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madamechrissy · 5 months ago

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Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - This chapter-explicit sex, fingering, rough sex, public sex, dirty talk, daddy kink (it's Toji so that's its own warning lol)

ꕥ Word Count- 6.5k

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip.

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Chapter 7

You wake up and blink lazily, seeing the hints of sunlight streaming through the room, and Toji Fushiguro’s huge arm is wrapped around you, holding you so tight. You sigh happily, snuggling deeper, in this little bliss that would surely soon be destroyed, and it killed you to think of. It was a matter of time before life happened, and in just a couple of days you’d be back to school.

This will be over…

You don’t want it to end.

You feel his hard length against your ass then, pressing, and you bite your lower lip as pressure builds in your core, fuck will you always be soaked around Toji? You wiggle a bit, gasping as his hand squeezes your tummy then, gripping the little tummy there as you lay on your side, and you go to shove his hand off, making him laugh against your neck.

“Don’t touch it!” You hiss, but he caresses it again, before squishing it. “No stop… I don’t have abs like you!”

“It’s cute and tiny, shut up lil brat.” He kisses your cheek again, and pinches the little tummy once more, making you blush. “You can’t be embarrassed, your body is so fucking nice.”

“Yeah but lemme lay on my back. It looks so much better.”

“I like it. I like this too.” Now he’s pinching the plush of your thighs, as he presses his cock eagerly against you.

“So you like where I’m squishy!?”

“The fuck you think, doll? I need to show ya?” He grunts the words then, and you feel him press against your soaking wet little cunt, right over those little shorts you’re wearing.

“Y-yeah, show me.” You whisper, as you arch your ass up for more, and he’s grinding his cock over both of your clothes, groaning in your ear, so sexy there’s a wet spot from you and Toji’s precum. He’s grabbing your breast now, squishing it in his hand, and it feels so good you can’t take it.

“Especially like the squish here.” He murmurs seductively, and it wrecks you, taking over your entire body with the sensations.

“Fuck, Toji…” You lean back your head and he kisses you softly, his hand moving lower, his fingers slipping into your wetness under your waist band. You try to hold back a moan, but it’s impossible, and you feel your body start to respond to his touch, your hips moving back against his hand.

“Soaked, doll, aren’t ya? You’re so slutty f’me.” You whine then, and he uses one hand to cover your mouth, shaking his head. “It’s morning, shh.”

You nod eagerly, sighing against his palm, and you reach back and stroke his thigh, sliding up behind you as he’s running little circles on your clit. When you reach his thick length he groans quietly, his hand moving faster, making you tense as you feel a climax build from just that.

Any touch Toji gives you has you writhing.

“C-cumming…” You whisper out, and you feel his hand tighten around your waist, holding you in place as he works his fingers faster, side to side, and you cover your mouth with your own hand, screaming into it as you fall apart.

“That’s it, doll, come for me, come all over Daddy’s fingers.” And you do, your body convulsing in his arms, your eyes squeezed shut as you try to keep the noise down, cunt throbbing around nothing.

"Toji, fuck me please." He groans, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, and then you feel him pulling your shorts to the side, and his cock is now pressing against your entrance, slippery and hot.

“Gonna be the death of me, doll.” His words just urge you on to no end, and then he’s yanking a thigh over his, and slipping into your pussy from behind, filling you so full you have to grit your teeth not to scream out. “F-fuck…”

“Mnh!” You can’t hide every moan, not when he starts to slide in easier, you’re so wet you can hear it. You bite your lip to keep from screaming as he starts to fuck you slow and deep, his hand still playing with your clit again, and you can’t take it. “Cumming, cumming!”

“So easy, m’barely moving baby.” You just whine, as he’s hitting new spots in this position, and you cling to the arm wrapped around you, ass pressing against his body for more, more as you gush around his length. You’re so slippery it’s sliding down your thighs, down to the sheets, making Toji groan. “Feel so fuckin good, doll.”

You can feel every inch of him inside you, stretching you out, making you feel so full, and it’s all you can do to keep from begging for more out loud, from screaming out. You’re so close again, and you know he knows it. His strokes get faster, his breath hot against your neck, his grip on your thigh tightening, he’s so deep he’s smacking your cervix, and you’re already close again.

You’ve cum so much so quick it’s intense, maddening, as you inhale Toji’s scent, as you feel his hard muscles contract, as his cock steadily fucks any senses you have ever had. He’s fucking rougher and rougher, making you bite your own hand to suppress a scream of pleasure, but it’s getting harder and harder to stop your noises, not when you’re clenching around the thick cock in you.

Toji’s relentless on your clit again, and you have to bury your face in the soft pillow, panting when you can feel your pussy clenching around him, and he groans softly, slowing down finally, gripping your body tightly against him. He’s kissing sloppy down your neck, tickling the skin and making your back arch, you reach back to touch him, any of him, just to feel him.

You both are a tangled mess in the blankets, you feel his sweat on you, feel his cock thickening in your aching little hole. He presses up into you, so deep you can’t take it, and you’re pulsing all around his cock, wetness sliding out around and down him, crying out louder than you should, making him cover your mouth again.

“Shut the fuck up, doll. Or no more dick.” You just whine, it feels so good it’s like you’re drunk on him, you’re dying. “Shut this pretty mouth, shh.”

You struggle, gritting your teeth and then rocking on him, he stutters his rhythm as your climax makes your walls tighten around his cock like a vise, burying his face in your neck and softly moaning. You yank his hand down, looking back at him and smirking. “Daddy…”

Toji starts cumming immediately at that, busting his load deep inside your cunt, filling you with warmth that spreads through your walls. He’s gripping you tight as he’s quietly groaning in your ear, pumping you full. You relish in it, in feeling him shoving his cock in so deep you can’t stand it, pushing his cum in more and more, as it’s slipping down between you two.

“Holy fuck, you’re evil, brat.” He speaks through gritted teeth, and you giggle then, but soon you hear it, a knock.

Shit.

Both of you tense, and he shushes you by slamming a hand down on your mouth harshly this time, you just shut your eyes, terrified, as everything is crashing down, the reality you refuse to let come in your head.

“Toji, can we talk?” Your dad says then, and your eyes widen in terror, both of you stare at each other.

“Um yeah, I’ll be down in a few.” Toji speaks calmly, while you’re losing your ever loving shit, damn near hyperventilating in his grasp. You all are still intimately connected, the aftershocks of your orgasm squeezing his cock.

“Yeah okay, have a company thing I thought we could bring Kiddo to tonight. Bunch of our old buddies. I’ll see you in the kitchen.” He walks away, and you both listen as the footsteps descend, and finally you both exhale.

“That was too close.” You murmur, and he sighs, easing out of you, making both of you hiss at it.

“Your fuckin fault, brat. ‘Oh let me cuddle you Toji, please’ now look.” You glare up at him as you get dressed.

“Whatever, you loved it.” He pauses, looking down, and then back up at you with a scowl, grabbing you by your shoulders roughly.

“Playing a dangerous game, doll. If you want some chance of this to work, you need to be careful these last couple days. Got it?”

“But what if he knew? What if I tell him and-”

“No.”

“No!?”

“Fuck no. Now I gotta go, get to your room and clean up, look like ya got fucked all night.” He smirks then, as you cross your arms and scowl, watching his tall silhouette disappear out of the room.

*****

After some Scooby Doo level sneaking, you’re presentable and coming downstairs where Toji and Shiu are drinking coffee. They both smile as you approach, Toji’s a smirk of course, as he looks your body up and down. You yawn a bit, as if you’ve just woken up.

“Coffee, kiddo?” Your dad asks, and you smile.

“Yes please! Morning dad.” You kiss his cheek and he kisses the top of your head, and then you look at Toji. “Morning, old man.”

“Morning brat.” Shiu snorts at your typical exchange, and you thankfully take the hot coffee, sipping it down your sore throat. Deep throating Toji hurts.

“So we’re going to a work get-together tonight, some of our old colleagues, they’re a rough bunch but I think that you will enjoy a couple of my friend’s kids. They’re about your age.”

You flush, and notice Toji’s big hand tightening on his black mug, the veins popping out of the rugged skin. “Are you trying to get me a boyfriend?”

“No, just… well you haven’t had any since High school. Who was that boy again?” Shiu taps his chin, and you feel Toji’s gaze on you.

“Yuuta.”

“Yeah him. Then Yuuji right? That’s Megumi’s best friend.”

“So long ago dad…” You trail off, embarrassed as he points out your lack of boyfriends in your history.

“Megumi is a good boy, isn’t he Toji?” Toji snorts out some of his coffee then, and you’re struggling to hold in a snort yourself, busying yourself with looking up at the ceiling then.

“Love these can lights dad.” Shiu rolls his eyes, sighing.

“What, Toji, you wouldn’t want Megumi with her? She’s amazing, you know. And he’s a sweet kid.” Toji wipes himself up on his shirt, he’s so messy and you kind of love it wow, before clearing his throat.

“I know she’s a catch all right. Look at her.” His words are so full of intent, as he looks at you.

“Exactly. Straight A student, talented, beautiful. And can kick some ass.” You giggle then, shaking your head.

“I did like one year of karate, dad.”

“I taught you plenty! Just saying. You two would be cute together.”

“You’re a matchmaker now?” You ask him, and he shakes his head.

“Just want you to be happy. Too serious all the time.” He ruffles your hair, and you pout a bit at that.

Were you too serious?

Toji railing you wasn’t serious, was it…

Your feelings were, though.

“Well, maybe I should say the same about you and Mei, hmm?” You poke at his chest and he flushes. “Ah, see! Uno reverse dad.”

“Okay at least be open to meeting someone, last night you got so upset. Was the boy rude?” You tremble then, shaking your head and sipping the dark, hot coffee, letting it burn your tongue.

“No, not rude, I’m picky is all.” Your eyes linger on Toji, who was being quiet, but he opens his mouth then.

“Nothing wrong with being picky.” Toji chimes in, and Shiu agrees.

“Not that either of us were, huh?” He comes to Toji then, shoving his arm, and Toji actually blushes. Toji Fushiguro blushing huh!? “I think we fucked the entire sorority.”

You blink then, glaring, and Toji’s rubbing the back of his neck, that well muscled broad neck, just looking away. “I mean, nah that was you. I was fucking the bad girls. Not the one that had the-”

“Oh fuck, that one!”

They start reminiscing about being hoes, and quite frankly it irritates you. But god, Toji had how long he’d been fucking? And you were a virgin when he met you, of course he was experienced, you felt it constantly. But something about him being like that with someone hurt your chest in ways that made no sense.

“I’m over this conversation, you two were both man whores.” They both chuckle then, and suddenly it hits you. You would ruin their friendship.

Fuck you’re awful, aren’t you?

Your dad would forgive you, would he forgive Toji?

“Sorry, kiddo. You're up for coming tonight though?” You nod, rinsing out your cup then, as wild images fill your overheated mind.

“Not sure I have anything to wear fancy though.”

“You left things here in your closet, anything fit?”

“Hmm I’ll go check.” You head upstairs again, peeking through your closet and seeing dresses lined up on hangers, you hum to yourself, peeking around until you hit one of the pretty black dresses that looks like it would still fit.

You try it on, it’s glittery and clings to your curves, a little snug on your bust but damn near perfect. You peek in the mirror and see your flushed cheeks, your bright eyes, all brought on by a man you couldn’t talk about. As your dad talks about boyfriends and Toji is who you want. How had it gotten so deep, so quick?

*****

That Night

Toji sees you descending the stairs in that gorgeous dress, the one that clings to your every curve, shimmering like your eyes are, but not even close to how brilliant they were. How could Toji even describe your eye color? And why was Toji musing about such things, when he used to care more about tits or ass, why then is he looking at your cute nose, your pretty smile?

Tits were nice as fuck but it was all of you, your energy as you enter every room, sometimes shy and sometimes bold, you had no problem smacking the fuck out of him, nor did you mind kissing him sweetly. You had no issue riding him but also melted under him. You are nothing like he’s ever known, and every moment by you, he worries more and more.

How will he just let you go?

You’ll go live your life once you’re done with him, you think that you won’t, but he already knows it in his heart, like a punch to the gut. What would people even think of him with you? What would your dad think, if he could get past surely beating Toji the fuck up. The whole thing is going to blow up in his face, and it’s his fault, because what he thought was fun was…

Everything to him now. He lost himself in your damn eyes, he’s thinking sappy shit all the time, fuck if you’re not the worst for that. For feeling like you’re made for him, for looking so beautiful, for calling him out on his bullshit. You’re so beyond your years, fuck you’re beyond anyone he’s met, and now his selfish actions are just going to hurt you both.

