#make your smallest dreams come true

[tempobsessdom]

I finally finished Deathscythe. I've never done this before and I definitely know where the flimsy spots are lol. But my 12 year old self was so so happy the entire time I was assembling her. So cute!

[swytdoll]

nsfw. slight somno.

✮⋆˙caleb always considered himself a true gentleman, taking pride in his manners and his ability to navigate life's complexities. yet, there were times when his polished exterior would slip. like now. the way he gently cradled your body, treating you like a fragile doll, showering soft kisses on your bare skin as you slept, was irresistible to him. you felt so warm and inviting. your soft snores, which might have bothered anyone else, only made him smile.

dark hair spread across the pillow, a few strands brushing against his face, bringing a grin to his lips. he cherished these little quirks about you—the way you curled up into a cozy ball, the way your nose twitched in your dreams. to him, every little detail was another reason to fall in love with you all over again. even after a long night that lasted until dawn peeked through the sheer curtains, he still yearned for more of you. it was only six twenty-five, yet the thought of being wrapped in your warm cunt stirred him awake.

with his calloused hands, he tenderly spread your thighs, his chest pressing warmly against your back as he nestled beside you. he vowed not to disturb your slumber, but a soft, unexpected moan slipped from his lips as he nudged his tip at your entrance. “my god, you’re so perfect.” your sleeping face contorts as he feeds you inch by inch, a familiar wetness allowing him to glide in effortlessly. he lets his eyes fall shut, relishing the feeling of you squeezing his shaft as he bottoms out. instinctively your back arches slightly as he begins to thrust, body naturally reacting to the slow, deep strokes. caleb shudders, pressing sloppy, wet kisses behind your ear as he molds you.

your breath is soft, a barely audible hum filling the quiet room. he sucks in a breath, the sound sending a tingle sensation from the top of his spine to his groin, where he can feel his cock swelling. the dark haired man hand wraps around your throat, holding your chin up as his lips explore the sensitive flesh of your neck. his strokes beginning to speed up, and the slight change in angle makes you stir awake. “ngnh! caleb!?” it’s hard to articulate as your husband pounds into you, his left hand digging into your hip, pulling you back onto his cock, splitting you.

“fuck, m’sorry ah—look so pretty when you sleep. shit, she’s suckin me in!” his voice is a deep, a rumbling whisper as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning against your cheek. the hand around your throat moves to the space between your breasts, keeping you pressed firmly against his body. the slick squelch of him pistoning into you filling the room like a melody, the bed shaking from his force.

he’s completely pussy drunk.

you can feel the way his muscles tense and flex with every thrust, his breathing labored. you love this side of him. it was a rare treat to see the normally composed, cool-headed man completely come undone. you feel his hand slide down from your breast, slender fingers splayed across your lower abdomen. “gah! feel me here?” his palm rests just below your navel, applying the smallest amount of pressure.

“y-yes, oh god!” it’s almost too much to take. caleb’s fat, pulsating cock stretching your walls, the mushroom tip nudging at your cervix. the lewd sounds of his dick gliding in and out of your cunt, his heavy balls slapping against your ass echoing through the room. his hand on your belly caresses the place he’s currently invading, making your head spin.

you’re a heap, moans coming out as strangled cries. his name spills from your lips, over and over like a broken record. your legs shaking as the knot in your stomach tightens, the telltale signs of your orgasm fast approach. caleb notices, of course, he notices everything.

his pace slows as his fingers find their way to your clit. you jolt, ‘s’okay. just relax.” he hums, rubbing small, firm circles against the swollen bud. “oh my gosh,” you whine, bucking back against him. it’s hard to keep your eyes from rolling back, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth. he groans, biting his lip. teeth sinking into his flesh as his hips pick up the pace again, pounding into you relentlessly. the hand at your clit is unwavering, pinching, flicking, rolling the button drawing out loud moans.

the knot in your belly snaps.

warmth washes over you as your orgasm wrecks your body. white light dancing in the corner of your vision, the intensity of the pleasure sending you reeling. caleb doesn’t stop, both hands now at your hips, pulling you back against him.

he’s close, his thrusts becoming more erratic, needy.

his voice is raspy, barely above a whisper as he mutters your name, followed by a long, drawn-out whine. the warmth of his cum fills you, thrusts slowing to a gentle rocking motion. after a moment, he pulls out, watching with an unbridled hunger as his seed drips from your abused pussy. the sun begins to rise, a faint yellow light streaming through the windows. caleb reaches over to the nightstand, picking up his phone. seven am. setting the phone back down he wraps his arms around you, fingers lightly dancing across your stomach. you find yourself leaning into his embrace, humming as he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“good morning love.”

[miyaz6ki]

kinich refuses to put cake on your face in your wedding day

even before back when you still were just boyfriend, girlfriend, the evening he decided to propose; under a stellar night sky, "look a shooting star! quick, make a wish!" you quickly pointed out to the dark azure stratosphere.

"..."

"..did you wish?"

"yeah."

"well then, what was it!!"

"if i tell it now, it won't come true. isn't that what you said?"

"aww c'mon! i'm curious now!"

the tradition of putting cake onto your partner's face never appealed to him. he thought it was rude. he didn't wanna dirty the face he found the prettiest.

so the best he'd do is the smallest bit of icing on the tip of your nose, then put the rest of it in your mouth and lets you do the same.

he knew tonight was a cold night out as well, and gave you the jacket of his suit.

he knew how long it took to do your makeup, so he didn't wanna ruin it.

the cake tradition i'm taking about here usually refers to how your partner will take care of you, in sickness and in health, but when they smash it, it means they won't. so in the most respectful way possible, he didn't wanna disresepct you!

yeah he did his research, its his partner we're talking about. as much as he is blunt, he's quiet because most of the time he's busy paying attention to your likes.

did you notice how the cake was your favorite? did you notice it was your favorite flowers that he put up at every curtain? did you notice it was mixed with his and your culture when it came to traditions as well?

"you feel any better?" is all he says while watching you admire the scenery from a balcony. the venue was up in a tree, and all you wanted to do was admire what felt like a dream below you.

"can i know what you wished for on that day you proposed to me on?" you look over to your now husband.

"i wished for you to accept my proposal, and spend my life with you."

[4drianaaaa]

can u make a hamzah x reader where they’ve been together since like high school? Reader was with hamzah during freakshow but just never revealed her identity cuz she’s kinda shy abt it and her and hamzah just keep it private online but one day during the pod hamzah slips up abt something to do with her and him and Martin forget to edit it out and the fans figure out he has a gf? 😭

"Keep us a secret..." | Hamzahthefantastic

fem reader + sfw! wrd counter: 1.5k

It was the summer after graduating when you were able to finally hang out with your boyfriend Hamzah. You both grew really close together and he ended up asking you out one random morning on a Friday with a small cute teddy bear and your favorite drink - any energy drink ever.

After all those years you two were glued to each other like crazy. Hamzah ended up taking the streamer/entertainer thing more seriously after a crazy pay check. You on the other hand went to college studying what ever you were studying.

When quarantine happened, it was the worse for him. Ever since you both started dating he's always been clingy. He loved when you were around him. Just your presence gave him an awe. He loved when you would be all over him although he hated to admit it. And so did you. Because the two of you were inseparable.

He began a small streaming idea with some of his friends which gained him hundreds of fans. Although during this time there was so many rumors about his dating life that had to do with members in the small streaming culture and even outside of the group due to him having a lot of girl products in the background, especially during his streams.

Because of this he wanted to take his content creator lifestyle more seriously. He decided to move to Toronto, Canada. Where he also invited you to share a small apartment with him. The relationship was so true you couldn't say no.

Now, you both live under the same roof with two small cats, red and blue. He loved the fact that he was living the life he is with you.

Although there was always, always, speculations about Hamzah being in a relationship It was never you that was targeted which made Hamzah very nonchalant to the constant rumors that surrounded his love life.

He loved the fact that he was able to get home to see you and his two favorite cats in the whole world. He loved waking up every morning seeing you by his side. He also loved the way he was able to have you all to him self. He loved moments like that, he's always dreamed of them especially with you.

Memories with you were engraved deep into his mind. It was the little things he can never forget.

You, Martin, Hamzah, Mandy, and Freddie have all grown very close together. You all liked to spend time in the office thinking of ideas as well as the other people working in the office. This was also because Hamzah always begged you to come with him.

You and Hamzah were in the office by your self's waiting for Martin to arrive. You laid on the couch of the podcast as you saw Hamzah walking towards you with a small digi-cam. You turn and hear a click with a flash as you sat up.

"What was that!" You said clicking your phone off as he plopped beside you showing you pictures he's taken around the office, "Just things to keep around here" he smiled as he pushed his glasses back going through the very random pictures. You looked up at him as he seemed very intrigued to the camera. You hated to admit it but you loved his blonde hair. You noticed the small dark roots pop out which only made you more excited about what it would look like fully grown out. As well as his Glasses. His nose complimented them so well.

"I'm a big fan of this combo here" you said as your finger traced the side of his glasses, He looked up at you with the smallest cheesy smirk he always does. "You like it?" he said cheekily as you nodded, "I love it" you said in a more teasingly voice. His cheeks a faint pink as his hand met the outside of your thigh, "Yeahhh?" he hummed as his lips met yours. You giggled due to him towering on top of you. His hands met all over your waist until you both heard the door shutting.

Your lips parted from each other suddenly as you got up from the couch knowing it was Martin.

"We'll continue this later." Hamzah winked as you rolled your eyes jokingly pushing him off you as you made your way to a seat behind the camera.

"Hey guyss!" Martin wiggled his fingers in the air as he set his laptop down and his backpack. They both set up for the pod as you were practically controlling the camera. Because the fact you were here almost everyday, you slowly were taught how to use their equipment. You were able to record properly, sort of fix technical issues, and open software's to edit.

"Alright babe, ready?" Hamzah asked as he sat beside Martin. You threw your thumbs up as he nodded.

"Hello? Is this thing on?" Hamzah said into the Microphone as he jokingly snorted pushing his glasses up as Martin laughed at his reference.

You laughed behind the camera.

"Dude have they seen you in this Combo here on the pod?" Martin questioned as he pointed out Hamzah's glasses. "No actually they haven't." He looked at the Camera as he noticed your smile.

"Actually I think I was posted up in this exact outfit on Valentines Day!" He laughed as Martin scoffed, "Ah hell nahhh..." he backed up a bit from Hamzah. "Honestly to be fair it actually doesn't look bad. With and without the glasses It suits you man- the blonde." Martin explained as Hamzah nodded. "It's always a little experiment I've been wanting to do. I was just super bored one day." He spoke into the mic, "Actually not even like an Hour ago y/n said she likes what's going on here" he said circling around his face with his finger as he raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah it's not to bad at all" Martin added into the topic as Hamzah rambled about how it was something you were gonna hate.

"And guess what, she ended up LOVING it" He explained as Martin nodded. "Yeah Honestly Mandy didn't really care, plus we told her like months before so yeah.". Cluelessly they name dropped like crazy. It was like if you weren't even there or as if the Camera wasn't even recording.

"And that is it slushies. Make sure to go subscribe to us AND the patreons to have full access to the documentaries and Hamzah's exclusive podcast only on patreon! Okay byee!" Martin and Hamzah both waved at the Camera.

You all decided to order food and chill out in the office. You were sitting on the chair beside Hamzah of course and you skipped through the middle of the episode after they were done name dropping. "I'll finish if you want y/n, I'll continue at home." Martin offered editing the rest of the podcast as you agreed too.

It was as a couple hours later after releasing the new episode of the podcast. You woke up to a bunch of notifications on Hamzah's phone. You sat up from the cozy bed as he was still sound asleep. You reached for his phone and unlocked it, You saw the most jaw dropping message ever.

Martin: They know about Y/n...

Your heart dropped to your feet as you read the message. You didn't wanna wake up your peacefully sleeping boyfriend but it was something he was scared about revealing too.

"Babe! Wake up!" you shook him as he groaned in response as he slightly opened his eyes. You pressed on the messages as he read it with his eyes barely opened. After reading the message his eyes widened like crazy. He quickly got up as he grabbed the phone from you texting Martin back urgently.

"Did I do something?" you said lowly as he placed his hand on your lower back, "No of course not princess, It was Martin or one of our editors...I dunno'". He said calling Martin. He opened his socials to see your Instagram everywhere. He expected this day to come eventually and he was obviously planning on revealing you to his fans but this was the most unplanned way.

You looked over at Hamzah who seemed stress every time his finger swiped down on his phone. He placed his phone down as he took a deep breath.

"Well, I guess your free from being anonymous!" He said in a defeated tone as you looked at him un-amused. "Look I'm sorry if it was too quick baby I'm really sorry." He grabbed your hand as he kissed your hands. "It's okay I just can't believe it!" you said in shock as you felt naked in a way. Later on a ton of people's speculation and rumors became true. Obviously not specifically you but the 'dating since high school' thing was definitely a score in a bunch of people. Since then, you've finally had the liberty to be able to make cute videos with Hamzah, appear in videos, and even be in Mandy's vlogs. It definitely was a relief at the end of the day.

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I hope you guys enjoy! Lowk confident abt this one ;)

[starless-nightz]

Pls do Elphaba and Glinda dating HCs

Elphaba and Glinda dating HCs

note -> I really liked the movie and I will 100% watch the musical and read the book!! I know i'm on a break but I just couldn't help myself!

warnings -> none.

content includes -> fluff, kissing, cuddles, jealousy.

Elphaba Thropp

Elphaba is very ackward around you at the begging of your relationship, she doesn't know what to do most of the time and often follows you like a lovesick puppy. Overtime she would become more comfortable and affectionate with you.

She loves talking with you, whenever its just you listening to her talk your ear off or actively having a conversation with her shes just glad that you two are able to spend time with each other.

Elphaba is very affectionate with you but mostly in private, she likes holding your hand as you two walk to class and kiss your cheek and lips from time to time but she preferes showing her affection for you in your dorms.

She is thankful for you every single day, there aren't many things she has wanted and she was glad that at least one was able to come true.

Elphaba is fiercely protective of you, especially if others mock or criticize you. She knows what it feels like to be ostracized and won’t let you face that alone.

Elphaba loves cuddling with you, especially when shes the small spoon, she just feels so comfortable and relaxed in your arms, like its only the two of you in this crule world.

Glinda Upland

Glinda is very vocal about her love and affection towards you, she loves showing you off to everyone that would listen and would always be talking about you, mentioning you in almost all of the conversations she has with her friends.

She is very open about your relationship and loves being affectionate with you, she will understand and back off if you are uncomfortable with public display of affection.

Glinda loves showering you with grand romantic gestures like extravagant bouquets, surprise dates, and heartfelt speeches about how much she adores you. She’s the type to go all out to make you feel special.

She’s your biggest cheerleader, always encouraging you to chase your dreams and celebrating even your smallest achievements. If you’re feeling down, she’ll do everything in her power to lift your spirits.

Glinda loves spoiling you. She’ll plan spa days, buy you beautiful clothes, or cook your favorite meals (even if it means enlisting someone else to help).

She is naturally charismatic and loves making you laugh. She’ll tell silly jokes or put on little performances just to see you smile.

[theshiftingwitch]

Get over your bullshit

It's a new year, and most —if not all— of you have already made your lists and vision boards and scripts and decided that 2025 is YOUR year.

You are finally going to have it all.

You are going to see all of your dreams come true right before your eyes.

But how long will it take before you start wavering again? How long will this resolve dissolve into thin air? How long will it take before you go back to letting the 3D tell you how to live?

Let's face it, the 3D is not your enemy.

The only thing standing in your way is YOU.

EVERYTHING you see around you is a direct result of your assumptions. Every thought, every action, every move, every step is ruled by your assumptions, your programming.

You don't know how deep it can go. You might think that that obscure incident from your childhood didn't affect you at all, the whole time it created a limiting belief that is making your subconscious mind its own personal bitch.

And it will continue to do so because you refuse to do the work.

You refuse to get out of your own way! You are firmly rooted into that godforsaken comfort zone that you stubbornly refuse to make the simplest of efforts to change your life.

You throw a temper tantrum every time things don't go your way, cursing the universe for not giving you your desires and screaming into the abyss about how the law is fake and manifestation doesn't work and blah blah fucking blah.

Give it a rest.

No one is going to give you your manifestations. There is no higher power up there withholding your desires from you because they're petty and chaotic. There is no divine timing or lessons to be learned or a specific transit that needs to hit your 5th house before you get what you want.

You're the one withholding your own desires from yourself because you can't get yourself to make even the smallest of efforts and control your thoughts!

Seriously, would it kill you to think in your favor?

Is it so hard to believe in yourself?

Everything you think is not working out for you is simply your own bullshit excuses.

Some people are out here saturating their minds for hours, saying 10k affirmations, visualizing every night, dismantling their limiting beliefs and doing their shadow work to get what they want. And they always get what they want! Without a fail.

Yes, manifesting is instant. But you've been programed to believe it's hocus pocus your entire life. You found the law days or months or years ago, and that's spec of dust compared to the time you've been on this Earth, saturating your subconscious mind with limiting crap that did nothing but take away your own power.

Stop making excuses. Stop justifying why you're giving up or why you can't manifest or saturate or decide. Stop explaining why your self concept is shit and start improving it instead.

At the end of the day, you are the one giving YOU your desires. And it can take a few days, or it can take a decade.

You decide.

Everything is a result of your decisions.

PS: this is not a tough love post as I don't believe love is tough or cruel or mean. You can do whatever you want. This is not disregarding mental illness either, it is a clear disadvantage, but it's not an insurmountable block. You can and will manifest despite mental illness, you just have to persist.

Happy manifesting ❤️

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 | angus tully x reader

sequel to 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲, won't really make much sense without reading that!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | holiday break can only last so long, but angus wants this to be more than a fling-- and you, as much as you want to deny it, already know it's more than a fling. the question remains if either one of you will admit it.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 5.3k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (18+ only!!), age gap (not huge but angus is 18 and the reader is just out of college), semi-public sex, breeding kink, very inappropriate activities in a church, secret relationship, a wee bit of angst and fluff at the end!

part 3 coming soon!

“Fuck, I don’t wanna go back,” he groaned, dropping his head defeatedly into the crook of your neck.  “I never wanna go back to that horrible fucking school.”

“I guess you’ll just see me at Easter break then, huh?” you purred, grazing your teeth over his ear.

“You know, if sex with you keeps lining up with the Catholic calendar, it’s gonna give me a complex or something,” he noticed.

“Oh, I can do better than that,” you beamed.  “Next time you see me at Mass, I won’t be wearing any panties.  And you’ll be the only other one who knows.”

He perked up again, balancing himself over you with bent arms against the mattress.  “I swear, you’re a dream come true.  A really fucked up dream I had after seeing a porno mag or something.”

