#he would never admit it but it’s okay we love him nonetheless

[grimst4rs]

Some say humans are destined to be held. The way the crevice of one's neck and shoulder allows to hold someone else's head, the way fingers and palms press together, filling the missing pieces, the way curves and hollows allow another to fold into them, creating something new.

Soulmates don't exist. The idea that souls are intertwined, bound to find each other in a flurry of many other souls in a search for their one, is from a realm far away from that of humanity. That was what the androgyne myth said, too, that perfection is realised by the communion of two, making an entity of everything capable and that, when split, their destiny was to find each other all over again. A search that happened to be completed, and sometimes the very soul was the one that was lost in the search of their missing half, for that you have to leave what you once knew and search for something you might know.

Therefore, Sirius called it, quite straightforwardly, ‘bullshit’. He had not known love, in a house where his mother and father barely saw each other (soul searching? Their souls had been 'destined' to meet, but the implications of that were disastrous'), in which the way of life was to settle, not strive, which was so unlike how their family acted. In a house where marriages were an affair and not a declaration of love, in a house in which children were heirs, and not a proof of its irrevocability and irreplaceability love.

And, besides, it was not like Sirius was particularly loveable. He had been told he was hard to love. Too vocal, too cold, too difficult, too much for someone who wanted to live a quiet, peaceful life.

He had grown accustomed to lust, though - for that lust did not imply feelings. He drew attention, he knew that, and he had made peace with that; yet, something in his chest shrivelled every time he saw hunger in people's eyes, rather than devotion, and although he would never dare admit it, he hoped that, one day, he could love and be loved, he could break away from the cycle, he could strive for something he did not know, not settle for something that was already well-known, yet made him so terribly unhappy.

Being a Black meant darkness, and people searched for the light at the end of the tunnel, not for the darkness that would encapsulate them either way, sooner or later.

So no, love had never been meant for Sirius. Until he met eyes warm as autumn, a boy who loved fiercely and stood unwavering, even when shadows gathered. With hair forever tousled by the fingers' fate of the skies he defied and a heart as wild as the wind, James Potter was a storm wrapped in sunlight, the kind whose light lingers, even after the night takes him.

[dinogoofymutated]

may i pretty please request a wolverine x reader where he gets super clingy when he’s tired and he’s just so soft with the reader following her around like a little puppy until she agrees to go to finally go to bed so they can cuddle and sleep and it’s just 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Wolverine/GN!Reader THIS!!! I absolutely love soft Logan and having this big, rageing machine of a man turn into an absolute puppy when he's sleepy and in love UGH. I need him to be real RN so we can go get married and live happily ever after in the mountains I stg Sorry that this one is kinda short. It's really fluffy and I hope yall enjoy! TWs: None! Reader is written pictuing fem but no pronouns mentioned.

    You woke up a little while ago with the striking revelation that you had completely forgotten to finish grading exams. Sure, you could have waited till the morning, but you had become restless. At this point, the only thing that was gonna help you fall back asleep was to just get it over with. 

   You let out a sigh as you finish another exam, moving on to the next one in the stack. You remember when you had first joined the X-men, expecting it to all be adventures and saving people from immediate threats- you never would have expected to be where you are now. The thought makes you laugh a little bit. You, a teacher? Oh, how times have changed. For the better, but changed nonetheless. The door to your classroom creaks open slowly, and you look over to see Logan. His eyes are half closed as he shuffles over to you, leaning over the back of your chair to wrap his arms around your shoulders and set his chin atop your head.

    “Come back to bed, baby.” Logan rumbles. You rub one of his arms back and forth with one of your hands as you continue to write with the other.

    “Sorry, did I wake you up?” You ask. Logan only hums from above you, adjusting his head to press his cheek against your hair. You know what he means, even if he won't admit it.

    “Okay, well just give me a moment and I’ll get back in bed with you, okay?” You tell him, admittedly feeling a little guilty for disturbing his sleep. Logan doesn’t respond, and instead begins to move to the other side of your chair.

    “Logan?” You call his name curiously as he begins to sit down on the floor next to you. He huffs as he leans his head against your thighs, practically using your lap as a pillow.

    “I’ll stay here, thanks.” He says, and you can't help but laugh a little.

    “Logan, There is no way that’s comfortable.” You protest, but he simply shrugs, closing his eyes as he nuzzles into your lap.

    “ ‘ve been through worse.” Logan sighs, and you swear you’re smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. You can’t help but shake your head at him anyway, writing a graded letter on the latest exam before moving it over again.

    “You’re actually ridiculous, you know that?” Logan only hums in response to you, his breathing beginning to slow as you run a hand through his hair. The two of you sit like that for a while, and although you do feel bad about how uncomfortable it must be for him to sit down there like that, Logan doesn’t complain. You rub your eyes when you’ve finally finished grading the last exam, setting it neatly on your desk with the others. You’re ready to finally get up from that god-forsaken seat, but the weight in your lap is keeping you from doing so. When you look down, it’s clear to see that Logan has fully fallen asleep in your lap. You try to keep yourself from smiling too hard as you brush your hand across his shoulders and try to wake him up. 

    “Logan.” You call for him gently, and all he does is grunt in a sleepy way. “Come on, I’m gonna get a glass of water and then I’ll meet you in bed.” You shake him just a tad bit rougher, and Logan grunts again, slowly blinking his eyes open as he sits up. You run your hand through his hair one more time before standing. You wait for him at the door of the classroom, giving him a kiss on his cheek before you turn in the opposite direction, headed towards the kitchen. At first, you think you’re hearing things, but after a few more heavy steps from behind you, you turn around and are face to face with a sleepy, grumpy, Logan. You look at him in disbelief. 

    “I’m not going far. I’m just getting a drink and I’ll meet you in bed?” You can’t believe that he’s still trailing behind you, looking like a lost puppy. He almost pouts at you. Logan Howlett, the one and only Wolverine, pouting at you over something so silly.

     “Lo. You cannot be serious.” You say, once again trying your best not to laugh. Logan huffs at you, walking forward to take your hand before he’s leading you to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

     “You’ll get over it.” He grumbles. The walk to the kitchen to get water is just as quick as you thought it would be, if not a little longer due to Logan being stuck to your side the whole time, being built wide like a fridge and being in the way no matter what with how close he was. He’s got his arm draped over you on the way back to bed, refusing to be less than three inches away from you at all times. You hardly have time to lock the door to your shared room before he’s grabbing you by the waist and tugging you under the covers. God, he was so ridiculous like this and you love him so much for it. It takes a moment for you to get settled under the covers, Logan’s hold on you being equivalent to being held in a steel cage and leaving very little room for movement. 

    When you turn to tell him goodnight, he’s already fast asleep. You lean in and kiss him goodnight anyway, and you swear that you see him smile unconsciously before you tuck yourself into his chest, finally resting in his comforting and secure arms.

[heaven4lostgirls]

hi!! i was curious if you would write something that starts out with barty x reader and evan is just friends with both of them before feeling like he’s impeding on their relationship (a little bit angsty if you’re comfortable with that) but barty and reader tell him that he’s not impeding at all and they’re actually very interested in him joining their relationship (totes no worries if not!!)

pairing: poly!rosekiller x reader

summary: request above!

word count: 1.8k

a/n: thank you for your your request, this somehow came much easier to me than i thought it would? (i’m blaming the fact that they have been consuming my every thought since last week) not proofread btw

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evan’s not sure when it started, when it started feeling less like evan hanging out with two of his close friends and more like evan third wheeling two of his closest friends.

he dislikes it, the change. it makes him feel silly, why does he want to spend this much time with two people who obviously have no obligation to him outside of friendship? (and why does he wish that would change?)

he watches you and barty stroll ahead of him in the streets of hogsmeade, inhibiting himself from increasing his walking speed to catch up to the two of you, to join in the boisterous laughter that you two share.

instead, he lets himself watch longingly of what he so wishes was his future. his eyes travel along the landscape of the small town, always finding his eyes making their way back to your shared figures ahead of him.

your hair catching the orange glare of the setting sun, comparable in brightness to the smile on barty’s face as he listens to you babble nonsensically about a novel you had been reading.

evan allows himself only a single moment to mourn, mourn a love he had never really had in the first place, but nonetheless mourn the loss.

he knew he could never tell either of you of his feelings, he had watched the both of you fall in love, the shared glances, lingering touches and lovesick gazes.

all of which he longed to experience yet knew that neither of you would ever reciprocate his feelings. so he tortured himself in spending his free time with you both, to limit suspicion, but ever so slightly, pulling away, tending to walk behind the both of you, instead of with, sitting behind the two of you in class but always paired with another classmate for projects. studying with the two of you in the library, but always leaving early with one or more excuses.

barty and you had noticed, of course you had, but chalked it up to evan only adjusting to the shift in dynamic between your trio. you both missed him dearly but never asked for him to stay in fear of pushing him further away.

and thus, in a viscious cycle, the three of you drifted further apart than ever before, each party too afraid of admitting that they missed the other and impeaching on unconscious boundaries.

however, as you and barty walk down hogsmeade, evan trailing behind the two of you like a glorified guard dog rather than your best friend, you murmur to your lover, “we need to talk to him” with a sad look.

barty turns to you with furrowed eyebrows, “what if he doesn’t want to talk?” he says and you can’t help but turn and pitifully look back at evan’s bored yet slightly sad expression.

“we have to try, i-we can’t lose him” you emphasize and barty nods in understanding before placing a hand on your cheek.

“we’ll talk with him when we reach the castle, okay angel?” he says with a soft murmur, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. you hum in acknowledgement before closing your eyes.

evan’s heart clenches at the sight of the two of you, so perfectly fit together, how could he ever compete? not that he wanted to, but he knew deep down that he would never be what either of you wanted nor needed and it was better to cut his losses than to have his heart broken unexpectedly.

as you reach the castle, you all make your way to the slytherin common room and up to barty and evan’s shared dorm. evan is about to make an excuse about studying in the library to avoid being alone with you two but before he can make his escape, your voice breaks the silence in the empty dorm.

“evan.” your tone is soft and calming, yet evan’s heart drops to his stomach, clenching painfully as he closes his eyes in an “oh fuck” moment.

he turns to you with a fake smile, beckoning you to continue, hoping whatever you’re going to say, it isn’t what he thinks it is.

“what’s going on?” so it’s exactly what he thinks it is, he doesn’t have to play into this, he doesn’t have to give you the answers you seek- “what’s what?” he asks as he shrugs, faking nonchalance at the situation.

you and barty share a look that has evan clenching his jaw, “you’re pulling away from us!” you accuse him. the silence that follows is defeaning, the only sound is evan’s sharp intake of breath.

“we don’t have to talk about this-“ evan says quickly as he looks alarmed at the both of you before barty scoffs.

“yes we fucking do” and there’s a ‘don’t argue with me’ tone in his voice. evan only avoids his gaze as he looks at his shoes and shrugs once again.

“it doesn’t matter-“ he says again with an avoidant tone, barty only growls in annoyance. “yes it fucking does evan! we miss you!” barty states loudly and evan can’t help but flinch as he meekly looks up and meets barty’s gaze.

you clench your jaw in hope that it stops the tears from welling in your eyes. “did we do something? to-make you uncomfortable?” your voice breaks midway and evan’s wide eyed gaze jumps to yours in alarm and worry at the tears in your eyes.

“no!-no.” he shakes his head with wide eyes, “fuck.” he says as he looks down again and blows out a breath as he rakes a hand through his messy blonde hair.

“it’s just-“ he blows out a frustrated breath. “i can’t do this” he shakes his head as his voice wobbles, you look at barty whose gaze is swimming in worry.

“evan” barty starts softly, in the same tone he uses just for you, evan flinches as he hears it and shakes his head again, this time more frantically as he pulls at his roots.

he looks at barty in an almost manic movement, looking comparably to a rabid animal backed into a corner. “don’t-“ he starts as he chokes up, “don’t use that fucking tone” he says as he wraps his arms around himself. “not-not when you use it with her, not when i know it doesn’t mean the same as thing” he stammers out as he backs himself more into the wall.

“evan” barty’s eyes soften and you look at him again before deciding to walk closer to evan, “is that what this is about?” you ask softly, your heart clenching as he withdraws from you further, not letting you come any further towards him.

“what else could it possibly be about!” he cries out and looks at the two of you, gaze jumping from both of your figures as tears fall steadily past his pale cheeks.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did-”

“evan..”

“-and i tried to pull away but it just kept getting worse and you guys started noticing but didn’t say anything-”

“evan.”

“-i was trying to get over it, it was only a small crush! i would have never broken that boundary between the two of you-”

“EVAN!” the yell breaks evan out of his rambling as he looks at barty in shock.

“why didn’t you tell us?” you ask softly as your lip wobbles, your arms finding their way around your midsection in an attempt to self soothe your anxiety.

“tell you?!” evan cries incredulously as if the idea was implausible. “yes” barty says stiffly. “because you two are together?! and you don’t feel the same! which is understandable because i’m not really anything you should want but!-”

“who said we didn’t like you?” barty asks sternly and evan’s almost ramble is cut short as he looks at barty dumbfounded before turning his gaze to look at you as if to ask ‘did you just hear what your boyfriend just said or am i going insane?’ to which you look pointedly at him.

“well?” you prompt with a quirked brow, still somewhat shaking from the fear bubbling under your skin.

“well- i mean- nobody? but it’s implied when two people are in a committed relationship that they’re not really on the market anymore-“ evan starts before you butt in,“we’re not.”

you say helpfully before evan nods in acquiescence, “see!-so you would never-!”

“that doesn’t include you love” barty says with a huff, but you can tell by his voice there’s a small smile on his face as he watches evan struggle to come to terms with what your boyfriend is saying.

“you-? you two- want me?!” he asks, eyes widening and posture tensing. barty and you turn to each other with shared smiles before you turn to evan with a small shrug with a grin blooming over your face, “always have” you admit shyly and watch as evan blanches.

