#ho shit i didn't even notice the hand kisses!

[zippidi-dooda]

You couldn't even complete a coherent though at first.

Just a minute ago you had been above ground with a hand full of other heroes, searching the hideout of a powerful villain, arguing with your "friend" Dynamite the whole way. It was unclear how this had happened seeing as your mind was red with rage just from looking at the red-eyed nuisance. But you knew that he had caused the ground to crumble beneath you after letting lose a cannon of a blast in the wrong direction.

You would've expected him to hold back his insults to prioritize getting back to the others safely, but no. He just had to keep arguing with you.

Needless to say, you couldn't help biting back.

"I-Ooh! I hate you so very much Bakugou Katsuki!" You snapped, clenching your fists and gritting your teeth.

"Yeah, see if I care!" The steadily rising pro hero barked in response.

"If it weren't for you we wouldn't be stuck in this mess in the first place!"

"Shut the hell up already. Your yapping isn't gonna accomplish anything."

"Oh really?" You scoffed sarcastically.

The blond man now chose to ignore you, setting off a loud explosion at the crumbled dirt walls encasing you instead.

"What are you doing!?" Alarmed, you grabbed his arm tightly. "Did you forget that your dumb quirk is what got us here in the first place?"

He gripped onto the hand you placed on him and seethed, "If it's what got us here, then it can get us out. Now, fuck off."

"Of all the people I'd ever have to get trapped with, it just had to be you!"

"Let. Go." Bakugou rose his free hand, setting off small explosions in attempts to scare you.

You inhaled deeply, nerves igniting. "Oh ho, leave it to Mr. Pro to want to start a fight in this situation. We need to find a way out of here, genius, not dig our grave deeper!"

"I'm not scared to beat up a girl. Let go of me."

"Oh yeah, then hit me with your best shot, you lousy, aggrogant, obnoxious, cocky little son of a-mph?!"

Before you knew it, Bakugou's lips were pressed against yours in an angry kiss.

At first, you didn't know what to do.

Was this real? You wondered.

But then, you felt his strong hands tangling into your hair and pulling you closer and you felt yourself melting into him.

"Bakugou...?" You breathed, as he pulled back for air.

For a second, his eyes simply stared into yours, brows knit together in confusion and anxiety. And you found yourself getting lost in them for the first time, noticing how bright and beautiful they were. How he was.

You weren't sure what exactly the burning feeling coursing though you was right now, you had felt it each time you'd look at this man. Every time you heard a mention of his name. The tell-tale sign that you hated him. Just, it was different now.

Was it just the adrenaline? Or perhaps something else? Something you didn't want to acknowledge.

"Fuck, shit!" He said, hands now trembling and beginning to slip away from you. "Y/N, I-I'm ...?"

Well, whatever that feeling was, you could figure it out later.

For now, you squeezed your eyes shut and wrapped your arms around Bakugou's neck, pressing your lips against his once more in a passionate kiss.

[mikachacha]

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) 𝙿𝚝. 3

Synopsis: Bada wanted you to stay in Korea with her as she found work there but then your relationship is falling apart rapidly.

Warnings: toxic relationship and behaviours, angst. This'll be pretty heavy so please if you're not into this kind of stuff, you can ignore this update and wait for the regular fluffs and smuts 🫶🫶

(A/N: i hope none of y'all are experiencing this in real life or if you have experienced this, im so sorry that you have gone through such shit relationship but don't give up, yeah? Things will get better eventually.)

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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It hasn't been well for you and Bada ever since that incident while meeting her friends. You still couldn't believe how she can do that to you. You wanted to get away but at the same time you want to mend your relationship with her. You didn't wanna lose her despite everything that has happened. Plus she's showing lots of effort for you to forgive her. She even got an apartment in Seoul so you and her can live there and won't have to pretend to be best friends anymore like you did at her parents' house. It was a big step for you both but then it also meant that whenever a fight would break out between you and her, you had no one to run off to.

"Jesus.. You scared me!" you exclaimed. You were in the kitchen, making some tea since you just couldn't fall asleep. You've been having a hard time falling asleep the past few days as thoughts plague your mind. Bada noticed you weren't in bed next to her so she got up and searched for you, only to find you making tea in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry my love.. Didn't mean to scare you. Was just confused since you weren't there beside me. Having trouble falling asleep?" she asked and you nodded. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a warm embrace and kissing the top of your head. You melted in her arms. You missed moments like this with her.

"Baby.. I may need to go back to the states soon. I got a job offer there." you told her and she hugged you even tighter, like it's her own way of telling that you shouldn't go back and to just stay with her in Korea.

"Y/N.. Do you really wanna leave me all alone here? I got this apartment for us and then you're gonna go back to the states?" Bada's questions made your heart ache. You didn't wanna leave her despite everything.

"I.. I don't know if I'll be able to find a job here, Bada.. I don't speak Korean that well and I don't want you to shoulder all the expenses for us." you tried to reason with her that led to an hour long discussion about applying as an English teacher there or working from home as long as you don't leave her. You were tired and just wanted to sleep so you agreed. The next morning, Bada helped you search for jobs before she went to her own. She has been hired as a teacher at a dance studio nearby and she's got to work with artists as well. You're happy for her since it has been her dream to be able to work with artists and teach people to dance.

"So baby, we're going somewhere this Friday. The studio is holding a welcome party for me and I want you to be there with me. I want you to meet my workmates and some friends." Bada said as she came home one day. What happened when you last went out with her to meet with someone didn't end up well but you wanted to move past that and you also didn't want to disappoint her so you agreed to go with her. You really don't want to start an argument with her as you're still trying to fix your relationship up.

"Yeah.. Is it a formal event? Do I need to really dress up?" you asked and she placed her head on your shoulder. She played with your hand, drawing patterns and kissing it.

"Maybe a dress would be fine. It's not too formal plus you look amazing either way." Bada says that made your heart flutter and heat to creep up your cheeks. She really knows how to win you over even with just words.

The night of the event came and it was rather chill. You didn't feel that out of place since you've been studying Korean when you had time to spare. You were able to hold conversations and didn't cling to Bada that much. You were having fun, chattering with some of Bada's friends when you saw something that shattered you to pieces. It was Bada and a girl who looked so familiar. It was Redy, one of Bada's exes before she started dating you. She was clinging to Bada like they're still a couple and the sight made you feel physically sick that you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom. You're just crying there, trying to convince yourself that it's probably nothing and that you're just overthinking stuff when the door opened and there stood one of Bada's dancer friends.

"Hey are you okay? What happened? Should I call Bada to come here?" the woman asked and you shook your head, wiping your tears away. You're embarrassed that this stranger saw you in a vulnerable state.

"Y-yeah I'm okay.. Sorry you had to see me like this.. But I'm good, everything's good. No need to call Bada." you assured her and she offered to help you freshen up which really helped you calm down.

"I'm Monika by the way and if you need to talk to someone, you can reach me via Instagram." Monika says and you followed her on instagram to which she reciprocated. You thanked her and gave her a hug just in time that Bada came in the bathroom, looking for you and saw you hugging Monika. The look on her face terrified you and your heart sank knowing that this will be another fight between you and her.

Monika excused herself when she saw Bada and now, you're left alone with your girlfriend who looked really pissed off. She looked at you before grabbing you firmly by the wrist and basically dragged you back to the car. The whole car ride was filled with deafening silence but it was a whole different scenario when you were finally inside your shared apartment.

"So what was that all about? Lusher told me that you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and haven't returned after 20 minutes. What were you doing there? Flirting with Monika?! What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N?! Am I not enough?!" Bada yelled at you and you flinched. She was still holding on to your wrist rather tightly and it's starting to hurt now.

"Let me go, Bada.. You're hurting me.." you told her and she did let you go but she didn't stop yelling at you and accusing you of cheating.

"Hurting you? Have you ever thought about how much you've hurt me when I saw you hugging Monika?! Who knows what else happened there!" Bada was absolutely furious and you're starting to get pissed off as well. She's accusing you of cheating yet you saw her and Redy looking like they're still together while Bada couldn't be bothered to even check on you, spend at least a minute with you in that party.

"You're really going absolutely crazy about me hugging Monika when you were the one having her ex cling to them and couldn't be bothered to check on their girlfriend the whole night! I was crying in that damn bathroom because you were never there for me, you were paying more attention to your damn ex more than me! How was I supposed to react to that, huh?!" you finally snapped back and Bada just stormed off to your shared bedroom and locked you out so you slept on the couch that night.

The days went by and you could really feel you and Bada drifting apart. She wouldn't even look at you, wouldn't speak to you. It was horrible and you felt like everything was your fault. How did it come to this? What went wrong? Where was the Bada you once knew and loved? You were about to message her when a friend messaged you first, asking if you and Bada broke up since all your pictures together are apparently deleted from Bada's socials which was a shock to you. You checked and sobs wracked your body at what you saw. It was true, it seems like Bada has erased you from her life already.

With a heavy heart, you grabbed all your belongings and packed your bags. You left the apartment and booked a hotel. You're just gonna stay there for a bit until you can find a cheap apartment to stay. You were planning on leaving Korea once your contract with the company you're currently working at ends. You deactivated all your socials and only kept in touch with your friends and family from the states. You just wanted to be alone and away from Bada to really think things through. To think if the relationship is still worth it or if you needed to just let go of it.

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𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

@lil-elliesgf, @efyyylee, @hwm1hyun, @mikaleialt, @bunnywonyo, @badaswifey, @mrs-grim-reaper

[mrsjavierp]

Where you belong?

Chapter 9 - I'll be your Dirty Little Secret

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing - Narcos Universe (not so accurate), bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader, only your clothes (sometimes). The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Narrator - 3rd person)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Thanks for your feedback, hope you enjoy this chapter! Hope to hear from you all soon! I gotta say I'm really fucking horny for Javi lol

Tag: @creedslove | @pedrostories | @mjoee13 | @immyowndefender | @iamsherlocked-1998 | @pedroswife69 | @szde8-blog ***

Narrator's POV:

“Oh, cariño, you're never off the hook, not with me.” - he responded to you, joining you in the bathtub. - “Fuck, cariño, are you trying to cook us? This water is insanely hot!”

You laughed, still feeling fuzzy.

“I like it, Javi…” - you coo.

Your bodies glue as if they were magnets. Your skin, even with hot water, crawls. He sat behind you, covering you, feeling you, getting drunk on you again.

“God, I could stay like this forever, cariño…” - he kisses the back of your neck, softly.

“Me too, Javi… Me too.” - your words come out slowly.

He notices how you melt on top of him. He is relieved that you don't seem desperate to leave him again. 

His hands start to touch your waist lightly, with the tip of his fingers. 

You groan, Javier smirks. 

“Cariño?” - he whispers in your ear.

“Yeah?”

“You know you didn't follow my rules, do you?”

“What do you mean by that, Javi?” - you answer, clueless. You didn't recall that had just happened, your mind was still kinda foggy from all those orgasms.

His smirk grows.

“You came without my permission, cariño. I didn't forget that.”

“And what are you gonna do about it?” - you tease.

His hands started going down your body. You shiver.

“Javi…” - you try to form a sentence and fail.

“Cariño, don't make me be meaner that I intend to… Is how they say: don't do the crime if you can't do the time.” - his hands are on your thighs, avoiding where you need them the most.

“Oh, fuck… But Ja-javi, I-I-I warned you…” - you try to argue, your voice barely came out.

He laughed. 

“It wasn't yours yet to take, cariño…” - One of his fingers got inside of you, without any warning. - “You're mine now, cariño.” - A second finger enters. 

You bite a moan.

“I wanna hear you, cariño. No more denying what's mine from me, I already told you that. I hate repeating myself.” - his tone was serious and he put in a third finger. 

“Holy shit, Javier!” - you exclamate. He barely let you get used to his fingers before he put them inside of you one by one.

His smile is growing by the second.

“That's what I wanted to hear…” - his other hand went to your throbbing clitoris, circling on. - “I know you can be a good girl, cariño. You just needed me to help you get there…”

“Javi, please, I'm still sensitive from all of it, I w-won’t be able to ho-hold…” - you didn't want him to stop, but let you come without any permission. Your legs closed, trying to figure out how to obey him.

“Cariño, I know, that's why it's a punishment.” - his tone was so… Arrogant. The hand on your clitoris circled a little faster. - “If you start to get closer, tell me, okay?”

“Javier, for God's sake!” - you yell again.

“Your pussy is hugging my fingers so tight, I already miss you on my dick, cariño.”

Your mind is still foggy. Javier seemed delighted to see you so… So his. His cariño, his baby girl.

A couple minutes later, you held on the bathtub’s rim and yelled, mixing English and Spanish, to Javier have mercy on you.

He smiled widely and responded:

“Promise me that you're not leaving me again, that you're mine…” - his circular motions on your clitoris got even harder and faster. - “Promise me!”

“I promise, Javi!” - you yell. 

“Oh, do you? Are you sure, cariño?” - Javier mocked you.

“Yes, Javier, I do! Please, please let me!”

“Let you what, cariño? Use your words.” - he continued in a ruthless rhythm.

“Javier, for crying out loud, let me come!” - you yell so loud you're sure someone heard you. 

Not that any of you cared per say. You can't remember the last man who made you shake like that.

You can feel Javier's smirk behind you.

“I don't know if I believe you, cariño…”

“Javier, I swear to God…” - you manage to respond.

“You can come, cariño.” - he whispered, like music to your ears.

You come hard, squirting in the bathtub, still holding the rim.

You come screaming Javier's name.

And Javier, at that moment, could die a happy man.

You both took an actual bath, after. And one that cleans you. 

After a few minutes, you both get out, get dry and go to bed.

As you both walk naked back to your room, Javier asked:

“Do you mind if I sleep here, cariño?”

“Peña, for the fucking love of God, you just fucked my throat and pussy and you're asking if we can sleep together?”

“Of course I am!” - he said, as he joined you in the bed. - “It's your bed, your room, your apartment…” - he leaned towards you and his mouth right next to your ear. One arm held you close to him and the other held your pussy, cupping her. - “But you belong to me, cariño. And this pussy is mine. I'm not letting you run away again.”

You tremble under his hands.

“Javi…”

He had a smile on his voice, you could feel it.

“I love when you call me, you know?

“Oh, yeah?” - you moan. 

“Yes, cariño. When you do it, it confirms where you belong.” - he whispered, in a way that made you shake under him. - “Yes, cariño." - he repeated. - “You belong here. Don't forget about your promise.”

“Javi, I won't…” - you managed to respond.

“Good to know, cariño. Buenas noches, Hermosa.”(Good night, beautiful.)

“Good night, Javi.” - you respond.

He kisses you lightly and you both pass out.

***

You wake up alone in your bed.

Fuck, it was payback for leaving him… God, I'm so stupid... - you thought 

But then, you smell coffee from your kitchen.

You get up naked, without realizing it and walk towards the smell.

Javier was wearing only his boxers, preparing coffee on your machine. 

He turns to you, with a wide smile and a lustful look in his eyes.

“Good morning, cariño.”

He hugs you and feels you against skin. You're so soft.

“Good morning, Javi… I thought you left without saying goodbye.” 

“I couldn't do that to you… Not before coffee.” - he jokes. - “Let's have it… I think it's ready.”

He served you and poured himself some in your white mugs. You both drink it, sharing an intimate glance.

“God, that was good, Javi. Future coffee duties are your responsibility in my apartment.” - you smile at him.

He seems genuinely happy to share that moment. His free hand went to your cheek and fondled you.

“Cariño, it's still early… Do you mind serving me breakfast?” 

“Sorry, I didn't get it, Javi… You want to eat something?” 

“Yes, cariño. Sit on the table and open your legs, please. I'd like to have your pussy as my first meal.”

You look at him, in disbelief. 

“We don't have all day, cariño. Go ahead.” - he sat down, waiting.

With your still very much naked body, you sat down in front of him, just like he said.

Javier devoured your cunt as a starved man.

Again.

***

Walking back into his office with a huff, carrying a file with some information on one of Pablo’s Sicarios, he hands it to Steve, who sits at the desk in front of his. 

“Got this from the FBI’s archive.” - and hands it to Steve. - “Seems that our boy Luiz is more than just a sicario, look.” 

Steve passes through the file, interested. 

