#lets be nice to each other and listen and give each other the benefit of the doubt

[dantes-jacket]

My whole world

Dante x fem reader

Author notes: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends with benefits to lovers, no smut but there is sexual innuendos, confessions in the rain, you guys argue.

I fall in love with him more and more everyday.

Today was a great day or so you thought. Dante brought you your favorite breakfast to bed and spent the whole morning cuddling you. You then went out with Lady and Trish to go shopping in the early afternoon. You saw a cute dog while walking back to Devil May Cry and the owner let you pet him then give him a treat. You then got ready for a night out with your little squad.

Now you’re at the same old bar your group always goes to but you have to watch many women ALL over Dante. If looks could kill they’d all be dead. Dante too on accident. Or is it an accident at this rate? You and Dante probably have the most complicated relationship.

You’ve know each other for a couple of years because he helped you move into your apartment. You ironically moved into the open apartment right next to Lady. They were coming up to her apartment when they saw you struggling to carry everything by yourself. Dante quickly rushed over to you and took the extra boxes in your hands and asked if you needed help.

Lady also pitched in and after a couple of hours, you three got everything into your apartment. To thank them you ordered a pizza and gave them some beers. You all sat down eating and drinking while introducing yourselves. Before they left they each gave you their numbers to keep in touch since you didn’t know anyone in town.

After that night you three regularly met up to hang out in your apartment. Within a couple of weeks they introduced you to Trish and she ended up moving the get togethers to the bar. You don’t mind of course because sometimes cleaning up after the four of you got tedious.

Dante would always stay to help you clean up though. He would also check your apartment to “make sure everything looks good still.” You believed him at first then once you found of the groups profession, you now know he was making sure no demons were lurking anywhere.

But that is the reason why you and Dante got close fast. The little clean up sessions would end up being late night talks or motorcycle rides. You two would talk everyday whether that be over the phone or meeting up.

The relationship didn’t change much until a few months ago. You two were hanging out in Devil May Cry watching a movie and eating pizza. Before you even realized you were in his lap making out with him. Neither of you two know how you two got there but that didn’t stop you two.

That night you ended up sleeping together too. You woke up before him, in his bed. You were also stuck in place because Dante had a tight hold on you. So you just laid there and thought about everything. How did this happen? Will this change things? What will Dante think? Will this ruin your friendship?

You hear a groan in your ear so you wiggle around to try and face Dante. He realizes what you’re trying to do so he loosens his grip on you. Just enough to let you turn around but once you’re facing him he holds tightly onto you again.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” he mumbled deeply. You already thought his voice was deep and beautiful but his morning voice is something else. It sends a warmth back to your core. Trying to ignore the heat of your lower area you bury yourself into him.

“Good morning,” you murmur back.

“Want some breakfast? I think I got some stuff. I actually went grocery shopping this week.”

You laugh at his comment knowing that he hates grocery shopping and always “forgets” to do it. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He lets go of you and sits up. He lets out another groan while he stretches then hops out of bed. He grabs his discarded underwear from last night puts them on. He then grabs his shirt and throws it over to you. A silent request and you listen. You throw the shirt on and hop out of bed.

You follow Dante down the stairs and into the kitchen. Dante opens the fridge and looks at the small contents of food he has. He asks, “Is eggs and toast good?”

“Yep, sounds good to me. I’ll make the toast while you can make the eggs.”

Dante nods and goes to prepare the eggs. You grab the bread that is on the counter next to the toaster funny enough. You take out four pieces and pop them into the toaster. While the bread toasts you zone out thinking about this all again.

Dante isn’t acting any different than he normally does. So does he regret this? Is this a one time thing in his opinion? You don’t know. There’s so many questions unasked that are obviously going unanswered. But you don’t know how to start the conversation.

You then feel two strong arms wrap around you and pull you into a warm embrace. Dante’s whole body engulfs you. He leans his chin on your shoulder, “I was calling out to you. Are you okay?”

You just nod your head but that doesn’t convince him. He squeezes you tighter, “Are you thinking about all of this?”

He feels you stiffen for a second, that’s how he knows he’s right. Dante lets out a deep breath and tilts your chin so you can look at him.

You look into his beautiful blue eyes. You can see the message he’s trying to put across. It makes you ease up a bit because if he thought negatively of this situation, he wouldn’t give you such a tender look.

“How about we just go with the flow?” He suggests. “We both know I have a messy life and can’t exactly do relationships so let’s keep it casual. We do what we want when we want to. We can obviously set more rules later but what do you think?”

You think about his offer, so he wants to do a friend’s with benefits situation. The idea isn’t all that appealing because you’re more into being in relationships, but this is Dante. The man you’ve been into since he helped you. You selfishly want him in whatever way you can have him. If this is the only way then you’ll do it. Even if it means sacrificing your emotions.

You look at him and give him a light smile, “I’m in, let’s do it.”

Dante smirks and lowers his hand to your butt and gives it a squeeze, “Atta girl.”

Since that day for months you and Dante have been “secretly” hooking up. It was a secret at first until Trish walked into Devil May Cry and see Dante pounding into you on his desk. Trish then told Lady and those two jumped you one night after work demanding answers.

You sigh and lead them up to your apartment where you sit down and tell them the situation. They are not happy with you or him.

“You like him so why put yourself through that? Get a real man that will actually take you out and be your boyfriend,” Trish and Lady lecture you.

“But- I just… this is the only way I can have him. I’ve liked him for so long and I don’t want anyone else. If this is how I can have him then I’ll take it. Even if it means it’ll slowly break my heart,” you gently whisper not being able to look at them.

Trish walks over and kneels in front of you placing a hand on your shoulder. “I get it that you like him so much but he’s only hurting you.”

You snap your head up to look at her, you don’t like how she’s talking down on him. “No he’s not! He takes me out on dates all the time. We don’t always sleep together. We still hang out normally and do everything we use to just with the addition of sleeping together. He’s really protective and sweet. He’s even gotten me some gifts. So don’t talk down on him like he’s some random bar guy. I love him and I don’t want to hear you belittle him.”

Your eyes widen at your own confession and you slap your hands over your mouth. Trish and Lady both stare at you owlishly.

Lady clears her throat, “You love him?” You nod your head. “And he takes care of you?” She asks to confirm.

“Yes he does.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose, “Then why isn’t it official?”

“It’s complicated. Don’t question it, let me deal with all of this.”

That talk was a couple weeks ago and now the two girls watch you seethe in your seat. They see the white haired man talking to all the ladies and making no effort to push them away. You all are too far to hear what they are saying. It’s probably a good thing for your emotional well being.

Trish turns her head to see you knocking back another shot. She’s lost count of how many you’ve done and that’s not good. Normally you barely drink and now you’re pushing it.

“Hey,” she calls out to you. “Take a break yeah?”

You turn to glare at her, “I’m perfectly fine!”

Lady rolls her eyes and just continues to watch this all unfold. Trish has the patience of a saint.

“Why don’t you go dance for a bit? Blow off some steam.”

You beam at her and lighten up. “Oh yeah! I’ll be back later!!” You then run off to the middle of the dance floor.

“Why the hell would you send her drunk and emotional self onto the dance floor?” Lady questions.

Trish slips slowly on her drink, “Because Dante is going to clean his mess up.”

As if she could predict the future Dante comes marching over, “Hey where the hell is she?”

“Who?” Trish asks.

Dante says your name aggressively. Trish then looks over Dante’s shoulder to find you. She finds you in the middle of a group of guys trying to feel you up while dancing. She smirks to herself thinking this situation is perfect.

“Oh she’s just on the dance floor with a bunch of guys over there.” She points to where you are.

Dante snapped his neck so fast. If he was just human he would have definitely broke his neck. He looks to see a crowd of guys all over you trying to lay their hands on you.

His blood boils watching the scene. Before he realized he is marching over to where you are. He’s pushing past people mumbling “excuse me’s” and “sorry’s”.

You don’t even fully realize what’s going on. You’re just trying to dance to one of your favorite songs then suddenly a group of men are around you. They all are trying to get close but you keep dodging them until they have you in the middle of the circle.

You try to keep your head down and keep dancing but that isn’t helping. They are trying to grind on you or try and wrap themselves around you. You hate this. You wanted to dance to get Dante’s escapades out of your head. But now you’re in a stupid situation.

You see a hand reaching out to you in your peripheral vision, you squeezed your eyes shut hoping to delay the event. But the touch never comes. You open your eyes to see Dante holding the man’s wrist. “You better leave her alone if you know what’s good for all of you.”

The men feel this murderous aura pouring off of Dante. They all quickly apologize and scatter off. You’re happy that Dante helped but you’re still mad at him. You turn away from him but he places his hands on your waist and turn you to face him. He then takes your arms and wraps them around his neck before placing his hands back on your waist.

“What, no praise for your knight in shining leather?” He jokes.

You roll your eyes and ignore him. But that doesn’t stop him from pulling you closer and leading you two in a slow dance.

You keep your eyes off of him while you dance and don’t really seem focused in the moment. He can tell you’re drunk but there’s something else bugging you.

He calls your name, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing Dante,” you snap.

“Whoa there’s definitely something wrong. Come on you have my full attention so tell me what’s wrong.”

This makes your blood boil. You push him away from you and jab your finger into his chest, “You really have some fucking audacity Dante.”

You then spin around and rush out of the bar. Dante stands there in shock and confused by your sudden shift in emotions. You’ve never yelled and snapped at him before. He’s seen you drunk but you’re more of sleepy drunk. This is really coming out of nowhere in his eyes. He knows he can let your drunk self be by yourself at night so he goes after you.

He pushes open the door of the and steps outside. He feels the rain coming down and he curses to himself. He looks left and right then sees you and takes off after you.

You rushed out of the bar to be greeted by a downpour. Great! Just what you needed after this terrible night. You cross your arms over your chest to try and keep as much warmth as you can.

You sniffle which makes you realize that you are crying. You mutter out “fuck” and wipe your tears. Maybe you shouldn’t have done this agreement. You knew something like this would happen but you just couldn’t say no to such a tempting offer.

You feel someone grab your wrist while saying your name. You know exactly who it is. You try to rip your wrist out of his grip but he’s not budging. You stop the futile fight, “Dante, let go,” You beg.

“No, not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

You turn your head to face him and he gapes at your reaction. He sees your red eyes with tears streaming down your face. He’s never seen you fully cry before. He doesn’t even realize he loosened his grip until you pull your hand away and bolt again.

He quickly takes after you again and this time he runs in front of you to stop you. He’s breathing heavily not because of the running but because of his nerves. “Okay tell me what’s wrong.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“No. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong. Let me help you!” He yells finally tired of your constant dismissal.

You clench your fists and stare right at him, “You wanna know the problem?” Dante quickly nods. “It’s you Dante! You’re the fucking problem!”

Dante feels like he’s been punched in the gut. What do you mean he’s the problem? “What- how… what do you mean I’m the problem?”

You laugh at his answer, “Of course you wouldn’t know!”

“Oh enlighten me then,” he says sarcastically.

“Just go back to your other girls and leave me alone! You did a great job of doing it already, I bet it wouldn’t be hard.”

“Oh so you were jealous? That’s why you’re upset? I was planning on going home with you tonight and fucking you until the sun rose so don’t worry.” He deadpans.

Your jaw drops, the audacity he fucking has. You can’t even right now. You try to walk past him but he sticks his arm out preventing you from getting around.

“DANTE GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY!” You scream.

Dante is even more confused, he thought he fixed this. “Why are you still mad?”

You push past his arm and continue on ahead. “Stop avoiding me!” He yells out to you.

You spin on your heel and stare at him. “You wanna know why I’m so mad?” Dante just nods.

“It’s because I love you Dante! I loved your crazy self ever since you helped me move in.”

You see Dante freeze up completely this time. He opens his mouth then immediately closes it a couple of time then finally mutters, “I didn’t know-“

“Of course you didn’t know because I couldn’t show it or tell you! I was so nervous that morning you were going to tell me that it meant nothing to you and that we should never talk about it. But then you offered the goddamn friends with benefits option and I just couldn’t turn it down.” You throw your hands up in frustration, “I knew doing it would hurt me but I didn’t care. I wanted you. I know it’s selfish but I couldn’t say no. Having you this way was better than not having you in some way. So I decided to do this even though I knew it’d kill me slowly.”

You let the tears flow now and you hiccup, “We gotten so close these past months and have basically acted like a couple. It made me think we really were one. But tonight made me realize we didn’t have a label and I’m not yours and you’re not mine. You can have anyone you want. I got ahead of myself and now we are fighting over my selfishness. We made rules and I broke them. Just do me a favor and go back to having your eyes wander all over those girls.”

You don’t bother to look at Dante. Your heart won’t be able to take it. You decide just to turn around and leave this in the past. You can’t come back from this, especially not after your confession. You start getting further and further from the man you love.

Dante has stood there frozen since your first confession. After every new confession it felt like he was getting stabbed over and over again. He couldn’t bear it. But you were obviously in more pain than him. Yet he is the one that caused it. How could he have been so stupid? He didn’t mean for all of this to happen.

He was in the same boat as you. He is in love with you. That’s why he made you the offer. He thought he would get to have you without forcing you to give up a lot of things to be with someone in his profession. But he ended up taking more from you. The exact opposite he wanted.

He watches you get further and further away. Dante can’t watch you get any further because he can’t lose you for good. He can’t turn his back on you two.

He yells your name but you don’t stop. That doesn’t stop him, he’ll chase after you no matter where you lead him.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath then yells, “WHY WOULD I HAVE WANDERING EYES WHEN MY WHOLE WORLD IS IN FRONT OF ME!?” Now he watches you freeze and turn around. You two are still at least a hundred feet apart still. He slowly makes his way over to you.

“I’m selfish I know. I caused you more pain than you deserved and I hate myself for it. The last thing I ever wanted was to hurt you. All I ever wanted to do was keep you protected and happy. I’d do anything to make that happen. Those girls that were with me tonight did flirt with me at first but I shut them down. I explained how I am so in love with the woman I brought tonight but I don’t have the balls to tell her. So they tried to help me make a plan to confess.”

He runs a hand through his hair, “How funny is that? I can fight demons all day long but I can’t tell the woman I love that I love her. I made the arrangement because I thought like you, I thought I’d lose you. And god if I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do. I can’t even bear the thought of you not spending the night anymore.”

He is now only a few steps away from you but stops to give you some space. Dante lightly calls your name, “I know I fucked up but please let me fix it.”

You slowly nod your head indicating him to keep going. He doesn’t waste his chance, “I love you. I am so in love with you and have been since I saw you. Please be with me. No more stupid friends with benefits. Just us in a relationship, where I am yours and you are mine.”

You stare deeply into Dante’s eyes and speak up, “Dante you better not be lying just to try and fix everything. I don’t want you to say it if you don’t mean it.”

“I mean it, I truly love you. I swear to you,” he responds without hesitation.

“Okay then yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Dante smiles ear to ear and you can’t help yourself from mimicking his reaction. He doesn’t waste another second before pulling you into a bruising kiss.

His big hands brings back so much warmth you have lost in the rain. His tongue runs along the your lips begging for an entrance. You allow him access and he pushes his tongue to meet yours.

He easily dominates your tongue while having your teeth clash from the intense messy kiss. Dante then lightly bites your bottom lip which makes you moan. Dante pulls you closer after your reaction.

The kiss tastes like alcohol and rain. It feels so right and warm. You never will get tired of the intensity of which Dante kisses at.

After Dante feels your movements slow down a bit he breaks the kiss and leans back to look at you. You’re not crying anymore but you’re completely soaked from the rain.

You break the silence first, “Can we head back now? I’m really tired.” You request.

Dante laughs, “Yeah we can head back.” He turns his back to you then crouches down. He turns his head to look over his shoulder, “Hop on, I’ll carry you back.”

You hop onto Dante’s back and hold onto him tightly. You lay your head on his back and whisper loud enough for him to hear, “I love you Dante.”

“I love you too.” He feels your grip loosen a bit indicating you feel asleep. He smiles to himself then whispers, “Sleep well.”

[dismalflo]

can't help myself

Sirius Black x reader who aren't great communicators ✩ 6k words

summary: you and Sirius sleep together for the fun of it. no strings. you decide to call it off when it all becomes too much and the cons outweigh the pros. and maybe you have some feelings.

cw: allusions to sex, friends with benefits with feelings, miscommunication, angst with a happy ending, accidental wingman james

“Hello?” you call, letting yourself into the Potter’s house, frowning a little when it seems oddly quiet. James had insisted the first warm day of the year called for a proper get-together—and really, who could say no to seeing all your friends in one place?

You’d pulled on your sweetest summer clothes, ready to soak up the sun and laugh until your stomach hurt.

James’ head pops around a doorway, curls a messy halo around his face, and he grins the moment he sees you—that big, eye-crinkling kind of smile that makes it impossible not to smile back.

“There you are,” he says. “You look very nice.” He nods toward the back door. “Everyone’s in the garden. Want a drink?”

“I’m alright for now, thanks,” you say, walking toward him.

You give him a quick hug—though, he turns it into a full-body squeeze—before he leads you outside.

The garden’s full of chatter and laughter, warm in every way. You give out quick hugs, a few hellos, before settling into a fold-out chair next to Lily.

“God, you look like you're ready to pop,” you say, leaning in to give her forearm a friendly squeeze.

You haven’t seen her and James as much lately, with the baby on the way and everything. It makes these little moments feel even more special. They’re glowing, both of them, like love has settled around them in something soft and golden. It twists at something in your chest—not jealousy, exactly, just a strange ache. Being loved like that, freely and without question, is… unfamiliar.

“I feel like it too,” Lily says with a groan, glaring half-heartedly at her belly. “Still a few months left.”

She lets her head loll back against the sun-warmed chair, eyes fluttering shut as she exhales dramatically. “Swear to God, if one more person tells me I’m glowing, I might hex them.”

You snort, reaching for the lemonade on the little table between you. “You are glowing, though. Like. In a glowy, magic-sunbeam sort of way. Sorry to say, it’s very annoying for the rest of us.”

Lily cracks one eye open, smirking. “You’re just mad I outshine you.”

��Always have,” you agree easily, bumping your knee against hers. The two of you smile at each other for a beat, and it’s one of those soft, warm silences that doesn’t feel like anything needs to be said.

James appears again, this time with two sweating glasses of something stronger in hand. He passes one to Remus and drops into the grass next to Lily with a content sigh, resting his chin on her knee like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

They start whispering lowly to each other, and even though you know them both incredibly well, you still feel like you're intruding. So instead you turn to eye up the buffet spread, covered in cling film, spying what you might like to eat. 