Just the thought of seeing you dance again makes him sick. Toji had never been possessive either, of any woman he’d been with, then again he hadn’t been close with someone in so many years. And even the love he had before, with Megumi’s mom, it wasn’t like this, this was something different.

He loves you so much he doesn’t know if he can ruin your life.

“Aw, you look beautiful honey.” Shiu says then, and you flush at the praise, as you step down in front of both of them.

“And you look handsome, dad.” You pop a kiss on his cheek, leaning up, and then you look at Toji, whose eyes are so dark they look black, a heated look on his face, lips in a stern line, drawing attention to that scar.

Where did it come from, you wonder? For knowing him your entire life, you don’t know enough about him, and would you get such a chance?

“Ya look beautiful, doll.” Toji helps you down the step with his hand, and you lift the dress just a bit, revealing heels you just never wear, and his gaze slides down your leg then. “If I was twenty again…”

“I’ll punch you in the face, Fushiguro.” Shiu says with a smack, something Toji had teased at a couple years ago, but now the shit had meaning.

And it hurt your feelings.

You didn’t want Toji at twenty, you want Toji now, like he is. You crave him so bad it’s physically painful, the loss of just the warmth of his hand hurts. He smirks a bit, trying to play it off, but you can feel the tension between you both in the room, so much so you’re genuinely surprised your dad didn’t notice.

“What can I say, she’s beautiful.”

“She is, but also fuck you.” You giggle at that, as your dad snatches you up now, and you wish you could be this perfect daughter he thinks, but at this point you’re so far from it.

The car ride there is awkward until you all pick up Mei, who looks stunning in a blue gown, and then it’s more awkward as you sit next to Toji, his hands on his own thighs, not sneaking any touches. It was as if you both knew you should be more careful, but the inability to touch him as you wish to makes you die a little more inside, especially at the thought of…

Seeing Toji dance with someone.

That’s what happens later, as you’re sipping on your third glass of champagne, and Toji is dancing with a couple different colleagues. He smirks a bit, and he’s stiff, and his eyes keep catching yours across the elegant ballroom of this old, fancy hotel. But to see him with anyone shatters you, so you drink… too much. More than you normally would.

The alcohol starts to pulse through you, as some boy asks you to dance, fuck that’s what all these ‘men’ became compared to Toji Fushiguro, they became boys. And now you’re watching elegant women, with careers and confidence, dancing with the man who makes you feel the most beautiful. While you’re dancing with some boy fawning over you.

You can’t notice, you can’t care to learn his name.

You also notice Shiu and Mei dancing, and for them you’re so happy, to see your dad smile was the best thing, but would Shiu ever accept you doing something so awful? Toji had been right, you all would never work, especially when you go your separate ways, Toji lives hours away and you go to college. And who knows what women he gets.

You’re jealous, huh?

People are dancing all over, the swirls of energy around you, the music so loud that the bass is thumping in your chest. You feel the tears sting your eyes, and the champagne isn’t helping. You’re tipsy, and the boy is saying something, but all you can think about is Toji’s husky voice, his strong arms and how it would feel to dance with him. The way he whispers your name… and oh you just can’t take this, you are trembling at how upset you are.

It’s all too much, so you let go of the boy, your cheeks burning, and you start to make your way to the bathroom, to splash water on your face or just cry honestly, but you’re stopped.

“You okay, doll?” Toji’s big hand is on your elbow, and you just nod, sniffling and not looking at him. “No you’re not.”

You swipe at your eyes, blinking rapidly. “I’m fine, just tired.”

“You're lyin’ to me doll, why?” He’s so concerned, he smells so good, he feels so good, and that’s your breaking point.

Your eyes lock with his, and you lean in, making him gulp and nervously look around for a moment, but honestly the alcohol and your jealousy has you feeling too much, and losing your senses. Your hands are on his hard chest over the dress shirt that looks so odd on the man you knew to wear gym tees, but it also was so attractive you can’t think.

Fuck you want him.

“I hate you dancing with anyone.” You whisper then, and he exhales, his grip sliding down your arm. “It makes me fuckin… depressed, kay?”

“You’re drunk, aren’t you brat?” You giggle at that, rolling your eyes and then sliding your hands down his hard chest, making him drag you away from prying eyes, inside the bathroom now. “What are you thinking!?”

“Thinking that I can’t stand this. I want your arms around me.” You yank him to you, and he groans, shaking his head and pulling back. You feel tears prick your eyes as he gently cups your face.

“You’ll get us caught, you need to stop. I can’t fuckin think right when you touch me, you know.” You shiver at his tone, so your hand glides down, rubbing lower and lower until it’s over his cock outline of his trousers. He groans, leaning down and his lips are so close…

“I need you, I need you so bad.” You cry out softly, and he’s moaning, tall and looming over you, so fucking big compared to you, and you just ache for him so badly it’s like you can’t think.

“You’re drunk, doll…”

“I’m not. Three glasses.”

“You’re a lightweight, brat.”

“Nah…” You rub him again, yanking him down by his black tie, that he somehow tied perfectly, and his dark green eyes lock on yours, hungry, his hands sliding down to your waist now.

“You’re tryna kill me, huh?” He whispers those words, angry, glaring down at you now. “Not here. What the fuck are you thinking?”

“I can’t think with you. I’m too in love to fucking think.” Toji freezes then, and so do you, mouth dropped open, and your eyes wide. “Fuck, I said that out loud, didn’t I? Shit.”

“How drunk are you? Love me? That’s fuckin stupid.” You glare then, as your heart is racing, as your pulse is thrumming, as there is just too much fucking built up you can’t take it.

“Why, think you don’t deserve it?” He glares, then he snatches you up, pulling you into a kiss that was desperate and hungry, his tongue demanding entrance as his hand slid down to cup your ass, lifting you up onto the sink. You moan in pleasure, as everything takes you over, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding your needy cunt against him.

“Fuck you, brat. Fuck you.” He is furious as he speaks, his touch his hard and grip so fucking tight you can’t take it, the possessive touch, that burns your skin.

“Why, because I love you?” He damn near whimpers in your ear, as he’s kissing up your neck, hot, messy kisses, mostly his tongue and teeth, and you’re whimpering, clinging to him. You don’t care if anyone could hear, you need him more than you've ever needed anything.

“You’re drunk. And a fucking idiot. You don’t. Just look at you…” He’s back to kissing you again, and now it’s more heated, his big hands sliding up under your dress, his fingers finding your wet panties, and now he’s groaning. "Fuck, you're so wet."

“For you.” He curses, slamming back down on your lips, right in this bathroom, where anyone could walk in, but you just gasp into his mouth as he slides a finger inside your slick entry, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“You kill me. Why do you have to feel like this, look like this… taste like this.” He kisses down your chest, as his thick finger plays your little cunt, your hands grip his inky black hair, for once so neat, messing it completely. Your head falls back, smacking the fancy gold mirrors behind you, as you gush around his fingers.

"Toji," you moaned, your hips rocking against his hand eagerly. "Please, please… need you."

“This is stupid. You’re gonna get us caught. And I can’t fucking turn you down, either.” He curses again, and every cuss word was so sexy, as you cup his handsome face, placing a kiss on the corner of his lips, feeling his hot breath on your swollen lips, and now he’s got two fingers working on you, and you struggle to focus. “That fucking face you make? Fuck…”

“Fuck me, please. Please. Don’t fucking dance with anyone.” He groans, his lashes low over his eyes, pupils dilated, and you know you’re fucking stupid, as he’s yanking his trousers down, as his thick cock slaps his stomach.

“Jealous little bitch huh?” His words just fuel you, and you scowl, swiping the pre cum on his tip and making his cock twitch.

“You don’t like it either, do you?” You whisper, and he’s yanking you by your thighs, holding your panties to the side, tip eager between your drooling lips, you cry out and he shoves your mouth closed with a hand.

“No I hate watching anyone with you, the fuck you think!? But I know I can’t even have you.”

“You do have me. Mnh… Toji, please.” You’re clinging to him, against any good sense, and he can’t even stop you, he’s just as helpless for you. You both are addicted to each other, and there’s not much either of you can do to stop it.

“We can’t right here, fuck… c’mere.” He snatches you up, making you squeak, and now you all are in a stall, and he’s clicking the lock shut, carrying you like you’re nothing, slamming you on the black door of the stall. “What do you do to me? Evil little bitch.” He curses, and you bite his lip then, hard, making him groan, and he’s slid his cock deep, to the fucking hilt.

You scream out, he has to cover your lips with his, and you’re drooling as his cock slides out and then in, hard, slamming your back against the door with such force you’re shocked it doesn’t fly of the hinges. Toji is stupidly rough, leaking tip bullying its way through your walls, that flutter around him, pressure in your tummy building.

“Fuck… Toji…” You whimper against his lips, he sighs, eyes locking, brows drawn together in concentration as he places one hand on the back of your neck, yanking your hair, forcing your head back.

“You make me stupid.”

“You already were.” He glares, slamming hard, and you gasp, clinging to him and crying out.

“Fuckin brat.”

“Asshole.”

“Lil slut.”

“Manwhore.” Now you two are aggressive, tearing into each other, and Toji’s owning you right in a bathroom stall, fucking you so good it’s impossible to stay quiet, until you’re trembling, your wetness sliding down his length.

“Oh my… fuck.” He groans out, eyes catching yours then, blown out pupils, parted lips that are glossy from kissing you, teeth bared as he fucks up into you brutally, and your head lolls to the side, as you start cumming. “Shh, shh.”

His hand is smacking down over your mouth as he’s pumping in and out, his eyes never leaving yours, and it’s so intimate you can’t take it, tears pour from your eyes as he silently plunges into you over and over. You’re shattering around him, pulsing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, shaking violently as he continues to wreck you.

“Why ya gotta be so fuckin perfect? You kill me.” He whispers, letting your mouth go to kiss you again, it’s bumping teeth, messy tongues and drool, as you’re close to the edge again.

“I love you.” He scowls, slamming harder, shaking his head.

“Don’t say it. It’ll just hurt more.” You blink out more tears, down your cheek, as he slows his thrusts, rolling his hips, you gasp at how fucking good it feels.

“Don’t care, d-don’t care… it’s t-true.” You whisper back, whimpering as you’re tightening down on him again, and he’s thickening in you.

“S’not true. Don’t. Just hurts me.” His face breaks you, the angst and sorrow on his handsome features, and you just shake your head. “Don’t, doll. Already wreck me, fuckin stop that.”

“Scared. Scared. Mnh.” You tense as his curved dip drags along your walls, as his big hands grip your thighs, as he’s fucking you into the stall door, and you can’t get enough of it, losing yourself in the mind numbing pleasure.

“Fuck you.”

“Put a baby in me.” He stops, full halt, mouth wide open at your words, and you can’t really blame the alcohol that is warming you, not when you truly want to say those fucking words. He’s gripping you so hard you wince in pain, but you feel him throbbing inside your cunt, and you bite your lip, whimpering.

“Don’t fucking say that shit.” He grunts out, and you just smirk, causing him to scowl at you.

“Don’t want to, huh? What kinda daddy are- ah!” He’s shoved his cock so deep you can’t take it, you’re spasming, thighs hurting at the force apart around his hips, and you’re embarrassingly gushing all down both of you, dripping on the floor.

“You’re a psycho. Evil. What the-” You can’t take it, not when he’s fucking you again, so goddamn mean.

“Don’t want to?”

“Yes I want to. Put a baby in you. Breed you.” He’s whining the words in a husky, deep voice, as he’s steady fucking into you, thrusts getting erratic, his breath hot on your lips, eyes staring into yours. “Fuck I wanna keep you pregnant.”

“Do it.” He’s glaring again, and you’re grinning, but he fucks that grin into a moan of pleasure, into your mouth open in an O shape, your nails digging into the fabric of his dress shirt, cunt wrecked and aching.

“Do it? The fuck is wrong with you. You don’t want that.” You just giggle, still buzzed and losing it more and more.

“I do, put one in me. Please.” Toji loses it then, fucking you so hard there’s no mistaking the skin smacking, the door banging, and if anyone would come in neither of you could stop.

“Fuck you for that. Fuck you, lil evil bitch.”

“Fuck you, Toji, for making me… this… way. Fuck you.”