You laughed, but it was cut off with him pulling you into another kiss— sweet and slow, with both of you smiling against each other.  With your limbs tangled together under the sheets, you melted together into your bed; and no, none of it really seemed real yet.  Every time this happened, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you were hooking up with Angus Tully.  Frankly, you were sort of trying not to think about it, at least not too much.  If you really tried, you could look at his face and see the little kid you babysat all those years ago, and it just made you feel sort of awful about it… yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

Your smile fell into a gasp when he started to kiss your neck, his hands guiding your back as it arched slightly.  When he pressed his body against yours, you felt him getting hard against your leg, and you groaned softly.

“Fuck, Angus, again?” you whined.  “We already went twice—”

“I’m leaving in two days,” he explained, “I need you as many times as I can get away with it.”

You wanted to protest, say something about how sore you were or about how he needed to leave and go back home before someone noticed he was gone— but his slender fingers were already diving between your legs and making you just moan instead.

“See?  You’re wet already,” he noticed with a playful mockery to his tone.  “I’ve gotta take care of you, baby…”

Oh, you couldn’t stand it when he talked like that— when he made you feel so vulnerable to him, so paradoxically submissive.  When this started a couple weeks back, it was the other way around: you were the cool, older woman with all the power.  You told him what you wanted and he was more than happy to oblige, never questioning you— he was obedient, basically.  But once you’d had a few more encounters, he realized that you wanted him just as badly… that he could make you desperate, if he wanted.  Once he’d had the smallest taste of control, he was suddenly a changed man; now, he loved to tease and taunt you, see how far he could push you, even once he made you beg— and you expected you’d never get to live that down. 

He watched your face with a mischievous smile as he slowly slid two fingers into you, watching the way you winced and then relaxed.  “I’ll be careful,” he promised, “I know you’re all sensitive still… thought you might wake up the whole house with that last one.”

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks flushed, remembering how he’d had to cover your mouth with his hand when he made you come.  These were issues you hadn’t considered much before, since you spent most of the year living in a dorm where you didn’t really care if anyone heard what you were up to.  Staying in your parents’ house again— and secretly fucking their friends’ son in your childhood bedroom— posed new challenges to say the least.

You gasped when his fingers curled inside you, rubbing that spot that made everything clench for a moment.  “Mm,” he observed encouragingly, “like that?”

“Yes,” you hissed under your breath.  Just when you began to let your eyes fall shut, they shot open when he added a third finger inside you.  “Fuck!” 

“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” he scolded, “you can fit three fingers just fine— my cock’s bigger than all that anyways.”

He twisted the fingers inside you as your hips rocked, shivers running over your skin.  “Yeah, but still— fuck, it’s a lot…”

“You take it just fine,” he assured.  “You take whatever I give you, huh?”

“Sh-shut up,” you whimpered, and he laughed softly.

“You’re so good for me,” he continued anyways, making you bite your lip in hopes he wouldn’t notice his effect on you.  Whenever he said stuff like that, you just wanted to ask him who the fuck he thought he was— it made you want to shove him off of you and pin him down, remind him of his place.  But you never did, because letting him take control always felt so damn good…

His head dipped down a bit under the covers— and his lips latched onto one of your nipples, making you gasp and grab his hair with one of your hands.  “Oh god— yes,” you praised, shuddering a bit as he suckled hard on the bud.

He moaned around it, his free hand holding the other breast and keeping you down even when your back longed to arch deeper.  “You get so wet when I do this,” he noticed as he pulled away briefly, moving to suck the other for a moment as his fingers gently pumped into you.  When he pushed them in all the way to the knuckle, at the same time that his tongue swirled around your nipple just right, your patience finally gave in.

“Just fuck me,” you begged, tugging harder on his curls as you felt him smile against your skin.  “God, I just— fuck—”

He pulled away from your breast with a pop and a grin.  “Just ask nicely, baby, and I’m all yours.”

“I know you want to, just fuck me,” you growled, but he shook his head and you clenched your jaw.

“You can say it,” he encouraged, “just use the magic word.”

You rolled your eyes, hating the juvenile way of describing it, but his fingers were still moving inside you and you just needed it too bad— “Please,” you breathed.  “Please fuck me.”

“There you go,” he praised, slowly pulling his drenched fingers out of you and moving his hips to line up with yours instead.  He was so hard; you were almost impressed with his resolve, though at the moment you were mostly just annoyed with it.  “Look up at me,” he demanded, making you meet his gaze before he pushed himself inside you.

It was almost too intense, looking right into his eyes as he thrust into you carefully— you bit your lip, watching the heavy sigh of relief leave him as he filled you.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his eyes scanning all over your face and watching your expression change as he pressed his cock as deep as possible.  “You’re fucking perfect.”

You didn’t really believe that, but you at least would concede that this moment was perfect.

You held tighter onto him, legs wrapping around his hips, as he leaned in closer and moaned against your neck.  “How am I supposed to leave when you feel this fucking good?” he groaned lowly, and you felt yourself already beginning to pulse inside as you moved closer to the edge.  “I feel good too, right?”

Poor thing— if only he knew that it was his own fault you withheld praise, just because he sounded too precious when he asked you for reassurance like that.  He was really fucking talkative, way more than you expected; sometimes you thought if you didn’t say anything, he’d just go off on these wild tangents about how bad he needs you.  “You feel good,” you replied, trying to keep it a little vague so he’d ask for more.

“How good?” he asked with a grin, and you smiled, too, because he was wonderfully predictable sometimes.

“So good,” you cooed, “so fucking good that I’m gonna come way too fast.”

“Hey, that’s my thing,” he joked.  His stamina had definitely increased a lot in just a few encounters, but he still had a habit of coming quickly if you got him a bit too riled up.  Not that you really minded… it was still cute, after all, and he usually made it up to you one way or another.

He picked up his pace, letting out a low moan against your ear.  “Tell me you want me to come inside you,” he ordered, panting with each quick thrust.

“Fuck, Angus, I want you come,” you replied, whispering against his ear.  “I want you to fill me—”

“Fuck…”

“And put all your come so deep in me—”

“Fuck, baby,” he whined again.  “I’m so fucking close.”

You whined, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling your chest get tighter as you moved closer to the edge.

“Tell me you want me to breed you,” he added; okay, so much for predictable…

“Wh-what?” you choked, feeling suddenly hot all over.  “Angus, I—”

“I know, you won’t,” he soothed, “it’s just, you know, pretend… just say you want it, please.”

You swallowed but nodded, holding on tighter to the back of his neck.  “I… I want you to get me pregnant.”

“God, yes,” he whined through his teeth, fucking you faster.

“I-I want you to fill me up so I can have a baby,” you continued in a whisper, and he moaned again as his grip on your hips tightened.  You could hardly believe what you were saying, nor that he had asked you to say it, and yet it made the most wonderfully bizarre feeling stir inside you— strangest of all, it was turning you on.  “F-fuck, Angus, I’m gonna come.”

“You’re gonna come with me?” he pressed, sighing when you nodded.  “Fuck, let’s do it— we’ll come together.  That’ll definitely get you pregnant.”

“Jesus, Angus,” you hissed, “what are you talking about?”

“It doesn’t get you hot, thinking about it?” he challenged.  “Thinking about us making a baby right now?  Imagining how good it would feel to let me breed you and make you a mommy?”

“Sh-shut the fuck up,” you grunted, but you were already trying to hold it back.

“God, you want it so bad,” he noticed— how was he only this perceptive in these sorts of situations?  “You want me to come in you and knock you up, I can tell.  You’re gonna come just thinking about it.”

Even though it wasn’t really just thinking about it— it was him fucking you deep and fast and hard after a whole night of making love— you were forced to bite your lip and nod.

“C’mon, baby, I wanna feel it again,” he purred.  “Feels so fucking perfect when you come around me— you’re mine, aren’t you?”

Your heart jumped and your eyes shut tight.  “God,” you groaned in frustration, but he just smiled and held you tighter.

“It’s okay,” he cooed, “nobody has to know, it’s just me— you’re mine, right?  Say it.  Say you’re mine.”

You whined when it hit you— and nothing had ever hit you quite like that.  Tensing up inside, pulsing uncontrollably, you felt the weight on your chest lift and you dug your nails into his shoulders as he fucked you through it.  “Fuck!  I-I’m yours!” you blurted out, unable to stop it when you were drowning in your ecstasy like that.

He swore against your ear, and gave you hardly one more thrust before falling over the edge himself, groaning weakly as his body sank down onto yours.

You hoped against all odds that he wouldn’t force you to address any of what you’d just said; he looked so exhausted that you almost wanted to let him fall asleep here if it meant avoiding that conversation.  But it was just like him to only give you about ten seconds of silence before running his mouth again.

He started by just sitting up enough to kiss you on the cheek, then the lips, then the side of your forehead when you turned away.  “That was so hot,” he announced, still catching his breath, as he grinned down at you.

“That was… different,” you admitted as you hoped your embarrassment wouldn’t show on your face.  “You weren’t serious, right?  I mean, you know I’m on the pill—”

“Yeah, of course,” he assured, “it’s just, I don’t know, a fantasy.”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at him.  “Respectfully, I thought it was more of a nightmare— you know, it’s kinda worst-case-scenario here.”

“No, no, I know— that’s why it’s fun,” he explained.  “‘Cause it’s, like, bad.  Well, not bad, but… scary.  In a good way!  Like a rollercoaster or something.”

“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed, “just like a rollercoaster.  That’s why the maternity ward at the hospital looks so much like Six Flags.”

“You know what I mean,” he laughed.  “It’s just… if it actually happened it would be a huge fucking deal… but just imagining it, just for fun I mean, it makes my heart race.  See?”

He picked up one of your hands and put it on his neck, pressing your fingers into his pulse so you could feel its rapidness.  “Fair enough,” you shrugged, “you sure scared the crap out of me for a second.”

“You liked it,” he cooed, kissing the tip of your nose.  “You like being mine, too.”

Even if you could’ve hid the reaction on your face somehow, the way your weak muscles still found the energy to clench around his softening cock gave you away; he purred as he smiled, kissing you more tenderly on the lips this time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to you.

“I probably look like a mess,” you laughed quietly, “I don’t even want to know what my hair looks like after a night like this.”

“Yeah, that’s how I like you, though— you look pretty all fucked up,” he explained.

You glanced over as he moved to bury his face in your neck again, only to see the slightest blue glow in the window: the early light just before dawn.  “Angus, it’s almost morning,” you noticed.  “You need to go.”

“Not yet,” he begged, hugging you tighter.  “I bet I can make you come again—”

“No,” you snapped, “if your parents find out you snuck out— and if anyone knows you came here—”

“Baby, c’mon,” he pouted, “I’ll be quick, nobody’s gonna know—”

“I swear to god, Angus—”

“Fine, fine,” he sighed, “then just kiss me before I go.”

He held your cheek and turned your face to his, and you kissed him; you hated these kisses, the ones that felt like goodbye.  They were amazing, of course, but they always broke your heart.

“I’ll see you later?” he assumed.

“You’ll see me on Sunday,” you replied.

“Nooo, I can’t wait that long,” he whined.

“Yes you can,” you breathed.  “Now get up, please, before I have to literally kick you out.”

“Fine,” he relented, climbing off of you and searching the floor for his boxers and t-shirt.

“I still can’t believe you ran here without even putting a coat on,” you remembered, “it’s below freezing out.”

“Whatever, it’s not even a block to my house,” he rolled his eyes.

“Mr. Lindy across the street takes out the trash insanely early in the morning— what if he sees you running back to your house in the snow without any fucking clothes on?!” 

“He was young once, right?  He’ll understand,” Angus laughed.

“I’m hoping he doesn’t understand,” you groaned, “‘cause if he figures it out and tells my parents—”

“I know,” he breathed, slipping on his shoes and leaning over the bed to kiss you quickly.  “It’ll be fine, okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled back.

There was a brief pause before Angus dropped his arms down against his sides, hitting his legs; “Well, I… guess I’ll see you at Mass,” he announced.

“That’s gotta be the weirdest thing to say after hooking up with somebody,” you decided.

“I couldn’t think of anything else!” he defended.  “I’m about to jump out your window, it’s already a pretty weird transition.”

“Okay, first of all, please don’t jump,” you replied, “but fair enough.  I’ll see you at Mass.”

He hesitated, suddenly giving you one more kiss— one that lingered a little more— before opening your window and beginning to climb out.

~

Mass was certainly a lot more interesting when you kept feeling Angus’ eyes on you.  His family had been just barely on time for the service, so you hadn’t been able to talk to him before it started; you could tell he was dying to know if you’d gone through with it.

You tugged on the bottom of your dress as you adjusted yourself in the pew; it was definitely a weird feeling, and you couldn’t stop worrying that someone, somehow, would see up your skirt and get an eyeful.  The anxiety of it was oddly arousing, though— it made you understand a bit better what Angus had said about the whole scary in a good way thing.

When you occasionally spared a glance at him, you noticed that Angus still looked a little underslept; you’d both been up all night just a couple days ago, but the difference was that your parents didn’t really mind if you spent most of the next day in your room, so you’d had a chance to catch up— Angus’ parents were more determined to make use of his time off from school, and had him doing all kinds of chores and activities on Saturday that prevented him from getting more than a quick nap here and there.

And they’d tugged him out of bed bright and early for church today, so he was probably still feeling the effects of an all-nighter.  That said, he certainly didn’t seem lacking in energy at the moment— he kept wringing his hands, constantly glancing at you, so noticeably that his mom lightly smacked him on the shoulder when she noticed it.

But you were looking across the aisle at him, too.  If for no other reason than how cute he looked in his shirt and tie.

After the service, as everyone mingled around coffee and donuts, Angus made a beeline towards you— you’d kind of hoped he would be a little more subtle.

“Hey,” he greeted, and you just nodded at him with a smirk.  “It’s been too long.”

He glanced at all the people passing by, stepping closer to you to let someone walk past but never moving back; he waited until no one was too close before he spoke again in a lower voice.

“Are you really not wearing any…?” he asked, an extra sparkle in his eye and a mischievous smile on his face.  His smile dropped a bit when you nodded, though, and his eyes raked over you in the most intoxicating, lascivious way.  You were sure you’d never had someone look at you like that, like they’d give anything to devour you right then— and with no panties to hold it, you felt your arousal slicken where your thighs rubbed together.

He cleared his throat and glanced over his shoulder, making sure no one was looking over at him as he adjusted his corduroys awkwardly; you licked your lips, a little too flattered by the effect you had on him.

“That’s, um, that’s…” he mumbled, tripping over his words.  “That’s really… yeah.”

“Really what?” you challenged as you bit your lip briefly, moving closer to him and all but batting your eyes up at him.

“It’s really fucking sexy,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” you cooed.  “I think it’s sexy that you think it’s sexy.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about—” he began.

“I know,” you sighed, “me too.”

“I wasn’t even tired that day— I was wired, actually,” he laughed quietly.  “I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Your heart’s pace picked up a bit, and you glanced away briefly.  “I, um… I thought about you, too.

“There’s gotta be somewhere we can go,” he whispered.  “It’s a big place— everyone’s here, if we just… found an empty room—”

“Jesus, Angus— in a church?!” you hissed.

“Come on,” he begged, “I don’t know when we’ll get a chance again— and I’m leaving tomorrow— and I want you so bad—”

“Shh,” you warned him, making sure no one was nearby again.  “We’ll figure something out— just not here.  It’s too risky.”

“But I need you now,” he insisted, voice lower and darker as he stepped just a bit closer to you.  “It won’t take us long— I mean, it definitely won’t take me long, after spending the last two days thinking about you.”

You crossed your arms, looking down at the floor, and you felt him lean in over you.  “Please, baby?” he whispered under his breath.

Releting, you took a glance at the crowd and made sure nobody was looking in your direction.  “You go find an empty room in the east wing.  I’ll talk to a few people— so it doesn’t look like we’re going together— and I’ll come find you in a few minutes, okay?”

“Great,” he beamed.  “Uh, which way is east again?”

You pointed him in the right direction and watched him bound away, sighing to yourself as you re-entered the crowd.  You got a lot of questions about your plan now that you finished your degree— and you found yourself repeating the same stock answer about how your graduate program didn’t start until the fall so you had the spring and summer to stay home.  Even though you knew you needed to kill some time to look less suspicious, you found yourself glancing constantly towards the east wing, getting more and more impatient for your chance to slip away as unnoticed as possible.

As the crowd was clearing out and nearly everyone’s attention was turned onto somebody’s new baby, you took the opportunity to disappear into the dark hallway.  As you peered around the doors, you saw Angus peeking out at you through one of the little windows; the door opened, and you slipped into an abandoned Sunday school classroom, barely having time to gingerly shut the door behind you before you felt his lips on your neck and his hand sliding up your thigh.

“That took forever,” he complained, and before you could remind him it had hardly been five minutes, his fingers were exploring between your legs.  “Fuck, what’re you so wet for?” he teased, and you groaned as you pulled him closer by his pants and hopped up to sit on the low bookshelf nearby.

“Just hurry up,” you hissed, “we need to get this over with before somebody finds us here.”

He opened his fly quickly, but struggled slightly to free himself from the confines of his trousers; you hummed a bit when he got it out, pressing it against you right away as you moved your hips up.

Thrusting into you all at once, you both sighed slowly; you took hold of his shoulders, he grabbed onto your hips, and instantly he began to fuck into you impatiently.

“God, you’re so tight,” he hissed against your ear.  “Touch yourself— I want you to come, too.”

You reached between your bodies to put a few fingers on your clit, rubbing fast in hopes that you could catch up with him.

“Do you always do what you’re told?” he mocked playfully.

“I think the fact that we’re doing this right after church proves that I don’t,” you replied.

“Guess you only do what I tell you to,” he shrugged, which really made you want to talk back, but you couldn’t because you were trying not to moan too loudly.

He moved faster inside you, and something about the angle of sitting up on the shelf was making him hit just the right spot— or maybe you were sensitive from the exhilarating fear of getting caught.

“What if I got you pregnant here?” he purred, making you arch your back slightly.  “Wouldn’t that be funny?”

“You’ve got a weird sense of humor, Tully,” you breathed, struggling not to let your voice come out all whiny and weak.

“Knocked up at St. Mary’s… it’s what God would want, right?”

“Do you never shut up?” you hissed.

“No,” he smirked, “you’re cute when you’re ticked off at me.”

His eyes met yours, and you felt a strange emotion stir in your chest: you bit your lip, willing yourself to tear away from his gaze, but you found it impossible somehow.

One of his hands moved from your hip up to your chest, palming at you through your dress.  You tensed up inside, making him wince a bit, and you couldn’t believe how close you were already.