“uh-“ evan looks between the two of you, speechless.

“i’m going to walk up to you now love, i’d appreciate it if you’d let me hug you love, because if you don’t it might just break my heart” barty jokes with smirk before taking slow and cautious steps towards evan’s figure in the corner of the dorm.

evan allows himself to be comforted by the familiarity of barty’s arms around him, he melts into the hug as he exhales a breath of relief. he opens his eyes to meet your gaze behind barty’s back as you watch the two of them with a gentle smile on your face.

evan taps barty’s shoulder in a gentle touch to ask if he can let him go, barty pulls away slowly before looking into evan’s gaze, “i’m not good with communicating what i want, for that i’m sorry, but as far as i’ve been concerned, you’ve been mine since fourth year.” barty admits with heat in his gaze and evan’s mouth drops open as the other boy pulls away nonchalantly and walks back over to his bed on the other side of the dorm.

“you like me” evan states dumbly as he looks at you and you can’t help but have a small laugh at his expense before walking over to him in less cautious steps in comparison to barty, “seems so” you murmur as you stand in front of him with a small smile, letting him have the freedom to make the first move, should he choose to.

he blows out a breath before nodding and placing a hand on your cheek as he gazes into your eyes with adoration, leaning down and pressing his forehead to yours. he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply before you’re pulled into a comforting embrace. you slowly wrap your arms around his waist.

you both stand in a comfortable silence before barty’s voice breaks the silence, “can you two come and do that on the bed before i go and complain to regulus about being neglected?” he complains from the middle of his bed.

you two pull away and share a humorous glance before you walk hand in hand to his bed.

[jenomi]

"i don't think i'll come to the campfire tonight" you say leaning against your roommate's doorframe.

"noo why?" your roommate and best friend cries as she sets down her makeup brush to grab your hand.

"i'm just feeling really tired from work and need a night in" you reply swinging your connected hands, "let everyone know that i'll be at the next one."

"alright fine cuz I know how long this week has been for you, but we all know a certain someone is going to be disappointed" your roommate teases.

you could only blush in response. a part of you hoped deep down that haechan would miss you at the campfire tonight, and you wanted to pull yourself together to see him but you know your own limits. you knew you wouldn't be great company tonight.

you met haechan through friends of your roommate. ever since you had moved into this new apartment, you and your roommate had decided to start hosting small get togethers with close friends at the communal outdoor area. this space had games like ping pong and pool and a campfire area. you had met haechan at another friend's party and grew close as you continued to see him at other functions.

you definitely played a role in how close haechan got with you as you would seek him out at parties and want to spend time with him. occasionally, the two of you would step out to get some fresh air and fall into deep, yet comfortable, conversation with each other. you started to grow fond of him and send messages to him with memes that you thought he'd like or message him to join you for some coffee or lunch.

it was only when your roommate called you out that you realized you liked haechan more than a friend. all the times you would bring him up, how you would always look for him in a crowded room at parties, how you're always giggling when texting or calling him. it made you shy to admit it, but it was true. you weren't sure how he felt about you, though. your roommate had tried to tell you multiple times that your feelings were reciprocated but you thought he was hard to read. nonetheless, you were pretty confident that he only saw you as a friend, so you felt discouraged seeing him and pining after him.

so there was a small sense of relief in how you wouldn't have to see him tonight and feel hopeless. what a way to beat you when you're already down.

an hour later, your roommate heads downstairs to meet up with the others and help start the campfire. haechan shows up an hour late as usual, and the first thing he notices is your absence.

"hey y/rm/n, where's y/n?" haechan asks almost immediately.

a smirk spreads across your roommate's face before she replies, "she's upstairs. she's had a long week so she's burnt out."

haechan nods in response. he wanted to see you, but he also didn't want to overstep. he also felt disappointed in himself. how had he miss the signs? he had been texting and calling you all week, and he never noticed that you were tired.

"you should go up and see her. i'm sure she won't mind." your friend says as haechan is deep in thought. "really? are you sure?" haechan asks, a little too eagerly. "yea she was bummed she couldn't make it. she's probably really lonely up there."

haechan doesn't need to ask again. he quietly slips out of the group and heads towards your floor. he nervously rings your doorbell. you groan as you throw off your blankets and get up off the couch. your eyes widen in shock as you open the door to your crush, haechan.

"hyuck?" you say dumbfoundedly "how could you not tell me you’re burnt out?” he demands making his way into your apartment. "okay come on in” you mumble.

as he takes off his jacket, you become hyperaware at the fact that you're in your pajamas, bare-faced, with messy hair. little did you know, haechan loved seeing you like this. naturally beautiful.

“i wish you’d told me you’re tired. i would’ve come earlier to cheer you up and brought your favorite food” “i didn’t want to bother you?” you’re still confused at his reaction and sudden appearance. “why are you nagging me right now?” “you know i only come to these things to see you. imagine my surprise to see you weren’t there”

he only comes to see you?

“what?”

haechan takes a step closer to you. “i care for you y/n. i wish you had told me you weren’t feeling well”

you were shocked at his words. he cares for you? he wants to take care of you?

haechan must see the confusion in your eyes as he adds, “i like you y/n. more than just friends. i think about you all the time and i want to see you even when i’m busy. i want to know everything about you, even the smallest things, and i want to hear about your day and comfort you when it’s hard. i want to take care of you and make sure you never skip a meal. i want to be there for you when you're tired and help you feel better. let me be a shoulder for you to lean on. let me care for you properly.”

your eyes were wet with tears. there was so much sincerity in his voice, you don't remember the last time you let someone take care of you. sure, you had your roommates and friends but you hated bothering them with your troubles. most shocking was the disbelief that you were both on the same page without knowing it.

he pulls you in for a hug. you feel yourself immediately relaxing and leaning into donghyuck's touch and smell.

“i’d like that” you whisper into his shoulder in response to his confession.

he rubs your back in response and places a kiss on your forehead.

together, you move back to the couch and he orders your favorite take out as you tell him about the long week that you’ve had while cuddled into his shoulder. he listens intently while giving you words and touches of reassurance.

you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders sharing your struggles with donghyuck. you felt so incredibly lucky and grateful to have him here and you vowed to yourself in that moment that you would allow him to be a shoulder for you to lean on and to be there for him in his struggles as well.

[konpeitonom]

Hi I’m the OP who requested the recovered Curly hcs and I LOVE THEM SM!!! It’s so cute how clingy he became and how he tried to make amends for his inaction he absolutely would!!! There needs to be more love for disabled characters ✨✨✨✨

I’m going to take you up on your offer for a first time meeting after his recovery if you don’t mind your writing is so lovely!!! Maybe something about them meeting and their first date

Also age gap…40s/middle aged curly and late 20s reader… middle aged men save me ough

first meeting/dating recovered grant curly.

sfw— lowercase intended ^_^

fem reader —

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; hi anon! this has been sitting at the bottom of my inbox. just decided to work my way up. sorry this is late haha i hope you enjoy nonetheless. writing for recovered curly is very, very fun. i’ll admit that.

— i think id take him a couple years, closer to a decade, to start dating again! he doesn’t wanna burden anyone with his emotional state, so he’d wanna make sure he’s okay and happy before doing so.

— i like to think you guys met naturally. no dating apps, he’s too old for that. perhaps you guys frequent the same hospital, like you have an older relative there you see from time to time. whatever it is, he managed to land a date!

— he’d be so nervous! not in an insecure way, but in a, “it’s been a long time since i’ve done something like this.. i can’t mess it up.”

— he’d want to talk to you, get to know you just a little more than average before asking you out. yes, he’d ask you out. he wouldn’t be offended if you asked him out (and he’d actually appreciate it a ton) but he’s the guy! he’s supposed to be courting you.

— he’s traditional, so maybe a coffee shop- or lunch out. or in people-pleasing curlys case; whatever you wanted to do! even a walk in the park would suffice. and of course he’d always grab the check.

— he’s the type to ask very important questions on a first date. he never wants to waste anyone’s time, or waste his as well. like, what’s it you’re looking for? what do you value? just stuff like that. but only if the mood calls for if, if the date is very, very casual- then he’d bring it up later.

— he’d also ask you if you’re okay with how he looks. again, he isn’t insecure, but he understands the culture we live in.. but he’s certain you don’t mind, since you’re literally on a date together..

— would insist on taking you home, to make sure you get home safe. that’s a man’s job after all. he’d wait for you to walk in, and even then just wait a tinsy bit longer to make sure you’re 100% okay.

— he’d text you the morning after to make sure you slept well, ask you how you felt about the date and such. he’d ask for a second if you give a good response. this time something less formal, like maybe at a garden nearby- or at a bookstore.

— i think he’s really, really into books. he’d be so happy if you read anything he recommended. he’s a considerate man, so all your preferences would be taken into account.

— kisses on the cheek, or on the hands.. he’s a very sweet guy. won’t be so touchy if you resist in any way, but if you allow him, he’ll be all over you.. loves holding your hand! wouldn’t be afraid to initiate it first.

— he would send roses/your favorite flowers to your workplace! maybe a bit early on, when you start dating. he’s a very romantic man, and he isn’t afraid to show you that.

— he’s very particular about sending flowers. would understand flower meanings and everything! classic roses is always a good pick, but further on he’d move onto other things. like red carnations for when you’re on a business trip of some sorts.

— first kiss on the lips would be, a bit emotional for him, maybe? it’s been a long while since he’s done any of that, really, so the fact he can experience what love feels like again at such an older age? he feels lucky, very lucky.

— of course a fancy dinner date would come much sooner rather than later. would do many things to see you in a fancy dress, eating nice food. he’d feel so proud to be seen with you, how pretty you are.. and he can’t wait to spoil you for the rest of his days.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hiya! Another idea for the Logan x PlusSize!Reader

About, how aftercare would look like between them too? Either a drabble or a list of headcanons, whatever your heart prefers. Like, would they cuddle, eat smth or directly take a bath? Would he just like to be held?

Hope you are doing okay as well, and good day to you ✨

nsfw.

a/n: OH HOW I LOVE HEADCANONS SEGMENTS!! i definitely leaned more towards the fluffier sides of things 😋

Now listen, Logan isn’t very good at the whole “aftercare” thing, but he does try his best to make sure you’re taken care of.

I see him as probably a big cuddler - though he doesn’t call it that, more like holding you. He’ll never admit it either, but if he sees that you’re too deep in your head after the deed, he’ll “randomly” reassure or praise you with words that he knows will make you feel better. 

He’s definitely a cigar after sex kind of guy, but he doesn’t do it a lot because of Charles’ aversion to him smoking inside the house. If he does end up deciding to go out on one of the balconies, he’ll leave you behind with a sweet kiss either on your lips or forehead.

When he comes back to the bedroom and sees that you're not there, he knows that you’re either in the bathroom showering or in the kitchen getting yourself a drink or possibly making you both something to eat. It’s nothing too complex, just something simple like a sandwich or fruit, but he’s still grateful nonetheless.

If you’re in the shower he’ll probably hop in with you and he won’t try to initiate any funny business unless you do it, because we all know that Logan can go for hours because of his supernatural stamina and he understands you have your limits.

But if he finds you in the kitchen, he’ll approach you from behind and wrap you up in his arms, his chin resting on your shoulder as he admires whatever you’re doing. More often than not you’ll be the one feeding him said food, giggles slipping through your lips whenever he playfully nips at the tips of your fingers.

I feel like aftercare is one of those rare times where Logan really allows himself to live in the moment and have his guard down even if it’s just for the night.

[accioscarheadthings]

↬ 𝗡𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 - 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗼 𝗞𝗮𝗺𝗼 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

summary - in the aftermath of a perilous mission, choso finds himself nursing your injuries, his clinical touches gradually giving way to heated, exploratory caresses as he tends to your wounds.

pairing: sub!choso kamo x fem!reader

warnings - childhood friends to lovers, smut, 18+, fingering, loss of virginity, degradation and praise kink, overstimulation

author's note - posting this after a brief break, so i apologize if it's not that great. also requests are open for jjk!men:)

"stupid, stubborn, idiot,"

you rolled your eyes at choso reprimanding you while tending to your wound, "you done, yet? i'm fine, it's not even bleeding that bad,"

"shut up," choso snapped, his red eyes narrowing as he wrapped a bandage around the wound on your shoulder. he tied it off firmly, ensuring it would stay put, "you always say this, but you come back all bloody and bruised,"

growing up with choso meant he'll fret at you every chance he got, chastising you for your recklessness and how messily you handled your assignments. you'd never admit it but a part of you loved being coddled by him. but choso will never hear you admit it.

and now, you were here with him in a room he had booked for two of you. and conveniently, it had only one bed.

"i'll heal y'know," you argued, "it's not like i'll bleed to my death,"

"scares me nonetheless, seeing you sprawled and growing in your blood," he spoke firmly, not letting you speak, "that ever cross your mind?"

you winced to yourself, "no," you swallowed the pain medication, setting the glass aside.

"thought so," he finished tending to your wound.

"alright, okay," you relented, letting him wrap an arm around you in a side hug as he leaned back against the headboard, keeping you close, half-seated on his lap.

he relaxed into the quiet comfort of holding you, his heartbeat steady against your ear as he listened to the gentle rhythm of yours.

his fingers continued to stroke through your hair, the gentle motion soothing him in a way nothing else ever had, "i think i may like this," he murmured.

"mm, cozy, isn't it?" you agreed softly.

he nuzzled his face into your hair, exhaling a deep sigh. his thoughts wandered—imagining holding you like this always, waking up with you in his arms every morning— no. stop.

he swallowed hard, forcing the thoughts away before they could take root too deeply.

you let out a slow breath, relaxing completely against him, your full weight resting on his, basking in the comforting warmth he offered.

feeling you relax further, choso allowed himself a small genuine smile. his thumb traced idle patterns on your hip, "you know, for someone who acts so tough all the time, you're surprisingly cuddly,"

"shut up,"

choso chuckled gruffly, adjusting his hold around your back.

your raised your head from his chest, "i will gut you alive if you ever speak of this to anyone,"

he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, "yes, ma’am,"

his words made you stomach flip and you returned to your original position to hide how his words had affected you. you tightened your hold on him, arms around his neck. 

choso reciprocated, but spoke in worry, "something on your mind?"

