#he's so tender and thoughtful my heart just explodes

[noobsoconfusing]

‘heartworm’_hamzahthefantastic

tired and sleepy conversations with your boyfriend who doesn’t shut the fuck up .

fluff, suggestive talk about martin, family ideas, cuddling in bed, established relationship.

>_<

one thing you noticed about your boyfriend is that he has many things inside his head, a raging –almost painful– need to tell you everything he is thinking about, and while you thank him for the trust, you can’t help but wonder if he analyses the things he says out loud before verbally vomiting them.

“y/n, are you awake?” hamzah’s voice came out soft and groggy, his low tone dragging in a whisper made you open your eyes almost so quick that it hurt.

“hmm, yes.” you replied, adjusting your sight to the dark room.

“do you…wanna talk?” he shifted on the bed, turning his body to face yours. he had a small smile as he looked at you. you felt warm.

the way his hair was messy, and his face so naturally familiar to you felt almost dreamy.

hamzah’s big sleepy eyes made your heart feel like a cooker bomb. weird comparison but to be honest you could almost feel the way it was going to explode anytime.

and god, you love him so much. unexplainably so damn much. he thought the same of you.

“cant sleep, huh?” you asked, getting closer to his body under the covers, but then you felt how one of your cats, probably blue, squealed. he was probably sound asleep between hamzah’s body and yourself, always looking for warmth. the protection of his cat parents

“mmm, nope, not really.” he sighed. “have so much stuff going on, you know? inside my mind, i mean.” he admitted, one of his hands travelled to your face, and he stroked your cheek only to feel some sort of contact. “so fuckin’ pretty, huh, you’re my pretty girl..”

you leaned into the touch like a needy pet, and he couldn’t help but smile, heart feeling full.

“whats inside your mind, hamzah?” you asked curiously.

although you were extremely tired and sleepy, hamzah always came first to you. soul intimacy was important, not only sex, and you wanted to know what was bothering him or keeping him awake at such indecent hours.

“you. always.” oh. “like, for real, y/n, and i don’t wanna sound obsessed, even though yeah, i am pretty much obsessed with you–,” he paused to swallow. your heart felt so heavy with a feeling you couldn’t quite describe, but only hamzah made you feel. “i am always thinking about you.”

to be reciprocated, to be seen. hamzah made you feel seen, as he pretty much matched your deep feelings for him. –oh, y/n, you match my freak!– his voice filled your head. so nice.

“i feel the same way” you bluntly said. “each day i feel like we have been dating for my whole life, because this crazy funny feeling never really goes away.” by that you meant, the exciting feeling of expectation and young love.

first love.

he giggled, low tone. “right! i know, it’s like, okay, like i feel like i am a kid in love, you know? all silly and nervous around you, but at the same time i feel like we have been married for ages!”

to be reciprocated, to be seen. to be in love.

“i love you, hamzah.” you admitted, your voice suddenly softer.

and he didn’t reply, instead, he lifted the covers all the way up till they were engulfing your bodies, the closeness was comforting, and his arms moved around your frame until a hug was crafted. so perfect and tender. his body was like a boiler, providing you of heat, almost like a heat pad for cramps… but man sized.

he looked at you, big round eyes silently speaking, hoping you hear them, –god i love you, i love you so much you’re my fucking world, i wanna spend my whole damn life by your side.– silent confession.

instead, he says;

“have you ever had tapeworms?” hamzah asks out of the blue.

you blink. blink twice. then three times. and then you sigh, remembering your boyfriend was just, well, just like that. it didn’t ruin the atmosphere though, you enjoyed… whatever the fuck he was trying to say.

“hmmm, i don’t think i have had tapeworms, no” you answer snuggling up to his bare chest.

hamzah hums. “it’s fine, me neither by the way, i just asked ‘cause whenever i think of you my heart feels like it’s got a tapeworm inside of it…”

silly, you thought. lovely.

“yeah. i think i know what you mean.”

“i think it’s in the way we match each other so fucking well, yeah? i never thought i could find a person that just… loves me… for what i am…” he said and you felt your heart skip a beat.

your eyebrows furrowed. “elaborate.”

“for instance, you’re my friend, but also my girlfriend, but also my wife, but also my best friend, and not only that, you’re also like, my life partner, you know?”

ugh, stupid fucking feelings. you felt so deeply about hamzah that your heart felt like it could burst out anytime.

“hey, i love you so much it’s almost overwhelming.” you admitted, melting into his touch. “for so long i thought nobody would ever notice me or listen to me or even just, be my friend. or try to take the time to understand me…” your voice lowered at the end of your sentence.

he groaned at how close you were. satisfaction, of course.

“you’re so beautiful, y/n.” he kissed the top of your head. “like, i also thought that martin would be my only friend forever, as scary as it sounds.” he laughed and you did too.

“hey! martin’s nice!” you defended your friend.

“i mean yeah, i love him too, but it’s different. not in the way i love you, and i know he doesn’t love me in the way he loves mandy.” he explained.

“yeah, i know.” you laughed sleepily, as you leaned onto hamzah’s body. it helped a ton that he slept shirtless because you liked the raw closeness.

“martin is cool, but if i had never met you, i would have blue balls and an empty heart!”

“and gay allegations, still.” you added, laughing.

“but most importantly blue balls..” hamzah said serious, with a sigh.

“huh?!”

“i can’t fuck martin. i can’t make love to martin, though, just think about it.”

“dude…” you said, trying not to burst out laughing out loud.

“i have thought about it, but only before meeting you, it’s just weird!” hamzah explained, with a nervous smile on his face.

“you don’t have to think about that, hamzah!” a smile creeped up on your lips. an awkward one.

“right, i know.” he defended himself-, “i don’t think about it anymore, i was just a lonely man before you, though.” ah, you knew that.

every time they could, mandy and martin made sure to tell you how much of a loner miserable man hamzah was. a painfully single dude. even the slushies would be constantly commenting jokes about it.

“because you’re weird that’s why…” you joked and he clicked his tongue. “that’s why i love you”

“you know, before you; it was my hand, lotion, tissues and me against the world.” he listed as if it was a great accomplishment.

as if it was something super fucking serious. to be fair, it was very serious to him.

“no video?” you joked. it felt so nice and genuine to talk about silly stuff like this with your man.

he stopped to think for a second. “nah, just my imagination. always imagined you though, even before meeting you i always imagined someone like you.” he kissed your forehead.

“wow, how romantic, it’s almost as if you’re not talking about beating your meat.”

as you both comfortably joked and laughed, a nice silence filled the room.

hamzah pulled you closer, which you thought was physically impossible, but still, your body thanked his devotion for physical affection.

his low voice broke the silence.

“y/n…”

“yes, hamzah?”

he sighed, holding your waist close to his own. you could feel him, feel him merging with your body, but it was nice, not really anything more than intimacy.

“i can’t wait to have a family with you.” he said, the weight of the confession leaving his chest felt so good.

your eyes opened wide. and you stuttered to reply.

“we are a family.” you said.

the cats, him, you. yeah, a family as god intended, right? but still, you knew what he meant. and you wanted it too.

“do you think we’ll be good parents?” he asked, the tone in his voice indicating he was being honest, being hopeful. he hoped for you to say yes so badly.

you thought for a moment…

“i think we’ll be okay, hamzah.” yeah.

“we’ll be okay, love.” he said, but it was almost as if he was trying to reassure himself.

hamzah wanted a big family, and he liked thinking about caring for the little humans you’d create together.

and the room filled with silence yet again, as you heard his calm breathing, you realised he had fallen asleep. the comfort of his embrace made you fall asleep as well.

hamzah felt so safe with you, so understood. never judged at all. he said weird stuff, but you always had a smile on your face. never grossed out by him, never angry, always loving.

it was nice. to be reciprocated, to be seen.

the heartworm inside his heart wiggled happy, eating his flesh and leaving a trace of only you.

>_<

hope u liked this. i did. heh.

[flowerandblood]

Duty and desire (Oneshot)

[ canon • Aemond x niece • wife female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, sex content, smut, angst, praise kink activated, lactation kink, fluff ]

[ description: An incident between her husband and their sons causes her uncle to completely break down. She decides to show him how deep her feelings are towards him and to comfort him. A heartbroken, vulnerable, infatuated Aemond in need of simple tenderness. ]

Author’s note: The events of this oneshot are part of the canon of The Fall from the Heavens series and feature the same characters. I couldn't sleep and that's how I mentally coped with what I saw in the second episode of the second season. You're welcome, lol. If you still didn't watch it, wait with reading it (if you don't like any kind of spoilers). It can be read as a standalone story.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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He had returned to their chamber earlier, tense and visibly frustrated despite the fact that he usually spent that part of the day sparring with their sons, training them in the wielding of the sword.

She smiled at him from above her book, watching as he involuntarily looked into the cradle where Visenya slept peacefully.

The birth of their first daughter was joyous news for the entire kingdom, including them.

"So early?" She asked, spreading out comfortably in her chair, curious about this change of plans. Her uncle only pursed his lips at her words, walking over to the table where she sat and reached for a cup, into which he poured himself a little wine.

He remained silent.

A bad sign.

"What's happened?" She asked immediately, seeing that hundreds of thoughts were currently running through his mind, which if they did not find an outlet would eventually explode in the form of his fury.

He took a few deep sips from his goblet without looking at her, setting it down with a loud clink of steel on the table.

"Viserys and Aegon have suggested that Ser Robert should be the one to train them today. They apparently want to become archers." He said with a sneer and anger that startled her. She swallowed hard, closing the book, understanding full well that his words were only the tip of what he was really thinking about.

"In your presence they always feel they have to prove themselves. They're afraid of being ridiculed in front of you. Maybe it's…"

"At their age I dreamt of my father doing for me what I do for them. This is our time together." He growled, looking out of the corner of his eye into the area where she sat, but not directly at her, immersed in his thoughts, memories and regrets.

"I know." She whispered and her words, something about the way she said them made his lip tremble, made him lower his head in shame and cover his face with his hand, drawing in air loudly.

"They are terrified at the sight of me. Both of them. They don't love me, they just fear me. Their own father." He mouthed, his quivering voice betraying that although he tried to control himself, something about the thought had broken him.

She stood up from her seat, shaking her head, coming up to him quickly, wanting to touch his arm with her hand, but he moved away and turned his head, not wanting her to see what was happening to him.

"If you could hear with what pride and admiration they speak of you when you are not there. They so desperately want to please you." She muttered in pain, feeling a squeeze in her heart at the thought that he might have believed he was a bad father, when they both knew how hard he tried.

"To please me? My sons, they live to please me? And if they don't then what will happen to them? Hm?" He asked and fell silent, looking at her at last, his eye red with grief and despair, his face simultaneously red and pale with emotion, his lips parted in a heavy breath.

He covered his eyes with his hand as he burst into silent sobs, as if he had not stifled the thought for a day or a month, but for years, ever since their first son had been born.

She looked at him in disbelief, stunned, at the same time hurt and saddened by his words, by the thought of how he judged and perceived himself.

"Looking into my eyes do you see anything other than love?" She asked, renewing her attempt, taking a step towards him, and this time he didn't pushed her away, looking at her uncertainly.

"– it's something else –" He whispered.

"– how can it be? – do you think I would love a man who is a bad father to my children? –" She asked further, and he swallowed hard, trying to calm his breathing, his cheeks red from tears.

"– stop it –" He said and turned away, wiping his face, walking to the other side of the room, embarrassed and ashamed of his weakness.

"– sit down on the bed, husband – I want to explain a few things to you –" She finally said.

He sighed heavily and did as she asked, making room beside himself, looking down at his hands, heartbroken. She, however, walked up to him and did not sit next to him, but on his lap, surprising him by taking his warm, red face in her hands, stroking his moist skin with her thumbs.

For a moment she simply looked at him, all helpless and vulnerable, feeling the heat in her chest.

"– you're defending our family – you're the rock that protects us – you have to show strength – be determined – and that's hard when you're king and father at the same time – the burden of the crown is great and you know it – you're trying to prepare them for it –" She whispered, with each successive word placing kisses on his red face: on his forehead, his temple, his eyebrows, his eyelid, his cheekbone, his lips, his jaw.

She felt his hands involuntarily rise to her waist, stroking her through the material of her gown.

"– so why don't they understand this? – why do they push me away? –" He muttered, focusing his gaze on her full, plump lips, his manhood hidden in his breeches pulsed softly in a natural reaction to her closeness.

"– because they are still children – children who need their father to love them no matter what – a father who will sometimes let them go their own way –" She said softly, in a gentle, light motion untying the black ribbon at the back of his head, making the front strands of his silver hair fall over his shoulders.

"– I just want to spend time with them like a father with his sons – I want them to need me –" He whispered, and she nodded, letting his broad hand move her hip closer, making her body press against his.

"– I know, my husband – my sweet, sweet husband –" She whispered and heard him draw in the air loudly, surprised, his erection pulsed hard between her thighs.

She licked her lips, wondering if he was aroused by what he was hearing.

"– my husband is so good to me –" She gasped softly, letting their lips join in hot, sticky, lazy kisses, making wonderful heat surge through her body. "– my sweet friend – my sweet boy –"

She shuddered as his fingers tightened on the material of her gown, his throat leaving a sound she had never heard before.

He moaned.

Not the way he usually did, low and deep, when it was on the verge of panting, but high, the way she did when he gave her sweet pleasure.

Their fingers tightened on their bodies, letting their mouths find each other in greedy, violent, deep kisses – his cock between her thighs swelled all over and pulsed, hot, betraying that he was now completely ready to possess her.

"– I love you – please –" He muttered, forcibly ripping her gown off her shoulders, exposing her naked breasts, all swollen with milk. Something like a sigh of delight and relief left his throat as he sank his face into her sternum, his thumbs stroking and teasing her nipples hard from the cold.

She moaned as she tilted her head back, untying the material of his breeches, feeling the wonderful, pleasurable wetness between her thighs, proving that she was ready to receive him deep inside her.

