t deny the pulsing between your legs at his manhandling- it seemed there was no time for bullshit on his end. He wanted you now.

He placed the cup on the floor to lift up your skirt, dragging down your panties. It was fast, you barely registered what happened before a hand gently pushed you back on the mattress and your legs were spread, pussy on display for him. Your heart was racing, and you were clenching around nothing at his determination. At the silence. He was just looking at you, right where he knew only he could see you. It didn’t last too long though, and you heard him sip his drink, which you found odd. It made you raise your head from the sheets, but once again you were cut off by his cold tongue licking up your slit. You sighed, thighs twitching as your head fell back.

though he never stopped to surprise you, because soon you felt something ice cold against your clit that made you roll your eyes back, hand desperately reaching for his curls.

“Elli, What-“ you moaned again brokenly out into the air with a small, surprised ‘oh’ and the unexpected feeling. You barely registered that it was an ice cube from his drink. It was melting quickly from the heat of your pussy but he used it eagerly with his tongue, swirling it in circles around your throbbing clit. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, never believing a change of temperature could feel so good. Your thighs clenched his head as he moved the tiny piece of ice down from your clit to your hole. He pushed it in along with his tongue and your thighs clenched tightly around his head, the cold feeling inspiring a new kind of pleasure that had your wetness coating his tongue immediately.

“God, Elliot,” you whimpered helplessly as his now warm tongue touched your clit, mouth enveloping you and sucking harshly. Suddenly everything was warm again and you felt so fucking close to cumming.

“Taste so fucking good, Doll. Want you so bad,” he muttered into your pussy, feeling your hips rock into his face. Your lifted your head only for your eyes to meet as he shook his head from side to side with his tongue right on your bundle of nerves. You came with a loud whine, a broken mix of his name and cuss words. He looked so fucking pretty between your legs, big brown eyes looking up at you innocently- an extreme paradox to what he was doing to you. You softly pushed his head away and he leaned back onto his heels with a content sigh.

“Thought about doing that for fucking hours,” he said with a subtle smile up at you. “Was it okay?”

You saw a sliver of the gentle, nervous elliot behind the lust and confidence there. “I never even knew that was a thing. It was amazing elliot,” you replied with a chuckle, still feeling the wetness of your cum and the melted ice between your legs.

“Well you look really fucking pretty like this,” he muttered, thumb running through your folds still on display. It made you twitch from sensitivity and your face heated up quickly at the way he looked at what he was doing.

He gave you back your panties and you knew they’d feel uncomfortable with your slick the rest of the night, but it had been worth it.

“I’m the only one that gets to do this to you, right?” He asked right as you were about to unlock the door. His hand was on your waist again.

“Yes, Elli. It’s only you” you assured him, turning to look into his eyes. You wanted to show him how much you meant it.

“M’ all yours.” You left before he could reply out of nervousness, and therefore missed the adoring smile that fell over his face.

You were all his.

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We Got the Rest of the Summer | SamBucky | T | 1.4k | AO3

Summary: The cookout came to an end, yet Sam and Bucky stayed behind at the pier. It wasn’t unusual for them to do so seeing as they both worked there during the summers. It was where they got to know one another better. Bucky, the swaggering guy from the big city. Sam, the shy son of a preacher. They could not have been more different. But there was something in the way that Bucky’s gaze lingered on Sam a little too long, how Sam could not resist ‘accidentally’ brushing against Bucky, or how they each gravitated towards one another that spoke of a sameness within them. You see, Sam always knew he liked boys, he just didn’t know any other boys who liked boys, too. That was until Bucky Barnes and his family moved to the small community.

A/N: Written for @sambuckylibrary SamBucky Summer Bingo 2024 - Vacation Card Square Fills: Cookout & Meanwhile, On the Boat...

Sam always enjoyed when his community hosted cookouts. It was nice when everyone came together to share in food and laughs. Coming from such a small town where everyone knew everyone else had its drawbacks, but at times when they were celebrating together, it reminded Sam that not everything was bad. He was going to miss those gatherings when he went off to school in the Fall. 

“Hey, Wilson,” called Bucky Barnes from up on the dock. “You just gonna stand there lookin’ pretty or can I get a hand with this?”

Bucky and his family had moved to Delacroix two years ago and he was a pain in Sam’s ass. A handsome, charming, cocky pain. Sam glanced around, squinted from the low hanging afternoon sun, and saw the other young man standing near his truck with both hands lifted in a questioning manner. Sam let out a sigh and made his way over. 