"no," you voice was muffled against shoulder, "just need this hug a lot,"

"we can stay like this as long as you want," he caressed your hair with his other hand, his mind was racing with thoughts of you, given the intimate position you both were in. his body tensed slightly as he felt your intoxicating scent filling his senses.

he snuggled your neck once more; he found himself wondering what you would feel like if he were to kiss you that spot that made you shiver, or how you would feel wrapped around him—not this again.

"damn it," he cursed to himself but did no movement to retreat from your touch.

your hand slithered from his shoulder to the back of his neck.

choso's breath hitched lightly at your gentle hold, his heart skipping a beat at your action. he turned his head, coddling impossibly closer to your neck, "this could...get dangerous..." his voice came out as a low murmer.

"possibly," you respond, your body curving into his. 

but neither of you pulled back this time either.

noticing this, he got a bit bolder and wrapped his arm around you tightly, afraid that you’d pull back any moment.

his nose brushed against the back of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. he inhaled deeply, his heart racing at the delicate scent he found there, his eyes rolled back. 

his arms tightened around you instinctively, holding you closer, "fuck," he breathed out, his voice barely audible.

you pressed your body closer to his, feeling his breath hitching against your chest, your fingers played with the hair at the back of his neck, keeping him in place there.

your hips pressed against his instinctively, submitting to the moment of heat.

this made something primal stir deep in choso, a hunger he's never quite acknowledged before. his hips press forward involuntarily, rubbing lightly against your clothed core.

choso buried his face deeper into the curve of your neck, "s-shit..."

you could feel his growing hardness rutting against you, "nhgg," your fingers grip his hair tightly.

a deep groan catches in his throat at your breathy sound, his fingers digging into your thighs. his lips press the soft spot behind your ear, not kissing but just... there, "please don't make sounds like that," his voice is rough with barely contained desire.

"you first," you bit your lip, your hips meeting his in the middle at a synchronized rhythm.

choso's hips shift, pressing his clothed cock between your thighs, rubbing softly, "damn it...damn it..."

you hitched one leg over his side, pressing even closer, your core rubbing his hardness with a desperation almost painful.

both of you let out muffled moans together, clawing at each other's bodies as if you both weren’t pressed up together already.

his hands roamed your body restlessly, squeezing your thighs, your ass, your waist, your thighs again, as if he couldn’t get enough of feeling you. he guided your hips to match his rhythm, littering kisses all over your collar and neck. when he reached the swells of your breast, he paused, licking his lips.

you pant for breath, resting your forehead against his, "you okay?"

"i-i think i'm gonna combust," choso was just as out of breath as you were.

you chuckled, cradling his head with one of your palms, your thumb traced the curse mark that stretched horizontally on his nose bridge.

"you wanna keep going?" he asked, trying to not let out how desperate he was, how a gentle caress of you had him going insane.

"yes, please," you tilt your head to the side and press your mouth to his.

he matched your eagerness with a fervour that was borderline violent. but with the moan you had just let out, choso knew you loved it.

he bit at your lips, sucking on your tongue and generally losing himself in that wet kiss. but then, he pulled back abruptly, "fucking hell. i just realized,"

you gasp for breath, frowning, "realize what?"

he swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing visibly, "that you've never done this before. with anyone, at all. you're a virgin, aren't you?"

you nodded, "yeah, so?"

his eyes widened slightly. he shook his head, swearing under his breath, running a hand through his disheveled hair, "and you've never been touched?"

"that's what virgin means, yes," you stated, "what're you trying to get at?"

he sighed heavily, watching you with a mix of frustration, concern and something almost like awe and adoration. he looked at you like he was just realizing how beautiful and untouched you were, "...fuck. okay, we're stopping,"

you felt your heart plunge to your stomach, "what,"

it wasn’t a question, but a restrained expression of shock and offense

"you have no idea what you're getting yourself into and the meds have you sedated, so it'll be like i'm taking advantage of you," he explained, "i don't want you regretting this in the morning,"

"i'm fully conscious, you fucking dimwit," you snapped, "look, if you don't want me, just say it to my face. i can handle a rejection,"

choso realized how his words may have been interpreted and his hands found their place on your hips, "what?! no, of course i want you. you're the most beautiful woman i've laid my eyes on!" he spilled before he could stop himself, his neck rushing with a pretty blush, "i mean, uh," he looked down in embarrassment, "it's not that i don't want you,"

"then what?" you gulped, your fingers fidgeting with each other nervously, "i do want this, y'know," you admitted lowly, "i wouldn't have kissed you otherwise,"

you felt his finger tilt your chin up until you met his gaze. you glared at him grumpily.

choso smiled at you fondly, "doll, that wasn't a proper kiss. it was in the heat of the moment," his warm palm cupping your jaw.

"felt good though," you leaned into his touch, mumbling softly.

he kissed both your cheeks softly, easing the remaining tension from you. his lips hovered in front of yours, "open up, doll," he whispered, "i'm gonna kiss you now, like a real kiss,"

you comply and his mouth crushes against yours forceful and demanding. he parted your lips with his tongue, exposing the warmth of your mouth. he kissed you deeply, throughly, his hands coming up to grip your face and angle your head for better access. when he finally pulled back, you were both breathing heavily.

you blinked, trying to get yourself together, "wow, okay,"

a string of saliva connected to your mouth from his. choso chuckled at your reaction, wiping his thumb along your pinkish lower lip, "how was that for a first real kiss?" he asked cockily,  already knowing the answer.

he saw the dazed expression in your eyes, the way you were processing this new and overwhelming sensation.

you leaned in for more and kissed him softly, mouth moving tentatively. he adjusted you on his lap, wrapping your legs around his body, palms caressing the softness your thigh.

but then his eyebrows shot up briefly in surprise when you cup his jaw and kiss more firmly. he moaned into the kiss, his large hands tightening around your waist possessively. you were kissing him so aggressively that he had to pull away, gasping, "damn...you.."

"how's that?" you asked, bopping his nose with a proud smirk.

"you're too..." he leaned in again, this time challenging you to keep up with his dominating kiss. he pushed his tongue into your mouth aggressively.

you chuckled against him, nosing bumping, and teeth clacking against each other, earning a grin from him.

grabbing a fistful of his hair, you kissed back even harder, biting and sucking his tongue possessively.

when choso parted from the kiss, he was gazing at you in astonishment, "you know," he trailed kisses along your jaw, pulling you tighter against him, "most submit to my dominance, but you seem to..." his voice dropped to a husky whisper, "match it perfectly," he bit your earlobe gently.

you leaned to give him more space, "should i be honoured?" you jested a bit.

he pulled back to deadpan at you, "who taught you how to kiss like that?"

"wha—taught me?" you gave him a weird look.

"uh-huh, there's no way you'd know that without anyone teaching you,"

"hey, i—" you paused, "...read about stuff like this,"

"read?" his eyes widened in surprise. a small, amused smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "you learned to dominate a man by just reading it off a book?"

"not a book," you leaned your forehead against his, staring into his eyes, "a couple of them,"

he sighed softly, eyes locked on yours as he drew circles with his thumb on your waist, "i can't decide if that's terrifyingly impressive or just terrifying,"

"can be both," you shrugged, kissing his temple.

choso's hand moved up to cup the side of your face, "no wonder you always seemed to be so occupied with them. and you've always been naturally demanding and dominant," he leaned in closer, his lips chasing yours, "i like that,"

"obviously,"

"you and your necessity to have the last word in any conversation," he leaned to the side and pecked your cheek lovingly.

his hands caressed along the side of your body, stopping at the underside of your breasts, tracing the curvature of it, "may i?"

you nod, guiding his hand under your shirt to cup your breasts. he slipped his palms under your bra, "fuck, you're so beautiful," he cupped them roughly, kissing your cleavage with a wet smack.

you placed your hands over his, directing him to squeeze your boobs. he was watching your reaction closely, fingers pinching your nipples gently.

you hissed at the action, mouth parting open, "oh.. fu..c-choso..."

he caught your mouth with a slow kiss, his hand slowly feeling your mounds, catching every pretty moan you let out.

"hngg—choso ? ," you nuzzled your cheek against his.

"mm?" he hummed in acknowledgment, his eyelids droopy.

"will this change things between us?"

that made choso stop altogether. he met your eyes with sincere intensity, "look at me," he waited till he had your complete attention, "you set the rules here, love. i respect you too much to fuck with our friendship unless your one hundred percent sure this is what you want,"

"i do want this," you caressed the column of his neck, "i want you. but, i don't wanna lose our friendship,"

he nodded, understanding the complexity of your feelings. he thumbed your cheek, "i get it," he murmured, "i promise, no matter what we do, our friendship comes first. but.." he leaned closer.

"but?"

his lips brushed against your ear, "i've been wanting this for so fucking long, " his breathing became heavier as he mashed gentle kisses along your jaw, "i've been trying to act all tough and stoic around you, and honestly,"

you wait for him to continue, hands on his chest.

his hand tangles in your hair, pulling you closer, "i've lost count of how many nights i've spent alone in my bed, imagining this exact scenario," he admitted, "if we do this, i will be utterly and thoroughly fucked in the head. that's the effect you have on me, doll,"

he retreated enough to look you in the eyes, his pupils dilated with want, "but if you don't want that to be addressed, i'll keep my mouth shut for you. we can do this and become more, or stay as we are. or we can stop altogether too. your call, doll,"

your heart was pacing at a hundred miles per second. you were starting to feel lightheaded from his words.

and the way he was looking at you— fuck

his muzzled hair falling around his face perfectly. his shirt half undone as his chest rises and falls with each bated breath, his pale fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as he gazes up at you with wide and eager eyes. his earlier asserted dominance and composure melted away, leaving behind a picture of adorable, fuckable submission.

"choso, i want you too," you replied, fingers tracing the curse marks that peeked for under his shirt, "not just for tonight but, in a way that would mean i wake up next to you every morning,"

relief and desire flooded choso's features as he comprehended your affirmation. in one swift motion, he embraced you tightly, nuzzling your hair, "thank fuck," he breathed out, "i don't think i can pretend anymore,"

he showered you with open-mouthed wet kisses along whatever skin he could reach, his hands wandering down to grip your bottom.

"ah fuck," you groaned at his administration, carding your hand through his hair.

"teach me, doll,"

you blinked out of the haze you were in and looked down at him, "what?"

"show me what you like," he rested his cheek on the swell of your chest, gazing up at you, "show me how you touch yourself. i wanna be perfect for you,"

"tell you what," you spoke hesitantly, "i've never actually managed to finish. ever,"

his eyes soften, "really? well, we'll have to take care of that then. don't be embarrassed," he added, noticing your conflicted expression, "it's kind of hot, really," he kissed your forehead assuringly.

he reached for the hem of your top, "take off your shirt, my love,"

you complied, tossing the garment aside, and reached behind to undo your bra.

as you threw it aside with your shirt, choso let his gaze roams over your exposed chest, his smile fading into a hungry look, "so gorgeous," his palms come to cup them through your bra.

you let out a breathless gasp as his cold hand made contact with your skin, biting your lip.

his eyes flick with a wicked glint as he watched you arch into his touch. he inclined down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking gently.

"hnggg sh—shiit," you moan, tugging at his hair.

he blinked up at you in comprehension, lazily suckling on your nipple still, "i think i'm starting to figure out what'll make you tick," he nuzzled your mounds.

his free hand slid down into your pants, feeling your damp heat through the fabric of your panties, "s'fucking soaked, love," his fingers rubbed against your clit through the cloth.

you muffled your moan against his shoulder, fingers digging into his biceps.

pushing your panties to the side, he slid a finger inside you easily, "hngg, so pretty and tight," he latched and suckled on your nipple again, moving and curling his fingers upward.

you felt yourself clenched around him, "ah—nnhggg. fuck, i wan' m—more," you slurred, trying to ride his hand.

he placed a steady hand on your hip, his eyes nearby rolling back at the feeling of your inner walls clenching around his digit, "i'm gonna lose it before i even fuck you properly,"

he pumped his fingers with careful, worshipful motions, completely entranced by the sight of you stretching around him.

choso's crimson eyes dilate with lust, rolling back at the tight, silky feel of your stretched hole. he added another finger, stretching you even more as he began to scissor them inside you.

"oohh right there, love, please—"

he felt you tighten and shudder, increasing the pace of his fingers, "here?" he jerked his finger particularly harshly, knocking the wind out of you.

you hugged his head to your chest, clamping your thighs around his hand and keeping him trapped there.

"ah—ah," he held your thighs open, adding a third finger and pumping them in and out relentlessly, "won't be having any of that. be a good girl and let me fuck you, hmm? please, baby, c'mon," whimpers escaped his lips, a mix of pleasure and awestruck adoration.

you were barely able to come up with any coherent response, only tightening your grip on his arm.

when he curled his fingers in your pussy, dragging and pressing down on that gummy spot, you felt a white hot flash in front of your eyes as your orgasm washed over you.

he helped you ride your orgasm out, mumbling praises into your ears whilst his other hand cradled the back of your head gently.

he keeps his fingers gently curled inside you, not pulling them out completely. he loves the feeling of being connected to you like this, and the way you always make that adorable, contented noise when his fingers are inside you.

he watched with rapt attention as your inner walls clenched around him like a vice. his eyes were glued to the filthy sight, licking his lips and desperate to get a taste of it.