You both glare, but then he’s moaning, kissing you deeply, and both of you eat each other’s mouths up, devouring every inch. “Gonna put a baby in you right here, in a bathroom like a lil slut huh?”

“Ya scared? Do it.” He’s growling as he pushes in, mouth on yours again, pressing in and starting to pulse inside you as you’re thrown off the edge that is Toji Fushiguro.

“Me, scared? You’re just a lil brat.”

“You’re an- mnh- old man.”

“Lil girl is all you are.”

“Daddy.” He’s cumming now, at the word, you’re calling your dad’s best friend that as your own dad is outside, and you give little to no fucks, as Toji clings to you so tightly, as he moans is release into your lips.

“Oh my- F-fuck… fucking brat. Fucking bitch.” He’s cumming as he cusses, and you’re cumming now too, fueled by his nasty words, by his cum streaming in your eager cunt, and he’s looking right at you as he does, lips parted, brows together, brow scrunched up.

“Fuck you, Toji. Love you, Toji.” He’s kissing you, shaking hands holding you, one sliding up to cup your cheek, big and warm, his forest gaze so heady you get lost in those eyes.

“Don’t do this t’me. Fucking evil. You don’t mean it.” You laugh softly then, as he’s still inside you, and he hisses at the sensation of your cunt tightening around his slick length, as his cum drips out.

“I do mean it.”

“No.”

“You don’t love me.”

“I do!” You both pause then, and he eases out of you with a wince, and you feel so… empty. He’s fixing your outfit, your hair, sighing as you just stare up at him.

“You what!?” You ask, and he sighs, jaw clenching.

“It’ll make it worse, doll. Tear my heart and crush it.”

“No, it won’t…”

“We need to go before it’s even worse.” He is taking you toward the door then, as you process what the fuck just happened, as you realize he may feel the same.

The alcohol makes you flush, but Toji’s cum dripping out of your cunt makes you blush, fuck it makes you die. He makes you die, this tall asshole who calls you a slut in such a way he might as well say darling. This dickhead who you can’t keep your hands off.

Just begged him to put a baby in you.

What the fuck is Toji doing?

You both walk out then, and then you’re face to face with Shiu, who’s scowling at Toji, his fists clenching and unclenching, and you just gasp, bringing his attention to you now. His light brown eyes just look sadly at you, fuck he doesn’t even seem mad, but when he looks at Toji?

Shit.

“Outside, now.” He quietly demands, and Toji sighs, looking back at you, holding your shoulders and bending low.

“One for the road.” He slams his lips before you can protest the sentiment, then Toji Fushiguro fallows Shiu Kong out, only for you to run out after them, running to your dad once you’re all out in the night.

“Dad… please, it’s my fault. I am drunk and…”

“No, honey, it could never be your fault. It’s him.” He says through gritted teeth, cracking his knuckles and tossing a dress jacket on the grass. Toji tenses, sighing as he does the same. “Toji Fushiguro, wanna tell me how long you’ve been sleeping with my daughter!?”

“Dad, no!” Toji sighs, no smirk to him, just staring at you longingly for a moment, making Shiu even more furious.

“Since I got here damn near.” You gasp, and Shiu punches him right in the face, you shudder at the sound of bone and fist smashing.

“Dad, it was me!”

“No, it wasn’t you. It was all me.” Toji makes you start crying again, and he sighs, looking at Shiu. “She’s a good girl. This was on me.”

“Tell me you didn’t, tell me after all those years of cleaning your fuck ups, of treating you like family, that you didn’t fucking do this!” Shiu’s voice cracks, as he punches Toji in the stomach, and you can’t stop the sobs.

“Be mad at me. At me.” You plead, but Shiu looks at you, sadness in his eyes. Fuck is that dissapointment!?

“You are young, it’s not your fault. You got manipulated by this asshole, old enough to be your dad.”

“No, dad I… dad I love him.” Toji’s eyes are wide, and Shiu’s scowl grows, as he punches Toji again, on top of him and grabbing him by the collar. You’re in horror as you watch the two most important people like this. Your heart shatters.

“You’ve done a number on her. You know she had no fucking experience, you knew she didn’t know better.”

“Yeah, I knew.” Toji does nothing to stop Shiu’s hits, sickening, as he has a bloody lip.

“Not gonna fight me, Toji?”

“No. I deserve worse.” Shiu pauses then, sighing, shaking his head as he stays straddled on him, holding him up. “I knew what I was doing. I’m a piece of shit for it, I deserve it all.”

“Toji stop! Dad, I wanted it.”

“Don’t say that.” Shiu looks at you, devastated, and you feel horrible, as Toji just lets him punch him again. “He did this to you.”

“I did.”

“Just go, never come back around me.” Shiu stands, and Toji sits up a bit, wiping the blood off his lip, wincing.

“I deserv more hits than that, Shiu, go for it.”

Shiu frowns, clenching and unclenching his fists, and you’re staring at the chaos you caused, all because you couldn’t control yourself. All because you got jealous Toji danced with someone. Now your dad is losing his best friend, and you’re losing Toji, probably for good. You can’t stop your sobs.

“Baby… I’m sorry you saw this.” Shiu hugs you, and you can’t stop your sobs, as you see a watery image of Toji standing.

“I swear it wasn’t some manipulation. I-I did this too. I’m not a little girl, I’m a grown woman.”

“It doesn’t matter, you’re still a baby compared to him.”

“You are better off without me, doll.” Shiu scowls, holding you.

“Get your shit and be gone before I get home. And you…” He turns to you then, frowning. “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not, you’re blaming it all on him! When I started it tonight.”

“And you started it all together?” You look away. “That’s what I thought. You’re young, honey, just forget this.”

Forget this!?

“Your dad’s right.”

“Shut the fuck up, Toji.” Shiu scowls, but Toji walks up to you then, close but not so close as to get punched again. “Lucky I don’t kill you.”

“I wouldn’t blame ya if ya did.” He sighs, wiping blood off his face, dark eyes on yours, and you can’t stop the tears, the tightening in your chest. “I’m shit for this, I can’t even apologize, and neither of you should forgive me.”

“I won’t.”

“Toji… Dad…”

“No, he’s right, I’d protect my kid too from someone like me.” Shiu is frowning, and you see the pain in his face.

“I thought we were family.” He says, and your ache is a full out pain, as your breath is coming in pants, as your heart races.

“We were and I’m… fucking a piece of shit. I’m sorry. Really. To both of you, just forget I existed.”

“I can’t! What, I-”

“Go.” You blink rapidly as Toji walks off, and you’re left with your dad looking at you, pity clear on his eyes. “I’m so sorry he did this. This is my fault, I should have never trusted him.”

“I swear, it’s on me.”

“You’re young. You’ll move on.”

You could never move on from him, from the broad silhouette walking away, and you just want to chase him, you want to hold him, want him to pick you up like nothing and kiss you. You want his brutal kisses every day of your life, forever. You feel nausea in waves as you watch him leave, maybe for good.

What have you done?

Chapter 8

Ao3 chap https://archiveofourown.org/works/57496135/chapters/149056444

#jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x you #toji smut #fushiguro toji #jjk men #jujutsu kaisen toji #fushiguro toji x reader #jjk smut #jujustu kaisen #jjk x reader

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tonysbed · 12 days ago

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Secrets I keep | Part 3

Max Fewtrell x Norris!reader

Lando norris x sister!reader

Summary: You and max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

not proofread

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f1gossip Carlos Sainz has been spotted at the nice airport, allegedly picking up Lando Norris sister, Yn norris. She just came back from a trip in Australia with Daniel Riccardo.

user doesn’t lando normally pick her up?

user maybe he didn’t have time?

user he said on stream yesterday that he has nothing to do today

user hm weird

user norris and sainz best duo

user is she dating daniel now??

You knock on Landos door, hoping he’ll answer. You had brought your stuff home and were now standing outside his apartment. He still hasn’t answered any of your calls or texts but read them, so you knew he was awake.

The door opened and he looked at you. His face distorted into annoyance “What do you want?” “Talk” “I don’t wanna talk to you” “That’s not fair. You didn’t give me even a chance to explain what happened. Lando, please” He shakes his head “Just let me be”

“Lando please” You stop the door from closing. He squeezed his eyes shut “give me a few days, okay? I’ll text you. Go home” With that he closed the door in your face.

Defeated you take out your phone and dial Kikas number.

“Yn? What’s up” “Hey alex, do you have time tomorrow?” “of course, why? what happened?”

“Lando just shut me out. He didn’t even let me explain what actually happened.” Alexandra sighed “Should we meet at a cafe? restaurant?Do you want me to come over to your apartment?” “I’ll send you a spot. You can bring leo if you’d like”

“Definitely. You could use the distraction” “Alright, see you tomorrow ” “See you tomorrow”

You and Alexandra sit down in a more quiet corner and order your drinks and food.

“So? Spill. What exactly happened?” “With Daniel or with Lando?” “Both! I mean, it’s obviously that Lando doesn’t speak to you. He didn’t comment under your post like usual and you called carlos to pick you up from the airport.”

You sigh “Lando doesn’t speak to me because he thinks I have something going on with Daniel, which is bullshit.” “Is it? You guys seemed pretty close. Not to mention the picture of you in his lap” She said sceptical.

“Here, let me show you what actually happened.” You pull out your phone and show her the video one of your other friends had made. It clearly showed that you were kind of pushed onto Daniel and didn’t sit there yourself.

“Oh, well that was definitely taken out of context” You nod “Now Lando doesn’t speak to me and he closed his door on me. He barley gave me time to explain”

“Dickhead” You chuckle “Yeah, but I also kind of understand. I’d also want to know if he would go out with one of my friends. I know i’m not with Daniel but that is what he is believing at the moment. He thinks I lied to him.”

“Would you tell him about Daniel if there was something to tell?” You think for a moment “Hiding it would be worse, no? It would be hard but I guess..” You say looking down.

“What is there you’re not telling me? There’s a missing piece. You look to guilty my love” You groan “I used to have a crush on one of his Friends okay? He rejected me because i’m landos sister.” Alex looks at you, kind of stunned at your confession.

“Who?” “Does it matter?” “Now you brought it up, yes” “You kind of brought it up” “It’s bothering you. I promise I won’t tell.” You sigh “Max”

“Verstappen? I mean that’s not to bad” “No, Fewtrell. His best friend.” “Oh.”

You look at her “Daniel knows. We kind of talked about it. To be honest, I kind of ran away from him.” “How so?” “We talked about Fewtrell and… God this is embarrassing”

“No, hey its okay. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to” “No no, I need another opinion on it.”

“Okay” “I asked Max to take my virginity” “What?!” You look around alarmed at her loud voice “Shh, don’t need anyone to hear” “Sorry, but what?!” She said in a hushed scream.

“He rejected me, but told me he liked me and would date me if I wasn’t Lando’s sister.” “Oh my god. And how does daniel play in this except that you told him?”

“He brought it up again and well..I told him I’m still a virgin” Alexandra stared at you “Your what? You’re gorgeous and..have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“Nothing to serious” She leans back in her seat “Holy shit. You really have a book perfect story huh?” You roll your eyes “sure. now what do I do? I mean, Lando thinks I lied to him. I didn’t.”

“Give him a few days and try again. He loves you, i’m sure he’ll want to resolve this too.” You nod.

“That felt good to tell, but you have to promise not to tell charles” She nods “I promise. I know he’ll ask about you and daniel. What do I say?” “Tell him we’re not a thing.” She nods “Okay”

yn added to their story

alexandrasaintmleux added to their story

[yn cap: fav lunch date 🤍] [Alex cap: Leo’s fav aunt is back in town 🩷]

Texts between you and Daniel

Carlos and Lando

You and Lando

You look up at Alexandra “He wants to talk, Oh tja k god” “Lando?” You nod “We’re meeting for dinner tonight.” She smiles “See? It’ll be fine.”

You nod “I hope so. I can’t fathom ever losing him just because the media is poking in stuff that isn’t theirs.” “They’re the worst.” She looks at her phone “Oh, it’s already late. I still have some things to do.” “Me too. Need to unpack my stuff.”

“You still haven’t done that?” You shake your head laughing “I was to tired” She chuckled “I get it”

Later that evening you make your way to the restaurant. You were kind of nervous to see Lando.

