#i tried to go to bed like an hour ago but

[aquarius-johnny]

"seasons of love" | johnny suh

𝜗𝜚 genre: fluff, smut | wc: 10.7k | au: strangers to lovers 𝜗𝜚 pairing: johnny suh x afab! reader 𝜗𝜚 warnings: dom! johnny, big dick johnny (hehe), mentions of alcohol, phone sex, exchanging of sexual pictures, dirty talk, masturbation, oral (m + f receiving), spanking, fingering, multiple orgasms, talking through it, praising, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, pet names (baby, pretty, pretty girl, my girl, honey), reader's bestie's has a name for writing purposes, mentions of other members (mark, doyoung, yuta), it's intentional that johnny always greets the reader with 'hey baby' 𝜗𝜚 summary: moments of love throughout the seasons with a boy you met on a dating app. 𝜗𝜚 aimee's thoughts 💭 : i tried to edit this to bring it down to at least 8k, but the smut scenes kept pushing up the word count, but those of you who read it, i hope you enjoy! feel free to send me your thoughts!

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── Winter

[Thursday, 6:20 PM]

💌 Johnny: I don’t believe in love at first sight, but you have me considering love at first swipe.

That’s the first message Johnny sends you when you match with him on some random dating app your best friend begged you to get on to find someone to spice up the boring routine of your everyday life.

Your thumbs hover over your phone’s keyboard, chewing on your bottom lip as you think of a reply only to have another message come in.

💌 Johnny: Wait, that might be too forward. Maybe this will work instead: 💌 Johnny: My mom told me not to talk to strangers online, but I’ll make an exception for you. 

You shake your head as you playfully roll your eyes at his messages, a smile tugging on the corners of your mouth.

You: Yeah, that works a lot better. You should open up with that line from now on. 

You reply, anxiously waiting for his response as you swipe through the profile of the attractive man you’re surprised you matched with. 

💌 Johnny: Can’t. I’m not a fan of using the same line on multiple people, so I hate to break it to you, but that line is for you and only you.

You: Oh? Mind if I use that line, too? You’re smooth with your words.

💌 Johnny: But it’s for you and only you :( What if it gets you someone else? That’s not fair! 💌 Johnny: Also thanks, I’m only smooth through messages though. Flirting with people irl makes me nervous.

You: Really? You don’t strike me as someone who gets nervous around people.

💌 Johnny: And you don’t strike me as someone to be on a filthy dating app like this.

You: Filthy? But you’re here, too.

💌 Johnny: I’ve been here for months now and I can say with confidence, you and me? We’re the exception.

You: Striking out?

💌 Johnny: Left and right :(  💌 Johnny: It's not me, I swear!

You: What else could it be?

💌 Johnny: Maybe the universe had its plans for me to meet you. I mean, we’re here now, right?

You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling a sensation of flutters in your stomach that you haven’t felt in a very long time. Looking down at your phone, you see another message pop up.

💌 Johnny: I’ll lay off the flirtatious comments, it’s going to lose its effect if I keep going and we don’t want that.  💌 Johnny: Sooo…how was your day?

You let out a small laugh, typing out your response. As you lay in bed messaging this stranger back for what felt like hours, you learn he’s born and raised in Chicago, he’s an only child, currently works at a startup company that focuses on coding education for students, his last relationship ended nearly a year and a half ago, and he has great music taste. He even shares his favorite songs with you — sending you a link to his Spotify profile to check out some of his created playlists. 

You share bits of yourself, somehow feeling a bit mundane compared to the man you’re talking to. 

💌 Johnny: So genuinely asking, why’d you jump on this app? I figure you don’t have a hard time meeting people in real life.

You: My friend told me to download this “filthy app” to spice up my boring routine. It's easier to meet people online nowadays, I suppose. You: What about you? You seem extroverted enough to meet people in real life, and you’re not hard to look at, so what’s the catch?

💌 Johnny: Not hard to look at? Did you just call me good looking without actually saying it? That’s cute.  💌 Johnny: You’re cute, too. 💌 Johnny: But like yourself, I find it’s easier to meet people online. I can think of what to say before I send it whereas I’d probably be stumbling over my words in person.

You: Mr. Smooth Talker stumbling over his words? Can’t see that happening at all.

💌 Johnny: Why don’t we meet and you can find out?

You: Not comfortable with that, yet. After all, I just met you. How do I know you’re not a killer?

💌 Johnny: Fair enough, I don’t know if you’re a killer, too, so I’ll wait. 

You: Might be a while. I’m a painfully busy girl these days.

💌 Johnny: As long as you’re willing to respond, I’ll wait however long I need to.  💌 Johnny: After all, the universe brought us together and we don’t want to disappoint the universe, right?

[Tuesday, 10:06 AM]

It’s been a couple of weeks since matching with Johnny and you both have been in constant contact with each other every day – the only time there’s a break in communication is during work hours, but even then you both find yourselves opening the app to send a quick message to each other. 

Although you normally would be messaging outside of the app with the rate you’re going back and forth at this point, you don’t mind. While a small part of you feels maybe this is his way of keeping you at a distance, you convince yourself this is purely getting to know him – not worrying about whether or not you’ll be getting a relationship out of it. It doesn’t stop you from thinking about him more than you should and it certainly doesn’t prevent you from wondering if he’s thinking about you as much as you did him.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear your best friend and co–worker, Yuri, call out your name before giving a gentle nudge to your arm. When you look at her, she’s looking back at you suspiciously – noting your lack of attentiveness these past few days.

“What’s been distracting you these days?” She asks, twirling her favorite pen between her fingers. “It’s not like you to be daydreaming during work.” 

You apologize, slightly shaking your head as if it’ll refocus your train of thought. “You were saying something about lunch?” 

“Yeah, think you can come with me to that cute coffee shop?” She lowers her voice before continuing, ensuring no one hears her next sentences. “I need fuel for this stupid project.” She rolls her eyes before letting out a huff. “I don’t know what the hell the boss was thinking, assigning a five person project to two people, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a rough couple of months.” 

“Good idea,” you nod, clearly distracted as you see your phone screen light up with a notification from Johnny. You’re tempted to open it, but you flip your phone over instead, sharply inhaling to refocus on your task at hand.

“So,” Yuri drawls. “Who’d you meet on the app that has you acting like this?”

You turn your attention to Yuri – tilting your head and knitting your brows together in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” As you try to bite back a smile, Yuri notices you shying away from her. 

“Oh come on,” she rolls her eyes, shifting in her seat. “You came in with your eyes glued to your phone, your phone screen is lighting up like crazy with notifications, and you’re seriously distracted.” She sends you a devilish grin, reading you like a book. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in love.” 

“Not in love,” you quickly clarify as you begin to jot down a priority list for the project that was assigned last week. “But if you must know, yes, I did meet someone.”

Yuri’s eyes nearly bulge out of her skull, clearly surprised you’re actually giving someone your time which isn’t something you did since your last relationship that ended two years prior. Yuri stands from her computer chair, quickly gathering some of her work essentials. “Come on,” she lets out, softly hitting you in the arm to grab your attention. “Let’s go to the meeting room to work on our project and you can tell me everything about this guy.”

Upon entering the meeting room, Yuri shuts the glass door and flips the sign on the door to “in use” before pulling some of the blinds down halfway to prevent onlookers who walk past the floor to ceiling windows.

“Tell me everything.” She squeals, pulling a seat next to you. “Do not leave anything out.”

You sharply inhale, bracing yourself to tell your best friend everything you know about Johnny. As you share, her face lights up as she listens to you talk about this mystery guy which in return causes your face to heat up from excitement and embarrassment at the same time.

“Pictures! Show me pictures.” Yuri smiles widely.

You pull up his dating profile and you hand your phone over to her. The first picture already has her gushing. “Oh, he’s cute! Like really cute.” When she reaches the end of his photos, she lets out a small, disappointed sigh, wanting to see more. “Have you two met in person yet?” She asks, handing your phone back to you. 

You shake your head, puffing your cheeks. “We haven’t had the time to,” you sigh. “Plus, I’ve been kinda putting it off.”

“And why is that?” Yuri’s brows furrow, almost disappointed in your actions — or lack thereof.

“It’s easier to communicate over the phone.” You defend, crossing your arms. “Plus, meeting in person feels so serious. I’m enjoying getting to know him.”

Yuri nods in understanding. “Well,” she deeply inhales before stretching her arms over her head. “At least you know he’s not in it for a hookup, that’s for sure.”

“Wait, how do you know that?”

“I don’t think he’d be messaging you after you rejected seeing him the first time, especially for this long. A guy like him doesn’t need to play the long game to get laid, either. Regardless, there’s definitely something about you that’s keeping his attention, that’s for sure.”

[Tuesday, 11:47 AM]

As you’re waiting in line to place your order, you finally check your phone to check the messages from Johnny that you missed before lunch. The beating of your heart accelerates causing your hands to lightly tremble as you unlock your phone, almost nervous to see what he has to say to you but your nerves begin to settle when your eyes quickly scan over his words, causing you to smile at your phone.

💌 Johnny: Hey, I hope you’re having a great day so far! 💌 Johnny: I fed this stray cat on my way back to work and it followed me all the way to the building. I think it thinks I’m its dad, now. 💌 Johnny: Btw, if I asked for your number, would you freak out?

You: I guess you’re a cat dad, now. Congrats!

You: Also, no, I wouldn’t freak out. Do you want my number?

Before you could slide your phone into your pocket, you feel it vibrate in your hand.

💌 Johnny: Yes I want your number 💌 Johnny: If you don’t mind 💌 Johnny: Please :)

[Wednesday, 6:19 PM]

As you’re laying in bed, your phone lights up with a message from Johnny. It’s been like this for a month and a half — waking up to a good morning text, constantly texting throughout the day, and ending the night with a good night text. 

💌 Johnny: I was wondering something.

You: Yeah?

💌 Johnny: We’ve been texting for almost two months now, right? When do you think I can hear your voice? 💌 Johnny: Not that I don’t enjoy texting, I do! I’m just curious to know what you sound like.

You: Why don’t you call me and find out?

Within seconds, your phone lights up with his name popping up on your screen. You feel your heart nearly jump out of your chest while your stomach feels like it’s doing a hundred cartwheels at once as you read his name on your screen. Heat rushes under your skin before you finally answer.

“Hey!” You greet eagerly before you silently curse yourself, thinking you sound too enthusiastic for the first greeting.

“Hey,” Johnny giggles on the other line. “It’s great to finally hear your voice.” 

“Yeah, it’s great to hear yours too.” You bite down on your bottom lip, internally squealing as you speak to him. “How are you?”

“Better, now that I get to hear you.” 

“Do I sound like what you expected?” You softly question, pulling your knees to your chest after sitting up in bed – clearly too excited to be casually laying down.

“I don’t think I had any expectations,” Johnny laughs. “But somehow your voice is better than I imagined.” He happily sighs. “What about me? Do I sound like what you thought I would sound like?”

“I don’t think I thought about it as much as you have, but I like it.” You pause for a second. “Your voice, I mean.” 

“Yeah, I like yours, too.” You could sense a smile on his face before he clears his throat. “So, how was your day?”

── Spring

[Monday, 6:50 PM]

You slump onto your bed, your head pounding with a headache that creeped in around two in the afternoon and settling itself in the crevices of your skull. You’re swamped at work and the only thing you’ve been looking forward to these days is talking to Johnny. However, tonight is filled with disappointment when you find out he’ll be at his friend’s house for a small get-together for the night — earning a groan from you knowing you most likely won’t hear his voice before bed when you’ve gotten so accustomed to it. 

💌 Johnny: If you need me, just call me.  💌 Johnny: I promise I’ll answer :)

You smile at his text before tossing your phone onto your bed. Hopping into the shower, you hoped that the steam would somehow alleviate your throbbing head only for it to still be there when you got out. Getting ready for bed, you check your phone to see Johnny sent you a picture of him and his friends playing a game of monopoly with the attached text: wish you were here. 

Before you could respond, Yuri’s contact photo fills your screen, pulling your attention towards her instead. 

“Hey!” She greets. “Sorry to talk about work, but it’ll be quick!”

Sitting on the foot of your bed with a towel wrapped around your body, you let out a quiet sigh to brace yourself. “Sure, what’s up?” You let out, yawning from the mental fatigue you’ve been feeling the past week.

“You don’t sound too well,” Yuri comments, hearing ruffling from her side — assuming she’s opening a bag of her favorite snack. 

“I have this horrible headache that water and meds can’t seem to get rid of,” you pout and groan, falling back into your bed, phone situated against your ear.

“Why don’t you call Johnny,” she teases. “I heard an orgasm can fix a lot of things. Maybe it can relieve that headache of yours?”

“Ha ha,” you dryly retort. “I still haven’t met him in person and even if I did, he’s hanging out with friends tonight.” 

“Okay, so get him on the phone for phone sex?” Yuri advises nonchalantly. “Nothing’s hotter than sneaking away in the bathroom to hear moans on the other end of the phone.” 

“You sound like you’re talking from experience,” you laugh before you hear the crunch of a snack on her end of the call.

“It’s the thrill that keeps me going in life,” she giggles. “Get some sleep, I’ll just talk to you tomorrow about the project. You, my friend, are in desperate need of a good night’s rest. Nighty night!”

Pondering the thought for a moment, your thumb hovers over Johnny’s number in your phone. You look at yourself in your full length mirror placed in front of your bed. It can’t hurt, right? 

Settling on the thought of ‘just do it,’ you begin fluffing the pillows against your headboard before positioning yourself with your back pressed against your pillows and in view of the mirror. You unwrap the towel around your body, open the camera app on your phone – ensuring your face is blocked, spread open your thighs, and capture a shot of your reflection.

Without a second thought, you’re opening your messaging app and attaching the photo to the message thread you have with Johnny — adding the text: wish you were here, too before you impulsively hit send. 

Your heart races — the adrenaline from doing something you find to be incredibly risky and something you’ve never dared to do before. You see the little notification that indicates Johnny has opened the text, causing you to throw your phone across your bed, almost afraid to see what he’s about to say. Two messages come in before you cautiously grab your phone to read them.

💌 Johnny: Hey, um, did you mean to send me that? 💌 Johnny: I can delete it if it was a mistake

You: Not a mistake but if you don’t like it, feel free to delete it 

Your heart pounds against your chest and your mouth goes dry in anticipation. A wave of regret suddenly washes over you and you begin to type out an apology text to Johnny – something along the lines of not blaming him if he never wanted to speak to you again. You’re about to send it until another text from him pops up.

💌 Johnny: Can I call you, please? 

Quickly erasing the previously typed out message, you respond with a simple yes. Within seconds, you have your phone pressed to your ear.

“Hey,” you softly greet.

“Hey.” His voice is hushed, but you hear a faint echo as he speaks, indicating he’s in the bathroom. “What’s up with that picture you sent?”

“You don’t like it,” you sigh. “I’m so sorry, I -”

“I didn’t say that,” he chuckles softly. “The total opposite, actually. Just wondering why all of a sudden.”

“I have a headache that won’t go away and I heard an orgasm would help relieve it.” Your voice is so timid and shy, Johnny can’t help but find it cute.

“I can help you with that, for sure.” He breathily responds. “Hold on real quick.” 

You hum, cunt dripping with excitement. Your mind races at the realization that Johnny was absolutely down for this just as much as you are. Your phone vibrates against your ear, seeing a photo attachment pops up.

“I sent you a little inspirational photo,” Johnny whispers. “In case you need to imagine what you’re working with.” 

You open the message, letting out a loud, surprised gasp at the picture he sent. “T-that’s not little,” you stutter, staring at the photo of his cock he sent you — his lengthy shaft is mouth watering as your eyes follow the protruding veins that run from the base of his cock to his redden mushroom tip that’s clearly leaking clear and thick precum. 

“Do you like it?” Johnny lets out an amused laugh at your reaction.

“Love it,” you breathe; breath shakier than expected.

“Touch yourself for me,” he instructs. “Let’s make you feel better, hm?” 

“Mm,” you softly let out. You place him on speaker and lay your phone against your chest before you lick your index and middle finger and begin tracing circles around your excited clit, letting out soft moans into your phone. 

“That’s it, baby.” He coos. “I wanna make you feel good, you wouldn’t have to do a thing if I was there with you.” Johnny’s hand slicks up and down, trying to muffle the noises he desperately wants to let out. 

You softly groan. “What would you do to me?” Your voice sends shivers down his spine — so soft and sweet, it’s driving him crazy. 

“Everything,” he sharply inhales. “I’d eat my baby out so well, you’ll forget how to speak. I’d fuck you so good, you’ll be craving it all the time. Everything you want me to do, baby I’ll do it for you.” He groans, his fist tightening around his hardened shaft.

You giggle, dipping your fingers into your cunt. “I wish my fingers were yours instead,” you pout. “I bet you would make me cum on your fingers alone.”

“Tell me how it feels inside of you,” he begs, jaw slacking open, his mind running wild with sinful thoughts of you. 

“It’s soft, warm, and really really wet,” you smile. “I think it’d be a perfect time for you to slide inside of me. You’re so big and I just know you’ll stretch me so well.”

“Fuck,” Johnny mumbles under his breath, imagining himself bottoming out inside of you. “I wanna make you cum all night,” he whispers, voice hitching. “I wanna make you feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Can we make that a promise?” You bite down on your bottom lip.

“Mhm,” he smiles. “I promise,.”

You rub yourself quickly, your moans bouncing off your bedroom walls mixing with the muffled sounds of Johnny’s pleas. “Faster,” you whimper. “I want you to fuck me faster.”

Johnny speeds up his pace, biting down on his bottom lip to muffle his groans from his friends. His breath quivers and a soft, desperate whimper parts his lips. You match Johnny’s pace.

Neither of you speak – only allowing the frenzied noises that escape your lips to talk for both of you. 

“Baby,” you whine. “I’m gonna cum.” 

“Me too,” he grunts. “Fuck, wish you could cum all over my cock. I wanna feel that pretty pussy tighten around me.”

His words give you that small push to your orgasm, crying out as you ride out your high, fingers rapidly rubbing over your clit as your mind flashes the photo of Johnny sent you, imagining him release inside of you.

The raunchy noises you make send Johnny over the edge. He bites down on his bottom lip and a strangled groan is heard. Strings of thick, hot ropes paint his blushed cock, shaft twitching as he closes his eyes, his mind imagining filling you up with his creamy essence. 

You lift your phone to record a video as Johnny gathers his thoughts before quickly cleaning himself up. Opening your front facing camera, you keep your lower half of your face in frame as you bring your two digits to your mouth, sucking off the remnants of your release. You hit send and wait for him to open it. 

“Your lips are so perfect.” Johnny gives you an entertained chuckle. “I’d love to see them wrapped around my cock.” He sighs, imagining the sight. “How’s your headache, by the way?”

“It’s gone now. Thank you for helping me,” you sigh in pleasure. 

“Anytime,” he smiles against his phone. “Anytime you need to do that again, call me.” 

“I will,” you giggle.

[Friday, 8:30 PM]

“How’s work going?” You ask Johnny, cuddling into your pillow. 

“It’s going well. We’re working on getting some people on this project to build a kid-friendly coding software where kids as young as five can learn how to code in schools.” He pauses, taking a sip of his drink. “We’re hoping that it’ll build interest at a young age. But enough about me, how’s work going for you, baby?” 

Your body never fails to react when he calls you the pet name he settled on. “It’s been hectic,” you yawn. “The project Yuri and I have been assigned to isn’t the easiest to balance when the workload we usually get is the same.” 

“I’m sorry, I wish I could do something to help,” he pouts sympathetically. “Is there anything I can do to help ease your stress?”

“Give me some of your ability to be extroverted for the duration of this project,” you weakly laugh. “I hate having to talk to people and the fact we have to present our ideas to higher ups constantly nearly sends me into a breakdown every time. I applied for this job because it didn’t involve a lot of contact with people, but our boss clearly has another direction he wants to take the company.” 

“Not much of a talker? That’s hard to believe with how much you talk my ear off every day,” he jokingly remarks.

“Guess I have a soft spot for you,” you hum, heart swelling with love for the guy on the other line. 

“Good,” he smiles. “I like talking to you. I actually find myself missing your voice every day. Sometimes I think my only motivation to get through the day is being able to hear you before bed every night.”

“Missing my voice? But you said you hear it every night.” You shift in your bed, giggling at Johnny’s words. 

“I know, but that doesn't mean I don’t miss it when we hang up,” he tiredly chuckles, clearing his throat. “I guess that means I like you a lot, huh?”

Your heart skips a beat, feeling your entire body heat up at his confession. 

“I guess it does,” you sigh with a smile. “But it’s okay because I like you a lot, too.” 

[Thursday, 6:30 PM]

“We should head home,” Yuri yawns, tugging on your office chair as she tries to pry you away from your computer. “There’s no point in staying here if we’re not getting overtime.”

Rubbing your temples, you stand from your chair. The office you’ve been in since eight in the morning is now dimly lit — the lights of busy businesses lined on the strip of your office building illuminate through the floor to ceiling windows. Only a handful of employees tapping away on their computer’s keyboard, trying to finish up the overwhelming amount of work they’re drowning in. 

You grab your belongings before walking with Yuri to the building’s parking garage and to your car. You tiredly wave goodbye to her and check your phone to find a couple of worried messages from Johnny.

💌 Johnny: Good morning, baby! I hope you have a great day today. 💌 Johnny: I miss you, work is a drag :( 💌 Johnny: Getting lunch with a few of my co-workers. I hope your day is going well. Enjoy your lunch! 💌 Johnny: Are you okay? Haven’t heard from you at all today.  💌 Johnny: Baby? I’m seriously getting worried. Is something wrong? 💌 Johnny: Text me when you’re done with work, please.

As you warm up your car, you send a quick message to Johnny.

You: I’m sorry, today was absolute shit. Yuri and I needed to stay back but I’m leaving the office now. I’m sorry I didn’t text you today :( I didn’t have a minute to myself, but I’ll call you when I get home.

When you’re finally home, you throw your belongings to the side, desperate to finally have a moment of peace after a hectic day. You give Johnny a call, like you said you would. He answers after two rings, your mind finding a sense of peace once you hear his voice. 

“Hey baby,” he greets. “I missed you today.”

“Hi,” you softly let out. Your eyes begin to prickle and tears threaten to fall.

“Are you okay?” He asks concerned, voice so soft and sweet.

“No.” Your voice trembles as you let your tears fall before you let out a sniffle. “I’m really stressed.”

“Tell me what’s on your mind, pretty.” 

Your complaints begin to spill out of you, tears staining your cheeks as your frustration grows. Johnny stays quiet, offering the occasional hum to let you know he’s still there and that he’s listening to you. He attempts to find comforting words, but you find yourself yearning for physical comfort — sick and tired of being alone every night when you could be with him instead. 

“Johnny?” You whisper weakly. 

“Hm?”

“Can I come over?” You ask, tired and exhausted.

“Come over…like to my place?”

“Mhm. You live in the city right? It shouldn’t be too far from where I am, I can probably drive there.”

“Are you sure?” His words intertwined with deep concern. “You sound pretty tired, baby. I can pick you up, instead.”

“I can drive,” you smile weakly. “I promise I’ll drive safely.”

After some convincing, Johnny sends you the address to his apartment building. You quickly wash up and dress comfortably before heading over. 

[Thursday, 7:30 PM]

As you carefully scan the apartment numbers, you stop in front of his door. Your nerves are sent into overdrive; part of you reconsidering suddenly meeting him at his apartment and wondering if you should turn around and leave, but you decide not to, considering how you longed to see Johnny. 

Lifting your hand, you knock on the door. You’re holding your breath in anticipation, waiting for Johnny to open it. You look down at your feet when you see the front door open, your eyes lifting to meet the tall man in front of you. You let out an exhale when you see the guy you’ve been talking to every night for months.