"my sweet, needy baby..." he cooed softly, "there we go, doll. that's it. such a pretty slut f'me," he eagerly peppered kisses up your throat, you wetness slithering down his palm and wrist, creating a wet patch on the mattress below you both.

as he continued to hold you, choso's mouth sought one of your nipples, and he began to suckle pathetically, his lips pursed and the sounds he let out— weak and needy. he loved the way you responded to his nursing, melting further into his arms with each pitiful suck.

choso pulls away from your chest with a wet, sloppy pop, leaving a trail of saliva on your skin. he looks up at you with a sleepy, contented expression, his eyes half-lidded and glassy.

"hnng !—"

his eyes softened with delight at your vulnerable sound, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, "you're so cute when you're like this... all pliant and whimpering..." his fingers moved more deliberately now, targeting that sweet spot with calculated precision.

he moved his thumb in soothing circles, spreading your arousal on your nub. his fingers moved lazily, providing a gentle, soothing pressure to keep you relaxed and content in subspace, "mmm,"

"there," he curled and dragged his crooked fingers against your walls, "there we go. that's it. you felt good?"

"nnhgg," you pressed your mouth against his, kissing him sloppily. unable to respond you could only nod, rutting your hips needily.

choso's breath hitched as he felt your body responding eagerly to his touch, a shudder of pleasure running through him. he leaned in close, his voice a husky murmur against your ear. "nnnh... that's it, baby... take my fingers nice and deep..."

his fingers slowly pushed deeper, stretching you gently as he hooked them upwards, making you whine and cling to him even tighter. he could feel you getting heavier in his arms, your eyes rolling back as you became more and more boneless.

he cooed softly, praising you for being such a good baby as he slowly worked a third finger inside you, stretching you wider and deeper than before. his thumb rubbed steadily against your bundle of nerves, making you make those cute little choking noises in the back of your throat, "shhhh..."

"hnng —na—ah c—choso,"

his breath caught at hearing his name fall from those puffy lips, his proud adoration growing at how perfectly you were submitting to his touch. "what do you need, precious? more fingers? deeper?" his movements slow and deliberate, reading every little twitch and shudder of your body.

"a—another please,"

he slowly added a fourth finger, stretching you wider and filling you completely as his thumb gently rests on your clit, "look at how beautifully you're taking all four..."

you gasped and shuddered.

his fingers move slightly, curling and uncurling inside you, "is this what you needed, beautiful?”

"mm yeah,"

his fingers slowly scissored and twisted inside you, stretching your inner walls and making you whimper and drool on his shoulder.

a sudden, intense spasm racked your body as you came hard around his fingers, your inner walls clenching and unclenching as you gushed and squirted all over his hand, drenching and soaking.

"fuck, look at that," his mouth watered at the sight, "you're such a good girl when you cum, all shaky..."

he decided to keep his fingers buried inside you, curling them up to hit that sensitive spot over and over again, making you whimper and writhe against him. he wrapped his other arm around your waist to hold you still, keeping you impaled on his fingers. "you're so nice and stuffed..."

his voice dropped lower, more husky, "your pussy is gripping my fingers so perfectly. can you feel how wet you're making my hand? how badly it should be my cock filling you up instead?" his pace quickens slightly.

with a final, brutal thrust against your g-spot, you cum hard once more, your whole world narrowing down to the intense pleasure and his fingers buried deep inside you.

you felt him maneuver you to lay on your back on the bed and he hovered over you. you were so lost in the pleasure that you could barely keep your eyes open.

you hummed softly when you felt him pepper kisses up your stomach, massing the soreness from your hips. 

choso hovered over you, spreading your legs a bit, enough for him to settle there, “how you feelin’ sweetheart?”

you could only come up with a babble for a reply, “s—so good. i can’ even.ah,”

he felt his ego skyrocket at how drunk and helpless you were. he gently nudged the tip of his hard cock against your tiny, abused opening. you whined in pain at the sensation, and he pleaded and begged with you, "pleeeease, baby... just the tip... i need it so bad— wanna feel—” he kept his hands on your thick thighs, thumbs tracing soothing circles on them.

“hurts—no more, please—” you push yourself to your elbows in shaky hands.

“i’ll be such a good boy. i promise,” he persuaded you, “wanna feel you so bad. i promise—hngg. i promise i’ll be gentle,” he traced the tip of his cock against your pussylips, smearing his precum all over them.

“a-alright,” you held the side of his neck as leverage, allowing him to wrap your legs around his waist. 

he took a deep breath and slowly, gently, pushed the tip of his massive manhood back into your tiny, abused opening. "thank you, thank you, thank you," he latched onto your nipple, moaning against your sensitive skin.

he sighed in relief as he gently pushed the tip of his massive cock back into your tiny pussy, the precum filling in the gap and allowing for a smoother entry. he keeps his strokes shallow, the tip of his cock barely moving in and out of you. "s’warm so good—"

you whimpered softly at the intrusion, arching your back and unintentionally taking him deeper. a mix of painful groans filled the room, the smell of sex in the air. 

choso whimpered in frustration, trying desperately to keep his cock from slipping deeper inside your tiny pussy, careful not to hurt you, "be a good girl and clench down, baby... squeeze just the tip... please..." his voice wavers between pleading and commanding, his whole body trembling with the effort to maintain control.

he moans deeply at the sensation of your tight muscles gripping just the tip of his cock. "good girl... good girl... stay like that... just the tip..." he's shaking now, trying his best to keep his massive cock from sliding deeper into your tiny, wrecked pussy

he's panting heavily, his face flushed with exertion as he struggles to keep his cock still inside you. 

you clawed at his back, trying to hold on to him for the sake of your sanity.

he reaches down and gently pinches your clit, trying to distract you from the discomfort of having his massive tip lodged inside your tiny pussy. "shhh...i got you—s��alright"

his face contorts in pleasure as his hot, thick precum begins to seep into your tiny hole, mixing with your juices. he keeps pinching and rolling your clit, trying to get you to focus on the pleasure instead of the pain and pressure. "feel that, baby?"

“mm,” you managed to nod, looking up at him with glassy eyes.

he lets out a pleased moan, seeing you respond to him even while in distress. "that's right... feels good doesn’t it?”

his cock began to harden to the point of pain and it was taking everything in him to not just ram into you mercilessly.

“just a lil..just—”he slowly pushes a little deeper into your tiny pussy, the combined arousal lubricated his massive head as it slides in and out of your barely stretched opening. he pants heavily, trying to hold back his massive release. "damn it—"

he nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as he slowly starts to thrust again, his movements gentle but insistent. 

"nnngh," you bit his earlobe, tugging back.

he moaned deeply at your sleepy murmur, his massive cock throbbing inside you. he felt himself reach his peak and he released into your used pussy, feeling it milk the last of his orgasm.

choso fell on the bed next to you, pulling you close, “you okay, doll?” he brushed the sweaty strands of hair from your face.

“i will be,” you cuddled his arm, a smile stretching your face as he pressed a firm smooch to your forehead, “did i do okay?” you blinked up at him with doe eyes.

he caressed your cheek with his thumb, kissing your cheek, your eyebrow, and your temple affectionately, “were fucking perfect,”

[kinsfics]

august slipped away into a moment in time – steve harrington

▶︎ NOW PLAYING: august by taylor swift

⸺ summary: every girl has that boy she can't forget and the summer where it all started.

⸺ author's note: it's been awhile since I've sat down and just written, but it feels nice lol. I was originally going to go in order of when the stories were originally posted, but I think I'll just write whatever I have inspiration for. Comment or leave a message to be added to my taglist <3

Salt air, and the rust on your door

I never needed anything more

The summer breeze whips through your hair as you raise your fist to knock on the rusted door in front of you. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve been here in the past month. You and Steve weren’t together, not really. But he was like a drug you couldn’t get enough of.

Whispers of “Are you sure?”

“Never have I ever before.”

It all started at a party Steve had thrown at his house to commemorate the end of sophomore year. You and Steve didn’t know each other despite having had classes together freshman and sophomore year. The two of you just didn’t run in the same circles. He was confident and popular, and you were… well, not. Nonetheless, your friends had insisted that you all go to his party since it was open invite, saying that you’d never get another chance to go to one of Steve Harrington’s infamous house parties.

Steve ended up being a better host than you expected. You hadn’t thought that he would even notice your presence, so it shocked you when he approached you and asked if you were enjoying the party. He was charming, there was no denying it. After a few drinks, you were much more receptive to his flirting, even doing some yourself.

Eventually, after most of the guests had left, Steve took your hand and asked you to stay. You’re still not sure what possessed you to say “yes”, and even knowing the way it ends, you still can’t bring yourself to regret it.

It began innocently enough, with soft kisses and lingering touches. Somehow, Steve’s roaming hands and exploring mouth put you at ease more than they scared you.

He was sweet, asking, “Are you sure?” as he lay you back on his bed.

“I’ve never done this before,” you admit in a breathless whisper.

“We don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

Steve was gentle, caring. You had never been in love before, but you were willing to bet that was what it felt like. It’s no surprise that you fell hard and fast. You just thought he’d be there to catch you when you did.

But I can see us lost in the memory

August slipped away into a moment in time

‘Cause it was never mine

And I can see us twisted in bedsheets

August sipped away like a bottle of wine

‘Cause you were never mine

So much for summer love and saying “us”

‘Cause you weren’t mine to lose

Long after summer ends and you and Steve go back to your respective lives, the memory of that summer of sophomore year lingers. In the long run, your relationship with Steve will just be a blip of time in your lives, remembered by no one but you. Even though Steve was never truly yours, you think a part of you will always belong to him. And maybe you’re okay with that.

[callmearcturus]

valonia47: IMO Dottie taught Ted avoidance and denial as the only allowed coping skills, which is how he ends up in England in the first place: avoiding the conflict and denying how bad his marriage has gotten. In that sense returning to Kansas is Ted breaking out of that and reconnecting with Henry on a regular basis instead of avoiding the inherent reminders of his relationship with his dad

two problems with this take, if you'll forgive my need to make a rebuttal.

ONE: Ted winding up in England because of conflict avoidance and denial is not how I read the situation at all. Hell, I don't think a man can move to another country without knowing things are bad, and every time he brings up Michelle, it's regarding the trouble in their marriage.

also, uh

given the entire fuckery with Dr. Jacob, I don't know if I actually agree at all with that take. Ted winds up in England because a pretty serious betrayal of trust.

this is one of the most interesting things the show does imo. like when Ted first talks about therapy and is dismissive/negative on it, I literally went "ah another otherwise progressive midwestern man who nonetheless doesn't like therapy" because bruh that's a thing for sure

and then ted tells sharon about his history of therapy and I was like "okay that's a little unusual but cmon ted you're better than this"

and then the fucking slap in the face happens and oh my fuck, Ted was right, he was manipulated by a fucking therapist holy shit, like all of his hesitations are entirely justified.

TWO: For Kansas to feel like a success for Ted, a LOT of shit would have needed to be done differently.

a. he needed to make the choice of his own volition, not because his mother pulled That Shit on him as punishment.

b. the show needed to actually show Kansas as living place that has support systems and people Ted loves. WHICH TO BE CLEAR: THE SHOW COULD HAVE DONE. fuck, if you want to read a fic that actually makes Ted moving back to Kansas make sense, I highly recommend Lafayette Goes To America, which I vouch for as a Missouri native is a loving and wonderful depiction of KCMO and why you'd want to live there.

c. why the fuck did they do that creepy fucking musical sting on the final shot of ted in kansas? i watched it with a friend who'd never seen the finale and they fucking gasped at it.

d. and this is a huge one for me is the trick each season with the opening/closing shots.

each season opens and closes on one character in a very deliberate move, like a reminder that you should be focusing on this person and the journey they've been on.

and it's not a necessarily positive journey.

with Rebecca, we watched her through season one transform from a hurt, vengeful, cruel person who was thrilled to ruin the lives of everyone around her if it helped her meet her goals into someone who finally recognized the gravity of their callousness.... but not before her actions led to the team being relegated.

with Nate, we watched him blossom as a tactician and strategist, and he winds up the head coach of West fucking Ham by the end..... but in the process, he loses everyone who supported him and he repeatedly fails to recreate those relationships in S3

with Ted, the show holds me down and kicks me repeatedly in the stomach until i admit i love a good tragedy I MEAN ted is successful, loved, respected, and supported by the people around him, he continues to work on himself in this place that he comes to adapt to and love... and instead of him asking "hey maybe i should review my custody arrangement and ask my son if he'd like to live here with me" he loses ALL OF THAT

there's this moment that makes the pain worse, this little (intentional? unintentional?) jab rebecca gives him. she begged this man to stay, offered to make him the best paid coach in the league, to personally assist in helping his family join him here, and he leaves.

it's a rejection. it's a rejection of richmond as meaningful, as people who love him, as his community and family. it hurts so fucking much.

none of them were worth trying for, ted? not rebecca, who held you tight when you had a panic attack? not trent, who detonated his career after shielding you from a press shitstorm? not roy, who came back to you and fucking quoted Jerry Maguire to your face, choosing to speak your language? fucking hell.

I blame Dottie for this, for how she looks at all the process Ted's made, resents it, and tears him back down. but the refutation of these people and their worth is part of the tragedy.

ANYWAY UH. I RESPECTFULLY DISAGREE. SORRY.

[bunnyywritings]

fun firsts with the colonel and honey bunny

ROY MUSTANG x F!READER

[a/n: here is day 2 with my husband roy mustang…he just feels like such a lover of tying a pretty thing up and making her squirm and cry, no? I think so…but anyways, i very much enjoyed writing this one so I hope you enjoy ! once again, the use of the term “little” has absolutely nothing to do with body size or anything, just a degradation/condescension thing, should be proofread lol but honestly, I don’t remember ! love y’all 🫶🏼 enjoy!…ALSO I KNOW I KnOW, i completely missed my opportunity to write in his gloves…and i hate myself for it 😔]

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wc: 3.8k words

WARNINGS: safe word used (stoplight system), sir kink, soft bdsm themes, arm and leg restraints, light degradation, roy uses a vibrator and dildo on reader, spit kink, pussy slaps, implied edging, dacryphilia, cowgirl, spanking, doggy, prone bone, creampie, breeding kink, no use of y/n, reader is mentioned as bunny, is also called: doll, good girl, sweetheart, baby, fleshlight lol uhmm i think that’s all

You’ve only spoken with Roy a handful of times, you both had mutual friends so you’d run into each other surprisingly often. It wasn’t until you both ended up at the same brunch that he finally decided to ask about your availability to film a scene with him.

