#or when you're just standing together or hugging

[nightmare-from-heaven]

I don't actually remember that conversation but it sounds like me lol

I do remember that some of my best friendships have been with people many decades older than me. A Vietnam combat vet took me in when I was wandering wild, and taught me how to use his pilots survival rifle and generally showed me how to be Good At Stuff. Unbeknownst to me, he was also intentionally helping me heal some of my wounds. And maybe it helped heal some of his, before he took his final assignment.

We have a great void of this intergenerational mentorship dynamic in modern usamerica and it shows.

Now I go out of my way to befriend people outside of my class / age / race / orientation / identity. An unhoused guy was my most meaningful acquaintance for a while when I lived in a big city. I still think about him and wish we could stand in the rain together again for incredibly insightful, intelligent, chilly conversation. We both teared up when I left for the last time, and had a great hug.

Being friends with youth of various ages is a responsibility as well as a lot of fun. They're fucking BRILLIANT and are so very very unboring, and there's an added burden of knowing that what you say and do can shape their whole lives. It's all very real. But that's also what's So Cool about it. Your collected knowledge/skill can help shape them up to be better suited to handle life in this world designed to crush the spark out of them. And they, on their side, can upend something you didn't realize you had never investigated - in a flash - just by asking a really reasonable question. It's fucking amazing.

Seriously. Try to hang out with people who are different than you (in nonharmful ways - I don't mean move in with auntie maga, unless you're legit up for that). It's honestly the most life expansive, grounding, joyful, skill increasing thing ever.

[gravewife]

all that remains after the fire - phainon

when the world finally becomes quiet, the cycle ending, what becomes of a man whose only purpose was to fight?

synopsis: after the events of amphoreus, phainon is no longer the man he once was. but with you by his side, he begins the long process of healing

pairing: phainon x reader

wc: 789 words

𖤓 everytime phainon enters a room, he has to subtly shift his back so that his most vulnerable side is not exposed to the doorway

𖤓 even years after the the final battle and the cycles have ended, phainon can hardly stand seeing himself in the mirror. even though his eyes are a gorgeous cyan, he fears the day the turn gold

𖤓 he used to sleep haphazardly all over the bed, but now he has exiled himself to the edge. even when you are nestled next to him, he still needs to be able to leap into action to protect you in case something somehow came back for revenge

𖤓 when you both have quiet moments, phainon will reach for his choker, and subsequently, paw at the sun-shaped mark beneath it. but almost as soon as his fingers graze the leather, he pulls away like it burned him

𖤓 phainon wears his heart on his sleeve, so when he realizes that you have stayed with him despite everything, he drops every bit of self restraint and sobs in your arms

𖤓 it is hard for phainon to touch you once everything is over and done with. how could he touch the person he loves the most when blood taints his hands?

𖤓 however, one day you're both sitting outside, enjoying the amphoreus breeze when his hand slowly inches closer to yours until his calloused fingertips rest atop yours. it's a small gesture, but it's progress. and when you don't pull back, he lets out a soft exhale and slowly entwines your fingers together

𖤓 phainon slowly relearns how to be physically intimate again. after a few months, phainon is now able to rest his forehead against yours

𖤓 before chaos struck, phainon could hug allday, everyday. now his hugs are brief, almost like a stiff shoulder bump that turns into a half-hold, but it is nonetheless loving

𖤓 when hugging becomes more comfortable, he'll suffocate you like he's trying to anchor himself to you

𖤓 during his particularly dark days, phainon tries to apologize for he has done, the pain he has put you through, and even when you protest all he can do is say "i'm sorry."

𖤓 phainon was alway chatty, but words often fail him now. he stutters, stumbles, and over explains, but despite his embarrassment over his new lack of social skills, he is grateful of how patient you are with him

𖤓 when words fail, phainon sticks to your side like glue. he may not always say anything, but he tries to make up for everything by just being present

𖤓 phainon heals through simple daily rituals. be it walking barefoot in the grass at dawn, sharing coffee with you in the morning, or even taking a lukewarm bath, it is the simple and overlooked moments of everyday life that keep him grounded

𖤓 you once brought him back a small bouquet of flowers. he now keeps pots and vases scattered around your home, filled to the brim with all types of flora

𖤓 sometimes you'll wake in the middle of the night to find him crying out your name in his sleep. the best way to help him is to grasp his hand in yours and slowly run your fingers across his knuckles. your presence calms him, even when he is asleep

𖤓 phainon becomes very mindful of his speed. he used to be able to charge ahead, but now he purposefully slows his strides to match your pace. he can't fathom leaving you behind and unprotected

𖤓 you have a ritual of praying to your fallen friends. but sometimes, you'll hear phainon whisper your name in his flow of prayers. it's his way of apologizing to you for failing to save you in all of his past cycles

It was a clear night. You had insisted on brining Phainon out to stargaze with you. You hoped it might re-ignite his passionate side, but you knew that was unrealistic. Regardless, you hoped he would at least find some enjoyment in gazing at the stars with you.

So there you sat, shoulder to shoulder with Phainon, gazing at the night sky of Amphoreus.

Phainon turned his head to gaze at you, and his eyes soften seeing the awestruck look on your face. No matter how many times you set your gaze on the same sky, he still finds himself softening at the sight of wonder in your eyes.

He lets out a shaky breath. "You didn't have to stay," he murmers.

You turned to gaze up at him and smile.

"I know."

There is nothing but silence, until he opens his mouth and lets out a small confession.

"... I'm glad you did."

[formulafanfics13]

comforting Oscar after that post race interview at silverstone? He seemed angry but disappointed but just soft comfort with him when he got off the podium soft kisses cuddles shower?

After the Storm - OP81

Masterlist

summary: After the heartbreak of Silverstone 2025, Oscar gives a quiet, tightly controlled interview that hides the storm under his skin. You're waiting for him just past the chaos, in his driver's room, ready to catch him when the emotions finally break. warnings: emotional aftermath, hurt/comfort, frustration, disappointment, gentle kisses, shower scene (non-sexual), hand holding, long hugs, soft domesticity, forehead kisses, emotional intimacy, quiet love

The cameras loved him in moments like this. They always had. Because Oscar Piastri never screamed. Never cried. Never swore down a lens or smashed his helmet against a wall. No. Oscar gave good camera. Calm. Measured. Polite. Even when he was breaking inside.

You watch the post-race interview from the corner of the motorhome corridor, far enough from the chaos that he won't spot you, but close enough to see it all. The soft, careful words. The faint smile. The tight line of his jaw.

He's saying all the right things. And yet his eyes don't lie. They never do. You can see it in the way he's blinking too slow, trying to hold it in. The way his voice cracks just slightly when he thanks the team. The way he stands too still, like movement might trigger something he won't be able to control.

Oscar Piastri is devastated. And he's holding it together for the world. But not for you. Never for you. You're in his driver's room before he is. It's dim, still warm from the post-race rush. A bottle of water sits unopened on the table. His balaclava's been tossed haphazardly onto the chair, helmet bag half-zipped. You sit on the small couch, back straight, hands fidgeting in your lap.

When the door finally opens, he doesn't speak. He sees you. Closes it behind him. And just... stands there. You rise slowly. "Hi," you whisper.

His eyes are glassy. He walks into you. Not toward you, into you.

Wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your shoulder like he's coming home from war. You hold him tight, one hand at the back of his head, the other curled around his ribs, grounding him.

He doesn't cry. Not yet. He just breathes. "I did everything right," he says, voice cracked open. "Everything."

"I know."

"I followed the rules. I didn't even, didn't do anything dangerous. It wasn't reckless. It was... it was clean."

"I know."

"They gave me ten seconds. Ten seconds for what?"

You press a kiss to his temple. "I know, baby."

"I was leading. I could've won."

You hold him tighter. Feel his chest tremble. "They gave it to Lando. And I love him, but that was mine. That was mine."

He doesn't sob. Doesn't scream. But he breaks. Silent tears stain the collar of your shirt as you run your fingers through his curls and kiss his forehead, his cheek, the spot just behind his ear where he likes to be touched when the world is too much.

You stay like that for a long time. Just holding him. Letting him fall apart without shame.

Eventually, you guide him to the couch. He slumps against you, his head in your lap, hands curled loosely at your sides. You take his shoes off. Undo the top of his fireproofs. Let him melt against you like warm wax.

He doesn't ask for anything. But when you reach for the water and hold it to his lips, he drinks. When you press your fingers to the tension in his neck, he closes his eyes and lets you rub slow circles into his skin. And when you whisper, "Do you want a shower?", he nods.

So you lead him there. Undress him gently. Kiss every place where the straps left red marks on his shoulders. The water is warm. The silence is softer now. You wash his hair for him, slow and careful. Rinse his shoulders. Let him lean into you, eyes closed, breath quiet.

He presses a kiss to your wrist. "Thank you," he says.

You run your fingers down his spine. "Always." 

Afterwards, wrapped in towels and silence, you lie in bed in the motorhome's small sleeping pod.

Oscar is tucked against your chest, hoodie on, still slightly damp. His arms are around your waist. Your fingers are carding through his hair. There's no need to talk. You kiss his forehead. Once. Twice. Three times. Then you whisper, "You were the best driver on that track today."

He doesn't argue. Not tonight. He just nods against your chest and falls asleep breathing you in.

[jikooklove9795]

I don't even know where to begin with this Jikook live. Ever since they came back, it's like they made a secret pact to drive us all insane. I'm barely hanging on here. But I'm loving every second of it!

Let’s start with the exact day they chose to go live. July 14th SK time. Silver Day. A couple’s day. A quick glance through the years and it’s giving "nothing is accidental with these two":

2019 Silver Day

Jungkook posts a Jikook pic with the caption “Jimin hyung’s big smile”.

2022 Silver Day

Jimin casually crashes the JITB party wearing that Maison Margiela necklace, tied to the 11/8 Jikook code.

2023 Silver Day

Jimin hops on a flight from SK to the US to go see Jungkook. And guess what? That very trip gave us the first two episodes of AYS.

And now, 2025 Silver Day, guess who’s back? Going live. Causing emotional collapse across Jikook nation. Like clockwork.

So is it a stretch to say I scratched the word coincidence out of my dictionary long ago when it comes to Jikook?

These two know exactly what they’re doing. And when it happens year after year after year… at some point you’ve got to admit: They’re not hinting anymore. They’re declaring. Loudly. They want to be seen, they want to be acknowledged, as a couple. In this together. For life.

Let’s start with that hug. So soft, so full of quiet warmth and Jungkook's smile while being hugged

The next moment?? Jimin just casually drops the fact that Jungkook comes into his room while he’s sleeping, stands there in total silence, films him, and then just… leaves???

And Jungkook just followed it up with singing "I'll go to you. I promise you" directly to Jimin and sealed it with a pinky promise.

HELLO??? Watching someone sleep while taking videos of them. That’s not normal behavior unless you’re that person's bf/gf, partner, or some soft-core vampire in love.

Because think about it, nothing about it feels casual. If I'm being honest its low key obsessive in the softest way. The level of intimacy, the audacity of Jimin making such a revelation. Ummatched. Once again, Jimin’s out here shoving the “we are not just friends” agenda right in our faces with zero remorse. This moment really took me back to their hickey incident. Different days but same level of jaw dropping energy.

He's been so obsessed with giving out all kinds of TMIs related to their sleep routine. From Jungkook's alarm to his snoring details, seeing his face first thing in the morning to how Jungkook visits Jimin's room often. What's next pillow talk transcripts??!!

So Jimin, how long do we have to wait for you to finally say that you guys are sharing the bed? Because I know what you're trying to do 😭

What even was this??!! And the way Jungkook turned his head real fast to look at Jimin after Jimin used that extra soft baby tone

Next up. Jungkook reads the “you two look good together” comment. He really does love reading the ones that ship them, doesn’t he? I mean, let’s not forget the time he said “Jeon Jimin”, not once, but twice. He's playing his cards very intentionally

Jungkook teasing Jimin with that “So who the hell did you wait for?” while watching WHO was hilarious

Jimin totally didn’t see that coming. He stuttered. It was giving:

Jungkook to Jimin: Oh you thought teasing was your thing? Let’s see how you handle this.

And let’s not forget, they completely skipped over that billboard moment in the MV. Like… we saw it.

MUST TOUCH MUST TOUCH AND FEEL HIM ALL OVER

Jimin: Do you want to get disciplined?

Jungkook: If I get disciplined here, how are you gonna do it, hyung?

BE SO SERIOUS JEON JUNGKOOK??? That was WILD behavior

Okay! When's the wedding, Jungkook??!!

The way Jimin was whiny here wanting to end the live together and go to sleep

The fake sleeping after that and the peeking at each other.

What fanfic was this??!!

At this point all thats left is for them to just lean in and say screw it.

Ending it with this:

[justtimings]

got a headcanon that suguru has a pretty extensive hair care routine… you know the man got it long & lucious, but he goes miles to keep it that way

content: fluff, suguru x reader, established relationship, fem reader

a/n: suguru post because i love that man (sometimes ^.^). also, there's just something about writing a short fluffy drabble in lowercase. i can't explain it just catch the vibe

you shut your phone off and get up from his bed, the sweet smell of a fresh shower mixed with product strong as you near the bathroom, humidity seeping out from below the door.

you knock twice before slowly opening the bathroom door as you're met with the sight of your boyfriend— towel loosely wrapped around his hips, water droplets running down his chest, your purple shower slippers that are too small for him on his feet. the back of his hair is cascading down his back, the rest messily tied up with one of your scrunchies. his lips are pressed together in concentration, head slightly lowering as he parts another section of his hair.

"suguruu," you drawl in a sing-song tone as you walk up to him, his head turning in the direction of your voice— the earlier expression slowly fading. a soft smile tugs at his lips as he stops working on his hair to drop his arms and hug you, a low groan escaping him. you take a deep breath in as his scent envelopes you, smelling hints of coconut and honey from his hair products.

"how's it going?" you question as you pull away just enough to look at him, arms on his shoulders as your fingers gently rake through what seems like the detangled section of his hair. "it's going pretty good, i'm more than halfway through now," he replies, sighing out in exhaustion, "just... my arms are burning," chuckling a bit, he leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose. "gonna have to finish it up pretty soon."

you're humming as you play his strands before settling on his scalp as you lightly scrape it, to which he lets out a contempt sigh. "i can finish it for you, baby. you want me to do that?" you ask, already knowing suguru’s answer by the way his eyes immediately soften before they flutter shut, eyebrows scrunching up as he slowly nods— silently begging with his face alone.

you can't help but smile at the view as you plant a kiss at the corner of his mouth, muttering a small 'okay' against him before you're pulling away completely, looking behind you at his products laid out on the counter. you’re pretty confident in your ability to do his hair— after all, you’ve watched suguru do his routine enough to know what he uses and the order he applies them.

so, you begin scooping up the product as you move beside him, smearing it between the tips of your fingers as you rake it through suguru’s strands, scraping off the excess product into the container. you reach out to grab the second product, pumping out a small amount before smoothing it through his hair. you repeat this process on the rest of the sections— pecking him on the cheek during mini breaks in hopes of encouraging him to stick it out just a while longer.

“done.” you whisper, planting a soft kiss to his neck. suguru slumps his shoulders immediately, shifting to stand in front of you as he slides his hands up your arms. “thank you, baby,” he mutters, his head dropping into the crook of your neck, lightly breathing in your scent. he smells vanilla, with hints of coconut and honey— and suguru can’t help but smile at that.

it makes him feel possessive, in a way. not weird or controlling, but in a soft, affectionate type of way. because he’s the only one who gets to see you like this. it feels intimate, comfortable, natural.

and when you head to the kitchen to make breakfast, when the two of you sit on the couch and cuddle while watching the series you started together, when he notices you fall asleep on his chest and carries you bridal style to the bedroom, when he silently studies your face before he too falls asleep, suguru can’t wait for tomorrow, and the next day, and the days after that to spend his time with you like this.

notes: i actually started this right after i posted my satoru fic but surprise surprise, it took me almost 2 wks to finish & post it (i’m a victim of overwatch)

[calmcoldevening]

Slashers x reader who is very dependent on them and very clingy

Slashers x clingy!reader

Michael Myers

• Michael isn't particularly tactile, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like it. If you take his hand, he won't let go, whether there are people around or not. If you climb into his lap while watching a horror movie, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and just sit there.

• He's a big cuddling pillow for sleeping, if that's what you want. He lies next to you, and you usually cuddle his arm or his body. Michael doesn't mind. He's not sleeping, and he'll just keep lying there, staring at the ceiling. If he doesn't want to lie there all night, he'll stand by your bed or by the window like a loyal dog.

• Michael allows you to be around him at any time, even when he's in the middle of his "work." You're an honor to his territory and his space, so he's even a little proud to have you by his side.

• You're his, and he's always protecting his own, and no one dares to question it. If anyone dares to harm you, Michael is already nailing their body to the wall with a knife.

• To some extent, he even enjoys your dependence on him. You trust him, you're not afraid to be around him, and you don't scream. You're an exception to his rules.

• He's always there to protect your back, even if you can't see him. That white mask follows you like an invisible shadow, making even the most terrifying pervert afraid to approach you.