Just as you ready yourself to move, a ring clad hand holding a plate moves into your field of view and suddenly it's being placed in your lap. You look up squinting against the sun, ready to say thank you, but Sirius shifts to solve your squinting problem and the words dry up in your mouth. 

“Eat that, please.”

“I was just about to get up for some.” you say, dumbfounded. 

“Almost like I can read your mind, babe.” He replies, winking at you. “Eat.”

He flops down next to James and they start talking about something you don't care to listen to. When your eyes meet Lily’s, she gives you a knowing look that you choose to ignore, staring down at the food on the plate instead. 

You and Sirius have, for lack of better words, been fucking for a while. It started after a drunken night out and it continued from there. It's fun. Casual. But the more you’ve thought that recently, the more it feels like you're trying to convince yourself. The lines are starting to blur and it doesn’t really feel like two friends shagging for fun anymore. Or it doesn’t to you. You can never tell what's going on in Sirius’ head.

You’re jolted from your thoughts by Sirius gently shaking your knee, his hand warm where it rests. You blink, realizing James and Lily have disappeared. Embarrassment flushes hot in your chest—you hadn’t even noticed.

“You okay?” he asks, eyebrows pulling together with quiet concern.

“Yeah. Yes.” You nod quickly, offering your best smile.

He studies you for a moment, like he’s not entirely convinced, but then relaxes with a little huff of relief.

“You’re coming home with me, yeah?”

You hesitate—just for a second—but you nod again. Of course you do. You can’t help yourself.

-

When you arrive at Sirius’ flat, it's a well rehearsed routine. He offers you a drink or something to eat, because he’s sweet, and when you decline a switch is flipped. Rather quickly, your mouths are moulded together in bruising kisses, tripping over yourselves as you make your way to his bed. Or his couch. Or twice, his kitchen.

Tonight it's his bed.

-

Despite the exhaustion rolling over you, you get up to pilfer one of Sirius’ band T-shirts before crawling back up the bed toward him. It always shocks you how comfortable he is in his nakedness. He lies there like he owns the world, stretched out and unbothered, utterly bare. There's nothing coy about him. He’s the very picture of ease, of indulgence.

He should be that comfortable, you think. He looks like a man sent by the gods to cause your damnation. His tattoos stand stark against his pale skin, and his sharp features are magnetic. He’s beautiful.

When you make your way back to him, he pulls you quickly into his side, intent on closeness. You’re grateful for the small barrier of fabric between you then. It makes it feel less real. He starts talking—properly, about little things that have happened since the last time you saw him. You listen, your head tucked under his chin, fingers idly tracing the lines of the tattoo curling over his ribs. His voice is low and warm, somewhere between storytelling and confession, and you let it wash over you.

It’s a strange thing, how this always happens—how easy it is to fall into this rhythm with him. Just bodies. Just convenience. Just friends.

“I missed this,” he says eventually, like it’s nothing. Like the words don’t lodge somewhere deep in your chest.

You shift, propping your chin on his chest so you can look at him properly. “You missed getting laid? I saw you a week ago,” you tease, your tone playful.

But Sirius just looks at you, his expression unreadable for a moment too long. Then he huffs a laugh, brushing a thumb over your shoulder where the shirt has fallen slightly. “That too.”

You laugh, the sound low and comfortable, and brush your hand through his messy hair. "You know, you're impossible," you say, rolling your eyes before resting your head back against his chest. You can hear his heart beating beneath the skin, steady and calm.

He shrugs, his hand drifting down your side, tracing the curve of your waist with lazy circles. “Like you can talk,” he murmurs softly.

You lift your head to retaliate, but his gaze catches you off guard, and the need for space becomes overwhelming.

You pull away from him, sitting up and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. “I should go,” you murmur, voice softer now. Your fingers curl around the hem of the shirt, readying yourself to change back into your clothes. Something about leaving feels necessary.

Sirius watches you, his eyes tracing your movements with an unreadable expression. You grab your shoes, your phone, your scattered things, but before you can make it to the door, he speaks again, his voice quieter this time.

“Stay.”

It’s a simple request, a command almost. You hesitate, your hand still on the doorknob, and glance back over your shoulder.

“Why?” you ask, not unkindly. He’s done this a lot recently—asked you to stay when he shouldn’t. Usually, you’d stay without a second thought. It doesn’t help the scrambled thoughts flying through your mind, so you need to know why.

His gaze is intense, his lips parted slightly as if he’s choosing his next words carefully. “I don’t want you to leave,” he admits, the vulnerability creeping into his voice in a way you’re not used to hearing. It catches you off guard.

You could leave. You should leave. But you also know, without a doubt, you want to stay.

The way he said it lingers in your mind, replaying over and over, keeping you awake long into the night. You find yourself staring at Sirius’ sleeping face, running the pros and cons of this arrangement through your head. Quickly, the myriad of negatives outweigh the few positives.

The biggest one is that, despite the closeness of it all, you feel lonelier for it. A deep, gnawing sadness tightens around your chest every time you think about it. There’s doubt too. You wonder if there’s something wrong with you—something wrong for him to want you this way and no other. To know you, and to think that a good fuck is all he’s ever wanted. To know that you’re feelings won't be reciprocated.

-

The morning light creeps in through the blinds, pale and soft, casting a hazy glow over the room. It’s quiet, except for the faint sound of Sirius’ breathing beside you. You try to focus on the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way his hair falls messily across his forehead, but all you can think about is the conversation you know you need to have.

You try to ease out of his arms without waking him, but his hold tightens around you, instinctual, almost possessive. For a moment, you just lie there, tangled in the sheets with him, eyes closed, wondering what it would feel like to simply stay. To keep pretending this is all fine—that you can keep moving like this: no strings, no complications. But the gnawing feeling in your chest is louder than the silence in the room. It’s impossible to ignore anymore.

Finally, you gently disentangle yourself from him, sliding out of bed and standing still for a moment at the edge, watching him sleep. He looks so peaceful. So at ease. It’s a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

You move quietly to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face, taking deep breaths, trying to pull yourself together. When you return, Sirius is awake, blinking sleepily, his messy hair even more disheveled than before. He reaches for you without saying anything, just a simple gesture—a pull toward him.

You hesitate, then sit down at the edge of the bed, wringing your hands together, unsure of where to start. Sirius notices the change in your demeanor immediately, his brow furrowing in concern as he sits up beside you, the sheets falling around his waist.

“Hey,” he says softly, voice rough from sleep. “What’s up? You okay?”

You want to say something flippant, something easy to brush it off, but it’s not that simple. You can't make this easy for either of you anymore. You exhale slowly, gathering the courage to speak.

“I think we need to talk,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You don’t meet his eyes, staring instead at the floor, suddenly acutely aware of the space between the two of you. It’s too much now. You know what you need to say.

Sirius sits up straighter, his hand instinctively reaching for yours, but you pull back slightly—not enough to be distant, but just enough to let him know this is serious. "What about?" His voice is tinged with uncertainty now, the light teasing that usually lingers in his words gone.

You swallow hard, trying to steady your heartbeat, but it feels like it’s skipping in your chest, pulsing painfully with every word you know you have to say. “I think we need to stop... sleeping together,” you say finally, the words hanging heavy in the air. "I don’t think we should do this anymore, Sirius."

His expression falters, confusion flashing across his face like a wave. He blinks at you, his lips parting as if he’s not sure he heard you right. "Wait, what? Stop? Why?" His voice sounds a little too light, like he’s hoping you’re joking.

Your heart races, and you pull your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your knees for comfort. "I just... I don’t think it’s working for me anymore. This—us. Sleeping together, I mean." You shift uncomfortably, trying to find the right words, but they feel inadequate, incomplete.

He leans back against the headboard, running a hand through his dark hair in frustration. His voice drops to a quieter, more serious tone. “I thought we were having fun.”

Your chest tightens at that. Fun. It’s all he ever thought it was, wasn’t it? To him, it was just easy, simple. The word "fun" sits there like a wall between you both.

“We were," you say, your voice softer now. "We are. But I think... I just don’t think I can do it anymore.”

Sirius stays silent for a moment, his eyes watching you with a mixture of confusion and something deeper—something you can’t quite place. The playful charm is gone, and you feel the weight of your words settle between you like a thick fog.

You turn to face him, trying to meet his eyes, but it’s harder than you expected. 

Guilt creeping up your spine. "I just can't keep doing this." you repeat.

Sirius doesn’t respond immediately, but the silence between you thickens. His brow furrows deeper, eyes scanning you as if he's trying to decipher a puzzle he doesn’t quite understand. It makes the pit in your stomach grow. You thought you had been clear enough, but the confusion in his gaze says otherwise.

Finally, he speaks, his tone low and edged with frustration. “You’re not making any sense,” he says, his voice rougher than before, as though it’s hard for him to wrap his head around the fact that you’re pulling away.

You want to explain, want to make him understand, but it’s like the words are stuck in your throat. You feel like you’re standing on the edge of something, unsure if jumping is the right move, but knowing you can’t stay on the edge forever.

“I just… I can’t keep doing this, Sirius,” you say again, but your voice wavers, and you curse yourself for it. “I can’t keep pretending this is just fun. Because it’s not. I can’t… feel like this, every time, and still act like nothing’s changed.”

He looks at you for a long moment, his face a mixture of confusion and something else—something raw, like he's hurt. The weight of it presses on you, and you wish you could take the words back, or at least make him see how much this hurts you too.

“This is what you want?” he asks softly, leaning forward slightly, still trying to figure it all out.

You nod, though it feels wrong, like your heart’s trying to convince you otherwise. “I think so,” you whisper.

He leans back, running his fingers through his hair again, his lips pressed tight. You can see the frustration building, feel the distance stretching between you, even though you’re sitting right next to each other. His eyes flicker to yours, searching. “I don’t get it. We’ve always been… like this. What’s changed?”

You shake your head, unsure yourself. "Maybe it was always too much. Maybe I thought I could handle it, but I can’t. It’s just—" you falter, trying to put it all together. “I’m not sure what I want, but I know I can’t keep doing this with you. Not like this.”

For a moment, the silence feels endless. He watches you, his face unreadable, his hand still resting on the sheets. Finally, he speaks again, softer this time. "Are we… Are we still friends, then?" The question feels tentative, like he's afraid of the answer, as if that one word—friends—might fall out of his reach.

You take a deep breath, the weight of his words sinking in. You’re not sure how to answer. Your own heart is unsettled, but you know deep down, this isn’t something you want to lose.

"Of course, we are." You manage to force the words out, even as they feel fragile

-

You’ve started to think that you and Sirius don’t know how to be friends without all the extras anymore. Maybe you never were just friends to begin with. You can’t remember. That much is painfully clear in the three weeks you’ve spent avoiding him.

And you've gotten good at it���dodging group plans, slipping away without drawing too much attention. Until Remus catches on in less than five minutes when you meet up for coffee. 

“Are you coming to Lily and James’ this weekend?” he asks, casually sipping his drink.

Another get-together in their garden to celebrate their anniversary. You want to be there—you love your friends, and you love seeing them so happy together—but the thought of facing Sirius for the first time since you called things off feels like swallowing glass.

“I can’t. My cat’s at the vet, y’know how nervous she gets.”

“You used that excuse for the pub quiz on Wednesday,” he replies, blunt as ever. You feel your face flush, caught.

“Yeah, well… she’s very poorly.”

“No, she’s not. You’d be a wreck if she were.”

“How would you know, Lupin?” you shoot back, defensive. He gives you a knowing look, his eyes narrowing slightly, and you deflate under his gaze.

“Fine. She’s not.”

For a brief moment, Remus looks victorious before his expression softens into something more serious.

“Has someone upset you?” he asks, his tone quiet and gentle.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you reply quickly, nodding a little too hard. “I’ll be there.” He doesn’t believe you—he’s too good at reading people for that—but he lets it slide, for now.

That’s how you end up wedged between Remus and Lily on a sofa that’s far too small, trying your best to ignore the weight of Sirius’ gaze from across the room. It’s strange—you're trying so hard not to look at him, but every time you do, your eyes lock. Sirius gives you a shy smile, and you can’t help but return it, even though it stings more than it should.

The party hums along as it always does, the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and soft music in the background. You find yourself slipping into the familiar rhythm of the evening: catching up with friends, teasing James about his terrible taste in music, and joining in on the lighthearted bickering about the best way to cook some dish. For a moment, you almost forget about the ache that has been gnawing at you these past few weeks.

The evening passes quickly, the hours slipping by in a haze of friendly conversation and the occasional awkward silence when your eyes meet Sirius’s across the room. But as the night deepens, you realize you’re starting to feel more comfortable—like maybe you can be around him without everything falling apart. Or at least, you tell yourself you’re starting to.

Lily is standing now, announcing she’s about to make another round of drinks. "Anyone need a refill?" she asks. You wave her off, content with the drink in your hand. You’re already nursing it as much as you can, using it as an excuse to avoid conversation and, more importantly, Sirius.

You take a deep breath, pushing yourself off the sofa, silently grateful for the chance to escape the moment. "I’ll be right back," you murmur, heading toward the bathroom. The warmth of the room suddenly feels too much, and you need a space where you can breathe.

Before you can make it far, James appears in front of you, dragging you by the arm to the nearest unoccupied room.

“Do I need to go get your wife, prongs?” you joke as he shuts the door behind you.

“What's going on with you and Sirius?” The tact that Remus had skirting around the issue is nowhere to be seen in James Potter. To be fair to him, he looks distraught and you can't tell why.

“Nothing, why?” Your brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Come off it, L/N, did you fall out? Have you stopped shagging?” 

“You knew?” you mutter, your confusion only growing. As far as you’re aware neither of you had told anyone you were fucking. But it was never a rule, so you suppose Sirius telling James is probably quite likely. 

“Everyone knows, you’re both bloody obvious. All smiley goo-goo eyes when the other isn't looking.” you can imagine yourself like that, sure, but Sirius? Never. Not over you anyway. 

“Then, yes, we’ve stopped sleeping together.” 

James lights up then, triumphant.

“I knew something was wrong with him, he’s been moping around for weeks. Weeks!” James rambles on, his words so fast you struggle to take them in. “I knew it had something to do with you too since he’d stopped mooning over you. I thought you might’ve just rejected him and it was taking a while to get over all the pining, this makes more sense.”

You’re stunned to silence at that. What does he mean ‘all the pining’? It’s more the other way around surely. When you look back at James’ face he’s got a hand covering his mouth, and regret covering his face. He’s told you something he wasn't supposed to.

"James," you begin, your voice quieter than you'd intended, "What exactly are you talking about?"

James winces, looking incredibly sheepish, as if he realizes the weight of what he’s just let slip. He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.

"Well… I didn’t mean to—shit. You didn’t know, did you?" he mutters, sounding almost guilty

You stare at him, trying to piece everything together. “Why didn’t he tell me?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, and your chest tightens uncomfortably.

“I don’t know, but he’s miserable, Y/N,” James says, his voice softer now, like he's trying to be delicate. “He tried to play it off, but I’ve never seen him this down. It’s not just because of the… whatever you want to call it between the two of you. It’s because he really liked you. And I think he thought it was more than just a casual thing.”

The words hang in the air like a cold draft. You swallow thickly, feeling suddenly dizzy. He can't be right. That's exactly why you had ended it, too scared of feeling something more than casual for him. Too scared knowing that he doesn’t want more, not with you. Or at least he didn't.

James freezes, the words hanging in the air for a long moment. His eyes widen slightly, and his mouth opens and closes like he's trying to figure out the best way to proceed. You can see the wheels turning in his mind, weighing his next words carefully.

“Maybe you should speak to Sirius, yeah?” He says softly, pulling you into a steady hug, hand sweeping across your back. 

You nod, pulling away trying for a smile, landing on a grimace. 

“I need to think for a bit, I’m gonna go home.” 

You don’t remember getting home, not really. The rush of thoughts, the confusion, the words James said—they're all spinning in your head in a dizzying circle. You pace your room, your fingers tapping against your phone like you're trying to ward off the silence, but it only amplifies the questions in your mind.

The uncertainty, the back-and-forth, had always been there, but you’d convinced yourself that it was just... something casual. Nothing more. But what if you were wrong? What if everything you thought you knew about Sirius, about what you two had, was actually completely backwards?

You pick up your phone, stare at it for a moment, before unlocking the screen. Taking a breath, fingers hovering over his contact name. It’s late, but what else do you have to lose at this point?

You press the call button before you can talk yourself out of it, your heart hammering in your chest as the phone rings. You count the seconds, but when he picks up, it feels like the world tilts.

“Y/N?” Sirius’s voice is low, groggy, and it makes you pause for a second. “It’s late. What’s up?”

You hesitate, unsure of what exactly you're asking for, but all you know is that you need something. You need to see him.

“Can I come over?” you ask, the words falling out almost too quickly. “Please.”

There’s a long pause, and you hear a faint rustling on the other end of the line. “Uh… I don’t know,” he murmurs, clearly still trying to piece things together, just like you. “It’s late, Y/N. I don’t know what’s going on. What do you want?”

You swallow thickly, the uncertainty creeping back in. But you push it aside, determined. “I need to talk to you.”

He’s quiet for a moment longer. “Alright,” he finally says, voice softer now.

You don’t reply, just hang up and grab your coat, your mind racing faster than your feet as you rush to the door.

When you arrive at his flat, you don’t bother knocking—you simply open the door, your pulse pounding in your ears. He’s standing there, pacing, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. His hair’s messy, his shirt slightly wrinkled, but it's like seeing him in this state makes him look more human, more real.

He glances up when you step inside, his expression unreadable. His lips press together in a tight line, his eyes flicking to the floor for a moment before landing back on you.

“What are you doing here?” His voice cracks slightly. “I thought you didn’t want me—this.”

The question is simple, but it feels like he’s asking something deeper.

You take a step toward him, your throat dry, but your voice is steady. “I never said I didn’t want you, Sirius,” you reply, your words firm but quiet, like you’re testing them as much as you’re saying them.

His eyes widen, a flicker of disbelief crossing his features, and he opens his mouth to say something but pauses. The air between you crackles, charged with everything that hasn’t been said.

You swallow, your gaze flickering down to your hands before looking him in the eye again. “James said something this afternoon. And I need to know if it’s true.”

Sirius freezes, a hesitant breath escaping his lips as he shifts on his feet, his brow furrowed. “What did he say?” His voice is almost cautious, like he's afraid of what you might say next.