“God, I need coffee.” - he complains. - “You and your lady friend didn’t let anyone sleep in the fucking building…” - he mocked.

Javier looked at Steve, with his eyes widened. 

“What the fuck, Murphy?”

He laughed.

“Dude… You should really keep it down. Seriously. Our boss is our neighbor, if Connie was here, she’d kick my and your ass. Stop this kind of shit.”

Javier stared at him, without saying any words. You both were actually really fucking loud. Seconds later, the phone on his desk starts to ring.

“Agente Peña.” - he picked up.

“Hello, you…” - you say to him, in a sexy tone. 

You’re looking through your office window, as Javier’s posture flinches. He’s not expecting you to be this bold at work. He knows you’re really uptight about these things.

Javier clears his throat and tries to put on his usual stoic act.

“What do you want?”

“Not saying my name, pretending to be annoyed so as not to alarm Steve… You’re better at sneaking around than I thought, Javi.”

“You know me so well… What do you need this time?” - Javier responded, ironically. 

Steve looked at him, confused.

“You, Javi. I need you. This morning wasn’t enough… Come here to my office.”

He looked at your window, observing your sly smile. 

“Well, that certainly gets my attention. I’ll be there in a bit… You should know I’m in a terrible mood, I did not get much sleep last night” - he teases you in the same annoyed tone.

Steve looked at him, shocked.

“And that’s your fault… You barged into my place, did you forget about it?”

“I didn’t forget. I’ve been remembering every minute of it.”

“Oh, you've been remembering?” - you're a little surprised.

“I certainly have…” - Javier tries to hold back a smirk.

“Control your face, Javi. No one can know about us… Not even Steve.” - you recall him.

“I may not be able to do it if you keep talking to me like that.” - his tone is serious, but you know what he actually meant.

“Stop it…” - you laugh.

“You’re the one who called, you stop it!” - his tone sounded harsh, but his eyes on you were full of lust.

You’re both having so much fun with all that teasing.

“That’s true, I did… So stop fooling with me and come to my office, Javi.” - you whisper.

Javier holds back a smile and respond:

“I’m on my way.” - he hangs up.

He gathers some random files, to help him disguise his visit to your office. As he does it, Steve asks:

“Hey, where you going?”

“Y/LN’s office.”

“Good luck and I hope she doesn't kill you...” - Steve snorted.

Javier rolled his eyes and knocked on your door.

“Come in.” - you tell him, in your normal voice.

Peña stepped in, closing the door behind him.

Without looking at him, reading a file in front of you, you demand:

“Lock the door and close the blinds, Peña…” - the same cold tone that hid all your arousal.

His face holds a smug grin, anxious. 

You get up, look at him, sit on your desk, as he is across the small office, after he closed the blinds.

He stared at you, you can tell he's holding back his urge to pull you into his embrace. 

“Did you miss me?” - you teased Javi.

He gives up on the little self control he's got and comes closer to where you're sitting on the desk. His fingers softly moves along your legs and then your back, as he leaned down your ear and whisper:

“I did, cariño…”

“I missed you too.” - you coo. - “I know it’s not like me to act like this while we’re at work, but… I can’t think about anything else besides how you ate me up on my kitchen table…”

Javi smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. He pulled you closer, kissing your neck before leaning his head back, breathing in your scent. 

“I don’t see how that could possibly be a bad thing… I was looking forward to doing a replay of that for the entire day, I couldn’t think of anything else… Oh fuck, you smell so good… Please don’t tell me it’s the same fucking perfume you used in the first night we’ve got together…”

“Okay, I won’t tell you…” - you respond, with a sly smile.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, cariño…” - he whispers and kisses you passionately.

The way he touches you is so addictive.

“Oh damn, you’re wearing that shirt that smells like me… The one from the first night…” - you observed.

Javier chuckled.

“I thought it’d be perfect for today… It smells like you and you’re all I can think about.”

“No one noticed, right?” - you question him, kinda afraid. - “Not even Steve? You know we have to be careful…”

“Calm down, Agente Y/LN.” - he said. - “Steve didn’t notice, I’m sure he thinks we’re arguing. Changing the subject a little, to help you relax, I was thinking…” - Javier starts, as his hands move to the flounce of your dress and slowly lifts it. - “We could go on a date tonight, would you like it?” - His hands go to your pussy, to find out that you’re not wearing panties. - “What a dirty girl, cariño… You forgot about wearing panties, when you picked this dress today?”

“I’m not Agente Y/LN for you and I’m not providing evidence against myself to you, Agente Peña…” - you mumble, as he felt how slippery your pussy was, so wet for him already.

“Oh, you’re not, Agente Y/LN? Interesting…” - he coats your folds, moving his fingers as you slightly open your legs and and looks at him.

“Oh, fuck…” - you moan almost inaudibly. - “It’s no-not ‘Agente Y/LN’ for you, Peña… It’s Jefe Y/LN.” - you answer.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” - he pretends to be remorseful, as his index finger teased your hole. You know he’s not sorry. - “Jefe Y/LN, tell me…”

“Ye-yeah, Peña?”

“Did you or did you not forget your panties on purpose this morning, so you could mess around with me?”

You moan, looking at Peña��s smirk. Sometimes, you wish to punch and kiss his face at the same time. 

He inserts his index finger on you, slowly, torturing you.

“Yes, I did.” - you confess, between moans.

Javier’s smile grows and he puts his middle finger. 

“That’s it, cariño… I just wanted the truth.” - he responded to your confession. His fingers continued to work and you could feel your orgasm building on your gut. Javier seemed to know your body better than any man who ever touched you.

“Oh, Javi!” - you moan softly. - “That’s so good, keep going.” - you demand.

“Do you think you can demand anything in your position, cariño?” - He asked. His voice was arrogant as usual. - “No, cariño, I’m done with you calling the shots for the past few weeks. It’s my turn now.” - he toys with your pussy for a bit more and takes off his fingers.

“You’re mean, Peña.” - you groan, missing his touch. 

He smirks, looking deep in your eyes. Without saying a word whatsoever, he pulls you off the table and spins you, so you turn your back on him. He lifts the remaining fabric covering your ass and slaps you.

“Fuck!” - you hiss. - “What are you doing, Peña?”

You hear his belt opening and zipper going down.

“Giving you what you asked for, but in my way.” - answer. - “Hold on the desk, cariño.” 

You obey, as he slides into you, with his big fat dick.

Javier’s hands traveled, one tapping your mouth and the other on your throbbing clitoris, circling it fast.

He bit your flash, to shut him up and not alarm what was going on behind your office’s doors.

Both of you came just a few minutes later, holding back all your noises.

Gasping for air and tucking himself into his pants, Javier asks:

“So, I pick you up at 8?”

“Yeah, knock on my door at 8h… But where are we going, Javi?” “Será una sorpresa, cariño.” (It’ll be a surprise) - he said.

*

At 8 PM sharp, Javier knocks on your door, wearing that black leather jacket that fits his broad shoulders, black pants, boots and button shirt. He was sweating, but had nothing to do with the weather: that night was, surprisingly, a bit chilly.

You opened the door, with a big smile on your face. His eyes widened when he noticed your pretty dress: a bit different from your work clothes, your dress was short, loose and white, hugging your waist and loose in your hips. 

You two, as a couple, were almost a Yin and Yang picture. 

“You’re gorgeous, cariño.” - Javier recognized.

“Thanks, Javi… You’re not so bad on the eyes yourself.” - you respond. - “Wanna come in for a drink?”

“As much as I’d love to, I’d rather just go… I’ve got no self control, cariño.”

“Okay, lead the way, Javi. I’m quite curious.”

* Javier takes you to a bar downtown, however, he didn’t know that was a reggaeton dancing night. You insisted on staying, as you were eager to see him dancing. 

A few drinks later, you begun your plan:

“Come on, Javier! You’re Tex-Mex… You’re telling me you can’t dance?” - you tease him.

“It isn’t a can’t, it’s a won’t dance.” - he rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah? Let’s see.” - And you simply get up and start dancing by yourself, luring looks.

Javier was astonished at how bold you were… Your body moved sensually and naturally as the music played.

A random guy tried to approach you, inviting you dancing, and the fire from Javier’s desire turned into a sea of jealousy flames.

As you’re about to turn the guy down gently, Javier finished his drink in one sip and he scared the guy off.

“I thought you weren’t dancing with me, Javi.” - you whisper in his ear, provoking him again.

His hands pulled your hips to touch his, leading you to dance with him. To your surprise, Javier was actually a good dancer. He spins you, making you stay at the same position he fucked you earlier, but with all those clothes dividing you.

“Well, I wasn't, to be honest… But you’re something else, cariño.”

Javier's voice was so full of desire… Since your ex, you couldn’t remember the last time he or any other did that to you. Javier not only expressed you by using words, but by showing you, touching you. 

“Oh my God, Javi… You’re making it so hard…”

“Hard?” - he asked.

“Hard for me to resist you.”

He spinned you, so you could look at him. His eyes were warm, burning for you. At that moment, it felt like only the two of you were there, at the bar, with those sexy reggaeton songs playing.

“Why are you still holding back, cariño?” - he asked, in a tone that made you feel something else in your chest. He wasn't demanding, he wasn't angry. He wanted to understand you, make you feel comfortable with him. One hand was on your waist, holding you against him and the other fondled your face, not letting you look away. You could feel his big body embracing you, holding you firmly, not in a way as if you were fragile, but as if you were precious.

“Javi…” - your voice was nothing more than a whisper. - “How about we continue this somewhere more private? We can go back home… My place or yours?”

“Yours, cariño… Let's go.”

***

Arriving at your place, you both are a bit nervous, not knowing exactly what to say or how to begin an awkward conversation.

“Care for a drink, Javi?” - you ask him, while serving you one more shot of whiskey,

“Sure. Neat, please.” 

“My kind of man…” - you joke, smiling and handing him the drink.

You toast, in silence.

“So…” - you start. - “Are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room or not?”

“Well… We can do it, of course. But if you don't wanna do it right now, it’s okay…”

“We kinda have two options: we could actually talk about it or we could do something more… Interesting, per say…”

“I’m listening, cariño…” - Javier lifted his chin and eyebrows, his eyes full of lust, his mind going through possibilities on what you both could do.

You just look at him with a mischievous smile, not responding to him verbally, also fantasizing all the things you’d wanted to do, without knowing how to begin.

Next

[latenitewaffles]

Just a little Kiss Ryuji Day short fic... featuring my OC, Katsuro Sanada! This is entirely OC x Canon content, so if you don't vibe with that, go away!

Katsuro Sanada's never been one for the cold- The Sapporo Jail wasn't an exception. Somehow it never crossed his mind that the Metaverse could get unseasonably cold, despite having previously been in Futaba's Palace a year prior. Katsuro shuddered- he was sitting in the hot sun and still felt chilled to the bone. He couldn't fathom why he still felt this way, but at least his phone was providing his hands with some warmth...

"I got the drink you asked for, and Sophie's ordered some winter gear... hey, dude, are you... sure you're alright?"

Katsuro looked up from his phone at Ryuji, who was handing him a hot coffee with a look of concern on his face. He took the mug and immediately started chugging it, somehow ignoring the searing temperature of the liquid.

"Dude..." Ryuji said, his look of concern increasing.

"Uh... what's up?"

"What's up is that you just downed a thing of coffee that's straight off the stove!"

"Oh. I didn't even notice the heat."

Ryuji sighed and put his hand against Katsuro's forehead, then immediately recoiled.

"SHIT- DUDE! Your skin's ICE COLD! Did you get frozen by one of those Hee-ho's and not tell us?!"

"I might've? I dunno, I felt like I was frozen the entire time I was there... they're called Jack Frost, by the way."

"Are you for real right now...? You could be frostbitten right now and you're getting into semantics..."

"If it was frostbite, my skin would be red and swollen. It's just... negative effects from the Ice spell, that's all."

Ryuji frowned. He couldn't argue with that, frostbite was pretty noticeable, and well, it just wasn't there.

"Fine... I'm gonna sit next to you till you feel better though. Don't want one of my best friends getting sick on me, heh~" Ryuji smiled and sat next to Katsuro on the bench.

"You're... awful close."

"Well, duh! You're cold, and I tend to run hot, so..."

Ryuji put his arm around Katsuro's shoulder and pulled him close, beaming brightly the whole time. Katsuro's face turned bright red- he hadn't been this close to Ryuji before, and, well... Ryuji was someone Katsuro had quite the crush on. The feeling of cold was disappearing quickly, replaced by warmth.

"Hey, you're warming up, dude! Oh, um... hey, are you... blushing?"

"A-ah, u-um, no...?"

"... I can see your face, bright as day, Katsu."

"W-well, um..."

Katsuro suddenly had an intense urge to either plant a kiss right on Ryuji's mouth... or run off and pretend nothing happened. But... hell, it's not everyday something like this just happens. Katsuro looked back at Ryuji... and went for it.

Ryuji went wide-eyed. One minute, he was helping his friend warm up, the next, the same friend had kissed him. On the lips. Spontaneously. Unprompted. Ryuji felt his own face heat up as he leaned further into the kiss. It was completely unexpected, sure... but definitely not unwanted. Unfortunately, their moment was quickly cut short by Futaba's noseyness.

"Hey, lovebirds! Our winter gear's here, so we're gonna go back into the Jail! Get back in the Phantomobile!"

"Ok, ok, jeez... Hey, uh, Katsu... can I have another kiss for the road?" Ryuji asked sheepishly. The normally cool and confident Skull was blushing like crazy, and Katsuro couldn't help but laugh.

"Heh, sure... cutie."

"D-don't call me that!"

"Whaaaatever~"

[sunghoonalter-archived]

❣︎ ⎯⎯ temptation incarnate

Idol pairing: Jake x fem!reader

Genre: smut, church boy/girl au

Warnings: usage of maybe 4 pet names, fingering, sacrilege, inexperienced!reader, lots of kissing, semi-public sex (it's in a confessional), mild profanity, corruption kink.

Synopsis: what you thought was confessing your sinful thoughts of corrupting an innocent church boy to a priest turned out to be telling the boy himself you wanted him and him giving you what you want.

A/N: so hi ho! This just so happens to be my first (and probably last) smut I've written on here, so if it's shit I'm so sorry. Since this is my first, feedback is most definitely appreciated in any form, specifically rbs and comments!

Enjoy I guess!

You stood outside the confessional, wiping your hands down on your dress before finally entering. As you sat down, your hand immediately made its way to your forehead, giving it a gentle touch as your hand does the same to your lower chest, moving to your left shoulder and then your right.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned."

You said, keeping your eyes on your lap. "I don't remember exactly how long it's been since my last confession." You closed your mouth, parting it so slightly. "My sins are," your voice was soft. "Shameful."

The mere thought of speaking them aloud made you afraid, fearing it would make it more real. A few weeks ago, you would never have thought such things but now they're all you could think about. Impure, disgusting thoughts that you can't find the words to confess.

But the man on the other side is patient. You know that the priest is there as he said only two words since you'd entered.

"Tell me."

His voice sounded.. different. He didn't sound like the priest you saw every Sunday, but you were too focused on your thoughts to notice. You two sat in silence as you finally found the courage to speak, knowing you needed to if you had any chance of forgiveness.

"For the past few weeks, I've had thoughts and dreams. Dreams so vivid they almost feel real. Repetitive thoughts all filled with nothing but impurity. Filled with nothing but one person."

You exhaled deeply. "I kneel before him as I would before God. I feel him on my skin and even taste him on my tongue. I ache when I think of him and feel so full when I dream of him. It's almost as if he's taken over me."

Your fingers clutched onto the hem of your dress as you continued to speak, feeling shame for saying such things to a man of God.

"I dream of turning him from a holy and pure soul into one with the sole purpose of filling me when I wake up empty from my dreams. I even try reenacting his touches in my thoughts to please myself, only to fail and leave me in more shame."

You stopped talking, holding onto your dress before you hear the priest speak, slightly surprised that you hadn't noticed the unfamiliar voice sooner.

"How does he touch you in your dreams?"

You blinked, not expecting to be asked that but you were told that priests asked all kinds of questions if they needed clarification on certain things.