“Hey baby,” he smiles bashfully, lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck. “Come on in.” He extends his hand out for you to grab.

You take his hand and step inside, quickly removing your shoes. “Thanks for letting me come over,” you smile up at him, lightly tugging on his fingers.

Johnny pulls you into him, engulfing you in a warm embrace — you take note of his lingering cologne, a woody musk scent that makes you hum; etching the scent into your mind. His hand cups the back of your head, gently petting your hair to comfort you. “I’m glad you’re here, have you eaten yet?”

You shake your head, your cheek still pressed against his chest. “I didn’t have time to,” you sigh, basking in his warmth and embrace.

“Good,” he kisses the top of your head. “I just finished making dinner, we can eat together.”

During dinner, there wasn’t a moment of awkwardness and you silently thank him for taking the reins when it comes to the conversation. Johnny has a knack of making you feel comfortable in his presence. 

You appreciate how he listens intently, too — occasionally hooking his fingers with yours as you speak, causing you to stumble over your words when you’re aware of his touch.

“Cute,” he smirks amused by your timidness, bringing the back of your hand to his lips before giving your skin a soft and tender kiss. 

After dinner, you watch Johnny wash the dishes as you sit on the island counters behind him. 

“Do you need help?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. 

He shakes his head. “Nah, it’s not too much and I’m almost done. Thanks though,” he grins. 

He quickly puts away the dishes before turning to you. His hands plant themselves on top the countertop on either side of you. “How’re you feeling?” He asks, gently pushing your hair behind your ear. “I know you weren’t feeling the best when you called earlier today.”

“Better,” you smile, resting your hands on the sides of Johnny’s neck, your thumbs idly rubbing against his soft cheeks. “Thanks. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t have you.”

You flicker between his eyes before your gaze falls onto his lips, noting the natural pout he has before it turns into a smirk — taking notice of you staring.

He slowly leans into you, one hand resting on your lower back and pulling your body closer to his. 

When Johnny’s lips meet yours, a spark in your stomach ignites and your heart swells tenfold after feeling his touch. 

“So much better than I could ever imagine,” he praises, earning a soft giggle from you before you capture his lips once more and deepening the kiss. He gently rolls his tongue over yours before taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

Your hands fall to his waist, pulling him close as Johnny’s hands caress the sides of your face, holding you in still. 

You’re both pulled out of the trance when you hear Johnny’s doorbell ring. 

You pull away from him, face flushed with heat and a light red tint covering Johnny’s cheeks. “Expecting visitors?” You ask, feeling Johnny’s thumb gently rubbing the exposed skin of your lower back. 

“No,” he shares, shaking his head. “Let’s just ignore it, maybe they’ll just go away.” He teases, mouthing the crook of your neck and tickling you in the process. 

A guy’s voice is heard calling out for Johnny which is followed by a pounding on his front door. “C’mon we know you’re in there! We saw your car parked downstairs!”

Johnny drops his head in disappointment upon realizing who it is, causing you to softly laugh at his reaction.

”It’s my friends,” he sighs. “Their timing is impeccable.” He sarcastically retorts, rolling his eyes before pushing himself away from you. 

You quickly hop off the counter top and grab your belongings before following him causing him to stop in his tracks. 

“Wait, you’re leaving already?” He asks, his voice dripping with disappointment. “I’ll tell them to leave.”

You shake your head. “It’s okay,” you rest your hand against his warm cheek, giving him a small smile. “It’s getting late and I don’t want to interrupt. They clearly want to hang out with you.”

Grabbing your hand, he shakes his head. “Please don’t leave,” he begs. “You just got here. I don’t wanna say goodbye yet.” 

“John!” His friends call out, rapidly knocking on his front door.

“Hold on!” He shouts back before turning his attention back to you, lowering his voice. “Stay the night, please? We won’t do anything but sleep, I promise.” 

“Baby,” you sigh. “I have work tomorrow.”

“Call in sick. You need to rest after today.”

“If I do, what about you?” You half heartedly giggle. “You’re gonna call in sick too?”

“Yeah, why not?” He smiles. “We can have a rest day together.” 

Your brows lift in shock. “You’re serious?” 

“Yes,” he lets out. “I’ll quickly introduce you to my friends and then I’ll tell them to go home.” 

You stay quiet, contemplating his offer. While this isn’t something you’d normally do, it’s something you want.

“No,” you shake your head. “You don’t need to send them home.” 

Johnny’s heart quickly drops to the pit of his stomach and you note his change in emotion causing you to lace your fingers between his.

“They can stay and hang out with you. I’ll just,” you pause, scanning the room to look for something, anything, to do. “I’ll go lay down and you can join me when you’re done.”

Johnny’s eyes light up. “Y-you’ll stay?” He flashes an excited and toothy grin, squeezing your hand. 

“Yeah. It’s innocent, right?” You clarify.

“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he promises. “But…”

“But?”

“I’m not letting you hide away in my bedroom.” 

He opens the front door. Two of his friends are about to greet him, only to be taken aback at the sight of you. He quickly introduces you to his friends — Mark and Doyoung.

“Be nice,” he warns them. “She’s hanging out with us tonight.”

── Summer

[Saturday, 9:40 PM]

Loud music blares from the speakers and the rooms fill with the chattering of drunken people. Low lights illuminate the walls throughout the house and the smell of sweat mixed with alcohol fills the crowded rooms. 

Johnny ensures you’re glued to his side, both of you choosing to stay sober for the night. Other people’s flirty glances towards Johnny don’t go unnoticed by you, but Johnny’s subtle gestures remind you he has eyes for you and only you. 

You find yourself leaning against a wall as Johnny whispers sweet nothings in your ear causing you to giggle like a teenager in love. One of your hands plays with the silver necklace dangling around Johnny’s neck while your other hand grips onto his broad shoulder. Johnny’s cages you between his body and the wall behind you, leaning in to press kisses on your cheek.

“Remember when we had phone sex for the first time?” You whisper in his ear. 

Johnny gives you a nod. “How can I forget?” He bites down on his bottom lip. 

“Can I see the picture you sent me, in person?” You ask, tugging on the waistband of his jeans, pulling his hip into yours. 

“Yeah, you definitely can.” He places an endearing kiss on your forehead.

“Think there’s a vacant room upstairs?”

“Let’s go find out,” he smiles, taking your hand in his before guiding you through the crowded steps. He jiggles each door knob to every room in sight to see if any of them are unlocked. To your surprise, a door opens and Johnny quickly pulls you in. 

Pressing you against the back of the bedroom door, his fingers quickly find its lock as he hungrily attacks your lips. Johnny’s large hands wander your body, groping every crevice before settling on your ass. He gives it a nice smack, earning him a playful yelp from you. 

You palm his hardening length through his jeans before pushing him towards the bed, the back of his knees hit the mattress and causes him to fall onto his back. Straddling his lap, the pads of his fingers harshly press into your hips — your jeans softening the pressure and potential bruises he’d leave otherwise. 

Johnny desperately guides your movements as you grind against his crotch before his fingers slowly begin to unbutton your jeans.

“Ah ah,” you snicker with a smirk, guiding his hands back to your hips. “This is about you tonight.” 

Johnny gulps, throat bobbing up and down as he swallows hard, lips slightly parting at your words. He watches as you sink to your knees between his legs.

You undo his jeans before hooking your fingers into his waistband to pull the fabric down his thighs. The sight of the large outline of his bulge that’s pressed against the dark colored fabric holding it back causes you to involuntarily tighten between your thighs.

Propping himself up, he watches as you palm his crotch before tugging on his underwear, releasing his cock from the fabric. It slaps against his abdomen and his mushroom tip ends right below his belly button.

Your eyes widen ever so slightly at the sight of his thick and long length — licking your previous glossed lips and grabbing his heavy cock with your hand. 

“Definitely bigger than anything I’ve had before,” you comment right before licking a long strip from his balls to his tip before engulfing his cock head into your mouth. 

His jaw falls open, the warm feeling of your mouth sending shivers through his body. 

Sinking him further in your mouth, you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag at the feeling before you realize you weren’t able to take all of him on your first try. 

Johnny realizes then proceeds to gently push down the top of your head, encouraging you to take more of him inside of you. 

You’re gagging on his length, tears brining your waterline before you blink, feeling them trail down your cheeks.

“There you go baby,” he coos, stroking the back of your head. “Taking all of me so well.” 

When you pull your head back, strings of saliva follow, causing you to smile up at him as you use your hand to pump him. 

“Promise me something,” you let out, rubbing circles against his sensitive tip with your thumb. 

“A-anything,” he swallows sharply, voice hitching at your touch. 

“When we fuck for the first time, whenever that may be,” you pause, letting pool of your spit fall onto his cock before you spreading it up and down his erection. “Promise you’ll cum inside of me.” 

“I promise,” he quickly answers with no hesitation. 

You hum and your free hand cups his jawline. “You’re such a good boy,” you coo, stroking your thumb against his cheek. 

“Only for you,” he shakily exhales. 

Your stomach flutters in excitement and you grin at his words. Using your hand and mouth simultaneously, you suck and stroke Johnny until he’s a complete mess under your touch. Your gags and lewd, obscene noises bounce off the four walls mixed with Johnny’s noisy moans and breathless pants only for it to be muffled by the blaring music downstairs. Your saliva drools from your mouth and onto the carpeted floor under you as you continue to bob your head up and down.

Johnny holds the sides of your head, keeping you in place as he bucks his hips roughly into your mouth.

“Such a good girl,” Johnny says through clenched teeth, every word punctuated with a deep, harsh thrust. “You’re all mine, right?” 

You quickly nod your head, allowing him to use you as he pleases. 

“Say it,” he orders, pulling on the roots of your hair to make eye contact with him, cock still stuffed into your mouth.

“I’m all yours,” you attempt to repeat, your words distorted causing his cock to twitch before he thrusts into your throat.

Your jaw begins to ache and you’re sure you’ll be feeling the aftermath in your throat tomorrow morning, but you don’t care. The only thing you’re focused on is getting Johnny to ecstasy — and you do.

His thick warm, velvety ropes flood your mouth and you swallow it with ease, making sure to suck him dry of every drop he has. Placing your hand on his thighs, you rub his skin to smooth his quivering legs before he pulls you into a deep kiss. 

There’s a pounding on the bedroom door before Johnny’s name is shouted on the other side. He quickly stands, pulling his underwear and pants up as you fix your appearance in front of a mirror in the room. 

He quickly wraps an arm around your waist before pulling you away from the mirror and causing you to softly laugh before he unlocks the door.

“C’mon you horny bastards,” Johnny’s friend, Yuta, sighs. “We’re leaving. The party is getting out of hand downstairs.”

[Friday, 6:18 PM]

After long weeks of work, both you and Johnny look forward to the weekends where you both can indulge in the moments you have with each other, alternating between staying over his place and him staying over yours — this time, at his.

You text Johnny to let him know you’re outside, something you found strange considering you always used the spare key he’s given you. 

The door flies open and you’re greeted by Johnny, eyes sparkling with excitement and a childlike smile is plastered across his face.

“Hey baby,” he greets, quickly grabbing your hand and pulling you in for a kiss.

“Hi,” you giggle. “What’s going on?”

“Can’t I be happy to see you?” He pouts, taking your overnight bag and placing it on the nearest chair. 

“You can be, but there’s something…” you pause, squinting your eyes suspiciously. “Different today.”

Johnny happily sighs, caressing your cheeks before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I have something for you in our room,” he says, lips pressed against your forehead before taking your hand and leading the way.

“Our room?” You swoon, gripping onto his arm. 

“Yes, our room,” he chuckles. He takes a sharp inhale before he turns the door knob. 

You’re greeted with a makeshift picnic set up on the bedroom floor. 

“The weather has been shit lately and work has been taking up our time, but I know that you’ve always wanted a picnic date, so I had to improvise.” He nervously bites down on his bottom lip. “I hope it’s okay? If not -” 

You pull him into a kiss, surprising him before he quickly adjusts to your movements. He slowly pulls away, Johnny’s cheeks blushing a pink tint.

“It’s more than okay,” you smile. “It’s sweet, thank you.”

He kisses the tip of your nose before leading you to the picnic blanket and having you both take a seat.

You eye the food he’s made, all of them being your favorite. 

“Also,” he says, pulling a bouquet of your favorite flowers from the inside of the picnic basket. “Got these for you.”

You lift your head, smiling and gushing at the gesture before reading the mini card attached to it that reads: I'm really embarrassed it took me this long to ask this, but will you (finally) be my girlfriend? - J

Johnny looks at you embarrassed as he bites down on his bottom lip. “I didn’t realize I hadn’t officially asked you to be my girlfriend because I’ve been used to already calling you my girlfriend. It wasn’t until a coworker asked how I asked you out that I realized I didn’t. I’m sorry I made you wait so long. I swear I would’ve asked you like three months into us meeting.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you roll your eyes, playfully hitting him with your flowers. “But this is really sweet, thank you baby.” Pulling him into a hug, you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” 

“Yes,” you laugh, playfully poking him in the stomach.

“Good,” he whispers, stroking your back. “Because I love you.”

Your heart skips a beat. “I love you, too.”

── Fall

[Saturday, 4:36 PM]

Johnny wraps his long arms around your waist, pecking kisses on the back of your head. A whiff of his signature cologne fills the air around you as you wash the remaining dishes in the sink before Johnny’s friends come by to carpool to a friend’s wedding. 

Johnny carefully moves the soapy dish from your grasp before removing the bright pink gloves from your hands.

“Honey, what are you doing?” You ask suspiciously, watching him smoothly slide the gloves off your fingers. 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said last night,” he whispers into your ear. “How your ex’s were nothing but selfish when it came to pleasing you.”

You recall the conversation you had last night — Johnny asking why you refuse to let him eat you out when he always begs to taste you while you’re giving him head. You intimately share your inexperience because your previous partners never bothered to please you in that way — making Johnny your first. He simply nodded before changing the subject. 

You're unaware he’s been thinking about it — until now.

Johnny pulls you into his pelvis, feeling his large bulge, through his dark slacks, press against your back.

“Mm. What about it?” 

Johnny slowly hikes up your sage green satin dress, exposing your cute lace black thong that he begged you to wear today. 

“While I think it’s a shame you’ve never been eaten out before, I’m glad you haven’t.” His palms rub up and down your exposed skin, giving your ass a nice, hard slap before roughly groping you and rubbing your skin to soothe the sting. 

“Why’s that?” You softly question as your hands grip the edge of the sink. 

Johnny’s palm slides against your stomach before dipping between your thighs. His middle finger rubs against your clothed clit. His lips lift into a smirk as he nuzzles his nose behind your ear. 

“I get to be the first and last person to taste you.” His voice is low, husky, and confident. 

In one swift move, he turns you to face him before he lifts you onto the kitchen counter and places soft kisses against your collarbone — well aware of how long you spent doing your makeup for the event. 

“Let me show you how good it feels,” he softly begs. “How good I can make you feel.”

“Now?” Your eyes widen in surprise. “But your friends?”

“I don’t care,” he mutters against your skin. “All I care about is making you feel good.”

Your lips slightly part at his offer before you nod. 

“Use your words, baby.” He softly instructs. “Can I show my pretty girl how good it feels?”

“Yes please,” you gulp.

“Good.” Johnny sinks to his knees, tilting your pelvis up for better access to your fluttering sex. Extending one leg onto the countertop, Johnny slings your other leg over his broad shoulder before pushing the thin fabric aside to expose your pussy — something he’s been dying to see and taste for months now. 

Without hesitation, he spreads open your folds before devouring you like a starved dog. His tongue laps over your clit, circling around the sensitive bud before sucking on it. 

“Taste so good,” he groans, eyes closed and focused as he licks up your wetness against your slit before returning his attention to your clit, quickly flicking the tip of his tongue against it. 

Your whimpers turn into loud moans as you feel his tongue work its way around your needy pussy. You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling your core tighten at the satisfying feeling coursing through your body.

Johnny guides your hand to the top of his head, silently giving you permission to grab a fist full of his hair which you do. 

“Feels so good,” you mumble under your breath, tugging on his hair to keep him close. 

Johnny sucks on your clit, his eyes lifting to watch bliss wash over you — your jaw falling open before you capture your bottom lip between your teeth, brows knitting together, and watching your pretty eyes rolling back from pleasure.

The tension in your core snaps, every muscle in your legs and thighs tighten, and your toes curl when a tingling sensation strikes. You gasp as you reach your climax, fingers tugging on Johnny’s hair to keep him in place as you roll your hips against his tongue, using him to ride out your high. 

His movements slow, using the pace of your hips as an indicator of when to stop. 

You retract your hand from his hair and your chest moves up and down, trying to catch your breath. 

Johnny places soft, sweet kisses against your thighs before using the back of his hand to wipe your slick off his chin. He readjusts your pretty underwear before helping you off the counter and quickly rinses off and dries his mouth in the kitchen sink before giving you a kiss on your temple. 

“T-thank you,” you shyly let out — quickly smoothing out your dress and swiftly fixing Johnny’s hair. 

Before he could respond, the front door bell rings. “Always impeccable timing,” Johnny smirks before he goes to open his front door to greet his friends.

[Saturday, 7:26 PM]

During the wedding reception, you watch as guests dance to some early 2000s tracklist the DJ mixed together as you sit at the table you and Johnny were assigned to with his friends.

“Do you guys want anything? We’re gonna get something to drink,” Doyoung asks, his eyes flickering between you and your boyfriend. 

“No thank you,” you smile before feeling Johnny’s hand press against your lower back.

Johnny simply shakes his head and Doyoung leaves with his other friends to the open bar. Your boyfriend quickly leans into you. 

“Come with me to the restroom,” he whispers, lightly tugging on your arm. 

“What?” You chuckle. “Why do I need to go to the restroom with you?” 

“I need to taste you again,” he simply states, pushing your hair behind your ear. “I’ve been thinking about it this whole time. I’m fucking addicted,” he whispers in your ear. 

With enough of a reason — in your eyes — you both stand up and you follow Johnny into the nearest family restroom. The next thing you know, you’re bent over the sink with your dress bunched around your waist and a leg lifted over the counter.

Johnny’s on his knees, behind you, with his thick cock in his hand — pumping up and down his shaft as he licks your drenched pussy.

“So fucking good,” he growls, fist tightening around his erection, pumping faster as his tongue matches his speed — pulling you towards your orgasm at an embarrassingly quick pace.

You’re a whining mess, your hot breath fogging up the mirror in front of you. “I’m gonna cum,” you softly cry out, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand to keep you quiet.

Both of his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he rapidly pulls an intense orgasm out of you. 

Without a second thought, you sink to your knees when Johnny stands and you take his erection into your mouth, rolling your tongue over his swollen mushroom tip before you stroke him until he finishes — his cum painting over your tongue. 

“You know,” you chuckle as you touch up your makeup in the mirror. “You could’ve just fucked me. I wouldn't mind.”

Johnny readjusts his suit, tucking his white button up long sleeve shirt into his black dress pants before fixing his belt. He smiles at your words. 

“While I’d love to do that,” he sucks the air between his teeth. “I don’t want our first time to be in a random hotel restroom.”

You coyly look down at your heels, unable to argue with him before he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You deserve more than a quick fuck for our first time,” he smiles at you through the mirror.

[Sunday, 5:13 PM]

You smooth out your dress in the mirror when Johnny appears behind you.

“You look very pretty,” he smiles, placing his hands on your shoulders before sliding his palms down your arms. “How’re you feeling?” 

“Nervous.” You swallow hard before Johnny’s arms engulf you into a hug. “What if your parents don’t like me?”

“They’ve been dying to meet you,” he chuckles. “They always ask about you whenever I go to visit them, telling me to bring you the next time I come over.”

You hesitantly nod your head, nervously fiddling with your finger tips before Johnny turns you to face him, lifting your chin to meet your eyes.

“Even if they don’t like you, which they will, it won’t stop me from being with you. We’re in it for the long run, right?” He lifts his pinky up, waiting for you to interlock yours with his. When you do, he places an endearing kiss on your forehead. 

“C’mon baby, we don’t wanna be late.” He intertwined his fingers with yours, leading you out the front door.

When you arrive, you cling on to Johnny’s arm. You thumb over his skin, trying to soothe yourself before the front door swings open and Johnny’s mom pulls him into a hug before she excitingly does the same with you. 

“Ah! So glad you could make it!” Johnny’s mom claps, grabbing your hand and leading you into her home.

Throughout the night, you meet Johnny’s side of the family who welcome you with open arms. As you’re speaking to his cousin, you feel Johnny behind you, snaking his arm around your waist before excusing you from the conversation you’re having.

“I wanna give you something,” he whispers in your ear, pulling you up the stairs. 

Johnny pushes a bedroom door open to reveal his childhood room that seems like it hasn’t been touched in ages. 

“Wow, this is where the other half grew up, huh?” You smile, slowly walking through his room and scanning his walls — eyeing Johnny’s medals and awards from his school days.

Johnny doesn’t say a word, but he flashes a grin in your direction before he pries open a drawer from his old desk, fishing for an envelope before turning back to you.

“Promise me you won’t laugh,” he warns, taking a seat on his old twin sized bed.

“I promise I’ll try not to laugh.” Taking a seat next to him, you’re eying the worn out envelope in his hand. “What’s that?”

“When I was in high school, my first girlfriend broke up with me and I was devastated.” He chuckles to himself. “So, caught up in my emotions, I wrote a letter to give to the person I’m serious about.”

“Serious?” You pause, confused. “Like long term serious?” 

“Like ‘til death do us part serious,” he laughs before nervously clearing his throat. “I thought I’d give it to you.”

Your brows slightly lift in surprise as you carefully take the envelope between your fingers. “You didn’t think about giving it to your other partners before me?”

“None of them met my parents,” he softly nudges you with his elbow, a shy smile dancing on his lips. “I used that as an indicator to see if I was serious enough about them. Clearly none of them made the cut.”

Your heart swoons at his confession. “Should I open it?” You giggle, flipping the envelope over to see the sealed flap. 

“Do you want to open it?” 

You think about it for a moment, your fingers playing with the edge of the sealed flap, tempted to rip it open, but instead you let out a small sigh. 

“Not yet,” you smile at your boyfriend. “Since we are in it for the long run, I’ll open it when we decide to take the next step. If that’s okay with you?”

“That sounds like a plan.” He rubs your knee, nodding his head. “Just don’t laugh at the horrendous spelling and grammatical errors when you do, please.”

“Now that is something I can’t promise.”

── Winter

[Saturday, 8:47 PM]

“Okay, ready?” You shout to your boyfriend from the en suite bathroom. “Are your eyes still closed?”

“Yeah!” Johnny shouts back, back resting against the pillows that line the bed’s headboard with his eyes shut. He’s in nothing but his underwear — something you requested for tonight.

Emerging from the bathroom, you carefully climb onto your shared bed. You sit on your knees, facing your boyfriend. A nervous bubble forms in the pit of your stomach before you tell him to open his eyes.

Johnny’s eyes flutter open, jaw dropping at the sight of you in a raunchy two piece white lace lingerie set that you paired with a white wedding veil you got from a friend’s bachelorette party. 

“Wow,” he breathes — for the first time, you’ve rendered him speechless.

“Okay, I will admit maybe the veil is too much but,” you pause, getting on all fours to lean in and place a soft kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek. “I think it sort of ties it together. Don’t you think so?”

He absentmindedly nods his head, too distracted by the way the delicate fabric wraps around your body perfectly — almost like it was meant for you and only you.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when your lips press against his. His breath hitches before he pulls  away shyly — his head spinning as blood rushes straight to his cock.

“What’s wrong?” You pout, heart sinking. “You don’t like it?” 

