#obviously I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his gorgeous face

[crusheswhimsandfancies]

Rick talking with his hands😍

Justin Hawkins rides again

[sttoru]

‘i told you once, that only two things will have me; you and death.’

☀︎｜tags. gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, angst, comfort. themes of insecurity: trust issues kinda (by reader). reader gets called ‘baby, princess, angel’. self indulgent. proof read? whats that

“aww, there’s my hardworking girl,” satoru coos whilst his arms move to hold your body captive against his chest in a much needed hug, “and she’s still lookin’ as pretty as ever! my god — c’mere.”

your over-excited lover cups your face in his hands and holds it like that for a second to admire. his thumb slides from your cheekbone to your lips, gently parting them before pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. of course, he doesn’t leave it by that. satoru never does.

“pretty,” a kiss on your right cheek — “beautiful,” a kiss on your left one — “gorgeous,” a kiss on the tip of your nose — “amazing”, a kiss on your forehead — “sweetest,” a kiss on your chin — “lovely”, a kiss on the top of your head;

maybe it was the stress of the previous days that made you tear up. satoru has made it a daily routine: you come home, he welcomes you with open arms, showers you with his unending love and attention until you physically have to pull him away from your body. you sometimes ask yourself what you did to deserve someone so loving.

if satoru had heard you say the latter out loud, he would have kissed your mouth again to shut the thought down instantly. ‘you deserve everything and more’, you silently recall him saying once.

“stop that.” you mutter. the ‘that’ referring to the butterfly kisses and tight hugs he’s giving you. you tried not to seem in the mood for receiving his affection today. the muffled giggles leaving through your gritted teeth tell another story however.

“nu-uh,” satoru lets out a low chuckle, going right back to giving you what you deserve, “it’s like you’re askin’ me to stop breathing, baby. i can’t just not do this.”

satoru lifts you up into his strong arms and brings you over to the kitchen counter, settling you there - somewhere away from all that he had been cooking since the morning. he’s grinning from ear to ear, glancing from the covered plates near the stove and back to you.

you tilt your head curiously as you watch satoru grab one plate and uncover it, revealing the content like it was a big surprise—

“open up f’me, my princess.” your lover hums as he’s already guiding a piece of cake to your lips. your favorite cake which he had oh-so-obviously cooked himself judging by the messy look of it. your gaze lingers on the piece for a second to appreciate the gesture.

when you look back up at satoru, his eyes are already on yours — patiently waiting for you to let him feed you. his blue eyes are sparkling with a sense of pure excitement; one he only has around you. his love for you was almost overwhelming at times like these.

“why?”

the simple, one word question made the white sorcerer stop in his tracks. his head cocks to the side, eyelashes fluttering lightly in confusion, though the handsome smile on his face remains. ‘why’ could mean a lot of things in this context; why do you want to feed me? why do you want me to eat this? why should or even would i?

out of all the possible interpretations, satoru knew the exact one you had meant the moment he saw the tears that welled up at the corners of your eyes; ‘why do you care so much?’

“do i need a reason to?” his voice was smooth and soft. almost way too soft now that he’s realised just how vulnerable you were in front of him. satoru’s smile only widens, however — the sight of his girlfriend being overwhelmed by his affection was one he couldn’t resist.

it’s part of your charm. the charm you don’t know about; the charm that made the gojo satoru fall head over heels for you. your lover shakes his head with a light-hearted laugh, putting the slice of cake back down on the plate so he could hold your hands in his.

“i love you, yeah?” he kisses the back of your hands with utmost care before planting another one on your forehead again. satoru cradles your head against his chest afterwards, making you rest your weary body against his for as long as you needed it; his warmth and comfort, “it’s because i love you. that’s the only reason why, angel.”

you just nod in response — needing a moment of silence to recover, which satoru grants you without it having to be asked verbally. it’s like he knows just what goes on in your little head and is always updated about your changing feelings.

that’s what surprises you most. satoru’s super attentive to every single detail about you. from your unnoticeable habits to the big facts. that is what love truly is. that is how it feels like to have a man love you unconditionally—without any underlying or ulterior motives. without expecting anything back.

“i love you too, ‘toru. forever.” you reply eventually in a hushed whisper. the sorcerer only tightens his grip around your body, hugging you closer to his chest like his personal plushie. he nuzzles his nose into your hair — your scent both relaxing yet addicting.

“yeah,” satoru sighs in content and closes his eyes—allowing them to rest. all his senses are focused on making you feel better. he won’t let go of you until he’s sure you understand that you’re deserving of it all; his loving hugs, kisses, words of affirmation, gifts, comfort, cuddles and support.

“forever and beyond that.”

satoru doesn’t mind reminding you how much he cherishes you. even if he has to remind you every day until the day he succumbs. you’re his number one priority; he’ll even make sure to tell you he loves you with his dying breath when the time comes.

he’ll make sure of it.

[amongemeraldclouds]

Dancing in the rain with the Slytherin boys

Ft. Matteo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire, Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini

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Lorenzo Berkshire (established relationship, modern au)

The walk home should have been simple and straightforward. But as you stepped out the bustling restaurant, you traded the warmth for the unexpected downpour. Yet it could not dampen your good mood; the alcohol buzzing in your veins made sure of that.

“You sure?” Enzo asked as you opened the door and faced the rain.

“We’ll be fine, it’s just a short walk,” you suggested and he simply shrugged in agreement.

The song blasting from the restaurant stayed with you and you found yourself singing the lyrics. You wondered how a space cow found its way in a song about summer romance, but it seemed to match the beat of the song. It was good enough for you.

“Are those even the right words?” Enzo asked, a small laugh accompanying his question. It was not.

“Space cows can be wherever they want to be!” You declared.

“Yeah space cows!” He cheered you on as he started singing with you, ever the supportive boyfriend.

“You know since we’re singing,” you said, a glint in your eye, “we might as well dance. It’s just us here.”

Enzo stopped abruptly in front of you and surprised you with a bow. “My lady,” he said, courteously reaching out his hand. You held a corner of your dress in each hand and curtsied.

You took his hand and found yourself dancing on the empty sidewalk with Lorenzo Berkshire. You hummed the song as you moved, feeling his body move in sync with yours.

When you arrived home, you’d shower and warm up with a cup of tea. You’d spend the rest of the day cuddled beneath cozy sheets, wood crackling in the fireplace. But for now, the rain drowned out everyone and everything else. In that moment, it was just you and him dancing with your silly smiles.

Mattheo Riddle (enemies)

You exited the hall and stepped into the evening air, eager to get away from the music and merriment. You were the furthest thing from feeling festive. Not after your date had ditched you for another pretty girl.

Your cheeks burned with rage and embarrassment and you tried taking deep breaths to steady your nerves.

Just when you thought an already bad evening couldn’t get worse, you saw lightning flash through the sky followed by a crack of thunder. Before you could safely make your way back the castle, you found yourself drenched in the sudden downpour.

With no other outlet for the intense emotions, you released a frustrated scream and your tears soon joined in the rain. You jolted when a warm hand touched your shoulder.

You inhaled the telltale scent of cigarette smoke. Through the blur of tears, you saw Mattheo Riddle. Of all people, it really had to be your enemy. He must have been smoking outside and got caught in the rain.

“What happened to your dashing date?” He spat.

“Come to laugh at me, have you?” You said bitterly. “He’s off with a prettier girl,” you said, not sure why you were even talking to him.

“Why, I’ll break his face” he started and it was your turn to put his hand on your shoulder.

“But why? Don’t you hate me?” You asked, confusion mixing with your cocktail of rage, disappointment, and weariness.

“Obviously,” he said quickly then added, “but only I can be horrible to you.”

“You can’t be possessive over your enemy, that’s not how it works,” you shot back.

“I can be possessive over who I want to be,” he moved closer, arguing.

You sighed. It had been a long day. “Fine, just let me wallow here in peace.” You muttered, “didn’t even get to bloody dance.”

He studied you closely, it was unfair how gorgeous you managed to look despite the tears and soaking rain. The look in your eyes broke something in him.

You were stunned when you found yourself in his arms. “I’m only doing this so I don’t have to look at your crying face. This is for my benefit,” he explained, trying to sound annoyed.

Then he really was annoyed when he realized how nice it felt. To distract himself, he started to move, swaying you both to the beat of a song only he could hear. It soothed the storm raging within you.

“For the record, this never happened,” Mattheo stated, quick to deny everything.

“As if I want everyone to know I danced with you,” you said even as you matched his rhythm, “no thank you.”

“Good,” he stated.

“Good,” you replied, not wanting him to have the last word.

There was an odd comfort dancing with Mattheo. You could overanalyse it later. For now, you savoured how secure you felt in his arms, his body warm against you. Electric sparks lit within you as if lightning coursed through you.

Hidden by the onslaught of rain, you could pretend you’re not enemies even if it’s only for a moment.

Draco Malfoy (established relationship, modern au, Yule Ball)

The regal melody of classical music greeted you as the footman opened the limousine door and the cold wind caressed your hair. Draco waited near the door in his crisp tailored suit, his hair neatly gelled back. You took his outstretched hand and smoothed your hand over your dress when you exited the car. You were fashionably late and ready to make a grand entrance at the Yule Ball.

“Ready to party?” He asked. Salazar, you were gorgeous. He was eager to show you off to everyone.

“You mean get drunk and dance the night away? Count me in!” You leaned in, inhaling his expensive cologne. 

You had just taken two steps away from the car when thunder clapped and the sky rumbled ominously. Draco put a protective arm around you as if he could save you from the elements.

“Let’s get inside quickly, yeah?” You nodded wordlessly, trying to walk as fast as you could in heels. Despite his rush, he was patient enough to match your pace, placing you as his first priority even when the first drops of rain fell on your heads.

“Bloody storm,” he muttered. Before you knew it, the sky unleashed a torrential downpour, soaking you from head to toe. You gasped. Hours of hair and makeup was smeared off by Mother Nature in a matter of seconds.

You could sense the thoughts in Draco’s head: “how much would this cost me at the dry cleaners,” “this suit was made for balls and dinner parties, not mud and rain,” and “how dare the elements!”

Instead he looked at you, worried. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, but he could see the disappointment in your eyes and the set of your jaw. You were doing your best to hold it together.

“Not the kind of ball I expected” he said, turning to face you, “but we’re here and there’s music around us. May I have this dance?”

You laughed at him, but when he didn’t join you, you blinked. He shrugged as if to say ‘why not?’

For the second time this evening, you took his hand and he spun you around. Water droplets traced your movements and he watched you in slow motion. It’s ridiculous how you still looked perfect despite everything. He was relieved to hear a small laugh escape you.

He wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you in, his other hand still firmly holding yours. You leaned in his shoulder, “sorry this didn’t work out the way you expected.”

He shook his head. “Whatever do you mean? I’m dancing with the most beautiful girl in the world. I’m still the luckiest man here tonight.”

Tom Riddle (established relationship, spicy but not smut)

Tom Riddle did not do parties. Yet he somehow found himself walking alongside you, accompanying you to one.

“I want to dance!” You declared.

“I’d rather die,” he muttered.

You laughed and took his hand, leading him outside the castle grounds.

���This isn’t the way to the party,” he observed.

“It’s a compromise, we’ll bring the party to us,” you grinned. He sighed in surrender.

“Hear that?” You asked, the faint party music audible from where you stood. You took his hand and started moving. “I’ll look less silly if you joined me?” You offered hopefully.

“Then we’ll both look silly,” he stated.

As if Mother Nature was on his side, rain fell from the sky unceremoniously. You were instantly soaked.

“Come on,” you insisted, still asking him to dance.

“You know I love you all wet and needy doll, but not like this,” he said, not budging from where he was.

“How about this?” You offered, lowering your voice. “After this, we’ll enjoy a nice hot bath together and then I can be wet and needy for you the way you like it.”

He closed his eyes and groaned, already picturing all the sinful things he would do to you. “Fine,” he growled, “you’ll be punished for this doll. I’ll make you regret it.”

You casually shrugged and smiled, “worth it. Now come on, the sooner we dance, the sooner you’ll have me just where you want me.”

He grabbed the back of your neck and pressed his lips to yours, his other arm snaked around your waist as he drew you in. Bodies flush together, you felt his hard length against you and you moaned against his lips.

He started moving you both slowly, the upbeat party music long forgotten. You let him lead, glad to have him dance with you in the rain.  

Despite everything he brought his lips to your ear and said in a low voice, moving his hands around your body. “I already have you where I need you.” That hot shower would have to wait.

Theodore Nott  (established relationship)

“As much as I’d love to get away from the party with you amore, it’s storming outside,” Theo said, stopping as you both neared the exit. 