"He touches me all over," you said, sounding smaller than when you entered. "He leaves a burning trail on my skin, touching wherever he can get his hands on. But I dream a lot of him.. uhm," you gulped.

"Of him?" The voice on the other side asked, beginning to sound distant, even a hint of a smirk in his tone.

"I dream of him touching me in the most intimate of ways, in the most intimate of places." You said softly, tensing up as you spoke. "And when I try doing it, it doesn't feel the same. If anything, it makes me think of him more."

It's at this point, your thighs are clenched together as you try to calm the ache coming from in between them. The fact that merely talking about it was causing this felt even more shameful.

"Every other offense is just as the other, they're never ending," you said to finish off. "I'm sorry for all of these, and all my sins."

The air was filled with silence when you finished. You couldn't even hear his breath or your own. You must've shamed him, you thought. Moments have gone by and he hasn't given guidance or even a prayer.

"Will you not absolve me, Father?" You sounded timid as you looked in the direction of the priest, who sounded as though he were shifting around.

Suddenly you heard the sliding door on the other side open and close. You blinked in confusion, wasn't he supposed to say something?

Your eyes stay glued to your lap as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

"Do you think you deserve absolution?"

The voice caught your attention, eyes widening when you met eyes with its owner. Your lips were parted but you were too stunned to even think of anything to say.

There he stood, the very man of your dreams, leaning against the door frame of the booth. The one plaguing your thoughts since the day he first arrived.

His dark brown hair was neatly styled, dressed in his Sunday best. The soft candle light coming from behind him gave off a heavenly glow, as if an angel were standing before you. The embodiment of innocence and purity.

Yet the small smirk on his face should've been the first sign that the innocent little church boy you met a few weeks back was nothing more than a facade.

"From what you told me," he began as he took a seat next to you, closing the door behind him. "You're already on the road to not being worth saving."

Your thighs couldn't hold themselves together any tighter, his presence only made the ache worsen. The air around you was filled with his scent, your ears filled with the sound of his voice, your eyes focused on nothing but him. He was everywhere, there was no escaping your desire.

"I'm not," you managed to say softly. You were convinced that you could still be saved.

"Really?" He asked as he scooted closer. "Dreaming of turning this 'holy and pure' soul into something that'll fill you up whenever you want sounds a bit.. how do I say it?" He pretended to think. "Maybe.. indecent? Dirty? Slutty even?"

With every one of his words, your hands fought the urge to quiet him down. Until his last word when you practically leapt forward to hold your hand over his mouth.

"Shh, someone's gonna hear you!" You whisper-yelled, clutching his mouth shut to silence him, afraid of someone finding you together but mostly to stop his voice from affecting you even more.

You could feel him chuckling underneath your hand. You're sat with a confused expression as he slowly moved your hand away from his mouth.

"Princess, there's no one here." It was as if a mountain of butterflies escaped inside your stomach from the pet name. "It's just me and you here."

You couldn't help but wonder if you should be thankful as Jake moved even closer.

"You probably haven't even held hands with a boy let alone kissed one, have you?" His voice grew softer as he spoke with a gentle smile.

You shook your head. In all honesty, you were never allowed near the opposite sex so Jake’s proximity was already new to you.

"Can I?" He stuck his hand out.

You nodded slowly as you clutched onto his hand. "Congratulations, you're straying further from the shepherd, little lamb," he snickered.

This time, you moved closer to him. It was all so slow but so fast at the same time. You couldn't control your body anymore as it drew itself towards him.

"Can you kiss me?" It came out as a breathy whisper. "Please?"

"Well since you asked so nicely," he said as he brought his hand to your nape, pulling you gently towards him as he closed the gap between you two. The second his lips touched yours, it ignited the most satisfying of fires within you. He let go of your hand to place it on your waist, spreading the fires to wherever his hand moved.

He was patient with you, knowing you had no experience in kissing. It was almost cute to him how you sat completely still as he did all the work. But the small whine you let out when he pulled away was nothing short of adorable.

"Since it's obvious you don't know what you're doing," Jake smiled, trying to hide a snicker. "Just relax and follow my lead, okay?"

You nodded as you closed your eyes. You grasped onto his blazer as he dove back in, keeping his kiss slow and gentle. It all felt like a sin but his soft lips tasted like a dream.

He didn't bother hiding his hunger as he deepened the kiss, feeding on your innocent whimpers. You could feel his shit eating grin against your lips as your grip on his sleeves tightened to try holding back your moans of newfound pleasure.

He somehow deepened the kiss further, leaving you unable to breathe through the miniscule breaks he gave you. Your one hand stayed on his arm while the other shot up to his hair, softly gripping a handful.

The air grew thick and hot when he pulled away. He must've noticed your slightly louder protests as he let out a chuckle. You would much rather be suffocated by his sinfully sweet kiss than breathe the tense-filled air.

His hands made their way to your waist, giving it a little squeeze. One of his hands moves ever so slowly down your hip, stopping to rub small circles on it with his thumb.

Could he feel himself setting your body on fire? Was he waiting for you to say something? Did he want to keep listening to your laboured breaths knowing he caused it?

"Jake," you finally breathed out, grasping the hand on your hip.

"Yes, y/n?"

The way your name rolled off his tongue was too satisfying. You were too stuck in the moment, too stuck on him.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Hm," he smiled. "For a virgin, you're an eager little slut, huh?"

Your heart skipped a beat and you weren't sure if it was the name calling or his sickeningly sweet tone but all you knew was that you wanted to feel more, and you wanted him to do it.

"Please do something," you whined softly, parting your legs just a bit to try signalling him closer. "Please."

His eyes darted towards your shifting legs, looking back into your eyes. "You want me to touch you?"

You nodded, shifting a bit more in your seat.

"Just like in your dreams?" He asked, removing his hands from you. You give him a nod more frantic than the last. "Tell me, how exactly do I touch you?"

Jake’s eyes were focused on your hands, waiting for your demonstrations. You felt small under his intense gaze, not sure where to start.

"Uhm, well, you," you mumbled, holding your hands up, too shy to open your legs any further as you know you'd soak your already damp underwear, fearing it may even stain your safety shorts. You weren't sure how much came out of someone when they had temptation staring them down as if they were prey.

He tilted his head slightly, while amused by your shy behaviour, he couldn't help but feel impatient. "Come here," he patted his lap to which you immediately obey, snuggling your back against his chest.

"Take my hands, and show me how you dream of me," his tone grew strict with authority as he laid his hands palms down on your thighs. You hesitantly place your hands on his, slowly guiding them.

"One time, it was here," you push his hands towards your breasts. He pulled you closer, placing his chin on your shoulder. His hands stay where you placed them, giving your breasts a soft squeeze to which he receives a soft squeak in response.

"Like that?" He whispered in your ear, just adding to the shivers he sent through your body with every passing moment.

"Something like that, yeah," you breathed out before moving his hands lower down. He knew exactly where you were taking him, he just liked you telling him exactly what you wanted.

You'd led his hands back onto your thighs, shyness setting in once more before you courageously moved them towards the hem of your pretty white dress. "And here."

He placed a kiss on your shoulder as he moved his hands slowly up your dress himself. "Like this?"

You nodded quickly as you slowly sank into his chest, not able to feel his raging boner underneath you.

Once his hands reached the hem of your shorts, he stopped. "Take it off for me," he said. Your face burned from diffidence as you grew slightly insecure at the thought of him really touching you in the most intimate of places.

Regardless, you did as he said, lifting your hips slightly off his lap to tug your shorts down, shimmying them onto the floor. Your heart pounded as your bare thighs touched each other. It was really happening.

Jake pushed your knees apart, holding them in place with his own so you wouldn't shut your legs. He worked silently, moving his hand further up as the other stayed on your inner thigh with his thumb rubbing gentle circles on it.

You didn't know where to put your hands, keeping them close to your chest to stay out of his way. Small whimpers escaped your lips as his feather light touches made its way to the waistband of your underwear.

"You okay?" He asked, moving you into a new position, in his arms as if he were carrying you bridal style. He figured he'd better get a good angle of the pretty expressions you'd make when you came.

His hand slid back under your dress, his other arm holding you. His finger gently grazed over the damp spot of your underwear, gaining little whimpers from you as his leg managed to trap one of your legs, preventing you from closing them.

"Fuck," he breathed out. "So wet, and all because of me?"

You nodded, snuggling your head into the crook of his neck.

His hand slides into your panties, with his index finger sliding through your folds. Your louder whimpers were luckily muffled as you kept your head buried in his neck, clutching onto his shirt as his finger slid up and down.

His finger was coated in your arousal within seconds, taking his hand out to discard your underwear entirely. You felt yourself clenching on nothing as cold air brushed against your core from him lifting up your dress.

"Ready?" He looked at you, waiting for your answer. You nodded. "Yes," you whimpered as his finger hovered just above your entrance.

He continued moving lazily up and down, enjoying the light twitching of your thighs when he grazed your clit.

Everything about this was new to you. It never felt like anything when you tried it but the bare minimum already felt so good when he did it. But you grew impatient, wanting to urge him to do more.

"More, Jake, please," you mumbled as you tugged at his tie.

"Okay, my darling," he plopped a kiss on your cheek as he picked up his pace, pushing his finger down onto your clit as he rubbed circles on it. He wore a shit eating grin when you squirmed, grabbing onto his sleeve and letting out small uncontrollable moans into the crook of his neck. You were basically at his mercy, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

You were confused when he suddenly stopped, moving your head away from his neck to see if something was wrong, but he just held his finger up.

"Wanna taste yourself?" Jake asked, bringing his finger to your lips. You looked at him with uncertainty before opening your mouth, him pushing the digit inside and being sure to slide against your tongue.

It was an interesting taste to say the least, one you weren't sure you wanted to taste again. But he kept his finger in your mouth, thrusting it in and out to ensure you cleaned it. You parted your lips as he dragged his finger out with a noticeable string of saliva attached.

"And?" He asked as he moved his hand back to its rightful spot between your legs.

"It's okay," you muttered, licking your lips.

"Hm, lemme try," he said, using his other hand to push your head down, encapsulating your lips in another sweet kiss.

Yet it's short-lived once he switches to his middle finger, collecting more of your arousal as he deepened the kiss. But once he saw his opportunity, he slowly slid his finger inside your aching pussy, sliding his tongue into your mouth once you parted your lips to let out a groan.

You clutched onto his shoulders for what felt like dear life as his finger seemed to stutter. "You're so fucking tight," he hissed as he pulled away. You tried your best to relax, melting into his hold, keeping a slow and steady pace.

"Ahh!" You moaned into his neck once he curled his digit. Never before would you have thought a man's mere finger could bring you so much pleasure.

His pace quickened, giving you barely any time to adjust the new speed as he randomly curled his finger once more. He kept you squirming and whining, knuckles white from how harshly you clutched onto his sleeve.

"Hmmph!-" You crept further into his neck, trying to keep your sounds as soft as possible despite the squelching noises caused by his near mercilessly thrusting and the sound of his palm sma king against your core echoing against the walls of the confessional.

Not long after, he slowed down, giving your body enough to cool down before he gently pushed a second finger in.

"Fuck!" You cried into his shoulder, moving your hips slightly to keep the pace going, trying to ease the sting of the stretch. "Oh, God~"

"God's not here, angel," he muttered into your ear as he kept his fingers moving. "It's just you and me." But he gave you even less time to adjust, moving at his quickened pace again. "Touch yourself like I did," he commanded. You moved your head away from his neck, keeping your mouth shut to avoid any chance of someone hearing your erotic sounds, releasing his sleeve to try fulfilling his command.

You brought your index finger up to his mouth, with your other hand holding yours closed. He stuck his tongue out for you to collect his saliva, to which you slide your finger across it before bringing it down to your swollen clit, rubbing harsh circles on it.

It was all overwhelming: the pace of his fingers, the pace of yours, the thought of getting caught. Most importantly, that you were too far gone for any shred of forgiveness that there was no use asking for any.

You were no longer a child of God, but in all honesty you never were. The second you laid eyes on Jake those weeks ago, you were his.

Your climax began to build up faster than you'd anticipated, your body readying itself for the strong release even though you knew you weren't ready. "I'm, hmmph, I-" You tried to announce, just to give Jake the heads-up to slow down a bit but he only moves faster.

You didn't have enough time to move your head into his shoulder again, forced to throw your head back as silently as you could. Your mouth swung open as your climax finally hit, body convulsing in the most satisfying way.

It was hard to catch your breath, coming out as hoarse noises as Jake’s fingers began to slow down before halting. Your body felt weak in his hold. He'd pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you clenching on air, almost saddened to be emptied and wanting nothing more than for him to fill you again.

He brought his hand up to his face, licking off your juices, wiping his hand off on his blazer. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, softly pushing you back onto the seat. You struggled to catch your breath as you watched him pat your legs dry with a handkerchief from his inside pocket.

He brought it up to your forehead, patting the sweat away. "What about you?" You mumbled.

"What about me?" He smiled as he fixed your hair.

"Don't you need to get off too?"

He snickered. "So fucked out and still worried about me, how cute." He helped put your underwear and shorts back on, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't worry about that now, let's just get you looking less like you were hit by a truck."

You let out a breathy laugh as he opened the door, picking you up and carrying you out of the booth. As nice as the fresh air of the chapel was, you'd rather bury your face in the crook of Jake's neck, breathing him in.

"So," he leaned in close to whisper.

"When are we doing this again?"

[savoryscribbles]

Whoever I Want Reacting to You Wearing Revealing Clothes

A/N: Ello!!! had this idea for awhile now, so here it is! I tried to make these as long as possible, but idk I just couldn't come up with a lot for some of them, srry.

I'm also not comfortable with anyone reading this who's below the age of 16-17ish cause it's heavily suggestive.

Also, reblog please? Let's me know you all actually read/like the content I make

Genshin Masterlist | Writing Masterlist

Parings: Zhongli, Childe, Albedo, Gorou, Thoma, Scara, & Xiao x gn(ish)!reader

CW/Content Warnings: uses the word "chest" but in those situations they could definitely be read as like a flat chest, swearing, mentions of food in Thomas, spoilers for Sangonomiya's story quest(Gorou's), light mentions of murder(it's an off handed joke)(Scara's), general mentions of them dying because of your hotness

Tags: spicyyy, fluff, men admiring your body(consensually), shyTM boys, ur kinda a little shit in Scaras

Zhongli:

Pretends not to notice

Like you'll arrive on your date with your chest almost fully exposed and he'll still be talking about his damn Othmanthus wine

It's a different story if you point it out, simply "do you like my outfit?" Or "I wore something a little out of my comfort zone, I hope you like it?" He loves it trust me.

He will reassure you, he just didn't want to make you uncomfortable, so he tried to avoid staring as much as possible. But if you give him permission?

Oh ho ho, this man will not take his eyes off you, even if he's talking about his day, or rocks, or really whatever, he'll just be looking at you up and down.

It's not like a hungry gaze though? It's more like a deep appreciation, it's not filled with lust, it's more a 50/50, it obviously has some lust in it, but that doesn't overpower the sheer amount of love this man has for you.

Won't touch you, even if you tell him it's okay. Thinks that's something to do in private, or at least, farther away from people. Not in a tight packed restaurant.

Childe:

Hand; all over you.

Obviously they wouldn't be if you were uncomfortable. But if you are comfortable with it... there's no getting away from him(you can't escape debt). If you're eating dinner, his hand won't leave your thigh, and if you both take a stroll afterwards, instead of his hand being in yours, as it normally is, it's found wrapped snuggle around your waist, rubbing gently up and down.

If you two share a kiss, he's hands might wonder further, running up your thigh, it's definitely gonna end steamy. Who could blame him? His partner just looks so good tonight, and he's the one and only person who gets to indulge in them? Sign him up!

Will complement you endlessly "your outfit fits you perfectly love." Will mumble under his breath "remind me to contact a tailor." Wants more outfits like these, where he can see you, feel you, hold you.

Oh and if anyone tries to cat call you, their name might end up on Wangsheng's lists of customers.

Albedo:

Stares, but tries not to get caught(definitely gets caught)

To shy to say he likes your body.

Imagines his hands running all over you.

If you make your way over to him, and ask him about your outfit, he won't be as shy to admit he likes it.

Does get hella blushy tho.

"Sucrose is this what a boner feels like?"