“No!” He gives you a small chuckle. “I love it, I really, really do. I think I love it a little too much.” He looks down at his crotch, the fabric tenting above his erection. 

You lick your lips, biting down on your bottom lip. “Cute,” you smirk before you straddle his lap, his shaft pushing against your clit. Your lips hover over his — a mischievous smirk pulling on the corner of your mouth before you slowly move your hips against him. 

“I love you,” Johnny mumbles, his hands guiding your hips. “You have no idea how much I love you.” 

“Yeah?” You giggle. “Why don’t you show me how much you love me?” 

Johnny cups the back of your neck to pull you into a hard kiss. He gropes every crevice of your body — his rough hands sliding over your exposed skin. He mouths the crook of your neck, licking and sucking your skin to ensure marks appear the next day.

In one swift move, you’re under him. He quickly removes the only fabric he has left on his body and the tip of his painfully hard cock presses against your clit. 

Johnny licks his index and middle finger before pushing aside the fabric and circles your sensitive bud — surprised at how wet you are. He dips both fingers inside of you, slowly pumping his digits into your soaking hole. His movements gradually speed up and his palm slaps against your needy bud. The squelches of your wetness mixed with his movements fill the room and a string of moans to part your lips.

Johnny’s jaw falls as he watches you squirm under him, enjoying every second of it — the way your eyes roll back, the way your back arches that makes his fingers move deeper inside you, the way your fingers dig into his wrists thinking you could muster the strength to slow him down.

“Cum on my fingers baby,” he orders through clenched teeth. “Give it to me.” 

An overwhelming sense of pleasure washes over you that has your heart pounding against your chest and your thighs quivering from bliss.

Johnny’s movements slow, giving your sensitive clit a few rubs before aligning his tip with your entrance. 

“Do you still want me to keep the promise I made?” He asks, referring to the first time you gave him a blowjob.

“I’d be upset if you don’t,” you giggle. “Don’t hold back, baby. I’ve been waiting for this.” 

With your permission, Johnny slowly fills you with his cock — he hisses as he feels your pussy grip around him. 

Your nails dig crescent shape indents into his forearm as he sinks deeper into you, face burning with heat. 

When he finally bottoms out, he presses gentle kisses against your cheek right before he sharply snaps his hips into you causing you to cry out in pleasure at the sudden sensation. 

“Gonna fuck you ‘til you’re craving it,” he warns through gritted teeth. “ Every night.” Each word is punctuated with a brutal thrust into you. 

“P-Please,” you manage to let out, feeling your cunt continue to drip from arousal.

Johnny grips your waist, his hips ruthlessly striking against your skin.

“Baby,” you whimper, pushing your palm against his abs. 

He smirks down at you, pinning your wrist against your stomach. “You said don’t hold back,” he grunts. “I’m doing what you asked.” He pushes your knees to your chest, your legs hanging over a shoulder as he bends forward — his mouth hovering over yours.

“Want me to stop?” He asks.

“No!” You quickly retort. 

“Want me to go slower?” 

“No…” you shyly reply. 

“What do you want?”

“To make you proud.”

You’ve piqued your boyfriend’s interest. “And how are you going to do that?” He questions with a wicked grin.

“Take it like a good girl.” 

Johnny doesn’t say it, but he finds it absolutely fascinating how you manage to make him speechless when it’s usually the other way around. Instead, he hungrily rams into you while watching you chase your high. 

His pelvis hits your clit repeatedly as his cock���s head kisses your g-spot with every single thrust. 

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, hands on either side of Johnny’s neck, holding him close to you. “I’m gonna -”

“I know,” he chuckles.

Your face grows hot and your skin prickles. There’s a fire in your abdomen and you feel yourself losing what’s left of your composure. You attempt to cover your face only to have Johnny pin your wrists to the sides of your face. 

“It’s not nice to cover your face,” he scolds. “Especially when you’re so fucking pretty when you’re about to cum. Go on baby, cum on my cock. Make me fucking proud.” 

You quickly come undone, every muscle in your body tightens and you begin to see stars as Johnny fucks you through your intense orgasm. 

“There you go,” he coos. “That’s my girl.” 

Your body goes weak as you look up at your boyfriend with a cock drunk smile dancing on your lips. “Please cum inside of me,” you beg, bringing your hands to cup his jaw. 

You watch as Johnny’s eyes darken at your words. He recklessly thrusts into you, balls harshly slapping against your ass. Johnny mutters incoherent nonsense when his hips stutter before you feel something warm fill you up.

“F-fuck!” He chokes out before you pull him down to your lips, muffling his cries as he empties himself inside of you. 

His body collapses next to you, panting as he attempts to catch his breath. Johnny weakly pulls himself up to give you a tender kiss against your temple before he falls onto his back again.

“Promise me something,” he lets out. 

“Anything,” you reply as you place your hands on your stomach.

“Promise me you’ll marry me.” He swallows hard before turning his head to look at you. 

You turn your head to look at him. Your eyes scan his expression before you give him a small smile. “I promise.”

[f1daydreamer]

What’s the most chaotic thing you can imagine Lando Norris doing in a relationship

Lando Norris & His Chaotic Boyfriend Behavior (Totally Not Spoilers 👀)

Okay, hear me out—the most chaotic thing I can imagine Lando doing in a relationship? Definitely something like:

•Live-streaming their argument by accident – He’s on Twitch, supposedly raging over a game, but the chat quickly realizes he’s actually arguing with his girlfriend off-screen. Chaos. Absolute chaos. The clip goes viral in 0.2 seconds.

•Buying a pet without asking – Surprise! There’s now a baby goat in their living room, and he’s already named it. She’s not amused, but Lando insists they’re keeping it.

•Oversharing in interviews – A journalist asks a casual question about his personal life, and before he can stop himself, he drops an extremely embarrassing fact about his girlfriend. The group chat immediately roasts him.

•Forgetting an important date but making up for it in the most extra way – Realizes at the last minute and panic-books a literal private jet for a surprise getaway. (Totally normal behavior.)

•Stealing her skincare products – Then acting like he has no idea why his skin is suddenly clearer than hers. The audacity.

•Texting absolute nonsense at 3 AM – He suddenly wakes up and needs to know: “Would you still love me if I was a worm but like a really fast one???”

•Ordering the most unhinged food combos – Genuinely thinks dipping pizza in milk is valid and tries to convince her to try it. (She refuses. Obviously.)

•Getting jealous over ridiculous things – “WHY did you like his Instagram post from four days ago?!” It was a meme, Lando.

•Leaving voice memos instead of texting – And they’re all either incoherent mumbling, weird sound effects, or him screaming into the mic. No in-between.

•Pranking her 24/7 – But the second she gets him back? “Wow. That was mean. I trusted you.”

•The 2 AM McDonald’s Run That Went Wrong-It starts as a simple craving. Lando’s half-asleep, mumbling about nuggets. Next thing she knows, they’re in the drive-thru, him in pajama pants, her in one of his hoodies. But just as they get their order, Lando accidentally starts rolling forward… and straight into the curb. The McDonald’s employees are watching. She’s crying from laughter. He’s just sitting there, holding a large fries, whispering, “I can fix this.”

•The Time Lando Got Lost in IKEA - They go to IKEA for one thing. ONE. Yet somehow, Lando disappears within minutes. She gets a text: “Babe. I’m in the fake bedroom section. Send help.” Twenty minutes later, she finds him fully lying in a display bed, hands behind his head, rating the mattress. “Honestly, I could live here.”

•When Lando Tried to Cook and Nearly Burned Down the Kitchen - He swears he can handle it. “Pasta is easy, babe. It’s just water and noodles.” Fast forward: the fire alarm is going off, there’s smoke everywhere, and he’s standing there with a melted spatula, looking guilty. “Sooo… we’re ordering takeout, yeah?”

•The Vacation That Turned Into a Survival Mission - He planned a “relaxing getaway.” The reality? A remote cabin with no Wi-Fi, questionable plumbing, and a surprise thunderstorm. At one point, he’s standing in the rain, holding a stick like it’s a weapon. “If a bear shows up, I got this.” She’s already googling hotels nearby.

•Lando’s Genius Plan to Sneak Into a Concert (That Failed Miserably) - They didn’t have tickets. But Lando had a plan. “Trust me, I saw this in a movie.” Next thing she knows, they’re wearing matching high-vis vests, holding clipboards, and trying to look official. It works… for about five minutes. Then security spots them. “RUN!”

•The Time Lando Decided to Dye His Hair… and Regretted Everything - He was so confident. “Platinum blonde will look sick.” She tries to warn him. He doesn’t listen. An hour later, he’s staring at his reflection, horrified. “Babe. I look like a wet Q-tip.”

The IKEA Couch Disaster - He insisted they didn’t need help assembling it. “We got this!” Three hours later, there are extra screws, the instructions are ripped, and the couch is lopsided. “So… maybe we just tell people it’s modern art?”

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(Also… confession time. 👀)

These chaotic Lando moments? Yeah… they’re actually straight from my drafts. Every single one. I may have just leaked my own work, but at this point, are we even surprised? 😆

They’re still getting some final edits (fixing grammar mistakes, tweaking details, and making sure the photos and screenshots are just right—perfection takes time, people! ✨), but they’re coming very soon.

Now, I need your help—which one do you want to see first? Drop your favs in the comments before I get too tempted to post them all at once. 🤭🔥

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[alexrosa13]

Trashy Ex

Caleb x female!reader

Genre: fluff/angsty

Warnings: 1,4k words, mc!reader, teen!Caleb&reader, asshole ex-boyfriend

Note: had this idea to write ever since someone talked about it on discord server months ago and finally here it isss

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The promise to tell each other about your dating life was made twice, what was the first one like?

The slam of the front doors made Caleb jump slightly in his place on the couch.

He was busy playing video games while waiting for you to come back home from classes, since you insisted he didn't wait an extra 2 hours just to walk back with you, as he finished early today.

But judging by the way you stormed down to your room, not even glancing his way while you ran through the living area where he sat, something happened during those 2 hours when he wasn't with you.

At first he thought you were mad, angry or something, but then he heard a sob right when you sprinted next to him.

"Pipsqueak?" immediately standing up he rushed after you, but before he had the chance to ask about anything you slammed the door into his face, locking it with a key right after.

Standing right before your room he knocked rapidly, worried.

"What happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt?" he heard how you carelessly dropped your bag to the floor before jumping into the bed, next second he heard the way you broke down fully crying.

He knocked once more, with a little more force this time. He said your name loudly, worried sick.

"Open the door. You know I can do it with my evol, so be a good pipsqueak and don't make me use force." he stopped knocking, putting his hands on the door next to his head, as he put his ear flat to the surface, listening to the movement inside.

"Leave me alone!" you screamed, before another muffled cries left you, you were probably face first into your pillow.

"I'm worried. I'm not going inside but I'll wait before that door for hours if I have to, until you'll let me in yourself, I want to know if you're alright." he said, not planning on leaving you alone.

"Caleb please just leave me. I'm fine!" you tried to reason with him.

"Na-ah, not happening." he said firmly before turning with his back to the door, sliding down the wooden surface until he sat on the floor, ready to wait up there like a boy scout on duty.

"Caleb please..." you cried out, weaker than before, sounding like a kicked puppy.

His heart throbbed in pain hearing the hurt in your voice.

"I'll stay right here princess, just let me in whenever you're ready." he said gently, his eyes wandering to the corridor's ceiling.

He heard how your sobs got more quiet. Earlier you sounded frustrated, mad at someone, like you had enough, but now? You sounded broken, like you didn't have the strength to even cry anymore.

Maybe 5 minutes passed before he heard quiet steps coming from your room.

You didn't say anything, simply unlocking the door, but you didn't open them. He heard how instantly you moved back to your bed.

Knowing fully well your intentions without you saying anything he moved up instantly, gently turning the doorknob and entering your space.

He saw you sitting curled up on the bed, you were hugging your knees tightly to your torso with your head hidden in them.

Slowly he walked over to you, moving to sit on the bed next to you, not daring to touch you.

"What's wrong? You can tell me." he said in a gentle tone, reserved only for you. Instantly you shook slightly, sniffling your nose from all the crying.

Before you gave him a verbal answer you moved to lean on him. Without hesitation his arm came up to embrace you, bringing you closer to his side, allowing you to lay your head on his torso.

"He broke up with me..." you whispered, sobbing again.

"What?"

"Broke up... With me..." your whole body shook while you hugged yourself closer to him.

"You had a boyfriend?" and didn't tell me..?

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you mad." you cried louder into his shirt.

"I'm not mad, just... Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, trying not to show his disappointment. His jealousy...

"I... I don't know... I just didn't want to bring it up." you tried to explain, but honestly you didn't know the answer yourself, every time you tried to tell Caleb about your relationship you couldn't get words to leave through your throat, knowing fully well that in reality you didn't even want that boyfriend, simply accepting to date him cause he showed some effort, and you wanted to see why relationships are so hyped.

"Pips... Please tell me next time when you'll get someone, okay?" you nodded your head "Pinky promise?" he raised the hand that wasn't currently holding you, showing you his pinky.

"But you'll tell me to." your shaking hand met his, fingers wrapping around each other.

"Deal." you smiled at him through tears, and in this very moment he felt butterflies having a party in his stomach.

You didn't even notice the moment you stopped crying, too busy snuggling up to Caleb, forgetting why you were having a breakdown in the first place.

But he didn't.

At some point you got so comfy you almost fell asleep, not caring anymore about a guy from before. But then, making sure you were completely calm, Caleb decided to finally ask.

"So... Who was this lucky guy?" you let out a quiet hm opening up your eyes.

"Just... A random guy from the class." you answered like it's nothing, because honestly; none other guy mattered when the only one you truly wanted was out of reach...

"How long did you date him?" he almost wanted to throw up at the word 'date'.

"A month or so, it didn't really feel like dating tho." you muttered out.

"So why were you crying over him?" he asked, gently playing with your hair.

He heard the sharp inhale you took, almost regretting asking, not wanting to see you cry anymore over some asshole.

"He probably was with me just to impress his friends, he also broke up with me right in front of them, an idiot with a too big of an ego." you scoffed, still cuddled up to your friend.

Now Caleb was pissed. What the fuck do you mean 'just to impress' his friends?

"Name." he stated, knowing fully well you could hear the anger in his voice.

"Caleb-"

"Name. Unless you want me to find out through your friends." you exhaled. Of course he had to pull out the protective card.

"Casper." you knew he would dare to go and ask around for him. If you tell him right away though there's a less chance of him getting into trouble in case he'll beat him up.

"See, you can be a good pipsqueak if you want to." he kissed the top of your head, unintentionally making you blush.

God this boy will be the end of you... How could you look at other guys when he was the one making you feel things?

It was so wrong.

✩ bonus ✩

Caleb got to know about the guy you dated yesterday.

Now you were at school, already the third lesson of the day ended, and still nothing happened.

You were getting suspicious, Caleb wasn't the one to wait, he was the one to act, especially in a situation like this.

You were walking through the resting area of your school where most teens gathered on the breaks, looking for your friends.

But before you could notice them something else caught your attention.

You saw Caleb with his friend group chilling on the sofas, as seniors they were kind of untouchable in school, everyone avoiding them as not to make a fool out of themselves.

And then your gaze wandered to the other side of the area, your ex standing and laughing with his buddies about something, scaring every younger student passing them... Why the hell did you date that?

Your gaze returned to Caleb once again, he met your eyes and smirked.

Oh no.

Subtly pointing his finger in your ex's direction he directed your attention back to the lousy group.

Then you saw it, your ex tripping on air, falling head straight into the bin next to him.

You covered your mouth while giggling, the next second you heard sounds of laughter from all around you, everyone looking in the direction of the boy who somehow couldn't get out of the bin.

Your gaze returned to Caleb.

He sent you a knowing wink, succeeding in making you laugh louder.

You mouthed a quiet thank you his way, before finally turning into the direction where you spotted your friend group, who currently got very busy with taking pictures of the accident.

Well we all know that most exes are trash, but yours? Damn he took that one literally.

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[madame-nightshade]

Lilia Vanrouge X Eclipsa Butterfly! Reader

SPOILER WARNING FOR BOOK 7

READER IS GN BUT IS SLIGHTLY DESCRIBED AS A FEMALE (I think)

NOT EDITED AND NOT SO GOOD GRAMMAR

 

   Sneaking off with the General of Faes, the right-hand man of the princess of Fae kind was something that shouldn't be done by a queen of the opposing team. 

     And yet you had no reason to care anymore. 

     You met Lilia while he was injured in the human territory while you were out for a stroll. Due to the absolute kindness of your heart, you decided to help the poor man not yet knowing he was a general—not just a General, THE General of Briar Valley. You removed him of his strange armor and started to clean his wounds, some of which looked like the man was burned in some spots. You currently had him in your personal room. Your arranged Fiancé, Hendrick, and you both slept in different rooms, it was mainly due to the fact that you couldn't love such a horrible monster like him and due to the fact it was against your will to combine Kingdoms since his sister was already wed off to the stunning Dawn Knight, whom the Queen adored with all her heart. It's not like you could leave the marriage, you really wanted to, but Hendrick threated you with initiating war with your Kingdom and his, killing you first.

     You sat on a bay window and read while the unconscious man rested in your bed. Of course, you knew he happened to be fae, those pointy ears weren't very common in humans other than a half fae and half human, but those individuals were very hard to come across from. You remember that your mother, a fae slayer, had always put it into your mind that all fae were out to kill and harm any humans they could find no matter if they committed sin or stayed as pure as a white rose. Even still, you found this fae's presence to be soothing, much more soothing than that big tub of lard you were forced to be wed to. You sigh and keep your umbrella wand, a magical item belonging to your family for generations at this point, just in case if the man were to wake up and attack. 

     For hours, you sat back in your window and finally managed to finish the book that Queen Leah lent to you about a few weeks ago. As the sun set, the man from the bed began to rise from the warmth of your sheets. You looked over as he groaned and rubbed his aching head, slowly making your way over as to not scare him too much. 

     "Ugh… Where…?" He began to question until his eyes finally landed on you, "Who… Who are you?! How dare you bring me here?!" He shouted and snarled at you, to which you only smiled. He tried to reach around him for something, only for him to look over and see the green-axe-looking thing on a wall on the other side of your room. 

     "Oh? That? Is that what you're looking for?" You asked and smiled at him, the pretty little spades on your cheek rising as your smile did. The man looked so tense that it was funny to you, "Yes… That was very hard to carry along with yourself. I wonder how often you carry that around." 

     "Where am I?" He asked once more. 

     "You're in my personal chambers." You hummed and sat near him, your umbrella ready for anything to happen, "I am Queen (Yuu/MC) Butterfly… Well, I'm married to Hendrick, so I suppose that should change…" You sighed while the man with very long hair shot a glare at you. 

     "You're that big barrel's wife?!" He shouted, "Are you going to take me to your beloved as an act of kindness in return for a nice night in bed?!" His voice was stern and accusatory. You gasped and gave an offended look. 

     "Is that how you speak to a lady?" You huffed and chuckled, "And to a Queen, no less…" You hummed and finally looked into his eyes. Something felt off when you both finally looked at each other, and it was obvious that you both felt it. Everything suddenly felt lighter and more safe with just the two of you, but overall, the most noticeable thing was the fact that it looked like everything was being viewed through rose colored glasses. When you both finally snapped out of it, you coughed. 

     "Are you hungry…?" 

     "…You're going to poison me, aren't you, disgusting human." He spat back.

     "I'll just give you one of my favorite candy bars then…" You sighed and handed him a chocolate bar. The man hesitantly took the bar and started to eat it, satisfied with the taste and satisfying crunch of the bar. Although, he didn't wish to show a lowly human that he was being weak at this moment, but it seemed too late already due to the fact that she was smiling at him. 

     The first time you met Lilia Vanrouge, you knew it would cost you your downfall,

     Though, you still didn't care.

     After that first meeting, neither of you could stop seeing each other. Something kept you both from finally parting paths, like a tight rope was keeping you bound to each other. Lilia often said it was because your spells were useful, your 'All-Seeing Eye' spell is one he loved you to use to figure out the Silver Owls next moves so he could plan appropriately. You could see right through him, even with his stupid smirks and sung grins, you knew he came to see you, which seemed very out of his character, he blamed your closeness on the fact that you both have a shared hatred with your arranged husband. You would always smile at him with a small laugh in your voice, always saying you enjoyed his company. He hated it. He hated how you made his heart flutter. 

     As of now, you both are in your exclusive garden and you're trying to perform the 'All-Seeing Eye' spell that Lilia has deemed as the most useful one you have. 

     "I summon the All-Seeing Eye to tear a hole into the sky reveal to me that which is hidden, unveil to me what is forbidden." You whispered and pointed your now open umbrella about 90 degrees above your shoulder, and the eye finally appeared. Lilia sat and watched what the eye was showing, staying quiet since he knew you had to focus to be able to cast this spell perfectly since it was one of the newer ones you made. Once Lilia had his fill on information on the Silver Owls, he tapped your shoulder to let you know he was finished. 

     "Oh dear…" You sighed and put your wand down, sitting on the perfectly green grass with a small grunt of exhausting. Lilia sunk down next to you and rubbed your back, but at a distance. 

     "Are you alright? Do you need medical assistance? Are you tired? What troubles you human?" He started asking so many questions, almost sounding worried. 

     "Awe, are you worried about me, sweetie?" You asked before scooting closer and leaning on him with your eyes closed. You were a bold human, and yet he didn't seem to mind it. He… Adored your bold personality. "I'm okay." You responded after a few minutes of quiet, "A lot of newer spell takes a lot of energy out of me. And it only makes my fatigue worse doing it over and over again back-to-back." You half tease the fae who is tense as you lay on his shoulder. He sighed at you and pulled you closer, which you didn't expect. You blinked at him for a moment before smiling and leaning your head against his shoulder and closing your eyes, letting the smell of your garden relax your mind and body. The sun on your skin felt amazing while your umbrella-like wand kept Lilia shaded since you knew that he got very lightheaded during the day, the sun only made it so much worse. 

     "I have to go soon," He hummed and shrugged the shoulder you were laying on, "Won't someone come check on you here?" He asked as he tried to get you off of his shoulder. You whine and fall onto his lap and looked up at him. 

     "The guards or Hendrick won't come looking for me. They call me 'evil' for all the spells that I've put into my book!" You huffed and looked up at him.

     "Evil?" He laughed; how could someone find you evil? Sure, you're very powerful with your magic and are the only one on this human land that still practices it, but you haven't harmed anyone at all. Lilia looked down with a small, playful smirk, "That's silly, you're more… Soft than anything." He hummed and kept you close, enjoying the feeling of you laying on his lap for some reason. It was only because of the breeze, nothing else he could reason with besides that. 

     "Well, my spells seem evil to other people, so I guess they're frightened with me. It works out though, I enjoy being by myself a lot." You smiled and looked at him, tugging the red color on his bangs. He rolled his eyes and snarled a bit, swatting you hand away and forced you to sit up off of him. He stood up and stood you up too, making sure you looked at him. 

     "Seriously, I have to go now." He spoke firmly, holding your elbows. 

     "I suppose it's time for me to head in before someone spreads a rumor saying I'm raising the dead next." You chuckled while he rolled his eyes a bit with a smile. You both stood there for a moment, just staring and smiling. Lilia sighed after a few minutes and held a gloved hand to your pretty spaded cheek, rubbing the dark maroon colored cheek mark as you leaned into it with a small smile, it was slightly smug, but it still held affection. 

     "Must you be so… Irritating…?" Lilia sighed as he pinched your cheek with a huff. You swat his hand with a laugh, to which he responded with another huff and sigh. The feeling he felt in his chest was weird to him, no way he could be falling for someone on the opposing team, someone who he had met only a few weeks ago. Though, something kept him tied to you, like he couldn't get enough of simply being near you. he had to admit, asking you for intel on your betrothed and his troops was simply and excuse to be near you. 