Jason Voorhees

• Jason loves you. As a child, he was only exposed to hatred, so even the slightest display of love from you brings him great joy.

• Jason enjoys having you follow him around like a lost puppy. He often takes you on walks in the woods or by the lake, showering you with love and gifts. These usually include flowers and interesting items from his victims.

• He falls asleep cuddled up with you like a little child. You are his greatest treasure, and he doesn't let go of you even in his dreams.

• He really enjoys your clinginess because he has a significant tactile hunger himself. He always tries to hug you, hold your hand, stroke your hair, or something similar. He has strong hands, so he likes to give you massages.

• He found an old gramophone and some records in one of the old cabins. Now, he often organizes "music nights" with you. In fact, he's a very awkward dancer due to his size, but he really tries. He gently takes you by the waist, wraps his arms around you, and sway with you to the gentle music. He believes that spending time together can satisfy your hunger for touch.

Thomas Hewitt

• You are the embodiment of his "normality." You make him feel needed and loved, worthy.

• At first, it was difficult for Thomas to get used to your affection. He wasn't used to anyone wanting to hug and touch him, except for his mother. Over time, he got used to it. However, you are still the one who initiates hugs and kisses.

• You are so clingy and so much his, and he feels obligated to protect you. If someone even looks at you with the wrong eyes, he's already turning on the chainsaw.

• Thomas has a quiet love. He doesn't say much, but his actions speak louder than words. He's always fixing your broken things, cooking your favorite meals, and making you feel comfortable. His hands are always there to stroke your hair or embrace your body.

• Thomas has learned to make a delicious, soothing herbal tea using his mother's recipe. Now while you're sitting and cuddling before bed, he gives you this tea. It saves you from insomnia in this heat.

Bo Sinclair

• He loves that you can't do without him or his touch. It makes him feel so cool and powerful. He will feed your affection with his gentle actions, so you know that "you'll never find anyone better than me." But in reality, he's trapped himself and can't live without you.

• Bo always takes you with him to the gas station. You sit on the hood of the car or on his desk while he works, and sometimes you even help him by holding his tools.

• He loves to carry you in his arms, and if you're talking to someone, he'll just walk up, throw you over his shoulder, and leave with the words, "Actually, this is my partner."

• His love is a mix of tenderness and cruelty. One moment, he's kissing and hugging you, and the next, he's grabbing your hair and pushing you into the mattress.

• But your affection has melted his heart and turned this monster into a real person, baby.

[notbleachtea]

i'm yours

summary: tired of keeping your relationship hidden, you try to make law jealous, only to have it blow up in your face

word count: 7.3k

warnings: mild smut, oral f receiving, threats of s/a, drinking, violence

notes: ive been sitting on this one for awhile and everytime i think im ready to post it i end up adding another page to it, its time she sees the light of day. story is based off of the following song.

more notes: ignore any grammar mistakes okay plz and ty (ik as soon as i post this im going to find a mistake -.-)

another night of sneaking into law’s room after everyone had gone to bed, and heading back to yours before anyone wakes up. you knew going into this that law was a private person, but you didn't think he would still be this cold to you outside the walls of his bedroom. it was eating you up inside, you told yourself after you left his room every night that you wouldn't go back to him until you established what you two were, but you always ended up giving in, you were so desperate for his touch you couldn't stand to put yourself in the way of what you desired the most.

your thoughts are suddenly interrupted when law starts kissing you on your neck. it's a pleasant distraction. going along with it means you can pretend everything is fine for just a little bit longer.

you were lying next to him in his bed, dragging your fingers up and down the ink on his chest, desperately trying to build the courage to ask him for what you wanted before you had to return to your room.

“law, what are we?”

he stilled under your fingers, “what do you mean what are we? i'm your captain, and you're one of my crew.”

clearly not the answer you wanted, you immediately stop tracing his tattoos and look up at him, “and nothing more?”

law lets out a long sigh, picking up on what you are trying to hint at, “y/n-ya, it's just not a good idea, what we have between us, i think is safer kept here inside this room.”

hurt clearly displayed on your face, you flinched, every word cutting sharper than the last. safer. kept here. like you were a secret he didn’t want the world to see. “i need something more, law.” 

“i just can’t. i’m working towards something right now and i can’t afford any distractions -”

“distractions? that's what I am to you? i was unaware…” you say as you start getting out of bed, searching for your clothes to put back on. “if that is the case, i should really get out of your hair.”

“that's not what i -”

but you're already walking out the door, tears fighting to drop from the corners of your eyes, “goodnight law.”

you didn’t give him a chance to answer. you slammed the door behind you, the sound echoing down the hall, and barely made it three steps before tears blurred your vision.

you run back to the room you share with ikkaku as quietly as you can with tears in your eyes, praying it's a bad dream and that all of this will go away in the morning. you open the door to your room and immediately stub your toe and fall over, waking up ikkaku to your cries of pain.

“y/n?” ikkaku stirred in her bunk, voice laced with sleep. “what are you doing out of bed so late, and why do you look like you are crying?”

you just look back at her in silence clutching yourself, not sure what to say yet.

she scans over your body trying to process what's happening after waking up, your red swollen eyes looking back at hers, she looks down and notices you're wearing a shirt that's too big for you and looks familiar, but it's nothing she's seen on you before. then she notices the wadded ball of clothing in your fist, your underwear. it's all coming together.

she blinked.

“y/n you did not. did you?”

you just look at her and silently nod your head while another wave of tears starts to fall from your eyes. ikkaku rushes over to comfort you, pulling you into a hug.

“oh y/n, you poor thing. let's clean up your face and get in bed, give me all the details!”

you get into the bed while ikkaku goes to get a washcloth to wipe away your tears and clean your face.

ikkaku gets under the covers next to you, dabbing off your tears. “okay, so just to confirm, whose room were you just in.”

“...laws.”

“i knew it. how long has this been going on?”

“…months.”

“months?? so does that mean you're -”

you burst into tears again, your voice barely a whisper.

“ah, i see where this is going.” ikkaku hugs you a little tighter. “let it all out, and then tell me what just happened so we can figure it all out.”

you give ikkaku the rundown on what your night with law entailed, the sneaking, the touching, the heartbreak, everything.

“sounds to me like he's been enjoying the benefits of a relationship with you without having to have the actual relationship, which isn't fair to you at all. i'm so sorry y/n.”

“i'm just so confused. i thought he also wanted more. i didn't tell him this, but after we ya know, did it, the other night i started falling asleep like i normally do, and i guess he thought i did fall asleep or something, and i heard him say it. i heard him say he loved me under his breath in secret.

ikkaku’s eyes widened. “he said it?”

 you nodded. “i thought if i reflected those same feelings today that he'd reciprocate them.”

“no man is immune from being stupid y/n, even captain.” ikkaku's statement is enough to get a light laugh out of you. “don't worry, we'll figure out a way to put this all back together, let's get some sleep now and tackle this with a fresh mind tomorrow.”

you agree by giving a slight nod and adjust yourself to go to sleep.

“thanks, i really appreciate it.”

the next morning you go down to the kitchen for breakfast and run into law as he's grabbing a quick bite to go. he looks at you but doesn't say anything, and just walks past you without a word..

“woah that was weird, " says bepo, "usually he goes out of his way to chat with you at breakfast y/n. is everything okay?”

you let out a sheepish laugh forcing a smile, “yeah everything is normal, don't be so silly,” you say, trying more so to convince yourself than bepo.

“oh good! well, anyways, i wanted to ask you if you were gonna go out with us this weekend? were getting to dock again and captain said the next island we docked at we were allowed to go out for a night.”

ikkaku jumps in before you get a chance to respond, “she's in!”

“ikkaku!” you look back at her with a glare, not really feeling up to going out.

“relax! i think this is exactly what you need. count us in bepo!”

“awesome! i'll tell the others!”

bepo runs out of the room with glee as the going out group continues to grow.

you turn back to chastise ikkaku, “what was that for?”

“duh, we're going to dress you up to look extra hot, and then send you off into a room full of men with drinks. there's no way captain is going to allow that to happen.”

you roll your eyes with little faith, “thats never going to work ikkaku.”

a few days go by and the weekend finally arrives, with the ship freshly docked and a rare instance of no tasks needing to be done, you and ikkaku take this opportunity to go out into the town to go shopping for new clothes. the main mission: find a super hot dress to wear tonight.

she smiles at you, “just trust me y/n.”

you and ikkaku arrive in town, stopping into the first little boutique you stumble upon.

“so y/n, what do you think will make him go wild?”

“i don't think this plan is going to work at all, that's what i think,” you quip back at her.

she makes a good point, you think to yourself.

“y/n, he's a man, they all get jealous.”

“law doesnt get jealous.”

“you sure? because last i remember you telling me, he's been having you all to himself in private, there hasn't been a moment yet for him to even possibly get jealous because it's all been on his terms.”

“uhg fine,” you reluctantly cry out, “we’ll give it a shot.”

“i'm thinking a short dress and some tall boots?” ikkaku suggests.

“i have the perfect pair of boots back on the ship, tall, up to the knee and black, big chunky heel, i know he likes those,” you bashfully relay, “let's go look at the dresses though.”

you're combing through the racks before coming up on what you think to be the one. it's short and black, with a few yellow speckles that dot the left hip of the garment, similar to the patterns on law's jacket. you hold it up to ikkaku to get her opinion.

“oh. my. god. that's it, that's the one!”

“hm, well, i’ll be honest, i didn’t think we'd have success like this so fast, but i can't be mad about getting this over with so quickly.”

the two of you head back to the ship with your shopping bags, suddenly halted by a blunt energy as you board.

“oh hush, now we just have more time to do hair and make up,” ikkaku laughs.

“and what were you two up to?” a deep voice calls out inquisitively.

“oh hi -ya captain, me and y/n just did some shopping, wanted to get a new dress before we went out drinking tonight, you know how us girls are haha,” ikkaku blurts out, setting the trap.

you give ikkaku an elbow to the side and a “wtf” glare, all while avoiding eye contact with law. 

he narrows his eyes, studying you for a moment before speaking, “curious,” he muttered, “carry on.”

that night, everyone gathers in the main rec room before heading out, making sure everybody is ready and has all their things. last you recall, everyone except for law said they were going out, so you're still not really sure how ikkaku's plan is supposed to work.

“y/n. holy shit, is that you? you look HOT.”

when you stepped into the rec room, the reaction was instant.

“wow y/n, you really went all out, penguins right!” shachi added.

“that's enough,” law’s voice cuts in sharp.

“captain!” the group gasps in unison. ikkaku is already sending a slight smirk in your direction.

bepo runs up to law in excitement, “i thought you weren't coming out tonight captain?”

“i had a change of heart it appears,” he says while glancing in your direction, and you quickly look away.

your pulse throbbed. he was definitely watching.

“the more the merrier! let's go!” bepo ushers the gang towards the door.

you all get to the bar and decide to split up into groups. law goes and sits at a table with bepo, shachi, and penguin.

“y/n, ikkaku, you guys don't want to join us?” penguin asks.

“nah, me and y/n are gonna see how many free drinks we can get from all these suckers here, i’d say we’ve got a pretty solid chance to beat our record with these new outfits we’ve bought.”

and with that, you and ikkaku go off to find your own table and talk for a little bit while the boys get some drinks and chat.

you and ikkaku order a drink.

“so y/n i'd say this is already going better than expected. law’s already actually more jealous than i thought, but then again he is a pirate, and they don't tend to like sharing treasure.”

“gee thanks, i'm glad i'm a pirate's treasure in your little game,” you laugh, rolling your eyes playfully.

“oh hush,” ikkaku chuckles, “you know what i'm meaning haha, besides, did you see how quickly he shut them down about your outfit back on the ship? and how quick he agreed to even come out tonight? he’s on your hook y/n, you just gotta reel him in!”

“got it, i’m a pirate's treasure, and law is a fish, what else am i missing?”

“quit being a butt head,” she says while playfully pushing your arm.

“excuse me ladies, here’s those drinks for you,” the server says while setting them on your table, “and here’s some shots from those gentle men over there,” they say while pointing towards the opposite side of the bar.

“thank you!” you both say to the server.

“score, that's already one free drink and we just got here! you think he noticed?” ikkaku asks.

“i can practically feel daggers digging into me as we speak,” you laugh, taking the shot down in one go, “here's to the night!” you say as you raise the empty glass to ikkaku, followed by nodding and smiling at the men who sent you the shot as a thank you.

“hey, i know,” says ikkaku, “let's go head out on the dance floor?”

after your next round, you and ikkaku head out on the floor to let loose. seeing the two of you slightly tipsy and looking to dance, the two men that previously bought you a drink take this as a chance to jump in and start heading your way.

“dancing huh, i’m gonna need another round of shots for that haha.”

“i can arrange that!”

“ikkaku, look, to your left. should we dip?”

“no! this is exactly what we want. don’t look now, but law is giving them the death stare. honestly, there's a good chance he actually does kill them tonight.”

“ladies, mind if we join you?”

“be our guest,” ikkaku smiles, “but i expect another drink first.”

“of course, it'd be our pleasure.”

the four of you took another shot on the dance floor.

“so what brings you ladies out here tonight?” the man dancing with you asks.

“oh not much, just had a chance to get out ya know?”

“yeah, we're just passing through town for the night and looking for a good time,” ikkaku adds.

you shoot her another “wtf did you say that for look” before going back to dancing with one of the two men.”

“well, you're just in luck,” says the man dancing with ikkaku, “i think we're here for the same thing,” he says with a smug grin.”

as the music plays, law can't help but stare. he's completely oblivious to anything else that is going on around him. everything the boys have been saying to him goes into one ear and right out the other. he’s sitting there, seething with rage. he can't stand watching the way your body is moving so closely to another man’s. how everytime you move your hips, your dress is fighting to keep covering your ass. the way this stranger moves his hands up and down your arms and resting them on your hips.

“oh my god i love this song!” you say, as one of you and bepo’s favorite uta songs comes on.

“yeah? lets get another shot to celebrate then,” the man you're dancing with suggests, knowing full well you’re getting pretty tipsy at this point, with full intentions of taking you back to his room tonight whether you want to or not.

back at law’s table, the gang has just been chatting about nonsense and consuming drink after drink, even convincing law to keep up with them. suddenly they notice a shot appear in front of law.

with all the recently consumed alcohol increasing your naivety, you gladly accept another shot. before you can even down it, it disappears from your hands.

“woah, where'd you get that from captain?” shachi asks.

“don’t worry about it.”

“well, fine, don’t let it just sit there then, take it!”

the crew around the table start chanting law’s name, using peer pressure to get their captain to take a shot for them. not wanting to admit where it came from or have anyone ask questions as to why he “ordered” a shot with no intention to take it, he decides downing it is indeed the best option.

“let's go! i don’t think i’ve seen you this intoxicated in years, captain, penguin said, “it’s nice to see you cut loose every once in a while.”

while this is going on and you notice your first shot went missing, being as inebriated as you were, you simply chalked it up to maybe you just dropped it.

“don’t worry baby, accidents happen, let me get you another one.”

a new shot is brought out to you, as you go to place it on your lips, it suddenly disappears again.

“y/n, look behind you,” ikkaku warns you, “so much for ‘not the jealous type’,” she smugly says under her breath with a grin.

“hey, what the hell is that guy's problem?” the man dancing with you lets out.

you turn around to see law holding the exact glass that was just on your lips, lipstick stain and all. the gang at the table is all cheering as he's looking right at you and downing it in one gulp with a smirk, eyes locked on yours like he’s daring you to do something about it.

“that’s a good question.”

you storm off from the dance floor and walk right up to law. the liquid courage in you fueling your anger with him.

“what the hell is your problem, captain.”

to go from suggestively dancing with another man and then refusing to use his name only angered law even more. yes, you’re not supposed to address him as law in front of the rest of the crew, but with the pointed tone you used, he knew you were also using it as a way to get under his skin.

“y/n-ya, you're drunk. i think you’ve had enough to drink.”

“you don't get to act like you care about me now.”

law’s mouth tightened, but he said nothing.

ikkaku quickly runs up to the table to do some damage control, leaving the other two men on the dance floor alone.

“hey guys! how about we all play a game around the table or something?” she nervously squeaks. she uses her eyes to jester to you to sit the fuck down and play it cool.

“OO yes! i’ve been dying to play a game!” bepo squeaks. he’s always reliable to try and help keep the mood positive, whether he's in on the reason or not.

before anyone could say another peep, a loud announcement cuts through the atmosphere, “alright ladies and gentlemen! it's that time of the night that we open up the mic for karaoke! anyone's welcome and any song is acceptable!” the dj calls out over the mic.

“hey, i’m gonna go grab us a round of water, i’ll be right back, go ahead and start a game without me,” ikkaku says.

and just like that, shachi pulls out a deck of cards and starts dealing them out while ikkaku sneaks off to the bar to grab some water.

as ikkaku is walking back towards the table another announcement is made, “alright everyone, first up on the mic is y/n!”

your face goes blank and then panic sets in as your eyes widen.

“ooo whaddya pick!?” the gang asks you, surprised your name was called.

“i don’t know, because i didn’t sign up for this…” you say, gritting your teeth and looking angrily at ikkaku.