“A little rain wouldn’t hurt,” you grinned and stepped outside, getting drenched within seconds. You welcomed the cold and lifted your head to the sky, raising your arms and spinning. You looked so carefree and it tugged something in Theo’s heart.

“Come back here, we can stay warm indoors,” he offered.

“Too late, join me!” You asked, running towards him. Instead your shoe slipped on the wet grass and you lost your balance. Theo’s eyes widened as he held his arms out as if he could catch you.

He saw you on the floor, shoulders shaking and he rushed towards you. When he neared you, he put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You looked at him, your laughter piercing through his concern and he breathed a sigh of relief. “If it brought you out here, it’s worth it,” you thought aloud as he helped you back up your feet again.

“Come on, someone’s got to keep me upright. Dance with me, caro,” you said, wrapping your arms around him.

“With no music?” He asked skeptically. He was not making this easy.

You looked at him, listening closely to the rumbling in the clouds. Any second now. Lightning struck and you raised your finger. On cue, you heard the crack of thunder. “There,” you said, taking a step back to hold his hands. You started spinning around again, taking him with you this time as you raised your head up the sky again.

You were so full of life, your energy so infectious, that Theo let the rain wash away his protests. He mirrored you and lifted his head up the sky, feeling the raindrops on his face. The things he did for love, he sighed inwardly as he smiled.

Blaise Zabini (established relationship, modern au)

You laughed as the first drops of rain fell. It was sweet relief after a sweltering afternoon at the festival. You raised your head up, welcoming the rain, and bopped your head side to side to the beat of the music. 

You looked to the side and saw your boyfriend, Blaise, already watching you. He was a man of few words, but his expressions and actions told you all you needed to know. It took forever to convince him to join you at a festival where it would be crowded, loud, and now muddy. But here he was, grinning at you.

Blaise held out his hand to take your phone and he tucked it safely in your tiny waterproof bag that he carried for you. You pecked a kiss on his cheek to thank him. He didn’t seem to mind the rain though you could tell he was trying hard not to be bothered by the cold and mud.

You grabbed his hand, waiting for the DJ to drop the beat. You mirrored his grin in anticipation, the bass building up slowly as the rain fell down heavily. Your heart thumped along the music’s beat, your body dancing along the rhythm, the crowd electric as the music built up to its crescendo.

You counted down with other festival-goers, breaths held: 3, 2, 1.

The beat dropped. You launched yourself in the air, bringing Blaise with you, chanting along with the crowd. Everyone else blurred as you kept your eyes on him, watching his eyes glow with excitement.

It may have been dark and stormy around you, but right in front of you, his smile was all the sunshine you needed.

A/N: Based on a super cute request I received! Original ask will not be published for a bit as there are multiple ideas in there I’d like to play around with.

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[angstysebfan]

Was It A Mistake - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky x Fem Reader Chapter Summary: You and Bucky broke up but still remained friends. When you go on a shopping trip with your best friend, you learn a devastating thing. Warnings: Angst (duh its me lol), Arguments

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You punch the punching bag in a series of combinations. Sweat dripping from your head and y/h/c hair. You’re the only one in the gym right now, but you knew that would change. You had a standing sparing appointment with your favorite super soldier.

Everyone in the tower thought it was weird that you and Bucky remained such good friends. You both dated for 3 years, and were hot and heavy. You realized the last six months, of your relationship, Bucky was pulling away from you. It broke your heart; so you decided distance yourself also, in preparation of him breaking up with you. You couldn't take the stress of waiting for him to break it off, so you begrudgingly did it. It completely killed you, but he didn't seem ultimately ruined, and you both decided to continue just being friends.

You were nervous that it would be awkward, but it wasn’t. You were just happy he was still in your life. You know you still loved him, but sometimes that's not enough. You were obviously not enough. That thought runs through your mind as you punch. You shake your thoughts from your head as you heard the gym doors close behind you.

“Tiring yourself out before I even get a chance to beat you fairly, doll?”

You turned around and see Bucky walking over the the bench to place his water and towel down. He's wearing navy blue basketball shorts that hung perfectly low on his hips, and as usual, no shirt. You couldn’t help admire the beautiful specimen in front of you.

“Ha, just warming up Buck. Don’t worry, I still have enough energy to kick your ass!” You yell, while pulling the tape off your hands.

You grab your towel and water and walk over to him, drinking and wiping your sweat.

He laughed, “Whatever you say. Shall we?” He asked walking toward the sparring mats.

After 30 minutes, and Bucky taking you out for the 5th time, you gave up. He offered his hand to help you get up. “One day… I’ll get you down… mark my words.” You say through your panted breath.

Bucky laughed. “Can’t wait.”

You both walk over the bench to grab a drink. You wipe your face with your towel when you hear the doors to the gym. Nat walks over to you both. “Hey guys!” She says smiling. 

“Hey Nat, you still up for shopping later?” you ask.

“Absolutely! Meet me in the common room at 1?” She asks.

You nod as you take a drink. You start walking out of the gym when you notice Nat and Bucky give each other knowing smirk and whispering to each other. It makes you feel uneasy, but ignore it as you head out to shower.

–

Later that day, you and Nat are shopping at the local mall. You sit outside the changing room as Nat tries on a new red dress. She comes out and looks in the mirror, turning at different angles to admire herself. You can’t help but notice how gorgeous she is. The dress fits her curves perfectly.

“Oh Nat, you definitely need to get that!” You say with a smile.

“Yeah, I think I will. It will be absolutely perfect.” She said as she turns and looks over the shoulder to see how it looks.

“Perfect for what?” You ask.

Nat looks at you through the mirror. You can see she looks… nervous? She turns toward you and gives you a small smile. “Bucky asked me out on a date. We've been hanging out a lot lately, and we wanted to finally give dating a try.”

Your jaw and stomach dropped. You can already feel the tears forming, but you internally yell at yourself to keep it together. You knew you weren't good enough. You would never be enough! You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment, willing the tears to disappear. When you open you see Nat still looking at you, waiting for your reaction.

“U-uh, wow! I, um, I-I didn’t know you guys… were…were talking.”

You cringe at your shaking voice. Nat looks at you with minimal sympathy in her eyes, which pisses you off. You didn't understand how this happened. Nat knew what happened between you and Bucky, as she was your best friend. You confided in her about everything, including that you are still in love with him. And now you learn she has been moving in on him and they are going on a date?!

“It wasn’t a planned thing. I swear, and I'm sorry I didn’t tell you. I know should've, but I’m…” She trails off, looking down at her hands. You have never seen her look so nervous. 

“You’re what, Natalia?” You say slowly standing, getting angrier.

She looks at you. “I’m falling for him, hard. And he told me that he's falling for me too.”

She might as well had slapped you in the face. You grab your bags without saying another word and left. You ignore her calls for you. You finally let the tears come down your face as you head out to grab a cab to head back to the tower. 

-

You try to control yourself as you ride the elevator up to the residential floors of the tower. As soon as you walk out, you see him with a concerned look on his face. You figured Nat called him and told him what happened, but you couldn’t deal with him right now. Just looking at him caused the tears to come down. You quickly turn and head to your room.

“Y/N, please. Don’t run away from me,” You hear him call.

You try and outrun him, but he was so much faster. Before you even got a chance to close the door, he pushed his way into your room.

“Get out!” You scream.

He looks devastated. You've never yelled at him, even when you guys fought when you were together. “Y/N, please. Talk to me,” he begs.

He was so confused by your reaction. You're the one who broke his heart. He was ready to marry you and then was told that you wanted to end things with him. It crushed him, so he distanced himself, hoping to ease the pain. You eventually did end it, and asked to be friends. He didn’t fight it because he was hoping you would change your mind. He has been miserable for months, pretending to be friends with you, when all he wanted is to be with you.

Nat helped him by being there and listening to him whine about how much he missed you. He opened up to her about feeling like he wasn't enough, and she showed him that he was enough for her. He couldn’t help but start developing feelings. Nat was the only one who knew how he felt about you, but is still willing to try with him. Willing to help him move on from you.

“Please….” he whispered, on the verge of tears.

A sob escapes your lips. “Buck… why? Why Nat? Why my best friend?”

You knew it didn’t matter who he was dating, but you needed to know why her. He shook his head, sniffing. 

“When you broke up with me, I-I was miserable. I didn’t know what to do. Nat was there, and she let me confide my feelings to her. As time went on, I started to develop feelings. I…. I didn’t think you would care! You didn’t want to be with me! You were the one who wanted to be friends! I’m sorry, but I didn't think you'd care," he said the last part in a whisper as he silently cried.

You were confused as you took in what he said. He was miserable? I broke his heart? He didn't want to break up? He confided in Nat, while you also confided in Nat? You look at him in shock. He was confused by your reaction. 

“I… I don’t understand. You became distant, which is why I broke up with you. I thought you didn’t want me anymore; that I wasn't enough for you. I thought us being friends was better than losing you all together.” You said. Bucky stares at you confused. “Nat… Nat talked to you about us?” You asked, and Bucky silently nodded. 

Betrayed. That was the word that went through your mind. Your so-called best friend knew that both you and Bucky still loved each other, but kept it quiet so she could take him. You couldn’t believe it! Bucky obviously didn’t realize what was happening either.

“I…. I need to think.” Bucky said, leaving you alone in your room.

You couldn’t move. All you kept thinking was that there was miscommunication somewhere between you and Bucky, and neither of you actually wanted to break up. Nat knew this, but kept it quiet and made a move on Bucky. But why did Bucky become distant in the first place? There are so many questions in your head that you can barely think straight. You had to get to the bottom of this, somehow.

One thing you already know is, Nat back stabbed you. You will never forgive her for this.

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Part 2

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[ghosts-bandwagon]

I hope this is okay to request! I read that Ghost watches Bake Off, and his lovely wife reader decides to surprise him by participating! How does Ghost react? How does he along with the 141 react to her winning?! Please and thank you!

you are so valid for this and I love you (this is so long I’m sorry but also I’m not, I loved this)

Holy shit there is no living being alive that could possibly quell his excitement when you break the news

He knows you work and seeing you not at home and coming home smelling like sweets was odd but he trusted you and as long as you’re safe that’s all that matters

You break the news over dinner, you invited the rest of his team over and the two of you teamed up to make an incredible spread with you in charge of desserts, obviously

You refused to tell him what it was and you were adamant about it being a surprise so he relented and gave you your space

Everyone was thrilled with the food and you stood up to go get dessert, you stood in the kitchen taking deep breaths, doing your best to stop your hands shaking

Then you brought out a gorgeous Victoria Sponge cake, identical to the one from the opening sequence of Bake Off

And while they’re digging in and moaning about how amazing it is, you turn to Simon directly and he’s tuned into you like he knows

As soon as the words “I’m gonna be on bake off” leave your mouth, he grabs you and pulls you into a hug, he’s squeezing you so hard you feel like your chest will burst

You barely notice that Soap is bear hugging the both of you

Months pass and Simon’s still not home, he’s been keeping in touch but it looks like this deployment is gonna keep him away longer

That doesn’t mean he’s not immediately binging your season as soon as it’s available (I know that’s not how it works but for the story it does)

Simon and the rest of the task force don’t move a fucking muscle until they get to the end

He watches with bated breath as you get through the technical challenges, muttering to yourself to stay calm, he’d chuckle when he’d hear you say something he’s said in the past

Soap and Gaz would cheer the loudest when you win star baker, Price would chuckle when he glances at Simon to see the relief and pride and tears in his eyes

With each round you’ve passed through, Simon feels like he’s about to go through cardiac arrest, his chest getting tighter and heart pounding harder

“She’s got this in the bag, LT.” Encouraged Johnny, slapping a supportive hand on his knee. Simon barely registered the words as he saw you working on the signature bake, his throat getting tight once he recognized the cake,

“That’s our wedding cake.”

“It’s my wedding cake.” You spoke on the screen, a smile splitting your face and blush and flour dusting your cheeks, “It’s the one sweet my husband-”

“-couldn’t get enough of.” He finished your sentence through his throat threatening to close, Simon’s eyes never left you on the screen, he was so focused on your movements, watching how you kept calm, running through the steps, he’s never been so proud.

His heart sank when you hurt yourself during the technical bake, but he took great pride when you applied pressure to the wound and raised your arm above your head, he got a chuckle and an elbow to he ribs from Soap as soon as he saw it,

“Teachin’ her well, LT.” He teased, earning a pointed side eye from the man himself. Not for long because you were back in the groove and fuck you’re so strong and he’s so proud.