You take another step closer, your heart beating louder in your chest. “He said… he said you liked me. More than just… whatever it was between us.”

The silence that follows is thick, heavy. You can see the muscles in his jaw tighten, his eyes narrowing as if he’s trying to process your words. His fingers twitch slightly, but he doesn’t reach for you. He doesn’t move at all, except for the way his chest rises and falls with each breath.

“I don’t…” He shakes his head, like he’s trying to find the right words, but everything feels tangled. “Y/N, I—"

"You don’t have to say anything," you interrupt, your voice quieter this time, softer, even though your insides are a storm of confusion and uncertainty. "I just need to know. I need to know if it’s true."

Sirius looks at you for what feels like an eternity. His eyes are wide, and the way he shifts on his feet makes it clear he’s struggling to find the right words. You can see the conflict in him, the way his mind races through possibilities, each one more tangled than the last. And you can feel the same confusion mirrored in your own chest.

"I—" he starts, his voice rough, but he stops himself. The weight of the question seems to sit heavily between you, like a physical thing pressing on both of you.

“I’m not sure how to explain it," he says finally, the frustration evident in the motion. "It’s not like I set out to fall for you. I didn’t even want to, if I’m being honest.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and for a second, you don’t know how to react. You want to respond, but it feels like everything inside you is twisting.

Sirius continues, his voice softer now, as if he’s carefully choosing his words. "But I did.”

The honesty in his voice is raw, unexpected. It’s not what you thought you’d hear. And, for the first time in weeks, you feel the tight knot in your chest loosen just a little. Maybe you were wrong.

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” he admits, eyes flicking to the floor, then back up to meet yours. “I didn’t want to ruin everything we had… I thought if I said something, it’d mess it up. So I kept quiet.”

“You thought I didn’t want you?” The question feels almost ridiculous as it leaves your lips, but the confusion is still fresh. “I—I was scared too, Sirius. Scared of wanting more, scared of what it meant. I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I pushed it away. But… I thought it was just me.”

Sirius looks at you, something raw in his eyes, like he's waiting for permission. You see the hesitation in him, but you also see something else. Something familiar, something that makes you take the final step forward, closing the distance between you. Your hand finds his, and for the first time in weeks, it feels right.

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice hoarse now, his thumb brushing against your hand. “That I made you think all I wanted from you was a fuck. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just… I didn’t know how to make it work.”

You shake your head, feeling the weight of it all finally begin to lift. “We’re both a bit of a mess, aren’t we?” you say, trying to lighten the moment, but your voice trembles just a little.

Sirius chuckles softly, the sound bringing some relief. “Yeah. Definitely.”

You both fall into a silence that isn’t uncomfortable, not really—it’s just… full. Full of everything unsaid, everything finally surfacing, finding its place between the two of you. His thumb keeps brushing over the back of your hand, soft, hesitant, like he still can’t quite believe you’re here. Like he’s afraid if he stops, you’ll vanish.

Your heart thuds loud in your chest, but something inside you is steadier now, like the ground beneath your feet isn’t shifting quite so much. You glance up at him—he’s watching you, eyes dark and unsure, but softer than you’ve seen them in a while.

You take a breath, then another. And then—quietly, almost like you’re afraid of scaring the moment away—you say it.

“Sirius?”

He hums in response, eyes locked on yours. There’s something nervous in the way he looks at you now. Like he knows something’s coming, but doesn’t dare hope for it.

You press your lips together, cheeks warming as your voice dips into something almost shy. “Do you… do you want to be my boyfriend?”

The words hang there between you, fragile and small.

Sirius blinks. Then blinks again. You watch as something shifts in his face—like whatever wall he’s been holding up finally cracks, just a little.

“Are you serious?” he asks, lips twitching like he’s trying to stop himself from smiling too fast, too much.

You nod, heart hammering in your chest. “I mean… yeah. If you want to be.”

And then—finally—he grins.

It’s a real grin, wide and crooked and full of disbelief, like he can’t quite wrap his head around what you’ve just said but doesn’t want to waste another second trying to overthink it.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, pulling you in before you can even blink. His arms wrap around you like they’ve been waiting to do that forever, holding you close. “Yes. Yes, I want to be. I thought you’d never ask.”

You laugh, a bit breathless, as you bury your face in his shoulder. “I almost didn’t.”

“Yeah, well, lucky for me you’re braver than you look,” he teases, but his voice is thick with relief, with something tender. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

Your hands are on his chest now, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your palms as he holds you there, forehead to forehead, like neither of you knows how to pull away. His grin is lopsided, all teeth and scruffy warmth, and you’re laughing, really laughing, the kind that bubbles up from your chest like champagne, unstoppable and a little giddy.

Sirius pulls back just a little to look at you properly, but he doesn’t let go. His hands stay right where they are—one at your waist, the other brushing along the curve of your jaw like he’s trying to memorize it. “God, you’re really here,” he murmurs, and there’s so much wonder in his voice it makes your breath catch.

“You’re really mine,” he adds, quieter.

That makes your cheeks burn in the best way, and you duck your head a little, suddenly shy under the weight of his gaze. “I’ve kind of always been yours,” you mumble.

That gets a full-blown, slightly shocked laugh out of him—deep and real—and before you can say another word, he tilts your face up and kisses you.

It’s warm and a little clumsy at first—like he can’t quite believe it’s happening, like he doesn’t know where to start—but then you’re kissing him back, and it clicks into place.

And when you both pull back, a little breathless and a lot smiley, his thumb still brushing lazy circles on your hip, you don’t let go of each other.

“You taste like toothpaste,” you whisper, nose wrinkling in amusement.

“Wow. Rude,” he says, grinning as he bumps his nose against yours. “I brush twice a day like a responsible adult.”

You giggle, the sound escaping before you can stop it, and he just stares at you for a second like he’s completely and totally ruined. “God, I’m so screwed, I always was,” he says with another laugh, and then he’s kissing you again—this time slower, gentler, like he’s savouring it.

And you let yourself melt into it, into him, your fingers curling into his shirt like maybe if you hold on tight enough, this will never end.

There’s laughter between kisses—stupid, breathless laughter when your noses bump or when Sirius makes a ridiculous sound at the back of his throat just to make you snort.

“You’re insufferable,” you murmur against his lips.

“You’re obsessed with me,” he counters, barely pulling away.

You roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away. “Maybe a little.”

“Good,” he says, pressing another kiss to your cheek, then your nose, then your lips again, like he can’t help himself. “Because I’m definitely obsessed with you.”

You kiss him again, just to shut him up. And he laughs into your mouth.

-

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[sweetestberryofthebunch]

OP I hope no one was mean to you for saying something very true and valid, especially from the perspective of someone who’s part of a minority! It’s an issue I myself encounter a lot too, in this fandom and in many others. And calling that out is not an attack on anyone or anything, its simply stating a thing you noticed. People need to remember their manners.

To me personally, part of writing a reader insert is writing it as inclusive as possible, because otherwise it is literally an OC. It’s supposed to be relatable for the broadest amount of people, its supposed to leave a mostly blank slate for people to fill the gaps themselves, since you’re supposed to insert yourself as the Reader. Like the name of the trope states. It’s obviously a skill to learn, and yes that takes time, but if you wanna crochet you need to learn how to do that first too dont you? Skills just work like that.

I personally like to approach it like this: Y/N isn’t just me, Y/N is everyone. And while i am the one writing the script and decide what they do and say, I am not in control of who they are and what they look like. Any of my friends could be the starring actor, so i should write it in a way where they could see it like that themselves too.

Anyway, if a person belonging to a minority calling out a pattern they noticed in a community/group you’re involved in makes you uncomfortable, that means you need to look at yourself and your own body of work. And why that is the case, not at the person who had the courage to bring it up. The fact that it has to take courage to say you feel excluded is already kind of sad.

As a writer, having stuff to learn/get better at doesn’t make you ignorant, but getting angry at being called out does. If you notice a lot of color descriptors, especially for skin like pale/porcelain etc in your own work, it actually just gives you reason to go over your own writing style, see if those are really necessary and maybe find a new way to describe a physical reaction in a broader way. It Literally makes you a better writer to do that, and then automatically makes your piece of work more inclusive. That does not mean your work is bad otherwise, not at all! It simply means this specific thing is worth practicing. And is that not the joy of having a hobby? Continuing to grow and refine the skill over time and keep evolving it. Is that not part of the fun?

I’m loving the overall creative expression that has come from these fics and the global obsession that seems to follow Agatha Harkness & all the amazing witches from her coven, yet if I was being completely honest though, I really wish y’all would keep in mind that not all of us are blonde haired, blue eyed, “porcelain skin” girls. Some of us are apart of different communities and cultures that look nothing like what’s usually described as the reader to look like. it can be quite distracting and if I’m being honest quite dejecting when most of the stories use that specific set to describe the reader when that’s not what i look like at all. Not just me I’m sure there’s others…..idk if I’m being overly critical or sensitive but It would just be nice to read about someone who looks like me.

This is not me bashing the current releases either, I think all authors on here are doing absolutely phenomenal and i love reading everything you all decide to share with the community. I just wish people thought about the minority perspective sometimes. ONCE AGAIN YOU ARE ALL FANTASTIC AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR AMAZING WORK!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Why I Think Stone Should Be Shadow's Human Buddy:

- Both processing their grief.

- Shadow gets someone who's used to dealing with overdramatic rage and not talking about feelings.

- Shadow wakes up in a panic after a nightmare and trashes his room? Stone replaces everything without complaint and adds a force field around his stuff so he doesn't break anything else at night. Shadow mentions he misses having a record player? Stone buys him a new one and throws in every album released 50 years ago just in case.

- Stone gets someone who genuinely appreciates his help and who would actually do nice things for him in return.

- Shadow insists on helping Stone cook. Shadow helps clean up his own messes. Shadow tries to listen to his advice.

- Riding motorcycles out in the wilds and then setting up a tent and stargazing together.

- Also they're just both kinda hecked-up little guys.

- Like both probably mad at GUN still but settle for clandestinely thwarting their plans undercover.

- Also Stone kinda wants to take over the world in Robotnik's name but also wants to protect the world he sacrificed himself to save but also is too nice to use Shadow as a tool.

- Somehow they end up settling on "take over the coffee industry by offering better job benefits and use sustainable business practices to help protect the environment"

- Shadow helps transport the beans to reduce fuel costs. He likes having a job that's not just "run around to generate energy and let scientists poke at you"

- GUN is appalled when they find out the ultimate lifeform is working at a coffee company. "You have the power to level or fuel entire cities and you're wasting it on coffee?!"

- "I like coffee." Shadow glares dramatically.

- Team Shadow fits into dynamic as well - Stone having access to Eggman tech could be how they find Omega, and he and Rogue would be very catty at each other.

- Stone asks Tom and Maddie for advice on living with an alien hedgehog. They start giving him parenting advice.

- "I'm not a parent" he says

- but then he sees Shadow in danger and the switch clicks to "crap in trying to cope with the loss of the man I loved I accidentally adopted an edgy teenager"

- Just let him join the family dynamic as the weird uncle who watches soap operas with Knuckles and Maddie and helps Tails test inventions and threatens GUN with an entire arsenal of Egg tech if they try to go after the silly little alien critters ever again.

[enchantressiren]

❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐀 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥.❞

Who has their eye on you? (Very detailed)

Masterlist.

Author's note,

I would appreciate if everyone read this -> Boundaries.

Divider.

Pile I.

If you’re into men, then this pile is for you. If not, you picked the wrong pile (an intuitive disclaimer).

There is a tall man who makes sure he takes care of himself and always eyes your body like eye candy. Their smell is rich, it makes your nostril flare up slightly, aching to be beneath him and allowing him to stuff you full. This man knows how to draw you in and likes to play coy around you. Possibility of him manifesting you as their specific person with one sided love (on his side), or you both are manifesting each other unaware you both are looking for the same qualities in each other. He is someone who likes to subtly touch you and apologize gracefully for others when you know damn well he is bullshitting. He is someone who focuses on being the best version of himself for the wealth that streams from his wallet. Meaning, it does not matter who you are, he is going to do everything in his power to take what is his. Even if that means it is you and your private parts.

Some of you actually have already had sex with him and have made him your friend with benefits, or you have somewhat of a situationship. During sex, they absolutely love to grope your ass, always telling you how perfect it is and how it fits right with his dick. How it thrusts nicely into your ass or pussy (depending on your situation). Or how it feels so warm on the tip of his dick as it hits and molds nicely into your sweet spot. He is the epitome of those mafia stories you see in smut stories or Wattpad stories (but very nicely done stories). He reeks of sexy perfume and dark red, adding a bit of dark blue if he were a color. His aura drags you in, which is how the both of you had sex in the bathroom, somewhere with people, whether it was hidden or risky, or how you both met if you don’t have a specific relationship with them. He is someone who will brag about how good his aftercare is but suck painfully with it and need your guide for it. His ego is through the roof, but you make this bastard soft as a puppy. He is aching to be around you, and when he is, he always struggles to hide his boner, or the bulge in his pants. He loves sucking your juices or will if you do decide to have sex or date him.

If you do decide to date him, the relationship will be gorgeous and surprisingly healthy considering how his mind runs. Or how you have seen him with others, the trope “I hate everyone, and I mean everyone but you and my pet” is really it. Key of advice: make sure to give him a blowjob during angry sex so he can become pudding and pamper you. His last lover never gave him oral, so he has been craving it, but also, it is part of a love language for him.

Masterlist.

Pile II.

It’s not a who, more so a what. Now, I know that sounds confusing, but let me make it clear. Do you speak to deities? Spirits, ghosts, and so forth that are associated with sexual energy? Because that is what I am picking up, and their energy is so soothing that you know you can trust them, and they are there to guide you through your journey. I would not say they are like spirit guides, or part of your ancestral guide, but they are similar to a teacher.

They are eyeing you because they want to protect you and make sure you follow their teachings. A lot of you are becoming impatient with your future spouse, lover, fwb, etc., coming to you and assuming every person that feels ‘’right’’ to you, or that you connect well with, is your lover/situationship. None of them that are coming are yours; you are supposed to meet them, and that is what they told you, so listen to them. They are meant to help you despite what others have said about them. Some of the people that you have spoken to were into this and have told you not to trust them because of what they are and the stories about them, but from an energy perspective, they are trustworthy and actually adore you. Now, I am always hesitant to talk about deity energy since I don’t know if the pile you are reading is actually for you or not, but I will give you signs that may help:

Lucifer, Lilith, Nyx, Athena, Zeus, Tlazolteotl, sponge it up, something to do with pain, tears, and breaking his heart, breaking my heart, Apollo is my certain love, and the demons of it’s figure.

Now, if these signs are not fitting with what you have seen, heard, spoken to, etc., then do not trust the deity you speak with. It does not matter if the deity you speak to is not in the sign list, it is only what signs were channeled. and what resonated. And if it does not fit through, please cleanse your energy fast and efficiently since I keep seeing red warning signs and alarms ringing in my head.

Moving on, your deity has spoken to you about the gifts your future person will bring into the relationship, but they have spoken about how you are being ungrateful with the circumstance you have right now. I understand that sometimes trying to figure out who your future person can be draining and exciting, but it can also cause weird paranoia. And that sometimes it feels like those mystery games, but you have to let it go, trust in your deity (and spirit guides for some), and work on yourself. You have to learn to trust your intuition about which deity you speak to, about who you have sex with, and when you masturbate (because intuition tells me you are causing yourself more pain in associating yourself with your trauma kinks/thoughts instead of focusing on what makes you feel good), and ignoring the signs that tell you to leave certain situations surrounding you. Your environment has a lot of toxicity, and you only stay in them so you do not feel lonely, but sometimes it is a good thing to be lonely since you learn a lot about who you are. And that is something you need and what your deities have been telling you. Some of you are ignoring their teachings because you use people to hide away from your pain.

You need to talk to yourself as you would with someone else that you felt close to and get to know yourself as a best friend. Learn to appreciate your behaviors that you find “repulsive,” and understand that it is okay to be different than everyone else. Being different is not repulsive, it is a beautiful and cool thing. Fitting in is what is ruining your relationship with yourself and your future person. So instead of being so impatient about something that can happen within the year, why don’t you use that time to do better for yourself? Because at the end of the day, the only person who is stopping you is you. You are the person who can change your world, even if it is something small. For example, let’s say you are living in a toxic environment, but you have a desire to learn all you can? You can use free resources that allow you to. The internet has the same resources that allow you to learn, you do not need courses to learn or scholarly reports to learn. Everything is available to us now because of how broad the internet is. Now, you could have complained about it, but you did not and decided to do better for yourself and change. One step at something is much better than doing absolutely nothing. Even if you read something for a minute, it can still benefit you.

I felt like something was missing when I was editing your work, but some of you have to understand this fully. You cannot manifest your future person either. Some of you thought about it throughout this pile, and like I mentioned, I understand how desperate you are for love, but this paranoia that is surrounding you and your heart is the problem. I understand that you can manifest anything, and it does not matter how you do it, but you have this belief that it does matter, and you must have emotions in order to manifest. So instead, why don't you have a clear mind and heart for this person, so when you do meet them, you can be better for both yourself and them as well as make it easier for yourself to manifest with a clear conscience? Do not be your own blockage when it comes to this or sabotage yourself through your overwhelming paranoia that surrounds your mind every second of your time.

Masterlist.

Pile III.

Your first kiss back from August when you were either a kid or a teenager. You still keep in touch with them. I wouldn’t say the kiss meant anything between you both, I would say it happened by accident for the both of you until now. Have you noticed their flirty remarks with you, especially when you hang out around others, how they only gaze at you despite others coming to flirt with them, how they pamper you for no reason, or how they are doing it more frequently, how they decided it would be best if they stood next to you where the cars are located rather than the other way around? How they believe it is important for you to suddenly take care of yourself, and though some of you already do, they make it somewhat overbearing, but you push it aside because it is them. Have you also noticed how doting they are with you, how sometimes they coddle you, or how they make sure you have taken your medication when it comes to your body or latest surgery? Have you noticed all of these, or have you been pushing them aside because you would rather stay oblivious instead of admitting your teenage crush has feelings for you, or perhaps has already fallen in love with you? With your ability to be genuine with everyone, with your ability to show people respect and compassion without seeking anything back, with your ability to write efficiently without the need to re-edit your work, with your ability to be smooth when you think you are being geeky and awkward. Have you also noticed how they make somewhat dirty remarks only around you? Have you noticed they do it out of respect for your body and privacy, and yet you still decide to ‘’act’’ oblivious because it is too scary to admit they like you back? The word "back” scares you, it is like your heart is trying to escape, but a strong pull is pushing you back into the same corner. It is not a bad thing to be committed to someone in a relationship, but for you, being stuck in one relationship and not having the ability to explore with others seems suffocating. And for you, all of this stems from trauma, that one memory you are pushing away in hopes it gets pushed away as well.

