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lustfulslxt · 1 year ago

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Sweet Nothings - Matt Sturniolo

summary : as matt’s girlfriend, you feel very insecure being plus size. he assures you he loves every bit of you.

warnings : insecurities and sex.

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Matt and I had been out at some pool party for a few hours, and quite frankly, I was beyond ready to go. I’m not really a people’s person, much less when I’m surrounded by people who make me feel self conscious.

Being bigger, I’ve always struggled with loving myself. And sometimes I do well with it, but then there’s times like these; when everybody surrounding us is small and beautiful, and I can feel their judgmental stares.

Sometimes, I wonder if Matt sees it too. Surely, he does. He could be with literally anybody he wanted, why would he settle for me?

“What’s the matter, princess?” His voice cuts me from my thoughts.

I turn my head, only to be met with his concerned face staring down at me. I give him a slight smile and shake my head a bit, causing him to wrap his arm around me.

“Do you want to leave? Say the word and we’re gone.”

I pondered for a moment, before ultimately nodding, “Please.”

He brings me in closer, hooking his arm around my shoulders and planting a kiss on my temple. With that, we were finally exiting the party.

Upon making it to his car, he opens the door for me. Once I get in, he stands there looking at me with a thoughtful expression on his face.

“What?” I ask him, feeling a little self conscious at the moment.

“You know, you might not want to talk to me, and that’s fine, I won’t force you to. But if you change your mind, just know that I’m here for you. Whatever it may be, I’m always here.” He says, staring me into my eyes.

My lips grow into a smile as butterflies dance in my stomach. I lean forward and plant a soft and gentle kiss on his lips, which he passionately returns.

“Thank you.” I whisper.

He gives me another small kiss and a slight nod, then makes his way over to the driver side of the car. He gets in and we’re on our way.

Throughout the whole ride, I couldn’t help but let my thoughts wonder again. I couldn’t shake my insecurities this time, and it was forming an uncomfortable pit at the bottom of my stomach. I think Matt could sense I was anxious, because he reached over and placed his hand on my thigh, rubbing circles into it.

I truly love this man. He’s everything to me. He’s so funny, so kind, so caring, so charming, so pretty. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was the same for him.

“What on your mind, princess?” Matt asks, sparing me a quick glance.

A frown immediately made its way to my face. I wanted to talk to him about this, but I was also scared. I didn’t want to feel stupid, and I really didn’t want to humiliate myself.

Sighing, I ask, “Are you attracted to me?”

Chuckles continuously fell from his mouth, him supposedly finding my question very amusing. Once he took in my serious expression, his face fell.

“What? Are you serious?” He asks, bewildered. “Of course, I find you attractive. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

He frowns, “No! Why? You are perfect to me. Where is this coming from?”

I looked away from him, avoiding his gaze. I could feel a lump forming in my throat and I hate that I just want to cry. I’m always so sensitive sometimes, I just can’t help it.

“I don’t know. Sometimes, I just think.. Like, maybe, you’d rather be with someone else. Someone prettier… Smaller.”

Realization dawned on him, having known about my struggles with myself. He’s always been supportive, caring, and encouraging. It’s just hard to love yourself sometimes.

He doesn’t say a thing, only pulls into a vacant parking lot on the side of the road. Once he’s parked, he stops and stares at me, again, not saying anything.

I began to feel a little nervous under his stare, fidgeting in my seat. Just as I’m about to open my mouth to say something, he swiftly lifts me up and places me on his lap. My cheeks heat up and I immediately try to lighten my weight for him. However, he notices and pulls me back down against him.

“You are beautiful.” He says, giving me a kiss. “You are amazing. You are phenomenal. You are perfect. I’m in love with you and everything about you.”

As he’s talking, his lips are going from my own to around my face and neck. His hands are grabbing all over me, hugging me and pulling me flush against him. I could feel him growing underneath me, and it only made my cheeks turn darker.

"I don't want some scrawny little girl, I want you. You may not like yourself, but I'm going to do everything I can to teach how to love yourself as much as I do. You’re perfect to me, princess.” He tells me, nothing but genuine love and adoration in his eyes.

I can't help but ask, "Why are you so nice?"

"I'm not nice. I'm honest, and you're deserving of it."

I only give him a small smile, then capture his lips in mine. His hands run from my waist, down to my thighs and around to cup my ass. My hands hooked around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

After just a moment of kissing, Matt pulls away. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

As he asks that, he repositions me, so I was now sitting on his full erection. His hard on was directly beneath my core, poking up into me through my shorts, the pressure feeling good on my clit.

"Let me show you." He speaks again, his mouth meeting my neck once more.

My head tilted to the side, giving him more access as he licked and nibbled on my skin. His hands continued to knead my ass, softly grinding me against his groin, soft whimpers leaving my mouth.

"You're so beautiful, baby. Even just the sound of you makes me want to cum." He whispers into my ear, goosebumps spreading across my skin.

"I love you." I whisper back, taking his lips in mine.

It was a sweet yet passionate kiss. We moved perfectly in sync, becoming one with each other. It was like we put every unsaid emotion and feeling into it, figuratively speaking through tongues. I was telling him he was everything and more to me. He was telling me he does and always will love everything about me.

Once we pulled away to catch our breath, he cupped the side of my face with his hand. I leaned into it as he stared into my eyes, both of us taking in each other's features. He leaned forward and placed another gentle kiss on my lips.

"Can I take this off?" He questions me, grabbing the hem of my shirt.

Instead of answering, I just swiftly pulled it over my head and tossed it onto my seat. Out of habit, I covered my stomach with my arms, already feeling a bit self-conscious.

With a frown on his face, he softly grabbed my wrists and pulled them away from me, revealing my stomach. His hands grabbed at my bare skin, fondling me sweetly. He slightly tossed his head back, groaning as he grinded me against him again. Looking back up, his arms reached around my bikini top and tugged the strings, untying them and letting it fall in between us.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He says, his hands cupping each boob and squeezing them.

My hands reached the bottom of his shirt, tugging at it so he could take it off. He does, then immediately pulls me against him, our warm skin flushing together. He places his left hand on my hip, his right hand going behind my head and bringing me closer.

"I wanna make love to you.” He whispers, his voice husky yet soft.

I couldn’t help the heat that spread across my cheeks, my stomach twisting and my core throbbing. Hearing him say that lit a fire in me that only he could put out.

I slightly lifted off of him as he scooted the seat back, and removed my bottoms after struggling a bit from the awkward position. We couldn’t help but laugh with one another, amused from our predicament. As I was adjusting myself, Matt pulled his swim trunks down to his knees, revealing his throbbing cock.

Once we both got settled, his dick was right under my pussy, begging to enter. Matt connects his lips with mine, and one of his hands finds it’s way between my legs while the other goes back and forth from teasing each nipple. His slender fingers poke and prod at my slit, slicking them with my arousal.

“Mm, so wet for me, princess.” He groans, tossing his head back.

“Feels good, baby.” I moaned back.

He slightly lifts me up and lines himself up with my entrance, letting me sink down on him as he rubs my clit with his thumb. Soft whimpers and moans leaving both of our moans at the feeling of each other.

One of his hands wraps itself in my hair, bringing my face closer to his so he could leave a trail of wet kisses down my jaw and neck. His other hand was rubbing up and down my back, before both of them ultimately landed on my ass as he helped me grind against him.

My hands hooked around his neck, my mouth meeting his as he guided me on his dick. Our tongues worked together, exploring each other so deliciously. I was in heaven right now, and from his heavy breathing and slight moans, so was he.

“You feel so good. I love you so fucking much.” He moans into my ear.

He held me so tightly, pulling my body impossibly closer as he thrusted up into me, soft and hard. I couldn’t help the lewd moans that poured out of me, feeling nothing but euphoric. He was fucking me so good, but it felt different than usual.

His hands continued to roam my body, grabbing at every roll and crevice, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. Seeing him indulge in my entire being made me feel so good about myself.

“I swear to god, I love every single thing about you. I could spend the rest of my life like this.” He says, his voice strained from pleasure.

“I love you so much, Matthew.” I moan out, clenching around him.

I could feel him twitching inside of me, indicating he was close. Our bodies were hot, glistening with sweat as we made love. The sounds of our heavy breathing and moans filling the atmosphere. It was all so sexy, I couldn’t help but feel even more turned on. And the fact that Matt was truly showing me he loved every part of me, made it a million times better.

“You’re so good to me, princess.” He moans out.

My face scrunches in pleasure, his praising sending me over the edge as I convulsed above him. My legs were shaking as I fell into him, my orgasm pushing through as I climaxed with a loud pornographic moan.

My finishing pushed Matt to his, his stomach tightening as his hips sputtered. He released his hot load into me, still continuing to push it deeper, filling me up. His voice cracked as he let out a string of moans, his forehead falling to my shoulder.

“Fuck. That was so good.” I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

“I just wanted to show you that I love you. All of you.” He tells me, his hands once again grabbing at every part of me.

“I love you so much, baby.” I respond, pulling him into me.

He peppered kisses all over my damp skin, from my shoulders, up my neck, and to my cheeks.

“Mine forever.”

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a/n : yuhh, mid :( i just need some matt love idkidk. enjoy, send requests 🫶🏼 not proofread btw

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lollytea · 2 years ago

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how do think willow and hunter first talked about them being bi/pan? or do you think it's just so accepted on the boiling isles that they probably would never bring it up?

(This ask is from back when we got the bi/pan confirmation and I've been saving it, kinda thinking of putting effort into writing something cute and good quality. However I ended up waking up from a nap while the Q&A was happening and somebody told my confused disoriented ass that Zeno was talking about Hunter exploring his identity and going on dates while in the human realm. And I tapped out something very messy and stream of consciousness-y in my notes app in my sleepy state. So you're getting this instead. I don't feel like cleaning it up.)

Like like like it's. Luz putting together her little coming out slideshow for Camila. And the topic of sexualities comes up. And Amity and Willow puzzle out what theirs are nearly immediately. Gus doesn't but he's unfazed by it. While Hunter is like....I...can't say for certain and its bothering me. Like this is a THING that has a chance of helping him feel like more of a person. He wants his very own flag. He just doesn't know what it is yet. He'd like to know.

He likes Willow. He knows he likes Willow. But...there isn't a flag for liking Willow. (As far as he knows. He's thinking of making one. But for now he's stumped.)

There's a very specific route the kids take to the grocery store to collect stuff for Camila. Hunter likes to take the task because he likes feeling useful. Willow also likes to help but she'd be lying if she said another reason wasn't long walks with Hunter. Usually one of the other kids tags along too. Or more than one. But today it's just Hunter and Willow.

They always pass that damn statue but Hunter always averts his eyes and hopes Willow does too. He doesn't like to look at it. But maybe if he turned his gaze towards it every once in a while he'd notice the boy who always sits beneath the statue with a little handheld game console. The boy who always lifts his head when Hunter strolls by.

This is the day when the boy chooses to be brave. There's no gaggle of friends around him today. Just one girl. This is it. This is his chance. The boy marches up to Hunter and Willow in a way that Hunter immediately clocks as similar to his own Golden Guard body language. When he was trying to feel big but failing miserably.

The boy IS big tho. That's the weird thing. Tall with broad shoulders and chunky arms. A cluster of metal pierced into his left ear and a silver stud in his nose. He looks....so cool. So very very cool. Hunter misses the first words out of this dude's mouth cuz he was too busy looking at him and he needs to repeat himself.

So. Hm. Okay. Well. APPARENTLY. Piercings boy thinks Hunter is cute. Which is a staggering revelation that leaves Hunter a little speechless. And if that weren't surprising enough, he's now pushing a little piece of paper in Hunter's direction, babbling something about talking some time. Or maybe going out, whatever.

While all this is going down Willow just.....watches. Smiling. Nudging Hunter when it's his turn to speak and he's forgotten. It's cute. He gets like that with her sometimes too. It made her feel very cool and pretty that she made such a handsome boy nervous. But now....she's watching this little interaction play out and she's realizing....

Hunter's obvious little crush on her. Just how easy would it go away if he met somebody cooler. Somebody prettier. Somebody who's not clearly living a lie and hiding everything from everyone all the time. Somebody brave enough to actually ask him out.

It seems like just as she's getting comfortable in these kinds of situations, an Amity always sweeps in. And that's fine. She's used to it by now.

And also...she....she really cares about Hunter. He's been getting so much happier and experimental in the Human Realm. She wants him to try new things. She wants him to figure out who he really is. And....maybe that version of himself won't always have a little crush on Willow Park. Maybe he'll realize that there's better people out there. And that's okay. Whatever it takes for him to smile.

There's something very ugly writhing in her stomach and Willow pretends it's not there. Instead she yanks up her smile wider and as the mystery boy strides away, she pounces on Hunter. She teases him a little, she asks why he got so very shy. Is it because he liiiiiiiikes Mr Mystery Boy huh? And Hunter doesn't know what to say. He doesn't KNOW Mr Mystery Boy. Willow counters that's what the number is for. That's what dates are for. After a long back-and-forth discussion, its Willow that urges him to dial that number. They have to borrow Camila's phone. And Willow stands there as moral support as Hunter stumbles through the question.

Hunter has a date this Saturday. Which is very exciting. And also weird. And scary. He blushes whenever you bring it up. But Willow happily hypes him up for it every day leading up to it.

On Saturday, Hunter leaves the house at mid day and Willow sees him off, waving enthusiastically. He smiles softly and waves back at her, still twitchy with nerves. She gives a finger guns and assures him it's gonna go fine. He's a catch! This makes him giggle and she swells with pride.

The door clicks shut. Hunter is gone. It feels like a light has been sucked out of the household. Willow's smile slips.

She could head upstairs and hang out with the other girls. She could go down to the basement with Gus. But....right now she'd prefer to be alone.

Willow cleans the kitchen, which Camila is very grateful for once she gets home from work. And then she settles in the living room, snuggles up on the couch and throws something on the TV. Willow sits there and watches for hours. She barely processes any of it. And yet, she's simultaneously so wrapped up in the television that she doesn't hear the door click.

"Eyyyyy, I'm back," Hunter says in that awkward way he always announces his return. And just like that, a light switches and Willow is all zazzed again.

"Ooooooh Casanova has returned!!" She chirps. "A little.....earlier than I expected....?"

Hunter looks a little sheepish but doesn't comment on that. Willow thumps the couch cushion opposite her. "Cmere boy. Tell me everything."

Hunter sits down beside her and after turning to look at her huge grin, he smiles warmly.

"What?" She asks.

"Nothing."

"You gonna tell me how it went?"

"Fine. Um. Normal. For a date. I think? I dunno I've never been on one but I'm pretty sure I did an okay job."

Willow decides to rip the bandaid off immediately. "Any lip action?"

Hunter's reaction was a funny choking noise and a volatile flush across his neck "No!" He blurted. "Just...."

"Juuuuust?"

"Just hands! He held my hand! He held my hand and it was nice! I liked it!"

"Oh."

It's nice that Hunter got his hand held. He has such pretty hands. She's always thought they were very holdable. She's really happy. She's delighted. Just great.

She's a good person who is happy when good things happen to her friends, Titandamn it. And not a secretly ugly resentful person who wishes for selfish things.

"Yeah and. Uh..." He's scrubbing the back of his neck. "We...um. Ended up talking. A lot."

"About date number two, no doubt...." Willow sings.

"There's not going to be a date number two," Hunter answers immediately, knocking Willow out of her depth.

.....huh?

"I....thought you liked him?" She asks.

"I mean. Yeah. He's. He's nice but...but when I said we talked a lot...I might have told him that...." Hunter trails away.

"Told him what?"

There's a pause before Hunter speaks again, his voice a little higher pitched. "Oh! J-just. Just told him about a ton of stuff. Told him I like birds. And I like to read. And...and about Camila being a vet and....and I talked a lot about my friends. Gus. A-and Luz and Amity. And Vee. And uh. And you. And....we...we both decided that this probably wasn't gonna work out."