“aw c'mon y/n, don’t be shy now, i hear you sing in the shower all the time, you’re actually really good. you can sing whatever song you want, you don’t tell them until you walk up there.”

fueled by anger and alcohol, you stand up and start heading towards the stage. after talking to the dj for a minute, you get your track picked out. 

the lights dim as the backing track begins to play, slow, sweet and aching, you grab the mic, your eyes locking with law’s, his stare burning holes into you.

I know that you love me

Darlin', you don't have to say it

law immediately gets red in the face, no one noticing yet but ikkaku.

You know you can trust me

It's okay, it's complicated

Nervous, trip over my words

You're so pretty it hurts

you point directly at law with your free hand.

Baby, I'm yours

Baby, I'm yours

Baby, I'm yours

now clasping that same hand over your heart,

I need something more

I pray to the Lord

finger back to pointing at law,

But, baby, I'm yours

you sang with everything, pain, want, heartbreak.

Is it too late to see you?

I love the view of your headlights

Wanna get to know you (know you)

Park outside my house for the night

Nervous, trip over my words

You're so pretty it hurts

Baby, I'm yours

Baby, I'm yours

Baby, I'm yours

I need something more

I pray to the Lord

But, baby, I'm yours

“i wonder who this song is about,” bepo murmurs.

“you really can't tell??” ikkaku questions him.

bepo finally connects the intense stares that you are giving to law, and that he is very much reciprocating on, his jaw dropped as he sat there in silence for a moment.

We're getting closer

Inches away

Lose composure

Favorite mistake

Friendship's over

Won't be the same

Baby, I'm yours

Baby, I'm yours

Baby, I'm yours

I need something more

I pray to the Lord

But, baby, I'm yours

after the last note, you just hang your head down to catch your breath and compose yourself. before you pick your head back up, you hear the whole bar starting to cheer. the only reaction that you care about is law’s. you look over to him and your heart sinks. he’s standing there, back tuned to the stage. what you didn’t know was that he was trying to hide the red on his cheeks for being called out like that, not yet ready to be pestered by the crew. taking it as a sign of rejection, you head straight for the exit and run out the door.

you take a moment to breathe in the alley next to the bar before figuring out your next move, the cool night air barely soothing the heat burning in your chest. going back inside is obviously not an option, suddenly your thoughts are interrupted by some heavily slurred speech.

“hey baby, where do ya think you're going?” 

you stiffened. it was the man from the bar that kept buying you shots. he stumbled towards you, accompanied by the man that was dancing with ikkaku. both of them reeked of booze and bad intentions. clearly not in the mental state to deal with them right now you figured the best response was just to ignore him and turned away.

“hey, bitch, i’m talking to you, fucking answer me back when i speak, whore.”

he’s starting to close in on you while you begin to panic. your legs refused to move. every instinct screamed at you to run, but the liquor dulled your reflexes, leaving you rooted, vulnerable, afraid. before you can even blink, he's got you pinned against the wall, his weight boxing you in.

“you didn't think i bought you all those drinks out of the goodness of my heart, did you?” his breath was hot and rancid against your face. “you gotta pay me back for all that,” he says as a creepy smirk grew on his face, “and I’m not really looking for money if you catch my drift,” he says with a devious laugh.

“yeah, and you have to pay for your bitch friend too for stiffing me,” his friend adds behind him.

you shook your head, tears stinging, vision blurring. this wasn’t happening. you’d just wanted to get law’s attention, not this.

“haha, look at this slut, she’s fucking crying like she thinks that’s gonna get her out of this.” he leaned in closer, voice dripping with malice. “go ahead, cry all you want. just don’t let those tears get in the way when you’re on your knees.”

you squeezed your eyes shut, mouth trembling.

“hey! get your hands off of her.”

you know that voice all too well, that cold, sharp edged voice that made your heart ache, even now, but you're too ashamed of the position you've put yourself in to meet his eyes.

the man holding you laughed, glancing over his shoulder. “oh look, we have a pretty boy here thinking he can save this broad. forget it man, she's a little busy right now.”

He finishes his statement turning back to you, attempting to push you back down again while you're trying your best to fight back, the shame, embarrassment and alcohol making it a difficult task.

“law, i’m sorry,” you whisper out between tears.

law charges at the man holding you down, but the second man lunged at him to intercept. a fatal mistake. 

“shambles.”

without hesitation and a flash of blue, the man screamed, clutching his chest in horror as law held his heart in one hand, still pulsing, still warm. he dropped it to the ground with a splat, stepping over him like trash. the man immediately freezes in immense pain mixed with the shock of seeing his own heart in front of him. law’s burning razor sharp gaze meets the man holding you down, he finds law's eyes, the same terrified look his friend previously displayed shown on his face.

“i said…” law’s voice dropped, lethal and cold, “get your fucking hands off of her.”

the man instantly lifts his hands from your shoulders stuttering in response to law's statement.

“i-i- i wasn’t gonna- “

“you what? law growled, enclosing in on him, weren’t going to hurt her? violate her?”

before he even had a chance to lie, law moved forward to strike the man, cutting out his heart as well, making sure to squeeze it hard.

“AH-” the man gasped, his body seizing up. the man collapsed, gasping, as law squeezed the organ just enough to make him writhe.

“shut up, trash. next time don’t touch my fucking girl.”

the man whimpered, barely conscious.

law knelt by you, his cold hands gently brushing your arms. you were shaking, sobbing, your eyes still fixed on the ground.

“i’ve got you, y/n-ya,” he murmured, his voice softer now, tinged with regret. “i’m here.”

you whispered through your sobs, “i’m sorry.”

his arms wrapped around you, holding you flush against him, his chin resting in your hair. “no,” he whispered back. “i’m the one who’s sorry.”

you can almost make out the pain in his voice.

“captain! y/n!”

you both turned to see the crew rushing down the alley. bepo, shachi, penguin, and ikkaku leading the pack, eyes wide at the carnage.

“what the hell happened here?” shachi questioned, eyeing the groaning men on the ground.

“don’t worry about it,” law snapped, still cradling you. “Bepo, take y/n back to the ship. everyone else, follow. i think it’s time we leave.”

bepo’s eyes widened, his voice anxious. “but captain… what about you?”

law’s gaze turns back to the barely-breathing men on the alley floor. his voice was steel.

“i’m not done here yet.”

bepo hesitated, then carefully scooped you into his arms. you didn’t fight it, exhaustion and humiliation weighing you down.

“yes, captain.”

no one argued. one look at law’s face told them it wasn’t a suggestion.

bepo carried you away, your tear-streaked face buried in his fur, as you heard the echo of law’s voice fade behind you. low, cold, and promising retribution.

not sure of what happened in their absence, no one dared to say a word to you on the walk back. you clung to bepo’s neck, your ruined makeup staining his soft fur.

you sniffled, your voice barely above a whisper.

“thank you, bepo... i’m sorry for all this. i’ll explain later, i swear.”

bepo’s ears twitched. “i'm just glad you're okay y/n. we were all really worried about you once you ran out of there. he looked down at you with teary eyes. please don't cry anymore! if you keep crying, then i'm gonna start crying!”

bepo’s overdramatic concern put a light smile on your face. you're safe now.

by the time you all arrive back to the ship, law is already there waiting for you. his coat hung loosely from his shoulders, his eyes dark and unreadable, but the tension in his jaw told you everything.

“y/n-ya,” he said firmly, “come with me.”

and just like that, bepo sets you down gently and you follow.

law didn’t say a word as he led you to his room, the door clicking shut behind you. he stood by the bed, but didn’t face you.

“we need to talk about what just happened.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat. “which part? the part where i embarrassed myself? the part where i almost…” you shook your head, “or the part where i made you look like a fool?”

“all of it,” he snapped, voice low but sharp.. 

you breathed in deep, hugging your own arms. “i'm sorry law, i didn't mean for any of this to happen. i was so stupid. i shouldn't have agreed to go out, i shouldn't have drank that much, i shouldn't have talked to those random losers and i-”

“no.” his voice cut through your apology like a blade.

you paused mid sentence, confused. his back was still to you.

“i'm sorry, y/n-ya.”

you blinked, stunned into silence. law apologizing wasn’t just rare, it was unheard of.

“y/n-ya,” his voice cracked just slightly, “i didn’t realize how serious we were. i mean, i did, but i didn’t want to admit it, not to myself, not to you. i tried to keep it locked behind these walls. just something private. contained. like that would make it safer.”

he finally turned to face you, eyes heavy with regret. “but tonight, watching them touch you, hearing you cry out, i realized something.”

you didn’t breathe. just waited.

“if i ever lost you…” his voice dropped into a strained whisper. “if they’d done anything worse, if i’d been too late…”

you take a moment to process what he just said to you. your eyes burned again, fresh tears pooling. “law…”

“i’ve already lost too much in my life. too many people i’ve cared about. if i lost you too-” he shook his head, fists clenched at his sides, “i’d break. and i don’t know if i’d come back from that.”

you stepped forward, slowly, until you were close enough to touch him. “you’re not going to lose me.”

his gaze flicked up to meet yours, guarded, afraid, even now.

“i’m here, law,” you whispered. “i’m not afraid of what comes with being with you. i want to see your dreams come true. i want to stand beside you through all of it.”

gently, you reached up, resting your hands on his shoulders. “but i need you to let me in. all the way.”

law stared at you for a long moment, like he was trying to memorize the way you looked right now, alive, warm, safe.

and then he grabbed you, arms tight around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. his hold was desperate, like he was trying to convince himself you were really here.

you chuckled quietly against him.

“what's so funny?” he mumbled into your hair.

“hm? oh nothing, you're just… a lot sweeter when you've been drinking.”

his face dead pans at you as he leans back to see your face.

“yeah? and you're a lot dumber.”

“hey!” you wanted to protest, but he makes a valid point so you playfully swat at his chest.

you both stood there, wrapped up in each other, the weight of the night still between you but easier now.

“law?” you ask.

you let him pull you down with him, the exhaustion of the night catching up to your bones.

“hm?”

what do we do about the rest of the crew? what do we tell them?”

he sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “we’ll figure that out tomorrow. for now…” he guided you gently toward the bed, “...you’re not going anywhere.” 

he didn’t let you out of his grasp once your body hit the bed. his hands framed your face, his breath shaky but his gaze blazing with something raw, unfiltered, something you hadn’t seen in him until tonight.

“do you have any idea,” he muttered, “how close i was to losing my mind watching you out there tonight? letting some bastard think he could have you?”

“i didn’t mean to-”

his mouth crashed into yours before you could finish. the kiss was furious, his frustration and longing bleeding into every movement. when he broke away, his voice was a harsh whisper against your lips.

“say it. right now. tell me who you belong to.”

you shivered beneath the weight of his demand, his eyes drilling straight through you. your lips parted, breath shaky.

“i’m yours.”

“again.”

you barely got the words out before his mouth was back on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

“i’m yours,” you gasped, your back arching as his hands slid down your sides, tracing every curve like he was mapping it to memory.

“louder,” he growled against your throat. “i want the whole ship to fucking know.”

“i’m yours, law,” you moaned, his name a plea and a promise all at once.

“don’t forget it,” he breathed, his body pressing into yours, his hands everywhere, exploring, claiming, worshipping. 

your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. more of his heat, his weight, the way he made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, your lips brushing his ear. “i’m yours. i’ll always be yours.”

he groaned low, the sound vibrating against your skin, and then his mouth was on yours again, slower this time. deeper. like he was trying to pour every word he couldn’t say into you with every kiss.

“you better mean that,” he said, voice rough with need. “because if I ever lost you, y/n-ya…”

he trailed off, burying his face in your neck, his grip on you tightening.

“it’d destroy me.”

you cupped his face, pulling him up to meet your eyes. then don’t let me go.”

law’s mouth trailed kisses down your neck, slow and burning, his breath hot against your skin. his hands splayed across your hips like he was grounding himself. like the thought of letting go for even a second would cost him everything.

you shivered.

his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart with possessive purpose, his dark eyes fixed on you. “you’re mine,” he said again, voice thick with reverence. “and i’m going to make sure you feel it.”

he pushed up your dress and kissed down your stomach, slow and steady, eyes never leaving yours, watching every hitch in your breath, every tremble.

you whimpered, breath shallow as his mouth ghosted over your skin, lips barely brushing where you needed him most. he was savoring you, tasting, teasing, driving you mad with anticipation.

“say it again,” he whispered against your heat, his voice vibrating straight through you. “say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours,” you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair.

satisfied, he finally pressed his mouth to your cunt, slow, deliberate, like he was memorizing every sound he pulled from your lips. the world narrowed to his mouth, the firm grip of his hands and your hips, the relentless way he built you up with his tongue, only to drag you higher still.

every moan, every pleading whimper you gave only spurred him on, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. dark, hungry, and full of something deeper than lust.

“don’t hold back on me, y/n-ya,” he rasped. “i want to hear how good i make you feel.”

“ah fuck-” and before you could process what he said, law had slipped two fingers into you, groaning over the sensation of your core squeezing around them. you can feel him moan into your clit at the satisfaction as you toss your head back in pleasure.

law coo’s you on as he continues to claim what's his. “fuck y/n-ya,” you let out a trail of moans as he gives a harsh suck between each word, “come for me please, and only for me,” he works at you for a moment longer, coming up for air again, “i love you.”

one more thrust from his skilled fingers and you finally came undone, crying out his name like a prayer. he didn’t stop, he held you through every wave, every shudder, his mouth never leaving you until you were spent and trembling beneath him.

only then did he rise back up, his lips slick, his eyes burning with satisfaction. he hovered over you, brushing the hair from your face with surprising tenderness.

“now,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth, “there won’t be a single doubt in your mind about who you belong to.”

you smiled weakly, still catching your breath. “i was never confused, captain.”

his smirk was dangerous, but his eyes were soft. “good.”

law remained between your thighs for a moment longer, watching you catch your breath with a faint, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. he kissed along your inner thigh tenderly, his hands smoothing up your sides, coaxing your shivers into sighs.

eventually, he shifted up the bed, his arms wrapping securely around your waist as he settled beside you. his chest pressed against your back, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you.

you smiled faintly, your eyes heavy lidded, fatigue creeping in just as hard as the bliss still simmering under your skin.

“don’t fall asleep yet,” you mumbled lazily, your voice slurred with exhaustion.

“too late,” he muttered back, his lips brushing against your ear. “you wore me out.”

you chuckled weakly, shifting in his hold until you faced him. His eyes were already half closed, but his gaze found yours, soft and heavy lidded.

“stay here,” he murmured. “right here. with me.”

you brushed his hair back gently, your touch featherlight. “i’m not going anywhere.”

that seemed to satisfy him. he pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin. sleep overtook you both, pulling you into a heavy, dreamless slumber wrapped up in each other.

you woke up in law’s bed tangled in his sheets, the warmth of his body still wrapped around you. his arm was draped heavy across your waist, his breathing deep and even. a rare, peaceful sight. you smiled to yourself, but your throat was dry and parched from everything earlier.

you moved carefully, slowly peeling his arm off you so you wouldn’t wake him. law barely stirred, murmuring something inaudible under his breath, his brow twitching like he already missed your presence. you hesitated, watching his face soften again, and pressed a light kiss to his temple before sliding out of bed.

you scanned the room for something to wear, shivering from the cool air hitting your bare body. there was no way you were squeezing back into the little black dress. law’s hoodie was draped over the back of his chair, and you figured he wouldn’t mind. it was huge on you, reaching just to your thighs, and smelled like him. sea salt, steel, and a hint of smoke.

convinced everyone else was asleep, you padded out of his room quietly, sleeves swallowing your hands. the ship was still, lights dimmed, and you tiptoed into the cafeteria, expecting no one.

you were wrong.

the entire crew, bepo, shachi, penguin, and ikkaku to name a few, were all awkwardly sprawled across tables, half-asleep but very much present. the moment you stepped inside, all heads snapped up in varying degrees of grogginess and disbelief.

bepo’s ears twitched as he rubbed his eyes. “y/n! you’re okay!” he exclaimed, then squinted at you. “wait, where did your clothes go?”

shachi and penguin blinked at each other, then pointed simultaneously, voices raised in pure shock. “you’re in the captain’s hoodie?!”

you froze, wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights, clutching the hem of the hoodie down your thighs. your face was burning.

ikkaku only grinned wide, eyes alight with excitement. “tell me everything.”

bepo’s voice cut in eagerly, “no fair! i wanna know too!”

you were about to stammer out some pathetic excuse when heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. slow, deliberate. the commotion must’ve woken law.

in his room, law stirred groggily, reaching for you instinctively. when his hand met empty sheets, his eyes shot open. it took him a moment to shake off the fog, but then he heard the familiar din of voices echoing from the cafeteria. that must be where you are.

he tugged on his jeans and proceeded to look for his hoodie. a few moments go by, but then he noticed your dress still crumpled on the floor. his eyes narrowed, piecing it together.