“Oh god, baby, m’gonna come,” you whimpered, moving your hand even faster over your clit; he groaned in approval, leaning in to kiss all along your neck.

“Come for me,” he pleaded, “I’m so fucking close— please come, fuck—”

“R-right there,” you gasped, gripping his shoulder tighter— actually, that wasn’t the only place you were gripping him tighter.  He was struggling to maintain the pace of his thrusts, in fact, with how hard your walls were bearing down on him.  “Yes, yes, yes—”

“Not too loud,” he warned you, and you bit hard on your own lip to suppress your moan: it stayed in your throat instead, and you heard him gasp as he heard and felt you reaching your peak.  He had to take his hand off your chest and put it on the bookshelf under you to help keep you upright, and he looked down between your bodies to watch himself give you a few final thrusts.

He stopped suddenly, whimpering slightly as he buried himself in you as deep as he could go; you sighed and laid back on the bookshelf again, having to tilt your head to avoid a figurine of some prophet or saint that you had absolutely no interest in identifying at the moment.

Angus took a moment to catch his breath, before looking back over his shoulder and through the door’s window to make sure no one was in the hallway.  He pulled his cock out of you carefully and did his best to fit it back into his pants.  As you felt a warm oozing feeling between your legs, your face began to heat up.

“Maybe I didn’t think this through,” you realized.

“What?” he mumbled.

“I’m gonna have to go out there with nothing on under my dress, with your come leaking out of me.”

He bit his lip.

“It’s not sexy, Angus!  It’s very inconvenient!” you frowned.

“It’s both,” he insisted.  “It’s very much both.”

~

Though you did get another chance to see Angus before he left, it wasn’t that sort of rendezvous, unfortunately.  Although, just sitting and talking with him was wonderful, too— in an entirely different way.  See, that was the thing that scared you most, even more than how badly you’d come to crave his touch: how happy you felt just being with him.

He was funny, and weird, and seemed to think your stories from college were fascinating; he was well-read, especially for a high school student, and you two could chat about your favorite books— a hobby most of your classmates in college found too nerdy to sympathize with.  

It probably looked totally wholesome from the outside: two childhood friends catching up while they were back home for a while.  And you, you probably looked normal and cool on the outside— you were trying to, at least.  But inside, you were terrified.  You wanted it to be like what Angus said— scary, in a good way, like a rollercoaster— but you were starting to just feel sick.  You know, like an actual rollercoaster would…

“Everyone there is so… dumb,” Angus decided as he leaned back, looking up at the ceiling.

“That can’t be true, it’s a good school,” you tried to encourage him.

“I mean, maybe they could be smart, but they act like morons,” he clarified.  “They hate me, too, and I don’t even really know why.”

“Probably because they can sense that you think they’re all morons,” you suggested; and he looked over at you, as if he’d genuinely never thought of that before.

But instead of addressing that, he sat up again and changed the subject.  “My parents probably want me to go back and, like, put my trunk in the car and stuff…”

“Right,” you nodded, “you should go.”

“Yeah— b-but, listen, um, before I do…” he trailed off, leaning a little closer to you on the couch.  “I wanted to, you know, talk.  About something.”

“We’ve been talking for half an hour,” you noticed.

“Right, uh— I meant something specific,” he explained, his cheeks seeming to get a little bit more pink.  “I… I won’t be back until spring break, you know…”

“Uh huh,” you nodded, raising an eyebrow as you wondered what he was getting at.

“And, you know, we’ve been having such a great time,” he went on, and your heart twisted.  You’d heard this spiel before: the things are so good now, why do we need to put a label on it? why can’t we just have fun talk.  The you’re great, but not good enough for more than this talk.  You decided to jump in and spare him before he said anything too… honest.

“I get it,” you promised, and he looked at you nervously.  “We’re gonna be too far apart for too long— and you shouldn’t, you know, feel like you’re tied down to anything.  It’s okay— I didn’t think I was, like, your girlfriend or anything.”

“R-right,” he coughed, looking away and putting his hand on the back of his neck.  “Yeah, that’s— that’s what I was gonna say.  I knew you’d understand.”

You smiled, wishing you weren’t always so goddamn understanding.  “But it was fun— a good way to kill time over the break, for sure.”

“Yeah,” he agreed alongside a thin laugh.  “I… I think I’ll always owe you, for being my first time and all.”

“Well, you’ve certainly spent your first two weeks of not being a virgin pretty well,” you snorted.  “I had a good time.  We’ll call it even.”

“And… when I come back?” he pressed.  “Maybe we can, I dunno… maybe we can do it again.”

You grinned and tilted your head.  “Yeah, I like that idea.”

“But can I still call you?” he asked nervously.

“Of course!” you beamed.  “You’ll have to tell me if you get any good books assigned this semester.”

“Yeah, I doubt it,” he scoffed, but his smile lifted just a bit.

“I can come see you off, if you want,” you offered, “but it might make your mom suspect something…”

“You’re probably right,” he admitted, “I wish you weren’t, but you are— but I’ll call first thing when I get there!”

You smiled, and he gave you a hug before he left; and he promised to call again, though you’d believed him the first time.  And the next time you stayed up all night with Angus, it was on the phone— he snuck out of bed with a bag of quarters, and told you the phone was free so you wouldn’t feel bad, and talked to you about everything he could possibly think of.

Except, you didn’t quite make it all night: you fell asleep at some point, while he was talking about his English paper… not that he could blame you.

And for some reason, one that even he himself couldn’t quite explain, he kept feeding the phone quarters and listening to you sleep; he didn’t hang up until it was nearly morning and he had to sneak back into his room.

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SPECIAL FRIEND — alessia russo x leah williamson x child!reader

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without another word, she closed the gap, capturing alessia's lips in a kiss that was hungry, desperate and everything the blonde had dreamed about. it was a kiss that didn't ask for permission, instead takes. her mouth moving against alessia's with such urgency that matches alessia's, and the taste of her is overwhelming, intoxicating.

alessia can feel her back being pressed deeper into the kitchen counter as the kiss deepens, growing more heartfelt by the second as hands started roaming and exploring. tugging the other closer as if the other can't even bear the smallest bit of distance.

her fingers twisted around alessia's hair pulling the blonde impossibly closer as alessia's hands settled on her waist, then her back trailing with a possessiveness that makes leah's head spin.

the two trying to make up for lost time since they were last able to show their true emotions for one another. not having to hide behind a false facade when it was just the two of them. away from any prying eyes both big and small.

so right now it was all coming undone, unraveling in a whirlwind of passion and unrestrained want.

leah's lips leaving alessia's as they slowly travel down her neck, alessia not being able to stop the whine that escapes her. for every brush of leah's lips, for every graze of her teeth, for every lingering kiss sets alessia's skin on fire.

the desire between the two burning so fiercely as leah arches her body into alessia's hands desperate and craving more as her need for alessia was almost unbearable as she clutches the front of alessia's hoodie in her fists tugging alessia closer. leah silently begging for the friction of her skin against her own.

but within seconds something clicked inside alessia as she pushed leah back, both their chest heaving as leah's eyes go wide a look of worry flashing across her face.

“what-“

“lovies awake from her nap.” alessia pointed to the baby monitor which lived in the edge of the kitchen island and helped alessia know when you were as the monitor would show your movements in black and white in the tiny screen.

and that's how the two had been the last few months, in the shadows stealing small kisses from each other. lingering touches when no eyes were preset to see, sweet nothings whispered in the others ears in the darkness. they'd spent the last few months hiding.

neither could really pin point the moment that their relationship shifted from friends to lovers.

maybe it was when alessia joined arsenal or maybe it was the month they spent together at the euros learning more about each other as leah grew close to you as she taught you how to tie your shoe laces.

or maybe it was when leah saw alessia for the first time with you, alessia's double hanging from her side filled with so much confidence. maybe that was the shift, leah saw alessia in a whole different light, more mature, gentle and nurturing.

instead of the girl who would laugh and mess about with georgia and ella during england camps as they told their awful jokes but alessia would always find them hilarious, slapping her knee as she doubled over in stitches of laughter.

leah would admire alessia from afar never ever thinking she would ever have a chance of being the one for alessia.

but when the switch finally came and their friendship blossomed into something much more, the first move being made just after leah did her knee. alessia being in london a little more frequent that she usually would due to ongoing talks with arsenal and a certain blonde defender.

a quick visit alessia made from manchester to see the blonde, turned into quite the memorable one.

leah's leg propped up on the coffee table as the two sat shoulder to shoulder on leah's couch. the sun bleating through the large windows which watched across north london. a series on that alessia had picked, although leah would say force, as the one picked leah had never seen much to the disgust to alessia as she claimed ‘it was a classic!’

"your really pretty y'know" leah blurted out as she complimented the blonde. alessia turning her head as a small shy smile appearing in her face. a small tint showing on her face as alessia whispered a 'thank you'

the two sat holding eye contact waiting for the other to speak and break the silence but neither did instead every few seconds leah’s eyes would flicker to alessia’s lips before looking at her eyes to see if there was maybe a chance leah was getting the wrong idea. but all leah could see was love and a genuine want.

leah made the first move, moving in slowly as she gently cupped alessia’s cheek. she was so gentle in her movements as if, if she was too forceful the blonde in front of her may break.

alessia leaned in closing that gap between the two quicker than the agonising slow pace leah was leaning in at. as the kiss was filled with so much emotion and said everything the two had been thinking and feeling about the other the past few months. and it was safe to say that definitely wasn’t the last kiss that happened.

but once things were no longer just a quick kiss to fulfill some pleasure and the two had actually gotten round to talking with actual words and then when alessia was finally named leah’s girlfriend was when things began to get a little tricky as it wasn’t just alessia’s life that leah would become a big part in — but also yours.

alessia was a little hesitant at first at showing any affection around you with leah. a fear which had built inside alessia what if she introduced leah to you as her girlfriend and then leah left cause she wasn’t ready to become a parental figure.

that and the fact you had a pretty good bond with leah to begin with would make it all the more confusing to you if she just got up and left one day. but surely that would make it easier? wrong!

if anything it made it harder, as it was fear which had always clouded her mind when it came to having someone else enter her life in a romantic way, as most people her age weren’t ready or even remotely mature enough to look after a child at twenty-four never mind help raise one.

so instead the two hid, of course leah knew that the fear was there for alessia and no matter the amount of times leah had reassured the blonde that alessia couldn’t get rid of her that easily.

but leah would never pressure alessia into telling you, leah knowing the important of the subject and the fact that you were alessia’s world and alessia felt the need to protect you from the big scary world.

leah knew that if the relationship was to progress then it had to be done properly and that started with alessia finding the right time for her. and the day would come leah was sure of it.

the day would come and even if it was tomorrow or even in a months time the time would be right and that was okay. leah loved alessia. so that meant she would wait a few years if that meant they could be a complete family.

but until then leah would stay making alessia happy, doing the same things she usually did, playing football in the back garden as alessia did her usual house chores, helping you tie your shoes while also being your biggest fan at your football games — well maybe second biggest no one came close to alessia. with also the side of being there for alessia, stolen glances and kisses in the shadows where no one else could see.

so when one night the two were together, alessia having tucked you into bed for the night. leah having got to alessia’s home a little later than she’d of liked, missing bedtime stories due to the amount of traffic on the london roads.

but as always when leah was coming over, dinner was ready on the counter with a small glass of wine as the two would eat together before snuggling up in the couch to what whatever was going on netflix but no before alessia had checked on your sleeping form.

making sure you hadn’t somehow fell out of bed or even hanging half way out of your bed. but as always you were still tucking up hugging esme the elephant.

but when alessia would come down from checking in your leah would have the couch all ready and cosy filled with blankets with netflix loaded up as leah would wait for alessia to just flop into her arms.

leah pressing a kiss into alessia’s hair as she hummed, her whole body relaxing as all the troubles from her day just expelled her body when she was in the warmth of leah’s arms.

the film opening credits rolling as alessia looked up at leah, “i think i’m ready to tell her-“ alessia sleepily mumbled.

it taking leah a seconds to process what alessia had said unsure if she’d heard correctly, “who?” leah asked as her eyebrows furrowed.

“lovie. about us. i don’t want to keep it a secret from her anymore.” alessia explained as a realisation came over leah, the day had came well nearly had.

“less- are you sure? i don’t want you to rush-“ leah began but alessia hushed her by placing a quick peck to leah’s lips, stopping her thought process entirely

“le- i’m serious. she’s my world but so are you and it’s time my two worlds collide. i love you le and i know another little one who loves you maybe just as much as i do” alessia told the leah as she nodded slowly taking in what alessia said as she spoke with such love. leah feeling a sense of belonging as this was just the beginning of their family starting.

-

it had been a hectic few days since alessia had told leah she was ready to tell you about the two of them being together. it being filled with match days, recovery, family time so finally a day off had rolled around where alessia had made her mission for the day to do two things, do nothing but chill and two have a chat with you.

she’s basically completed number one, having sat doing little harmless things around the house, like folding clothes and putting a load of washing or two in as you played around the house, you being very good at making your own fun.

but as for right now alessia was leant in the doorway of your room while leah was at a nike shoot but had promised alessia she’s be back from your movie night that you’d none stop asking about even though you always seemed to fall asleep not even twenty minutes into the film.

alessia stood for a moment replaying in her head what she was going to say, as you played with your barbie's you own little imagination taking over as you played.

"lovie?" alessia softly said breaking the silence your arm which had your barbie flying through the sky dropping to the floor as you looked on with a grin at your mummy.

"can mummy have a chat with you?" alessia smiled as she sat on the small arm chair that was in the corner of your room, most of your teddy's that people had bought you as gifts for birthdays and christmas sat proudly on there.

you nodded slowly leaving your fantasy land with your barbie's for a minute as you made you way to where your mummy was, a puzzled look on your face.

"is this about who put fish beads in your favourite vase? cause it wasn't me" you blurted out as your mummy was now the one with the puzzled face.

"there's what in my vase... no no-" alessia paused her head now racking with questions but reminding herself the purpose of the chat. making a mental note to ask about the fish beads a little later on.. "mummy needs to have a serious chat with you"

"oh" you murmured, as you began to look at your sock covered feet as alessia quickly assured you that you weren't in trouble, a small sigh left your lips.

"so you know how mummy and leah have been spending a little more time together, like le's been here more often and sometimes picking you up from school-" alessia began before you interrupted.

"and helping me with my football in the back garden!" you grinned thinking that mummy was just asking for things that leah had been helping you with as your mummy nodded encouragingly

"so you know how auntie beth and auntie viv are special friends?" alessia asked as your eyebrows furrowed for a moment a little confused at what she meant.

"is that why they live together and why auntie viv laughs at auntie beth's jokes even though sometimes there not funny?" you ask a little confused as your mummy stifles a laugh at your little jab at beth's joke telling.

"yes that’s right, now mummy has a question to ask you and if your not okay with it then that's totally fine. mummy won't be upset. i want you to be honest with me" alessia says in a serious tone as she grabs your small hands in hers as you nod your head slowly waiting for the question to come as you felt a sense of nervousness of not knowing.

"how would you feel if leah became mummy's special friend?" alessia finally managed to get out as a thick silence filled the room, your small brain ticking away more than likely trying to wrap your head around the idea and whether you liked it. alessia taking your silence as a good think.

"so leah move in here and laugh at your jokes which sometimes aren't funny too?" you asked, your eyebrows furrowed as a light smile appeared on your mummy's face at your pure innocence.

"she wouldn't move in, at least not yet anyways, and for my jokes you always find them funny missus!" alessia told you as you nodded, before she poked you in the ribs where you were ticklish as you jerked away giggles leaving your lips as once of your hands left your mummy's momentarily.

"but it's totally okay if you don't like the idea, i won't be upset"

you hummed as your thinking face came across your features, "i like leah. she can become mummy's special friend" you smiled as alessia looked across your face as if she was checking for any signs you may not be fully okay with the idea. but as far as alessia could tell you seemed pretty happy with it.

"and your sure your okay with it, cause mummy wants what's best for you. cause your my main priority and you'll always come first to me" alessia reassured you as she pulled you in closer so that you were stood inbetween her legs as she hugged you. planting a kiss on you forehead as you nodded.

"if mummy happy then i happy" you smiled as alessia heart warmed at you small sense of maturity at such a young age, "but can i get back to my barbie game, she was just about to land in the moon until you came in" you asked with a hopeful look as your mummy chuckled before nodding.

you rushing off to get back to barbie landing on the moon which was really just the top of your bed which had a grey pillow on top of it which was 'the moon' but the thought and effort was there so props to that.

"i'll leave you astronauts to it" alessia said as she made her way out of the room as barbie was once again flying around the room by you, similarly to when alessia first walked in.

-

it was now around seven, you were allowed to stay up thirty minutes later it having been a weekend but you were busy having your snacks just before bed along with your cup of milk you had every night without fail.

alessia was busy in the kitchen making some dinner for both her and leah, when leah finally got home from a late shoot with nike. you'd been watching the large bay window in the room like a hawk awaiting the blonde defender all night.

any flicker of a light or shadow you were ready to pounce towards the door, this time it was leah who was finally home. "just me!" leah called out with a sweet tone, you barreling your way into the hallway as an echo of your mummy telling leah she was in kitchen.

leah holding onto the banister as she took of her shoes, one by one. a few shopping bags and a bunch of flowers stood next to her.

"hi mummy's special friend" you giggled as you bumped into leah's leg hugging it tight before rushing back off before leah even had the chance to speak.

leah stood one shoe on, one shoe off stunned in the middle of the hallway. as she tried to rack her brain around what you'd just said — then realised alessia must of told you.

alessia stood leaning against the doorframe watching the whole interaction as leah had her confused look on, a pout and her eyebrows furrowed. looking up from taking her other shoe off she was met with alessia's smile.

"i take telling tiny went well?" leah chuckled as she wrapped her hands around alessia's hips.

"oh you've got lovie's approval" alessia smiled before continuing, "but i think it's only cause she loves having her football sessions in the back garden with you" alessia pointed out as a smug smile appeared across leah's face as she pulled the blonde closer to her.

"which by the way is recking my lawn!" alessia poked leah accusingly at her chest. part may be from the fact the grass is used a lot but also could be from the lack of sun some parts lacked.

"hey! that's our mini medow park your dissin'-" leah defended you along with herself, as alessia rose an eyebrow, "but maybe these are a start to fixing the lawn" leah moved her hands which were previously rested on the blondes hips to find the bunch of flowers which had stood on the ground for the last five minutes.

“mhm it’s a start” alessia trailed off looking at the flowers — which did so happen to be her favourite — with a loving smile as she looked back up leah playfully rolling her eyes at the comment before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to the blondes lips.

leah trying to the bring alessia closer by pulling her hips closer but the obstruction of the flowers being there as the plastic which covered them began to crinkle, making alessia jump back slightly at the sudden sound.

