#realizes that i can go back to napping in this thunderstorm

[dgalerab]

sometimes you type out a post, see the way people could misinterpret it on purpose, start to type out something addressing those things, then go, wait, i only have one life on earth and delete the whole thing

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Hi S!!! It’s me, ur softie 💞 anon, who took a fandom break for who knows how long 😵‍💫 I just wanted to pop in to say hi and tell u it was thundering and raining this morning and I’m all snuggled in my bed with lots of blankets and I was thinking about ur soft sub harem and realized it had been so long since I talked to u! Just wanted to bring u cozy vibes with lots of hair petting and snacks if u would like 🥰

How have u been the past few months and how’s ur 2023 going?

- very cozy 💞 anon

Hi sweetheart!

Long time no see, but damn is it good to see you again <3 I totally get the need for a break sometimes, though. No hard feelings, of course.

Oooh, I love thunder and rain. I actually just got back from a quick little trip (at the insistence of my family), and the weather where I went was completely stormy. I have fairly loud tinnitus (ringing in the ears), and I don't think I heard it at all over the couple of days because no matter where you went, the rain was so loud on roofs or so loud around you hitting the ground. Constant white noise.

Sitting inside with blankets during a thunderstorm does sound very cozy, especially if there's someone with me to wrap in blankets and pet their hair... and perhaps that person is also lightly snoozing. Because, in the least creepy way, it is very sweet to watch someone nap. Snacks can also totally happen after (or between) naps. Tea or something warm is a must, too.

Also, it's really sweet to hear that you were thinking about the harem! I think about it, and those anons, too. I kind of feel bad that school has taken so much of energy lol, I enjoy having those interactions on here.

My 2023 has been alright thus far. It's been pretty good even. Mostly, it's been school, and that's all. I'm on my last day of spring break as we speak, and I am not ready to go back lmao. This term, I'm taking more credits than I ever have before. And I have no idea how it's going to go. I have the drop with a refund date memorized so if I have to I can nope the fuck out of one class 💀💀 Mostly what is keeping me excited for this term is that it's the last before summer break haha

I hope your time away from fandom has been pleasant, 💞!

[paimon-rambles]

How about hc for Venti, Albedo, and Scaramouche with a drowsy s/o who just loves sleeping everywhere. Also I love your writing lol <3 :)

Sleepy! S/o

Characters; Venti, Albedo, Scaramouche

Venti

Venti finds it rather adorable whenever he sees you snoozing off. The little face you make as you rest peacefully he savors that image in his mind.

Part of him wishes he can effortlessly snooze that easily, not having to worry about archon responsibilities nor having any concerns in his mind, just peacefully snoozing with his partner. 

He makes some teasing comments about how you can fall asleep anywhere, especially when he finds you sleeping in an abnormal area.

Whenever the bard finds you fast asleep, he gets you a blanket if you don't have one, carefully draping it over your shoulders and providing you warmth as you continue to rest. He might carry you somewhere more comfortable if you happen to fall asleep in an uncomfortable area.

He doesn't mind at all that his s/o can easily fall asleep, instead, he finds a sort of amusement from it. He uses it as an excuse to cuddle with you more; Whenever you're starting to feel drowsy he pulls you into a hug and uses himself as a pillow. He cuddles with you until you fall asleep, not long until he does as well.

Plays little melodies or lullabies to you to tease you but it does end up being really calming to listen to, and it helps you fall asleep.

" Already off to the land of nod y/n? Very well, which ballad should I play for better rest?"

Albedo 

Albedo is often busy due to his field of work and his passion to experiment and analyze data. It only continues to eat away at his free time. Most times the alchemist doesn't realize his s/o is snoozing on the couch until he goes to ask you something, only to find your resting form. A smile forms on his lips as he gently brushes aside some of your hair and places a blanket over your figure. 

The Alchemist doesn't mind that his s/o can easily sleep anywhere. He finds it soothing that he can work with no distractions and your mere presence is enough to keep him calm. Often, he talks to himself as if he was speaking to you. Though he receives no reply on your end, it does help him with his experiments with keeping his mind from working itself out

He grows curious about your ability to sleep anywhere when need be. I mean doesn't it get uncomfortable at times? At first, he thought you were easily drawn to a sleepy state because you were overworking yourself. He himself has experienced the aftereffects of overworking to the limits, one of which is fatigue. He coaxed onto other theories behind your tendency to sleep so easily but later concludes that you're just an overall sleepy person who can fall asleep in any area.

Which he does not mind, he finds it rather amusing

Most times he leans against you as you sleep peacefully without any disturbance. His fingers are laced with yours or resting on your thigh. He's glossing over documents and checking on your form periodically to be sure you're undisturbed. 

Most times when you awake from your restful nap you'll find your boyfriend still glued to his work. You'll have to convince him to get some rest and sometimes he takes up one of your offers to nap together. Some simple cuddling as he can give his mind a cooldown and your drowsy self can get some rest too

" Feeling drowsy y/n? Go ahead and rest, I'll take care of things here."

Scaramouche 

Still no official art unfortunately :')

Oh boy

He first thought it was a weak gesture to be able to fall asleep that easily. If he had known of this before the relationship, it would have much more of a challenge to get him as your boyfriend

But yet you still manage to wiggle your way into his heart

We all know Scaramouche doesn't hold back from his insensitive comments and that includes his partner, albeit a little gentle but thus he continues to roast everything in his path. 

He makes his opinion clear that he would find it rather 'pathetic' that his partner can fall asleep as easily as any simple task.

What if you're in a battle? Are you just going to take a nap??

He joked about that but he then notices the hurt flicker in your eye whenever such comments are made, especially from him of all people. 

Scaramouche would sigh, explaining how becoming easily sleepy isn't as weak or pathetic as he made it out to be. It's almost a murmur and but it's enough to form a smile on your lips. 

Only Scaramouche is allowed to wake you from your naps. If he gets word that any of his subordinates had awakened you from your slumber well- seems like there's going to be a thunderstorm

If Scara is feeling like a brat he'll abruptly wake you

Most times he leaves you to rest, not dwelling too close for too long, generally dragged away for Harbinger duties or if he's in the particular mood to bicker with Childe. 

Though one moment he stuck by longer than usual. It was a rather bland day, with no citizens to terrorize or anyone to pick a fight with. You of course were resting silently in your shared room. Scaramouche eyes lingered on your sleeping form, finding it slightly...comforting? He found himself drawn to the peaceful atmosphere, paying attention to the steady rising and falling of your chest. He won't admit but he was appalled by how comforting it was to just stare

After that become more inclined to stick around your sleepy state. Not only to be sure no one wakes you up but to also feel soothed by your presence. The harbinger has gone soft

If you ever caught him staring after you awoke you'll be meeting a hard cold "I wasn't." Tsundere :]

" Sleep sleep sleep. Pathetic."

[tu-linda-hermana]

Watching After Him

Pairing with Carlos Madrigal and Female Reader

Read more of my Carlos Madrigal fictions in this masterlist.

Under the wishful airy town of Encanto, Carlos Madrigal was being scolded by his beloved elders. Nothing new but always disappointing, Carlos was in a fight, again. Por amor de dios, Pepa was having her patience tested by this daily troublemaker son, this beautiful weather will soon be full of dark grey clouds and thunderstorms.

You were to walk to la casa Madrigal for your mama's present for them, Carlos saw you from his parallel vision and rapidly ran away as soon as he can, everyone was in question in his sudden actions, that's when they saw you approaching, watching Carlos running away.

"Cariño! What brought you here?" Pepa asked, approaching you.

"Mi mamá wanted to give these to Dolores since she helped her with the shop yesterday and the other day" You smiled as Dolores accepted the basket and thanking you.

"And um for Carlos, what happened?" You asked even though you knew the answer.

Pepa sighed deeply, rolling her eyes. "The usual cariño, I don't understand that kid, really. Like how does one always gets in fight?" Pepa spoke question while shaking her head.

"I also do not know, Tía" You frowned, not knowing either how to answer that question on behalf of Carlos.

"I'll go after him, tía" You told Pepa and went on your way where Carlos had went.

"CARLOSSSS! CARLOSSSS! FOR THE LOVE OF ENCANTO SHOW YOURSELF!" You yelled roaming around the forest, cause for sure in any minute away from now you'd be lost already.

"Sorry Dolores" You mumbled.

You heared footsteps from not afar from where you were standing at, you walked closer where you heared the dry leaves cracking and shoved the bushes aside, setting your sight on Carlos who was leaning against the tree, looking like he just got stabbed.

"What's with you?!" You interrogated Carlos, walking closer to him and kneeling down infront of him.

"Heh, I love you but don't touch me" Carlos told you when you were to reach out his arms and face covered in bruises.

"What are you so afraid of?" You asked him, your brows meeting each other.

Carlos grinned, "You"

"Why are you're knuckles violet?!" You slightly raised your voice, feeling frightened.

"That's a very good question....that I won't answer, thank you" Carlos pulled up his ruana to cover his eyes as he was to rest.

"That's no way to answer your novia's question" You hitted him on the head, still ignoring you.

You sat infront of him, while he took a quick nap against the tree. You were playing with the scattered leaves, passing the time by.

"Y/n?" Someone spoke from the silence.

"Dolores! Hey!" You stood up and dusted your self to greet her. "What brought you here?"

"I'm here to give you these-" Dolores peeked behind you seeing a sleeping Carlos, "-when Carlos wakes up" the older lady handed you the basket and slowly walked away. "I'm going now, I have to meet Mariano."

"Thank you Dol! Enjoy your date!" You waved her goodbye and faced Carlos.

"I just realized I missed a lot of chores because of you" You spoke to the unconscious body of your lover.

"It's cause you love me" Carlos mumbled under his ruana.

"And you'll take the blame when I get scolded"

"No choice" Carlos removed his ruana away from his face and tiredly looked up at you.

His sight on you became in awe, he dreamily sighed. "You look divine...or am I just tired?"

"I'll take that compliment and yes you are very tired so eat these" You sat beside Carlos, handing him an empanada.

"So um, care to tell me the reason behind these bruises?" You asked him, hugging your knees closer while glancing to Carlos' side.

Carlos stared at you for a moment before answering. "Someone was being a puta and talked bad about you and mi familia" Carlos shrugged, leaning back again.

"Ay! Don't lay down, let's go back, I have a lot to catch up with" You patted Carlos as you stood up.

"Can't we stay a little longer?" Carlos pleaded, still feeling lazy.

"Amor, we have been here for almost two hours now if you didn't have any idea" You told him.

"I clearly have no idea" Carlos grunted, stretching his body out before pulling himself up after seeing you eyeing him.

While walking down the hill, Carlos picked you up and hugged you, spining you around with him.

"Thank you for watching over meee" Carlos thanked you as he was tightly hugging you between his arms.

"De nada, amor"

"..."

"You can let go now"

"No:)"

Heh, this is messy (I think) but yeah, I made this to calm my anxiety down...might be my new way of calming myself down:))) Hope you liked this as much as I did, I did combine a couple of prompts in here😁 I also like the border! Looks like Carlos' ruana's style! Thanks for reading and do correct me for my mistakes and do tell me what you think of this!! Again, thank you and have a beautiful week!

[braindeadbaddie]

A Study on Love: Relearning What It Means to Be Human

Takemichi doesn’t really remember what it’s like to love. He doesn’t really remember what it’s like to live either.

So he is forced to relearn.

In his first life, he blocked all his emotions out, buried his fiery personality away, and kept his head down always apologizing apologizing apologizing. He never wanted to live through the hell his arrogance cost him ever again.

One mistake was all it took to fuck up his life for good.

And yet one push was all it took to make it right.

Takemichi loves Hinata.

Or he did.

When your life’s peak is in the second year of middle school, where emotions and hormones are always high, and everything is so intense, love is as simple as ice cream on a hot summer day.

His first life was simple. The days bled together, full of sorry sorry sorry. Because he was so sorry sorry sorry. Nothing was good, everything was trash, so of course he loved the only person who ever thought highly of him. Of course, that was the highlight of love.

But here he is, in his second life, with a future he crafted, that he took initiative in, that is so much more colorful than his previous one.

And so less lonely.

He doesn’t remember much, his memories of the current timeline lagging a little to catch up, but he does know that even the him that was left to live his life up to this point, started to feel it too:

The dull gray that comes with thinking that as cute as the idea of middle-school sweethearts to lifetime partners is, maybe it isn’t for him. Maybe he doesn’t love Hina the way he once did.

He loved her so much, and he still does. But not like he did before. Her kisses don’t make him feel strong the way they used to. Her embrace lacks a certain warmth. Her love doesn’t make him feel alive the way it used to.

He doesn’t regret saving her. No. He never could. Because he loves Hinata. And maybe it isn’t the blazing love it once was, but it is still a fire that keeps him warm. It makes him feel so good knowing that he saved her, that she’s alive, she’s safe. She’s happy. But she deserves to be happier. She deserves a love that will fulfill her, a love that Takemichi cannot provide for her.

And so Takemichi comes to his first conclusion about love.

That maybe we can love differently at 26 than we did at 14, but that doesn’t make the love any less real.

Just because something is no longer true, doesn’t mean that it once wasn’t, and that doesn’t make it any less valid. People grow, people learn. People become different people.

And isn’t that the most beautiful thing about human nature?

That we can change. That our lives are in our tiny, helpless but ever-changing hands.

So he breaks up with Hina, tells her as gently as possible, cushioning the blows with “I love you, just not the way I used to” and “it’s not you, it’s me,” and “I’m so sor—“

He doesn’t say it. He doesn’t apologize.

He takes a deep breath.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you like this…”

Yes. That is true. That he feels.

Hina cries and Takemichi hugs her. He offers to stay at a friend’s until she is ready to leave. She agrees because she is too much of a mess to do otherwise.

As he packs a bag to stay at Akkun’s or Mikey’s or one of the other guys’ place for a week or so, he is certain that they’ll both be okay.

He’s sure of it.

So Takemichi makes his way out, planting a final kiss to Hina’s head, whispering a soft affirmation that love will find her.

And then he’s out the door and out of her life for good.

Oddly enough, his first instinct is to call Mikey…so he does and not even 20 minutes later, a beautiful CB205T is driving up to the convenience store he is at.

Mikey gives him a reassuring smile, still unaware of why he’s been called out here and why Takemichi needs a place to crash for a while. He just heard Takemichi needed him, and he was already on his way.

Takemichi settles onto the bike, wrapping his arms around Mikey and sighs, inhaling Mikey’s fresh cologne and body wash and fabric softener.

And as he rides through the city with his cheek pressed against Mikey’s warm back, he comes to his first hypothesis about love.

That love must be warm, and smells like vanilla, cinnamon, and sweet sweet ocean breeze.

~~~~

Mikey is helpless.

That is Takemichi’s first impression of staying with him in the first week.

No wonder Draken lives with him, he giggles to himself one morning.

But Takemichi is helpless too, and he realizes that maybe he wants to stop being so. Because he did want a second chance at life. The least he could do was learn household chores.

So he cooks with Draken over his shoulder, instructing him on what to do in a surprising calm voice. The drastic improvement between each meal is always shocking.

He helps Draken with dishes, laundry, and even a bit of spring cleaning.

Takemichi thinks that this is what love must be like. Because what better way to love than to take care of someone in every way you know how.

Mikey is helpless but he takes the skills he does learn and applies it to the small room he has put together in dedication of his missing family. Shin’s room made from a garage stays the same, a time capsule of love. In the memorial are the ashes of Shin, Emma, and his grandfather. The room is adorned with memories, and a picture of Baji nestled between his siblings.

He has the bunny Draken gave Emma on her birthday, three tattered kid uniforms with Sano Dojo embroidered on them hanging on the wall, a picture of the abandoned building with the collapsed ceiling in the Philippines. He has pictures of old bikes, childhood photos, a first generation Black Dragons jacket and a copy of the photo of the founders of Toman. There is a photo of Izana towards the back of the room, hidden away in the corner, a Teijiku jacket hung above and a pair of earrings lay in front.

Takemichi goes into the room sometimes, talks in a soft voice and apologizes for all that he couldn’t do to save the people closest to Mikey. But he promises them that he will dedicate himself to make sure life is a bit easier for him, because now he can share Mikey’s burden with him, instead of making him feel like he must do it alone.

Takemichi looks at all the photos, radiating love, of all of Mikey’s loss, and finally realizes why Kisaki was able to manipulate him into going dark in so many future. Why he still lost his way, even without Kisaki.

And so Takemichi, belatedly, comes to his second conclusion on love.

That love is what makes us human.

It is what fills our lives with color. It connects us to one another, makes life worth living. The two are connected, needing one another so that life does not become bleak and gray. Love hurts, but the hurt is only possible because of love.

Love is our first language.

And Takemichi so desperately wants to use his second life to become more human.

So he makes dorayaki on days that Mikey’s eyes look far away. They’re awful at first; Mikey makes a very disgusted face and a dramatic show of spitting them out. But it still doesn’t fail to bring his eyes back to the present. And Takemichi is determined and stubborn, and if he could fix the future, he can make the perfect dorayaki for his best friend.

So he consults with Draken and the internet and slowly but surely, manages to make a dorayaki so perfect that Mikey’s eyes shine and shimmer and look at him with so much emotion he feels paralyzed in place.

Ah, Takemichi thinks helplessly. That is what love must look like.

~~~

Takemichi moves in with Mikey and Draken.

It’s something brought up by Mikey, co-signed by Draken, and so it instantly becomes a course of action, no matter how badly Takemichi wants to protest.

But he doesn’t.

Because Takemichi thinks that home feels a lot more like a traditional Japanese house, right next to a dojo, with a garage time-capsule than a shitty apartment with paper-thin walls and shitty neighbors.

Home is mornings with Draken wrapped up in a blue-gray apron with a small dragon stitched into the corner pocket, made with love by Mitsuya, making a traditional Japanese breakfast, cursing out Mikey for always waking up so late.

Home is Mikey stumbling into the kitchen, looking more like an adorable 12 year old than a full grown man who could kill you with one kick.

Home is running his hair through black locks on the porch that overlooks a small garden, because Mikey is clingy and says Takemichi is so warm and insisting that he must nap in his lap every Sunday afternoon.

Home is growing fresh vegetables with Draken in the garden to make meals filled with love. It’s the perfect balance of a noisy kitchen while making dinner and a cup of calming tea in the dead quiet before bed.

And so Takemichi comes to his third conclusion about love.

That love is what makes a home.

~~~

Chifuyuu runs a pet shop with Kazutora because he still loves Baji.

Hakkai is a model because he spent so much time around Mitsuya because he loves him.

Smiley and Angry run a ramen shop together, balancing one another, because they love each other.

Mitsuya is a fashion designer because he started sewing for his two baby sisters who he loves so much.

Pey-yan is Pah-chin’s assistant because he loves him.

Draken lives with and takes care of Mikey because he loves him.

Mikey made and disbanded Toman because he loves his friends.

And so Takemichi comes to his fourth conclusion on love.

That love is a lot less like fire, and a lot more like water.

That love is not in burning the world for someone, but building a world for them instead. It is nurturing, it is life, and it refreshes. It makes up so much of who we are.

Sometimes it is soft like a drizzling rain. Sometimes it is sweet like a cool, crisp glass of water. Sometimes it is harsh like a thunderstorm. Sometimes it can be damaging like a brutal tsunami.

But it always always always nourishes the Earth. Even if the pits of it are dark and scary, unknown trenches of deep deep ocean.

Love is so integral to our being.

~~~

Takemichi is slowly but surely learning what it means to be human. He is slowly but surely learning to live each day as if it were precious.

He takes morning runs with Draken. He fosters an environment of forgiveness at work between his employees. He eats ramen at the twin’s shop. He gets bi-weekly haircuts from Akkun. He wears his special Mitsuya-made apron as he cooks dinner. He buys the magazines Hakkai is featured in. He hangs out with Chifuyuu every Friday night. He still talks to Hina and Naoto, loving the way that the light in Hina’s eyes shine brighter than they ever did with him.

And every morning, and every night, in a small futon, he kisses Mikey, sweet and lovingly.

He holds Mikey close to his chest, guarding him from drifting far away into a sea of sorrow ever again. He whispers sweet nothings into his ear, calling him Manjirou on days he sees dark clouds rolling in his eyes. He kisses him like he is trying to pour all the love he feels into Mikey’s heart.

He lets Mikey cry out about how hard life has been, and how much he has suffered. He kisses away his tears, shares his burdens, and wraps him in warm warm love.

Because he has come to a fifth conclusion about love.

That love, to him, is a fierce desire to save someone.

And hasn’t his whole second life been dedicated to saving Mikey?

[leiakenobi]

Yay, fluff prompts! Could I please request #7 “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.” with either Poe or Michael?

I considered a few possibilities for both of them, but I settled on making this a Poe drabble!

clocks in at 900 words with a gender neutral reader

——

You’ve officially been homeowners for what feels like five minutes when you realize that it’s hitting Poe hard.