Wants to touch you so bad, but he's afraid he might actually explode.

Will actually explode if you grab his hands to touch you.

Buttttt if you get him alone... things might be a bit different. He will definitely be smirking(like the one in the trailer) and drag his hands up and down your body. Lightly brushing over your sensitive parts(not like your private ones? Like idk the back of your neck or anywhere else that's sensitive)

Gorou:

Blushyest man out here, but I think he's naturally confident, because that's kinda something you need to be a general. So I think he's have the guts to approach you.

He stutters his way through "y-you you look v-very sexyinthatoutfit(you look very sexy in that outfit)!"

He says that then bolts, "Her Excellency had to have written a solution to this somewhere."

All in all he's just afraid to see your negative reaction, even though there isn't one.

You're gonna have to chase him down, cause he really doesn't think he can face you. It's pretty easy to catch up to him though because he didn't expect you to follow him(because let's be honest, you could not outrun this man if you tried).

He thinks your gonna yell at him D: his tail even goes between his legs and he starts apologizing.

"I'm so so so sorry for objectifying you, please forg-" "it's okay Gorou." "-ive.. me, what?" "I said it's okay Gorou, you weren't objectifying me, and thank you, for calling me sexy."

This man is beet red by now, and honestly is incapable of forming a proper sentence, so just kiss him already smfh.

Thoma:

He will literally walk up to you and say this: "Are you a hot pot, cause you are just made of snacks." Tf does that mean Thoma?

He's lucky you love his cornyness.

Overall would be a gentleman, and refrained from touching you, even if you invited him to. As much as he would love to run his hands all over you, he has a status to uphold.

Not really different when you get him alone. The only difference is he'll take you up on your offer, and will gladly run his hands up and down your back.

Scara:

Looks at you for not even a second then turns on his heals and walks out of whatever gathering you both were attending.

You follow him outside, worried if your outfit was to showy.

It's not, he's just a big baby who doesn't want strangers to see him blush. In fact, he won't even admit to you that he's blushing.

"Aw Scara, why's your face bright red?" "Shut up, I will literally kill you." "I doubt that, you look handsome yourself by the way." Stop please, this man will literally combust, I am not joking.

"You're going to pay for this." "You promise?" There's no way in hell either of you are going back to the party.

Xiao:

Are you trying to cause this mans premature death?

This 2000+ y/o adeptus is not prepared to handle you and all your glory. Please don't be surprised if he just evaporates.

You feel like you did something wrong so you try calling for him, "Xiao? Xiao I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He feels kind of guilty because you didn't do anything wrong, you just look, so. damn. hot.

"Hmph, you didn't do anything. You just, look really good." He responds as he reforms on the balcony. And your shocked tbh, you thought he actually left.

He's still not convinced of you tell him it's alright if he looks at you, can't help the guilt build up. But honestly, you just have to reciprocate the same energy, if you look at him as much as he looks at you, he won't feel guilty, just flustered.

[yan-sideblog]

So, since I read your theory on the MDHM mc's ex boyfriend likely being an abusive asshole, it has given me absolute brain rot. So, imagine if the poor MC has a ton of facial scars no thanks to their ex? Accidental or not, I imagine it would only fuck with their mental state even more and having to hide it in any way they can. But can you imagine how Alan would react? Someone... had the absolute gall to hurt his doe eyes, that was infuriating enough. But to permanently scar them not just mentally but physically!? Ho boy, the ex's days would be numbered, dude.

Oh anon ex is gonna have a bad time no matter what. Each new thing Alan discovers is like adding fuel to a forest fire 🔥.

In these HCs Y/N shows Alan willingly but i am working on another piece where they're forced to due to a certain situation.

Alan wasn't exactly sure what to expect when they asked him to wait in their living room while they "took care of something".

Whatever it was it certainly made them nervous, if their wringing hands and refusal to meet his eyes was anything to go by.

Still he wasn't expecting the multiple scars across their beautiful face when they returned.

Granted they weren't giant or as noticeable as some of his but Alan could still tell they were there.

But the look in their eyes? Absolutely heartbreaking.

They looked absolutely terrified. Ready to bolt were it not for their legs rooting them to the spot with an unusual stiffness.

He didn't even need to ask where they got them as his blood began to boil all over again as he remembered what they told him.

About how their ex was more than just an asshole.

How he was a fucking monter who had the audacity to not only treat them like shit but actually lay hands on them.

How Alan promised to himself that the fucking waste of space would be six feet under as soon as he found him.

'Another reason why i hate people.' he thinks trying hard not to clench his fists.

'Don't wanna accidentally scare them off when they already look terrified.'.

After taking a moment to collect himself he staps twords them and slowly raises his hand to the side of their face in a silent question.

It takes them a minute before they timidly nod their head and he carefully cups the side of their face, his thumb lightly rubbing across a thin scar on their cheek.

"I wasn't sure how to tell you." they murmur casting their still wide eyes down "So i figured showing you would be best.".

"Do they make my face look bad?" the words nearly broke his heart all over again.

He tentatively cups their other cheek and raises their face to look him in the eyes.

"Doe eyes i want you to listen to me carefully." his words were soft but serious so they nodded their head.

"There isn't a single fraction of you that i don't find completely beautiful inside and out. Absolutely nothing will ever change that, least of all something done to you by some bastard." he ended the statement with a gentle kiss to their forehead.

When he pulled back his mouth was tilted in a wry smile "Besides in case you haven't noticed I've got a couple scars here and there to.".

His terrible joke managed to get a small chuckle out of them and he was glad.

Said chuckle turned into a surprised laugh as he began peppering their face in kisses.

Alan has enough sense to know that this is only the first step for them, and that they likely cover them up for reasons besides not liking the way they look.

Still he was proud and happy that they were comfortable enough with him to take this step.

[willowbird]

oh your roomates drabble was so cute! if you want, can you do pynch + high school!au + fake dating + “my hands are really dry. sorry about that.”??

HI ANON I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT YOU I PROMISE!

Thank you, hope you enjoy!

(FUUUUUCK I missed writing Pynch. I'm gonna make a Pynch Prompt Game sometime soon, okay? Then y'all can make me write more of these two losers.)

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It was a normal Thursday, until it wasn't.

See, on normal Thursdays, Ronan was late to first period and then slept through part of second, and then willingly suffered a lecture from Adam after third about putting forth effort in school and blah blah blah Adam's eyes were really fucking pretty when he was annoyed. Oh, and his mouth. His mouth did this thing where it tensed at the corners that made Ronan want to nibble the tension away until they parted on a gasp. Then he would...

Well, that was neither here nor there. Because Adam was his friend and one (apparently) did not kiss their friends stupid. So. Whatever.

Point being, it had been a very normal Thursday so far. Late to first period, check. Second period nap, check. Adam's pretty everything during a lecture, check. Fourth period had gone more or less normally as well. But then, in the passing period right before lunch, things got weird.

Parallel-fucking-dimension weird.

Because as Ronan was tossing his books into his locker, Adam hurried up to him and said the most incomprehensible mix of syllables. They sounded suspiciously like "Ronan I need you to be my boyfriend" but that clearly wasn't possible because -as previously mentioned- they were friends and friends didn't date. If Adam were into him like that, Ronan definitely would have noticed. He noticed everything about Adam.

But here was Adam, looking at him with slightly wide eyes, an air of urgency around him. And maybe he didn't say that but he sure as fuck said something so Ronan kicked his own shitty brain into gear and managed not to rasp or stumble as he asked, "Come again, Parrish?"

"I need you to be my boyfriend. Please? Five minutes, I promise."

Wait, what?

"Wait, what?"

Adam looked back over his shoulder but Ronan was still too preoccupied trying to process all of that to even think about what he might have ben looking at.

"Come on, Lynch. You don't give a shit what people think, right? If it's a no, fine. But I need an answer now. Please?" He looked back at Ronan, then, those blue eyes locking on to Ronan's own and holding. He stepped closer. Close enough that their breath mingled as Adam asked again, softer, plaintively, "Please?"

And well, really. What the fuck was Ronan supposed to say to that?

Apparently, "Uh, sure."

Adam's grin was bright but fleeting and dazzled Ronan enough that he must have blacked out for a second and lost time because one moment he was looking into Adam's eyes and the next Adam was beside him and standing in front of them was Jason Peabody. Jason Peabody was a complete tool and thought he was God's gift to Aglionby.

He was also, Ronan knew, utterly infatuated with Adam. It was so disgustingly obvious. He was always showing up wherever Adam was, giving him stupid, shallow compliments on hos pretty his eyes were and how smart he was and how nice his sweater fit. Once, Peabody even went so far as to come pleading to Adam for help because his car "was making a funny noise", then shamelessly ogled him as Adam rolled up his sleeves in the way that made his forearms look like a fucking Greek god's to dig in under the hood. Ronan had almost ripped the fucker's eyes out when Adam had bent over and Peabody's eyes had gone right to Adam's ass.

Fucking letch.

And perhaps this was hypocritical of Ronan, but he thought that Jason Peabody should shove his unfortunate attraction right up his own ass and back the fuck off.

So it was satisfying to be able to watch the smug little grin melt off Peabody's face as he spotted Ronan.

"Oh, Adam, there you are. With... Ronan Lynch. Somehow I keep forgetting you two are friends." He said it lightly, with a little bit of a laugh, like he was teasing, like it was a joke.

Ronan felt his hackles raise and his teeth bare. Because how the fuck could he forget he and Adam were friends? They were together all the time. Adam was always sitting next to him, always looking out for him, always bickering with him and talking to him and giving him shit and trying to get him to better himself.

Ronan opened his mouth, not to say this exactly but something along the lines of 'fuck off', but Adam beat him too it.

Except what Adam said was, "We aren't friends, Jason," --and Ronan's heart went cold in his chest.

Peabody barely had the time to get his smug back on again, though, before Adam was continuing. And what he said sounded an awful lot like, "He's my boyfriend."

As if to prove it, Adam then grabbed Ronan's hand, and fuck it all but their fingers intertwined like magnets perfectly aligned.

And now, well, now it was Ronan's turn to be smug as all fuck. He grinned, baring all his teeth, and slung his arm around Adam's shoulders without releasing his hand, so that Adam's arm crossed over his chest and the other boy ended up nestled under his arm. Like their fingers, the rest of their bodies snapped together like they'd been manufactured to fit, zipped up by fate itself. Adam's head even bopped against Ronan's shoulder as he shifted his weight to lean into him, like it was just that easy.

Before he could feel too gay about that, Ronan honed in on Jason Peabody, who was gaping like a fish and had gone very pale.

"Got something to say, Pea-dick?"

"Pea-dick?" Adam asked, tilting his head to look up at him and Ronan could see the tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth even though his tone was cynical. "Really? That's the best you got?"

Ronan shrugged, keeping the motion small enough not to unsettle Adam's head. "Pea implies small. He's got to have a small dick by how much he's always trying to compensate, chasing you around so much."

"Pea-brain would work better, considering it's his mental facilities that have impeded him from taking a fucking hint. Plus is a pre-existing insult."

"Yeah from like, the eighteen hundreds."

Jason Peabody closed his mouth. He opened it again. Closed it. Opened it. Shook his head.

Then he sputtered, "Wh-what? You two? No. Wait. You're together?"

Ronan raised an eyebrow. "You aren't invited to the wedding so don't even ask."

"You're getting married!?"

Any thought that Ronan was taking the game a little too far into his own fantasies was washed away in a golden light of satisfaction as Adam said, without even a beat of hesitation, "Well we are going to graduate first. I'm not planning even a small wedding while worrying about college applications."

"I told you we can just have it at my church," Ronan said with a sigh, like this was a conversation they'd had many times before. He was actually pretty proud of himself that the words came out in a fairly convincing manufactured exasperation instead of the giddy disbelief attempting to manifest in the center of his chest.

Adam sighed, and this time didn't try to hide the fond smile on his lips - and either he was an even better actor than Ronan or he was genuinely enjoying this and really Ronan did not want to know which it was.

"And I agreed," he said with a small nod. Then he tilted his head back, pulling away just enough for their eyes to meet. "Your church really would be beautiful for the ceremony. But we'd still have to pick a place for the reception and legit planning would have to go into that. And maybe you're okay with just... throwing shit together and seeing where the chips fall, you know I can't do that."

God Ronan wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss him so bad. It would be to help sell the bit! Surely he could explain it away with that, right...?

But no, he wasn't going to kiss Adam. Not unless he knew for real that Adam wanted to kiss him to.

Instead, he just held Adam's gaze, and he smiled. "Yeah," he said, leaning his forehead against Adam's because it was as close as he could get without crossing that line, "I know."

"Well, fuck," said Peabody - making Ronan almost jump a little because for just a second he had kinda forgotten he was even there.

And maybe it was his imagination, but he thought that he felt Adam jump too - like maybe he, too, had gotten caught up in this weird moment where it was just them in a world where they weren't just Ronan and Adam but Ronan-and-Adam.

It certainly was not his imagination, though, that Ronan saw the dusting of rose on Adam's cheeks and down his throat, bringing out his freckles. Adam was blushing, but Ronan wasn't sure why.

"So yeah," Adam was saying now as he looked over at Peabody, "as you can see...." He gestured between himself and Ronan. "Like I said. Taken. Really taken. So, if you could get over yourself enough to back the fuck off - that'd be great. Thanks."

"Right." He still looked a bit stunned - Peabody that was - but he nodded slowly, offered a wobbly smile, and said, "Uh, congrats. And all that..." Then he tucked his proverbial tail between his legs and skittered off.

Ronan watched him go, his arm still around Adam, their hands still joined.

Once he'd vanished around a corner, Adam said, "Thanks for that. Uh. Yeah. Just. Um. Thanks."

"Yeah," Ronan said. "No problem."

This was bullshit, he should be so much better than this teenaged awkwardness - but he didn't really know what else to say, and he also didn't want to let go of Adam. So, well, he didn't.

And neither did Adam for at least another minute.

Ultimately, though, Adam cleared his throat and stepped away. Ronan let him go without resistance but also without hurry - so when Adam failed to let go of his hand, Ronan also did not let go. And they ended up standing there in front of the lockers, looking at each other, holding hands, for another full minute before Adam abruptly cleared his throat and fully released him.

"Uh. My hands are really dry," Adam fumbled, his voice sounding a little tight. "Sorry about that."

"I can get you some hand cream," Ronan blurted before he could stop himself. Then, because blustering just wasn't his style, he doubled down and said, "No reason you should have to suffer when your fiancé can literally dream shit into existence."

Adam blinked, then laughed. And fuck it - Ronan wanted to pocket that sound. Raspy and sharp, filled with edge. It was such a real sound - which said something, because for Ronan reality had always been flexible. "Real" wasn't usually an apt descriptor for him because, to Ronan, anything could be "real". But with Adam... with Adam it was different. Adam was to Ronan like the Earth was to the moon, a center with a powerful gravity that kept him from floating away into a fathomless universe he may never find his way back from.

"Thanks Ro," Adam said with a grin while Ronan was still reeling. Then this boy who really should have been a dream but was possibly the only real thing in Ronan's life, tilted his head and softened his eyes and said, "Oh, and the reception? The only place we could ever have it would be the Barns, don't you think?"

But before Ronan could really process it, Adam had shifted his bag on his shoulder and was turning away to head down the hall. "Come on, Lynch!" the impossibility that was Adam Parrish called over his shoulder. "We're gonna be late for lunch!"

And, well, all Ronan could really do at that point was follow him to the cafeteria, where they met up with their other friends and pretended it was just a normal Thursday.

He could indulge in more gay panic later, though, no worries.

[mimisempai]

Is this the magic of Christmas or just love?

Summary:

Bucky has to play Santa Claus for AJ who still believes in it... and Santa has a special gift for Sam in his sack?

Day 8 : Presents

Notes:

Ho ! Ho ! Ho ! Bucky is here ! And Sam could have the surprise of his life !

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35591800

1258 words - Rating G

Sam helped Bucky put on the Santa suit, giggling a little because Bucky insisted on slipping a pillow into the coat to make a chubby belly.

They had decided to do this for AJ. The boy still believed in the magic of Christmas and Sam didn't want to disappoint his nephew. Even though it was probably the last year, he wanted to do this for him.

"Remind me again why I have to do this?" asked Bucky.