“Finally,” said Bucky. “Here, help with this.”

He gestured to the ice box sitting in the back of the truck.

“What, you couldn’t lift this yourself, Barnes?” asked Sam, eyes inadvertently shifting to Bucky’s arms. 

The other boy gave Sam a knowing smile and said, “See somethin’ you like?”

“Shut up,” Sam retorted, dragging his eyes away. 

Bucky let out an amused laugh and said, “Ready, lift on three – one, two, three.”

They lifted the ice box from the tray of the truck and then carried it over to where one of the picnic tables sat. Miss Georgina thanked them, and they each gave her their brightest smiles. Sam walked away, not really knowing where he was going as Bucky fell into step beside him. 

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be instead of following me around like a lost puppy?” asked Sam, glancing sideways at Bucky.

“Nope,” Bucky replied as he nudged Sam’s shoulder with his. “I’m right where I wanna be.”

Despite himself, Sam could not help the smile that tugged at his lips. This was how they related to one another. Playful banter and innocent bickering. It was their thing, and even though in his most secret, quiet moments, Sam wished for more, he was happy. Happy that he had gotten to know Bucky at all. 

…

The cookout came to an end, yet Sam and Bucky stayed behind at the pier. It wasn’t unusual for them to do so seeing as they both worked there during the summers. It was where they got to know one another better. Bucky, the swaggering guy from the big city. Sam, the shy son of a preacher. They could not have been more different. But there was something in the way that Bucky’s gaze lingered on Sam a little too long, how Sam could not resist ‘accidentally’ brushing against Bucky, or how they each gravitated towards one another that spoke of a sameness within them. You see, Sam always knew he liked boys, he just didn’t know any other boys who liked boys, too. That was until Bucky Barnes and his family moved to the small community. 

Bucky Barnes, with his confidence and flirtatious ways. He, who looked at Sam with interest and ignited something within the other boy. He, who never pushed Sam to rush into anything. They had grown close over the years and there was an attraction there. An attraction that neither of them acknowledged to anyone but themselves, even though Sam wanted to.

Sam sat beside Bucky on the boat his family owned, thinking about how when the summer came to its inevitable end, Sam would be leaving everything that he knew behind. The humid air laden with salt. The starry night skies that stretched to the end of the world. The laughter of the people he cared for. The quiet moments on the boat with Bucky. The other boy’s smile and laugh.

“Can’t believe you’re leavin’ me,” Bucky said suddenly, cutting through Sam’s fond but melancholic reverie. 

Sam glanced sideways at Bucky and said, “So it’s just you, uh? Not leaving my family and friends, too? Everything revolves around you, does it?”

He was aiming for joking and teasing, but he could see the somberness encompassing Bucky’s expression.  

Bucky shrugged and said, “Nah, but I am gonna miss you somethin’ terrible.”

Bucky let his head fall and looked down at his own hands. Sam glanced down as well, then, without much thought, he reached over and laced his fingers with Bucky’s. 

“I’m gonna miss you, too,” said Sam softly. 

A beat of silence stretched between them for a moment before Bucky spoke once more.

“You – you know I like you, right?”

“Yeah, course,” Sam replied. “I like you, too.”

“No, Sam, I mean I really, really like you,” said Bucky in a whisper. “I’ve never liked anyone as much as I like you.”

Sam felt his pulse quicken and his tummy do a little flip. They had danced around one another, but never really admitted their feelings. Sam knew Bucky liked boys, Sam just never thought Bucky liked him.

“You like me, like me? Like, in that way?” he asked, feeling like one of his most secret fantasises was playing out in that moment. 

“Yeah,” said Bucky with a little nervous laugh. “Thought it was kinda obvious this whole time.”

He lifted his head to look at Sam then, his eyes bright under the lighting at the docks. 

Sam smiled at him, gave his hand a squeeze, and said, “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying too much attention. My Mama says I’ve got my head in the clouds most of the time.”

“She’s right,” said Bucky as he squeezed Sam’s hand back. “But ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.”

Bucky looked at Sam then, with a mixture of reverence and hope. Sam smiled at him and then dipped his head, somewhat coyly. 

“I really like you, too, Buck,” he said, just above a whisper. 

Bucky smiled widely then, causing Sam’s breath to hitch. He really was terribly handsome up close. 

“Gosh, you’re so pretty, Sam,” Bucky said sincerely. “I come from a city o’ eight million people and I ain’t never seen anyone as pretty as you.”

“Stop,” said Sam shyly, as he smiled and dipped his head.