This is it. You’ve finished baking the showstopper and you’ve stood through their critiques with poise, grace, and that beautiful smile he loves so much. Now you’re standing outside with the other competitors, holding hands, your head bowed waiting for the announcement. At this point Simon is on his feet, not even aware that he’s standing. Soap, Gaz, and Price are all stood beside him with Soap putting a hand on Simon’s shoulder and squeezing.

You nearly sank to your knees when your name was called, the only reason you didn’t was because of the two bakers keeping you upright. They hugged you before letting you go, Paul Hollywood gave you a tight hug, Prue was matronly as always- cupping your face and giving you a soft hug, Noel and Matt hugged and swayed you as they gave you the beautiful bouquet.

Simon was watching it all with tears in his eyes and a hand covering his mouth in shock, he was so thrilled for you but so heartbroken he couldn’t be there to squeeze you like you deserved. Meanwhile Soap and Gaz were jumping and shouting like their favorite team just won the World Cup, Price walked up to Ghost and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, it was a rare moment he allowed himself to lean on someone else.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He breathed, “I knew you could do it.”

He doesn’t even waste a second the moment he sees you again, he’s hugging you as hard as he can and spinning you around. He’s kissing every inch of your face he can reach, he’s crying for god’s sake, he’s so god damn proud of you. He grabbed the hand that you injured and kissed the raised scar on your finger before wrapping you up in a hug again.

Yes, he’s proud of you. Yes, he knew you could get in and win. And yes, he will be asking a million questions about what it was like. He’s never been so talkative, he had a sore throat by then end of the night.

[riordanness]

pretty things - [c.fisher]

wordcount: 2.2K

requested: no

warnings: sa mentioned; bad parents; reader has ptsd

I was curled up in the foetal position on my bed, wrapped around my covers. Tears stained my cheeks, and my hair was messy and bedraggled. I hadn’t moved all day, not even to eat or go to the bathroom. I felt like an empty hole of guilt and pain and horror.

There was a knock on my bedroom door. I had no energy to even answer, so I just waited. I was pretty sure who it was, and I knew he’d let himself in. He always did.

My door creaked three times as he slowly pushed it open, trying to be quiet. “y/n?” Conrad whispered. “Are you sleeping?”

My back was to him. I didn’t look at Conrad at all, but I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak yet.

“It’s getting late. My mum and Laurel are getting worried about you. Are you sick?”

Again, I just shook my head.

I heard his footsteps on my floorboards. They creaked too. Conrad came around to the side of the bed I was facing. He gently sat down on the edge of the mattress. I felt it sink slightly with his weight.

“y/n?” His voice was still really quiet and soft. “Are you… okay?”

I wiped my face with my fingers, trying to figure out what to say. Obviously not the truth. Anything but it. “Um, I’m fine. Just really tired from the party last night…”

My voice was croaky from crying all day. I swallowed nervously, wishing I had water to mask the pain in my voice.

“What’s wrong?” Conrad asked, his tone hardening a little.

“Nothing,” I lied. “I’m fine.”

“y/n.” The way he said my name made me shiver with both delight and worried anticipation. “You’re clearly not okay. You never sleep in after eight in the summer. You always go to the beach first thing. It’s nearly four pm. You haven’t been seen since the party last night. What’s wrong?”

The fact that he’d memorised all that about me made me fall even deeper in love with him, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell him what had happened. It was all my own fault anyway.

I pushed myself to a sitting position. I tried to drag my fingers through my matted hair, but it was useless. I needed a brush to fix that mess. I wiped my face again, just in case it helped hide the tear stains. I blinked a couple times, then licked my lips, finally meeting Conrad’s eyes.

“Please, y/n,” he begged. He moved his hand to cover mine. I glanced down at it, then back up at him, and his gorgeous blue eyes, pleading with me.

I shook my head. “I… I can’t. I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Conrad looked disappointed, but he didn’t argue. He never did with me. “Okay. If you’re sure you’re alright. Do you want to go swimming with me?”

I hesitated. “Alright.”

“Okay.” He smiled. “Meet you downstairs in ten.”

Conrad was waiting for me at the front door, dressed in his dark blue swimming shorts, with a dark blue towel thrown over his shoulder. His eyes lit up when he saw me.

I’d run a brush through my tangles, changed into my usual white swimsuit with the tiny dark blue stars all over it, and grabbed my matching white towel.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, Conrad gazed at me for a moment. I felt strangely comfortable with him looking at me. Even with all that had happened last night. I knew I could never feel uncomfortable with Conrad. He wouldn’t ever do anything to make me feel like I wasn’t safe.

I shook my head, wishing those thoughts away. I didn’t want to think of last night. I only wanted to think of now, and of Conrad, and of swimming at the beach. Even though that was where it happened…

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Conrad’s voice brought me back to the present.

“Mhm,” I said quickly. “Let’s go and swim.”

Conrad smiled. “Yeah, let’s.”

On the way outside, passing the Fisher’s pool, I had second thoughts. “Hey, actually, can we swim in the pool this time?”

Conrad stopped and looked at me, confused. “But you adore the beach. You always have.”

“I know,” I said, feeling fidgety all of a sudden. I shifted my weight from foot to foot. “Just please? Can we?”

He relented. “Course.”

I dropped my towel and instantly dove into the water, letting it surround me in its familiar, comforting embrace. The water was my home, my heart, my special place. I always felt safe in the water. I stayed under for as long as I could hold my breath, before finally bursting back up above the surface.

Conrad was sitting at the edge of the pool, his feet in the water. Watching me.

I pushed my hair back, treading water. Watching him right back. His eyes reminded me of glass. Blue sometimes, but shattered and colourful and reflective too.

“What are you thinking about?” Conrad asked.

I hesitated. “The ocean.”

“So why are we in the pool, then, missy?”

I took a moment to answer. “Well, I’m in the pool. You’re just staring at me.”

“Am I not allowed to stare at pretty things?”

I blushed. I was used to Jeremiah and his flirtatious ways, but Conrad? Compliments and Conrad never went together.

“Umm…”

“Don’t answer that,” he decided. “Forget it.” He stood, and dove. For a split second, it was almost like he was suspended in the air, and then, I was sprayed with water. Conrad came up almost right away, not staying under like I always do.

He rose above the water right next to me, breathing through his mouth. Ugh, stop thinking about his mouth, I thought desperately. Stop being so in love with him, it’s getting pathetic.

“y/n.”

“Hmm?” I focused on him.

“You aren’t okay,” he said.

I opened my mouth to argue. Conrad held up a hand. “I know, you keep saying you are totally fine. But I know you, y/n, and I know you aren’t okay today. But I know that you will tell me what’s wrong if you want to, so I won’t push you. Just know that I’m here, okay?”

His blue eyes looked very blue right now. They were staring into mine, threatening to pull out all my secrets. I blinked. “I know. Thank you, Con.”

I hadn’t called him Con in a long time. It startled him, I could tell, but he smiled a little, backing away from me in the water. “Come on, let’s race.”

I allowed myself a dry smile. “You and your racing. You boys all just love to win, don’t you?” I rolled my eyes playfully. “Competitive boys.”

Conrad splashed me with water. “Hey, you’re one to talk. You’re the most competitive person I know.”

I pretended like I was offended. “Please. I am not competitive. I just like to win. At everything. All the time.” I hesitated. “Okay, maybe I am a little competitive. But I grew up living as the ‘little girl’ with you and Jere and Steven! Can you blame me?”

Conrad laughed. “Okay. Maybe you’ve got a point.”

“See?”

“But …” He smirked. “I do remember this one time —”

“Shut up!” I gasped. “You know you weren’t supposed to know that!” I swam over to him, hitting him lightly on the arm.

“Ow!” Conrad rubbed his forearm, frowning at me. Suddenly, all I could think of was how cute he looked when he was faking being mad, his brow creasing.

“Don’t be a baby,” I said, flustered by my own thoughts. “Don’t you even bring that up again.”

“Aww, c’mon, y/n,” he whined, which was also really cute. I hated how much I was in love with this boy. It almost hurt, because I knew he would never be mine.

“It was cute.” Conrad said, tapping my nose.

I swallowed, trying to keep my breathing normal. “You think it was cute?” My voice sounded small and delicate, like glass, like whatever he said in return might shatter it.

“Umm…” Conrad looked embarrassed. “Well, I mean. I guess so, uh, because you were just trying so hard to, umm…” He trailed off, not looking at me.

I rubbed my leg against the other, staring at him while I had the chance, staying quiet. I didn’t know what to say.

“Sorry,” I blurted. “You’re allowed to bring that up. I’m being ridiculous. Ignore me.”

Conrad met my eyes, his blue one piercing into mine. “What? No. You don’t have to apologise for anything, y/n.” Worry flashed in his expression, but he didn’t say anything.

I looked down at the water in front of me, slowly kicking my legs. I chewed my lip. “No. Just — whatever. It’s whatever.” I waved my hand. “It honestly doesn’t even matter. I was just a stupid little kid.”

“Hey,” Conrad reached for my hand, giving it a squeeze. “You have never been stupid.”

I met his gaze again. I felt so incredibly seen and safe with Conrad. How could I not? I love you, I wanted to say, so, so badly, but I just couldn’t make myself. It wasn’t for me to say.

Conrad seemed to understand without me having to say it. “Come here,” he said, and pulled me into a tight hug. I wrapped my legs around his waist, burying my face in his neck, finally letting my tears go. I clung to him and cried out all my emotions.

Fear, horror, pain from last night.

Distress, anxiety, misery from today.

Love, joy, safety from my Conrad.

“y/n, please tell me what’s going on.”

I shook my head. “Con, I can’t. I can’t tell you. It-it’s too bad.”

He gently pulled me off him, looking intently into my face. “y/n. You are not alright. And you’re not alone. I’m right here. I won’t tell a soul what you tell me. But you need to tell someone what’s going on. And… I’d like it to be me.”

I didn’t want to tell anyone. I wanted to bury last night deep inside me and never think about it again. But I knew he was right. Otherwise, it would fester deep in my chest, burning and killing me from my middle to my outside.

I took a deep breath. “Okay. Um.” I had no idea where to start. “Last night, my parents were fighting. With each other, and with-with me. They were blaming me for all their problems, and calling me all these awful names and telling me I was useless to them and that they wished they’d never had me as a daughter, and I, I got really angry, I told them fine. I was gonna leave and never come back if that’s how they felt about me. So they kicked me out.”

I had been trying to keep my emotions in check, but I was sobbing now. “And then, I was walking down the beach on the way to your house when this guy—“ My voice faltered. “He… he grabbed me and tried to kiss me and touch me but I kicked him and ran. I ran all the way to your house.”

“That’s why you turned up so late and flustered.”

I nodded, wiping furiously at my tears. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t—“

Conrad wrapped me so tightly in his arms I couldn’t even finish my sentence.

“If you ever—“ Conrad’s voice was harsh and angry. “ever say sorry for something like this again, I will kill you. Don’t you dare be sorry.”

I wrapped my arms around him, holding tightly to him. His arms were solid and warm around my waist.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you,” Conrad said roughly into my shoulder, and I realised with a start that he was crying. Not as badly as me, granted, but tears were glistening in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me right away?” he begged, his voice ragged. He gripped my shoulders, staring at me.

I couldn’t meet his eyes. “I didn’t want to bother you with my drama.” I traced my fingertip against the top of the water, making a ripple.

“y/n, I will never be bothered by anything you have to say.” Conrad looked more serious than I’d ever seen him. And for Conrad, that was saying something. “I just… I’m so sorry. Are you alright? Did that guy hurt you? Do you know who he was, or what he looked like? And, if you don’t want to go back to your parents, or you can’t, you know you’re welcome here as long as you need.”

I nodded slowly. “He didn’t really do anything. It just terrified me. I think I did more damage to him than he did to me. Especially since he just scared me and I kicked him in his sensitive place.”

Conrad managed to laugh. “That’s my y/n.”

My chest grew uncontrollably warm at his remark. “Um, and yeah. I don’t think I’ll be able to go back home for a while.”

“Well,” Conrad grabbed and squeezed my hand again. “You know you’ve got a home here, with us.”

“Thanks, Con.” I gave him a small smile, which he returned.

[changbinsboiledegg]

Girl your skz "another member walks in" reactions gave me intense Changbin brainrot and I need a full thing but where his gf is feeling insecure about herself so he fucks her and doesn't let her cum until she repeats the praises and compliments he tells her 🤤🥰🥰

No because why does he seem like the type?? Insecure?? Nope. Not on Changbin's watch. Also, in case no one told you told Anon; you horny mf. Anyways, I hope you enjoy :,)

AFAB! reader x SKZ Changbin.

MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI!!!!!!!!