"The reason you're the one wearing the costume is so AJ won't notice I'm not there when he gets his present."

Sam crouched down to help Bucky tie his boots.

"I like having you at my feet," Bucky said in a kinky tone.

Sam replied, "No naughty Santa, please."

They froze as the door slammed open.

"What the hell are you doing? AJ noticed you weren't here Sam!" muttered Sarah, annoyed.

"Shit!"

Sam was about to rush to follow his sister, but changed his mind and retraced his steps, pulled Bucky by the white fur collar of his Santa outfit and kissed him on the nose. He stepped back, and shrugged, "Sorry, but this is the only part of your face that's still kissable." Then he squeezed his gloved hand and added, "Thanks for doing this for AJ."

Bucky winked at him and Sam hurried to join Sarah and the kids.

When he arrived in the living room, Sam looked cheerful and exclaimed, "AJ! I think I saw Santa's sleigh outside!"

The boy jumped up and ran to the window, but saw nothing. Bucky, as Santa, took the opportunity to sneak inside, dragging a large bag over his shoulder. AJ turned around with a squeal of delight and rushed towards him, before jumping into his arms.

"Santa!"

"Thank you AJ," Santa exclaimed, "So, have you been good this year?"

"Yes of course, Santa!" replied AJ as he squirmed in Bucky's arms. Then giving the paunchy belly a couple of pats he added, "You ate too many cookies this year, Santa."

"What?" exclaimed Santa. "You little minx! Maybe I'll just walk away with all my presents then!"

Seeing the panic on AJ's face, Cass burst out laughing and Sarah shook her head. AJ left for the kitchen and came running back, "I'm sorry, Santa! Here, have a glass of milk.

Santa took the offered drink and drank slowly. AJ tried to reach for the bag and Santa hid it behind him, pretending to scold AJ.

"Cass" called Santa, "You're the one who's going to help me with the distribution, I don't trust that little rascal!" He winked at Cass, who stood up and came over to him.

"This is for Sarah," Santa said, holding out the wrapped box of chocolates.

Cass passed the box of chocolates to her mother, whose eager face left no doubt about her delight in receiving the chocolates.Her greedy face turned into a shocked expression when she saw that inside was slipped a gift certificate giving her the right to get her favorite chocolates without limit of quantity and frequency during 1 year.

She winked at her brother, blew a kiss to Santa and said, "Thank you Santa!"

Santa nodded and picked up the next gift, turning it over and over even though he knew exactly who it was for. He kept the suspense going before exclaiming, "Ho Ho Ho! This is for AJ!"

AJ almost snatched the gift out of his hands and tore the paper to reveal a brand new skateboard in Captain America's colors. He gave a huge, delighted squeal and hugged Santa again, tightening his arms around his neck. Buky winked at Sam over the boy's shoulder.

"Here's to Cass," Santa continued, smiling.

It was Cass' turn to rave about his state-of-the-art game console. "Mommy, Mommy look!"

Then Alpine also received a special little toy that left her completely unimpressed. Finally Santa took the last gift from the bottom of the bag and handed it to Sam saying, taking advantage of the fact that the children were busy raving about their gifts, "to open a little later."

Sam was intrigued by the small present. He looked around the room.

Sarah was enjoying one of her chocolates with obvious delight on her face with her eyes closed, AJ was already trying out his skateboard in the living room and Cass had already started plugging his console into the TV. Exchanging glances, Bucky and Sam nodded their heads. "Bye kids!" Bucky waved his hand as he left, and Sam added, "I'll see Santa off!"

"Bye Santa!" The children busy with their new activities didn't even look up.

Once out of the living room, Sam and Bucky quietly made their way up the stairs to their room.

As soon as they arrived, Bucky took off the hat, wig and beard and threw them on the bed.

He ran his fingers through the hair plastered by the wig and sighed with relief.

Sam reached over and pulling him to him he kissed him, the way he had wanted to earlier, then whispered against his lips, "Thank you."

"My pleasure, baby."

Bucky nudged him, reminding Sam of the gift in his hands. Sam tore off the wrapping and hesitated before opening it.

It was a ring, beautiful in its simplicity, made of white gold. Seeing that Sam was not reacting, Bucky reached over and took his left hand and passed him the ring which fit perfectly on his ring finger.

Sam looked up and saw that Bucky's eyes were particularly bright when all of a sudden Bucky holding his hand began to speak, "Since I met you, my life has gotten better. I want to grow old with you. I want to be the one to make all your dreams come true. I want to be the one who holds your hands on the path of life.  I want to take all your pain and give you only happiness because your smile brings hope in my life. I want to make you smile for the rest of my life too. I want to be your love forever and you to be mine forever. Will you marry me?"

Sam raised his other hand and wiped away a small tear that was running down Bucky's cheek, he whispered, his gaze planted in Bucky's, "How can you imagine I'm going to say anything but yes?"

Just before he leaned in to capture Bucky's lips, he saw the joy in his eyes that his answer had brought. This joy that was his at this very moment.

They were still kissing when they heard a voice in the doorway.

"I knew it!" AJ exclaimed. "Of course it was Uncle Bucky who made Santa, it could only be him!"

They moved apart but stayed close, and Bucky put his head on Sam's shoulder, watching in amusement as AJ ran around shouting, "I knew it!"

Sam and Bucky realized they had been fooled. AJ was a little old to still believe in Santa. But in the end, it didn't matter. The joy that was his was genuine.

Then Sarah poked her head through the door, "Well?"

Bucky gave a thumbs up and replied, "He said yes."

"Yesssss" Sarah stepped forward and grabbed them both by the neck. The boys jumped up and down around them. When they all returned to the living room a little later and the stereo was blaring "It's the most wonderful time of the year," Bucky thought to himself that yes, it was indeed the most wonderful time of the year. ________

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰

SamBucky Christmas series : here

[mammonprotectionsquad]

Would you look at that! I wrote something that's not about Vandy!

It's rather short, but full of fluff.

Reader is GN and I guess small tw for some cursing? Kinda implied nsfw? Idk...

Also, is Seven's real name still a spoiler? If so, spoiler warning? xD

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! <3

AO3

"That wasn't an invitation!"

Seven x Reader

If you were being honest, you were basically already living at the bunker, considering the fact that you barely spent any time at your own place anymore. Aka, you felt very much at home there. So it was nothing out of the blue for you to move around the house freely, helping Saeyoung with whatever you could. 

Usually that consisted of cleaning, making food and forcing him to take much needed breaks and get some sleep.

Currently you were sprawled out on the couch, concentrated gaze fixed on the TV as you tried once again to beat the final boss of a game. You already lost count of how many attempts had been made, so far. 

When your character died once again, you let the controller drop in frustration and tilted your head back with an annoyed groan, the heels of your palms digging into your eyes. 

"Ugh, fuck me!", you called out, at the same time deciding that that was it for the day. You were more than just done with that stupid game. Any more rounds and you were sure to lose your sanity over it.

But before you had the chance to silently rant more about the game, a very familiar mop of red hair popped up in your line of view and you were met with a huge grin and wiggling eyebrows. 

It took you a moment until you figured out why he gave you that expression. Though as soon as it dawned on you, your face turned bright red and all you could do for a moment was splutter. 

"That wasn't an invitation!" 

"Are you sure about that?", his grin only grew wider, but there was a sparkle in his eyes that you knew all too well. 

Oh, shit..., you thought. Now you had to act fast. 

With a quiet squeal, you opted for leaping over the back of the couch, running down the hall to get some distance between you two. The situation actually made you laugh. It wasn't the first time that something turned into a small cat and mouse game. 

"Oh ho ho, so that's how you wanna play, babe? Beware, God 707 never loses!" Saeyoung didn't lose any more time to chase after you. 

For a while there was bright laughter, bumping into doors and walls, while trying to outrun him. 

You were well aware that he could probably easily catch up to you, because he was taller and let's not forget that he was actually a secret agent. But he always gave you a head start, prolonging the chase and you didn't miss the absolute glee on his face, during your little game. You loved seeing him so happy, thinking that it made him look even more beautiful, than he already did, if that was even possible. 

You didn't know how long your boyfriend had chased you at that point, but when you reached the kitchen, you were panting between giggles, slightly bent over with your hands resting on your knees. 

"Time out! I need to catch my breath!", you called out, before you tried to take a couple deep breaths. 

Saeyoung was still grinning, although also panting a little from the chase. 

"Okay, God 707 will grand his adorable 606 a moment to catch their breath."

Well, that is at least what he said. But at the same time, he was slowly creeping closer, making use of you having your eyes closed. And before you could've even noticed what happened, he was already basically jumping at you, arms wrapping tightly around you and you let out a surprised yelp. 

"Sae! You tricked me!" 

But to be honest, you couldn't even be mad. Not when he looked at you with his bright, happy eyes, face flushed from running after you and that big smile still in place. 

"I said a moment. We never specified how long that would be~", he simply countered in a sing-song voice, and now that you were in his grasp, he began to shower your face in small, playful kisses. On your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your forehead... You made content noises at the affection, a smile breaking out on your own lips. It was impossible to be mad at him, when he was being way too adorable. 

After the kiss attack stopped, the redhead lifted a hand up to brush your hair out of your face, expression softening as he took a moment to just look at you. 

Once again he was wondering how he deserved to be with such an angel, with someone who indulged his antics and could even be as goofy as himself. You always managed to make him feel all warm and fuzzy, even when you were just smiling at him. 

"Do you have any idea just how much I love you?" 

Your own expression softened at that statement and you got on your tiptoes to be able to brush your nose lovingly against his. 

"Well, I hope as much as I love you", you murmured, rested one hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss, which he returned all too happily. 

Slowly, he began to lead you backwards to the couch, until you fell on it and Saeyoung made himself comfortable on top of you, his kisses starting to trail down your jawline and neck, where he eventually left a small mark, the action making your breath hitch. 

"Soo, about earlier... Are you sure it wasn't an invitation?" And like that, he was grinning again, wiggling his brows like he had done when he first showed up in the living room. 

Though it actually took your brain a moment to realize what he was referring to. But as soon as you understood, you bursted out laughing and hit his arm playfully. 

"Saeyoung Choi! I thought we were about to have a cute, wholesome, cuddly moment. And you just had to go and ruin it!" 

He pouted adorably at you. 

"You didn't answer my question..."

Like many times before, your heart melted when he looked at you like that and you began to run your fingers through his hair, which he leaned into and his eyes fluttered shut. 

"First I want cuddles. Then we can see where things are going", you suggested with a wink. 

The way he made himself more comfortable on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, indicated that he didn't seem to have anything against that plan. 

Masterlist

[maximoff56]

I'll do anything for you

Summary: You see marriage as pointless and cringey and when Tom agrees with you on your opinion you think nothing of it. Until one day you hear Tom talking over the phone with Harry.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of family issues, insecurities, guilt.

Word count: 1k+

Tom heard you scoff from across the room, he was sitting on his laptop reading over the script his manager had sent him while you were on your phone, scrolling through Instagram.

"You alright love?" Toms voice caught your attention and you looked up from your phone. Your cousin was getting married and they kept making such a big deal out if it, so much that it was just getting irritating at this point.

"Yea, all good" you dismissed him and went back to scrolling on your phone. Your answer was not bought by Tom and a pillow was thrown at you "you are a child Thomas" You giggled and threw the pillow back at him.

"What is wrong y/n?" His voice was a bit more stern, you sighed not wanting to share the reason. Every time you brought up your opinions on marriage you were judged and out down for them, told thing like 'you're to young to know' or 'you havnt found the right person'

"My cousin is getting married, and I just don't see the appeal. They are actually like she won a Nobel prize or some shit" your eyes were set on the ground so you missed the fall of Toms face. "I personally have never seen myself getting married, it just uh doesn't feel right I guess" when you looked back up at Tom hesitantly he had covered his hurt well and he just nodded along with your statement.

"I agree completely, marriage is quite stupid, a peice of paper doesn't define your relationship" a smile crept over your face when he said that, no one you had ever dated ever agreed with you on marriage and you wrre glad you and Tom had been on the same page.

"You have no idea how relieved that made me Tommy" you jumped from where you were sitting and walked over to him, plopping down next to him on the couch "I love you, and I don't need a stupid peice of paper to prove that" you grinned and pulled him into a kiss.

He kissed back with a smile, he kept his true thoughts about marriage to himself not wanting to make you feel bad. In reality Tom had always planned on a big wedding, he was going to use his grandmothers ring what his mother promised to let him use, he was a sap for really cute weddings and just having the labels of husband and wife, he just loved the thought. Although it seemed thaf it wouldn't ve happening considering your firm beliefs on it.

"I love you too darling" Tom whispered when you pulled away from the kiss, you squealed lightly and kissed his cheek before jumping off the couch and saying something about doing some cleaning but Tom wasn't really listening.

"Fuck" Tom ran his hands down his face and let his head fall back against the couch. Silently cursing himself not telling you is true feelings.

◼

It had been about four days since you and Tom had talked about the whole marriage thing, he was acting a bit off but you pushed it aside, that was until you figured out why.

You had woken up and Tom had already been awake and he was sitting on the couch, phone in hand. You were going to go surprise but you stopped when you heard him talk.

"I know Harry, it's just. I've already dug myself into a hole, how am I just supposed to tell her. I just feel like I've done something wrong but I don't knw" Tom sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Look Tom, she loves you everyone can see it. So what if she doesn't want to get married, does it mean that much to you" you couldn't hear what Harry had said but Tom sure could.

"I know she loves me Harry but I've always pictured this whole big thing when I get married, and now she thinks I hate it just as much as she does, she called it pointless Harry, I don't know how to tell her" you felt awful as you turned away and walked back to your bedroom that you shared with Tom.

You flung yourself down on the bed and ran your hands up snd down your face. You should have noticed that Tom was lying about his opinions on marriage, you guys have been together for three years, you were just so blind sighted that you didn't notice.

"Darlin, oh hey I didn't know you were awake yet" Tom walked into the bedroom, he wore a smile on his face, one you couldn't bring yourself to match "Whats going on, why are you grumpy" he pouted and sat next you while you stayed laying down. "Babe" Tom grabbed one of your hand and interlaced your fingers with his "Talk to me"

"Why didn't you just tell me?" You sat up and Tom gave you some space to get comfortable before he answered.

"What are you on about" he looked confused, he genuinely didn't know what you were on about. There hadn't been much that he hadn't told you of then the marri-

"You love the idea if getting married" you sighed and looked over at your boyfriend who's face dropped as her kept his eye locked on your hand that was in his.

Tom took a deep breath "You just, you seemed to hate it so much. I didn't want to start a fight or anything, we don't need to get married it's just something I always thought I was gonna do"

"Tom, I hate the idea if marriage because my family was torn apart because my parents stayed in an unhappy marriage, same thing with my uncle, they were a great couple but then they got married and that all just went away. I don't want that to happen, I really am sorry that I hate the idea so much. If it's a deal breaker I totally understand" Tom knew you had problems with family and he sympathized with you on that but he just couldn't wrap his head around why you blamed marriage but he knew he didn't want to lose you and if that ment not getting married, he would survive.

"Its not a deal breaker darling, I promise. It's just something I need to adjust to, you know. I would never pressure you into something you wouldn't want to do. I love you" he captured your lips in his and you kissed back immediately.

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It had been about 3 months since Tom had agreed to not get married, you knew it was hurting him deep down but he was pushing it away for your sake and that just make you feel worse.

So now you were sitting at your kitchen table awaiting Tom from returning from two months away for filming. Usually you were excited about him coming home but you were nervous, you had dicided that if getting married would make Tom happy, you'd do it. It wasn't that big if a deal, right?

You didn't have time to think about it anymore when when door to your house swung open "Y/n! Hey I'm ho-" he was cut off when you flung yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Tessa too has also came running from her place of the couch.

"Welk hello to you to darling" he chuckled, his bags long forgotten as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him if that was even possible.

"Marry me" you blurted out when you pulled your face away from the crook of his neck. His eyes widened in pure shock but you had a shit eating grin in your face.

"But uh y-you said it was pointless" Tom couldn't help the smile that played on his lip though, he seriously hoped you were being genuine about this because be didn't want you to feel pressured.