“It’s true,” said Bucky, nudging him with his shoulder. “You’re beautiful, Sammy.”

“Why didn’t you tell me all o’ this sooner?” asked Sam with a playfulness to his tone, even though his face was burning and his tummy was now somersaulting.

“Thought we had more time,” said Bucky, something plaintive around the edge of his tone.

Sam looked at him again and said, “We got the rest of the night. We got the rest of the summer.”

Bucky smiled then and said, “Yeah, we do. So, what d’ya wanna do?”

That hopeful look returned to his eyes. Sam almost forgot how to speak. 

“I – I’d really like it if you’d, y’know, if you’d –”

Bucky smiled and said, “Spit it out, Wilson. We don’t got forever.”

“Hush,” said Sam as he swatted playfully at Bucky’s arm. “I was sayin’, I’d really like it if you –” 

“What?” Bucky whispered as his gaze fell to Sam’s lips. 

“If you’d kiss me,” said Sam so quietly that Bucky nearly missed it. 

“You want me to kiss you, pretty boy?” asked Bucky as he leaned in closer, all of that swagger making Sam’s head spin. 

“Yeah,” Sam breathed out. “If you want to.”

“I do,” said Bucky as he inched closer. “More than anything.”

The pair smiled at one another before Bucky closed the distance and his lips met Sam’s. The kiss was soft and chaste and had both of their heads swimming. Bucky’s tongue teased the seam of Sam’s lips before Sam granted him entrance and they deepened the kiss. They sat there, on the boat, under the Louisiana night sky, and poured everything into the kiss. All of their hopes and fears for the future. All of their youthful exuberance for the present time. 

After a moment, they draw apart breathlessly and smiled at one another. 

“That was – wow,” said Bucky. 

“Yeah, it was,” said Sam. 

“I could do that with you forever,” Bucky admitted, his voice earnest and true. 

“Yeah, me too.”

“But we don’t got forever,” said Bucky, somewhat sadly, as he lowered his head.

Sam reached over, placed his hand to Bucky’s chin, and tilted upwards, before saying, “I guess the rest of summer will do.”

[karshown]

literally this is js abt how Choso would more than likely act if he was Y/N's bf/husband.

Choso's personality: calm, chill, doesn't like attention nor does he crave it, likes to be more in the shadows, clingy, honestly inlove with you & refuses to notice any other woman thats not you.

hes a homebody

fempoc reader x choso

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Scenario #1:

Out of you two, you were the one that was outgoing, extroverted & loved being the center of attention around crowds of people. You were always the spotlight in any circumstance, whether you liked it or not (which you always did.)

Choso on the other hand simply hated it, he hated the thought of having all eyes on him or being around more than 2-3 people, or people in general. Anyone who wasn't you simply didn't have his attention, nor did he want to indulge in any conversation with them.

Anytime you two went to a party it was strictly him following you around like a lost puppy, & you jumping from place to place to at least have a small conversation with almost everyone at the large gatherings.

So today when you mentioned you two having to attend a party with more people than the last, he was truly sick to his stomach as much as he wanted to vomit he held it in.

His stomach churned as he wanted to curl into a ball, all he wanted to do was stay home with you, only you.

"Choso comeee onnn!! lets see the light in this one thing!" you encouraged as you tugged on his arm, he wouldnt budge, not even a little. He slouched into the couch beneath him, manspreading in a desperate attempt to make you change your mind without actually telling you to change your decision.

"So stubborn," you blurted out as he huffed and puffed, you two were truthfully opposites. Moving closer to him, relaxing into the couch you begged and pleaded, clasping your hands together while doing so.

"Just this one time, baby, pleaseee.." you whispered into his ear, sending a slight shiver down his spine as the small hairs on his neck rose. the word 'baby' did something to him, made him feel some type of way that he'd never felt before, made him want to beg to be called 'baby,'

Made him act out.

"I don't want to." Chosos rough voice echoed throughout the house, spooking you as you almost forgot the sound of his voice. Despite that, this only made you frustrated, now thinking of it though, you two go out almost all of the time? maybe you could stay in the house this one time.

"Okayyy fine!!" Choso was more than relieved at this point he took this moment as a miracle, in the blink of an eye he swiftly pulled you closer, you sat in between his spread legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist, snuggling into your bare shoulder, although his actions took you by surprise, you were satisfied.

Maybe staying at home wasn't too bad.