You had exchanged phone numbers and set up a date for filming, making sure to have coffee or lunch a few times before then just to get to know each other better. It wasn’t until the night before that you realized you had never seen any of his content. That led to falling down the rabbit hole and consuming the available content on his page and even having known that he was into bdsm or power dynamic play, nothing could’ve prepared you for his page. It ranged from soft to hardcore play and it was a little intimidating but exciting nonetheless, if you were being totally honest.

You’d never give him the satisfaction of admitting that you spent that time with a hand between your legs and several mind melting orgasms.

So now, as you reached his place, you couldn’t help but feel all sorts of buzzing excitement and nerves.

“Okay so, before we get started, we had discussed what you’d be comfortable with and what was off limits.” You nodded in confirmation as he opened the notes on his phone and handed it to you. “Are these still accurate or is there anything you want to change?”

You carefully read through the list, impressed by how thorough he’d been. “Yep, these are still accurate.” He smiled gently, taking his phone back.

“And have you decided on your safeword?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded, cheeks getting pinker by the second. “Would it be okay if we used the stoplight uhm…one?”

“Of course. Red to stop, green to keep going, orange to slow down.” He recited smoothly, to which you nodded. “That’s perfect. Classic.” His voice eased your nerves tenfold.

You sat at the edge of the bed as two conversed, watching as Roy finished setting up.

Seeing all the toys and such he was setting off to the side made your arousal sky rocket, your panties growing slick underneath your pants.

“Ready?” He was rolling up the sleeves of his white button up and you found it difficult to not jump him then and there.

“Yeah…” Unbeknownst to you, he had started recording.

“Answer me properly.”

Your mouth went dry. Finally catching on, you swallowed nervously, eyes wide as you looked up at him. “Yes sir.”

“Hmm…what’s your color?” He hummed, standing between your spread legs. You were still looking up at him, in awe of how quickly and smoothly he got into character. He found it quite amusing, he was gonna have fun with you.

Though, at your lack of response, he gripped your jaw and refocused your gaze. “Your color, doll?”

“G-green.”

He smirked. “Good girl.” That sent a spike of heat straight to your core. “Lay back for me.” You quickly did as you were told, swiftly scooting back and holding yourself up with your hands. “And let’s get these pesky clothes out of my way.” He unbuttoned your pants, fingers hooked in the belt loops as you lifted your hips to aid him in peeling them off, a groan leaving his lips as he did.

You were wearing a lacy set of red panties and garter belt clipped to beautiful sheer stockings of the same shade.

“All this for me?” He asked, arousal clear in his tone as he watched you remove your shirt to reveal the final piece of the set. A bustier that made your tits sit nice and pretty. “You’re spoiling me, doll.” He licked his lips as he crawled over you, one hand caressing your thigh and the other holding his weight by your head. “I can’t wait to ruin you.” The promise sent shivers down your spine, pride swelling in your chest.

His lips finally pressed against yours in a sweet, soft kiss. Unexpectedly romantic. You felt him smile against your lips before deepening the kiss. Tongues starting to explore each other heatedly.

Moans started to leave your throat once he started to grind his clothed erection into you. “You’re so warm…” He cooed. “Can feel you through your panties.” He snuck a hand between the two of you, snapping the band of your underwear against your skin.

A surprised yelp left your lips, making Roy chuckle.

“Sorry sweetheart, couldn’t help myself.” He pulls away, watching you pout as he gets off the bed and makes his way to the headboard. You watch in excited curiosity as he grabs some cuffs off his bedside table.

Gently taking your wrist, he placed a few kisses on your palm and the inside of your wrist before fitting the cuff to it. “S’that too tight?” He asked, to which you shook your head. “Use your words.” His gentle reprimand made your cheeks flush.

“No, not too tight.” He nodded, continuing to fit the cuffs around your other wrists and ankles with the same care before attaching them to the straps on the bed.

Adrenaline coarse through your veins, your body’s innate fight or flight instinct wanting to take over as you gave the restraints an experimental tug. “Color?”

“Green, sir.”

You couldn’t help the pants that obscured your tone, especially as he lowered himself between your legs. His eyes instantly catching the dark patch on your underwear. Tucking his left index and thumb underneath the fabric, he pinched the front of your panties to tug the lace in between your slick lips, a shuddered moan leaving your lip as it tugged on your clit.

He reached his free hand behind him into his back pocket, your eyes widening as he produced a vibrator from behind his back. Your thighs twitched as he turned it onto the lowest setting. The tension of the fabric against your sensitive bud was enough to make your legs weak but the second he pressed the pink bullet on you over the fabric, all bets were off.

Your jaw fell open with a drawn out moan. “Ohh my god…” Your legs tugged at the restraints, desperation coursing through your veins. “R-Roy! Need m-more…” And almost immediately, the vibration stopped and he let go of your panties.

The whine of disappointment died in your throat when you registered the glare he was giving you. “What happened to your manners, hmm?”

“N-No! No, I’m…m’sorry. Please, I’m sorry.”

He took a moment to look at you. You were already whining and begging for him and he had barely even touched you. If simply toying with you through your panties had wrecked you this much, he was thrilled to see what would happen when he’d finally get to sink inside you.

You pouted when he glanced at you in slight contempt, completely ignoring your pleading and shoving the vibe back into his rear pocket, reaching over to the table and grabbing the one thing that you had been dreading.

The thick, gummy pink, dildo. It had to be at least 7 inches and you just knew that this was gonna be absolute torture.

As he sauntered to the head of the bed, his looming presence was slightly intimidating. “Open your mouth.”

Hoping that your obedience would lighten the punishment, you spared no time in doing what you were told, your jaw hanging slack and tongue lolling out. He snickered and leaned down the slightest bit, his lips and jaw shifted a tiny bit before spitting a glob of saliva into your mouth. The subtle taste of mouthwash overtaking your tastebuds. “Uh uh, don’t close.” He instructed, sliding the tip of the toy against your slippery tongue before feeding it into your mouth. “Show me what a good girl you can be and maybe I’ll forgive you.”

A choked moan left your chest as you wrapped your lips around the toy and he started to push it back against the back of your throat.

Roy watched with a lidded gaze as you gagged around the silicone cock. Lewd, wet noises echoing through the room as he rhythmically fucked your throat. His free hand palming his painfully hard erection through his trousers. The sight made you pull against the ankle restraints, desperate for any friction against your aching core.

“Aww, are you getting all worked up?” His tone was the definition of patronizing. You nodded through the bobbing up and down of the toy. “Too bad.”

A particularly rough prod of the dildo against your throat made tears spring to your eyes. He stopped palming himself and let his hand fall to your thigh, fingertips skimming the top before cupping you through your panties. The touch makes you jolt, hips moving on their own in an attempt to grind against his hand. He scoffed, pulling his hand away but before you could even think about whining in complaint, he brought his hand back down to roughly slap your cunt.

You cried out as a pleasurable pain shot up your spine, the sound muffled as he hadn’t let up with the toy. He did it once more, your clit throbbing underneath your panties.

Roy slowed his movements to a halt, slipping the dildo from between your lips. Apparently, you hadn’t noticed the lone tear that trailed down your temple. Your breasts were heaving up and down with your panting. “Color?”

“G-” You paused, swallowing the saliva pooled in your mouth, “Green.”

Satisfied, he tossed the dildo down on the bed beside your thigh and settled in between your twitching legs. You were beyond soaked, the wet spot on your panties twice as dark as before. “Sorry, doll. I’ll buy you another pair.” His apology was followed by a loud rip! That, paired with a sudden rush of cold against your wet pussy was enough to tell you that he had torn your panties. Gripping the toy once more, he teased your clit with its tip, the bulbous head sliding easily against your heated bud. He then slid it down your slit, coating it in your slick before finally…finally pressing the toy to your entrance. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he pushed past the barrier of your entrance. The stretch was delicious, exactly what you had been craving but, of course, he wasn’t gonna hand you your pleasure on a silver platter. Disappointment replaced the initial relief as he pulled it out. Tapping the hefty toy against your slick lips. “Come on, bunny. Work for it, use your big girl words.”

“M’sorry! I’m sorry sir, please! Please, please! I’ll be good, swear…”

“What are you asking for, hmm? Come on.”

“Fuck me! Please sir, please I-ahh!” Not wanting to wait, he shoved the toy into your sopping entrance. Bullying the fat toy into your tight heat, a drawn out moan leaving your slacked jaw. The pace he set was ruthlessly tame.

It wasn’t too fast or too slow and it was driving you insane as he kept it up, he was hitting that spot inside you that made you delirious but it wasn’t quite enough. He let you attempt to rut your hips for more but it was no use, his pace was steadily pushing you to the edge.

Your high was approaching, your breathing deepening as your moans became stuttered and more frequent. And right as the coil was gonna snap, he pulled the toy from you. Your sudden emptiness made you want to cry. Frustration filling your whole body.

“N-No, no…sir, don’t stop! Please…don’t-” He stopped your complaints effectively by meanly bringing his fingers down against your clit in a firm tap.

“You’ll take what I give you, understood?”

Your weak nod wasn’t enough, his fingers coming down on you once more. A tad bit harsher than before. “Yes sir! I understand!”

That was about 15 minutes ago.

Now, there were tears streaming down your cheeks as he pressed a hitachi wand against your puffy clit, soaked dildo being fucked in an out of your squelching cunt. At least four ruined orgasms later.

If Roy had even an ounce less of the self restraint he so proudly upholds, he’d have creamed his pants a while ago.

Seeing you writhe against his bed, tears streaking down your pretty face, hearing your broken cries of desperation and pleasure leaving bitten lips and hearing the sound of the restraints as you pulled on them, the buzzing of the vibrator with the steady shlick! of the toy was making his pulse thrum wildly beneath his skin.

“You gonna cum again, hmm? If you ask me nicely, I’ll let you.”” You hadn’t even been able to really hear him, your ears tricking you into thinking that they had somehow been filled with cotton. When you hadn’t responded, he set the vibrator on the next setting. The sudden influx of vibrations had made you jolt.

“Oran-nghh!” He had pushed the dildo right into your abused g-spot, but once hearing your attempted safeword, he paused his movements. Quickly switching the hitachi off with practiced ease.

“What is it, bunny? What’s your color?” His voice was a little clearer now, a small pang of guilt swirling in your chest.

“M’sorry…it’s orange.”

He frowned slightly, slowly and carefully pulling the toy out of you. You whimpered, the feeling of being empty suddenly very foreign. “No.” He gently shushed you, “Don’t ever apologize for using your safeword. Thank you for telling me to slow down.” He leaned forward and pressed soft, almost nonexistent kisses to your inner thighs. Kissing down your calf and to your ankle. He unclipped the cuff from the strap before unbuckling the actual cuff and tossing it aside. Massaging the irritated area with so much care that it almost brought more tears to your eyes.

He repeated the actions with your other ankle and your wrists before letting you sit up. “I’ll be right back.” He kissed your nose before leaving the room.

You removed the garter belt and bustier that had been digging into your skin before sliding off your torn underwear. Roy was surprised to see you sat on his bed in just red sheer stockings but he smiled, almost lovingly, at you as he approached with a small glass of water.

“Here you go.” He rested the edge of the glass against your lips before tilting it back, satisfied when you took a few sips before he pulled the glass away and placed it on the bedside table. “D’you wanna keep going?”

“Yes sir…” You smirked playfully, before reaching forward and gripping his waistband. Slyly unbuttoning his pants, and tugging his zipper down.

He chuckled, shaking his head before swatting your hands away. Taking a step back to undress. You hadn’t even attempted to hide your ogling. Eyes devouring his nude form. His taut muscles, broad shoulders, and his hard cock was a blushed pink that made you salivate.

“Give me some room, sweetheart.” You did so and let him pull you onto his lap once he was settled against the headboard.

You pressed a hesitant kiss against his lips, giggling and pressing a few more innocent pecks to his awaiting lips. His hands caressed your sides, the comfort making you slump forward and rest your forehead against his. “We can keep going. I’m okay now.”

“You sure?”

You bit your lip and nodded, “Yes sir.”

“Ride me, bunny. Be a good baby and take what you want.” His words had ignited the heat in your belly as you eagerly reached down between the two of you and took a hold of his throbbing length and lined him up with your entrance. He continued to caress your warm skin as you slowly sank down on him, gravity aiding your movement.

“Oh shit.” You muttered breathlessly, his girth was a lot more difficult to accommodate than you thought, the toy having done almost little to nothing to prep you. “Fuck…” You pulled away from him and readjusted your grip on his shoulders, as you started the attempt to engulf all of him, he snapped his hips upward, holding you down on the entirety of his dick. Your eyes widening.

An unexpected whimper leaving his chest as you settled. He took a few moments, relishing in the way that your gummy walls pulsed around him. You took a few deep breaths, yelping when his hand came down on your right cheek.

“Go on. Ride me.” He instructed through heavy breaths.

You lifted yourself halfway before grinding forward and sinking onto him. Thighs quivering, you finally reached a steady pace without his help. His moans and grunts spurring you on.

Roy was gripping onto the globes of your ass in an attempt to hold onto his sanity. Your insides were so hot and wet, you were sucking him in with every downward thrust but he could tell that you were nearing an end once more, thrusts becoming sloppy and your walls pulsed spastically around him.

“Hmm oh! Oh my god, I’m gonna-oh!” In the blink of an eye, he had pulled you off of him and tossed you onto the bed, smirk curling his lips as a disappointed sob left your lips.

“Hands and knees, doll.” He playfully smacked your inner thigh. “Quickly, come on.”