You go inside and look around. You spot Lando sitting at a table looking rather nervous. He spots you and waves you over. You make your way over to him “Lando” He smiles a bit “Sit, I think we need to talk” You nod “We do”

“First of all, I’m sorry for being so mistrusting.. I just thought you lied and..” He sighs “Hey, no it’s okay. But I promise, it’s not how it looks.” He nods “I know. Carlos sent me the whole video” He says quietly.

You nod “And me and Daniel have nothing going on.” He looks up at you “So nothing happened?” “No, not really” “Not really? So something did happen?”

“No?I..Well I fell asleep on his chest while we were absolutely wasted and got back to his place. But it’s not like I haven’t fallen asleep on Daniel before, right? You were there” He nods “Yeah”

“I would tell you if Daniel and I were something, really.” He nods unsure “I know, it’s just so confusing and Max said-“ “Max? Of course” You roll your eyes “Sont be like that” “Like what? He always goes into my business. Let me guess he told you that I have something with Daniel?”

Lando hesitated “He told me Daniel likes you.” He paused “More than a friend kind of way.” You raise an eyebrow “And he would know that how?”

“Just how Daniel acts around you” “How?”

“Touchy, and all that” “He’s like that with everyone. Look at him and Verstappen. Are you gonna call kelly and tell her, oh daniel fancies your boyfriend?” You say, your voice having an edge to it.

“That’s different.” “Why? Because he’s a man?” “Kind of, yeah” “Jesus Lando. Don’t you trust me?” “I do. I’m not sure I trust Daniel.” “I can handle myself.”

“I know you can” “Then believe me when I say we’re not a thing.” Lando nods “I’m sorry” You sigh “It’s okay. You just..reacted the way probably most people would’ve in your situation”

“So we’re good?” “We’re good, yes” He smiled “Okay, good. So you’re coming to the last triple header, right?” You chuckle “Sure, if that’s what you want” He nods “I do”

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[yn cap: everywhere he wears that stuff, it’s annoying] [ lando cap: she’s questioning ever agreeing to this]

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f1gossip Lando Norris was greeted by some fans in monaco this evening. After being asked about his sister, the brit said that they are fine. This was later on confirmed when the sibling pair posted on their individual story’s which featured each other. Safe to say that nothing gets between the famous Norris duo!

user thank god

user so glad they’re okay. Couldn’t have handled a fall out of these two over a man

user right? Daniel has nothing on them, sorry not sorry

user we don’t even know what happened

user it’s kinda obvious, no?

user love them sm

user hope we’ll see her at the triple header!!

I know the making up is a bit rushed but I couldn’t stand to have that much drama here. We’ll see what max says and let’s not forget about daniel..👀

this is a bit short i’m sorry

posting early cause I already wrote the next 2 parts

I DONT DO TAGLISTS, pls turn on notifications or something because tagging doesn’t work on my app smh?🧍🏼‍♀️

#formula one imagine #lando norris x sister!reader #lando norris angst #norris!reader #max fewtrell smut #max fewtrell x you #max fewtrell imagine #daniel riccardo x reader

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vonbabbitt · 1 month ago

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Who in the cast likes Valentines Day the most & least? It would also be cool to hear what you think about Valentine's Day yourself if you'd like :)

okay so in japan valentines day is a bit different: on valentines day, girls are expected to give chocolates to guys, while on white day, its the other way around! so lets focus on the girls for this one

isono - she doesnt do a lot for valentines day because she doesnt really have any guys in life she would give chocolates to. but its an opportunity for a fun stream!

chiba - chiba really likes the aesthetic of valentines day! but outside of that she never really has the time to do much for it

hayashi - bit of a secret but she actually likes valentines day a lot. if shes giving someone chocolate she is carefully making it by hand and it will be PERFECT. shh dont tell

sasaki - she LOVES valentines day. she takes it VERY SERIOUSLY and works very hard on making her chocolates! typically her and her student council friends will get together and make a big fun group activity of it

okazaki - she will get chocolates for her roommate and only her roommate and she will not leave him alone until he has eaten them all

tsuno - TSUNO LOVES VALENTINES DAY!! its tradition at this point for her and her brothers to make chocolates together every year. she makes a bunch of really good ones in secret so she has something to give them later after they inevitably derail the activity by making purposely gross chocolates with stuff like wasabi and onions

tamba - hates valentines day because she doesnt think gross boys deserve delicious chocolate

watari - firmly believes that both valentines day and white day should be exclusively dedicated to everybody giving her chocolate

as for me, i like valentines day! i think its a cute holiday!

#anon #ask #von.txt #tetro danganronpa #tetro pink #tetro danganronpa pink

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⛧☾༺’Casual’༻☽⛧

Chapter 1v: All this time

⛧ pairing: steve harrington x alt! fem reader, rockstar! eddie x alt! fem reader

⛧ contains: angst, love triangle, fluff, comfort, fwb, alcohol, smoking, pining, implied friends to lovers, pet names, slow burn, asshole! eddie

⛧ word count: 2.9k+

⛧ previous chapter: here

⛧ warnings: allusion to smut ! mdni !

The contrast of the chilled breeze embracing your skin as you pull yourself through the door is a stubborn reminder of the cardigan you left resting on the couch back in the dressing room, but there was no way in hell you could bring yourself back into that room. You can’t stop hearing the unknowing roars of approval ringing in your ear. Feeling all of the nights spent with your fingernails digging in his back, wishing for once you could have more than just his skin as he strung you along.

Tasting the drop of blood pooling through your lip snaps you back, your jaw clenched tight enough to break the skin. Frustration boils over the edge causing a single wet drop to stream down your frigid skin. You’ve never felt quite this pitiful but it was nearly impossible not to with him making his intentions painfully obvious.

The rushed patter of footsteps on the pavement fills your ears and brings your attention behind you as you place a cigarette between your lips. Steve runs his fingers through his waves of hair scanning the parking lot, panting with his chest breathing heavily. His eyes wander finding yours and his expression of relief quickly droops to concern as he sees the wet black streak down your skin. He moves towards you cautiously, holding his hands out to cup your face as he studies your demeanor. His small gesture causes the floodgates you had put to a halt to come rushing back open, your cigarette falling to the ground with the twitching of your lips.

“Hey, hey- Slow down, you’re okay. What’s going on?” he whispers softly while he wipes your tears away. You’ve never explained the ends and outs of you and Eddie to anyone outside of Robin. The part of you afraid to admit to being his secret can’t bear to spill your embarrassment to him. Especially with the stubborn reminders of his voice reverberating through the walls.

“Did somebody do this to you?” his voice twists, eyes squint over the few people grouped in the surrounding area protectively, his hands on your cheeks keeping their tender hold. “No, it’s nothing I- mean, it wasn’t them.” you mumble wishing you could just tell him the truth. I think I- I just got too drunk.” You sniffle through your words slightly shivering.

“Well, clearly somethings up. Here-.” he cuts off his words by removing his signature gray members-only jacket, resting it around your shoulders. “You’re freezing!” he exclaims. “Steve, no-“ you protest forcing his coat away. “You’re gonna be cold now.” you whimper.

“Shh, I’m fine. We can go sit in my car, I’ll turn the heat on.” he moves to fully throw his jacket over you, completely engulfing you in the fabric. as he walks you to the passenger side of his car you can’t tell if the pink flush you see from the corner of your eye is brought on by the cold air or if his arm pressed against you to hold his jacket closer to your body.

Awkward silence flows through the air of Steve’s car as your head pounds from your racing thoughts in your drunken state. You felt guilty for feeling comfort in his presence, the strings of you still tied to Eddie telling you this was wrong. Steve’s infectious smile as he makes his way to the seat opposite of you takes away some of that doubt.

“We don’t have to talk about what happened earlier if you don’t want to.” he whispers starting up his car to crank the heat on. You shoot him a shy smile “I can tell you about this freaky ass movie Robin made me sit through the other night.” he chuckles and you can feel your heart swell. “I’d like that.” you say with your voice low. He scoots up in his seat and starts motioning with his hands as he explains the film’s plot.

“So, there’s these oddly large fucked up looking clowns with these guns that shoot out popcorn and shit like that.” he turns to you emphasizing how important this is to him when he sees your lost but curious smile. “Which might seem like a good time and all, except they’re like insane, evil, killer clowns that turn their victims into giant mounds of cotton candy or these fucking pies they have made out of acid they use to melt cops!.” he exclaims dramatically.

“Are you sure this is a movie you’ve seen and not some elaborate night terror you had after smoking too much before bed?” you shake your head skeptically. “I’m serious!” his eyes grow wide with his giggles. His elbow rests on the center console so he can have a better view of you.“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Harrington.” you reach in to playfully pinch the skin of his cheek making his head fall towards the floor, covering his flushed grin you wished he wouldn’t hide.

Lost in the scattered conversations neither of you realizes the time until you see the masses of fans piling through the small doors. “Shit uh- guess we should get going too then.” Steve says slowly like he’s disappointed in tonight ending here. You’re glad to know you aren’t alone in that. You’re drawn in like a moth to a flame in the warm glow that he has lit up around you. You’ve never spent much time alone with him before, in this moment you can’t comprehend all you’ve deprived yourself of. Checking the rearview mirror you toss your head back “Fuck, I am still way too drunk to go home right now.” you admit as you’re brought back down to the harsh reality that put you here to begin with. His face twists thinking hard about his words before he speaks them.

“Why don’t you just come back to my place?” his chest swells with hope, “I mean you’d be coming over with Robin tomorrow to help set up anyway?”. It was hard to ignore the rush of pounding in your chest. “My house is the complete other direction from yours. I can just order a taxi or something.” you say trying not to inconvenience him. “Not happening, it’s way too cold for me just to ditch you here.” he grabs your face, pulling you to look in his direction. “Just come home with me, please?” begging softly, warmth radiating off his skin just inches from yours. “Fine, but just for tonight. ” you tease him, thinking back on how Robin had this whole thing right all along. The gleam in his puppy eyes blew his cover. “take a picture it’ll last longer!” you mock his prolonged glance, pushing his shoulder gently breaking your closeness. His expression remains the same. “Don’t worry, this is plenty.” he nearly drools.

“Can I ask you something? It’s really stupid?” you mutter through your hands covering your face as you rub your eyes. “Of course.” he mutters faintly. “Anything.” he pushes. You let out a deep breath mixed with a small laugh. “Could you uhm- maybe, grab my cig I dropped out in the parking lot earlier?” feeling slightly embarrassed by your desperation. “It’s the last in my pack and I really need it right now.” the passing cars lit up his face just enough for you to see his smirk. “I’m on it.” he says turning to open his door. “I’ll be right back, then we can get the hell out of here.” he states playfully as he leans down into the car once more before shutting his door.

You peer at his reflection in the mirrors as you watch him hunched over with his arm out searching the black pavement like a metal detector before he reaches down to find his treasure. He turns back to the car holding the found cigarette up like a trophy pumping his fists before performing a goofy victory dance in the empty street. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t admire his cockiness knowing your eyes would follow his every move. You laugh at him quietly from afar before seeing him turn around to the door opening ahead of him.

You tilt the mirror back to get a clear view of the figure. Eddie is standing in front of the last person he wants to see right now and it’s obvious from the sour expression on his face. You see his lips move, unable to hear his words as he motions in your direction. You grasp the door handle to pull it open, stepping into the chilling air. Your hand is perched on the car door as you prop yourself up to watch the scene unfolding before you.

“Is she seriously leaving? You can’t just let her leave like that- I mean she’s had way too fucking much to drink!” Eddie spits loudly at Steve, his voice laced with rage. You keep your distance, you are nowhere near the right headspace to talk to Eddie right now. “Not that it’s any of your concern, but I got it, man. I’m taking her home.” Steve replies calmly but is clearly bothered by the encounter keeping him from returning to you.

Eddie scoffs, crossing his arms unable to believe you’d blow him off tonight for someone like him. “And how sure are you of that?” Eddie questions him bitterly. “I mean, they were her words. Not mine.” Steve motions back to you standing a few spaces back. “Didn’t take much convincing.” his tongue rolls off his teeth with a vindictive smirk. “What the fuck ever dude. Here, she left it in my dressing room.” He hurls a thick ball of fabric at Steve’s chest that you can only assume is your cardigan from earlier. Eddie stops in his place searching for your eyes from across the parking lot, sending you a frail shrug of disappointment before turning on his heel to walk back into the bar, carelessly slamming the door behind him.