“better?” leah asked as the twos foreheads rested against one another’s, a small smile appearing on alessia’s face as she whispered, “much better” planting another quick kiss to leah’s lips.

“i love you-“ leah began but was interrupted by the sound of something falling not long after your voice could be heard echoing through the hallway, “mummy! i accidentally spilled my drink” you called out in a worried tone as you looked at the juice which was currently pooling on the floor.

“sorry duty calls!” alessia giggled as she paused pulling away from leah hands which were resting on alessia hips. “don’t worry lovie, mummy will clean it up!”

alessia began to turn her back to retreat to the kitchen the flowers still in her hand, as a small gasp escaped leah making alessia turn back around with a slight confused look. “say it back!”

“what? oh- i love you too leah williamson.” alessia sung out as she winked at her, swaying her hips as she spun on her heel to make her way back to the kitchen to get a cloth before going to reveal the mess you’d made of her floor with your drink.

[majikkulu]

✮ ˖° ⸜ masterlist ꕤ ･

╭₊˚๑  ૮꒰˶˃  ᵕ  ˂˶꒱ა  ♡

in  this  pick-a-card  reading,  we’re  unlocking  the  magic  you  don’t  see  about  yourself.  the  hidden  strengths,  radiant  energy,  and  untapped  potential  that  make  you  unstoppable!

remember,  this  is  a  general  reading.  take  what  resonates  and  let  the  rest  flow  away.

trust  your  intuition,  choose  the  picture  or  pile  that  calls  to  you,  and  let  the  magic  unfold!

✧˖°.₊  ♡  ✩˚  ༘

﹒ ﹢ ♡. PILE ONE ﹑ ﹒   there's  a  depth  to  you,  a  quiet  intensity  that  makes  everything  feel  more  meaningful.  you  have  an  incredible  balance  within  yourself,  light  and  dark  coexisting  in  perfect  harmony.  it's  like  you  can  juggle  a  thousand  things  without  ever  breaking  a  sweat,  moving  through  life  with  ease  and  grace.  nothing  seems  too  hard  or  impossible,  because  you  have  this  composed,  adaptable  nature  that  lets  you  bend  without  ever  breaking.  no  matter  what  chaos  surrounds  you,  you  maintain  your  calm  center,  your  ability  to  balance  it  all  unwavering.  you  know  exactly  how  to  give  and  receive,  maintaining  equilibrium  within  yourself.  there’s  a  sense  of  peace  that  follows  you.  your  energy is naturally  nurturing  and  healing.  you  possess  an  intuitive  understanding  of  the  world,  a  quiet  wisdom  that  makes  everything  seem  clearer.  you're  both  deeply  open  and  fiercely  protective  of  your  energy,  knowing  when  to  allow  the  flow  and  when  to  set  boundaries.  your  worth  is  undeniable,  and  it's  never  up  for  negotiation.  you  don’t  need  to  shout  for  attention,  because  your  presence  is  enough.  you’ve  learned  the  value  of  protecting  your  time  and  energy,  and  only  those  who  truly  align  with  your  essence  will  understand  the  space  you  create.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. PILE TWO ﹑ ﹒ you  know  your  worth  without  a  doubt,  and  it  radiates  from  you.  this  energy  that  says,  "i  know  what  i  deserve,  and  i  won’t  settle  for  less."  you're  unapologetically  chasing  what  you  want,  fully  embracing  your  power.  confidence  flows  from  you  in  a  way  that  others  can  only  wish  they  had,  a  quiet  assurance  in  your  own  happiness.  you  find  joy  in  the  smallest  moments,  a  reminder  that  true  contentment  comes  from  within.  independent  and  self-reliant,  you  don’t  need  validation  from  anyone  to  know  your  own  value.  you  shine  because  you  embrace  your  true  self,  unapologetically.  your  work  ethic  is  unmatched,  always  pushing  forward  because  you  know  success  isn’t  handed  to  anyone.  what  makes  you  a  star  is  your  relentless  commitment  to  growth,  constantly  striving  for  the  next  level.  you  keep  moving,  determined,  understanding  that  every  step  forward  is  one  closer  to  your  dreams.  quitting  is  never  an  option  for  you.  there's  a  quiet  strength  in  you,  an  unspoken  power  that  demands  attention  without  saying  a  word.  you're  someone  who  might  be  artistic,  or  maybe  you  have  a  unique  skill  that  sets  you  apart.  whatever  it  is,  you’ve  earned  it,  and  it's  time  to  recognize  and  celebrate  it.  what  truly  makes  you  shine  is  your  selflessness.  your  ability  to  not  only  focus  on  your  own  journey  but  also  elevate  those  around  you.  whether  you  realize  it  or  not,  people  notice  your  talents,  your  gifts,  and  the  way  you  bring  out  the  best  in  them.  your  imagination  is  vast,  and  you  likely  have  a  knack  for  manifesting  your  dreams  into  reality.  you  dream  big,  and  with  your  vision,  there's  nothing  you  can't  achieve. 

﹒ ﹢ ♡. PILE THREE ﹑ ﹒ you  radiate  authority  and  dominance,  commanding  attention  without  even  trying.  you  take  charge,  lead  the  way,  and  never  settle  for  anything  less  than  what  you  deserve.  you're  not  about  instant  gratification.  you  think  ahead,  always  planning  for  the  future.  when  life  gets  chaotic,  you  approach  it  with  a  sense  of  maturity  and  wisdom,  never  allowing  emotions  or  impulses  to  cloud  your  judgment.  there’s  a  provider  energy  within  you,  the  kind  of  person  others  can  always  rely  on.  you’re  steadfast,  loyal,  and  unwavering,  a  rock  in  times  of  need.  you  never  back  down.  some  might  call  you  stubborn,  but  it’s  just  that  fighter  spirit  within  you,  never  willing  to  let  anything  shake  you,  no  matter  how  gut-wrenching  it  might  be.  obstacles  don’t  stop  you.  they  only  fuel  your  determination.  your  sheer  power  attracts  rivals  and  challengers,  but  you  embrace  it.  your  confidence  and  light  filling  every  room  you  enter.  even  through  struggles,  your  light  never  dims.  it  only  burns  brighter.  you  have  this  ability  to  make  life  feel  thrilling,  full  of  endless  potential,  and  worth  every  moment.  you  make  everything  better,  making  happiness  seem  like  a  natural  state  of  being.  even  with  that  serious  demeanor,  you  know  how  to  enjoy  life  and  find  joy  in  the  little  things.  you  stand  your  ground,  never  letting  anyone  walk  over  you.  you’ve  got  that  fire  within,  those  claws  that  can  strike  when  necessary,  making  you  an  intimidating  force  in  the  best  way  possible.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. PILE FOUR ﹑ ﹒ you  possess  a  wisdom  that  goes  far  beyond  your  years,  a  deep  well  of  knowledge  that  feels  ancient,  almost  as  if  it’s  been  cultivated  over  lifetimes.  you're  someone  who  thinks  deeply,  always  searching  for  meaning  and  purpose  in  the  world  around  you.  solitude  doesn't  faze  you.  you  find  comfort  in  your  own  company,  relishing  the  quiet  moments  where  you  can  reflect  and  simply  be.  you’re  not  one  to  conform  to  what  others  expect  of  you.  you  do  what  you  want,  unapologetically.  people  might  not  always  see  this  introspective  side  of  you,  but  it’s  there,  grounded  in  high  standards  and  an  unwavering  refusal  to  settle  for  anything  that  doesn’t  align  with  your  true  self.  sometimes,  you  might  feel  disconnected,  like  others  don’t  quite  understand  you.  you  know  you’re  different,  and  you're  not  afraid  to  stand  apart  from  the  crowd.  yet,  when  you  want  to,  you  also  own  the  room.  you’re  hot,  beautiful,  and  possess  a  charm  that  leaves  a  lasting  impression.  beneath  that,  there’s  a  fun,  social  side  to  you.  one  that  knows  how  to  bring  people  together,  making  them  feel  seen,  comfortable,  and  celebrated.  with  your  small  circle  of  close  friends,  you  let  your  guard  down,  shining  in  a  way  that's  all  your  own.  you’re  the  kind  of  person  people  just  want  to  be  around,  your  natural  humour  and  wit  make  everything  more  enjoyable.  you  have  this  effortless  way  of  making  others  laugh  and  feel  good  about  themselves.

[lvlybin]

𖦹 ̼   ᮫   JUNOᘞ̸⠀ ׁ ₊ SUNG HAN BIN

summary   ༝༚༝༚ … you thank your lucky stars that Sung Hanbin was brought into your life. you’re even more grateful that you both have made it this far: marriage, home, jobs… the only thing that’s missing are tiny versions of you both and he’s more than happy to provide 18+ MDNI

wc 5187 ! ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა     ۫  ੭̲    𝓼hb & 𝓯!reader   ⊹   non-idol!au ( short n sweet mini series ) ( library )

爱    ࿁ ⠀ ˚⠀ warnings … unprotected p in v sex, so. much. baby talk, heavy heavy breeding kink, phone sex, masturbation (f!receiving), semi-public sex, oral f!receiving, fingering, nipple play, clit play, bulge kink?, talks of periods and ovulating   ︩︪

✉️ I feel insane for writing this >_< literally just something about this man I guess… enjoy my loves

“You’re so lucky to have a boyfriend like him,” was always the first thing people told you when they would meet Hanbin. The way their eyes would scan over him: his pretty face and kind smile as he greeted them, a hand resting on the small of your back to make it clear to the person that both you and him were taken. If he weren’t so polite, barely uttering a word or two to a friend of yours, you would’ve gotten jealous at how much attention he attracted. But of course, his mother had raised him to have a personality that would fit the perfect genes his father had given him.

It was easy to assume that he was out of your league, especially when you first met him, although he never made you feel that way. Hanbin made sure you knew how you were the only one for him–how you were the only woman who had the entirety of his being and praised you for simply existing. And the truth was, you really were lucky. Lucky to have found someone capable of so much love and someone that complimented you like he was made for you. It was as if the two of you were cut from the same cloth because even from the first interaction, he understood you better than anyone else and when he had laughed, those cute whisker dimples appearing on his skin, you were a goner. 

“YN won the lottery,” your best friend had laughed when you had shown her the picture of the man who had asked you on a date after the smallest interaction in the coffee shop. 

Laying on her bed, fuzzy socks clad on your feet and 13 Going on 30 playing in the background, you had popped another kernel of popcorn in your mouth as you rolled closer to her. “Right?” as you take your phone back from her, another text from Hanbin alerted on your screen. You grinned, “I don’t know what I did in my past life, but I am grateful for it now.”

Your friend laughs as she sinks into the pillows at the head of her bed, “Keep working that magic to make him fall in love with you.”

“I don’t know, he already seemed head-over-heels when he asked me out.”

She scoffed as Jennifer Garner kissed a young Mark Ruffalo on the TV.

“That’s gonna be you guys someday, getting married. God, YN, I swear if you don’t marry that man–”

“Shh, I just met him,” you giggled and your friend offered her free hand to you. 

Halfheartedly, you high-fived her. “Exactly. The rest of it should be easy.”

And it was. The next night with Hanbin only solidified it, and being with him finally introduced you to what a loving, healthy relationship should be. You made each other happy, and it was like no other person existed to the two of you. Years passed, and you both graduated from university, got a place together, and moved in, settling down and solidifying your jobs. 

None of your friends were surprised when Hanbin popped the question to you privately on the deck of the overwater bungalow you were staying in on your fourth-anniversary trip to Fiji. Or at the fact that you had said yes. 

It was a dream come true getting married to him. Your wedding day was everything you had wanted since you were a little girl, especially the groom, and for two more years, the two of you were enough. Until Hanbin started talking about getting you pregnant. 

Folded at the waist over the marble countertop of your shared kitchen, your husband groans loudly as he buries his length deep inside of you again. Your walls flutter weakly around him, his pace slow and harsh as you feel the veins of his length drag along the inside of your cunt. Hanbin’s grip against the back of your waist is bruising and all you can do is call out his name as one of his hands reaches around you to push against your lower stomach, feeling himself push into you again and again. 

The pressure has you seeing stars and Hanbin coos softly, “Yeah, baby, let me take care of you… I’ll take such good care of you, just let go and feel it for me.”

“Binnie!” you cry out, feeling that coil inside you getting ready to snap and Hanbin pants heavily. 

“‘M here, my love, I’m here,” he gasps out, thumb brushing over the hardened bud of your clit and you don’t have to see him to know he’s smirking as your orgasm hits you. As you ride out your high, his hand drifts over the soft part of skin just above your mound, his hips slamming into yours much faster. 

“You’d look so pretty pregnant,” he mutters under his breath and you gasp softly. “Wanna put a baby in you, breed you so good and see your tummy get round–” Hanbin has to stop himself and he lets out a choked moan. The overstimulation’s beginning to hit you, but you can’t find yourself to care, your fuzzy mind filled with thoughts of him having you in a way no one has had you before. No one other than him would be able to have you.

“Give it to me,” you grit out, slowly losing what little you have left of your composure. “I’ll give you a baby–”

He’s releasing inside of you before you can utter anything else.

It only gets worse after that impromptu session that random Wednesday morning. You knew Hanbin had great stamina, but clearly, you underestimated how high his sex drive could actually get. More often than not you were waking up with his head between your thighs, his tongue lazily flicking your clit as he begged you to give him some relief before he had to leave for the day. He had you working your hips over him whenever you tried to sit next to him on the couch, had your mouth around him while he was driving you both home from work, was joining you in the shower any chance he got–he was insatiable. 

Things increased tenfold when you both attended your niece’s fourth birthday party. It was strange to you that throughout the few hours you’d spent there, Hanbin hadn’t approached you once, opting to spend time with your brother-in-law and father, which was extremely unlike him. Normally, he would be attached to your hip, but it was your niece who was held in your arms for those few hours, demanding your whole attention. You missed the way Hanbin’s eyes darkened just in the slightest as you so effortlessly picked up your niece, speaking to her softly and making her laugh.

It was so natural for you, and Hanbin felt that small voice in the back of his head that had been steadily growing louder the past few weeks finally snap. If he got any closer to see you like this, he wouldn’t be able to contain himself, so he watched you from a distance. The image painted in his mind of your niece having his nose, your eyes, his face shape, your smile– it was almost too much to bear. He was tense for the rest of the birthday party. And for the entirety of the car ride home.

Later that night, after you had already gotten ready for bed, sitting between the sheets as you waited for Hanbin to finish up in the bathroom while scrolling on your phone was when he finally brought the topic up.

“What d’you think about having kids?” he’d asked through the open bathroom door. The words caused you to look up from your phone immediately, your heart racing. 

“I want them,” you started softly. “They’re a big responsibility though, I don’t just want to rush right into it…”

His head popped out from around the edge of the door and he looked so adorable, hair a fluffy mess and skin shining a bit from the moisturizer he’d just applied. “...Could we maybe start thinking about having them?”

You turn your phone off as the corners of your lips twitch into a smile, “How long have you been thinking about this, Bin?” His cheeks turn a light shade of pink as he turns off the light in the bathroom, entering the bedroom. You laugh softly as he shrugs and practically throws himself onto the bed. 

“A while…” he admits shyly, burying his face into your stomach, your shirt separating him from your bare skin. “I want it so bad, though. I’m in love with you, I’ll always be in love with you, and I want you to be the mother of my children.”

“You can’t just say that–”

He laughs, “But it’s true!”

You’re silent for a moment, running your fingers through his hair, the sensation helping you gather your thoughts. When he looks up at you, eyes wide and pleading, you feel your resolve crumble, “Please?”

How are you supposed to say no to that?

“Well…” You have to look straight ahead, avoiding eye contact with him as you voice your thoughts for the sole point of not getting distracted. “We both want kids… and we’re financially stable…” Hanbin lets out soft hums of agreement at each thing you list, moving up your body until his face is right next to yours. 

“Please let me get you pregnant.”

“Hanbin–” You try, but his lips are pressing against your neck and suddenly it’s so much harder to think. 

“You’d look so pretty. Your belly full of our child and you wouldn’t have to lift a finger.” He mouths at a sensitive spot of skin and you arch your back to press your body closer to his. “I’d take such good care of you…”

“I’d… I’d still have to get off the pill.”

Hanbin chuckles, “I’d love you so good that your birth control wouldn’t stand a chance.” You let out a noise somewhere between a giggle and a moan as he pulls away from your neck, a smile on his face as you make eye contact with him.

“Then consider it done,” you whisper to him just before his lips meet yours.

The next day, you turn off your alarm for when you’re supposed to take the pill, and Hanbin’s more than happy to throw the little foil packet into the trash. And to fuck you on the bathroom counter afterward. 

The first week of being off of birth control you get your period. It’s surprisingly nowhere as near as heavy as you expected, but it’s still annoying to deal with, except for Hanbin being the angel he is and comforting you through the first two days of the subtle pain. Bringing you your favorite snacks, cuddling you whenever you asked for it, and giving you massages. Even though this level of care was nothing new, Hanbin hadn’t hesitated to bring up how this was his practice for when you were pregnant. You had rolled your eyes at his words. 

But when you start ovulating, it’s torture. The worst it’s been in a while, actually, and sitting at work all day, mind running a thousand miles a minute with thoughts of Hanbin, Hanbin, Hanbin and you wish you’d never gotten off of the pill. You shift in your seat, unable to focus on anything as you feel your panties cling to you, the slightest movement making you want to scream out in frustration. 

when’re you gonna be done with work tonight?

Your husband responds almost immediately:

binnie!

Around 5

Why?

You grumble a little, sending him another message and trying to be as blunt as possible.

I’m so horny Hanbin

can’t believe I actually listened to you and went off the pill this is horrible

The three little dots appear and bounce around for a few moments only for four little words to pop up on your screen.

binnie!

Go to the bathroom

You’re getting up from your desk immediately, making your way to the family restroom and locking the door behind you just as Hanbin’s contact appears on your phone. You don’t hesitate to answer his call.  

“Is it that bad?” is the first thing he asks and you squeeze your eyes shut, rubbing your temples with your free hand. 

“Maybe I’m being a little dramatic, but I cannot focus on anything for the life of me– Hey, don’t laugh.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he gets out between the sweet sounds of his laughter. Just hearing his voice is already making you feel better. He’s quiet for a moment after his chuckles die down, “Do you want help?”

A rush of arousal goes through you, “Please.”

“Okay, honey do whatever you need to do and I’ll stay on the phone with you–”

“Just– Keep talking,” you breathe out, your hand that’s not holding your phone undoing the button of your pants so you would have enough room to slip your hand into your panties. He laughs softly again and the sound practically has you gushing all over the fabric of your clothes. 