"– my sweet husband deserve to be soothed – doesn't he? – to feel his beloved wife – how warm she is – how wet she is –" She whispered, cupping his swollen, quivering erection in her palm, feeling how incredibly hard it was, its tip thick and smooth, dripping with his moisture.

"– yes –" He mumbled in shame, directing one of her breasts to his face, holding it in his hand, finding her nipple with his mouth, beginning to suck it loudly along with her milk as she guided the head of his cock against her pulsing slit.

"– ah – my husband is so hard for me – makes me feel so fucking good – so, so big –" She cooed, sinking slowly onto his manhood only to lift herself on it with a loud click of her wetness, opening her thirsty, fleshy cunt again and again on his long, throbbing erection.

"– f-fuck –" He exhaled, embarrassed, imposing a fast, aggressive pace on her at once, clearly aroused by what she was saying and how she was behaving, needing her affection, her acceptance, her closeness, everything he couldn't ask of anyone else outside the door of their chamber.

"– it's all yours, my dearest – I can ride you all night – you'll fill me with your seed as many times as I need, won't you? –" She gasped, and he groaned loudly into the skin of her breasts, clamping his hot hands on her hips, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow, panting and quivering along with her.

She wasn't sure she had ever experienced a similar orgasm, so overpowering, hot, soothing, delightful.

"– f-fuck – f-fuck, Aemond, yes –" She whimpered, throwing her head back as she felt his body convulse, his warm seed filling her womb wit his low moans of pleasure.

He released her nipple from his mouth, panting heavily, snuggling his cheek into her chest, letting her arms embrace him in a tight grip, her lips placing tender, hot kisses on his hair.

"– forgive me – I'm ashamed – I –"

"– you are my husband – let me give you relief when you need it –" She whispered, combing her fingers through his long hair.

"– but – it was –"

"– a husband can show tenderness and understanding to his wife, but a wife to her husband cannot? –" She asked in pain, and he swallowed hard, letting out a loud, shuddering breath.

"– it won't happen again –" He muttered, needing, apparently, for her to tell that lie so he could stop thinking about how weak he was, how he needed it, how pleasant it was.

That he would beg in his mind for more.

More of her tenderness.

More of her praise.

More of her love.

"– as you wish –"

[gothamhappiness]

The nightmare (Jason Todd x GN!reader)

Warnings: no proof reading, angst, kinda comfort but not really, mentions of blood, violence, Joker, dark!Jason at the end

You woke up sweating and your heart beating so fast that you thought it was going to explode inside your chest. You sat up before frantically looking for your boyfriend Jason in the bed. You needed several instants to collect yourself and remember that he was patroling away tonight.

You couldn't stay in bed, not after the nightmare you just had. You needed to busy yourself until Jason came back. You went into the kitchen and started to prepare some tea. Hopefully, it could calm down your nerves. You wanted to call Jay, but you were worried you would distract him during a mission.

The tea didn't help. Your eyes were focused on the time passing by. You were getting very distraught now. What if something had happened to Jason?

Just like in your nightmare.

At the instant you heard the window getting opened, you rushed to it. Red Hood barely had the time to get inside; you were already hugging him before checking him for any injuries. If your warm welcome made Jay smile at first, it was until he noticed how anxious you were. He removed his helmet, let it fall on the ground before gently cupping your face into both of his hands.

"Hey babe. Is everything alright?" he whispered to you

"I'm just... so happy to see you're all good" you replied, starting to cry.

Jason panicked. He wasn't standing to see you in such a bad state of mind. He quickly sat you down on the couch, then knelt down in front of you, trying to comfort you with gentle words and touch. You managed to calm down after a little while.

"I'm so sorry, this is so silly. I just had this nightmare and I worried about you and..." you babbled

"What nightmare, love?" Jay asked

You didn't reply. You weren't too sure you wanted to talk about it to Jason. He took your hands in his and stroked them.

"Alright, I'm gonna grab a shower and..."

"Let me take care of you" you asked

Jason simply nodded, he couldn't deny you anything.

You helped him undress and then washed him with great care and tenderness. It was allowing you to stop thinking about the nightmare. Jay enjoyed your quiet love for him. You were the only person who ever cared for him like that. He was so grateful you were part of his life. He didn't know how he could live without you.

He also looked after you in a comfortable silence even though your boyfriend hated to see you so tense. For the moment, he allowed you to keep your thoughts to yourself.

But at the instant you both settled in bed, he gently guided you on his lap. You instinctively snuggled against him.

"So, what's going on?" he whispered

"I'm not positive that I want to tell you about it..." You admitted

"Why not?" He stroked your cheek

"It was about... him." You said

"Him?" Jason asked even if he guessed your answer

"The Joker." You replied

"Alright, what happened with him?" He asked, his jaw clenched

"He... kidnapped the two of us. You were tied up on a chair, and his goons took me on top of a pool full of acid. Joker told me I had the choice. Or I could watch him club you to death, or I could jump in the acid." You explained.

Jason's face was unreadable, but deep down, he was losing his mind.

"And what did you say, love?"

"I jumped of course, and I woke up" you murmured.

Jason instantly grabbed your face and brought you even closer to him.

"My love, I need you to make a promise to me then. Even if I'll do anything to keep you safe, if one day something like that happens, never choose me over yourself. Promise me you'll do everything to stay alive." he was deadly serious

"But Jay..."

"No but. I don't matter."

"How can you say something like that! This is not true! I love you" You cried out

"Let's me rephrase that. If I die, nothing bad will truly happen out of it. You'll get upset, but it'll pass. On the other hand, I can assure you that no one in Gotham would want to deal with the aftermath of your death."

"What... what do you mean?" You frowned

"That if anything happened to you, I'll burn this whole city to the ground and there would be no survivor. Not even Batman." Jason darkly promised

"Jay..." You were speechless

"You are my world, my everything, and if I lose you, everyone goes down with me. So now promise me you'll always pick yourself over me and anyone else, baby." He continued

"I... I promise you." You replied as you realised it was the only answer you could give him.

[ln444]

✩ moonlight

summary: oscar never realized how much he got used to your company until you're miles away from him.

cw: f!reader, fluff, smut, dirtytalking, oral (f), fingering, oscar is crazy in love:(.

now playing: moonlight by ariana grande

requested my anon

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six weeks. six long and lonely weeks since you been away from oscar. the empty side of the bed, the lonely nights clutching your pillow instead of him, it felt like you became too familiar to it. and you hate it. sure, it's not the first time that you're apart due to his f1 commitments, but it had never lasted that long. usually, you always find a way to join him during the grand prix, to support him and share his world, but this time was different, you needed to stay here in australia to get some things done.

the fact that you couldn't make it to the races made a gnawing sensation grow in your stomach. but today was finally the day, the day he come back for a precious week before diving back into his f1 driver life — with you by his side this time.

every minute spent apart from oscar felt like an eternity, and you couldn't bear to miss a single moment of his time back home. so you decided to meet him at the airport. the anticipation built as the minutes ticked away, making your heart race with a mix of excitement and impatience.

the moment oscar appears, the world faded into the background. there were no greetings, no words exchanged; you just fall into each other's arms, holding each other as if there is no tomorrow.

as you pull away, your eyes meets his and you exchange a loving and long gaze. a smile appears on both of your lips and you don't even need words to understand each other. just the sparks in his eyes makes you understand how much he missed you. oscar's hands cup your cheeks, caressing them, it's like he wanted to make sure that you're real, that you're here with him.

your lips meets in a kiss that contain all the longing and love you've been storing up during your time apart. the kiss is slow and gentle, you're tenderly exploring of each other's mouths and you can feel the butterflies explode in your stomach. it seems like the world around you fade away as the kiss deepen, full of hunger.

oscar's hands found a way to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. your bodies fits like missing puzzle pieces and the kiss become more urgent, as you could never get enough of each other.

out of breath and after what felt like an eternity, you finally pull away and your eyes meets his again, the sparks in it brighter than before. you can't help but smile, your hands sliding in his messy hair, trying to adjust it.

"i missed you", he places a kiss on your nose, "so much, baby". your smile grows bigger and you plant a sweet peck on his lips, "i missed you more" you whisper against his kissed lips before sliding your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, "let's get you home, babe"

the way home was filled with silly stories and laughs, accompanied by stolen kisses while oscar kept his eyes on the road. when you finally made it in the apartment that you and oscar shared, you could feel the heavy weight on your heart beginning to lift and the discomfort in your stomach has been replaced by the warmth of oscar's presence.

oscar messily throw his stuff in the corner of your shared bedroom. he just have one thought in mind right now; holding you as close as he can for as long as he can. so, with a tug on your waist, he fall backward onto the bed, pulling you down with him. he gazes as you with intensity, taking time to examine every details of your face, as if he wanted to paint them in his brain forever.

"god, you look even more beautiful than when i left," he murmured, and you couldn't help but blush, your cheeks warming with a rush of affection. without hesitation, you leaned in to capture his lips in a tender kiss. oscar's hands slid instinctively beneath your shirt, sending shivers directly down your spine. it's like oscar was discovering your body all over again, his hands exploring every inch of your stomach, chest, and back, making you whimper through the kiss, which had now become far more intense.

oscar never truly understood the depth of his love for you until these weeks without you. he didn't realize how much he cherishes having you by his side every day, with the joy of your smile constantly brightening his days. he treasure the way you always make sure that he's okay, that he's sleeping and eating well. how you always make sure that he feels loved and happy. every little habits of yours, endearing or not, was something that oscar adores. he loves everything about you. maybe being apart for a while had his advantages because oscar finally realized that he's crazy in love with you.

lost in his thoughts, oscar doesn't even notice that you're now both naked. you look at him, a bit puzzled and concerned, your hand stroking softly his cheek. "hey, you're okay, baby?" you ask softly, a little out of breath from the intense make out session. your question remains unanswered, oscar is too captivated, gazing at you as though you hold the entire universe in your eyes.

"i love you" he suddenly says, his chest filled with all sort of overwhelming emotions. your eyes widen, a sudden wave of emotion washing over your entire body. you can't help but lose yourself into oscar's eyes, which are so sincere and tender that your heart feels like it could burst out of your chest at any moment.

"oscar... i..." you whisper hesitantly, the words getting stuck in your throat due to the overwhelming feelings traveling your body. but as soon as you feel oscar's body tense beneath yours and his look changing, you immediately panic and grab his face. you give him the softest look you can, filling it with all the adoration you have for him, saying "i love you, so much".

without any words, oscar pulls you for an hungry kiss, his hands firmly placed on your waist so he can pull you as close as he can. as you moan through the kiss, oscar seized the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, and your two tongues began to dance in perfect harmony. the kiss feels so different, a whole new feeling filling both of your body and it just makes you crave for more.

his lips leaves yours, traveling your jawline to end up on your neck that he start to mark, gently sucking and kissing your skin. the continuous whimpers coming out of your mouth encourages him to go further; his fingers finds your nipples, playing with them. like it's not already enough for you, his mouth joins his fingers, making you a moan mess and your hands slid into his curls.

"oscar..." you whine, looking down at him and he looks back, his lips ghosting your nipple. "what is it, baby?", he knows exactly what you want but he wants to hear you say it. "please..." you pout, your grip on his hair getting slightly firmer. "use your words", his tone is so soft but yet so authoritarian. oscar loves how you missed him and his touch, feeling so wanted by the person he loves create a new sensation inside him that feels so exciting.

"oscar! please stop teasing" you groan softly and he chuckles, kissing both of your nipples and he doesn't hesitate to take his sweet time to get to your core, he even stops to admire it and then his eyes goes back to yours, "fuck, i missed your pussy so much", you can't help but blush, and your thighs instinctively closes. you break the eye contact to throw your head backward and oscar just smirks. he will never get over the effet he has on you, enjoying every single second of it.

"eyes on me, sweetheart" after making sure that you're looking and that your legs are opened for him, he doesn't waste any more minutes and start making out with your pussy, sucking softly on your clit to taste you and a soft groan escapes from his lips, feeling overwhelmed by the missed feeling.

you, on the other side, is a literal mess, you could feel all the sensations you felt the first time he ate you out. with a hand on his hair, you arch your back, repetitively moaning his name and oscar is now completely pussy drunk. he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow and it doesn't take you long to reach your climax, not even finding the time to warn him. it didn't stop him though, his tongue keeps lapping your core, tasting you again and again, never getting enough of your pussy. he makes sure to lick you clean, not leaving any drop of your juice.

"you taste so fucking good" he groans, looking at you proudly and pulling you for a messy kiss. completely breathless and shaking from the orgasm, you try your best to kiss him back. the kiss is sloppy, both craving for more. it gets even messier when two of oscar's fingers slips inside you. you can't even keep up with the kiss, too busy trying to control your moans and the way your body shakes.

"you're feeling so good, so wet, just for me" you can feel his breath against your neck and it drives you completely insane. it's not like you didn't think about this when oscar was away, touching yourself for hours and imagining his fingers deep inside you. but, right now, it's not your imagination. everything is real; his fingers inside you, his lips on your neck, his words. just by this thought, you feel another orgasm grow in your stomach, holding tight into oscar's busy arm.

"coming... oscar!" you almost scream and oscar just keeps going, even fastening his moves to accompany you through your orgasm. he places gentle kisses all over your neck, whispering sweet words and telling you how good you are doing. it's just too much for you, your back arch as you reach your climax and you unconsciously plant your nails into oscar's skin, moaning his name a few times.

oscar leaves a few more kisses on your neck and jawline, making sure you catch your breath before going back to kissing you, softer this time. you try to transfer all of your feelings through the kiss and oscar can feel every single of it, making his heart explode in his chest. your bodies won't leave each other, like they're meant to be linked forever, fitting each other like puzzle pieces.

completely dizzy, oscar pull out to admire you, his eyes brightening and he's completely dazzled by you. "i want to make love to you" he whispers softly, his fingers ghosting your cheek like you're the rarest piece of art ever. you didn't even know that your heart was capable of taking that much love and affection.