“...she took my damn hoodie,” he muttered to himself, realizing now that the crew has definitely noticed. 

he drug a hand down his face with an exhausted sigh, foregoing the hoodie you’d stolen, and trudged down the hallway, resigned to the inevitable.

as the crew’s barrage of questions hit a fever pitch, law finally appeared in the doorway. every mouth shut instantly.

law’s hair was tousled, his torso bare save for the scatter of tattoos, and his usual sharp gaze was softened by the lingering sleep still in his eyes. yet his voice was deadpan as ever:

“ah. so that’s where my hoodie ended up.”

you audibly whimpered, yanking the hood up over your head to hide your face.

“i’m sorry, law, i just wanted some water…”

he waved you off mid apology. “it’s fine. honestly, this is as good a time as any.”

at that, the crew sat up straighter, barely containing their curiosity. law crossed his arms and surveyed them with the same commanding air he used in battle.

“everyone, listen up,” he ordered, his voice cutting through the tension. “there’s no point in hiding it anymore. y/n-ya and i have been involved for a while.”

bepo’s ears shot up.

“you could’ve told us sooner, captain!” penguin whined.

law ignored them, his tone steely. “it wasn’t supposed to go this far without...clarity. but my stubbornness got in the way.”

you stepped forward, clutching the hoodie tighter. “it wasn’t just him. i pushed things too far tonight trying to get a reaction... and it backfired.” you swallowed, glancing at the floor. “i shouldn’t have played games with him. i wasn’t thinking.”

law’s gaze flicked to you, unreadable, before he addressed the crew again. “regardless, what happened tonight was on me. she ended up in a dangerous situation because of it, and i made sure the bastards who touched her won’t bother anyone again.”

a dark, definitive statement that left no room for elaboration. no one dared ask.

“going forward,” law continued, “we’re together. and whatever you all just witnessed tonight? stays on this ship. infact, no one is to know about this unless they are on this crew. am i clear?”

the crew snapped to attention, saluting as one.

“yes, captain!”

his gaze lingered on them just long enough to ensure the message sank in, then shifted to you, still half hiding in his hoodie.

“now,” he said with a tired sigh, “everyone get some damn sleep. that’s an order.”

they all started to shuffle off, casting backward glances at you with varying degrees of amusement and curiosity. ikkaku gave you a knowing wink on her way out, while bepo waved gently, whispering, “i’m really glad you’re okay.”

once the room emptied, law turned to you fully, expression softening.

“you. come with me.”

you followed without protest. he didn’t say a word until you were both back in his room. then, just before shutting the door behind you, he murmured,

“next time you sneak out of my bed... expect me to follow.”

you couldn’t help but smile as he pulled you back in, hoodie and all, the warmth of his body reminding you that you weren’t sneaking anywhere else tonight.

[nooneelsecomesclose17]

Hi, here's a prompt: the first time Aaron meets Seb again (your choice whether robron are back together at that point)

He and John are in the shop when he sees him. His husband is deliberating over what kind of toothpaste to buy, as if they didn't all do the same job.

"Right, you can pick one bag of sweets, ok?" He hears Robert say and he presumes he's with Harry and he turns back to John to see if he's made any kind of decision. He loves the man but no one should spend this much time on toothpaste.

"Can we go to the swings Daddy? Harry told me the slide is awesome." He's sure his heart skips more than one beat at the high pitched voice.

Daddy.

Seb.

He turns round so fast he knocks the basket out of John's hand and he hurriedly starts picking up what's fallen out, eyes not moving from the little boy. Now he's looking he can see he's taller than Harry, the once reddish tinged hair now all blonde. He looks just like Robert in the photos that cover Vic's walls.

"Once you've picked your sweets yes. Just for a bit. Auntie Vic is cooking and your old Dad's not brave enough to be late for that."

He needs to get out of here. It's not as if he's not wondered if Seb would come back to the village, but it's been months so he'd assumed Robert hadn't wanted to uproot him after everything he'd been through.

"Aaron? Are you listening to me? I said are you ready?"

"Yeah." He drags his eyes away from the pair of them, both concentrating on the selection of sweets on the other side of the shop.

He tells John he's going for a pint, knows he won't join him, one of his medical things is on telly and Aaron can't stand them so he waves him off with a kiss. He's almost halfway up the hill when he hears the shout and he turns to see Seb hurtling up the road completely ignoring the car that's heading towards him.

He doesn't think, just runs and grabs him, pulling him towards the safety of Nicola and Jimmy's garden, heart beating out of his chest, and the next thing he hears is running footsteps.

"Seb!"

"He's fine." He puts the little boy down, watches as he runs to Robert and hugs him, obviously scared. Whether that's from the car or the strange person grabbing him he's not sure. "Robert, he's fine."

"You can't do that mate. You have to watch for cars, ok? Your Dad's too young for a heart attack yeah?" Robert just keeps holding him close, and Aaron should go, he knows he should, but he can't move.

"Sorry Daddy."

"Aaron...thank you." Robert sounds shaken and he's as white as a sheet when he lets himself look up. Seb's still clinging to him. "Hey mate, you go to aunty Vic's ok? We'll go to the playground tomorrow instead ok?" Seb nods and wanders up the road, the pair of them not taking their eyes off him until he's safely in her front door.

"I, er, I didn't know he was with you."

"I wasn't sure, thought he'd been through enough upheaval, but Vic kept on at me to visit. As soon as I saw him...he just ran to me Aaron. I thought he'd forget."

"Don't be daft. You're his Dad."

"Even so...what have I got to offer him? I live with my sister, barely got a job and just out of prison."

"You love him Robert. That's all he needs. You and I both know that's the most important thing. The rest can be sorted out." He looks over at the pub. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, he just scared me." He hesitates, looking past him for a second. "You know, he still remembers you. I mean I don't think he recognises you but he still remembers Aaron who used to read him stories."

"I..." He doesn't know what to say, because he was never anything proper to Seb, not really, however much Robert tried,, he'd had no hold over him and he'd been ripped away just like everything else. He'd had to bury it, the love he'd had for the cheeky little boy. "I should go."

"Aaron...if you want to see him...I know John probably won't like it, but if you do, then all you have to do is say so."

"I don't know Robert. I mean it's Seb and he's no doubt brilliant, but it hurt, and we've all moved on now. Maybe it's best to not confuse him."

"Well, the offers there..."

"Yeah. I'll see you then." He goes before he gives in and all but runs into Vic's.

He doesn't know what's stopping him though. Robert's right, John wouldn't like it, but then he doesn't seem to like much at all lately. It's not like he hasn't thought about it, going back to Robert, some days it's all he thinks about. The thing is he's scared. Scared that it'll alll disappear again and he knows he won't survive it a second time. A part of him has been waiting for Robert to leave. But now, Seb is here and Robert obviously wants to get settled back into the village

So the question is, what's stopping him from ending things with John. Now Robert's back he sees just how much he's settling with him. He hadn't seen it before, had been happy to be settled and normal for a change, but lately it's been like there's something missing.

He needs a drink, and then he needs to talk to his husband.

[jamestrmtx]

Blind Stars

(Kris Dreemurr & GN! Reader One Shot)

[Familial/Platonic Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Rated G]

Summary

Sometime after the events of Chapter Four, Toriel and Asgore get back together, and while — at first — it's what Kris quietly wished for, months pass and the facade ends, revealing what made the relationship end the first time.

You're their human therapist, and they've come to open up about many things, including their dangerous adventures in the Dark World.

Today, they've come to you for help over something far more mundane, but not something you wish they'd be going through.

Note

For the sake of plot, the reader has coily hair.

The rest of their appearance is ambiguous!

          You've never had a patient like this before, but that's just what makes the job worthwhile, getting to learn something new about the uniqueness of the world every day.

          “How do you feel… now that it's been three months?”

          Kris looks down at their lap and frowns, remaining silent for a while.

          Then, they look back up, signing, “I think I regret ever wishing my mom and dad were back together.”

          Your lips form an apologetic smile on their own as you stand up from the desk, walk up to them, and set a hand on their shoulder, letting them make eye contact when they deem it adequate.

          Which — considering you've tended to their needs for the past six months — isn't very long.

          They look at you, bright red eyes glinting with warmth as they pull you in for a hug.

          They've oftentimes commented hugging you feels ‘like hugging Ralsei’, and that's when you learned of the Dark World and all the things that compose it.

          “...Soft,” they mutter, inhaling your scent. "Hair's so fluffy. Like a cloud."

          They've — also — oftentimes commented you smell just like the pies their mother bakes, so you've made it sort of a mission to always keep a full stock of the perfume you use.

          If it brings them comfort, it beats the ruder comments your (potentially ex) boyfriend makes about you always dressing the same and using the same perfume all the time.

          The irony of the situation dawns on you, but a couple of things are different. For one, he's still only your boyfriend. And you don't have children that'll be affected by your decision.

          When Kris lets go, they're smiling, but you know your next question will erase that happiness.

          “Why do you regret having your mom and dad back together?”

          Kris sighs, then sets their hands on their knees and clutches them, their frown returning twice as strong.

          It takes a while to loosen up and push on forward, and that's why your sessions with them are sometimes an hour and a half, or two hours long instead of one.

          “They still fight like they used to, but…”

          They stop signing to chew on their bottom lip harshly, almost drawing blood. 

          Their actions mask the trembling uncertainty of their mouth, and they wipe away the single tear that slips past an eye. 

          “...But?”

          “I…”

          You walk back to your desk and fetch a notepad and a pen, then return and offer it to them.

          “You can write it down, if you'd like.”

          Kris nods and takes what you hold out.

          There's the sound of the clock ticking and tocking — a sound you have to turn off for specific kinds of patients — the bubbling of the big tank with a small number of fish in it, and the distant gurgling of the coffee maker, preparing the decaf for their weekly dose of mocha with whipped cream and chocolate shavings.

          When they're finished writing, they avoid eye contact, but still hand over what they've written.

          You stare at the words for a while, then catch your breath.

          “Would you like me to read it aloud?”

          You started to ask that question two months into them coming to visit, seeing positive results from having them hear their own thoughts out loud.

          Kris hugs themself and nods, still avoiding eye contact.

          “Okay!”

          You smile and sit down next to them when they scoot over.

          “Whenever mom gets into an argument, she always blames dad,” it reads. “And whenever dad gets into an argument, he always tries to make me choose who's right and who's wrong.” 

          They tense up, so you take a pause and wait for them to follow the breathing technique you taught them. 

          When they nod, you carry on.

          “It’s not always THAT bad, but…” You set a hand on their shoulder again when they make eye contact. “Last week, a day after I came here, it was… not great. They got into a bigger argument this time, and they BOTH asked me who was right. I felt trapped, but they wouldn't let me go until I said something. And I DIDN'T want to say anything. I just…”

          It stops at that.

          You swallow the tension in your throat and meet their eyes, now undoubtedly wet and shiny, awaiting the rainfall.

          “I wanted to run back here and ask for help,” they sign, and then…

          They break into tears and shove their face into your stomach, hugging you tightly.

          Their once quiet and rare voice breaks into wails and sobs, and you have to bite back the pain their firm embrace brings to your body.

          They've never been too gentle with… certain objects.

          They admitted to slashing their mother’s tires back when you only first started seeing them.

          They've confessed they felt anger at witnessing their drunken mother dancing with a stranger, to the point of wanting something bad to happen to the latter involved in the situation, and most recently…

          They've confessed to having secretly stomped on one of their father's flowers when he wouldn't stop being so ‘obsessed’ over how pretty it was, then they regretted the act when seeing him all sad the next day.

          “Kris,” you mumble, wheezing when their hold grows tighter. “Have you told… anyone else about this?”

          Kris shakes their head and lets go, allowing you to gain a good gasp of oxygen, muscles soothing on par with your freedom.

          “Only you.”

          You haven't yet set anything in stone, as anger issues may or may not seem like an appropriate diagnosis, but…

          It's more like they're unable to express themself completely — as if something holds them back.

          “You waited until today to speak with me about this,” you state, walking back to your desk and sitting down, hands resting over the surface. “Would you consider it favourable… having video calls when something concerning like this happens again?”

          Their frown intensifies as they appear to give your question some thought.

          “Won't my parents be able to hear and see it?”

          “I can set up a meeting application on your phone, and I can offer you some earbuds, so long as I have your parents’ permission. It would be a service meant for emergencies only.”

          Kris crosses their arms and takes a deep breath, kicking their feet while they stare at the floor. 

          They let out that breath and uncross their arms, a small smile twitching in their mouth.

          “What will you say if they ask what's wrong?”

          “I believe I told you I’m no snitch, dear. Everything stays here, right where we left it.”

          You check the time, counting thirty minutes remaining.

          “As long as your life or anyone else's isn't at risk, you'll have my confidentiality, as always.”

          Kris's smile grows as you stand up from your desk and offer your hand out, a sticker of a starry sky on your palm.

          “Take the sticker while you think about it,” you explain, waiting for them to walk to your desk. “And if you want me to ask for your parents' permission, then bring me a sticker back for our next session. It can be anything you want.”

[orangez3st]

hi friend! Could I please make a fic request if you’re interested? 😊 I was thinking of something fluffy with an established relationship with fives and a jedi reader and maybe they feel like they need to sneak around to spend time together with snuggling or kissing but everyone already knows and they just haven't realized that yet. And maybe when they get caught everyone teases them? I actually really don't mind whatever plot you want!! Just really some fluff with fives if you're interested 🩷 tysm you are amazing! 🫶🏻

Every Second Counts

ARC Trooper Fives × GN!Jedi!Reader 

✧ Summary: You and Fives have a unique bond, and you spend a brief, invaluable time together before the war becomes your priority once more.

✧ Tags & Warnings: established relationship, forbidden love, fluff, Torrent Company shenanigans, reader is a Jedi Commander and called “sir”, character cameos: Cal Kestis and a bunch of Torrent with Rex included in a separate scene, attachment-aware jedi x clone relationship (we abide the code in this house just because), cuddles, kisses, hugs, maybe a bit angsty?

✧ Word Count: 3.5k

✧ A/N: HOORAY EARLY POST!! @precioustech much thanks for requesting! 😄💞 I admit I got a little carried away while playing around with the prompt so I hope this isn’t too far from your expectations 💛 (and I just think we should have more of this kind of relationship trope)

Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Fives divider by @lornaka and @freesia-writes

“You really think we don't notice, do you?”

It's where Fives is certain his heart is going to explode out of his chest. Nevertheless, he keeps on chewing, eyes downward onto his food tray. “Notice what?”

Dogma sitting across from him gives him a look. “How you two like to sneak around.”

“Me and Echo?” Fives deflects easily, scoffing, and smacks his twin in the back while he's drinking. Sputtering, Echo kicks him under the table. Fives ignores him. “We’re ARC’s, vod. It's like you're saying how the Jedi like to use the Force.”

“Yeah, but I'm talking about the Jedi.”

“The General? I mean, yeah. Last op was fun. We were sneaky enough. Surprisingly. For a guy like Skywalker.”

“Fives,” Tup rolls his eyes. “It's about your partner.”

“Me and E—”

“Romantic partner.” It's Echo this time, scowling and looking exhausted already.

Jesse shakes his head, sitting at the end of the dining table. “Di’kut.”

“What?” Fives challenges him, his tone aggressive but the massive grin on his face is telling otherwise. “As if you're successful sneaking around with your boyfriend as well? You should be ashamed!”

Hardcase barks a laugh. “Says the guy who's sneaking around with a kriffin’ Jedi Commander!”

That earns him a collective loud shush and a slap to the back of his bald head from Jesse.

“So jig's up, then?” Kix teases. “Actually jig's up since moons ago—goddammit, Fives. Dogma really meant it. He saw you two.”

“We were talking,” Fives huffs, his food forgotten.

“And snogging,” Echo sips on his juice.

Groaning, Fives stands, his fingers lifting the edge of his tray. “This conversation never happened. I don't know you all. Who are you? Why am I sitting here with a bunch of nosy di'kute?”

“Everything's been your choice,” Tup calls out, grinning widely while twirling his fork, as the ARC Lieutenant walks away.

“Great,” Echo rolls his eyes, drawing his datapad from his hip to leave a comm message for his twin. “Now I have to remind that he eats his fill this noon.”

“Nah,” Jesse chuckles, watching Fives throwing the tray down the chute. “I'm sure he'll get lunch someplace else.”

“Somewhere nicer,” Hardcase snickers. “Like Dex's. Or, y'know—”

“Don't you dare finish that sentence,” Dogma squints.

“Knowing our next joint op is with Cody's battalion under Fives’ Jedi lover?” Jesse scoffs—as an ARC Lieutenant himself he has the briefing in hand much earlier than the rest of the company. “It'll happen anyway.”

Echo sighs. “Can we please not talk about Fives’ bedroom adventures here.”

As Fives is marching out of the mess hall he absolutely pretends not to hear all that. Echo's comm message makes his vambrace comm beep waiting to be read. He knows what it's about. Echo always cares about him like that. He'll read it, eventually. But now, his task at hand is to find you—his stance masked by the steady walk of a soldier on duty, as if marching to the hangar to board the next cruiser with whatever star system where they need him and freshest intel in mind.

Bucket clipped to his belt, Fives strides through the boring old corridors of the 501st compound—the durasteel grey of its walls void of life and reminds him too much of Kamino. He fought hard there. But here, he fights hard too between planets and star systems. He's fighting for the galaxy now, and no longer for himself—for his old squad.