Water pools in your eyes as you tilt your head to the sky, exhaling deeply. An unwanted wave of guilt washes over you once more. It’s not like you’d be any better off if you ran back to his familiar comfort now anyway. You always told yourself that you could ‘stop’. Stop the tugging you felt in your chest that pulled you to him with every glance. You wished more than anything that you were someone else at that moment until you feel two arms hover over you before resting on your shoulders, pulling you into an embrace you’ve never yet felt. “Don’t you worry about any of that, alright? he says muffled into your hair. “Let’s get you out of here.” you smile into his neck in agreement. His large hands caress the side of your neck, squeezing you tighter.

He holds your door open as you slide back down to your seat, closing the door softly with both hands. Rubbing his hands together fighting off the cold weather as he maneuvers his way to the driver’s side. You’re hooked on his every manerism watching his arms flex as he jiggles his key in the ignition. His eyes quickly flick up to you. “Ah, almost forgot! The fruits of my labor.” he flicks the cigarette out of the pocket of his vintage shirt pocket presenting it to you. Your heart flutters reaching out to grab it. “Robin’s right. Dingus suits you.” giggles escape your mouth. “Great now you’re in on it too.” he rolls his eyes. “At least it sounds cute coming from your mouth.” he whispers, leaving you unsure of if you were even meant to hear him. His hand wraps around your knee in a swift motion as he turns his body to check behind him before reversing out of the lot.

The moment Steve’s tires hit the pavement you feel a vibration through the floorboards peeking down to see a vibrant glow from your bag. You ruffle through flipping the screen over exposing the depiction of Eddies ring-scattered fingers squeezing your ass cheek that he had sneakily set as his contact image in your phone earlier. Your eyes forcibly squint closed praying Steve didn’t happen to lower his eyes to the display. Nervously you tap the screen declining his call. “Everything okay over there?” Steve chuckles at your frantic movements. “Yeah, just uhm- looking for my lighter” which wasn’t completely a lie.

The sparkling flickers from your lighter catch his eyes as an orange haze fills the enclosed space. His fingers immediately flick over the button to his side lightly cracking your window. “What a gentleman.” you say through pursed lips as you blow out your first drag. “Let me get a hit.” tilting his head out toward you before facing the road again. You can’t help but laugh at his confidence gasping dramatically. “Going out to a metal show and now smoking? These things aren’t good for you, you know?”. you act appalled. “Yeah, and neither is me watching how pretty you look smoking them.” he says matter-of-factly. “and with the amount of effort I went through to retrieve that fucking thing, I think I’ve earned it.”.

Your eyes almost roll into the back of your head with his words, You’ve never heard him speak like this before and his boldness leaves you reeling for more. Your fingers reach to push his loose strands of hair behind his ear as he keeps his eyes ahead. “Fine, but if you vomit at least turn the other way.” holding the lit cigarette up to his plush lips with your index and pointer fingers. His head makes a quick maneuver before wrapping his lips around the end, lightly kissing the skin on your knuckles before a harsh cough rings through the air. His face wrinkled in disgust as he waves his hand back and forth over his face to clear the smoke.

“Jesus Christ!” he loudly exclaims still halfway choking in the fog. “I can’t believe you sent me off all alone, into the cold night for that shit.” forcing out a laugh as he wipes tears out of his eyes, causing you to erupt in laughter at the sight making him smile like an idiot. Ashing your cigarette through the cracked window you tell him you’re surprised he handled it as well as he did, which he credits to the lone cigarette he stole from his mom’s purse in the eighth grade preparing him for this very moment.

You know, I feel pretty stupid about it now but uh-“ Steve breaks the silence with a chuckle full of nerves. “I never really tried to talk to you much because I figured Robin had filled your head up with ideas about me.” feeling the sincerity in his words fueling the rapid thumping in your chest. “Quite the opposite actually, she spent years trying to convince me to put up with you.” you admit. “Fuck off.” he scoffs at your response like you’re playing some cruel joke on him. It’s not a wild assumption to make. Robin would spend hours talking your ear off about every single detail of what’s happening around her since the last time she’s seen you so he knew a few rough stories had to have slipped through the cracks.

“I mean it! You used to be a real shithead, you know. I guess I just never fully adjusted to the fact that you had changed until now…” you say sheepishly. The last two words played over in his head on repeat, fueling his ego. “Until now? So you’re like totally into me, right?” he mocks in his best trying-to-be serious voice. “In your dreams, Harrington.” you reply slyly but to him, he feels like he’s already in one. He can’t fathom the idea of someone not wanting to attach themselves to you.

His hair bouncing off of the side of his neck to the beat of the tune he’s tapping out on the steering wheel has you stuck in a trance, his perfectly carved jaw bone mixed with your buzz filling your brain with filthy ideas. Your thoughts are cut short by the rhythmic ticking signaling you are turning down his street. Steve lives in a remarkably nice house for his age. He landed some cushy work-from-home position at some local finance startup that just so happened to take off, earning him a decently sized salary which you only know about because of Robin’s gossip.

The end of Steve’s driveway brings you a sense of restlessness anticipating his next move as the space grows dark after the rays from the headlights die down. His veiny hands reach for the door handle swinging it open before his slender legs branch out. He quickens his pace in a light jog making his way to you before you get the chance to let yourself out. “Slow down there sweetheart, what kind of gentleman would I be if I left you to open your own door?” he coos, as if you are the most fragile thing on earth before extending his hand out for you to grab onto.

His arm immediately moves to rest over the dip in your back once you’re standing, sending shocks over your skin and you are utterly content with just staying like this the rest of the night. He motions out widely with both of his arms with his waist still pressed snuggly against yours, displaying the surroundings to you. “Welcome home.” he grins sliding his key in the door.

༺ the end.

chapter v: ‘like nothing matters’

coming: soon!

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icycoldninja · 8 months ago

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Hello! I've been a fan of your posts for a while and I'm very impressed by your ability to write in such a wide range of requests 😃

So, Vergil x reader who is very emotional and at the same time out of touch with their feelings, in a way that tears are a basic reaction to any kind of emotional situations. They try to act like a tough cookie, but then eventually pathetically break down. They can't explain to Vergil why they are crying, and are afraid that he wouldn't tolerate any kind of emotional situations from them. With a happy ending though.

That probably will be really short, but still thanks :)

OMG thank you 💜 I hope you enjoy!!

Emotional (Vergil x Reader angst/fluff)

Throughout your life, you'd always been emotionally detached, yet extremely emotional all at the same time. No matter what the situation was, if it was slightly saddening, you would cry. You'd turn your head to keep others from seeing your tears, and vehemently deny it if anyone asked questions, but the facts remained. You were a strange person in terms of reactions, but since you took great pains to keep this a secret, no one noticed; no one knew.

You were perfectly content to keep things that way, crying in private or covering your face with a book, your phone, or just turning away and pretending to do something else, but it seemed Fate wasn't having any of that. It decided that someone had to know your secret, and of course, that someone had to be your loving, but incredibly stern and cold boyfriend, Vergil.

He'd been away on a very long mission for 4 months and hadn't contacted you once during that time. You tried asking Dante and the others to see if they knew where he was and if he was alright, but no one knew where he went; all anyone could do was trust that he'd return. Despite their reassurances, you were worried sick. There were so many possibilities, none of them good. What if he'd been kidnapped? What if Mundus got him again? What if he was being tortured? What if? What if?

Once again, your reaction to this situation was to curl up on the bed and cry, silently, since no one was watching. You lay there like the lump of miserable flesh you were, tears streaming down your face and soaking the sheets. Then, as if summoned precisely for this moment, you heard the sounds of a portal being opened in the living room. You quickly tried to compose yourself, but no matter how hard you rub your face, you can't hide the redness in your eyes.

"Y/N?"

You heard him call out to you, footsteps heading towards the bedroom, where he presumed you would be. You sat up, trembling in anticipation, the stress and anxiety in your heart finally getting to you the moment Vergil set foot through the door. The first thing he saw was your flushed face, glassy gears streaming out of your bloodshot eyes and pouring down your cheeks, the small sniffling noises you made adding to your utterly defeated appearance. Vergil was used to you putting on a "tough cookie" act, not this. He'd never seen you cry before, and now that he was, he felt horrible.

"What's wrong, are you hurt?" He asked, stiffly walking over to you. You knew you shouldn't have done what you did next, but you did it anyway.

"I don't know!" You wailed, springing up from the bed and flinging yourself into his arms. Vergil was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what you wanted and returned the hug with enthusiasm.

"What is the matter?" He continued, "Did you perhaps grow lonely because of my absence?"

"I don't know," You repeated, sniffling and pulling away, furiously rubbing your eyes and biting down on your tongue to keep from crying any more. You did this because you thought Vergil wouldn't tolerate tears or any kind of weakness, especially if they were from you. To your surprise, Vergil snaked his large arms back around your waist and tugged you close, smushing your face into his chest.

"Shh, never mind, just stay here." He told you, running one hand up and down your back.

"You're not...mad at me?" You croaked, your face still buried in the wall of muscle that was his chest.

"Why would I be? What justifications do I have to be cross with you?"

"Cause...I'm crying...and...you don't want me to be...weak..."

"Your tears are not weakness." Vergil's words were shocking; you never expected him to say something like that. "They are the embodiment of your emotions, emotions that you are otherwise indifferent to. For anyone else, they would be signs of weakness, but not for you." Vergil glanced down at you with his rarely seen, truly warm smile, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Not for you, my dove. I could never be cross with you."

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thefrontofmymind · 11 months ago

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Make A Wish (matty healy x fem!reader)

You've been keeping your relationship with Matty secret from your friends. You have a good feeling it'll go the distance.

a/n: me writing??? who'd have thought?? anyway, i was in the mood for something sweet so i whipped this up, enjoy xxx

WC: 790

You always loved the song and dance around your birthday. The fact that you planned this exact party over a month ago, yet still got to act surprised when you came home to a gathering of all your closest friends with plenty of food and drink tickled you. In fact, it didn’t even faze you that Adam texted you just before you left work to ask if you could pick up your cake from the little bakery you loved near your office–even with a ‘pretty, pretty please�� added.

Over dinner, you looked over all the faces of the people who loved you enough to come tonight; old uni friends, a few close coworkers, and Matty and the band.

Matty.

You two acted like friends in front of everyone else, but behind closed doors that was far from the truth. Lingering hands and soft touches, hot breathes and skin sheened with sweat, murmurs of forever and then even after that. You were enjoying the bliss of it, before it could disrupt anything with the group as a whole. Just the two of you.

You caught his eye every so often while you were in separate conversations–just the smallest smirk has he noticed you looking at him instead of devoting your full attention to one of Charli’s stories from an underrage rave she went to with her parents way back when. He could make you giddy like a teenage schoolgirl, and you loved every second of it.

You knew what was next after dinner plates were cleared and George quickly switched off the light above your dining table scattered with half-empty glasses and the odd vape. Cake time.

Matty and Charli were slowly scooting out of your small kitchen–Matty holding the cake and Charli shielding the lit candles from the air with a lighter in hand.

You smiled, watching everyone sing the Happy Birthday song, giggling a little when it got to the point to sing your name and just about everybody came up with a different nickname of yours to say instead. The song ended with a cheer–and not soon enough, the melted wax off the pink candles was dripping closer and closer to the surface of the icing.

“Alright, make a wish!” Matty said as you got ready to blow out the candles.

You thought for a moment.

~~~

Sun was streaming through the cream linen curtains, just enough to wake you from your deep, sunken-into-the-bed, slumber. You let out an involuntary groan as you stretched the tightness from your shoulders.

You could hear footsteps coming down the hallway; not just soft, deliberate steps on the wooden floor, but also a set of small, quick patters coming closer and closer.

“Shh, okay?” You heard a whisper. “We have to be quiet in case Mummy’s still asleep.”

“Okay…” You heard an even softer voice reply.

The bedroom door creaked open. You closed your eyes apart from a tiny sliver. You could see two figures through your lashes–the man you’d grown to love after years of close friendship, and a tiny outline of a toddler with Matty’s same wild, curly hair, a little girl who you could barely keep up with most days.

“Okay, gently shake her,” Matty instructed.

You felt a cold, little hand on your shoulder. “Mummy…wake up! It’s your birthday!” She whispered, only a mere four inches from your face. It took everything in you not to laugh.

You slowly opened your eyes, and with a groggy voice said, “good morning, sweetie.”

“Happy birthday!” She exclaimed–a little too loud for how early it was in the morning, but you understood she was just excited. “We made you breakfast!”

You turned your attention to the plate and mug that Matty was holding; tea just how you like it and avocado toast with enough salt to soak up the sea.

“Thank you, my loves!” You said, gently taking the mug and plate from Matty, placing the cuppa on your nightstand and the plate in your lap on top of your duvet.

“Someone was a big help with mashing the avocado, huh?” Matty asked your daughter.

She nodded shyly, you were glad she didn’t inherit her father’s ego, even when it came to mashing avocado.

The three of you got cosy in yours and Matty’s king-sized bed, and Matty put Mulan on the TV against the far wall–it was your favourite Disney film when you were young and it was quickly becoming your daughter’s as well.

You never thought you could be this happy. This content. You got all you’d ever dreamed of and more, and you got to do it all with the person you loved the most in this world.