"do it. i'm all yours." you whisper back, like the world around you doesn't exist anymore and it's just you two and your love. oscar can feel his chest burning from all the mixed feelings and he swears that he could go crazy just by looking at you.

with sweet touches and whispers, he makes love to you during hours, trying to make up for lost time. he doesn't hesitate to remind you how much he loves you and he missed you every time you kiss.

maybe being apart from you wasn't that bad, but oscar doesn't want you to be far from him ever again. in fact, he needs you forever.

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[anantaru]

DAY 17 — VIRGINITY LOSS

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — blade, jing yuan

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, first time, virgin! reader, taking your v card, soft & passionate, pussy drunk hsr men

𖧡 — BLADE

the jammed breathes blade expelled from the top of his lungs evidently showcased the current emotions he had been experiencing— and despite him taking his time with his darling, letting you adjust to his throbbing cock without actually hurting you, knowing it was the right route to take, he applauds his self control for being so strong and resilient.

blade doesn't thrust into you after he slides his inches into you, rather did he take dazzling delight in traversing over your thudding desire— he coughs and it's followed by a muttered curse, whilst your own short, pitchy whines were muffled into his neck as they echoed on his flesh.

still shaking from the intrusion, your hips had a mind of their own and tremble as you jerk up a little, desperately seeking more contact of him, you need him faster, stronger, to water down the slight, lingering burn on your creamy hole, a raging fire wavering on his cock when you begin to constrict and let go, clamp on his length before milking him with your warmness.

"b-blade.." your voice breaks into delicate trembles, "you can move now.."

he nods at you, most handsome and alluring before tightening his arms around your body, idle musing being acted out as blade plants a kiss on your forehead— fuck, everything felt different now, especially since you're completely open to him and he doesn't know how to react, or how you're vulnerable from inside and out and blade practically floats at the feeling of a deep satisfaction matching your own.

"how does that feel?" he was continuously content with you, never once looking back to view his own sentiments, the brightest hues of his vulnerabilities exploding inside the humidity of the room— through soft fingertips and passionate gazes, through a steady breathing rattling over your lips and through those sweet words, sinful noises, all combined into one giant sensation weighing above you.

you pant, scrunching your eyes together before folding your arms around his back, "g-good," you whisper, "you feel.. nice," and he smiles at your words, as if your existance was the key to his soul, silencing the gruesome whisperings of doubts in him.

his cock throbs at your mewls, the length hot and wet when he begins to pick up on pace, eagerly gazing down in between your bodies as you took him in, bathing the swelling vehemence of his frame when you accepted him wholly— before blade, your handsome boyfriend, clenches his fists around the silken sheets at the pressure of just how much he loved and craved you.

𖧡 — JING YUAN

you always knew that you won't ever regret giving yourself to someone such as jing yuan— you'd never look back at it with any form of remorse, not one bit, because you utterly loved him and were certain that he was the one.

a breathless heave follows a murmured swear as jing yuan bucks his hips into you, to get a feeling for the situation and reach some guise of control, even though he could barely contain himself right now— for one, the thought about you being, untouched, and him being your first in basically everything, was holding his heart in a choke hold, a bristling warmth on his chest perfectly slotted against your own.

the general loved you so much, realizing that he will forever be in love with you, and between his body and mind, it was an honor to be chosen by you.

"oh... fuck! my love, you're so tight," he grunts, swallowing down the assemblage of saliva in his mouth before kitty licking across your bottom lip, surrendering to your warm pussy trapping him in between, not wanting this moment to end and go on forevermore.

jing yuan was confined inside the tenderness of how good you felt touching him up, taking his inches and gushing around his shaft— but he wants more, he needs to feel more and begins to rock his hips deeper— your creamy arousal sousing over your wrecked insides before dribbling down his balls with every new drag in and out, his head silently slanting forward to have his lips placed on the crown of your head before you both cry out in a plethora of salacious sobs and hasty whispers.

but he still wanted more, needed everything, everything. everything.

it's incredible and your legs ache at his hips keeping them parted with the stinging nerves on your hole shrieking and twisting from being penetrated for the very first time in your life, fusing with the bliss touching you like pins and needles on your wet sex— jing yuan carries on to move in and out, stretching you flawlessly with his weighty dick dripping his pre on your warmness, throbbing against your walls all the while slamming his body on top of yours, your little pussy doing all the work, stroking his hard length— sharp, frantic jerks battering your cunt as you remained enclosed in each others arms.

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[brewed-pangolin]

Consider lovely charming Soap trying to make an innocent reader swoon for him, all for the reader to unintentionally pull an uno reverse on him. Hes chatting their ear off, talking himself up. All of sudden the reader interrupts him and says that he has the prettiest eyes they've ever seen. Johnny starts to malfunction, he can't talk, his face is going red hot.

Usually he doesn't get so tripped up but it came from such a genuine place, he tongue tied. Instead of him being a cassanova like usual he's just staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes and pining for you.

Blue Eyed Casanova

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

18+ MDNI Sexual Themes

Synopsis: Johnny Casanova pulls you in with his eyes, and you shake up his world with nothing but an unconscious whisper.

--

Look, you can't just throw Johnny's eyes out there and not expect me to go a little crazy. His baby blues fill my soul, okay.

I went back and forth on this for a while. Wanted to do a full fic but went for the drabble instead. Hope you like it.

Also including this with @glitterypirateduck SoapItUp Challenge. Used Prompt 29.

Happy Super Soap Sunday 🧼

You never thought you'd be so enthralled by a man while sitting at a coffee shop.

Hanging on every word, ears perking to the subtle nuances of his thick accent. Going all doey eyed as he reminisced about his younger years back home in Glasgow.

Eyes tracking his hands as accentuated his stories with gentle, undulating movements. Glancing every now and then at his luscious lips that just begged to be kissed.

You had to pull yourself back a few times. The urge to lunge over the table and lock him in an embrace, making your skin tingle and stomach churn with overwhelming eagerness.

But it was his eyes. Those gorgeous, cerulean orbs that sparkled like diamonds in the soft light of the morning sun. A blue that enchanted, pulled you into the maelstrom of his soul, and you were nothing but a wading vessel lost in his turbulent sea.

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"You have such pretty eyes, Johnny," you whispered under your breath. Barely audible.

Johnny froze mid sentence. Hands raised, cupping the bulk of his account between his palms with his mouth agape and eyes twinkling in boyish bewilderment.

"W-what ya say?"

You smiled. Unashamed at being caught by your verbal plunder.

"I said, you've got the prettiest eyes I've ever seen."

Johnny closed the cavern of his gaping mouth with a dramatic gulp. Adam's apple undulating beneath the flesh of his neck as a rosey hue radiated over the circumference of his cheeks.

And those eyes glistened. Exploding waves of color like a supernova within the whites of deep space.

"Uh- me eyes? Ya- ya like me eyes?" He stuttered. That confident Casanova overtaken by childlike astonishment at the most beautiful words he'd ever heard.

"Yeah, Johnny. I do."

"Um, thanks. Got 'em from me mum. She's got th'most hypnotizin' stare I've ever seen. Y'know, the kind that..."

You couldn't help the curl to your mouth as he rambled on once more. The skiddish waiver on his tongue was all the confirmation you needed that your words had had the unconsciously planned impact.

You leaned over, just enough to cup his jaw in your hands to render him silent to your oncoming approachment.

"You talk too much," you purred, just before placing a tender kiss on his welcoming lips.

A subtle moan reverberated deep within his throat, making your eyes flutter closed as it vibrated against your mouth and echoed down the curve of your spine and into the hollow of your core.

The faintest gasp escaped your lips as you felt his tongue beg for entry into your mouth.

Granting him. Tasting him. Savoring the flavor of espresso and last night's whiskey on his breath as the calloused flesh of his palm cupped the supple curve of your jaw.

You wanted more. Needed more. Begged for the world to disappear and let his skilled hands work you over as his mouth greedily devoured your heart and soul.

The last remnant of your sanity made you pull away. A hushed whimper fell from your lips as your eyes cracked open to see the very flushed face of one breathless Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish.

"Steamin Jesus, lass. Was tha' your plan th'whole time? Makin me swoon all over ya, only fer you to get me all wrecked by them pretty words a'yers?"

"Maybe. Did it work?"

He nodded. Eyes swirling, bright blue darkening like an approaching storm.

"Aye. It did."

He leaned in to take your lips once more, yet you halted him. Pressing your fingers to his mouth while you pursed your lips with a knitted brow.

"Not here. Need somewhere more private."

"Why? Cannae I kiss ya out in public?"

A devious smile crept into your lips. Leaning in while simultaneously grabbing at your purse. Bringing your mouth to his ear to mutter the sweetest temptation and force a pleasured shrill down his spine.

"I don't want you to kiss me on my lips up here, Johnny. I want to see how pretty those eyes are gonna look between my thighs."

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[willownwisp]

love like a love song

a love sung, is a love that is lived.

author's note: hi, i'm opening my requests now so feel free to send asks for me! just peek at my nuh-uh list in my pinned for the things i'm okay with and fandoms that i write. also i still suck at titles, and pardon if my format isn't set yet, and my writing style changes. i'm an indecisive air sign also pls befriend me </3 it's so lonely in tumbles w/o friends the fic isn't dialogue heavy as i want to focus on feelings. <3 cw: nsfw mdni pls, SOFT AND FLUFFY, reader is a hopeless romantic and leon is hopelessly in love, fem!reader x di!leon kennedy, p in v.

What once was a sneaky mission to ease your midnight munchies turns into embarrassment when Leon, ever the alert and seasoned agent, catches you leaving his side, and unfortunately thwarting your plans as he follows the sound of your soft footsteps towards the kitchen. Finding you and wrapping his arms around your waist, the height difference making you nuzzle up into his chest and you smile up at him. Sleepy blue eyes, looking at you like you were his life line, and he's never shy to admit that you are. So you look at him like he's the only man in the world, you hope your memory etches every detail of his face because you are so disgustingly in love with each other, sometimes words fall short, and you want to love him with all that your body can show. You never learned how to dance, skipping prom might have been the best idea you've ever struck in your high school mind occupied with thoughts of wanting to be different, coupled with your averseness to boys. Leon doesn't dance, never learned to, the only dance he knows is a tango with death most of his life. Perhaps dancing in the palms of top brass? You pick. Yet the two of you both find yourselves in the kitchen at midnight, you in one of his old shirts, faded with time, Leon in his sweats swaying with you to the beat of nothing but the thrumming in his chest as he cradles you close to him.

It's laughably corny how the moonlight illuminates your eyes, the argentine glow of that lone moon like a spotlight as it peeks through the opened kitchen window. No words are spoken when he sways your body along with his as you are caged in his arms, you face him, and he stops in his tracks. If you were a cartoon character, you'd have hearts for eyes by now. Tired blue eyes looking back at yours, and you swoon, because you know you're his life line, and you're proud to be his. Leon captures your lips in a sweet kiss, you sigh in his mouth before your hands reach up to cup his cheeks, the feeling of his stubble on your skin is one of your favorite sensations, second only to him kissing you. Leon kisses you like tomorrow doesn't exist for him, he savors the taste of your lips that murmur sweet nothings when you think he's asleep, yet only pretending to, just to hear you. You're the only tender thing in his life, so he worships the softness of your skin, the gentle youth you had in you, because that will never be him. Your soft sighs, pleasant moans, are adorable to him, especially when you try to reach him, standing on the tips of your toes because you're cute like that. "Leon? Lovey?" "Hm?" "I love you so much my heart almost always wants to explode." You confess to him, and he swears he could cry, but not now. Leon scoops you up in his arms and lays you down the kitchen table unceremoniously. He covers your body with his and he kisses you all over, while you're wide-eyed and sighing whenever his lips land on your skin, leaving a trail of heat. Calloused hands slowly pulling up his old shirt to expose your bare breasts as he rains kisses down on you. Worship and devotion, Leon kisses the valley between your breasts, thumbs massaging your nipples while his kisses trail south. His fingers hooked on your panties before he gently takes it off of you. His lips follow south, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs down to your calves. He grins at the glistening wetness on your pussy before he presses a chaste kiss on your clit, another one, and another one before lapping at your wetness like you're a goddess feeding him ambrosia. Because Leon is a starved man, but with your appearance in his life, his hankering for love, affection, company is quenched and more. So he loves you with his mouth until you cum on his tongue. Your fluids coating his stubble but he doesn't care. When his cock slips inside you, he doesn't move, not yet. He puts his weight on you, lacing his fingers with yours because he doesn't just have sex with you. He makes love, because you are the embodiment of love for him. You savor his fullness, and he delights in the way you clench around him. Sometimes he wonders if there is another way to be even closer to you, to be one with your very soul. His thrusts are slow, he doesn't focus on roughness. That was for when he's stressed, or when he has gotten home after an op and wants to feel you, to anchor himself in your warmth. You lazily wrap your legs around his waist and sigh, your hands bringing him down as you cup his cheeks to let his forehead rest on yours. Deep blue eyes that hold the deepest depths of his love for you, and you stare into that ocean and dive with him. When you cum, you cum together. Basking in that love with the beating of both your hearts and the syncing of both your breaths. After a moment of silence, Leon smiles and whispers: "I love you so much that my heart wants to explode."

[drewsbuzzcut]

I Wanna Taste The Crush

Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: SMUT and alcohol consumption

Takes Place: July 2024

You walk out on the deck of your yacht, picking up a beer from the ice chest and heading towards your boyfriend. He’s laid out, taking in the sunshine. There are still droplets of water on his body, making your breath catch in your throat. The ridges of his abs gather your attention, making you think about the night before when you licked up his torso while jerking him off. A subtle blush settles in your cheeks at the thought, joined by a yearning pooling in your tiny bikini bottoms.

“Hey, hotshot,” you greet, standing over him.