Warnings: Insecure reader, issues with body/self image, SMUT. SMUT. SMUT. Explicit, swearing, petnames, praise kink, edging?, cum lol, creampie, unprotected seggs, usage of the word 'dick' because I was scared to write 'cock'. Maybe a little dirty talking? I feel like I'm forgetting smth but y'all get the gist.

Note: Please don't blacklist me lmao I'm only here to provide for anons and smut readers alike. Longer than I intended but I don't think y'all care lol. Anyways, ily, I hope you enjoy, and I'm going to log out for a day because I'm nervous. And obviously if smut makes you uncomfortable, SKIP. any grammar/typos, look away 🫶 I tried.

btw, Changbin is my ult lol. Okay adios.

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You tried on way too many outfits within the past ten minutes. Each one leaving you with a sinking heart and a frown that grew the more you overthought how you looked.

You felt yourself on the verge of tears from the frustration. You and Changbin were supposed to go out on a date later that night and nothing looked right on you. The insecurities were eating you alive and you even went as far as to think, ‘why is he with someone like me?’

“Baby?” You knew Changbin was coming over but you lost track of time. He saw you frowning in disgust at yourself in the mirror, noticing the glint in your eyes from the tears about to give out.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.” Changbin wrapped his arms around you.

“Why are you with me? I can’t even make an outfit look good on me! People are going to see me with you and wonder why you’re with someone so—”

“Nope. No. No. Stop that. Look at me.” Changbin’s tone was stern, turning you around to face him.

“You are beautiful, gorgeous, a Goddess. If you don’t think these outfits look good on you, then it’s the outfits fault.” He started, lifting a hand to your cheek and wiping the tears that fell down your cheeks with his thumbs.

“If you need me to take your shopping for outfits that won’t make you feel like this, I will. But Just know that I think you could make literal trash look sexy.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his statement, now wiping your own tears. You looked back at the mirror again, feeling your heart sink. “But—”

“Take off this dress.”

“What?” You were taken aback by his interruption. Changbin stood firm where he was, crossing his arms as he looked at you in the mirror. ”Take off the dress. I want to show you something.”

You did as he said, slowly peeling off the dress that didn’t make the cut. Letting it fall to the floor, you were left in just your bra and panties.

Changbin slightly smirked, placing his hands on your shoulders and leaning close to your ear from behind. “See? It is not you making these outfits look bad.”

You glanced away from the mirror, still feeling insecure in your skin. You wished he wouldn’t stare so much, not wanting him to see what you saw. But at the same time, you felt good feeling his eyes roam your body.

“Don’t look away. I’m not done yet.” Changbin regained your attention. You reluctantly looked at yourself, waiting to see what he was trying to show you. You guaranteed that it wouldn’t work.

His hands trailed down your back and to the clasp of your bra, unclasping it and pulling it off.

You were still left in your panties as his hands reached around to cup your breasts, gently massaging them.

“So gorgeous. How could you ever think otherwise?” Changbin huskily whispered, pecking the side of your neck near your jaw.

“No, I’m not—”

“Yes. You are.” He moved his hands down your stomach and to the front of your panties. He noticed you looking away and stopped right at the band. ”Look.” He whispered again, pressing himself against you from behind. You looked back at yourself, feeling his hard erection poking you.

“Do you think I would be this hard for someone I didn’t think looked this fucking gorgeous?” He kissed your neck again, moving his hands to clasp the sides of your panties before pulling them down to your ankles. He stood back up and moved his hand back down to your sensitive, wet clit.

“You’re so beautiful, already ready for me? You feel good when I tell you the truth, don’t you?” He smirked smugly as he rubbed circles around your clit.

You elicited a moan, biting your lip as his touched made you shudder. Changbin paused, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t answer me.”

“…Yes… I feel good when you compliment me.” You replied in a pleading tone, wanting him to continue. Changbin kissed your neck again.

“You agree that you’re beautiful?” Changbin watched your face in the mirror, waiting for your answer. You hesitated.

Changbin slowly retracted his hand.

“No! Wait… please keep going.” You begged. Changbin clicked his tongue, “Do you agree?”

“Yes! Please?”

“What are you agreeing on?” Changbin quizzed, his hand still not budging. You squirmed but he wrapped his other arm around your waist.

“I’m… I’m…” You couldn’t say it. Changbin waited a few seconds before pulling away from you.

“Beautiful! I’m… beautiful.” You said, feeling a bit awkward— but desperate. Changbin smiled, putting his hands on your waist and guiding you down to the floor and pushing you on all fours.

“You sound so sexy complimenting yourself. You should do it often.” Changbin trailed his hands down your spine and stopping at your hips, gently squeezing them.

“So sexy.”

He took his hands off of you and when you looked in the mirror, seeing how you looked in this position, you also saw Changbin undressing himself. He kicked the clothing away from his immediate surroundings and kneeled down behind you. He was so close that you could feel his hard dick laid on your ass.

“Now, I know you want me inside of you but only if you look at yourself in the mirror and if you repeat after me. Got it, baby?” Changbin stroked himself in slow motions as he used his free hand to spread your legs apart more.

“Oh… Okay… I can do that.” Your eyes flickered to yourself, digging your nails into the carpet a little. You couldn’t help but look at Changbin, though.

“Look at you. Not me.” His stern tone came out again, sliding the head of his dick inside of you. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

“Yes!” You answered quickly, trying to focus on yourself. He was watching your face. Your eyes specifically. He knew when and where you were looking.

“Good.” He slid into your wet hole, gripping your hips to pull you closer as he filled you up and stretched you out.

“Don’t you agree that you’re stunning?” He paused, not daring to thrust yet but you felt his dick twitching inside of you.

You wanted more. He definitely wanted more.

But you hesitated. Changbin slowly inched himself out of you.

“Yes.” You caught yourself looking away from your face before quickly staring at yourself again. Changbin, satisfied, snapped his hips forward, sending himself pounding into you.

You covered your mouth, not daring to look away from the mirror as his thrusts were so powerful, the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against each other and the moans, groans, and whimpers that emitted from both of you.

Changbin’s grip on your hips tightened as he grunted, “come on, baby. Don’t cover your mouth. Let me hear how good you feel, gorgeous.”

You slapped your hand against the carpet as your walls clenched around his dick, earning a groan as he threw his head back. Your legs felt like goo, knowing you made him feel like that.

His pace continued before abruptly stopped and feeling you pulsate around his length.

“Ah-ah. Don’t close your eyes. You need to watch how good you take it.” He reached a hand to your shoulder for more leverage. You slowly opened your eyes, whimpering from the pleasure and the need to cum.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make.” He commented in a low whisper, thrusting into you again, only this time he went deeper, harder, and even a little faster.

You weren’t sure which of you were more needy.

“You’re so beautiful.” Changbin watched you in the mirror. Your moans became louder the closer your were about to orgasm.

You almost forgot what he said about repeating him when he stopped abruptly.

“I’m-I’m beautiful…” You repeated. He continued.

“A literal Goddess— Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned. His thrusts getting faster.

You grit your teeth, trying not to close your eyes as you felt yourself about to let go any minute now. It made your eyes water, but as you looked at yourself being fucked by him, you started to like how you looked.

“I’m a-a Goddess!” You bit your lip, only to moan louder. Changbin smirked, loving the way you were complimenting yourself— finally.

“That’s good, baby, keep doing that.” He cooed, He was satisfied. He was able to take your mind off of your insecurities and seeing you like this, writhed and moaning as he took you from behind? That was one of his favorites sights. “I’m so proud of you, beautiful.”

You were about to cum, feeling your walls contract and clench around him, hearing his groans and moans from the feeling of you on the edge.

You felt euphoric, keeping your eyes on the mirror and trying not to close them because you didn’t want him to stop. But then you did.

Changbin knew it was an involuntarily reaction— that you couldn’t stop yourself from closing your eyes.

He continued, feeling himself about to cum after you. He wanted you to watch yourself cum though.

“Open your eyes, look. Don’t you agree you look pretty cumming?” Changbin was breathing heavily, almost panting as he kept his pace. You forced your eyes open, screaming out from your orgasm as you were cumming.

“Pretty, right? So fucking pretty.” Changbin felt his own orgasm wash over him and you continued to take him, smirking as you watched him in the mirror as he started to fall apart inside of you.

“Very pretty.” You commented, watching as he clenched his jaw and filled you to the brim with cum. He almost collapsed on top of you, had you not been on all fours.

He regained his composure and pulled out as cum dripped out of your hole seconds after.

“You did amazing as usual.” Changbin complimented as you had turned and sat, facing him. You were barely catching your breath.

“I could say the same for you.” Your smirk was still on your face, just as satisfied as he was. “Thank you for…” You paused, thinking of how to word your sentence.

“Thank you.” You settled, feeling a lot less insecure than you did before. Changbin smiled.

“Of course. I will always be here to remind you of how amazing you are.”

[auras-moonstone]

mad woman — ethan landry (epilogue)

word count: 791

pairing: ethan landry x gf!fem!reader

author’s note: as i told you, i’m a rom-com girly, so i couldn’t have ended it any other way. thank you for supporting my work💕🫶🏻 i don’t think i’ll do other ethan series, but i’ll for sure do one shots for him!

last part ; series masterlist

EVERYTHING WENT FINE FOR THE KIRSCHES AND THE FREEMAN GIRL. They got away with it—the fact that Bailey was part of the police clearly helped a lot—, Quinn and her dad left NY because she would still have to live in clandestinity and Bailey didn’t want to leave his daughter alone.

Ethan and Y/N, on the other hand, decided to finish they college education. They moved in together and their relationship grew stronger and stronger with each passing day.

They now were about to celebrate their fourth year as a couple, and Ethan had big plans for it. He had consulted it with his sister thousands of times—if she didn’t love them so much, she would’ve blocked him already—but he finally had it all planned.

“Babe that was the longest walk ever, did I have to do it blind-folded?” she asked with a laugh once Ethan told her they had arrived.

“I promise it’s worth it” his breath tickled the back of her neck and, even after four years of being by his side, it still gave her chills and made her heart go wild. His soft fingertips made contact with her hair to take the blindfold off.

She blinked a few times, to get accustomed to the light, and her jaw flew open. They were on the roof, and by the sight of the big campus, she figured they were on the Blackmore University building. But it wasn’t dark and lifeless as usual, Ethan set up a blanket and some cushions on the floor and candles around it.

Y/N smiled and then looked at her boyfriend. The warm light of the fairy lights—that were hung on the wall—reflected on his face and he couldn’t look more beautiful. “Ethan this is… perfect”

“Only the best for you, of course” he flashed his pretty smile that was only reserved for her. “Let’s eat”.

They sat on the green blanket and ate the lasagna Y/N made. Ethan could barely swallow his food from nervousness, and Y/N, who knew him like the back of her hand, obviously took notice of that.

“Eth, what’s wrong?” she asked, putting her hand on top of his.

“I…” he sighted before standing up. Y/N watched him go to one corner and turn on the small speaker he brought. A tune she instantly recognized filled the room. “This song made me think of you… well, of us”.

“Timeless by Taylor Swift made you think of us?” Y/N asked with a smile, tears already filled her eyes. And she didn’t even know what was about to happen. “That’s… that’s so sweet”.

Ethan smiled, sitting back next to her “Yeah… I never felt anything like this before. To be honest, I didn’t even think this feeling existed. But… everything is better since you entered my life—which, by the way, thank you for being noisy” he said, making her laugh. Tears running down both of their faces “I think of my life before I met you and I get this horrible feeling on my chest… I don’t want to imagine a life without you. I want to spend the rest of my life by your side, have kids, adopt pets, buy a house, watch how our hair turns grey…” he made a pause “Get married…”.

Y/N smiled “Your list is on a weird order, Eth” she laughed.

“Shut up” he laughed, his lips meet hers for a millisecond “What I am trying to say is… I love you, and I want us to be together forever. So, Y/N, would you like to marry me?” He showed her an engagement ring with an emerald stone. Y/N laughed, which made Ethan frown “That was not the answer I expected”.

“No! I mean, yes! I want to marry you. I would love to marry you” she said kissing his cheeks, lips, forehead, jaw “I laughed because… well” she took a little box from her bag and showed him the content. “We both had the same plan”.

“Oh my god” Ethan laughed. “Well, aren’t you gonna ask the question, love?”.

“Dear beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking Ethan… would you make me the happiest girl in the world and take my hand in marriage?” she asked in a posh voice.

Ethan rolled his eyes “Do you always have to kill the romantic vibe?”

Y/N arched her brow “Is that a no?”