Troopers passing by. They nod at him with respect. At him. Or the ARC gears. Of the fact that he's a Geonosis veteran—the second battle, where Cody carried the entire campaign and probably in need of back surgery for that. And so many battles and skirmishes after that. He's glad to have Echo and Jesse, fellow ARCs, by his side. Rex is considering Dogma to be next—if that regulation-abiding brother of his could, for once, think outside the box and improvise since it's essentially what it means to be an ARC. Those three Rancor ARC commanders who trained them would probably laugh at poor vod’ika if he keeps that up. And probably at Rex's judgment too. Rex. Even with the jai'galaar'la sur'haii'se.

Speaking of Rex, Fives finally clocks that blond head that he knows from anywhere. Blond genes are rare among the clones, being a recessive one from one of Fett's relatives. Rex is supposedly a lucky bastard, if one considers individuality has to be placed high among others.

The captain is in the midst of talking with a pair of Jedi Commanders. In the middle of a random corridor of the 501st compound, instead of a specific briefing room. Then it can't really be too important, something mundane, probably—judging by the eager, curious smile of one of the commanders, the young one, whose freckles are so prominent that even Fives could see from this distance as he marches in their direction and bright amber hair reminding him too much of Kenobi.

And then there's you. The other one. Fives throws you a not-so-discreet charming smile as soon as your attention briefly shifts toward him, and in a matter of seconds returns to Rex, whose focus is more put toward the other commander. Must be something advisory. He's really young. Probably 11 or 12 in standard.

“Good day we're having?” Fives chimes in as he approaches, the distance closing, and the group turns toward him. Rex even sports a brief smile and slaps him in the back.

“I wouldn't call intel gathering day in Serenno as good,” the 501st commanding officer rolls his eyes.

“Ah, the usual for ARCs, Captain. You know that well, eh?”

“Sure, whatever.” Rex barely puts any resistance against his blooming smirk. He then cuts to the chase gesturing to the unfamiliar smaller and impossibly younger commander. “This is Jedi Padawan Cal Kestis, Commander of the 13th Battalion under General Jaro Tapal. Sir, this is Fives; ARC trooper, Lieutenant. One of our finest men we trust for intel gathering.”

Cal Kestis, the curious and perhaps a little shy young red-haired boy, holds out a hand for Fives to shake. “Nice to meet you, Lieutenant.”

“And you, sir. Between us, it's just Fives.” With a polite smile he's practiced a hundred times, he shakes the boy's hand, giving him a gentle yet firm shake so he wouldn't shock the life out of him. “So this is now a joint op between,” Fives tilts his head, aiming the question at Rex, “501st and 212th SpecOps, and now a part of the 13th as well?”

You step in. “Cal is joining us as a part of his training. Master Tapal insisted, and I'll be looking after him.” Fives' breath is stolen right away at hearing your voice and it makes him feel stupid in the presence of others. You place a gentle hand on Kestis’ shoulder. “So don't worry, little brother. I'll be there every step of the way.”

Kestis grimaces at the prospect of being babysat by Tapal’s former Padawan—his lineage sibling. “Maybe not in every step of the way?”

Fives goes into parade rest. “Might as well send commandos,” he aims his statement again—which is insignificant, and he knows that but he just wants to comment—at Rex.

“It's not that delicate,” Rex says, “ARCs are sufficient for this mission.”

“With a couple of lightsaber-wielding commanders,” you brightly add, mainly to keep Kestis from being intimidated by all the official chatter.

“We need to go over again about how big this facility we're talking about,” Fives suggests, throwing a nanosecond attentive glance at you.

“That'd be the best,” Rex agrees with a slow nod, and throws a brief smile at Kestis. “Especially now that we have an additional passenger on board whom I bet wouldn't wanna miss anything we have. I'll talk to Cody to gather his men.”

“Yeah, maybe there's something new,” Fives adds, referring to intel and being actually locked in although there's you—usually his primary distraction. He's proud of himself at the moment.

“I'd like to come with you if you don't mind, Captain.” Kestis’ young voice sounds like it came from a heavy internal deliberation. He doesn't want to leave your side. What an adorable young boy. He's a kid. Reminds Fives of his own Commander Tano, and also the grim part of the war that they send literal children into it.

Rex smiles encouragingly. “Sure, kid. Come along.” With a parting nod both to Fives and you, he turns and walks the other way—helmet clipped to his belt and arms swaying by his side—with the young Padawan eagerly following next to him. “I want to show you the main war room. Or is there something else you'd like to see? Like the training gym?”

“That'd be great! Have you been to the 13th Battalion compound?’

Their voices become distant, faded into faint whispers of encouragement and enthusiasm before lost on him, as they turn around the corner. And finally, there's only him. And you.

You sigh loudly. Fives tilts his head sideways at you—a relieved, loopy smile that somehow still makes him quite a looker adorn his face.

“Hey,” he softly greets you, finally free from all the serious formalities.

“Hi,” you grin, heart thrumming in delight.

“So. Cal Kestis,” he begins. “Haven't seen him around before.”

You exhale wistfully, hands going behind you back. “His battalion gets deployed to the Outer Rim lately.”

Fives balks. “Wait, not in the Sieges? With Bacara and his intimidating marine boys?”

“No, not there. Not there yet,” you shake your head, concerned. “Let's hope not. He's so young. And the Outer Rim is too brutal for him.”

Fives knows well what intragalactic war would demand of someone. He looks at you. “Even I know you won't go there.”

“We won't go there,” you correct him. “If you're not part of the 21st or Master Mundi’s padawans, it might as well be a death sentence.”

Fives hums. “Heroes.”

“Commendable bravery.” Your tone is solemn. “But here in life, we all have sacrifices to make.”

“Yeah,” he absently agrees, unsure how to interpret that. Yes, he gets the general idea, but he wonders if it goes far beyond. Deeper. Meaning upon meaning. Covered by not entirely lies, but just… hidden, lying in wait, waiting to be dug out.

“But enough about that. I'm sure Cal is in good hands—your Captain’s.” Your voice rings through his thoughts, and when he snaps his attention at you again, your lips blossom into a soft smile, and your hand held out in his direction. “Let's get out of here, shall we?”

You lead him to your temporary apartment inside the compound. It's modest at best. You may be part of the 212th, but recently both of your and Fives' battalion have been tackling Separatist presence in the Core Worlds and Mid Rim by co-op, so you spend a lot of time in and out of GAR military compounds in Coruscant. The Temple remains your forever home. While you miss the serenity of the garden and the pond, it's nothing against hearing the hustle and bustle of soldiers merely living their lives and making fun while they can. It settles several of your worries. It's alive, and you love being in the midst of it.

The moment the door of your apartment seals close, Fives wraps his strong arms around your frame, pulling you flush against his armored chest. It's a little awkward on your part and pulling a surprised squeal out of you at the pressure, so you compensate by letting go, placing a kiss on his cheek and helping to unclasp his top armor pieces. He watches you fumble with his vambrace with a mesmerized gleam in his eyes.

“Do you have any idea how attractive you are just standing in some corridor of this building?”

A loud laugh that sounds ever pleasant in his ears tumbles off your lips. Your brilliant eyes peer up at him as he patiently waits for you. “You’re only saying that because now we're here; finally having a private time for ourselves.”

“Yeah but seriously.” Fives rolls his eyes. His cheeks hurt from grinning too much. Done with the vambraces, you quickly tug off his elbow guards. “Missed you so much, cyar’ika.”

You hum, absentmindedly pecking his lips before unclasping his bicep pieces. Fives shrugs his pauldrons and entire chest and back piece off faster than your pace entirely out of muscle memory, apparently unable to hold his patience out for much longer. He crushes you against his toned chest, muffling your giggles and playful squeals as he places a big wet kiss on top of your head.

“Okay okay! I missed you too!” you giggle for mercy, letting out a startled yelp again when he grabs the sides of your face to crash his lips against yours. It's only temporary, yet still leaving you breathless by the time he pulls away, before kissing you again much gentler afterward.

You sigh into his lips, your arms wind around his neck. Fives holds you closer, pinning you against his warm torso. His chest bubbles with so much immeasurable happiness and relief that he lets out an involuntary chuckle, stroking your cheek and leaning his forehead against yours as he reels away from the intoxicating kiss.

“Joint ops are amazing since I can focus on legit ARC missions…” He playfully pinches your side, chuckling at your small adorable yelp. “While staring at you across the war room during briefs. It's a good chance. Worth every single time.”

“You know that really sounds creepy, Fives,” you giggle.

Your lover smiles widely, gently rocking your bodies side to side. “It's beneficial.”

You roll your eyes. “More joint operations aren't exactly doing us any good if we still wanna keep us a secret.”

He nearly groans remembering the mess hall conversation with the others. “Actually it might even not be a secret anymore.”

You freeze and blink at him. “Say again?”

“The boys somehow know about us,” he admits after letting out a big dramatic sigh. Because just great. It's most top fear for couples who want to keep their relationship a secret, and somehow he blew it off. Worse thing is he doesn't know when—when they started to know, when the word circulated around—and most especially; how they knew.

It only takes you a moment to digest it all, including the existing consequences. “‘Somehow’?” you inquire teasingly. “You're an ARC trooper, Fives. I thought ‘somehow’ isn't in your dictionary.” 

“This one escaped me.” His voice falls quieter, disappointment in himself flooding his chest. But your eyes are so forgiving that you almost don't seem to mind. It's disappointing, too. “I’m so sorry,” he says anyway.

You sigh softly, carding a hair through his coarse curls. “It's not your fault.” You're stroking his cheek, a soft smile on your lips, and Fives learns into your touch that eventually blossoms into a full palm on cheek. “Maybe we weren't subtle enough.”

“Still.” He then buries his face into your shoulder. Your robes smell like some woody and floral aroma that indistinctly can be found at the Temple, and he tries to find comfort in that while he pours his heart out. “I put a lot on your plate. I don't ever wanna do that to you. You've got a lot of burden being a commander of your own battalion, and I don't want you to worry about getting kicked out of the Order.”

Fives feels you smile against his neck, and his back shivers from how your fingers curl into his blacks. “Thank you for worrying about me,” he hears you whisper. You place a chaste kiss on his jaw. “But all that you mentioned has been there all my life.”

He pouts. He lowkey wishes you could see him like that. “But I'm making it worse.”

The subtle shaking of your head makes a rustling noise against his skin. “Nonsense. You're making everything better.” You reel away from his neck to take his lips upon yours. Your eyes glimmer again as you gaze into his soul, piercing his barriers altogether. “We're together. That's what matters.”

Fives tightens his arms around you almost possessively, shutting his eyes to just hear your soft breathing against him and relishing your presence in his arms. “Aside from the war that we found ourselves in.”

“Precisely,” you murmur, “I can’t give you much, but you'll always have me. Whatever you need.”

He releases a long sigh. It unexpectedly comes from deep inside him—all the wishes, all the hopes. All the questions and impatience still entrapped by a sturdy net. He has a purpose. He can't forget that.

“I know.” Fives opens his eyes to your soft grateful smile. “Can I kiss you again?”

“If I ever say no, you may use my lightsaber on me.”

He chuckles. “I just really like kissing you.” His lips find yours again, and he can almost taste the honey and cornbread you've had for after-lunch snack on you. “You're addicting.”

“Careful,” you tease.

“M’still within the borders of my respect, sir,” Fives grins, his feet driving you to pace backwards so that he could gently push you to sit on your bed. He remains standing, yet his hand finds your jaw to caress them as softly as he can. “Just stating my affection. Unless affection is forbidden for the Jedi?”

You giggle softly. “You're really cheeky with your words. As if your vocabulary changes when you're near me.”

“Good sir, however thou art mean?”

“Stop it,” you let out a full belly laugh that you cover your mouth with your hand. “You sound too silly. I like you just silly.”

“Right.” His chest warms at your delighted sound, which by his humblest opinion is incomparable against Naboo’s beautiful blossoms and the sound of trickling river in the wild. “Then let this silly man kiss you to death, hm?”

Fives descends on you before you can answer. His movement is precise as he maneuvers his limbs to cage you in, clearly not intending to make you uncomfortable in your own bed. One knee and both forearms by either side of your head propping him up, his mouth moves against yours carefully, gently. You sigh into the kiss as he slowly lowers himself onto your body, pressing you against the mattress to let you feel his weight comfortably resting on top of yours.

You pull away from his lips. “Can we stay like this?”

A comfortable heat crawls up his body seeing you breathless and batting your eyelashes innocently at him. His chest swells, already settling on an answer as he places one last peck on your lovely lips. “‘Course we can, cyar’ika.”

You mutter your heartfelt thanks like a polite Jedi you are as you both shuffle around the bed to find a comfortable position. Fives lays down on your pillow, one arm behind his head and your head resting on top of his chest. No matter how long you two have spent moments like this, it never fails his heart to beat even faster. His affection grows and swells to the point it no longer can't be contained, so oftentimes his arm tightens around your shoulders as if he has a cuteness aggression for you, and before you know it he places another big wet kiss on top of your head that always leave you giggling every single time.

It's quiet moments like this. Grateful to have each other in each other's company although occasionally separated by campaigns. It's a fate that's neither cruel nor fortunate that your battalion and his often join forces. One would say it's a distraction. But his focus persists. And sometimes, thousands of light-years away, Fives wonders about you. Sometimes sending a comm could be too risky—every communication is closely monitored.

He always prepares for the worse, but not that he's never used to that. His affection for you has grown deep and taken roots. Fives cares about you just as much as he cares about the chance of winning campaign after campaign. Time and space and understanding have always been present between the both of you, and thus every moment is precious just as every ticking second counts. Every kiss counts. Every traded word counts. Anything could be your last, or his.

So when his vambrace beeps, signaling a comm message from Rex about the assembly with the 212th, a sigh of satisfaction—long and forgiving—blows through his nostrils. You raise your head to meet his gaze, your smile already full with acceptance and anticipation.

“Let's win again this time, Fives, my dear,” you say encouragingly, stroking his cheek and kissing him again one last time. Before you can pull away, Fives deepens the kiss, his hand pressing the back of your head to keep you there.

“For the greater good,” he murmurs against his lips, fire igniting inside his chest. “And seeing you again, obviously.”

You chuckle at his clinginess. Once again, your sounds of joy bring consolation within him, and your confident, passionate smile brightens his life.

“And seeing you again, yeah.”

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[kutepik]

So Fucking Domestic

(mdni 18+) How many times a week is it normal for a couple to do it? Well... You and Caleb are definitely above average.

1.2k. small hc about domestic life and boyfriend!caleb with a little bit of spicy hihi

Since you and Caleb started seeing each other officially, it was only natural that you spent more time in Skyhaven and he in Linkon. You both had such dense and strenuous routines that at any free moment you tried to be together and make the most of it. On a particular day during the first month of your relationship, you arrived at the Colonel's apartment and found some step stools placed at strategic spots in the apartment. They were large and discreet, one near the kitchen counter, another by the bathroom sink, another by the bookcase in the study and many others. The answer when you asked Caleb about it was simple: when he became a colonel and got the right to an apartment, the Fleet asked for his height to make the furniture as proportional and functional as possible for him. Now that you were spending more time there, he made sure to have those steps made at the right height for you, so that you could be as comfortable as possible. In fact, you always wondered why the sink seemed so high when you brushed your teeth, and how uncomfortable it was to cut things on the counter when you tried to cook something. Caleb was always so efficient and attentive, and you loved that about him.

A week after steps stools were added to the apartment, you were used to them. One day, while you were at the kitchen sink, peeling some apples for a quick snack, Caleb came in from a night mission.

"Hey! Want an apple?" You smiled when he hugged you from behind, sinking his face into the nape of your neck easily because of the extra height the step stool gave you.

"What a miracle to find you in the kitchen," he kissed your neck and held your hips, gluing you to him. You brought a piece of apple to his mouth over your shoulder and forced him to eat it, to shut him up. "Hmpf" He tried to speak and you turned around, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

"How was it today?" You gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Boring. I just wanted to come home to you." He rubbed his cheek against yours, sighing. "Buuuut, I had time to think of something"

"Hm?" You hummed with your eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his face against yours.

"I was wondering if... You'd let me put my cock inside you without me having to ask or with any ceremony." He said in a careful voice. "Of course, if you don't want to at the moment, just tell me and I'll completely stop. I totally understand if you find it weird and don't want to do this and I pinky promise we never have to talk about it again and I'll never bring it up ev-“

"I want it!” you said and threw your head to one side. His eyes widened in surprise. "Wherever you want. No matter when you want. I trust you." You kissed one of his eyes. "And I love the idea of you fucking me without ceremony and at any time."

"God, you're going to drive me absolutely crazy. Thank you." He squeezed you in a tight hug.

Once the two of you had agreed on this, you initially thought you'd be having sex the way you always did, hard, deep, kinky, full of fluids, scratches and bites, or doing intense quickies several times a day. But no, it was simple and intimate, simply delicious. Caleb just wanted to be with you and inside you all the time.