He raises his eyebrows at your stance. A hand is on your hip and your legs look miles long. Mat loves your legs so much. Don’t even get him started on the way your lips are glossed to perfection.

“Hey, baby,” he hums and sends you a bright smile. His eyes are captivating with the way they practically glow.

He bites down on his bottom lip, ogling your body that’s donned in his favorite black bikini. Slowly you straddle his lap, claiming every single ounce of his attention that wasn’t already on you.

“Want a drink?” You offer him your bottle after taking a sip. Some of the beer trails down your chin, making Mat gulp back his desire.

He hesitates, but only because you let your hand trail up his chest. Your nails lightly scratch at his skin, igniting a spark in his groin. He accepts the drink and brings it to his lips, letting the cold liquid calm his senses.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes out as if he’s been keeping the fact a secret. As if he doesn’t tell you that every second.

You grow flustered under his smoldering gaze, subtly grinding yourself on him as you adjust. He traces a finger down your sternum and chills prick at your skin.

“I love you,” you respond and lean down to connect your lips with his.

His large hands paw at your back, moving up and down to feel every notch in your spine. You nose at his jaw, letting your body melt into his at the familiar sensation of him tracing your tattoo.

“I want you,” he whispers, breath hot in your ear.

“You have me,” you respond and untie your bikini top. You let Mat take over the ties resting on your hips.

“You’re going to give me a taste, pretty girl?”

You simply nod your head in response.

“I want you to sit on my face.”

Your heart stutters in your chest, yummy anticipation filling your body.

“You know I’m all yours,” you sigh out in bliss (you can already feel your orgasm building) and crawl up his upper body to straddle his face.

“Fuck, baby you’re already so wet,” Mat hums against the skin of your thighs. Your scent sends a rumble through his chest.

“That’s because the thought of you eating me out drives me insane.”

A small squeak leaves your lips as he blows cool air on your aching heat. He spreads your folds open, mouth watering at the sight of you dripping for him.

You card your fingers through his hair, guiding his eyes to yours. For a few seconds you exchange silent communication. It’s tender and reassuring.

“Love me,” you moan, body going rigid as his tongue connects with your clit.

The very tip circles your bud, making you buzz. Your thighs dare to clench around his head, but instead you lean back with your hands holding yourself up on his much stronger thighs.

“Oh my god, Maty!” He lets his tongue travel to your fluttering hole, teasing you until you can’t handle anymore.

The hockey player massages your bud until your soft moans fall repeatedly from your mouth. You try to focus on not letting yourself explode so quickly, but the way he caresses you with love and fervor makes you weak.

“You taste so good, baby,” he groans into you, sucking your clit into his mouth. With a jolt your body arches, pushing your pussy further into his face.

“Just like that,” you whimper as your body starts to vibrate with your impending release.

As he sucks on your swollen bud, he inserts two fingers inside of you, working you towards the edge. You can’t help but grind on his face, eager and greedy for his salacious mouth.

“That’s it. Ride my face, baby.” His sweet like honey voice echoes around you. You feel as if you’re surrounded by nothing but him.

“I’m going to cum,” you announce as you sit up and tighten your hands in his tendrils of curls.

His fingers curve into your g-spot, and your legs begin to quiver as he sucks your orgasm out of you.

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh my god,” you shriek, hands tugging at your hair as you resist the passion forcing your body backwards.

Mat stares up at you, eyes glued to the way your breasts sway with your heaving chest, or how your eyes have turned into whirlpools of lust.

“I will never get tired of eating you out,” Mat huffs out, his chin shiny with your orgasm. He softly massages your thighs until you’re able to come down from your high.

You bite back a victorious smile, but you’re too tingly to even successfully hide it.

Without a word, but with a devious smirk, you slink down his body. You pull down his tiny swim trunks and stroke him until he’s rock hard- which doesn’t take more than a few seconds.

“Now I want you,” you whisper in his ear before sinking down on him.

“You’re so tight, pretty girl. You were made just for me,” he groans, hands cupping your ass as you rock your hips into him.

Lacing your hands around his neck, you pull yourself closer and let his tip prod at your g-spot. With every nudge you feel your release reviving, taking over your consciousness and making you bounce on him until you’re crying out in pleasure.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” you whine as his thrusts meet your movements.

Mat takes your nipple in his mouth, kissing and biting until he’s dragging his mouth all over your chest. He rises to his knees and with all his strength, hauls you off his cock and places your legs over his shoulders. His hands find your hips, slamming you down on his length and ramming into you. Your pussy flutters around him at the position change, sensitive to the way he hits much deeper this way.

“Oh my god,” seems to be the only words you can formulate and they come out in a whimpered mantra.

White dots start to blur your vision and your limbs feel uncontrollable. The knot in your stomach starts to tighten, sending waves of heat through your body.

“Cum for me. I can feel your pretty little pussy squeezing me,” Mat grunts in a hot rasp. It sends a chill down your spine.

Your walls collapse around him, spasming against his pulsing length. With whatever strength you have left, you jut your hips up and take him as deep as he can go.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” your boyfriend compliments you as he pulls out and brings your body to his.

Your chest thunders against his as you try to grasp at him, so that he can keep your quaking body still.

“I love you,” you whisper into his collarbone, leaving a soft kiss there.

“I love you.”

Mat lays you back on the deck in front of him, your figure glowing under the sun. You emanate love and passion as it courses through your veins. Your hair is past the point of being messy and your lips are extra swollen from biting them. The sea breeze washes over you, and makes chills dot your skin and makes your nipples tighten.

You spread your legs, letting Mat catch sight of your orgasm dripping out of you. The yacht rocks back and forth on the waves, pushing him towards your glistening core. Or maybe it’s the craving of your taste that has him crawling to you on all fours.

“Do you have one more in you?” One of his fingers traces around your inner thigh.

“Always for you,” you sigh and stretch out your arms above your head.

“Look at me, pretty.”

You almost combust as you watch your boyfriend kiss down your slit. He parts your folds and lets his spit drop onto your clit. He spreads it around your opening, hungrily eating up the way you clench around an annoying emptiness. His tongue swirls around your begging hole, making your legs twitch. In an effort to keep you still, he places your legs over his shoulders while his hands are planted on your ankles.

His moans of satisfaction mix with your cries of ecstasy as he slurps up every bit of your arousal and previous orgasms.

“Uhh I love your tongue,” you breathe out.

“I know you do,” he mutters against you, dropping his eye in wink.

“Holy shit,” you gasp as he thrusts his tongue inside of you, exploring your pussy as if it’s the first time.

“Look at you, you’re already shaking. Cum for me.” His hands gravitate to your boobs, palming them with his large hands as he continues to fuck you with his mouth.

Your hips buck into his face, needing more of him. Your toes curls and your body stiffens as another release ravages your already limp body.

The heat coiling within you bursts into flames. You shiver and writhe around while he laps at the mess between your thighs. You’re too blissed out to feel him snake up your body and bring you into his chest. He circles your bud, smiling in admiration when your head falls back. Your eyes are closed, long eyelashes dusting your cheeks and your mouth is open in a silent moan. His lips kiss on your bitten bottom lip, bringing you out of your haze.

“Are you okay?” Mat’s voice is soft much like his hands as they roam all over you.

“Yes, you were so amazing,” you whisper, your forehead pressed to his neck. You hold onto him tightly as you catch your breath.

“I’m amazing? Baby, you’ve never seen yourself cum around my tongue or my cock. You’re ethereal always, but even more so when your body is completely rendered to me. You get this distinct glow,” he returns the compliment as he noses at your hair.

“I’m so in love with you,” you laugh and kiss him once more.

“No, I’m in love with you. I can’t believe we get to be here together.”

“You’re so sexy when you’re being sappy,” you giggle into his lips.

“You’re perfect,” Mat states, eyes boring into yours and his hand holding your cheek.

“I know,” you grin and relax into his body. The waves carry you both into a peaceful and warm orgasmic glow. Completely wrapped around each other, not sure where one ends or begins.

a/n: Before editing this piece, I didn’t really like it. Now I love this piece and I hope y’all do too!!

[14thgalerie]

i peeled my orange today

• pairing: james potter x reader

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— a short one that i did last night. peeling fruits had always been something that shows the tenderness of humans to me. that one poetry reading about oranges made my heart clench at the thought that came to me of best friend!reader who has always pined for james and the bittersweetness of being too late.

There he was standing by the edge of the lake, his slender silhouette illuminated by the pale blue moonlight. At the crunch of stray leaves, he turns to look at you, his expression containing surprise.

In hushed communion, you stood in silence beside him, opting to fix your gaze on the languid current of the water before you. Capturing a mental photograph of the delicate interplay of the light as it hits the dancing small waves deep into your mind, ingraining the image to a corner that you could visit now and then when you forget the laughter that bounced against the corridors.

For a while, you chose to linger in the sound of the rusting trees surrounding the castle that casts a melody for you. You were in no rush to speak your mind, not when there was a clear understanding that he would stand sentinel for a thousand years should you want to.

17 years of friendship told you that. Threads of shared laughter and silent conversations. Tales that were shared with no urgency.

And so, in the fragile and sacred lull of the moment, you reveled in the comfortable silence. If the years it took to be freed from your heart was to be likened, it would be a while before he could fathom to be in the same space as you.

“James.” You call. Slowly, you turn your head to face him, only to discover that his attention is transfixed on you already.

Finding that gaze studying you; flickering ever so slightly across the features that painted your face— perhaps he already knew the words that were poised to slip out of you. After all, he did know the twists and turns of your soul much more intimately than any other. Those pretty eyes mirrored the waters in front of you with the light hitting the silvers on his waterline.

The 15-year-old kid within you felt enraged to see the swarm of emotions that drowned you in those eyes.

A tempest of desire, and longing, woven with heaps of frustration, and guilt. It was something that held you captive and consumed you for longer than you dare admit, threatening to swallow you whole. As you stand before him, your brain struggles to recall how exactly you escaped it.

Reaching out the hand closest to him to grab his warm hands, missing the way it enveloped your shivering ones. You couldn’t help the fluster of memories that came rushing back and the instinctive way your tear ducts activated.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs, a tremor infused in the last syllable.

“For what?” You ask, brushing aside tears with a subtle flutter of your lashes. Thumbs caressing the skin on the back of his hand, moving with a patterned path. You didn’t notice it but he did and that realisation added to the weight to the lump that blocked his airways.

“I just stand here and yet I still manage to upset you.” He says, a hesitant exhale lingering between the words.

“What made you think that?” You press.

“If the past year wasn’t enough proof of that, then I don’t think I even know you as well as I would like.”

The words hung in the air like a storm cloud threatening to explode. His lungs relax as he realises how he held his breath when you moved your eyes away. 

The combination of his emotions, adding the ones he still couldn’t pinpoint, left him staggering in his stance. If it weren’t for the way his knees locked from his many years of quidditch, he would be beside you on his knees. 

Every second that passed felt like a sharp blade. The pain was hollow yet deep, striking the centre of his heart and reaching throughout every nerve in his body. And it was only a deep, and unending sense of devastation left in him.

He knew what was coming, a somber revelation that loomed over his head for several weeks already. Yet, he resisted the need to acknowledge it, not when your own countenance showed no obvious indication of it. Thus he indulged himself in this false pretense, allowing himself that at least. Alas, the days kept getting shorter, and the hours were swift in their passage and he was left gripped by a sinking fear as you kept getting further and further away from him even though your physical body remained next to him.

As you always did from the ungraceful encounter on the path to the Hogwarts Express when he was 11, your faces meeting the stone cold ground with a huff.

He couldn’t accept that this would be the culmination of a slow, painful unravelling and elimination of all he knew that defined his every day.

His soul was incredibly and seamlessly intertwined with yours, so intimately bound that he trembled at the thought of the scissors you wield, deadly afraid that they would sever it when he least expected it, leaving behind a scorching mark upon his very essence.

“I peeled my orange today.”

In the hushed atmosphere, your words hung in the air, an admission that crushed you to admit out loud. But from the anguished expression of the man opposite you, you could easily surmise that his emotions far surpassed yours and were nowhere near the ones that hit him at such a mundane divulgence. 

The lake’s tranquil waves lapped against the shore in a rhythmic pattern. The serene waters played a soothing contrast to the tempestuous tide swirling in the recesses of his mind.  He didn’t say anything for a while, the silence between you was heavy with unspoken shared vulnerability. 

However, for you, surprising as it was, it was nothing but a statement now. The words transcended meaning except for a mere reflection of a newfound learning. Something you were proud of enough that you shared the thought with him.

At last, he spoke, his voice filled with subtle remorse that is obscured by a quirk of tenderness that he kept reserved for you. “You did? You didn’t spill the juice all over your hands?” 

James was surprised at himself for the unexpected eloquence that flowed from within him, a symphony of words that were likened to a normal conversation between the two of you. Astonished at the way his voice remained unnervingly steady and held no tremors. It seemed as if the invincible, vice-like grip that threatened to crush his vocal chords vanished.

You cast your gaze upon him again, your eyes directly looking at his own. In that silent exchange, his vulnerability was laid bare, accompanied by a sense of helplessness in them.

Because unlike you, that sentence meant a lot more to him. Because for him, it meant that he could no longer tell you how much he loved you when he couldn’t peel oranges for you anymore.

Your impatient self wouldn’t be hovering next to him as his hands tenderly tore apart the tough skin of the citrus until the soft flesh of the fruit was revealed. The scent of sweet citrus filling the air and the twinkle in your eyes at the pleasing aroma as he splits it apart. The calloused flesh on his fingers that were a stark contrast to the way the figures were so gentle in separating each slice.

It meant that he could no longer ignore the pout that formed when you noticed how he gave you the better half.

James’ heart ached and throbbed in the worst ways possible at that bitter realisation.

“I love you.” 

So despite knowing it was too late, he summoned the courage to tell you in the way you’ve always yearned for in the sidelines. 

In reply, you whispered “I love you too.” accompanied by a genuine smile that felt natural.