“It’s a put the fucking ring on me already” he said. And Y/N obeyed, and then Ethan did the same to her. “I can’t wait to get married”

“Me neither. I love you, so so much”

Ethan grabbed her waist to pull her to his lap “But I love you more”

“Not a chance” she laughed, resting her forehead against his.

“Should we celebrate this, fiancé?” he smirked, his eyes filled with need and lust.

“Let’s go home, fiancé”

[suugarbabe]

I have two things i would like to ask!

1) do you take emoji anons? if so could i be 🦈 anon?

2) could i request a mattheo x fem!reader where the reader doesnt know how to express her feelings or emotions and feels like she bothers people with them and kinda shuts off when shes upset? maybe she got into an argument with her toxic mother and now shes silently sitting on her bed crying just sitting there while ignoring everyone and like ghosting everyone?

feel free to ignore the request‼️

love your work sm🫶🏼

I've never had an emoji anon but I'm not opposed to it as long as you're respectful :)

here's that request lovie

You hugged your knees tighter to your chest, doing your best to muffle your cries as your face was buried. You were so upset after this morning's post that you had skipped all of your classes, which was very uncharacteristic of you. 

But after the letter you received from your mother you just couldn’t find it in yourself to care about classes, or going to lunch, or seeing your friends. You had been sat on the same space of your bed for the better part of five hours. 

A few of your roommates had tried to come and talk to you, but you merely shook your head or just flat out ignored them. You knew they were concerned, you could hear it in their tone of voice and how they even brought you lunch, but you just wanted to be left alone. 

So when you heard a knock on your door right about dinner time, you again ignored it, not even bothering telling whichever roommate to go away. When the door creaked open, you stayed unmoving. You crossed your arms over your head, trying to conceal yourself more from whoever was walking in. 

You ran out of tears to cry about an hour ago, but your sniffling was continuous. It was when you felt your bed dip that you finally lifted your head. You knew you looked a mess, likely your eyes were puffy, cheeks red and splotchy from crying all day. 

When your eyes met Mattheo’s was when your tears started again. Immediately he brought you to his lap, legs on either side of his thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his chest. His arms circled your waist, holding you close and squeezing you tight. 

Seeing you like this made his heart feel like it was breaking. He let you cry until his jumper was soaked, rubbing shapes on your back the entire time. When you finally released him from your iron grip you wiped your eyes and face with your sleeve, giving another sniffle. 

He tenderly held your face in his strong hands, “Ready to tell me why you skipped all your classes now, love?” 

You took a shaky breath, trying to keep yourself composed, “I-I got a letter from my mum this morning a-and…”

“Shh…you don’t have to. I know it’s tough for you to share sometimes, but obviously whatever she said had a big impact.” 

You nodded, and he continued to sing your praises, “Princess you are so smart and kind and loving, not to mention gorgeous and beautiful and sexy.” He nuzzled his nose into your neck, tickling you and making you giggle. 

“Never, ever, let anyone dull that shine in your eyes that I fell so very much in love with.” You were smiling now, the first time all day, “There she is, there’s my pretty girl.” 

His lips met yours in a gentle kiss, soft against your own yet displaying the love and admiration he just expressed for you. 

He pulled back and you pouted slightly. He couldn’t stop the chuckle he let out, thumb playfully tugging on your bottom lip, “Now, now, none of that. You’ve had a long day. Let’s lay down.” 

You let him pull back your duvet before slipping in to the warm covers. He did the same, pulling you close to him with an arm around your waist. You rested your head on his chest, breathing in his scent. 

You scolded yourself slightly, you should’ve had him come sooner. The smell of his cologne alone already putting you in a state of relaxation. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, a hand tracing your hair. You stayed like that, wrapped in the one person that could calm you down until you peacefully fell asleep.

[grandestheart]

𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - grayson x lyra

request from @mariamluv

-.- It was three am. Lyra kane was searching the Hawthorne island mansion for any clues for the game. She shouldn’t be up this late, all contestants were supposed to head back to there respective rooms at eleven, but most nights, Lyra would sneak out to look, it was the only time she could search without the other players on her tail.

She shone the flashlight around the hallway. The Hawthorne mansion was gorgeous, it had beautiful gilded hallways, and chandeliers decked with crystals. Her socks gently padded down the hallway until she stopped at a door. It had no decorations, it was just a tall, dark wood door. It immediately looked out of place. Lyra rested her hand against the gold door knob, and pushed it open.

The door creaked open. The room was dark, the only light came from a small window the moon shine through. In the middle of the room, a huge grand piano stood. Lyra walked towards it, she ran her fingers against the edge. She hadn’t played piano in years, the last time she had played was when she was at her dads. Before he’d died. Positioning herself onto the stool, lyra pushed the piano cover open.

Slowly, her muscle memory started to kick in, her hands started playing the keys. She let memorys flood back to her, her and her father sat at his barely working piano, him teaching her how to play chords. Some days, she wanted nothing more to be with him for just one more minute. The song slowed to a stop, and lyras eyes opened, she took deep breaths, trying to gather herself.

Somebody cleared their throat behind him, Lyra spun around. It was the gamemaster, grayson. “Gamemaster, what are you doing here?” She hurriedly, pushed closed the piano. “I could ask you the same thing, you’re not supposed to be here.” Lyra walked towards him, “I- I was just looking for clues, sir.” Grayson nodded. “You play beautifully.” Lyra was taken aback, “what are you talking about?” Grayson ignored her and made his way to the piano. “The piano. You play it beautifully.” Grayson lifted up the cover, “oh, I- uh thank you Grayson.” “You know, this used to be just outside my room.”

His room? Like in his castle in Texas? “This piano?” Lyra raised an eyebrow, “yes,” Grayson turned towards her, would you like to play with me?” It couldn’t hurt, Lyra shrugged, “sure.” Grayson sat at the piano, gesturing Lyra to join him. “So,” she asked, “what can you play?” Graysons face stayed serious, “anything, just play something and I’ll join in.” Ok… Lyra started to play random notes, practically composing her own song, soon enough, Grayson joined in, quietly humming under his breath. When the song finished, Grayson turned to her, his mouth only inches away from hers. “How did you learn to play?” Grayson asked her with the slight tilt of his head. Lyra look down, “my dad taught me.” She looked up at Grayson. “When he was alive. Obviously." She felt a single tear run down her cheek, and then another.

Grayson lifted his hand to her face, "I-im sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Lyra backed away from Grayson, “no it’s ok, you didn’t know.” Grayson wiped the tears away from her cheek, he cupped her face. He isn’t going to kiss me is he? But he did, he leaned towards her and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss was gentle and rough at the same time. Lyra kissed him back her two hands came to rest on his chest. Grayson broke the kiss first, but he didn’t push her away, he pulled her into his chest, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead.

They spent the rest of the night in the piano room, Grayson only left to prepare for the next day of the game. The next morning, it was like the night before never happened.

-.-

[tatsumessy]

I missed you - {Roronoa Zoro}

Leaving him on Dressrosa was probably the worst plan anyone every had. They weren’t just going up against some regular pirate who aspires to be king of the pirates knowing damn well that dream will never happen. It was Doflamingo, he was dangerous and killed for fun.

Zoro was obviously strong and you didn’t have the right to worry about him but you couldn’t stop. Especially when the fight at Sabaody happened and he disappeared without a trance injured at that. It’s not like you were his girlfriend or anything, hell the two of you rarely talked to each when you were on the ship together.

But this is the first time you’ve been separated ever since that happened and your nerves were getting the best of you. “Hey Y/n, are you okay?” Nami asked taking a seat right next to you on the grass, “oh…yeah I’m fine. Just nervous.” She looked over at you with a worried expression then turned her attention back to the helm making sure that Brook was steering the ship in the right direction.

Arriving on Zou, the disaster that struck this island forced all of you to help the Minx into rehabilitation. This allowed for you all to quickly gain their trust and love, “Excuse me.” A bunny Minx spoke from behind you. “Yes?” “It’s a custom for us Minx that if someone saves us and we admire them that we switch clothes with them. Here I have this for you.” She stretches her arms out handing you a lace dress with a head piece attached to it.

“Oh, thank you.” She helped you get undressed then took your clothes away for her to change into while you wore the outfit she gave you. When you walked out the room to go and find your crew the first person to see you was Sanji. “OH WOW!!! YOU LOOK GORGEOUS Y/N MY DEAREST.” You blushed as he ran up the stairs and grabbed your hand to kiss the back of it.

When Nami walked out in her blue dress Sanji actually passed out with blood spewing from his nose. The two of you walked down the steps joining the Minx for dinner and enjoying the time you had waiting for the rest of your crew to come. Your thoughts kept running back to Zoro and to whether or not if he was okay, your thoughts were interrupted when Pecolms asked to speak with all of you in private.

The whole situation was a mess and by the end of it you, Nami, Chopper and Brook were tied up in chains and Sanji was gone. Off to get married or something, he looked so uneasy which made everything worse. Sanji was supposed to be the one here to lead us while we waited now that he was gone it’s like the dynamic in the group changed.

“Are you sure your okay?” Brooks asked you as you laid next to Nami on the big sheep Minx who was already fast asleep. Brooks was taking a break from all the dogs chasing him wanting to eat off of his bones. “I’m fine, just exhausted is all. You’re the one who should rest for a fulfilling day tomorrow,” you giggled watching him internally freak out. You bid him goodnight and drifted off only to wake up a couple hours later.

Nami was still asleep and you really needed to clear your mind, you kept getting this feeling of craving something so badly and knowing it’s not there just physically hurts. One of the Minx warriors joined you on your walk around the forest protecting you just in case any one tries to come after you. As you admired all the beautiful trees and flowers in the gardens you started to pick some up when you heard a familiar voice.

Clenching the basket in your hand you followed it noticing Zoro standing there on a cleared path trying to figure out where to go. “Z-Zoro?” You whispered out thinking you were imagining him but the moment he turned to face you, you knew he was real. Tears fell from your eyes as you dropped the basket and ran over to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly and connected both of your lips as reassurance.

The two of you landed on the ground with a loud thud, he groaned into your mouth and the two of you stayed there for a moment. When you pulled away he looked at you with confusion mixed with anger but that all washed away when he saw your face. You’re cheeks were flushed and you were bawling your eyes out as you straddled his lap wiping at your face like a child, “I missed you.” He blushed at your revelation and furrowed his eyebrows trying to mask his embarrassment. “What’re you sayin Y/n! Get off of me!” He said and you quickly got off of him making sure to fix and dust off the beautiful clothes you were gifted.

“You didn’t have to attack me like that you know.” He said covering his face with the back of his hand and looking away, “I’m sorry, I just missed you so much~” you gave him a gentle smile and grabbed his hand to lead him back to where everyone else was, you knew he was lost. Thankful for that you got to have this private moment with him.

[slytherinshua]

I'd like to request #27 and #22 from fluff, #6 from action for Vernon please <3

Jealousy, Jealousy

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: none. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: vernon x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 760. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: ty for requesting hannah!! vernon is wrecking me again now 😭 and i'm having second thoughts abt having unbiased him after writing this sdkjsdd i mean just look at him he's so gorgeous 😭 so ty for that as well 🤩

It was so petty of you, honestly. You were supposed to be on set supporting your boyfriend, but after you had seen one of the makeup artists laughing so flirtatiously with him, you couldn’t stand it. So you removed yourself from the situation, and the set.

You knew there was no way Vernon would ever cheat on you, or even glance at another woman with anything other than a friendly gaze, but you still felt insecure, especially after seeing that. You weren’t mad at Vernon obviously— he had done absolutely nothing wrong. And maybe you had seen the makeup artist in the wrong light, but she did give you a bad vibe that you couldn’t shake off.

So now you were at home, seconds away from tears because you knew you were being so stupid and that Vernon had wanted you to be on set with him. He had even asked you to come this morning. You should’ve stuck it out and not gotten so overwhelmed with jealousy.

You remember his confused expression as he saw you leave the set, as if pleading for you to come back. You didn’t even tell him you were leaving. You just gave him a quick wave goodbye and left because the sight before you was suffocating. It was probably a lose-lose decision you made, because now you missed him like crazy.

You decided to take a nap to clear your head. That way when Vernon came back home you’d hopefully feel better. You stripped off your outfit for something comfier: sweat pants and Vernon’s hoodie. As you covered yourself with the blanket (on Vernon’s side of the bed cause it smelled like him) you were already feeling better. 

You fell asleep, the thoughts already leaving your head. You only thought about happy moments in your dream. Your first date with Vernon, countless nights where you had stayed up way too late laughing with him, all the times you had cuddled together, or how just his presence put you at ease.

When you woke up, you barely remembered what had upset you so much. And your attention was drawn away from it almost immediately, as your boyfriend walked through the door just minutes later.