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Scenario #2

You had your phone turned off for a few hours, all you wanted was to finally get sleep, even if it was just for a little over 4 hours, you barely slept yesterday or the day before that. Your body was starting to feel like you were floating, as if you were naturally high.

Choso had been blowing up your phone for the past few hours, naturally you didn't know that, you felt at peace until..

BOOM.

My door swung open aggressively as it hit the wall behind it, my red, lowlided eyes shot openas I jerked awake immediately.

"fuck.." I whined to myself as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, barely processing that someone was towering over my figure from behind. The second I noticed the bigger shadow that ate mine up alive, I stiffened.

I barely could force any words out of my mouth, I couldn't even pry my lips apart. I soon felt a strong hand putting its entire weight on my shoulder, I swallowed the lump in my throat as my legs went limp. Was he going to kill me? were they even a he?

"I called you 79 times, facetimed you 20, and texted you at least 60, i even went as far as to check your social media account for any activity. I thought you were DEAD." Choso tightened his grip on my shoulder as despite the situation I was in, I felt relieved that I wasn't near death.

Until I took a moment of realization, that's not normal.

"m-my phone was turned off.." I stuttered as I tried to finally form an actual sentence, It was like I had to remember how to speak. Choso loosened his grip on my shoulder and eventually his hand dropped. At that point I hadn't realized that I had been holding my breath the entire time until I let out a loud sigh.

Soon Choso grasped onto the fact that he probably looked like a psychopath right now, especially after saying his actions outloud in the open which allowed him to register everything. Understanding how bad this situation might've seemed.

"O-oh well um, I realized that I might've acted out." He lowly said as he directed his attention elsewhere, to the floor beneath him clearly disappointed in himself. I shifted around as I turned to face him, the vulnerability was clear.

This side of Choso was a rare sight. I let out another sigh, this time a little louder than the last.

"Choso, I don't blame you, I completely understand, my love." I stood on my toes as I cupped the side of Chosos face in my hand, gently grazing my lips onto his. Completely unfazed by him acting like a literal crazy person.

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Scenario #3

You had been crying silently for a good hour and a half now, not because something major happened to make you completely bawl your eyes out but because you felt like you needed this.

During your crying session your phone began to vibrate from under your curled up position, lazily searching for your phone as it rung back to back, assuming it wouldn't stop until you decided to answer you finally found it, the caller ID flashed the screen as it was Choso.

Your face instantly lit up, but he couldn't see you like this, in such a spot, such a negative position. Using the little bit of power that you had left, you wiped away your excess tears, leaving your face slightly damp but that was fine.

You repeatedly rubbed your puffy red eyes, trying to get rid of as much evidence of you crying as possible. Once you were fully sure that he wouldn't notice you answered the phone, plastering a gentle smile on your face.

"Hii my heart, hows the trip?" your voice slightly cracked, not enough for it to be too obvious but you naturally noticed it. You tilted the phone up to face you as you noticed how alarmed he seemed.

"Have you been crying? whats going on?!" he was extremely concerned, and more importantly confused, what had happened during the few hours that he had been gone?

"N-no, I mean no I haven't!" you quickly resorted to calming him down, he was usually a calm person until it came to you, until something involved you.

"I'm coming over, the plane is delayed regardless." before you could stop him and beg for him to go on the trip he had been waiting for, he hung up. With barely enough energy to rapidly type your phone slipped out of your loose grip, you fell back onto the bed as you stared at the ceiling.

A little over thirty minutes passed until you heard the sound of the front door unlocking and forcefully shutting. Your room was upstairs and one of the first rooms that you encountered once you started walking down the long hallway.

Before you knew it Choso came barging in, with chocolates in one hand and your favorite flowers in the other.

"Sorry I took too long, I just needed to make a few stops." he said it like it was a normal thing, a normal thing for him to leave the airport, he'd been boasting about the trip for 2 months straight, even when you dreaded hearing about it you still listened to every detail.

"Choso I said im fi-" just when you thought the chocolates and bouquet were the only thing he'd brought, he had also bought a small brown teddybear, you stared in awe as he brought it to the side of the bed you were on.

"You were clearly crying, i wasn't born yesterday." his tone was stern, as he wasn't taking no or anything of that nature for an answer.

You were his first priority before anything.

He began to open the box of chocolates as he gently grabbed you, wrapping one arm around your waist as he held you close, he shifted his figure on the bed just so you were comfortable, the back of your head rested against his solid chest.

"Open." he commanded as you opened your mouth slowly, he stuffed a small piece of chocolate into your mouth, you soon chewed on the little bit of white chocolate.