I am not the person to decide for you whether or not you explore this relationship with them; all I will mention are some things that may change your mind since that is what your heart is begging for you to do. As well as some key things to help you heal.

When things become tough for you, your favorite activity is throwing the relationship away or sabotaging your achievements through disrespecting your honor and then laughing about it. When things become tough, it is easier for you to feel shame or regret rather than deal with the toxicity of your actions. And lastly, when things become tough, it is easier for you to be your own ruthless villain than to take accountability for your wrongdoings. Yet, at the end of the day, there is one person who has always stayed by your side, never changing their mind on who you are because they know how far you can go. They know how much potential you would have if you allowed yourself to deal with your sadness and realize that being sad is not a weakness nor is it a blessing. Our emotions are simply emotions, they come and go. Sometimes they make us realize some things, giving us mental clarity, and other times, they are a reminder of how we feel about the situation, or internally. In short, emotions are subjective and man made, therefore, feeling those emotions should not be the problem when it comes to challenges arising. You should understand that you are the one creating those emotions.

For example, let’s say that I am dealing with a breakup. The usual response would be to cry about it and think about them constantly, be angry and try to seek revenge or be petty, maybe sleep around and brush them out of my mind, etc. But this would stem from how secure I am with who I am and how our relationship was like. Though, if I were secure, then I would understand what had happened, use that sadness as an opportunity to improve, and learn the lessons. Embrace the fond memories, or perhaps use those memories to find someone better for myself. But then again, this is my idea of how a breakup would go if someone was healthy or unhealthy. How do you see it? You have to ask yourself this.

Once you have asked yourself this and finally understood it, ask yourself another question. “Why do I feel the need to distance myself from those that actually care for me? What am I seeking when I do this, and how is it helping me?” Asking this will help you understand if you actually want a relationship in the first place and help trigger those fears in a safe manner instead of you pushing yourself to be someone else when you answer self-aware questions.

Now that you have asked these and fully understood them, allow me to speak about your friend, and then it will be your choice. And if you need to stop this reading and come back after a month, then please read this when you are fully ready.

This person has been by your side when you ruin your past relationships. They are someone who will stop what they are doing to be by your side or help you when your past comes back to you. Sometimes, they will pamper you with fresh fruits or hot meals and hope it can soothe your mind away from those thoughts that have been affecting you lately. They are someone who will soothe your tears with kisses or caress your tears away with pure determination; someone who sees the bright side of things when you think it is better to be realistic and pessimistic. They are someone who texts you faster and makes sure your feelings are taken into consideration, as well as your family (if you are close with them) or your pet that may be sick at the moment, and if not, your pets. They will buy you the things you adore without any expectations or seeking your validation (your exs were like that). They are someone who will be firm with you when you make a mistake but not allow you to walk over them. They are someone who sets boundaries with you and others, and though it does not go well with others, they keep their head high and focus on what is more important to them. They are someone who hates the concept of gossip and makes sure to not engage, and when they are pulled into it, they act oblivious and make sure people see them as ‘dumb’ or ‘silly.’ To them, it is better to be seen as that than engage with something repulsive like that. They are someone who makes sure they uplift people, especially behind their back, and you have seen it multiple times, thus causing your heart to fall for them.

Yeah, you are crushing on them hard since you were young but have been pushing away from your past experiences. Some of you are actually in love with them but keep gaslighting yourselves because it is easier for you. And ironically, ‘Love Someone’ by Lukas Graham popped up. It fits quite well with how they view you and how you view this whole situation. I believe there is nothing else to channel because once you listen to the song, everything will make sense.

Masterlist.

[nicolewritesthings]

Lost Love

Summary: You run into Steve after years of not seeing each other Steve Harrington x fem!reader, 4.3k, angsty, exes, one shot

Read part two here

okay, this is angsty, but I recently ran into an ex and for a fleeting moment saw what my life could have been and was inspired by that what if. Instead of acting on these rash feelings, I wrote about it! also, go listen to The Crux!!!!!!!!!!

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Chicago, Fall 1991

The city bustled around you. A slight chill nipped at your exposed neck as the wind picked up. You walked down the street, heeled boots clicking against the pavement as you made your way to the bar.

You were in town for the weekend on a work trip, accompanying one of the law partners to the Chicago office to oversee a merger. You were not even a year out of college and were already looking into law school, specifically one in Chicago.

While you loved living in New York, you had already spent four years of school there and were looking for a change. Moving closer to home would be nice too—only a short drive to Hawkins from the city. Yeah, you thought, being closer would be nice, which was such an odd sentiment given that just five years ago you couldn't get out of Hawkins fast enough.

Who could blame you though, after everything that happened to your little town and your friends? God, you haven't spoken to anyone in a long time. You saw Nancy up in Boston here and there. Occasionally spoke to Robin on the phone, but that was really it. Even when you came home for holidays, you rarely had time to see anyone besides your family who came out to visit you more than anything.

They knew you didn't love to be home, partly because of what happened and partly because of him. Because of Steve.

You two ended things before they really got started. Two kids way too afraid to really admit how much they felt for each other, too scared to commit to one another.

When you tell new friends about your past relationships, you usually keep it light when it comes to Steve. Chalking it up as a friends-with-benefits type of thing or it was never that serious. But that couldn't be farther from the truth. You two shared an immense amount of trauma that no one could begin to understand, and that ultimately led you two apart.

Steve was a constant reminder of a past you were so ready to let go of. So that's exactly what you did. You let him go. You left Hawkins after graduation, moved to Manhattan early, started school at Columbia, and never looked back.

You've come a long way, graduating with honors and clerking at a prestigious firm. Your boss tells you that getting into law school will be a breeze and that you'd have your pick. Chicago has great schools and is an even better place to practice business law, so it seemed like the obvious choice to explore your options there.

You walked into the dive bar, meeting the other clerks also dressed in business attire, quickly falling into a comfortable stride with them. This was who you were now and this could be your new life here. But something picked at you, like a soft scratch or gentle tug coming from just 200 miles south of here.

The night went on as you learned about the other young people at the firm, where they were attending school or applying. Northwestern sounds great or even the University of Chicago, all great choices really.

It was easy getting along with them. You talked about work, new artists they've listened to, movies they've seen, their love lives. One of them is newly engaged, the other just had a monumental breakup, and then they turn to you.

So you tell them about Peter, your boyfriend of just over a year. How kind and smart he is, how he's a finance guy but not the kind on Wall Street, he's a lot more relaxed than that. He's from Manhattan, his parents come from old money - whatever that means, you always thought. You think of his light blue eyes and his sweet smile, what you'd be giving up if you moved away. Even though he told you there was money to be made in Chicago.

You liked that you could see a future with Peter. That certainty was refreshing, something you never had before.

After everyone insists on another round of drinks, you follow to the bar, slipping onto an empty stool. You lean over to order your drink and turn back to your friends. That's when you see him. Like a ghost at the other end of the bar.

You freeze, it can't be him. It can't be Steve.

But that's his hair, tamer now but still big. Then comes his laugh as he smiles with some people you don't recognize.

The bartender places your drink in front of you, breaking your trance. You quickly look at your drink and pick it up, taking a long sip. What is he doing here? Does he live here now? Does he see you? Oh shit, oh shit.

You look up and he's gone from his place at the bar. Oh no.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about this moment before, seeing Steve after years of not speaking. You imagined it quite a bit actually. How you’d tell him about your new life and how happy you were. You thought you’d have more control in this situation, and feel more confident and less like a floundering fish.

Then you feel a warm hand on your shoulder and your body is turning toward Steve before your mind can catch up. You look up at him, his smile wide and eyes happy.

"No fucking way," Steve beams, reaching his arms around you.

You can't even compute what's going on, but again your body moves before you can think and you're hugging him back. His scent hits you like a train, the familiar smell of fresh linens and pine.

You play off his positive, light attitude, "Steve, wow, it's great to see you."

He smiles, "what are you doing here? Did you move?"

"No, no," you shake your head and gesture to the group of business casual people around you, "I'm here for a work thing."

"I thought I spotted a shit ton of lawyers," Steve jokes. He was so good at this, making light of everything. Making every situation comfortable and easy, even when it shouldn't be. You hated that about him and were jealous of that trait too.

"Lawyers to be," you smiled, taking a long sip of your drink. You never needed tequila more than at this moment. You look back up at him, “what about you? What are you in town for?”

“Oh, I live here now,” he smiles widely, “I’m studying to teach while working at a local middle school.”

Well, that hit you like a ton of bricks. Steve Harrington moved? Out of Hawkins? But then the rest of his words register, and you’re overcome with happiness for him.

You clap his shoulder proudly, “that’s amazing! Actually, that’s so perfect for you.”

“Took babysitting those kids to a whole new level,” he laughs.

You nod, “I totally see it though. Really, I’m so happy for you.”

Steve beamed, “look at the two of us. Grown ups now. Who woulda thought.”

You laughed, relaxing a bit. He was always good at that, making a conversation easy and light. Feeling bold, you nod over to the bartender.

“Let me buy you a drink,” you smiled at Steve, “you know, to celebrate.”

He happily obliged, sitting down at the bar next to you, kicking off the start of a long night of catch-up.

It’s funny, how time can feel so irrelevant with the right person. You hadn’t seen Steve in almost four years and yet it was like no time has passed.

But that’s what happens with old friends, former lovers. The connection will always be there if it’s right.

The conversation was polite at first, covering the basics. How were the kids? Your parents? Is Manhattan really that great? Hopper still the Chief? They rebuilt the mall? You two went on and on about your mutual connections. After all, there was a lot to cover in the last few years.

Then your friends started to trickle out and Steve’s too, but you two stayed, moving over to a booth - quieter, more intimate. The conversation became more familiar then. It was like you were back at the diner, gossiping over milkshakes and burgers. Just the two of you and your opinions about anything and everything.

The Terminator sequel was better than the first. You’re into baseball now? The Yankees, really? No way you saw the Stones at an underground show, no way.

Then you were inviting him to New York, telling him there’s so much going on there with its music and art and people. Steve gushed about Chicago and how you were right, that living in the city really was the best thing to do.

So you told him that you were looking at law schools in Chicago, considering moving back to the Midwest for good. And for the first time since he saw you that night, Steve felt those past feelings come up. The ones he tried to repress and put away for the night, for the sake of seeing an old friend. But now you could move here, to his home and that thought scared him.

But Steve didn’t falter, instead, he listened as you told him your plans and how everything was so up in the air. You were excited, he could tell, and it was contagious. So he suggested taking you to his favorite deep dish place a couple blocks away. If you were considering moving to Chicago, you had to try the best pizza the city has to offer.

So of course you went with him, not even considering checking the time. Although you knew it had to be past midnight by now.

The pizza place was packed with late-night eaters, which overwhelmed your senses. Steve grabs your hand as you push past the crowded doorway to the tiny shop, guiding you to the line.

That was the first familiar touch of the night. You two didn’t even realize you were still holding hands in line, distracted by the crowded room.

Then it was swapping pizzas, Steve insisting on you trying his spicy pepperoni slice. You looked up at him and he was already holding up the slice for you to take a bite out of it. The interaction seemed casual to you, but Steve couldn’t help but let his eyes flicker down to your pink lips for just a moment.

After a couple of more hours of catching up over pizza and beer, Steve was walking you back to your hotel. Both of you slightly tipsy, most of the buzz already soaked up by the greasy pizza.

You were freezing, not prepared for the wind chill, and Steve noticed your shivering. Without any hesitation, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in. His pine scent makes you woozy again.

But you didn’t move. Instead, you leaned further into his side, grateful for his warmth and the familiarity of it all. Another mindless touch, one that you’ve exchanged so many times before. This time, you couldn’t help but feel the pull towards him, the unspoken connection between you two that you had believed ceased to exist.

It’s funny how time doesn’t work like that. Because no matter how many years go by, feelings never really go away. Where would that love go? That lost love. The untested love that never really got a chance to go somewhere. It doesn’t just go away. It lingers and stews until a moment like tonight when two former lovers randomly reunite.

You two walked down the empty street, huddled closely together. From a passerby, you two look like a young couple that’s been together for a long time now. Then came the music blasting from a club a couple of doors down. The line to get in was short, but people were still heading in.

A New Order track hit your ears and you immediately turned to Steve who was already laughing, knowing you loved this song and this band and to dance. So he didn’t even scoff when you pleaded with him, “just one song! Please!” Steve feigned reluctance, as you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the packed dance club.

And there you two were, after five more songs, dancing your hearts out. Like it was prom again and you two were the most embarrassing (and high) students on the dance floor. This time you were two fully grown 20-somethings, mostly sober and having the time of your lives. An unexpected turn of events to say the least.

So you inched closer to Steve as the familiar 80s synth raged on. The disco lights flashed in and out, casting most of the floor in a dark fluorescent purple hue. Steve watched as you swayed your body, noticing your fuller hips and sweet smile. He couldn’t bring himself to look away as you turned around, your ass looking too good in the tight skirt you were wearing. Fuck, you looked good. With your knee-high boots and off-the-shoulder top. For the first time tonight, he realized that you looked older now too, or at least acted like it. You moved your body confidently, knowing exactly what you were doing with those new curves of yours.

Steve cursed himself for missing so much of you.

You caught him staring, of course, you did. You had always known when men looked at you or when a man wanted you. So when you caught a glimpse of Steve’s hooded eyes, you should have suggested calling it a night.

But you didn’t.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him in to close the gap between you, and really danced with him, your body pressed to his. Steve’s hands find your waist as you peer up into his eyes, and he recognizes that cheeky glimmer. Frankly, he missed seeing it. That little look you’d give him when you wanted something from him. But you didn’t even realize you were doing it. You never did. It was a tell only Steve recognized, and that was dangerous.

Steve should have wondered then if you were single and that’s when you should have finally brought up your boyfriend. But the possibility of significant others was so far from your mind the entire night, especially when you were pressed together in a dance club.

It was always like this with you and Steve. Monogamy was never brought up because it was always implied. There was no room for anyone else in your hearts when you were together and honestly, you didn’t want anyone else. Steve tried to date other girls just for the sake of it, but no one ever measured up to you. So he waited patiently for those quiet moments together in his bed or the back seat of his car when you let him in.

Was this one of those moments? Was this always how the night was going to turn out for you two? Under the disco lights, the possibility of reconnecting on a whole other level. Again, this logic was the furthest thing from your mind. All you and Steve wanted to do was be with each other in this moment, this rare moment an unexpected gift from the universe.

The bar flashed its house lights to indicate the night was coming to a close, but neither of you wanted it to end. So Steve enclosed your hand in his and you two stumbled out onto the street again, slowly trekking to your hotel.

Steve wrapped his arm around you again, tighter now, breathing in your scent. The same light floral perfume your mom gifts you. He smiled, remembering the bottle on your nightstand when it almost broke after he pushed you into the dresser during a little more rough and needy hook up. The bottle nearly fell, but he was quick to catch it and yet you didn’t even notice, too busy pulling him onto the bed.

Oh, how he missed you. Your smile, your humor, the way you said all the right things, how you two could talk about anything and everything.

“It’s funny,” Steve pulls you in closer, “how we bumped into each other tonight.”

You nod, “I know. Of all the bars in Chicago, we happened to be in the same one. At the same time.”

“I’d say it’s fate,” he bumps you lightly.

“I agree,” you smile, “it feels like the universe is trying to tell us something.”

Steve bites his lip, nervous to take this step but it just feels natural. He smiles, “maybe it thinks we should be in each other’s lives again. In some way or another.”

It’s music to Steve’s ears when you reply, “I’d like that. To be someone you know again.”

He pauses at this, suddenly saddened by your words. Steve stops walking, pulling you with him, and looks down at you. His eyes fill with sincerity as he shakes his head, “you know me. You know me better than anyone else.”

His words send you reeling. Taken aback, you look up at him, “we haven’t spoken in years. Shit, I didn’t even know you moved, Steve.”

But he doubles down, his hand gripping your arm gently, “sure, but I wouldn’t be who am today without you.”

How could he be so kind, after everything? Maybe he wasn’t angry or upset with you anymore, and maybe you shouldn’t be either. Maybe you two could move forward from this.

Then Steve’s looking at you, really looking. His eyes memorize every feature of your face, noticing how you’ve changed but only slightly. His fingers trail up to your cheek to move the strand of hair behind your ear and you have to steady yourself from this touch. Another familiar and way more intimate touch.

You look over his face too, how there’s a shadow of stubble on his chin that wasn’t there before. How his face is thinner, more mature now. How his eyes are still the same shade of honey brown you loved. Time was a wicked thing, and you’d be damned if you wasted any more of it.

So you pull back, looking over at the doors of your hotel, and taking a step up the stairs toward the lobby. You hold Steve’s hand, enticing him to follow. He stands there, looking up at you, lips turned up into a slight smile.

Then the words spill out of your mouth before logic can stop you, “want to come up?”

Your hand lingers in his as he gazes up at you. Steve’s expression is breathless, eyes soft as he contemplates your question. The insinuation hits a nerve, deep in his chest. He’s not in shock that you’d ask such a thing, honestly, he was expecting the night to end this way. The two of you wrapped up in each other just like old times.

But, instead of accepting your invitation, his first instinct is to pause. His second is anger.

It bubbles up out of nowhere, emotions he’s repressed over the years of not seeing you. How dare you pop back into his life and think it’s this easy to get him in bed again. He has a life now without you in it and here you are steamrolling through like you own the place. Like you’re entitled to him.

Steve recoils, breaking his hand away from yours. His gaze now hardens as he shakes his head, “are you serious right now?”

You shift back, bringing your hand down to your side, it still tingles from his touch. ���Steve, I thought-”

He cuts you off, piling on, “you don’t just get to show up here and act like everything’s normal. Like I’m some old fling you screw on vacation.”

You flinch at his version of events. Is that what he thinks he is to you? An old fling?

Now you start to get angry, frustrated at his sudden aggression. You shake your head, “that’s not what’s happening here. I haven’t seen you in years and-”

“Yeah, well whose fault is that,” Steve mutters, bitterness not looking good on him.

You swallow harshly, “it certainly wasn’t just mine. Don’t act like you didn’t have a hand in it.”

He throws his hands up in the air. “You left!” Steve yells, “you made your decision and ran away to New York!”