"Oh...." Willow....doesn't know how to feel about this. She doesn't have to pretend to be disappointed because she really is. Her friend had a chance to have a sweet little romance with somebody cute. And it just didn't work out. "I'm sorry, Hunter,"

But Hunter shakes his head. "I'm not disappointed. I actually....um. I liked it. I've never been on a date before and it....I dunno, it made me feel like a real teenager. Which is dumb to say because I know I AM a real teenager but..."

He perks up. "Oh! Oh and-and um...." His words tumble one over the other though there's a grin tugging at the corner of his lip. "Josh and I we....we figured it out. Me. We...we figured out me. I'm..."

He catches himself and clears his throat, extending a hand to her. "Hi, Willow! My name is bisexual!...Wait! Wait, no! Hunter! My name is....I'm bisexual and I'm Hunter! I...Agh!! Josh said I should come out to you in a smooth way but...."

Willow is grinning ear to ear, always transfixed by his frequent fumbles over the complicated act of putting words together. "You're bisexual!" She declares happily. "Hunter that's fantastic!"

Hunter's smile is soft but there's a hint of pride there too. "Yeah...thanks. I know it is...."

A pause.

"I have completely forgotten what bisexual means tho," Admits Willow.

"O-oh! Oh it's just um. I-I like multiple genders. Today I found out for certain that boys are....wow...."

Willow smirks. "Boys are wow?"

"Well.....arent they?"

She thinks about it for a moment, raking her eyes across the splotchy blush still clinging to his pretty face. Her insides are in a riot of fluttering flower petals.

"I guess they are," She agrees fondly.

"But also I...." He cuts himself off with a sudden bout of breathlessness. He inhales sharply. "Girls..."

"Girls," Repeats Willow expectantly.

Hunter, who has cut his gaze down to his tangling fingers, looks back up at her, manages to hold eye contact for a few very telling extra seconds and says, very clearly. "Girls."

"I see..." Willow is a little frustrated to find that she's also a little short of breath. "So maybe your next date will be with a girl then,"

Hunter's blush flares. "I'd like it to be..." He mumbles. "But..."

"Buuuuuut?"

There's some sort of internal battle raging on. She can see it in the violent twist and turns of his facial expressions. Finally, his throat bobs. "Nothing." He answers.

"Sorry...." He continues. "For coming home early. I just really wanted to...." Why does he keep trailing off? "It looks like you were trying to have some time to yourself. I can leave if...."

"You stay right here, Mr heartbreaker," Says Willow. "Stay here and watch weird human crystal ball shows with me."

A stiffness she didn't notice until now melts out of his shoulders. "Okay. I'd like that. A lot."

Hunter attempts to shuffle into a comfortable position, but what he's not prepared for is his friend Willow suddenly lunging and knocking him against the cushions in a tight tackle hug.

"Congratulations on your name being Bisexual," She mutters against the fabric of his shirt. "I like being the first one told,"

"N-no problem...." His voice cracks a little.

It takes maybe three minutes of comfortable silence and human realm TV babbling for Hunter to pipe up "And I'm not a heartbreaker. I didn't break anyone's heart."

"You could," Willow answers smoothly, not taking her eyes off the TV. "You have way more power over some people's hearts than you realize."

#huntlow

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kkurisuac · 8 days ago

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𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

the album: orchid

Isn’t it lonely? To do everything for you to want me? And I don’t know why I do everything to make you want me, but I know I want to be the number one girl in your eyes. So why can’t I be the only one for you? Why can’t you love me when I would do anything just for your love? But in your eyes, I’m just a younger girl who doesn’t even know who she is.

I don’t know the real reason why or how I fell in love with you, but it happened.

“I was 21 back then, and he was like 26, so he was more like a man who took care of me. This is all I can say about my ex,” I answered the question about my ex.

“I’m— I mean, all of us are pretty sure he’s punching the air when he sees you,” she said with a laugh.

“I guess we’ll never really know that.” I know he didn’t.

He never liked me the way I did, so maybe he’s just proud of me because I was never too special to him. I was just his best friend’s little sister, who did everything to be close to him. And after everything, he has to see me everywhere and listen to the song I wrote about our relationship.

He was my first love. Maybe I liked the way he cared about me, or the thought that we shouldn’t be together, or that he was older and a real man, or maybe it was real love. I don’t know, but I wanted his love more than anything.

If I think back, I was probably an annoying girl in his eyes. I always tried to look more mature, prettier, smarter, because I wanted to hear how great I was. I thought that if I behaved and looked a little older, he would notice me. He did, but not because of that. Maybe I was just a distraction from his breakup with his girlfriend.

I was so happy when they broke up, and I took my chance and tried to be with him, behind my brother’s back. My brother always said I shouldn’t fall in love with him because he was too far from me and wasn’t right for me. But, come on, that made me want to do it even more. So, on my 21th birthday, I kissed him. I thought it wouldn’t matter because, if I was lucky, he’d kiss me back. But if not, I’d just say I was too drunk and didn’t want it. But I was lucky, and he kissed me back, and I was so freaking happy.

After that ‘accident,’ I got a big ego, and I thought I really had a chance for a date, but I was so wrong. I was just a little secret—someone he turned to when he needed something. But honestly, I was okay with it because he was with me, and he wanted me. It was enough, right?

“Why did you write ‘number one girl’?”

“I was so overwhelmed with emotion. I couldn’t talk about it with anyone because I never told anybody, and my patience had reached its end.” Or maybe because I wanted him to know what I felt.

“What was the thing that cut your patience?”

“When he asked me why I wanted his attention so desperately, and I told him I wanted his love so desperately because I loved him. I got rejected so badly, and he said, ‘Let’s forget everything.’ I didn’t, though.”

“For now, my last question is: How are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you. I’m the number one girl for myself.”

“It was a pleasure, Rena. If you want to know more about Rena, listen to her new album Orchid.”

We were each other’s secret for years. I had a situationship for years because I told myself it would turn into a real relationship someday. But I lied to myself every day because I was too in love with him. But can you blame me? He looked at me with such pretty eyes and smiled at me. He even called me cute nicknames and got jealous of others. I fell for everything he did, and I was too delusional. I really thought I was his soon-to-be girlfriend, so I acted like one. I was so naive.

“There’s my famous little sister!” my brother greeted me. Sometimes, I feel major guilt because I never told him.

“What? What’s going on?” I asked when I saw my friends here.

“For your first album release, I called all of your friends to celebrate,” my brother answered with a big smile on his face.

“Thank you, but there was no need. And my album will release tomorrow.” There really was no need to invite Izana too.

“Don’t be shy! Your songs are on the radio, and millions are listening to you!” my friend Isla told me.

“And your interviews are going viral. You’re a star now, Rena.” Maybe my brother thinks so, but I can’t shine for the only person I want to.

“You’re really the number one girl right now.”

Yeah, I’m the number one girl in the media, but I can’t be the number one for the one I want to be. But after everything, there’s him. Because our secret will be a secret for life.

“You did well,” Izana told me when I greeted him. Does he really think that?

“Thank you,” I said, leaning closer to him. “You should get the credits,” I whispered sarcastically.

Why is he here? Why does he need to be in my life after everything? And why can’t I forget it?

“You answered every question but one,” Isla started.

“Yeah, because I’d rather die than tell who it was,” I replied. And because everyone would be disappointed in me.

“I know, because even me, your best friend, doesn’t know who it is,” Emma said with a serious look. If you knew it was your brother, maybe you’d be so mad at me.

“It’s our secret. Nobody knows, and that’s the right thing.”

“She just doesn’t want me to kill the guy who treated my little sister like that.” I don’t want you to lose your best friend.

“Because he isn’t the only one at fault. We were toxic till the end.”

Or we are. Because we’re in the same room, and all we do is watch each other, thinking, can we be any closer than this? At least, I think about that.

“What will you do after the album drops? Aren’t you scared we’ll find out who it is?” Isla asked with a smile.

“No, because you’d never guess him.” Hopefully.

“Are you sure? I mean, we know he’s the same age as your brother. It could be Izana.” Not could be—he is the ex.

“Yes, if he weren’t my brother’s best friend,” I lied. I lie pretty well. I should thank Izana.

“You really wasted your prettiest years on a guy?” Why do you care, Izana? Your ego doesn’t let you admit that I didn’t live my best life when I was with you.

“I did, sadly, Izana. I really wanted him to want me, only me.” I still want that.

“You should be more careful when choosing someone.” Really, Izana?

“You’re right, but he had really pretty eyes. I couldn’t say no when he wanted me to stay. You should listen to the whole album to understand my situation.”

Don’t talk to me. Don’t act like you don’t know anything. Don’t make it harder than it already is.

“Stay a little longer,” I said, more like begging.

“I can’t.” Wow, say something new.

“You never can. I just want to be with you a little bit longer.”

“Your brother will see us. And you know that would be a disaster.”

“This is the only reason, right?”

“Rena, you know very well that we shouldn’t even be together like this. Don’t be so dramatic.” Why is it so easy for you? Why don’t you want to be with me a little bit more?

“And you know very well how freaking much I don’t care.”

“Don’t be so childish and throw a tantrum for something you brought on yourself.”

“I’m the only one who did that? So, it wasn’t you who came back to me? It wasn’t you calling me at night? I did all of this alone?”

“I never said that. But you’re the one trying so hard for my attention.”

“Get the fuck out of here, Izana.”

Childish? I’m childish? Maybe. But if you think that, then why do you come back every time? It’s already been two years, and you’re still not gone. I’ve tried so many times to move on, but I can’t, because this love never dies. Unfortunately, I’m madly in love with you. You can say whatever you want, I can say I don’t want to see your face again, but you know I mean I can’t wait to see you again.

“Can you tell us something about your album that’s coming out tonight?” the interviewer asked me.

“Orchid is about my situationship that lasted 2-3 years. It was so toxic, but I couldn’t get out of it. I was so overwhelmed with feelings, and I wrote out my emotions. So, if you listen to all the songs, you could be part of my life.”

“If this isn’t a big spoiler, can you sing an iconic line from one of the songs?”

“That’s hard because, in my opinion, there are a lot of iconic lines, but the one that comes to mind is from Astronomy: Stop trying to keep us alive You can't force the stars to align when they've already died”

“Honestly, I couldn’t wait to hear this song. But now, this is the end. Thank you, Rena, for being here with us, and we’re excited for your album.”

“Thank you for having me.”

And it was the end of another interview where I had to speak about him.

“Your brother couldn’t come here, so I’ll take you home,” Izana stood in front of me. I just looked at him with that “you can’t be serious” look.

“I’d rather walk.”

“Don’t do that.”

Of course, I can’t do that. Of course, I have to behave like nothing happened. Of course, I have to act like a friend to him.

“Congratulations.”

“For what?”

“For being so strong. Every interview, at least one question is about me — I mean, about your ex.” Shut the fuck up, Izana. You’re more handsome when you don’t talk.

“I can’t help it. The whole album is about my relationship. And it doesn’t matter to me anymore because I don’t have feelings anymore.”

“Then why didn’t you answer the question?” Obviously, I wouldn’t answer whether I’d go back to him if I had the chance. I don’t want to admit that to myself either.

“Because I have the right not to answer. Why do you care? Can’t you just shut up?”

“Not really, when I have a whole album about me.” You should thank yourself.

“Do you want another one about you? Because I know how you freaking love yourself. Honestly, you only love yourself.”

“That’s not true at all.”

“Really? Don’t tell me you got yourself another girl who falls for you because you said some pretty words. And now you love her, but who knows how long.”

“Because you fell for me because I said some pretty words?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know why I fell for you, but I was too stupid, that’s for sure.”

“For me, I didn’t waste two years of my prettiest years.”

What do you mean by that? Don’t say things like that, because my wounds will bleed again.

“Good for you, Izana. For me, it was my worst experience. And because of you, I don’t want to fall in love again. I don’t want to feel anything. You took everything from me.”

Why did he say something like that so suddenly? Does he still care about me? Maybe he still feels something for me? Maybe—

“I can’t wait to hear your album.”

“You’ll like it.”

I hate that. I don’t want to be so far from him. I shouldn’t feel like this because we broke up more than a year ago, but I still… Of course, he used me for years if I’m that stupid.

‘Will you give him another chance?’ Why couldn’t I answer the question the way I should? Why couldn’t I say no without hesitation? Of course, because I still have feelings for him. I couldn’t even forget him because I see him every other day at least. We can’t disappear from each other’s lives.

“You’re late.”

“I had something to do.” Like always. You always have something more important.

“I’ve been waiting for you for hours.”

“And I had something to do. Don’t make it such a big deal.”

“Izana, do you have somebody else? Someone who isn’t your best friend’s younger sister?” I know he has flings, but don’t tell me you have something serious.

“Rena. I don’t have anybody else. Why are you jealous anyway? You’re my little princess.”

I believed him. I felt a pit in my stomach, but I never said anything. I just pretended everything was fine and that I was okay with the situation.

He had other flings, but they were just one-night stands. And because of that, I felt special. I thought I was important to him, and maybe he had feelings for me. And because of that, he could play with me and my feelings so easily. I was so naive and stupid. I don’t know what I thought when I believed that a 26-year-old man would want a 21-year-old girl who doesn’t even know herself.

“What the fucking hell,” I said when I saw my brother with my friend. This is real, what the actual fuck. And why am I not as mad as I should be?

“Rena?!”

“Woah. That was unpredictable,” Izana said from behind me.

“What the fuck are you two doing in the same bed???” I asked again, because, seriously, what the actual fuck.

“Rena, I can explain everything, but don’t be so mad.” My brother’s voice was shaky, but I was just confused.

“So, the reason you couldn’t pick me up and sent Izana instead is because you’re fucking my friend? Woah.”

“That’s new for me too,” Izana said with a laugh. At least he seemed to have fun.

“I’m going to rest because I have a listening party tonight, so let’s forget this for now,” I said, walking out of the room.

“You don’t look that mad,” Izana said, following me to my room.

“Shut the fuck up, Izana.” You’re not going to make me say what you want to hear.

“Are you more like, happy? Aren’t you?”

“I said shut the fuck up, Izana.”

Yes, I was a little happy, because ever, if our past came to light, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. But at the same time, how could I be mad at my brother when I did the same thing, only worse?

He knows what I think, but he always makes me say it out loud when I don’t want to. Maybe he knows it too well because he thinks and feels the same. But that’s just the past. I can’t look at him the same way I did. He broke my heart, and he’s the reason I couldn’t love myself, the reason I lost myself.

I loved him too much, but what did I get from it? Nothing. After him, I only have a broken heart and memories that mostly aren’t the best.

“Rena,” my brother said before I left.

“Kai.”

“Are you mad?”

“I don’t know.”

I couldn’t say that I wasn’t, because how could I tell him that I did the same thing? But if anyone found out about our past, it wouldn’t be so bad after all. The difference is, they love each other. In our relationship, I was the only one who loved.

“Hello, my name is Rena.”

This is what I wanted. I had to live this moment and not let anyone ruin it.

“How do you feel about the album dropping?” I read the question. “I’m really excited, and I can’t wait for your reactions.” Especially from Izana.

“How did you get out of your situationship?” I don’t even know exactly. “He ended everything. If he didn’t, maybe we’d still be in the same situation, because I didn’t want him to leave.”

“Why Orchid?” His eye color. But I can’t say that. “That’s a simple question. I’ve always loved orchid, but after I met him, I associated the colour of the flower with him, and I thought it would fit.”

“Do you really like red, right?” Only Izana’s red flags, I guess. “I mean, I’ve loved it for more than two years, so red is one of my favorite colors. And you know, I’m one of those people.”

“I think I’m in love, but he has a girlfriend. Any advice?” I don’t have advice for myself, not for others. “Are you sure you’re writing about the right person? Girl, I tried to attract him when he had a girlfriend. Like, I never made a move on him, I would never do that, but I tried to get him to notice me. But if he has a girlfriend, then the ship’s already sunk. And it’s not a great idea to wait around until they break up to make sure he’s okay.”