He just didn’t expect your hurt to feel like this. 

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[teddybeartoji]

thinking a lot of thoughts about bf!gojo :(

he will be the sweetest bf ever.. it's a bit concerning with how attached he is to you, bordering on codependency but he just cant help it he loves you too much :(( everytime youre both together on something like lunch with friends or hanging out the sight of you two is enough to give anyone who spares a glance cavities.. his eyes are so in love and hes always got that dopey smile on his face, his touch is always gentle and caring despite him being a teasing asshole sometimes 😭

and behind closed doors ... dear god this man is INSATIABLE.. always has to have a hand around you and touching you !!!! and his sex drive.. erm.. yeah.. idk i see him as the type to want to do it everyday because he just loves you too much and he doesnt know what to do with himself and all this love he has !!!! theres something sweet about him just always wanting you and wanting to make you feel good eufnhffhehrjfnf

the stark difference between you two being such a sweet couple in public but also .. having seen each other INSIDE OUT quite literally is so hot and cute.. :( that level of intimacy .. :((( BF!GOJO WE NEED YOU !!!!!! ok this has gotten too long im sorry HAVE A GOOD DAY THANK YOU

HIIII MY SWEETHEART I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!! BUT I'M HERE I'M HERE I'M HERE!!!!! I'M HERE AND I'M FEELING TERRIBLY SOFT FOR HIM AND I NEED TO HAVE HIM IN MY ARMS RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!!!!!! i agree with everything you've said nonnie!!!! and i am covering you in kisses as thanks!!!! mwah mwah mwah!!!! wait also!!!!!!!!!!!! more exclamation marks!!!!!! please please please don't apologize for rambling!!!!!!!!!! i will always hear you out!!!!! i want more actually!!!!!!!!!!!! please!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok everybody get comfortable bc i have some of bf!gojo headcanons for you!!!!

his pupils are literal hearts whenever he's with and whenever he's Thinking about you!!!! (i'm saying that his pupils are always like that)(he is simply unable to get you off his head)(he's not even trying)(he's so fucking in love with you).

he's constantly resting his head on your head or on your shoulder. this just came to me. he wraps his hands around your middle and he always gives you a squeeze!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and a kiss on your neck. and he probably (read: definitely) smells you. and then hums into your skin. omfg i need to hug him so badly. i am losing my mind here nonnie...

okay and i just talked abt him taking naps with you too, right? and i just can't stop thinking about him always taking pics of you whenever you fall asleep on top of him:(((((((((((((( drooling or not, he's taking the pic!!!!!! AND i truly believe that he has begged (literally begged down on his hands and knees) shoko and suguru, so that they'll take pics of the two of you together aswell!!! satoru has a folder with like a THOUSAND pics of you both just napping together:((( he goes through it whenever he's really missing you:(((((((

ok and he loves taking showers and baths with you. loves, loves, loves. he just wants to sit under or in the water with you, just feeling your skin against him. feeling your heartbeat against him. he likes the intimacy of it all. it's so tender and so soft and so loving and he just wants to do everything with you. he's gonna take a fucking piss with you if you'd only let him.

he loves your smile sm. this is such a basic little concept but he does. nothing else in this sick world brings him as much joy as your smile and laughter. and oh my fucking god his heart feels like it's going to explode whenever he makes you laugh (which is all the time let's be honest he's very fucking funny and he is not afraid of making himself look like a fool just for you<3). he loves it when you laugh at cat videos, he loves it when you laugh at whatever the fuck is playing on the tv and he loves it when you laugh at a joke one of his friends make!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he goes a little insane whenever he sees you having fun with his friends:((((((((((((((((((((( it just means the world to him:(((( and you and the younger ones too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omfg when he sees you coddling gumi and yuuji and nobara:((((((((((((((((( stop, he literally feels like he's going to cry every time i am also crying i can't do this anymore

btw he always swings your hands whenever his fingers are interwiened with yours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ahhhh!!!!!!! and he has that big dopey smile on his lips again and his dimples are showing and he's laughing so loudly that everybody is turning to look at you both on the street but you couldn't care any less!!!!!!! how could you when your boyfriend is making your heart grow twice the size it was before and you just feel so giddy and so full of love and you want to kiss him stupid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he loves spending his morning with you. i actually think of him as more of a morning person actually idk how popular that concept is but yeah. don't get me wrong - he refuses to let you up from the bed for at least an hour after you wake up but he does have a lot of energy. he wants to kiss and he wants to hug and he wants to tickle and he wants you to play with his hair and he wants and he wants and he wants and you will give and give and give!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's a little lovesick puppy and he needs your attention like he needs air!!!!!

and then he wants you to brush his teeth for him. yes. you read that right. he sits you down onto the bathroom counter and bares his teeth at you like the puppy that he is and HE'S SO FUCKING CUTEEEEEE FUCKKKK CUTENESS AGGRESSION IS SO REAL I NEED TO JUST SQUEEZE HIM A LITTLE AAAAAAAAAAA I NEED TO PINCH HIS CHEEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!! he still looks sleepy and his smile is so fucking big and his hands are resting on your hips, his thumbs are drawing hearts into your skin. and he most definitely kisses you before he actually rinses his mouth.............. and then laughs when the toothpaste gets all over you. it's a mess and he's laughing and you're in love.

he loves it when you baby him. he does ask for it as a joke but when you genuinely do it he gets a little flustered. the tips of his ears always turn into a shade of dark pink and he's looking at you like puss in boots. you know what i'm talking abt. big eyes, fluttering eyelashes - he loves you so fucking much. he loves it when you tuck him in bed, he loves it when you kiss his nose, he loves it when you pinch his cheeks i am biased i just said i want to do that don't look at me, he loves it when you tickle him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAIT STOP HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU TICKLE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! HE WANTS YOU TO STRADDLE HIM AND TICKLE THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF HIM HE WANTS TO LAUGH WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i died

he also loves it when you cling to him. in any way. hands around his neck, around his body, around his arms - it does not matter. he wants you to quite literally climb him like a tree. he loves it when you snuggle into him and when you refuse to let him go. and when you hold his hand and try to stop him from leaving. he's not going to go. it doesn't take a lot for him to give into you. he's folding immediately. he doesn't want to go either. he loves it when you're needy. he loves it when you whine. he loves it when you tease him. he might pop a boner. at everything you do. he just loves you sooooooooooo muchh!!

18+ HE IS INSATIABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE IS THEE LOVERBOY!!!!!! i think he does like to get a taste of you every single day, no matter whether it's actually having sex or it's eating you out or it's just making out or it's entertaining you with his beautiful slender fingers or it's dry humping etcetcetc. he wants to touch you, he wants to feel you - it's a must!!

i already said it but he loves intimacy!!!! like yeah ofc he likes his freaky sex as much as the next guy (he most definitely likes it more than the next guy) but he loooooves when he can just be in the moment with you!! he's always savouring you - holding your hand when his burying his dick deep inside you, he's snaking his arm around your body as he grinds into you from behind. he's licking and nipping at your skin because he just can't get enough of you. he's sucking on your tongue, he's pressing your hips down against his, he's kissing every fucking inch of your body. i truly think he wants to eat you and he wants to devour you and he wants to merge the two of you together forever<33

okay i have officially melted away... i am a puddle of love Goo... ily nonnie

[afroditisworld]

Silver Spring

Remus Lupin x Black!Reader

Warnings: just angst not a happy ending. character death. my grammar

word count: 5k

A/N: i write this fic while listening to Silver Spring so i recommend listening to it while you are reading it.

five times Remus rejected you and once you did.

You, Sirus, Remus, Peter, and James were always together in your years at Hogwarts. As the twin sister of Sirius Black and as a Gryffindor, you were a disappointment to your family too. You were a part of the Marauders and close with everyone, but Peter was your best friend. At first, he envied you because he was jealous of your brother. However, he learned to trust you over time, and a beautiful friendship started. He knew everything about you, even your huge crush on Remus Lupin. How could you not like him? He was the sweetest and most loveable wizard you had ever met, but he didn't know that. You were always flirting with him, trying to make your feelings obvious. But he couldn't understand how you could like him, so he always brushed off your flirting. Except for one night in your 7th year, Gryffindor had just won an important game against the Slytherins, and at the party, you and Remus had a little too much to drink. In a moment of weakness, Remus confessed that he had feelings for you too. You were dizzy, but you could still remember how his words made you feel. You were sitting in the common room alone after the party when Remus approached you.

"You know that I like you too, right?" Remus whispered in your ear, placing a sweet kiss on your neck. You chuckled and hid your face in your hands.

"It's true, luv, but you don't deserve me," he said, placing his hand on your lap. You immediately looked at him and shook your head, touching his face and making him look at you.

"You have no idea what you deserve, Remus Lupin," you murmured as you leaned in closer, your lips hovering just above his.

"You deserve so much more," he whispered teasingly, brushing his lips against yours before pulling back.

“Kiss me, please, Remus,” you breathed out, and a small smile appeared on his lips. You felt your heart flutter, and he couldn't resist any longer.

He pulled you closer by the back of your neck, and before you could even think twice, his lips were crushed against yours. At first, his kiss was rough and desperate, but as the moment lingered, it softened into something tender and sweet. Your mind went blank as you kissed him back eagerly, completely losing yourself in the moment. All the tension and pent-up desire between you two exploded in that kiss, leaving both of you panting for air when you finally pulled away. Remus smirked at you and was ready to kiss you again when your brother called his name and stood up to head to Sirius.

That's how it started. At every party, you and Remus would make out. You started hanging out more, so you thought you and Remus could finally be something more than friends.

But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, you began to notice a change in Remus’s behaviour. He started to distance himself, always finding excuses to avoid being alone with you. Your heart ached at the thought of losing him after finally admitting your feelings and sharing those intense moments. So at his birthday party, you decided it was finally time to talk this out.

Remus was smoking alone on the window when you approached him, nerves fluttering in your chest but determined to get answers.

"What, Black, you don't enjoy the party?" He asked you, blowing the smoke outside the window with a small smirk.

"No, I just wanted to spend some time with you and talk," you answered, looking up at him as you got closer to him. He bit his lips and let out a small groan. He knew that was coming; he knew that you liked him, and Remus knew that he wanted you as well, but he still couldn't let himself give in to his feelings.

"Remus, what's going on?" You asked, your voice laced with concern. He avoided your gaze, shifting his cigarette.

"I… I can't do this, Y/N," he finally whispered, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm too dangerous for you. I can't risk being with you like this." He tried to look away from you; he was ashamed of himself. How was it possible to be such a coward? And as his words left his mouth, you chuckled.

"You don't mean that," you said, stepping closer to him. As a Black, you were known for never settling for anything less than what you wanted. You were not one to back down easily.

"Stop it, Y/N; you don't deserve it, and you know that," Remus stated, finally looking at you as he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray.

"No, Lupin, we could make it work; you know that," you said, but Remus turned around, leaving you all alone with your thoughts. You couldn't help but wonder if his fear was too great to overcome his wants.

After that, you did not make an effort again. You had some pride; you were upset, and you didn't want to ruin your friendship, so you chose to act as if nothing had happened. As if Remus never expressed his affection for you, never kissed you, and, above all, you tried to convince yourself that Remus Lupin had never broken your heart.

You and Remus never talked about your feelings again. But you never stopped hoping that something could change. You couldn't bury your feelings completely, no matter how hard you tried to ignore them. So the next time Remus chose to hide his feelings and reject you again was on October 31, 1981.

You were both on a mission for the Order of the Phoenix. The mission was dangerous; you both knew that. You were fighting side by side, so when you saw Remus in danger, you ran to help him, risking your own life. You didn't mind; it was the right thing to do, you told yourself, but Remus didn't seem to think so.

When you arrived at his house, he was furious. At first, he didn't talk to you and avoided eye contact. It was clear that he was struggling with his emotions. So when you tried to speak to him, he shouted at you.

"You are not going to do that again." He was flustered when he finally looked at you. You pouted when you heard his words; you didn't expect this reaction. You were always putting yourselves in danger, so you didn't see what the problem was now.

"We were on a mission, Remus. What did you want me to do? Just stand there and watch you die." You asked him and rolled your eyes. He was being unreasonable.

"Stop putting yourself at so much risk." He groaned, putting his hand on his hair. You started to get mad at his constant lecturing.

"I can take care of myself, Remus," you snapped, feeling frustrated with his overprotective nature. "I'm not going to stop just because you're worried."

"You should," he stated, and he left the room. You followed him into the kitchen; you wouldn't let him make you feel like you couldn't handle yourself. You wanted to have the last word in this argument.

"Can you just thank me and don't give a lecture? I just saved you for Merlin's sake." You cried out.

"You didn't have to, Y/N. Don't do that again," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Are you hearing what you're saying? You're asking me to let you die," you said, looking at him confused. He sighed, realising the gravity of the situation.

"Yeah- no, I mean, just don't do that again." He insisted.

"No, Remus, I would put myself at risk again and again if it meant saving you," you whispered. Remus looked at you with a mixture of gratitude and concern, realising just how much you cared for him. But still, he couldn't understand what he had done to deserve that.

"Stop it, Y/N." He demanded as you shook your head, refusing to back down.

"And you know why?" You continued.

"Y/N." Remus said your name again, trying to make you stop.

"Because I have feelings for you, and I can't pretend like I don't anymore; I can’t bury them, Remus, and I know you can't either." You finally let out.

"Stop," Remus said again, this time louder.

"What, Remus? Is it so difficult to believe that you are loveable and that people actually care for you more than you think?" You asked him. You knew that you were being bolder than you should be, but you couldn't take it anymore.

"Yes, it fucking is," he let out with a cracking voice and a pained expression.

"Then open your bloody eyes, Lupin, because when you're gonna realise it, it'll be late, and you'll regret not accepting the love that's right in front of you," you whispered, feeling the weight of your words. "And you'll lose everyone, not only me," you said again. You knew that you were being mean, but someone should have made him listen and woke him up. "Stop pushing me away," you added softly, hoping he would finally understand. "I can't keep waiting for you forever."