     "You seem to be lost in thought, mind letting me into that brain of yours?" You asked with a smile. Lilia shivered knowing you could be in his mind at any time without him even thinking about it. He found it creepy, but exciting at the same exact time. He sighed and figured that he should just explain what he was thinking. 

     "You… I hate how you, a simple, human, make me feel weak." He huffed at you, pinching your cheek once more. You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Lilia lightly held onto your sides and sighed. You both looked at each other for a little bit, it felt like forever before you both leaned closer and sealed the deal to both of your greatest sins. 

     That's when all the sneaking started 

     Lilia was off duty for a day, he briefly explained that he was harmed by an iron trap set by one of Hendrick's troops, the princess gave him enough pity to let him heal for the day. Though, instead of healing, he decided to spend the day with you, his own form of healing. Lilia waited for you in your garden, looking at the exhausting sun finally bidding good night. 

     "Boo!" You held onto his shoulders as you hopped onto his back while you laughed. He sighed and rolled his eyes, he wasn't really surprised at all, nor was he frightened. He held onto the back of your legs and made sure you stayed on his back. He looked over to his right as you placed your head on his shoulder with a pout, "Nothing? Really? I was sure I got you this time…" You sighed and dug your face into his neck before biting it. Lilia sighed and rolled his eyes once more. 

     "You really think that would get me? A war general? Come on now, dearest." He chuckled, turning his head a bit more to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, enjoying the way your adorable spades light up a light pink while you smiled. Lilia had a date planned for you, but wouldn't explain where it was, or what he had planned for when you both got there. 

     He carried you there, not minding the fact that he was still a bit hurt at all (much to your protest). You sighed at the fact that he wouldn't let you down, but didn't protest in fear he'd drop you right onto the floor just to teach you a lesson. After a while, Lilia comes to a stop and sets you down gently on your feet. It was a clearing in the woods, away from any Silver Owls, or any Fae watch groups. Lilia had set up a little picnic for the both of you, and gosh it was beautiful. You stood with your umbrella wand almost falling out of your hand, it was beautiful compared to the war going on at the very moment. 

     "Oh, Darling…" You looked at the river streaming by as it reflected the light that was being casted down by the moon, though, the moon tonight seemed to be a crescent and much more of a blood red color, but it was much more lovely than normal to you. 

     "It isn't much, I know… But I figured you could use a break, as do I." He mumbled and cupped your face, his other hand moving to your waist as he started to gently sway with you. The swaying gently began to turn into a lovely waltz under the crimson moon. You smiled and moved his hand off your face so you could hold his gloved hand with your glove covered one. 

     "Your earrings match the moon tonight, dearest." He commented and continued the dance until it seemed like the crimson color disappeared. 

     "Thank you!" You smiled a bit more and leaned into him, happy he noticed, "They're new!" He hummed and nodded with a slight smile tugging his lips as he led you down to sit on the blanketed floor, there was a little basket with some… Questionable items that he brought inside of it. 

     "Um… Lilia, what is this…?" You asked, holding up something that looked to be burnt to a crisp. 

     "A frog. You have to cook it very well to a crisp since it's a poisonous one, but it's still edible." He hummed. You huffed and sighed, you stood up and opened your wand and pointed it at the sky, casting your 'All-Seeing Eye' spell. Lilia looked very confused at the fact you were casting the spell at this time.

     "Dear-"

     "Shh." You instantly quieted him down so you could focus. Soon, the image of your arranged husband came up, and he was gorging himself with food. Lilia cringed with pure disgust at the sickening sight, he was confused on why you would be trying to spy on your husband eating like the disgusting pig he is. That was until you took a deep breath and reached out a hand to the portal with the eye. He stayed still and stayed quiet as you touched the portal, your cheeks glowing along with your eyes as your hand stretched the portal. While the man was closing eyes in gluttonous bliss, you managed to grab some of his food from the table it was resting on and take it out from the portal without even being noticed. Lilia huffed at you. 

    "Was my cooking not good for you?" 

     "Sweetie, I would have chipped a tooth eating what you made. I love you, but not your cooking." You laughed and placed some of the delicious smelling food onto the blanket as you both decided to watch the disgusting man in the Seeing Eye eat himself into a food coma, laughing as you both watched servants come up quick to check if he was still alive and hadn't suffered a heart attack. 

     Hours pass and it's about time that you both need to leave before people start to get suspicious, especially those stupid humans that thought you were going off to cast spells to harm Hendrick. Lilia dug his face into your neck and took in the smell of you, like it was the last thing he would ever get from you. He relaxed when you held him tight, running your gloved fingers through his ponytail, caressing the red in his hair. 

     "Oh! I forgot, I have something for you!" You pulled back with a smile, you reached into the pocket of your dress and pulled out a little gift box, "Open it!" You encouraged as he hesitantly untied the red ribbon. Inside, was a lovely ring, it had bats and spades engraved in it. It was truly beautiful. 

     "My dear…" Lilia mumbled and looked at the ring as you started to speak again.

     "I have one too," You pulled it out from the front of your dress, you were wearing it as a necklace instead of on your finger. You moved it closer to the one Lilia had, and they both began to glow a soft purple shade, "I made them, so we'll know when we're close to each other, so we will always fine one another." You softly spoke, "Just in case anything happened." You mumbled and put it back into its hiding spot. 

     Lilia smiled, "I love it." He mumbled and pulled you closer so he could kiss you. This kiss was full of longing and love, you both stayed like that for a while before pulling back and parting ways, the rings slowly dimming the further you got. All Lilia could think was what you said, even after you both had parted ways. 

     You had made those rings incase anything were to happen to either of you. 

     He didn't like the feeling he got from thinking about your words, not at all. 

     Weeks pass by and he tried to find you, but he couldn't. Any sign, the slightest smell of you, it was all gone. Lilia was panicking, but he also had a job to do that he took seriously. You never showed back up in your garden, the place you cherished the most, the place you both loved and held so close to your hearts, you weren't there. Lilia longed for your presence, but he didn't let that falter his performance. Not one bit. No matter how much it hurt when he figured out what happened to you. 

  "KING HENDRICK'S WIFE CHARGED WITH TREASON, 

QUEEN BANISHED INTO A CRYSTAL." 

     He found a flying poster he thought was human litter, but the picture drawn of his beloved in a crystal made his heart sink. Did you know that this would happen? Why didn't you tell him? His questions would have been unanswered for over 300 years. 

      In that time, he's watched his life crumble and then rebuild. He hatched the heir to the Draconia throne, adopted a human boy, trained his old friends' grandson, went to Night Raven College… All the while, he was still thinking about you. You've never left his mind no matter how hard he tried, you always made your way into his dreams, and they felt real. Your lips on his, your hands caressing his face and running through his hair while he laid his head on your lap all felt like reality to him, only to wake up empty in his bed after a night of hardcore gaming, cold and alone. 

     The magicless Perfect that came to the NRC was a shocker to him, after all these years something managed to fill him with wonder. But what really filled him with wonder, was the fact that when the Headmage sent you, a small little Direbeast, and two first years into the mine for whatever reason, but they swore up and down that they managed to get a look at a large crystal with a woman inside. Lilia wouldn't have let his curiosity get to him if they hadn't mentioned the fact that the woman had little spades on her cheeks. 

     Here he was now, in the mines, looking for what could possibly be the best thing to have ever happened to him. He would gain back something he lost years ago. The more he moved into the dark mine, the more that he seemed to spot a familiar purple glow in the distance. The ring he's worn for years now finally glowing the same purple light. His breath hitched as a large grin came to his face, he started to dart to where the light was coming from. He went deeper and deeper into the mine, the thoughts of his love consumed his aching mind and seemed like a balm that relaxed it. The glow got brighter and brighter until he was met with your beautiful unblinking eyes. 

     The purple was bright coming from your chest, your umbrella in your right hand as you stared forward with the slight smile you always had, your hat created a bit of a shadow that framed your face so perfectly to him. Lilia got closer and the purple glow of the rings began to fade. He placed his hand on the glass with a smile as tears formed in his eyes. 

     "Hello, my love, welcome home…" 

And just like that, the crystal began to crack. 

I've never posted on here before, (probably never will again) but this fic is for @minciel93 for giving me the motivation to re-write this lol, sorry if it sucked, I've been sick =P

[wlwsoccerfics]

My Voice (KatrinaGorryXClaraMarkstedtXHarperXTeenReader)

Warnings: Trauma, injury, scary, Car accidents, drunk Driver,being trapped, mutism, ptsd, nightmares.Lots of Angst but also some Fluff.

Summary: you stopped talking after a Traumatic experience & your little sister tries to get through to you.

You and your Friends have been in a Car accident. Being Ran off the Road and getting trapped in the Car for hours. The physical damage has healed in the Last six months. Altough you had scars covering your body. But the emotional damage was deep. You didn't speak. Not at all. Not a single Word has left your lips since that day. It was also the day you lost your spark. You usually smiled alot. Since that day you haven't smiled once. Your Friends that also were in that Car accident with your best Friends Brother being the Driver also were traumatized still. neither of them stopped talking though. But one was drinking regulary now and your best friend was sleeping around to avoid thinking about the accident. So all of you were a little broken. Or damaged. Whatever you want to call it.

There was a loud Scream coming from your room. Something your moms heard every night at this point. Your Mama quickly got out of bed and went to your room. Pulling you into her arms . You grab a hold of Mini. Your Mama knew that you had a nightmare again.

"shh, sweet Girl. It's okay. I got you! You are safe. you are Home." She told you, barely above a whisper. She was thankful that Harper and Koby were used to it by now. Cause in the beginning your little siblings would get scared when you would let out that Scream. It sounded like you were terrified. Which you were. Mini gently rubbed your back, kissing your head.

"you want to sleep in our bed with me and mom?" Your Mama asked. You nodded your head softly.

"okay. Let's go!" Mini walked to her bedroom, holding you close , you pressed into her side, holding onto her and cuddling your Koala plushie named Kol you had since you were like 3 years old. You were 16 now. When you reached the bedroom, Harper was there as well.

"you had a bad dream again?" Your little sister asked. The little Girl was always concerned about you these days. You nodded your head gently. you nodded your head and climbed into the bed, Harper kissing your forehead when you laid down.

"we are here for you, sissy!" She let you know. You cuddle into your mom's Side. Clara wrapping an arm around you.

"your sister is right, my sweet Girl!" Your Mom answered. Gently stroking your hair.

The four of you were all cuddled up and you ended up falling asleep, so did Harper. Holding Kol.

"Babe? Do you think a Family Trip away from all of this would help her?" Your Mom asked your Mama.

"i mean we could try. Next weekend maybe?" Your Mama suggested. Cause both of you didn't have a game or practice then. You just started going back to Team practice two weeks ago. Before that you were still recovering from the physical aspect of the Car accident. Since you broke your shoulder Blade and had also had a broken Leg and ankle.

"yes let's do that." Your Mom nodded her head in agreement. Harper was all snuggled up into your side, you were sleeping rather peacefully right now. Which was rare for you.

A few hours later you woke up, everyone was still asleep, you somehow managed to untangle yourself from your Family and walked into the kitchen. Grabbing yourself a Glass of orange juice before walking into your room. Sitting down on the floor, with your Art supplies. You just started a pencil sketch. It was a Family Portrait of your moms, Harper, Koby and yourself. All of sudden you hear small footsteps walking into your room.

"y/n, No more sleep?" Your Baby sister asked. You shook your head 'no'.

"cause of Bad Dreams?" She wanted to know. You nodded your head 'yes' now. Tearing up a bit. Harper climbed into your lsp right away. Wiping your tears away.

"mommies are worried. You have no voice." She explained.

"i...am afraid." You whispered out. Your voice hoarse.

"afawid?" Harper asked. You nodded your head softly. She looked at you, quite surprised. For two reasons, because you talked and you admitted you were afraid.

"yes, cause people want to talk about the accident, Harps." You explained. Voice still barely above a whisper.

Outside of your room behind the half closed doors, there was your Mom watching. Tearing up. Your Mama walked over.

"why are you crying, Love?" Your mama asked your Mom. Whispering gently.

"Harper got y/n to talk." She whispered out, wiping away her tears. Your mama was tearing up now.

"are you sure you heard her Talk and not just..." She started to say but then she heard you reply to Harper.

"i know i have to talk about it... it's just scary." You admitted.

"oh my god." Your Mama whispered out.

"let's go make ourselves known." Your Mom answered. A sleeping Koby in her arms.

The two walked into your room.

"hey sweet girls." Your mama answered with a smile on her face. You noticed the tears. Realizing your moms must have heard you talk. You just knew by the looks of it. So you got up, Harper on your hip. Hugging your Mama and your Mom at the same time. While you managed to hold your little sister and be careful not to hurt your Baby Brother.

"i Love all of you." You told them and they teared up again. Full on crying now. After so many months of not hearing your voice you finally talked again. It may was a small step to Others outside your Family. But for your moms it was such a big deal. And to you it was as well.

"we Love you too!" Your Mama said.

"with everything we have." Your Mom whispered out. Smiling through the tears.

A/N: let me know If you want a second Part.

[wattpadbxtch]

All Falls Down

pt.1

drug-dealer!paige x azzi fic. there will be smut and violence soo boom. also there are sum be plot holes. might fix them later or wtv

The dorm felt smaller than usual. The four white walls that once held nothing but good memories now felt like a prison closing in on Azzi. She sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, bouncing her leg so fast her knee nearly knocked over the water bottle on the floor. Her other hand was clenched into a fist, nails digging into her palm so hard they left little crescent moons in her skin.

“Shit bad rn. Don’t wait up.”

That was the last text Paige sent her. That was an hour ago.

Azzi had tried calling—once, twice, five times—but Paige wasn’t picking up. Wasn’t texting back. And that wasn’t like her.

Her stomach was in knots. Paige had been moving reckless lately, thinking she was invincible. She’d always been like that—so sure of herself, so certain she couldn’t lose. But Azzi knew better. Nobody ran the game forever.

She rubbed a hand over her face and tried to calm herself, but her brain wouldn’t stop spinning. The last time she saw Paige, they argued.

“You gotta stop this, P,” Azzi had pleaded, standing in front of the door so Paige couldn’t leave.

Paige had just smirked, tilting her head like Azzi was talking crazy. “Relax, baby. I got us.”

“No, you don’t!” Azzi had snapped, surprising even herself with how loud she got. “You think you untouchable, but you not! You just lucky, and luck gon’ run out!”

Paige had stepped forward, cupping Azzi’s face like she could hold all her worries in her hands. “Ain’t no luck, Z. It’s just me. I know what I’m doing.”

But Azzi knew that was a lie. If Paige really knew what she was doing, she wouldn’t be out right now, in the streets, moving shit like she wasn’t the most recognizable person on campus. UConn’s golden girl, National Player of the Year, everybody’s favorite. A face like hers wasn’t supposed to be in the trap.

But she was.

And now, she was missing.

Azzi’s hands were shaking. She unlocked her phone again, scrolling through their texts, trying to make sense of something—anything. Maybe she missed a sign. Maybe she could find a clue.

That’s when a new text popped up on her screen.

“They got her.”

Her breath hitched. Her entire body went still.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, heart slamming against her ribs so hard she thought it might crack.

“Who?? Where?? Stop playing w me.”

No answer.

Azzi jumped up so fast her chair scraped against the floor. She grabbed her keys, already halfway out the door, when a voice stopped her.

“Azzi, chill,” Nika said, stepping into the hallway. Her voice was low, serious in a way that made Azzi’s stomach twist even more. “It’s bad, bro.”

Azzi turned to her, eyes wide. “Bad how? Where’s Paige? What happened?”

Aaliyah stepped out behind Nika, arms crossed, looking at the floor like she couldn’t even bring herself to say it.

Nika licked her lips, hesitating. “Cops got her.”

Azzi’s world tilted.

She grabbed Nika’s arm, gripping so tight her fingers turned white. “What?”

“She got caught up, Z. That drop she was making? It was a setup. They had been watching her for weeks.”

Azzi’s breath came in short gasps. “No. No, no, no, no. She’s smart. She don’t make mistakes like that—”

“She slipped,” Nika cut in, voice hard. “They don’t make mistakes.”

Azzi felt her knees go weak. “Fuck.”

Her head was spinning. Paige. In jail. Paige, who promised she had everything under control. Paige, who swore she’d never let it get this far. Paige, who was now sitting in a holding cell, probably scared as hell, waiting for a miracle that wasn’t coming.

Azzi backed up, shaking her head. “No. No, we gotta do something. We gotta—”

“Ain’t no bail,” Aaliyah muttered. “They hit her with real shit. Intent to distribute. Conspiracy. She ain’t just getting out, Azzi.”

Azzi’s hands curled into fists. “No. That’s bullshit. She didn’t—she wouldn’t—”

“She did,” Nika interrupted. “You know she did.”

And that’s what broke her.

Azzi turned on her heel and ran.

She didn’t know where she was going, but she had to move, had to do something.

She burst out of the dorm into the cold night air, heart hammering in her chest. She ran until her lungs burned, until the tears streaming down her face blurred her vision.

She ended up at the only place that made sense.

-

The trap house was dark, but she knew someone was inside. She banged on the door so hard her knuckles ached.

“Open the fuck up!”

Footsteps. Then the door cracked open, a chain still locking it in place. A familiar face peeked through.

“Damn, Azzi. You loud as fuck.”

“Where the fuck is T?” she snapped.

A pause. Then the door unlatched.

She pushed past the guy, stepping into the dimly lit living room. The place smelled like weed and bad decisions. T was sitting on the couch, rolling a blunt like he wasn’t the reason her world was falling apart.

“You set her up,” Azzi said, voice shaking.

T glanced up, completely unfazed. “Nah.”

“Bullshit.”

He sighed, setting the blunt down. “Nobody set her up, Z. She got sloppy. That’s on her.”

Azzi clenched her fists, ready to swing. “You knew. You knew the cops was on her ass, and you ain’t say shit!”

T exhaled through his nose. “Wasn’t my business.”

“Fuck you!” she screamed, lunging at him.

Somebody grabbed her before she could connect, arms locking around her waist, dragging her back.

“Get the fuck off me!” she yelled, kicking, struggling, but they wouldn’t let go.

T just shook his head. “Ain’t no point in all that. She knew what it was.”

Azzi’s chest heaved. “You don’t care at all, huh?”

He didn’t answer.

She yanked herself free, glaring at all of them—Paige’s so-called “business partners,” the same people who let her fall without a second thought.

“She ain’t built for this,” Azzi muttered. “And y’all knew that.”

Still, nobody said shit.

Azzi turned and walked out.

-

The next morning, Azzi sat outside the jail, waiting for visitation hours. She hadn’t slept. Had barely breathed.

When they finally let her in, she damn near ran to the booth.

And there she was.

Paige.

She looked… different.

Her hair was messy, dark circles under her eyes. She looked exhausted. But when she saw Azzi, she managed a small, tired smirk.

“Hey, baby.”

Azzi’s vision blurred with tears. She grabbed the phone. “Paige.”

Paige leaned forward, pressing her hand against the glass. Azzi mirrored it, wishing she could touch her.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Paige whispered.

Azzi sniffled, shaking her head. “Why’d you do it, P?”

Paige sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I wanted to take care of us. I wanted more for us. And I thought I had it figured out.”

Azzi bit her lip, trying to hold herself together. “Now what?”

Paige’s face fell. “I don’t know.”

Azzi closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks.

They sat in silence, hands pressed to the glass, both of them breaking in their own ways.

All that time, Paige thought she was building something for them.

But in the end, all she did was tear it down.

note: this ended up being not mini whatsoever and has 12 parts so boom. ima try to release them all within 2 days. but i have a life so shit might get in the way. dont hold it against me😟

smut will be in later chapters

[noreasontobebland]

I think unintentional Phone Sex with Sylus would be perfect.

You love Sylus’ voice.

He could be reading a thesaurus and you’d be so engaged with how he speaks it’s almost hypnotizing.

It’s rich, deep, velvet like you’re not sure why his tone had such an effect on you . But he might have been the cause of your voice kink.

“Go get the package I got for you.”

“What package?”

“The one that’s about to be left at your door.”

Sylus being the gift giver he is got you some new humidifiers for your house. You briefly mentioned how tense you feel after work and he of course took it upon himself to get you it, “Sy….you didn’t have to.”

He chuckles, which left a chill down your spine, “Of course I did…my little hunter deserves to feel rested after fighting all day.”

You shamelessly bite your lip to conceal the smile being brought up, his accent(?), the way he practically purses your name, it just gives you up the wall.

He calls you kitten, but he’s the real cat.

“I um…” clearing your throat and thoughts you set down the box, “Thank you, Sy…”

“You can thank me better when I see you tonight….miss.hunter.”

Was he doing it on purpose?

He probably was.

You didn’t care, and you unfortunately gotten riled up already and it’s only 1 o’clock in the afternoon.

“What are you…doing now..”

“I just got out the shower, and getting dressed for a meeting. Are you okay, sweetie. Why the faux concern…”

“Wh—it’s not fake concern! I just…I missed you….tell me about your day…”

Sylus could read you like a book, though he could easily call you out on your bullshit, especially with how your voice is practically quivering whenever he says your name he decides to entertain you.

The deal can wait, he needs to tend to you.

“Well, my love…I was sleep up until a couple hours ago…”

“Mmhmm…”

You really hated to feel your body move on its own to your bed. Your phone was basically glued to your ears until your snatched your AirPods from your counter to turn on the “noise cancellation “ option.

Sylus could hear the ruffling of clothes on the other end. A noise he is very familiar with so he begins to smirk a little.

You’re such a cute pervert. He thinks.

“Y’know..when I took my shower I remembered the last time we took one together.”

“Hm…”

“I remembered how sensitive you were to whenever I cleaned you up…in..both ways of course.”

“…both….ways?”

You tried really hard to seem engaged with what he was saying, but it was pretty hard to heard when your mind went straight to him between your legs again.

But sadly since he wasn’t, your fingers were.

And he knew.

“Yes, my little hunter from when I scrubbed your body down to places you often struggle to reach…and well…Y’know…”

“…w-what?”

“When I…” A breathless laugh comes from his throat, he honestly started to feel hisself get hard from just thinking about it.

Sylus tried to turn you on and leave you needy, but ended up doing it to himself, so…new plan.

“When I get on my knees for you..and I licked your pussy—-“

Somehow he was able to knock the wind out of your throat without even having to touch you this time. It was an unsustainable feeling in the pit of your belly, it was almost shameful when your skipped a finger in between your lower lips and easily slid in.

You were soaked.

“I—..”

“I loved looking up at you in the shower. You seem you twitch the most when I suckle underneath….the hood of your clit.”

It was a sight for sore eyes, but Sylus’ had to place his phone down for a second to catch his own breath. Dammit he missed you and he just seen you only 2 days ago.

He was a man of knowing how to keep a steady poker face and tone so picking back up the phone he kept going. “Y’still there?”

“Yes!” It was embarrassing, but you cried out to him. Leaving you wanting to hang up the phone, but instead covered your mouth. “Yes…I’m..here.”

It felt like an eternity until he spoke up….you felt like you wanted to hide. Rubbing your little clit while Sylus was speaking. You’ve never done this, and neither has he.

“Then cum on your fingers with me.”

“I—-“

Sylus was restless, by the time you hummed his name earlier his hand was already fisting his dick, his cheeks were flushed and his head thrown back, naked and getting hotter by the second on his bed.

“Sylus….keep…talking.”

“What do want me to say…”

He struggled not to moan louder than you at this point.

“Anything. Please!���

You whining was all he needed to keep going, “When you get here. I need you to do me a favor…okay?”

“Whatever you want…!”