"What about your trip?" you asked with a hint of concern in your tone, about something he completely disregarded, completely forgot about all for your wellbeing.

"I mean, fuck it."

He said with a slight shrug, resuming to feeding you more of the delicious chocolate.

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ugh i love choso // I own none of the artwork used, credits to the artists of any piece of art used.

[pretty-toru]

Can you talk about a situation where gojo and y/n are best friends since childhood and they start to develop something but it’s still not clear so they’re kinda in between that

i just had to include pining!gojo so i hope that's alright with you!! 🤍

Satoru knew he liked you first, the type to say "It's always been you" when it comes down to it. You were beautiful to him since the first encounter and he treasures the friendship he built with you over the years. So when you began to see him more than just an annoying kid who turned into a handsome young man, you were unsure how to feel about this because you don't know how it'll affect the dynamics.

You and Satoru spent late nights together before but for some reason it feels different this time around. He's always looked at you the same but you're now only noticing how you can get so lost in his eyes. You both held hands running away from the servants as troublemaking kids, but it feels intimate when your fingers accidentally touch his and neither of you move for a moment. It's a small thing to get worked up over so you don't dwell on it.

The next day feels mostly normal but when Satoru walks into the classroom you suddenly have weird thoughts like did he always look that attractive? He notices your gaze on him and he simpers, "Stare any harder and I'll think you've fallen for me~" He's being full of himself again so you say something smart, but you never entirely rejected the statement. Shoko and Geto share a telepathic signal regarding their bets on you two.

When you're helping a cute grandma with her groceries and Satoru tags along because he follows you everywhere. She thanks you both for your utmost kindness, and before she lets you go about your afternoon she asks, "By the way, are you seeing anyone? I have a fine grandson-" Satoru chimes in hugging you tightly and explaining to the sweet old lady that you're with him so sadly you're off the market. You’re already used to him pretending for the couples promotion so you leave it at that.

You have wondered why Satoru hasn't been dating anyone when he attracts the attention of many girls, coming up to him and leaving their numbers with him but they could be meeting in secret. When it's his day off or the weekend, you're always included in his plans along with Geto, Shoko, and the other students. You'd stay peeled for any special girl that Satoru wants to introduce to his close friends yet she never appeared.

This goes on for several months before you come to terms that you DO have romantic feelings for Satoru, and as you muse over everything he has done you think maybe he does too. But with these things it's always a 50/50 chance. You either start dating and have a great relationship, or the friendship withers and you stop being best friends and that scared you. So you confide in Shoko and much to your surprise, you are the last person to know that he has liked you since the beginning.

― a little bonus:

You find Satoru later that night, bringing up how you two promised to stay best friends forever no matter what when you were kids. He pulls himself upright from his bed after sensing the hint of seriousness in your voice and goes, "Yeah?" His heart nearly stops when you're silent for a moment from gathering your courage, and he most definitely wasn't prepared for the heartfelt confession that follows after.

Satoru's grinning like a complete idiot before trapping you in his arms for a tight embrace, "You had me worried there for a second, you know that? And here I thought you were never going to like me back!" When he retracts back slightly, his hands holding you firmly by the shoulders and azure eyes sparkling like sunlight over ocean waves. "Hey, can you say it again for me?"

Your cheeks flush slightly and you glance away from him. "I already told you I was going to say it only once. You should've listened the first time." He moves into your line of sight with puppy eyes, and you swear you weren't going to cave but Satoru's just too cute when he says please. After you tell him that you like him over and over again, he reciprocates tenfold before leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips 一 the most innocent kiss that made your mind go blank and feeling a little giddy and a lot of happiness.

He gently rests his forehead against yours and his hand moves to settle on your waist, the other taking your much smaller hand in his and rubbing small circles over your palm to keep him grounded. "You realize that if we start going out, it'd probably end with us getting married, right?"

"Yeah." Your smile widens, you knew Satoru was always part of your future but it's sweeter knowing that he'll be your companion for life if everything works out between you two like you hoped. You also knew your feelings didn't develop overnight and it was there all along but realizing and accepting them was startling.

"Is that okay with you?"

You nod slowly. "Yeah. And you?"

Satoru squeezes your hand and presses a kiss to your forehead, your nose, the corners of your mouth, then your pretty lips as you hold back your giggles. "You wanna know something? I can't think of anyone more perfect to spend the rest of my life with than you."