But Remus again didn't say anything; he chose to push you away once more, his eyes filled with sadness and regret. You knew deep down that he was struggling with his own demons, but it didn't make the rejection hurt any less. He shook his head again and left the room, leaving you alone one more time.

The next morning didn't find either of you well. Mary had called you too. "Something horrible happened.” She said. You felt like your heart had dropped to the pit of your stomach, fearing the worst as you listened to Mary's words. Her words left you feeling lost. You felt dizzy with worry as you tried to make sense of the situation. The uncertainty of what Mary had to say weighed heavily on your mind, leaving you anxious and unsettled.

Your brother was a traitor—or that's what people said—your best friend Peter was dead, killed by your brother—or that's what people said—and James and Lily were killed by Voldemort because of your brother—or that's what people said.

Everything was suddenly too much. You didn't know what to do; you couldn't move; you could hardly breathe, and when you closed the phone, you fell to the floor. You hugged your knees tightly, feeling the weight of the world crashing down on you. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to process the overwhelming emotions flooding through you. You screamed till your voice was hoarse, the pain and confusion consuming you completely. It felt like the ground beneath you was crumbling, leaving you stranded in a world that no longer made sense. And you cried till there were no tears left.

The next time you saw Remus, it was at James and Lily's funeral, and he wasn't looking any better. His eyes were red-rimmed and hollow, his usual calm demeanour replaced by a haunted expression. You both stood there in silence, united in grief, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again. He didn't come closer to you; he didn't speak to you; he didn't even look at you, but you could still see his tired eyes with black circles underneath. No one actually talked to you. It was very obvious that you weren't welcome there. You were a Black after all, and they thought your brother had betrayed them. As you watched the crowd disperse, you felt a heavy weight of loneliness settle in your chest. The whispers and glances only confirmed what you already knew—you were truly alone in your grief. Mary wasn't there either to offer you any comfort or support; she had obliviated herself.

Even when you tried to approach him, he simply turned away without saying a word. You looked too much alike to Sirius, and he couldn't look at you without thinking of him and his betrayal.

So weeks passed, and you found yourself isolated, grappling with your sorrow in silence. The absence of understanding and empathy from those around you only deepened your sense of loss. But you couldn't bear it; you felt like you were losing your mind, being so alone. Everyone was happy, celebrating the end of the war, but you knew that only Remus could understand your pain. You decided to reach out to him, so you went to his house and knocked on his door, hoping he would be there to offer you the comfort and support you desperately needed. But no response came.

"Please, Remus, I know you are in here." You begged with your voice cracking and your eyes watering. The silence that followed only made the ache in your heart grow stronger.

"Please open the door for me; I can't do this by myself, Remus. I just need you." you whimpered. As you stood there, waiting for a sign of life from inside the house, you couldn't help but wonder if Remus had truly abandoned you in your time of need.

You touched the door and got closer, trying to hear any movement on the other side, but all you could hear was the sound of your own heavy breathing. The fear of being alone in this moment was overwhelming, as tears started running down your face.

"I lost my brother, my best friend, and my friends too, you know," you said desperately, hoping that Remus would hear you and open the door. You leaned your forehead against the door, feeling defeated and abandoned. You couldn't beg any more; everything seemed useless. You knew he wouldn't respond to you. So before you go, you whispered once last time.

"You are a coward, Remus Lupin because I know I could have loved you, but you wouldn't let me." After that, you didn't bother him again, and that was the last time Remus heard from you for 14 years.

The next time you saw Remus, it was at one of the meetings of the Order. He had changed; he wasn't the sweet boy you had fallen in love with. His eyes were tired, and there was a hardness to his features that hadn't been there before. It was clear that he hadn't spent the best 14 years of his life.

Every person who didn't help you when you needed them was there. It was too awkward for you. You haven't seen any of them for the past few years. They had pushed you away just because of your last name.

So when Sirius asked you to come to the meetings, at first you refused. He understood why. You had told him how your feelings were ignored even by his best friend; you told him how you were left alone to deal with your own grief. But he begged you.

"Please, Y/N, I can't do this alone in this house." You couldn't say no to your brother. Sirius had forgiven them all, so you decided to do the same. It was already difficult to be a runway from Azkaban, but being isolated at the noble and most ancient house of Black was even worse, and you didn't want to leave him alone.

When you saw Remus again, you froze. Your eyes locked with his, and you felt like you were being pulled back into the past. The pain of losing him was still fresh in your heart, but you knew you had to face him eventually.

He didn't know how to react; he was the one who made you go through hell. He was the one who had left you when you needed him the most because he let his insecurities and fears get the best of him. He could still remember the last thing you said to him before walking away. It was like the sound of your voice haunted him. He knew that it was his fault that he didn't let you love him, so he didn't dare reach out to you, afraid of facing the consequences of his actions.

But you approached him, being the brave Gryffindor you always used to be. You couldn't just pretend that you didn't care anymore, even though he had hurt you deeply. So when you saw him getting outside to light a cigarette, you took the chance and followed him to the balcony.

"Remus," you called his name. It sounded so familiar and so strange at the same time, and Remus could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat. He turned slowly to face you. You tried to smile at him, but it came out more as a sad grin. He didn't dare call your name; he was scared that it would sound unfamiliar.

"How have you been?" You asked him when you saw he didn't make a move to speak. Remus hesitated at first. He opened his mouth, but he closed it again. It didn't feel fair to pretend like everything was normal when it clearly wasn't.

"I'm sorry," he said finally, ignoring your question.

"Don't be Remus; it's okay now," you commented, even though you didn't feel like it.

"What I did wasn't right; um, you had lost your friends too; fuck sake your brother even," he said, putting his hand on the back of his neck as he tried to find the right words. "I was too selfish. I am sorry; I really am." Remus continued.

"Well, you were," you said with a soft smile, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "But you can change that, Remus," you added, getting closer to him. You were still hoping that something would change; you were still waiting for the happy ending you deserved after all this pain. Maybe you were just a fool, but you couldn't help it.

But he immediately shook his head. "No, Y/N, come on, you're supposed to be mad at me because I left you all alone. I don't deserve forgiveness," Remus said, looking down in shame. You reached out and gently lifted his chin, meeting his eyes.

"Remus I can't; I can't be mad at you. I was before I came here, and I blame you for almost everything. And I know it sounds stupid, but when I saw you again, all this anger left my body." You said as you felt your eyes watering. "You know that the last time that we actually spoke, we were fighting?" you asked him. Remus nodded, his eyes filled with regret.

"Well, I don't want the last memory of the boy man that I loved love being a fight Remus," you continued.

Remus felt his heart breaking. You were never afraid to show your emotions and speak your mind, and he was so jealous of that.

"I'm not the man you deserve, though, Y/N," he said. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions and trying your best not to feel stupid again.

"It's always ended up like this with you," you whispered, feeling the disappointment settle in your chest.

"I'm so-" Remus tried to say, but you cut him off, shaking your head.

"Don't apologise for something you don't want to change, Remus." You commented, staring straight into his eyes.

"But," he tried again.

"It's okay; I guess still I am a fool, right? " You asked him, and you left him alone. As you walked away, you couldn't help but wonder if things would ever be different between the two of you. The weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air as you made your way inside. Only time would tell, as you carried on with a heavy heart and a glimmer of hope that someday, somehow, things would be different. But still, you didn't feel like hoping anymore.

As the days passed, you tried to ignore Remus, but it was really difficult as he was in every meeting of the Order. You didn't talk to him after your talk on the balcony, but Remus was dying to speak to you. He knew he didn't have any rights because he was the one who rejected you again and again. However, he found his opportunity when you met Harry for the first time again.

You were alone in the kitchen; Harry had just left, and you were trying to calm yourself.

"He looks exactly like James, doesn't he?" Remus murmured behind you. You slowly turned to look at him, and you nodded.

"I feel like I'm watching him again." You answered him.

"But with Lily's eyes," he continued.

"Exactly, but I felt like if I was going to look at him for a little longer, I would have started crying." You said trying to look away as Remus got closer to you. His hand wiped a tear from your cheek that started running.

"You broke my heart, Remus," you said, getting away from his touch and leaving the room.

Remus was once again left alone, but not for long. Sirius entered the room, shaking his head at his friend's actions. "You really messed up this time," Sirius muttered, crossing his arms and staring at Remus with disappointment. Remus sighed.

"And you are an idiot." Your brother continued.

"Oi," Remus said, looking up at Sirius with a mix of guilt and frustration, slightly offended.

"You love her so much that you are afraid that you are going to hurt her, but you are too blind to see that you're already hurting her because of that fear," Sirius said to his friend. "I can't watch her run behind you for all her life, Moony; please change that." He continued, and without hearing Remus's answer, he left him once again alone.

After the day you met Harry again, you stopped going to the meetings of the Order; it was too much for you. Watching Remus again and again and trying to pretend he didn't break your heart was becoming unbearable. You were still a member, and you still learned the news for Sirius, but you couldn't bring yourself to face Remus after everything that had happened. And he knew that you had stopped showing your face in meetings just because of him.

So the next time you saw him, it was on a mission. On the mission, you lost Sirius. On the mission, you saw your cousin killing your brother in front of your eyes. Everything went quiet for a second. You couldn't hear Harry's scream or Bellatrix's song. You didn't even hear Remus calling your name as you fell to your knees in shock. The world seemed to spin around you, and all you could see was the image of Sirius falling through the veil. Remus's voice finally broke through the fog in your mind.

"Y/N" Remus called again. You just shook your head. You couldn't believe it. You had lost your brother again, but this time forever.

When you were at your worst, Remus was there for you. You felt grateful for his presence and support for the first time in a long time. You knew you weren't alone in your grief. He came and lived with you until you could finally begin to heal from the loss of Sirius. When you would have a nightmare, he was next to you, making you tea and trying to comfort you. Remus truly became your rock during this difficult time. But this treatment didn't last for long. He started watching, that you became attached to him, and he knew it wasn't healthy for either of you. You didn't deserve him, he reminded himself again and again. Even though he wanted to feel your lips touch his, he couldn't allow himself to act on those feelings. So when he noticed you weren't grieving any more, Remus started distancing himself from you, and you understood that, so you decided to make it easier for him. You didn't like feeling like a burden on him, so you slowly began to create some distance as well.

"I want you to leave." You finally dared to tell him. Remus was taken aback by your words, but he knew deep down that it was his fault. He had brought it upon himself by pushing you away in the first place and rejecting you again and again.

"What?" He asked confusedly, not expecting such a direct request from you. You took a deep breath and repeated.

"You are distracting yourself from me again, Remus, so I'm making it easier for you, and I'm asking you to leave."

"Y/N," he called your name; it almost sounded like a plea for you to reconsider.

"Look. I can't, Remus. I'm tired. I'm tired of feeling like a fool waiting for you to let me love you," you said, trying not to let the frustration and hurt seep into your voice. "So, or you're gonna stay and we'll figure it out, or you're gonna leave and we'll go our separate ways. It's up to you now," you finished, steeling yourself for his response. Remus looked down, his expression unreadable, before finally nodding and turning to leave without another word to start packing his stuff.

When he finally left, you didn't cry that night; you physically couldn't; there weren't any tears left. You were used to this feeling of being left alone. You just felt numb, like a hollow shell, devoid of any emotion or warmth. The silence in the room was deafening, only broken by the sound of your own shallow breaths. You lay there in the darkness, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was okay, you told yourself. You would get through this, just like you always did.

Remus didn't know how to feel. He told himself that he had made a promise with your brother to make you stop running behind him, and he believed that he was doing the right thing. But, oh, Sirius didn't mean that, and deep down, he knew that.

It had been one year since you heard from Remus and every other member of the Order. You had stopped using magic, well, except from your house. You decided to distance yourself from the wizarding world completely, focusing on your Muggle life instead. It wasn't easy at first, but you managed. You found a Muggle work as a barista at a local coffee shop. You were content with your new routine.

You left behind a world that gave you so much pain, but the memories of your past still lingered in the back of your mind. So you were trying to forget and let everything go. But when Remus appeared suddenly at your door, you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions and memories flood back. Despite your efforts to move on, the wizarding world seemed determined to pull you back in.

"Remus," you called his name in shock. He looked up at you, and he could barely look into your eyes.

"What, um, what are you doing here?" You asked, surprised by his unexpected appearance. You felt your heart beat faster as you struggled to be relaxed.

Remus hesitated before responding. "I'm getting married," he finally said. Your eyes widened in surprise as you processed his words, leaving you speechless.

You shook your head trying to process the news and at the same time denied it.

"I want you there, Y/N." He said, and an awkward chuckle left your mouth.

"Me? At your wedding?" You stammered, still shaking your head.

Remus didn't answer you; he just stood there, still trying to avoid your gaze.

"No, Remus," you stated. "I can't do that," you said firmly, trying to hide the hurt in your voice. Remus looked down.

"Please, Y/N, you-" he started saying.

"Remus, you broke my heart again and again because you wouldn't let me love you, and you are coming here asking me to come to your wedding. What, was she prettier?" You asked, taking a breath before continuing, "Actually, I don't want to know."

"But, you know what, Remus, I'll begin not to love you, and I'll tell myself that I deserve someone who will choose me every single day without hesitation, but you, Remus, time will cast a spell on you, and you won't forget me. Because you'll never get away from the sound of a woman that loved you." You stood there, strong and hurt, biting your lips, trying to hold back tears.

You didn't say anything else, and he just stood there in silence, unable to meet your gaze. The weight of your words hung heavy in the air between you, a painful reminder of what could have been, as you closed the door behind you, leaving him to ponder the truth of your words in solitude. The echo of your declaration remained in his mind, a haunting melody that he couldn't shake off.

bonus.

A year had passed since Remus's unexpected visit. At that time, you had moved on from your old wizard life. You bought a new house, trying to leave behind any reminders of your past. You had let go of the dreams and hopes you once held for Remus and accepted that some things were not meant to be.