Your fingers run through the wetness growing at your entrance, making sure you have enough lubrication before you begin circling your clit. “Oh, my sweet girl… You’re so good for me. Doing all of this so we can have a family.” You let out a small whimper and Hanbin coos gently, his voice low and intimate.  

“I’ll make it so worth it, baby. You’re not gonna be leaving our bed at all tonight.” Your breaths are coming out in soft pants, struggling to control yourself as your movements quicken and your hips buck to meet your hand, practically humping your fingers. “‘M gonna come in you over and over and over again so there’s no chance that you won’t be pregnant by tomorrow.”

Your voice is breathy and you have to bite your tongue to stay quiet, “Please Binnie.”

“Tell me what you’re doing.” You swallow down a moan.

“Rubbing my clit. Trying to do it like you do but it’s hard,” you complain, trying to stay as quiet as possible as you run a finger over the hardened bud, only drawing yourself closer to your release. 

“I’m here, baby, just keep doing what feels good,” Hanbin encourages and if your head wasn’t the slightest bit fuzzy, you would probably be able to hear the strain in his voice. You press a little harder and you feel your high beginning to creep up on you, leaning your head back against the bathroom wall. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you whisper, holding on just for the sake of waiting for his permission. 

Hanbin hums, “It’s okay, my sweet girl, let go.” 

Your orgasm washes over you instantly and your teeth sink into the side of your cheek to prevent you from crying out, Hanbin’s soft praises helping you ride out the length of your high. When you finally calm down, Hanbin’s the first to speak. 

“Feel better.” You smile weakly. “Much. Thank you.”

He chuckles, “It’s the least I can do. Are you sure you’re gonna be okay for the rest of the day?”

You pull your phone away from your face to look at the time, “Just a few more hours. If I need anything else I’ll just call you again.” The smile in his voice is evident.

“I hope you would,” he pauses for a moment. “I love you.”

It’s your turn to smile, it’s almost subconsciously, but you can’t help it. “I love you. I’ll see you when you come to pick me up.”

“I’ll see you soon,” he repeats back to you, before you end the call, giving yourself a moment alone to catch your breath and try to get your hormones under control.

Surprisingly, you’re able to get some things done for the rest of the day. Maybe it’s the motivation from being able to see your husband in just a few hours, but time doesn’t pass by nearly as slow as it did in the morning. Finally, you clock out, entering the parking garage after Hanbin messages you that he’d arrived. You’d never been so relieved to see his car in your life. And your heart rate increases tenfold when he gets out of the driver’s side, you traveling the short few steps before wrapping your arms around him tightly. The velvety sandalwood scent that clings to him infiltrates your senses and you let out a deep sigh, relaxing immediately.

He rubs your back, kissing your head softly, “I missed you.”

“Missed you more.” You pull away slightly to peck him on the lips, “Let’s go home?” At your suggestive tone, Hanbin smirks a little, never letting go of you as he makes his way around the front of the car, opening the passenger's side door for you. 

“Let’s.”

You’ve never wanted to teleport so badly in your life, the car ride back to the house feeling like it stretched on longer than your entire work day. The best you could do to distract yourself from the longing growing inside of you again was watch as the city passed by, doing everything in your power to not look over at your husband because his hand resting on your thigh was more than enough. You figured that Hanbin must be as sexually frustrated as you, or at least the smallest bit with the way his fingers began to dig into your skin and the brief image of him gripping the steering wheel tightly. But to your disappointment, his impeccable control was still intact when you both entered your house.

Hanbin hadn’t pushed you up against the wall or bent you over the nearest surface, he’d simply taken off his shoes, then your own before walking towards the kitchen. You gaped a little, eventually following him while wondering what happened to that desperate man from a few weeks ago. All you could do was watch in disbelief as Hanbin dug around in the fridge, getting out some leftovers and warming them up before placing them in front of you.

“Eat.” You were getting tired of his one-word commands as you slid into one of the seats at the island counter, beginning to eat quickly. “Slow down a little, honey, I don’t want you to choke,” he laughed softly, reaching to hold your wrist and force you to relax your movements. 

You tilt your head, “Hanbin.” He responds with a soft hum. “Do you really have to draw this out even more?”

“Do you remember what I said on the phone earlier?”

Carefully, you eat another mouthful of the food before answering, “That you were gonna take care of me.”

“I did say that,” he agrees, leaning on the counter with his hands. “What I meant, though, was how I’m not letting you leave our bed tonight.”

Oh. You didn’t think it was possible to feel even more turned on.

“And you’re not going to, so eat.” Your face flushes as you hesitantly resume eating. His warm brown eyes never leave you as the contents of the plate slowly disappear, and when you swallow the final bite, Hanbin is taking the plate away. He sets it by the sink and then before you can process where he is, you’re in his arms and his lips are pressing harshly against yours.

It’s like he’s trying to consume you as his mouth melds so perfectly against your own, his tongue slipping past your lips when you gasp at the suddenness to swirl around your mouth. You grip onto his shoulders tightly, scrunching his shirt under your palms as his hands find the undersides of your thighs, squeezing the skin as he begins to walk. The moments where he pulls away from kissing you are short-lived, only meant for taking in small breaths and to make sure he wasn’t going to run into a wall. He shifts your weight against him as he pushes the door to your bedroom open.

Your feet find the floor and Hanbin’s holding your face with his hand as his taste continues to fill your mouth, making your brain cloudy and full of thoughts of just him, him, him. Gently, you push at his chest, breaking the kiss to catch your breath, a small string of spit connecting your mouths. Hanbin smiles and your heart almost beats out of your chest. 

His hands slide under the bottom of your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your waist as he begins guiding you backward. 

“Needed you so badly today. You sounded so pretty on the phone my dick was hard for hours,” he groans before his lips land on your neck. Hanbin bites softly, leaving marks all over the expanse of your skin and when his teeth brush against a particularly sensitive spot, you yelp. His breath is warm against your neck as he sucks at the spot harshly before pulling away. 

“Want it, Bin, want it so bad– Need you inside me.”

“Be patient,” he mumbles, but with the way his hands are instantly pulling at the hem of your shirt, you can tell that he doesn’t want to wait either. “And be careful with what you say.” His tone is heavy with lust as you fall back against the covers of your bed, the sheets a mess since neither of you had bothered to make it that morning. 

“Either way I’m gonna get what I want,” you say as he tugs the straps of your bra down, muttering a few words of annoyance as he reaches behind you to undo the clasp. 

His hands feel so big as he pulls the clothing in, his cheeks turning pink as he drinks in the sight of your bare chest. “And what is it you want?”

“Want your baby.” Hanbin practically groans at the three words, mouth lowering to the top of your tits to trail soft kisses in a horizontal line across them both. 

A small moan leaves your lips, “Sounds like you want it as much as I do.” His pink lips are wrapping around one of your nipples, running his tongue over the bud and sucking to erect the nerves.

“‘M gonna make you a dad.” His fingers pinch harshly at your other nipple, which he quickly soothes by running the pad of his thumb over it. It was almost like a warning, but all it made you do was rub your thighs together, wanting more friction. When Hanbin removes himself from your nipple, it already feels sore, the skin red as he kisses it quickly. Then the other. 

“Can’t wait to see your tits get all swollen. You gonna let me massage them? Let me make you feel better while your body grows our baby?”

“Yes,” you groan out eagerly, arching your back slightly to press your body closer to his.  

“I know, baby, I know,” he reassures, rubbing your nipples in small circles as he kisses his way down your stomach. “You’re gonna be so relaxed, you’re gonna feel so good that you won’t even care how full you’re gonna be with my cum.”

“Please, Binnie,” you whine as his hands leave your breasts to undo your pants, pulling them down your legs impatiently along with your panties. He hums a little as his hands gently guide your thighs apart. 

His thumb dips into your entrance just the smallest bit, collecting your wetness before spreading it all around your pussy, avoiding your clit. “Relax,” he repeats, kissing your inner thigh before wrapping his lips around your clit. Hanbin’s tongue flicks quickly over your most sensitive spot, making you cry out and your hand shoots down to hold him against you. 

“You taste so good,” he mumbles against you, and the vibration has you reeling, bucking your hips toward his face. The tip of his tongue teases you, gently moving the bud back and forth as you feel spit run down from your clit to your entrance, making your opening even more messy. Hanbin sucks on the hard little nub as his middle finger begins to work its way into you, the thrusts deep and slow as he eases you open. The sounds of his finger pumping into your pussy and his slurping against your clit make you cry out louder, and you prop yourself up onto one of your elbows to get a better view of him.

His eyes are already on you, pupils blown wide. “You’re so pretty, Binnie. Mouth feels s’good,” you slur, running your hand through his hair, and your praise has him pushing another finger into you. “God! Make me cum, Bin– Make me cum,” you whine as he stops sucking on you, flattening his tongue and lapping at you, fingers speeding up and curling so perfectly that your wetness is gushing around him. 

Every time he eats you out, he acts like a starved man. Desperate for your attention and desperate for your pleasure as he ruts against the bed every so slightly, eyes falling shut as he takes your clit back into his mouth. The pressure has you practically sobbing and you feel yourself clench around his digits when a third finger brushes against your hole.

“Y’gonna cum already?” Hanbin teases and you let out a frustrated grumble. 

“I’ve been waiting for this all day, don’t tease me.” 

He thrusts his fingers into you roughly and you’re falling apart around him, his thumb resting on your clit to give you enough friction to enjoy your orgasm as his face comes back to hover over yours. 

“Was thinking about your pussy all day too, baby, no need to get angry.” 

“‘M not angry, I just need you to fuck me.” Hanbin chuckles and his lips meet yours in an opened mouth kiss, the taste of you heavy on his tongue. He pulls away just enough to slip his shirt over his head as your shaking, weak hands fumble with his belt. Soothingly, he kisses you again, taking your hands in his own and placing them on his shoulders before he takes care of the rest of his clothes himself. 

You want to cry in relief when you feel his tip run along your entrance, collecting the wetness that had seeped out of you from your previous orgasm. “Ready?”

“Please,” you whine and Hanbin doesn’t hesitate to slowly push his length into you. Both of you are moaning as he fills you up, that itch you’d needed to scratch all day finally subsiding as the weight of him rests inside your pussy, letting you adjust around him. You both kiss lazily for a moment as you relax. “You can move,” you finally whisper into his mouth.

Hanbin’s hands wrap around your calves gently as he guides them towards your face, your thighs pressing against your chest and allowing him to get deeper inside of you as he begins to fuck into you. “My wife, only for me, right?”

He starts at a borderline painfully slow pace, getting lost in the feeling of your velvety walls wrapped around him so tightly and enjoying how you’re pinned underneath him. Your hands clutch at the sheets beneath you, mouth falling open at the steadiness and precision his hips have as his knees dig into the mattress. 

“Only– f’you, Binnie!” 

“Mhm.” And if it weren’t for the way his eyebrows are slightly furrowed, you would think your fluttering walls around him weren’t even affecting him. “All mine. All mine to love, and to fuck, and to get pregnant.”

“Ah!” You cry out as he begins forcing into you at a faster pace. “Yes! Need it~ Need you to fill me up–”

“Keep your eyes on me,” Hanbin demands, his drag along your walls ruthless and everything feels so intimate. His fingers find your clit again, rubbing it harshly and flicking it side to side, trying to build up your pleasure so you can’t focus on anything else. He pulls out to the tip, pushing into you again and he feels a rush of your arousal spill around his length, causing him to moan as well. “Want this forever, baby. You don’t understand–”

“Yes, please, forever,” you blabber, so dick-drunk and gone already. He chuckles, tongue slipping out to lick at the sweat building up on his upper lip. “Baby… Baby~”

“I know, sweet girl, I’m gonna give it to you,” Hanbin reassures, hand leaving your calf to press against your abdomen. “Feel how deep I am? That’s where I’m gonna finish, ‘s where you’re gonna get all round and full with our baby and– Fuck,” he curses, feeling you clench tightly around him. 

He looks at your dazed eyes, love evident in his expression and it almost feels like it’s too much. But you want it, you want it so bad, the images of him holding your baby consuming your mind and you pant out little, ‘Ah-Ah-Ah’s weakly. Hanbin’s thrusts slow a bit, but with the way he’s hitting that spot inside of you every time, you don’t really notice that much. 

“Oh yeah, you like that so much, don’t you?”

“Please.” Is all you can manage, reaching up to hold his face with your hands, desperate for something to ground you as he begins to fuck into you at a faster speed again. Hanbin kisses you gently, a complete contrast from the way he’s moving inside of you and rubbing you and he’s never been like this before but you do–you like it so much.

His upper body comes to cover yours as he removes his hand from your clit, resting his elbows on either side of your head so he can see your face as you approach your high. “‘M close–”

“Cum for me,” he gets out, hips moving to provide you as much pleasure as possible, feeling himself near his orgasm as well. “Cum for me, I’m right behind you.”

You moan out his name loudly as you fall over the edge, nose pressed against his as his eyes stare into your own. Hanbin’s mouth drops open a bit as he feels you cum around him, burying himself inside of you as he releases as well. The warmth of his cum inside of you has you whimpering slightly, both of you breathing heavily as you catch your breath for a moment. Hanbin pulls out of you with a small ‘pop’– looking down to watch as his release leaks out of you. 

A soft sob leaves your lips as his fingers gather the liquid, forcing it back into you. “Shh, shh, shh,” he shushes you, and you flinch at the overstimulation, hips jerking away from him a bit. Which he clearly doesn’t like, his hands pinning your hips down as he fits his length into you again. 

“Don’t run away from it…” he trails off, leaning over to kiss you sweetly. “We want it to take, right? I don’t care if I have to handcuff you to the bed, ‘m gonna make sure you’re pregnant by tomorrow morning.” And when you feel Hanbin begin to weakly buck into you again, you know he’s not lying.

[kaiser1ns]

#. PINK BOW, MY HEART GOES POW !

featuring 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ıllı. takiishi chika, endo yamato

fluff + slight suggestive. just you wrapping a pink ribbon bow around their bicep, the sight makes you insane.

TAKIISHI CHIKA

You have been dying to try this trend, even had a dream of your boyfriend being all adorned with cute little bows in his hair. But, now you sit in front of him with pleading hands and eyes, holding light pink lace as he just stares at you, a little blankly as he sits on the couch with his arms outstretched and the tank top he's wearing doesn't help at all. You try not to jump on top of him and start kissing and hugging him because he looks so hot, so incredibly hot.

"Please, please, please." you would never beg to a man, but right now your needs were getting the better of you, you had to do it and see it. It would look so cute, with him having a pink ribbon around his bicep. "I will let you do whatever you want, just please make my dreams come true!"

"Fine," he put one of his shoulders forward to you, not the first time you touched him there, nor would it be the last, but right now you just wanted to die. For some reason, you really loved his arms, especially at night when he was holding you close and couldn't let you go, nor did he want to. Once you enter his world, you can't leave. That was the golden rule in your relationship, as strange as it was at times.

You almost couldn't believe that he let you do such a thing, he is like a genie granting you the greatest wish in your whole life.  Quickly moving to sit beside him, unable to stop the squeaks and the giggles, you carefully placed the ribbon against his skin, smoothing it out as you started tying it into a bow. The sight of that pink ribbon on the muscles of his arms was so cute that you could hardly contain yourself.

He watched you, without any visible emotion on his face, as you fussed over getting the bow just right. To him, it was just a piece of fabric, nothing special. But to you, it was a symbol of how the most innocent and smallest things could make your heart swell with love for him.

“Oh my God, you look so cute!” you literally screamed, hands over your mouth, sitting back to admire your piece of art. Grabbing your phone immediately to start snapping pictures, capturing every moment from every possible angle. “Baby, you are just so adorable, I’m going to cry.”

He was so confused, just a ribbon can make you behave like a little kid with a sugar rush, obsessing over something as small as a bow.  “Why is this making you happy?” 

“You don’t get it, do you?” you teased, setting down your phone aside and leaning closer to him, heart beating so loud and so fast to the point it may burst at any given second. Poor Chika doesn't know that he can give his girlfriend a heart attack, just by being him. “It’s just my way of appreciating you and your beautiful and strong arms that keep me safe, day and night.”

“It’s just a bow, wrapped around my bicep.” he let out a sigh, shaking his head slightly, “It's nothing special, but if you say so.”

But you weren't paying attention to his words anymore, instead, you focused on how close you were to him now, just inches apart but you could feel the heat and the warmth radiating from his body. You wanted to do more than just look at him and without thinking, you sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. You didn't miss seeing the tattoo, on the back of his arm as you smiled softly when you turned to look at his face now, the need to be close to him was overwhelming.

“Why don’t we just cuddle?” you whispered, looking him through your lashes, nibbling on his cheek. If he was cute, then he didn’t know what you were. “Just you and me, and that pink bow that ties us together.” 

What magic did you put on him to soften around you? The arm with the ribbon, wrapped around your waist as he relaxed. It ties us together, you say. He smirked, then he should also tie you later, to see what's so exciting about this lace, to show you how much he loves you too.

ENDO YAMATO

It was his idea for you to tie a ribbon to his bicep, and it's probably the best thing he has come up with. Endo didn't have such sculpted and tight muscles before, yes he was strong, but now... You were drooling at the sight of his buffy and tattooed arms. He knew what he was doing, he always did. Sitting on the kitchen counter, he was between your legs and you took a deep breath — you just had to tie two ribbons to both of his biceps. How easy is that, right? Wrong. It wasn't easy at all, especially the way he looked at you, so smitten like you were the only person in his world, knowing full well you weren’t but you sure took a large of his heart and mind.

“Doll, you just have to tie them, take a photo, and make it your new wallpaper,” he says like it's that simple, yes you're going to make the photo your new wallpaper, you can't help but do it. He smiled sweetly at you, a little playful even, and you took the two pink laces from his hands without hesitation. "I'll make the prettiest ribbons so you won't want to take them off."

"Your wish is my command," you first grabbed his left hand giving it a light squeeze before tying the lace into a cute ribbon. You met his eyes for just a moment and blushed slightly as you began tying a ribbon around his right bicep. "You have very gentle hands, you know that?"

Yes, of course, you do. ”Do I? Maybe I’m just extra careful because I don’t want to ruin this perfect canvas,” you replied, cheeks warming at his compliment, trying to focus on the ribbons and not how his muscles tensed beneath your touch.

Once you were done, he couldn't resist flexing his muscles again, and you could see the lase straining, almost ready to snap. “First, let me take a photo, then you can flex as much as you want,” you said, quickly grabbing your phone. You took a couple of photos, capturing the contrast of the delicate ribbons against his inked arms. But then you had another idea. “Yamato, hug me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, wrapping his arms around you, the bows stood out even more. Only your face was visible, his was resting on your shoulder, but you smiled for the camera as you took a selfie. And just like that, you had your new wallpaper.