“It’s not like you tried to stop me!” You’re yelling now too, on the steps of the upscale hotel your company is paying for, but you don’t care. The conversation you’ve envisioned dozens of times is finally coming to fruition and you are losing control.

Steve steps up to your level, the height difference more evident as he looks down at you.

“You said you couldn’t do it anymore, that you needed to move on and that meant from me too,” his eyes narrowed at you.

Your cheeks were hot now and probably red, but you continued on, “I was always going to leave Hawkins, you knew that and still did nothing. I felt like you gave up! Like you were fine just letting me go!”

“What was I supposed to do? Stop you?”

“You could have come with me!”

Steve pauses, hurt flashing across his face. “Now that’s not fair,” he breathes out, “how was I supposed to know you wanted that? You said you wanted a clean break!”

He was right. You hadn’t voiced that desire for him to follow you because you hadn’t known that was what you wanted. But now you knew, you knew that you should have asked him to come with you and start your life together. Frankly, he can’t put this all on you. If he cared so much, he would have tried harder to be with you. Told you to stop being stupid and let him love you.

“I was wrong! I was dumb and angry, but you didn’t even put up a fight!” Your voice still raised.

It’s all out there now and Steve knows it. He shouts, “you expected me to drop everything? After what we just went through?”

“Yes!” You breathe out, exhausted from the vulnerability. But you had to tell him how you felt.

Steve looks at you, his chest rising and falling as he steadies his breathing.

“I was scared,” he states quietly.

You sigh, “yeah, well so was I.”

Now at a stalemate, you look at each other. Not sure what to say or do from here. All that time wasted and for what? If only you had communicated things better, maybe you’d have an entirely different life. One with Steve still in it.

“Look,” he took a step down toward the sidewalk, “maybe you were right. Maybe we shouldn’t see each other.”

Your chest tightens, your stomach dropping at his words. The same way you felt a few years ago when you first broke it off.

So you let your pride get the better of you and nod at his words. Maybe you had been right, maybe you didn’t need each other after all.

“Yeah, maybe,” was all you could say without your emotions overwhelming you. You could feel your throat tightening, your eyes glassy.

Steve of course notices as your eyes redden and your arms cross against your chest, hugging yourself tightly. He hated making you feel this way, but he had to protect himself. Following you up those steps into your hotel room would send him down a path he wasn’t sure he was ready for.

He had felt similarly after you graduated and told him you were moving away for school. Steve wasn’t ready to make such a life-changing decision, not after everything that just happened. He needed normalcy and comfort, not to fall head first for you. So he didn’t protest and he let you leave, brokenhearted and angry.

Steve looks up at you and nods, more at himself than to you, “take care.”

Then he was turning down the street, walking away. Leaving you alone and cold as the city quieted down into the early morning hours. The faint sounds of the train and a garbage truck drown out the thump of your heart beating.

You breathlessly wander into the hotel lobby before you can watch him turn the corner, disappearing forever.

The bright lights of the elevator sober you up a bit, letting your emotions sink in. You were angry, definitely angry. Why was he allowed to be the only victim in this? If he really loved you he would have fought harder. Right?

You push into your quiet hotel room, the bed untouched.

After all these years, he managed to still make you feel so intensely and he clearly harbored the same sentiment toward you.

If this was the universe’s way of giving you closure, it was a fucked up attempt. You were reeling more than ever now.

As you discard your clothes and change into pajamas, you eyed the alarm clock - it was almost 4 am. God, where did the time go?

You notice a flashing red button on the room’s phone. Pressing it to reveal a voicemail, your boyfriend’s voice coming onto the line. Fuck, Peter.

In the chaos of the night, you had forgotten to give him a call. Truthfully, you hadn’t thought about him since the moment you saw Steve.

Then a cold wave of regret hits you as you listen to his message. His sweet tone saying, “hey, it’s not too late here so you’re probably out and about, but I just called to say goodnight and that I love you. Hope you’re having fun! Talk tomorrow, bye.”

You lay back on the bed, throwing your hands over your face as the tears finally come.

You had invited Steve up to your room.

Not even stopping to consider your nice boyfriend back in New York. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Read part two here!

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What's Your Type?

Let's see who (Name) really is as a person, especially around their partner. Based on this poll.

Characters: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Rensuke Kunigami, Hyoma Chigiri, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi.

Warnings: Reader has struggles too, a different ( Name ) for each partner. Kisses ( good for reader ) .

Notes: I fear my future writings will against this headcanon. 😶

Yoichi Isagi

(Name) is so aware of this man's foul language on the field, that it's almost embarrassing. Isagi thought he was slick thinking they wouldn't know of his habits and his love for soccer.

They're the type to tease him, just to see his reaction and how red can his cheeks go. They smile or laugh alot, something they don't even take notice. Yoichi loves this about them, often falling head over heels all over again. Don't go underestimating them, for they too have some insults in their back pocket.

"Yoichi, you're a sweet guy, but you have to realize that girl was hitting on you."

"What? She's only being nice."

"Yeah right. With those styrofoam nails trying to dig into your flesh. Not on my watch."

They're very observant of their surroundings and people, which benefits them greatly as they can figure out what to say to who. However, this causes them to not be true to themselves, putting up a façade for different people.

"Just being myself is easier said than done, Yoichi. I'm sure you of all people should know this."

"I'm well aware. But you are aware of my antics on the field."

"Of course. You have over 10 enemies because of that mouth of yours."

He places you in his lap, your eyes looking into his. He begins to kiss every part of your face. Each one holding an ounce of love for you.

"I've shown you each part of me, both on and off the field, and yet you continued you to stay with me. So I ask of you to show me every part of you. Both the good and the bad. I'm not going to leave you. I'll stay with you, and we'll get through it together."

That mouth of his always had your heart flutter. You can't help yourself, but spill all your feelings to him as he listened to every single word...

Meguru Bachira

Remember this post. Yep, that's what I based or planning to base (Name) from. I love the thought of Bachira finding someone who is comfortable with his behaviour, and bonus almost just like him!

Another trait I give to reader is that they're kinda his voice of reason sometimes. Like, there is only so much havoc you can cause for one day.

"Sorry Meguru, I have to put you in time out. You can't jumpscare Isagi while he's busy using the bathroom."

"Aww man..."

Not many understand them, due to then being introverted but also because they are afraid of being hurt by others. They have built up walls, but somehow this man by the name of, Meguru Bachira has done the impossible.

"I'm scared Meguru."

"I know, and that's okay."

You look at him. How can he say that with such confidence, how can he say that with a smile? You almost envy him, even with knowing what he went through as a child. He kisses the top of your head, catching your attention.

"You can conquer it, because not only do I believe in you, but also you believe in me."

You don't understand what he means at first, but his smile is contagious that you can't help but smile as well...

Hyoma Chigiri

(Name) is based of his type of person in the Egoist Bible is someone who is calm and understanding since he can be intense. They're down to earth, and very empathetic.

They remind Chigiri to still take certain things slowly, instead of rushing into battle. As much as they are understanding, they aren't afraid to call out your mistakes.

"Take your time Hyoma. Just remember to relax."

"But it feels as if...my world is falling apart."

"I'll help you piece it back together, one piece at a time."

Much to Chigiri's chagrin, they try to see the good in others, even after they have been wronged. It is only through meeting him that their habit seemed to diminish a little. Albeit, slowly but still making progress.

"He's a changed person Hyoma! Just have a little faith."

"It's a delusion of yours (Name). I'm sorry to break it you, but if he truly has changed, then he would have known what makes you uncomfortable."

You contemplate his words. He's right. How could you not realize this sooner. He takes notice on how your nails dig into your arms. Gently, he takes your hands into his and kisses your knuckles.

"Take your time. Breathe in and out. Remember I'm here for you, just like you were with me."

You can't help but release the tears you've been trying to hold in. At least he is here to be the shoulder you can cry on...

Rensuke Kunigami

Bold and straightforward. (Name) is not someone who beats around the bush. If they have a problem, they will tell you what it is in order to get the problem resolved as quickly as possible. They believe this is to put past disputes in the past, instead of bringing them up as it brings in more pain.

Before wild-card, they were grounded and confident. They entertain the idea of Kunigami being their hero, saving them from whatever comes in their way. However, kunigami believes they'll deal the final blow before he even gets a chance.

"Don't forget about me just yet, Rensuke. What if I need saving from a super villain?"

"I sure won't, however I believe you'll be able to kick them to the curb before I get the chance to show off."

Despite being grounded in reality, they can't help but cling onto past memories, even those that hurt them. Even after wild-card, Kunigami still cares for them. He is well aware that under that tough exterior, they are still soft. And it's not a weakness.

"Do you..ever feel like this Rensuke? Even after what they have done to you at Blue Lock?"

"Sometimes.", he wraps his arm around you, gently massaging your shoulder. It may be a small gesture to some, but it's more than enough for you. It shows he cares, even after everything that has happened, before and after Blue Lock.

"Stay with me will you, Rensuke?"

"Sure. I'll be your hero for the night, and forever more."...

Reo Mikage

(Name) is the mature person in the friend group. Often overseeing tasks and many people rely on them. I imagine this trait becomes more noticeable with Reo's codependent nature. They're seen as blunt, but say things with good intentions.

They turn down gifts they deem too expensive for their liking, but adore the little things like origami, love letters, or even a single flower. They often use Reo's black card for groceries and get excited at the thought of saving money or receiving a discount.

"I could literally buy you this whole building. "

"But you don't, since there is a discount on the groceries today. A 20% discount for that matter."

Often times they prefer to work alone, not out of arrogance, but because they feel guilty at the thought of burdening others with their problems. This is also their way of trying to be independent. Reo is one of the reasons that they don't feel guilty relying as much as they used to in the past.

"How long have you been doing this alone?"

"Long enough for you to not notice. You don't need to worry about me, focus on your dreams. I'll handle myself just fine."

The look he gives you, it breaks your heart. He is worried for you, it makes you feel guilty for making him worry like that. Tears slowly fall out of your eyes. He quickly wipes them with his thumbs, as he pecks your forehead.

"I just -"

"You don't need to apologize. I'm always here to help you, you can lean on me. I can handle the weight. If it means I have to carry a million rocks on my back, just to lift a gram off your shoulders. I'll do it in a heart beat."...

Seishiro Nagi

Oh Seishiro, how did you get bagged by (Name). They're quite jumpy, but often by themselves, not like they mind. It makes you wonder how are these two in a relationship.

Like Reo, they often have to drag him to do certain things, but only for his benefit. An example of is learning how to cook. It may not be master chef, but it's enough to give you a full stomach as well as look good.

"Do we really have to do this (Name)?"

"Why of course, Sei. After all, how on earth will you be able to live all by yourself?"

"I've been doing just fine."

"The jelly food in your fridge does not count. Also your bathroom is a mess."

In an attempt to be active, they overwork themselves. They believe that they must do something every second in order to make their life more fulfilling. Nagi reminds them that doing nothing is also allowing them to rest and regain their energy.

"You're overworking yourself again (Name). Rest"

"But-

"Rest.", he easily picks you up from what you are doing. He gently places you on the bed as he climbs in, and places a blanket on top you. He wraps his arms his arms around you, providing warmth and security. You smile as you slowly drift to sleep.

"Thanks, Sei."

"Mmm. Happy to help."...

This was so long, I just can't anymore. (Joking)

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Twice Interactive Story Part 19 Moonlight Sunrise(Jihyo, Feat. Dahyun)

Today is just a normal day, you go to work and give breakfast to Mina as usual.

After the work, you back home to have dinner with Dahyun and Jihyo before you go jogging.

'Y/N, why suddenly want to go jogging with me?' Jihyo asks you when you are walking to the park.

"It’s been a while, I thought it would be nice." I respond. " Or would you rather be doing something else?"

'It's been a long time, really. I haven't left your home since I moved in. I don't have the courage to leave your home, I am afraid Daniel will find where I am.' Jihyo sighs. 'If you not asking me to jog today, I don't know when I will step out of your home.'

"I'll be by your side if you ever want to go out Jihyo. That way you can still do all the things you want." As I finish stretching I ask if she's ready to start.

'Thanks, Y/N, I would love to, but... but you have your life too, I can't only go out when I am with you, I don't want to bother you.' Jihyo nods and start jogging with you.

'I remember you have talked about your friend with benefit, Momo, right? Is she working with Daniel?  Maybe we can get some update from her.'

"Yeah, I could always ask Momo for updates. But Jihyo, I really don't mind going out with you. I want you to be able to live your life, so anytime you want to do something just ask me and I'll go with you." I think for a second. "How about you and me go out to eat tomorrow or the day after."

'So, you are asking me on a date huh, Y/N?' Jihyo smirks. 'But how about Dahyun, we leave her at home alone?  Won't she suspect anything?'

"If you want to think of it as a date, you're more than welcome to. Dahyun won't suspect a thing she knows your situation, she'll understand." I respond.

'Thank you, Y/N. Maybe we should go out together on the weekend then, then I can spend longer time with you.'

'You know if you keep treating me this good, I will fall for you?' Jihyo rests herself on a bench and inviting you to sit with her.

I take a seat beside her, "I don't think I'm treating you all too well, just as a person. I'll be busy Saturday so we'll have to go out Sunday. is there any place you want to go in particular?"

'No idea yet, maybe just some casual walk in the town.' Jihyo rests her head on your shoulders. 'At least you are treating me like a human, right? Providing shelter for me, willing to listen to me.'

"Of course, if you ever need anything just tell me Jihyo." I take a deep breqth and look up to the sky. "A walk around town does sound kind of nice. It'll be fun for sure. Hey Jihyo, do you want to jog some more or should we head home?"

'I think I should leave some stamina for tonight, what do you think, Y/N?' Jihyo sits closer to you, and get up suddenly. 'Oh, sorry for making my sweat on you, I forgot it.'

"Well we'll be sweating on each other a lot tonight Jihyo, so I don't mind." I pull her down onto my lap and whisper into her ear, "I hope you're not too tired"

'Don't underestimate me, Y/N!' Jihyo smirks and starts grinding on your lap, soon your cock has become a bulge.

'Can't you just wait for a little bit longer? We just separated for one night. Or do you want me to finish you up here first?' Jihyo blows wind into your ear and keeps grinding you.

"Let's go home, I want to be the only one looking at you."

'Let's go then, let's back home, our home.' Jihyo smiles and kissed your cheek before she gets up from you.

'Do you sure you can wait until Dahyun sleep, or you wanna fuck me from the moment the door is opened.'

"We should wait until she's asleep, just know that you're in for a long night." I grab Jihyo's ass and give it a light spank. "We'll be doing it for a while."

Jihyo grabs your arm when you two walking back to home. 'If you can get Dahyun on bed earlier, we will have more time tonight. Perhaps you may join my bath too.'

When you two arrive, Dahyun is watching TV on the sofa, Jihyo excused herself for bathing, leaving you and Dahyun at the living room.

I ask Dahyun what she's watching and make conversations make with her.

'Just some comedy Oppa, will you watch with me?' Dahyun pats the sofa, and asks you to sit with her.

Once you sit down, she peeks to make sure Jihyo is still in the bathroom, then she cuddles with you.

I put my arm around her Dahyun and pat her head while the film plays. I look over occasionally to see if she's getting sleepy.

Dahyun seems to be more excited when cuddling with you, seems she is still far from sleepy. Only when Jihyo comes out of bathroom, Dahyun starts to move a little bit away from you.

'I'm finished, Y/N, it's your turn now.' Jihyo winks at you before she enter her room.

''Let's continue after you finish shower, Oppa.' Dahyun looks at you expectedly.

"Right, I'm going to be a while though. I worked up a sweat today." I then go to the bathroom and start to shower, taking my time inside and coming out about 30 minutes later.

When you finished your shower, Dahyun is still waiting for you, she is chatting with Chaeyoung on a phone call.

Dahyun waves hands at you, 'Oppa, I am talking with Chaeyoung, anything you want to say?'

"Just tell her I said Hi and ask when she's coming." I respond. "I'm going to make something to eat do you want anything Dahyun?"

'Chaeyoung said she would be coming at the weekend.' Dahyun comes into the kitchen and hugs you from the back. 'I want some pancake, Oppa. Do you need some help?'

"Just get the ingredients for me, I'm going to ask Jihyo if she wants anything." I leave Dahyun and walk to Jihyo's room. I turn the door knob and poke my head in asking if she wants anything to eat and that Dahyun isn't going to sleep anytime soon.

'Thanks, Y/N, but I am not hungry, don't wanna waste the effort on jogging.' Jihyo is laying on her bed and playing with her phone. 'Anything you want me to wear tonight? I will get changed when you are playing with Dahyun.'

"I don't want you to wear anything Jihyo, it would only get ruined." I say with a smile before going back to cook with Dahyun.

You get back to Kitchen and see Dahyun has prepared all the ingredients for you. 'Does Jihyo eooni need anything?' Dahyun says while helping you to wear the apron.

"No, she's fine. Let's just cooking Dubu." I have her help me cook that way we can finish faster.

You quickly cook some pancakes and ready to eat with Dahyun, she tastes a piece of it, 'Oppa, do u remember when we cooked together for Chaeyoung in the past? I miss those good old days.'

Dahyun seems to be sentimental tonight, and keep talking about the moments you two shared before. You looked at the clock, it's already midnight, if you wanna get some sleep after sex with Jihyo, you may need to get Dahyun to bed now.

"Yeah, I remember those days. Simpler days." After finishing the food quickly I say "It's getting to be pretty late Dahyun. We should go to sleep. You get to bed I'll clean up"

'OH, sorry Oppa, I forgot you need to work tomorrow, let me clean the dishes.' Dahyun says while pushing you to the bathroom. 'Remember to brush your teeth.'

When you come out of the bathroom, Dahyun has backed her room, instead, Jihyo is in the living room, only with another new set of sexy lingerie.

"I tried Jihyo. Is Dahyun sleeping?"

'Of course, otherwise how dare I only wearing lingerie here.' Jihyo stands up and walks towards you.

Her tits are bouncing following her every step, your eyes were attached to her breasts, and you swallowing your saliva when you look at her.

'Sorry for making you wait too long.' Jihyo caresses your neck to your chest.

My hands run down her back to her thighs. I lift Jihyo up and carry her to my room, "I'll make up for the wait Jihyo."

You throw Jihyo on the bed and lock the door. Jihyo adjust herself in a seductive position, 'Come Y/N, make the night worth. Let's see can you still go to work tomorrow.'

"I hope you can walk tomorrow Jihyo" I retort. I start kissing her neck, moving my way down while my hand goes toward her pussy.