“Hey.” You greeted with a small smile. Vernon dropped his bag on the chair and joined you by sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Hi,” He laughed softly, and you were glad he didn’t seem too upset at your sudden disappearance. He flopped down on the bed all the way, sighing and closing his eyes. He looked tired. You scooted closer to him and brushed some of his hair off his forehead.

“You tired?” You asked, and he nodded slightly, opening his eyes.

“You’re wearing my hoodie again.” He whispered fondly, not bothering to sit up just yet. He turned sideways so he faced you, head resting on the mattress comfortably.

You smiled and looked away, “I missed you, so I put it on. It’s comfy.”

“You wearing my clothes should be illegal. You look too cute in them.” He murmured. You laughed softly, continuing to run your hands through his hair soothingly, trying to relieve some of the stress of the day.

“I’m glad you’re back,” You sighed, “I missed you as soon as I got back home.”

He scoffed slightly, “You left the set and then immediately missed me?” 

You laughed, “It sounds a bit pathetic, doesn’t it?” He shrugged and sat up. “You would do the same thing, though.”

“I would.” He smiled, “Why did you leave, though?”

“Just got a bit annoyed, that’s all.” You muttered quietly.

“Over what? Did Jeonghan tease you again?”

You shook your head, “No, no. There was just this makeup artist… and I guess I didn’t like how she acted around you.” You sighed, your shoulders drooping down in defeat. It was a stupid reason, after all.

Vernon raised an eyebrow, “Are you jealous over me?”

You could only nod slightly, blush spread on your cheeks shyly, “Maybe…?”

“Come on- you totally were!” His smile was wide as he watched you grow more and more embarrassed. 

“Shut up.” You whispered.

“Admit you got jealous first.”

You groaned, “Fine. I admit that I got jealous over you.” You scowled at him, but that soon turned into a smile. He wrapped his arms around you for a hug.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous.” He murmured, pressing soft kisses to your temple and the side of your face. You stayed like that for a while, in the comfort of your boyfriends arms.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ svt taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2,, @ddenoudepression,, @hannahsophie0103

[obsessedwithitall]

Speak Now Part 2 (Eddie Munson AU)

It took me a bit but I think I'm happy with this. I may come back to it and change a bit but I'm proud of it so far :)

Enjoy 🩷

Read Part 1 here

Word Count: 1.4k

***

Maybe...

The courtyard was damp as if it had been raining, the long flowers scraped wet marks across your legs. Why did you come? You didn’t feel 100% well this morning, you could've called in sick to work. You didn't have to give in to the urge to go and see what was going on next door, you could've stayed at work and organised the cutlery. Every possible thing you could've done to stop this feeling was reeling through your mind, but your heart felt empty. Eddie hadn’t been yours for years. You hadn’t spoken in that time since your mums wedding but the realisation that there would be no hope in the future was tearing you apart.

***

“Show me the dress.” Your front door opened and your mom’s voice shouted through the hallway. “I need to see what you bought.”

Her face lit up at the sight of it. She hasn't even seen you in it yet. She held it up in front of her admiring it again. The tag poked out and your step dad, Derek, took a look.

His face dropped. “Y/N, that is more than we agreed.”

“How much was it?” your mom turned the dress to see the tag, the material rustling loudly. “80$! You got it on sale right?”

“No but...”

“Sweetie, its gorgeous, and I'm sure it's gorgeous on you but we just can't afford that much. Where did you even get that kind of money?”

“I used the money you gave me and...Eddie lent me the rest.”

“Your boyfriend bought this for you?” Derek spat and it made your blood boil.

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

Your mom put her hand on Derek’s shoulder to get his attention. “He’s a friend, they’ve been friends for years. “

“No guy is buying dresses like that for his friends.”

He was wrong. But you didn’t argue because this wasn’t about you.

“That was nice of him, sweetie. But the dress will have to go back.”

***

“Y/N” a voice shouted behind you, but you didn’t stop. Where you were going you didn’t know, just away from this. This wedding, this church, the hope you had that one day Eddie would turn up at your apartment.

You stopped suddenly, a hand around a wrist pulling you back. “Y/N, please stop a minute.”

***

“I've not talked to you all day.” Eddie came from behind you, circling the bench you were sitting on. It was quiet outside. You just needed a couple of minutes to yourself, but you weren’t mad he was interrupting the quiet.

“I know, its been hectic.”

You hadn’t expected the day to go any different. Weddings were chaotic and being your mom’s only bridesmaid put extra strain on you to help her.

“You didn’t wear the dress.”

You looked down at the new dress toy had on. “Yeah, my mom didn't like it.” You lied. It had gone back, as your mom had said.

“Too bad. It looked great. And I know you liked it.” Eddie shrugged.

You loved it. It was much nicer than the dress your mom chose in the end. You didn’t hate it but it stuck to you when you moved and you couldn’t wait to get it off.

“Ill give you your money back when I see you next. Derek thinks we're dating, which I know is weird because were obviously –“

Eddie laughed so loudly and abruptly it scared you. “Can you imagine? That’s crazy.”

“Crazy?”

“I’ve never heard of anything so funny in my whole life.”

You didn’t think it was funny. You’d hoped when he heard even her step dad thought they were dating even after all this time apart that Eddie might open his eyes, but obviously you’d read the whole situation wrong. This was embarrassing.

He continued to laugh.

“Eddie stop.”

Your tone caused him to stop and the paleness that had covered your face caused him to worry.

“Are you ok? You don’t look very well.”

“I’m fine.”

“We can get out of here if you’re unwell.”

“Its my mums wedding.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you’re sick.” He rubbed his hand down your back and you felt cold. You didn’t stay friends with him all these years to date him, but it hurt that he laughed so loudly and so long at the mere notion of dating you.

“I said I’m fine.”

He backed away. His face nearly as pale as yours. You both left that conversation there.

That summer you didn’t see Eddie anymore. You weren’t ignoring him as such you just were busy. You had stuff to do and so did he. Maybe he got the message a little too loud and clear, you thought.

***

“What are you doing here?”

“I work next door, I saw Becky, she told me to stay...I shouldn’t have, I know I wasn’t invited , I’m sorry, i ju-“

Eddie wrapped his arms around you, smashing your face into his chest. You synced your breath to his and, for a few seconds you felt the safety you used to find in him. Until he spoke.

“Tell me I’m doing the right thing.”

You pushed yourself away from him. “What?”

He took a deep breath. “Tell me I should marry Meg.”

“Ed-“

“Tell me its a good idea, tell me she’s the one for me and I’ll be happy.”

“Eddie, I don’t know you as a couple. We haven’t spoke in years.”

“I don’t know anyone who knows me better. If you tell me I should do this then I will.”

“I only know rumours...”

He laughed. He knew. Obviously he knew. Everyone knew.

“Why are you marrying her?”

“It was next, I suppose. We dated for a while and you know Meg, she gets what she wants.”

“And what she wants is you and her dentist?”

Eddie turned his face upwards, laughing at the sky.

“The dentist as well? I thought it was just a bartender.”

It was sad to see your friend like this. Thinking that he should settle for a woman who seemingly had no respect or care for him whatsoever.

“You deserve better.” you whisper.

“You deserved better.”

“You don’t have to do this you know.”

“No, I need to apologise.” For what, you thought. You hadn’t spoken in years and that was mostly your fault. He couldn’t still be thinking about that.

“No, I mean-“

Eddie cut you off with the beginning of one of his speeches. “You were at college. You were smart and doing things and I couldn’t even finish high school. I just thought, why would you ever want to date someone like-“

You raised your voice and put your hand on his mouth to stop him talking anymore. “I meant, you don’t have to marry Meg.” Your hand made its way back to your side and Eddie didn’t open his mouth to say anymore. “Please don’t.”

***

Eddie threw his bag in the back of the van and jogged round to the drivers side.

“Out.” He demanded.

“Why can’t I drive this time?” you pouted.

He shook his head. “My van, my rules.” You reluctantly slid out of he seat, your feet crunching on the path beside him.

“So does that mean if I get a van, then its my rules?”

A smirked creeped onto Eddie’s face as he leaned slowly towards you, but you sharply darted away and ran around to the passenger side. Arm outstretched, pointing at him, you shouted “If I can’t drive, you can't have kisses.” Childish, but funny, he thought.

Eddie sat in the drivers seat heavily and quickly adjust his pocket, lest you see the small box he had inside. It was risky keeping the ring in his pocket but he knew you would've already gone through the bags a million times before leaving, and then at least he knew exactly where it was.

“Are the others meeting us there?”

He stuttered a bit, “Er- yeah. I think they’re starting out a bit later.” Maybe he lied, maybe they were already there and setting up things for him.

You clipped your seatbelt and smiled over at him. The kind of big smile he loved. “You’ll have to put up with me on your on for a bit longer then.”

He would. Hopefully forever if you said yes. He knew he’d got it right this time.

***

Hopefully you enjoyed it. Feedback and comments are very welcome 🩷🩷

[polyklok]

Can you do a murderface x female reader?

Yes I can! Tysm for being my first request ^_^

TW: Swearing, lots of comfort, insecure murderface, ever-so-slightly implied content at the end

“Schtop looking at my cardsch!”

You grinned mischievously, holding your own fan of playing cards close to your chest, “Me? Oh, William, I would ne-ever!”

Murderface rolled his eyes, more so out of playfulness than annoyance. He couldn’t be annoyed at you. In any other situation, something as simple as a game of cards would’ve fueled his overly-competitive and easily-angered side. But, not with you, for you had a precious tendency to squeeze his loving little heart.

You placed your head once again on his shoulder, continuing to obviously stare at his hand. The game had turned into a throwaway since you started it, the two of you sitting cross-legged in his bed and using the opportunity to flirt and tease.

“You’ve had that king this whole time?”

“Yup.”

“Sneaky bastard.”

He snuck his free arm to your waist, holding you tightly, the butterflies in his stomach raving like it was their last day. How did you do it? Still managed to make him flustered after all this time? He was a rockstar! He was supposed to fuck and forget, and have flings all over the planet! But he wasn’t made for that and he knew. In this moment, surrounded by your warmth, he knew he was made for you and you only.

Were you made for him? He sure hoped so. But you seemed so beautiful, so compassionate, so indescribably perfect! And he was…William Murderface. Dethklok’s useless bass player, the ugliest guy in the world. You showing up in his life had to be a miracle. When would his luck run out?

“Hun?” He looked up with stinging eyes, completely unaware he had been crying. He quickly wiped them away, chuckling from embarrassment, “Heh, schorry. Allergies.”

You frowned. You knew it was bullshit, and you knew that he knew that you knew it was bullshit. You set your cards down and crawled onto his lap, placing your hands gently on his face. Murderface avoided your eyes, embarrassed by his emotions. This was, unfortunately, quite a common occurrence. Whether he realized it or not, William needed a whole lot of your love.

“Darling, I love you.”

“I know,” You had said it to him hundreds of times, but it still made his heart flutter, “I love you too.”

You scooted closer, your torso pushing against his, “I love you and I think you’re gorgeous and you are so, so special to me, William.”

You spread clusters of kisses around his face as his tears continued to fall, no longer from sadness but from the overwhelming feeling of joy you brought him. He hugged your waist, burying his face into your chest.

“You’re amasching” He wanted to say so much more. You weren’t just amazing, you were everything. You were the light in his life, his muse, his magic, his miracle. You scratched at his scalp, taking the affection and giving plenty back.

He leaned into you, pushing you back onto the bed. You heard the remaining stack of cards fall to the floor at scatter; you’d have to deal with it later. For now, you continued to comfort the crying Murderface that lay on top of you. You brought his chin up, your heart hurting to see such red eyes.

“You’re perfect,” He said.

“No, I’m yours.”

He smiled and nuzzled his face once again into your chest, a bit deeper this time.

“Ah-watch it, boy. Don’t get ideas,” You teased.

“Who, me? I would ne-ever!”

[bucknastysbabe]

For the kink bingo, maybe Criston begging 🫣

This kinda took a darker turn than expected, hope you like! Xoxoxoxo

Kink Bingo - Begging

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Oral(m!receiving), Criston is a masochist, he’s batshit crazy depressed, bored also batshit princess likes to assist with his internal torment while getting off, VERY TOXIC, slight religious kink, Degredation, begging, dom!targ princess, man tears, basically she wants him as a pet.

A/N: Criston has broken his vows. He doesn’t care for much anymore besides supporting the greens. Morality is out the window and it just seems like he’s lost that inner spark he once had. Hence why he’s treated like this.