It’s a lot of things—excitement at starting this next part of your life together, and sharing something so potentially permanent, but there’s a lot of stress there, too. Primarily over how much work you’ll have to put into making it the home you want it to be.

That stress hangs over him through packing up your apartment and trucking everything across town, and you still feel it hanging between you in the early evening as you drop onto your sofa, exhausted from combing through boxes in vain to find the dishes you could swear you packed specifically for eating dinner on your first night in the new place.

Glancing over and taking in the frustration on his face, you say, “Why don’t I order some pizza and you can take Bee Bee on a walk while we wait for it to get here?”

Poe turns to look in the corner, where you’ve already set up the dog bed. Bee Bee is napping, worn out after rigorously exploring each room, but it is nearly time for a walk, and it doesn’t matter how tired he is; he always gets a second wind for his evening walks with Poe.

And Poe, too, seems tempted by the idea, his expression softening as he looks from Bee Bee back to you. “Don’t you need me here? We might be able to get a bit of unpacking done while we wait for the pizza to come...”

You can see it in his eyes, the way he’s immediately running over a task list in his head, and you rush to say, “We’ve done enough for today, babe. We’ll eat on paper plates and maybe we can set up a hot spot on your phone to watch Netflix in bed until we pass out. There’s no reason the two of you shouldn’t have some fun first.”

There’s a short pause while your words sink in, until finally, he squeezes your hand tight. “Thanks, darling.”

It’s tender and wonderful and the first moment in weeks that he’s seemed at ease with the turmoil that is your life at present. When he’s got Bee Bee all leashed up and presses a lingering kiss to your lips, it feels like exactly what he needed.

Until he calls you about half an hour later, at least. You assume it’s to check on the ETA of the pizza to figure out whether he should head back, but instead he immediately says, “I fucked up.”

“What?”

“I fucked up. Not... not bad, just...” Poe sighs audibly through the phone. “You remember the thunderstorm last night?”

Oh, that does not bode well. “Yes.”

“Well, I didn’t. So I might have let Beebs off his leash.”

You might laugh if you weren’t looking at your new, beautiful, clean, very bare hardwood floors. Bee Bee has always been like a magnet to mud, finding it even when there’s no feasible reason for the ground to be damp in the first place, but so soon after a thunderstorm... “How bad is he?”

“Maybe a 7?”

Abruptly, the tone of his voice hits you, and then yeah—you can’t help but laugh a little bit. Because he sounds happier than he has in days. “And you probably think it’s adorable, don’t you?”

“I really, really do.”

Even though he can’t see you, you purse your lips to hold back a smirk. Because you are still thinking about the floors a little bit. “You’re going to have to carry him upstairs so that he doesn’t track anything through the house.”

“I know.” Still sounding... so very happy.

Looking it, too, when he comes in about ten minutes later, just barely beating the pizza delivery driver. Poe’s got Bee Bee cradled in his arms and he looks bashful but pleased as you peck him on the cheek and say, “I hope you had fun.”

“We did.”

“You’re an idiot,” you call after him as he makes his way to the second floor.

“But you love me,” he calls back.

The pizza arrives in short order, and once you’ve got it set up in the kitchen, you trudge up the stairs after Poe. He’s still got Bee Bee in the tub, scrubbing the last bits of dirt away; his shirt is discarded, soaking in the sink so that none of the mud that transferred over from Bee Bee’s fur can get too caked into the fabric.

As soon as you move to stand beside him, Poe’s body shifts—he’d been kneeling over the tub, but he leans closer to you as though pulled by a magnet, and it makes you smile.

“Can I say something silly?” he asks softly.

You settle your hand on his head, running your fingers softly through his curls. “Always.”

“When I realized what had happened, and I had to imagine coming back here and cleaning him up, this place suddenly felt more like home.”

Oh, does your heart nearly burst. “That’s not silly at all. Welcome home, Poe.”

Poe looks up at you with a wide grin. “Welcome home.” A brief pause. “And please don’t hate me for asking: do you have any idea where the crappy towels are or am I gonna have to use a good one?”

He has to use a good one, but you find that you don’t particularly mind.

[witchsheartbooks]

If you aren’t too busy, could you possibly do some headcannons for Claire + the boys with their s/o during a blackout due to a thunderstorm??

Personally I find peace in the rain but I did pepper some variety in there for you, Dear anon so please enjoy.

Claire:

As a loud clap of thunder resonated against the roof of the house you shot up in bed with a start.

You hated thunder storms they always made you anxious. The noises, the flashing lights outside, how rickety everything felt in the house when a storm would get severe enough.

You just did not vibe with any of it at all.

Claire wasn’t exactly fond of storms either, but she didn’t mind them too much. Her only real gripe was the fact that she wouldn’t be able to sit outside and enjoy the flower fields she liked to visit or the garden the two of you shared.

Stirring sleepily in bed her voice groggily carried through the room, “What’s wrong y/n. Did the storm wake you?”

Hearing her voice just made you melt you could never quite describe why Claire made you so relaxed but whatever the reason, you appreciated it none the less.

You glanced at the bedside clock, but the numbers didn’t show. It wasn’t even lit up- fuck a blackout? Really? Right now when you felt your most vulnerable?

Your mind began racing again, thoughts only slowing as Claire drowsily booped your nose with her finger. “Y/N look over here.”

Weird how she was the one redirecting you for once.

You gently took her hand as she was withdrawing it, fingers clasping tightly.

“I’ll hum for you ok, y/n? Then we can go back to sleep.”

Reluctantly, you laid back down, resting your head against her chest so the only sounds you could focus on were her heartbeat and the soft chime of her voice.

You were asleep again in mere moments.

Ashe:

He always found the rain soothing, on nights he could sleep anyway.

Sometimes it quelled the nightmares which often clutched at his heart.

As thunder rumbled, he felt you stir next to him, your arms gripping his midsection in a vice.

“Awake now then, Y/N?” You groan at his statement. Atleast Ashe was warm. Why wasn’t he asleep?

You slowly sit up, rubbing your left eye. You then notice the room is pitch black and the sound of him setting a book aside resounds through the empty room.

That made more sense, seems he couldn’t sleep and chose to read. In the dark…?

“Is the power out?”

He hummed a reply, “Yes, and I was just getting to the interesting part of this citation. Though, perhaps your company will be more interesting, hm?”

The two of you then proceed to talk through the rest of the evening. That book had interested him but any time he had with you was more precious.

Wilardo:

You had been helping Wilardo with the flowers all day and had fallen asleep quite early.

Normally you consider yourself a night owl. You rarely sleep at normal hours but because of the work you did today, you had ended up passing out on a loveseat in the living room.

Wilardo couldn’t bring himself to move you since most of the time you were a light sleeper anyway. He had put a soft blanket on you though.

A thunderclap resounded, shaking the roof of the house which then awoke you with a start.

You didn’t recognize your surroundings at first but before you had a chance to get up a low gravely baritone grasped your attention.

“Yea, that one was pretty fuckin’ loud huh?”

Rising from his spot on the couch, he turned to look over to you. Seems instead of choosing the bed, he laid in wait on the couch closest to you.

Had he intended to sleep there if you hadn’t woken up? That seemed possible.

Wilardo was never really picky about where he slept so long as it was close to you.

He stood from the couch, stretching and with an exhale he crossed the distance between the two of you.

“Power went out bout ten minutes ago. Least the garden will be well watered. We can check any wind or flood damage tomorrow.”

Wilardo had brushed some stray strands of hair from your face, gently stroking backwards to pat your head before withdrawing his hand.

“We can stay up as long as ya need to, y/n. Can even pick the room ya want since the window in this one is so damn large.”

You shake your head, rising to meet him with your blanket draped on your shoulders. Sauntering to the windowsill you sit along it among the cushions.

Sure, the rain was scattering hard across the window, but it was something you enjoyed watching.

The sound of the thunder itself was your only real aggravation when it came to storms.

Wil had followed you, sitting behind you and pulling you back with a tug so you could lay back against him.

Both of you had napped here like this on sunny days, though tonight you both exchanged small stories as you watched the rain paint the window.

Sirius:

You were watching the rain from bed, unable to sleep.

Sirius was asleep next to you, arms curled around your midsection. It’s how he always slept but denied it anytime it was brought up in conversation.

A loud thunder clap resounded outside, with this the lavender went rigid against you.

The two of you may be an item now but he still was rather reluctant to be completely open about his emotions with you.

Thankfully, you were the observant type so this didn’t frustrate you as much as it would for most.

Exhaling, his arms had tightened into a vice, you could tell he was hoping you weren’t awake yet.

Sirius loathed displaying weakness in front of others, especially those he greatly admired.

You counted yourself lucky as being one of very few on that list.

Mocking a yawn, you stretched your back against his chest, a hand reaching back to comb through his hair.

You even went so far as to fake the bleariness of sleep in your voice. “What’s wrong, Sirius?”

He melted into you, rather reluctantly but so long as you didn’t bring it up then it was likely he wouldn’t chastise you for it.

“This bloody storm is making sleep nigh impossible for me.” He grumbled tiredly with a huff.

You let him vent about it, you know storms bothered him; especially if they were loud.

“Mmm, then we could talk until it passes?” You suggested gently. Your goal was to redirect his attention onto something else.

He scoffs, “That isn’t the worst idea. Though it seems you’ll be the one leading the discussion this time, Love. I find myself unable to still my train of thought.”

“Oh? Don’t I lead in most situations anyway?” You couldn’t help but tease him slightly, he had left himself open for such a statement with his phrasing.

You could feel his glare but he only sighed, “Yes well it isn’t as if you’ve complained about it in the past now have you? And you’re rather lucky, I let no one else do anything of the sort.”

He paused, burrowing his face into your shoulder upon realizing what he had said with a loud “Ugh, how is it that you bring out this sort of honesty in me so easily?!”

To this you laugh, “It’s not so bad. Atleast it stays between us. So, I wouldn’t stress so much about it.”

“I suppose you aren’t wrong…it’s simply embarrassing that it happens to begin with.” With this statement, silence carried between the both of you for a few minutes.

That was until thunder clapped again and he tensed against you back.

You roll to face him and bring his face to your chest, “Relax. You’re wound up tighter than a bed spring.”

Sirius grumbled quietly until you began to hum softly.

It took a few minutes but gradually he drifted into a light sleep in your arms.

Noel:

He was always up in the evenings, rain or clear nights it didn’t matter.

You had dozed off next to him, he was already in a down mood from there being no stars that night.

Lightening lit up the sky outside the window and the thunder clapped so hard it shook the house.

Noel’s chest tightened and instinctively he gripped your hand.

Loud sounds bothered him more than he could explain.

He had reacted this way if you ever dropped a pan too. You wondered if it was related.

Stirring from both the sound and pressure of his hand, you recognize the signs and sit up quickly.

You rub his shoulder and hum softly.

He leans into your chest, curling like a cat as you sooth him through his panic attack.

You’d done this before, but in the pitch black like this where only the occasional lightening lit the room.

It felt like you were closer to him than you’ve ever been.

That thought alone brought you peace as you focused on soothing Noel back to his senses.

Gradually he found them, slipping into the depths of sleep against you so very shortly after. ~Mod Sirius

[kaimelia]

you wrote this in “enough for u” chapter 10. "You remember when he was learning to walk, and it was thundering outside, and he got super freaked out and just collapsed to the ground?". Would you write something about this or where u said that all the kids were dancing? some Amelia/Scout fluff

fears

a/n: look at me answering prompts! anyway, this is from that batch I promised i'd write. thank you for this and sorry for not answering this prompt earlier!

"Scout, walk to Dadda!" Link coaxed, holding his arms out wide. Scout turned back to Amelia behind him and laughed.

"This is useless; he only walks when he wants to. He's independent, already," Amelia smiled, kneeling down to Scout's level. "You're so smart, Scout!" She pulled him back into her arms and stood, resting him on her hip and walking towards the window. "Looks like we're not going to the park today."

"Weather app says it's going to start thundering soon," Link muttered from behind them, taking a seat on the floor. "I'll order some pizza, and we can just stay in and try and teach him to listen to what we're saying."

"He's a good listener!" Amelia put Scout down, watching as he got his footing before turning back to the window. "Once he actually learns how to walk, we need to take him for walks in the rain." She grinned as lightning struck far away, the flash of the sky coming quickly before the loud clap of thunder that followed.

Amelia turned around as Scout made some sort of squeal behind her to see him on the ground, with Link sitting a few feet away and laughing hysterically. "What just happened?"

"He-oh my," Link breathed out heavily, holding his hand over his chest and laying down on the floor. "He was just trying to walk to get his toy over there, and as soon as the lightning struck, he just fell!" Amelia grinned and walked over to Scout. "He just collapsed onto the floor, like his entire body gave out."

"I guess someone doesn't like thunderstorms," she whispered as she picked Scout up, noticing his teary eyes before he buried his face in the fabric of her t-shirt. "He'll be fine, huh, Scout?" She looked down at Link on the floor below her and gently kicked his knee, shaking her head comically in disapproval. "Stop laughing at him!"

"You didn't see it! Oh, he froze like a statue and then was just done!" Amelia rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms tightly around Scout.

"It's okay," she whispered into his blonde hair, "Mommy's got you, and I promise I won't let Daddy make fun of you." Her hand ran down his hair slowly, a soft hum coming from her lips as she began to pace around the living room. "Link, stop laughing at him! He's upset, and we have to be comforting right now! I bet you were scared of things like this when you were little," she muttered, nudging Link with her foot again as she walked past him.

"What are we supposed to do, stop the thunder and lightning?"

"No, we distract him! Cuddle him, play with toys, just distract him so that he's not scared," she hugged Scout tighter and pressed her lips to the top of his head. "I was scared of the shower when I was his age," Amelia spoke softly.

"How are you scared of a shower?" Link pushed himself up to sit against the wall, breathing heavily as he finally stopped laughing.

"It was loud, and people always went behind the shower curtain and then didn't come out for a while, and when they did come out, they were drenched in water."

"Maybe being scared of thunder isn't that ridiculous," Link muttered, standing up and walking towards Amelia as she paced around. "Let's put on a movie?" She nodded.

"I'm sorry, Scout," she whispered, moving towards the couch and taking a seat, still holding him close to her. She cringed as thunder sounded from outside again, and Scout let out a small cry.

"Here," Link whispered, holding up a blanket behind the couch. "I was scared of snow when I was little, and I always hid under a blanket when it was snowing."

"Snow doesn't even make a noise," Amelia mocked as she pulled the blanket over them. "At least he's got a loud noise to be scared of."

"It was cold and made my hands hurt when I touched it, so I hated it," Link muttered, taking a seat beside Amelia and pulling the blanket over his head. He held out the TV remote and opened Netflix. "I'll put something on for background noise, and hopefully, he'll fall asleep." Amelia looked down at Scout on her chest, clinging tightly to her shirt as he watched the icons on the television change. Link moved closer and wrapped his arm around Amelia, and she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Did he hit his head or anything when he fell?"

"No, he fell on his side, and I think he tried to get right back up but sat down. He doesn't look like he's hurt; I just think he's still scared." She hummed softly and ran her thumb down the boy's hairline, tracing down to his jaw before repeating the delicate pattern. "Scout, you're safe with Mommy and I, I promise." He looked up at Link with his watery eyes and held his hand out towards his father, who took it gently.

"You'd think he wouldn't be scared; there was a thunderstorm right after he was born," Amelia whispered, watching as Scout's eyes fluttered open and closed.

"Yeah, and there was probably a shower in the room next to you when you were born, but look at where you ended up." She rolled her eyes, but Link could tell from the grin across her face that she wasn't annoyed. "You realize it isn't nap time, right? If he sleeps now, it'll mess up the whole schedule, and neither of us will get any sleep tonight."

"What, you want me to keep him awake so he can cry every time there's thunder? I'll stay up with him tonight; I think he just needs to relax right now. Learning to walk is stressful enough, and then you add the thunder on top of it? He's had a rough day," Amelia sighed, leaning further into Link's body. She felt Scout flinch as thunder clapped outside. "I didn't like loud noises; maybe he gets this from me."

"Let's hope he didn't get my fear of clowns," Link muttered. Amelia sat up quickly.

"You're afraid of clowns?"

[jalapeno-princess]

Body Language

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: The most adorable fluff I have ever written with some first time sex (the smut in here is so vanilla and soft and terrible but I don’t even care at this point lol)

Word Count: 14.5K

Summary: You and your boyfriend Mark had plans to go out on a date until the two of you find out that it is expected to rain for the rest of the night. What starts off as a romantic night in turns in to finally becoming one with the love of your life.

Warnings: Oral (male and female receiving), fingering, breast play

A/N: Hey guys! If I am being completely honest, this is one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written because Mark is such a soft, fluffy and doting boyfriend in here (and I feel with my entire ass that he is like this in real life) and I don’t know but I just find it so cute when boyfriends are considerate of their partner’s desires to wait for sex (it’s rare but if a man really loves you he will wait for however long you need him to)(it’s even more rare when he puts your pleasure before his own but there are men out there and I still have yet to find one like that but one day)(@God...When?) by the way, this is based on the song “Teach me how to love” by Shawn Mendes, I highly recommend that you listen to the song before or while reading this so it makes more sense. Happy reading!

Ooh, your body's like an ocean I'm devoted To explore you Ooh, what do you desire? I'm inspired I'll do it for you

Won't you draw a map for me? Laced with strawberries And I'll get on my knees Put my hands around you Ooh, teach me how to Touch you, tease, caress you, and please you Teach me how to love Put my hands around you Ooh, teach me how to Touch you, tease, caress you, and please you Teach me, teach me, teach me how to love

“Thank you for tuning in to Good Evening Los Angeles. Make sure to stay indoors tonight for there is a 80% chance of rainfall with winds up to 25 miles per hour. We’re also expecting a thunderstorm on Wednesday with winds between 30 to 35 miles per hour—“ 

Mark released an exasperated sigh once he heard the weather forecast and was quick to change the channel in disappointment. 

“Well, I guess there goes our plans for tonight. We haven’t gone out on a date in almost an entire month because we’re both so busy, I really wanted to take you to that new sushi restaurant but I guess it’s just going to have to wait.” 

You giggled softly at his now upset demeanor and took this time to snuggle up closer to his body if it was even physically possible. Your bodies were practically glued together to the point where you could feel his heart beat against your chest. 

His arms were wrapped protectively around your waist as he was propped up against his headboard with you lying on top of him, legs on either side of his lap—hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Right after you returned home from work a little over two hours ago, Mark suggested that you took a quick nap to regain some energy before you both went out to dinner later that night. 

For the last week and a half, he’s been planning to take you out on a date and claimed that there was something he had to tell you. Being the impatient person that you were on top of overthinking quite often, you begged him to confess what was weighing heavy on his mind, but he would always try to change the subject and told you not to worry about it. 

As much as you were dying to know what he was hiding from you, you knew Mark like the back of your hand—if it was something bad, he would have told you already so you just had to accept that he was going to tell you on his own time; even if it meant having to wait another week until the both of you could go out on a date again. 

He was quick to give you one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants to change in to—this was a regular occurrence. For the last six months of your relationship, the two of you spent quite a lot of time at each other’s places. A lot of your stuff was scattered throughout his apartment; he purchased both your shampoo and conditioner, body wash, a toothbrush and some other beauty products that were currently sitting on the bathroom counter—your side to be exact. 

There were a few of your clothes in his closet, but you never got around to using them. Whenever you would sleep over, he’d lend you some of his clothes because he claimed almost every item he owned looked amazing on you. You had a few of your work sandals and flats on his shoe rack, some of your vitamins and medication on his kitchen counter and he even purchased Disney+ because you were such a fan of Disney movies. 

Your place mirrored his; he had set up an Xbox in your living room to play with when he did come over, he had some of his clothes in your closet and in your drawers; some that he left there and some you would secretly take over time. He left a few of his rings and a necklace his parents gave to him on your dresser and he’d even bring his briefcase over if he had plans on staying the night. 

Sometimes, your mutual friends would hint towards the two of you moving in together since technically, you already did. However, Mark never really said anything about it and you just assumed that he believed it was still too early in your relationship to move in together. 

You thought about it every now and then; you wouldn’t mind going to bed wrapped tightly in his warm, protective embrace and getting to wake up next to him in all his handsome glory every single day. Any moment spent with your boyfriend made you always feel so happy; Mark had to be one of the best things in your life at the moment. 

Your heart craved his presence all the time—even when the two of you had a small argument or disagreement which never happened all too often. Whenever the two of you couldn’t hang out and spend time together—if your schedules collided or if either of you went home to visit your families, your chest would always feel so empty. 

Mark Tuan is where you held your heart; the both of you might not have been together for all that long just yet, but you felt and believed wholeheartedly that he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You could only hope he felt the same way about you because you honestly didn’t know what you would do if you were to lose him. Mark in more or less words was your soulmate—your best friend. 