His warm rich chuckle made you circle your clit faster, “Y’don’t even know what it is…so eager to please me?”

….

“When you get here…I want you on your back. Legs spread and reenact what you’re doing to yourself right now…”

“Sy…”

“You’ll do that for me..won’t you?”

“Yes!” You whine, “Yes I will.”

“My good …girl—fuck—then cum for me.”

You could slightly hear the wet sounds of him stroking his dick, it was growing louder the faster he got it became erotic. But it was so sexy to envision Sylus lying there rubbing himself to the thought of you and only you.

“Sylus…!”

The way your orgasm washed over you, you couldn’t help, but to be a little louder than usual.

Sylus on the other hand groaned your name so softly, trying to catch his breath.

The mental image of your playing with yourself in front of him as he watches has always been a dream of his. So it didn’t take much for him to already make a mess on his hand.

It was nothing but you both trying to steady your breathing, you almost felt a little awkward until Sylus spoke.

“I’ll see you tonight, my pretty girl.”

[shaiyasstuff]

for the fic requests, perhaps MC on a mission w/the hunters' association and zayne acting as one of the field medics? doting, chiding, obsessing over MC's every little injury and MC is so annoyed but so in love lmao. if you're cool with it, heavy angst/injury would be so so cool to see <3

— @into-deepspace

Omg this was a great write. I really hope I met your request with this >.<

“Zayne,” you say quietly, voice stripped raw from hours of arguing, “if you walk out that door… don’t ever come back.”

He pauses—his hand frozen on the doorknob.

You see his back stiffen. See the way his shoulders lock into place, rigid. He turns slightly, just enough for you to catch the flicker in his eyes, the downturn of his mouth. Like he wants to say something but doesn’t trust himself to speak.

He doesn’t say it.

Instead, he glares at you. Not with the cold indifference you’ve grown used to—but something sharper, messier. Anger. Not the kind that burns bright, but the kind that festers deep.

You hold his stare, because you’re just as angry.

Angry and tired and aching in all the places love used to live.

You don’t even remember what started the fight.

Maybe it was something small. Maybe it wasn’t.

At this point, the details feel irrelevant. The damage is already done.

It was always going to end like this—with silence as the last word spoken between you.

Then he’s gone.

Just like that.

And you’re left standing in the quiet, breath held tight in your chest, staring at a closed door like it’s some kind of betrayal.

Like it’s a wound.

You don’t cry. You told yourself you wouldn’t.

But then—why is your face wet?

—•

That was almost a year ago.

Time has moved forward in jagged, uneven pieces. You buried yourself in missions, chasing danger like it could silence the echo of his name in your head.

Wanderers became your outlet.

The battlefield, your therapy.

It helped.

And it didn’t.

Because while you stopped going to the hospital just to see him, while you learned how to laugh without checking if he was watching… it didn’t stop the truth from sinking in deeper every day.

He didn’t come after you.

That silence hurt more than any goodbye ever could.

You pretended not to care. Switched physicians.

Acted indifferent during checkups, feigned politeness with cold hands and colder words.

You were convincing.

Or maybe you just got good at lying to yourself.

—•

You’re in the firing range now, the sharp scent of metal and gunpowder grounding you in the present.

Tara talks beside you, all animated gestures and excitement about a new expedition. Something about Akso Hospital sending medics.

You only half-listen, until your heart starts to race at a single word.

Medics.

Your stomach knots.

“Tara,” you say, interrupting her mid-sentence.

She blinks, startled. “Yeah?”

You hesitate, the question already bitter on your tongue. “Zayne… he wouldn’t be one of them, right?”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then Xavier and Tara exchange a glance—brief, telling.

Xavier crosses his arms. “He’s always assigned to these expeditions. I wouldn’t expect that to change now.”

You feel the breath knock out of you. Like your body forgot how to breathe around his name.

You nod stiffly, barely hearing Tara say something about seeing you next week as you turn away.

You don’t look back.

You can’t.

—•

The expedition day arrives faster than you were ready for.

Too fast.

You’re early, mostly because Tara wouldn’t stop calling, dragging you out of bed with threats and cheerful lies.

When you spot her waving, you narrow your eyes in mock irritation.

“It’s seven in the morning,” you mutter, words sharp with exhaustion.

She beams, entirely unfazed. “Early bird gets the worm,” she sings, looping her arm through yours.

But your eyes are elsewhere.

You scan the camp instinctively—searching for dark hair, green eyes, a presence you’ve tried to forget how to miss.

Tara notices.

She always does.

Before you can look too long, she tugs you toward the forest. “There’s a strong Metaflux reading nearby. Thought it’d make a good distraction.”

She taps her watch, the projection flickering between pulses.

You nod, fingers already ghosting the edge of your weapon. “Thanks,” you say softly.

Then you run into the forest.

Not for the mission.

But to escape the possibility of seeing him before your heart is ready.

If it ever will be.

—•

“What happened?!”

Zayne’s voice cuts through the low hum of the medical tent, sharp and demanding.

You barely register it, your vision swimming, but you catch the tremor beneath the anger—something frayed, something afraid.

Tara stumbles in beside you, half dragging, half supporting your weight.

Her voice is breathless, rushed. “I—I don’t know, she just ran. Straight into the woods before I could stop her.”

Your knees buckle as she lowers you onto a cot, and for a second, the world tilts.

You press a trembling hand against your side, where blood seeps through your suit, warm and relentless.

Your fingers are numb.

Then he’s there.

Zayne.

His presence crashes into you before his hands do—steady, practiced, but urgent in a way you haven’t seen in a long time.

He doesn’t say your name.

Doesn’t ask for permission.

Just rips your uniform open with clinical precision, and suddenly you’re drowning in the scent of antiseptic and the press of his hands against your skin.

He’s muttering something under his breath. Swearing.

Barking orders to Grayson, who scrambles to prepare equipment.

Your blood stains his gloves.

And yet—his hands don’t shake.

But his eyes—God, his eyes.

They betray him.

There’s panic there, rising behind the mask he wears so well.

You watch him through half-lidded eyes, vision dimming at the edges, his features distorted by pain and fever and something you don’t want to name.

“Why now?” you want to ask. “Why do you still look at me like that?”

But your lips won’t move.

He presses gauze to your wound, then his hand to your forehead, checking your pulse, grounding you with the sound of his voice.

“You’re going to be okay.”

It’s the last thing you hear before the dark pulls you under.

And it sounds almost like a promise he wishes he had made sooner.

—•

When consciousness returns, it does so slowly—like surfacing from deep water. Sounds bleed in first, muffled and distant, followed by the dull throb of pain blooming in your side.

Then touch.

Warmth, steady and trembling, wrapped around your hand.

You blink, the edges of your vision still soft, unfocused. The world is a blur of shadow and filtered light, but beside you, there’s movement.

A figure.

Black hair.

Shoulders hunched, head bowed.

Zayne.

He’s sitting at your bedside, unaware you’re awake.

Your hand is cradled in both of his, held gently but with desperation—like a lifeline, or maybe a regret he’s not ready to let go of.

His forehead rests against your knuckles, and you can feel the faint brush of his breath against your skin.

He’s whispering something.

Too quiet to hear.

Too broken to ignore.

You stay still, not because you’re weak—though you are—but because you don’t want to startle the moment.

Because there’s something sacred in the way he holds you, something raw in the way his shoulders shake as if he’s praying for time to turn back.

As if he still cares.

As if he never stopped.

“I’m sorry for walking away. Please… just be okay.”

His voice is barely a breath—fragile, fraying at the edges.

You hear it as though through water, muffled and distant, yet it echoes with startling clarity in your chest.

The words linger in the air between you, heavy and aching. A confession spoken too late. A plea carved from guilt.

Your hand is still in his, held against his cheek like it’s the only thing tethering him to this moment.

You don’t move. You don’t speak.

Part of you wants to.

To ask why. To scream at him for showing up only after the bleeding began, for saying the things you begged to hear a year ago when he stood at your door and chose to leave.

But another part of you—quieter, lonelier—just watches.

Because in this fragile sliver of time, Zayne looks like a man unraveling.

And for the first time since he walked away, you let yourself believe he might’ve regretted it.

Your throat is dry, the effort it takes to speak like dragging sound through splinters, but you manage it—just barely.

“Zayne…”

His name falls from your lips like a whisper torn from the depths of you, and it cuts through the silence like a blade.

His head jerks up.

Eyes meet yours.

And in that instant—just a flicker—you see it.

The glimmer of tears.

Unspoken sorrow pools in the green of his gaze, raw and unguarded in a way you’ve never seen before.

Not even when he left.

Not even when he chose silence over goodbye.

You never thought he could cry.

But now, his expression is breaking in front of you—cracks forming in all the places he once kept carefully closed off.

His lips part like he wants to speak, to explain, to reach for something that’s long since fallen apart between you.

But he doesn’t move.

He just stares at you like you’re a ghost he thought he’d lost for good.

And maybe, for a while, you were.

In the next breath, he moves—

Without hesitation, without words, without asking.

He gathers you into his arms with a desperation that betrays every mask he’s ever worn.

Careful but urgent, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go again.

Your face is pressed to his chest, where his heart hammers wildly beneath the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, voice cracking with the weight of it. “I’m so sorry.”

His hand trembles as it runs through your hair, the other tightening around you, anchoring you to him like he’s afraid this is all some cruel illusion.

“I never should’ve walked away,” he breathes, the words spilling fast, almost frantic. “I thought I was doing the right thing, I thought—”

He swallows, hard.

“But it killed me. Every day without you… it never stopped hurting.”

You don’t speak. You don’t need to.

Because as he holds you, whispering apology after apology into your skin, something inside you starts to give.

Not entirely. Not all at once. But enough.

The ache—deep, dull, ever-present—begins to quiet beneath the weight of his arms, beneath the softness of his voice, beneath the words you once begged for in silence:

“I still love you,” he says.

And this time, you let him say it.

You let it settle in the hollowed-out places of you, the ones he left behind.

You let yourself believe—if only for a moment—that maybe he never stopped.

You don’t know how long you stay like that—folded into his chest, listening to the rapid, uneven beat of his heart as if it might sync with yours again.

But eventually, he pulls back, just enough to look at you.

His thumb brushes across your cheek, gentle, almost reverent. “You’re burning up,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. “You need fluids. And a new bandage. That wrap was too loose, I should’ve—”

“Zayne—” you try to interrupt, but he’s already on his feet.

He moves like a man possessed, rifling through the med kit, checking your vitals, adjusting the IV line like he’s performing surgery in the middle of a war zone.

The moment of quiet closeness you shared begins to evaporate beneath his furrowed brow and endless muttering.

You sigh as he returns to your side, lifting your arm to examine a shallow scrape on your bicep.

“That’s barely a scratch,” you grumble, trying to pull away. “It’ll heal on its own.”

He ignores you.

“This could get infected,” he says in that infuriatingly calm, clinical tone, already reaching for antiseptic. “And I told Grayson to bring another thermal blanket. You’re still shivering.”

“I’m not—” You stop yourself when you realize, begrudgingly, that you are.

Still, you narrow your eyes at him. “You’re fussing.”

“I’m treating you.”

“You’re fussing,” you insist, wincing slightly as he dabs at the scrape with a touch more pressure than necessary. “Zayne, you don’t have to—”

“I do,” he says, quiet but firm. He doesn’t look at you.

You fall silent. Because there’s something final in his voice, something heavy with guilt.

He finishes wrapping your arm with soft, meticulous care, then moves to check your bandaged side again.

You huff, flinching when his cold fingers brush your skin.

“Zayne.”

He pauses. “What?”

“If you touch one more bruise, I swear I’m going to throw something at you.”

A slow breath leaves him, and for the first time, a small smile touches the corner of his lips.

There he is.

Still Zayne. Still impossible.

He meets your gaze then, and there’s a warmth in his eyes that steals the last breath of your irritation. “You can throw whatever you want at me,” he says softly. “Just… stay.”

You look at him, at the man who left, the man who’s now trying to piece you back together in every way he knows how.

And you don’t say yes.

But you don’t say no either.

And maybe—for now—that’s enough.

@into-deepspace request done :))

[eddiazx]

close call - eddie diaz x reader

Based on this request: Ooh! Secret relationships?! What about a Buck's little sister dating Eddie. They manage to keep it secret for at least 6 months until she gets in a really bad car accident like it takes them a bit to get her extricated but when she's pinned and scared she asks for Eddie and he calls her baby and that's how Buck finds out. She ends up passing out and then it's real touch and go like they’re pretty sure she won't survive. Buck ends up just being really happy she has someone especially if this is the end. Fluffy ending when she finally wakes up in the hospital. 👀🥰 please?

The 118 is en route to the call about a car accident when the street and buildings start looking extremely familiar.

“Isn’t this where..” Chim starts, but Buck finishes the sentence.

“Yeah. Yeah it's where my sister works.” The words come out barely above a whisper, Buck’s heart slamming against his chest and his ears ringing. He tries to breathe in deep breaths - just because it was in front of your workplace doesn’t mean you were the one involved in the accident. 

“Maybe you should stay in the engine during this.” Bobby looks back, eyes on Buck, but directing the statement at the two friends sitting next to each other.

"Don't ask me to do that, Cap." Buck grits out, swinging open the doors to the engine before running to the scene.

His worst fears come true. You're lying on the sidewalk, eyes glazed, punching out laboured breaths.

"Y/N!" Buck runs over to you. He doesn't know what to do - this is Hen and Chim's domain, but he grabs your hand and holds on tightly, murmuring reassuring words to you.

"Buck." You squeeze your brother's hand tightly, before you eyes flit to behind him. "Eddie? You're here, too." Your words are barely audible before your eyes flutter closed in pain. Eddie can't help the tears in his eyes. He reaches forward instinctively to take your other hand in his.

"I'm here, baby." Eddie replies, uncaring who hears, because he feels like his heart is being torn in two watching you in pain. Buck's head whips towards his best friend at the term of endearment. "Of course I'm here. You're going to be okay, my love. We're getting you to the hospital."

"Do the two of you want to ride with her in the ambulance?" Hen asks softly. They both nod, albeit Buck's nod was more stilted, eyes boring into the back of Eddie's head.

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Once at the hospital, the entire 118, Maddie, Athena, and Karen sit in the waiting room in a tense silence. A nurse had run into the room hours ago with a crash cart, and there had been more than a few moments where everything seemed critical, but the doctors had since reassured the group that you were stable and could accept visitors.

Buck and Maddie get up to go into the room. Maddie looks back at Eddie, beckoning him to join them.

Once the three of them are in the room with you, Eddie hangs back. He and Buck haven't exchanged a single word yet, so he doesn't know where his best friend's head is at. He wants to initiate a conversation - to explain, to apologize, to defend his love for you, but he doesn't think now is the right moment.

Your siblings sit next to your bed, smoothing your hair comfortingly. "You gave the three of us a fright." Maddie whispers softly.

"Three?" You croak out.

Maddie tilts her head towards Eddie, who looks awkward at the door, scratching the back of his neck.

"Eddie." The name falls out of your lips like a prayer, five letters packed full of love and relief.

Eddie takes that opportunity to stand on the other side of your bed, pressing a kiss onto your temple. His eyes are soft, concerned, and full of adoration.

"Wow." Buck says.

You and Eddie look at him, questioningly.

"I can't believe I didn't notice how you look at each other. Did you know about this?" Buck asks Maddie.

"Everyone but you did, Buck."

"Are you angry?" Eddie asks his best friend. He knows there is some sort of unspoken bro code, but the two of you falling in love months ago had been inevitable.

"I thought I was...but seeing how well the two of you fit? Knowing that two of the closest people in my life love each other? It just seems natural." Buck admits.

Eddie rounds the bed to pull your brother into a tight, warm hug.

"Okay, I'm the one in the hospital bed, attention on me please." You joke but your eyes are full of happy, unshed tears at seeing two of your favourite men embrace.

As laughter rings throughout the room, you couldn't help but be thankful for the close call.

[bangchanswvife]

closer than before - ♡

이희승 as your childhood bestfriend ⋆˙⟡ wc. ୨ৎ mature drabble 𐙚 smut (18+ mdni!!), fingering, begging, dirty talk, explicit language, unprotected sex (dont!!) praise kink >⩊<

wc: 4k 👀

genre: smut, romance, childhood bestfriends to lovers, long distance

synopsis: you and heeseung have always had an unbreakable bond, but ever since he debuted as a kpop idol, your time together became almost nonexistent. despite the distance, you never stopped supporting him from afar. one day, missing him more than ever, you decide to take matters into your own hands— booking a flight to seoul for a surprise reunion.

but what starts as a simple visit quickly turns into something much more… unexpected. between secret meetups, late-night confessions, and undeniable tension, you begin to wonder— has your friendship with heeseung always been just friendship? or was there always something more waiting to surface? (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

RELEASED TODAYY!!

ps: not proof read plus this is my first ever!! so please bare with me 💕💕 ENJOYYY!!

tags 🏷️ @shy9-29

you stared at your phone, the screen glowing in the dim light of your room. heeseung’s last message, sent weeks ago, felt like an echo in the silence.

“sorry, things have been crazy with practice and schedules. i’ll text when i can, i promise.”

but he never did.

a deep sigh escaped your lips as you tossed your phone onto the bed, frustration creeping in once again. you weren’t mad at him, not really. you understood the demands of his career. he was living his dream, and you were so proud of him. but that didn’t change the ache in your chest, the emptiness you felt every time you opened your phone to see his name but no new message from him.

before heeseung debuted, the two of you had been inseparable. you were his best friend, his confidant, and he was yours. you spent days together—lazy afternoons in your favorite cafés, spontaneous trips to the arcade, or quiet nights in, simply talking about everything and nothing at all. there was no distance between you, no walls.

but now, it felt like there was an ocean between you. even when you watched his performances, his interviews, his variety shows, it wasn’t enough. the man on the screen was still heeseung, but he was different now. a part of him seemed to belong to the world, to his fans, to his idol image, and less to you.

you tried not to let it get to you, but it did.

you glanced at your phone again. the unread messages from him piled up, all of them filled with apologies and vague promises about making time. but you knew those promises weren’t real. not anymore. not with his packed schedule and his growing fame.

you closed your eyes, rubbing your temples. it wasn’t just that you missed him. it was the feeling that you were a ghost in his life now. your friendship had once felt like it could weather anything, but now it was becoming a distant memory.

it was crazy, you knew it was crazy, but a thought tugged at you—a wild, reckless idea. maybe it was the desperation that made it seem possible. maybe it was the feeling of being stuck, trapped in the routine of watching him from a distance. whatever it was, it had you typing before you could second-guess yourself.

seoul, south korea. one-way ticket.

your finger hovered over the mouse. your heart thudded in your chest.

you clicked “book.”

you were going to seoul. you were going to see heeseung.

—

the flight felt like it lasted forever. It was more than the cramped space, the long hours, the fatigue from being stuck in one place for so long. It was the waiting, the anticipation, the flood of emotions that kept swirling in your chest. what if it was a mistake? what if he didn’t want you there? what if everything between you had changed so much that you didn’t even know how to reconnect?

but as the plane touched down and you stepped off into the crisp air of Seoul, everything else faded. the city felt alive, vibrant, and overwhelming all at once. neon lights blinked in a thousand colors, the chatter of people, the distant hum of traffic—it all felt so new and exciting. and you, standing there with nothing but the hope that things would be the same, felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

you pulled your phone out of your pocket and stared at your chat with Heeseung. the thought of texting him made your heart beat faster. would he be happy? would he be surprised? or worse, would he be upset that you just showed up out of nowhere? you chewed your bottom lip, fingers hovering over the screen.

You: Hey, guess what? I’m in Seoul. Surprise!

you hit send before you could talk yourself out of it.

It only took a few moments for the response to come through, but it felt like an eternity.

Heeseung: WHAT????? You’re joking???

Heeseung: Where are you right now??

your stomach flipped with nervous excitement as you quickly typed back the location. within moments, your phone buzzed again.

Heeseung: Stay right there. I’m coming.

you barely had time to process his words when you saw him—Heeseung, moving quickly through the crowd. his black hoodie and mask were unmissable, even as he weaved through the people. you recognized the way he moved, the confidence in his step, but it was the moment your eyes met that made your heart skip.

before you could say anything, Heeseung was there. he pulled you into a hug, so tight you could barely breathe.

“You’re really here,” his voice was muffled against your hair.

“I’m really here,” you whispered back, feeling the weight of his arms around you, grounding you in the moment.

there were no words for how good it felt to be wrapped in his embrace again. everything felt right, as if the months of silence had never happened. as if nothing had changed.

but the way Heeseung pulled away, his hands lingering on your arms, told you that he wasn’t sure. he was searching your face for something—maybe reassurance, maybe the confirmation that this wasn’t some dream.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” his voice was soft, a little unsure.

you hesitated. “I didn’t know if you’d have time for me.”

his expression shifted, a mix of confusion and something deeper. “Of course I’d have time for you,” he said quickly, almost too quickly, like he was trying to convince himself as much as you. “I—” He paused, looking away, his words trailing off.

“Don’t what?” you asked, your voice quiet but insistent, wanting him to finish.

Heeseung’s gaze returned to you, but it was filled with something unreadable. “It doesn’t mean I don’t miss you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

uour breath caught in your throat.

Heeseung had always been your best friend, but there was something in the way he looked at you now, something different. something that made your heart race and your stomach twist with nerves. you didn’t know what it meant yet, but you felt it—he felt it too.

Heeseung insisted on taking you to his dorm. despite your protests, telling him you could easily find a hotel, he simply shook his head, pulling you close with a familiar warmth. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, arm settling around your shoulders. “The guys won’t mind.”

You weren’t so sure about that, but you followed him, trying to ignore the strange fluttering feeling in your chest. the guys were already asleep when you arrived, but the warmth of the dorm hit you immediately—the sound of soft laughter in the background, the hum of their ongoing banter. It felt like nothing had changed at all.

the second you stepped inside, you were immediately greeted by Jungwon, who tackled you in a bear hug.

“YOU’RE REAL?” Jungwon gaped at you, as if you were some myth he hadn’t quite believed in. “You’re actually here?”

you laughed, nodding. “I think so?”

“We thought Heeseung made you up,” Jay teased from the couch, raising an eyebrow. “Like a childhood best friend that only existed in his imagination.”

Heeseung threw a pillow at him, laughing along. the easy banter made you feel at home, reminded you of the closeness you and Heeseung once shared. for the first time in a long time, you felt like you belonged, like you hadn’t drifted away completely.

but even as you laughed with the others, something else lingered. a quiet tension that hadn’t been there before. the way Heeseung would lean closer when you spoke. the soft way he touched your arm as he guided you through the space. It was subtle, but it was enough to send a flutter of uncertainty through your chest.

that night, once the others had drifted to sleep, Heeseung decides to go live on weverse, he sets up in a cozy area in the room, placing his phone on a table, making sure all the angles were good

meanwhile your in the back laying down on his bed.

“y/n, im gonna go live in a couple of minutes, so try not to make noises in the back,” he said with a slight smile on his face.

you nodded your head and continue scrolling on your phone — meanwhile Heeseung was live talking with engenes, an idea popped up in your head..

you quietly got up from the bed, making sure he doesn’t notice you. you got on your knees and and secretly crawled under the table, seconds till Heeseung saw you underneath the desk. 

he looks at you with a confused expression on his face, and he whispered quietly, “what are you doing?!” but he quickly stopped speaking so the people on live wouldn’t notice.

you tied your hair up while staring directly at him without breaking eye contact. he started to breathe heavily while he staring at you.