Little by little, you realized how the stool he had ordered served more than one purpose. Sometimes you'd be doing your makeup for work, standing in front of the bathroom sink, and Caleb would simply approach you, asking about your plans for the day. As the ordinary words and dialog went on between the two of you, he would gently pull up your shirt, pull down your panties and put his cock inside you. It was addictive. The fucking step stool not only gave you the perfect height for the furniture in the house, but also to leave your ass at the right height for Caleb to find himself in you without having to hold you down, sit or lie down. It was usually like this: his cock nestling into you with slow, intimate strokes, while you both carried on chatting about anything, just spending time together.

By then, you made a habit of walking around the house in your (his) large shirt and no panties, knowing that Caleb liked to be with you, inside you, whenever he could. Of course, you still had brutal sex like two animals frequently, but it seemed that Caleb's obsession and need for you - and you for him - was able to bring about the most painfully intimate, simple and tender sex of your lives. It was just so good to trust so deeply in someone and to want someone so badly that no words or timing were needed. At one moment it was a "Can I stay here with you, baby?" and the next you were reading your book, bent over the counter, while Caleb slid his cock up and down between your folds, stroking himself against your clit, praising you and your pretty pussy. He did it not only because he wanted it, but because he could.

Sometimes he wouldn't even come, or even move. If you were watching a movie, he would surely be inside you, both of you cuddled up, relaxing after an exhausting day, cockwarming.

In fact, you liked it so much that when he didn't take the initiative, you went after him. There were times when he was reading reports, sitting on the living room sofa or in the office armchair, and you would silently approach him, fiddling with your cell phone, sit on his thighs, and soon his cock was hard and hot under his pants. Within moments, you were slowly riding his throbbing cock, while he used his thumb to caress your clit, slowly, just like the rise and fall of your hips. If you got tired, you didn't have to get up. You just kept yourself there, hugging Caleb, with his hard cock throbbing inside you, filling you up completely.

One day, talking to Tara and Simone at the pub in Linkon, the topic came up: "How many times a week is it normal for a couple to have sex?", and the girls debated curiously.

"I don't know, three or two times a week? It depends on their schedule." Simone said, sipping her drink.

"Some couples do it every day! Can you imagine? Having sex every day?" Tara said, her eyes widening. " What about you and your boyfriend? How often do you do it?" She asked, curious.

And that made you wonder. There was the mind-blowing sex, the longing sex, the dirty sex, the rough sex, the slow sex, the sex when you were reading, the sex when he was reading, the sex when you were on your cell phones, the sex when talking about anything, the sex on the kitchen counter, the sex on the bathroom sink, the bath time sex, the movie time sex, the bed time sex, the sleep time sex, the wake up time sex, the boredom time sex, the play time sex… And all you could do was blink, trying to calculate how many times a week Caleb and you had sex and it simply wasn't possible to count.

You laughed, sipped your drink and sighed.

"I don't know, I don't count." And it wasn't a lie.

[empresskylo]

simon riley not being the best at expressing himself. he knows he doesn’t tell you he loves you nearly enough. but god, does he show it.

he reads you so fucking easily, can instantly tell when you’re not yourself. his arms are wrapping tightly around you, “s’matter love?” and he won’t take “nothing” as an answer. he will scoop you up into his arms, hug you closely, plant kisses on your forehead, whatever it is you need. he just wants to comfort you.

he can tell when you're nervous, decipher all your little ministrations. he won't always say anything. sometimes he will just walk over, wrap his arms around you, and squeeze you against his chest. or if you're in public, his hand will find yours and tug you against him. or his hand will rest on your thigh, drawing little patterns with his thumb.

and he's always touching you. when you're just standing around somewhere, talking, he'll randomly grab your belt loops and pull you close to him. he loves to run his fingers through your hair and will often play with it when you're lying in bed together or sitting on the couch. plays with your necklace when you're talking to him. he'll grab your foot when you're sprawled on the couch and tug you closer. tugs you against him when you're both sleeping, his arm solid across your hip.

and he just understands you so well. he pays attention. he knows how you like your coffee. knows your favorite flower. your favorite band. knows all your little mannerisms. knows exactly how to make you laugh. knows all the ways you like to be shown love. knows how you like to be touched and talked to.

so while he doesn't express his love always verbally, he shows it in literally every other way possible.

[cosmictheo]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | kang dae-ho

—summary: a sudden closeness of you and player 333 makes dae-ho's usually sweet mood swing in the opposite way, triggered by pure jealousy. why would you ever need anyone else when you've got him right there? —pairing: kang dae-ho/player 388 x female!reader —word count: 4.5k —contains: +18, smut !!! (minors dni), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, descriptions of the reader having female genitalia, some porn with some plot, really passionate sex, voyeurism, public sex, sub dae-ho!!! (canon), slight praise kink if you squint, he talks to you through it, jealous and possessive behavior, fluff, dae-ho being so in love with the reader.

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

Kang Dae-ho had been protecting you ever since he had helped you survive Green Light, Red Light, the first game of all this hell in disguise as a promising new opportunity.

Not knowing you from absolutely nothing, he stepped right in front of you, stretching a hand out to the back to hold yours and guide you across the arena, playing human shield until together, you had crossed the finish line. 

And that basically summed up the kind of person Dae-ho is; kind-hearted, courageous, selfless, caring. He was one of the best people you had ever met and he was making this whole calvary into something much better, something brighter, something to keep fighting for until you made it out of there.

Since that, he had stuck by your side, practically standing as your own shadow, constantly putting you first, looking out for your well-being and safety. Without him, you would probably be dead by now, devoid of purpose.

The other players had already gotten used to seeing the two of you together, always watching each other's backs and fooling around and strategizing. Through thick and thin, you were together.

It was only a matter of time —hours—; before something else began to spark between the two of you, growing every time your hands brushed, or when he wrapped an arm around your shoulders or when your bodies cocooned in each other's warmth at night when you slept. A tension was just starting to build, an emotion that for some reason, would always make Dae-ho nervous and flustered, whenever you'd smile at him or clasp his bicep to be by his side every time Gi-hun related a story from his past experience at the games, or when you'd lean your head on his shoulder or when you'd hug each other every time a game ended.

Whatever it was, out of the same feeling, Dae-ho sensed a heaviness in the pit of his stomach, feeling as if his guts were constricting like a viper, every time you chatted with the 333 player.

He looks at you from the distance, frowning slightly as you laugh at something the guy says, he doesn't even know why he dislikes him so much... he just does.

“Why are you all puckered up?” Jung-bae questions him, pausing his own story to express concern for his teammate's face, following his gaze until he finds you, naturally.

Dae-ho clicks his tongue, shaking his head gently, his tone of voice fluctuating between disbelief and annoyance, "Why is she even over there? It's dangerous"

“Dangerous? Buddy, she's just talking to him. He saved her in the last game, remember?” Jung-bae answers him, confused by the uncharacteristic grumpy attitude of the younger man, used to the sight of him being so cheerful and jovial and optimistic.

“If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be here,” Young-il adds, also glancing at how you whisper with player 333, “She's just being polite.”

But Dae-ho huffs humorlessly, forcing his eyes to drag from you to Jung-bae standing in front of him, his fingers still grasping his fork tightly, not really feeling like eating lunch today, “Bullshit, I would've saved her anyway. She didn't need him.”

Gi-hun rolls his eyes, sitting by his side as he quietly observes the whole scene, chewing a mouthful of rice, “You're just jealous, man, admit it,” he pronounces with his mouth half full, eyes attentively scanning Dae-ho's reaction.

The whole group of men laugh upon seeing Dae-ho's face morph to one of embarrassment and some offense, cheeks blushing furiously at Gi-hun's fake allegation.

“I'm n-not jealous” he tries to defend himself with a stuttering voice, looking frantically around the amused faces of the men around him, his fingers letting his fork drop by his twitching and nervous state, attracting the attention of a few players who were nearby, including yours, which only makes Dae-ho to blush even redder.

Jung-bae smiles playfully, picking up the fork that had fallen to the ground, “And you're being overdramatic.”

“I am not!” Dae-ho squeals, his brow furrowing as he stands up and yanks the fork out of Jung-bae's hand. As the whole group laughs at him, his eyes again search for you in the crowd, finding you in record time, and his whole face darkens again as he notices the way your hand is resting down the player 333's forearm, like you would usually do with him.

He sighs heavily and for the first time, he seriously considers the words of the older men.

Time passes unnoticed within that place, hours perhaps, days? No one really knows.

But the warning that the lights go out in thirty minutes usually means that you should lie down and rest for the next event that the monsters who created this have planned for you all.

The first thing you notice when you arrive at the bed you share with Dae-ho, is that he is lying on his side with his back to you, which concerns you a little, since he never had his back to you when he would sleep.

Something is off.

“Dae-ho?” you call out his name in a gentle whisper, sitting down on the bunk and looking across the broadness of his back with worried eyes, “Are you okay?”

No response.

“Hey,” you try again gently, thinking that maybe he's not exactly having a good day, considering the current situation you're stuck in.

Dae-ho is feeling his chest heaving as he senses your hand laying on his shoulder, fingers delicately squeezing his flesh beneath the tracksuit jacket. 

And suddenly, he's cracking up.

“I'm trying to sleep” and yet, he replies to you curtly, without showing even the slightest sign of rolling over and wanting to actually look at you.

You admire his back with unconvinced eyes for a moment, lying down on the bed and resting your head on the pillow, your hand moving from his shoulder, down his back, across his shoulder blades, before dropping to the surface of the bed.

“You sound off.”

Dae-ho considers his options; whether to just keep talking to you in that oh-so-ungentlemanly way —which made him physically cringe—; whether to express everything he was feeling or just stay quiet and pretend to sleep.

In any case, he acts on impulse, rolling over so he can finally look at you, his eyes softening the instant they meet yours, his heart beating hard and fast, pounding in his ears.

“It's not good for you to associate with players outside our group,” he suddenly blurts out and sees how you just stare at him with further confusion washing over your pretty face, “It could be dangerous.”

“What do you mean?” you inquire, silently urging him to elaborate on his point. You are quick to notice how deadly serious his face is, his lips lightly pursed and his eyes solemn, a look that is unusual on him. You don't like to see him like that, like everyone there usually acted.

“Player 333,” he replies, jaw clenched, his eyes following you as you sat up again on the bed, looking down at him in sheer confusion, as if somehow, you aren't recognizing him, “I saw the way he was looking at you.”

He sounds... hurt? Disappointed?

“Lee Myung-gi” your face turns enlightened, finally understanding what he's referring to now.

Dae-ho deflects his gaze away from yours, slightly rolling his eyes. Whatever that idiot's name was...

“I was just talking to him. He saved me in the last game, Dae-ho,” you explain in an overly naive tone, a little smile curving the corner of your lips, “I went to thank him”

“But I am the one doing that, that's why I'm here. You didn't need him, you have me,” he retorts back to you instantly, your name being pronounced by his lips like a plea for mercy, gesturing to himself with his hand for emphasis on his words. Your brow furrows at the same time as his, your lips turning into a small pout, feeling like a scolded child, “I was going to save you anyway! You only need me, no one else...”

His voice fades the more he speaks, shaky hand brushing through his loose hair. And now you notice it, the betrayed and hurt expression on his face, his eyes hiding something more than friendliness, something much deeper and bigger.

He is jealous.

“Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?” you are questioning him, getting more comfortable on the mattress, your voice keeping low so as not to wake the others, but also firm on your side of the little argument. You had done nothing wrong, “He was just being a good companion—”

“He didn't seem to be performing the good companion role,” Dae-ho interrupts you, spitting out the words as if they were venomous, rising himself up to also sit on the bed and face you, gesticulating with his hands, his tone of voice is fueled by sarcasm and subtle irony now, “I didn't like the way he was looking at you... neither how you were touching him with your hand.”

He crosses his arms and resembles a sulky kid who's had his favorite toy taken away, but you're too pissed off to pause and laugh at him.

Instead, you roll your eyes, starting to unbutton your jacket, feeling too hot all of a sudden, Dae-ho's eyes follow your fingers as they pull down the zipper, “You're being overdramatic.”

"I'm not!" he gasps-whispers, expression offended, he genuinely does seem to be feeling betrayed by what you had done. He leans close to you, so close that you feel the natural warmth of his body, but you stand your ground, looking at him with baffled eyes, his gaze remains soft yet aching, “I'm just looking out for you.”

“You'd rather I touch your arm then?” you raise an eyebrow on your forehead, dropping the jacket by the bottom of the bed, holding his gaze, “Is that what this is all about?”

The effect of your words in instantaneous on Dae-ho, blushing and causing him to pull away from you rather abruptly, brushing his hand through his hair again like a maniac.

“Yes,” he replies with certainty, the word barging into his throat before he could even think of a reasonable response, so he shakes his head slightly, “I mean no— I mean yes—” he cuts himself off, flustered by your attentive gaze, “—that's not the point! The point is that you don't need to go to anyone else when you have me right here.”

He gulps hard, eagerly waiting for your reaction through desperate, sheepish eyes.

“I know,” you whisper, letting out a soft sigh from your mouth, switching to a more empathetic postur. Then you nod your head and stretch out a hand towards him, who wastes no second in reaching out to take it and pull it close to his chest, nuzzling your knuckles with his thumb, “But he just dragged me with him, I couldn't do much,” you offer him a small apologetic smile, “I know you would have saved me anyway, Dae-ho.”

“Of course,” he murmurs your name, bringing your hand to his mouth to press his lips onto your knucles, kissing your smooth skin, “You're not alone, you're with me. You are everything...”

Without saying anything, you move closer to him and hug him. Dae-ho is more than happy to reciprocate your embrace, wrapping his beefy arms around your waist and hiding his face in your neck, breathing in your sweet and comforting scent, the scent he so adores. You feel his warm breath against the sensitive skin of your neck and a shiver runs through you from head to toe.

One of your hands goes up to his head, caressing his hair, fingers sinking into his dark long locks, the soothing and so intimate touch making him sigh.

“You're jealous,” you murmur after a moment of comfortable, heart-warming silence, and he stiffens, his body freezing, you can feel the way his muscles tense against yours.

Dae-ho pulls away from you just a little, far enough to be able to look at you, offering you a sheepish little smile, his cheeks blushing from all the attention and touch and closeness, the way you're talking and looking at him has him breathless.

“Maybe a little,” his expression shifts to one of shame as he dares to confess, valiantly enough to hold your gaze, letting himself fall into the gentleness of your eyes, always so lively and playful, but as beautiful and sparkling as a pair of gemstones, with your long lashes brushing your cheekbones every time you blink.

His hands gently squeeze your waist, contouring your curves and fitting into them perfectly, as if crafted for him to touch and hold.

“You don't have to be jealous, sweets,” you assure him, like a promise, a complicity, leaning into him again.

Dae-ho swallows loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels your beautiful soft lips press down onto his throat, kissing his bouncing Adam's apple. He can feel himself in heaven, letting himself be swept up by the way you are treating him, the way your hands run down his body, passing down his chest until they stop at his midsection, just at the moment your tongue traces across his skin, making him hiss, feeling all the air being knocked out of his lungs.

“Fuck— ngh,” he whimpers, his whole body aching with heat, his heart pumping hot blood into his crotch, heartbeats matching up with each of your wet kisses on his neck.

His big hands wander over your waist, lightly caressing your lower back, fingers barely grazing the curve of your ass above the fabric of your tracksuit pants, clasping the flesh, pressing you helplessly against his body. His touch is needy, but nonetheless respectful, as gentlemanly as ever.

“Is this okay?” comically enough he's the one to ask as your mouth reaches his chin by a wet trail of soft kisses through his skin and he almost feels himself cumming into his boxers by the way you open your eyes to look up at him, pupils dilated in pleasure.

You sigh out a soft chuckle and your breath crashes against his half-open lips, needily breathing in your air, breathing you in. Your fingers fiddle with the edge of his jacket.

“You want this?”

It's stupid that you even had the mere thought of that question.

“Yes, please, baby— please,” Dae-ho rushes to answer, hands squeezing everything they could grab from you, desperately, “Can I kiss yo—”

Before he managed to formulate the question your lips are on his and from one second to the next he pulls you close to sit on his lap, making you feel his erection press against the underside of your thigh.

Frantically, between kisses, tongues recognizing each other and hands grasping what they can of the other, he helps you to remove his shirt, breaking away for just a moment to pull it over his head, looking at you with eyes darkened with desire.

He groans against your mouth as you kiss again, your teeth nibbling gently on his bottom lip.

“Shh...” you coo against his lips, pushing him down to make his back lay against the bed, “You don't want the others to hear, do you?”

A playful smile stretches at the corner of his lips, squeezing your butt once you leaned over him to begin kissing his chest, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, feeling the way your back arches.

“I wouldn't mind if 333 listens—”

“Dae-ho,” you name him disapprovingly, but your eyes are heavy with playfulness and longing.

He gazes adoringly up as you take off your shirt, eyes roaming down your neck, across your chest, down your stomach.

“You're so pretty, fuck— come here,” he tugs you closer to him to kiss you one more time, his hands detaching from your hips to lift his own, pulling down his pants and his now, wrecked boxers, clumsily sliding the waistband of the cloth down his thighs.