“She is Izana’s girlfriend, Emi. She’s my sister, Rena,” Kai introduced.

She is so beautiful. How could I ever win?

“Nice to meet you, Emi,” I said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you too, Rena. You’re way prettier than in the photos.” She’s kind too. Do I even have a chance?

“Thank you, but you’re even more beautiful. I can understand why Izana is dating you.” I understand, but I don’t want to accept it.

How could I make Izana look at me when she’s like this? I have to do everything I can to make Izana notice me, at least. But honestly, how could I possibly compete with Emi? She’s pretty and looks kind. And when I look at them... they look so good together. But I can’t give up now.

“Spoiler from Stay a Little Longer?” One of the hardest songs I write. “Okay, I’ll give you a little spoiler. Please, won’t you stay? Stay a little longer, babe? I’ll be okay. You say it’s written all over my face. I’m fragile, I’m speechless, don’t leave me in pieces. That’s all you get.”

“But he didn’t stay, in fact,” I said, looking at Izana.

“Have you ever felt like you had to get out of the relationship?” That’s a good question, because I’m not sure. “I felt it a lot. Like, I was unsure about the situationship the whole time. But at the start, I was so in love, I didn’t realize the issues and just ignored them. I was just happy to be with him. But after some time, I felt like I was just pretending to be happy and okay with it. I did feel that way, but I couldn’t get out.”

“Did you watch the edits of yourself?” I read the question. “Yes, I did. And I looked at X, and I was like, ‘What kind of people are you?' You found my school and guessed random people I know, but I can tell you, at this point, no one guessed right." Thankfully.

“Would you tell us if we guessed the right name?” Don’t guess his name, please. “I don’t think I’d tell you the person’s name, but maybe I’d say, ‘You’re getting close.’”

“Is there anyone with you?” I read it. “Besides the staff? Yes, my best friend and her brother, who is my brother’s best friend. I’m mad at my brother, so I didn’t let him come here. So, Izana’s here for him.”

“How do you guys know everything? Like, I only said a name. That’s scary, but yes, Kurokawa Izana.”

“Yes, he’s single. Do you want his number? I can give it to you.”

I looked at Izana, and he just looked at me with those beautiful eyes. Someone could have him, because for me, he’s not possible.

“What was the thing that made you fall in love so deeply?” Why do I smile just thinking about him? “His eyes. He looked at me so gently every time. Like his eyes told me that I meant a lot to him, because he never said it and never did anything to show it, but his eyes told me otherwise.” I’m really naive and stupid.

“But that never meant he wanted me. I did everything to be a real girlfriend to him, but he never even asked me about it. Like, I was never the number one girl in his eyes.”

“What kind of relationship do you have with Izana?” I read the question.

I looked up at Izana, and he waited for my answer. I did too, because sometimes it’s hard to lie.

“He’s my brother’s best friend. He’s like a brother to me.”

I saw Izana’s smirk and his eyes that seemed to tell me how great I lied. I’d rather tell everyone he’s my boyfriend, but he didn’t want that.

“It’s 5 minutes until you can hear my album! I’m really excited for it. So, I want to thank all of you! Let’s listen a lot, and I hope it helps those going through the same thing. You’re not alone, and everything will get better. You can leave him or her, don’t beg for more because it’s useless. If you have to beg, they don’t deserve you.”

“In my eyes, all of you are number one!!”

“I will cry if you guys say nice things about me. You’re much kinder than my ex was,” I said, and I saw Izana start to laugh. The reality is sad, right?

“Ah, it’s out!! Let’s listen together!!”

I couldn’t wait to see Izana’s reaction. I had never told him about my true feelings, and this would be the first time he heard them. Would he say anything about it? Would he feel sorry for what he did to me? Would he understand me?

I tried not to look into Izana’s eyes every minute, but I couldn’t wait for his reaction. But, as I knew, he would wear a poker face almost the entire time.

When he heard Number One Girl, I couldn’t read any emotion on his face.

I shouldn’t care about Izana this much, but somehow, I felt like this would help us get out of this mess. I still hoped for more, hoping for his love for me. I’m so pathetic.

I would do anything to feel again that pure love I felt during the first period of our relationship. Or when I had just a crush on him. I felt like I was in heaven when he looked at me with his pretty orchid eyes. I want that Izana back. The one I fell in love with, not the one who broke my heart.

“What? Izana met someone?” I asked, trying not to show how much it hurt.

“Yeah, a girl asked him out, and he said he’ll think about it. But in my opinion, he’ll accept it. He broke up with his ex a long time ago; he should get a girlfriend already,” Kai said with a happy tone.

“You’re right. He’s been single for like two years?” I said. He has to be single, because I’m here for him. He doesn’t need anyone else.

“Yes, he had some flings, but nothing serious. But this girl has potential.” What are you talking about, Kai? He doesn’t need any girl.

“Potential? What do you mean by that?”

“She was our classmate. She’s a lawyer now and so pretty. I can picture them together.”

“Hopefully, Izana will like her too.” He can’t like anybody else but me. I can give him everything he wants. He’s mine, and I’m his.

I was so scared that this date would be serious, and I’d lose him. My fear was real, because after that, he really ended things between us.

“Don’t, Izana. Please don’t leave me,” I begged, crying.

“Rena, we were never a thing. You should get a real boyfriend.”

“But I don’t want one! I want you!”

“You know what we had was nothing. Let’s say it was just a summer fling that lasted a little longer.” No, please don’t, Izana. I can’t breathe without you. I can’t live without you.

“A little longer? Two years now! Two fucking years! I don’t want you to leave me!”

“Why are you so desperate for my attention?” Attention? Do you really think I was with you for two years because I wanted your attention?

“I’m desperate for your love, because I love you, Izana.”

“Love? Rena, don’t be so delusional. It wasn’t love, it was just fun. Anyway, we can’t be together. You’re my best friend’s younger sister.” Don’t say things like that. Don’t say I was nothing to you. Don’t—

“Stay a little longer. Just stay awhile,” I begged, looking into his eyes, trying to convince him.

“This is the end, Rena. Forget everything that happened between us,” he said coldly.

“No, Izana. Please don’t. I don’t want you to leave my life.”

“You can’t do this to me, Izana! You can’t leave me this way!”

I cried, I raged, I threw a tantrum. But nothing healed my broken heart. And nothing made Izana come back to me.

From that day, we didn’t speak properly, and I didn’t want to either. Not that he ever asked me about my feelings or how I was. We acted like nothing happened, but neither of us had truly forgotten. If he had moved on, he wouldn’t care about the songs I wrote about him, but he did care. So maybe—

“Thank you to everyone who was with me. We’ll meet at the concert, but for now, I was Rena.”

I couldn’t read any emotion on Izana’s face, just as I thought. He didn’t even say a word about it. I thought he would say something when he drove me home, when it's just the two of us, but no. He really didn’t care.

“You are my number one girl,” he suddenly said before I got out of the car.

“What?” Why did he lie after hearing my feelings?

“You were my everything.” You’re lying, but somehow, it makes me happy.

“What are you talking about, Izana?”

Izana leaned in a little closer, but it was a distance neither of us could truly cross anymore. He reached for me, but his hand faltered, as though the very gesture betrayed everything we’d tried to pretend wasn’t there.

“I played with you for real at the start, but I fell in love with you.”

“Why are you lying? Why are you telling me this now?” What do you mean, you fell in love with me?

“Because I didn’t want you to hurt like this. But I knew we couldn’t be together after everything.”

“You’re lying.” I couldn’t believe him after everything. He wanted to hurt me again, didn’t he?

“I made you hate me so you could miss me a little less. But I couldn’t move on either.”

“Don’t give me any hope, because I know it’s impossible.” My chest tightened, and all I could think about was the chance of us.

“Like you said, this love never dies. I’ve tried to get you out of my head, but how should I do that?” Don’t look at me with those pretty eyes, because I’ll believe you. Your eyes tell me that what you’re saying is real.

“Did you mean the things you said to me?” I asked, needing to know what was real and what was a lie.

“For the first year, no, but after that, I did. I really loved you.”

“Why? Then why?” I couldn’t understand. Why did he say such painful things when we broke up? Why did he say it meant nothing to him?

“Because how could we make a healthy relationship with that past? I used you, I played with you and your feelings.”

“And?” I wanted him to be honest. I wanted it, it was my choice.

“Rena, I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy, but now, everything is impossible. I used you how I wanted, and you did everything to be with me. We can’t be a healthy couple.”

“But you did love me. Didn’t you?” The words slipped out before I could stop them, a desperate plea for the truth.

“I do, Rena, but that’s not that simple. You know that too.” But if you love me, then everything will be okay. As long as you love me.

“I—Izana, I still have feelings for you.”

“You shouldn’t have. We should really forget each other.” Then why did you tell me about your feelings? This can’t be the end.

“How could I?”

“We have to.” No, I don’t want to feel again what I felt back then.

I wiped at my eyes, trying to steady myself. I couldn’t even speak anymore. The words were caught in my throat, my heart too shattered to form a coherent thought.

We really can’t be a happy couple? We really don’t have a future together? I don’t want that.

“Can’t we start over? Can’t we go back to the beginning?”

#tokyo revengers #tr x reader #angst #izana kurokawa #number one girl #toxic relationship #tokyo revengers izana

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lalalovejay · 1 year ago

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hey, i just wonder if you'll be able to write something like "enhas reactions when their chubby gf is insecure about her body" cause im that gf and i feel terrible today? sorry if its too much ❤️ love your works

Of course, my love! I'm so sorry this is so late, but I hope that whatever it is you're going through won't last long, and you'll be able to feel some type of happiness soon🫶 sending all my love and support baby 🤍also, I don't really know how to answer asks like this so forgive me if it's not what you wanted :(

Enha's reaction to their gf who's insecure about their body:

HEESEUNG/SUNGHOON: It would take him some time to realize what was actually going on. You had been quiet the entire day and barely reciprocated his affection whenever he leaned down to hug you or kiss your skin. He felt that something was off but didn't want to push you into telling him unless you were ready. However, the ache in his heart as he watched you stare at yourself in the mirror in your shared room completely shattered him. You had just recently gone public with your relationship, and the majority of his fans were super supportive, but of course, there were the few who had nothing good to say. Most of them shaming you for not being pretty enough or thin enough for someone like him. He walked into the room and quietly took your hands, leading you away from the mirror and towards your shared bed. He pulled you onto his lap and cupped your face with one hand. The tears in your glossy eyes made him feel like he had failed you. He was your boyfriend and he promised himself to protect you from the hate that you would receive from the world but he had ultimately failed. You had seen the tweets, the comments, the reaction of the public and it completely tore you apart. He would place a gentle kiss on your lips to bring you back to him. To make your forget, if even for just a moment, all those cruel words. Your eyes look down to him who smiles up at you. "You're beautiful, baby. More than you know and more than those stupid people know. I love you, no matter what. I want to be with you and I'll continue to want you, now, tomorrow, and the day after that until you get tired of me. I don't care what size you are, if there's other people out there prettier or smaller. You're the most beautiful person in my eyes and I wouldn't trade you for the world."

JAY/JUNGWON: He noticed right away. He picked up on the way you shut into yourself. You were normally really talkative and clingy, but lately you had been keeping a distance from him and wearing more hoodies even though it was nearing summer. He had seen the way your eyes would observe other girls as you two went out. The way your eyes longingly looked at the outfits on the tiny mannequins in the stores when you went shopping. He had a keen eye and sometimes you hated that about him because he always knew when you weren't feeling your best even though you'd rather keep it to yourself and let the self hate swallow you whole. He made sure to kiss you everywhere. Your lips, your neck, your hands, your shoulders, your chest, your tummy, your thighs, your calves. He made sure no inch of your skin was left untouched by his lips as he spoke loving praises against them. "Beautiful." "The prettiest girl I know." "My girl." "No one can compare." "Only want you." "Perfect for me." God you were dizzy with love for this man. He kissed away all your insecure thoughts as he showed you how much he loved you for you. He couldn't care less what size you were, he had fallen for your spirit and personality and the way your eyes crinkle when you smiled so prettily for him. He made sure to remind you of this every day after that.

JAKE/SUNOO/NIKI: He was super exhausted after coming home from practice and didn't really notice your behavior until after he got out of the shower. You would usually greet him by the door with a kiss but instead you were seated on the couch with a drama playing on the tv that you weren't even paying attention to. You had a blanket wrapped around yourself very tightly as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip. He joined you on the couch, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head in your lap as he laid down on the couch. It was his favorite position to be in when he just wanted to hold you and feel comfort. Normally you would giggle and run your fingers through his hair because you know just how much he likes it but today you didn't move from your position. He perked up at the small changes and his eyes found your dazed ones. He pouts before sitting up and looking at you worriedly. "Is everything okay, baby?" He would ask. You simply would look over to him with a small smile and assure him you were fine but he knew you like the back of his hand. Nothing could get past him. He watches as you tug the blanket closer to you, hiding yourself from him and he feels his heart ache at the sight. He knew you had insecurities and you had plenty of conversations about it with him. He would pull you close, wrap his arms around you and let you silently cry into his chest. "I'm sorry, my love. I shouldn't have been so selfish by revealing our relationship to the world. I know you told me you were ready but seeing you like this makes me want to keep you hidden forever. My sweet girl." He would whisper against your forehead as he left small kisses there to ease the anxious thoughts in your mind. Being in his arms like this always helped wash away the bad thoughts. He always knew what to say to make you forget about the world and just be with him. He constantly praised you and reassured you that no matter what you looked like, you would always be beautiful to him because you were simply you. The girl he had fallen in love with and will forever be in love with. His girl.

#enhypen #lalalovejay #enhypen au #enhypen jungwon #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen niki #enhypen asks #enhypen x you

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My ugly notes app monster that sucks so bad and I will probz delete when I wake up tomorrow

It's okay if you don't understand. I know you're not the brightest, I'll dumb it down for you. So-

She starts whining about not being dumb. I grab her hair and yank her head back, making her look straight into the water-damaged ceiling.

I don't appreciate being interrupted, especially when I'm trying to be nice.

I'm sure you've heard this before, but you've always been more beauty than brains. Sadly, you're not much of a looker.

I sigh and let go of her hair.

Her face is all scrunched up now; puffy, wet, disgusting. She buries it into her knees.

She tries to hide, to look brave, but I can tell she's trying not to cry from the way her shoulders shake – as erratic as her breathing; she won't be able to calm down no matter how hard she tries. I know this because I know her. I know she'll keep trying, dumb as rocks; unable to see past her own nose.

The knots aren't that tight– I left them a bit loose on purpose, hoping she'd try to escape so I'd have an excuse to chase her, push her down, really scare her, but it turns out I overestimated both her intelligence and her will to live.

She was so pretty, so lovely just a few hours ago, when I was still having second thoughts about all this, when my hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold my glass, when she was still smiling and looking at me fondly – like I was something worth looking at. No one had ever looked at me with such affection – any affection! – before, and that's how I knew she was kind! Kind, and pretty, and lovely, and so, so devastatingly stupid; so perfect and so easy for me to take, to ruin and rebuild into something even prettier – something better.

I sit down in front on her. She looks pale; sickly. Is her skin cold and clammy, or is she running hot and sweaty from the adrenaline? I can see for myself now, I no longer need to wait or ask. I reach for her ankle, slowly, trying not to scare her.

Clearly, it doesn't work; she tries to kick me off with far too much force, flailing and losing her balance, making herself fall over and hit her head – thud! – on the concrete floor.

I lean over, placing my hands on the ground so I can look at her face – the parts not covered by her hair, anyway. She spares me a single glance, then shuts her eyes tight and starts shaking all over again.

I raise my voice, louder than she's ever heard it before:

You lied to me! You told me I looked just fine, all those times – all those times, you lied to me!

She flinches and tries to deny it, but her voice comes out weak, and her eyes are still shut tight.

I didn't think it'd actually work.