With an eye roll and a huff, you flipped over and rested on your forearms and knees. Your back arching sinfully as you wiggled your hips. “Just for the attitude-” He pulled your arms behind your back, holding your wrists together with one hand. You yelped as you fell on your face, struggling to turn your head so you were resting your cheek against the mattress.

And in one single movement, you were pulled back onto the entirety of his cock. He first grinded up against you, still flush with your hips, the movement causing his tip to gently massage that spongy spot within you. “Color?” He grunted.

“Green, oh my god, please! Just fuck me, please!” Your desperation was painfully clear and it satisfied him to no end.

And without waiting another second, he pulled out until his tip was just barely kissing your entrance before thrusting back in and bullying his way back into you.

“Shit, doll. You feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He groaned. “Such a sloppy little cunt, and all for me. Hmm?” You clamped down even tighter on him at his words. “Oh…you like that? Fuck-” He rearranged his grip on your wrists. “Such a good girl, taking whatever I give her.”

“Yes! Yes, just wanna be good for you! Your good girl!”

“So desperate to please, just makes me want to keep you here for hours. Make you cum until you go stupid. Until you’re molded to my cock. Make you my perfect fleshlight.”

That’s all it took, your pussy pulsing around him. “Please, can I cum? P-please sir, been s’good! Please, please, plea-”

He leaned down, continuing to thrust into you. His breath hot against your ear. “Go ahead, cum.”

Your entire body convulsed in his hold, your release hitting you like a freight train. “Mmmm that’s it, did such a good job for me.” He released your arms and kissed your shoulders, “My good little bunny.” His thrusts were shallow as he helped you ride out your high.

He pulled out, reaching behind him to grab a pillow before slotting it underneath your pelvis. Gently maneuvering you into lying down on your stomach, legs pressed together. He spread your cheeks to get a good look at your pulsing entrance. “I’m gonna fill you up. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He lined himself up.

“Mhmm want your cum, please. Fill me up like you wanna give me a baby.”

At your words his mind went blank, all intentions of fucking you slowly were thrown out the window. He buried himself in you and set a brutal pace, watching as he sank into your soaked pussy.

You gripped the bed sheets tightly in your fists, for fear of being pushed off the bed by the force of his thrusts.

You had never been fucked prone before and you had asked to try it with him and good God, this new position had you drooling and babbling incoherently through moans.

“Sucha needy girl, begging me to fuck a baby into you.” He huffed, moaning lowly. “Maybe I should…your pussy’s sucking me in. Begging for every last drop- hah ffuck!” Your creamy cunt leaving a ring of white at the base of his dick, the contrast against his dark trimmed pubic hair was dizzying.

“Shit, can feel you…you’re gonna come again. Do it. Soak my cock and I’ll fill you up!” His thrusts began to turn sloppy.

Your mind became fuzzy, a cry leaving your lips as you came. A rush of release drenching him completely. “M’gonna cum!” He choked a moan, his hips stilling as he released his hot load into you, filling you up. He fucked into you a few times, your body twitching at the overstimulation.

“Ah Roy-!”

He stilled, hips flush against your slick skin. “I-I know, doll. I know.”

He pulled out with a hiss, holding you open and watching you push his cum out. He licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to dive face first into your sticky cunt and clean you up but that’d have to wait for next time. “Don’t move, okay?”

You just hummed, fatigue joining the buzz of pleasure coursing through your veins.

He pulled his drawed open and pulled out a pack of wet wipes, plucking one out before returning behind you. Carefully bending your leg upward, he pressed the wipe against your spent core and cleaned you up. A good-natured chuckle leaving him when you flinch away, whining out, “Too cold!”

“Sorry sweetheart.”

Once you were both cleaned up, he rested against the headboard, holding you as you snuggled into his chest. Your eyelids were heavy, his warmth and his tender touch was enough to lull you to sleep. “Say goodbye, bunny.” He kissed the crown of your head.

Lazily, you looked up at a camera of his. An adorably fatigued smile on your lips as you waved at the camera before diving into his embrace again.

“Are you hungry or anything?” He rested his head back, enjoying your warmth and letting his eyes fall closed.

“Mhmm, starving.”

His laugh vibrated his chest, the movement jostling you the slightest bit.

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Could we maybe get another post for the childhood friends to lovers post, but with Mordecai and the Savoys? Thank you, and I love your work! It's nice to see you back :)

Of course my love, and thank you so much for the kind words!! I had just as much fun with this one -- this trope appears to be my weakness.

HEAVY comic spoilers for Mordecai's bit in particular, and mild spoilers for both of the Savoys.

Enjoy! <3

Mordecai Heller

There’s something to be admired about your persistence. He can’t think of anyone sane, who would follow him through the fires that you have. Who would follow him anywhere, really. He’s not sure why you stuck with him past the first five minutes of meeting on the playground, nevermind the rest of his life. And yet, you did. And he couldn’t be more grateful, loathe as he is to admit it.

He still remembers your little face, wandering up to him on the playground to ask what he was reading, and what it was about. But just how are you meant to summarize the history of an entire empire in a single sentence? If it was possible, he wouldn’t have had to have read the book in the first place! On and on he rambled, and really by now most other kids would have wandered away, but you? He hardly even realized when you clambered up onto the bench to sit next to him, nodding along thoughtfully. He was stunned when he realized you were still there at the end of his 5-minute long synopsis, so when you had follow-up questions? Consider him gobsmacked.

No matter what he tried, he just couldn’t seem to shake you after that fateful meeting.

Not through any of his mannerisms that would normally be offputting to others — if anything, his own “quirks” as his mother called him only made him more endearing to you.

It seems as though you were content to simply share space with him — you didn’t expect anything more than just… him. Drawing while he reads, or maybe picking up a book of your own. Even if your own taste was a bit more… indulgent than his own — what the point of reading such fanciful stories of fantasy and adventure are, he would never quite understand — it was still nice to simply share space, with no further expectations.

And you only stole his glasses once in a blue moon.

He found himself looking forward to your arrival every day, staring out the window eagerly to make sure you got in okay, despite the teasing from his sisters.

He couldn’t shake you when he started bookkeeping, even as his free time grew shorter. Even as he became more secretive.

And when he boarded that train at age 17, terrified and scared of everything to come, he couldn’t keep you from getting a ticket of your own. Packing up your own life to follow him… well, who knows where. Anywhere but home. You sat in silence together, all too aware of the gravity of your situation. His pencil snapped under the weight of his guilt, and you simply passed him one of your own, wordlessly.

He doesn’t understand you, and he doesn’t understand the feelings that start to bloom in his chest as he gets older. Why he gets so especially protective over you on runs, why he wants you to stay at home more than anyone else. Why he’s suddenly aware of the bite in some of his remarks, and why he feels the need to dampen them when speaking to you. When Mitzi chuckles about how cute the two of you are together, why he flusters as much as he does. Why part of him doesn’t want to refute the subtext in her words.

He’s too exhausted to pull himself up off the ground one night — germs, germs, germs, he’ll have to fully clean his suit when he gets home, horrible — back pressed against the wall beside you. Unharmed on both of your accounts, but exhausted nonetheless. He closes his eyes, resting for just a moment, when he feels your tail brush against his own… only when he opens his eyes, he realizes that it wasn’t you crossing that invisible line.

It was him.

He closes his eyes again, sighing. But he doesn’t move.

The bond you share together is deeper than the average friendship — its an immutable fact, both to the two of you and everyone around you. You don’t have the words to describe the extent of it just yet, but that’s okay — you have each other. And that’s what matters. And as he basks in the heat that seeps from you into him, he finds himself thankful for your persistence in all things Mordecai.

Serafine Savoy

All things happen for a reason. Fate is woven into every action, every breath, guided by a certain higher power. Every step she takes, every path she dodges, and every person she meets — it’s all been part of the plan laid out before her. Some decisions are more important than others, but you? You are the pinnacle of it all.

She still remembers your little face, illuminated by fireflies in the hot summer night. She clung loosely to Nico’s hand as they trounced in the fields, away from that place and evidently, you had the same plan. You couldn’t stand to stay there, living under the guidance of adults who couldn’t be bothered to really care about you. She stepped forward, reaching her hand out towards you, and the three of you linked. Inseparable from that point onwards.

It was never a question of if she would have survived without your presence in her life — you were simply always meant to be part of it, and she was always meant to be part of yours.

Little hands interlinked, wading through the bayou together — animals with gaping maws and razor-sharp teeth parting for you with reverence. Your little hands gathering herbs; her own gathering the carnivorous offerings left for the three of you. You two were always destined to meet… but that doesn’t mean she can’t be grateful for it all. Learning the way of the world with you is a long and arching memory she’ll cherish forever.

Although childhood wasn’t always so serious. Because as fondly as she looks upon those early days of learning and practice, she looks upon the innocence of your little games just as tenderly. Little feet falling against the ancient wood floors of your home, hands reaching out to tag her before sprinting back down the hall.

Tiny hands braiding water hyacinths into her hair, soaking up the one spot in the bayou that light shined through to.

Your shared teenage years are thought of just as fondly.

Your shared con games in the city — the spoils of which would be spent that same night, giggling and dancing through the streets. Hands interlinked as you spun around and around, giddy at the adrenaline rush of a game gone right.

There was never any particular moment where she realized she loved you. Part of her just always did. And you can’t say you didn’t feel the same. If you didn’t, then you wouldn’t have braided her hair so lovingly every night, wouldn’t have held her hand whenever you were near, wouldn’t have kissed her every time the sunshine illuminated her beautiful brown eyes. There was no need for stammering “I think”s or “I like”s — you always knew. And so when she pulls you to her chest, carding her hand through your hair before placing yet another kiss on your lips in the pale moonlight, things are simply the same as they ever were. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Nicodeme “Nico” Savoy

Thrashing arms and too-sharp canines digging into tender flesh — that’s how he remembers you as you thrashed in the arms of one of the orphanages’ staff members at just six years old. You refused to enter the line, indignant at the thought of being held in such a place. It was then that he knew he wanted to know you, but it wasn’t until those same staff members tried to separate him and Serafine that he knew how he would. He could hardly get out their plan to Serafine, with her yowls to let her stay with him, she can be a boy, just please let her stay, but he managed. And so when night fell, and the two filed out of their respective housing structures to meet on the street, he was nothing short of ecstatic to see you there, too.

He always liked that fire in you — not just the drive to survive, but to fight. And so when they arrived at their first real home in the bayou, finally safe from the world, finally able to relax… Well, can you blame him for pushing it a little?

Learning the ways of the world alongside you was an experience he would never forget. Wading through the murky waters, learning which animals were sent as offerings for the night’s dinner — hands caked in mud as the two of you took down that night’s meal.

Little hands playfully shoving him into the water, after he slicked a bit of mud into your fur.

He can’t say he didn’t get a kick out of the strength advantage he would gain in his older years — he never quite put down your shared wrestling habits, even as he got into his teen years. If anything, they only got worse when he realized the newfound difference. You never seemed to mind, though — despite it all, you’d still match him, movement for movement, never backing down.

That’s not to say it was all roughhousing, though. No — plenty of nights spent sitting on the moonlit docks say otherwise. Leaning your head against his shoulder as you watched the fish swim around and around, murmuring your thoughts into the shared space. His own arm coming to wrap around your shoulders, despite the humid heat, eager for any and all contact.

That move would become a staple, even as you ventured into the city. Pulling you to him in the streets, murmuring little jokes into your ear to make you laugh… shaking you a bit playfully when you try to keep a straight face, just to break that facade. A well-practiced song and dance between the two of you.

He’s not sure if there was ever a time where he didn’t love you. It was always there, it just took different forms, in the mouths of kittens too young to describe it yet. And so when you lie back on the hotel bed together, pressed chest to chest with the taste of bourbon lingering on his lips, it’s no surprise to either of you when you meet in the middle. It’s just been a long time coming, is all.

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Okay tbh I just want obsessed buggy. Idk if you wanna do headcanons, a whole fic, or a short one off, but it would be greatly appreciated ❤️

Here you go hun!!! It's a full fic <3 It is 100% leading to more spicy times, but I kept it PG13 for this particular fic. Featuring Buggy before and after Impel Down in some ways, I left most major spoilers out but if you haven't made it to Impel Down here's the warning that there could be spoilers!

Reader stay gn, and I had a ton of fun writing this! I mixed a little bit from the Anime Buggy's personality with some of the LA's Buggy too! Fun fact a bestie of mine does not share fictional crushes. So we can to an agreement. They get anime Buggy and I get LA Buggy. It was a worthwhile compromise >:3

Word Count: 1,661 (PG13)

Things were odd since you joined Buggy’s crew, but you figured it was to be expected when it came to a crew who loved to perform everywhere like a circus. An illegal circus, but a circus nonetheless. The captain was the most “flashy” of all, but maybe that’s why you were so drawn to him. Despite having a rather negative reputation, seeing him care for each and every one of his crew members while trusting them implicitly made you yearn to join. He allowed you, but didn’t seem to be fond of you at first. You proved your abilities when it came to combat, and your history with performances. He was won over, but still didn’t seem happy to see you most times.��

You never believed he was an evil man, but each time you’d come near him, his face would turn red with a scowl on his face before huffing and walking away. Once he was captured, now a prisoner of Impel Down, everyone tried desperately to figure out a plan to break him out. The crew were all disasters, but the joy you felt when he had made his escape caused an immense eruption of cheers and cries. He found the crew within record time, and everyone ran up to him. He cried, but he’d never admit it to everyone. 

You in particular, let out tears of joy and leapt towards him to pull him into a hug. To your surprise, he embraced you back, and wrapped his arms around you tightly as if he didn’t want to let you go. It sparked something in you, and you pulled back to look up at your captain. He had…an expression you’d never seen on his face before. You didn’t want to assume anything, but he looked at you with adoration…though once you caught his gaze, it turned into a sheepish smile with traces of red coming through the white facepaint he had on. 