His dick springs free and it has you open-mouthed, staring down at it with eyes of raw longing and adoration. His mushroom-shaped, leaking, needy head bumps barely against his lower abdomen, lining up with his happy trail.

Dae-ho blushes under your gaze, one of his hands caresses your hip to attract your attention back to his face.

“Can you handle it, baby?” his tone of voice lowers sheepishly.

Your cunt pulsates around nothing from his words only and in less than ten seconds, you're stripping off your pants too, pulling your soaking wet panties aside. He can actually feel how wet you are when your pussy barely brushes against his bare crotch, he has to resist to keep from cumming right there.

“I can— fuck, yeah— I can handle it,” you babble tremblingly through gentle gasps as he reaches his cock, stroking it three times before he aligns it with your inviting hole, rubbing it slowly up and down your slit to scoop up all of your wetness, and use it as a natural lube.

Dae-ho bites down on his lower lip to muffle a moan that ascends his throat, feeling the head of his cock push up into the tight entrance of your pussy, plunging between your slick folds.

He leans his forehead flat against your chest, nestling right between your breasts, his whole body trembling from a riot of pleasure, muffling his moans and noises against your skin.

“Shit, y-you're— h-hah— you're so wet,” he raspes out into your bare skin, his lips slurring insults and name-calling you like a prayer, a poem through your sweaty skin, his tongue rolls out from between his parted lips, coating your skin with his drool. 

His hands are roaming over your hips, each digit digging into the fat of your ass, never applying weight, giving you all the time you needed to settle onto his size, yet his voice was desperate and eager with anticipation, “So tight— so pretty.”

Your lips are pressed against the crown of his head, breathing shakily as you begin to lower yourself into him achingly slow, drawing a gasp from both of you. Your palms squeeze his broad shoulders, suppressing the urge to cry out with every inch he is pushing his way inside you, your pussy fluttering and squishing him deeper.

“Yeah, just like that, that's it,” Dae-ho is praising you, pressing sloppy kisses all over your tits, fingers caressing your lower back while his other hand pats your ass appraisingly, “just a little more, baby, a little m-more and I'm all yours— I'm yours.”

His words really touch your very core, hand sliding up his neck to sink into his hair and pull it, making him hiss as he licks your nipple. Your pussy swallows another inch of him and you feel him in your fucking guts by now. He feels your squishy walls clench around him like a vice and he refuses to even think about the possibility of a life without feeling like this again.

“Dae-ho,” you whimper his name as the bulging tip of his cock reaches a particular spongy spot and instantly your whole body reacts as well.

“Mh-hm,” his lips lick and kiss your collarbone all the way up your neck and then he kisses your lips, “I'm here. I got you, I always got you,” his eyes finally lock with yours again and you nearly feel every single muscle and organ in your abdomen twitch when you notice tears being held back in them, all from the flood of pleasure and bliss your body is giving him.

He can feel himself in heaven, beneath you, his hips grinding up into yours as his cock is plunged so deep inside you.

Dae-ho kisses you again, intoxicated, a thread of spit remains connecting your mouths once you part.

A few more long seconds and you're all the way down sitting on him, his heavy, throbbing balls pressed flush against your ass. Your pussy envelops him thoroughly, molding into his shape as you breathe a deep sigh and Dae-ho breathes out as well when your nails dig into his shoulder blades.

“There you are, my baby, you're doing s-so good,” he croaks, fondling your backside affectionately, feeling your dampness dripping down his thighs, “Holy shit you feel good... I'm so deep—”

And when you start to move on top of him, he has to close his eyes, his sweaty palms pawing your ass, hopeless for your mercy. 

But you have no mercy, your pussy, your thighs, your fucking hips, the way you look down at him and ride him, giving him whiplash with every bounce. And he can swear he knows you from another life, from the way his cock forms a shape inside you, reaching parts within you that no one else has been capable of reaching before, as if your body was made for him— no, as if he was made to fit your body.

“My God—” he hiccups and you press your forehead against his, seeking his lips with yours to silence you both, pushing him down until he's lying flat on the mattress.

The bunk just barely creaks beneath the relentless sway of your hips slamming into his, ass bumping hard down on his thighs, taking him all the way down and up again, so deep that every time you bottom out you feel him in your fucking throat.

“You feel so good, baby,” you whine, looking down at him and all of his body is reacting to the petname.

You take in the gorgeous sight that is his face flushed with utter pleasure, eyes squinting, sweaty arms wrapping all around you and holding you impossibly close, his lower belly tensed and cramped.

He looks so pussy drunk, drinking and drinking in your body and essence, everything you provide. The tought makes you feel your insides flip, squeezing into a knot. And Dae-ho feels it too.

You bend down, lips falling onto his shoulder, trailing down to the tattoo on his side and when your tongue traces the black ink, exactly when his engorged tip brushes against your fucking cervix and your ass does a particularly powerful bounce on his thick thighs, he starts to feel his body twitching, reaching that exquisite release. He begins to cum, wracked by a rush of erotic bliss that has him seeing stars in the pitch-black.

His hips begin to meet yours in mid-between your wild bouncing and your pussy squelches around his cock, ready to take in all he has to give.

“I'm cumming— hah— b-baby, where—” he babbles through breathy hiccups and whimpers, his body is flushing, seeking your gaze with half-closed eyes, his chest gasping fast.

You kiss his tattoo one more time before answering him, having the nerve to smirk, as if you aren't jumping his bones, “Inside— mhm— fill me up, Dae-ho,” your eyes finally meet his and you squish his biceps, “please,” you beg him, with tears on your eyes.

“Holy shit— you don't have to convince me, love” he growls out hoarsely, and you have never hear him insult so much in such a short span of time. He kiss the corner of your lips messily, “I'm so fucking deep, you take it so well, baby— fuck.”

He chokes on his own voice and squeezes your hips until his palms are molded into your flesh. His tip touches that special squishy spot inside you again and you're cumming with him, both of you riding your own high, sinking into each other's bodies, souls becoming one. Straight into the core of the storm of pleasure.

His trembling fingers eventually loosen his grip on your ass, but his imprint stays right there, flushed. His cock softens deep inside you and you can feel it still spurting hot ropes up into your womb. Dae-ho whimpers flush against your mouth, gasping for breath. And you know you might as well die right there, tangled with his body.

Your head is empty, blurry with him and only him, your hips keep rolling on their own motion, slower. Your pussy squelches, full of him, the friction only makes him chant your name over and over in raspy whispers, like a hymn. Your orgasm is rough and strong, rocking your body like an earthquake. It makes you moan his name and he cuts you off, kissing you senselessly.

“Thank you, thank you...” he mumbles repeatedly against your mouth, hissing once you stop all movement on top of him. And he kisses you again, appreciatively, lovingly.

Dae-ho throws his head back on the bunk, trying to catch his breath, his hands drop to your thighs, always with a possessive hold, groping around for your ass, pressed down on his trembling thighs.

And it's ridiculous how absolutely majestic he looks there under you, in an afterglow that has him breathless, eyes narrowed and lost stare, gazing upwards as if he's suspended in paradise. His entire abdomen is sweaty and you hold back the urge to run your tongue across his cute little tummy, since your body is slowly beginning to give in to exhaustion, your legs wobbling.

You are satisfied with tracing your fingers along his sweaty skin, touching what were strong muscles, now softened under your thumbprints. Your hand makes an appreciative path up his pecs and he comes back to reality with the touch, looking up at you and patting your ass lightly, his gaze softening as he met your eyes amidst the darkness. The look of love.

“Don't do that, I'm about to get hard again,” he murmurs in a playful voice, a little sheepish smile growing on his lips. He is blushing, like he's not balls deep inside you, his cum leaking out of your cunt and trickling down your thighs.

You let out a sleepy chuckle, leaning down and snuggling close into his chest, his arms wrap around your shoulders and he tugs a blanket over the two of you.

“I had to take you on a date first,” Dae-ho blurts out suddenly, sounding more like he's talking to himself than to you, but you do manage to hear him, yet not really understanding what he's trying to say.

“What?” you ask curiously, still a little dizzy, fingers tracing light caresses on his chest, right where his heart is.

He clears his voice, bowing his chin so he can look down at you, gaze full pure love and adoration, his fingertips soothingly caressing your spine as he answers you in a hushed whisper, “I was supposed to take you on a date before.... all of this.”

You smile bashfully against his chest, looking up at him with big, soft eyes, “Well, we're not exactly in a position where having a date is doable, Dae-ho.”

But he is confident on the subject, fingers drawing little circles on the small of your back, “After we get out of this, I'll pick you up at your house and take you to the fanciest restaurant.”

You kiss him tenderly. 

And he smiles like he's actually in love.

“I'll be waiting for you in my best dress, then.”

[missdynamighttt]

watching porn with bf! katsuki bakugo will somehow turn into a bet to see who will give in first.

when you ask him if you could watch porn together, how could he say no to you, his girl? more so when you basically riled him up to convince him.

"bub, can we watch porn together?" you look at him, your legs resting in his lap as the both of you lounged on the couch.

katsuki's eyes widen at your directness, his jaw slightly dropping at your question. he scoffs out of disbelief, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"you're real damn blunt, pervert," he grins at your pout, stroking your thighs with firm, gentle squeezes.

"i'm not doing it for weird reasons! just.." you shrugged. "curious to see what happens, i guess? i dunno how to explain.."

he sighs, shaking his head. his hand reaches out to ruffle your hair with a grin. "you're lucky you're adorable. fuck it, why not?"

you grin, leaning closer to him, giving his cheek a kiss. "knew you'd come around. come to think of it, i bet you will jerk off to it first."

his eyes narrow at you and he scoffs. "that confident, huh?"

"with how hot you think i am and all? totally."

"like you don't think i'm hot too. wanna bet, sweets?"

"definitely. ground rules: don't touch yourself. and no touching each other. and i mean holding hands, hugs, and kisses. not just feeling each other up."

"tch, fine," katsuki scoffs. "no looking away to calm down. only when we talk. winner gets braggin' rights and loser lives with the eternal knowledge that the winner is better."

"fine," you scoff back. "you're gonna give in first, 'nyway. since you can’t go a single morning without pulling me into bed again."

katsuki's eyes narrow at you again, this time pouting at you with his cheeks flushed. "says the brat clingier than a damn koala after sex."

"oh, you're so on."

but little did you know, this would be harder than you thought.

you've set up your laptop on the coffee table across the couch, scrolling through the mediocre home page porn in incognito as you sit next to your boyfriend.

you were almost reluctant to continue but knowing him, he would definitely egg you on about being a coward. because one thing about your boyfriend, katsuki, was that he really wanted to win at everything.

"wanna watch?" you look at katsuki with a grin, the video on display captioned: "I hope the NEIGHBOURS were pleased with WHAT THEY SAW!", the preview of the video showing a couple standing by the window, fucking. it wasn't really your thing but you wanted to see how he'd react.

katsuki glances at the laptop before giving you a skeptical look, his tone firm. "fuck no."

"why not? whats wrong with it?"

"just.. no," he shakes his head, a sly grin slowly creeping onto his face as he looks at you. "one second. technically haven't started yet, yeah?"

he leans in, his lips meeting your cheek in a soft, quick kiss before pulling back. his fingers linger, stroking your cheek in a gentle, affectionate gesture. "just pick somethin' else, sweets."

you roll your eyes while wearing a fond grin. you're almost tempted to call him out on how affectionate he was but you didn't want him to stop. you couldn't help but find it endearing and cute.

but after awhile, you and katsuki realize pornhub's terrible acting and weird angles wasn't really working.

"no, too weird. it looks awkward. and fake."

"no, the guy is givin' me the ick. looks homeless."

"no, it looks.. painful. why is it so stretched?"

"no. wait, you're into that? i'm not opposed to it, i just think it looks weird when they do it. just sayin', if you wanna try it.."

so, you go on twitter, looking for porn accounts and already finding better alternatives.

finally, your eyes settle on a compilation of video captioned: "breeding selection 🖤" , the previews of the videos showing various faceless girls getting fucked sloppily and creampied by their partner.

this was it. it wasn't exactly your best plan but you were depedent on him getting turned on by the video and your mere presence to win the bet. and if anything turned him on, it would be the thought of breeding his pretty little girlfriend.

you glance at him from the side, taking in his relaxed demeanor as he leans back with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on the laptop as if there wasn't porn on the screen.

"this good with you, boyfie?"

he looks at you and fuck, you can practically feel the heat radiating from his gaze. his eyes rake over you, taking in every curve and contour of your body with a hungry look, like he's undressing you with his eyes, imagining what he'd do to you.

"mhm, 'ts fine."

you nod, going back to the laptop to play the video, stupidly thinking: there was no way he'd be able to play dirty, especially when he can't touch you. but no.

the video plays, only a few seconds showing the girl's rear. the guy squeezes her ass, the cum dripping out of her pussy and in between her swollen folds, down to her thighs as he plays with her ass.

and you know what katsuki does? this man talks you through it, saying the most filthy, lewd shit with a cheeky grin. this man plays dirty by talking dirty.

"goddamn. see the cum, just drippin' out of her? bet you want me fill you up real bad now, don't you? wanna recreate that with me, sweets?"

your thighs clench involuntarily, your body betraying your inner desire. you stare back at him with a glare, feeling a familiar ache settle between your legs. "we do that on a daily basis, katsuki."

"'m just sayin'," katsuki grins, thinking: perfect. you're getting horny. "the idea of pumpin' you full, watchin' my cum drip out of you.."

he was just so desperate to see you rub your clit silly so that he can do it too without admitting defeat. his dick was huge but his pride could compete.

you clear your throat, glaring at his cheeky grin before quickly playing the next video. it's longer, around 8 minutes. it has a better angle, showing the guy's dick disappearing in and out of the girl's pussy, her doughy ass hitting his abdomen. he slams into her as she moans softly around his cock, sticky from their shared slick.

you feel hot and tight in your own skin, your throat going dry. you felt your sore nipples harden as you painfully clench down on nothing, tempted to just subtly grind against the couch for a second. fuck. it hasn't even been 5 minutes yet you were so, so wet.

your boyfriend noticed. and he certainly wasn't of any help.

"shit," katsuki leans down close enough to whisper in your ear, his breath hitting your skin, but far away enough so that he wasn't touching you. "you wet already, sweets?"

"i'm not. shut up and watch the damn porn."

"aww, don't be like that. look at my pants, baby, c'mon."

you bite your bottom lip before your eyes reluctantly dart down to his pants. fuck. his boner was so fucking obvious, it didn't help that he was wearing grey sweats. you were already picturing him naked, imagining how your cunny would look like taking in his dick.

"see? i'm so fuckin' hard for you, baby, it hurts," he sighs, looking at the tent in his pants before whispering in your ear. "don't you wanna take care of me, hm?"

a small sigh escapes your lips as you try to steady your breathing, your eyes darting everywhere but at katsuki. your thoughts consumed by the sight of him, despite your attempts to remain composed.

"you're mean," you huff.

"baby, c'mon. i'll take real good care of you, i promise," he grins at you. "just gotta touch me, yeah?"

you pout again before your eyes return to the screen, thinking your only solution was to ignore him.

although, it wasn't any help as you watched the cum drip out of the girl's pussy before he fucks it back into her, when you wanted nothing more than for him to do the same to you.

he put some distance, and you thought: okay. some time to calm yourself down. but just when you thought katsuki couldn't outdo himself, you hear the ruffling of pants, looking down to see him stripping himself of his clothes.

you look up at him as you feel your face get hot from embarrassment. "hey, what are yo-"

"hm?" he looks back at you, blinking innocently. he throws his clothes unceremoniously somewhere, leaving him in only his boxers as he holds his hands up in surrender. "what? it's hot, sweets. this doesn't count 'nyway, right? besides, 'm not touchin' anythin'."

you huff, pouting at him with a glare, trying not to admire his muscles. that's the game he wanted to play? you glanced down again, a clear fucking mistake. you almost felt drool down your chin as you admired his body, tempted to take his boxers off and just go wild—

you swallowed, looking back up at him. you get an idea. if you can't beat them, then... "you wanna play that game? fine."

you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head, revealing your bare skin to his eyes. tossing the shirt aside, you slowly tug down on your shorts, sliding them down your legs until you're left standing in just your bra and panties.

katsuki's jaw tightens and his muscles tense the moment you started undressing. he clenched his fists, the effort it takes him not to pounce on you was almost physically painful. he takes in the sight of your nearly naked body, his mouth going dry at the sight of you in your bra and panties.

the porn playing on the laptop is long forgotten as he stares at you. because fuck porn when he has such a gorgeous girl right in front of him. his girl.

"the hell are you doin'?" his voice is strained, getting the courage to look away with flushed cheeks. his eyes dart back to the screen, focusing with his arms crossed.

"hm?" you look up at him, blinking innocently like he did. you put your clothes away somewhere and held your hands up in surrender, like he did. "relax. its hot for me too. besides, doesn't count, right?"

"damn it. doesn't count but it's damn well torture."

"what's stopping you from fucking me, hm?"

"you know damn well whats stoppin' me. quit testin' me or i swear to god, i'm gonna fuck you so hard after this."

you laugh, trying to ignore the ache in between your legs as a cheeky smile plays on your lips. "'m just saying. i bet it'd feel really good, y'know. having you inside of me..."

his teeth clench at your words, his hands clenching into fists to keep himself in check. "goddamn it. baby, you're killin' me here."