Jihyo presses you harder and moans slightly as your caress, her hand goes down and starts stroking you. 'Oh, getting excited don't you?'

"Obviously," I kiss Jihyo and play with her tits with one hand while the other starts to finger her.

Jihyo is turned on by your kissing, you two exchange saliva and increase the pace of your hand.

'Ummm...' Jihyo comes first and moans in your mouth, she breaks the kiss and flips over. Her mouth is now in front of your cock. 'Ready, Y/N? It's going to be a sleepless night.'

I don't say a word instead I start to eat her out immediately.

'Ah, you horny boy!' Jihyo moans when you assault, and she returns by licking your cock. Jihyo licks it like a ice cream, cherishing every inch of it, wanting to it to melt in her mouth.

'I am thirsty, baby.' Jihyo sees the precum leaking from your tip, so she backs to your tip and starts tasting it. You want her to take it in, but she is just teasing you, her tongue dancing on your tip, your moan in her pussy makes Jihyo shivers. 'Yes, Y/N, just like this...'

I keep eating her out and start to finger her. I start thrusting my hip, wanting Jihyo to do more.

'Ah... yes... I know you want it in my mouth, but not now.' Jihyo knows what you want but she just keeps her moves. You finger her faster, wanting her to surrender.

'Ahh, so nice... But I can finish you off before I putting it in... Ahhh...' Jihyo stops her mouth and just use her hands to stroke you, you are frustrated so you thrust your hips faster, hoping to get more pleasure.

Suddenly you feel something warm running on your balls, it's Jihyo's tongue, she is now licking your balls, this sudden pleasure makes you wanna cum. 'Fuck... Jihyo!'

I hold on as continue licking her clit while fingering her. My other hand starts teasing her asshole going around the edge.

'Shit, not there Y/N, Ahhh..' You feel Jihyo's ass is sucking your finger in and her ass become tighter, soon you feel her cum again but she didn't stops her stroke and continues to milk you.

You two both continue your work, and help each other to extend their orgasm. Jihyo only stops when she feels she has drained you. Jihyo turns back to face you, you can see her face is covered by your cum, 'Such a nice shot isn’t, Y/N?'

"You look great Jihyo. Let's continue." I position myself behind her and rub my cock against her lips to tease Jihyo. "Tell me how much you want it, Jihyo."

'You will know how much I want when you put it in, my pussy is ready for you.' Jihyo starts to breathe heavier due to your tease, she grabs your hands to cup her breast. 'Or what kinks you would like me to do, Y/N.'

I slam my cock into Jihyo. "I don't care about that right now Jihyo. I just want you." I start thrusting while playing with her breasts.

'OH yes, just like this, I love your cock so much... Ahh...' Jihyo moans instantly after you put it in, her pussy is fully prepared for you as she just said, so wet from the teasing, you can easily thrust all in with the help of lubrication.

Jihyo bends down her body and kneels on the bed, allowing you to fuck her at a better angle. 'Y/N, do you like to fuck me? Huh?'

I lean my body against hers, whispering into her ear "I love fucking you Jihyo. I love your body, it's all for me isn't it Jihyo?" I grab her tits and knead them waiting for her response as I continue thrusting.

'Ah, yesss... Only you can fuck me... not even my husband, that bustard can't even hold on for 30 seconds... You teach me about the pleasure of sex, Y/N.' Jihyo's body bends lower as you thrust harder.

'All the men Staring at my tits on the street, but only you can get them in hands, only you can fuck me. Ah... Faster, Y/N!'

I thrust quicker giving Jihyo quick and hard thrusts. "That’s right you're all mine Jihyo. I'll make sure you get to feel all the pleasure you could ever want." I begin pinching her nipples and pulling them slightly.

'Ahhhhhhh... Y/N!' Jihyo's pussy becomes much tighter and it's harder for you to thrust in, Jihyo is on the edge of reaching her orgasm. 'Please let me cum, Y/N! Faster, please!'

Jihyo could not resists anymore, she even bury her head in the sheets, just want to raise her ass higher for you.

I go even faster and start spanking Jihyo "Cum for me Jihyo!" I moan I drive her further into the bed with every thrust.

'Ohh! Ohh!' Jihyo moans like she is crying when she reaches her orgasm, her pussy wrapping you tightly and massaging your cock, the suction in her pussy makes you wanna cum. 'I'm cumming, Jihyo. Take it for me!'

Feeling your cock pulsing in her, Jihyo starts to move again. 'I'm not safe today, pull out Y/N!' But it's too late, the pleasure has taken over your mind and you are going to cum.

I impale Jihyo with my cock and fill her to the brim with my cum. I only pull out afterwards and apologize to Jihyo.

You rest on her and let her pussy milk you, until your orgasm is over. You slowly pull out and help her to lay on the bed. The mixture of the juice are dripping down from her pussy, it makes you hard again.

You hug Jihyo in your arms and kiss her forehead, 'Sorry, Jihyo, your pussy is feeling so good that I cannot resist.' 'Your cum feels so good in me too... Is it too risky so you cum that much in me.' Jihyo get some juice from pussy and start licking it.

'Do you have any condoms? Or you will pull out for the next round? I can feel it you are ready.' Jihyo slowly stroking you again.

"I'll get a condom" I'll put on a condom and get then ready myself for another round.

'Can't resist to cum in me huh? Even in a plastic bag?' Jihyo smirks can help you to put on the condom.

'I'll take the lead for this round for your punishment, ok?' Jihyo rides on you and aligns your cock with her pussy, waiting for your answer.

"That's fine with me," I start playing with her tits while she rides me.

Jihyo does not hesitate and directly sits on you, until you reach her deepest part. 'Oh, Y/N. so deep... You reach my womb... Your sperm is going inside.'

Jihyo rides you furiously and is not willing to stop, she moans louder whenever you play her nipples. ''Suck my tits, Y/N, show me your love to my big breast huh.'

I play with one of her nipples while sucking on the other. I switch every so often making sure to give them both proper attention.

'OH, so fair aren't you Y/N?' Jihyo laughs at your move and grinds you much faster, you moan due to the increasing pleasure.

'Cum if you want, you have condom now, no worry.' Jihyo says while hold your head to her chest, forcing you to suck it.

"I know," I start thrusting my hips up to meet Jihyo's descent. I lightly bite her nipples "you can cum anytime too you know."

'Ah... Kiss me Y/N, I am cumming.' Jihyo moans when you bite her, and she holds your head to kiss you.

You can feel her juice splash all over your cock, but maybe as you are using condom, you are not as sensitive as usual, you are still far from orgasm.

'You are so strong, Y/N. I feel so good, are you going to cum?'

"Not yet Jihyo, let me take it from here." I roll us over and continue thrusting.

'Ahh... yes! Y/N, I'm all yours, just do what you want.' Jihyo thrust her hips to suit your rhythm, want to let you cum too.

You lick her tits and thrust harder, chasing your orgasm. Jihyo crosses her legs on your back and tenses her pussy, increasing the friction of your thrusting. 'Oh, yes... Y/N, if you can't cum, ah... Remove the condom, just remember to pull out.'

I kiss Jihyo, "I don't want to pull out, I'll keep the condom on" I tell her while I go faster. I plant kisses on Jihyo's tits before kissing her.

Jihyo grabs your hair to kiss you, she is approaching another wave of orgasm, her walls pressing your cock, legs pushing your back, forcing you to go deeper. You finally feels you are going to cum.

Jihyo feels it too, 'Yes, I know you wanna cum for a long time, now give it to me.' Then Jihyo starts kisses you again.

I continue thrusting into Jihyo, I kiss her while my hands run down her body to her waist. I hold her in place while I ram my cock into her womb.

'Ah....' You cum in Jihyo when you reach the entrance of her womb. Her pussy press you tightly, make sure to milk you. You just lay on her body to get some rest.

Jihyo pushes you away after you have recovered, she slowly removes the condom and play with the cum inside, 'Still a lot in the second round.' Jihyo starts cleaning your shaft, 'I wish it was in my body rather than the plastic bag, it feels so much better when it's in me. Sorry I ruin the night.' Jihyo gently kisses your tip.

"I still had lots of fun Jihyo. We should throw that away somewhere Dahyun won't find it. If she does she'll suspect something."

'Isn't the rubbish bin of your room already a safe place, I don't think she will come in. But why don't we enjoy the moment first.' Jihyo start swallowing your whole dick.

'I know you can still go further, right? You wanna fuck my tits or pussy again?'

"I want to cum inside you but I don't want to wear another condom. How about we try your juicy ass?"

'Then just cum in my pussy, you already try one time tonight, sorry I panicked for the moment, it is meaningless for you to use the condom afterward.'

Jihyo starts licking your shaft again. 'Just cum as much as you can in my womb, maybe we can get Daniel to raise our kids right?'

I laugh a little hearing that "I'll fill you up Jihyo, but I'll take responsibility for my actions" I say as I pounce on her, putting us in the missionary position.

'Always turned on by having a baby with me huh?' Jihyo smirks and waits for your to thrust in.

'If I am pregnant, I won't divorce Daniel, I don't wanna affect your future by just the pleasure you are chasing now. I will let Daniel raise him but he will only call you dad. Now fill me first, Y/N.' Jihyo kisses your lips and thrusts her hips.

I bury my cock inside Jihyo and thrust wildly. My hands grips her thighs, squeezing them roughly as I pound away at her.

Jihyo plays with her tits while you are focusing on the thrusting. 'Oh, Y/N, you never make me disappointed.'

Jihyo moans louder as you thrust in, you don't know will Dahyun hear it, so you kiss her and prevent her to make more noise. 'No... Let me moan, I moan louder because you make me feel so good.' Jihyo breaks the kiss.

"Sorry but we have to be quiet" I kiss her again as I pound her body.

Jihyo stop to resist and make out with you. She grabs your ass and pushes you to thrust faster. Jihyo's pussy well wrapping you again, you feel both of you are going to reach your orgasm.

'Y/N, let's cum together, I want you to look at me when you cum.' Jihyo breaks the kiss and moans again.

"Of course, Jihyo," I keep thrusting, and when I feel my orgasm coming I put my forehead to hers and stare into her eyes. "Jihyo, I'm going to cum."

Jihyo nods and uses her legs to press you into her deepest part, her juice splash all over your cock when she cums, the suction of her womb makes you plant all your cum in her.

You two just hug together, enjoy the post orgasm.

I kiss Jihyo, while holding onto her hips. After a time I pull out of Jihyo.

You slowly put out, and your cum keeps dripping from Jihyo's pussy. 'You are such a cum machine huh?' Jihyo smirks while massaging your ball.

Jihyo bends down to clean your shaft, you look out the window, the sun is peeking out already, ' Times goes fast, right? How long did we take from our first meet to we fuck each together.'

"Not long at all." I let Jihyo finish before telling her to hurry to her room before Mina gets here.

'Last time still want me to stay, and now already wanting me to leave huh?' Jihyo smirks.

'The sun is just starting to go up, still got hours before Mina comes, let me rest a while first.' Jihyo sleeps on your bed, still naked.

I get behind Jihyo, "So what makes you want to stay this time?"

'Does it matter?' Jihyo says without opening her eye and pats the bed, signaling you to sleep next to her.

'Or you have something that you would like to hear me say?'

"Lots of things." I tease. "It doesn't matter I was just curious."

You hug Jihyo and try to get some sleep before work.

[gothicfied]

Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120 Headcanons

Pairing: Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120 x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death/dying, killing, guns/gunshots (typical squid game stuff), other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

જ⁀➴ Watching Hyun-ju during the six-legged pentathlon, you couldn't help but be amazed. She was a leader, a fighter, someone who didn't and wouldn't give up, that much was sure. It was amazing to see her lead her group to victory, to safety, being the one to push them and encourage them. Everyone cheered, obviously including you, and it truly was an amazing feeling to see them all get away with their lives. You weren't so sure if you'd make it, too.

જ⁀➴ Thankfully, you did. Your group barely scraped by and you just decided that you needed to be on Hyun-ju's team. Hesitantly, you approached Geum-ja, who immediately noticed your small figure and agreed in a heart beat to let you join their little group.

"You were great back there, you know?" You told Hyun-ju with a shy smile while she was sitting on the stairs, originally just observing Yong-sik getting scolded by his mother again. "Hm? Ah.. that was nothing." she replied back, shaking her head when smiling up at you. "I think everyone in here should be like you," you chuckled, "like, actually. We'd all benefit from it."

જ⁀➴ Hyun-ju's heart melted at all the nice words you would say to her, complimenting her braveness and strength. It made her feel more validated in her actions, which was the motivation she really needed in a place like this. Young-mi was equally excited to have you in their group now, having animated conversations with you about the things you had in common — And if she approved of you, Hyun-ju would, too.

જ⁀➴ Whenever you were scared, were having doubts about yourself or just needed someone to talk, Hyun-ju was there. It was almost like she felt it when you felt that way and she'd always listen to you and comfort you. Her hugs were warm and firm, perfectly calming you down after a particularly bad nightmare. In return, you also encouraged her to talk to you if she ever felt the need to, but everytime you suggested that she'd laugh it off. To Hyun-ju, it was enough to know that she brought you comfort, she didn't need anything in return. She did think it was adorable for you to say that.

જ⁀➴ To distract you from all the stress sometimes, she'd ask you about your plans for the future, about your hobbies and jusy about the things that made you, you. Hyun-ju was genuinely interested in getting to know you and was growing very fond of you over a short period of time.

જ⁀➴ After suffering through the third game together, and also a painful loss (rip Young-mi, my queen), everyone was going through it. Instead of everyone keeping it peaceful, they just decided to slaughter each other after lights out. Ever since losing Young-mi, Hyun-ju was very adamant on keeping you by her side at all times. She wouldn't make that mistake again and leave someone she cared about out of her sight.

The lights flicker like crazy above you, screams and the disgusting sound of people getting killed right next to you were the only things you could focus on right now. You were panicking, you were scared, you felt like you were going to cry and throw up. Hyun-ju had grabbed you by your hand and dragged you to the last corner of the dorm area, hiding you between some mattresses other players had set up. She was firmly holding you by your shoulders and telling you something you couldn't make up. Probably that everything will be okay or something. "Hey! Hey, please listen to me," Hyun-ju leaned in close, hugging you against her, "it's all going to be fine. We'll be okay."

જ⁀➴ In fact, you were. Obviously you were. Hyun-ju wouldn't say something she didn't mean — she wouldn't lie to you. She knew that winning someones trust was hard and the fact that you put so much of it into her filled her with pride.

જ⁀➴ Gi-hun had his mind set on a revolution. Anybody who could handle a firearm was supposed to step forward and take one of of the ones they took off the dead guards. You swallowed, locking eyes with Hyun-ju. She'd step forward, they needed her. You gave her a quick nod and a faint smile and she returned it, quickly stepping forward to help the others.

Geum-ja put a hand on your shoulder, claiming that she'll be fine and that she's far too tough to die out there. "They'll be back to get us out of here, don't worry about it." she said, tugging you by your sleeve, beckoning you to come with her.

When Dae-ho stormed in after a while again, hastily collecting the magazines out of the guards pockets, you were relieved, even if he seemed extremely beside himself. He had some sort of panic attack, so you sat him down on one of the beds, trying to reason with him, until Hyun-ju stormed in, making your facs light up. Oh my god, she's alive. She basically ran to Dae-ho, urging for the ammunition and kept asking him what happened.. so, this wasn't going according to plan at all. You assumption was confirmed by all the masked guards that flooded into the dorm area, holding the remaining players at gunpoint.

"Hyun-ju..?" your voice was shaky. Her eyes fell down on you, taking your hand into hers. "It's all going to be fine."

[waves-against-a-cliff]

Sharing is Caring

Guys. Listen to me. Soap and Gaz sharing you.

Part two

Content Warnings - fmm, Anal, threesome, double penetration, multiple orgasms, tit slapping, rimming, oral (both m and f receiving), throat fucking, multiple positions.

Soap and Gaz sharing you. At first it started out with just a friends with benefits situation with Gaz. A way for him to unwind after returning from deployment. He's fucked you ten ways to Sunday. Couch, counter, your bed, his bed, the shower, the fucking floor. If it's a flat surface, you've probably been fucked there.

And it's not like he's just taking. He gives, hell you're half convinced he gets off more to eating your ass then he does to any other kind of foreplay. You'd be fully convinced if he didn't loose some of his precious control and ends up lightly throat fucking you each time you give him a blow job.

He's had you screaming his name often and loud, he has scratches down his back and arms from making you tumble off the edge into another orgasm as his hips slam into yours. He's sweaty and panting, you're on the verge of passing out from sheer bliss yet you both know the night is far from over. He'll take you in missionary first, cowgirl next so he can grope at your breasts while you bounce on his cock. Then he'll have your face shoved into a pillow with your ass up high as he pounds your ass. You'll both go to the shower and it would take a miracle to keep him from getting on his knees to "clean you up proper dove".

Now how did Soap get involved? Well Soap was complaining about having trouble finding a new fwb after his last broke things off for a stable relationship. And who would Gaz be if he didn't offer his pretty little toy up? You've discussed a threesome with Gaz before, told him it was on the table. To just let you know when it would happen. So he texted you that a mate of his had some steam to blow off.

God, did Soap have some steam to blow off. Your hips had bruises the shapes of his fingers, your voice was hoarse from when he fucked your face. Groaning and throwing his head back as his hips bucked while you gagged and spit dripped down your chin. Gaz watched from his spot, lazily fisting his cock while he watched Soap utterly destroy your pussy and throat.

"God what a fuckin' whore." Soap growled as tears ran down your face and you looked up at him. "Takin' my cock down yer throat like it's yer job."

Gaz pulled you into his lap, spreading your legs open with his own to keep them open. "Clean her up mate. Not nice to leave her like this." Tears rolled down your cheeks as Soap ate you out like a starved beast. Constantly teasing and sucking on your clit between shoving his tongue into your soaked and ruined cunt. Gaz kept him there by gripping his mohawk, telling him to get it nice and ready for him. You nearly sobbed when you heard that.

He had you face down and ass up when Soap finally cleaned you up to his liking, your cheek rested on Soaps inner thigh as Gaz plowed your pussy first. Your nails dug into Soaps thighs as you moaned and screamed. Orgasm after orgasm pulled from you until you could not form a word, slurring their names. "Kyle- mph- Kyle Kyle Kyle- fuck."