"Yea Tommy I know, but I mean so much to you to have a wedding and though I find it cheesy and sappy. It makes you happy, and when you're happy I'm happy. So what do you say?" You knew that you'd have to figure out a way for you both to enjoy the wedding but right now the look on Toms face was all you needed.

"Yes of course I'll marry you" pulling you into another kiss, you giggled when he tried pulling you closer to him, "Thank you" he whispered against your lips here he pulled away "you don't have to do this for me you know"

"I'll do anything for you"

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 14

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TWs / Summary: Petrolhead dorks! Just Rich People Things. Car sex with daddy Tony! Poor cop LMAO. Snark snark snark. Unsafe driving - don't drive like that unless you know what you're doing! As for the inspiration for this chapter, thanks to @persephonehemingway and her deliciously filthy fic on AO3. Y'know, the one with Beck and Tony and stuff... 😏

@miscmarvelwritings is a lovely beta. Baby gay 🥺✨

Soft, steady rumbling of the engine; it reminded me of a lion's purr. I could feel it under me, reverberating through the driver's seat, whirring beneath my hand as I put the car in drive. It was such a shame Royce had an automatic transmission. Unlike most people, I actually enjoyed driving stick, the option of controlling the speed one gear by one gear was exhilarating.

My face felt hot. I pulled out of the parking lot evenly, driving through the city streets at a moderate pace, not the speed limit-because in a car like this it would be a crime-but not dashing around madly either. The beast under me was to be savoured and savour I did.

"You're enjoying this," Tony quipped cheekily, having made himself comfortable with his feet on the dash. His sneakers laid in a haphazard heap halfway under his seat. A picture of lavish comfort. "Take a left, go on the highway. We can afford to go a little crazy."

Not the one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I followed his instructions, accelerating in excitement. A little past ten o'clock, the cars on that particular stretch of road were few and in-between. The streetlights blinked their greetings, the speedometer surely and steadily climbing over the 80MPH mark.

I laughed. I couldn't keep it in even if I tried; with a car of this size, this weight, such a relatively low speed felt twice as exciting.

"Go faster," Tony ordered, sitting up straighter. "Faster."

"Yes, daddy," I snarked, flooring it. The g-force took hold of us briefly, flattening our backs with the seat. I laughed again, adrenaline pumping throughout my body, giving me that extra attention boost. I easily maneuvered around a couple of minivans around the 110 MPH mark. The engine sang and roared. "Wanna see something cool?"

Tony's pupils were blown wide, the amber irises nearly invisible in the sea of black. He was turned on, incredibly so. "Yes, baby girl," He groaned.

I was familiar with the road just enough to pull off a stunt with the barest bit of luck. Karma was on my side that evening, I wasn't going to waste any more time. My blood sang, demanding a release of the pent-up tension. Another two miles and I spied the dimly lit exit on my right side; not a soul in sight but Tony's wide-eyed wonder, I went in for the kill.

Tires squealed, obscuring my happy little noise and Tony's shocked exhale as I steered into the narrow opening, missing the railings by a mere few inches. The Royce went into full drift, it's wheels automatically locking, and I had no doubt the tires would need a change after this - but we pulled through, the car evening out just as a straight stretch of road appeared again.

The multiple lights flashing were disregarded by me along with quiet angry beeping, I was overtaken by my own bravado. Not once I hesitated but my hands still shook, tiny little tremors. Tony saw it, too, I noticed - gaze hungry, he eyed my left wrist nonchalantly hanging over the steering wheel. We were still going steadily at 100 MPH.

"Tony?" I asked, proud and happy.

"Princess," He answered, breathless. "Pull over, over there," pointing somewhere to my right.

Confused by his sudden change of attitude, I nonetheless, complied, parking on a small patch of concrete. It looked like an abandoned gas station or some creepy shit.

"Come here," As soon as I shut down the car, I felt myself roughly pulled into his lap.

Tony's hands were everywhere, on my hips, on my tits, under my dress. His own arousal in constraints, he positioned me right on top of it, grinding slowly and desperately into my center. I was right there with him, hungry for the way his mouth immediately attached itself to mine, tongue plunging straight into my throat without finesse.

Agile fingers toyed with my breasts and I raked my nails down his throat in retaliation; neither of us knew who moaned first into the kiss. We swallowed the breathy sound, shared it between us. The smell of adrenaline and arousal seeped into the space between us, thick, foggy.

Fumbling around his pants was, probably, not very sexy, but neither of us cared about the article of clothing after pushing it down his hips. There wasn't much space to work with. We managed just fine, the brief moment of discomfort paying off with the delicious stretch of his cock inside me.

"Oh, fu-u-uck, so-o go-o-od," I was ready to pray to any God, as long as I could keep riding the tidal waves of pleasure.

"Yes, fuck me, Princess," Tony parroted the sentiment. His narrow hips stuttered, blunt rip of his cock brushing inside of me, hitting a sensitive spot. Sparks burst from within, urging me to move.

Bracing my knees on the outside of his thighs, I gripped Tony - his shoulders, his hair - for leverage. He loved the tug of war I played with his locks as evidenced by the immediate groan and the tightening of his hands on my ass. He squeezed the flesh without mercy, pulling, sheathing himself as deep as he could within me.

The grinding, the drag of my clit against the soft happy trail on his tummy did it for me. Uncharacteristically quickly, I was coming, arching my back and pushing my tits right into his face where the wet heat of his mouth sloppily, greedily made a trail of hickeys and left the tender flesh stinging in between whispering dirty praises.

Tony's girth felt that much thicker as my inner muscles spasmed. I began bouncing rapidly, chasing that fleeting feeling that turned me into an incoherent, babbling mess and made my spine feel liquid. The man under me matched the vigour, meeting me halfway, fucking up into me as much as the position allowed him to.

"Fuck, Tony, so big," The angle changed as I bent down to devour his mouth once again. The silky tresses between my fingers became a tangled mess.

One of his arms slid under my dress, holding it up and wrapping around me, pressing me close. Tony was getting under my skin. I felt the slick of him through his shirt. The faint glow and scratch of the arc reactor solidified the experience for me - it was so Tony, the most obvious part of him, perhaps, when he wasn't smiling.

His mouth was occupied with ravenously consuming every noise that left me. I was loud, always have been, and there wasn't a situation where it's been as blatantly on display as then - in a dark car, in the middle of nowhere. We shared those noises like a gourmet meal.

"Baby, baby girl," The tell-tale tightening of his abs was an obvious signal to his incoming orgasm. "Fu-u-uck". He seemed beyond words.

"Tony, please, I'm so close," I begged him to hold on, just a moment more, my own release a glimpse on the horizon. He moaned, deep and low in his chest and I felt it - right there, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

Suddenly, a sharp sting blossomed on my backside. My pace stuttered at the sudden pain; and the following thrill had me increase my pace, pussy squeezing around his cock, clutching at it in hopes of finding release. The need ached.

"Baby girl, come for me," Tony ordered, winded and stuttering, causing me to grip his shoulders, nails digging into taut, tan skin. I was nearly there, the fall approaching inevitably. How did the man manage to sound so cheeky whilst being ridden to near-death, I didn't know, but his next words had me muffling a scream into the pristine, expensive fabric of his blazer. "Come for Daddy."

I wasn't sure of the sound that I made while my body involuntarily obeyed his orders. I shuddered momentarily, following with another curl of my toes as I felt the hot seed of his release spill right into me, curses being muttered in my ear and his arms, his hands, him bodily holding himself as close to me as humanly possible. We stayed like that - maybe it was an hour, or maybe it was just five minutes. It felt heavenly.

"My jeans are FUBAR," Tony suddenly snorted.

"I think one of the straps on my dress is somewhere in the backseat," I parroted him. "Good times."

"Indeed," He stretched under me, gently, as to not dislodge me too much.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the driver's side window. A faint outline of a flashlight shining behind the glass - I was very much grateful for the fact that all the glass on Tony's car was tinted.

Of course, both of us were unprepared: startled, we jumped, spreading the mess from between my thighs all over the place. Groaning, I climbed over the console and rolled down the window a couple of inches, noting how Tony had one of his gauntlets shining - and a police officer's equally shiny badge greeted me. Grumbling, I rolled the window the whole way down.

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask your license and regi-whoa, um, I'm- good evening, Mr. Stark," The cop was young and very obviously hadn't slept very well. The words he mumbled on autopilot and stopped only when Tony's face popped up somewhere around my lap.

"Hello, officer," Tony smiled, bright and shiny public smile. "Don't mind us, just enjoying a quiet evening." The engineer's smile was cheeky. His pants weren't even done fully up and I, no doubt, spouted some serious case of sex hair, not mentioning the torn dress. I had to discreetly check if I didn't accidentally flash the poor cop.

"Uh, umm, sorry Mr. Stark," The cop - officer Charles, I checked - nervously stammered, obviously privy to the situation at hand. "Is everything alright here?"

"Absolutely. We were just about to leave."

"Well then. Uh. Can I ask - a picture?"

Really, dude? REALLY??? I was about this much away from just starting the car and driving the fuck off. But Tony was calm.

"Sure," He looked at me mischievously. "Let's swap, I'll drive us home."

His penchant for trouble knew no limits. I rolled my eyes, but it was just for show, really. The littlest worm of malicious compliance had already started squirming in me. My coat lay forgotten in the back seat - I proudly displayed the torn dress strap and the array of lovemarks leading up to my throat as I stepped out of the car. The crisp autumn air barely affected my sex-heated body outside of the warm car, doing only as much as to stiffen my nipples.

The way officer Charles did a double-take, I'm sure he understood my and Tony's previous activities and re-evaluated his own life choices. Let the boy learn a lesson. "Bye-bye, officer," I smiled my biggest, girliest smile and made a point at slowly turning around and sashaying to the other side of the car where Tony stood, discreetly checking his belt.

He met me with a smirk, chivalrously holding the door open and making a show at helping me into the car. We shared a muted chuckle.

"Ugh, I gotta go home, all my school shit is there," I rolled my eyes to the skies. Tony drove. AC/DC sung sultry tunes in the background quietly.

"Pack a bag, I'll wait," The engineer's warm hand found my own. He said what he said without even missing a beat. Such an unexplainable circumstance, all these new feelings I was feeling. It was a lot to process.

And I was cock-drunk. Packing my bag was an absolute ten minute disaster. I was pretty sure my socks didn't match and I had forgotten my make-up, but I triple checked for the most important - homework.

"I'm starving," I announced, hanging off Tony in the elevator. For all purposes, we were a perfectly poised domestic portrait. Disheveled, my coat and Tony's blazer loosely draped over my left arm, my backpack hanging off his right shoulder. He hadn't bothered with putting on his shoes and my neck, face and hair looked like a crime scene.

The elevator doors opened at the same time Tony gathered his wits: "Bye-bye officer? Really?"

A dozen confused eyes stared at us from the common room couch. Surprised for the second time that evening, all we were capable of was owlishly blink in their general direction, words dying before they could have made it to the surface.

I snorted first, towing Tony in the direction of the kitchen. "What was I supposed to do, pray tell? Flash him?"

Behind us, I heard a thud. Then Steve's voice cursing. Then Bucky's.

"You could've. If you wanted to," Tony mused. "You have great tits."

"Aw, thanks. You have a nice dick. It's got a great curve."

"Aren't you the nicest?" Tony kissed my cheek, hiding the upcoming laughter as we both heard more swearing and moaning coming from the living room.

"I need a broom," Bucky appeared in the doorway just as I was pulling out some pizza slices to reheat. The super-soldier made no move for the supply closet, however, instead openly staring at my state of dress. His face bore the tell-tale signs of a person trying to hold in their cackling.

"Did you see a ghost, Elsa?" Tony quirked from the coffee machine.

"Can I flash this one, then?" I suddenly had an Idea. And when I had an Idea, I was unstoppable. "He might not be an officer but technically he's a Sargent, so..."

"Okay," Bucky began to inch backwards, step by step in the direction of the living room, holding his hands up. "Y'all crazy. I'mma head out."

"Good call," Tony saluted Barnes' retreating back. "As for you? You're in so much trouble, Princess," The arm that wasn't occupied by a coffee cup wrapped itself around my waist, grip firm and unyielding. Blindly groping for a moment, it found my boob, squeezing it twice for good measure as Tony slurped his holy bean juice. "Mine."

"Yours," I agreed simply. Meaning it. Then, I leaned backwards to whisper into the shell of his ear with a snicker: "Daddy."

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[hermannsthumb]

I love your writing so so much!! Prompt: middle-aged husbands! Newt gets back from a work trip with some salt and pepper scruff he didn't have time to shave and Hermann goes a little weak in the knees

oh ho ho....also everything im writing this month and next must necessarily be set a snowy setting sry. as always thank u to k-sci-janitor for bouncing ideas w me over discord mild sexy stuff below cut!

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When Newton stumbles through the front door in a flurry of snow and clatter of suitcases two weeks after he left for a research trip, Hermann notices two things; the first, that the cliche about absence making the heart grow fonder really is true, the second, that Newton’s cheeks (when Hermann rushes to meet him in a rather embarrassingly fast fashion and allows himself to be scooped up into Newton’s arms, of all things) are distinctly...rougher than usual. Rougher, and pricklier. “How’s the hottest scientist in the world?” Newton says, after an entirely inappropriate amount of kissing. The neighbors could see, for goodness’ sake. “God, dude, I missed you so fucking much.”

“Close the door,” Hermann laughs. “You’re letting all the heat out, and the bloody snow in.”

But Newton merely kisses him again and again, cornering him against the wall and settling his hands low on Hermann’s hips. His cheeks scratch Hermann’s skin; Hermann shivers, not knowing whether from it or the chill of the air. “How much did you miss me?” Newton murmurs.

“Not enough to put on a show for the neighbors,” Hermann chides, though he shivers again when Newton nuzzles against him. He taps the end of his cane against the sodden laces of Newton’s boots. “Mm, ah, come on, I’ve lit a fire, and, and made us tea, take your—wet things off, and—”

Newton steps back with a grin. “You gonna warm me up, Hermann?”

“With a fire and tea,” Hermann says. He shuts the door before more snow can drift in to melt on the hardwood. “Er. For now, anyway. And do hang your jacket this time.”

Newton stumbles out of his winter things in record time, and then stumbles after Hermann the moment they’re tossed haphazardly onto the coat rack. “It’s so…neat in here,” he says, marveling as they pass through the tidy kitchen to get to the equally tidy sitting room, where the fireplace blazes away. “Did you do anything besides clean while I was gone?”

The truth of the matter is that Hermann (lost to mathematical abstraction, and lacking a partner to snap him out of it) let his clutter—half-finished tea, discarded notebook pages, broken pencils and chalk—pile up on every available surface throughout the two weeks of Newton’s absence, and only remembered the previous evening that this was not the usual state of their flat and he ought to see to it very quickly before Newton arrived home. He hopes Newton doesn’t take a peek inside their study any time soon. “Er, something like that,” Hermann says. “Clean, and miss you horrendously. How was the trip?”

“Long,” Newton says. He sits on the couch and drags Hermann down with him. There’s something different in his face Hermann can’t quite put his finger on—he’s changed somehow, Hermann is sure of it, but the question is how? Has he resorted to his spare pair of glasses? No—these are the ones he usually wears; Hermann can see the miniscule crack at the bottom of the left lens, sustained after a particularly energic round of lovemaking in which Hermann rolled right over on top of them. Not that any of that is at all relevant, of course. “Lonely. Fascinating, though, I wish you’d come with me.”

Newton was excited about his trip for weeks. Even the extinction of his object of study couldn’t make him any less one of the top k-biologists, and he was brought in to oversee the salvaging of some of the very last kaiju remains in existence—preserved all these years since the closure of the Breach by the ice of Alaska. Newton sent picture after picture of it, the snow, him bumbling around in the snow in Hermann’s borrowed winter parka, the team he led bundled up in parkas of their own. Hermann knows he ought to ask about it and ask how the salvage efforts went; he knows he ought to ask about the cold, and the snow, and whether or not the other remaining k-scientists were anyone they’d worked with before. Instead, he can’t seem to stop squinting at Newton. “Have you cut your hair?” Hermann says. “Or styled it differently, perhaps? Only there’s something so different about you, I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Different?” Newton says, frowning. “What do you—?" Then he laughs. “Oh! Yeah, I was wayyyy too busy to shave. You’re looking at, like, about as close as I ever get to a full-on beard.” He drags his hand over his jaw, and it rasps audibly. Of course—how did Hermann not realize that from Newton’s scratchy kisses? His stubble, usually so carefully maintained (even in the midst of the war), is overgrown enough to verge on thick, and for the first time Hermann notices the decent smattering of grey across it. It’s—well—it’s hardly a bad look on him. Rather, Hermann might say it’s the opposite. It makes him look older, a bit more…er, distinguished. “You like it?”