But on one sunny day in May, as you were looking outside the window, something caught your attention. There seemed to be an unusually high number of people dressed in strange cloaks around the city. And you immediately knew that something had happened. You started getting worried that maybe something had happened to your old friends, so you decided to buy The Daily Prophet.

When your owl arrived, the front page of The Daily Prophet had a large headline that read, You-Know-Who has been defeated. Your heart leapt with joy as you realised that the wizarding world wasn't so dark after all.

But as you continued reading, your eyes fell upon the names of those who had lost their lives in the battle, and a wave of sadness washed over you. And when you saw Remus's name between them, your heart sank. You couldn't believe it. Remus, the man who had loved you with all your heart, was gone. And despite everything, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss. All the pain and anger you had towards him suddenly disappeared, replaced by a deep sadness for what could have been. You remembered all the moments you had shared with him, both good and bad, and before you could even realise it, a small cry left your mouth. And now, all those memories felt bittersweet as tears streamed down your face.

Because even though he was the man you used to love once, your last memory of him was a fight.

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Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me

[geotjwrs]

can you do a Sabrina Carpenter x Male Reader where he (R) ask her to marry him at one of her concerts

short 'n sweet

Pairings ; Sabrina Carpenter x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

The crowd buzzed with excitement as Sabrina stepped back onto the stage, her silhouette glowing against the bright lights. The energy in the arena was palpable, a sea of excited fans eagerly awaiting the next song. Sabrina’s smile was warm as she waved at her audience, feeding off their enthusiasm, but tonight was special for more than just her fans. She had a surprise planned for one person in particular—someone who had no idea what was coming.

Y/N stood in the front row, his heart pounding. He had always loved watching Sabrina perform, the way she could light up a stage with her voice and her presence. But tonight felt different. Sabrina had invited him to this concert personally, and while he thought it was just a sweet gesture, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more. He was about to find out just how right he was.

Sabrina grabbed the microphone, her smile turning playful as the band quieted behind her. The crowd settled, sensing something unexpected was about to happen.

“So, I’ve got a little surprise for you all tonight,” Sabrina began, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. The crowd murmured in curiosity, leaning in to catch her next words.

She glanced over at Y/N, her eyes twinkling as if she were holding back a secret. He felt his breath catch in his throat, the noise of the crowd fading as her gaze lingered on him for just a second longer than usual.

“There’s someone really important to me here tonight,” she said, walking to the edge of the stage. Her voice softened, and the atmosphere shifted as if the arena itself was leaning in to listen.

The lights followed her as she stepped down, her hand outstretched toward the front row. The crowd erupted in cheers, but Y/N’s heart nearly stopped when he realized she was heading straight for him. Sabrina smiled, locking eyes with him as she reached out her hand.

“Y/N, would you come up here with me?” she asked, her voice sweet but with a hint of excitement.

The crowd’s cheers grew louder as Y/N, feeling his palms grow sweaty, took her hand. This was unexpected. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked into Sabrina’s eyes, trying to figure out what was going on. She just smiled warmly, her touch steadying him as she pulled him toward the stage.

Security parted the way, and before he knew it, Y/N was being ushered up to the platform. The bright lights were almost blinding, but all he could focus on was Sabrina, her presence calming the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him.

Sabrina led him to a small stool placed center stage, turning to the crowd with a grin that made the entire arena feel like an intimate gathering. “Alright, guys, this one’s for someone very special.”

The crowd exploded into cheers and applause, but Y/N barely heard it. His entire world had shrunk down to Sabrina standing in front of him, her smile glowing under the spotlight. He sat down, still holding her hand, feeling the rush of adrenaline mixed with confusion and excitement.

Sabrina gave him a soft smile, her eyes locked with his for a moment before she turned back to the microphone.

“Y/N,” she began, “you’ve been such a huge part of my life, and tonight, I wanted to do something just for you. So, I’m going to sing you a little song.”

Y/N’s breath caught in his throat. He had been to so many of her concerts, watched her perform countless times, but this was different. This wasn’t Sabrina Carpenter, the pop star. This was Sabrina, the person he loved, sharing something personal and intimate with him in front of thousands of people.

The guitar strummed softly behind her, the melody slow and sweet. The lights dimmed, leaving the stage bathed in a warm, soft glow. Sabrina began to sing, her voice tender and full of emotion.

It wasn’t one of her hit singles or something that had made the charts. This was something new, something Y/N had never heard before. Her voice floated through the arena, the lyrics delicate and heartfelt. Each word seemed to speak directly to him, telling the story of their time together, the moments that had brought them closer.

The audience fell into a hushed silence, the magic of the moment settling over everyone as Sabrina poured her heart into the song. Her eyes never left his, as if the entire world had vanished and it was just the two of them, alone in the universe.

Y/N could feel the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, overwhelmed by the love and sincerity in her voice. She was laying her soul bare in front of thousands of people, but all he could think about was how lucky he was to have someone like her in his life.

The song reached its final verse, the melody fading gently as Sabrina’s voice softened to a whisper. The last note lingered in the air, a beautiful, lingering echo of the love they shared. The crowd erupted into applause, but Y/N barely heard it. His chest felt tight with emotion, his heart so full it could burst.

Sabrina took a step closer to him, reaching out her hand. He stood up, taking it, and she pulled him into a gentle hug. “You liked it?” she whispered in his ear, her voice shaky with nerves.

Y/N pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “That was incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re incredible.”

Sabrina blushed, her smile shy in a way that made Y/N’s heart flutter. They were still standing center stage, the crowd cheering around them, but for that moment, it felt like it was just the two of them, wrapped in their own little bubble of love.

Y/N was overwhelmed. His heart was pounding not just from the concert, not just from the song, but from the realization that he didn’t want to wait any longer. He had carried the velvet box in his pocket for weeks now, waiting for the perfect moment. And now, standing here with Sabrina, bathed in the warmth of the crowd’s love and the intimacy of her song, he knew this was it.

Without thinking, Y/N reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the small velvet box. Sabrina, still holding his hand, felt him pull away slightly. When she turned to look at him, her eyes widened in shock.

The crowd went silent as Y/N dropped to one knee, the bright lights illuminating him as he held the box open in front of Sabrina. The ring sparkled under the stage lights, but all Y/N could see was the look of pure surprise and love on her face.

“Sabrina,” he began, his voice steady despite the emotions coursing through him, “I wasn’t planning this tonight. But after hearing you sing that song, after standing here with you, I realized I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Tears welled in Sabrina’s eyes as she looked down at him, her hand flying to cover her mouth in shock.

“You’ve brought so much joy, so much light into my life,” Y/N continued, his heart racing. “I love you more than words can express. I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you’ve made me. So, Sabrina Annlynn Carpenter, will you marry me?”

For a moment, time stood still. The crowd was silent, holding its collective breath as everyone waited for Sabrina’s response. Y/N felt the world pause, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked up at her, his love for her written in every line of his face.

Sabrina stared down at him, her eyes wide with emotion, her hand trembling as she pulled it away from her mouth. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and then, with a shaky laugh, she nodded.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

The arena exploded into cheers, the noise almost deafening as Y/N slipped the ring onto her finger. He stood up, pulling her into his arms as the crowd roared around them. Sabrina laughed through her tears, her arms wrapped tightly around him as if she never wanted to let go.

“You did it,” she whispered in his ear, her voice trembling with joy.

Y/N pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his hand gently brushing a tear from her cheek. “I had to. I love you too much not to.”

Sabrina smiled, her eyes shining with happiness as she leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a soft, tender kiss. The crowd cheered even louder, but all Y/N could feel was the warmth of her lips, the softness of her touch, and the overwhelming sense of love that surrounded them.

When they finally pulled apart, Sabrina turned back to the microphone, still holding Y/N’s hand tightly in hers. She laughed, wiping at her tears as she waved to the crowd.

“Well,” she said, her voice full of joy, “I guess we just gave you all a little more than you expected tonight.”

The crowd erupted into laughter and applause, and Sabrina turned back to Y/N, her smile radiant.

“This is the best night of my life,” she whispered, her eyes filled with love as she looked up at him.

Y/N smiled, pulling her close again. “Mine too,” he whispered back. “And it’s only the beginning.”

[danosrosegarden]

my love, mine all mine - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons (slight NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{contains: descriptions of a protective and obsessive edward. very minor illusions to smut but nothing in any detail.}

{note: this piece was a paid commission, and i have permission to share it publicly. find out more about commissioning a piece from me in my pinned post.}

☽ Extracting Edward Nashton’s love from the tired, weary woosh of his heart is no difficult task. He might’ve thought, before you at least, that his body did not hold the proper room for love. Love was far too bright and shimmering of a word, blinding him like the beaming reflection of the sun on scintillating waves. It was far too strong of a feeling, exploding and sizzling in his blood like face-scrunchingly sour candy. Love was neither something he could handle, nor something he believed he needed. He’d survived through his own strength. How demeaning to suggest that he needed a kiss on the cheek or to hold someone’s hand in order to be complete.

☽ But now he has you, and he’s not sure what to do. You’re so easy to fall head over heels for, and it’s an overwhelming high he’s found himself riding. You didn’t force your way through the walls he had built up around himself; you gently grabbed hold of his hand and took each brick down with care and tenderness. You didn’t coo at his sob story or cast pity upon him, looking down at him patronizingly as if he was a starved, abused puppy; you listened carefully to his woes and…well, you were just there for him. You didn’t rush to try to fix what was shattered or leave when it all got too moldy and dark…you simply sat with him through it. So no, extracting Edward’s love from his heart was no difficult task for you. But here’s the kicker…it’s even easier to draw out his lust.

☽ It’s the littlest things that any other person might easily overlook. It’s the way your eyebrow cocks as you ponder the crossword puzzle you two solved together each week. It’s the way you tap the eroded pink eraser of the pencil against your lips as your brain wanders. He wishes he could crawl inside of the deepest wrinkles of your brain. He wishes he could crack you open, flow through your body like your thick, warm blood, protect you like your bones. He wants you and you wholly. He wants you in ways the outside world will never get to see. They don’t deserve it. They don’t deserve you.

☽ It’s sort of a blessing and a curse for Ed, having you in his life. He gets his answered prayer, his angel. But now he constantly worries. His stomach lurches and churns with every bad scenario his mind can conjure whenever you leave. His palms dampen with warm sweat when he thinks about what the world might do to you.

☽ He refuses. He refuses to let the world contaminate you with its filth.

☽ And you wonder. You wonder what’s going through his mind when his hands are gripping your sides like you’ll disintegrate if he lets go. You wonder what could possibly be racing through his body when he growls those words into your ear over and over like a scratched record: mine. Mine. Mine.

☽ When everything else that’s ever resembled goodness and purity and hope has been ripped from his arms, there is no other option. He has no other choice but to protect, to watch over, to keep safe. To ravage and devour and lovingly consume. You’re his, his, only his.

[minnaci]

POST-SHOW AFTERGLOW

contents: heartsteel!shieda kayn x afab gn!reader (reader's anatomy is described using the words "pussy", "cunt", "clit", and "cervix"), bottom!reader, use of insertive sex toys by reader, kayn walks in on reader masturbating, established relationship, bedsheet banter, fingering, penis-in-vagina sex, cervix mention, light dumbification, creampie, post-coital cockwarming

watching kayn perform live never fails to get you hot and bothered. luckily, kayn is always willing to take responsibility.

or, kayn fucks reader after a heartsteel concert. it's ridiculously good.

there's a wild sort of energy that ebbs and flows around kayn post-show. adrenaline— lightning in a bottle. he's on top of the world. he'd win any fight. he's ready for anything—

his train of thought comes to an abrupt end as he nudges open the door to your bedroom, and immediately, every cell in his body is subsumed by the low-burning embers of arousal.

he is not ready for this.

blankets lay crumpled around your spread legs. you're an angel, every curve caressed by soft light, and your eyes are squeezed shut as you fuck yourself on a thick dildo.

kayn recognizes that toy. it's the one that's the closest to his size and shape. you only use it when you're feeling particularly needy for him, or when you miss him. a soft, tender ache blooms in his chest.

"kayn," you whimper, sugar sweet. you don't seem to have noticed him, lost in your own world of pleasure. "kayn, please, please, i need you, please—"

your voice breaks on a sob, and kayn's mouth goes dry. his fingers curl with the need to take.

"what a nice surprise." kayn's smirk widens into a full, cocky grin when your eyes fly open and you squeak with surprise.

"kayn!" your hands scramble to pull the toy out, and kayn greedily watches as your pretty hole gapes ever so slightly, fluttering around air. another shot of heat, straight to his cock.

"oh, don't stop on my account," kayn says. "i'm just enjoying the show."

your resultant pout creases right between your eyebrows, and he lets loose a laugh, crossing the room in three eager, bounding steps to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. his tongue flickers out, and he licks into your mouth. he loves how you melt in his arms, how you always let him in so easily. you're so perfect for him. he's just about to crawl into bed and show you just how perfect he thinks you are when—

"shower first," you murmur against his lips, as if you hadn't been making a mess of the sheets for hours before he came home.

"but—" kayn knows exactly what you're about to say. he's got "dirty" clothes on, so he can't get on the bed, which is "clean". but can anyone really blame him when you look so tempting, so obscene, that his brain hurts from how hard his cock is?

"kayn—"

"hear me out." he presses a few sweet, pleading kisses to your cheeks, relishing in the way you melt under his easy affection.

"...fine."

"you're so beautiful, baby. look at you all fucked out. do you really expect me to make it a whole shower without jerking off? and if i jerk off, i'll cum, and there won't be anything left in the ol' sacks to fill you with."

you raise an eyebrow, clearly not impressed. damn it. looks like kayn has to bring out the big guns.

"...i'll wash the sheets after we're done," kayn adds. "so they'll be clean again."