[qqtxt]

[🌸] apology w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x gn!reader / idol!txt / employee!you / comfort fluff (hint of angst if you squint) / small mentions of food and eating ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 350 words per member / altogether, word count: 954 words ✿ in which they’ve done or said something to hurt you, and they try to reach out to apologise to you. [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet​ 🌸

it wasn’t a big thing, really. it was something small, minuscule, but it was the stress and tension lately that took it up a notch that it resulted to both of you not speaking for a day or two. the silence ends when you know you’re not alone by your desk. it’s late into the night, everyone’s long gone so at least you’ll have that much privacy to your surroundings. you look up and...

[🐰] soobin soobin carefully places an energy drink with a small hand-written note, well-aware you’re staring at him. he swallows thickly, moves his hands to clutch behind his back as he lowers his gaze to his feet, patiently waiting for you to take his offering. he gathers the courage to peek up to your reaction, watching as your eyes soften at the note: i’m sorry. i miss you. please forgive me? he doesn’t expect much; it’s been a long day, he’s tired, you’re tired, but he can’t go on another day without being able to hear from you in some sort of way. his eyes follow you as you stand and hold your arms out, to which he walks around your table to step into your embrace. sinking in the warmth, the familiarity, the wash of relief washing over him as he holds onto you and doesn’t let go. all is well now; with you, all the bad things dissolve to nothing.

[🦊] yeonjun your eyes widen at the sight of a hand placing a few cups of instant ramen, with a singular note that reads: please don’t skip your meals... and i’m sorry. you trace the hand to the owner and you’re met with yeonjun’s gaze. initially, you remain unmoving but then you notice the sheer layer of tears glazing his eyes despite him trying to look away. he’s never quite good with his words when the emotions get the best of him and the fact that he’s trying–albeit with written word–it makes your heart swell at what he must’ve thought putting this together. when you rise to your feet, walking around the table with your arms spread out, he immediately pulls you in and lets out a shaky breath. home. it was home, he was back home... and it’s warm, smells like you and feels like you and sounds like–”i missed you, jun-ah.”–sounds like love, too.

[🐯] beomgyu beomgyu’s standing in front of your table, like a lost puppy, doesn’t know what to do now that he’s here. he was so certain how things would play out in his mind but when he’s standing here, he’s... his mind has disconnected. all he does know what to do is spread his arms out to you, eyes begging, pleading for you to hold him. you turn your chair and he’s able to drag himself to stand in front of you. your hand, reaches out for his hand to hold and it’s like you’ve brought him to his knees. he kneels before you and tries his best to hug you despite the odd angle. your hand go through his hair, the other holding him by the shoulders to keep him close. even with no words being exchanged, beomgyu knows he’s forgiven when you kiss him at the side of his head. he demands to stay like that for a while even if you try to pull away so you oblige; quietly, in each other’s embrace, in the thick of the rising night.

[🐿] taehyun he clears his throat to get your attention and when you look up, you notice how his demeanour changes. from what seemed to be confident and bold, shrivels to uncertainty and anxiousness. whatever he had initially thought to say in his mind... disappears at the sight of your eyes looking at him like that. he tries to look away but he can’t find the strength to; it pains him. his lips part and you’re anticipating to hear his voice but the hesitance get the best of him before anything can be said. his hand slowly reaches out and he taps your elbow resting on the table. when your arm moves, he’s able to gesture you to stand up, lightly tugging you to your feet and then you feel it. the way taehyun puts his arms around you, his breath shakily hitting your neck, his embrace tightening, afraid you’d leave. i’m sorry. soft, gentle, regretful... sincere. taehyun can breathe properly when he feels your arms circling around his waist, returning the hug as you nuzzle your face to his chest and he can rest easy. you’re... you’re home.

[🐧] kai your eyes widen slightly at the sight of a pair of keychain plushies being placed on your desk. palm-sized, fuzzy, adorable... penguins. it was obvious. painfully obvious. you tip your chin up and notice the pair of doe eyes looking down at you, sadly, longingly. his fingers then trail over to your hand on the desk, cold fingertips touching the warmth of the back of your hand like a silent plea. he doesn’t know it but the way he frowns is what makes your heart pinch; a soft prick to the chest. deciding that the torment was enough, you move your hand from his fingers to raise it up to him. he gapes at the gesture but doesn’t hesitate to lean in, half-bending over your desk to put his cheek to your hand. his cheek warms up to the feeling of your palm against his face, your thumb gently caressing circles darkening under his eyes as they flutter shut. it was a small and silent gesture but with the way you’re touching him, so tender, so careful, kai knows things are back to the way they should be.