Don't you lie to me again, don't you dare lie!

I lower my voice back to its regular volume. I make sure to sound incredulous, offended:

You can't even look at me.

She takes a big breath, but doesn't say anything. I can tell she's trying to calm down using breathing techniques.

I stay quiet for a bit, still looking down at her, and wait until her breathing's calmed down enough that she's not on the border of hyperventilation anymore before speaking again, now in the low, pitiful whisper she's always known:

Am I really so unseemly? Tell me. Please look at me. Please tell me I'm not.

(END OF CHUNK. WHO CARES)

And now all I've got is a crumpled mess of a girl, clothes and hair almost as dirty as the floor she lays on– I haven't cleaned the place in weeks. I know how important hygiene is to her, after all.

(END OF CHUNK. WHO CARES)

Stop fucking crying, you're ruining your make-up. I'm not into the whole "broken" look with the running mascara anymore. We've done it so much I thought you'd also be tired of at this point.

Seriously?

Your throat's dry because you refuse to ask for help. I'm the only one that can help you, you know? I have no way of knowing what you need unless you tell me. You need to ask for it.

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Why should I bring it to you? Where's your manners?

Please, -----

Okay, that's better.

I'm not getting you anything, though. Why? Are you stupid? You keep crying and crying and whining until your throat hurts – and you think you deserve water? How do I know you won't just waste it again?

I'm leaving, I'm too tired to deal with such an entitled little brat right now.

Maybe you should learn how to play nice and be grateful– yes, GRATEFUL, and quit interrupting me before I beat the shit out of you again. I work all day, you know that? I work day in and day out so I can make you prettier – we both know you need it.

Beauty's expensive, are you kidding? Then again, I keep overestimating your cognitive abilities, so I shouldn't be so surprised.

I work all day, every day, and then I come down here to be happy, to relax by looking at something nice – and I find you a disgusting mess, make-up ruined, snot all over your face, and still I try to be nice to you. I might even be going a bit soft. I can tell you've been pulling your hair out again, but I still bring you the foods you like.

Spoiled? I don't see how that makes any difference.

I toss away anything that's gone bad – and yet I keep the ugliest, nastiest and most rotten piece of meat around, even though it fucking reeks.

I'm being nice. I'll only say this once.

I suggest you stop telling me what to do with my trash.

(END OF CHUNK. WHO CARES)

You'd be prettier if you knew how to behave.

#diary #unsan #yes it sucks but my 4 AM brain is telling me to share whatever I've written last for once #and by ''last'' I mean like. tonight. heart #oc talk #much to think about #<- decided to keep this ugly thang as-is. not even fixing any typos I hope it dies #wroted

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abrianadesaphi · 3 years ago

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blind | isabela madrigal x fem!reader

in which isabela has never seen something quite like you. inspired by role model’s song, blind.

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isabela madrigal x fem!bisexual!reader

friends to lovers

no smut

warnings: profanities, use of the k-word (jokingly)

she got the gold hoops, prada fit // i’m in love with all of it

she saw you for the first time a year after casita was rebuilt. you were dressed in clothes that obviously weren’t made in a small village like encanto. you also wore gold accessories to match with your luxurious set of clothes as you shared your table with señor valencia, the middle-aged man who was known as the town’s blacksmith.

your presence was radiating confidence, your poise obvious by how you sat and how you ate your food gracefully. for some reason, she could not look away. it seemed as if isabela found herself more and more mesmerised the longer she stared at you.

isabela was seated in a booth that was right across from your table, next to her papa agustin as they waited for their dinner in a warm little restaurant in the center of encanto.

her papa must’ve caught her staring at you, and so he whispered to his oldest daughter’s ear, “that’s señorita (y/n), señor valencia’s niece. she’s from abroad but she’s staying here for the summer due to her parents’ request. the gossiping ladies on the streets claim she’s a bit of a primadonna, but i think she’s quite nice!”

when dinner ended, agustin went over to your table and invited your uncle for a couple glasses of wine back in the casita and of course, you came along. it was your first time to see the wonderful madrigal home, and you were in awe of it and its magic.

agustin placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder as he said, “señorita (y/n), would you appreciate a tour of la casa madrigal by isabela?”

isabela looked at her father, confused. agustin just smiled at his daughter and gave her a wink.

“i would, actually! this place is amazing,” you said with a smile.

isabela, with an encouraging push on the back from her father, walked towards you.

“this way, señorita! i’ll show you to the kitchen.”

once you’ve familiarised yourself with casita (and casita has familiarised itself with you), you and isabela found yourself back in the living room. your uncle, along with agustin and felix, were laughing obnoxiously as they sipped on their wine.

“(y/n), isabela, join us!” your uncle offered you both a seat on the couch next to him as he noticed your presence.

“thank you, señor. but i’ll pass,” isabela spoke, “i kinda wanna stay up in my room for a while.”

“can you show me your room?” you spoke, looking at her with hopeful eyes.

“of course, she can!” agustin exclaimed, “how about a bottle of wine to drink while you talk up in there?”

“papa, i’ll just show her my room. we won’t be long-”

“we’d love a bottle of wine, señor!” you said with a smile.

ex-boy didn’t get the picture, cut him out of it

three hours later, you were a drunken mess in isabela’s flowery bedroom floor. you drank the entire bottle of wine while isabela just looked after you, making sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

it was funny how she cared for you, a foreign girl she doesn’t even know.

“isabela, isabela,” you called her name twice, trying to get her attention in your drunken state.

“yeah?” she responded.

“sit down, come here,” you patted the space next to where you were sitting, “do you think i’m pretty?”

isabela looked at you, your face a little bit too close to not have her heart racing, “i mean, yeah, you’re pretty. prettier than everyone i’ve ever seen, actually.”

“thanks, ‘bela,” you said with wide smile, “you’re pretty, too. but like, you’re the kind of pretty that isn’t just pretty. you’re the kind of pretty that makes me go wow she’s pretty everytime i look at your face.”

she blushed as flowers sprouted in her hair.

“oh my god, that’s adorable,” you commented as you reached out to take one of the flowers from her hair, “he hated flowers, you know?”

“who does?” she asked.

“hugo, my ex-boyfriend,” you said, and a part of her feels jealous at the mere fact of somebody else being lucky enough to have you.

“he sounds like a dick,” isabela said, making you laugh out loud. you were drunk, and fairly amused at your new friend.

“what’s so funny?”

“i just didn’t expect you to say things like that. to be honest, i expect you to say something like, maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, or some other corny shit. you know, i loved him so much but he wanted all these things that i just didn’t want. like, getting married and having kids and building our own perfect family,” you looked at her, tears rolling down your cheeks, “god, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t be letting this all out on you.”

“no, no, no,” isabela said, “it’s okay. i know what it’s like.”

“you do?”

“yeah,” she looked at you with sincerity in her dark eyes, “i was engaged to a man i didn’t love.”

you chuckled, “i guess i’m a little like you, huh?”

“i guess you are.”

i fall pretty hard, never really getting far | you make everyone look like they aren't anyone

a month had passed by and both of you were getting closer and closer. in fact, you spend all of your time together now and you were also invited to dinner at casita a few times, slowly becoming friends with each of the madrigals.

speaking of casita and the madrigals, you were on your way there since there was a party to celebrate dolores and mariano’s engagement.

as soon as you entered the festive environment, you immediately found yourself dancing with dolores with a drink in your hand, laughing and talking with the newly-engaged woman.

isabela sat on one of the tables and she lightly sipped on her drink, looking over at you with a little smile on her face.

god, you were so beautiful. and to god, she was grateful to be able to witness the beauty of you.

“never thought that i’d see the isabela madrigal so lovesick,” mariano’s familiar voice flooded her ears as he took a seat beside hers.

“what are you talking about, mariano?” she turned to look at the man.

“señorita (y/n), you’ve fallen for her, haven’t you?”

“i’ve known her for a month.”

“my point still stands,” mariano said, “i know a person in love when i see one, hermosa.”

“i don’t even know what in love is.”

“i mean, even i didn’t know what it meant to be truly in love. until dolores came along and all of the ideas i had of love turned out to be incorrect.”

“that’s real sweet of you to say, mariano.”

“but this isn’t about me, mi amiga. i know that you know that you are in love with (y/n), so what are you afraid of?”

“i’m not afraid,” isabela grumbled.

“why are you hiding your feelings?”

“why are we having this conversation?”

“isabela,” mariano looked at her seriously, “you do know that she’s only here for the summer, right? she’ll be leaving in less than two months. if i were you, i’d tell her how i feel. you never know, maybe you’ll give her a reason to stay.”

hours after the party has ended, isabela looked up at the ceiling as she laid on her bed. thinking about what mariano said. thinking about love. thinking about you.

gripping her blanket in harsh realization, she whispered to herself, “fuck, i’m in love with (y/n).”

i haven't felt a thing this year and i'm only tryin' to be sincere

“i heard you last night,” dolores nudged her favorite cousin with her elbow as they ate their breakfast.

“oooh, what did isabela say?” camilo teased.

“it’s a girl thing, you wouldn’t get it,” dolores dismissed her brother.

“i can be a girl,” camilo said before shapeshifting into you, causing isabela to drop her fork in shock, “so, what is it?

“can you not turn into (y/n)?” isabela said, annoyed.

“does it make you uncomfortable when i turn into your girlfriend? are you fighting the urge to make out with me right now?”

“ew!” isabela exclaimed, pushing camilo off his chair as he turned back to himself.

“what is going on over there?” abuela asked her three grandchildren at the other end of the table.

“nothing, abuela,” the three of them said in unison.

abuela alma went back to her food, and so did the rest of the family. camilo has turned the other way to bother mirabel and dolores nudged isabela with her elbow once again.

“i also heard señor valencia and (y/n) last night,” dolores said.

“and?”

“(y/n)’s leaving in two days.”

isabela’s world stopped.

“no. she’s leaving in two months,” isabela said, denying whatever it was that dolores said.

“her parents want her back home as soon as possible, isa.”

isabela stood up from the table and ran out of casita’s front door, ignoring sounds of confusion from her family. she ran to the direction of your house, bumping on some of the locals in the way. she knocked loudly once she finally reached your front door, impatience running through her knuckles.

you opened the front door, seeing isabela a heaving and sweaty mess, “isabela, what on earth-”

“i love you. and i’m sorry that i won’t be able to prove to you just how much i do because i was too much of a coward to admit it but i’m here now, and i can admit with my whole heart that i am so fucking in love with you and i’ve never met anybody quite like you-"

“isabela…”

“-and i’m sure that i never will. i know you’re leaving soon but i just can’t watch you go without telling you how i feel because i might just die if i keep it to-”

“isabela.”

“-myself. so i’m telling you again, (y/n), i am in love with you, and i’d tell you a million fucking times more if that’s what it takes for you believe-”

“isabela!”

“...yes?”

“i’m in love with you, too.”

“you are?”

“yes. and i’m not leaving any time soon. i don’t think i want to.”

isabela couldn’t help it. she took your face in her hands and kissed you, pouring each and every ounce of affection she had into your lips.

after a moment, she pulled away, “wait, did you say that you weren’t leaving anytime soon? i thought you were leaving in two days.”

“where’d you hear that from?” you chuckled.

isabela froze in realization, “i’m gonna kill dolores.”

you placed another kiss on her lips, causing her to blush.

“i think i might thank her, actually,” isabela said before kissing you back, wrapping her arms around your waist.

i've never seen something quite like you

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kkodzvken · 4 years ago

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suit up - hawks x f. reader

the one where keigo marries the girl of his dreams, and then takes her home and shows her just how loved she is. title cred/inspo: suit up by jonghyun

notes/warnings: smut and fluff (your teeth may rot and fall out, you’ve been warned), soft dom!keigo, praise kink, slight size kink, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex + creampie. reader and kei use the traffic light safe word system and they review it beforehand, and he checks in with her at one point but she’s green, so everything is 100% consensual. they flirt + kei says explicit things at the reception but nothing /actually/ happens in public. mentions of alcohol

wc: 5.3k

a/n: this idea’s been bouncing around my head for a while bc i wanna marry this dumbass so bad :’) my first full hawks fic!! im so happy hehe

Beautiful.

You’re so beautiful.

Keigo’s always known, of course. He’s found you beautiful since the very first moment that he laid his eyes on you, all those years ago. He tells you that you’re beautiful every single day, no matter how much you roll your eyes or jokingly tell him to shut up.

You’re beautiful all the time, but there are certain moments that leave him especially breathless. The day that you foolishly challenged Rumi to an arm-wrestling match. The determined look in your eye as you clenched your fist, sweat dripping down your brow and arm muscles straining (you lost, of course – the rabbit hero was ridiculously jacked). The brilliant smile that graces your face whenever he brings you flowers or little souvenirs from his work trips. The very first morning after you moved into his penthouse, when he woke up next to your peaceful sleeping form, and realized that he’d have mornings like this for the rest of his life.

The day that he flew you up to the mountains for a starlit picnic. The smile on your face as you polished off your meal, and the way that your hand flew up to your mouth when he got down on one knee. Your teary-eyed look of pure love as he slipped the ring onto your finger, the diamond gleaming like one of the stars that shone down on you. The way that your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist when he took you home and fucked you for hours.

And right now. Keigo swore that his heart damn near burst at the sight of you. The organist was playing, but he couldn’t hear the notes, couldn’t hear anything besides the blood rushing in his ears. Your hands clasped an elegant flower bouquet, and Keigo was sure that the blossoms were pretty, but he couldn’t spare even a second to glance at them. No, his entire focus was trained on you. You, with your beautiful dress that perfectly accentuated the body that he loved so much. When your eyes raised to meet his, and that perfect smile worked its way across your face… he had to bite his inner cheek to try and hold the tears back.

In a simultaneous eternity and heartbeat, you were handing off your bouquet to a bridesmaid and clasping Keigo’s large hands with your much smaller ones. The officiant was speaking, but Keigo didn’t process any of it. The sight of your eyes shining up at him, more beautiful than any of the stars in the night sky, was the only thing anchoring him to the world. He felt like he was floating through a dreamscape with only you, the happiness in his chest powerful and all-encompassing.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You’re talking to a group of your old friends from high school when a tap against your shoulder grabs your attention, and you turn to see your fiancé – no, your husband – smirking down at you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. “Excuse me, ladies,” he says to your friends. “Mind if I steal her for a moment?” His amber eyes glint mischievously, and you swear that a whole swarm of butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Your friends giggle and nod, and then Keigo’s spinning you around so that you’re face-to-face. He’s stunning, in his black suit and red dress shirt, the shade of crimson matching his wings perfectly. “Dance with me, dove,” he says, before leaning down to press a quick kiss against your lips. You nod, and he leads you towards the center of the venue, where most of your guests are dancing to some cheesy pop song. Keigo nods at the DJ, who nods back and switches to the music. Soft synth notes travel through the speakers, before the singer’s dreamy voice floods your ears.

Your hands find their way to his broad shoulders. His wings move to wrap around you protectively. You’re not sure if he even realizes that he does it – it’s such a normal thing, now, for him to shield you, to create a little cocoon for the two of you. You frown as you feel his muscles moving underneath your fingers. “You’re too tense,” you say, fingers gently kneading at the parts of his back that you can reach. “Let me give you a massage once we get home.”

He chuckles, one of his own hands coming up to capture yours. He laces your fingers together before bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. The look he gives you is so tender, the love radiating off his body so palpable, that it makes your knees feel week. “Sweet, but I’m the one who’s going to be taking care of you tonight.” You open your mouth to protest, but he tuts, and a feather flies up to shush at your lips. “No, listen. You’re driving me crazy. Every time I turn my head, I see you looking so damn beautiful that my heart stops. Makes me wanna just pull you away and rip that pretty dress off.”

You gasp at his words, a pretty blush dusting your cheeks. “Kei! People are gonna hear you!”