"bub... all you gotta do is touch me and i can make the pain go away."

"sweets... why are you torturing me?" he groans, his hands clenching onto the couch as he glares at you.

"i want you. fuck, i need you. damn it, you've seen how fuckin' hard i am. so why are you makin' me wait, hm?" his voice is low, almost whining about how much he craves you. how needy he is to be inside you.

"i wanna win too," you bite your bottom lip, almost tempted to fold.

"fuck," he grits out, his eyes closing briefly as he runs his hand through his hair. he looks at you again, his gaze filled with frustration and need. "sweetheart.. you're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

a sly smile spreads across your lips as you lean in closer to him, just close enough that your breath tickles his skin, but not touching him. you were getting there. on top of him not making eye contact, you could've sworn his boner twitched.

"i know. but... please take care of me, katsuki," you whispered, hearing his breath hitch as yours fans across his skin. "i know you wanna."

his eyes darken as he looks down at you, his resolve almost wavering. "oh, i do. i really do, sweets."

that's the last thing you hear before katsuki is finally on you, his movements quick and urgent as he slams his lips onto yours. he kisses you like he's starving, his lips hot and angry against yours, desperate to have his fill of you but take out his frustration on you too.

katsuki pulls away, glaring at you before helping you out of your soaked panties as you help him out of his boxers, his hard cock springing out and stood at his abdomen.

"wanna take care of me that badly, huh?" you grin, reaching for his cock, stroking it up as you thumb his throbbing tip leaking with pre.

his breath hitches, hissing before he reaches down your folds and rubs your swollen clit, your soft moans echoing in his ears. "shut the fuck up. you won't even be able to think, after i'm done with you."

katsuki grunts, aligning himself inside of you, gasping at the softness of your wet, velvet walls. and as he thrusts his cock into your dumb little cunny, he recreates exactly what happened in those videos.

"whats the matter?" he taunts in your ear as he folds your legs near your shoulders, fucking you into mating press. his body covers yours completely, you can feel his weight pressing down on you. "you fuckin' wanted this, right?"

"a-ah, i do..." you gasped, sore nipples feeling the skin of his pecs. "you're just.. mad i won.."

"hah? you callin' me a sore loser?"

"if— oh... if the condom... fits."

suddenly, you squealed from the sudden thrust, whimpering as he slams his cock deeper inside of you, almost kissing your cervix as you feel his balls slapping against your folds.

"won't fuckin' fit 'nyway cause i'm fuckin' you raw— shit," he gasps, desperately rutting himself into you, chasing your release and his. "feels so fuckin' tight, sweets, holy shit..."

"katsukiii," you moaned his name, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he fucks you dumb. "i-i can't, anymore, please—"

"shhh, you can take it," he huffs before leaning down to give you an affectionate, reassuring kiss. his lips soft and gentle against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck.

he draws back from the kiss, his lips leaving yours with a soft, wet pop. "you can take it, can't you, baby?"

you whine and squirm against him, a desperate, needy sound leaving your lips. you nod, the words failing you in that moment, silently begging him to keep going, to give you more of the pleasure that you need. he smiles at you, leaning down quickly to give your cheek a kiss.

"atta girl," he murmured with pride, kissing down your jawline. his mouth is hot against your skin as he peppers your collar bones and chest with open-mouthed kisses. "that's my girl."

"k-katsuki," you pant, your hips rolling against his as your body begs for the sweet, sweet release that only he can give you. "m-m' gonna.. c-cum.."

"yeah? you gonna cum for me?" he groaned. he wants to see you lose yourself in pleasure. he craves to be the one to bring you to your high. "you wanna cum for me, pretty girl?"

"please," you whimper, your voice shaky and needy as your eyes meet his pleadingly. "please, yeah, m' gonna cum for you, please just—"

your words cut off as you let out a soft cry, your head tilting back further into the couch as your body trembles with the need to let go, to give in to the pleasure that's threatening to overwhelm you.

"cum for me, sweets," he grunts, his hips rocking against yours. "show me how much you like it when i fuck you like this, c'mon."

and that's all it takes— clenching down on him and burying himself inside of you—and you're both gone.

your body tenses, a gasp of pleasure escaping your lips as you feel him cum inside of you, bodies shaking with the force of your release and his. your hips press against his as he relaxes into you, your nails digging onto his (glorious) back.

katsuki pants, taking a moment to admire you. the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, teetering on the edge from your high as you cling to him. like a koala.

"you did so good, sweets," katsuki murmured. he steadies himself beneath you and pulls his cock out, pressing the tip against your folds, waiting for the moment of his dreams. he almost has hearts in his eyes when he watches the cum drip out of you, going down his tip as he pushes it inside you again. "so damn good."

"i asked if you wanted to recreate those videos," he grins when he hears you gasp, feeling the tip of his cock rub your folds, squirming against him as you bit your lip. "i'll make sure i get all the details right by breeding the shit out of you."

and as the night wares on, you both collapse onto the couch, panting and exhausted, a tangle of limbs wrapped around each other, cuddled up close after having the most mind-numbing sex.

"so.." you look up at him with a lazy smile, laying your head on his chest. "loser lives with the eternal knowledge the winner is better, huh?"

he groaned, closing his eyes for a minute before staring at you as he runs his fingers through your hair. "sweets... you're real fuckin' lucky i love you. otherwise, i really would've went above and beyond and made sure i knocked you up."

"i wouldn't be opposed to that."

katsuki narrows his eyes at you, his fingers flicking your forehead. "don't tempt me, brat."

you rub your forehead with a pout, sticking your tongue out at him. "so mean."

he scoffs, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, gently but firmly pulling your hand away, hovering his lips to where he flicked earlier to give your forehead a soft kiss. "get some sleep, sweetheart."

"fine. i love you too, bub. goodnight."

"tch. love you more, dummy."

and honestly? katsuki doesn't need porn to get his dick hard. not when he has you. his personal porn star, his gorgeous girlfriend, and of course— his favorite person.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ inspired by my ex 🧍🏻‍♀️ hope this was to your liking and i hope you enjoyed, i apologize if it seems too.. lewd? nyways, i'll start working on these requests and the older brother's best friend/ best friend's older brother trope with katsuki (i cannot choose), comment if you wanna be tagged 💜💜

[luveline]

Hi Jade! (I’ve sent this before so ignore if you aren’t into it) just thinking about a bau!reader (maybe shy!reader??) who’s dating post-prison Spencer but didn’t know him before prison and she sees some footage of season one Spencer (maybe they need to refer to a recording of a previous case?) and she’s just dying at how cute he is 🥹

You’ve barely woken up with your face in a solid shoulder when Spencer’s turning around.

“Don’t,” he says when you whine, slipping a familiar hand over your hip. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Too early to make fun of me.” 

“Do you think I’m making fun of you?” 

His talking warms your nose where his head is angled down. Your skin smarts with goosebumps as he trails his hand lightly up your back, down again, the slowest, tumbling touch. You shiver, and Spencer, ever so slightly devious in love, says, “Oh, you’re cold?” with great pity as he pulls you closer. 

You rub your face against his shoulder. “Sorry.” 

“Why?”

“I smell.” 

He hums. “Sort of. Not like sweat, though. You smell like sleep.” His lips touch your cheek.

He lets you ‘warm up’ in his arms for a few minutes, then however long you doze for, lost and too comfortable to bother even trying to wake up properly. Your phone pings a couple of times after it comes out of sleep mode, a sure sign you’ve overslept, but Spencer doesn’t make you move until your stomach growls. 

“Come on,” he says, kissing your nose and slipping you back onto your side of the bed. “I’ll make breakfast.” 

“It’s nearly twelve.” 

“You just woke up, and it’s the first thing you’re gonna eat. You are breaking your fast. Breakfast.” He looks pretty even through achy, tired eyes, all the sleep crusted in your lashes no match for Spencer Reid. How you went so long without knowing him is a mystery. 

You get up only because he told you to and because he looked quite lovely when he did it, not because you want to. The bed is warm, that pit of his arms calling your name, but Spencer’s already rolling out of bed with an eager hand scratching through his hair. Sweat has made them tight and a little darker in the back. You’ll both have to shower at some point, preferably after he’s made you breakfast in bed. 

He can see your expectations on your face, and he laughs as he pulls a t-shirt on over his head. “Get up! I’m not bringing it up here, do you know how badly your sleep cycle is affected when you start doing the wrong things in bed?” 

“What counts as the wrong thing?” 

Spencer laughs again, softer now, and for a moment he traces your face with his eyes without speaking. “Fine,” he says, waving a hand at you as he makes for the bedroom door, “stay there. But only ‘cos you look so pretty!” 

“Thank you!” you call back. 

This time with Spencer isn’t enough. You need ten more years of this, thirty, fifty, you need to wake up in his arms and have him touch you and tickle your cheek with his breath. He’s too far to have him come back, so you resign to hugging him when he returns. 

Your phone pings again, drawing your attention finally. The first notification is a reminder to buy toothpaste today at the grocery store. The second is a text from a friend, the third an email. It’s one from last night that piques your interest, another friend, full capital letters: HELP. 

Her use of a laughing emoji defers any urgency. You click on the text thread and scroll up, puzzled by her previous messages, a link, and a caption: oh my god he was so dorky??? 

You open the video and feel your breath catch in surprise. 

Is that Spencer?

You're not stupid, you’ve seen photos of him and his friends together dotted around the apartment from over the years, and every time you come across that photo of him and Diana at a spelling bee with his huge black-framed glasses you have to laugh, but it’s different seeing him to hearing him. 

He’s so nervous. You can’t understand what it is he’s saying, something about mathematical components to profiling criminals. Jason Gideon stands in the background watching him closely. 

“There’s actually a good joke that–”

“Spencer,” Gideon reprimands. 

You watch in awe as Spencer stammers an apology, his cheeks a little pink. You’ve seen Spencer blush, but this feels different. He looks so young. His hair is straight as a pin. 

“Spencer, did you used to straighten your hair?” you call, hoping he can hear you over the sound of a frying pan popping in the kitchen. “Or do you have a perm now, or what?” 

“What!” 

“I’m confused on the logistics of your hair!” You feel something weird in your chest as on screen Spencer tucks a stray strand of hair behind his ear. It’s a mixture of wanting to eat him and wanting to reach through the screen to stroke his cheek with your thumb. 

Spencer treks back into the bedroom with his pink and white pinstripe apron over his shirt and sweatpants. He smells like cinnamon sugar already. “What are you talking about?” 

“My friend found a video of you and Jason at one of those lectures you did.” 

Spencer presses his lips together. For a moment, he doesn’t speak. “I didn’t do any lectures.”

“Uh, yes you did, liar, and you looked so cute.” You turn your phone to him. “So sweet.” 

He marches to the bed. Before you can stop him, he’s taking the phone from your hand, giving you the world's silliest, tiniest shove when you try to get it back. 

“Cruel,” you quip. 

Spencer stares at the phone screen, then you, “Sorry,” he says, turning pink, “I don’t know why I did that, just– I just–” He frowns deeply. “Can you stop smiling like that?” 

You climb onto your knees, a morning disaster, but when you wrap your arms around Spencer’s waist he looks at you like you’re perfect. His eyes soften, brows relaxing, his irises like dark dimes that slowly dilate as he looks you over. Your phone presses into your back, his arm wrapping around you. 

“You were adorable,” you say sincerely. 

“Not anymore?” 

You rub your cheek against his apron. “No, you still are. Let me watch the video again.” 

“Not a chance.” 

[f1lovr]

WE GOT A HUGGER! | LN4

note: i am such a softie for this gif bro, thank you for your service to whoever made it.

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: in which your boyfriend loves hugs

warnings: none, tooth rotting fluff

if there was one thing that you didn't expect from lando when you started dating, it was his love for hugs.

lando's love for hugs wasn't something that was necessarily noticeable. no definitely not noticeable unless you were his girlfriend, who noticed he was a hugger to an abnormal amount.

not that you were complaining though.

you thought oscar was the supposed koala since he was australian but it was lando who was actually the clinger.

you didn't even know when it started, not until one day you had hugged him hello and he had hugged you a little tighter than normal. his hands splayed across your back, head resting on your shoulder, holding you a little longer than normal.

"are you trying to suffocate me norris?" you asked playfully. he only smirked though, moving to tuck his face into your neck like it was the most natural thing in the world for him, like he wasn't just holding you and not letting go.

and that's when you started noticing it. your boyfriend loved hugs a lot more than he had been letting on.

he had stopped hiding it eventually, even going as far to open his arms for you when he saw you, a silent invitation, and once you were in his embrace it was like he could breathe again.

then, you figured out that with each instance, for him there was always a reason to hug you, always a reason to have his arms around you. and from that you slowly started discovering the different types of lando norris hugs.

there was his 'i missed you' hugs.

these typically came in the late hours of the night, after lando gets in from his flight from long race weekends. you typically would have tried to stay up for him only for sleep to take you every single time.

and every single time lando would find you in bed, curled up and waiting for him. and every single time he dropped his bags on the floor of the bedroom you'd stir a bit, just enough that you could feel the way he would immediately climb into bed, his arms finding their way around you, pulling you against him so that you were flush with the rest of his body.

"lan, you're freezing," you'd giggle quietly.

"the plane was cold," he'd murmur into your shoulder, pressing soft kisses to it, followed by a soft and quiet, "missed you."

these types of hugs were all consuming, like in order to breathe properly every part of you needed to be close to him.

then there was the 'you're here and that's enough' hugs.

these were his lazy day hugs. his 'i'm content just where i am' hug.

typically it would look like you curled up on the couch, a book in your hand with a blanket tossed over your legs. lando would wander out from somewhere, looking completely and utterly content.

he wouldn't say a word, just move to sit down beside you, pulling you into his side. he'd exhale, almost as if you just being there filled an emptiness that had been sitting all day.

"everything okay? what's this for?" you'd ask looking up at him.

he would always shrug, his lips quirking into a lazy smile, "no reason, just like being with you," he'd say.

and so you'd sit, your head tucked into the space just under his chin, his arms tightening around you, just the two of you together.

there was also his 'i'm tired' hugs.

these hugs didn't even necessarily consist of just when he was physically tired. these hugs typically happened when the world felt heavier than normal on his shoulders.

he wouldn't ask for them. but the way he would walk, with his shoulders slumped and tired eyes, his hood pulled over his head like it could protect him from something, you would always automatically know.

you never needed to ask. instead you would just stand up, walking over to where he was and opening your arms for him.

he would step right into them, silent. his arms would find their way winding around your waist, like you were the only thing keeping him grounded to earth. his head would bury itself in your chest.

no words. no explanations. only the beating of your heart against his.

your hand would rub his back as you asked softly, "bad day?"

he wouldn't say anything in return, only nodding his head in return, but that was enough for him, enough for you.

you didn't need to fix him, he didn't want you to, you didn't want to. you only needed to hold him until whatever it was hurt a little less.

your personal favorite would always be his 'everything will be okay' hugs though.

these were never for a good reason. they were always when your world was crashing. your hard days where work would go for too long, or something would happen that stressed you out more than normal, everything eating away at you like you were some buffet.

you would put on a smile but lando would always see right through it.

you were always one step in the door when he was there, his hand catching the bag that you would drop onto the floor before it was able to make too loud of a noise or accidentally knock something over, his arms immediately wrapping around you without another word.

and you would break. your face would smush into his chest, your breathing unstable as you sobbed. he never asked. he never needed to.

his hands would run over your back, soothing you as you cried. he would always speak to you in a soft voice, one that was barely there, one that grounded you.

"i've got you. just breathe. you're okay. i'm here."

while the reasons were never good, they were always your favorite, because lando would always be home for you.

your boyfriend was a clinger, there was no questioning it. whether it be the random ones where you would be cooking breakfast in the kitchen and he'd give you a back hug out of nowhere, or where he'd physically demand for one from you.

you were stood doing laundry, just sorting the socks, not doing anything necessarily glamorous, lando leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

he wasn't saying anything, but he had that look on his face. his eyes soft, mouth just barely smiling.

"what?" you asked, your head tilting as you looking at him.

his arms opened, "come here."

you stopped what you were doing, dropping the socks you were sorting and made your way straight into his chest, his arms folding you into him, the only place you were meant to be. your ear pressed against his chest listening to his heartbeat as his fingers drew little, lazy shapes across your back.

"why do you like hugs so much," you asked tilting your head up so your chin was resting on his chest as you looked him.

he only shrugged, "i don't know, everything just feels like it's okay when i'm holding you."

"you're ridiculous," you'd giggle, your voice muffling as you bury your face into his chest again.

"and yet you still come running," he would say with a grin.

and that was lando.

he didn't just like hugs, he needed them. not as some sort of weakness, just reminding him of the different people and the places that grounded him onto earth.

nothing could compare to your arms around him, you in his arms. not the podiums or the wins, or the sensation of driving.

all because you were the safest place for him.

and to you? being loved by him like that, his arms always finding their way around you, it was everything you could ask for and what you never knew you needed.