From the time you were a little girl, you were such a hopeless romantic. You were in love with the idea of love and being in love and it wasn’t until Mark came in to your life did you realize how beautiful the concept of love really was. He’s opened your eyes to so many different things; he’s brought in so much life and color in to your dull and seemingly black and white world. You placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth—trying to take his mind off of the unfortunate weather situation and thankfully, it worked. 

He smiled against your lips, humming gently and deepening the kiss as he brought his fingers in to your shirt and grazed them just above your belly button. 

“That’s fine baby, we can just stay in tonight. If I’m being honest, I didn’t really feel like getting ready or dressing up. I just want to be lazy. We can order some take out and watch another movie if that’s okay with you.” 

He was silent for a few seconds, as if he was considering your suggestion to follow what the weather reporter said and stay inside for the night. He nodded in agreement before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. 

“That sounds like a plan. I don’t care where we are or what we end up doing, I just want to be with you.” You playfully flicked his forehead and giggled at his look of confusion. 

“You’re such a cheeseball Mark. Don’t say things like that, you don’t understand what your words do to my heart. What do you feel like eating tonight?” 

You repositioned your body and sat right on top of his lap so that he could look at your phone while you scrolled through the many take out options that California had to offer. He placed his chin on your shoulder; watching as you searched up restaurants and fast food joints near his apartment. Feeling his breath against your neck sent a tingling sensation to your chest; it wasn’t like you weren’t used to the proximity. 

You and Mark clung to one another like sloths. If you were cooking, washing the dishes or doing laundry, he’d always take his place behind you and allowed you to do your thing, but he had to be holding you at all times. He confessed that he just loved the feeling of having you near; your presence always calmed him down and made him feel at ease. 

However, he seemed to be quite touchy tonight in particular, not that you were complaining. His hands were lingering in foreign places; the two of you had yet to become one in that sense. Since Mark was your first genuine boyfriend, you had yet to give yourself to anyone. 

It wasn’t as though you were waiting for marriage or anything, but you were the type of person who believed that sex was a spiritual, sensual and memorable experience as much as it was sexual. You wanted to save your virginity for someone you knew would love you and cherish you for your entire being; not just your body. 

Sex to some people was a way to receive pleasure and to soothe their carnal urges—but you believed that it was so much more than reaching an orgasm. You wanted to trust the person you decided to give your body to and you were more than grateful that Mark was so patient, considerate and understanding of your feelings. 

Not once did he ever ask you to go that far with him; he made it known that he wanted to take your relationship at the pace that you were most comfortable with. Although you were sure it had to be hard for him to stay abstinent, especially because it was scientifically proven that men had their needs and desired sex more than women did; he continued to be such a gentleman and allowed you to determine when you were ready to give yourself to him. 

It didn’t take you long to realize that you were in love with your boyfriend; actually, you noticed that your feelings for Mark went further than just infatuation around the beginning of the second month. The two of you had yet to say that four letter word though; it almost slipped from your lips a couple of times, but you were afraid of rejection if you were to tell him only to find out that he didn’t reciprocate your fame feelings.

As the days went by, you were soon losing your resolve. Seeing him shirtless almost every day, kissing him passionately and making out with him fervently, having him drag his fingers along your bare skin—each and every touch drove you closer to your end. You knew you’d have to have him one of these days; and with the way you’d feel him harden up against your butt or your thigh as the two of you would cuddle or the way his jaw would drop and clench when he’d see you in a body hugging dress or even in one of his baggy shirts, you knew he was just as on the brink of insanity as you were. 

“Hmm, pizza sounds good—“

“We always get pizza—“

“Well, that’s because I love pizza. Almost as much as I love y—yogurt. Uh—fine, we can get whatever it is that you want. How about you decide what we eat and I’ll pick out a movie for us?” 

You could feel your heart rate increase immensely as you heard the l word fall from his lips—but your stomach sank when he caught himself. Was he going to finally confess what you’ve been dreaming of him to say since the day you realized you felt that way toward him? Did he really love yogurt? Or did he catch himself about to say the only thing that the two of you have been prolonging on getting around to and try to redirect the entire conversation so that maybe you could forget about it?

Luckily you weren’t facing him or else he’d be able to see the frown that quickly rose on your face. You continued to look at different menus for a few more minutes as he pulled up Netflix and began to scan through the many different shows and movies there were. 

“Oooh, what about Thai food? It’s been a while since we’ve had pad Thai. We can share multiple entrees if you want?” You felt him hum against your shoulder blade and you took that as a yes before calling in your order. 

“Should we wait for the food before putting on a movie? Or shall we watch a tv show for now and just wait for it to arrive?” 

“I’m fine with waiting, there’s a new episode of buzzfeed unsolved that I’ve been wanting to watch. Is that okay with you?” He placed a kiss on the back of your neck and began to graze both of his thumbs on your hip bones. 

“I like the sound of that. I’m glad you waited for me—you always have a habit of being impatient and watching without me—ow, what was that for? You know it’s true y/n. You finished an entire season of The Office while I was in Taiwan.” 

He rubbed the left side of his abdomen where you had hit him and playfully pinched your cheek. Your mind wandered back to that day three months ago; his entire family went to China in order to attend his cousin’s wedding and it was the first time the two of you went over a week without seeing each other physically. He called you whenever he had the chance and tried to send you as many photos of his trip as the terrible service in Taiwan allowed him to. 

In order to take your mind off of his absence, you sneakily watched some episodes of your favorite show even after promising to wait for him to come back. You tried to watch other series, but nothing really entertained you like the cast of the office did. Mark was pretty upset when he found out—you forgot that Netflix showed you where you last left off and it was on an episode he had yet to see. 

Hell, he had multiple episodes to finish of the previous season to even start on the one you currently were watching. He gave you the silent treatment for two days; although, he still continued to take care of you silently—but he willingly gave in on the third day after you cooked him some of his favorite meals to get him to forgive you. He also claimed that he couldn’t stay mad at you for much longer and he could tell you learned your lesson by how apologetic you were in order to get him to start talking to you again. 

From that day on, he made you promise him that you wouldn’t watch anything without him and the entire memory made you snicker. Mark was twenty-seven years old, yet he still acted like a child. Even his laugh was that of a little kid; you didn’t think it was possible for a man his age to have such an adorable, contagious and high pitched laugh that never failed to send warmth to your cheeks every time you were the cause of it. 

His laughter and child-like mindset were only two of the many things you appreciated about your boyfriend. He was like a breath of fresh air—he never took life too seriously as most of the people around you did. He kept you sane in a world where everyone was seemingly crazy because of how hectic the real world could get. Both his and your laughter filled the room as Steve Carrell’s character was freaking out about something and soon, there was a knock at the door which you assumed was the delivery guy. 

“I’ll be right back babe.” 

He gently lifted you off of his lap in order for him to get up and stole a chaste kiss from your lips while making his way to the front door. You decided to grab some napkins and chopsticks from the kitchen and waited for him to head back to his room. 

“Shit, how much did we order, this bag is heavy as hell.” 

You couldn’t help but stifle back a laugh and led the way back to his room. He placed the food down on the bed and you began to distribute food on both your plates—all the while thanking him for buying the food. To say Mark was generous was an understatement. 

He loved buying things for you no matter how many times you’d tell him to save his money for things he’d actually need. Sometimes, the two of you would fight over who was going to pay; most of the time, he would give his card—whether it was at a restaurant, while you’d go grocery shopping together; if you went to watch a movie or went to the arcade, if you went shopping for new clothes or just random trinkets he’d see that he thought you’d like, he’d purchase it in a heartbeat. 

Mark just really enjoyed seeing a smile on your face and he would do whatever he could just to make you happy. You tried to tell him time and time again that you weren’t a materialistic person, truthfully—he could write you a heartfelt letter or give you a ring pop and you would probably cry.  But he’d never listen and you just got used to his generosity over time; it just showed you how much you meant to him and knowing that alone did wonders to your heart. 

Even if you had given him his own share of what you ordered, he’d playfully steal some food off of your plate just to rile you up. Mark was well aware of how protective you could be when it came to your food. There were times when you felt like sharing with him, but that was only if you both got different meals and he wanted to try yours or if you so happened to be eating and felt bad that he didn’t have any food. 

He did feed you to make up for his many bits of teasing and you could feel your heart flutter every time he brought the chopstick full of noodles up to your mouth. When you were both done and full beyond belief, he took the empty bag and went to go throw it away while you prepared the area for you to both get comfortable in. 

Once he was finished putting away the left overs and taking out the trash, he made a beeline to where you were and flung himself on top of you; earning himself a loud groan and a punch to the shoulder. He was quick to pull you back in to the previous position; allowing you to sit in between his legs while he intertwined one of your hands with his and placed his free one on top of your lap. 

“I was thinking we could watch that Ted Bundy movie since you were interested about his case back when they did an unsolved mystery about it.” 

Mark was always great at observing people; since he was more on the introverted and soft spoken side, he was more of a listener than he was a talker. For the last month, you’ve taken an interest in murder mysteries and solving crimes. 

You had the adorable tendency to repeatedly tell Mark your theories or who you suspected the killer was while you watched these shows and your excitement never failed to bring your boyfriend so much satisfaction himself. For some reason, you were beginning to feel warmth in your chest—it wasn’t the kind that you’d always seem to get whenever Mark would compliment you or did something to make your heart flutter. This was a feeling you couldn’t fathom in to words—it was one you weren’t familiar with, but it did feel good. 

Really good. 

Maybe it was just because hearing him point out such a small detail that he remembered set it in stone that he really did care about you. God, what did you do to deserve such a wonderful human being to call your boyfriend? What war did you lead in your past life to be the lucky girl who was able to love Mark Tuan? For the first hour of the movie, you found yourself unable to take your eyes off of the screen—it was just so addicting. 

Not only was the acting really good from both the main characters, but the storyline and the suspense was too interesting to pull your attention away from. Mark had to cover your mouth with his hand because you were unable to stop talking about how stupid the justice system were to believe Ted’s lies in the first place and that if you were a detective at the time, you would have seen through his act from the beginning. 

“He’s not even that good looking, why would these girls fall for him?” 

He snickered against your neck at your enthusiasm; you would always be very verbal when it came to movies like this. Movies where you would put yourself in the shoes of one of the characters and explain in to detail to your boyfriend how you would have went about the entire situation. 

Unfortunately, you failed to notice the warning at the beginning; you were too excited with the idea of how the director and all the screenwriters came up with the movie in it’s entirety to read that there was explicit sexual content in the film. When Zac Efron and one of his love interests began to have sex up against a vending machine, you were unprepared to say the least for what was coming. 

The female’s moans were extremely loud and Zac’s thrusts were rough; the two of them were practically shaking the vending machine and you were feeling flustered at the sight and the noise. Especially because you were watching such a graphic scene with your boyfriend who you had yet to have sexual intercourse with. If you and Mark were to have had sex already, then maybe you wouldn’t have felt so awkward watching other people having sex. But because you had yet to participate in that activity, it just felt so weird. 

Mark began to tense up against your body and before you knew it, there was something hard pressing up against your ass. You weren’t stupid, you could tell that this scene was having an effect on your boyfriend as much as it was on you. There was a tingling sensation between your thighs; you’ve felt it a couple of times before, but now that you were watching a sex scene and found yourself growing hot at every thrust and curse of how good it felt, you had a huge feeling you were turned on—but it wasn’t because of the two people fucking, it’s because of the beautiful boy whose embrace you were currently in. 

To your dismay, the scene seemed as if it was going on for hours—it’s as though you were now watching a porno and you honestly didn’t know how to feel about it. You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell by his now clammy hands and the way he was slowly retracting himself away from you, that Mark was having a hard time watching—especially because he probably wanted to be doing the same thing they were and you couldn’t blame him, you wanted it too. 

“Babe, I um—I’ll be right back. I have to uh—use the bathroom—y/n, what are you—holy shit—“ 

Whether it was because you were exceedingly horny at this point and wanted to give in to finally experience what so many people referred to as their favorite past times, or because seeing the woman on screen beg Zac to fuck her harder made you want to feel exactly what it was that drove her to the point of cursing and begging for him to go faster. You also wanted to use this as your way to nonverbally confess your love to him. 

You were a coward; there was no way you’d be able to tell him that four letter word without knowing that he felt the same exact way, so you were going to wait for as long as you had to. Surprising both yourself and your boyfriend, you brought your hands down to his clothed erection and began to palm him through his sweats. 

He was hard as a rock; just feeling him made your breath hitch. You had no idea what you were doing, this was another reason why you’ve tried so long to prolong having sex with him; you knew he had previous girlfriends and although he never talked much about that part of his past life, you were sure he must have had a few one night stands and you were afraid that you wouldn’t be able to give him the pleasure he desired—the pleasure he deserved. 

However, watching his head tilt back as you shoved your hand in to his pants in order to actually feel him without the restraints of his clothing, you had a huge feeling you were doing something right. 

“B—babe, baby—fuck, just like that y/n. That feels so good. Ahhh—“ 

You pulled down his sweats to give yourself better access to his lower region and did him a favor by pulling him out of his briefs. The sight of his cock standing right at attention; the tip red and leaking precum made your mouth water. You’ve never watched porn before and the closest you got to seeing Mark naked was when he’d come outside in just a towel right after he would take a shower—so this was the first time you’ve ever seen a penis. Well, other than what your high school health teacher showed in class.

From what your friends would tell you, penises were ugly. But then again, genitalia in general was not the prettiest sight. Maybe you were being biased because he was your boyfriend, but his cock was very pretty. Was that even possible? You had no clue at all, but what you did know was that you wanted to feel him inside of your mouth and inside of your pussy. 

“Mark.”

He was quick to look down at you and with the way he was gazing at you; with so much adoration, yet lust in his eyes, you knew that tonight was going to be the night you gave yourself to him. You couldn’t wait anymore; you needed him. 

“Yeah?”

You took in a deep breath; suddenly nerves began to build up and you had a hard time understanding why, but you found yourself fondling his balls against the thin cotton material. 

“I’m ready. I want you. I want all of you Mark. I need you—I trust you. I’m all yours if you’ll have me baby.” 

He was at a loss for words; were you really telling him that you wanted to finally have sex with him? You giggled softly at his blank expression; he must have had been processing what you just told him, but when it finally registered in his mind, you were being pulled up to his level and he smashed your lips together. 

The kiss was rough; he was allowing his hormones to act for him and you were extremely thankful for it. In the past, the two of you had many passionate make out sessions which usually ended with Mark giving you an excuse as to why he had to leave early or why he took so long in the bathroom. Now, it all made sense. 

“Shit, are you sure baby? Fuck—I’m so excited, please excuse my swearing but fuck—I promise you, I’m going to take such good care of you okay? You don’t understand how long I’ve been dreaming about this day. Your body—God spent a lot of time creating you. I lose my damn mind every single day watching you walk out in these tight little outfits and in my clothes and it takes every single bone in my body not to just say fuck it and have my way with you. You’re so fucking beautiful y/n, every single thing about you is mesmerizing. You’re one of the seven wonders of the world—I would stare at you all day if time allowed me to. Everything about you—your personality, your strength, your courage, your passion and dedication to every single activity and job you put your heart and mind in to—you’re simply perfect baby and I can’t wait to show you exactly what you mean to me. I’m going to warn you right now, I’m not a mind reader unfortunately, so I can’t tell what you’re thinking. I’m going to need you to tell me what feels good, what hurts, what feels uncomfortable, what you like—just be vocal okay baby? I want your experience to be mind blowing. I want this night to be one you will remember for a very long time.” 

You bit your lip at his words—you knew you were making the right decision in allowing Mark to be the person to take your innocence away. He already was the rightful owner of your heart, so you saw no harm in giving him the entirety of your being. 

There was nobody else in the entire world that you saw yourself with—Mark was it for you. You came to the decision months ago that you wanted Mark to be the first person you experienced going all the way with and you could only hope and pray he’d be the last and only person. 

He pulled you on to his lap and reconnected his lips with yours—grinding your clothed core against his naked sex. His fingers were squeezing all but gently on your lower waist as he guided your grinding—a breathy moan left his lips practically every ten seconds. If you thought hearing your boyfriend laugh was your favorite sound in the entire world, his moans and growls against your jaw had to be pretty high on that list also. 

“Mark—babe—I want to suck you off.” He quickly pulled his lips away from yours and his eyes widened in shock at your sudden confession. 

“W—what—you want to—you want to suck me off—who are you and what did you do to my sweet, innocent girl y/n? Where did you get such a potty mouth babe?”

“I don’t know, seeing your cock did things to me. You’re huge—is that even going to fit in either of my holes?” 

Mark tried to cover up his mouth to prevent himself from laughing more than he should, but you were just so adorably naïve that he couldn’t help himself. You didn’t know what the average size; length and width of a penis was, but Mark had to be around 6.5 to 7 inches in length and his girth was thick. You looked at him and pouted slightly; you were only ruining the night the longer you continued to indirectly hint towards your lack of experience. What if he was laughing because he already knew you’d have no idea what you’d be doing if you did end up blowing him off. 

Apparently receiving head was something a lot of guys enjoyed most about sexual intercourse—so you wanted to do that for Mark as your way of thanking him for being such a perfect boyfriend. For never failing to supply you with everything that you need, for making you laugh on the days that you didn’t think you were able to do anything but cry, for picking you up and dropping you off to work when he had the time, for comforting you when you had a rough day by preparing you a bath and making you a cup of tea—you just wanted him to know that you were aware and extremely appreciative of his many sacrifices, how he was so quick to tend to your needs and how he’d drop everything to be by your side. 

He didn’t have to say it; you knew deep in your heart that Mark loved you just by his doting actions. But you were hoping that maybe one day, he’d finally say those three words you’ve been dying to hear from the first time he kissed you. 

“Yes, it will fit. How the hell are you so cute when asking to give me head? You can’t be real—fuck, hearing you ask to suck my dick is something I’ll never get used to but shit—I think I could come just by hearing you talk dirty. You’re so fucking sexy—please—blow me baby.” 

You stole one more sweet kiss from his soft lips and got down on your knees; you were level with his cock and you wrapped your hand around his length, earning yourself a breathy sigh. 

“I um—I don’t know what I’m doing, so do you think you could guide me?” He gave you an adoring smile while gathering all your hair and putting it in to a makeshift ponytail. 

“You’re going to want to lubricate me just a little bit so it’ll be easier for you to take me in your mouth—so you can either spit on me or lick the sides of my dick and—holy—s—shit—just like that—oh—“ 

You didn’t hesitate to follow his directions; gripping his cock at the base, you licked long stripes up and down; making sure to press your tongue down harder on his veins. You then brought one of his balls inside of your mouth; sucking and nibbling on it for a few seconds before switching over to the other side. 

After showing some love to both of his balls for around a little over a minute, you circled your tongue around the tip of his dick and flicked at his slit just to see what would get a rise out of him for future reference. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but you gave him no chance to emit any kind of speech before you finally wrapped your mouth around him. You wished you could have recorded his reaction in that moment; his moan went straight to your core. 

His eyelashes fluttered as he shut his eyes and threw his head back—you didn’t know what to think about his reaction so far, but when he brought his hands down to your hair and tugged on it all but gently, you had a feeling you must have been doing something right. You continued your movements but increased your speed—bobbing your mouth up and down on his shaft as quickly as you could. Since he was well endowed, you tried your best to swallow as much of him that your throat would allow; the tip of his cock met your vulva with every thrust. 

Tears began to build up at your eyes and you weren’t going to lie, it was painful. You were starting to choke and gag as he sank deeper inside of your throat. However, hearing his moans echo throughout the room as multiple curses fell from his mouth only led you to desire going faster—taking him completely down your throat and pumping whatever you couldn’t fit in to your mouth with your hand. 

“Shit—baby, that feels so fucking good I can’t even—your mouth is so—feels amazing—“ 

You hummed softly at his compliment against his girth—pulling away in order to smile up at him but ultimately shoving him back inside of you. It was unexpected; you didn’t think you could benefit from giving head, but you were having just as much fun blowing your boyfriend as he was adamantly was being on the receiving end. 

Something about seeing him writhing at your ministrations and hearing him praise you sent warmth straight to your folds. You also really enjoyed having his cocked stuffed in to your mouth; something about it made you feel confident; sexy even and you weren’t one to get all that cocky, but you were getting off on your boyfriend’s many praises of what a good girl you were. All you wanted was to please your boyfriend, you didn’t care whether or not you were doing it right—but hearing him whine and beg you to suck him harder brought you just as much pleasure. 

“Y/n—can I—do you think I could fuck your face? Would that be okay or is that too much? You can be honest with me baby, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this—I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to—“

“Do whatever it is that you want with me, I can take it Mark. I want to take care of you too. Tonight is as much about you as it is about me. I want to learn how to please you; I want to show you just how much you mean to me, so do your worst babe. Fuck, I love sucking your dick Mark. It feels so fucking good.” 