“You can let go now,” you teased, but Endo had no intention of letting go. Instead, he swept you off, lifting you in a bridal carry like you were some feather. “Wouldn't dream of it, sweets,” he murmured, eyes now telling you something else. “Now, how about I show you just how strong these really arms are?”

You were shocked by how easily he handled you, but you trusted him completely into letting him take the lead. His strength wasn't just physical—it was the way he could make you feel safe and excited all at once, just by telling you sweet nothings like it was his second nature. Your heart raced, cheeks getting ever redder as he carried you towards the bedroom, knowing full well that he was just getting started.

taglist :: @maruflix

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[lovebyhyun]

the rush

genre : fluff, han jisung x reader

synopsis : when your best friend is finally ready to give his feelings for you a name.

warnings : jisung is shy, reader is unaware of jisung’s feelings, slightest mention of masturbation if you squint

a/n : can someone send me a request so i can check if they even work pls? lmao

masterlist

Jisung has always noticed that odd warmth unveiling uncomfortably in his stomach everytime he caught himself staring at you for a bit longer than intended.

He felt every single one of his heartstrings snapping when you flashed him a smile. Even the quickest and the smallest one made his heart skip beats and pump so fast, he almost felt it in his throat.

His feelings drove him crazy, yet he couldn’t shake the thought of you off his mind. All the late nights he spent thinking about you, picturing your face, doing things he wouldn’t admit to doing. Sometimes he felt a little insane with how often you filled his mind.

But deep inside, Jisung knew that he would be the best boyfriend that you could ever dream of. So sweet and loving, so caring and genuine.

He wasn’t in love. It was just a thought.

So he acted normal whenever he was around you. You two were absolutely nothing more than friends. Casual. Yet there was an undeniable amount of despair coating him whenever you’d mention another boy.

Whether it was you talking about yourself going on a date soon, you crying over how your ex cheated on you or you mentioning a male celebrity crush, it made his heart ache.

Han always tried to explain it as “being tired of being single” or “being jealous about how many people y/n is able to pull”. He tried so intensely to believe it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but feel that little spark growing bigger at the very bottom of his heart.

Now his eyes still heavy from sleep and limbs still making a mess with the tangled sheets, he opens his phone right after waking up to check for any important news.

And he saw it.

“im coming over tonight. you better have snacks at yours, love ya<3”

A sweet message from you that made his heart do a tiny backflip. Without realizing it, a small grin started engraving itself onto his face. It was normal for friends to be excited to see each other, right?

A few hours and a few back and forth texts with you later, Jisung prepared a cozy setting for the two of you for tonight. Nothing too crazy, just a few blankets, pillows and lots of snacks.

He remembered every single detail about what makes a movie night the perfect night for you, and he always made the expectations come true. It was the only right thing to do for your best friend of so many years. At least that’s what helped him sleep at night

And you came. Looking like an absolute goddess even in your most comfortable clothes, with no makeup on and a messy hairstyle.

Just with a single glance, he noticed every single detail about your appearance.

How singular strands of your hair framed your face perfectly, your hair tie doing nothing to stop them from getting in your eyes.

How your lashes looked extra long today, even though they had no mascara on. You probably curled them right before leaving.

How your sweater had the slightest stain, barely even noticeable. So of course he saw it. He noticed everything. But he told himself that he was just a very observant person.

He welcomed you in as usual, and you made yourself comfortable on the couch as Jisung put on your favourite show.

Grabbing a pint of ice cream and a spoon, you shot your friend a glance and you simply said

“Thanks for trying. It’s rare to find a friend like you these days.”

Han just looked at you and stopped. What was happening to him? Why was he reacting like this?

“You deserve it.” He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, still he wasn’t sure if it was working.

Even after he finished talking, he didn’t look away. How could he? You were so effortlessly beautiful. You look back at him with a confused look and the tip of his ears went immediately red as he turned to the TV with the speed of light.

Not thinking much of it, you did the same and went back to your ice cream.

Jisung couldn’t quite focus on the characters moving on the screen and the sounds echoing across the room anymore.

Thoughts where rushing through his mind. What was that feeling untying in his chest each time you’d spare him a glance? Was it something more than a friendship he wanted with you?

Breaking him out of his trance, your giggle suddenly filled the room as a funny moment came on the show. And that was it for him.

It was all the confirmation he needed.

Han Jisung loved you.

[yuoimia]

50% YOU AND ME

summary: you two as parents

characters: alhaitham, diluc

notes: gn! reader, fluff, diluc is noted to have a daughter (alhaitham one isn’t specified), wc: 600.

alhaitham

unknowingly spoils his child. both behaviour-wise and financially. which, perhaps, makes the sentiment even more sweet. his tender actions don’t match the sharp words of warning that frequently spill from his lips, diminishing like a blown candle from faltering disappointment. no, he’s most definitely not smiling, let alone smirking from behind his palm!

the one to wake up your child through the late hours of the night to give them a dose of medicine when they’re sick, despite his preference for getting a full eight hours of quality sleep. “i don’t want to deal with your grumpiness in the morning,” he claims when you volunteer. it’s half true, but wouldn’t it be a thousand times more efficient and straightforward if he could just say that he just didn’t want to see you disturbed from your beloved sleep? overworking was something alhaitham could not easily allow.

(also because he knows considers himself a little more lenient than you when it comes to parenting…hearing with an argument at 1 in the morning in the next room about how disgusting the medicine tastes for twenty minutes would be far worse than sacrificing five minutes to reach a more successful outcome)

with love comes discipline, knowledge is important, but happiness is too. to maintain equilibrium between the two is his greatest rule. nights will roll past, not finished without a book or two, a few questions, answers, and inside jokes, ending with a secret snack in the dim light of the kitchen when he checked you had certainly fell asleep (he can’t be caught for a third time, surely? he had just made it up to you..)

alhaitham is handsome. you are ethereal. of course, it’s practically guaranteed from the start that your child would be devastatingly beautiful. at least twice a day, he’ll catch himself completely awed. is that child really 50% of him?

diluc

diluc is a gentle father, his love is like the walls of crimson blossoms blooming all year, around the cobblestone edges of dawn winery’s manor, tendered so they remain exquisite and flowering, but left to their own winding paths and bonds alongside the golden honeysuckles.

morning adventures worthy of trailing journal entries, when the air outside is still crisp and fresh, the swatches of condensing clouds brushed across the pale blue sky. plates of homemade breakfast arranged on the table, your voice reverberating through the quiet halls as pairs of footsteps patter down the stairs.

“will i be able to take a bit of the clouds to put in my box?” your daughter asked, eyes wide and sparkling with the same alluring tint of carnelian as her father. excitement fizzed from her eyes to the tips of her brown boots, now jubilantly kicking the air under the table. from the satchel thrown around her shoulders, she pulled a rectangular box, approximately the size of your hand, decorated with sprawling doodles and glitters. “will it fit in here?” she questioned again, sneaking an apprehensive glance through the arching windows, now biting her lip.

“what are you planning?” you suddenly muttered anxiously, just loud enough, unaware of his previous promise. “you know she can’t actually grab a cloud.”

diluc smiled, facing you with a pleasant expression of satisfaction. “dandelions.”

celebrates the smallest achievements. they aren’t anything short of monumental to him; a significance in their life is just as important to be engraved into his. he keeps a diary of sorts, nothing too extravagant, occasionally entries with the date, maybe a few polaroid pictures, but overflowing with tender dreams, memories and hopes. and his greatest hope of all—that one day, the two people he loves most will be able to read it.

[ego13]

think i should text my ex ── k.mj

─ while drinking with your ex-girlfriend, you both had no idea how the evening would end.

now playing : JAEHYUN ─ Roses

warnings, sensitive content : toy use (strap), rough sex, desparate sex, fingering, face sitting, cunnilingus, face fucking (kinda), breast play, porn with some plot, unprompted sex, hickeys, posessive behaviour, pet names, spanking, dry humping, switch!minjeong

word count : 3.5k+

authors note : this was a request from my pookie, but she asked me to leave her name anonymous, + I slightly changed her request, I hope you don't mind babe😭 AND I ACCIDENTALLY UPLOADED ONE OF MY DRAFTS, you didn't saw that..........

you don't call me

you moved on like you'd have enough

watching videos of her live performances where she acted like she was born to shine on stage, but you, alas, saw it too late. when you were going through a breakup with her, you couldn't even imagine in what direction her whole life could turn, and obviously, on the one hand, you felt envious that she became more successful only after you leave, but on the other hand, you were incredibly proud of her, incredibly happy that the little girl you knew from school had achieved everything she dreamed of in her life.

you've been in a relationship with your... boyfriend for a few months now? it's hard to call it a relationship, because with his presence you're just trying to patch up the hole in your heart due to the absence of your only girl which you need. he understood this, that's why he treated you like shit, because if there are no feelings, what's the point of treating a person as an equal?

and you understood that because of your insecurity and hopelessness you had driven yourself into this corner with no way out, but can you blame yourself for trying to make yourself feel better? the key word is trying, because you've been living for a month now with the thought that without minjeong in your life you'll never be as happy as you are with her.

and it's really true, you knew each other almost from childhood, understood each other at a glance and always supported each other, but something was bothering you, you thought that you had cooled towards her, you left without turning around, not even suspecting that this would become your biggest mistake in life.

not a day went by when you didn't reproach yourself for breaking the heart of someone like her, such a bright, gentle and fragile person, and it touched you to the depths of your soul. but we are all human, we all make mistakes, especially those wrong decisions after which it will be impossible to go back.

was it all in vain? yes. definitely yes, nothing can compare to the painful, ever-reminding and aching emptiness you experience every time you look through your shared photos, memorizing each of them and putting them somewhere in the depths of your mind. in each photograph, highlight the smallest detail about her.

her silly smile, the way her hand rested gently and unobtrusively on your waist in almost every photo, you smiled weakly without realizing it, remembering how shy and embarrassed she was, how her beautiful face would blush a crimson shade every time your hand even accidentally touched her own and the way she would occasionally tug it back, as if afraid you would think she was being pushy.

is it forced upon you? fuck, no, you would give anything to feel her palm next to yours again, remembering how cold her rough hands were forever, how her fingertips, worn down by the guitar strings, touched the tender skin of your back in the morning, connecting the moles with her touches like constellations, the way she confidently remembered the location of each one.

suddenly you felt a transparent tear drop running down your cheek, forcing you to finally come to your senses. there was a half-empty bottle of whiskey lying nearby, which you were about to finish in less than fifteen minutes, and it would seem that the drunker you are, the bolder you are, and it was really so, because you felt like you wanted to break the silence with minjeong that lasted almost two years right now.

your hand unconsciously reached for the phone that was lying on the small coffee table in front of the leather sofa you were sitting on. obviously it wasn't hard for you to find her number, and within a few seconds you were in an empty chat with her, replaying in my head every sweet message of hers and every ridiculous and perhaps even sometimes inappropriate joke of hers.

you: minjeong? is that you?

not expecting a response from her, you were ready to put your phone aside and regret a thousand times that you had written to her at all, until it vibrated from a new notification.

mj: y/n? why are you texting me?

you: nothing, just wanted to make sure that you're doing fine

you: and just letting you know that im so proud of you, minjeong

you: the fact that now you have everything that you've ever dreamt about

you: you are a great girl and I am very glad that I once had a chance to be in a relationship with you and see your talent in conception.

fresh tears had already started to flow freely down your face, ruining your makeup, but now it was the last one that worried you, happy moments with her started to play in your head again, making you sicker and sicker.

mj: thanks, y/n

mj: are you okay? i don't think you would text to me so late

you: no, im not okay, just missed you so much, yk

mj: missed me?

you: yeah, just a little

mj: are you sure that you missed me just a little, y/n?

you felt your hands tremble as you read her last message, fuck, you forgot that this person knows you inside and out, and now you tried to hide such an obvious stupidity from her, what a pitiful sight...

you: okay, not just a little, is this what you wanted to hear?

mj: yes, I just like it when people tell me only the truth, without lies

you: only truth? and if I ask you what you want now, will you be able to answer the truth?

it was obvious that alcohol had loosened your tongue, so now you didn't feel any responsibility, any fear after your words, which surprised you, because if you were sober now, you would definitely fall into the ground just from the thought of texting her.

mj: you

you: what do mean?

mj: you know what i mean, i want you, and you want me to tell the truth, this is what i am doing now

your fingertips trembled even more as heat coursed through your entire body, was she serious? you really couldn't believe it, maybe she missed you too? maybe she's also going crazy from the realization that you'll never be together? maybe she also looks through the photos of you and your happiness every night with tears in her eyes?

it all seemed unreal, unreal, seriously, you couldn't believe in your life that after so much time of silence, suffering and regrets she still wants, still loves, still remembers you?

you: are you serious?

mj: *1 photo attachment*

mj: I'm in the studio now, you can come if you want

opening the photo she sent you with anticipation, all you could see was her lap, on which lay her black, slightly worn and sticker-covered electric guitar. at that moment your palms started to sweat, sweating from the realization that it could happen.

you: I'll come, minjeong, just wait for me, please.

just ten minutes later you were standing right outside the door to her studio, a bag of alcohol in your hands, knowing that you both would need it, at least you clearly weren't planning on doing... this sober.

opening the door, she greeted you with only a weak but sincere smile, gesturing for you to come inside the simple music studio, with posters of her favorite artists hanging on the walls, several vinyl records lay on the table in front of the mixer console, and crumpled, written-on pieces of paper were clumsily scattered across the table.

"sorry for the mess," she said, scratching the back of her head awkwardly, what the fuck is this mess? did she seriously think this was important to you right now? what's important are the fucking scattered drafts of the text, and not her presence, which you've wanted to feel next to you for so long?

"I see that you didn't come empty-handed," She smirked, noticing the cardboard bag of glass bottles that clanked every time you took a step. you just nodded awkwardly at her words, placing it on the table in front of a small, modest sofa.

her attention immediately fell on the contents, looking at the bottles with interest until her choice settled on a bottle of elite gin, which she took out of the bag, placing it next to two glasses.

"so shall we celebrate our little reunion?" she giggled as she poured the bitter alcohol into a glass, clinking glasses with you and drinking the entire contents in one gulp, unlike you, while you took a few small sips you felt the alcohol burning your mouth, feeling the slightly sweet chocolate taste of gin, immediately grimacing.

"so much time has passed and you still haven't learned to drink," she smiled, nibbling on a slice of lemon, setting her glass aside until her gaze finally focused on you.

"well, how are you? how is your boyfriend?"

you immediately started complaining to her about her, telling her what an asshole he is, how he makes you feel inferior, her gaze immediately softened, as if she was truly sympathetically listening to your entire monologue.

"damn... he really is an asshole, I bet he couldn't even make you cum after all this time."

your eyes immediately widened, hearing the words that flew out of her mouth, you thought that you were hearing things, that this was all just a figment of your sick imagination.

"what?" you asked, hoping to clarify whether she had actually said what you wanted to hear, or whether your drunken mind had simply made it all up.

"i said, did he made you cum at least once?"

you nodded your head shyly, confirming her words, which made her smirk again, moving closer to you until your knees touched each other.

"then maybe I should remind you what it's like to be with a woman?" her hand immediately slid to your inner thigh, stroking it through the fabric of your pants, making you sigh heavily, it was like giving her the green light to do her thing, leaning in until your lips were barely a millimeter apart.

her other hand slid up from your thigh, tracing slowly along your ribcage and the side of your breast, stopping just short of being inappropriate. she could feel your soft curves through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. fingers found your nipple through the dress, pinching and rolling the hardened nub between them. her hot breath was heavy against your neck.

"you're so beautiful... i missed this," she said, crashing her lips against yours in a hungry, desperate kiss, her filthy tongue pushed past your lips, exploring your mouth and tangling with yours.

breaking the kiss, she trailed her lips down the column of your neck, sucking and biting at the delicate skin. her hands reached down and grabbed the hem of your t-shirt, yanking it up and over your head in one swift motion.

"god... look at you," minjeong breathed, her eyes roaming over your naked body hungrily, she leaned down and captured one of your nipples between her lips, sucking and flicking the hardened bud with her tongue, she growled, rolling your nipple between her fingers and giving it a sharp pinch, what made you groan loudly, leaning your back against the back of the sofa.

she started to switching between your tits, sucking and biting and licking until your nipples were stiff peaks, glistening with her saliva, kneading and squeezing your breasts roughly.

her other hand slid lower, slipping underneath the fabric of your jeans, to run a finger along your slit. she groaned at the feeling of your wetness, your arousal coating her digit.

"shit, you're so drenched," she muttered, not moving away from your chest like a small child who can’t get away from it. her fingers slowly massaged your clit, until her fingers dived under your panties, slowly sliding her finger inside, slowly stretching you out.

"tightest pussy ever, baby..." she buried her nose in the crook of your neck, gently biting the tender skin, leaving behind barely visible redness, slowly pushing into you, doing it so gently that the unpleasant sensations practically disappeared.

Her lips moved down to your other breast, sucking hard on the nipple as she sank a second finger knuckle-deep into your dripping core, thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

her hand slid down to your ass, squeezing and kneading the firm globes as she rocked against you. she could feel your arousal coating your thighs, feeling you tremble in her arms from the impending orgasm.

minjeong felt your body convulsing beneath her as your orgasm crashed over you, your velvety walls clenching rhythmically around her fingers, making her bite her lower lip at the sight of you underneath her.

"oh, cumming so hard for me, yea?" she licked her lips, gasping surprisingly when your shaking hands pushed her, causing her to fall backwards onto the sofa, hands immediately dived under her skirt, causing her to let out a quiet moan, throwing her head back.

"what are you..." before she could finish speaking, another moan escaped her lips, feeling the pad of your thumb touch her clit, and the sight of you slowly kneeling down in front of the sofa made her blush.

slowly, deliberately you leaned closer, your breath ghosting over the lace of hsr panties, you could smell her arousal, could feel the heat emanating from her cunt, making you lick your lips in anticipation. you tossed the lace aside and settled between her now bare trembling thighs, the sight of her glistening folds making your mouth water, you missed seeing her like this, so needy and trembling.

you kept you touch gentle, well... at first, not wanting to overwhelm her, so you slowly traced your lips and tongue along her slit, teasing her, tasting her essence, you could feel how she was trembling, hear the hitch in her breath.