Criston had a pretty begging face. Big doleful brown eyes and sultry tilt to his lips. You would love to chain him up and parade the knight around the Keep as to say, “Look at my pet, isn’t he gorgeous? Dornish, I know!”

You sadly couldn’t do that. Everything had to stay behind closed doors. Sworn to celibacy and all that fun and merriment. Your mother would’ve sent you to be a Septa right now if it weren’t for your dragon needed for the imminent war. Just a matter of time and Xeraxes would be in battle.

Criston foamed at the mouth for war, for revenge, failing his vows. You figured the man liked to torture himself, make his lovely body as vile as his secrets. Yet here the white knight was again, at your feet. His armor had already been discarded, leaving Cole in a loose shirt and tan breeches. The seven pointed star hung upon his chest gleamed against the candlelight— a mockery.

Those dark orbs glistened, plush lips set in a pout. You, naked, leaned against the edge of the bed. Your legs spread so Criston could see what he wanted so very badly. Your swollen glistening folds, engorged clit, and peaked nipples. He made a small noise, shifting on strong thighs.

“Why should I let you eat my cunt Cole?”

His lips opened, shut, and opened again as he searched for an answer. You laughed meanly and pointed at him, “Don’t have one do you? Men, no matter how noble, swayed by cunt.”

The brunette growled lowly, obviously upset but banished to speak without orders. You twirled a pale braid and mused, “Confess to me. Like you would a Septon. Your crimes. Such a stained soul, my knight.”

Criston looked as if he wanted to cry now, his cock visibly twitching and swelling. You kicked a leg out, nudging the man with your toes. He jerked back as if stung, hanging his head. You ordered, “Look at your princess when she’s speaking to you, dog, I said confess now. Then we can have a trial.” You couldn’t help but grin wickedly at his distraught face, throat bobbing.

Criston’s voice was raspy as he asked, “From the beginning or since Kingsguard?”

You scoffed, “Don’t care to hear what savagery you got up to in the Marches. Start with the white cloak.”

Criston shifted again, visibly aroused from his discomfort. A wonderful pair. He intoned, “I broke my vows by taking princess Rhaenyra as a lover. We…made love many times. Then I offered to elope, running from my position. I tried to commit an abominable sin, suicide. Now I have hate in my heart for every person associated with her. I killed many innocents who would dare threaten Aegon’s claim. I lust. I lust, I lust, I lust over another damn Targaryen who tells me what a cunt I truly am.”

You laughed, “And a cunt you are.”

Criston’s eyes were shadowed, shoulders drooping in defeat. Leaning towards the downtrodden Cole you murmured, “Quite a heavy list of sins to atone for, some mortal. As judge, jury, and executioner, I want you to beg me on why I should suck such a pretty cock from the most tainted Kingsguard,” you grabbed his throat and hissed, “I want you to mean it.”

You shoved him away and lay on your belly, waiting for the spectacle. Criston regained his composure and grit his jaw before hoarsely begging, “I know I’m disgusting. But I want you more than anything.” He got down on his arms, a devout praying position, hands clasped.

“I may be tainted but my…affections for you are rooted deeper than anything. You take me away from my mind. You’re a fucking goddess among mortals. Nothing like that conniving cunt on Dragonstone. You never let me hope or dream. Just give me what I deserve,” his voice cracked, “Penance.”

“I’ll burn down everything, throw myself from the parapets just to smell your divine cunt. I want your lips so bad, fuck, I think about them and have to stop what I’m doing. I can’t get off without thinking of how godsdamned perfect you are princess,” he whined, “I’ll bust right here thinking about how warm your cunt is around me. Please, please, suck it. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ve promised myself to you every day tenfold. I serve my goddess.”

Your sat transfixed by his raw admission. Your pussy had somehow leaked onto the stone. He was so desperate, needy, broken. Your perfect dog. Unconditional. Criston softly added, “I’ll make my cloak turn grey with rot if you ask of me. Please, oh gods, I need you my princess.” You reached out to thumb away a tear, thoroughly sated with his behavior.

“You’re forgiven. My favorite tainted warrior. Lay back, let me take care of you,” you murmured while crawling between his thighs. Criston’s face was pinched in agony as you untied his breeches, pulling his painfully swollen cock out. You yanked down just enough to get at his full sac. The knight’s head fell back, curls bouncing as he mournfully moaned, “I’ll never be forgiven.”

“Probably not dear. Focus on my mouth.”

You enveloped the thick tip, swiping your tongue across his slit, other hand pulling down the loose skin. Criston’s flat belly tensed and he gasped your name. You easily bobbed your way down to the hilt, nosing along his wiry curls. He stared down at you in a mix of awe, wonder, and disgust. You keep him deep in your throat, swallowing and humming before pulling up to attack the tip again.

The knight swore, back arching when you massaged his heavy sac with a spit covered palm, thumbing the seam. Back down you went with a wet noise, fingers slipping down to your cunt. Criston gasped and begged, “No, no, no, please, let me eat your pretty pussy after? I’ll do anything!”

You smirked around his length, tapping once for a ‘yes’ on his hip. He moaned, “Thank you princess, goddess, perfection. I’ll do- Ah! Anything!” You hummed around his cock some more, spit flying as you worked him from root to tip in expert fashion. The brunette squirmed around, thinly moaning and whimpering your name. His fingers dug into the floor, his hair, the shirt.

“Please let me cum my princess— mmmm- wherever you want me to!”

Pulling off his twitchy cock you garbled, “On my tits, don’t want your twisted seed in me.” Criston sighed as you returned to the job at hand: milking him dry. The hand firm on his sack trickled back to that damp loose skin. You dug your thumb in, hard, and sucked him up rough. Criston bit down on his fist to shut up, painting your tits and belly in white streaks. He babbled nonsense, more pleas, more compliments. You disinterestedly rubbed his thigh. Pathetic little man.

Couldn’t help but appreciate the Dornish. Criston warbled, “Can I now?” You smiled and spread your thighs, fingers tight in his locks as you cooed, “Yes, being my best dog. Lap up.”

[faithinhome]

Neighbor Next Door - Stephen Strange/ Female OC

18+ | minors please DNI

Summary: anna had always thought the doctor next door was attractive. and one interaction left her itching to get more of him.

Tags: age gap (25F & 40M), cheating (but not in the way you’d think), strong language, smut.

Chapter 9: Earned it.

anna sat in front of her mirror, sighing to herself. she hadn’t thought so many girls would put up the same performance she had. she was feeling her confidence falter. compared to all the other women out there… she was probably nothing. the adrenaline and high from the performance was still there. but there was a sinking feeling in her chest.

she hadn’t felt it in a while. she thought this performance would help with everything that was happening.

but unfortunately, it put her in a weird, insecure headspace. she did think she did a good job. she just also knew that every other woman that went on that stage out there was better than her, more attractive, more flexible, more skilled.

she heard a knock on her door and stood, opening it to see someone from the backstage crew.

“a guy by the name of stephen strange wants to see you?” she spoke. “he’s an attendee and he says he knows you.”

anna’s heart raced and her mouth turned dry. he was here?

he watched everything?

but why did he want to see her?

“sure, let him in.”

the woman nodded and anna closed the door, rushing to fix her hair and dab away her sweat.

she heard a knock again, this time followed by a deep gruff voice. “hey, anna, it’s stephen.”

anna bit her lip, her stomach turning.

she went to the door and opened it, looking up at stephen. “stephen, hi.”

“hey” he breathed out, gazing down at her. this time, he couldn’t be subtle with the way he trailed his eyes down her body and back up to her face.

anna blushed at the gesture, stepping aside to let him in.

“why did you wanna see me?” she asked as she walked to her dressing table, pretending to pack up her makeup.

“i came here with a friend” stephen struggled to form words. he just wanted anna. that’s all he could think about right now, to be close to her. “and your performance, it was mind blowing. i just had to see you.”

“really?” anna felt like her heart could beat out of her chest any second. his voice sounded gruffer than usual and obviously, it was a fucking turn on.

“yes” he breathed. “you were great. you looked… god, you look stunning.”

tears stung at anna’s eyes and she tried her best to hold them back.

he frowned as he saw her reflection in the mirror. “anna, what’s wrong? i’m sorry, did i cross a line?”

“no” anna shook her head. “i’m okay, stephen.”

“what’s wrong?” he asked once again, stepping closer to her.

“did you really think i was…stunning?” she cringed at her own words.

“god yes, absolutely” stephen nodded, confused about where this was going.

“which is what you thought about every other girl up on that stage, right?”

stephen frowned, he didn’t know what was happening. “anna, i…i thought you were the prettiest of them all. i couldn’t take my eyes away from you.”

anna chuckled and shook her head. “that’s not true. every single one of those women out there. they were gorgeous. they were so talanted. you just came to me because…because you knew you could.”

stephen stepped closer, and anna’s breath hitched.

“anna, can i touch you?” he whispered, sending shivers across her body.

she bit her lip, desire coursing through her body. it was like her skin screamed for his touch. “yes.”

he stepped closer, barely an inch of a gap between him and anna’s back. he trailed his fingers up her arm and anna tried to steady her breath. they’d had sex before, but his touch still felt new, and she shivered at it, losing any ounce of self-control she had.

“i dont know what makes you think all of this about yourself” he whispered as he tilted his head to press a kiss to anna’s shoulder. anna closed her eyes, biting her lip.

stephen continued, trailing kisses across her shoulder, “but you were the most breathtaking woman out there.”

he wrapped his arms around anna’s waist gently, breathing in her scent. “you’re the most breathtaking woman i’ve ever seen.”

“i’m sure you thought that about christine the same way” anna’s heart sank as the words left her mouth. her insecurity was turning into some serious self-sabotage.

she fullly expected strange to withdraw and walk away. maybe even get mad, he had every right to.

instead he just wrapped his arms tighter around her, pulling her flush against his chest. “no.” he spoke firmly, grazing his lips against anna’s neck. “you’re all i’ve been able to think about.”

anna whimpered softly as stephen placed a kiss on her neck, tilting her neck almost involuntarily.

stephen smiled against her skin at the gesture, trailing kisses up to her ear. “don’t you ever second guess me when it comes to you. understood?”

“yes,” anna responded, her voice small.

“good girl.” stephen kissed behind her ear before turning her around, gazing down at her.

anna blinked up at the man through her lashes, her hands trailing up his biceps. she squeezed his arms, relishing in the feeling of his toned muscles.

“did you really like me that much?”

“yes, more than you could know. i was glued to you. baby, i think you put me in a trance.”

anna closed her eyes, stephen calling her baby just did things to her that she could probably never put into words.

“want me to show you just how much i liked you?” stephen whispered, leaning into anna, like he needed to be even closer.

“yes, daddy.”

she pressed up against him, and she could feel his hard on against her lower abdomen, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

“love it when you call me that” he whispered softly before pressing needy kisses against anna’s neck.

“i thought you wanted me to stay away?”

stephen stopped and pulled back. “i know. but we keep coming back to each other. i had no idea you’d be here tonight. and seeing you up there, i just had to talk to you.”

anna smiled. “so, what? are you like, my fan now?”

“maybe” stephen smiled, pushing anna’s hair back before leaning back in, leaving kisses down her neck, anna welcoming it as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

he bit down gently above her collarbone, earning a soft moan from anna as he suckled at the skin, determined to leave a mark.

“any man would be lucky to see you dance for him.”

anna could sense the neediness in stephen’s voice and she was pretty sure she was soaked down there at this point. and they’d barely done anything.

“want me to dance for you? just for your eyes this time.” she whispered softly against his ear.

a soft groan left stephen’s lips as he tightened his arms around anna. “it’s like you read my mind.”

“well, you’re gonna have to let me go so i can do it.” anna giggled.

stephen smiled to himself and pulled back.

anna grabbed stephen’s hand and turned, leading him toward a chair and sat him down. “you should sit down here. and i’ll take care of you as if you were a king.”

stephen smiled up at anna, running his eyes down her body as she walked away.

“shit, i guess my birthday came early” stephen murmured as anna turned the music on before grabbing on to the pole in the dressing room.

she turned to face stephen, moving her body slowly to the music as she danced against the pole.

stephen thought it looked effortless and beautiful, the way each move enhanced every curve of her body.

he bit his lip as she threw her head back, sliding down against the pole before coming back up and locking her legs around it, doing a spin. she stepped away from the pole and began to slowly undress herself as she danced toward him. she started by removing one strap of her top, smiling at stephen over her shoulder and giving him a wink. she did same with the other strap, dragging it slowly and sensually before letting it fall.

stephen’s eyes glued to her chest, still hidden by her bra but still so perfect. he ran his eyes down her torso, watching as she slowly dragged her dress lower. she bent over with her back to stephen and eventually slipped out of it.