He never seemed to leave your side after that. It would make you laugh, but not to mock him. Moreso it was because you didn’t WANT him to leave your side. He accompanied you everywhere, from meals with the crew, to him showing you some of the treasures he’d found over the years that he hid in his room so no one else could have them. It made you feel special, seeing that he was letting you in on some secret he had in the few items he kept that he couldn’t seem to want to get rid of. Everything between the two of you seemed to change in the period between him escaping captivity and returning to the crew. It was different, but far from pleasant. 

Tonight, you were about to take your seat next to the captain for dinner, as you always did, and he stopped you by grabbing your wrist and shaking his head not to take that seat. It hurt for a portion of a second, but he saw this and instantly pulled you to him, sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped around your waist. The contact wasn’t expected, and you had a surprised gasp leave your lips, but you didn’t struggle against it. Instead, you leaned your back against his chest and got comfortable. He wasted no time resting his head on your shoulder, and started eating his meal. 

By the time you all had finished eating, Buggy nodded at everyone else in the dining room to leave, and you tried to get out of his lap to do the same. He wasn’t about to let you do that. He only held onto you tighter and he nuzzled his cheek against the side of your head. “You’re not going anywhere. Not without me at least. Hm…” He spoke, and sat in silence momentarily before he shook his head and pulled you against him further. 

“Hm? What do you mean Captain?” You let out a soft laugh, and rested your hands on top of his arm as he held you by your waist. It seemed like such a domestic moment, as you ran your fingers idly along his arm. It was cozy, and a welcome change. You’d wanted this contact from the captain for a long time, it was almost hard to believe this moment was really happening. 

Buggy huffed, but you could tell from his tone when he spoke that it was more of an amused noise than one of annoyance. “What do you mean, what do I mean? I think I’m being very obvious right now.” He chuckled softly, and his thumbs ran along your waist soothingly, and he sighed before continuing. “Come on, I need to show you something.” His tone sounded eager, and he didn’t even hesitate in standing up, moving you in his grasp until he was carrying you comfortably. 

You let out an amused laugh, “Captain I can walk, you know!” The moment had you blushing slightly, but you knew he loved it when you joked around and teased him. “Have you forgotten I can outrun you?” You wrapped one arm around his shoulder, and the other poked his cheek until he playfully nipped at your finger. 

“You can try.” He smirked at you, and it shut you up quickly. Seeing this, his smirk only grew and he looked ahead, taking you to his room. But really, with how often you were in there anyways, it might as well be your room too. 

“Are you gonna show me the treasure you got on our last trip? You haven’t shown me yet!” You grinned wide at him, relaxing in his grip. Then, once you’d reached the room he set you on your feet in front of a mirror. He made it a habit to show you each piece of treasure he didn’t want to get rid of for each trip, and you were the only one who got to see the collection of it all. It was something he trusted everyone on the crew with, but he never really showed them all of it. That was something between just the two of you. 

“Mm. I’m gonna show you the greatest treasure I have.” He spoke, softly, and he rubbed the back of the neck nervously. His face turned red and he cleared his throat, trying to get his semblance of confidence back. He didn’t want to back out now, it was go time. A deep sigh left his lips, and he directed his attention to the mirror, pointing at it. 

“Hm? Captain, I've seen this mirror a thousand times. What’s so special about it?” You tilted your head at him and turned to look at him. He stopped you, however, and he stood behind you, walking you both to the mirror with your back to him. His hand grabbed your chin softly and made you look directly into the mirror from in front of it. “Huh…?” You said, still confused. 

He scoffed, but placed an arm around your waist. Your eyes met his in the mirror, and you blushed seeing his face. It looked like he was equal parts cocky and flustered. Was he really saying…? Your thoughts froze when he made his move. 

His hand on your chin moved downwards, his hand lightly moving around your throat. From there, he tilted your head to the side and placed small kisses there. It made you gasp, but…he was being so cute about this. It made you giggle happily, but when you laughed he bit down slightly, nibbling at the skin. At your noise of surprise, his arm around your waist tightened, and he spoke softly. 

“This, every part of this, is my greatest treasure.” His hand moved from your neck to your collarbone, and his lips fanned over your ear as he whispered. The words came out hushed, and fragile like he was almost too nervous to say it. “You’re the greatest treasure I have. I can never get enough of you. Every time I go even a moment without seeing you, I want to run to wherever you are and prove that you’re mine.” He chuckled, almost as if to make fun of himself. “It’s pathetic, the amount of love I have for you.” 

Your eyes widened with shock, before your cheeks turned a bright shade of red. You moved your hand upwards, cradling the side of his face while he kissed your neck. “It’s okay, Captain. I feel the same. I actually kind of like how much time we spend together…even if we don’t see each other 24/7.” You laughed quietly, and gasped when his hand around your waist moved and lazily trailed his fingers over your stomach. 

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He chuckled, and lifted his head to turn yours to the side. The kiss he gave you was everything you’d ever hoped for, and he growled into it as he pulled you flush against him. Neither of you wanted to part the kiss, but he only pulled away enough to mutter his words against your lips. “If I had it my way, you’d never leave my side. Not metaphorically or literally. I can’t get enough of you. The way you walk when you’re confident, when you’re shy. How you giggle when I make dumb jokes, how you smile every time you see me.” 

He let out a laugh and turned you around to face him as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. “I never want to be without you. I won’t let it happen.” He had a near deranged look in his eyes, but also traces of hesitation, as if he didn’t want to push you too far. “So…in our journeys, you’re not allowed to go anywhere without me. I practically ache when you’re not in my field of vision.” He laughed, and leaned forward to pull you into another kiss. 

“You’re mine, my treasure. I’ll love and protect you even if this whole world comes tumbling down.” 

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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› megumi fushiguro x reader ›› toji x reader x megumi (mfm) ›› 18+ f!reader ›› started: 12/6/23 : updated: 1/29/24 : status: ongoing

‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent

‹𝟹 tags: good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, AGED UP CHARACTERS, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity

‹𝟹 notes: hi, sorry this took so long to update! i've had a lot going on lately, but i finally felt good enough to finish this chap! i tried to go for soft megumi but then eventually i couldn't help myself. sowwy x_x (im not sorry :3!) don't try so hard to imagine the positions, just go with it PLSSSS T_T LOL. for tumblr: i'm gonna start adding a section for tags. if y'all wanna be tagged in future updates on this fic or any of my stuff lmk!

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Chapter 5: Pink Carnations

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“It’s already almost 5 in the afternoon… and there’s a storm forecasted? Why are they not home yet?” Megumi questioned as he anxiously paced back and forth in the living room. He was worried, not really about the guy who he’s supposed to call ‘father’, but about you. He would never admit it, but he counts the hours, minutes, seconds, moments even when you’re not together. He misses you but feels like he’s not allowed to miss your presence.

Yet… he does. He always does. And that’s why when he sees you come bursting through the front door, clothes soaked but laughing, he’s confused. He knows you hate getting your clothes wet, much less completely soaked through. So why are you in such a good mood? He doesn’t mind, and loves hearing your sweet laugh, but he’s confused, nonetheless. That is, until he sees Toji’s massive frame follow right behind you.

Megumi’s cheeks flare with jealousy, his face flush a crimson red. He stares right at you, loudly asking where you’ve been. He isn’t trying to be mean, but he is mad. “What took you so long in a storm like this? You know it’s dangerous to drive with streets flooded so badly like this.” He finishes, looking straight at Toji, staring daggers into him for even thinking of putting you in a dangerous situation.

“I’m a good driver. You don’t need to worry. And we took a while because we were busy.” Toji smirks slightly at the end of his sentence, moving across the foyer and setting his keys on the table.

You don’t want to feel the uncomfortable sensation of soaked clothes for any longer, so you silently slip out of the room and make your way towards the bathroom.

Toji being Toji, he’s watching every part of you until your silhouette disappears into the dimly lit hallway. He’s watching you like a predator stalks his prey. Megumi’s brows furrow as he feels anger and jealousy boiling beneath his skin. He starts walking up to his father, confronting him, “Why are you looking at her like that, and why are you spending so much time with her in general, you old bastard?” Megumi is practically in Toji’s face, eyes fierce and cheeks flared with anger.

Toji only smirks as he’s leaned against the wall, looking down at Megumi. “I mean, why wouldn’t I? She’s fucking hot, and so obedient. I would be a fool to not want her for myself.” His response almost sends Megumi into a blind rage. Megumi understands Toji most likely takes what he wants from you, sometimes aggressively, and he wants to protect you from that.

“You’re disgusting.” Megumi retorts, words laced with venom. “You make me sick.”

“You can’t deny it though. I’m right. And you know I’m right.” Toji responds before pushing off the wall and away from Megumi towards his own bathroom. Megumi rolls his eyes as Toji walks away, but somewhere deep down inside him- that he’s blind to and wouldn’t even admit to- agrees with Toji. And that’s what pisses him off the most. He feels as if he’s been thrown into a competition to “win” you, one that he is already losing at. Megumi is disgusted with himself at the idea of you being described in terms of a prize, but he also can’t resolve the fact that he wants you. It’s wrong and unfair how someone like Toji could get to you first; Toji doesn’t know you like I do. He doesn’t value you like I do. And thus, Megumi resolves to make you happy in a way no one else can.

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A few days pass, and nothing really happens between anyone except sneaking glances and private thoughts.

Eventually, Megumi can’t take it anymore. He chooses a night where Toji is out working overnight “hustling’ or whatever the fuck he called it. He ordered your favorite food and went to pick it up, hoping you’d spend some time with him. Even a little bit. On the way home, he picked up a small bouquet of pink carnations- flowers that mean missing someone.

You get back home from your afternoon class shortly before Megumi pulls up in the driveway. You are just barely sitting on the couch before Megumi opens the door and enters, the sight of flowers and bags of food warming your heart. He makes his way towards the table, setting down the food, flowers still in hand, as you hastily get up and hug him.

“It smells amazing, Megs.” You say, holding him tightly. He thinks you’re talking about the food, but you’re most certainly talking about the intoxicating scent of him and his cologne. He smelled like what rainwater personified would smell like, comforting and refreshing.

“It’s gonna get cold, ___. And these are for you.” He finishes as he sheepishly hands you the flowers. You sit at the table, placing the flowers aside as Megumi looks for plates and silverware for you both.

“Thank you, Gumi.” You gently say as you’re taking containers out of bags and unpacking them. “It smells so good!! I can’t believe you remembered what kind of pasta I like.”

Megumi returns to the table, placing silverware and plates down. “You’re welcome. Of course I’d remember. How could I forget?” He’s sure he could see a faint blush creep on your cheeks, but you’re ultimately distracted by your craving for noodles. He chuckles at how you’re practically inhaling the food.

You both talk for a while about how classes have been, what stuff you’ve been watching, just mundane stuff that still shows how deeply interested he is. You know he remembers every detail, no matter how boring it may seem. He never forgets.

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After finishing the wonderful food and cleaning up together, you’re both relaxing on the couch looking for something to watch together. Usually, you gravitate toward thriller or horror movies, but Megumi picks out some almost cringey – but still cute – romance anime about two people who meet at a convention for a game and fall for each other. It’s not your first choice, but it’s still cute.

Your legs are resting on Megumi’s lap, not moving as you both watch. Megumi is slow, almost cautious when he places a hand on your leg, just rubbing you. He wants to make sure any touch in general is fine as he takes his time, slowly moving up your legs and eventually reaching your thighs. You’re acutely aware of his agonizingly slow touch, but the wait almost makes it better. He’s not even watching whatever he put on, and you’re too caught in the sensations of his soft hands rubbing your inner thighs to even begin to pay attention to the show.

Megumi’s hands continue its ascent up your inner thighs, going painfully slow. He’s looking for any and all reactions he can get out of you, and the way your breath hitches as he gets closer – it drives him insane. The way you try to hide your blush across your cheeks with your arms, trying to look at anything else to save you some embarrassment…. He loves it.

His hand moves to the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them to show he wants to take them off. He hooks his fingers around the waistband and gently pulls them completely off before tossing them to the floor. Megumi’s eyes instantly lock on to your panties. “Fuck, ___... do you always get that wet?” He’s teasing you but also shocked, the underwear was soaked from just a little teasing. You must have really wanted him.

His fingers play with you, rubbing the outside of your underwear as he draws sweet moans from your mouth. He absolutely loves the taking his time, hearing every soft moan you squeak out every time he moves his finger.  He pulls your panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off as his long, slender finger slips past your folds. Just as quickly as it appeared, he pulled his finger back to his mouth, tasting a bit of your slick. “You taste so good, baby. Oh my god.” He purrs as he brings another finger back to your cunt, this time pushing into you.

“Fuck, Gumi…”

He fucks you with a single finger as he expertly rearranges you on the couch, one leg hanging off with him in between. He slips another finger inside your tight hole as he brings his mouth to your cunt, flicking his tongue around your clit. The whimpers and pants you make only serve to make Megumi feel like a man starved. Eventually he slips his fingers out, much to your annoyance, and replaces it with his tongue. He’s eating you like a man having his last meal. He wastes no time in tasting every part he can reaching, fucking your cunt with his tongue. His hand creeps back up to your clit, thumb gently circling it as he continues eating you out.

He comes back up for air and inserts his fingers again, fucking you in a rhythm matching his thumb on your clit. You can feel yourself approaching that edge, the knot in your stomach tightening as Megumi stretches your cunt with just his fingers. He adds another finger, stuffing you full of his fingers as his thumb continues its assault on your clit. “You’re such a good girl for me, huh? Did you miss me, baby?”

Your eyes widen as he praises you, feeling yourself reach your limit and cum over his fingers. You make quite the mess over his arms and the couch. “I guess that’s a yes, isn’t it princess?”

He pulls his fingers out of you and reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down. There’s a noticeable small wet spot on his boxers, he was definitely hard and leaking at just teasing you. As much as he loves your mouth, he absolutely wants your already fucked out hole.