"i could devour you all night, minjeong-ah," you punctuated your words with a firm suck on her swollen clit, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue, you could feel your squirming and gripping the skin of the sofa, a muffled whimper escaping her mouth, diving in and burying her face between her thighs, roughly squeezing them with his hands, not allowing her to bring her legs together, you licked and suckled her dripping sex with renewed fervor, wanted to make her fall apart on her tongue.

you could hear the desperate, muffled moans and whimpers escaping her mouth, her desparate sounds spurred you to redouble your efforts, tongue delving deeper, stroking and probing her dripping walls that was already clenching around nothing.

your nose pressed against that sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, and you rubbed it in tight circles, breathing in the heady scent of her arousal, you could feel her start to tremble and tense, her thighs squeezing around your head like a vice.

"fuck, fuck, fuck! yes... don't stop, don't you dare to fucking stop, y/n!"

after those words she finished with a loud, muffled whine, repeating the your name, feeling her body tremble in an attempt to recover from the waves of orgasm that washed over her, arching her back, you continued to lick and suckle gently, helping her out the waves of her intense orgasm, licking her clean.

as she slowly descended from her high, you placed soft, reverent kisses along her inner thighs, savoring the afterglow, until her shaking hands pulled you by the neck, pulling you into a lazy kiss, still breathing heavily from the intensity of her orgasm.

"you're divine, fuck, i can't get enough..." she smirked into the kiss as her hands grabbed your hips and sat you down on her lap, causing her skirt to ride up slightly.

"sit on my face, now," her stern voice struck you, but you understood that you had no right to disobey, sighing nervously, you watched with anticipation as she tied her hair into a messy ponytail while you positioned yourself on her, with your thighs on the both sides of her head, when she nodded, giving you a sign, you carefully moved lower, feeling her hot breath on your wet folds.

she leaned in, dragging the flat of her tongue along your inner thigh, feeling her quiver and sigh, her breath was hot against your sensitive skin, she smirked up at you, her chin glistening with your slick arousal, as she continued to pump her tongue in and out of your tight, wet cunt. her other hand slid up your stomach, palming a soft breast, pinching and rolling the stiff nipple between your fingers as she could feel how you was arching into her touch, the way your beautiful desperation written all over your delicate features.

fingers of her other hand was digging into the soft flesh of your ass as you instinctively spread your legs wider, she alternated between long, slow licks and rapid flicks of her tongue, teasing your clit mercilessly.

after only a few minutes she could feel the way your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps as she brought you closer to the edge, she latched onto your clit, sucking and flicking her tongue over it rapidly, could feel your hips bucking against her face, how your thighs trembling around her head as she brought you closer and closer to your release.

you moaned, repeating her name, your voice echoing off the walls of her studio as your body convulsed with the intensity of your climax, your pussy spasmed and clenched around her tongue, gushing your release all over her hand and face.

"yes, baby, fucking drench my face," when you got down on her knees, she leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue. pulling away only after a few minutes, she smirked, did you see in her eyes a spark of something... incomprehensible? as if she had started something that she would not say.

"close your eyes and wait for me," she said, kissing you on the lips before pulling away, despite the stupidity of this situation, you still closed your eyes. while she was gone, all you could hear was a strange rustling in the room, when you were about to open your eyes and look at her, you felt something... hard and silicone press agains your thigh, causing you to open your eyes in surprise, seeing her rubbing her strap against your skin.

"you're fucking pervert, minjeong, does all guitarists keep things like this in their studio?" your words made her smirk, instead of answering she covered your mouth with her hand, "you talk too much, baby..."

she slid a hand between your thighs, her fingers trailing teasingly through your still dripping folds, which seemed to beckon and invite her inside.

she used her free hand to squeeze your ass and line herself up, the swollen head of her strap nudging insistently at your entrance, she raised her hips up, burying herself to the hilt in one powerful thrust, continued to grind her hips in slow, sensual circles, dragging the tip against your G-spot with each move.

"fuck... you're damn tight, y/n..." she could feel the way the you trembled and quaked beneath her, could hear the breathless little mewls and whimpers that spilled from your beautiful kiss-swollen lips which made her to tightened her grip on your thighs, kneading the soft flesh, pulling you harder against her with each roll of her hips, the wet, obscene sound of your fucking shamelessly filled the room, the lewd slap of skin against skin echoing off the walls.

she could feel her own climax building, the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in her core, and after a few seconds you heard her breathing quicken, her movements became a little more jerky, but she almost immediately regained her pace.

"did you finish before me?" you giggled, to which you felt a rough slap on your ass, making you whine, "keep quiet," she punctuated her words with a sharp thrust of her hips, slamming up into your dripping cunt, and a series of repeated harsh slaps almost knocked you off.

minjeong could feel how your walls starting to flutter and clench around her, your body tensing as your climax approached, own surged up to meet your downward thrusts, driving her thick silicone cock deeper, harder, faster, the air was thick with the musky scent of sex and sweat, which slowly drove you both crazy.

with a final, rough thrust, minjeong buried herself inside your spasming cunt, she could feel how your release crashing over her in waves, your pussy gripping and rippling around her thick shaft like a vice.

"yes, baby... just like that, so beautiful for me, fucking only for me, not for your shitty boyfriend," as the final aftershocks of her orgasm. as the last feelings of your mutual climax began to subside, she slumped back against the couch, pulling your limp, sated body against her own as she slowly wrapped her arms around the you possessively, holding her close as you both struggled to catch your breath.

her heart raced beneath her ribs, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, pressed her lips to the top of your head, placing a surprisingly tender kiss in your wet disheveled hair.

"missed this, missed you..."

it's killing me to know

that there's someone else out there

buying you roses.

[premiumbitch]

۶ৎ DESTINED FOR MAGIC: THE IRRESISTIBLE ALLURE OF LUCKY GIRL SYNDROME MANIFESTATION PACK ˙⋆.˚

This is for the lovely people who want to manifest stuff about themselves or script this in their shifting script! this pack is a 'lucky girl' theme ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ enjoy!

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝐷𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎

Every step you take seems to be guided by a secret hand of fate. It’s as if the universe itself has conspired to bestow upon you blessings in the most unexpected moments. Your laughter carries echoes of serendipity, turning mundane days into enchanted adventures where every heartbeat is a promise of delightful surprises.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐶𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝐸𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝐷𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎

There is an undeniable glow about you—a radiant aura that draws fortune close. Like sunlight piercing through a canopy of leaves, your presence turns even the smallest moments into miracles. You possess an effortless magnetism that attracts kindness, opportunity, and joy wherever you wander, as if you were born under a lucky star.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝑀𝒾𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒𝓈

In your eyes dances the light of countless fortuitous moments—a calm certainty that wonders are real and dreams do come true. Your intuition transforms everyday challenges into opportunities, making you a living testament to the magic of positive energy. With each smile, you remind the world that fortune favors the brave and the hopeful.

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒’𝓈 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝓀

You carry the gentle magic of moonlit nights, where every ray of silver transforms ordinary scenes into realms of wonder. Your very being is an invitation to marvel at the unexpected—each moment a cherished gift wrapped in the subtle glow of destiny. In your presence, even a quiet evening becomes a festival of tiny, luminous miracles.

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐵𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐚 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓅𝒾𝓉𝓎

There is a playful sparkle in your spirit—a refreshing sense of wonder that turns every encounter into a cherished moment. You seem to have an innate ability to attract good fortune, as if blessings are strewn in your path like petals on a gentle breeze. Your serene confidence reminds everyone that sometimes, the best of life unfolds when you simply believe.

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐴𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐹𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

Your intuition is your most powerful talisman—a quiet guide that steers you toward moments of serendipity and delight. It is as if you can sense the hidden currents of fortune, effortlessly weaving them into the fabric of your life. With every thoughtful glance and gentle word, you affirm that being open-hearted is the truest form of magic.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐰 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇

You move through life as if destiny herself has painted your path in shimmering hues. Every note of your voice is imbued with a serendipitous melody—gentle yet potent—that transforms ordinary moments into enchanted memories. When you sing, the very air seems to tremble with promise, echoing a harmony that whispers, “fortune favors the brave.”

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝓀

A quiet radiance surrounds you—a soft glow that draws kindred spirits and unexpected blessings alike. Your smile, gentle yet imbued with an inner strength, lights up even the gloomiest of rooms. It is as if the universe leans in to conspire with you, ensuring that every challenge transforms into a stepping stone toward joy and wonder.

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝒸𝒽𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝐷𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒

Every gesture you make seems to invite good fortune—like petals scattered by a benevolent wind. In your eyes burns an enduring spark of curiosity and delight, a reminder that life is an endless treasure trove of miraculous moments. With every step, you weave a tapestry of serendipity, drawing prosperity and beauty into your orbit without ever trying too hard.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐹𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝓊𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

Your mind is a garden of possibility—vibrant, ever-growing, and naturally attuned to the magic of the moment. With an intuitive wisdom that borders on the miraculous, you transform setbacks into surprising opportunities. The world unfolds at your feet as if preordained, a delicate dance choreographed by fate and your own brilliant heart.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝑒

In every quiet moment, your spirit sings a lullaby of infinite promise. Even when shadows gather, your heart remains a steadfast beacon of hope—a tender reminder that the universe is always working in mysterious, wondrous ways. You carry with you a rare blend of innocence and fortitude, a living testament that miracles are not only possible but inevitable when you believe in the magic of life.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐢𝐫 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃

You are the embodiment of fortune's favor, a living testament to the whispers of destiny that always seem to fall in your direction. People look at you and wonder if you are truly blessed, as every step you take seems to be guided by unseen forces. Your life flows like a river of endless fortune-where others may stumble, you flourish with the grace of a thousand lucky stars. The universe conspires to smile upon you, for you are its most cherished child.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 ✧ 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝐸𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁

Like a radiant gem in a sea of ordinary pebbles. Your presence turns heads and changes everything in its orbit. Luck doesn't just smile at you-it dances alongside you, in every heartbeat, every laugh. Opportunities open doors before you even knock, and you move through life with the kind of magnetic charm that shifts the capsized fortunes of those around you. A brilliance follows in your wake, as if the world knew it was nothing without your shining arc in it.

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐶𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝑒

The universe adores you, and it shows. The road ahead always clears for you, the stars align in your favor, and the things you desire find their way to you as if drawn by an invisible force. It is not luck—it is simply the way your world works. You were made to live beautifully, effortlessly, blessed in ways that others only dream of. 

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓅𝒾𝓉𝓎

You don’t chase; you attract. Opportunities unfold before you like the petals of a rare flower, each one more dazzling than the last. There is something about you—an ethereal quality, an unexplainable magnetism—that makes things work out in your favor. It’s as if life itself bends to your will, offering you abundance in the most delightful ways.

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐺𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐻𝒶𝓈 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

Everything falls into place for you as if the universe itself has set the stage in your favor. Strangers hold doors open, opportunities arise out of thin air, and life unfolds like a dream where you are the beloved heroine. The stars have whispered your name into destiny’s ear, and now, fortune bows at your feet.

𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒲𝒶𝓁𝓀𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝑒

You are a living fairytale, a whispered wish come to life. Everything you desire finds its way to you, drawn by the quiet, unshakable belief that you were meant for greatness. Your life is a story woven with golden thread—one of effortless charm, boundless love, and unimaginable fortune.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲’𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒞𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒲𝒾𝓃

You move through life like a beloved character in a story written by the gods themselves. Love, luck, beauty—every gift of the world is cradled in your hands without you ever needing to chase it. What others strive for, you receive effortlessly, because you are the girl who was always meant to have it all.

𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐺𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐿𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝐸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐺𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒

You are the embodiment of golden afternoons, of petals dancing on the wind, of moments kissed by fate. Everything flows toward you like a river drawn to the ocean—blessings, admiration, and endless opportunity. You are not just lucky; you are chosen by the universe itself.

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝒲𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔

Your life is a waking dream, each day unfolding with impossibly perfect timing. Coincidences line up in your favor, and doors open before you even reach for the handle. Some may call it fate, others magic—but you? You call it simply being you.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈

Your presence is a wish upon a star made real. You are kissed by fortune, wrapped in light, a celestial masterpiece sculpted by fate’s own hands. Every road leads you somewhere wonderful, and every path is paved in the shimmer of sheer serendipity.

[hiraethwrote]

A TICKET IN YOUR NAME

pairing : tobio kageyama x f!reader summary : the charity auction you're in charge of is closing in, and there's still a ticket reserved in his name. your executives are on your neck about wanting a clear answer if the pro player will be able to attend - with no regards for the fact that you broke up three months ago cw : pro player!kageyama, break up, post-timeskip, reader wears a dress, angst, bittersweet, heavy yearning, regret, slight profanity, lowkey self indulgent lol, no use of y/n word count : 5.8k

“Kageyama? Hey, it’s me.”

A ray of cold ran down his spine as your all too familiar voice rang in his ear, tearing painfully at his heart from the first syllable. God, how he had missed those melodic vibrations he now only heard in his dreams.

When the unknown number popped up on his phone screen, his first instinct was to let it go straight to voicemail. But for whatever reason, the voice in the back of his mind told him he should pick it up — he definitely didn’t expect to be greeted with the unforgettable tone of your voice, causing his heart to bang against its cage.

And you had called him Kageyama, instantly pulling out the amateur stitching he had applied to the tears in his heart.

It made him feel a little sick, his last name sounding foreign on your tongue. You never did that, because he hadn’t allowed it. When it came to you, he wanted to be close, intimate, especially since distance came so naturally to all of his relationships. And one thing that separated you from the rest, you called him Tobio.

Or you used to.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything-“

“No,” he said a little too quickly. “No, you’re good.”

“I’m just gonna cut to the chase-“ the sentence came to an abrupt halt when he swore he heard you take a sharp breath, as if you had to contain deep emotions that threatened to overtake your sense of calm. “Management keep bugging me about your ticket for the charity auction.”

“Right,” he said it so quietly he wasn’t entirely sure the microphone picked it up.

“I don’t even know if you’re in town then,” lie — a complete and utter fabrication to try and convince him, but also yourself, that you weren’t still hung up on the past — like you didn’t have his schedule for the next seven months logged into your phone, knowing very well he was in fact still available that evening. “But the ticket is still reserved in your name, and I promised my executives I would provide them with a clear answer if you were attending or not.” Again you cut yourself off, a shaky breath traveling the line, something he had learned long ago was a clear indicator that you were fighting back tears. “Told them I’d have an answer by the end of the week.”

Of course he hadn’t forgotten about the auction — you had stressed about it for months even before you broke up, being in charge of putting the whole event together. The red circle in his calendar marking the date kept coming closer and closer, and he had wondered if you would reach out to ask about it — now he had his answer.

“I’m in town,” he muttered simply, closing his eyes as he just waited for your voice to return.

“Look, I don’t want to pressure you into attending or anything. If it’ll make you uncomfortable, I’m sure I’ll figure something out-“

“It won’t make me uncomfortable.” He was a little surprised by how soft his voice came out, but it was true — he would never be uncomfortable around you. “Next Saturday, right?”

“You remembered?”

“Got it circled.”

“Figured.” Silence swallowed the conversation, and it felt so unnatural. It was only with you he was able to engage in a conversation that flowed like a peaceful stream. He had been deprived of that privilege for so long, and his strangling feelings were slowly piling up inside him, weighing heavy on his heart.

He could picture you so clearly, down to the smallest detail. Right now you were probably sat behind your desk in your office, resting your forehead in the palm of your hand. And if he was still able to interpret your behaviour correctly, simply based on your tone, he suspected there were salty pools welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over any second.

At this hour, you were probably left alone in the company building, everyone else having gone home already. And he pictured you were longing to go home too, so you could change out of the boring corporate attire he knew you hated with a fiery passion. The second you were to set foot inside your apartment, you would walk straight for your closet to put on your favourite slacks — maybe, if you hadn’t thrown them out already, you would wear his old hoodie as well. “They feel like home,” you always used to say before melting into the piece of clothing that was too big for you.

It was most likely a naive fantasy, but Tobio liked to toy with the image nonetheless.

You stole his attention from his spiralling when you sighed, shifting the entire tension of the conversation into something more serious, deprived from emotion. “Black tie event. Prepare for press, the company won’t be shy about any notable names. Pro player Kageyama Tobio is one of those names. Just let me know where you’re staying, and we’ll send a car to take you to the location.”

The business voice had taken the phone call hostage, barely recognising the voice on the other end of the line. The only time you used it for not work related occasions was when you were mad at him...

“Great, thank you.”

A beat of silence. “Again, sorry to bother you. I know it’s late.”

“It’s fine. You couldn’t… bother me.”

It felt awkward now. The ice was broken, the no-contact had failed, and now neither of you wanted to let go despite not being able to find any words to feed the conversation.

For a split second Tobio was overcome with courage, having to clear his throat before he opened his mouth, “hey, how are you-“

“I’ll see you next Saturday.” His attempt was shut down instantly, rushing to hang up after blurting out your goodbyes.

Your phone hit the desk with an obnoxious rattle before your hands came flying to cover your face, aggressive sobs tumbling past your lips.

Even though you missed him, his voice, the comfort he provided, you just did not have the strength it required to indulge in casual conversation with him. It hurt too much.

Time heals all wounds — what a load of bullshit, because here you sat, three months after the most earth shattering heartbreak you had ever experienced and it still served as an aching gash in your life.

Since that horrid night, you had delved head first into work to distract yourself as best as you could. It had been a privilege to be able to fill your time so you could ignore dealing with the issue at hand — a privilege you had taken for granted as your sobs filled the vacant space of your lonely office.

In less than two weeks, you would be forced to look him in the eyes again. You had to paint your face with a smile, smother your sorrows for the sake of the company as he was expected to stay at your side for the evening.

You weren’t sure you’d be able to pull this one ashore after all.

As promised, a fancy black car had pulled up exactly at the time you had texted him.

The entire car ride was spent in a one sided conversation, where the driver tried to initiate polite small talk only to be met with quiet sounds that barely confirmed Tobio was even listening.

He was too busy trying to plant his feet back on the ground, nerves traveling his body from head to toe. Every ten seconds he tilted his head to check his phone just in case you had sent him any further information about tonight that he needed to be aware of. He was left disappointed every time when there never appeared a notification with your name attached.

Sooner rather than later, flashing lights surrounded the car and he knew they had reached the destination.

This was a part of the job he had never gotten used to, and some part of him would probably always struggle with the attention that came with his career path.

Reluctantly stepping out of the car, he braced himself for the overwhelming noice of the press shouting to grab is attention.

It was only so much his PR training sufficed. He would wave awkwardly, try to smile and present himself as nicely as possible so his managers wouldn’t be on his neck about the bad impression he’d given off — but no amount of training was able to calm his nerves.

Only you did that.

Whenever he had to make public appearances, you were the one to help his feet back on the ground and remind him it wasn’t scary. You would lace your fingers with his, gently press your body against his side with such grace. And you would look at him, your eyes whispering quiet affirmations; you’re doing great, okay? I’m with you every step of the way.

Deprived of your safety, he was overthinking every move he did. Was it obvious how fake the small tilt of his lips were? Who was he kidding, they probably didn’t even see what was his attempt at a smile. Was the outfit okay? Had he picked out the wrong outfit, showing up underdressed to your special night? No, he had purposely chosen a safe option, one he knew you liked. Was his steps towards the entrance too slow? No wait, shit- now he was walking too fast.