He whimpered at your explicit words; yet he was quick to shove his cock back inside of your mouth—making sure you were prepared for him before he began roughly pumping in and out of your wet cavern. He tugged on your ponytail ever so gently and pushed you further down his length to the point where your teeth were grazing his balls. You honestly didn’t even think you were capable to practically swallow him whole, but you could feel his tip deep in the back of your throat. 

That must have been a good thing; your friends always made comments about how they couldn’t fit even half of their partner’s cock in their mouths and apparently, guys enjoyed it when girls could deepthroat. The naughty and sinful noises falling repeatedly from Mark’s lips made it obvious that he was having the time of his life. 

“Such a good, good girl. You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth. God, if only you could see yourself right now. You look so fucking sexy and you’re taking me so well. Your mouth was made to suck my cock y/n.” 

You brought both your hands up to his ass and playfully squeezed his cheeks, earning you the most adorable gasp from your boyfriend. After this experience, you were well aware that you’d need to blow him at least every other day in order to get your own fill. If he already felt wonderful against your tongue, your mouth started to water at the thought of how he’d feel in between your pussy. 

“Baby—I’m close—I’m going to—I—mmm—“ 

Before you could even process his stuttering, his creamy, warm liquid filled up the entirety of your mouth. You sucked him dry of all his cum—making sure to lap up any left over substance from off of your lips. Absentmindedly, you brought your thumb up to his head and grazed your nail around his tip, flicking at his slit playfully. He lightly tugged on your hair and the noise he released from the back of his throat—a mixture of a moan and a whine caused the coil deep inside of your core to tighten. 

After a few more long licks against his girth, you made your way back up to him and stole a sweet kiss from his lips. His movements were quick; he pulled you with him back on to the bed and flipped over your bodies so that he was on top of you. 

“What in the hell was that y/n? There is no way that could have been your first time—you were—holy shit I can’t even explain how incredible that felt and how amazing you are I’m honestly speechless. Damn baby, you’re a professional; that was the best head I’ve ever been given. Your tongue—God, you were made to suck my cock baby. Thank you—I’ll do whatever it is you ask of me—anything baby. Shit. Give me a moment will you?” 

He began to take in deep breaths, his chest heaved right above yours. You couldn’t hold back; you released a snarky giggle at the way he was acting like he just finished a marathon. He had to be overreacting; there was no way you blew him as well as he claimed that you did. 

All you did was sink your mouth on his cock and bobbed your head along his hardened length—going by your instincts and what you believed would drive him crazy. You did suck and nibble on his tip in particular; he seemed to react the most when you focused on that particular area of his penis. It was obvious he was sensitive there, and you were going to use that knowledge as your advantage and for future reference.

Once your boyfriend caught his breath, he turned around to face you and brought his hand up to your cheek, cupping and playfully pinching it before stealing multiple sweet kisses from your lips. 

“You can’t be real—there’s no way. You—God, you’re wonderful. Absolutely extraordinary. I can’t even think right now. I know we’ve waited to be intimate for when you were ready, but damn—I’ve been missing out. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything for me, but I really would not mind receiving a blow job at least twice a day.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes and softly flicked his forehead at his comment; but you already came to the decision that you would need to have him in your mouth as much as he was hinting towards needing to have you. 

“If I’m already losing my mind at having your pretty little mouth around me, what more when I’m buried in your pretty little cunt? I’m so fucking excited to be inside of you baby—but first, I really want to return the favor. I want you to feel the euphoria you just sent me through.” 

There were a few moments every now and then when you would imagine what it would feel like to have someone go down on you. Whenever you would go out to meet up with your group of friends, you would talk about everything going on in your lives; work, school, family drama—and you didn’t know how the topic of sex would come about, but they all seemed to live very sexually active lives. Since you were twenty-three years old, you felt embarrassed at the fact that you were still a virgin. 

Even more so because you were in a relationship—although sex was an exceptionally big deal when it came to dating, it wasn’t everything. You knew it was normal for some couples to not have sex at all—some people didn’t necessarily care for it and others didn’t revolve their relationships around it. But both you and Mark were still so young; sex was on the minds of almost everyone at your age. 

Therefore, you kept to yourself and never joined in as your friends would go in to great detail about how amazing it felt to be eaten out and that some of them were so addicted to having sex to the point where they would have to call in sick from their jobs because they weren’t physically able to walk. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t envious of the fact that every single one of your friends has had some kind of sexual experience. 

Apparently, it felt better to have sex with the person you were in a relationship with—or the person you were in love with. Sex was more meaningful and there was more connection—more intimacy involved. One of your friends stated that it was because men had a tendency of giving their all when feelings of love and adoration were involved. Now that you began to think about your conversations with them, you felt as though their words played a small part in leading you to finally wanting to go all the way with Mark. 

“Hey, you alright? I didn’t hurt you too much did I?” 

You didn’t realize you were spacing out until you felt him run his fingers through your tousled hair. Seeing the worry that was now on his face tugged at your heartstrings; it was painfully obvious that he was enjoying himself. Maybe a little too much, but you liked it. However, you were well aware that Mark wasn’t going to allow this continue unless you were having just as much fun as he was—no matter how thrilled he was to finally get to love on your body. 

His reaction made you smile softly to yourself; although he would remind you on a daily basis how you were the best thing that has ever happened to him and that just the mere thought of you is what would keep him going throughout the day, it was nice hearing him worry about how you were doing. Honestly, what did you do to deserve him? 

“I’m fine baby. I was just thinking. But—um—I—I didn’t think we would be doing this so I—uh—I’m not really—tidy down there and I don’t want you to see—“ He giggled against the juncture of your neck and dragged his teeth along your collarbone; humming while leaving wet pecks in his wake. 

“Baby. Look at me.” 

You lifted your head and made direct eye contact with the older boy. In the beginning of your relationship, you were very shy to even hold his hand. Every time he’d look at you or catch you looking at him, heat would rise upon your cheeks as you would blush in embarrassment. But overtime, you were able to look at him without having to turn away from growing shy and timid. You believed it was because you were a lot more comfortable with your boyfriend now and he was very verbal about how much he took great delight in being able to look at you; so you’ve grown immune to his many stolen glances. Although; you still had your few moments of shyness—but Mark was a fan of knowing the effect his gaze had on you. 

“I don’t care about things like that, okay? Really—most men don’t and the ones who do are complete assholes. Whether you’re as bare as the desert or have a full on jungle going on, it really doesn’t matter to me. I’m going to eat you out nonetheless. We don’t have to do that if you’re not comfortable just yet, but I’m going to tell you now, I’ve been dreaming about the moment I finally get to have my face smashed up against your pussy since the first day I realized I had feelings for you. It will feel amazing—I promise you. But just like you baby, I want to learn your body. I want to learn each and every curve—I want to map you entirely with my tongue. I want to memorize each and every single birth and beauty mark, every scar, every dimple. I want to know it all and I have the rest of my life to learn. I need you to tell me what you like—what you couldn’t care less for, what you want me to focus on, whether you want me to slow down or pick up my pace. I want you to be verbal about what feels good. I need you to teach me how to love your beautiful body y/n and I won’t stop until you got to feel even half of the amount of pleasure you’ve given me. Okay? I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” 

Each word that fell from his lips; his entire confession of what he had planned to do to you filled your chest with wonder and excitement. You were never afraid of finally giving up your innocence. Sure, you were worried that when he were to finally make his way inside of you—the pain would be unbearable and extremely uncomfortable. 

There were quite a few first time horror stories that you’ve heard in the last year from your closest friends, some of your cousins and even a couple of your classmates. But you genuinely didn’t even think about how it would hurt; you trusted Mark more than anyone else in the entire world. You believed wholeheartedly that he wouldn’t hurt you and as much as you didn’t want to think about any of his past lovers, you were sure he had enough experience in bed to know how to take care of a girl. 

Hearing that he planned on spending the rest of his life with you just set his feelings in stone for you. The two of you talked about your future together on multiple occasions; where you’d want to live in, the kind of house you’d want to purchase, getting a dog together—things like that, but you didn’t think he was all too serious about you being the person he ended up marrying. It was still so early on in your relationship to plan so far ahead, but when it’s real love, you just know and you’ve known for a long time now that he was the man you want nothing more than to see at the end of the aisle one day. 

“Okay.”

“Okay? Are you sure baby?”

“Yes. I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure about anything else in my entire life. I’ve found myself staring at you whenever you’d bite on or lick your lips. I—I’ve pictured how they would feel like nibbling and licking on my clit. I—hate to say this but I think I actually came once—I don’t know if I did, I don’t know how these things work, but my underwear was soaked and my vagina hurt the entire day so—please, eat me Mark Tuan. Show me what that tongue does. Fuck me with your mouth.” 

His jaw was now clenched and the veins on his neck grew more prominent. The low, stifled sound of what you assumed as a growl came from the back of his throat. He gave you no time to even think of what to say or how to react, he pushed you roughly on to his bed and smashed his lips against yours. His kisses were hard—fleeting, rushed—he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth and kissed you with all the breath he had in his body. 

His hands moved all along your sides; he’s touched you quite often, but not in the way that he was right now. Your body felt as those it was burning in flames—there was electricity running through your blood and you had to squeeze your thighs together because of how dominant and animalistic he was acting. 

“Fuck, I didn’t realize how sexy hearing you command me to eat you out would sound. You’re so fucking hot, I can’t wait to devour you. But before I do anything, let’s get this off of you. Don’t get me wrong, you look so gorgeous in every outfit that you wear—but whenever you wear my clothes, I get hard every single time. It actually took every bone in my body not to beg you to let me have my way with you. Sometimes, I’ll even buy clothes for myself that I think would look good on you. I really don’t want to rush our relationship and all I care about is your happiness and your well being—but hearing that you trust me and that you want me to be the only man—a lucky man at that—to have you—I’ll never take that for granted.” 

He practically yanked his shirt off of you and flew it somewhere across the room. It didn’t matter to either of you—you were both eager to finally indulge in one another and with the way he was quickly discarding both of your clothes from your bodies; impatient to have his way with you—you knew he didn’t care about the state of his bedroom floor. Not when he was seconds away from ravishing in your dripping cunt. 

“I really wanted to take my time with you—I wanted our first time together to be soft and slow, but I can’t. The need to fuck the living shit out of you is strong. Oh God—your tits. Ah, I’m fucked. Seriously. As your boyfriend, I always find my gaze wandering over to these pretty titties of yours. But fuck—seeing them bare; your nipples are so perky and I’m sure if I were to flick one of them—they’d be hard. I can’t even tell you how much I’ve been wanting to suck on these huge breasts of yours. Whenever you’d wear a low cut top or even tops that are tight and hug your breasts perfectly—I wondered how wonderful it would feel getting to suck on and massage them.” 

You bit your lip at the thought of him palming himself and getting hard while thinking about your boobs. The truth was all coming out and you wished you came to the decision to become one with him sooner—much sooner. His words were doing wonders on the burning sensation in between your thighs. 

“Can I tell you something?” He nodded vehemently and you found yourself snickering at how eager he was to respond anything you said or asked of him. 

“I’ve played with my breasts a couple of times and I’d pretend it was you in my place. You have such long, skinny fingers and you have such nice hands for a man—I’ve grown curious about what you would do to me once we became intimate and I actually really enjoy how it feels. Breast play—I like it a lot, but I’m sure you can do so much better.”

“You’ve touched yourself?”

“No. Not down there. Only my boobs. I’m too much of a coward to masturbate.” 

Out of no where, he lifted up one of his hands and motioned for you to take it. You looked at him in confusion, but he motioned towards your mounds and you had an idea of what he was hinting towards wanting you to do. 

“Take my hand and show me how you touch your breasts when you think of me—when you’re horny and playing with yourself. You know, I would have gladly done it for you. All you had to do was ask baby—now I’m hard thinking about you kneading these large mounds. Shit, we need to speed up this process, I need to hurry up and rail you or else I think I’m going to lose my fucking mind. Teach me baby—show me how you do it so I get an idea of what makes your pussy throb. Show me—and then I’ll take matters in to my own hands.” 

You did as you were told—not wanting to wait much longer to feel his hands wander throughout your body. His touch was featherlight; you could tell that he was all talk. His words might have been naughty but you knew he was still going to be a gentleman when it came down to it. Mark was always so soft and gentle whenever it came to you. 

Sometimes, he’d take care of you as if you were a child; he would feed you if the two of you went out on a date, he would push you on the inside of the sidewalk, run you a bath after you had a long day and he’d also tuck you in to bed before preparing what he needed for the next day.

 As horny as he probably was right now, you could tell he was going to try his best not to go past his boundaries and risk making you feel uncomfortable. You dragged his hand between the valley of your breasts; letting his nails graze just below your bosom and you could feel goosebumps rising on your skin at how cold his fingertips were. To his surprise, you cupped one of your breasts with his hand and whispered for him to take your nipple in between his fingers. 

“Pinch it—mmm—like that.”

“Like this?” 

He squeezed your left breast—molding and kneading while twisting at your right nipple. Just the feeling of him pinching and rolling it in between his fingers was enough to elicit a breathy moan from your lips. You leaned your head back against his pillows as he was hovering over your lap. He leaned down so that you could feel his cock against your clothed entrance. 

Mark had left you only in your underwear while he was completely bare of any clothing—if you weren’t so focused on watching him show so much love to your chest, you would have ripped your panty off just to have his naked sex pressed up against yours. He continued his ministrations—spending most of his time just fondling your tits and flicking your nipples. 

After a couple of minutes tugging on his soft brown locks and trying to conceal your noises of pleasure, he looked at you with a devilish grin and a sneaky glint in his eye. Right as you were about to ask him why he looked as if he had a trick up his sleeve, he lowered his face down to your chest and wrapped his lips around your breast. 

“Oh God—mmm—Mark—holy—“ 

You couldn’t describe how amazing it felt having him suck on one of your mounds. The sensation was exceedingly mind blowing. He brought your nipple in between his teeth; lightly biting your hardened nub. He lifted his hand up to your other breast and began to squeeze it softly. When you felt him humming as he started to switch back and forth between your boobs; making sure both of your breasts got the same amount of attention, the throbbing sensation in between your thighs heightened. 

“Such pretty—pretty titties. I could suck on these things all day if you’d let me.” 

You were about to retaliate—wanting to jokingly scold him because you weren’t quite used to him being this vulgar, but he was quick to return his mouth back to your chest. 

“Mark.” 

He looked so adorable as he released your boob with a loud pop sound. “Yes baby? You okay?” 

You nodded in agreement before reaching for his hand and lowering it down to the waistband of your panties. Your boyfriend needed to know just how absolutely mad you were quickly becoming at his generous ministrations. He practically sucked your tits like it was his life duty to—as if it was his job. Without hesitation, you forcefully shoved his fingers inside; his breathing began to increase as he dragged his fingers along your wet folds. 

“Holy fuck, you’re soaking wet princess. I’m not even kidding babe, you’re like the Pacific Ocean. All because I’m sucking on your titties? God y/n, where the hell did you come from? You’re otherworldly.” 

To your dismay, he pulled his fingers away before genuinely doing anything, but he was quick to put his fingers in to his mouth and sucked on your essence. The sight alone sent chills down your spine—it was so fucking hot. He was so fucking hot and you needed him to speed up the process or else you would actually cry from sexual frustration. 

“Just as I expected; you taste delicious. So sweet. Mind if I get a taste straight from the source?” Once he received your nod of approval, he kissed you a few times—smiling against your lips as he began to cup your sex through the flimsy cotton. 

“Promise me you’ll be vocal about what feels good and what doesn’t. If you need me to stop—if it gets too much, I’ll try to pull away, but I can’t promise you anything. You taste too good.” 

Before you knew it, he started to make his way down your body. He ran his hands along your sides while leaving kisses down your neck—your collarbones, kissing both breasts, gripping your hips while placing kisses down your stomach. Once his face was right above your naval, he left a chaste kiss on your belly button causing you to giggle at the tickling sensation—but the laughter didn’t last long. 

He put both of his hands on either of your knees and pried your legs open; giving him better access to your entrance. Knowing that his face was just meters away from your core sent you in to a frenzy. This was something from your wildest dreams; you knew that the two of you would become intimate sooner or later, but seeing him in between your thighs made you lightheaded. 

Mark wasted no time in nibbling on your soft skin—he bit on your underwear and pulled it down to your legs, completely ridding you of your final piece of clothing. You were grateful that you picked the right kind of panties to wear tonight; although you were sure Mark wouldn’t have cared at all if you decided to wear boy shorts or granny panties. 

Since you were in a position where you weren’t able to see him, you soon grew insecure at the idea of being completely bare in front of him. All you wanted was to be enough for your boyfriend; he was nothing short of perfect and you desired to be exactly that for him. It’s what he deserved. 

Seeing as how you lacked self-confidence, you brought your hands up to your eyes to prevent yourself from seeing his reaction of seeing you completely naked. Mark was a very kind person towards you; especially because he was your boyfriend, so you knew that there was a chance he would lie or not tell you the complete truth in order to save your feelings. 

You were afraid that he might have been with girls who had nicer bodies than you—skinnier, smaller and more petite frames with tiny waists, big breasts and a round, plump ass. You’d rather him be honest with you, but even if he just so happened to find flaws on your body, you were well aware that he wouldn’t admit it. That’s just who he was; Mark hated hurting people’s feelings, even if they deserved to know the truth. Just because you were his girlfriend wouldn’t change the fact that he was always looking out to protect people and prevent them from feeling bad about themselves. 

“Nope—we’re not having any of that.” He reached up to pull your hands away from your face and gave you a scowl. “You—are so breathtakingly beautiful. I can’t even fathom your beauty in to words. I could write a novel about your gorgeous features—how did I get so damn lucky? Your body; fuck—your body is a damn wonderland y/n and I can’t wait to explore it. You have such a pretty cunt and I’m so excited to fuck it. Listen to me baby—you are the most beautiful girl on this hell forsaken earth you hear me? By the end of the night, I will make sure you know how much of a goddess you are.” 

He blew warm air against your cunt—immediately sending shivers down your spine. Finally, after what felt like hours waiting for him touch you—to actually touch you, he licked a long strip along your folds and you let out a loud whimper.

“Fuck!”

“You like that?” 

You nodded so quickly—not caring how straight forward your response was. He began to lick and suck along your folds—his hands made their way up to your ass cheeks and squeezed both as he went to work; nibbling and sucking on your pussy. His teeth grazed against your overly sensitive nub and you found yourself pulling on the bedsheets—needing to grip at anything other than his hair because you knew if you were to tug on his locks while he was sucking you dry—he’d probably be bald by the end of the night.

“Fuck—Mark! Ah—there, right there—oh—“ 

With every hum and moan against your core, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your end. You believed that you were close to orgasming; there was an unfamiliar burning sensation in your stomach and you knew that Mark was going to do whatever he could to lessen the tension. Your moans only grew louder the longer his mouth stayed on your cunt; his wet muscle continued to lap up your juices. To your delight, he brought his index and middle finger up to your entrance and didn’t give you any time to prepare before he shoved both digits inside of you. 

“Oh my God—Mark! That feels—so, so good!” 

You couldn’t even describe the euphoria you were feeling as his tongue licked and slurped against your clit while he began pumping his fingers in and out of you. Your heart felt as if it was about to leap out of your chest; he was taking your breath away and you were sure with how many times you were chanting his name that you were going to lose your voice before the night ends. When you felt him curl both fingers inside of you, you yelped in shock. 

He was reaching deeper—you weren’t sure just how far into your cunt that his fingers could go, but he began to graze along an area that was soon causing your knees to buckle and your thighs to shake. 

“Mark—Mark—oh—baby—“

“That’s your g-spot if you didn’t already know. I plan on keeping that in mind. Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Mmm—yeah—please, go faster.” 

He giggled against your folds and placed a sloppy kiss against your labia all the while adding in another finger inside. You could feel tears brimming at your eyelids, but it was only because he was bringing you so much pleasure. You absentmindedly lowered your hand down to his face and cupped his cheek; he might have said his main purpose was to please you, but you were hoping that he was receiving the same amount of ecstasy that he was giving to you. His movements picked up—switching between his lips, tongue and fingers. He even playfully slapped your pussy in the hopes of getting a rise out of you and instead of growing irritated, you were sure he brought you closer to your end. 

“Close baby?”

“Yes—God yes. Your tongue—your fingers—I can’t hold it in anymore—“

“You don’t have to. Let go for me.” 

The last sentence came out as a command; his voice was low and raspy which caused you to do exactly as you were told. Your head felt as if it was about to blow up. Everything was spinning; you began to see white and the tightness in your stomach was no longer there. It felt like a wave crashed upon you and filled up your lungs; taking your breath away completely. Mark didn’t stop his licking—he continued to suck up your juices entirely. 