Heeseung adjusts the camera, making sure they could not see what was going on under the table. you slid your hands onto his thighs and slowly went higher. Heeseung was holding back any noises but he manspreaded his legs, leaning back in his chair releasing a sigh from his mouth, staring at his phone, but occasionally. he looks down at you to see what your doing, you unbuckle his pants, pulling his pants halfway down.

you notice how hard he was and his pre cum was spilling out, leaving a wet mark on his boxers. you start stroking his bulge slowly, rubbing the tip a bit, he moans loudly with a dishevelled look on his face. engenes immediately start flooding up the comments like:

“Heeseung are you okay?”

“OMG, whats wrong with hee?”

“Hes sweating up badly.”

he immediately tries to cover it up by coughing 

“s-sorry guys im a little s-sick…” he murmured

you removed his boxers, you gasped slightly, noticing how long and thick it was. you started to suck his balls, then switched to his thick veiny cock. feeling his entire cock deep in your throat looking up at him seductively while gagging

he bit his lip trying to hold back his moan, but failed to keep it in, letting out a extremely loud whimper.

“a-ah!”

he quickly turns to the phone to mute the live, and he says

 “what are you doing, they’re gonna find out!” 

looking down at you while trying to push you away, but you stay in place trying not to move.

“please heeseung, i need to feel you deep inside me” you say while caressing his thigh.

he groans and says “fine..dont complain when it hurts,” while smirking at you.

while totally forgetting he was on live and people can still see him, the comments flooded in instantly, fans speculating, questioning, and trying to piece together what was happening. but it didn’t stop there. within minutes, clips of the moment were everywhere, spreading across social media like wildfire. hashtags trended worldwide, discussions exploded in every fandom space, and theories ran rampant.

🗨️ Live Comments:

•”why does he keep looking down???”

•“who’s there with him???”

•“HELLO? did he just mute us and forget we   can still SEE HIM??”

•etc

he turned back to the phone, unmuting the live while reading the comments, realizing he should turned off his camera. now alot of engenes on the live were spamming. he says

“huh? what? no, nothing happened—i just need to go now.” laughing nervously

the second the screen goes black, he lets out a big sigh, running a hand through his hair.  

as soon as the live ends, the room is filled with silence—except for the sound of your own breath hitching when heeseung suddenly reaches for you. his fingers tangle in your hair, firm but not rough, tilting your head back so you’re forced to meet his gaze.

“fuck y/n, the things you do to me,” he said

his eyes are dark, filled with something unreadable as he leans in just enough for you to feel his breath against your skin. then, in a voice that sends a shiver down your spine, he murmurs,

“stand up, princess.”

his grip doesn’t loosen as he watches you, waiting—expecting.

you’re caught off guard by the intensity of the moment, but you can feel the tension hanging in the air. your pulse quickens as his grip on your hair stays firm, yet there’s a strange comfort in it, like an unspoken command.

you hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do, but the way his eyes stay locked on yours makes it clear he’s waiting for you to act.

slowly, you stand up, your body moving almost instinctively as his hand gently guides you. you can feel the weight of the moment, the way it shifts the air between you.

heeseung doesn’t give you a chance to fully process what’s happening. in one swift motion, he lifts you effortlessly, holding you against him with his grip still firm. your body presses against his as he pulls you closer, and you can feel the warmth radiating off him.

heeseung throws you onto the bed, his bambi eyes dark with hunger as he hovers over you, looking like he wants to devour you whole. leaning in, his breath hot against your skin, he whispers, “give me a chance to make you feel amazing .”

the way his voice drips with desire sends a shiver down your spine. just those words alone have you aching for him. your eyes meet his, filled with nothing but lust.

his soft hands slip beneath your shirt, fingertips grazing your heated skin as he palms your breasts, massaging them with slow, deliberate movements. a moan escapes your lips at the pleasure he’s giving you.

lifting your oversized t-shirt, he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses down your torso before taking one of your hardened peaks into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh.

“heeseung…,” you moan, arching into his touch, already drowning in him.

“you sound so pretty when you moan for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His hands trail down your body, fingertips tracing the dip of your waist before stopping at the waistband of your shorts.

“can I?” he asks, his darkened eyes meeting yours.

you nod, too lost in the moment to form words. that’s all he needs before he slides your shorts down, leaving you exposed beneath him. His fingers ghost over your thighs, teasing, before pressing against your soaked panties.

“fuck, you’re already dripping for me,” he groans, pressing a kiss just above your navel as he hooks his fingers into your panties and slowly drags them down.

his breath is warm against your bare skin, and anticipation coils tightly in your stomach. He presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh before looking up at you, his lips curved into a smirk.

“let’s see how many times I can make you moan my name tonight.” with total lust in his eyes.

he started to kiss you but his kisses started to get heated and messy, holding you underneath him, your body instantly reacting to him by spreading his legs wide open for him

“heeseung — please fuck me,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around him.

he wastes no time, as he pushes himself into your needy hole, your back arching, practically pulling him closer to you while digging your nails onto his back.

“oh my fucking god you feel amazing” he cursed out loud.

heeseung moans out loud “you want it baby??”

“beg for it.” he groans while pounding you

 he was so loud to the point the other members could’ve heard, but that was the least on his mind, he was only thinking about giving you the pleasure you needed.

“y-yes!!” you cried out, “please ruin me,”

ramming into your tight hole making your tits bounce with each hard thrust of his. while pulling your hair.

you struggled to breathe, now gripping the sheets for some type of support, while he completely obliterated and teared up your pussy in the best way possible, 

“is this what you wanted baby? for me to give what you’ve been begging for?”

you were so turned on, it was beyond impossible for you to hold in any longer, “im gonna—cum, please dont stop” you begged while kissing him all over his neck, giving him a bunch of hickeys.

“your close baby? gonna cum for me? do it, love,” he whispered.

pushing himself deep inside your wet, throbbing pussy as if it were the end of the world, and he wished this moment could last for ever.

he groaned “ugh fuck your so tight baby,”

with a deep breath and a final thrust shooting his load of cum inside your pussy, staying in that same spot, as you guys both breathed, taking a few minutes laying on top of you, then he proceeded to pulled, the mixture of his and your cum dripping down your cunt.

You couldn’t pull away from him. The heat between you both was palpable, and with every touch, every whispered word, you both fell deeper into it. Neither of you was willing to stop, not now, not after everything that had led to this moment.

As the final kiss lingered, both of you pulled away slowly, the air around you heavy and filled with the warmth of everything you’d just shared. You could still feel the echoes of his touch, the heat of his body pressed so close to yours, but there was something softer now—a sense of vulnerability that replaced the tension.

Heeseung’s chest heaved as he leaned his forehead against yours, both of you trying to steady your breaths. His hands rested gently on your hips, fingertips tracing patterns on your skin like he couldn’t help but touch you, even after everything that had just happened. The sound of the city below was distant now, as if it had faded away, leaving only the two of you in your own world.

“Are you okay?” Heeseung’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper, like he was afraid to break the fragile silence between you.

You nodded, a soft smile curving on your lips. “Yeah. I’m more than okay.”

Heeseung’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand, a small but tender gesture that made your heart flutter. The intensity of the moment still lingered, but now there was a softness, a slow realization settling in between you both.

He pulled you into a gentle hug, his arms wrapping around you as if he never wanted to let go. You leaned into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your own chest. It was comforting—real. After everything, this felt like the grounding you both needed.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted this for so long, but I wasn’t sure if you…”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, tightening your arms around him. “You don’t have to apologize.”

Heeseung took a deep breath, his hands smoothing down your back in slow, soothing motions. “I just… I care about you so much, and I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want you to think I’m just…”

“Just what?” you asked softly, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.

His gaze was vulnerable, more so than you’d ever seen it. “Just taking advantage of you. I want this to mean something. I want us to mean something.”

Your heart ached at his words. Heeseung was someone who had always been there for you, through thick and thin. But now, in this moment, you could see how much he truly cared, how much this meant to him. It wasn’t just physical. It wasn’t just the rush of desire. It was deeper than that.

“We mean something,” you whispered, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “This is real. And I’m not going anywhere, either.”

Heeseung smiled, his eyes softening as he pulled you back in for another hug. This one wasn’t filled with urgency or desperation. It was gentle, a promise—a reassurance that no matter what, you both had each other.

For a long while, you stayed in that embrace, savoring the quiet peace that followed the storm of emotions. The world felt distant, as though it was paused just for you two to exist in this moment. Heeseung’s hand was warm against your skin, and you could hear the rhythmic sound of his breathing, steady and calming.

When he pulled away, his fingers still intertwined with yours, he looked at you with an expression of both tenderness and something else—something you couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was fear. Or maybe it was relief. But there was something undeniably raw in the way he looked at you.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Heeseung asked, his voice barely audible. “I just… I don’t want to be apart from you right now.”

You smiled softly, nodding. “Of course. Stay as long as you need.”

Heeseung’s expression softened, and you could see the relief flood over him, the tension in his shoulders melting away as he leaned back against the balcony railing, pulling you closer. The comfort of his presence was enough. The way he held you now wasn’t about the fire from before, but about the quiet understanding between you. The bond that had always existed, but had just shifted in ways neither of you had expected.

“I’m glad you came here,” he murmured, his thumb brushing across your knuckles. “I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed this… us.”

You squeezed his hand, your fingers lightly pressing into his palm. “I’ve missed you too. I didn’t know how much until now.”

For the rest of the evening, there were no more words that needed to be spoken. The silence between you felt like an embrace of its own, comfortable and warm, as if everything you had been longing for had finally come to fruition. Every touch now felt like a reassurance, a promise that this wasn’t just a fleeting moment. It was the beginning of something new, something you were both ready to explore together.

As the night wore on, the city around you grew quieter, but inside, everything felt like it was just beginning. And for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to relax fully in his arms, knowing that whatever came next, you were no longer just friends. You were something deeper, something that was built on years of trust, unspoken feelings, and now, finally, a love that neither of you had expected, but were both more than ready to embrace.

As the days passed, you and Heeseung found a rhythm between the chaos of his life and the calm of your time together. You spent hours in each other’s company, but now, everything felt different. There was an ease between you, a comfort that had always been there, but now it was laced with something deeper—something undeniable. It was as if the air around you both had shifted, and you could breathe easier now that you had finally acknowledged what had been growing between you for years.

It wasn’t always perfect. There were still the long days when Heeseung had to rehearse, or the moments when you had to take a step back and let him go chase his dreams. But each time he returned, each time you shared those stolen moments together, there was something unspoken between you. You weren’t just his best friend anymore. You were something more. Something that was slowly but surely becoming a part of who you both were.

On the last day of your visit, you found yourself at a small café in the heart of Seoul, the familiar sound of conversation and clinking cups around you. Heeseung was sitting across from you, his hand brushing against yours as he looked at you with a soft smile, his eyes reflecting a warmth that made your heart flutter.

You both had spent the morning walking around the city, the quiet moments of just being together felt like the most precious of all. There was a peace between you now—no more uncertainty, no more hesitation. You had both found something in each other that neither of you could walk away from.

Heeseung’s gaze lingered on you, and for a moment, the world outside the café seemed to disappear. He leaned forward slightly, his voice quiet but full of intent.

“I don’t want you to go,” he said, his fingers gently brushing the back of your hand. “Not now. Not ever.”

You felt a tug at your heart, and you looked at him, unable to hide the smile that tugged at your lips. “You know I can’t stay forever.”

Heeseung’s eyes darkened slightly, but there was no sadness in them. Just a quiet understanding. “I know. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to make sure you know how much you mean to me. How much I’ve needed you.”

The words felt like a promise, and your chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice. You had always been there for him. But now, for the first time, you realized that he was there for you too. Not just as an idol, not just as a friend, but as someone who saw you—really saw you—and needed you just as much as you needed him.

You squeezed his hand, your fingers threading through his. “I don’t want to go either. But we’ll figure it out. We always do.”

He smiled, his thumb gently stroking your hand. “We will. Together.”

The café around you was still bustling with life, but in that moment, you couldn’t hear anything but the beating of your hearts in sync. It felt as though everything had come full circle. The boy you had known for years, the boy who had always been there for you, was now someone you could love and be loved by in a way you hadn’t even realized you were craving.

“I love you,” he whispered, so quietly you almost didn’t hear it. But when you did, it was like the world paused. The words were simple, but the meaning behind them was so much more. “I love you, and I’m never going to stop showing you just how much.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away with a soft laugh. “I love you too, Heeseung. I always have.”

You reached out, cupping his cheek gently, and kissed him—slow, sweet, and filled with all the promises you hadn’t had the words to say until now.

And in that kiss, you knew that no matter where life would take you both, no matter how many more cities or stages he would have to conquer, this—what you had, what you shared—was real. It was something that wouldn’t just fade away.

When you finally pulled back, the smile on Heeseung’s face was enough to light up the entire room. He leaned his forehead against yours, his hand still intertwined with yours.

“We’re in this together,” he said softly.

And you knew that no matter how far apart you were, no matter how different the worlds you lived in might be, you would always be there for each other. Because what you had was built on more than friendship. It was built on understanding, trust, and a love that had always been there, even when you couldn’t see it.

And with that, you knew that the future—no matter what it held—would be something you’d face together. As best friends. As partners. As something more.

[leapingbadger]

Late (A CodyWan Story)

This is the result of being sick and waking up at 3am. Utter fluff and nonsense, I'm afraid. Enjoy!

Summary: Cody wakes up late in his General's quarters. Obi Wan is less than helpful as the commander tries to get out the door.

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Cody stirred with a groan. He could feel the warmth of Obi Wan next to him and reached over to pull him closer. Light was streaming through the large arched window in the Jedi’s quarters.

Light.

Fuck.

Cody sat bolt upright, searching for a chrono.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath, looking desperately for the time.

“Fuck,” he said again, louder this time as he dove over Obi Wan and reached for his datapad.

“Maybe a little later, darling. I’m still sleeping,” the Jedi said wistfully.

Cody’s stomach dropped as he saw 07:34 glaring at him and was finally able to focus enough to watch the traffic whizz by the window.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He cursed.

Obi Wan rolled over; his eyes still closed but a coy smile on his lips. “Well, if you insist, darling, but I can’t guarantee I’ll…”

“No, Obi Wan. I overslept. I’m late.”

Obi Wan’s eyes opened lazily, his head not lifting off the pillow despite his lover’s obvious angst.

“Oh, I see.” He said cautiously, “so then…we have time for…”

“Obi Wan!” Codye scolded as he jumped out of bed searching for his clothes.

The Jedi chuckled to himself and watched as Cody ran about the room.

“I can’t believe I did this. How am I going to get out of the temple unnoticed? He asked, pulling his blacks on while trying to pick up his armor and falling back into the bed.

Obi Wan sat up, leaning forward and planting a kiss on his Commander’s shoulder. Cody wasn’t sure how, but he imbued the kiss with a sense of calm serenity that made his heart rate calm.

“We shall put on a united front and leave together. No one will question it if I am with you.” Obi Wan said with a serene smile.

Cody sighed, “they won’t wonder why we’re together in the temple so early?” Cody asked with an eye roll.

“Jedi, as a whole, don’t automatically assume misdeeds or deception, my love. It is perhaps one of our greatest flaws.”

Cody paused, “one that you’re willing to exploit? Cody asked, suddenly aware of what Obi Wan was offering to do for him.

The Jedi shrugged and crawled forward on the bed so their faces were inches away from each other, “what wouldn’t I do for you, Cody?” he purred.

Cody rolled his eyes but smiled. Obi Wan looked at him adoringly, his ginger eyebrows raised in mirth. The sleepiness that had enveloped him moments ago was gone, he was primed, wide awake, and flirting with his full attention.

Cody wasn’t sure who had taught this Jedi to flirt or whether it was something that just poured out of him like charisma. Whatever it was, Cody was helpless against it, always had been.

His eyes roved the room, falling on the chrono that had been knocked off the nightstand the night before. They weren’t on a battlefield, just at the capital, fielding meetings with Senators and drumming up support for the war effort. Being late wasn’t, strictly speaking, as bad as it could be.

No. He had to get moving.

Time kept ticking and Cody was seemingly frozen. Obi Wan hovered in front of him. He wouldn’t ask, he never did, he never needed to. Cody was more than willing to fall into his orbit at the mere hint of offered affection. Obi Wan was a drug. One Cody just couldn’t get enough of.

On Kamino he had been trained to be obedient, timely, strict and strong, but faced with this blue-eyed Jedi, his usually neat mop of sandy hair ruffled and falling in his face, Cody’s training vanished. He was just a man in love. Utterly besotted and wanting nothing more than to devour the creature in front of him.

His eyes went to the chrono again as Obi Wan moved slightly, his lip curling into a grin as he undoubtably felt the shift in Cody’s mood.

“What’s another hour at this point,” the commander said, crashing into the Jedi and pushing him back onto the bed.

All of Cody’s anxiety dissipated as he kissed Obi Wan’s perfectly plump lips hungrily. Anyone would think he was starved for affection, that they hadn’t collapsed in a panting heap just a few hours ago after exploring every inch of each other.

That was just it though, there could never be enough of him and Obi Wan. It would never be enough. Not just physically, either. Cody couldn’t get enough of his voice, the swagger with which he walked, the chuckle that developed deep in his throat and came out as a barking laugh. He wanted endless crinkled lines at the corners of his eyes and the tickle of his beard on his skin. He wanted the closeness of falling asleep in his arms and the tenderness of a soft kiss on the cheek. He wanted it all, always, and was still amazed that he had it.

He heard a chuckle in Obi Wan’s throat as his lips moved down his neck and his hands started to wander.

“Well, this is certainly a pleasant way to wake up.” The Jedi said with a grin.

“Just you wait,” Cody said as he sank below the covers, eliciting a groan from the Jedi.

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Cody’s cheeks were still pink and burning when he strapped on his armor fifty-eight minutes later. He looked at the chrono on the floor with a grin, picking it up and throwing it on the bed.

“We’re really in for it now,” Cody said, as his pauldrons clipped into place.

Obi Wan languished behind him, securing the last of his robes over his sleek, toned body and clipping his lightsaber at his waist.

“Strictly speaking, it is up to me to discipline you for events such as tardiness.” He said with a wide grin, his hand grazing down Cody’s back.

“Oh?” Cody with a smile as the Jedi rounded on him.

“Oh yes. But I’d say we’ve…hashed things out already. Wouldn’t you say?”

Cody laughed outright this time, pulling the Jedi’s lips to him and relishing in the pink hue decorating his cheeks.

“You certainly taught me a lesson, Obi Wan.” He said with a wink.

“And you, I, my love.” Obi Wan replied sweetly, leaning in again for a soft, tender kiss.

“Ready?” Cody asked.

“Ready,” Obi Wan said with a smile before pressing the door release, revealing the corridor to the other Jedi quarters.

Cody took a step forward before Obi Wan’s hands were on him, pulling Cody to the side of the door by his chest plate, pushing him up against the wall and kissing him so passionately the commander thought his legs might give out.

The Jedi released him with a wink and walked through the open door, leaving Cody’s whole face flushed and his codpiece tighter than it had been moments before.

“Anakin, you’re arriving home late.” He heard Obi Wan chastise in the hallway.

Cody pulled on his helmet with a smirk and followed.

“I…er…couldn’t sleep. Went for a walk.” Anakin replied shiftily as he inched towards his door.

Cody came up behind Obi Wan and noticed the Jedi’s eyes flicking from his master to the commander.

“Morning Cody,” Anakin said, his eyes narrowing.

“Morning, Sir.” Cody said professionally.

Anakin smirked, putting his hand on his hip, “burning the candle at both ends, Master?”

Obi Wan chuckled, “don’t be absurd, Anakin. Cody graciously brought me some reports I forgot to sign last night. I suppose this war is having an effect on me after all.”

Anakin smirked again, “where are they? The reports?” he asked in a would be casual voice.

Cody’s stomach dropped. There were no reports. He had nothing in his hands. He was grateful his panic was covered by his helmet.

Perhaps staying in bed hadn’t been worth it after all.

Obi Wan grinned and lazily pulled his datapad out from under his robes. “Here, of course.” He said with a grin. “You should get some sleep. Anakin. You look like a Bantha’s ass.”

The jedi laughed and nodded, disappearing into his quarters next to Obi Wan’s.

“Shall we?” Obi Wan asked.

Cody smiled, “You’re certainly full of surprises, General.” Cody said with a smirk.

“Oh, my dear Commander, you have no idea.” The Jedi replied with a grin.

[hwastarxo]

Hongjoong x GN reader

summary : GN reader reaches a low point in their mental health, and starts to take it out on themself and try to find an escape. eventually trying to attempt. Their boyfriend Hongjoong helps them work through things and get the help they need.

word count : 1387

genre : Angst, Comfort and Fluff

warnings : mentions of $H and urges, su1cide attempt and su1cidal thoughts

note : All reblogs/comments/reads/hearts are appreciated and I thank you for any of it ! if you have any feedback or thoughts I would love to hear 💗

this is a rewriting of multiple works of mine that were kinda shit :P and this is based on my own experience i had a couple months ago so i’m glad to finally outlet it and make light of it somehow :3

You tried your hardest to push through it.

The stress of everything in your life went from a small pressure, to a huge hurdle, doing simple things like even showering or brushing your teeth felt like a milestone impossible to reach.

You constantly changed the date, postponing the day you’d finally have the guts to finish it off.

It was nice looking for reasons to keep going, even with as little reasons as there were.

You couldn’t admit the real thing keeping you back was fear.

What if it didn’t work? What if you got hospitalized? Before, you were very afraid of death, even staying up at night trying to stop it from somehow happening randomly, but now?

You just crave it.

You know deep down you don’t really want to die, you just want to live a little less.

If you do this, won’t it make things better?, You thought to yourself.

Your struggle will finally be taken seriously.

The days turned into weeks, you gave up on the plan, just constantly remembering in the back of your head, the tools kept in the drawer, the items you planned to use.

You needed the right time, you didn’t want to make anyone worried.

Shortly but surely, the time had come, it wasn’t as planned as before, it was a spur of the moment thing.

The cuts littering your arm and thighs weren’t enough anymore, you needed something harsher, to get rid of the pain.

After you scrimmaged through the drawer in the corner of your room.

You finally grab the small bag of pills you stole, you were worried they wouldn’t be enough to do the job, but also fed up and just wanted to get it over with.

You sat on the bed, with the bag sitting right next to you and a bottle of water. “So this is it”, You thought to yourself, taking the pills one by one, throat feeling iffy after so many pills back to back, you wanted this yet felt so anxious right after.

Brain filled with regret, worry, panicked all of a sudden.

You wanted to die, but how can you be so afraid of death when it meets you?

You stayed awake for hours worrying, until you finally got the courage to go to sleep.

Waking up, it wasn’t enough pills, “how stupid”, You thought to yourself.

You worried so much just for nothing to work, You went on with your day in a bittersweet manner, maybe the pills needed more time to kick in?

Then as the day passed, you noticed the pills starting to take effect.

You couldn’t eat, you felt like throwing up.

“Am I okay?”

Your worry kicked in again.

You wanted this to be painless, so why is it hurting so much in every way?

You wish you listened to the warnings you got when doing your research.

Awake at 3:00 AM, looking up “Painless ways to die”, shortly to find out there’s little to no options.

Desperate is what describes you.

You were desperate to finally escape, you didn’t think of the little details enough, you didn’t think much at all.

Your stomach was in large amounts of pain, laid in bed wondering when it would stop, until you finally started to gag, and gag.

Your body finally threw up, sadly getting all over the sheets and covers, “Fuck, i’ll have to wash them”, You thought to yourself, the vomit up poured out of you, the remainders of the pills leaving your sickly body.

The dirty sheets staring at you was a dark reminder of what was done.

The worst part is you didn’t get what you wanted at all, none of it went your way as always.

No one cared, no one even noticed, you didn’t die, you didn’t get hospitalized, you didn’t even get one of those get well soon cards.

You simply don't mean enough to anyone to get things like that, You remind yourself of that all the time.