He couldn’t be too sure he had been able to pull off the image his managers wanted, but he had at least gotten himself through the doors of the venue.

He had no time to react before he was approached by a neatly dressed individual with a clipboard in her hands. “Mr. Kageyama? Follow me.”

Croaking a quiet ‘okay’, Tobio didn’t know what else to do than do as she said, eventually ending up in a secluded, yet spacious hallway. There were only a few people scattered about, all seemingly rather busy.

Then his eyes landed on a familiar frame that he would recognise any time and any place, forever burned into his memory. Your bare back facing him, phone to your ear as frustration pulled your shoulders high.

Everything else seemed to disappear when he heard your voice, “no, no, it’s supposed to be four-“ you spun around, and the sentence died instantly once your eyes automatically locked with his.

He fell for the temptation, trying to be as subtle as possible as he let his eyes travel you up and down. You were breathtaking, all dolled up in a floor length, satin gown in deep maroon. There was a shy slit in your skirt, and your exposed arms were decorated with the prettiest jewlery.

But what had his breath catch in his throat was the familiar pendant resting right on the centre of your chest — the dainty necklace he recognised as his gift for you for your first anniversary.

“Mr. Kageyama, as requested,” the stranger said before hurrying away to attend other tasks.

“Just… I trust you’ll be able you fix it,” you spoke softly into the phone before hanging up, never breaking eye contact.

He swallowed the lump in his throat that had formed the moment he had seen you again, “hey.”

“Hi,” you said weakly, your nerves driving you to pull at your own fingers. The action captured his eyes which instantly had you hide your hands behind your back. You knew all too well what was running through his mind at the moment, having a nearly primal desire to interrupt it.

One could cut the tension with a knife, thick and suffocating, with so many lingering feelings resting in the prolonged eye contact.

You reached within yourself, closing your eyes for a second to force away your uneasiness. Once they opened, and met his again, all evidence of previous sentiments were gone and replaced with business. Your shoulders lowered slightly, arms moving in front of you again and your entire stance straightening with a newfound sense of confidence.

“Great! You picked a good outfit,” was the nicest compliment you were able to pay him without completely succumbing to the sadness that was walking a fine line, ready to overtake you at any second. “It’s perfect for the evening.”

He tilted his head forward bashfully to hide the small smirk of amusement that formed at his lips because he knew you were being modest in your observations. It wasn’t unintentional that he’d put on the all black, three piece suit you had helped him purchase when he was first signed.

It seemed like a lifetime ago now, but he remembered how you had gladly joined him when he was in such a desperate need for a formal wear he could pull out on special occasions. He would never forget how your lips had parted and eyes widened when he came out in that suit, unable to peer your eyes off of him. He’d watched as you had actively swallowed the lump in your throat before nodding in approval, rather enthusiastically.

“Glad to hear it,” he sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You look great, by the way. But that’s no surprise.”

For a split second your front wavered with a weak smile. You wouldn’t allow the fragility to settle — you could not afford that tonight, of all nights.

You spun on your heel, walking down the hall in the opposite direction. Tobio didn’t hesitate to follow.

“They’re opening the doors for the other guests very soon, and in roughly twenty minutes I have to go up on stage to welcome everyone. The auction will start shortly after that.” You stopped abruptly outside a huge door, nearly causing him to crash into you. Resting your hand on the handle, he watched how it clenched around the metal. “I’ll find you after. You’re technically still my da-… my plus one.”

Without sparing him another look, you simply opened the door and entered the ballroom, leaving the word ‘date’ hang unfinished in the air.

How had the two of you gotten to this point?

His future used to be so clear — he saw his entire life headed in a direction he had never dared to dream of, based on the fear of its unlikelihood. You brought safety and comfort to his life, which had grown somewhat turbulent after garnering some fame within the world of athletes — no matter how things turned out, it would be okay, because he still had you.

But now he had to control how he didn’t let his gaze linger for too long, because it could be crossing a boundary that previously didn’t exist. He had to hold his tongue so he didn’t bombard you with all the affection he still had for you, because that wasn’t his job anymore.

Slowly but surely, the ballroom started to fill up with an assortment of characters, all ready to spend their money on the extravagant auction. Tobio found himself standing awkwardly in the same spot you left him, along the outskirts of the growing crowd, feeling beyond uncomfortable.

And though he knew he should mingle, all he was able to do was let his eyes follow you when you eventually made your way onto the stage. The music came to a slow stop, the crowd calmed down and everyone’s eyes were on you.

To everyone else, you probably seemed in control of yourself, confident even — but Tobio was still able to read you like a book, rarely having seen you as nervous as right now. Your smile was bright, but very clearly forced as your eyes roamed the audience frantically.

Suddenly you looked at him, meeting his eyes that were always so soft — a feature that somehow always caught you a little by surprise. He was often so stoic, his eyebrows always just slightly tilted in a frown. But his eyes betrayed his cold exterior, conveying a tenderness you had never really seen in anyone else.

With the familiar safety of his gaze, your breathing evened out and shoulders relaxed, which he noticed. He flashed you a small smile before giving you a reassuring nod, telling you there was nothing to be scared of — because after everything, he would still catch you if you were to fall.

Exhaling deeply, you started the welcome speech, your smile now genuine. He followed every single word that fell from your lips with immense professionalism, and every once in a while when your eyes found him in order to ground yourself, his heart would skip a beat.

“Once again, thank you all for attending and I hope you all enjoy the evening.” The crowd erupted into polite applause while you walked down from the stage gracefully.

“You did great,” Tobio breathed as you had joined him again.

“Thank god,” you sighed. “That speech has kept me awake all week.”

“No, it was good. Very professional.” You turned to look at him, a beautiful smile painting your lips as old habits steered your hand for his face.

When you realised what you were about to do, your face fell, hand freezing inches before making contact with his cheek. In all the stress of being up on that stage with everyone’s eyes glued on you, you had forgotten the nerves caused by your ex boyfriend.

It had just come so naturally to you, to caress his cheek. It was a gesture you always did whenever he would come with one of his simple compliments.

“Sorry,” you whispered, quickly retracting your hand.

“No, no, it’s okay,” he stuttered sadly. Tobio had held his breath from the moment he’d noticed your hand raise from your side.

He had frozen still once he realised what was about to happen in hopes that if he didn’t move, you would continue in your trance and he’d eventually feel your flesh pressed against his face. He’d been deprived of the sensation for so long, and he was left disappointed when the feeling never arrived.

Was this how the evening was going to play out? Standing beside each other for hours in an awkward and unnatural silence, both too scared to do anything in fear of offending the other?

Tobio wanted to say something, but small talk had never been his strong suit — that was always your area of expertise, fill the void with chatter so no one was left feeling uncomfortable.

“You planning to bid on anything?” It was as if you had been able to read his mind, saving him from his ever spiralling mind.

“No, not really,” he said simply. “You?”

He turned to look at you, feeling a sense of relief as you let out a small snicker, observing how the auction was about to start.

“I may be in charge of this entire thing, but that doesn’t mean I have the money to get any of the things they’ve put up,” you sighed. “That trip to the Maldives looking really good right now, though.”

For a split second, Tobio heavily considered putting all his money on that trip for you. He imagined being able to walk beside you along the crystal blue shores of the Maldives, peace and relaxation washing over you to the point where you would finally have the time to take proper breaths.

But it was but a mere dream, only a reality in the depths of his mind where he was allowed to fantasise that you were still his.

For the next three hours, you stood side by side as you witnessed all the luxuries items being auctioned off one by one. Every once in a while you would shoot a casual comment in hopes it would lighten the looming cloud that hung over you — it remained persistent.

It didn’t go unnoticed, how the tension in your shoulders never completely evaporated. Even when your bosses came to shower you with praise for all the hard work you’d done, or when you were updated on the insane sum of money that would be donated, your shoulders remained permanently raised half an inch.

He could only suspect it was his presence that caused the strain. Maybe it had been a bad idea of him to attend.

In hindsight he could see how it was nothing short of selfish — because what other reason for attending would he have than only wanting to see you again? He didn’t serve any more purpose than decoration. His name wasn’t even among the most noticeable, so it wasn’t like he brought any more traction to the event than it already had.

Maybe it would be best if he just bolted, let you be able to enjoy what could be considered your evening. You should be proud, celebrate the success of your hard work.

As the auction had slowly evolved into a party, several pairs had decided to move along to the beautiful rhythm that filled the ballroom. Tobio would shoot shy glances towards you, spotting how you were staring longingly at the dance floor.

“You want to dance?”

“What?”

Shit — he hadn’t meant to blurt it out. He genuinely thought the question simply floated in his mind to entertain his fantasy. Seemed like his subconscious had more power than he thought when the words slipped past his lips.

And now you were stood ogling him in shock, arms wrapped around yourself as you were visibly trying to comprehend his question.

He cleared his throat, trying to find the confidence he used to have with you once upon a time. “Would you like to dance?” He asked again, voice steadier than he would have anticipated.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you considered his request. “Okay,” you whispered, his heart skipping a beat.

This was not the time to let his confidence waver, offering his elbow like a gentleman, holding his breath as he waited for you to hook your arm with his.

Stood in the middle of the dance floor facing each other, you tried to calm your rapid breathing as you waited for him to take the lead.

With slight hesitation you placed your right hand on his shoulder. And it seemed like he picked up on the reluctance in your movements, because his right hand grabbed a hold of yours to have it stretched out — reminding you how big they were compared to yours.

But when you felt his left hand make contact with your bare back, you couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath, igniting memories you had so sorely tried to forget.

In the dead of night, when it seemed like the two of you were the only people left in the world, he would place his lips tenderly along your back, pulling soft giggles from you as his breath tickled you when it brushed against your skin.

And now his warm hand was resting within the ghost of those kisses, reminding you not only of the private and intimate moments shared together, but also just how gentle he was with you.

To say Tobio was a little rough around the edges was an understatement. He could definitely be crass, tone bordering on cruel when talking to someone, despite having no ill intentions whatsoever. His face was nearly permanently stamped with a frown, seemingly always in a bad mood to the untrained eye.

The Tobio people saw on court was also ruthless. Always giving it his all, whether if it was his calculated sets or his powerful serves — he never showed his opponents mercy.

But the second a match was over, and he was reunited with you, all edge seemed to disappear. Same strong hands that had recently performed fiercely on the court, would now cup your face with utmost care while you shied away from prying eyes.

Same tender touch was pressed lovingly against your back in this very moment — and it felt so safe. The security he always supplied in his embrace came to show so easily. Taking care of you was second nature to him, even now after everything.

“Never known you to be a dancer,” you said carefully as he started to take the lead, moving surprisingly graciously along to the music.

“I’m full of surprises,” he dared to joke with the faintest smirk.

“Never known you to be a guy of surprises either,” you quipped, having his smirk stretch a little wider.

He turned to scan the other couples, leaving you to just admire him.

He really was beautiful, and he didn’t even seem to be the slightest bit aware of the fact. When going about his day, he never brought attention to himself so it was easy to forget — until it struck you like lightning from clear skies, suddenly and all at once.

“You’ve outdone yourself tonight,” he breathed, shifting his attention back to your face. It caught you off guard, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment, scared he caught you in your admiration.

“You really think so?”

“Definitely. I’m really impressed.” Again you had his heart skip a beat, when for the first time this evening, you flashed him a wide and genuine grin.

“Thank you.”

“Then again-“ he began, a little scared to continue when you raised your eyebrows in curiosity. “You’ve always been impressive.”

Finally your stress released. Your shoulders lowered and you relaxed in his arms, a softness in your features he had been waiting to reunite with.

This was Tobio — the person you had shared countless conversations about all and nothing with, who knew you inside out. There wasn’t any reason for it to be uncomfortable. Why not make the best out of the situation?

“Volleyball’s going great, I hear,” you breathed, a newfound, though a little unsteady, contentment in your voice.

He nodded slowly, “yeah, you could say that,” a shameless smile of pride curling his lips upwards.

“Bet you can see the end of the road to being the best, now?”

“Staring to spot it,” he mused, acting a lot more humble than you were used to.

“Only Oikawa ahead of you now. Heard he’s still considered to be a remarkable setter-“

“Oh, shut up,” he said with a roll of the eyes, your words trailing into soft giggles.

“You know I’m just kidding. I’ve known you to be the best all along,” you said softly, slowly melting into his embrace more and more by the second.

And by the way he was looking at you right now, with a sense of safety that would always make you feel some sort of belonging, no matter what, you’d never be entirely lost when with Tobio.

It seemed like he felt it too. So many shared moments was coming back to him when being allowed to gaze into your eyes again, especially after all this time — he was scared he might end up spiralling if he let himself sink too deep in the familiar comfort of you.

You couldn’t help but flinch when he broke the eye contact, clearing his throat when he once again observed the surrounding crowd. “Do you think…”

“Do I think what?”

“Do you think they’ll write about this?” He scoffed, nodding in the direction of the not so subtle press who had very clearly been snapping pictures of you.

You shrugged. “I’m not worried,” you breathed, “we were never really public enough to be prolific, were we?”

The soft sound of your nervous chuckle drew his attention right back to you. He shouldn’t be too surprised that something as simple as the sound of your laugh and the twinkle in your eye could threaten to have him fall back in again — he knew he was weak. He felt it every day, with every beat of his heart, how it pulled at him to return to you.

You were dangerous that way, both to him and yourself. Your eyes would always betray you when they were staring at him, your devotion clear as day. It was always simmering just below the surface no matter how far apart you were.

“Besides, I mean, I am really just some nobody working behind the scenes in some big company. I’m no one really cares about-“

A frustrate groan shot past his teeth, spotting how his eyebrows narrowed in the angle he so often sported. “You’ve never been a nobody.” He drew a breath, a distinctly sharp one, his lips drawing in a thin line as he churned what words to say next. “You’re more than a nobody. You’re more than a somebody. You matter. You’re the only one who matters.” His voice was stern, but surprisingly calm — which only made it worse.

You couldn’t wrap your head around how he managed to serve such insanely deep and powerful declaration as it was nothing. It was like he had no idea what kind of weight his words carried, no regard for what impact it might have on you.

And there was a very simple explanation to that — because to him it was nothing. It was just the truth, which always came easy to him.

He noticed the inner corners of your eyebrows tighten, painting your face with sorrow as the corner of your lips drooped south.

“There were reasons, right? Reasons we broke up?” He asked carefully. As his volume lowered, he tilted his head forward, bringing him so painfully close.

Your sad eyes flittered between his, his crystal pools of blue that always enforced the intensity of his messages, and you began to think.

When you could feel his love still pulsating off of him, and his slightly calloused thumb sending sparks throughout your body as it subconsciously moved back and forth in soft swipes along your spine, it was hard to remember any one reason for why things ended at all.

“Yeah,” you sighed solemnly, nodding slowly, “yeah, I’m sure there was.”

The deep breath he took brushed against your face, and you had to swallow the little sob that harboured deep in your throat. “Do you miss it?”

You instantly knew what he really asked — did you miss him — the real meaning wasn’t hard to deduce, Tobio had always been horrible at hiding his real intentions.

“Sure, some days more than others,” your voice cracked slightly. It was only for a faint second, but it flashed across his face how it wasn’t necessarily the answer he wanted, a hint of anger threatening to scrunch his face. But it evaporated as quickly as it had appeared. “It’s not easy, if that’s what you’re really asking.”

“You see right through me, huh?” It sounded as he was attempting to pull the mood up, but when there was no rise in his tone nor an optimistic twitch in his expression, he failed miserably.

“Well, still know you better than I know myself.”

Silence fell between you, still letting the safety of his arms guide you along to the symphonies that filled the ballroom. You were so close to falling in, completely surrender to the serenity you knew would come over you if you just gave in.

“You know, if there was something I did, I am really sor-“

“Can we pretend?” You cut him off. “Just for tonight, can we just forget everything and pretend?”

His lips parted in surprise. Your antsy nerves creeped back into your body when he slowly pulled back, certain he would turn the request down.

And he knew he should. In a matter of seconds, the healing you’d both gone through up until this point would be undone. But he wasn’t strong enough, especially after having been at war with that antagonising devil on his shoulder all night. With your request egging it on, he was going to let it win.

“Okay,” he whispered, straightening his posture.

With the blink of an eye, you had turned it all off. A smile adorned your lips before simply inching closer to rest your cheek against his chest, reunited with the sound of his heartbeat that you were so used to falling asleep too.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him rest his cheek on the crown of your head, his limbs squeezing you just a little tighter, as if it was somehow going to prevent you from slipping away when the evening came to a close.

You had expected it to pick up its pace, beat like a hummingbird — but it was steady.

Maybe his heart was finally beating steady, after stuttering in his chest for months, lost as it tried to find back to its purpose. And now it had been reunited with it, instantly recognising the euphoria and quickly settling into its supposed rhythm.

Bittersweet — that was how it felt. You were allowing yourself to completely bask in the comfort of Tobio. You hadn’t felt such contentment and rest since the split, and it felt nice to breathe calmly for once.

But he was still your ex, and it would come to an end eventually, again going your separate ways.

Those were sorrows for tomorrow.

You allowed yourself to dance with him, your tears quietly wetting the fabric of his jacket until the evening came to an end.

Looming in the shadow of the auctions success was a sight no one had expected to see.

She’s the cute face behind the whole event, having worked countless hours to pull it all together for it to turn out the way it did, and it’s safe to assume she is probably thrilled with the sum they were able to rake in for the sake of a good cause.

However, you’re probably reading her name and finding it awfully familiar — but you can’t seem to understand why; there’s no reason for you to know the name of some random employee at a big shot company. The name probably rings a bell because she is better known as the ex girlfriend of star player Kageyama Tobio, seemingly home in Japan for a visit. Was the reason for his unexpected return solely to attend the big evening of a special ex-someone?

During their time together, they rarely made headlines as they were notorious for keeping their relationship private. But once the handsome Ali Roma setter became available, people were quick to show their interest.

Though we were not lucky enough to be of attendance at the charity auction, we’ve gotten our hands on exclusive pictures from the night. Not only were they spotted together for the majority of the evening, these photos show they didn’t seem shy when sharing a rather intimate moment on the dance floor.

One can start to speculate if the corporate sweetheart has once again swooned the sought after Kageyama.

Fret not, because we got a rare statement from the woman of the hour, and she says : “I have nothing but respect and adoration for Kageyama, but-“

Tobio shut the magazine, unable to finish the article.

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an : dedicated to tobio nation <3 lets go with the angst, it is obvi what i love. idk if you guys picked it up, but to me it's sooooo clear where my writers block started to disappear lol comments and reblogs is much appreciated

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