He drank from your cunt like you were a well and he was dying of thirst. Once your boyfriend decided that he rid you completely of your release, he pulled his fingers out of the depths of your silky walls and made his way back up to you. The sight of your fucked out state made him chuckle—your chest was rapidly rising, some of your hair was stuck to your forehead and your eyes were rolled to the back of your head. 

In that moment—seeing you look as if the wind was completely swept out of you, he knew this was when you looked the most ethereal. The kiss against your forehead was delicate; featherlight. Nothing compared to the rough and impatient ones he left on your core just a few moments ago. When he brought his fingers up to your lips, you saw the white liquid running along both his index and his ring fingers and internally groaned. 

“I want you to taste yourself. Say ah.” 

You stuck out your tongue and allowed him to insert his digits inside of your mouth; you made sure to make direct eye contact as you sucked on his fingers just like you previously did with his length. You swirled your tongue around both of them, making sure to press your wet muscle before allowing him to pull them out. His brows were furrowed while he dragged his teeth along his bottom lip. He was obviously extremely turned on by your ministrations and soon, his lips were back on yours. 

His hands immediately cupped both your cheeks as he put in as much energy in to the kiss that he could muster. With the way he was kissing you—like he would die if he were to take his lips away from yours, you were growing impatient with wanting to finally have him fill you up. 

Having his naked body pressed up against yours, feeling his cock graze against your entrance, having your breasts pressed up firmly against his chest—everything was getting too much for you. There were so many emotions running through you; you were never going to get enough of having Mark like this. 

“How was it y/n? I mean—I’m assuming you were having a great time. You absentmindedly began to wrap your legs around my head and I did grow a little lightheaded but—“

“Oh my God Mark, why didn’t you say anything?! I’m so sorry—“

He let out a soft snicker against your neck and placed a kiss there while making his way back up to you. “Don’t apologize, it was fucking sexy as hell. You’re like my own personal ear muffs. Being suffocated by these thick thighs of yours would be an ideal way to go if you ask me.” 

You both erupted in laughter at his silly comment and you enjoyed the playful banter going on between the two of you. Was it normal to joke around during a time of lust and erotica? It didn’t matter—everything that happened tonight would be forever imprinted in to your heart. The events that happened so far were just as touching and heartwarming as they were sexual. 

“You’re such a dumbass you know that? But yes, I had a wonderful time. Thank you baby. That was—wow—more than I could ever imagine. Fuck, that felt heavenly. I really liked that; more than I’d want to admit. Your lips and your tongue are now my favorite body parts on you.”

“Oh, really? I’ll keep that in mind for future reference. I enjoyed that just as much as you did. I’m not kidding, you taste marvelous. I could spend the entire rest of tonight with my head in between your thighs—but I think it’s time you and I finally um—you know—“

“Fuck?”

“Jeez y/n, could you be any less romantic?”

 He squeezed your ass and slapped both of your both of your cheeks. However, he was quick to change his demeanor from naughty to gentle and soft. His eyes softened and he brought some of your hair behind your ear; letting his fingers glide along your neck and collarbones. The glint in his eyes made your heart swell up—any nerves that you had before going in to it were completely gone now. All you could think about was giving yourself completely to the love of your life. 

“Babe.”

“Yeah?”

“Take me already. I’m yours.” 

He gave you a soft smile and brought his bottom lip in between his teeth; he took his index finger and began to trace your features—starting with both your brows, then taking it along your nose to just above your Cupid’s bow. His ran his thumb along your top lip and you placed a sweet kiss on the back of it. 

“Say it again.”

“Huh?”

“I’m yours. I want you to say it again.” If you were to take a look at yourself right now, you were sure your cheeks would be flushed—you were now shy for the first time tonight. 

“Mark Tuan—I’m yours. Forever.” 

He clenched his jaw—your words obviously had some kind of affect on him. To your confusion, he got off of you and leaped over to his drawer; rummaging through clothes and underwear. Finally, after what felt like hours of waiting for him to find whatever it was that he looked for, he released a sigh of relief and briskly made his way back over to you. 

The tin foil packet was held in between his fingers and he waved it around like some kind of trophy. Only then did it really occur to you that you were going to lose your virginity—and to the man who your entire life revolved around. It was a bittersweet feeling; but you were more than happy to eventually be able to experience having your way with one another. He tore open the wrapper and placed the condom on his dick—crawling over to you and hovering over your lap. He gently took your chin in between his fingers and lifted your face so that you were looking up at him. 

“I’m sorry if it hurts okay? It might feel uncomfortable and maybe even painful at first. I want you to tell me if you need me to stop or to slow down. I’ll try not to go too hard since it is your first time, but if you were already so tight around my fingers, I can only imagine you’re going to clench around me with your pussy in the most delicious way. You trust me right?” 

You nodded—not missing a beat while giving him an exhausted smile. It wasn’t even up for debate, you trusted Mark with your entire being. He was the only person you would confess every single thing to. Whenever you had good news, he was the first person you wanted to tell and whenever your day wasn’t all that great, you wanted to find solace in him and he wrapped up in his embrace. When you nonverbally gave him your permission to take the lead, he lined himself at your entrance and tapped his cock against your folds; running it back and forth along your labia in order to collect some of your juices. 

“Remember, I don’t move unless you say I can.” 

He lowered himself and placed his lips against yours; you assumed it was his way of taking your mind off of the stretch that was about to come. As soon as Mark entered himself inside of you, you couldn’t help but let out a whimper. It wasn’t all that painful, but it was uncomfortable. Obviously, you weren’t used to being filled like this; something about the way his cock felt against your walls ignited a tingling sensation to your core. Your boyfriend moaned against your mouth and tightened his grip on your hip bones. “

Fuck—you’re so tight. Shit; I’m not even exaggerating—“

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes. God yes. You feel glorious. But are you okay? It doesn’t hurt too much does it?” 

You shook your head in disagreement. No matter how uncomfortable you were, it was adamant that your boyfriend was trying his best not to lose his shit. You were going to suck it up and take him like a big girl; you were well aware that the pain would soon be replaced with pleasure  once he began to pick up the pace. 

“Mark, you can move. I’m okay.” 

His eyes seemingly rolled to the back of his head after hearing you give him permission to move and he didn’t even take a second to process that information, he began to ram himself slowly inside of you. He pulled his cock out of you before pounding his length back inside of your cunt all but gently. His pelvis hit your ass with each and every thrust and just as you expected it, you were now moaning in pleasure from the feeling of the tip of his cock hitting the back of your cervix. 

The two of you moaned in unison each time he bottomed in and out of you. He rotated between stealing chaste kisses from you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and groaning against your jaw and sucking on both of your breasts; biting on your nipples whenever he thrusted himself a little too roughly. 

“F—fuck—feels so—“

“I know—shit—you’re so fucking wet y/n—“

His pace grew quicker to the point where he was practically railing you—the sound of skin smacking and clapping against each other alongside of both his and your moans and curses bounced off of his walls. You weren’t sure whether or not he was aware that he was leaving bruises on your skin, but you didn’t care—your mind was solely focused on him and only him. Everything else was just going to have to with till the morning. He pulled his hands away from your waist and brought them up to your breasts, pushing them up and down as he mirrored his movements inside of your warm cavern. 

“You look so beautiful right now I don’t think there are enough words in the English dictionary to even describe just how gorgeous you are. I can’t believe you’re all mine.” 

He lifted one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder; you weren’t sure exactly what he was doing until he pushed his dick back into your folds and began to reach deeper and further in to your pussy. “H-holy shit Mark—“ His girth continuously grazed against your clit; the way his hands were roaming all throughout your body, you had a feeling he couldn’t keep his hands in one place. 

Sweat was dripping down the both of you; when he lifted your other leg on top of his shoulder, you immediately clenched around him. The sensation was driving you literally insane. He was right; now that he had an idea of what made you squirm and scream, you could tell that he was going to use it against you. 

“Fuck, did you just get tighter? Stop that—please, I know I’m minutes away from coming and I don’t want to cum just yet. I really didn’t want to tease you tonight, but I will teach you a lesson if I have to. Don’t test me y/n. Come on, you’ve been such a good girl this entire night baby. We can experiment more next time, but for now, I just want to make love to my pretty girl.” 

It was tempting; if he was going to mess around with you by constantly trying to reach for your g-spot, you wanted to show him the same amount of teasing by clenching around him. You also wanted to see just how animalistic your boyfriend could get and you wanted him to go rough on you—but you didn’t want to have to beg him to do something, anything to help you reach your release. You wanted to experience coming with him—you were already so close to your second coming. 

Mark was a man of actions rather than of talking, so you trusted the fact that he would punish you if you did continue to go against his wishes. Although you were well aware now that you’ve finally had him inside of you, having sex would be a frequent activity—you felt yourself smiling like an idiot hearing him make plans for the next time you’d tumble in to bed together. 

After a few moments, you felt your legs giving in—probably because of how sore your inner thighs were now that he kept burying himself in between them at a mind blowing pace. He fucked you like he had vengeance on you—his cock filled you to the hilt. Slowly, he brought your legs off of him and got closer to you; he intertwined your hands together and placed them on either side of your head.

He continued to pump himself inside of you—constant moans continued to fall from your lips. You were completely speechless; his name fell off of your lips like a mantra. He kissed you hard; his pink lips were swollen and you were sure your lips looked similar if not the same. 

“Y/n.” 

You looked up at him and your breath hitched when you saw the way he was looking at you. His gaze was one that you didn’t recognize. His eyes were soft—he had a small smile that you wouldn’t have been able to distinguish if you didn’t see the glint in his eyes. You were about to question his sudden whisper of your name but he beat you to it. 

“I love you. God, do I love you. I love you so much baby. I love you, I love you, I love you. I don’t ever want to stop saying it.” 

With every thrust came a love confession and just hearing him admit those three magical words; the three words you’ve been yearning to hear for months—his words alone sent butterflies to your tummy and you weren’t even able to say it back to him before you felt yourself letting go and seeing stars for a second time. With a few more thrusts, you were soon being filled with his creamy, warm liquid and he flopped down on top of you while burying his face in between your breasts. 

You brought one hand in to his hair while dragging the other gently across of the expense of his back. The two of you laid there in silence; giving yourselves some time to both settle down from your breathtaking and extremely mind blowing orgasms. You were sure he could feel your heart racing against his chest; his was beating rapidly against yours. A huge grin rose on your face as you began to think about his love confession. 

He loved you. 

You didn’t care that it took him six months to admit his feelings for you, you were completely over the moon. You left a soft kiss right below his ear. 

“I love you too Mark and I’m in love with you. I have been for longer than I’d like to admit. I’ve been wanting to tell you for months, but I was afraid that it was too early to tell you and that you didn’t feel that way about me—“

“I’ve been in love with you since our second date y/n I’m not even joking. Don’t get me wrong, like I’ve mentioned multiple times tonight, you’re genuinely such a beautiful girl—you’re literally a sight for sore eyes. But everything about you is seemingly perfect. Your personality, your intelligence, your kindness, generosity and your heart. The way you dropped everything to run over to help that older lady carry her groceries to the bus stop and then the way you didn’t even hesitate to buy ice cream for that little girl who dropped hers at the play ground. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, I need you to know that. I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re my entire world y/n. These last six months with you—getting to love you—kissing you, having late night conversations about the future with you, going on all these cute little dates with you, staying up till three in the morning to talk with you—I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I would go to the ends of this earth if it meant having you for the rest of my life in each and every lifetime.” 

Tears began to fall down your cheeks and you immediately pulled him in to another kiss; you didn’t think you were able to top his heartfelt speech nor did you want to. You could only hope your signs of affection would be enough to prove what your words weren’t able to. 

“Is sex everything you could hope it would be?”

“Yes. I um—I’m actually upset with myself for waiting this long. If I knew back then what I know now; if I knew how glorious making love to you would be then I would have let you take me right after our first date. You’re so good to me Mark. You’re the best boyfriend a girl could ever ask for. Thank you for that; and for every single thing that you do for me. Was I okay though? I know, you’ve probably been with partners who had more experience and were able to please you in better ways than I did, but I’m willing to learn whatever I need to in order to be good enough for you—“

You frowned when he roughly placed his hand over your mouth in attempts to silence you and licked his hand out of force of habit. “I never ever want to hear you say that you aren’t good enough for me or that you want to change your ways to be what you think I deserve. You are what I deserve; hell, if anything, I’m not good enough for you y/n. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life and I mean it. I’m not just saying that to spare your feelings or to make you feel better about the situation. You are the only person I’ve ever been in love with. You’re the only person I am ever going to love. What we had wasn’t sex—we made love. You were perfect baby. You made sure to take care of me and made tonight about us—even if I really wanted to focus specifically on you. Did I not praise you enough for the mindblowing blowjob you gave me? Where did you even learn how to do that? That was—I’m speechless. You took my breath away at least five times tonight and now you’re doing it for a sixth time just looking the way you do right now. If you’re not tired, I’m hard again. I’m sure you can feel it. There are so many things I want to do to you and since the night is still young, maybe we can cross some of those things off of my list. I want you on all fours baby. I wanna see that ass clap for me.”

Your imagination Now I'm fixated And I'm dying to learn Every inch of you Therе's something new F'ing me up I'm what you deserve, just

Draw a map for me Laced with strawberries And I'll get on my knees

Put my hands around you Ooh, teach me how to Touch you, tease, caress you, and please you Teach me how to love Put my hands around you Ooh, teach me how to Touch you, tease, caress you, and please you Teach me, teach me, teach me how to love

How to love How to love Teach me, teach me, teach me how to love

Teach me, teach me, teach me how to love Babe, I won't stop 'til you feel the rush Babe, I won't stop 'til you feel the rush Babe, I won't stop 'til you feel the rush Teach me, teach me, teach me how to love Babe, I won't stop 'til you feel the rush Babe, I won't stop 'til you feel the rush Babe, I won't stop 'til you feel the rush

Put my hands around you Ooh, teach me how to Touch you, tease, caress you, and please you Teach me how to love (please teach me how to love) Put my hands around you Ooh, teach me how to Touch you, tease, caress you, and please you Teach me, teach me, teach me how to love

How to love How to love Teach me, teach me, teach me how to love How to love How to love Teach me, teach me, teach me how to love Babe, I won't stop 'til you feel the rush Babe, I won't stop 'til you feel the rush Babe, I won't stop 'til you feel the rush Teach me, teach me, teach me how to love Babe, I won't stop 'til you feel the rush Babe, I won't stop 'til you feel the rush Babe, I won't stop 'til you feel the rush Teach me, teach me, teach me how to love

[staywritten]

Roommates│Han Jisung (M)

Synopsis: Jisung is a selfish, rude and loud roommate but he’s also really cute and you can’t help but develop a crush or ignore the unspeakable tension.  Roommate!Au

Genre: A tiny bit of angst, Smut

Word Count: 3k

When you responded to an ad for a roommate online, you figured the worst thing that could happen to you was that you’d be killed by some stranger in your sleep. Especially because the ad was far too good to be true. The apartment was beautiful, an in-unit washing machine, walking distance to campus, and work, and its rent was a steal. Especially in Seoul. Unfortunately your roommate wasn’t some creepy serial killer who dwelled in a basement and rarely interacted with you. No, he was a young attractive inconsiderate asshole testing your patience.

Admittedly you were a bit flustered with you first met him. His gummy smile was your weakness, his cheeks so squishy it took everything in you not to poke them, and when he worked out around the apartment, wearing that cut off tank you loved so much, you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together to relieve the pressure.

And as smitten as you were with his appearance you wanted to fight him about 80% of the time.

From how he always took too long in the shower on days he knew you had class, how he always ate your food. Knowing damn well he wasn’t the one who bought it. How his dates would always use your shampoo the morning after, how his stupidly attractive friends were always over without warning. And the worst offense of them all. His damn music.

It was the middle of the night, you had stupidly agreed to cover your coworkers 8am shift on what was normally your day off and Jisung had his friends over. Again. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to live with a music major. But not just a music major, a music major that was an underground rapper, with lots of friends who frequented your apartment. 

Especially in the middle of the night after a show.

You tried to keep your outburst to a minimum. Sharing a space was about compromise. And you tried your damnedest to compromise. You bought noise-canceling headphones, you stuffed a towel under the bottom of your door to try and buffer the music, you tried having an asmr video of thunderstorms playing. You even attempted banging on the wall to get his attention to lower the volume.  Anything and everything to drown him out. But by 3am, you could not only hear the beats booming against the shared wall but the laughter of his friends.

“Oh my god. I can’t” you groaned, throwing the blanket off and storming over the whole five feet it took to get to his door. “Yah! Han Jisung!” you knocked on his door vigorously, to ensure he heard you. You knocking not letting up until he opened up.

He swung open the door, a scowl on his face at the interruption.

Originally you were planning on politely asking him to turn down the music. And that cordial thought went straight out the window the moment you saw him. It was like all you could see was red. Here you were frustrated in the middle of the night and he had the nerve to look that attractive. His snapback pushing back his hair, displaying his forehead. Honestly it made him look like a fuck boy and it was a weakness. “Do you ever sleep?! It’s 3am!”

His mood immediately went on the defensive when you started yelling. “I live here too, and the last time I checked I don’t have a bedtime!”

“You are such an asshole! Turn the music down!” you hated that your immediate response was to stomp your foot like a child. But he was being childish too!

“You can’t tell me what to do” he scoffed rolling his eyes. “If I wanna play music until 6am I can!”

“You are so inconsiderate!”

“Me? What about you!? You always act like I’m the problem. I don’t complain when you’re being a pig! I clean everything” he rolled his eyes “You’re not perfect I just don’t whine about it”

Your eyes widdened at the sudden attack “If my mess bothers you then just clean it up or tell me about it! Don’t try and throw it in my face in a conversation about something else!”

“You’re the one that came over here to pick a fight with me! I have guests and you barley even wear clothes! You’re the one being inconsiderate” He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth and he saw how immediately you looked uncomfortable. 

But there was no backing down now.

You immediately folded your arms over your chest, feeling far more exposed than you had realized. But it was the middle of the night. You were in your sleep clothes. Which tonight consisted of a pair of comfy short shorts, and a thin t-shirt. You were flustered and caught off guard with his attack. Suddenly you could feel the gaze of his friends, looking at you and you just felt so exposed.

He wanted to apologize the moment he saw your eyes glaze over. The frustrated embarrassed look becoming more noticeable. “I-”

“Do what you want” you mumbled before hurrying back to your room, slamming your door hard.

He groaned before slamming his door as well. He continues playing music throughout the night, even after his friends left. He knew he was doing it out of pettiness. But he hated that you came and yelled at him, and then he ended up feeling guilty.

It was always like that. 

It was like everything he did pissed you off and he couldn’t help that you were sensitive to everything. You nagged him all the time. And if he wanted to be nagged he could have continued living with his mother. You even managed to guilt him after his one night stands left. It was uncomfortable. Why should he have to live like this? He did his best to make sure you lived comfortably. He knew living with a guy could be kinda uncomfortable so he never hit on you, made sure his friends never made a pass at you and you always make it hard for him.

He knew you were attractive and everything you wore was gonna be sexy but you could try harder to be ugly. He didn’t want to fight with you but he opened the door and the first thing he noticed was just how stunning you looked in such a simple outfit, one that he never really saw. You usually wore hoodies, or a robe when you walked around the common areas. And just as quickly as he took in the exposed skin, you yelled at him. Your hair was messy, your clothes disheveled, the neck of your v-neck falling off your shoulder. You just looked so kissable-so fuckable. And he couldn’t, so he threw a tantrum.

He’d figure out how to make it up to you tomorrow, he knew it was your day off so he figured he’d make breakfast as an apology.

He rolled out of bed bright and early to get started on your favorite breakfast but frowned seeing you drinking coffee and eating some bread. You were already dressed and ready for the day. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes, you rolling your neck stiffly. He looked at his phone checking the time. “Why are you awake?”

You rolled your eyes, and downed your coffee. “I have to go to work” you placed your cup in the sink, making sure to wash it and put it away before grabbing your bag. “Sorry if my exposed legs offend you, I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

“Today’s your day off.” he ignored your little stab at him, he felt bad enough.

“I had to cover someone's shift.” you spat, shooting him a glare.

“Why didn’t you tell me last night...I would have-”

“You wouldn’t have care. I asked you to turn the music down…” you sighed heavily and walked over to the door, slipping your shoes on. “You never care.”

“Why didn’t you tell me...I would have never had the guys over if-” he jumped as you walked out slamming the door shut.

But that’s how things were between you two. 

There was an undeniable tension, but after a few days it’d slowly die down. He’d ask you what you wanted for breakfast and things went back to normal. He never apologized for being inconsiderate, you never apologized for throwing a temper tantrum. It may not have been the healthiest but it worked.

Being roommates was about compromise right?

It’d been about two weeks since your last argument with Jisung and for all intents and purposes things were going well. He’d been more mindful of having people over only on the weekends, and keeping the music to a minimum on days you had early shifts. And you had been more mindful to clean and stay in your room when he had his friends over.