~~~

You smiled, blew out your candles, and hoped for the best.

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dmitriene · 2 years ago

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— i don't care anymore.

summary: feelings accumulated inside of you for years abruptly bursted out. content: re4! leon x fem! agent reader tags: nsfw, smut, hurt/comfort, mentions of blood - death - trauma - nausea - alcohol, confused relationship, receiving fingering, unprotected p in v, marking. (let me know if i forgot something!) authors note: my first smut which includes leon and quite sensitive themes, hope you like it! please enjoy your reading) 🖤 (18+ warning)

«i'm so lost and confused / i don't know what to do»

«where are they now / i don't care anymore»

Bioweapon —

USSTRATCOM — a place that gradually began to feel like a cage in which you found yourself due to your own choice, joining a secret unit on the list of a few more people in order to prevent the spread of bioweapons, devoting not only your body and mind to this cause — but also your life.

Contact —

Leon Scott Kennedy — the first person who took a step towards you and the first acquaintance that significantly smoothed everything that happens around you — to be honest, an awkward temporary contact with a fair haired man even pleased you, because your rare meetings and short dialogues made your thoughts switch to a slight smile playing around the corners of his lips as he jokes about an upcoming mission or discusses how he would like to go on vacation, and you, to be honest, too.

Zombies —

A defocused look and a veil before the eyes — not yours, but a rebellious creature in front of you, a twisted body and indistinct sounds that came from the mouth of an incomprehensible creature while its ragged movements and crooked legs carried it towards you in desperate attempts to get to you, only for your fingers to pull the gun trigger and fill the space with the sounds of gunshots, the bullets ripping through layers of already rotting flesh only to riddle the body of a creature that faintly reminded you of its human appearance, until it finally fell to the ground.

Blood —

Crimson thick liquid — it oozes like rubies from a limp body in scarlet streams along the floor and down to your feet, and you feel how strong and fast your heart beats arrhythmically, dispersing the blood through your own body with a loud noise from an overabundance of the body, forcing the whole body to break through weak pulsation, you don’t even have time to comprehend what is happening, as a heavy and itchy load immediately falls on your entire body, starting to feel cold sweat that collected in small drops on your skin, forcing your hands to automatically start trying to convulsively brush off the unpleasant discharge.

Nausea —

Unbearable pressure on the cranium — which seemed to have an impact on you from all sides, as soon as you look away from the corpse, your head starts to spin and your breath spirals in earnest, a disgusting lump forms in your throat and it seemed as if all space was leaving under your feet, and any matter around dissolving, followed by a vile, indescribable feeling that forced the body to strain to its maximum limit.

Panic —

An overwhelming feeling that sharply wedges everything around and is very blurry — you try to focus on the environment around you and you suddenly feel that you have nothing to breathe, in an instant you seem to be deprived of any access to oxygen, which, it would seem, should have been enough, your mouth opens in panic and in a futile attempt to swallow more air, but everything turns out to be in vain.

Comfort —

A sharp feeling of psychophysical pleasure and the opportunity to breathe — the necessary warmth began to spread through the body following the sensation of someone's arms ringed around you, someone's strong figure embraces you in an understanding embrace, as if only wanting to divert your thoughts from everything that previously worried you, and then a heavy hand lies on your back and begins to slowly draw ornate patterns with his fingertips

— «Shh.. everything is fine..»

the velveteen tone of voice helps to recognize in whose hands you are and the heart finally stops abnormally rushing around the chest, your breathing gradually returns to normal and in a matter of a moment the lump rolls back from a simple realization — you are in the safest possible place at the moment.

Monastery —

The long awaited feeling that falls on your shoulders and covers you with apathy like a blanket — a successfully completed mission safely returned you for some time to your usual state of affairs, being in the comfortable environment of your monastery and inspiring peace of mind that affects better than any medicine that helps excess weight and thoughts vanish from your body like something superfluous.

Alcohol —

Astringent and bitter taste that recreates a burning sensation in the mouth and further down the throat — an uncounted sip of ruby liquid makes the body perform an incredible somersault, thoughts turn into porridge and eyes get wet over an unpleasant veil that your obscuring gaze, because it is in such an environment that memories overtake you.

Aggression —

Discontent seething through the veins with hot blood, covering everything in front of you — your eyebrows frown after the hope that a few sips of alcohol will help you calm down and cope with painful thoughts, a glass of tart liquid is instantly emptied, your heart is convulsively knocking on your chest and blood walks all over your body with a familiar noise, and then you can’t stand it, with all your strength you hit the glass on the table, breaking the glass to smithereens, while your fingers instinctively clench around the fragments in an attempt to forget, injuring yourself on thin glass.

Return —

A confusing sensation of fussiness and unbearable tension — an unusual sudden fussiness and tight clenching of the lips until the pinkish skin turns white, new and uncomfortable feelings that arose somewhere on the internal soil due to the meeting with the long straight corridor that led to the oval office, provoking uncomfortable bubbling and noticeable lack of air to re-form deep inside, while the mind screamed endlessly that there was no place for weakness and your own discomfort, so the fingers had to slide along the bridge of the nose in an attempt to get out of the viscous shackles of an unpleasant foreboding.

Disruption —

Acute anxiety and inability to focus on the environment — as soon as you cross the threshold of the door out of the office on cottony legs, you already unconsciously rush towards any free room to lie down there until you come to your senses, until your vision swims worse than the raging sea waves followed by a sharp movement of your hand that pulls some unknown door handle for you to roll over the threshold and lock yourself between four walls, leaning back against a wooden surface and taking in air into the lungs.

Need —

Feeling unable to cope with what is happening on your own — fingers smear transparent drops of tears on your face before lifting your head and only then perceive the surrounding picture, in your most vulnerable and hopeless position you locked yourself in an unknown office with a man whom you had already allowed to probe your weakness — Leon Scott Kennedy, you know nothing about him except his name and pair of blue eyes that look at you in pure surprise, and you feel even worse from the realization that if he were to pull you to him again now, you would gladly give in to this impulse, but instead you stand with your back to him and tremblingly reach for the door handle.

Consolation —

A warm, honey like feeling that you succumb to and let yourself feel weaker than usual — only to hear an already completely unimportant document slap on the table before footsteps echo against your eardrums and you feel close contact with his warm chest before strong arm shamelessly wrap around your waist line, carefully and torturously slow forcing you, like a feather, to turn to face him, only to bury your face somewhere in his chest and at the same moment endless and unintelligible sobs pour from your lips, and the tongue unties itself, as soon as his voice with warm breath touches the shell of your ear

— «Shh, sweetheart, i got you.. i got you»

your voice is hoarse and torn after another sob, and you don’t care at what moment a gentle appeal sweetly slipped from his lips

— « I-I'm.. I-I can't take it, Leon.. I'm»

— «I know.. i know»

Attraction —

A blind reaction to the inability to think concretely — a ridiculous desire to remain in caring hands and sink into an unexpected need to feel his presence closer, to force all the disgusting memories to burn out of your head as your head slowly lifts up to meet his gaze with your tear stained eyes, and his hand is incredibly tender as he caresses your cheek and his thumb carefully traces a line under your eyes, collecting tears and watching your eyelashes quiver at the sudden feeling of embarrassment that has blossomed inside you and revealed a pinkish blush on your cheeks.

Awareness —

A complete understanding and acceptance of what is happening, penetrating the spine, an awareness of a need that rises above everything else — his head slowly lowers to face you, and a finger slides from your cheek to your chin to gently lift it, you catch a small quiver of his eyelashes before his warm lips touch yours in an uncertain kiss, and you don’t even have time to comprehend what is happening and the seething heat inside, which made your heart contract and beat not because of an unpleasant lump of feelings, but something warmer, and he pulls away with a half lidded eyes in order to cover half of his face with his hand, squeezing out

— «I'm sorry.. i shouldn't do this, probably, i should - »

he does not finish, because the realization hits you with pressure and you give in to the need, dropping your lips to his again.

Passion —

A strong impulse that is accompanied by an irresistible attraction to someone — something that makes you find yourself in his arms, seasoning your back against a cool wall, while his warm tongue greedily explored all the depths of your mouth and your sweet lips, pulling charming moans and needy whining to his ears — he is ready to give in to your every desire, drawing a path of kisses from your lips to your neck to paint it with bright buds of scarlet traces, a warm hand carefully pulls off your blouse to throw it behind your back, needing to touch your seductive flesh, teasingly swiping his tongue up your collarbones as his free hand gently yanks off your bra, making you whine

— «Please, hmn.. L-Leon..»

his voice is lower than usual, demonstrating a reciprocal need for contact as his tongue touches your chest and lightly brushes your nipples with his teeth, causing your spine to intuitively arch and your fingers to sink into his shoulders

— «Mm, sweetheart, just a little bit, want to taste every part of your delicious body..»

Lust —

The need for voluptuousness, sensual sexual desire from which all sorts of sensible thoughts float — the only thing that left room for thinking was how to cover every part of your body with his marks in order to squeeze out more moans and sweet sobs from you, and it comes out when he gives you what you wished for a long time, wriggling in his arms for closer contact.

his hand slid freely up your thigh, making your legs flinch around his waist, while his hand teasingly lay on your pubic tubercle hidden behind the thin, soaked fabric of your panties to run his fingers along your sensitive spot, listening to how his name slides from your swollen lips

— «L-Leon!»

he hums, turns his attention back to your face and in a quivering kiss covers your lips again until his fingers finally begin to make jagged and erratic patterns over the small pea of your clit, smiling into your lips as your back arches sharply and your head rises back, and he seizes this moment to slip outside of your underwear and pull the panties down, leaving them hanging from your leg while his fingers spread your labia minora to plunge one finger into your wet crotch, swiping and repeating fictitious movements in and out , until your hips begin to buck up intuitively, with every opportunity to move towards his caresses — and a smirk blooms on his lips, he adds another finger and watches your face writhe with an overabundance of feelings.

Euphoria —

An overwhelming sense of bliss — trembling into every cell of your body, making you tremble in his firm arms and sink your head into his shoulder as the walls of your cunt clenched and unclenched around his fingers until the sweet sensation of orgasm slowly subsided, allowing him to take his fingers out and bring them up to his lips, licking your juices utterly greedily, watching your cheeks redden shamefacedly at the sight of him savoring you on his fingers before sinking back into your joint kiss, letting you taste that strange taste on the tip of your tongue before moaning into his lips with not a request, but a sincere need

— «N-need.. need you..»

a low laugh sounds extremely languid, vibrating off his chest and allowing you to feel it to the fullest in connection with you being in his hands, while his whisper caressed your ear, swiping a wet strip along your ear lobe, drawing a sob out of you

— «Need what, hun? You need to talk properly, hm?»

the challenge in the tone of his voice makes you flinch, the desire to feel his cock deep inside of your cunt covered everything with a veil and pressure in the lower abdomen, provoking your tongue to untie enough to squeeze out embarrassedly

— «Need your c-cock.. inside, please.»

a satisfied smile stretches along the line of his lips so that he again covers her lips with his, soft and hot, weaving his fingers into strands of your hair and running between them with his fingers, while his relatively cottony legs from his own arousal lead him to a table nearby, Leon lays you on lightly cool surface before parting your lips and finally freeing himself from the stuffy layers of clothing.