"you really want me so bad you'd do laundry for me?" you swoon dramatically— a feat when you're already laying in bed. "is this what it means to be loved?"

"you're a menace," he says. it can't be legal for you to be both cute and devastatingly sexy at the same time. fuck, he loves you so much he swears he'll explode with it. his chest tightens. his fists clench. he can't stand it.

he pounces onto you, heart singing at the elated little yelp you let out as he presses a flurry of kisses to your face.

"i love you," kayn growls, incongruously aggressive for how sweet the words are. his fingers find their way between your thighs, rubbing where you want it the most. he dips inside, just a little, but you tense as if he's shoved all five (and a half!) inches inside of you at once.

"love you— love you too, kayn—"

fuck, he could listen to you saying his name just like that for years, and he'd never go soft.

"relax for me, baby." he stretches you in gentle, practised movements, head spinning as you obey, body going pliant under his covetous hands. you're so perfect for him, already soft and wet from your earlier stint with your toy. your lips find his weak spot— the tender patch of skin right between the junction of his neck and jaw— and he groans, feeling a little insane as you rock back against his fingers, dripping sweet and sticky like warm honey.

"i can't hold back much longer," he says, voice strangled.

"so don't." your breath catches as the tip of his finger brushes against your sweet spot, so he does it again, just to hear you gasp. he could get lost in this, this pleasure of playing your body like the finest of instruments, pulling sound after needy, dripping sound from your pretty mouth.

"kayn— kayn, please, stop teasing, don't hold back, please, i need you—" the sheer desperation in your voice makes kayn's blood sing with pleasure, and he gently removes his fingers from your aching hole, much to your chagrin. you line up the head of his cock with your entrance, shuddering as it pulses a thick glob of pre-cum over your skin. "inside, inside, please—"

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there's nothing quite like the initial stretch of kayn's cock as he bullies his way inside of you. he's so thick, and the way he's got you folded makes him feel even bigger. your jaw hangs slack, every nerve trembling with anticipation.

the tip of his cock nudges inside, and you both let out twin moans. your cunt is hungry for it. desperate, even— your gaze goes hazy and unfocused as your pussy sucks softly at his tip.

"so fucking good," he groans. "how are you so fucking good every time?"

if you could speak, you'd say that you could ask him the same thing, but any semblance of coherent speech is knocked from the forefront of your mind as he eases deeper into you. every additional inch of his hot, throbbing cock only serves to make your mind go blank with pleasure. your eyes roll back, flutter shut.

"fuuuck, that's it, baby. feels good, doesn't it?" kayn shudders as he bottoms out. the very tip of his cock kisses a spot deep inside, so sensitive that it sends a thrill up your spine. "there it is— there's that weak spot. yeah, let me use it against you, baby. 'm gonna fuck all that resistance right out of your pretty hole..."

he rolls his hips once, twice, giving a few deep, experimental thrusts. true to his word, his cock massages over your sweet spot. you can't fight the onslaught of sensation, and even if you could, you wouldn't want to. it's so, so good— too good to resist, too good to fight. pleasure melts your brain, turning every coherent thought you might have had to gooey bliss.

your jaw hangs slack. your head spins. pleasure curls around your limbs, pulling you to new heights of mindless need.

"yeah, that's right. this is what you needed, isn't it?"

you don’t have to reply— the answer is written in the slight crossing of your eyes, the subtle trembling of your ribcage, the thin line of saliva that drips from the corner of your mouth. heat builds in your core, spreading like fire across your skin, and you let loose a long moan.

“kayn…” you struggle to make eye contact, lucidity slipping through your fingers with every devastating thrust.

“no thinking,” he says. his thumb finds your clit. the added stimulation makes it all too easy to obey. any semblance of logical thought dissipates into hazy pleasure. you wouldn’t be surprised if your brain was leaking straight out of your dripping cunt.

“no thinking,” you repeat dumbly, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. your fucked-out gaze meets his, and he curses under his breath, cock pulsing inside of you. through it all, he continues rubbing those maddening, mind-melting circles on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

heat envelopes you, swallows you whole and digests you, transforming you into a being of need and pleasure. your nerves sing with molten arousal. every touch, every breath, every heartbeat only sends you spiraling further and further into the depths of debauchery.

“that’s it, baby, let me make you feel good, yeah, yeah—” kayn babbles, his hips stuttering out of rhythm. it makes his cock slide in that much deeper, makes his thumb slip just right against the hood of your clit, and— and—

you fall apart on his cock with a wail, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. it burns through you, sets the stars ablaze behind your eyelids. your sanity shatters as you all but convulse, gorging yourself on decadent sensation.

thick, creamy warmth floods your insides, and you practically purr at the way the tip of kayn’s cock kisses the sensitive mouth of your cervix. he’s still mumbling mindless praises against the soft skin of your neck even as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. his voice takes on an edge of wretched desperation. “so good, so good, it hurts, baby, hurts good, i— i— fuck…”

he collapses over you, sheathing himself balls-deep with a groan. the last dregs of his cum drool from his tip, dribbling over your sensitive walls. your pussy flutters around him in response, hungry for every last drop of him, and he nearly whimpers at the added sensation. pain and pleasure swirl around you in a heady cocktail of hormones as you come down from your highs together.

when kayn kisses you, it feels right— the natural product of the raw desire that connects you. his lips move against yours sweetly, softly, and he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. the afterglow is made for kissing, for heavy petting, for the cooling of sweat and softening of breaths.

"what was that all about?" kayn murmurs in the hazy quiet, pulling you closer to him. you grumble a bit as his soft cock shifts inside of you, threatening to fall out, and he makes a soothing little noise, ignoring the pricks of painful overstimulation and focusing on keeping you nice and warm and full.

"what was what all about?"

"don't play, baby. what had you so needy tonight?"

"...ah." your face heats up, and you bury your nose in his chest. still, it doesn't muffle your next words. "you looked really, really good on stage tonight. i couldn't stop looking at your stupid bulge through your stupid leather pants."

the honestly is unexpected enough to subvert kayn's knee-jerk instinct to be insufferable and smug. he gapes at you. "you're so fucking cute."

“mhm,” you hum in agreement. “and you’re beautiful. so we match.”

there’s a frazzled sort of silence as kayn short-circuits from the praise. for someone who presents with such an inflated ego, his reaction to genuine compliments is nothing short of charming.

"so... the sheets?" you break the silence, only half-joking.

kayn groans. “i’ll wash them tomorrow. let me enjoy this, baby.”

“i’m holding you to it.” you bury your face in his chest, heart melting a bit as his lips brush over the crown of your head. dirty sheets or not, there’s nowhere else you would rather be than here, limbs tangled with his, soaking in your shared pleasure.

tags: @enchantedforest-network @angelshub

[whotfislai]

Focus on you | seventeen, chan!

pairing lee chan & fem reader. (he says girl once)

genre fluff type shi

doei speaks! i love lee chan and you should too😤 ++ dividers came from h-aewo <3

it was one of those nights again. you were cuddled up under your silky sheets, missing your boyfriend.

dating an idol wasn't easy but the two of you made it work. being in LOVE with channie just felt good.

and he felt the same way about being in love with you.

you were the one thing that was constantly on his mind. from when he woke up, to during practice, and deep into the late hours of the night.

and you knew this because when you least expected it....

my channie♡ [12:50]: BABYYY I MISS U SO MUCH!! i need u right now😭

(yn) [12:51]: AWWW i miss u so much more <33

(yn) [12:51]: but its okay, you have an off-day in a couple of weeks from now or something, right?

my channie♡ [12:52]: i think so? but fuck. that's not soon enough.

(yn) [12:53]: i agree w that😔 BUT we'll spend time together soon, we both just have to be patient yk🥰

you weren't sure exactly how soon that would be, but for him, you'd wait and see. (THAT RHYMED AHAHAHAHSHS)

although, you wouldn't have to wait much longer.

around twenty-ish minutes of your conversation, you'd fallen asleep. but only ten minutes later, two notifications from your boyfriend woke you up.

my channie♡ [1:23]: babe, i know you're probably sleeping but i couldn't take it anymore

my channie♡ [1:23]: i need u SO BAD. i forgot my key pls open the door or imma have to break in

and almost immediately after reading his texts, you heard faint knocking at the front door.

"oh...no way..." you whispered to yourself as you tiredly got up, and made your way to the front door.

when you opened it, you were instantly engulfed in the tightest hug. he quite literally swept you off your feet.

but it was sweet, the way he held you so tight, almost cutting off your airflow. and even when he set you down so he could step inside the house, it was only momentarily.

"(yn), baby, i missed you so, so much." he whispered in your ear, pulling you into another breathtaking hug.

you returned the intensity of his hug as best as you could, plastering sweet kisses all over his face in the process.

and oh my god, chan loved every second of it.

"not being able to have you for that long would have KILLED ME, i swear. i just need you for tonight..." he mumbled, giving you a tiny kiss in the crook of your neck.

and then another one, and another one, and....

"lee chan!! you JUST got home, at least cuddle with me first!! gosh, you're so needy for me." you said, half-jokingly.

he laughed, releasing you from his death grip. "so what if i am? you're everything to me (yn). i need you to live y'know, i could DIE."

most people would assume he was joking but to be honest, you weren't too sure he was joking about that.

i mean, he did just sneak out of his dorm at one in the morning to be with you sooooo 🤭!

the two of you headed back into your shared bedroom, and began cuddling one another in bed, when you paused.

"are you sure this is okay?" you whispered, avoiding to look him straight in the eye. "i love that you're here, but what if you get in trouble for leaving? channie please, if you need to go back that's okay, i understand."

chan tilted his head a bit, narrowing his eyes. as much as he disliked worrying you, knowing you cared about the consequences he may face made his heart explode.

he gently pressed his hand to your chin, causing you to look upwards at him.

"(yn)...my sweet, beautiful girl. i couldn't give a shit about any consequence i might face. being with you is worth it all," he cupped your cheek, "and if you thought this was bad, you'll hate the things i plan on doing for you in the future."

before you could ask what the hell he meant by that, he leaned in and gave you a tender kiss on the lips.

so naturally, you brushed it off and decided tonight you'd focus on him.

just as he had been doing to you.

End!ㅤ

thanks for reading! i js love dino SO MUCH & i wanted to write a cute fic for him.

reblog / like it if you enjoyed <3

[aswaki]

i think i need more matty+roleplay in my life 😩 man loves a story

i've been thinking about matty doing roleplay in the bedroom for a long time. i'd do a proper write up of this but you're sooo right that he'd be very into the story which made me giggle. after your ask i just can't help but think of dorky loser!matthew who'd be so enthusiastic to propose roleplaying that you'd give in right away.

seok matthew x reader | flashfic | borderline explicit

contains: afab bodied!reader, dork!matthew, prelude to sexual roleplay, use of handcuffs (cuffing)

yes, he was a bit of a dork. he loved world building and stories and all that. it was fun to immerse in his interests so when he told you he wanted to try sexual roleplaying with a grin, shiny eyes and a body that seemed to be buzzed in enthusiasm, you gave in right away. you sent him heart eyes just by how excited he was to explore this.

the thing was your arousal was pushing your body to the limit. the fabric enclosing your cunt was becoming so wet to the point of discomfort.

matthew was getting lost in his head. it's endearing— you swore, it is. it's one of the reasons why you were drawn to him in the first place. he’s just so… bright eyed and charming. (honestly, his little yapping tendencies were a turn on. he really gets into it with confidence when he knows his topic which is so hot to see.)

it's just that you're about to explode with need... your entire body screamed when matthew sat on top of you. he was mindful to not put his entire weight on you but god, you wanted him to do it. you wanted to feel everything. you wanted him to crush you as he throws various roleplay scenarios to the wind.

“what about you be the hot cop? and i'd be the damsel in distress.” he said while looking down at you, almost oblivious to your aching needs. your hips desperately tried to find contact as they mindlessly bucked for him.

“matthew, no,” you exhaled. you feel yourself drying up at the thought of the police force. you couldn’t stand them.

his hands grabbed your wrist in loose restraint. matthew treated you with so much tenderness. a plea for him to rough you up almost escaped your lips.

“oh, so you want me to be the hot cop?” his eyebrows were wagging at you. his face split into a shit eating grin as he bounced on top of you. he might have had no intentions for it but the action alone made you whimper.

can he put his mouth to use? for a big talker, you just wanted him to shut up for a while and put his mouth on you.

“matty, baby, no- no cops.” you were wearing thin.

your thighs went to press itself to each other. they closed in trying to find their own friction. can he just touch you already?

“so, what are we going to do with this, then?” matthew's voice sounded so dejected, you wanted to kick yourself for making him sound like that. you wanted to kiss his entire face as he pulled out handcuffs from behind him. he was prepared!

oh, babyboy.

it was easy to move out his grasp... it wasn’t easy to flip the two of you... matthew was an endearing dork but he was jacked up.

his eyes widened when you took the handcuffs from him. you were quick to put in the work in cuffing his hands to the bedpost. he moaned.

your body crawled over his. his entire body lit up as the distance was covered. you felt his cock tenting. the only thing left separating you two were your pathetically thin clothes.

“what about you be my little prisoner, huh?” you look at him with heavy lidded eyes as you spoke. your fingers trailed over his jawline and down to his chest. he shivered underneath you.

“what- why?” he asked all confused and endearing. you almost expected him to ask 'what's the lore?' (hell, maybe that's what he meant....)

“you made me wait,” you continued with an inauthentic angry voice. his bulge was poking your thigh.

“i didn-”

your hand rubbed his hard pecs before speaking, “now here’s a scenario for you, huh? i’ll be the royal who comes down to my little prisoner’s cell,”

he inhaled sharply as you leaned forward. he does love a good story— more so when he's actually involved. your brain was thinking of ways to make this enjoyable for the both of you.

you were gently grinding on his erection and feeling him up as your breath tickled his ear, “and i’ll punish you to my heart's content.”

matthew could only nod. adorable. maybe you'd let him worship you later. you were royalty after all.