You thought you were hallucinating when Gaz bent over you and pulled Soap into a sloppy kiss. When you finally tapped out after Gaz filled your pussy once and ass twice, you watched with blurry eyes as Soap whined and moaned while Gaz rimmed him. The ache between your legs growing little by little as you watched Soap and Gaz absolutely ruin each other. "Kyle! Oh fuck!" Soap whined as he fisted the sheets.

To be honest, you weren't sure how you ended up sandwiched between the two sweaty men as Soap fucked your ass in rhythm with Gaz who took your pussy. There was hardly a shortage of degrading or praise from either of them.

"Good whore." Soap growled as Gaz whispered "Pretty dove, taking us so well."

Soap developed a fascination with your tits and watching them bounce and redden with each slap to them.

By the end of the night, you had Soaps number in your phone and you were tucked into bed, thoroughly worn out. Soap and Gaz barely made it back to their flat before passing out themselves.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Friends with Benefits (Melissa Schemmenti x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Barbra finds out that you and Melissa have been getting up to some after hours activities

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of smut

AN: Just a little thing for @maybe-a-humanbean after 3x08. A nice 'what if' if you will.

You lent over to Melissa, standing in the dimly lit room full of cpr dummies. Pitching your voice low so it would not carry to the other people around you, you whispered in her ear.

“How about you practice on me, give me some mouth to mouth attention.”

She turned her eyes on you, lips pressed together to keep in a grin, eyes sparkling at you with unspoken mirth.

“Stop it,” she whispered back.

“I can certainly think of something that would block my airways,” you said.

“You’re pushing it,” she warned you.

“You’re worth the choking hazard,” you murmured.

She hit your shoulder but you could see the flush on her cheeks in the dim light, practically glowing at your words. You grinned at her, loving when you could fluster her. She turned away from you, doing her best to listen to the fire chief. Ignoring him, you brushed your fingertips along the back of her hand, before moving over to Jacob’s workstation.

“You’re not working with Melissa?” he asked.

“I figure Barbra needs some Mel time,” you replied with a small shrug, “I’ve taken up more than my fair share.”

“You have been spending a lot of time together,” the woman in question said, leaning around Melissa to speak to you.

“Too much, some might say,” Jacob muttered under his breath.

You shot him a look, trying to tell him to shut up. His eyes were averted and you were sure he hadn’t gotten the message.

“You went out for drinks on Friday night, you went to that cute little farmers market on Sunday, and didn’t you say you were going to try out that new restaurant down town together?” Barbra asked Melissa.

“Why bother when you can just finish my box of cereal in the morning?” Jacob said.

“I told you I was going to replace that,” you snapped at him, not needing to start that argument again.

“You ate breakfast with Melissa and Jacob this morning?” she asked you before Melissa could answer any of her previous questions.

“She was certainly eating something this morning,” Jacob muttered. Clearly he was still sulking.

“No need to be crass,” you admonished.

“Are you seeing each other?” Barb asked, still not having had any of her questions answered.

“No,” you said at the same time as she said, “of course not.”

“What do you mean of course not?” you asked her, “it’s not a crazy question to ask given the context.”

She scoffed.

“You don’t want to be tied down to an old woman like me,” she said.

“What?” Your voice was sharp.

“So you’re not seeing one another?” Barb asked.

“They’re hooking up,” Jacob said.

The gasp from Janine was not appreciated, both of you shooting her a look. She looked hurt, as if the two of you had betrayed her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Barb asked, also sounding hurt.

“Because there’s nothing to tell,” Mel said, exasperated with the whole thing.

You sighed, staring down at the dummy on the table. The thought that Mel found the possibility of the two of you dating so unbelievable was surprisingly hurtful. And not in the way you were expecting. She thought she was the part of the equation letting the side down, not that she didn’t want you. It was her own insecurities, not about what she wanted.

The conversation stalled as Captain Robinson tried to continue with the course but you could feel the heat from your right. Janine had come and gone and you were doing your best to compress the chest beneath your hands. Jacob was purposefully avoiding making eye contact with Robinson’s helper and Mel was avoiding making eye contact with you.

“Are you seriously mad?” Mel asked Barbra the moment there was a break in proceedings to do so.

“Why would I be mad? It’s not as if my friends have been keep their courtship a secret from me,” Barb snapped.

“Courtship?” you asked.

“This ain’t Bridgerton. It’s casual,” Mel protested.

“Casual what? It’s not casual friends because she and I are casual friends and we don’t share breakfast,” she said.

“It’s not casual anything. It’s just sex. Friends with benefits,” Mel said.

You wanted to argue with that but you couldn’t. That was the arrangement. Nothing serious, just sex between two friends who found the other hot. Because she wasn’t interested in more.

Maybe.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” Barb asked, finally turning on you.

“We didn’t think you’d understand,” you said, “I mean, come on, Barb, you’re quite… traditional. And this is… not.”

“I can understand new fangled dating. You talked to me about Gary,” she said, rounding back on Mel.

“Yes, because that was a real relationship you would approve of,” she replied.

“And we’re not dating,” you supplied.

You were beyond caring about the other people in the course. Janine was popping in and out with the kind of frantic energy you hadn’t missed around Abbott. Jacob was dealing with his own hookup drama. You just wanted to take Mel off somewhere and drown in her to forget the argument.

“Sorry for assuming you wouldn’t understand,” Mel said, but you could hear an undercurrent of sarcasm in her voice.

“Thank you.” You weren’t sure Barb had completely grasped the sarcasm.

The going on between Janine, Jacob, and the handsome EM came to the forefront of the moment. You ignored that, your fingertips gently tapping against the pulse point in Mel’s wrist. Familiar green eyes turned to you, eyebrow quirking in question. You nodded to a point in the room, slightly further away from the others.

“What?” she asked with an undertone of exasperation. You couldn’t tell if it was aimed at you or one of the others.

“Do you really think I think you’re too old for me?” you asked. It had really been playing on your mind since she’d said it.

“Hon, it’s okay. I know where we stand. You’re so much younger than me,” she said, giving you one of those looks that said you were being an idiot.

“So? Mel, you’re gorgeous, you’re fucking sexy, and you’re a wonderful person. I would be lucky to be in a relationship with you, younger or not,” you replied, “you’re not too old for someone like me. You’re wonderful just the way you are.”

“Hon,” she breathed but you could see the flush on her cheek and the smoulder in her eye.

You weren’t often given over to saying sentimental things to her. Nothing beyond what would be considered platonic, if verging into grossly flirtatious. You tucked some of her hair behind her ear, lingering on her jaw for a moment.

“Just thought you should know,” you said, keeping your voice quiet so it would remain between the two of you.

You left her to her thoughts, rejoining your friends. Barb looked over at you, and you sighed.

“I really am sorry we didn’t tell you. Your opinion matters to me so much I just didn’t want you to think badly about me,” you said.

“You’re an adult, you can make your own life choices. If you’re happy, then girl, I’m not going to tell you off like you’re one of my students. As long as you are happy,” she said.

“I am for now,” you replied, not willing to go into a lot of the minutiae of the situation.

“Then I’m happy for you,” she said.

Her arm curled around your shoulders in the comforting way you’d grown accustomed to. In your peripheral vision, you saw Mel sidle back up to the group on Barb’s other side. Her fiery hair shone in the warm light and you felt your breath catch.

“Are you coming to get a drink with us?” Barb asked you.

“Really?” you asked.

“Sure, hon. Wouldn’t be the same without you,” Mel said, glancing over at you.

You grinned at her, leaning into Barb’s embrace more. Yeah, you were happy enough with what you had, because what you had was pretty damn great.

[anomaly-hivemind]

Whose Better ☆ Gang orca x Reader x Shishido | Kinktober Day 18

Summary: It had all started over a simple joke you had said absentmindedly.

Word Count: 1081

Tags: spitroasting, large cock, roughsex, non-human genitalia, rivals with benefits,

It had all started over a simple joke you had said absentmindedly, and now the two heroes were fighting each other like they tend to already do, but now there was an added match you had thrown into the fires of their rivalry.   This is how you ended up in this oversized bed, stripped of your clothes and sandwiched between the pro heroes.  

"It's not like you get with many women anyway," Shishido said while holding your hips and grinding into you a little. Whether it was intentional or not, you can’t tell them again. You don’t mind the feeling. 

"I can actually satisfy women the first time around, but you can't say the same. "  Sakamata said he was holding one of your legs open; you look over to him before talking. 

“You must be around each other a LOT to know these things so well.” You muttered to yourself more than you did to them because neither of them was listening to you.

Couldn't help but think or at least assume that these two had some kind of relationship beyond just their rivalry.  The comments and verbal jabs to each seem too personal, too intimate, and a bit private. You wouldn't even be surprised if these two have done countless other things besides fight and bicker behind closed doors. Their tension goes beyond whose better than you were certain.  You were merely an outlet that they intended to use in the current situation. 

Another thing that you didn’t mind about this whole situation was  They were both rather entertaining, and the way they sandwiched your naked body kept you nice and warm as well.   

“I've never seen you remotely have a partner” Shishido gives Sakamata a shit-eating grin and pulls you back onto him. Your body is tilted to that unbalanced angle. 

“ Obviously, I wouldn't be flaunting them around public spaces for their safety, use your head”  Gangorca scolded him as if he had been tried by a toddler.

“He does have a point,” You murmured, but this time, your comment did catch their attention.

“Whose side are you on!” shishido moves back, and you get ready to fall backward onto the bed.

“Obviously, the one common sense.”  Sakamata catches you and holds you against his exposed chest, his large hands holding on to you firmly. Where did his shirt go? You don't know…

“That's supposed to be you.”  Shishido yanks you from Sakamata, and you let out a dry ow as you get jostled back and forth

“Do you really want me to answer that…” You've got a little dizzy from  being somewhat aggressively shaken between the two men.

“Fuck…me” You huff, and the shaking of your body stops, and with that, your dizziness with it.

“That's a good idea. Then we can prove who's really the better one.” Shishido started to strip out of his clothes to become as naked as you are.

“Wait, what?” You didn't actually process what he said, and you're not too sure if you understood him correctly. What are they doing?

“This is one way to prove things.” Sakamata takes off his pants and undergarments. Are you really about to witness a literal dick-measuring contest?  You were watching the two as they had left you sitting on the bed so they could compare sizes. It was completely ridiculous. 

“You know that isn't going to prove much of anything right. Especially if your goal is to please women.”  They both seem to think about your words for a short moment.

“Guess you'll be what proves who's better,” they kind of said in a messy version of unison as they walked towards you with a new look at determination, hunger and desire.

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“Yeah, this will show you who the best really is,” Shishido groaned as he thrusted into your mouth. Your head rested on his raised leg as he fucked your mouth at an angle.  He gave you little time to adjust before he was roughly pushing into your mouth.  Not that you were complaining,

“We’ll see about that” Sakamata held your hip as his thick but slim cock filled you up before being pulled all the way out of you.

  You were on cloud nine, if not a bit overwhelmed. Once you get used to the completely different rhythms pounding into you, they will switch something up.  They both pull away from you and flip you on your back, Sakamata crossing your legs over your stomach an fucking into your lifted cunt. With Shishido slapping his dick on top of your face before jerking on top of you. You look up and feel the need to stir the pot.

“Who's better at kissing?” You smirk and move, quickly taking Shishido back into the depths of your mouth.  

“How the hell are we supposed to do that when you're sucking dick?!” Shishido let out a cursed moan, feeling your mouth wrapped around his length.

“She wants us to decide that, obviously.”  He rams his hips into you before grabbing the other man's shoulder.

“I'll show you!” They moved closer together, which only moved them deeper into you from opposite ends.

Before you knew it, when you looked back up after being lost in your own head, you saw the two rivals locking lips. As they pushed your body back and forth, Sakamata and Shishido’s tongues twirled around each other. The kiss was passionate and heated, the kind that certainly led to third base if you ignored the fact that you all were already there. 

When they pulled apart, a string of saliva connected their lips, and you could hear their low growls. They exchanged words, each claiming that each one was the better kisser before that went back in for another, seemingly needing more judgment.

Just when you were about to come, they pulled out and jerked above you. Your hands traveled down to your cunt, teasing and circling it until your legs tensed and shook, and you released the waves of ecstasy upon yourself. A wanton moan escaped your mouth. You could hear their moans above you as pleasure coursed through your being. Warm spurts on cum decorated your body as the two pros worked out their semen above you.

After the three of you caught your breath, the two pros looked down at you expectantly, waiting for any answer to the question that had slipped your mind for a moment.

“Would you guys be mad if I said it was a tie?”

[arandomao3user]

. . .

I have to admit something.

I don't get the appeal of Best Friends to Lovers, yes I am a die hard TimBern shipper, but that's less best friends to lovers considering they weren't ever BEST friends but also because Bernard and Tim met up after a long period of time and didn't really KNOW each other anymore. They changed as people into better people since their high schools days, they had a falling out, Tim also benefits more from a civilian relationship rather than another vigilante / hero in my eyes.

Like, no way am I bashing TimKon shippers, I love y'all, I was one, but it never felt right for Tim.

Do I think they had/ have feelings for one another? Hell yeah, they were pining so hard. I absolutely believe Tim was right when he told Bruce that it was hard to figure out he was bisexual with the whole vigilante thing going on, so it's a good chance that Tim never figured it out but did have feelings for Kon, and Kon absolutely had feelings for him. But never at the same time, "to fast, to slow." "To late, to soon." Et cetra, et cetra...

Do I ship TimKon TRAGICALLY? Yes, yes give me angst where they don't work out and don't get a happy ending but end up staying best friends anyways. Let me have Kon watching Tim and Bernard from the distance, listening to the way Tim's heart swells or beats faster in a way it never did with him. Let me have Tim who is happy with Bernard, but recalls moments with Kon where he thinks "Oh, that was gay." and it leaves him feeling bittersweet, because on one hand he's so happy with Bernard and is so glad HE was the one to make Tim realize he was bi. But, also, sometimes he wishes he would've kissed Kon, just once, known what his arms felt like if their hugs lasted just a moment longer, what his hand would feel like in his own... He doesn't regret a thing, he is so, so happy with Bernard, but sometimes he catches his thoughts slipping to the what-if's. Give me Kon who listens in on Tim and Bernard's dates, who purposefully avoids seeing them being intimate with hugs or kisses, because he's happy for Tim, he doesn't wanna be with Tim anymore, he doesn't! It's just that if he ever had the chance? He kinda would, and he doesn't know how bad a friend that makes him.

Give me Kon "Did you have everything you wanted?" Almost." El.

Give me Tim "In another life" Drake.

Give me Tim and Bernard, but don't dare forget to give me that TimKon that NEVER HAPPENED but it was there, maybe even haunting the narrative, because Tim and Kon wouldn't have lasted, in my eyes.

Tim needed to find himself outside Robin, know who Tim Drake was, move past grief, and to do all that he had to find himself outside Robin and all Kon knew for so long WAS Robin. Bernard helped Tim realize who Tim Drake was because that's who Bernard met and knew, there was no expectations, there was no knowledge, and maybe? Maybe Tim just liked that a tiny, tiny bit. He was independent, he was strong, everyone knew he could solve the case, win the fight, make the plan. Bernard though? His expectations were for Tim Drake, what Tim Drake was capable of, and for once maybe that was nice for Tim. Maybe just once.

So, perhaps he crushed on Kon-El, he definitely did, without realizing it. And Bernard was not his first love as Robin, maybe not even as Tim Drake, but as the person Tim found alongside his old high school friend? Yeah, that was his first love.

So, I love TimKon in the tragedy that it is, and perhaps in every other universe they wound up together, maybe they lasted, made it work, did it... But that's not a world this Tim knows, and he's okay with that, because he's in love with Bernard Dowd, and wouldn't change a thing.

Kon is happy and supportive of his best friend, but he listens in sometimes, he wishes it were him, wishes so badly at times that he just had a chance. But, what's done is done, and it's worth it to see Tim happy.

... Anyways this was brought to you by my second cup of coffee, chronic exhaustion, and shoulder pain :D

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING CONVERSATIONAL !!! CARLOS S. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: just two good friends having deep conversation… or just simply a heated conversation over a call.

💌 re:moony's planner request: "hi, can you write phone sex with carlos sainz?."

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, phone sex, dom!carlos x brat-ish!reader), masturbation (m and f), dirty talking, degrading + dumbification, friends with benefits type beat (with a hint of yearning), squirting, brief mentions of orgasm denial, extremely filthy i did not write this i promise.

note: my demons won today pls be proud of them. enjoy xx (also! please don't hesitate to give me your opinion or talk to me!!!)

ps: i’ve also been spending my time on character ai too much and i just subconsciously thought of being in a poly relationship with fernando and lewis… anyway… enjoy

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she didn’t know what drove her to call him in the middle of the night. they were nothing but friends, after all. 

friends don’t usually call to check in… let alone to get off as if they hadn’t placed their labels below the expected standard (everyone could have sworn that they were dating; they both laughed at the thought while continuing to (eye) fuck each other.) 

so she had no clue why she was willing to submit to him no matter how far he was. she was willing to listen to every single thing he’d tell her.

did she want the orgasm or the attention? she wasn’t sure— but either of the reasons had something to do with him, and it was becoming worse for her yearning as she cursed beneath her breath. today had been the worst of all days for hers

she huffed quietly and got comfortable under her covers, but her exhaustion left soon enough that she became more frustrated and agitated. her frustration left her with the stupid idea of calling him. 

carlos sainz picked up at the second ring and she could practically hear his smirk through his voice as he greeted her, “shouldn’t it be past your bedtime now, bonita?” 

she rolled her eyes, “shouldn’t it be past yours?” she didn’t even think to say hi to him, instead she snarked back at him with the same amount of playfulness in her tone.

“no,” carlos hummed as he spoke with his usual deep tone, “in the hotel though. we just finished our media day duties.”

“nice,” she muttered, his voice sending signals straight to her brain as her legs involuntarily closed.

it was as if he knew what she wanted at this moment as carlos chuckled quietly, “i could get into details about what i’ve done today, but i don’t think you’re that interested in listening.”

she snapped out of her thoughts as she replied monotonously, “i’m a good listener. good friends come with good listening ears.” even carlos knew that she was lying. 

“uh huh,” carlos said as he held his phone closer. “and this good friend knows a lot about you.” 

“that right?” she taunted, feeling the tension between them rising no matter how far apart they were from each other. “what do you know then, good friend?” 

carlos scoffed, his domineering attitude getting the best of him as he smirked, “you’re getting too mouthy, princesa.” 

he nearly laughed at the sound of fabrics rustling from her side of the call, knowing that she was squirming in anticipation already. he could imagine her heart beating fast, waiting for him to make the next move as her face feigned innocence.

carlos always had the upper hand and they both knew that. they both knew who was in control and she was in no place to oppose. 