You yawned walking out of your bedroom, padding over to get a glass of water. Jisung was cozy on the couch with a blanket, flipping through movies to watch. “You enjoy your nap? It’s like midnight”

You nodded and grinned, downing your water. “It was the best four hour nap I’ve ever had. And the best part is I’m off tomorrow so I can sleep in.” You cleaned your cup before walking to him. “What are you doing back so early? Didn’t you have a date?”

He sighed before rubbing his temples “I did.” his tone curt and short.

“That bad huh?” you sat beside him, hugging your legs to your chest. “Wanna talk about it?”

“I picked her up, we had dinner…” he hesitated looking back to you, trying to read your expression. “And…”

You smirked, raising your eyebrow. “Had sex?” you laughed “I’m a big girl Jisung. I know what sex is.”

“I know- we just never talk about it or dating in general and stuff...I didn’t know if that was weird…” he fiddled with his sweater uncomfortably. “Like you don’t bring guys back…”

“Jisung no offence but, I don’t bring guys back when you’re home. It’s kinda uncomfortable too, and I don’t like scaring guys off with the My roommates is a guy, talk on first dates.”

“Woah- wait you brought guys back here after the first date?”

“Sometimes” you grinned, eyeing him “Han Jisung… You seem so surprised” your tone light and teasing. “Is it so hard to imagine that even I have sex?”

“No it’s just… “

“I’ll have you know I’m actually quite charming.”

“Oh I know” he looked a little embarrassed at how quickly it slipped out. “Like I know you’re hot and charming and… I dunno I just feel a little in the dark...I didn’t even know you were dating and yet I-”

“Bring your dates back home all the time.” you gave him a smug smile “Trust me, I know” you pointed to the walls. “They’re thin, remember? Oh and your dates always use my shampoo and body wash���

“I’m sorry…. That’s kinda rude isn’t it?”

You shook your head “Live comfortably”

“But you don’t…”

“Jisung, I don’t bring guys home when you’re here because I don’t want you to have to hear us.” you cheeks warmed as you chewed on your lower lip. “I’m kinda loud, I’m a little self conscious.”

“I wanna hear…” he turned toward you, his voice barely above a whisper. Part of him was hoping you didn’t hear him over the Netflix trailers, the other part of him prayed you heard him so he couldn’t chicken out.

“Do you?” your eyes darkened as you stared at him, slowly moving closer to him. He took in a sharp breath before pulling you into his lap. You grinned, straddling him, your lips inching closer to his before pulling away. Just ghosting the slightest bit, loving how he chased you. “Tell me bout your date and I’ll do whatever you want”

“Isn’t that kinda weird?” he tried to read your expression, but his wary look turned into one of intrigued as your smile grew. “Wait… Could you hear us earlier…?” He felt himself getting turned on more, as he noticed how warm you were, how flushed you got thinking about it. “I thought you were asleep…’

“You guys woke me up” you licked your lips, your hips moving against his just slightly. He stifled a groan before steadying your hips.

“It turns you on doesn’t it...? Hearing us?” Seeing your coy smile, he grabbed your jaw before pulling you into a deep kiss. His lips moved quickly against yours, as he nipped and chewed on your bottom lip. “Mmm…” He pulled your hoodie over the top of your head and groaned seeing your bare chest. “No shirt or bra?” he traced your soft, smooth skin, running his fingers up your sides.

“I never wear a bra at home” he smirked against your skin, kissing down your neck.

“You never answered my other question…” his teeth grazed your skin, reaching your nipples “Mmm such a pretty color Baby…” he whispered, his eyes peeking up at you as he peppered kisses before taking the bud into his mouth, sucking softly. His free hand palming your other one, gently tweaking your nipples. He loved how it made your squirm. You hips, desperate for friction. Almost angered by how much both your sweatpants got in the way. “Do you get turned on when you hear me have sex…? Did you wish it was you? Do you touch yourself…?” he chuckled, kissing your nipples, his teeth tracing them. Your head rolled back as you whined bucking your hips more. “Pay attention baby...answer me.”

“I get turned turned on…” your pout deepened before you cupped his squishy cheeks. “I wished it was me...and I always touch myself…” you leaned down closer to his ear, your lips brushing against the shell of his. “And I always cum…”

He gripped your hips tighter, digging into your skin. “Fuck….I…” he gripped your bottom, moving you closer to his crotch. “How many times did I make you cum tonight…?” his voice dropping an octave as he teased you. His fingers found their way into your sweatpants, teasing you from the outside of your panties. “Mmm and since when do you wear sweatpants?”

“I thought you said I didn’t wear enough clothes”

“Yeah when my friends are over and I’m trying to not fantasize about fucking you over every surface” he chuckled, rubbing a bit harder feeling your panties moistened. “Answer me Sweet girl….How many times did you cum?”

“Nnnn...how do you know I’m sweet?” you shivered as his finger rubbed against your slit. “You’ve never tasted me” you moaned softly.

“Stop trying to distract me, if you’re a good girl and answer me and I will.”

“T-twice…”

“I’m gonna double that” he whispered before tossing you on your back on the couch, making quick work of your sweatpants and panties.

You grinned as he settled himself between your legs. His mouth covered your core, as his tongue made its way inside you. Your thigh hooked around his shoulder as he deepened his teasing. “A-Ahh Jisung… you’re no fair” you panted “You never told me about your date”

“You minx” he grinned, pulling back just slightly pushing his index finger inside of you, curling it and watching you squirm. “You heard us, you know exactly why my date went badly.”

You shivered, gripping the arm of the couch. “But I want you to say it.” you licked your lips. “Please...I wanna hear it-Ah!”

He teased, shoving another finger inside of you, pumping it in and out. “Did it make you cum when you heard me call out your name instead?” his voice low and husky.

You nodded, squirming more from his teasing. “You sounded so sexy when you moaned my name” you reached down pulling at his shirt, pulling it over the top of his head. “I know you didn’t get to finish” you grinned. “Should I be nice and let you finish in me?”

“Please…” You ran your hand down his toned chest, the efforts of his workouts paying off so beautifully. He pressed his mouth over your center again, relentlessly, teasing and fingering you until you were a moaning mess. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you pressed him into you, desperate to cum, you were so close. But more than his tongue, more than his fingers, the thing that brought you closer to the edge was his intense eye contact. It was both shy and dominating. He just never looked away and for the rare moments he did, the way his gaze flashed up at you made you feel so flustered. “J-Jisung” you moaned out, your stomach tightening as you shivered. He helped you ride out your high, his fingers relentlessly moving until you came against him.

“Such a pretty girl…” he licked the slick off his lips before meeting your lips again. “You were so good for me..”

“I can be better” you reached for the growing tent in his pants, rubbing him. “Let me..” you crawled closer to him, wanting to return the favor.

“No baby.. I don’t need it. Right now all I need is you.”

“But-”

“I’ve literally been thinking about you all night, I promise if you put your lips on me, I’m not gonna last.” he gave you a sheepish look, almost embarrassed from his confession. 

“Fine” you pouted pulling his sweatpants and boxers down his thighs.

“Don’t pout” he chuckled, kissing your jaw. “Next time Baby”

He was fully erect, pre-cum leaking from his swollen head. You smiled, wrapping your fingers around him and rubbing him firmly. “I need you…”

His head rolled back as he closed his eyes. The feeling of your fingers around him was like a dream. “Mmm Baby, I need to get a condom”

You shook your head and grinned, your grip tightening a little. “No~I want you now…” 

“You serious?”

“I wanna feel you Jisung~ Can’t I? Will you let me?” your voice so soft as you coaxed him into a deep kiss. Your tongue rolling against his “Please?”

“You beg for me so well..Fuck-yes Baby” you rubbed himself against your wet entrance, slowly pushing himself inside. There it was again, that beautiful eye contact, that little furrow in his brow when he concentrated, his soft lips pulling into a pout as he moved against you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“It’s ok, you can go harder.” you encouraged him.

And that was all he needed before he began to pound into you more vigorously. His hands moving down your body, cupping your breast and rubbing against your side. Like he was just desperate to touch everywhere. His lips occasionally finding yours to tease. “C’mere…”

He pulled you onto his lap again, his back against the couch as he let you ride him. He hit deeper at the new angle, and you loved every second of it. You arched your back, gripping the couch as you moved your hips faster, in a circular motion to stimulate yourself. 

His lips sucking the soft skin of your neck, leaving a mark as you moved. His strong hands on your hips guiding you back and forth on him. “Faster baby” he whispered huskily. Your moans music to his ears, his, your desperate cries of his name, encouraging him more. “I’m almost there, are you close?”

“Not quite but don’t worry about me I-” you moaned out louder, feeling him tease and squeeze your clit. “Ah-Jisung!”

He kept rubbing your clit harder, desperate thrusting into you, his free hand moving your hips harder. “Cum for me Baby…” he whispered sweet nothings against your skin, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. 

He could feel you pick up the pace, your body shivering as your second climax inched closer. “That’s my girl…” he slammed into you, gripping so tight as he released, he kept moving until he felt you cum following not far behind him, just long enough before the over stimulation became too much to handle.

“Jisung” you whined, holding his shoulders to steady him, your face collapsing in his chest as you calmed yourself, and steadied your breathing. You could feel him start to soften inside you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

“Mmm… you’re right you are pretty loud, it’s so sexy” he chuckled running his hand up and down your back.

You pulled back to look at him and pecked his nose softly. “I’m really glad your date ended badly tonight”

“Hell, me too” he laughed “I’ve had a crush on your since you moved in, but kinda figured I shouldn’t try and hit on my roommate” he playfully spanked your behind for you to get up. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and got you both cleaned off before he tugged back on his sweats, you only bothered to put on a new pair of panties and a t-shirt. He cleaned up your clothes to put near the laundry while shyly looking at you, like he was trying to find the courage to speak.

“What is it?” you leaned against your door frame, watching him fidget with everything in his path from the washing machine to your door.

“I-Um...Do you wanna go on a date tomorrow?” he asked shyly, standing in front of your door. “I know the order is kinda backwards but, I really am interested in you and I was kinda hoping this wasn’t just a one night thing. I mean-If it was that’s cool with me too, like no pressure but”

“You’re rambling” you grinned “I’d love to go out tomorrow.”

“Really?!” he smiled so brightly, his beautiful brown eyes disappearing in a crescent shape as that gorgeous gummy smile graced his face.

“Really” you giggled, subtly touching his hand. “You weren’t the only one with a crush Jisung”

“Can I kiss you goodnigh-” you interrupted his silly question, pressing your lips against his before pulling him into your bedroom.

End.

( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ  Hey Friends I hope you liked that one shot, it was my first smut for stray kids, i know it was kinda long. But it seemed silly to split it up into parts so I hope you didn’t mind >///< If you liked it let me know~

-D❍MI

[writingblackpink]

Lazy Sundays

genre: fluff...and uh...just a lil smut....

word count: 1.2k

pairing: jisoo x reader

a lazy Sunday with Jisoo. 

A/N: *nervous laughter* ah ha ha hi so I got this request like a month ago, and I wasn’t going to write it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about this idea so....I decided to try something new! To the anon that requested: I hope this is what you were looking for? Anyways....let me know what you think ;)

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There was something rare about the slow, lazy drag of Sundays. This Sunday. Rain tapping rhythmically on the windowsill behind the low hum of the movie on the television. Something old. Something you both had seen before. The room kept lit by a single lamp standing in the corner, darkness beginning to descend in the cloudy, rainy, late afternoon sky. 

You. On the couch. Jisoo in your arms, under a blanket. Her hand softly brushing through your hair. You leaned into her touch. Your hand mindlessly drawing circles against her back where she lay facing you, back to the movie. Her in only an oversized t-shirt. Nothing else. You in her hoodie. Bodies tangled, pressed together. Warm. 

Kisses. Soft. Slow. Deep. Her lips addicting. More addicting than the most addicting drug, you think. More. You want more. You can’t stop. You press your lips anywhere they can reach. She does the same. 

This was rare. An entire day to yourselves, nothing planned, nowhere to be, no responsibilities to be had. There was no better way than to spend it wrapped up in each other. 

Soon the movie was even more forgotten. Jisoo nuzzling her head to your chest as you pulled her closer. You could feel rather than hear her deep breathing against your body, signalling she was asleep, her body limp in your arms. You focused on that, eyelids weighed down by the serenity of the moment. You focused on the way the rain fell against the window like a military parade. One, two. One, two. You focused on Jisoo’s even breath. It was like counting sheep. You were asleep. 

-

“...yes…”

Something brings you out of your slumber. You feel like you might still be dreaming, on the precipice of falling back into the deepest state of relaxation. Then thunder shakes the house and you’re violently dragged straight away from that cliff. 

“Jisoo?” you whisper, and as you crack one eye open you notice the room is now mostly dark, save for that one corner of the room where the lamp stands. The steady rain outside has now shifted to a steady thunderstorm, and the accompanying lightning helps to illuminate the room in brief flashes. 

You focus on the way her breath remains steady. Still asleep. One of her arms slung around your waist, as yours lays nearly numb under the pillow underneath her head. Bodies seemingly closer than when you had fallen asleep. 

You close your eyes. Not sleeping, but sensing your surroundings. You hear the rain outside, tap, tap, tap. Louder. You feel Jisoo take each breath against your body. Silent. You take into account the way one of your legs slots between hers. Soft skin touching soft skin. Perfect, like a missing puzzle piece come home. Your left foot chilled from where it peeks out from underneath the blanket. Your lips tick upwards as you think about Jisoo being a blanket thief, a compromise you will gladly make. 

She shifts against you, closer. The quietest little whimper escaping her lips. You almost couldn’t hear it over the rain. 

“Jisoo?” you try again. No answer. You wrap an arm around her, your hand slipping under her shirt to resume painting shapeless shapes across her bare back. Her breathing remains steady. 

She shifts again. This time more deliberate, slower, more pointed. Pressure. On you? Then nothing. Silent. Your thigh feels hot where it connects with Jisoo’s body but you don’t think twice. Then she’s moving the hand that’s wrapped around you and bringing it to meet her other hand twisted in the front of your hoodie. She scoots impossibly closer. She settles in, and your eyelids feel heavy again, like you might fall under at any second. 

-

You awake again, unaware of how long you’ve been asleep this time. It couldn’t have been long. And as you become more aware of your surroundings, you feel what woke you up. At some point, Jisoo moved her arm to wrap around your back, pulling your bodies flush. You feel the subtle roll of her hips against you, the slick spot growing on your skin. Your eyes snap open. 

“Jisoo?” you whisper, and again, no answer. You smile at the thought of Jisoo having a pleasant dream. About you? You hope. The subtle rolling comes a little faster now. You look down and although Jisoo has her head mostly tucked into you, you can still see the furrow of her eyebrows, the bead of sweat daring to drop from her forehead, and you suddenly realize how stifling the air is under the blanket. Suffocating. 

Slowly, you move your hand down her body, making sure to drag it along every curve. You rest it against her ass, encouraging her to continue her movements. Although subtle, her movements speed up again. You bring your hand around to her front, thankful there are no barriers between you. You dip your hand in between her legs and as soon as you make contact -- 

She gasps awake, eyes shooting open. Movements cease. 

“...y/n…?” and it comes out quiet, almost a whisper, embarrassed. 

“Mhmm?” 

“Was I…”

“It’s okay, Jisoo. You can keep going if you need to.” 

She answers by reaching up and placing a soft kiss against your lips, hips resuming their movements against you. Not subtle, but this time hard and fast, and you know it won’t take long. She drops her head into your neck, placing kisses anywhere she can reach while your hand takes its place at her back to help guide her against you. Her breathing comes in short, hot pants against your neck now and the increasing wetness on your thigh sends a sympathetic gush to your core. 

Jisoo silently pants against you as her hips move even more recklessly. Her shirt has ridden halfway up her body, just as your hoodie has, and you can’t help but notice the slick slide of your skin where it meets under the material. You know she’s close. 

You tilt her chin up just as she begins to fall apart, muffling her quiet moans with your mouth. You feel every inch of her body as it shakes against your own, and you can’t help but let out a moan of your own. Her body jerks a few times to a stop, letting out a contented sigh as she does so. 

It’s hot, and it’s sticky, but you wouldn’t wish for anything else. Seeing Jisoo fall apart for you will never get old. You place a kiss atop her head when she nuzzles back into her chest. Both of you silent for a moment. Your thoughts run wild as to what vivid imagery was running through her mind that led to this. She brings you out of your daydreaming as she looks up and meets your eyes. 

“Y/N?” 

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can we get pizza?” 

And you let out a loud laugh. Louder than necessary for the tight space between the two of you. But you wanted nothing more. Nothing more than pizza and Jisoo to cap off this day. This is what Sundays were for. You. Jisoo. Long naps. Orgasms. Pizza. 

Her bottom lip juts out into a pout before responding. 

“I’m serious!”

[whaleofatjme1920]

Hi can I have a Romantic match-up with nsfw for your 1k celebration! If i'm too late then please feel free to delete this! BUT if i'm not then here we go I guess! I hope this isn't too long but I tried my best to give you as much info as possible! This is my first ever match-up btw! So hopefully I did this right

Fandom: Creepypasta

Age: 20

Zodiac: Leo sun, aries moon, Leo rising

Personality type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight

Personality: So lets see here....i'm very sarcastic, stubborn, and just all in all a goofball like its just how I am. I think i'm hilarious...i'm probably not though lmao but I still tell really bad jokes and I have a very dark and dry sense of humor. But its hard to get close to me because I push people away very easily and i'm very emotionally detached, I suck at emotions, i'm very apathetic and overall if i'm upset about something i'll hide it or ignore it. I also have really don't care about what people think of me, in fact sometimes I kinda dislike people but that might just be me being salty. I'm also very silly though with friends, i'll do crazy crap and act like a complete child, that's just the type of friend I am....the feral gremlin. I can be serious though when I need to be and I can and will not hesitate to stick up for any i'm close to in fact I might go a bit overboard but i'm just protective over people I care for. I also push myself way too far and I'm very critical of myself so I am my own worst enemy, sometimes i'll ghost everyone for no reason and i'll feel terrible afterwards. speaking of feelings, I try to hide them the best I can so that causes anxiety and lots of anger issues, *Insert angry crying*....yeah I angry cry. I just need someone who I won't be afraid to just spill my feelings to.

Looks: i'm 5'5, very petite, and I don't weigh a lot, but don't get me wrong i'm very fit too I usually work out everyday if I can. I have thick dark brown hair that goes down to my mid back and brown eyes. I also have freckles and a very not so curvy body aside from my hips. For my style.....honestly I don't have a style really, i'll wear whatever but I have a Adidas jacket and a pair of nice combat boots that I wear a lot, but I love flannels especially if they are big and soft, same thing goes for sweatshirts. I also will just wear sports bras around my house when I don't feel like wearing clothes. Also my hair is really messy most of the time because I run my fingers through it a LOT....its a stress thing idk?

Extra stuff: Its hard to scare me like really hard to, mainly because I love horror movies and i've watched so many that at this point i've seen everything for the most part. I also have sleeping issues, sometimes I can sleep and other times I can't so I may or may not have eye bags and I take a lot of naps (When I can sleep that is), I'm super clumsy like I trip over things at least five times a day.....I actually almost just tripped over a shoe a minute ago but we aren't gonna talk about that, also i'm really loud sometimes because I grew up with a really loud family so I'll talk too loud sometimes and I won't realize it, people say I have country accent although I don't notice it but other people do so? I like rock and roll so basically anything under that genre i'll listen to, and lastly I love thunderstorms because thunder....so nice.

Nsfw: So i'll try to give you as much info as possible for this part. I'm a Sub although I can dom if I really want to. My kinks are Marking, edging, overstimulation, and I have a major size kink like anybody who looks larger and intimidating....sign me up. I also don't know if this counts as a kink but I have a major thing for tattoos and piercings. Also petnames......Doll, Sweetheart, baby those are all very nice. you could literally throw me around and manhandle me, I'm completely fine with that. Also hate sex is good too.....I won't ever say no to that lmao

Your matchup is... Eyeless Jack!

[Disclaimer: If you’re coming from the tags, my matchups are closed as of November 22nd, midnight USA central time. Do NOT send me a matchup, I’ll have to politely turn you down </3]

NSFW below

In General

Everything about you screams EJ but it was the kinks that really did it.

Things He Likes About You

Alright, so, I think he really likes your sarcastic and stubborn nature. EJ doesn't really favor pushovers? Your humor appeals to him in a very amusing way. He likes that you don't really care about what other people think of you because he's pretty much the exact same way. Physically speaking, he likes that you're smaller than him. I write him as like a 7' tall demon so like, hey-, but your hair is gorgeous in his opinion. Likes that you're fit and that you work out because ohoh does he really like that. Hips are really nice too, which is something he aesthetically appreciates from you. He's not too picky on his style either but absolutely loves whatever you wear as long as you're comfortable. I can see him giving you his sweaters that just ENGULF you.