Frenzy —

An extreme degree of mental arousal, a violent loss of self-control — a surge that makes him, with impatient and sharp movements, pull off his t-shirt and throw it aside, only to go down with his hand to the belt of his trousers, tangling his fingers in the buckle and deftly releasing it to lower the interfering fabric into floor, and all he needs is one quick glance at your glossy eyes that are following the movement of his hands and how he was getting close to the elastic of his boxers as if he play's with a cat, with you.

the nervous lump finds its way down your throat as you watch as Leon releases the rubber band and lets his cock slide out freely, causing him to shudder in contact with the cool air, revealing to you a view of his slightly swollen cock dripping with precum, his footsteps in your direction measured and feel like an eternity, until you feel his hands smoothly spread your legs, running his tongue over his lips at the sight of your shiny with arousal cunt, and the spine arches by itself as your hips thrust into his touch, and you hide your reddened face in your hands, suddenly feeling his lips on the skin of your neck, shuddering from his hot breath and sensual whisper

— «Don't hide your pretty face, darling»

he adjoins his sharp cheekbone to your neck and then leaves a smeared bite, leading a path of crimson hickeys and butterfly kisses to the line of your sharp collarbones and teasing them with his teeth, awakening in you an unbearable heat from the accumulated arousal that provokes you to reach down with your hand, groping for his cock and running a finger along his urethra, smearing precum all over it and getting out Leon's sharp growl, which is then covered by his deep voice

— «You want this so much, aren't you, needy thing?»

his tone of voice completely obscures your mind and ability to think concretely, so you foolishly nod your head and whine from a quivering kiss on the top of your head before he starting to act, slowly pushing his crimson head inside your cunt, marveling at the ultimate narrowness

— «F-fuckgh, sweet thing, you are so tight»

his movements are slow and measured, full of exhilarating excitement, before he picks up the pace and begins to move more boldly, pressing his hips against your buttocks, on which his large and slightly rough hands rested, as his cock plunged into your hot insides with each time faster and faster, watching with eyes covered with lust as your cunt sucks his cock into you all the way and shrinking as if refusing to let go, and his pace became almost animal, pulling out loud and hoarse moans from the depths of your throat, covering your mouth with his hand and whispering softly into your ear, while he slowly put your legs on his shoulders

— «Shh, sweetheart, don't want anyone to know what we're doing here, aren't you?»

and you nod dumbly again, feeling your legs rest on his shoulders as he rams into you from a completely different angle, hitting your kervix and enjoying your muffled moans and whimpers as you desperately try to mutter about the intense pressure in your stomach

— «Need t' cum.. pleaseleonwanttocum!»

he answers you with a deep growl before looking down at you and freeing your lips from his palm, replacing it with his lips to drown out your further cries of pleasure, whispering

— «Cum.. cum for me, let yourself go, yeah?»

and you writhing, moaning into his lips as he kisses you endlessly despite the catastrophic lack of air, while you ring his neck with your hands and let yourself arch, stretching like a string into a frenzy, while your knees convulsively trembled, and all the erratic moans driven by the wave of orgasm get taller, matching his by how much your cunt clenched around his cock.

— «S-shit, doll, not going to last m-much!»

you both moan obscenely loudly in unison, trying to drown out all sounds as much as possible, while your body convulses pleasure like an electric shock, he licks your swollen lips while your eyes roll back in ecstasy for a few moments, feeling Leon crush your thighs with rapture , feeling his orgasmic discharge approaching, he thrusts into your hot and dripping cunt one last time, and then ejaculates, staining the walls of your cunt with his hot ropes of cum before going limp and wrapping his strong arms around your body, pulling you closer.

Bliss —

A feeling of supreme pleasure, joyful and comforting — what you feel at last again in a long time, feeling him gently trace his thumb over the marks he covered your now limp body before pulling his cock out of you and kissing your cheek, hearing you whimper softly before snuggling closer to him from being so tired and wanting to stay in this trembling moment - so he gently strokes your back, lifting your chin to look at your tired sleepy eyes, which makes him mumble softly

— «How are you feeling now, hun?»

your lips curl into a warm, sleepy smile before nuzzling into his chest and muttering, hugging him as tightly as you can, clinging to your current situation

— «Good.. never felt so good before..»

those were the last words from you before you let fatigue and exhaustion get the best of you and pass out in his arms and gentle presence.

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lvllylix · 2 years ago

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Sun-Kissed Ripples

Title: Sun-Kissed Ripples

Song: Butterflies by Kacey Musgraves

Pairing: Bangchan x reader

Word count: 788

Warnings: fear of water and being thrown in

Summary: Joining your boyfriend, Chan, and the rest of Stray Kids for a day by the pool proves to be an unforgettable adventure filled with laughter, splashes, and heartwarming moments.

The summer sun hung high in the sky as you and Chan arrived at the pool where the rest of Stray Kids awaited. Excitement bubbled within you as you spotted familiar faces near the sparkling water.

"Hey, guys!" Chan called out, his voice laced with anticipation. "We're finally here!"

"About time!" Felix exclaimed, grinning. "We've been waiting to splash you two."

You laughed and nudged Chan playfully. "Looks like we're in for a wild day."

Minho, armed with a water gun, approached you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Chan, Y/N, are you ready for the ultimate water fight?"

Chan smirked and put his arm around you protectively. "Bring it on, Minho. We're ready to take you down!"

With those words, chaos erupted. Water balloons flew through the air, splashing against bodies and causing shrieks of delight.

"Duck!" Changbin shouted, lobbing a water balloon at you.

You managed to dodge it, but it burst against Chan's chest, drenching him.

"Hey!" Chan protested, his eyes widening playfully. "You'll pay for that, Changbin!"

Giggling, you snatched a water gun from the poolside and aimed it at Changbin. "Don't worry, Chan. I'll avenge you!"

As the water fight escalated, Hyunjin emerged from behind the palm trees, holding a tray of colorful ice pops.

"Who's up for a refreshing treat?" Hyunjin asked, his eyes scanning the group.

"I am!" you exclaimed, holding out your hand eagerly.

Hyunjin handed you a strawberry-flavored ice pop, his fingers brushing against yours briefly. "Enjoy, Y/N. You deserve it."

"Thanks, Hyunjin!" you replied, taking a bite. "This is amazing!"

Chan, his attention diverted by the ice pops, made his way over to you. "I want one too!"

Hyunjin grinned mischievously. "Sure, but you have to catch it!"

Chan's eyes widened as Hyunjin tossed the ice pop high into the air. With lightning-fast reflexes, Chan leaped, catching it skillfully before it could hit the ground.

The group erupted in applause, cheering for Chan's impressive catch.

"You never fail to impress, Chan!" Jisung exclaimed, clapping him on the back.

Chan blushed, handing the ice pop to you. "For you, my hero."

You smiled, taking a bite and savoring the sweet taste. "Thank you, Chan. You're my hero too."

After enjoying the ice pops, the group returned to the pool, laughter still lingering in the air. Unbeknownst to the boys, you harbored a fear of deep water, a secret you had yet to share.

As a playful joke, some of the boys, including Changbin and Minho, grabbed you and tossed you into the pool. The moment you hit the water, panic consumed you. Fear clenched your heart, and you struggled to keep your head above the surface.

"Y/N!" Chan's voice rang out with concern as he dove into the water after you. He swam swiftly towards you, his eyes filled with worry.

Frantically, you flailed your arms, gasping for air. "Chan, I can't… I can't swim! Help!"

Chan's arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to his chest. "Shh, it's okay, Y/N. I've got you. Just hold on to me."

Tears streamed down your face as you clung tightly to Chan, his reassuring presence calming your racing heart.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Felix's voice trembled with regret. "We had no idea you were scared. We were just playing around."

Minho and Changbin nodded, their expressions filled with remorse. "Yeah, we didn't mean to frighten you."

You took a deep breath, your trembling subsiding. "It's okay, guys. I should've told you about my fear. Let's just laugh it off now."

Chan gently stroked your hair, his touch soothing. "You're so brave, Y/N. I'm proud of you for staying strong."

You managed a small smile, the fear gradually dissipating. "Thanks, Chan. I have you to thank for being my hero again."

The boys surrounded you, apologizing once more and promising to be more mindful in the future.

As the evening sun cast a warm glow over the pool, you found solace in Chan's arms, cuddled up against his chest. He continued to stroke your hair tenderly, his voice filled with affection.

"I'll always be here to protect you, Y/N. You mean the world to me, and your happiness and safety are my top priority."

You snuggled closer, feeling the love radiating from him. "I'm so lucky to have you, Chan. Thank you for being my rock."

Chan pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with warmth. "Anytime, my love. Let's make more beautiful memories together, filled with laughter and joy."

And at that moment, surrounded by the sounds of your friends' laughter and the comforting embrace of your boyfriend, you knew that even in the face of fear, love had the power to heal and bring you strength.

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d8nielaa · 2 months ago

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is it weird that i want some angst too?

it can be with whoever you’d like :)

Authors Note: not weird at all! I didn’t know who to pick for this, so I put all of their names on a spinning wheel and let that pick lol 😭

“Do you love me?”

Beverly Jitney-Bush x fem!greaser reader

For weeks, it had been a secret. You and Beverly, sneaking around together.

I know, right?

Who would have ever thought that you (a greaser) could charm a highly and mighty Soc like Beverly?

It was fun at first, sneaking away at the drive-in, meeting up at a small creak you two called “your spot” to exchange giggly kisses and intense makeouts.

The thrill gave you the motivation to get out of bed. The possibility of seeing her in the hallways at school, catching each others eyes.

It was perfect, and though nobody could know about this-it was still perfect.

Untill one day.

One night at the drive-in, you went looking for Beverly. You snuck off to to the Soc side, turning every corner with caution as you looked for the blonde.

Once your eyes landed on her beautiful blue dress and blonde bob, you went to approach her.

Only to see her making out with a guy-Brill, the one she told you not to worry about.

Tears brimmed your eyes, and you quickly ran off.

You went back to the greaser side, your fist clutching your shirt tightly.

Your breaths became labored, and hurtful. You had to lean on a nearby wall in order to try and calm down.

But you couldn’t.

Not when you saw the girl you were so deeply and madly in love with, making out with a guy.

Ace and Two-Bit were walking together, drinks in their hands and smiles on their faces.

The smiles quickly dropped when they saw you.

“babydoll-“ Two-Bit said, quickly walking over to you, Ace right behind him.

You wiped your tears as best as you could, sobs racking through your whole body.

“shh-shh, it’s okay” Ace cooed, placing her drinks on the ground and wrapping her arms around you.

You sobbed in her arms, so distraught and heartbroken to even speak.

“here-here baby, take a sip” Two-Bit said, placing his beer right in front of your lips. You shakily held the can, taking a sip before handing it back to him.

The two of them helped you stand up, guiding you to Two-Bit’s busted up car. Ace helped you climb in, before getting in behind you. Two-Bit got in the drivers seat, smiling sadly as he drove away.

All while Beverly was looking for you.

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A few days later, you hadn’t interacted with Bev. You didn’t answer her calls, didn’t look at her at school-nothing.

You sat at the creak, the one that was your guys “spot”.

You listened to the soft stream of water, the whistling wind and nearby whip-poor-wills.

You also listened to the sound of footsteps coming from behind you. But you already knew who it was.

You sighed as you kept your eyes glued to the water, the familiar person sitting next to you.

“Hey,” Beverly said cheerfully, a smile on her face as she leaned in. She pressed a kiss to your lips, only for you not to reciprocate.

Which was weird because you were always so happy and excited to see her.

“Where have you been, baby? I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”

You didn’t reply, feeling like a burden-or that you weren’t even enough to love.

“Baby, hello? You okay?” The Soc girl asked, grabbing your hand and squeezing it softly.

“…do you love me?”

“What?”

“you heard me, do you love me, Beverly?”

Beverly froze, all her confidence out the window. She thought of what to say-not knowing that this was gonna happen.

“How was the drive-in? Do anything fun with uh-what’s his name..Brill-oh yeah, Brill?” You asked, slowly adding fuel to the fire.

“I-it’s not what it looks like baby-“

“Oh yeah?! Than what was it? Hmm? Did you even love me!?-“

“Of course not!”

You froze, tears now blurring vision as the world froze.

What? She didn’t love you? Even after everything the two of you had done together, she didn’t love you.

“I never loved you! I can’t love you..”

“Why? Why not?!”

“Because it’d never work! Im a Soc, you’re a greaser…I can’t be seen with you. You’d ruin my reputation.”

You stood there-your whole world was crashing down.

All this time, and you really were enough to believe a girl like Bev could love you.

You stood silently for a few moments, fists clenched as you finally spoke.

“I hope you’re happy, Beverly. I hope this brings you bliss.”

And with that, you walked off, half of your heart left behind with the girl who didn’t want it.

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Authors Note: BEV FIC BEV FIC ALERT!!