It somehow still hurts when that dark reminder comes back to you every time again.

You vowed to yourself from then to either get better completely.

Or to let yourself get completely worse.

You tiredly try to pull yourself up to somewhat function, it’s hardly working.

You should be happy, you're clean from self harm for over a month now, but why are those thoughts coming back?

You lack a reason to really start again, you grimace every time you see the white lines on your thighs, so why does it feel like the razor is calling your name?

You think about how it made you feel then, a little bit less alone, how relieving to have something to take your pain out on, you missed that.

Looking at the I Am Sober app on your phone, the “Congrats on staying clean!” message pops up and feels like a slap in the face.

Eyeing the razor sitting near the bathtub and then holding it in your hand.

“Have all these months been worth it? Am I worth it? What's wrong with me?”

The thoughts pour out as you quickly make the irrational decision that started it all.

“No, no, no, no!, what did I do?”

panicking as the cut was deeper than intended, not sure what to do, You pulled your pants up and quickly ran out the bathroom.

As you walked out, your boyfriend Hongjoong eyed you and quickly noticed the blood seeping through your sweatpants.

Hongjoong: Baby! What happened to you?

He quickly rushes to help, thinking it’s a small injury.

“I’m sorry, i messed up joongie”, You cried.

Hongjoong sits you down and grabs a first aid kit, as he rolls up your sweatpants leg, he realizes what happened, the other scars littered across your leg shining boldly, and dried blood from the recent cut.

Hongjoong doesn’t know how to react, so he focuses on cleaning it up and putting a bandaid on, after he finishes he pulls you into a deep hug.

“I didn’t mean to go that deep” You plead

Hongjoong: It’s okay, I'm here, gonna get you the help you need.

”But- Joongie, I don't feel like I deserve help, I did this to myself”

I'm worthless.”

Your deepest insecurities are finally on full display to him.

Hongjoong: It’s not your fault baby, you’re so much more loved than you realize, it’s gonna get better, I’ll be right here to help you through it.

I-I'm not here to judge you, I don’t fully understand it myself but, i wanna see you happy. I wanna see you get better and I'll do what I can to get you there.

Hongjoong’s voice breaks up as he tries not to cry while speaking.

“I’ll go clean up and get the razors thrown away, just get some rest for now, we can talk more about getting you in therapy in a minute. And I love you, okay?”

“Don’t forget that, don’t let the stupid voices in your head even try to convince you otherwise, I love you so much and I always will.”

“This doesn’t make me see you any different at all, the scars are just part of your story, a small chapter in the book.”

“It’s gonna get better, I promise you.”

Hongjoong mutters, his lips quiver as he holds the tears back.

He rubs your back while hugging you the whole time as he speaks, offering you the comfort you deeply craved.

You silently nod and accept this new step in your recovery journey.

[ghoulishhx]

Fun fact seasonal depression actually sees a spike both in prevalence and intensity in the spring! Right around now. Something about the sun coming back and the days getting longer makes people feel extra shitty about themselves, probably because they’re still depressed but feel like they have less reason to be.

AAANYWAY wanna write something about Frank comforting a depressed reader? Maybe even a splash of suicidal ideation?

omg that thought never even crossed my mind?? but it makes complete sense, seasonal depression affects me first hand, like millions of other people. thank you so much for the ask (my first ask ever too omg) <3

anyone reading going through this, please know you're not alone, and know my dms are always open if you need to vent or talk about anything.

i've attached a link to a charity here in the uk which offers help dealing with issues i mention in this ask, you can find them here

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TW: mentions of suicidal thoughts and depressive episodes

Wordcount: 1.3k

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✦ in sickness and in health

"Sweetheart, it's me. Please open the door."

This wasn't the first time this has happened, your whole body shutting off, being unable to function or form a coherent thought that wasn't dangerous. Times like these, you couldn't do much but lie in bed for hours, days even, on end. Only leaving to use the bathroom after holding it for hours, or to grab small snacks from the cupboard.

Your boyfriend Frank knows this, and as much as he doesn't understand, he tries his damn hardest to. Unbeknownst to you, he does his research on how best to help. Whether it's asking Curtis for advice, or staying up hours after you've fallen asleep searching the internet for advice. Even though you don't feel it sometimes, he cares. He really cares for you.

You groan hearing him pound the door, you love him with all your heart but the thought of moving you body ails you. You wish you had the energy to run to him, to jump into his arms.

Karen must've told him about your episode, and that's why he's home from his work trip a week early. You confided in your best friend a few days ago when this began, it being the first one in a while (the first time since you met Frank) and you're grateful for her telling Frank about it in the long run, even though right now you want nothing more than to be alone. You can't muster up the energy to do anything differently.

"Baby girl I'll break this door down if I have to, I'm not letting ya go through this alone, you hear me?"

Not wanting to get scolded by your landlord again, you begrudgingly pull yourself out of your pit and trudge the short length from your bedroom to your front door, unlocking it and allowing Frank to pass by you.

His heart breaks when he looks over your dishevelled form. He could tell you haven't eaten properly in the few days he had to leave for work, your hair neglected and beginning to mat, your clothes hanging off your body. None of this bothers him however, he loves you for you. In sickness and in health.

"C'mere." He says, pulling you into a bruising hug. You soften around his touch, finally your body has allowed you to feel emotion for the first time in days as you come apart in his arms, sobbing into his sweater, clutching onto the material scared if you let go he would disappear.

"I'm here now doll, 'm so sorry I had to go sweetheart. Frankie's here now, I'mma take care of ya." he whispers into the top of your head, stroking your hair as you weep in his embrace.

He reaches down to lift you, carrying you to the bathroom. While holding you he reaches down to your bath's taps, switching them on. He sits you on the edge of the bath, reaching for your lavender bath soak from LUSH, emptying the contents into the tub.

"I'm so sorry Frankie.. so sorry. I-I thought I was getting better, I thought.. I don't know why I'm like this.. I don't want you to see me like this.."

"Shh baby," He whispers, cutting you off. "It's not your fault doll, none of this is. You're not alone baby girl.. I promise you."

"Frankie.. I don't wanna be here anymore. I can't do this anymore.. I'm so tired."

Your words temporarily stun him, a wave of emotion flooding him. He knows about your suicidal thoughts and past tendencies, but this is the first time you've been so upfront about them with him.

He crouches down to your level, taking your hand in his. He takes a deep breath to compose himself, he can't help but feel hurt by your word but he knows it has nothing to do with him, and right now you need him with you 100%.

"I know sweetheart, I know it's so fucking tough. But I'm so goddamn proud of you, even for gettin' up today to let me in to take care of ya." He begins kissing your hand, trailing up your arm. "For bein' willing to let me help ya feel better," He places both hands on your cheeks, angling you to look at him. "For bein' able to talk to me, that takes a lotta strength doll, 'n I'm so.. SO proud of you."

A fresh waves of sobs shake your core, the floodgates are open and your body has finally allowed you to feel. He holds you and rocks you as you perch waiting for the tub to fill, kissing your head and rubbing your lower back. You feel safe, although you don't feel ok right now his presence let's you know no matter what, you will be.

Frank turns the tap, signalling the bath is ready. He helps remove your pyjamas, tossing the dirty clothes into your wash basket he lifts you, putting you in the bath.

He begins using the jug you keep by the bath to wash water over your hair, holding his hand above your eyes to keep them dry. He takes your shampoo, one of his favourite scents in the world, squirts it into his hand as he begins massaging your scalp, washing your hair. The gesture warms your heart, you don't know what you ever did to deserve such love, such kindness.

He finishes shampooing and conditioning your hair, and begins washing your body, kissing the skin as he wipes away the suds, whispering how gorgeous you are. You watch your boyfriend in awe, as he lifts your now clean self out of the bath and onto the mat, drying you off and handing you clean pyjamas.

He guides you to your bedroom, and tucks you into bed, you whine as he gets up and doesn't join you.

"Get comfy in bed sweetheart, I'll be with ya in a sec."

You listen to his orders, cuddling yourself into the sheets. 10 minutes later, he returns with food for you. The first meal you've had in almost a week, some rice and seasoned tofu, with vegetables on the side.

"Need ya to eat that for me doll, that's my girl." He places another kiss to your forehead, as he climbs next to you and helps you feed yourself, understanding your energy has reached rock bottom. He doesn't judge you for this, for any of it. He truly loves you and would do anything to make sure you're going to be ok.

"Thank you Frankie, for everything." you say finishing your meal, handing him the plate as you cosy yourself into bed.

"Nothin' to thank me for sweetheart. I'm here for you, I'll always be here for you. I love you so much, you're not alone now that I'm here. Never again." He pulls you into the spooning position.

You begin to apologise again, feeling like a burden allowing him to see you in this state. He stops you,

"Baby girl please don't apologise. I don' expect nothin' of you doll, I hope you know that. You're allowed to feel and what you're goin' through is so fuckin' hard. I dont judge you for a second. But you're not alone. It will get better, I promise. I'm so proud of ya princess." He turns your chin to meet your eyes with his, he means every damn word and you trust him. You trust him more than youve ever trusted anyone in your life. "C'mon honey, let's get you some sleep, you've earned it."

He reaches past you to turn out the light, pulling you impossibly closer to him, peppering kisses along the back of your neck.

"I love you Frankie. So much. Please never leave."

"Not planning on it doll, ya stuck with me now."

You giggle at this, Frank beaming at hearing your laugh for the first time tonight.

"In sickness and in health, my sweet girl. In sickness and in health."

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a/n: once again, please know if you relate to any of the themes discussed you are not alone and will be get through it, my dms are always open, i know what it's like to struggle alone and no one should ever have to go through that.

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[writtenbythemoonandstars]

The festival

Content Warning: This scene contains depictions of gun violence, a mass shooting, medical trauma, injury descriptions, character death, and emotional distress. Read with care!

In the midst of the tragic mass shooting, ER doctor Robby fights to save lives—unaware that the love of his life is among the wounded. 

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To say Robby thought he'd ever find himself sleeping under a hot pink duvet in a room that smells like vanilla and strawberries he'd probably run a head CT for possible trauma. But here he is trying to pull the owner of said sheets back into bed as she giggles. Wearing nothing but the shirt he's missing. 

"Do you really have to go?" He asks, pushing his face into her hair, kissing across towards her chin. 

"Yes." She replies. "And you have to go save lives." Turning and kissing his lips. "I'll see you later? For Pittfest?" 

"Ah… I forgot to tell you." Robby sighs, looking apologetic as he sits up a little causing the duvet to reveal his bare chest. "Jake is taking some new girl he met at school." He kisses the pout off her lips. "Why don't you just stay home? I'll be off by seven. We can get take out… a bath…" His hands running slowly up and down her arm. She looks tempted to say yes but then sighs and shakes her head.

"I can't. I'm working it." It's her first big gig. Years of building a big enough social media rapport to get a deal for an event as big as Pittfest. "But call me whenever you have a few seconds." She smiles. One last kiss before she gets up to get dressed. 

When he knows Nick Bradley is braindead he calls but it goes to voicemail. A text follows, "Sorry. My partner flaked." with a sad face emoji following. "call later!" and a heart. 

When they lose the little girl who'd drowned trying to save her sister he gets another voicemail. No text follows this time. 

But an hour later, "so sorry babe, it's chaotic out here. I'll call you in 15." She never does. 

After he talks to Heather and she all but tells him he could have been a father years ago he sends her a text to call when she has a chance. 

This day… He's so glad it's almost over. 

Until it's not. 

He feels like the ground has been pulled out from under him when there's news of a shooter at the festival.

He calls. No answer. He calls again. Nothing.

Robby forces himself to work. He has to. Slapping yellow, pink, red… black bracelets on countless victims.

But none of them her. 

It feels like a lull in the ER which can only mean the worst in this situation when a truck pulls in to the ambulance bay. It's Jake. And Leah. "Jake." His voice loud. Sharp. He's quick to be by Jake's side. 

"Robby! Leah got shot. It's really bad-" His voice cuts off with a sob. "I've been putting pressure on it the whole time. She was talking just a minute ago-"

"That's good." He nods. Robby and a few other doctors help them out and into the ER. He tries to ask Jake if he'd seen his girl but then he's swept up in trying to save Leah and make sure Jake gets checked out. 

It's Jack Abbott that's out in the ambulance bay waiting for more people when he spots a woman walking-- limping--  with her hand pressed tightly to her shirt. Maybe if she wasn't covered in blood maybe he would have recognized who it was sooner. "You shot?" He rushes up. She walking so that's a good sign for now. Yellow bracelet. 

The woman nods. Jack gently removes her hand, it's just barely grazed though will need stitches. "Come on. I got you. You're safe." 

Robby is too busy giving CPR to Leah he doesn’t see the love of his life covered in her own blood walking right past him. Though she seems to out of it to notice he's right there either. 

Jack helps her into a chair. "I- Is Mic- Dr. R-Robby here?" He looks up at Jack. And that's when he recognizes her. His eyes widen. 

"I'll get him as soon as I'm done." Jack nods once. 

The only reply he gets is a distant look over his shoulder. 

"You're safe now." His words firm. He knows she probably can't even hear him but he knows this kind of trauma. 

"I saw him." Her voice haunting. Something he'll never forget. "He was as close as you are to me. His gun-" She chokes on her words. Jack finishes her stitches quickly. "I saw so many people-" Tears mixing with the blood on her face. 

Jack is not equipped for the emotional kind of procedures he knows only Robby can provide for her. A gentle hand on her shoulder and a sad smile before he's rushing out of the room.

Dana giving him a look, begging for his help. Leah's gone… 

"Ten other patients will die if you put all of your energy into saving this girl-" Giving his colleague and old friend the morbid speech that finally gets him to stop. "Trauma 2." His voice right in Robby's ear, cutting off the guilt filling his body. "She's okay?" 

"Define okay?" Jack tilts his head. "Just a graze to the shoulder. Already stitched up." 

"I'll talk to Jake." Dana supplies for him. 

That's all Robby needs before he's running down the hall. Shucking his PPE and gloves off. 

There's mascara running down her cheeks. The light blue glitter he'd watched her meticulously spread across her eyelids mixed with the blood all over. Her blood. 

She's sobbing as soon as she sees him. Her face tightly against his chest as the relief floods the room. She's alive. Robby tilts her face up towards him. Carefully rubbing the tears, makeup, and blood across her face. "I love you." He whispers. "I'm so sorry." 

Which only brings more tears down her face. "I was so scared." She whimpers. "He- he was right in front of me." She shakes her head. "His gun it-" Robby tugs her face back to his chest. His hug fierce. 

"Let me clean you up?" He gets a nod in response. 

Despite the chaos and more victims along with the residents and med students that need his help he needs this moment with her. A washcloth is wiped carefully across her cheeks. Revealing the bare pretty face he knows. The one that shouldn't be covered in blood. 

"Is Jake okay?" Even in her worst state she always caring about everyone else first. A kiss is pressed to her forehead. "Yeah, baby, he's okay." 

"And the girl?" A shake of his head and the sad look on his face quiets her. 

"When everything happened I- I tried to find him but I-" Robby shakes his head. "In that situation you do what you have to and you survived. That's all that matters." 

She nods. Sniffling.

"I've still gotta help-" As much as it pains him to leave her alone now he has to finish his job. "I understand," waving him off and he'll never understand what he did to deserve her. "Go up to the family room. I'll come find you after."

"Could I borrow your phone? So I can call my mom?" She asks before he leaves. 

He nods, pulling it out. "Not sure if it'll have much service but you can try. You may have better luck with the landline." He frowns. Wishing there was more he could do.

His hands are back on her face. Gently holding around the back of her neck. Pushing her hair back. "I love you." Because Robby just has to say it again. 

"I love you." The whispered response comes. 

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Hey! It seemed like a lot of people liked the last story I wrote for Robby on here so I pumped out another. This is also unedited...

And like my last work I used she/ her pronouns and 3rd person pov but I used no names and less physical descriptions so you could imagine yourself if you wanted to.

I do have another work nearly finished that is much lighter than these last two that I can post soon as well. Hope you enjoy!

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Hello!! I wrote a self ship thing based on @mintmatcha 's "Inevitable" fic, i highly recommend yall read it!! Anyways, i wanted to share it so here yall go :3

How many margaritas had she drank tonight? Three? No, technically two: the first two margaritas were bought during happy hour and were filled to the brim with ice, so they counted as one in her mind.

Regardless, she was drunk. Really drunk. And it felt good, so so good. That fuzzy feeling in her head, the swirling when she swayed back and forth. She’s lucky her friend was a designated driver and got her home okay. Lord knows that she would’ve gotten into trouble left on her own.

She stumbled into her apartment, barely remembering to lock the door behind her. Reggie mewled at her, back arching as she rubbed against Sunny’s legs. Sunny tried to reach over to pet her, but the world was too wobbly and she tumbled forward, barely keeping herself up.

“I think it’s time for bed, sweet girl,” she slurred, kicking off her shoes.

She found her way to the bedroom, somehow, giggling to herself for some unknown reason. She peeled off her clothes, tossing them somewhere on the floor before finding the bed. She slid beneath the sheets, groaning softly. Her face hit the pillow and she sighed, eyes closed. Her head was spinning, unable to calm down. Why was the world moving so fast, even when she wasn’t looking at it?

She was tired, but she wasn’t. She wanted to stay up, but she wanted sleep.

She wanted to get fucked.

She moaned softly, turning onto her back, peeking her eyes open. She could masturbate, but she usually used porn for that, and she didn’t feel like looking at anything, and her fantasies were jumbled right now.

She could… Should she?

She thought of the guy she sexted a while ago, what was his name? Norman? Nathan? Yeah, Nathan! That’s who he was! She remembered the phone sex being decent enough to turn her on, but his voice just didn’t do it for her. Maybe he was still awake? She could text him and keep it at that, no voices, just text. She could get off better that way.

She grabbed her phone from her nightstand, pulling it up. The names were hazy, but she found his and clicked on it. She had deleted the chat a long time ago, not caring about keeping the memory of it.

Heyyyyy <

Are you up? <

She waited for a response, grabbing her vibrator in the process, struggling to turn it on. When it touched her clit, she received a response.

> Yes. What do you need?

She giggled, holding the vibrator between her legs as she typed.

You sksksk <

> What?

I want you silly billy <

> I’m sorry, I’m confused.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Do you wanna sext or not <

> What?

Omg nevrmind <

She dropped her phone beside her, trying to focus on her clit instead. Her phone kept lighting up beside her. It kept distracting her from her eventual orgasm. She groaned, picking up the phone again and looking at her messages.

> Are you being serious? Don’t tease me, Sunny.

> What do you mean sexting?

> Why do you want to sext me?

Didnt you have fun last time? <

Three dots appear, then disappear, then reappear again.

> I don’t think you’re texting the right person, Sunny. Check your contacts.

Omg if u dont want to sext then just say it dont be a pussy <

She puts the phone down again, increasing the speed on the vibrator, trying to focus. Her phone lit up again and she let out a loud groan, grumbling to herself as she turned it back on.

> You want to sext me?

> Fine.

> How do we do this?

She smiles, feeling victorious as she starts typing again.

What are you thinking about?? <

> I don’t know. Nothing.

> I’m wondering what you’re doing.

Im touhing myself <

> How?

She brings up the camera, holding up her phone and taking a picture, sending it.

> Oh my god

> You have a vibrator?

> Jesus Christ

> Is that what you like? You like sex toys?

Mmhm I lik em a lot <

> What kinds?

Dildos and vibrators and butt plusg <

The dots appear for several moments.

> Fuck

> Damn it

> That’s so sexy

> Do you have those things or do you just like them?

No I have them <

> Go get them

> Please

She giggles, turning off the vibrator and getting her other toys. The sick feeling was subsiding, leaving just the fuzziness left for her to enjoy as she got back into bed with her toys.

Got em <

> Show me

She sets up her toys, taking a picture and sending it to him.

> Shit

> Fuck

> Is that a clit sucker?

Yea <

> Jesus Christ. You’re going to make me crazy.

> What do you want to do?

Wat do u want me to do <

Several dots, again.

> I don’t know. I never thought this would happen before.

> Do you want to use the clit sucker?

Sure <

She grabs it, turning it on, placing it over her clit and letting out a soft moan.

> How is it?

Good <

> Just good?

Yea just good <

> What would make it better?

Youu <

> Jesus

> Can I see?

He’s so much more polite this time. Last time he kept making demands, asking her to call him ‘daddy’ and shit she wasn’t really into. Maybe a woman put him in his place and he learned from it.

She snaps another photo and sends it.

> Jesus Christ you’re wet

> Do you usually get that wet? Is that normal for you? Or is it because of me?

Hmmm both <

I can get really wet <

but only if the person turns me on ;) <

> You’re going to drive me crazy

> Is it enough? Would you like more?

More more more pls <

> Turn it up higher for me

She does as he asks, moaning a bit louder.

> Does it feel good?

Yea so good <

> What are you thinking about?

You sksksk <

> What about me?

She didn’t know. She didn’t know much about this guy besides the photos he shared and his name. Best to stay general.

Thinkin about you fucking me <

> Really?

> How long have you wanted me to fuck you?

She thought for a moment.

Since I first saw you <

> Really?

> You’re messing with me.

> This is a joke isn’t it?

> Did HE put you up to this?

She pouted, typing fast.

whatre you talking about I just wana fuck you why is that so hard to understand <

are u mad at me pls dont be mad I just wanna be with u <

pls dont be mad at m <

> I’m not mad at you.

> You seem sincere.

> It’s just hard to believe. I’ve liked you for so long. I never thought you would go for a guy like me.

She furrows her brow.

What?? what do you mean ur so hot and sexy why wouldn’t I like u <

> You’re just so pretty and sweet. I know other men who would kill to do this with you.

What lol thats so weird whatre u talking about <

can we go backk to the sex pls I wanna cum <

> You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t worry about it.

> How can I make you cum?

She smiles, biting her lip.

Tell me how I turn you on <

> What doesn’t turn me on about you?

> I love your hair. It’s so cute and curly. I want to touch it.

> Your eyes. They’re so pretty. It’s hard not to stare into them constantly.

> And your lips. They’re perfect. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.

Omg pls say more <

> Well, your body is beautiful. I’ve always been fond of curvier women. You always look so soft and inviting. I wish I could touch you.

I want you to touch me <

> Where?

Evrywhere <

> Your breasts?

> Your hips?

> Your thighs?

Yes yes yes <

> Your stomach?

She feels her cunt twitch, her tummy tighten, but she’s nervous. Did she ever show this guy her stomach? Did he have a fetish or something?

Nooo im shyy <

> Why sweetheart? Do you not like it?

I dont like my tummy <

> Don’t say that. Your stomach is beautiful. I’ve seen it when you wear tight clothes and it’s perfect. It looks so soft.

> Please don’t think like that dear. You’re so beautiful.

U think so?? <

> Yes, I do.

> You’re so beautiful, Sunny. I think you’re gorgeous.

Do u want me?? <

There’s a pause in the texts, making her pout.

> Yes. I do.

> I really, really want you.

> Does that bother you?

No!! thats what I want!! I want u to want me <

> This doesn’t feel real. This feels like a dream.

I wanna cummm <

> Oh my god I’m so sorry

> I got distracted. I’m sorry

> You want to cum dear?

Yesss <

> You can cum sweetheart.

She turns up the clit sucker again, moaning louder, tossing her head into her pillow. She can feel it building, her legs kicking, her finger turning up the toy more until she’s pushed over the edge, falling falling falling in the most blissful way.

It soon becomes too much, and she pulls the toy away, turning it off. She catches her breath, seeing her phone light up.

> Did you cum sweetheart?

Yesss <

> Did it feel good?

Uh huh <

> Good. I like to make you feel good.

She giggles giddily, kicking her feet. What had changed with this guy? He seemed like a dream boat now.