You Two as a Couple & NSFW

You're like one of the only people that can make him laugh and that's all I'm going to say. He has a super dark sense of humor as well. EJ is just as prickly when it comes to actually getting close to him and the like, but I think he would warm up to you pretty fast and vice versa. I feel the two of you would click. He's prone to masking his emotions too, mostly because he views them as a sign of weakness. He's kinda into your feral gremlin nature because well, he likes the opposites thing you two seem to have going on. He doesn't always vibe with people who are EXACTLY like him, so having someone go off the walls chaotic makes him pretty happy if he's being honest. He can be sweet though. If you're being too harsh on yourself for whatever reason, he'll get down to it and make you feel better in his own bizarre, kinda blunt way. EJ cares, he's just like, kinda curt about it. He understands anger issues, but he's been alive for goodness knows how long so he's managed to work through it to some capacity. He'll help you come down from your anger issues as well. I don't think he'd scare you or anything?? He worried about your sleep schedule because well, he is somewhat of a medical professional he's going to worry. He also really likes thunderstorms, they make him feel at peace.

He's a dom. Like, you cannot get EJ to sub. Not the way I write him. He is a territorial mess, will absolutely mark you. His kisses are bruising and his teeth are sharp. Edging and overstimulation?? Oh absolutely. EJ has a knotted dick, so like, big overstimulation right there. He's also a huge demon, 7' and will absolutely tower over you. He's BIG in every sense. Also, I do write him with piercings!! Gauges, snakebites, and I think he has a prince albert accompanied with a jacob's ladder. Look, it's fun. Don't think he has any tattoos yet. He'll call you a lot of pet names, mostly baby an sweetheart sometimes said in a teasing or a condescending tone. Hate sex and jealous sex?? Big thing with him. He's animalistic in every sense.

Closing Thoughts/Other Things

Hi love bug, here's your matchup! I'm honestly surprised I didn't write more EJ so it was nice to finally throw him in here. Hope you enjoyed <3

[ybcpatrick]

More soft post ybc: can we hear about the first time Pete and Patrick comfort each other after a nightmare? And maybe the first time they cuddle together, just the two of them?

i was gonna write a whole fic for this but i've been holding onto this ask for MONTHS and your boy simply does not possess the energy so. word vomit instead. here we go

pete manages to go, like, a HOT MINUTE without showing any "weakness" to the guys. probably a solid month or two of being Completely Fine, Thank You. he feels like he can't break, he has to protect his boys, has to help them work through their bullshit. he can't worry about his own, and he doesn't fuckin’ want to, either (even though he knows that’s the same self-destructive koolaid he used to drink, but in a different flavour). so when he finally cracks, it's bad. but it's still hidden, mostly. 

except for from patrick.

it's late. or, early, actually, depending on how you classify 2am. patrick's been awake for a while, he doesn't get much sleep at night these days; he’s pretty much surviving off of caffeine, adderall, and cat naps through the day. he’s still not comfortable with the idea of not being fully awake and aware of himself while the rest of the band sleeps, but that’s his tea.

so like, he’s up, and he’s staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything and nothing and he hears, like, this pathetic little squeak to his right. and its followed by a whimper, and then there’s a weird choking sound, and suddenly, pete is bolt upright and gasping for air.

patrick bites down a surprised yelp, watching pete with wide eyes as he fights to catch his breath and calm down. pete’s trembling, patrick realizes; pete is shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm, and he fucking jumps when he finally notices patrick staring at him. 

apologies and profanity start spilling from pete immediately, he’s babbling, wiping at his face to hide the tears he knows patrick’s already seen. he’s trying to throw that facade back up as quickly as he possibly can, and it triggers something well-worn and familiar in patrick, someone he hasn’t felt like in months. a few years, now, if he’s honest.

for the first time in a very long time, patrick initiates contact. eyes carefully locked on pete’s, patrick reaches out, grabs pete by the back of his neck. he pulls him down again, tucks him close against his body just the way they used to. pete’s breathing is rapid and staccato against patrick’s neck, like he doesn’t know what to do with this, and he probably doesn’t. for a split second, fear lances through patrick, like he may have just fucked up, may have made things worse, may have scared pete even more than whatever he just escaped from--

but then pete sobs. it’s quiet, but deep, and he becomes a dead weight against patrick as he breaks down. desperately, pete fists his hands into patrick’s shirt, tries to drag him impossibly closer, and patrick feels his already shattered heart fragment just a little further. he wraps his arms around pete, he holds him like he hasn’t since they were crammed in too-tiny bunks with problems that paled in comparison to this, and he lets pete fall apart with him.

and they don’t talk about it in the morning, but pete looks a little less storm-cloudy, and patrick feels a little less like he’s irredeemable. and that’s enough for that day.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

In Bloom - Part 1

Plant Monster!Yunho x Female Reader

Word Count: 4074

Contents: virgin!Yunho, sex dreams, accidental voyeurism, fingering, hand job, marking, vines

Notes: @lustjoong I finally finished part 2 so I can post part 1! I hope people like it and I know you’ve been excited for it bb.

Prequel | Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

What Yunho’s Flowers Look Like

“Yunho!” you called as you made your way into the greenhouse, shaking out your umbrella. Most of this week had been dreary but today had thunderstormed. Despite that you had told him you would visit today. For the last few weeks you’d been dropping by every few days to spend time with him and he was slowly opening up to you. He was still a little on the shy and awkward side but he was also goofy and sweet and he seemed happy to have a friend dropping by and that warmed your heart.

A frown tugged the corners of your lips downwards as you listened deeper into the greenhouse. Usually, Yunho responded to you but you hadn’t heard his voice. You knew he wasn’t in the window either. It wasn’t as if he had left, even if you were worried about that his vines were still all over the glass ceiling.

But this was odd. You hoped he wasn’t hurt. What would even happen if he did get hurt? From what he had said there were a few people who knew about him but you didn’t even know if he had a good way to contact them. Somehow you hadn’t asked about him having a phone but you hadn’t seen him carrying one yet so maybe he didn’t have one?

You left your sopping rain jacket and umbrella by the door, unsure if it was safe to take off your damp shoes but figuring it wasn’t the best idea. You called out for Yunho again as you pushed through the leaves and thick foliage in the greenhouse. He had to be somewhere and you figured if you searched for him in his favourite spots you would find him.

The closer you got to the pond the more you were sure you heard hurried whispers. Was someone else here? Yunho said the gardeners usually left by the time you got out of work so you had never run into them. Maybe they were still here for some reason? Someone was definitely talking and as you called out to Yunho again the voices grew quieter.

You pushed past the last few branches to find Yunho crouching next to the pond. His eyes were on you with a nervous look in them and the water below was rippling. You could see the small vines wrapping more tightly around his body as he chewed on his bottom lip.

“There you are!” you exclaimed. “I was calling for you, didn’t you hear me?”

“N-No?” he didn’t sound all that convinced but you let it slide.

“That’s alright, I must have been too quiet,” you hummed, jumping across the stepping stones and gazing down into the depths of the pond. Yunho caught you on the other side, quickly wrapping an arm around you and ushering you through the plants.

“H-How have you been?” his voice was still nervous.

You glanced up at him. “I’ve been fine but how are you? You look a little tired.”

“I’m fine,” he said quietly. “It’s been really rainy and I like the sunlight more. It gives me more energy. I’m just hungry.”

“Hungry?”

“Yeah,” he said as he led you into a clearing and sat on a log. “Sunlight makes me less hungry.”

You started at him blankly as you processed his words and he started to squirm under your gaze, worrying he might have said something wrong.

“Like… photosynthesis?”

“Y-Yeah,” he tugged at his sweater awkwardly.

You sat next to him slowly. “Wild.”

“I-Is that good o-or?”

“It’s really interesting,” you said reassuringly. “I just hadn’t thought about it but that makes sense.”

“Yeah,” Yunho’s word turned into a yawn and you chuckled.

“Yunho if you just want to sleep today-”

“No,” he whined, wrapping his arms and a few small vines around your waist. “I wanna spend time with you.”

You sighed. “Alright, then what do you want to do?”

He thought for a moment. “We can take a walk, it’ll wake me up.”

You gave him a soft smile as he let go of you and you got to your feet, him following suit. You let him lead you through the plant life of the greenhouse. You noticed that his flowers were closed from the rainy day and he seemed very drowsy. As you headed into the darker parts of the greenhouse your hand found his.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, the walk clearly not waking him up.

“Yeah,” you hummed. “I just can’t see too well, it’s dark in here.”

You glanced at him as he nodded, just barely making out the pink on his cheeks that matched the light pink of his flowers.

“It gets really dark in here at night.”

“Do you not have lights?” you asked. You didn’t think he would be able to see in the dark.

“Only in one place.”

You gazed at him curiously. “Where?”

“I-It- uh- just this- d-do you wanna see?”

You giggled at how flustered he was, unsure why the supposed location was throwing him off so much. Then again he got flustered very easily.

“Sure, take me to the light,” you chuckled.

You caught the small, nervous smile on Yunho’s face as he led you through the greenhouse towards what you assumed was an area near the center. You realized as you walked that there were areas that you had yet to explore. Even as it got darker you tried your hardest to make out your surroundings. You could hear water nearby and make out the form of something round and squat up ahead.

“What is that?” you asked, more to yourself than him.

“It’s a tree,” he said. “Or it was but it’s hollow inside. It’s, uh, where I sleep.”

“Cool,” you breathed, watching as it loomed closer. Your eyes caught the outline of what looked like a stream or small river running around the side of the tree. Yunho led you up to the entrance, pulling back a curtain of vines and letting you step into the dark space. You gazed around, unable to see much in the dark as he let go of your hand and made his way around the room.

Suddenly, light illuminated the space. The warm glow of the lanterns he had lit sent an array of golden yellow and orange over the greens of the space. There were small flowers in pinks, yellows, and oranges lining the walls and hanging from above. Soft moss lined the ground beneath you and grew up the walls. A hammock woven from vines hung along one side of the room and tall grass filled another corner. A small pond, you presumed part of the river, came under one section of the wall and you noticed the water rippling. A larger, darker looking vine was dipped into the water.

Your gaze trailed over the room until it landed back on Yunho again. He was pulling at his sweater sleeves again and nervously shifting from one foot to the other.

“This is so cool,” you breathed, seeing the relief wash over his face.

“I-I’m glad you think so,” he stuttered.

You plopped yourself down in the soft grass, smiling at him. “I didn’t even know this tree was here but this really is amazing.”

Yunho sat next to you, unable to wipe the smile from his face. “It’s comfy. And it’s all I really need.” He yawned again. “I’m sorry I’m so tired.”

“You can nap, you know,” you said.

A frown turned the corners of his lips. “But you’re here, that would be rude.”

You shook your head. “I’m in no hurry, and maybe I’ll take a nap too. I don’t mind.”

Yunho gave you a small smile and leaned back against the wall, trying to get comfy. You watched as he squirmed and shifted and you chuckled softly to yourself.

“You can lean against me if you want,” you said.

You watched as pink stained his cheeks and he rested his head against your shoulder. As he put more of his weight against you you struggled to keep yourself upright and guided his head to your lap instead. Yunho gave you a shocked expression but you just hushed him, running your fingers through his hair.

“Just sleep,” you hummed.

He gave you one last flustered look before closing his eyes, admittedly loving the comforting position. You gazed down as him softly, watching him drift off to sleep before the sound of distant music caught your attention.

Your eyes shifted, gazing towards the small pond at the edge of the pool. You felt your eyelids getting heavy, though you didn’t feel tired. You caught the way the water rippled slowly, the lantern light glinting off the water mesmerizingly as the sound of a reed flute filled your ears. 

Your fingers stilled in Yunho’s hair as the sound seemed to enchant you, holding you still. You were sure it was getting nearer very slowly. 

The rippling water seemed more disturbed.

Your breaths were deep and even as you gazed, entranced, at the water and how it moved. The sound seemed so close in your ears now, so soothing. Perhaps you should close your eyes too. Perhaps it would lull you off to sleep as well.

Something deep inside your hazy brain told you not to sleep, to fight against the instinct to close your eyes. You wanted so badly to give into the sweet melody, the rippling water, as if something was now just underneath the surface, right there, just out of reach.

A small mumble of your name pulled you from your reverie. Your gaze snapped down to Yunho, your hand still in his hair. You blinked a few times and gazed around, was it darker out now? Could you even tell from in here? How long had you been out of it?

You made a mental note never to explore this place without Yunho by your side.

Your name fell from Yunho’s lips again and you smiled down at him. He had to be dreaming and he spoke in his sleep. You had to admit you thought it was incredibly cute that he was dreaming about you and saying your name.

A moan left his lips as his hips shifted.

Or not.

You felt heat flood to your face as you processed what was happening. Your eyes took in Yunho’s flushed face, the way his vines curled and tightened around his body as small pants and moans started to leave his mouth. Your name came from his lips again, this time undeniably a moan. Your fingers stilled in his hair again as your eyes slipped down to follow the movements of his hips.

And your cheeks burned as you noticed the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

You felt your heart racing. You had no clue what to do about this. Part of you had wondered if his body was human except the vines and it seemed as if some parts certainly were. But you weren’t sure if you should do something. Maybe he would sleep long enough to cum in his sleep but you couldn’t count on that. If you woke him up you knew he would be embarrassed about it. But did you just want to sit here and wait?

Your body tensed up as you felt a vine wrap around your leg as his hand grabbed at your sweater. Apparently his vines could also move in his sleep. Your gaze stayed on his body and the way he gripped you. It was firm but it didn’t hurt. You couldn’t slip away though, that was for sure. Yunho whimpered out your name and your face burned as you became slowly aware of yet another problem.

The way his moans had heat pooling between your legs.

You bit down on your lip and shifted ever slightly. There was no way for you to rub your thighs together or get any relief at all, you were just going to be worked up until you got home. You certainly hadn’t expected to think about him this way but his flushed face, the movement of his hips, and his cute little moans were turning you on and had thoughts swirling around in your mind that you couldn’t get rid of.

And the longer they went on you didn’t want to.

Was this bad? What was the right thing to do? To wake him up and find a way to deal with it? To let him sleep and hope it went away as he slept? What if he came in his sleep? The thought made you dizzy, the idea of watching him cum. Even now his moans were getting a little louder, his vines a little tighter. You couldn’t help the way you squirmed, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight, your face burning.

Either way, you didn’t think you could handle watching him cum in his sleep, knowing it was to the idea of you.

“Y-Yunho,” your voice was shaky as you jostled his shoulder gently. He let out a whine and curled closer into your lap as he started to wake up. You called his name a little more loudly to bring him out of his slumber, still unsure what to say as you waited for him to open his eyes.

He let out small whines and groans until he shifted in your lap, and let his eyes flutter open to see you. Confusion coloured his expression as he took in the look on your face and slowly processed why you were here. You caught your lip between your teeth nervously as he gazed down his body and then back up at you hurriedly before sitting up and covering his lap with his hand, his cheeks burning red.

“I-It’s not- I-I can’t control- I w-was just dreaming-”

“You said my name.” you blurted out before you had the good sense to cover your mouth. His face was a mix of shock and embarrassment as he wrapped his own vines around himself and started to cover himself with the large leaves. You could see tears welling up in his eyes as he pulled his knees to his chest and started to curl in on himself.

“N-No it’s really fine,” you said quickly. “I-It’s normal, I mean l-lots of people…” Your voice trailed off as you realized that your words weren’t helping, only making you sound like a high school health teacher.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered weakly, almost completely surrounded by greenery.

“Yunho,” you said as steadily as you could, trying to ignore the burning need between your legs. “It’s really fine. I-I’m not mad. I mean it’s nice- Or- I’m flattered that you w-were- It’s not- I…”

You felt like you were digging a hole, his gaze growing curious as he regarded you. At least he had been asleep, what was your excuse? Here you were fantasizing about him as he slept in front of you, unable to tear your mind away from the idea.

“You’re not upset?” he asked.

“N-No,” your voice was going to give you away. “I mean it must have been a good dream because you sounded good so really I’m flattered I-I just-” You cut yourself off as you took in his wide eyes.

“Did I- a-are you-”

“Do you want-” You stopped yourself again before you said something dumb as you watched the wheels turn in his head. The red tint on his cheeks deepened even more but something shifted in his eyes as his mind put together what you were trying to say.

“A-Are you offering t-to…”

Were you? The two of you got along well and for some reason you were the one on his mind as he slept. And to get up now and go home would feel weird, not to mention how worked up you were from his moans and movements. You had no clue what this would turn into but at the moment your need was outweighing everything else.

“Y-Yeah, if you want.” Your voice gave away your nerves but Yunho didn’t seem to notice as he sat up properly. You weren’t sure if he could hear your heart pounded. Then again, maybe his was doing the same. He shifted closer to you slowly, his gaze drifting down to your lips. He hesitated, his eyes flickering up to meet yours briefly and anxiety and excitement clouding them.

You closed the distance before you lost your nerve, letting your eyes fall closed as you pressed your lips to his. Yunho let out a small squeal that made you giggle before he started to relax, pressing closer to you, his hands in the soft moss on either side of you. You let yours travel up his chest as his kisses grew deeper, slowly winding around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

It didn’t take any longer for him to react. His hands found the small of your back and started to pull you closer. You let your fingers start to tangle into his hair as you felt his tongue swipe along your bottom lip, letting it into your mouth with a quiet moan. You shifted as he pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips. You felt heat flood to your face and rush down your spine as you felt how hard he was underneath you. You shifted your hips, grinding down on him lightly to give some much needed friction to your core.

Yunho groaned against your lips as vines curled and wrapped around your body quickly. His hands fell to your hips, guiding your movements on his lap and drawing gasps and moans from his lips. The friction against your clothed core sent sparks through your body and his vines tightened around you, pulling you until you were flush against him.

“Real you kisses better than dream you,” he mumbled against your lips. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you at his words and he pulled back, his face red.

“W-Was that dumb?” he asked anxiously.

You shook your head, pulling him back in. “It’s cute,” you assured him. Your lips found his again and he relaxed into your touch again, his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt to hold your waist. You let one hand travel up to tangle into his hair, holding him close as you ground down on his lap. The fingertips of your other hand trailed lazily along a vine coming from him.

Yunho shuddered, letting out a whiny moan, his fingers digging into your sides. You pulled back again to look at him, shifting back a little on his lap to see him properly. He looked embarrassed and his gaze shifted away from your eyes.

“Does it still tickle?” you asked.

“I-I- it- u-uh not- not when I’m- um- like this.”

“Oh… oh,” you felt heat rising in your own cheeks as well as his words sunk in. “But don’t they all get, uh, sensitive?”

“I-I-I can feel them a-all now but I- I don’t really- I mean I don’t ever- usually…”

“O-Oh,” you fully absorbed what he was saying. You guessed it made sense that he wouldn’t have experience living here like he did. You could see his anxiety plastered across his face and you let your fingers massage his scalp.

“Do you- do you still want to…?”

“I-I wanna do something,” he said quickly. “I-I-”

“We’ll go slow,” you said quickly. “We don’t have to do a lot.”

He nodded, looking somewhat relieved as he leaned back in for another kiss. His lips found yours again, this time more confident, easily slipping his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. You let your hand come back over his shoulder and trail down his chest slowly, grinning into your kisses as his breath hitched.

Your touch was ever so slightly shaky as you found his cock, hard in his pants, and started palming him slowly. He let out a sweet, whiny gasp against your lips as his vines tightened around you even more. His hips moved underneath you, pressing into your hand in a silent beg for more.

You hesitated for a moment before your fingers found his button and zipper, undoing his pants slowly. He eagerly shimmied them down his hips along with his boxers, though you could feel the heat on his skin. You let your lips trail along his jaw and down to his neck as you wrapped your hand around his cock.

Yunho let out a gasp and a flower close to you along the vine burst open. You giggled against his skin as he let his head fall back, more heat under your lips.

“At least I know you’re feeling good,” you chuckled.

“D-Don’t make fun o-of me,” he whined breathily. You smiled against his skin before sucking gently on a spot along his neck, your hand moving slowly on his cock. Beautiful whimpers and moans fell from his lips as his hips pressed and jolted up to meet your hand and you barely noticed one of his hands moving away from your waist.

You did, however, feel his fingers pushing shakily into your pants and panties. You gasped as they brushed past your clit, your grip tightening around his cock. You pumped him faster and ground against his fingers as his head rested back against the walls and moans fell from his lips.

You teased his tip with your fingers before moving your hand faster, feeling him buck up beneath you. His moans grew whiny as you sucked hickies into his skin and stroked his cock quickly, his fingers digging into you and his vines tightening almost painfully as his hips bucked up.

He let out a cry as he released, his cum dripping down his cock and over your fingers. He bucked his hips up as you worked him through his orgasm until he was shaky, panting as his vines loosened their grip on you.