He shrugs, pulling you even closer and swaying your bodies lightly to the music. “Let them,” he says nonchalantly, but the glint in his eye is pure sin. He leans down so that his lips brush against the shell of your ear. You can’t help the shudder that wracks through your body as his warm breath hits your skin. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing like that. Did I make you flustered, baby?” His fingers release yours, instead gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Answer me, love.”

You nod, feeling small. Only Keigo can affect you like this, can reduce you to a trembling mess with just a few words.

You love it.

He smirks at your confession, pressing a kiss against your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours. “What do you say we jump ship, babe?” Your confusion must show on your face, because he continues. “I think I might die if I have to wait much longer to get my hands on you. And judging by the way you’re acting… I’d bet good money that you’re already dripping for me.”

“Kei!” You swat at his chest before burying your face in it. He laughs, one of his real, genuine laughs that makes your heart soar, before kissing the crown of your head.

“I don’t see you denying it.”

“Shut up.”

“Aw, is my cute little wife flustered?”

Wife. The word sounds so pretty rolling off his lips that you can’t resist retreating from the safety of his chest to press your lips against his. He cups your face with one of his large, rough hands and kisses you back. His wings shift to cover you up before the hand on your waist moves down to pinch at your ass – or, at least, it tries. The layers of your dress obstruct him, and he growls in frustration.

You can’t help but whine as well. You want him all the time, of course. Years of being together haven’t changed how fucking badly you want him all the time. You’d used up all your willpower behaving for the ceremony and the reception so far. You’d been good, had kept your hands to yourself throughout dinner and the toasts. But now, the mix of his body against yours, the dirty words that he’d whispered into your ear, and the cocktails running through your bloodstream were making it very hard for you to ignore the pooling heat between your legs.

You wanted him. You wanted your husband.

“Please,” you whisper. Under normal circumstances, you’d hate how whiny and pathetic you sound, but you’re too far gone to care. “Please, let’s go, Kei. Need you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A few whispered words to Rumi, and a knowing smirk from her, and you were gone. It was surprisingly easy to slip out the venue. You’d expected to be stopped by some nosy family member, but it seemed that everyone was too tipsy and having too much fun to care. Nevertheless, you had to be careful once you stepped out into the fresh night air. The number two hero’s wedding was perfect paparazzi bait. You didn’t even want to think about the feeding frenzy that the media would go into if they caught sight of you now.

The night sky was like a shield, though, and it protected you from prying eyes. You’d been discreet when picking the wedding and reception venues, and even more discreet in choosing your honeymoon destination. Tomorrow morning, you and Keigo would fly up to the mountains, where he’d rented a little cabin for the two of you. By some miracle, he’d managed to get a whole week off work – a whole week where you’d have him, entirely to yourself.

But right now, you aren’t thinking about tomorrow morning, or the lovely, peaceful honeymoon that you were about to embark on. Right now, the only thing you can think about is Keigo. Keigo, with his beautifully messy hair that moved like ocean waves as you soared through the air. There’s nothing in this world that you love more than flying with him, pressed against his sturdy body with his strong arms wrapped around you. Light pollution makes it hard to see the sky from the ground, but up here, the moon and stars are breathtaking.

Almost as breathtaking as your husband, who’s eyes are prettier than any stars could ever hope to be.

He looks down and catches you staring, taking him in with your wide, wondrous eyes. You can barely hear anything through the noise-cancelling headphones that he makes you wear whenever you fly, but his words reach you, clear as day – “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Your voice comes out small, stolen away by the rushing wind. You try again, louder this time. “I love you!”

He chuckles, chest shaking as he tries to keep his laughs contained. “You trying to one-up me? I can be loud too.” He takes a deep breath, before tipping his head back and shouting an I love you up into the heavens.

His lips are soft and sweet as candy when they dip down to meet yours. “I’m just so happy,” he whispers against you. “You make me so happy.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The moment that you set foot into the penthouse, you gasp.

“Oh, Kei,” you breathe, hand flying over your mouth.

He bounces nervously as he locks up the balcony door, not meeting your eye. “Do…do you not like it?”

You march up to him and grab his face in your hands, before standing up onto your tip-toes and planting a kiss on his forehead. “I love it, baby. Really, you’ve outdone yourself.”

He perks up at the praise, kissing your lips once before his hands move down and he picks you up, clean off the ground. You can’t hold your shrieking laugh back as he spins you around, a smile lighting up his face like a god damn Christmas tree.

The house is beautiful. Really, he did outdo himself. Back when you’d first started dating, he’d had to call off your six-month-anniversary date because of a mission. You’d assured him that it was fine, that you understood, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t upset. He promised that he would be back in a week at the latest. You’d spent the night with your friends, eating ice cream and watching shitty movies, and left for work the next morning. You weren’t expecting him back for a few days at least, but when you opened your door after an exhausting day at work, he was there, waiting for you. Scratches on his face and bandages on his arms, but he was there. And he’d decorated your apartment with flowers and fairy lights, centered around a haphazardly made blanket fort in the center of the living room. Little candles were placed across the room, each with a red feather standing guard, making sure that the flames didn’t accidentally get knocked over and grow. After you’d gotten over your initial shock – how the hell did you get in here, Kei – you ran into his arms and squeezed him, tight. He didn’t let go of you for the entire night – his body always pressed against yours, fingers constantly entwined, even as he made you cum so many times that you forgot your own name.

It was one of your fondest memories, one that always brought a smile to your face. You’d mentioned it offhandedly last week, while you were in the weeds with wedding planning. Honestly, you didn’t think that he’d even heard what you said, with how stressed and busy the two of you were. He was picking up extra patrols to make up for his honeymoon vacation time, and you were working your ass off to get your overbearing boss off your back.

But he had heard. He heard, and he listened, because that’s just the kind of lover – the kind of husband – that Keigo is. Attentive, sweet, and intuitive. You swear, he spoils you beyond belief. You don’t even know when he got the time to decorate the apartment today, but it’s beautiful. Even more beautiful than the decorations from your six-month-anniversary, because this time, the sight is sweetened by the knowledge that this is your shared home. This isn’t just your apartment, that your friends helped sneak him into so he could fancy it up. This is your shared space, where you’ll spend the rest of your lives together. Where you’ll wake up in his arms every morning, his wings wrapped around you protectively, fragmenting the morning light into shards of red. Where you’ll make meals together and laugh at his bad cooking, where you’ll take sanctuary from the harshness of the world. This place is your home. Keigo is your home.

He finally stops spinning, but refuses to set you down. Instead, he readjusts you so that he’s carrying you bridal style. You almost laugh at how cliché it is. It feels like something out of a cheesy rom-com, but you’re so happy that you feel like you’re in one of those rom-coms.

You do laugh out loud when you see the trail of petals leading to your bedroom. Keigo feigns disappointment, dramatically sighing. “Don’t laugh, princess, you wound me.” That just makes you laugh even more, and soon, he’s joining in, burying his face in your hair as he walks the two of you towards the bed. “C’mon, I’m trying to be romantic! Quit making me laugh!”

“I can’t help it,” you giggle as he gently places you onto the bed. Thankfully, he had the common sense to not put any petals on the actual bed, but the floor is absolutely covered. Blossoms line the walls as well, along with candles that bathe the room in their gentle glow. You take a second to admire how beautiful your husband looks in the soft light. The shadows make his wings seem that much bigger as they unfurl to their full size. He looms over you, looking like the most delicious mix of devil and angel that you’ve ever seen. There’s still a playful smile on his face, but something mischievous simmers beneath it.

“Hope you didn’t forget what you said at the reception hall, baby,” he says, eyes glinting. “What was it? Hmm, something like, need you, Kei, need you to take me home and fuck me, I’m already so wet for you.”

You groan and try to bury your face in your hands, but he’s too fast. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, easily wrapping them with just one of his large hands. “You’re making shit up,” you pout. “I only said the first part.”

“So you admit you said it? That you need me?”

“Shut up.”

“Mm, no thanks.”

You groan again, trying to suppress your smile. There are plenty of times that you and Keigo have had “serious” sex, but you mostly find yourself like this, devolving into giggles and teasing. There’s something about him that makes you feel so safe and at ease, and you can’t help yourself from giggling at his stupid remarks. He laughs, and releases your wrists to cradle your face with both his hands. He shifts so that he’s properly on top of you, his thighs on either side of your hips, and bends down to press kisses all over your face.

“My wife,” he breathes, in between kisses. “My sweet, beautiful, amazing wife. This dress is so pretty, but let’s take it off, my love. You don’t need it anymore.”

It takes a few minutes of awkward wriggling and tugging to finally remove the lace monstrosity, but at long last, the dress ends up on the floor. Keigo’s hands are on your body in an instant, fingers trailing over the curve of your waist and snapping the waistband of your panties. “God, you’ve got such pretty little lingerie on.”

“Wanted to dress up for you,” you say, pawing at his tie and trying to loosen the knot. It makes you feel small, to be so exposed while he’s still fully dressed. Normally you love to savor in that feeling, but right now, you need to feel his bare skin against yours. “Now take your clothes off, please.”

You finally manage to loosen his tie enough to pull it over his head. After stopping for another deep kiss, your hands continue their path over his body. His suit jacket comes off next, although he has to help you gently maneuver it off his wings. His cuff links clatter to the ground as you almost viciously rip off his dress shirt, and you moan when you finally feel his warm muscles.

You’re practically grinding into each other by now. Little whines leave your lips as you shamelessly roll your hips, seeking any friction you can get. You can feel his hardness, even through his thick pants, and you chase it with vigor. He’s not much better, a light blush dusting his face as he meets your rolls with shallow thrusts of his own. “Off, off, Kei, need to feel you,” you babble, fingers desperately trying to undo this belt buckle. Breathlessly, he pushes your fingers aside and pulls his belt off, unceremoniously throwing it across the room. You half expect it to collide with a candle and set the entire building on fire, but a few feathers fly out to catch it and gently set it down.

You don’t waste a second in pulling his pants down and throwing them as well, trusting that a feather will keep it from crashing into anything. Your fingers try to pull down the waistband of his boxers, but he tuts and grabs your hand.

You look up at him with pleading eyes. “Please,” you whine.

The smile on his face is gentle beyond belief as he answers. “I told you that I was going to take care of you tonight, baby. Let me make you feel good, okay? Can I make you feel good?”

You want to protest, want to beg him to stuff your face or your cunt and fuck into you until you’re lightheaded, but Keigo’s insistent about making you cum at least twice before even thinking about his own pleasure. And you can’t deny that you’re aching for him. You’re certain that you’ve soaked through your flimsy panties by now, and your mind is hazy with want.

You nod. Keigo takes your face in his hand, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Can you give me your colors too?”

You force your mind to push through the fog, force your heavy lips to move and form words. “G-green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

“Good girl.” The praise goes straight to your core, and you whine. “Oh, baby, I know I just vowed to give you everything you could ever want, but you’re so damn needy. Be patient for me, okay? Let me touch you.”

You nod obediently, but you can’t fight the urge roll your hips and feel him again. With a soft, scolding noise, he presses one of his hands into your hipbone, effectively pinning you to the mattress. Try as you might, you can’t squirm away. He’s so ridiculously strong, his muscles toned from years of training and hero work, that you’re no match for him. But it’s not so bad. You love the dominance that oozes off his body as he moves down, his hands and tongue exploring every inch of skin that they can find. His teeth nip at the sensitive spot on your neck, the spot that always makes you melt for him. You shamelessly sigh and tilt your head to give him more access.

His right hand, the one that isn’t currently pinning you to the mattress, plays with the lacy edges of your bra. He palms you through the thin fabric, making you groan and arch your back into his touch. It’s not enough, you need more, need to feel more of him before you lose your mind. He seems to read your mind, because he doesn’t even bother to unclasp the bra, electing instead to rip it clean off your body. The snap of the straps breaking makes you gasp, but you revel in the sting of the elastic bouncing back against your skin.

“Couldn’t wait,” he says, not a hint of shame on his face. “You know how much I love to tease, but fuck, I need you now.”

He’s a bit more ceremonious when he removes your panties, choosing to use a hardened feather to slice through the fabric instead of just ripping with brute force. He fucking moans at the sight of you, wet and needy for him. It sounds like absolute heaven, but you don’t have even a second to revel in it before he’s diving into you. The sudden rush of pleasure is electrifying, and you go to instinctively slam your legs shut, but Keigo’s hand is too fast again. His tongue doesn’t falter for even a second as his fingers dig into your thighs and push you open. His lips wrap around your clit and suck, and he’s outrageously loud as he moans into your sex. It’s all so much – he’s licking at you like a man on death row, coaxing little whines and gasps from your lips.

His beautiful eyes are trained on yours, pupils blow out with love and lust. He memorizes every little expression that flits across your beautiful face as he eases a finger into you, eyes only leaving your face to admire the way that your little cunt sucks him in. But he can’t tear his gaze away from you, and the way your mouth falls open, or the way that your eyes flutter and roll back. The way that your hands ball up into fists, alternating between grabbing the bedsheets and lacing through his hair. Fuck, he loves how you pull at his hair when his fingers curl up against that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Loves the little curses and gasps of his name that spill past your lips as he scissors and thrusts his digits deeper and deeper into your perfect pussy.

“Cum for me, princess,” he groans. “Please, cum for me, need you to be a good girl and cum for me.”

And, well, you did just vow to give him everything that he could ever want.

You throw your head back and almost sob as you gush all over his face and fingers. He’s insatiable, licking and fingering you all through it, desperately trying to lap up every single drop of your juices. Your body is shaking, and you whimper, the overstimulation building until it’s too much, until you’re crying out too much, Kei, ‘s too much!

“Give me your color, baby,” he says, slowing his assault against your body.

“G-green,” you stutter out, the words as shaky as your legs. “Green, don’t stop, it’s just – ah! Kei!”

Your verbal confirmation was all he needed to dive back in, sucking at you with even more vigor than before. His fingers twist and curl against your spot, and his tongue lashes at your clit. He doesn’t stop for even a second, burying himself in your heat. It’s all you can do to maintain your grip on his hair, tugging at it just the way that he loves. You’re thrust headfirst into your second orgasm of the night, crying out his name and positively sobbing at the onslaught of sensations.

When he finally pulls away, the lower part of his face is soaked with your cum. He makes a show of licking his lips clean, not breaking eye contact with you, no matter how much you blush and squirm. He saves his fingers for you, though. A gentle tap at your lips is all it takes for you to obediently open your mouth and take in his digits. You swirl your tongue around, eyes lidded with the afterglow of your pleasure.

But you’re not finished, are nowhere near finished. You suppose that you are being needy, but how could you not, when your husband looks like an absolute fucking god? The candlelight makes your cum on his face glisten beautifully. You whine and pull him in for a kiss, mashing your lips against his and greedily swiping your tongues together. It’s sinful. You can taste yourself on him, and it makes you shudder, makes you need him that much more.

“Please, please fuck me,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his slim waist and trying to pull him closer, closer, closer. “Please, Kei, need you inside me, need my husband inside me.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, so quietly that you would’ve missed it if you didn’t feel the word formed against your lips. “Fuck, baby, okay.” His hand slides between your bodies and quickly pushes his boxers down. He uses a feather to pull them all the way off, because he can’t be bothered to focus on that, not when you’re practically drooling at the sight of his cock.

Your fingers twitch, and you aren’t able to hold back any longer. Your hand finds his cock, marveling at how heavy and perfect he feels as you wrap your fingers around him and guide him towards your sopping cunt. You pause before you slide him in, though, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Can I ride you? Please?”

He curses again under his breath, practically shivering at your words. His strong hands reposition the both of you, until you’re sitting on his thigh and he’s leaning back against the headboard. He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “Well, then? Get to work, princess.”

You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at his antics. “What happened to Mr. Let-Me-Take-Care-Of-You?”

“He’ll come out later. If my pretty wife wants to ride me, she gets to ride me.”

You laugh for real this time, but it quickly turns into a moan as you sink yourself down on his length. No matter how many times you take him, he always overwhelms your senses, always stretches you so deliciously. You lean your forehead against his and give yourself a second to adjust, and then you’re rolling your hips, little whines leaving your lips.