“fuck baby” stephen let out a breath, his pants becoming painfully tighter. “what are you doing to me?”

anna got back up, arching her back as she did and running a hand up her leg. “exactly what you asked for, daddy.”

she moved her hips around as she spun before gently falling to the floor on all fours, locking eyes with stephen and slowly moving toward him.

he leant forward, arm resting on his thigh, “that’s it, baby girl. crawl to me.”

anna bit down on her lip, holding back a smile at his words.

how did he know just the words to make her melt?

she did as he asked, placing her hands on his thighs as she reached him, coming up slowly to straddle the man.

he looked up at her, gazing into her eyes as he leant back, letting her crawl onto his lap. he grabbed her bum, gasping as she began to rub herself against his crotch.

“i don’t think i paid for this special treatment, princess.” stephen smiled up at her before letting his eyes rake over her unclothed body.

“you’ll never have to” anna smiled, although she thought it would be so hot if they turned this into a stripper role play.

as if reading her mind, stephen reached into his pocket and pulled out an entire $1000 note. anna’s eyes widened as she eyed the cash, “you just carry that shit around?”

stephen smirked to himself as he pulled back a strap of her bra, slipping the note in before snapping it back against her skin, making her gasp softly.

that was truly the hottest thing anna had honestly ever experienced.

she was so stunned, she forgot she was putting up a performance. “how rich are you?”

stephen leant in, whispering against her ear in a gruff voice, gripping her thighs firmly. “plenty rich, baby girl, don’t worry about it.”

“what if someone stole that?”

“i got plenty more.”

now, anna was quite the independent girl. and she didn’t really care about a man’s social or financial status whenever she looked to date. but what stephen just said was so hot, she wanted to beg him to fuck her and then drop some cash on to her when they were done.

“was…that okay?” stephen asked, his confidence wavering a little. anna had become a little quiet. “did that offend you? i-“

“god, no.” anna smiled. the fact that he cared made her even hornier for him. “that was honestly the hottest thing ever.”

stephen smiled, gasping once again as anna began to roll her hips, smirking at his reaction.

“you’re such a tease.” stephen tsked.

anna blinked down innocently at stephen, rolling her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “why would you say that, daddy?”

“fuck” stephen inhaled sharply, moving his hands up to grab her hips. “you’re so hot, princess. so fucking hot. where have you been my whole life?”

anna smiled, stephen’s dirty talk was the best dirty talk she’d ever received.

“oh, daddy” anna whined, pleasured by the feeling of stephen’s hard cock against her heat. “i need you to fuck me, daddy. need you so bad.”

“anything for you, princess.”

stephen shifted and grabbed anna, moving her so she was bent over on the couch.

he began to undo his pants, watching anna, studying her body and revelling in the sight before him. he shook off his pants and placed himself behind her.

“you’re so hot, baby girl. what’s a girl like you been doing, walking around without my dick buried up inside of you?”

anna gasped, blushing at the statement.

“i’ll show you what real dick feels like.” stephen groaned as he rubbed his pre-cum down his length before pulling anna’s panties down. “that dance, it should’ve been for me before it ever had the chance to grace another man’s eyes.”

“yes, daddy.” anna looked over her shoulder. was she finally seeing jealous stephen? anna felt the pit inside her abdomen tighten. this was hot. she loved possessiveness. “i’m sorry, daddy.”

“i hate thinking about what every guy out there thought about you.” stephen murmured as he rubbed his hand against anna’s bum, grabbing at the soft flesh. “they all probably thought of fucking you against a couch, just like this. now, would you do that to me, anna?” stephen landed a soft spank against her bum, earning a soft whine from her.

“i’m sorry, daddy.” anna whimpered, blinking up at strange.

“they’re all probably gonna go home” stephen continued, rubbing against the spot he’d struck, “pleasuring themselves to you. but they don’t deserve you.”

“yes, daddy.”

“i do” stephen practically growled before landing another soft spank against her flesh, earning another moan from her. “you’re all mine tonight, princess.”

“all yours, daddy.” anna whined. “for all nights. please fuck me daddy. i want to belong to only you.”

although they were engaging in somewhat role play and dirty talk, the last sentence felt a little too real for anna. she did want to belong to him. not just sexually. not just for this moment.

but she pushed the thought aside.

“well, if you’re gonna keep begging” stephen smirked as he landed another slap before rubbing the spot.

he spread her legs apart, rubbing his wet tip against her soaking walls. “look at you princess, so fucking wet for me.”

“only for you, daddy.”

anna moaned at the feeling, pushing back, desperate to feel him inside of her. she thought about their first night together often. how good he’d felt inside of her. how blissful it felt.

“so tight for me, baby” stephen breathed out as he slid inside, massaging her bum gently. “so perfect for me. i’m sure every guy’s dying to fuck you all the time.”

anna moaned softly at the feeling, arching her back. “oh, fuck, stephen.”

once again, stephen smacked her flesh gently. “i think you’re forgetting what to call me, princess. but it’s okay, you’re just a dazed out little slut. why don’t you try again?”

“fuck” anna breathed out softly, moaning as he pushed in deeper, her pussy clenching against his dick. “sorry, daddy” she managed to squeak out. “i’m sorry.”

“that’s a good girl.” stephen groaned as he bottomed out. “fuck.”

anna’s moans grew louder as he began to thrust inside of her.

“are you okay, princess?”

“yes, daddy.” anna responded with a long whine. “don’t want you to go slow, daddy. i need you. faster. deeper.”

stephen obliged, his fingers digging into anna’s hips as he began to thrust faster, grunting softly as he watched her.

anna’s arms gave out and she lightly fell forward, her face buried against the couch, moaning as stephen fucked her relentlessly. she let out a string of slurred words, her moans gaining a higher pitch. “daddy, fuck! you fuck me so good, daddy. i love being yours. i love… fuck, i love belonging to you.”

“fuck, princess.” stephen groaned as he thrusted into her, watching as her body was pushed into the couch. “keep talking like that and you’re gonna make me cum.”

he grabbed her wrists and pinned them against her back, holding them there with a hand as he placed another against her hip, fingers digging in. “look at you, baby. you look so pretty. being fucked like that. like a little doll. my doll.”

“your doll.” anna cried out in pleasure. “your little fuck doll, daddy.”

stephen smirked at that, groaning as he felt anna clench around him. “jesus, fuck, you’re perfection.”

anna wanted to respond but she was too out of it. all she could manage at this point was to release a series of loud sounds of pleasure and some incoherent murmurs.

stephen stopped in between thrusts, pulling out, earning a loud whine of protest from anna.

he couldn’t help but laugh a little. even when she was extremely hot, she was still adorable. “come on, baby. i wanna see your pretty face.”

anna tried but couldn’t move. stephen grabbed her and turned her gently on her back, pushing her hair out of her face.

he gazed down at her, their eyes locking. and stephen felt it again. that emotional connection, that bond. and with it, came sadness. he couldn’t explain it. he looked away, pushing the feeling away.

“daddy, need you.” anna begged, panting softly as she looked up at him, her cheeks flushed.

stephen spread anna’s legs apart before positioning himself in between and sliding in quick, earning a moan from anna.

he found it so hard to hold back. if he didn’t have any self-discipline, he would be coming at the first twitch in anna’s face, the first sound that fell off her lips, the first arch of her back.

he was down bad.

so bad.

he leant in, sliding his arms under anna’s back and unhooking her bra. “let them free, baby. they’re a sight for sore eyes.”

anna blushed at the comment, biting on her lip as stephen slid the bra off, throwing it away.

“oh baby, you’re so perfect.”

stephen cupped at anna’s breasts, rubbing his thumbs against her nipples slowly.

anna arched her back in response, a soft whine espacing her lips.

stephen began to move inside her again, flicking at her nipple with his thumb.

anna’s moans grew louder, now that she was stimulated on more places than one, squirming underneath him with pleasure. “fuck, daddy.”

“you like that, baby? you like it when i play with you?”

anna could only nod in response, her face contorted as she threw her head back. “y-yes, ah- fuck.”

stephen rolled her nipples between his fingers, slamming into her harder and faster, revelling in the obscene moans falling of her lips. he moved his hands to anna’s above her head before thrusting in deeper, grunting with every thrust as he watched her practically fall apart underneath him.

“d-daddy. going to come.”

“come with me, baby girl. you’ve earned it.”

“daddy. fuck daddy, don’t stop. fuck!”

anna cried out in pleasure, her body shuddering as she reached her orgasm, back arching.

stephen continued thrusting into her, letting himself unfold as he watched anna come undone. he panted heavily as he tried to chase the orgasm, his thrusts growing slower.

he eventually collapsed above her, his breath shallow.

“fuck” anna gasped, her legs shuddering. she couldn’t even feel them anymore.

that was wild. it was crazy. it was so passionate. and it was everything she needed.

stephen eventually caught his breath and pulled back and out of her, leaning back and admiring what he’d done. anna’s cheeks were flushed scarlet, her eyes droopy and hair sticking to her face. “god, you look like a goddess.”

anna smiled, blushing. “you fucked me so good.”

stephen laughed and stood up after a few seconds, struggling to stand up straight as well. his legs felt like they’d turned to jelly. he pulled on his boxers before he looked around and grabbed a roll of paper towel, gently wiping her off.

“underwear. please” anna murmured sleepily, her eyes shuttering.

he picked up her panties and brought it to her but she was falling asleep, so he slipped them on to her. he grabbed his shirt and covered her with it before pushing her hair back.

he stood back up and put on his pants, deciding to wait for anna to wake up. besides, he couldn’t really leave the place shirtless, coming out of her dressing room, no less.

stephen sat down on one of the stools, watching his reflection in the mirror. why did he have this sadness wash over him after they had sex?

he felt amazing. she’d felt so good. he felt like the luckiest man alive.

but that euphoria brought sadness with it.

he was too out of it to think about anything. the sex was mind-blowing.

some sort of guilt and shame. he couldn’t quite place it. he shook his head, looking away.

how was he supposed to stay away from her when she was this good?

it didn’t take long before anna started to stir awake. stephen watched her as she opened her eyes and walked over to her.

“hey” he smiled softly. “you fell asleep.”

“everytime” she smiled lazily up at the man, face still flushed out.

“you’re glowing.”

“thanks to you.”

stephen shook his head as he smiled. “you’re always glowing.”

he pointed to her clothes neatly folded on the table beside the couch. “i put away your clothes.”

“thanks.” anna smiled as she sat up, clutching on to stephen’s shirt. “could you uh, look away while i change?”

“oh, yeah, of course, sorry.”

what she was gonna put on wasn’t gonna hide much anyway.

stephen turned away, facing away from the mirrors. he smiled to himself as he looked down at his shoes. it was endearing how shy she was.

it was as if all that shyness left her body completely during sex. but every other time, she was so shy and sweet. stephen loved it. he seemed to love everything about her.

was he falling for her?

there was no way he sought her out today after everything for no reason.

sure, the circumstances were… interesting. but he couldn’t hold himself back. it felt impossible. the universe kept bringing her back. and he had to reach out, every single time.

“i’m all done” anna’s soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts. he turned as anna extended his shirt. “thanks for the shirt. and for…always sticking around.”

stephen’s heart leapt at that. “of course. why wouldn’t i?”

anna smiled and shrugged as stephen put his shirt on. “need me to turn around?”

“no, i’m okay” stephen smiled. he found her adorable.

“would you like some food?” stephen asked.

“yeah, i’m starving” anna felt a jolt of happiness. she’d love to spend more time with him.

“where would you like to go?”

“there’s a pizza place nearby.”

“pizza’s always good. mind showing me the way?”

“of course not” anna smiled and moved to grab her jacket, pulling it over before grabbing her bag.

“we can hop into my car.” stephen offered.

“we won’t need to. we can come back for it if it’s okay with you.”

stephen nodded and put on his jacket. “i can hold your bag for you. if that’s okay with you.”

anna smiled. “are you sure?” why was he so charming?

“absolutely” stephen smiled and took anna’s bag from her before opening the door for her.

there was a nagging thought in the back of his head, telling him to stop.

but he couldn’t.

not even if he tried. so what was the point of trying?

…

a/n: a little shoutout to the wicked king in there! if you didn’t spot the reference just look up the words “crawl to me the wicked king” anywhere and you’ll see it. i haven’t even read the book but i see the quote everywhere on booktok lol and i’m soooo planning on buying it. as always, thank you for reading and let me know what you all thought!!! also let me know if you’d like to be added/removed to my stephen strange fics taglist. and please don’t ever forget just how much i appreciate you all being here! 💗

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