> It’s late. Are you tired? Would you like to go to bed?

Did you cum?? <

> No. I haven’t been touching myself.

Wat why <

> I did this for you, not me.

What noooo it’s no fun if im the only one who cumsss <

There’s a pause, making her irritated.

> You want me to cum for you?

Yes pls <

> God. I love when you say please.

> Okay. I’ll touch myself for you

thank youuu <

There silence for a while, and she perks up when his text comes through.

> Would you like to see?

She scrunched her face. She really didn’t, but she didn’t want to seem rude.

sure <

She waits, and a few moments later, there’s a photo.

> I’m not used to this, so I’m sorry if it looks odd.

Her eyes widen. He was long, and thick. Was he always that hard for her? Maybe he used a penis pump or something to make himself bigger. That was a thing, right?

Ur huge !! <

> You think so?

Uh YEA ur so big wth why havent we fucked irl yet sksksk <

> Because I didn’t know you liked me.

> Do you really like it?

Yea <

I wanna suck ur balls <

Dots appear then disappear. She worries that her fetish freaked him out.

> Jesus

> I almost came

> Do you really want to suck them?

She smiles, confidence building.

Yes <

I love balls <

I lov touching them and sucing them <

I wanna suck them and feel ur cock on my face <

> God

> That’s so sexy

> I’m imagining it

> I wish I could feel you right now

Wat wuld u do?? <

> I’d make love to you the way I always imagined

> I’d set you down on the bed and kiss you

> I’d kiss your body down to your pussy and taste you

> And after you cum on my mouth, I’ll push my cock inside of you

Her hips start to shimmy, her lip bitten raw.

Thats so hot <

it makes me wanna cum again <

> Again?

> God

> You’re insatiable

> I love it

> I’d give you everything you wanted and more, darling

> I’d make you cum so much you couldn’t bear it any longer

> Only then would I cum inside you

yuo wanna cum in me?? <

> Yes

> So badly

> Do you not like that?

I love it <

I lov breeding <

want u to breed me <

She grabbed the dildo, rubbing it over her slick pussy before pushing it into her entrance, moaning at the sensation.

> You do?

> God

> I have to admit, I’ve thought of it

> I’ve thought of breeding your sweet cunt

> I’ve thought about filling you up with my seed more times than I’d like to admit

She moaned, searching for the vibrator in her bed, sighing when she found it and turned it on, placing it on her clit. She glanced at the phone, wanting to type back, but her hands were busy. She paused, searching the message options before finding the voice message option, pressing record.

“Sorry,” she breathed, moving her hands back to her cunt. “My hands are busy.” She giggled and moaned, hips thrusting into her hands. “God, I want you so bad. You’re so hot. And your dick, oh my god! Fuck, I want you to fuck me hard. And fast. I wanna cum on your cock so bad.”

She stopped the recording, sending it off and continuing to masturbate. Her phone flashed a minute later.

> Fuck

> FUCK

> Oh my god your voice

> You sound so good

> I could cum from your voice alone

She giggles, pressing the voice message again.

“Do you want to?”

> God

> Yes

> Please

> Let me keep hearing you

u wanna call?? <

There’s a long pause, and she frowns, starting to feel insecure.

And then, the phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Hello.”

“Oh my god, your voice!” She squeals into her pillow for a moment. “How is your voice so hot?!”

“You like my voice?”

“Oh my god, I love it! It’s so sexy, holy fuck, I wanna sit on your face.”

“I’d let you, for as long as you want. I want to make you feel good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She giggles, moaning when he groans.

“God, I love your laugh.”

“Does it make you hard?”

“I don’t know if it’s possible for me to be any harder than I am now.”

“That’s so hot, baby.”

She moans, louder, smiling when he groans softly in response. His voice seems different this time, deeper. Maybe it’s because he’s whispering? He was a lot louder last time.

“You sound like an angel.”

“You think so?”

“I do. God, I wish I was there. I wish I could touch you.”

“That would be so nice. I want you to fuck me for real.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. Want you to fuck me into the bed.”

His groans send shock waves to her pussy, and she moves faster, her voice corresponding with each thrust.

“I love hearing you moan.”

“I love to moan.”

“You do? You’re not faking it for me?”

“Nuh-uh, no way. That’s dumb. I hate faking shit.”

“Good. I want you to be honest with me.”

“I am. Are we gonna cum or not?”

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry for distracting you.”

She scoffs, smiling, turning up the vibrator again which only makes her moan. She tosses in her bed, gasping as she thrusts faster.

“God, I wish you were here to do this. My hand is getting tired.”

“I wish I could, darling. I’d take care of you the way you deserve.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I’d make you cum as many times as you want. I’d fill you up like you want. I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

“Would you cum for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I’m gonna cum soon.”

“God, me too. Please cum for me, Sunny. I want to hear it.”

His pleas spur her on, her cunt clenching around the dildo. She feels her orgasm building, a fire burning in her belly, growing brighter and brighter. She bites her lip and moans high, the sound turning into a squeal.

She gasps, feeling it grow closer, closer, and suddenly it’s there, hitting her like a brick. Her eyes widen and roll back as she groans gutturally. She hears him say her name before he groans as well, breathing hard into the phone.

She’s panting, and he is too. She turns off the vibrator, tossing it somewhere. She pulls out the dildo, licking it clean, sighing as she does.

“What are you doing?”

“Licking my cum off my dildo.” He groans through the phone.

“Please. I’ll get hard again.”

She laughs, putting the dildo down and laying on her side, sighing, content.

“Are you tired?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s late. You should go to bed.” She hums in response, but doesn’t move. She hears shuffling and a sigh. “I need to go to bed too. I need to wake up early.”

“Mm.”

“I…” There’s a pause. “I’m going to hang up. Goodnight, Sunny.”

“G’night,” she says, face smushed against her pillow. She hears a chime, realizing that the call ended. A part of her wishes she could’ve had some aftercare, but the rest of her doesn’t care as sleep overtakes her.

She wakes up to the sun hitting her in the face. She peeks an eye open, immediately closing it and groaning, turning over in bed. She left the light on. Her cunt was still soaked from the night before.

She thought about last night and smiled. Nathan was a lot sexier this time around. She was genuinely considering having sex with him in the future, not just over the phone. She stretched, reaching for her phone, groaning when it was at 20%.

She plugged it in, getting up, going to the bathroom. She took a quick shower, moisturizing her newest tattoo and putting on a robe, heading back to the bedroom. She grabbed her phone again, eager to look over the texts that turned her on so much last night.

Huh.

Nathan wasn’t in her messages. Who did she text last night? She scrolled back to the top, looking at her most recent messages. Her mom, her coworker, Nanami—

Wait.

Her heart dropped when she saw Nanami Kento’s name show up, the last message from her, asking if he wanted to call.

No. No.

She opened the messages, her heart racing, skimming things over.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, covering her mouth. “Oh my god!”

She panicked, turning the phone off and shoving it under her pillow.

Fuck. Fuck! Oh god, she was embarrassed, so fucking embarrassed. She wanted to just die. She wanted to crawl in a hole and rot and never be found.

She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t handle this. What was she going to do? How could she ever face him again after everything that happened last night, how she talked, how she acted? Oh god, she was so embarrassed. She could disintegrate from the shame alone.

She left the room, pacing around her apartment. She tried to distract herself by feeding her cat, making a coffee. Coffee was probably a bad idea, but she wasn’t thinking straight.

She returned to her room, staring at her pillow as she sipped her straw.

She couldn’t hide from this. She needed to face it, rip the Band Aid off in one clean motion, get it over with.

She steeled her nerves. She set down her coffee on her nightstand and slapped her cheeks with both hands.

Just fucking do it already.

She slid back onto the bed, sneaking a hand under her pillow to grab her phone. She brought up Nanami’s contact, her hands shaking as she typed.

Can we talk?? Like on the phone?? <

She took in a deep breath after she hit send, her breath hitching when her phone vibrated instantly, Nanami already calling her. Her stomach twisted as she answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Good morning.”

God, his voice sounded so good. No wonder she came last night.

“G-Good morning.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“I-I guess…”

“What did you want to talk about?”

Her throat closes up, her eyes pooling and suddenly she hiccups, covering her mouth.

“Sunny? Are you alright?”

She sniffs, the tears falling so easily.

“N-Noooo…”

“Oh, Sunny, are you crying? Why are you crying, sweetheart?”

“I-I’m sorry, Ken! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to text you. I feel so stupid.”

She hears a sigh.

“You were drunk, weren’t you?”

She hiccups.

“H-How did you know?”

“The way you texted was different. And you’ve never spoken to me like that before. You thought I was someone else, didn’t you?”

“I…” She sniffs. “I-I mean, y-yes.”

“I knew it. I knew it was too good to be true. Fuck.” He groans. “Damn it. I’m sorry, Sunny. I took advantage of you last night. I took advantage of you in a vulnerable state. Fucking hell. I’m so sorry.”

“I-It’s not your fault. I was drunk and horny and I texted you thinking you were this other guy and…” She trails off. Silence overcomes them.

“I understand.” He sighs. “We can forget about it. I won’t treat you any differently. Just ignore everything I said and we can go back to normal.”

“I…” She thought about what he said, how he wanted her in all these specific ways, the way she had hoped, the way she had dreamed. “I… don’t want you to hate me.”

“I could never hate you, Sunny.”

“I acted like such an idiot.”

“Please don’t talk like that.”

“But I did! I texted my crush while I was drunk like a big dummy and now you probably think I’m some sort of slut who would put herself out for anyone and—”

“Woah, woah, wait. Crush? What do you mean crush?”

“I…” She squeezes her eyes shut, opening them and breathing in shakily. “I have a crush on you, Ken.”

There’s a pause, then a breathy laugh. She feels her stomach drop. She knew it, he thought she was an idiot, a fool, a fucking child who—

“I can’t believe it,” he says. “You… You texted me thinking I was a different man but in reality you liked me the whole time?”

“Y-Y-Yes…”

“God, I…” She hears him take a deep breath. “I need to see you. I need to talk to you in person. Are you free today? Would you like to go get some coffee? Wait, no, lunch would be better. Would you like to get lunch?”

“I…” Her eyes dart in front of her. “You don’t hate me?”

He laughs, her stomach doing flips.

“Quite the opposite, Sunny. I just need to see you.”

They meet at a restaurant with private booths, curtains covering them from the other patrons.

“I thought we could use some privacy,” he says as he closes the curtains, sitting back down across from her. She can’t look at him, too embarrassed. Her body is hot, her hands sweating as she twists her fingers.

“Sunny.” She glances up at him. He’s well put together, as always, his glasses hiding his eyes. He reaches up for them and takes them off, sticking them in his pocket. “Let’s talk about what happened.”

“O-Okay.”

“So,” he folds his hands in front of him, “you got drunk last night and texted me, thinking I was someone else.”

“Yes.”

“And you thought I was that other person the whole time.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Do you like that other person?”

She shrugs awkwardly, then shakes her head.

“No, not really. We met on a dating app and we’ve only sexted once and it wasn’t even that good.”

“But you chose to sext him again anyways?”

“I was… lonely… and horny…”

“I see.”

The waiter comes to get their drink orders, disappearing again.

“Despite what you thought, you texted me.”

“Yes.”

“And, according to you, you have a crush on me.”

“U-Uh-huh.”

“For how long?”

“I…” Fuck, she felt so small under his gaze. She felt so silly. “P-Probably since we met.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Well… you were very charming when we first met.”

He scoffs, his lips curling.

“Many would disagree with that.”

“Well, they just don’t see you like I do.”

He hums. The waiter comes back with drinks, asking for their orders. She’s not really hungry, but she orders something anyways, something she’s sure she’ll like enough to take home to eat later. When the waiter leaves, he looks back to her.

“Do you believe anything I said last night?”

She glances at him, then back down at her hands.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Read it again.”

She inhales deep, taking her phone from her purse. She pulls out the texts, scrolling to the beginning and rereading them. She cringes at how she acted, but her heart races at his words.

“Who did you think put me ‘up to this’?” He groans.

“Gojo. He’s known that I’ve liked you for a while. Not that I’ve told him; he just guessed correctly. He keeps bothering me about it.”

“Oh…” She keeps reading. “You… you’ve liked me for a long time?”

“Yes?”

“H-How long?”

He sighs, crossing his arms.

“For a good while. Almost as long as I’ve known you.”

She bites her lip, continuing.

“You really like my hair?”

“Yes.”

“And my eyes?”

“Yes.”

“And my lips?”

“Yes. I meant every word I said, Sunny.”

She huffs, skimming through the rest, focusing on his words instead of her own.

“You… I just can’t believe it’s real. I can’t believe you really feel this way about me.”

“Why not?”

“B-Because you’re you! You’re handsome and smart and nice and it’s just crazy. Why would you want to be with me when you could have any girl you want?” He scoffs.

“Any girl I want.” He shakes his head. “And what if I said that the only one I want is you?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.”

He looks to her and relaxes when he sees her smiling softly.

“Do… you only like me sexually?”

“No. I like you because of who you are.”

“But… you do like me sexually, right?”

“Of course.”

The food arrives. The two of them start eating quietly, exchanging short glances every now and then.

“I don’t know what to do,” she confesses.

“What do you mean?”

“Like… I’ve wanted to be with you for so long and it felt like it would never happen, so now that it is happening, I just… I’m lost.”

“Would you like to be with me?”

“Duh, of course.”

“Then, shall we be together?”

She swallows.

“Like… dating?”

“Yes.”

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Huh…” She blinks, shaking her head. “It just doesn’t feel real.”

“Well, it’s certainly an unconventional way of starting a relationship.”

She giggles and he smiles softly, taking another bite of his food.

“Can… we go on dates?”

“Of course.”

“And hold hands and kiss?”

“Naturally.”

“Can we…” She leans forward, blushing. “Have sex?”

“I would like it, eventually.”

She squeaks, covering her face in her hands, kicking her feet.

“I’m gonna explode!”

He huffs, smiling as she wiggles in her seat. She moves her hands to her cheeks, staring back at him.

“Can we start dating right now?”

“If you’d like.”

“Can… this be our first date?”

“If you want it to be, although I’d prefer our first date being someplace nicer.”

“This place is nice! It’s very nice, I like it here.”

His lips curl.

“Then, this is our first date.”

She smiles, making him smile. They go back to eating, her queasiness subsiding.

“Ken?”

“Yes?”

“This is a really nice date.”

His heart feels full.

“I’m glad you like it, Sunny.”

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

MISS DEMEANOR!

❤︎‬ a small thing ends up with nanase in the doghouse, so he has to use your plushies and get creative to win back your good graces. ❤︎‬ nanase nijiro x gn! reader ‪ ❤︎‬ wc: 2k ❤︎‬ content warning(s): reader and nanase are newlyweds/aged up, one (1) suggestive line at the end, inspired by this cute instagram reel

One of the first things Nanase gave to you when you started dating him was a piglet plushie he painstakingly won at an arcade. You still remember what it was like to stand there in the arcade next to him, watching the sweat bead on his forehead as he carefully maneuvered the joystick, angling it perfectly over the little plushie smiling back at you as if taunting your new boyfriend’s lack of expertise with these rigged machines.

But with a little bit of effort, some time, and many coins dumped from poor Nanase’s wallet, he triumphantly held the piglet plushie out towards you. You’ve cherished it ever since, and as if to thank him, you got him a puppy plushie so Nanase could have a companion of his own.

Many years had passed, and now that you’ve gotten married to Nanase, the two plushies were also naturally reunited. They found their home in the living room of your shared home, witness to the happy newlywed life you shared with Nanase.

For better or for worse. 

“I’m sorry. The number you are trying to contact is not available. Please leave a voicemail after the beep.”

Your heart plunged into your stomach as you quickly ended the call. You paced your living room anxiously, and worry gnaws almost like a spiraling hunger somewhere deep inside of your stomach. Your aged plushies, hands positioned above one another as if they were holding hands, watched you as panic began to grip at you.

Why wasn’t Nanase picking up? It had grown dark outside a long time ago, and there wasn’t any correspondence from him. None of your texts were going through, you couldn’t call him, and there wasn’t any word from his manager or his clubhouse for anything out of the ordinary that might have caused this. While you tried your best not to jump to any drastic conclusions, as the minutes ticked by into hours, the anxiety inside of you kept bubbling over like a shaken soda can.

Just when you were debating calling emergency services, you heard the lock to your front door click open. “I’m home!”

Your heart jumped to your throat. “N-Nanase Nijiro! Do you know how worried sick I’ve been!”

Your husband looked like a deer caught in headlights as you stormed over, and tears began pooling in your eyes. He stayed standing there in the doorway as you ran straight into him, half-hugging him half-punching his chest. 

Your hands trembled as you gripped at Nanase’s jersey, not caring if it was still slightly damp with all of his sweat. “I thought something had happened since your number kept going to voicemail! Had you come even just a few minutes later, I would have called the police- Seriously, ‘Jiro- I was… I was scared that you had gotten hurt!” 

“I’m sorry, lovely… I must have forgotten to charge my phone last night. It died in the middle of practice, and since I was headed straight home, I figured it should be alright,” he swallowed nervously. He grabs at your hands gently, trying to pry your death grip off of him. “I’m really sorry… I won’t do it again. I-I should have used the clubhouse’s landline to give you a call or borrow a teammate’s phone…”

You grit your teeth, and despite not wanting to come across as distraught and hysteric, your voice shook frantically. “...I just- Ever since you’ve gone pro, it feels like everything around our life has gotten so intense. I see the comments people make about you online. Most are nice, but- not everyone wishes well. When I couldn’t reach you for hours, I couldn’t help but- but think about what if one of those people had gotten to you-”

“Oh, sweetheart… It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m here… Let’s just go to bed, okay? I’m alright. I’ll be more careful in the future and make sure something like this doesn’t happen again.”

Your heart felt heavy despite Nanase’s big hands holding you gently, and a shaky sigh escaped from your lips. You let him guide you to your shared bedroom despite the fear and anger still swirling somewhere deep in your heart. You knew Nanase always meant well and would never do anything to purposefully upset you, but you just wished he wouldn’t be so careless with his personal safety sometimes, especially now that he had what was essentially the entire world watching his every movement.

He stayed stuck by your side as you mindlessly went through the steps of your nightly routine. While you were relieved beyond belief that your mind had gone to the extremes and that nothing had happened to Nanase, you were still mad that someone of his caliber could be so careless about his personal safety. Maybe you overreacted just a little bit by yelling at him the moment he got home, but at the same time, if the situation had been reversed, you’re certain that Nanase would have done the same—if not, escalated things even more in his desperation to try to get ahold of you.

You didn’t want to dwell on it too much anymore now that it was behind you. You trusted Nanase’s word that he would take better care of his safety, and you closed your eyes and listened to Nanase rustling around in the bathroom as if to console yourself that your husband was safe and sound at home, a few feet away from you, and nothing had happened at all. 

A bit later, your body was as heavy as an anchor as you slipped into bed next to him, and Nanase whispered his apologies while letting you cling to him for as long as you wanted. You didn’t want to let him go, even though fatigue crept through your veins once the initial panic wore off and the gentle whispers of your husband served as the most fitting lullaby for such a tiring day. 

“I’m sorry for what happened today,” he murmured as you drifted off. “I love you more than anyone else.”

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Nanase was gone by the time you woke up, and from the sunlight peeking from around the edges of your bedroom’s curtains, he must have left for early morning practice quite a while ago. You groggily patted around your bed for your phone, and when you lifted it to your face, you noticed a handful of notifications from none other than Nanase himself. You tapped at them, only to be greeted by a flurry of texts from him. Most of them were greetings and updates from him, following through on his promise to take better care of his communications. He had even left you a voicemail, which you clicked on.

“Good morning, sweetheart! Hope you had a good night’s rest. I just wanted to leave you a quick voicemail to tell you I love you! I made sure to charge my phone today, so I’ll do my best to reach out to you when I can. Love you so, so, so much! Make sure to eat and drink well!”

You couldn’t help but let a small grin sneak onto your face as you kicked the sheets off. Your footsteps lead you to the living room, where you normally would have passed by like any other day without another care in the world had it not been for something that caught your eye.

Nanase’s little puppy plushie is bent over with its butt in the air, and your piglet plushie is posed to look as if it’s going to spank the little puppy. Is this Nanase’s way of saying that he’s sorry and willing to take any punishment you’re going to give him? You didn’t have any intention of punishing him given that he was a grown man and all, but it’s enough to bring a smile to your face. He was still the same boy you had fallen in love with all those years ago, willing to do anything to make you happy and earn your good graces again.

You took a picture of the two plushies as a keepsake and went about your day. Some chores, a few errands, and a little bit of relaxation time for yourself meant that evening rolled around quickly. Nanase eagerly talked about his day to you over dinner, and while he cleaned up, you enjoyed a quick shower. It didn’t take long before you stepped out of the bathroom, yelling to him that he was free to use it, only for Nanase to come scrambling out of the living room with a grin plastered on his face as if he was caught doing something he shouldn’t.

You raised an eyebrow as he raced past you and locked himself into the bathroom, but you chose not to question now that he physically distanced himself. Instead, you crept into the living room and peered around, and your attention landed on your two plushies again.

This time, Nanase imprisoned the puppy plushie inside of a clear plastic container. The puppy pitifully looked towards the outside, only to meet the gaze of the piglet plushie keeping it locked inside. Maybe it was just your imagination running wild, but for whatever reason, the piglet plushie’s expression appeared far more smug than it ever had in the many years you had kept it under your possession.

Nanase played dumb as he sauntered out of the bathroom. “Ready for bed? It’s been such a long day… I really need some sleep so I can go at it early again tomorrow. Come cuddle with me?”

You followed him, but as you rolled into bed again with him, you made sure to keep him firmly in your arms so that he couldn’t play innocent anymore. “Are you the one messing with our plushies in the living room? Is this your way of trying to make up to me for upsetting me yesterday?”

Judging from the expression Nanase made, you had caught him red-handed. “Ha! Knew it. You’re so cute, Jiro. If you want to apologize, you know you can just do it in person.”

“I already did…” He stuck his lips out into a small, boyish pout. He avoided your gaze slightly, suddenly unable to meet your eyes properly. “And… Y’know, I figured something like this would lift your mood better than me begging for your forgiveness on my knees.”

“If you phrase it like that, you’ll tempt me. Seeing you on your knees crying and begging isn’t half bad,” you chuckled. “Besides, I wasn’t intending on staying mad. I just… I get a little extreme when I get worried. I’m sorry if I was too much.”

“No! You have nothing to apologize for! C’mon, I’m the one in the wrong.” He pulled you towards him with his strong arms, keeping you close to his chest. He was rewarded with one of your pleased laughs as he snuck a kiss, two kisses onto your lips. “But if seeing my puppy plushie punished isn’t enough for you, then you can always punish me instead. I’m a big boy! I promise I can take it, no matter how rough you get-”

“Gross. Weren’t you the one that said you wanted sleep so you could get up early tomorrow? Let’s be good and get some rest.” You shove your hands into his face, pushing yourself away from him playfully. It was impossible not to end up in a good mood when around him. Something about his energy was infectious, and from a young high schooler all the way to becoming your one and only, his dedication to you has never changed. 

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Your morning started the same way as it did yesterday, with you waking up alone to the welcoming sunlight. You rubbed your eyes, stretching out your stiff limbs before instinctively reaching for your phone. Nanase’s standard good morning texts and voicemail helped you stir back to life, and you eagerly headed towards the living room to see what scene would greet you today.

Your plushies are back to normal, all mimicry of punishments gone, but they’re holding each other tightly, faces pressed together in what you can only assume to be a passionate kiss.

You rolled your eyes, but you’re unable to fight back the sheepish smile that tickles the corners of your lips. 

That Nanase…

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