“Feels so good, Kei.” You throw your head back, your fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back to anchor yourself. “You always feel so good.”

His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he takes you in. He’s memorizing every inch of your body, every detail and movement that he absolutely fucking adores. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he whispers, seemingly more to himself than you. “So beautiful. I’m so lucky.”

Your thighs burn, but you force yourself to ignore the pain. You’d rather die than stop right now. His strong arms encircle your waist, and his wings surround your bodies, ruffling with every one of your movements.

You want to ignore your exhaustion, but your husband is perceptive as ever. His hips raise up to meet you, and it sends a fresh wave of pleasure through your body. You’re shaky, though, and you’re getting sloppy.

Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being spun over and pinned to the mattress. A gasp leaves your lips, and you whine as his cock slips out of you. Your hand reaches out and paws around wildly, searching for him through your haze. Keigo’s quick to kiss you and shush your protests, entwining his rough fingers in your searching hand and stroking his thumb against your palm.

“Relax, angel. Let me take care of it.”

He slides into you again, making you both moan. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, clenching and fluttering around him. He pauses once he bottoms out. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and he presses sweet kisses all over your skin.

You wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze, trying desperately to make him move. “Keigo, baby, please,” you whine, fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back.

He coos, cupping your face and kissing you before he readjusts himself. “Of course, pretty girl.”

His thrusts are deep and hard, so hard that they make the entire bed shake. Your eyes flutter shut, but he grips your jaw and begs you to keep them open – please, baby, look at me, need to see my pretty wife fall apart.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans, teeth nipping at your lips. “So perfect, and all mine.”

“All yours,” you agree. You’re practically babbling by this point, unable to stop the noises slipping past your lips. You’re floating on a cloud, soaring through the sky, anchored only by his body against yours. “You’re so deep in me, Kei, can feel you so deep in me. Please, ‘m so close, just a lil’ bit more, Kei.”

He coos again, hand slipping down to toy with your clit. You wail, sinking your teeth into his shoulder as the coil in your stomach snaps and you gush uncontrollably. You can’t do anything but cry out for him, can’t do anything but cling onto him and shake and twitch. The feeling of you clenching around him is too much, and with a broken fuck and a cry of your name, he spills inside of you. He fucks you through it, the obscene sounds of your combined release making you feel lightheaded and weak.

He holds you for a few minutes, just like that, bodies entwined. You both pant and try to catch your breath. The weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, so you protest when he finally pulls out and sits back to admire the way that his seed drips out of you.

“Come back,” you complain. “What kind of husband doesn’t give cuddles to his wife?”

“The kind of husband who needs to clean her up,” he says with a chuckle. “C’mon, let’s go take a bath.

Your body feels boneless with exhaustion and the hazy afterglow of your three orgasms, so you’re grateful when he scoops you into his arms. You tuck your face into his neck and hum contentedly, unable to stop the giddy smile that blooms across your face.

“I love you, Kei,” you say, planting little kisses over his neck and jaw.

“I love you too, princess,” he says, grinning and poking your nose. He laughs when you scrunch it up and scowl at him. But, with how cute he looks, you just can’t hold the scowl for long. Soon, you’re giggling too.

You look up at him with so much love that it makes his heart ache. His eyes grow a bit more serious, and he dips his head to kiss at your swollen lips. “I mean it, baby. I’m so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.”

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volleychumps · 4 years ago

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« Progressive Rivalry

Omg I love your blog 🥺 could I get a scenario or one shot with iwaizumi or Sakusa (or honestly any character you’d like!) where u run into each other at every tournament and it started out as a bitter rivalry but then they got rly worried bc u got hurt and they’re like “why do I care!?” Does that make sense? Ahaha 😅

~ just why do you keep running into the guy you hate most, especially when he equally hates your guts as well?

format: One-Shot

genre: fluff

- includes: Iwaizumi Hajime

Warning(s): swearing, slight mention of blood, enemies to lovers trope

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“Oh look, my best friend’s here.”

“Fuck off.”

A sarcastic grin tickles your lips as you place a hand over your chest, pouting mock-affectionately as the dark haired spiker wipes at his sweaty neck with a damp towel. You adjust the gym bag on your arm as the rest of your team begins to warm up, already used to this turn of events.

“Aw, Iwa! You always manage to warm my cold, dead heart. If you have a crush on me, just say so. Are you some kind of stalker?”

“Hah? A stalker? You wish.” Iwaizumi stands as the red-headed one and popular brunette behind him stifle their amused laughter into their fists. “Who would like looking at your ugly mug all day?”

The spiker’s failed attempt to intimidate you with his height had your smile widening in challenge, the insult not hurting a bit. In fact, you lean a little closer, fake sniffing as if he had genuinely hurt your feelings.

“Yep. I definitely want this temperamental six year old in the body of a seventeen year old to show an ounce of interest in me. How’d you know?”

“How can I not show interest in things that perturb me?”

“So you are interested.” You wink. “Don’t hurt your pretty little head over using words that are too complicated for your brain.” You lean around him to shoot a sweet smile to his teammates, ignoring the flash of irritation across Iwa’s face.

“Issei, Oikawa, Hiro!” You flash a thumbs up, your pretty smile almost blinding. “You guys were cool.”

“Y/N-chan~ you’re such an angel!”

“Angel my ass.”

“Oh. You’re still here.” Your voice falls dejected as Iwaizumi gains an irk mark on his forehead. Glancing back at your team, you smile and wave at the other three. “Gotta go warm up, cheer for me!”

“Good luck!” Matsukawa calls after you, merely grinning when Iwaizumi shoots him an irritated stare.

“Not gonna wish the love of your life a good game?” Hanamaki questions, already beginning to walk off while smirking into his water bottle as his dark-haired friend merely scoffs. The teasing from his trio of “friends” wasn’t anything new.

“I don’t think that thing is capable of loving.”

“Yeah yeah, you love her, we get it.”

Iwaizumi groaned inwardly, sitting down tiredly on the bleachers to rest up as your team littered your side of the net. His jaw clenched when you offered him a lazy wave, kneeling slightly in your position as a libero.

There were many things Iwaizumi had could say about your character or even the irritating smile on your lips at his blatant annoyance, but he couldn’t deny how well your team mixed. Oikawa whistled lowly as Hanamaki absently mentions to Matsukawa about how the other team hardly stood a chance.

Iwaizumi blinks, feeling a pit of annoyance in his gut as the boys in the stands whistled at every save you made, the pit deepening even further at the smile you cast in their direction.

“You’ll get frown marks Iwa-Chan!”

“Shut the hell-”

“Oh shit! Y/N!”

Iwaizumi’s head whips back in the direction of your match at the sound of Hanamaki’s exclamation just in time for the collision.

And then his breath caught in his breath so abruptly he almost choked.

You clutched your ankle, teeth biting so deep into your lip so hard Iwa swore he could see a bead of blood as you withheld an obvious wail of pain. Your teammate knelt by your side with a hand clamped over her mouth in shock, Iwa being able to make out from your teammates’ panic that someone had accidentally shoved you so hard to the side you swore you heard your ankle snap in an attempt to stabilize yourself.

“Y/N-chan!”

“Is she okay?”

But Iwa wasn’t listening, all distaste for you seeming to drown out of his system as he wondered,

wondered why the hell he cared so much about the girl who tried her hardest to get under his skin. Your witty retorts, your wide grin, the softness of your irises, and the pang in his chest every time you jokingly bumped your shoulder against his in passing-

that same girl who’s cheeks were now shining with spilled tears causing him to rise to his feet.

“Oi Iwaizumi, where are you going?”

He didn’t spare a glance to your teammates as they silently made way for the wide-shouldered spiker, dark eyes assessing the damage as he bent down, swooping you up into his arms as if you hadn’t weighed a thing. He ignored the stares and wolf whistles from his team as he hurried out of the gym and in the direction of the infirmary towards the specialists who were trained for these events, heart tugging at the sound of your whimpers.

“I’ve had dreams about this.” You mumble, eyes clenched shut as tears built up on your closed eyelids, arms wrapping around his neck tighter as you buried your face in his neck. “Please be hot, that’s all I’m asking for.”

“You’re still joking at a time like this?” Iwa’s voice cracks at the proximity, wondering why on earth his chest was pounding in his ears as your eyes shot open. Immediately, you begin to squirm, your face heating up as Iwaizumi continues his hurried stride, barely sparing you a glance.

“You’re taking me?”

“No.”

“Don’t be sarcastic with me!”

Iwaizumi leans his head in the opposite direction, away from the volume of your voice, but he couldn’t stop the slight tilt of amusement on the right side of his lips as you seemed distracted by the obvious pain in your ankle. Mission successful.

He ignores your protests to set you down, frowning at your claims to wanting anyone else to have taken you. Even the brunette one.

“See, now that’s just plain insulting.” Iwa’s eyes narrow at you as he finally sets you down on one of the cots, about to walk off to find the doctor before a hand weakly tugs at the bottom of his jersey.

“....I think they’ll come soon. Can you...just stay? Just until they come?”

Iwaizumi blinked. Then blinked again.

Iwaizumi clears his throat, recovering from his shock before pulling up a stool and grabbing a nearby first aid kit. He tilted your chin up with his fingers, his gentle touch causing your cheeks to flare up as your eyes took on a vulnerable edge.

“Why do you hate me so much?” It was genuine curiosity, anything to alleviate the strange heaviness in his chest when he acknowledged that fact that you despised him so.

Your eyes widen at the sudden attack, wincing a little as the cotton pad dabs at your lips, soaked in alcohol. “Why do you?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Oh-”

“I just think you’re annoying as hell.”

“Well I think that not a single thought goes on behind those pretty eyes.”

“So you think my eyes are pretty?”

The silence is heavy as you shake your head no quickly, causing Iwa to click his tongue and scold you to stay still as he keeps his eyes trained on your-

oh god he’s looking at your lips.

“Yes.” You’re almost whispering, shyly avoiding his widened gaze as you lean away from him.

He stumbles over his words at your direct response, unprepared for the way in which you lean a little further back, eyes nervous and not at all the sarcastic gleam he knows as he swallows back the lump in his throat.

“Well,” and then his hand is cupping the side of your face as he tugs you closer, confusion swirling in his head as his heart surges him forward, practically mumbling against your lips in a daze before he could stop himself.

“I think you’re prettier.”

He wanted to smirk at how he could practically see smoke puff out of your head.

“Even if you hate me?”

“I’m honestly not sure I ever did.”

The distance is closed by you, a hand coming up to run your fingers through his dark locks as his thumb strokes your cheek, lips moving feverishly together as you attempt to pull back-

If he let you go, would you go back to hating one another?

only for him to kiss you back even harder as if he was satiating some sort of hunger, a smile growing on your lips before a shot of pain shoots through your leg, bringing you back to reality as you whine against his lips. Iwaizumi gasps, ignoring your giggles and assuring words that you’re fine, carefully laying you down on your back while elevating your ankle.

“Y/N.”

“First name basis? Look at us skipping all the necessary steps.” you tug your hair out of it’s knot, attempting to redo it with a hair tie between your lips as the pain in your ankle falls to a dull throb.

“What did....are we...?”

“Does the Iwaizumi Hajime want to know if we’re a thing or not?” Your smile has his cheeks flushing, stare becoming irritated.

“Oi. Nevermi-”

“Yes, idiot. Now run along and fetch my things, will you?”

He rolls his eyes at your playful wink, ensuring your injured ankle was positioned properly before beginning to exit the infirmary-

“And Iwa?”

“What is it, doll?”

Your chest leaps at the nickname, Iwaizumi beginning to smirk at the change in expression on your face before you clear your throat.

“Thank you.”

It was one of the most sincere things you had ever said to him.

Your unexpected boyfriend kissed you on the lips a second time after a few strides, any confusion within him seeming nonexistent as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The way you gazed up at him had his chest doing somersaults, wondering if you were both just denying the attraction you felt towards one another before fate took its turn.

“Nah, I should be thanking you.”

“For what?”

“Hurting your ankle-”

“Get out.”

Iwa’s feeling like an idiot with the lilt to his lips when the door slides shut and something hits the door where his head would have been, the slight smile fading back to his usual scowl at the sight before him.

His three friends had identical grins on their faces, Matsukawa holding a #1 fan balloon and Hanamaki decked out in merch from your school. He narrows his eyes at the bouquet of flowers tucked behind Oikawa’s back. All obviously from the themed store of the tournament.

Guess he didn’t need to worry about whether or not you would enjoy his idiotic friends’ company.

“So you're whipped. Didn’t see that one coming.”

“Whatever.”

“Iwa, where are you going?”

“...to go get her things.”

“You so love her.”

“Shut the hell up and don’t enter her room until I get back.”

It was only when the dark-haired spiker turned the corner, looking behind and in front of him before his back hits a nearby wall as he attempts to calm his heartbeat, swearing he had never felt such a wild surge of energy through his veins as his lips tingled with the taste of you. He sighs, touching the hair tie that he stole from you when he kissed you a second time from within his pocket, wondering just when his hatred melted into the exact opposite.

He was so whipped.

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fairyoftbz · 3 years ago

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jealousy | l. hyunjae

🌊 pairing: bf! hyunjae x fem! reader 🌊 wc: 1.9k 🌊 synopsis: at the beach, your mood suddenly swings, and your boyfriend is too oblivious to understand why you're feeling that way. 🌊 genre: angsty fluff, comfort, very cliché, fluffy end 🌊 tw: insecurities, self body-shaming, a petty fight at the beginning 🌊 a/n: yeah I went to the pool the other day and it was pretty much this, except that I didn't have a hyunjae by my side lol... and Spotify played this olivia rodrigo's song a moment after.. but happy birthday to Hyunjae in advance!!! 🥰 🌊 requested: no!

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“What kind of fuckery is that?” you ask yourself when you take a look around you at the beach while Hyunjae was settling your stuff down in the sand, trying not to get too much sand on the cooler. He removed his t-shirt to be more comfortable, girls built like models ogled at your boyfriend’s back and abs, giggling together and biting their lips as they saw his muscles move around.

The beach was filled with slim, fit people, either working out or getting that tan for Instagram. The girls were so pretty and looked like models that could sign with Marc Jacobs, which had the ability to make you even more insecure than you already were. A feeling of uneasiness settled inside your body, especially your heart, who felt heavy with insecurity when you took another great look at the people hanging out around you.

“Here darling, take a seat,” he said as he placed down a wide tablecloth on the sand with your towel on it, thanking him with a brief smile before guiding him to plant the parasol to let you rest in the shade together.

His shoulders and biceps glistened with sweat as he stopped digging to hammer the parasol pole in the sand, rubbing the grains off his fingers to finally sit down next to you. His smile subsided when he noticed you staring into space, gaze on the water, a weary look painted on your face.

“Y/N, is there something wrong? Don’t you want to go in the water?” he quizzed you, not really understanding your mood swing. You were so excited when he offered to go to the beach, and now, you looked sad, almost disappointed to be there.

“You can go ahead, I’ll join you later,” you said as you rested on your back, covering your face with your straw hat.

Hyunjae observed you laying down, frowning as you didn’t even remove your beach dress. Something felt odd, weird. You loved being there and having fun in the water. What was going on?

He looked around to see what could have upset you this much, but he couldn’t find anything. People, friends and couples were laughing and enjoying the sun, just like he had expected you to do with him.

You open your eyes and clench your jaw when Hyunjae lifted your hat off your face, a veil of concern forming in his eyes. Shifting his weight on one hand, the other caressed your upper thigh, the warmness of his palm contrasting with your shivering skin.

“Did I do something that made you mad?” he dared to ask another question, trying to get a glimpse of your thoughts to try to understand what was actually going on. “No you didn’t. I just don’t want to go in the water now, the wind is making me cold,” you lied and Hyunjae sighed, understanding that you wouldn’t share what was on your mind for now.