You rested against him as he came down from his high, his voice quiet as and shaky as he spoke.

“You didn’t- Do you want-”

“You don’t have to,” you hummed against him. “If you’re tired.”

He rested his cheek against your head. “I want to, j-just tell me what to do.”

“Keep moving your fingers,” you hummed. He started to move his fingers in clumsy circles and you let out a shaky sigh as you ground against them. “Right there.”

He did just as you told him. His fingers were a little unsure but they still sent sparks shooting through you, igniting the fire in your core. He fell into a rhythm as you let out small moans against his neck, moving your hips in time with his fingers and quickly needing more in your sensitive state.

“Can you go lower,” you breathed. “Can you-”

“Yeah,” his voice was as breathy as yours, and very excited as his fingers slid through your folds. He found your entrance, teasing with one finger before pushing it in slowly and drawing a moan from your lips. You told him just how to curl his finger until you felt pleasure rushing through you.

You rolled your hips into his finger as your pleasure built up quickly. Your thighs trembled and your breath came quickly as you moaned against his neck, hiding your face almost shyly as he moved his finger more confidently and pressed the heel of his hand against your clit. You felt heat coursing through you and the coil inside of you tightening as “right theres” and “just like thats” fell from your lips. Your hips moved with his fingers and his skin felt hot against yours.

His vines wrapped around you again, though less feverishly and more protective as you gasped and moaned. The action made your heart skip and you gripped him tightly, pressing yourself closer. You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head.

You moaned out his name as you came, clenching around his finger. Your legs shook as pleasure washed over your body, filling you with bliss and his breaths came shakily as he took in your reaction.

“That was so hot,” he murmured as you came down from your high, gently pulling his finger from your core. “Can we- do you want to-”

“Do this more often?” You hummed, cuddling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “Definitely.”

[jarienn972]

Weathering the Storm - Part Four

For a multitude of reasons, it has been ages since I've been able to update this story. I had the chapter all plotted out, but never seemed to be able to find time (or sometimes just motivation) to write. I appreciate those who reached out to me asking if I planned to update it and I thank you so much for your patience! I absolutely plan to finish it and right now, there are 2 more planned chapters to close everything out.

For now though, since it has been a few months, here’s a quick recap of where we left off in the last chapter: Emma braved the elements to investigate the abandoned Sheriff cruiser, and after seeing the dashcam video, knows that her husband is injured after the disastrous traffic stop. She's made the assumption that Killian would try to make his way to the closest dwelling to the lonely stretch of highway - Zelena's farmhouse. We're going to pick up at that same farmhouse as the unrelenting thunderstorm continues. 

If you’d like to catch up from the beginning, you can find all of the current chapters on FF.net and AO3. Tumblr: Part One  Part Two  Part Three

Despite the warm glow from the flickering orange and gold flames in the fireplace behind her chair, the lingering dreariness of the day was wearing heavily on Zelena's mood. The sky was still laden with dull, grey clouds unleashing unholy torrents of rain upon the farmhouse's metal roof and continuous gusts of wind threatened to blow away the fluttering blue tarp which was only barely protecting them from the elements.

Oh, what she wouldn't have given right now if she could still possess the ability to poof them all away from this isolated outpost deep in the forest. Maybe she shouldn't have been so hasty and rammed that beat up old jalopy of hers into the Black Fairy. She wasn't particularly good at driving the beast but perhaps she could have managed to get into town… Oh, heavens...who was she kidding? In this weather, she wouldn't have made it to the end of the drive, and anyway, the ugly, metal death-trap was still sitting on a lot in town, rusting away as it awaited repairs. It hadn't been a high priority to fix when she'd had electricity and a working telephone to call Regina who'd pop in with supplies and whatever if she needed a hand with something. If she couldn't solve the problem with magic from a distance, she'd drive out to help her sister and niece, but she certainly couldn't do that right now.

At least, she could be thankful for the simple fact that Robin would sleep through almost anything when she had a full tummy. She couldn't recall the exact time she'd put her daughter down for her afternoon nap, but she estimated that it had been about an hour and a half, meaning her child was going to awaken soon and Zelena would have to figure out a way to entertain a cranky toddler in a dark, drafty house. For now though, the exasperated mom was enjoying the quiet reprieve from this stress-filled day before Robin was awake and wanting to play ,and then Zelena would also have to figure a way to keep the baby from bothering their guest.

Their guest.

How long had it been now since Hook showed up sopping wet on her doorstep? Two hours? Closer to three? Surely Emma would have realized that something was amiss if she'd not heard from her husband by now. How long might it take before someone realized that he was lying on her sofa right at this very moment? He was still semi-peacefully slumbering after taking a swig of the children's pain reliever which might have taken enough of the edge off to allow him to rest - or he'd just passed out from sheer agony and exhaustion.

Either way, she tried to distract herself with a little bit of reading by the firelight. The dancing flames cast odd shadows across the pages making the text difficult to see at times, but then she wasn't fully paying attention to the prose before her. She could scarcely recall a thing she'd read from the prior chapter, much less the last paragraph. She just needed something - anything - to keep her weary mind occupied during this brief reprieve. She was going bloody stir crazy, even beginning to believe she was hearing things that weren't there. She'd swear she just heard something rapping on the kitchen window, but quickly dismissed the thought, figuring it was just the swirling wind rattling the creaky door.

Until she was certain that she heard the sound of her name being called over the howling of the storm.

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Emma had briefly considered poofing herself right into the center of Zelena's kitchen, but decided against it at the last second, instead materializing from a cloud of pale grey smoke on the front porch instead. While she was somewhat protected from the storm by the narrow extension of the roof, rain water poured over the eaves in sheets. Considering that the gravel driveway leading up from the road had morphed into a shallow, muddy lake, the porch was relatively dry in comparison, although Emma wasn't certain just how protected she was from Mother Nature's fury when a bolt of lightning lit up the darkened skies. The tin roof above her head probably wasn't the safest right now…

She took a long stride closer to the door, wiping away some condensation from the glass with her sleeve as she peered through the window. She couldn't make out much inside the empty kitchen as it was fairly dark with a faint orangish glow in the distance. Zelena probably had a fire burning to provide some light and heat to stave off the chills with the power still out. She couldn't hear any voices emanating from the interior of the house, but it was possible that the noise of the rain striking the metal roof was drowning out any sounds from inside. But in the dim backlight provided by the firelight, Emma could make out a dark mass draped around the back of one of the ladderback chairs - a shape that looked decidedly like the collar and shoulders of a coat. A dark coat that had enough of a sheen on its surface to reflect the warm hue of the flames. Just like a certain black leather coat that her husband had been wearing when he departed for the station this morning.

Please, let that be Killian's coat, she begged of whatever higher power might be listening as she knocked anxiously on the window. Not noticing any movement inside the farmhouse, she rapped again, but this time on the wooden door instead of the glass as her sight fell upon a ruddy stain upon the white paint. Was that blood?

"Zelena?" she shouted, hoping that her voice would carry louder than her knocking. "Zelena? Are you in there?" Well, that was a stupid question...Of course she had to be inside. Most people wouldn't leave home with a fire still burning and where exactly would she go? Even if she'd managed to get her crappy car running, there was no way she would have made it into town in this downpour. She probably wouldn't have reached the end of the driveway… "Zelena!" she cried out even louder this time.

Seeing the familiar hue of the former witch's wild auburn hair through the steamed up glass, Emma's nerves abated momentarily and she let out a relieved exhale as the door was yanked open.

"Emma?" a startled Zelena muttered as she found the drenched, blonde sheriff standing at her doorstep, but her mood instantly lifted. "I am so happy to see you! I was hoping that you'd soon figure out your husband came here to seek help."

"Thank goodness. There weren't many places he could have gone, so I was really hoping he made it here. He recorded the whole thing on the dashcam, so I know he was shot. Is he alright?" Emma tried to keep her nerves in check, but as she rambled on, she knew she was failing miserably.

"He's in on the sofa. He's sleeping right now. Well, at least I think he's sleeping… He's been in and out of consciousness," Zelena explained as she waved Emma inside. Emma brushed past the redhead who closed the door quickly before the wind blew any more of the never-ending precipitation into the kitchen. Zelena continued detailing all she'd done to help, even though she doubted Emma heard half of it. "I've tried my best to get the bleeding under control. It isn't near as heavy as it was before, but he still lost a lot. The bullet that hit him went clean through and I don't think anything too vital was struck, but I really don't know for certain. He's still a bloody mess and a bit feverish. I tried giving him some of Robin's baby ibuprofen to help with the pain too, but I don't have a bloody clue how well that worked..."

Half-listening as she rounded the corner into the living room, Emma made a bee-line over to the sofa where she discovered her husband curled on his side with a woolen blanket draped over him. Even with the golden glow cast by the flames, his skin bore a deathly pallor. "Oh, Killian…," she sighed as she dropped to her knees on the floor beside him. She cupped her palm around his cheek, finding it cool and clammy beneath the warmth of her fingers. A muted, but guttural moan escaped his throat as he stirred at her touch. He blinked twice in the low light but as his sight adjusted, his eyelids parted fully to focus on the unexpected, but magnificent face of his true love.

"Swan?" he mumbled, his muddled brain trying to determine if she was real or just a cruel hallucination.

"It's me," Emma smiled, happy to find him conscious and communicative. "I'm here and I'm going to get you help…"

"Now that you can heal him, it'll all be fine," Zelena spoke up. "I would have already done that if I still had my magic, but now Emma can get you all fixed up," she gave a nod to Killian but the expression that crossed Emma's face confused her.

"Unfortunately, it isn't quite that simple…," Emma groaned in frustration. "Because this situation involved criminals from outside of Storybrooke, I had to have David notify the state police and put out a bulletin to watch for the vehicle. They'll have questions about the shooting, and if the deputy who they can see being shot on dashcam footage is suddenly, miraculously healed, those questions are going to get uncomfortable and weird and cast doubt on the whole thing. I don't even think that saying Killian was wearing a bulletproof vest would hold up under the circumstances…"

"So, what does that mean?" Zelena questioned.

"I'll have to get him back to Whale - transport him directly to the hospital…"

Emma was cut off mid-sentence as the storm unleashed a tremendous gust of wind that blasted through the broken window, billowing out the tarp until the nails could no longer hold and the resulting gush extinguished the fire. Swirls of raindrops, leaves and other debris were forced through the opening as the tarp floundered and flopped about the floor. Without a moment's hesitation, she spun around and raised her hands. In a split-second, a magical wave of bright light filled the room, vanquishing the tarp and all of the storm debris as it repaired the damaged window, restoring it to its original state like its twin further down the living room wall.

Zelena breathed a sigh of relief as the threat of further damage subsided for the time being, even though the room was plunged into darkness without the flames illuminating it. She wasn't going to miss that ugly plastic sheet, nor would she miss the drafts and rainwater that seeped in around its edges.

"Thank you for fixing that awful eyesore," Zelena said as Robin let out a terrified wail after being awakened by all of the commotion. "I'm coming, my love," she assured her daughter but she also gave Emma a quizzical look before heading over to the play yard. "Do you think you're going to have to explain that one?" she asked Emma with a gesture towards the repaired window.

"Hopefully, it won't come to it, but I suppose I'll think of something, if necessary," Emma replied as she turned her attention back to her wounded husband while Zelena scooped up a whimpering toddler. "Okay, one crisis averted," she whispered as she gently squeezed her husband's bicep through the blanket. "Let's get you into town so we can get you fixed up too."

Killian gave a weak nod and allowed his eyes to fall closed again as he steeled himself for teleportation, never knowing how rough the landing may be when they re-materialized. The commonplace of magical transport was something this grizzled mariner was still getting used to.

"Take us with you," Zelena interrupted. Unprepared for such a request, Emma glanced upward into the pleading eyes of the redhead who was still bouncing a teary-eyed toddler on her hip.

"What?" Emma stammered, her brow knitted in confusion. Had she heard that right?

"Please… Will you transport us there with you? I promise, we will be out of your way as soon as we get there. I'll call Regina to come pick us up, but I can't stay isolated out here in this bloody storm with no power and no way to get in touch with anyone. I hate not having magic anymore… I don't want to be a bother, but please…?"

"Um...sure, I guess," Emma responded. "For everything you've done for Killian today, I suppose it's the least I could do."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" the former witch gushed. "Let me grab Robin's things. I'll be less than a minute!" She scurried into the bedroom to collect Robin's diaper bag as well as a jacket for each of them, then quickly darted into the kitchen to grab the baby's pre-made evening bottle, which the little one eyed greedily as they returned to the living room. Her final task was to toss a pitcher of water onto the smoldering remnants of the fire to ensure it was completely out before they vacated the farmhouse. Returning to Emma's side, Zelena gave her daughter a tight hug and exclaimed: "All ready."

"Then off to Storybrooke Hospital we go," Emma stated, swishing her wrist before the magical cloud enveloped them.

[toukenramblings]

hiya mod! thank you for the letter! it was super sweet 💖 i hope you're doing well- eating water, drinking food, and taking meds responsibly and resting when possible! i also really liked your child saniwa headcanons, so can i request akita, gokotai, and kenshin interactions (platonic of course!) with a child saniwa? - 🎂non

CAKEY IM SO GLAD YOU LOVED THE LETTER I GOT SO SCARED HUOGHUGFHD BUT IM DOING OKAY, I HOPE UR DOING OKAY TOOO BUT THANK YOU FOR ALL OF UR SUPPORT. HERE’S SOME HEADCANONS I HOPE THEY OK

Warnings: nOTHING BUT BABIES

Akita Toushirou

“My name is Akita, I’m so excited to-” “....” “....new sibling”

This Saniwa is adopted into Akita’s family now. Akita took one look at this kid and immediately claimed them. Ichi-nii eat your heart out, Akita is gonna do his best to be the bEST BIG BROTHER-

And then Akita and the saniwa take a nap together while bird watching and Ichi-nii is found cRYING

Akita is a sweetheart no doubt and while he doesn’t partake in war much as a blade, damn right he’s going to be protective as hell of this saniwa. As said before, Akita is going to try to be a good big brother since he’s like...several hundred years old by now? Catch him always holding hands with the saniwa, leading them around the citadel, excitedly enjoying the day with them!

His favorite thing to do with them (regardless of age) is just well, bird watching or cloud watching! He’ll pick a sunny patch of grass or help them climb up into a tree and just...look up at the sky with them! Stargazing counts too. Then they gotta scream for someone to help them get down. PlEASE HJELP

Hell yeah Akita will fucking stumble into the kid’s room to stay up late. They’ll probably conk the hell out while playing ANimal Crossing or something. He tries his best to stay up though! It’s not super healthy but like...he just wants to spend more time with his new sibling!

Akita can kinda cook? He more or less bakes with the rest of his siblings, expect him to always feed the lil saniwa first though. He cares for them a lot!

Akita also attempts to get stronger in order to protect them. He’s mostly a protective sword for nobles and being close to this new lil master like this makes him happy to be of use, no matter how much he can do!

Akita also looooves going out for a walk! He’ll always hold the Saniwa’s hand as they run around a forest or a mall and get lost beyond belief. Akita will try not to cry though, even though he’s scared as fUCK. He just loves having new adventures with them!

Can and will try to give them a piggy back ride.

Akita Toushirou is a sweet little kid, and having a saniwa that is a child will honestly help him feel at ease. He’ll do his best to be a good big brother, even if he and the saniwa are mentally rather young. He just wants to do his best and see the world along side them!

Gokotai

“I-I-I’m Gokotai...I’m so sorr-”

*Mew~!*

“....I-I think they like you...?”

Gokotai isn’t even a true Toushirou place, an artificial and yet part of the Toushirou family. Despite the rest of his brothers saying that they love him nonetheless, he still feels like he doesn’t belong. So when he meets this little master, a part of him is terrified that they will not like him. Gokotai already has pretty crippling self esteem so being around someone who has a similar mentality to him does help ease him a lil bit???? But his tigers like him and animals can tell shit like that.

So when his tigers trust the lil saniwa, Gokotai’s shoulders slump a little, letting out some breath he had not realized he was holding. He’s rather shy and quiet, hesitant to talk to the master and will just prefer sitting there in silence with them. Most likely reading a book together or chilling with the tigers.

Speaking of books, Gokotai adores picture books - stores with animals being his favorites. Momotaro is an example as it’s about a young boy who goes on a brave adventure with animal friends - but like in the Hanamaru anime, another book he loves is The Blue Bird of Happiness. He and the lil saniwa will just read it over and over, and then probably have a permanent like lil corner of this one library or bookstore they always visit. The people working there know their damn names by now and probs have snacks for them.

When it comes to the little tigers, I think Gokotai will adore it when the saniwa comes to visit - his tigers will run to them, and beg for their attention. They groom them together, pet them, play with them, honestly it’s so fucking cute. Please hug my lil son for me. Cuddle him and give him a foREHEADD KISSY

Gokotai will slowly become protective of the Saniwa as he becomes closer to them. Taking in the idea of Kiwame!Gokotai, when he comes back with the sole tiger, he promises to protect them better!

To quote Gokotai, “Master always looks straight into my eyes.” and those are the window to his soul. He shies away at first but as he and the lil saniwa become closer, he feels comforted by the fact they always look at him in the eyes, a sign of trust and that they care for him? I don’t know how to explain it but it’s kind of a zen state when you lock eyes with someone you trust and just...wordlessly pass on thoughts to each other.

It warms the heart of the Toushirou fam to see Gokotai open up like this. He is one of the more timid of the bunch because of his...ya know, general disposition and past. This saniwa now has the entire Awataguchi fam at their beck and call now, find them being carried by Ichi-nii

GOkotai’s tigers will love them~! Always pouncing on them to wake them up, big ol cuddles. Oh cuddling with Gokotai will be angelic, just...so much floofiness and warmth.

This leads to the fact the tigers will straight up do anything for them. Are they crying? Suddenly there’s 15 stolen blankets and several other Awataguchi family members at the door to ask what’s wrong. Are they hungry? KAsen is found screaming at the mess the tigers made as they bring a whole (half eaten) turkey to the saniwa. Gokotai ad the lil saniwa are watching a scary movie and it terrifies them? Well now they gotta buy a new tv because the tigers attacked it to defend them.

Seeing, the lil saniwa being best friends with Gokotai is like getting a new sibling plus 5 new lil pets. It’s just one big ol happy family man.

Kenshin Kagemitsu

“I’m Kenshin Kagemitsu! I do not wish to be taken li-”

“.....”

“I am big brother now”

See, Kenshin will jump at the chance to prove that he can grow up and be a wonderful mature adult. So when he first meets this lil saniwa, he’s oh so giddy! He almost jumps for joy! Of course he stills himself, clearing his throat and properly introducing himself to them, wanting to come ass as mature as possible. It’s obvious in his eyes that he’s excited to get to know them though!

The first thing Kenshin tries to do is almost be like Azuki and Hasebe rolled into one. He’ll try to learn how to cook and clean and even though he has a miniature habit if sleeping in late and Azuki is most often waking him up in the end but Kenshin always wants to try and emulate him. He’ll be found bringing a big ol tray of breakfast of the saniwa and waking them up, yawning while he’s talking to them and denying that he’s tired.

Kenshin is allowed to be a kid rather often, and if Azuki is fond of them too, he’ll spoil them both~! It’s like having a bro and father combo!

This lil kid is always ready to learn new things, and is often found with some kinda new book that he will share with this new Saniwa. He will often be found reading together with them, learning new things! He may be trying to look tough and adult-like, but to do that you need to learn new things!

Kenshin almost tries a little too hard to help the saniwa. He’ll try to stay up a little too late to help them, or to ensure that they go to bed on time. It’s fine to be a kid sometimes, Kenshin! Thus, the lil saniwa sometimes drags him to cuddle, it’s cute as hell, Azuki found taking all of the pictures.

He’ll try to not be swayed by sweets and is often giving his snacks to the lil saniwa. Yes he’ll be envious and puff out his cheeks, claiming he doesn’t want them, but they always share the snacks anyway. No worries.

Going back to the idea that Kenshin tries a little too hard to help the Saniwa, he’ll go to Hasebe or Azuki for help at times, wanting to learn how to do paperwork for the saniwa. Honey, no, not until you understand the words and wtf is happening. THe government is a ho anyway.

Despite all of this, Kenshin is still very much mentally young. He is nervous at times and especially so when going into battle. He does his best and ultimately he comes home with the rest of the swords - running into the arms of the lil saniwa and asking them to praise him - but he won’t lie that he sometimes feels like he isn’t enough for them? More so along the lines he wants to become better and be a better sword for them, I suppose?

Kenshin is actually very easily scared. So whenever there’s thunderstorms or something, he says he isn’t terrified but with the way he’s clinging on to the saniwa or Azuki tells volumes.

Kenshin is just trying his best when it comes to this saniwa. They’re around the same age (mentally?) and Kenshin will automatically want to try to be their elder, to show that he can be depended on too!