He picks you up and turns you over so you’re on your knees, hands on the back of the couch. Megumi aligns himself behind you, gently pushing his throbbing cock into your soaked hole. Your panties are still pushed to the side, creating a lewd sight Megumi hadn’t even anticipated as he watched your cunt swallow his cock.

Your upper body was pushed against the side of the couch, with your knees spread apart and ass in the air. Megumi bottomed out his cock inside your tight hole, pushing against you fully. “You’re such a good girl. Holy fuck.” Megumi wasted no time in picking up speed, developing a comfortable pace. You moan in tandem with his thrusts, turning him on even more. He wants to be gentle with you, but you were taking his dick like a bitch in heat, and he couldn’t be more thrilled about it.

He spanks your ass as he slams his thick cock into you, and you tighten around him in response. He doesn’t realize it now, but soon will understand how masochistic you really are. He slaps your ass, creating red marks all over it to mark his presence. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You like being fucked like a whore?” He asks as he thrusts into you, hitting your g-spot. “Answer me, princess. Are you a disgusting whore?”

He gives you almost no time to respond as his hand snakes up your back, reaching your head and grabbing fistfuls of hair to pull you back with. “Yes sir, I am” You barely manage to squeak out as you feel yourself being fucked silly, close to cumming again.

“You’re what? Answer me clearly, darling.” He coos as he tugs at your hair, pulling you back against him.

“I’m a dirty whore-ah” You yelp out as he pulls on your hair. You can feel the warmth of his body on your back, as you feel another hand make its way around your neck.

“Good girl.” Megumi purrs out. He is picking up the pace now, as his grip around your neck gently tightens. He’s thrusting into you with ferocity he didn’t know existed, abusing your tight cunt.

You feel yourself getting dizzy while Megumi keeps drilling into your cunt. He releases his grip on your throat, allowing you to gasp for air as he pushes you down against the couch. His hands grip you at your waist, giving him a better holding on you to fuck you harder. He groans as he feels himself getting close.

His cock slams into your g-spot again, as he nears his edge. “I’m close, baby. Be a good girl and come with me, yeah?” You can feel his cock starting to twitch inside your cunt as he continues his relentless assault on your sensitive spot, feeling that knot snap in your belly as you tighten around his cock. The moment you cum, it sends Megumi over the edge, and you feel his warm cum filling your womb. He slips his cock out as he pulls your panties back over your cunt. “Keep this on for a while, sweetheart.” He says as you start to roll over. He leans down and kisses your forehead, while caressing your cheek.

“That was amazing, ____. You were amazing.” He praises as he sits on the couch, pulling you into an embrace as you sit on his lap. Your head rests in the crook of his neck and you can smell that familiar, fresh scent. It smells like home.

“Thank you, Gumi.”

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‹𝟹 notes: i don't think there are going to be many more chaps for this fic soon. maybe 2 more at most idk. i dont rly know what i wanna do going forward, so i gotta keep it cookin in my brain for a lil more i guess lol. if y'all have suggestions i am ALWAYYYYYYS open for them! getting comments on my fic literally gives me so much serotonin u dont even understand lol

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So obsessed with the thought of fake dating Eddie…

I feel like it would be him in his own delusional mind who would bring it up

Maybe him and Y/n don’t know each other that well, but they still know each other nonetheless

It takes Eddie a long time to convince her to actually do it, with him coming to the conclusion that it would actually benefit the both of them! How so? Because she can start working on her “bag girl reputation”, not that she had any sort of big image to maintain in Hawkins

So she agrees to it

She goes over to his trailer and he draws up some big pro and cons list to further convince her to actually go through with whole charade

“And, you’ll get a front row seat to all of corroded coffins gigs, so that’s a plus… right?”

Of course with how many ways this could go wrong (or make y/n look like a fool) she decides to lay some ground rules

Eddie has already make himself look like an absolute idiot by lying to his band mates for months about some secret girlfriend who is the “perfect girl for him” and how they are “so in love”

And now that they are going on some “band bonding trip” in a cabin for a whole week, which has some how turned into them all bringing their partners??

And with much much pressure from all of the guys, Eddie finally agreed to bring his girlfriend on the trip

So then he had to scramble around and find a girl that matches his description of the so called girlfriend… and lucky Y/n is the perfect match (maybe that was planned all along but Eddie will never admit it!)

Before they know it they are off, Eddie hauling all of them up to the cabin in his van

Him and Y/n lay down some ground rules first, trying to make it realistic and look like a real couple without crossing boundaries

(A couple days before the trip they try to get to know each other as well as they can so they are fully comfortable around each other for a week)

They decided they would ease in, holding hands, hugs, and cheek kisses are always okay, but it might take a while to actually kiss

And as much as Eddie ran his mouth about his fake girlfriend there is no way they could get away with not being affectionate

So the drive up they really milked the whole holding hands thing since it is one of the things that aren’t off limits

They threw in a couple hugs when they stopped for gas, and Eddie pressed a kiss to her head once when he was pumping gas, but other than that they didn’t try to push it

Once they get to the cabin both Eddie and Y/n b-line for their bedroom, obviously the guys thinking for a complete different reason but it was actually because Eddie is exhausted from driving and Y/n is exhausted from having to keep up with so many lies

It’s definitely awkward sharing a bed, but Y/n and Eddie find a way to deal with it without making too much of a fuss

Once they are both well rested and ready to join the group again I can see them starting a bonfire and sitting around to chat once the sun has gone down

One of them brings up how nice it’s going to be to get a “two week break”

Both Eddie and Y/n are instantly confused

Two weeks?

“Two weeks? Two weeks?!” Y/n almost shouts

“But it’s only supposed to be a week, right? We rented in for one week. As in seven days?”

“No, it’s rented for two weeks, fourteen days, half a month”

Y/n yanks Eddie to the side and after a very frustrating back and forth they come to the conclusion that they can deal with it, it’s only one more week

The first week is smooth, they got by well and they were both actually really comfortable around each other

Unfortunately, the other guys were very affectionate with their partners, way too much pda and Eddie knew it was just to prove a point

But hand holding only went so far so they finally had to suck it up and throw in a kiss or two

Which was awkward but by the start of week two it was feeling more natural

And before they knew it they actually had no problem acting like a couple

Now it was natural for Y/n to plop in Eddie’s lap, eddies hand now gravitates toward Y/n’s, kisses are much more natural

But that was kind of weird… right?

Y/n hardly even really knew of Eddie until 3 weeks ago and a week ago she could hardly even hold his hand

And now she was willingly wrapping herself around him and letting him press kisses to her face and she likes it??

And a couple days before they plan to leave maybe a kiss was taken a little too far

So the tension was so thick between them all day you could cut it with a knife

Once they finally get alone time once everyone goes back in their rooms and Eddie and Y/n are finally alone

They wait a few minutes before pouncing on each other like wild animals

I could see them being either super sweet and it being romantic or them being absolutely filthy and fucking like bunnies all night

OKAYYY I really wanna kind of make this into a full fic if anyone is interested in that? I’ve been working on this the past couple days and I’m really excited to post it for you guys even though you’ve all probably forgotten about me since I was inactive for basically 4+ months

Let me know your thoughts!

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Brotherly Princess

Summary: Kid Philip presents Kid Caleb with a very cute but also confusing drawing that he drew of them.

Original headcanon

Ao3 version

Enjoy!

There was no doubt that Philip Wittebane was the artist in the wooden household that only he and his brother lived in.

Whenever an idea that could be illustrated came to his mind, the small brunette would whip out his pen, find some parchment paper, usually located in his shared bedroom, and get to work on bringing his mental image to life.

One day, the youngest Wittebane was scribbling on parchment his latest idea that sprang into his mind earlier today as he finalized some key details in his artistic piece before placing his feathered pen down.

He took the time to gaze at his drawing, fully taking it in and admiring it.

A satisfied smile soon shined on his face as he quickly left his room to show his picture to Caleb, who he found crafting a carving at the dining room table.

"Hm?" Caleb hummed briefly, shifting his eyesight away from his soon-to-be sparrow carving.

He quickly noticed a rapidly wiggling piece of paper in his view and smiled when he saw Philip with an eager expression.

"Is that for me?" Caleb asked knowingly as Philip paused his rapid shaking of the paper to confirm his brother's question with two head nods.

The blonde set his carving knife and carving down and gladly took the gifted artwork.

"Thank you, Philip," he said, taking a look at the illustration.

Even though his smile remained, it was apparent that Caleb was confused about what he was staring at, his brows knitted.

In the drawing, Pip was drawn as a heroic knight in a fairytale wielding his sword, clearly meant to be his wooden one, high in the air as the noble steed he was on charged forward at full speed towards...

Caleb blinked twice.

Towards a fire-breathing kaiju-like dragon who had him, dressed as a princess, at least he assumed because of the long, puffy ball gown and crown he had on, in its clutches.

Now, Caleb's confusion mostly stemmed from the fact that he was sporting on a dress in the piece, but he did have to admit...

He looked quite pretty in a frock.

However, he would never actually wear one in real life...

Well, at least not in public, lest he'd be met with harsh judgment as well as a lashing or two.

"I absolutely love it, Pip," Caleb told Philip as he looked to him with an honest smile.

"Thank you again." He proceeded to ruffle the younger's short mop of hair. "You have such a big imagination," Caleb complimented wholeheartedly.

With blue eyes shining in delight at Caleb's praise, Philip excitedly bounced in place before pointing a finger at the front door.

The blonde gave a sheepish chuckle. "Uh, how's about we keep this drawing just between us, okay, Pip?"

For a brief moment, Philip's bright look faded some.

He pondered for a bit why Caleb would want him to keep his art a secret and not share it with others.

However, his smile shined wholly once more as he nodded nonetheless at his brother's request.

This earned him a non-nervous smile as well as another gentle ruffle of his hair. "Thank you."

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Ten — William Killick + uniform kink, dirty talk

Pairing -> dom!william killick x wife!reader

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), dom!william, sub!reader, mention of military duty, use of good girl, sir kink, captain kink, william in his uniform>>>>>

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: The Edge of Love characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

“I knew you liked it,” William said sweetly, resting his forehead against yours. He cupped your cheeks in his hand, caressing it with his fingers. “I can see the way you look at me when I wear it. All bothered-like. Just want a strong man to take care of you, hmm?”

You shuddered. William was right. You did like it when he wore his uniform, especially now that you were finally seeing him against after his deployment. How was it your fault he looked so damn good in it? It complimented his skin tone, it matched his dark brown hair almost perfectly, and it outlined his body, showing that he was strong and muscular and fit. When he wore it, it was like he commanded respect, and when you were by his side, it felt like no one could hurt you, that you were under protection, William’s protection. That you were his. 

“Yeah,” you admitted, trying not to get all flustered about it. If you didn’t downplay the situation you were sure you’d be in for nights of teasing. “It just, it looks nice on you. It’s a pretty colour.”

Images of fantasies you’ve had came up in your head. You tried to push them down, but you couldn’t stop thinking about them, especially now . . . William, holding you in his arms, shielding you from the dangers of the outside world. He would command you and dominante you, but in the loveliest ways — in a caring way. In a way that said he loved you. Sometimes he’d be on top, fucking you so good, but with his uniform on. He’d ask you — no, demand you call him ‘Captain’, and you would.  

William kissed you softly, his lips brushing up against yours. “I know it is. Is this what you want?” he asked.

“What?”

“Is this what you want?” he repeated. “To make love to you in this uniform?” His hands trailed up under your shirt, aiming to touch your breasts. “I can do that. Only if you want it.”

“Yes!” you immediately said, then averted your eyes, embarrassed at how eager you sounded. “William, I want it.”

“Darling,” he cooed. He picked you up in his arms, bridal style, and carried you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the mattress. “I’ll give it you. But first we need to lay some ground rules, okay?”

You looked up at him, curious, while he unbuckled his belt. What a wonderful sight.

“It’s not William anymore,” he said sternly. “You’ll call me Captain Killick. I deserve it, don’t I? For my wife to respect my position?”

“Yes, sir.” You could feel your body getting hotter, and the area between your legs wetter.

“You’ll be obedient, too. No brattiness,” he said, as he pulled his fat cock out, “no pleas or cries. Just ‘yes, sir’, ‘I’ll do anything to please you, sir’. I’ve served you all those years out there, fighting to keep my darling girl safe, and in return you’ll serve me. On your knees with your mouth, legs spread with your cunt — whatever I ask.”

Your response was filled with lust, “Yes, sir. Whatever you ask.”

“Good girl.” He gave you a proper kiss this time, a passionate one, with his tongue sweeping over your lips and pushing its way into your mouth. He let out a muffled groan, hiking up your skirt and pulling down your panties. 

“Get on your hands and knees for me,” he said in your ear. You hesitated. He had never taken you in that position before, but you obeyed nonetheless, waiting in anticipation.

“Ohh,” William moaned, pushing his cock into your wet pussy. He immediately started thrusting, hard and fast, without giving you a chance to adjust. 

“William!” you yelped, clutching onto the bed sheets for some stability.

He swiftly spanked your ass.

“C-captain Killick,” you corrected, little whimpers leaving your mouth. 

“Good girl. Ah, fuck — I can feel you clenching,” William said, his balls slapping against your skin, but you could also hear the sound of clothing shuffling. “Like it this much? Being—under my control? Dirty.”

You squirmed and tried to cover your wanton moans by placing your hand over your mouth, but William pinned your hands behind your back the moment he noticed what you were doing. “No, I want to hear your moans. Don’t hide them from me . . ."

He slowed his pace down and leaned over, his stomach touching your back. His thrusts were now more stiffer, and rough, pushing his way deep inside you. “Need to do this more often. Getting you so wet . . . I’ve missed you, it’s been so long since I’ve been inside of a woman.”

He cupped your bouncing breasts, pinching your nipples, eliciting a squeak out of you. “My darling wife. I love you . . . Now, stop squirming," he chastised, "and let me fuck you good."

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