He kissed your cheek anyway, mouth lingering on your skin a bit longer than usual and stood up, removing his cap and sunglasses while looking at the people around you with a frown. You watch him calmly walk to the water, silently watching the waves crash against his feet, calves and knees the further he walked in the ocean, his glistening back muscles moving as he raised his arms to dive underwater.

You sighed and rolled on your stomach, your back facing the shore as you folded your arms, using the back of your palm as a cheek rest, closing your eyes in the process. A single tear rolled down your cheek, captured by the edge of your sunglasses, followed by many more, letting the insecurities invade your mind. You didn’t even want to look at all the slim, IG models look alike smirking and eyeing your boyfriend up and down as he walked by. You already felt so uneasy to be here, you didn’t want to add fuel to the fire by looking at what you’ve always dreamt to look like being attracted to your partner.

But Hyunjae didn’t even notice those girls. His frown deepened even more when he only saw the back of your body, something quite usual coming from you. You absolutely adored the beach and the ocean, remembering one of your first dates where you told him that the beach - especially at sunset - was your solace, and now you were facing away from this source of comfort. Plus, there were occasions where you came here without really wanting to go in the water, just to enjoy the warmth and the sight of the ocean, happily waving at your boyfriend that was having fun in the water while you stayed in your seat.

He didn’t even notice them looking at him, because his eyes and mind were focused on you and you only, trying to find what had caused you to become this weary and down all of a sudden. He didn’t feel the same when you weren’t looking at him, when you shut yourself out and let your brain overthink on its own, refusing his help. A pinch of discomfort tightened his heart, regretting that he wasn’t as good at reading people as much as he wished to.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, what’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours,” he mumbled under his breath as he got out of the water, still not noticing that the source of your uneasiness were the ones staring at him, a few metres away from him as he walked back to you.

Droplets of salty water landed on your cheek and forearm as Hyunjae bent down to kiss your temple, forcing a tired smile on your face to try and not let anything show on your face.

“Is the water good?” you mindlessly asked as Hyunjae rested on his stomach, just like you, pushing his front pieces of hair back before putting his cap on.

“It’s a bit fresh at first, but once you’re in it, it’s good. You’d love it,” his voice trailed at the end of his sentence, eyes trying to probe your soul and bribe you to join him in the water.

“That’s great,” you nodded and sniffled, handing a bottle of water from the cooler to your boyfriend. He uncapped it but stopped, shifting on his side, resting his weight on his elbow.

“Babe, please, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting strangely since we got here, what’s going on?” he asked, voice ringing with frustration. You briefly looked at him before looking at the ocean, letting out a big sigh.

“Can’t you see anything, Jaehyun? Can’t you see that everyone around me, including you, looks like they just walked out of a Dior photoshoot by how slim and fit and pretty they look? That you have all the girls around us that ogle at you like you’re single? Yes I’m mad, yes I’m insecure, but I have my reasons, don’t you think?” you spat out your insecurities with teary eyes to your boyfriend’s face, who looked at you like he just saw a ghost.

That, was the last thing he had imagined. He never thought that you would get so insecure about this because you looked like the most beautiful girl in his eyes. He was about to speak up, but he placed himself in your shoes for a quick second, insecurities, as well as anger, started boiling in his veins as he imagined men looking at you like a fresh piece of meat.

You started scratching the skin around your thumb, a habit that you picked up when you were stressed and nervous and tears gathered in your eyes as you tried to ignore some girls still looking at and trying to flirt with your man. You wrapped your arms around your knees and pressed your chin on top of it, only to have Hyunjae positioning behind you to have you between his legs, wrapping his arms around your middle to press you against him.

He grabbed your hand to stop you from scratching it and he pressed his mouth against your shoulder, remaining silent as he tried to search for his words.

“No. I didn’t see any of those people, because I don’t care about how they look. I don’t care if the girls look like skinny models or if you find their faces pretty. Do you find the men here handsome ?”

“No,” you said in a wobbly voice, eyes glued to the ocean.

“Why?”

“Because I love you and I only have eyes for you,” you said in a shaky voice and Hyunjae remained in silence for a few seconds, knowing that you were smart enough to get what he was implying.

“So I don’t look at girls because?”

“Because you love me,” you said, voice wavering as tears rolled down your cheeks, Hyunjae holding you close to his chest, trailing salty kisses from your neck up to your cheek.

“Of course I love you, and with all my heart. I wouldn’t be with you if that weren’t the case.”

He grabbed your chin and you shifted to the side, sitting perpendicularly to him. His hands cupped your cheeks to make you look at him and he offered you a gentle smile, his thumbs wiping the paths the tears left on your skin when they rolled down your cheeks.

“I only see you, Y/N. You’re much more than looks, and you can’t say that you are horrible next to them. You are just yourself, someone more honest, prettier and funnier than all those girls around us. They don’t interest me at all, I only care about you. It’s not my problem if they think I’m handsome. As long as you’re in love with me, I'm at my happiest,” he caressed your cheek with tenderness, holding a huge amount of love for you in his eyes. You nodded, trying to make his words imprint in your brain and ignore everything and everyone that was surrounding you, but it was far from being easy.

You delicately touched his cheek and he kissed your inner palm while holding eye contact, assuring you that he only had eyes for you.

“Do you want to go in the water? Yes?” his eyes sparkled with joy as you nodded with a smile, your boyfriend springing to his feet and removed his cap, getting all excited when he watched you remove your beach dress.

“Stop staring at me like that Jae, we’re in public,” you giggled as you threw your dress at him, who hummed your perfume on the fabric before dropping it on your towel.

“I won’t. I want to let everyone know that I only have eyes for you,” he said as he grabbed your hand and started running towards the water, entering it with a big splash and laughter.

You dove underwater to get used to the salty water, reappearing at the surface a few seconds later, Hyunjae smiling at you. He wrapped your legs around his waist and held you close, pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss.

“Chill, chill,” you laughed as you pulled away breathless, Hyunjae’s hands caressing your body.

“No, no, I wanna show them that they don’t have a single chance against you. And that you’re taken,” he grunted the last part of his sentence, making you giggle and hugging him close.

“Thank you, Jae,” you mumbled and your boyfriend stares at you with a reassuring smile, pressing his lips to your temple.

“I love you Y/N,” you held eye contact again and Hyunjae was happy to see your smile, kissing your lips the following second.

Gosh, you were so in love with each other.

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sweettodo · 4 years ago

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a simple competition.

⟿ Hisoka Morow x freader x Chrollo Lucilfer

Includes : threesome, toys, smut, not even a good plot but yk, consumption of alcohol

word count : 2,7k.

my last little surprise for you guys, some more threesum action .... here you go puppies. THX FOR 300 [ almost 400 rn :) ] <3 !!! your favorite men at your disposal... [y/n is aged].

fun fact, I'm eating takis rn, are these spicier than usual or am I imagining things ? i’m also watching ‘malcolm and marie’ AMAZING movie, i highly suggest it, the dynamic of the two is so detailed, such a good movie.

••

Maybe it wasn't a clever idea to drink, but once you attained that nice and warm sensation in your gut, there was certainly nothing stopping you from finishing the already half-empty bottle of pink whitney.

Laying sprawled out on the couch, staring at the ceiling as the room slowly spins around you. Content and relaxed with your position.

It wasn't your fault, Pakudona reassuring you that it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun tonight, that Chrollo wouldn't heed if you crashed here for the night, he was tipsy, manspreading on the other end of the couch, eyes puffy and glossed over, enjoying the quiet.

Music was playing thirty minutes previously, but as the night went on, one by one, the others hit the road to sleep off their intoxication, it was already past midnight.

One person had yet to leave, that was Hisoka... of course.

He wandered back into the living room, plopping down next to you and your friend on the couch, "leaving anytime soon? Y/n?"

You shook your head, "staying the night." Hisoka's arched eyebrows rise, a little smile tugging at the niche of his mouth.

"Is that so?" Chrollo sits up, staring at the kaleidoscopic man, a sarcastic undergone on his tongue.

"That's what happens when you drive here, and drink" You nod, "although I didn't quite intend on you staying the night, Morow." He hums, Hisoka pinches the corner of the thin card, waving it back and forth teasingly.

"I can't let you have our playmate all to yourself," you roll your eyes.

"It's not like that," you mutter, staring the magician in the eyes, "I couldn't leave if I wanted to."

"That is true," Chrollo interjects, "that doesn't mean you want to leave though, is it?" you shrug.

"No, I wanna stay, got an issue with that?" you ask, he shakes his head.

"Of course not- although, I suppose Hisoka would be better off on his way."

You estimated things would only get progressively worse from here, the moment Hisoka's bloodlust began to fill the air, you felt this was your cue; before you're able to leave the room, Hisoka's hand is fastened around your wrist, sitting you back down.

"Oh, you can't flee now," dread fills your face, "come on, we might as well finish the conversation."

You and Chrollo both knew what he was talking about. No matter how petty or pathetic, it appears to be that the rivalry between the two never seemed to subside, even drunk.

"Go on, since you have so much to say."

"Am I wrong for thinking my friend is a pretty girl? I seem to remind her more than you do."

"You seem to think you own her, it's pitiful honestly, " Blushing, you look down at your thighs, "do you think she's pretty, Chrollo?"

"I do. I think she knows that right?" you peek up at him, he gleams and tilts his head.

"Look at her, my, you must like us flattering you." You shake your head.

"That's because you neglect to tell her more often, does Chrollo ever call you pretty?" with Hisoka pushing Chrollo's every button, tensions were surging, both men now at the edge of their seats- literally.

"No, he doesn't," you speak, the magician letting out a deep chuckle, you felt like you were being scrutinized, the eyes burning into you felt poisonous and dour, you felt minuscule compared to them.

"I could do so much better than call you pretty, right kitten?" your heart sinks to your stomach, gulping hard. It was too hard to look at them in the eyes as you sunk further into the couch.

"Are we making you nervous?"

The inquiry continues.

"Yeah- you are." You retort, "you guys are talking about me like I'm not here."

"Then let's ask the lady herself, y/n." Looking up to meet Hisoka's gaze, "who do you think could take better care of you?"

Heart pounding out of your chest, your stomach filled with butterflies, "I- I don't know, I've never thought about it." Laughing, you look to see Chrollo, who's standing to his feet.

"I think I know a way to help you decide," smug smile peeking from his face, "unless you don't want to?"

A single nod is all they needed to know, Hisoka standing to his feet, seeing how you sat on the couch as still as a statue, "please don't be so tense, you know how good we are to you." Hisoka slowly picks up your hand.

He's steering you to your feet, "what do you have in mind, Chrollo?" the man leading you two upstairs.

"I think I have something that'll work out for all of us."

The dress you wore to this get-together now seemed like you were exposed, bare, and vulnerable, you knew what their agenda was, you didn't fancy the idea of being the center of attention.

Chrollo slowly clicking open his door, walking in, and promptly turning on the light, you're led to the side of his king-sized bed, his room was both contemporary and warm, comforting feeling; the walls a deep vermilion, the sheets plush, soft and black tones.

"We should leave it up to our little kitten to decide," the buttons on his shirt slowly coming undone, stopping at his sternum.

"What do you think, Morow?" Hisoka looks at you with low eyes.

"I'll go first."

Chrollo stalks towards you, sitting there falling apart at the seams, Chrollo's large and reaching behind your ear, thumb gently caressing your jawline, side to side, "you okay with this? Sweetheart?" you nod, the name sending jolts between your thighs.

Hisoka's rubbing your bare leg, sitting next to you on the mattress as his fingertips trail up and down, his hand stopping inside your thigh and pressing a leg open, Chrollo clasping your other knee and you lay on your back

"I'll get some time to please you, Hisoka gets the same when I'm done, yes?"

You're breathless, Hisoka grabbing you and pressing your back against him, his hands pinching the seams of your dress, "cute little dress- you should wear it more often for me." He hums, rolling it up, your thighs buckled together while lifting your back off the mattress, the dress sitting bunched up at your hips, the panties you wore sitting on your hips.

"My, who knew she would wear something so- revealing." Arms linking around your own, Hisoka keeps you completely locked in place.

"Did you wear these for me? Kitten?" Chrollo asks, shaking your head no.

Tugging at the little strong which hardly kept you covered, “I'll keep these, yeah?” you nod, the pants of Chrollo’s fingers barely ticking you, brushing against your already anxious body.

"Stay still for me, okay?"

"Okay." You breathe.

Hand leaning over past Hisoka, he's opening up the drawer beside his bed.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the little pink toy, compact in nothing bugger than four inches long, he sits on the bed in front of you, bringing the little object to your core.

He switches it on the lowest setting, the only noise in the room was the quiet buzzing of the vibrator as he barely touches your clit, the tiniest contact with the toy having your chest rise and fall, "keep these open for me, okay princess?" his fingers hook below your panties, pulling them down and placing them beside him.

"Such a pretty pussy, don't you think, Hisoka?" You're gnawing on your bottom lip from the teasing little touches with the toy, he was doing this on purpose; your legs laid open, the other man holding your arms to where you couldn't do anything if you wanted to.

"It is, I'm sure it's even prettier when it's cumming,"

Chrollo finally presses the vibrator onto your clit, he leans over your cunt, spitting, your mouth opens, the saliva hardly cooling your excited cunt.

He uses his free hand to finish unbuttoning his shirt, dropping it on the floor, he leans down leveled to your cunt, holding your leg over his broad and muscular shoulder, his tongue licking a stripe towards your occupied clit. Your body shakes, digging further into Hisoka's chest, he holds you tighter.

"Fuck, p-please!" you gasp, wanting to dig your hands into his hair, thrashing against Hisoka's arms, "let me touch-" your pleads fall on deaf ears, Chrollo’s tongue swirling into you in sinful ways, your legs twitching, the toy too much to handle.

The euphoric feeling of the overstimulation sending a pool of cream right onto Chrollo's tongue, lapping up every drop of you.

You were dizzy, Chrollo drinking up all of your essences, his hand pressed into your thigh to keep you from buckling onto him, your back grinding against the pressure of Hisoka's growing erection, his hands had grabbed the straps of your dress, one by one pulling them down and releasing your tits from the braless dress.

It's almost too good to be true- the man spending a dangerous amount of time eating your pussy like it was his very last meal, tasting everything he possibly could, the vibrator maintaining its spot in little circles around your swollen and screaming clit.

Ripping orgasm after orgasm out of your body, you're dripping sweat, he pulls off of you, your cum covering his reddish swollen lips, chin soaked. You looked a wreck, makeup streaming down your face, legs numb, his head coming to yours, he kisses your panting lips, releasing you from Hisoka.

The taste of your cum filling your mouth, his tongue licking past your bottom lip and into your mouth.

"Take this off." tearing at your dress, peeling it over your head, unzipping his pants, "you're gonna straddle me and stay still, is that okay with you, kitty?"

"O-okay, what about Hisoka?" Grabbing your hips, you straddle him. He raises you a little.

"He's gonna watch me make you cum a few more times-" hissing in the air as he assists you to slide down onto his cock, the stretch was unbearable, but you push through, trying not to slouch over in pain.

"-hurts, bad!" You sob.

"You take me so well, it'll only hurt for a second, promise."

His hand's move, one to your waist and one loosely around your throat as he holds you up to get a better grip on your already weakened body.

Keeping eye contact with Hisoka as your body is demolished by the man beneath you, eyes boring into you seductively, captivated by your mess of a face.

You felt as if you were being torn in half, crying out his name as he knew just how to fuck you; fucking your pussy just right.

Fucking you so hard you were going numb.

"Gonna cum! Gonna cum again!" you screamed, head falling back as you searched desperately for air, Chrollo rolling his hips into you as he released you, slumping to his chest, his chest stick from sweat.

"You wanna be filled with my seed, kitty?" Nodding in his shoulder.

"Please fill me- I want your cum,"

The feeling of his cum seeping down his cock and deep into your beaten-up cunt, his breath heavy against your ear.