“you’re acting like this because you are so frustrated,” carlos deduced with a tut, “you’re talking back like you’d be able to handle the consequences of your attitude.”

her free hand had snaked down her nightdress as she felt her bare mound becoming more damp as she proceeded to push his buttons. she replied back, “maybe i’m just projecting my frustration onto you, carlos.”

“by acting like a brat?” carlos’ voice became more stern as he spoke lowly, “you know that begging is the best way to do that, bonita. if you wanted to release it, you should’ve asked nicer— you shouldn’t be touching yourself without permission like a fucking brat. take that pathetic hand off your pussy, princesa, i’m warning you now.” 

like an instinct, she immediately pulled her hand away from her wet cunt. she didn’t even realize that he picked up on it until she found herself writhing while she subconsciously toyed with her clit at the sound of him. 

carlos chuckled with a demeaning and teasing tone, “see? you do listen then. and i thought i’d have to deny you orgasms when i get back.” 

“carlos,” she whimpered, rubbing her thighs for friction as she listened to him laugh aloud. 

“oh, no no, bonita, you don’t get to ‘carlos’ me,” he replied with a mocking tone. “you don’t get to see me right now, bebe.”

“but i want to see you,” her lips trembled, her mind shifting away from reality to her submissive state. she continued, “i wanna see you touch yourself and your cock.”

“how badly?” he murmured sweetly. 

“so bad,” she mumbled through her phone, her pleading tone making carlos’ cock twitch as he continued to stroke himself slowly. 

carlos knew that he was torturing himself with the teasing, but he couldn’t find himself to stop as his sweet tone turned to a mocking one as he replied, “too bad.” 

he settled himself on his hotel bed as he spat on his palm and stroked his cock. he then instructed her, “go on then.” 

she seemed so lost as she asked, “what?”

carlos laughed haughtily, “don’t tell me you’re already dumb just thinking about getting your pussy fucked with my cock, princesa?” he then clicked his tongue, “touch yourself. i wanna hear you cum.” 

she wasn’t even sure anymore. she was just eager to please him and herself, her fingers gathering the wetness that oozed out of her cunt before she pressed down on her clit and moved them in circular motions. 

she bit her lip as she sighed, making carlos demand, “i wanna fucking hear you.” 

she elicited a whiny sigh as she continued to torture herself slowly. she told him, “i’m so wet.” 

“i can hear, baby,” carlos crooned, his own hand moving up and down his length before his thumb rubbed his thick tip. “i can hear your pretty pussy perfectly well.” 

“those noises that you make are making my cock throb really hard, bebe,” he muttered, earning a whimper of ‘fuck’ from the other side of the call as carlos continued, “they make me want to fly back and fuck you until you’re shaking and sore.” 

“mmm…” she cried out, feeling her hips rising to meet her rubbing fingers halfway through. “…fuck!” 

“your pussy— fuck, princesa,” carlos cursed, “it makes me want to see how fucking wet you will be the next time i fuck you everywhere in your place.”

carlos’ hand increased its pace as her breathing became rapid. carlos growled, “i want to hear you in person- i want to hear you screaming for my name because you’re a pathetic slut who’s desperate to cum all over my cock.” 

“o- oh, fuck,” she sobbed, “can i please fuck myself with my fingers? please, carlos?” she knew that she couldn’t risk not asking him to cum all over her own fingers. she was so lost that she needed his guide. 

carlos permitted her, “go on. put those two fingers inside of you, bonita. i want you to fuck yourself fast.” 

she immediately obliged, her middle and ring fingers scissoring inside her cunt as she wailed in pleasure. her fingers curled up against the sensitive spot inside of her as she uttered, “ah~ fuck~!” 

“it feels good, bonita?” carlos asked huskily as his breathing rapidly increased, stroking himself at the sounds that her squelching cunt made as she fucked herself at a pace that he wanted her to be. 

“mhm,” she nodded, not even realizing that he wasn’t there. “so good, ‘los. fuck.” 

“it’s not as good as mine, bebe,” he growled lowly, “when i get back i’m gonna be fucking that pussy of yours with something more bigger. gonna make sure you cum all over my mouth, my fingers and my cock— gonna make sure your bed’s all filthy from the mess that i’ll make of you.”

“car— los! fuck, i’m cumming,” she babbled as she pleaded, “can i please cum, carlos? please?”

“fuck, i’m cumming too, bonita,” he let out a deep groan as he demanded firmly, “cum all over your fingers, princesa. fucking cum.” 

she let out a high pitched whine, fucking herself through her orgasm as liquid trickled out of her pussy. her sheets were covered with her cum as her body shook before easing off. 

carlos came all over his stomach, groaning aloud as cum shot out of his cock.

both of them breathed heavily and rapidly, falling into silence as they gathered their thoughts and breathing. 

carlos then reached for his phone and asked, “you still there?”

“yuh huh,” she mumbled, laughing to herself before she said, “never came this much over the phone before. watching porn never worked this much either.” 

carlos chuckled, cleaning himself up as he spoke, “what can i say? i’m a miracle worker.” 

she scoffed playfully, “yeah right. okay.” 

perhaps there was a real reason why she called him in the first place. she just needed to see it for herself before realizing it. 

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The Only One

Friends with benefits!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary: Eddie is all sweaty and in need of a shower after playing around all afternoon with Dustin and Steve, you offer to join him on that shower.

warnings: SMUT +18, oral (f and m), fingering, p i v, lots of dirty talk, lots of cum play, just pure filth really. (lmk if I missed anything)

1.9k words. masterlist

It was a sunny day, mid-July, the kids were on vacation.

And this was noticeable since they were calling every. single. day. to hang out together.

Calling you, Eddie, Nancy, Robin, Steve, Gareth, Jeff, anyone really. Someone would have to agree eventually!

Luckily for them, most of you agreed today. It was a really nice day outside.

The boys started to play and run around each other, as if they were 5— Steve and Eddie included —until the sun started to set, and you and the girls couldn’t sunbathe any longer.

You weren’t even wearing bathing suits, but the boys started to play like kids, so you just laid on the cut grass to chatand sunbathe.

“Shit, it’s hot today!” Steve complained as they all came back to where you were sitting.

“It’s not hot really, you’ve just spent the whole day running” Robin corrected him.

“Well, either way, I’m all sweaty now” he said as he walked right to where Robin was to give her a hug, just to annoy her.

“Get away from me! You disgusting dingus!”

“Fuck, I need a shower, I’m all sweaty too now” Eddie complained and he took off his shirt and he threw it at you just to bother you.

“This is not grossing me out, if that was your intended result” you warned him. The truth was, it was doing the exact opposite. Seeing Eddie heavy breathing, cheeks flustered from how hot he was, all sweaty, making his tattoos shine. Yeah, this was very very far from disgusting.

“Oh, it’s not? What is it causing then?” he asked with a daring tone.

“Quite the opposite actually” you said, walking towards him putting your hands on his arms, stroking him.

“Oh yeah?” he asked on a low tone only for you to listen.

“Yeah… actually, why don’t you let me join you in that shower?”

“Really?” he asked with a smirk.

“If you’d like”

“Oh sweetheart, it would be my pleasure”

And since you were on the woods next to the trailer park Eddie lived in, you didn’t have to wait much to get to that shower. You just said goodbye to everyone who kind of imagined why you were going with him.

They all pretty much knew about you situation with Eddie, this friends with benefits kind of deal. Well, obviously you didn’t tell the kids, but they figured out eventually that you two were more than friendly. Steve with Robin and Mike with Lucas and Dustin, all had bet that you two would end up together eventually.

As you two got to the bathroom, clothes started to come off. Your shirt and bra, sandals, shorts, panties. Same with Eddie’s clothes, all between heated kisses and caresses.

Eddie turned the water on and got in the shower first. Cold water getting warmer once it got to hit his skin, wetting his hair, taking all of his little drops of sweat with it.

You followed him, softly pushing him against the wall to also start to get wet. You kissed him, hands going straight to his hair, his went straight to your hips, pulling you even closer.

As you keep making out, your hands lower to his chest, to his belly, and his v-line, caressing him sensually. His hands grab your ass, squeezing it, silently asking you to keep lowering your own hands. But you pull away from him.

“Time to get you soaped up now” you say as you grab the slippery bar and start to slowly run it through his chest. You continue with just your hands, stroking his arms, his belly, and this time you actually do lower your hands more, you grab his cock and massage it, the soap making it easier. Eddie exhales out throwing his head back against the wall too. You stroke him until you feel all the soap has run off with the water, and then you get on your knees.

You kiss his cock, lick it and stroke it until you’ve had your fun messing with him. That’s when you put your lips around it, going up and down with your head.

“F-fuck yeah” Eddie moans and you feel one of his hands on your head, following your movements. “Just like that baby, your mouth feels so good”

You hallow your cheeks and stroke with a hand what you can’t reach with your mouth.

“Mphm” he moans again biting his lips. Your eyes looking up at him. If you thought he looked hot before at the woods, it’s cause you had forgotten how fucking hot he looked getting head: his head thrown back against the wall, eyes closed shut, heavy breathing, biting his lower lip but still letting small whimpers out.

“God baby, it feels so good” he moans and he opens his eyes to look down at you, only turning him up more, if that was even possible. Getting him closer to cum.

And that’s when you stop. You pull away and stand back up. Eddie understands what you mean, you want him to fuck you. But he wanted to play with you a little bit.

He grabs you and pushes you against the wall this time. He grabs the soap and rubs it slowly on your arms first, then your chest. He leaves the bar of soap to continue with his hands. He massages your breasts, pinching you nipples a bit to make you gasp, lowers to soap up your belly and he finally reaches where you need him the most. You feel two of his fingers touch your cunt, spreading your lips.

“You’re so wet, just from having my dick in your mouth baby?” he teases.

His fingers focus their pressure on your clit, rubbing it slowly, causing your body to send shivers down your spine.

He smirks watching you take the pleasure he’s causing you. He kisses your neck and with his other hand he squeezes and pinches your breast.

As he feels you getting closer and closer to your orgasm, he gets on his knees in front of you, puts one of your legs over his shoulder and quickly attaches his mouth to your clit, liking and sucking on it until you finally reach your high.

“Eddieee! Yes yes yes yes” you moan pulling on his hair and arching your back.

“Turn around, sweetheart” he says after getting up, leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck. “Ready?”

“Yes Eddie, please” you assure him once you’re facing the wall, hands on it, arching your back and turning your head to your side to see him. You feel the head of his dick through your folds, getting it wet with your arousal, to finally push it inside slowly, just to tease you a bit more.

“Oh sweetheart, you always feel so good around me, squeezing my cock” He praises you, grabbing your hips so hard probably leaving marks, moving faster now, harder.

“Fuck, Eddie” you can’t help but moan, trying to grab onto something but all your hands meet are the tiles on the bathroom wall. “God Eds! This feels so good- you always make me feel so good!”

“Yeah? You like how I make you feel, baby?”

“I love it!”

“Such a good girl, are you my good girl? Only mine, aren’t you?” he asks possessively.

“Yes! Only yours”

“Exactly, you’re my favorite girl, only one I want to be with” he praised you, not even realizing what he was saying. He just said what he felt and then this would be future Eddie’s problem to face.

But oh was this working for you. All his praising put you more into a headspace where all you could think of was Eddie.

Eddie.

Eddie.

Eddie.

He realized this. He could feel you clenching around him, getting even wetter and making him move faster inside you because of this.

Your back arched like a cat, mouth opened into an O shape, eyes closed shut, clenching your fists so tightly that your fingernails split your skin open. But you didn’t feel the pain, didn’t even realized. All you felt was pleasure.

Eddie started stroking your clit to make the matters worse. And you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m gonna cum, please let me cum!” you begged.

“Oh you wanna cum? Am I making you that good? Show me baby, show me how good I make you feel? Cum for me”

And this was like a praise for him. Feeling you come undone around him, thanks to him. Listening to you screaming his name, screaming for him. Boosted his ego and his confidence and somehow it made him even more into you, more, more and more every time he made you feel this good.

He was holding you so tightly, one hand grabbing your hip and the other squeezing one of your breasts. Cock moving into you so good, squeezing him just right. He looked down to see where you two joined, seeing himself covered in your arousal and your cum. He felt like he was in heaven.

He couldn’t help but start moaning you name as well as cursing for how good you were making him feel.

“I’m almost there baby, I’m gonna cum for you”

“Mmh yes, Eddieee”

And he finally collapsed. You felt him filling you up.

You stayed a few minutes quietly like that. Eddie holding you close. Both calming down until you could breathe properly again.

He pulled out, and as soon as he did, he saw his cum running down on your thighs. And scratch what he thought before, this was heaven for him.  

He got on his knees and ran his tongue over your slit collecting your juices, tasting you two together.

This felt so dirty and so good. He started eating you out again and you used all the strength you had left to keep moaning, face against the wall but you felt so sensitive that he was able to make you feel good one last time for that night.

You finished showering- or… well, started actually showering now. He helped you out and wrapped you around a towel, then himself. You brushed each other’s hair, and got dressed.

“That was… just- perfect” you found the words to describe it once you laid on the couch, he suggested you stayed and watch a movie with him, and you couldn’t say no.

“It really was,” he said with a smile on his face “and I meant what I said, you are the only one I want to be with” he finished a little nervously.

“Really?” you asked with a smile and he nodded. “I feel the same, Eddie”

“Sweetheart, this friends with benefits thing was great, amazing actually. But I want to be more than that, you mean more than that to me” he confessed.

“Eds, I like you so much more than that” You told him and kissed him softly.

“Would you be my girlfriend? Please?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, I will” you returned the smile and kissed him again.

And let’s just say that now Robin and Mike were $20 poorer, and Steve, Lucas and Dustin $20 richer.

[ssentimentals]

seventeen members as love tropes: jun

arranged marriage

'i looked into your eyes and wished all of this was true'

very few things can faze wen junhui - blank stares and emotionless facial expressions are on top of the things he mastered since childhood, because not letting anyone know what you're feeling proved to be an effective tactic in his family. which, he guesses, says a lot about his family but junhui is not someone who gnaws on the fate. it what it is, he's too self-aware of how many people would kill to be in his position to ever feel sorry for himself. but right now? when he stares at the name of his future wife neatly written next to his in a marriage contract? he thinks he's allowed to feel just a tad bit sorry.

'she's a lovely girl,' he hears his mother say. he then listens to multiple benefits this marriage is going to bring to both participants and while junhui is loyal and will never betray his family or the role they gave him in their business world, bitter taste in his mouth doesn't go away. he kind of wants to throw up or break something, but all he manages is a short: 'understood' and a curt nod to his driver, signaling him that they should go.

he meets you for the first time one week later and turns out that you are a lovely girl. obviously not thrilled at the idea of marrying someone your parents picked for you, but at least you're too polite and nice to lash it all out on junhui. he lets himself relax and open up a little, which then turns to a lot because there's something about you that makes him feel.. safe. secure. like he can actually say what he really thinks, talk about his feelings. it's equally freeing and scary.

'this doesn't have to become a nightmare for both of us,' you say quietly, looking up at him with serious eyes. 'we are both mature adults, we can work this out, right?'

junhui absentmindedly thinks that he hasn't seen you smile yet. he has a high suspicion that it suits you much more than this serious look and he suddenly really wants to see it. maybe be even the reason of it? 'i have no intention in making this horrible for you,' he answers sincerely. 'if anything, i'm really sorry that you've been dragged into this mess. i'll try my best to make it work for both of us, i promise.'

and ah, there is your smile. it does suit you way more and it did make junhui feel something funny in his chest. 'we have one week, wen junhui. let's make it count, yeah?'

and make it count you did. jun is nothing short of purposeful and he dedicated all of his planning to making sure this week before official wedding will be perfect. perfect in a way of it just being him and you without any distractions, learning more about each other. he watches you, listens to you, makes an effort to dig deeper and open up himself too and no one is more surprised than jun himself when week later he's actually excited to go and sign the papers.

'one ice latte and cinnabon bun for a beautiful girl with a sweet tooth,' he announces, carefully placing both items on the table in front of you. your eyes light up and light blush dusts your cheek and jun has never been more thankful for his attention to details and good memory. if he can make you smile like that just by doing such simple things, he's fine with doing them for the rest of his life. 'how are you feeling, my future wife? ecstatic?'

'almost fainting from enthusiasm,' you deadpan but smile you give him is real. 'what about you, my future husband? happy beyond belief?'

junhui pauses. answer comes out of his mouth before he can think it through: 'i am, actually.'

he watches your eyes widen at this and atmosphere changes from funny banter to something heavy and serious. and maybe he can take it back, but he doesn't want to. he is happy. god, he's more happy than he's ever been in his life, so excited of the prospect of having all this time to spend with you, to get closer to you, to maybe - just maybe, cause a guy can hope, right? - turn this arranged 'fake' marriage into something real. and it's probably so stupid to think this way, to be this attracted to the person you know for one week only, but he can't help it. you are good, and nice, and thoughtful, and funny, and oh so lovely - junhui is a strong guy, but he's not a robot, he couldn't not fall for you. his mind runs a mile in a second but it all quiets down when you reach out and take his hand in yours. slowly, like you're afraid to spook him, you interlace fingers together, clasping them in a tight lock. junhui stops breathing. could it be that you-?

'i am happy, too.' you say and you're serious and honest, he can feel it. 'i was so against this whole thing at first but then i met you and.. i'm happy, junhui. i'm happy that it's you.'

very few things can faze wen junhui - but you? you are the only one who gets past blank stares and emotionless replies, you get to see the real him and you somehow liked what you saw. just for that junhui is ready to give you the world.

'i promise we will work this out,' jun says, throat surprisingly tight with emotions. 'i promise this will not become a cage or a nightmare for you. i promise it'll grow into something...' beautiful just like you? lovely just like your smile? '..real.'

the smile you gift him is brighter than sun itself. 'something real?' you stand up and get closer to him. 'i'd like that very much, wen junhui.'

very few things can faze wen junhui - but you? his hand shakes when he signs the paper and for the first time ever he feels...hopeful. he takes one look at you and sees you already looking at him with a small smile on your face. with confidence, he reaches out and you meet him halfway, locking your hands together. for some reason, looking into your eyes, junhui is more than sure that this 'real' will work out just perfectly.

a/n: i know everyone is used to me being more poetic but my brain kind of shut down and this is what happened. hope you still liked it, let me know, come say hi! - nini

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