Hermann remembers the marvelous way it scratched across his skin. “Hmm,” he says.

Newton laughs again, and tugs at the front of Hermann’s sweater. “C’mon, take this off already. It’s been two weeks, dude.”

Hermann can’t argue with that logic.

Later, in bed, as Newton—having volunteered selflessly for the duty of big spoon—snores away happily at Hermann’s back, Hermann considers recent developments. He’s never been dissatisfied with Newton’s appearance before; he’s never looked at his husband and thought oh, I wish his hair was a bit different, or I could do without those glasses. Certainly never I want him to have a big, magnificent face of grey stubble that tickles my neck and my chest and my thighs and… Hermann presses his face into his pillow and groans in mortification. Oh, but God, it is an improvement. It’s an improvement Hermann never knew Newton needed. Not that he did need it—it’s just—Oh.

Newton mumbles something in his sleep and rolls away from Hermann. His stubble catches and drags on the back of Hermann’s neck, and Hermann stifles a moan into the pillow this time. Newton intends to shave it off, Hermann knows. Hermann watched him unpack his suitcase in the bedroom, watched him carefully tuck his shaving kit back into the medicine cabinet with a laugh and a reassurance of that very fact (take a picture while you can, it’s coming off tomorrow), all while he felt the tingle of irritated skin between his thighs that Newton had left behind on the couch. He snuck a glimpse at it when he changed into pyjamas—a faded red that matches that on his neck.

To explain to Newton why it is imperative he not proceed with his planned shave would be far too mortifying an experience for Hermann to undergo. And Newton would certainly never let him hear the end of it. No; it would be better to take matters into his own hands. Hermann swings two socked feet to the floor and reaches for his cane as quietly as he can manage.

Newton’s back-up disposable razors are snapped in two and buried in the bottom of the trashcan, beneath two weeks’ worth of dental floss and paper Dixie cups. His nice shaving kit proves a bit more of a challenge, not in the least because Hermann bought it for him as a birthday gift not long ago, and the thought of intentionally damaging it makes him cringe. He settles on simply stealing all the razor attachments and hiding them at the bottom of the spare hand towel basket. Hopefully, by the time they turn up, Newton will have long-since decided to grow out his stubble even further.

Newton stirs very lightly when Hermann tucks himself back beneath the bedspread and Newton’s arm. “’S the matter?” he mumbles.

“Had to use the loo,” Hermann whispers back.

“Mm,” Newton says, and presses his lips Hermann’s shoulder once before his breathing slowly evens out.

Hermann lazes in bed late the next morning. Late for them, anyway; pseudo-retirement hasn’t managed to knock a decade of strict routine out of him and Newton yet, and they still wake and dress before the sunrise like the war never ended. However, a soft, warm, and jetlagged Newton in his arms is hard to pull himself away from, especially with nothing but a foot of snow outside to look forward to, so he lets himself drift happily in and out of dreams for a good hour or so. Until Newton’s cell phone alarm startles them both up, that is. “Ugh,” Newton groans, smacking around on the bedside table for it. “Stupid thing. Where—”

He left it on Hermann’s bedside table. Hermann switches it off.

“Thanks, dude,” Newton says. He yawns. “Got a meeting this afternoon about the, uh, samples. Never get a break.”

Hermann hears him walk to the bathroom. He hears him open the medicine cabinet. He hears the zip of his shaving kit bag. “Uh,” Newton says. He pokes his head into the bedroom. “Hermann, do you know what happened to my razor?”

Hermann sits up and feigns a frown. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Like, all the parts are gone,” Newton says. He rifles through the kit again, as if to be sure, and shakes his head. “Yeah. They’re all gone. Shit, did I leave them at the base?”

“Oh, no,” Hermann says. “Your nice razor? The one I got you?”

Newton ducks back into the bathroom; Hermann hears him rattle around in the medicine cabinet again. “All my razors are missing. What the hell? I have a meeting in a few hours, I can’t show up looking like—” There’s a loud clatter, as if Newton knocked all their medication bottles over into the sink, and he swears. “Oh, well that’s fucking peachy.” He slams the cabinet door shut.

“Newton, come back to bed,” Hermann calls. He and Newton have limited time before they’re meant to start their responsibilities for the day, and he would like very much to enjoy that time to the fullest. “You’re making a mess of things. I’m sure you’ve just misplaced your razor—perhaps it’s in your suitcase.” When Newton doesn’t immediately bend to his command, Hermann rolls his eyes and lowers his voice. “Newton, darling,” he says, though this time in more of a purr. “Come back to bed.”

Newton is back and on Hermann in a flash. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he says between kisses. His fingers creep up Hermann’s pajama shirt and graze over Hermann’s ribs before tugging the shirt off entirely. “Hermann, I missed having sex with you so bad. You have no idea. Ugh.” He grinds his prick, already hard, into Hermann’s clothed thigh, and nips at his ear. “I kept thinking about your stupid sexy face, and your stupid sexy dick, and your stupid hair—” He burrows himself into the crook of Hermann’s newly bared neck and shoulder and kisses his collarbone, and Hermann moans at the scratchy sensation of his stubble shadow before he can help himself.

“Newton,” he gasps, “oh, bugger—”

“Ha, yeah, you like when I talk about your sexy dick, babe?” Newton says. “It’s so awesome and sexy, I can’t wait to—"

“Not that,” Hermann says. “Kiss me there again.” Newton obliges; Hermann whimpers and shivers, and (before he can help himself) confesses aloud “Oh, that damn beard of yours… I want it all over me…”

Newton pulls away with a frown. “You do?” he says. “Wait. Hermann—did you do something to my razor?”

“No,” Hermann lies. He wiggles around in a desperate attempt to get Newton’s stubble back on his skin, but Newton only pulls back further. He sighs. “Er. Perhaps. They’re just hidden, is all.”

Newton’s frown flicks up into a grin, and he laughs. “Dude, you could’ve just told me. You’re so dumb. So you like when I do this, then?” He dips back down to kisses a trail along Hermann’s sternum, making sure to graze his cheeks over his skin at every inch. “Or this?” He ducks beneath the covers and nuzzles at Hermann’s abdomen.

“Yes,” Hermann moans to the Newton-shaped lump under the blanket. Newton’s fingers work open his drawstring and slowly inch his pajama trousers down. “Yes, Newton, ah—”

“Or—”

Suffice to say, Newton keeps the beard.

[itseivwhore]

|°Ezio Auditore x reader°|

"Girl ho bisogno di Ezio che mi consoli, sto passando una giornata di merda e sono ancora le 10:20 di mattina, quindi bless me with your writing please♡ " - @fuckinherondale

First of all,translation,as always,for my non Italian buddies: "Girl I need Ezio to console/comfort me,I'm going through a shitty day and it's still 10:20 am,so bless me with your writing please"

Now.I don't know when you sent me this (most likely this morning,for the hour you have written there) but I swear I didn't see it until now that I uh...woke up from the sacrilegious and holy afternoon nap.Plus,Tumblr didn't send me any kind of notification (to be honest I am having trubles with tumblr lately,it's being a little shit,it doesn't send me even one notification :/). So I humbly beg your pardon if I am writing it just now,a bit late.

Warnings: well,no one?It's a bit emotional and way too philosophical but come on,it's Ezio,I can't always write flirty things when it's about him.

So there you go,an Ezio small,short one-shot.

Now,let's start,shall we?

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"Alzati" his high,deep and authoritative tone seemed to linger for endless moments in the cold hair of that late autumn afternoon: his voice,icy as the breeze that silently moved the branches of the tall oak tree in front of them; his gaze,sharp as the blade of the sword that was pointing at it; his eyes,burning as the sun that,behind him,set the sky on fire.

The young woman slowly lifted her gaze from his hands,which held her sword's hilt weakly,to Ezio's serious and severe face; not finding the usual warm,welcoming and affectionate brown eyes in which she abandoned herself,drowning very often and willingly in those two deep wells,she set her gaze elsewhere.

Behind the tall,proud and imposing figure of the Assassin,numerous hills jagged the view,looking for the most part like green waves of a sea formed by orange leaves: finally,her tired glance lay on the village of Monteriggioni,a small glimpse of life in the midst of nature. The sun,on the edge of sunset,seemed to be a fiery sphere,painting the sky with vivid colours,clouds stained with blood.

A faint and silent sigh left the girl's lips,her e/c eyes,which were fixed on the leaves that covered the ground,now rose slowly until they met her brown eyes. The sunlight,although weak and dim,didn't allow her to see the young Auditore's face well;so she raised her hand in front of her eyes,blocking the sun's rays that blinded her.

Through her fingers,creating bundles of shadow,she was finally able to see Ezio's face: his thick eyebrows were wrinkled in an austere expression to say the least,but the invisible and gentle smile that raised his lips shamelessly betrayed the serious atmosphere that hovered around him. A few rays of sunshine fell on his tanned skin,a couple of drops of sweat slowly,almost lazily,ran down his forehead on which a couple of strands of his dark hair were stuck.

Stretching out his arm,he stretched out the weapon he was still holding and,placing the tip of his sword under the woman's chin,he gently lifted her face,the cold metal of the blade in contact with her warm skin making her shiver slightly. The Assassin leaned down over her,now permanently blocking the light,finally showing himself to her confused gaze: a small smirk formed on his scarred lips at the sight before him.

It was more than five hours that Y/n and Ezio,on top of that isolated hill,under the giant branches of that oak tree,were practicing: fighting against them with only their swords,fists and kicks. Nothing new for the young woman...but she had to believe herself again,when after a while Ezio started to be serious and to say the least ruthless with all his moves. Soon,Y/n realised that this wasn't their usual training: the young Auditore didn't utter a word,he didn't start to tease as to distract her as he always used to do.no tempting wink,no gracious touches,no phrases and malicious looks.

And,after what seemed endless hours,she threw herself on the ground,falling on her knees,her weak arms,her heavy breathing,her mind clouded,exhausted. While he watched her carefully,Y/n tried to understand the reason for such serious and solemn atmosphere on his part.

It was...unusual. And this only made her darker.

A lively spark flashed in his big eyes when,making his curious gaze wander over the body of the woman he loved,he saw that,despite all the effort,despite all the pain and all the tiredness,she still held her sword firmly in her fist in a firm and strong grip. The admiration and pride that Ezio felt for that strong woman was overwhelming.

He laid his eyes again on the woman's face,the smile that had appeared on his lips had disappeared immediately,continuing to look at her with a mixture of hidden and veiled concern,which she was partially able to recognize and grasp.

"I don't appreciate the stern look in your gaze" Y/n spoke suddenly,the words that left her mouth and that the wind quickly carried to his ears.

Ezio raised an eyebrow,perplexity and amazement that took possession of him as soon as he heard the girl uttering that phrase with what the Assassin distinguished as being... disappointment and anger.

"Rise up and fight" he answered authoritatively,still holding his weapon under her chin,his deep gaze that did nothing but observe her intensely,gazing into her very soul,making her feel almost naked: there was no armor around and inside her that Ezio couldn't bring down.

"Your enemy won't show any mercy" the Assassin continued with a thread of voice,slowly moving the sword and starting to drag it down her neck,looking at her from above.

A religious silence,to say the least,reigned supreme for a few endless moments among them,if it hadn't been for the joyful chirping of the birds and the feeble crawling of the oak leaves,which now cast strange and playful shadows on the carpet of leaves where they stood.

Ezio sighed and,with a quick gesture,he withdrew his sword in front of her,only to plant it firmly in the ground. Bringing one arm up,he wiped away the sweat with the back of his hand and,looking over his shoulder,took a quick look at what was his home: what had become his home and which he had to call that.

Sorrow and worry clouded,for a moment,his longing gaze as he walked and distractedly observed the fortified walls of Monteriggioni. Once again the whole village,including Villa Auditore,had been attacked by an unexpected and violent attack by the soldiers and mercenaries loyal to the Borgia family. Even if taken by surprise,they were able to defend the village with courage and ardour,but which had cost them many deaths.

And the harshness,seriousness with which Ezio was addressing Y/n wasn't,in fact,accidental. That endless battle between Assassins and Templars was involving,as has always happened in previous years,innocent and unsuspecting people of all that eternal and bloody struggle. Ezio saw the consequences:he saw how entire families were destroyed,falling and perishing helplessly under a single sword blow in front of his eyes.

And he feared when,on the same day of the attack in Monteriggioni,he found Y/n struggling in the arms of an enemy soldier who was holding her hostage, fear that completely attenuated her:totally defenceless if it had not been for a small but lethal dagger she had hidden under the long sleeve of her dress,sticking the weapon in the soldier's leg,running immediately,instead,between the strong and welcoming arms of Ezio.

The Assassin could not afford to risk losing a loved one...not another one. And for that very reason,he decided to train the young woman personally.

"I can't..." a faint murmur left her lips,discouragement and anguish that scratched her voice,turning her gaze away from his form for the umpteenth time,not wanting to be weak in front of her inquisitors' eyes.

Ezio didn't doubt,as he had never done before,of her strong and courageous spirit,but he had never before heard her utter such words,full of discouragement and pessimism: it was not like her,they were not sentences that he expected her to say,it was not a voice that belonged to her.

"I'm not..." before another desperate whisper could leave her lips,the young Auditore interrupted her.

"No one will help you in your hardest times,but..." he began softly,slowly taking some steps forwards towards her body; and,once he got closer,she was able to see the tears that,slowly and almost with bitter spit,were scratching her cheeks,tracing her face,bending under her chin and falling on the leaves on the ground.

"I will always be there. Per te" the Assassin continued with a low and serious voice,but full of affection,his eyes fullfilled of sincere and pure promises when she finally raised her gaze and met his one.

Stretching an arm,he opened the palm of his hand,offering it to her,at the same time giving her an inviting, erene and warm smile. Y/n looked for a few moments at his outstretched hand tiwards her direction,her sad look constantly moving from his face to his hand.

"Rise up,mia Signora" Ezio whispered in an encouraging tone,his imperceptible smile widening as soon as she placed her little hand in his; and,holding it tight,he lifted her off the ground from her knees,now standing before each other.

Continuing to smile at her,his other hand went up and,cupping her cheek,she leaned on his soft,velvety and feather-like touch,closing her eyes as he leaned in,sweetly kissing away her tears that were born from her insecurities and fears.

She opened her eyes once she felt him deteaching from her face,watching him with a gaze full of gratitude.Looking down,she noticed how their hands were still joined,him holding them in his firm grip,making her feel safe,protected and utterly loved.

"I prefer one strong and trustworthy woman,instead of thousand soldiers" Ezio murmured in a barely audible whisper that only her was able to hear. And,bringing her hands up towards his mouth and bending slightly,he left a small and chaste kiss on the back of them,still pressing his lips on her skin as he looked up at her shiny e/c eyes.