You sit up, large arms wrapping from behind you and pulling you off of your straddle, Chrollo getting off the bed to clean himself off as Hisoka sits you on the bed, tucking your hair behind your ear gently, smiling as you look up at him, blurred eyes.

"My my, I don't think she can handle it, or can you?"

"I-I can, trust me." He smiles, pleased with your answer, his soft hands taking up your arm before leaning you back, onto your back, he was sweaty, so his shirt was clinging to his body, his hair was messily draped over his shoulders, pulling his tie loose while standing between your open legs, "let me see your wrists, princess."

He's leading you against the bed frame, linking your hands together and finishing off the knot around the post of the frame, the man getting on his knees between your legs, letting his shirt hand open as his hands work at his slacks, unbuckling the leather belt and tossing it to the side, "you look so innocent, tied up and quiet as a mouse, even after you just got fucked out," he pushes down his pants, erection throbbing from underneath his underwear.

The area between your legs throb, he was beyond ready to feel your walls tighten around him, he was ready to hear you begging for more.

He needed to one-up Chrollo.

He lifts your hips, your legs propped against his thighs while remaining restrained, his tip aiming into you accordingly before pushing into your beaten cunt.

His arm propped, flexing as he grips the headboard, drilling into your cunt with no tenderness, he spares you no pain as he ruts into you, ready to split you in half the instant he saw you spilling cum at the hands of his rival.

The size of him left you perplexed, the way he was splitting you open while bringing you to an indescribable state of heaven had you a sloppy mess, the thick cock he had with his veins filling in the little nerves you had yet to feel seconds earlier. He filled you, and he filled you well.

Hisoka fucks you until your head is blank, eyes seeing white, one of his hands gripping your hip, keeping you from laying fully on your back.

You try to cry put to him, and he notices.

He slows only slightly, rolling his hips back and forth into you so you can speak, "s-so good, it feels so good!"

Each rut of his hips sends you into oblivion, the way his hips bumped and clashed against your body left you spitting out a mantra of his name, Chrollo inches away from you, rolling your perked nipple in between his fingers, sending chills up your body.

Hisoka brings his eyes to you, "joining in, my friend?" Chrollo pulls his hand back, you almost find yourself whining.

“Did I fuck you better, y/n?” Chrollo taunts, his lips barely pressing against the life of your ear, “is Hisoka making you feel good?” Hisoka's beautiful golden eyes stalk you, waiting for your answer; stabbing right into your soul.

“Answer him, go on, kitten; did he fill you as good as I am?”

The questions were throwing you in for a loop, your stomach twisted, digging your head back deeper into the pillow of Chrollo’s bed.

“Fill me, please- daddy.” You cry, you longed to touch him, to feel his soft hair as he pummeled into you; you tugged on your wrists softly, already weak, the tied limbs going numb and tingling.

Before you know it, another orgasm is torn out of you; groaning out as you tightened and clenching around him, body once again convulsing, legs tightening around Hisoka’s waist. Each time they made you cum, the more came spilling from your cunt, it was almost unreal how much the bed was soaked, how soaked your thighs were, Hisoka’s pants being stained in the process.

This pretty little soaked pussy, sucking me in so good.” Panting, his head falls back, his dick quaver’s while his thrusts become more staggered, hand gripping tighter around your already sore hip.

His seed bathes both you and his cock, hips sputtering as he slowly slips out of your abused cunt. your head spinning, a panting mess at you blink and stare at the ceiling.

You could barely move, the men in the room throwing on clothes, hearing zippers, you lift your head.

Chrollo hands you a blanket, draping it over your body.

Sitting up, the blanket around you, you look at the two men who were fiddling around doing nothing but looming around the room.

While Hisoka buttons up his shirt, he tilts his head towards you, “tired, princess?” you nod.

A devious smirk dances on your lips, they look at you confused, “perhaps though, I might need another round, you know- to decide who was better.”

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holden-caulfield · 4 years ago

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For a Draco x reader, I don’t know if this plot is good or not. But it is just an idea that I have and if you feel like writing it I would be very happy because I really do like your work. So maybe something like Draco and reader started to slowly become friends and then hang out more and more. Draco feels happy with her and fall for her. He writes a letter to his mother telling all about a girl he met and how happy she makes him. Then Narcissa writes a letter to the reader and thanking her for making her son happy and she really hope to meet her soon. Reader is just confused and then go and look for Draco. He later then just confess his feeling for her and she feels the same. Would love to if you also wrote when the reader actually met Draco’s family and they all liked her a lot.

I'm honored to know you like my work, thank you sweetheart! Hope you'll like this one too!! I'm not sure this is what you wanted but i liked the concept of the flashbacks so i went with that :)

Perfect For Each Other

↪︎ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

SUMMARY: reader is about to meet draco's parents while recalling how she ended up there in the first place.

WARNINGS: i'm pretty sure there's none, flashbacks are in cursive. also, i'm actually quite proud of this one?? yeah.

WORD COUNT: 1378

How it all started. You would have never expected it honestly, to find yourself in front of Malfoy Manor, wearing your best dress to make a good impression, waiting to finally meet the mysterious parents of your boyfriend.

Draco had talked about them countless times, but you hadn't met them yet. Perhaps it was the lack of time, perhaps it was the fear that made you decline invite after invite, but Draco wanted you to be sure and waited. For you.

He always did, he always waited for you. That's one of the things you loved about him.

He always waited for you after class, when everyone else had already run towards the great hall to eat. He stood near the entrance, lazily leaning on the wall outside with his bag hanging over his shoulder. A small grin always spreading on his face whenever you would join him to go to lunch together.

He hadn't always been like this however, it took sometime, but oh boy was it worth it. He slowly opened up to you until you knew more about him than himself. You started hanging out together after class and during, which wasn't very appreciated by all the professors who constantly reprimanded the both of you.

But you couldn't care less, not when you loved him so much. Love, how weird. Were you really in love with your friend? Or was it just friendship, a really strong and fierce friendship?

You knocked on the door of the great mansion, Draco beside you hugging your side gently, squeezing lightly to relieve your nerves. You appreciated the gesture, but it wasn't enough sadly.

The door revealed a beautiful woman, her eyes matching Draco's perfectly, displaying a certain affection you would have never expected from a stranger.

Draco wasn't known to be very open with anyone; he only spoke with you, but only when he deemed it utterly necessary. Only with you and that made you feel special, or so you thought.

You slackly woke up and took your sweet time getting ready, it was saturday after all and that meant only one thing: relax.

You descended the stairs to the common room, finding it unsurprisingly empty. Even if you slept in, you were one of the first to wake up. You made your way to the great hall and made yourself comfortable at your usual seat.

The morning post arrived and, even though you hadn't expected anything, you saw a big elegant owl approaching you with a white envelope in its beak.

You took it carefully and let the owl take some of your breakfast from your plate before taking off again. As you opened it, you noticed the refined lining and the faint smell of vanilla it emanated.

Dear y/n,

my dear Draco has told me a lot about you, my name is Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother. I'm so glad to know there is someone there so close to him, that can guide him and be there whenever he needs.

I want to formerly thank you and wish you two the best, hopefully Draco won't annoy you too much. I know how he can be at times, but from what i've heard, i know you two will be perfect for each other.

Please take care and take care of him for me,

Narcissa Malfoy

You read the tiny sophisticated handwriting with an ever-growing smile on your lips, until a thought dawned on you: 'perfect for each other'.

What did she mean by that? What had Draco told her that he hadn't told you? Too many thoughts were running freely in your head to notice the hall slowly filling up.

"Hey, good morning. What do you have there?" a voice suddenly brought you out of your trance and, almost instinctively, you folded the letter in your hands.

"Nothing, just mail." you said innocently. You weren't sure whether you should have told him or not. If he really did feel something for you other than friendly affection, he should have told you. When he was ready.

Maybe you had just misinterpreted it, or maybe Narcissa did, nevertheless you wouldn't certainly have told him anything about it.

He eyed the letter, unconvinced, but sat down next to you nevertheless. As he did that, you immediately sprang up, startling him and everyone else at the table.

"I'd better go, many things to do!" you excused yourself and walked, rather quickly, out of the hall, trying to block out all of the confused gazes on you.

Your feet kept a steady pace as you reached the grounds, looking for a silent spot where to really think about the letter you had just received.

You re-read the letter, your eyes always freezing on the same spot: 'perfect for each other'. You started pacing back and forth until you got interrupted, once more.

"Has something happened, y/n?"

Narcissa greeted you cheerily, a polite smile imprinted on her face as she hugged Draco and then you, with such warmth you felt instantly at home.

"It's such a pleasure to finally meet you, y/n. Last time I had heard of you was so long ago, although Draco still tells me everything about you." Draco smiled bashfully as Narcissa led the two of you in the living room, "Maybe i should have just written you, but after last time, I wasn't sure..."

You shook your head quickly as you gazed into his grey eyes, worry etched into them.

"What is that?" Draco pointed to the letter again and you hid it behind your back, keeping your eyes on him. "You can tell me, y/n, you know you can."

You weighed your choices and decided it was better to tell him the truth, whatever the consequences.

"It's... it's your mother, she has sent me a letter..." Draco's usually light eyes darkened as something you couldn't quite place took over in his face.

"What did she say? Did she threaten you? That doesn't sound like mother but-"

"What?! No! No, nothing of that sort!" you quickly reassured him, "It's... she said you told her about... me."

Draco relaxed immediately only to tense up again a second after.

"And what did she say?"

"I need to ask you something, Draco." Draco gulped but didn't stop looking at you, nodding for you to go on, "What are we?"

Draco furrowed his brows at the question, letting a small nervous chuckle escape his lips, "Friends, aren't we?"

"And what would you like us to be?"

He stiffened even more, not sure what his answer should have been, truthful and potentially fatal or a lie.

"I think- I know I love you, y/n. Possibly more than a friend." you tried to stifle a smile but it was impossible and ran into his arms, startling him for the second time that day.

He hugged you back almost instantly, happiness flooding his senses at your unexpected reaction.

"Thank merlin, because i think i do too, you know?"

That was the start of it all, everything thanks to Narcissa, the woman you were now following through the huge halls of the manor.

You now knew Draco loved you, but meeting his parents, knowing they could have disapproved, still made your heart beat faster than usual and your hands clench around Draco's.

You reached an enormous room, with an expensive-looking couch in the middle and a few armchairs surrounding it. One of them was occupied by a blond man, uncannily similar to the man whose hand you were currently holding onto for dear life.

"Good morning, you must be y/n." he greeted, standing up from the chair and taking a few steps forward, extending the hand that wasn't holding his cane.

"Good morning, it's a pleasure meeting you mr Malfoy!" you shook his hand, trying to hide your excitement and, most of all, your fear.

"Draco told us about you, i must say you are quite different from how he pictured you." Draco squeezed your hand and you felt slightly better despite the horrible first impression you had just made with his father, "You are certainly prettier than what he told us."

You giggled lightly as Narcissa offered to take the conversation to the dining room. Draco hugged your shoulders while making your way towards the table and one of the nicest evening you ever had.

Narcissa was indeed right, you were perfect for each other.

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iwishtobeastorm · 3 years ago

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Hi! It's Anya, the daddy!Charlie fan, I've moved accounts but I'm back for more fluff/light smut. Could I request something for Charlie with a reader who wants nothing more than to be the only one who turns him on but she is nervous that him only being attracted to her is too good to be true? To her it feels natural that he's the only one she desires, but she's worried he doesn't feel the same.

A/N: Hi Anya! Thank you for this little thing, I enjoyed writing it very much. I'm sorry it's so short but I hope it fulfills its purpose. Let me know what you think, Ily!

Only you - Charlie Barber/F!Reader

Word count: 900+

Warnings: Reader is insecure, light angst, comfort

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"Sooooo how was the rehearsal?" You ask, squeezing Charlie's hand in yours softly as you walk down the street together. Today you decided to surprise him and visit the theater so you could go home together and Charlie couldn't be happier to see you sooner. "Good. We finally made progress with that scene I told you about," he murmurs and you turn your head to him with a grin. "That's great!" You say and he smiles, nodding. "I was thinking we could maybe have a little relaxing day today? We could order food, watch a movie, have a bath," you offer softly, your gazes meeting. "That sounds very nice, sweetheart," he states and your smile. "Okay," you murmur, turning your focus to the street, the world around you that you're always able to ignore completely once you're in Charlie's presence.

Just now you notice a group of girls around your age, all dressed up in pretty clothes that outline their even prettier figures. They giggle at something as they pass by you and you turn your head to follow them with your gaze just to find them looking at Charlie, smiling and commenting on how handsome he is, how tall and broad and well dressed. Your heart sinks in your chest, your contented expression fading. You quickly look away, lowering your gaze, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. You stay quiet for the rest of your way home, brushing off Charlie's attempts at initiating conversation until the door of your shared flat finally closes behind you. "What's going on, baby?" He asks as he watches you hang your coat. "Nothing," you murmur, trying to fake a smile before you head down the hallway to get to your shared bedroom so you can change. Charlie doesn't give up that easily though. "No, something's up. What's troubling you?" He follows you, worry creeping inside his chest. "It's nothing important," you lie again, tugging your sweater over your head. Charlie watches you getting undressed, his eyes roaming your body as he leans against the doorframe. On other occasions, he would probably let his thoughts wander in a dirty direction but he knows something is going on with you and he won't let it slip. "Tell me about it, darling," he pleads, which makes your heart clench. You know how much Charlie cares about you but you really don't feel like having this conversation right now and ruining your relaxing plans with your overreacting. "I promise everything's okay," you say softly, looking at him briefly before putting your folded clothes into the closet and taking out pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt. Charlie clenches his jaw softly, before he crosses the distance between the two of you, grabbing your arms gently and making you look up at him, your gazes meeting. "Don't lie to me, baby. I know something's wrong. Tell me about it. I want to hear it," he says, his baritone making your muscles melt. You take in a shaky breath, closing your eyes and shaking your head no. "Come on, darling. I don't want to see you sad," he states and you sigh softly. "I- I saw these girls today," you begin, looking down so you don't have to face him. Charlie waits patiently before you proceed, swiping his thumbs over your shoulders to show you his support. "They- they were looking at you and commenting on how handsome you are and stuff and I just- they were so pretty and I felt invisible compared to them," you murmur, trying to hold back from getting emotional. "Invisible? Darling, you are never invisible to me," he states, cupping your cheeks with his big hands, making you let out a shaky breath. "You could have every single one of them, if you wanted," you murmur, looking up at Charlie with tears in your eyes. "But I don't want to. Y/N, you're the only one I want," he says as if it couldn't be more obvious and it really couldn't to him. You are perfect for Charlie. He loves everything about you. How could you not see? "Really?" You assure, searching his eyes for confirmation, the tenderness you're met with making your heart weak. "Really. Why would I want anyone else when I have you? You are kind, smart, sweet, caring, funny, and compassionate. And you are probably the most beautiful girl I've ever met. Why should I ever want anyone else?" He questions and you bite on your lower lip. "Because there are people more attractive than me?" You offer and Charlie chuckles. "No such thing," he shakes his head, running his thumb over your cheek. "You know it's true," you protest and Charlie shushes you. "No. There might be people more attractive but not in my eyes," he states, leaning down to kiss your forehead softly, making your heart flutter in your chest. "I don't want anyone but you, I swear," he says quietly, nuzzling his prominent nose against your hairline. "Me too," you whisper and Charlie smiles. "Good," he murmurs before he leans in to kiss you on the lips finally. It's all gentle and tender, making you melt in his arms,

the heaviness in your chest finally dissipating, Charlie's words playing through your head on repeat, making you smile against his lips. Charlie pulls away after a moment, giving you both space to breathe as he plants kiss after kiss to your nose and cheeks, making your face tingle. "I'm gonna get the bath ready for you, baby," he whispers and you nod, silly smile still on your lips. "Yes, please," you murmur. "I love you," he states, gazing into your eyes, his words mirroring in them. "I love you too."

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