"The woman I admire and love"

~~~~~

`°`TrAnSlAtiOnS!`°`

"Alzati" = rise up;

"Per te" = for you;

"mia Signora" = my Lady.

[miyaheestar]

𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ᦃ 𝒎𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒖

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦? 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶

word count ↳ 1.7k

warnings ↳ nothing special but if you haven't read the manga or don't want to get spoiled.. the timeline is during the time-skip ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

a/n : so.. hello again hahaha i write this based on a song called 'still with you' by jungkook from bts! listen to it here

"Atsumu... I have to go."

".. Why are you leaving?"

A sad smile make it's way to her beautiful face, "I have.. reasons."

"Oh.."

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Miya Atsumu hates autumn, for some reason the cold wind always irratated him and he hates it. Even when his younger twin brother asked him why he hates it, he just answer with 'Nothing.'.

Atsumu knew he shouldn't get used to this but he is used with darkness around him, the low pitched sound of air conditioner is the only company he have in the dark room.

He missed her, a lot and it's been ages since he saw her and.. He hates how weak he are back then, for crying everytime he missed her. Atsumu is a weak man and he knew it from the start.

"Tsumu, get out from yer room fast or the food will be cold." Osamu's voice outside his door greeted him. Atsumu stay silent for a while before answering, "'m not hungry."

Osamu tired sigh can be heared, "Bokuto said you skipped lunch today, don't be silly."

'Bokkun fuck yer traitor ass'

Atsumu get up from his sitting position, he walked to the door and opened it meeting his twin's slightly worried face.

"Ya okay?" Osamu asked him, putting his hand on Atsumu's shoulder. Atsumu stare at his brother and Osamu immediately get the message.

'No.'

"Let's eat, we're having udon and yer favorite fatty tuna."

Atsumu pats his brother's back and Osamu just nodded at him.

'Thank you.'

'It's my job to comfort you.'

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He's tired. The great Miya Atsumu is tired of everything. He tried not to show how off he was today but failed when Sakusa stare at him.

"What's up, Omi omi?" Atsumu faked his smirk and teasing tone, his eyes are clearly dead in Sakusa's vision.

"If you don't feel okay then rest, don't force yourself." He said, walking away from the blonde. Before the black haired man dissapeared, he told him, "Feelings are matters too."

Atsumu look down to the floor, he sighed before making his way to the coach that are talking to Thomas and Meian.

"Coach, may I go home today?" He asked with small smile. Samson look suprised then he nodded, "Take a lot of rest, Miya."

"Thank you." Atsumu mumbled, he walks toward the gymnasium's exit and bumping to.. Bokuto.

"Tsum Tsum going home?" Bokuto asked, he smile softly to the younger. Atsumu just nodded and Bokuto ruffled the blonde hair of Atsumu's, "Rest well, don't force yourself to hide your feeling."

It's a rare sight to see Bokuto acting like an older brother so Atsumu awkwardly nodded to him before moving again.

'Was I really that obvious?'

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"Hahahaha! Tsumu-kun, why your face are covered with flours?!" She laughed out loud.

Atsumu can feel the butterflies on his stomach was flying happily by seeing the sight of her laughing and the redness of her cheeks.

He swore on that day, he would do everything to not make her tears fall again for that beautiful smile on her face.

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Atsumu's heart broke.

The beautiful smile on her face was wiped and it replaced them with tears and Atsumu couldn't bear her sobbing state. He pulled her straight to his arm.

"He's gone! Tsumu, my- my friend-"

Atsumu hushed her, he kissed her forehead and hide her face on his neck. He hates this. He hates everything that can make his beautiful angel cried.

"Tsumu, I love her so much!"

Atsumu can feel his own tears running down as she continue to cry harder, "I know.. I know pumpkin.."

All of these simple feelings of them laughing and crying together were everything to him. Everything.

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"Huh?"

It was raining on his way back home, Atsumu didn't run nor trying to find a shelter to protect himself from rain. Despites hating the cold, Atsumu love rains so he let them wet his body.

Somehow, Atsumu finds himself on one of his house that he used to share with her before she left. He goes to the backyard and take off his shoes to feel the wet grass on his bare feet.

"Hmm hmm hmm"

Atsumu hummed as he slowly let his own body control him to dancing. People probably think he's crazy or acting cliche for dancing on his own backyard with barefeet but the feelings are comforting for Atsumu.

The rains continue to fall harder but Atsumu still out there, dancing and feeling himself. It's cold but Atsumu loves the feeling of rain hitting him as if the rain understand his feelings.

'Osamu gonna to kill me' He thought, a smile appeared when he imagined Osamu look at him with his deathly glare but he knew that his younger twin will understand him.

He continued and didn't rest. Dance, dance and dance until he tire himself yet he doesn't know how to stop himself.

The image of her in his arm dancing with him with a huge smile on her face make him to let his body dance more.

Atsumu opened his eyes, noticing the rain starting to slow down and look like it's going to end soon so he stop dancing and stand still.

The mist started to dissapeared soon and he widened his eyes when he saw something.. that is not probably real and he must be imagining it because he caught cold from playing with the rain..

But.. is it his imagination

"Tsumu-kun!" She greeted him with the smile that he missed the most, Atsumu's feet started to move by it's own and run to her direction but soon she dissapeared.. everything was his imagination.

'I need to go home..'

Atsumu sighed, he washed his feet before putting his shoes again and started to walk his way to his shared apartment with Osamu.

Just like he expected..

"ARE YA INSANE?! I GET HOME FAST WHEN BOKUTO TOLD ME YER ASS COMIN' HOME AND WHEN YER FREAKING ASS NOT HOME I ALMOST CALL THE POLICE YOU BASTARD!"

"Sorry." He said before his body gave up.

"Go take shower n- shit, Tsumu?!"

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When Atsumu wake up, Osamu didn't lecture him and he just treat him kinder than usually he do. It's normal for siblings taking care of each other but it's like once in the blue moon, Osamu treated him like this.

'Maybe he's worried'

Speaking of moon.. after Atsumu ate his food and medicine, he sit right beside the window again but this time he sat on the sofa in his room because Osamu will not be pleased to see him accidently falling asleep on floor right?

'The moon look lonely.. even though he surrounded by the stars I felt like it's crying..' Atsumu said inside his mind, staring at the beautiful moon. He knew it's going to be morning but he wanted to stay in her sky like the stars so maybe he could stay with her again.

'If I knew this going to happened.. I would've treat her better.'

Atsumu sighed as he continue to stare at the bright lonely moon.

He wonder.. when will he finally meet her again. That night, he fall asleep on the sofa and dreams about her.

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It's finally the Olympic season that everyone has been waiting for, even though Atsumu sonetimes stay on the bench because Kageyama was playing on the court as setter. He enjoyed this, he didn't knew that one argentine setter are close with some of his teammates.

The day went well even though Japan end up losing, Atsumu feel like his day went peacefully then he saw her.

Close with the argentine setter that he lost to earlier.. they look so close but Atsumu bravely walking up to them after the setter got stole by interviewers.

"Y/N?"

You turned around, your eyes widened at the sight of his tall figure. You smile at him, "Atsumu, it's been a while."

"Y-yeah, how are you?" Atsumu stuttered, she look prettier.. and somehow it makes his heart ache in the painful way.

"I'm doing fine, how's you and Osamu?"

"We're doing fine too haha.." He laughed awkwardly, his laugh stopped when you giggled softly. The same giggle that he used to hear everyday.

You cover you mouth, "Sorry for laughing, you never been this awkward before so it's quite funny."

Atsumu's smile finally appeared again after few years faking it, he look into her eyes, "I miss-"

"Honey, you know Miya-kun?"

'Ho...ney?"

"Yep! Atsumu used to be my classmate at Inarizaki back then.. Tsumu-kun meet my husband, Oikawa Tooru." You introduced the brunette to him.

Shock washes over him as he opened his mouth, looking at Oikawa with.. old fake smile, "Ah you married to Y/N?"

Oikawa chuckles, he wrap his arm around her waist, "Yes, it's been three years actually."

Atsumu fake his gasp and look at her, "You didn't invite me to your wedding?"

"Sorry, Tsumu-kun. I don't know how to contact you because I used a new phone after I arrive argentina." You explained to him with small giggle at the end.

"Then it's fine-"

"Tsum Tsum, the team going to have interview in few minutes!"

He looked at her and Oikawa with small smile, "I'll be back."

Then he walked away fast, he knew Bokuto was lying about the interview thing because he has told Bokuto about you and has shown your picture with him to the older man.

After both him and Bokuto goes to the quiet place, Atsumu broke down. He fell on the floor and Bokuto just kneel down beside him, pulling Atsumu on his arm.

"It's okay, let your feelings out." Bokuto told him, he pats Atsumu's back to comfort the younger. Atsumu choked a sob, "S-she were so happy when she intro- introduce Oikawa-san to me."

Bokuto sighed, "I know.."

They continue like that for the past few minutes before Atsumu whispered, "At least she was happy.."

"Mhmm."

࿐࿐᭥ ᭄࿐࿐

From that day, Atsumu started to hang out with her and listens to her story about her life with Oikawa.

He listen all the sadness, happiness and random things she told him. When she cried, he comfort her and when she's happy.. he cover his pain with smile.

"Say, Atsumu-kun."

Atsumu looked at her, "Yes?"

"Wanna go to dinner on our house with your brother?"

Atsumu stare and admire her beautiful eyes before nodding, "Sure, I'll make sure Samu bring his homemade food as well. It's really good!"

"Oh really? Don't force him though hahaha!"

Atsumu laughs along with her and continue to walk beside her.

'We may not be on the same page but I want to walk on this path with you.'

[stoopsbookstore]

Kinktober Day 8 (10/08/2019)

Kinks - Parthenophilia (fetish for Virginal partner) & Corruption

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Y/N was woken up, the reality show that was in the background still playing, walking over to the window to see the darkened features of the local rebel leader, Hongjoong. Inspecting the rock dings in the windie and opening it slightly, Y/N sighed at the boy, rubbing the sleep from her eyes

"What are you doing here? You'll get in trouble!" Y/N spoke in hush tones, the rebel tracing the window sill, "it's 1am, my dad's asleep and my stepmom will kill you if she sees you."

"Oh, please. She needs to get her stick out of her ass," Hongjoong nudged at the window, Y/N keeping it ajar for quick excuses if the aforementioned stepmother was to come in, "can you let me in? Preferably don't want to stay on a roof where I could totally fall to my death."

"It's only like 20 feet, 30 at most," Y/N smiled at the leather jacket-clad Hongjoong outside her window, "what are you? A vampire? Can't come in without permission?"

Y/N walked away from the cool breeze coming in, the room growing nippy as Hongjoong opened the glass and climbed in, plopping right onto Y/N's plush bed.

"No, I just like the aesthetic," Hongjoong moved to his side, watching Y/N pace around the world, cleaning up anything she could find, "come here."

Y/N paused, looking up and down the boy on her bed, "why?"

"Because you need to calm down," Hongjoong stood up, backhugging Y/N, humming and swaying to imaginary music, "you need to stop being so Miss Goody-two-shoes and pure all the time. Shit happens."

Y/N attempted to pull Hongjoong's arms away from her waist, the grip tightening, "Hongie, I have to finish cleaning. I didn't even mean to fall asleep!"

"Y/N, baby," Hongjoong nuzzled into her neck, "you need to stop and take a moment for yourself. Not for your dad, not fot your stepmother, not for me. For you."

Y/N slumped in Hongjoong's arms, the pairing falling on Y/N's bed, the couple shuffling their bodies until they're laying face to face. Y/N put her head on Hongjoong's shoulder, Hongjoong petting her hair.

"You need to think about yourself first," Hongjoong titled Y/N's chin up, a chaste kiss on her lips, his hands roaming her back in an innocent way, "you can't always put everyone else first."

Y/N lingered on a kiss, Hongjoong's hands lower to cup her ass. A breath escaping from Y/N as she instinctively put a leg around Hongjoong.

"Ho-Hongjoong."

"Yes, baby?" Hongjoong started kissing down her neck, stopping at the hem of her shirt, his eyebrow ring cold against Y/N's skin, "use your words."

"I ha-ha-oh my God, I'm not that exp-"

"I know, baby," Hongjoong pulled Y/N's leg, Y/N now straddling him, his hands on her hips, "I'm going to teach you."

Y/N hummed, Hongjoong running his hands up Y/N's body, bringing her shirt with him.

"I can't wait to taint you, cover you in hickies, ruin you," Hongjoong leaned up, bringing his hand to lightly press on Y/N's neck, "you'll never go to any of your exes. I bet the fuckers couldn't do anything more than just a lick here and a bite there."

"Ke-keep going," Y/N started rolling her hips again Hongjoong's, the leather pants growing tighter.

"Paint you with my cum. Full you up with ny seed so fucking much, it spills out of you when you're talking to your stepmother."

"Her nam-"

"I know her name," Hongjoong thrusted up, Y/N reaching for the zipper of his pants, "I just don't feel like using it. Where was I?"

Hongjoong gently pushed Y/N on the bed, crumbling her shirt and using it as a pillow.

"You're like a flower in a field of weeds," Hongjoong kissed all over Y/N's body, her mouth hanging open, "so pristine, just calling to be ruined."

Hongjoong pulled Y/N's underdown, leaving her in just a bra, her body bare as Hongjoong kneeled on the ground, kissing her thighs and gauging her reaction.

"Just breathe, ok?" Hongjoong licked a strip up Y/N's slit, "God, this is going to be amazing. So pure, so virginal, all for me."

"What if I'm not a virgin?" Y/N breathily chuckled, Hongjoong's tongue swirling around, "Maybe I've done some things."

Hongjoong scoffed, standing up and ignoring Y/N's pleads to come back to her and finish her orgasm. The rebel had walked over to Y/N's dresser, pulling out a foil square and a toy.

"And?" Hongjoong throws the two objects next to Y/N, "I can still break you."

Y/N shivered in anticipation, Hongjoong dragging his fingers on her thighs, teasing her again.

"Are you?" Hongjoong questioned as he discarded his pants and boxers, throwing them to the foot of the bed.

"I mean, I have done some things, but it was horrible and I never got off."

"Never got off, huh?" Hongjoong left the condom to the side, pumping his two fingers in Y/N, "you're still tight. Remember, try to be quiet, so you know who doesn't come in."

Y/N spread her legs more, allowing Hongjoong to pull his fingers out and replacing them with his cock, Hongjoong moaning as Y/N sighed, Hongjoong bottoming out as he waited for the okay from Y/N.

"I could stay like th-"

"Fuck me, Hongjoong, ruin me please."

Hongjoong switched, his somewhat sweet personality dissipating into the aggressive rebel exterior.

"I'm going to ruin you, baby," Hongjoong started biting all over Y/N's chest, his hips repeatedly pounding into Y/N, her hand covering her mouth, a few noises escaping, his hands making their way to her breasts, "God, you're so perfect. The way you sway your hips in your skirts on campus, seeing you all fucked up for me right now."

Hongjoong kissed at Y/N's bra, his hips continuing at a constant pace. Y/N buried her face into a pillow, Hongjoong immediately grabbing it and throwing it on the floor.

"I want to see your face, how good I'm making you feel, how good all this is making you feel," Hongjoong whispered into her neck, "I still have so much to teach you, baby."

Y/N whined in Hongjoong's ear, his hips halting at Y/N's request and the new pet name, "fu-fuck me harder, sir."

"Sir?! Goddammit, you get on top," Hongjoong pulled out, Y/N disappointed at the loss of his cock in her, Hongjoong laying down and patting his thighs, "ride me at your own tempo."

Y/N penetrated herself on Hongjoong's hard cock, placing her hands on his chest, immediately bringing her hips to a fast pace, quiet moans leaving her lips.

"So beautiful, fill yourself up with my dick," Hongjoong clawed into Y/N's hips, indents decorating the flesh, "one of these days, you'll be coated in it. Sounds good? Your body covered in my cum, coating you."

The rhythm of Y/N's hips following no certain pace, Y/N's high crashing down as Hongjoong came a few thrusts later. Y/N fell onto Hongjoong, the exhaustion falling over her.

"I'm going to pull out, okay?" Hongjoong warned Y/N, nodding as Hongjoong unsheathed himself from Y/N, Y/N falling to the side and Hongjoong walking to the attached bathroom, bringing back a towel and wiping Y/N down. The quietness between the couple felt nice, the only noise playing was the TV in the back, infomercials and breathing filling the room.

Hongjoong laid down, Y/N borderline falling asleep as he pulled her close to him, their legs tangling within each other.

"Sir, huh?"

Y/N pushed Hongjoong away, "I just felt like it was the best thing to call you, so authoritative. And that dirty talk was the sexiest fucking thimg ever."

"Oh shit, little miss innocent cussed," Hongjoong kissed Y/N's cheek, pretending to evil laugh, "and so the corruption begins."

Y/N and Hongjoong laid in the bed, Y/N starting to go to la-la-land. Hongjoong, noticing this, shook her awake to ask her one question.

"Will you always stay?" Hongjoong curled up to Y/N, their nearly nude bodies warming each other under the blanket as the moonlight shined in.

"Always."