#the outsiders musical #x reader #wlw #wuh luh wuh #beverly jitney bush #bev the outsiders

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princevictoriapunk · 10 months ago

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𝐼 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉, 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝐼?

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Title: "I deserve it, don't I?"

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Aventurine, Seth (OC)

Genre : Hurt/comfort

Content Warnings : A little pinch of angst and a large bucket of fluff. Otherwise, no spoiler warning or anything.

Word count : 2,272

Character count : 13,029

Synopsis : Aventurine got threatened to be assassinated, and Seth, his beloved bodyguard also known as 'Cerberus', is watching over him for the night. Awakened by a horrific nightmare, his personal hellhound is running to the rescue.

A/n : The more I read about this charming bastard, the more I just want to hold him. Poor man deserves all the freedom and happiness he can get, and if I have to bite the IPC for that 🦝🥄

A/n 2 : Will be crossposted on Ao3 when I get around to it •3•

A/n 3 : Check out > Part 2 of the fanfic :>

Fic under the cut for length ✨️

Besides the fact that someone had announced they’d come after Aventurine's life, the two have had a normal evening like any other.

After dinner, the two men went to one of the casinos in Penacony, and once it was time for bed due to a meeting before noon the following day, they headed back to the hotel.

So, Aventurine went to bed with a goodnight kiss, with his bodyguard and secret lover staying up to fend off any threats.

Seth had no issue pulling an all-nighter to keep watch over his employer. He secured the front of the door with a little table and a chair from inside their shared room.

On said table, he had placed down the utensils and parts of his disassembled pistol as well as the still whole one, so he could clean them one by one.

Nothing and nobody would get past him.

Nothing but peace and quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the quiet chatter and steps of the few people wandering the distant hallways, the quiet buzz of electricity, and the muffled, soft splashes and bubbling of the liquid filling the Dreampools.

Well, besides the clicking of metal and soft rustling of the thin brush or the cloth he was using to clean ‘Crime’ and ‘Punishment’ - his faithful twin pistols - with.

Alas, after a while, he did hear quite some noise and screams from inside. A loud thud. Immediately, Seth jumped up and barged into the room. Alarmed.

The chair toppled over. Thud. The door flung open. He readied his pistols. They clicked. Checked the room for his boyfriend. For any threat that might've infiltrated the room. His muscles tensed up. Unable to find him. Blood and adrenaline rushed through his veins.

“Aven?!”, he called out.

No signs of a break-in…

His eyes darted around the dimly lit room. Spotting a tuft of blond hair next to the farther side of the bed, he relaxed his posture. Held the guns so they'd point up, until he'd eventually put them away.

His crimson eyes checked for any possible injuries on the smaller man. Hopefully just a few minor bruises from falling off the bed, from what he assumed. His gaze spoke more a “You okay?” than he’d voice out.

“Seth!”, said one exclaimed before letting out a sigh of relief upon spotting his bodyguard and partner to the rescue. His heart was racing. His eyes darted around in panic. His throat felt dry. Cold sweat glistened on his pale skin. Crystalline, almost sparkling tears streamed down his cheeks.

“You're awake..”.

His voice rarely sounded so thin. So shaky. So scared.

The nightmare must have been a particularly bad one.

With a small breath of relief, Crime and Punishment slipped back into the holsters on his harness. He pushed the door closed using his foot. With just a few strides, he walked over to the bed.

After picking him up like a sad wet cat, he placed the smaller man down on the mattress.

Handed him a glass of water he just poured from the carafe on the nightstand. Watched as his boss emptied it in one go, cupping them with his own hands to steady the blond's trembling own ones.

“Hey hey hey- Shh..~ Bad dream?”, he asked in a hushed but concerned tone.

Sitting down on the edge of the soft mattress, Seth spread his arms. Offered a hug to his panicked partner. His jaw clenched. His heart sunk in his chest.

He understood that Aventurine didn't want to share everything with him, and he respected his decision. But it hurt to see him in so much pain that wasn't willing to have Seth share carrying the weight of the pain he was experiencing.

Aventurine was usually a stoic person, but the nightmares appeared to be slowly chipping away at his resolve.

He’d only confessed to Seth once how the dreams had changed, from childhood fears to more of a recurring, vivid one that was almost too painful to share. That hit too close to home.

Cerberus’ brows furrowed. A mask of concern replaced his usually either lazy grin or his slightly irritated expression.

He wasn't a man of many words. A firm believer of “actions spoke louder than words”. Which is why he didn't force Aventurine to tell him about his nightmares.

The Avgin accepted his partner's hug eventually. Crawled closer to wrap his body around the other's much bigger frame. The warmth he provided was soothing. The nightmare had left him freezing even though the room had a comfortable temperature.

As he was held close, he began to relax little by little. Let go of his worries. Seth was his safe haven, even if he didn't want to admit it.

Pulling the blond man in, the bodyguard also wrapped the blanket around him.

“Hope the holsters aren't in the way…”, he whispered to his boyfriend.

Seth leaned his head against his, gently rubbing his back.

Slowly, he felt Aventurine relax in his arms, his muscles losing more and more of the tension from before. Based on the shorter one’s response, the holsters didn't pose too much of a hindrance.

So, the two snuggled in silence for a while until the gambler spoke up again.

“It was a.. terrible dream”, he whispered.

His voice sounded weak and threatening to crack and break out into tears. His eyes closed as he continued to settle down. He didn't have the confidence to look up at his beloved protector and partner.

“A recurring one… One that I can't seem to shake off.”.

Pressing a gentle kiss to the other man’s temple, he pulled him even closer, onto his lap, intently listening in silence.

Whenever they sat like that, Seth realized just how small, how fragile Aventurine was in comparison to himself. That alone made the dual-hair-coloured man want to protect him even more. To hold him even more gently.

Feeling the blond nuzzle more into his chest, he buried his own face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck. Inhaled his sweet scent.

Seth still hadn’t lost any words for a good couple of minutes.

“Don't worry. I'm here to chase them off as often as you need me to. I swore an oath to protect you till the end of time, so I will come whenever you call my name.”.

His low, raspy voice rumbled against the blond's neck as he placed soft kisses along Aventurine's cheek, jaw, and neck to distract him. His stubble tickled his delicate skin.

His partner felt more vulnerable than ever, his body being propped into his arms like that.

He was already short compared to Seth, and the difference in size and stature made him almost feel like a child again.

That was okay, though. Because it reminded him he had someone strong and devoted to protect him now. Someone who kept him more or less sane in this insanity surrounding the IPC.

When his personal guard hound kissed him, he shivered at the touch of his lips. Shuffling up a bit higher as the kisses continued down his neck.

“Just… stay close to me, okay?”, he sighed, relaxing completely.

Seth's breathing was calm and slow, much like his heartbeat since realizing that his employer was not in danger.

He was a man of his word. Not even once did he let anyone touch his boyfriend. Giving a nod and a low grumble, he agreed.

“Want to lie down again or stay like this?”, he inquired.

His crimson eyes glanced up at the teal and purple ones of Aventurine. Those beautiful eyes he often got lost in.

His boyfriend thought about his question before replying with a small smile reminiscent of his usually so confident one: “I feel very comfortable in your arms. If you don't mind, I'd rather stay here a little longer.”.

His hands came up to rest on the taller man's chest, his lips curling upwards a tad more. After everything, He was still trembling slightly.

“You smell nice”, he murmured, his eyelids fluttering a bit.

With another nod, he accepted the other's decision.

“Fine with me” is what his smile meant.

Rubbing the blond's head, he glanced down at the hands on his chest before he planted another kiss on Aventurine's forehead.

“Thank you. I'm trying out that new perfume.”.

It seemed that it was something that suited his partner's taste. Even though Seth was nothing but his bodyguard in public, he did go for items he knew the shorter man would like to see on him.

“The perfume suits you”, Aventurine replied with an appreciative smile.

It smelled nice, almost like the cologne Cerberus occasionally wore when he took him to nice places.

The Stoneheart would never ask directly, but he knew that Seth bought those things solely for him - if he wasn't the one spoiling his beloved dog, showering him in them. There was no denying that Seth was good at taking care of what he loved.

“I love you”, Aventurine mumbled.

His words were soft and gentle as he pressed his cheek against the broad chest in front of him.

“Thanks, I was hoping you'd like it.”.

“I love you too”, he rasped, resting his head atop of his boyfriend's.

There was no doubt that his heart began to flutter in his chest whenever he snuggled up against him like that. A soft blush spread on his cheeks as he relaxed his pectoral so they'd be a more comfortable pillow despite the vest, tie, and dress shirt being in the way either way.

Leaning his head against the other male's, Seth seemed so mellow.

Out on the field, in sight of prying eyes, he always seemed so battle-hardy, cruel, cold, and emotionally distant.

Everybody who'd be told that this man, also known as 'Cerberus', was such an affectionate softie behind closed doors, they'd never believe it.

Aventurine sighed contently, his body pressed against Seth’s, burritoed in his arms. He felt content and safe in his embrace.

For a moment, he contemplated just falling asleep here, but the thought of missing out on spending quality time with his loved one deterred such a tempting idea.

His eyelids fluttered as his breathing became more relaxed, but his mind was still a little active.

“Seth?”

"Hmm?", he asked with a low rumble vibrating in his chest.

Glancing down, he couldn't see the other male's face regardless, but it helped him focus more on the blond. Seth was waiting patiently for the other to tell him what he needed.

Aventurine’s voice was soft and tender when he spoke, a pleasant contrast to his usual composed demeanor. A luxury only Seth was allowed to see. How vulnerable he was. How human. How delicate.

“Promise me you won’t ever leave my side, Seth. There’s so much of the world I’d like you to see. With me. You're the only reason why I haven't fully gone insane yet. Just promise me you’ll always be with me.”

Though it was a bit of a silly thing to ask someone who worked as his bodyguard, he couldn’t help but want to hear his answer.

Hearing Aventurine voice out those words made him chuckle softly, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Picking up the smaller man and setting him back down next to him on the bed, Seth slipped off the mattress. Kneeling in front of his boyfriend, he gently grasped his small, pale hands. Bringing them up to his face, Seth pressed a soft kiss to the back of his hands. As he gazed up, rubies gleaming softly in the dim lighting, he locked eyes with Aventurine.

“I pledge to never leave your side, to never let any harm befall you, to always be your spear and shield~ I shall guard you with my life, even if it's the last thing I do.”.

Aventurine’s heart skipped a beat as Seth kissed the back of his hands. Though he’d already promised to protect him, the gesture was as powerful as the words he spoke, if not more.

His lips pursed together slightly as his eyes met yours. He could tell this wasn’t just a simple promise.

It was a vow. A vow to protect and cherish him till death.

Even though Seth was no knight in shining armor, he'd still do anything in his power to protect the one he loved. Since he had accepted that people nicknamed him Cerberus, He could see what made them call him that in the first place. He viciously protected the blond, much like how the three-headed Hellhound was guarding the Gate of Hell.

Without warning, he pulled his bodyguard down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. His heart was racing with each passing second.

Seth was caught off guard, something that was hard to achieve. But just a few seconds later, he cupped Aventurine's cheeks and returned the loving kiss.

The bodyguard was a loyal, fierce man, but there was a tender and affectionate side to him that not many people had the luxury of witnessing.

Aventurine kissed him passionately, not wanting to waste another second apart. He knew that he wanted to hold his boyfriend close all night, and it was exactly what he did as he pulled him down to the bed.

Seth’s strong arms enveloped him in a tight hug, pulled his lover on top of him, so he could settle down. Watching the exhaustion eventually win the siege against Aventurine's determination to spend some quality time with him.

Or in simpler terms, a soft smile played around his lips, much like the content one on the asleep blond's lips.

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mi-rae07 · 1 year ago

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Jeong Yunho : Fell In Love With A Pirate (Part 6/7)

Pairing : Jeong Yunho (Ateez) and named character (Kim Yumi)

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Yumi : is this pity?

Yunho looked up at yumi who was now sitting on his bed, yunho kneeling down on the floor as he re-bandaged her wounds. Yumi had done nothing except cry silently as yunho had cleaned her body, him trying to be as careful as possible in order to not hurt her any more.

Yunho : yumi-ya.

Yumi : you told me I was only a debt to you, so then why are you doing all this for me? Let me go, let me leave, yunho.

Yunho : and do what? Where are you going to go, yumi?

Yumi : back to the sea.

Yunho : you cannot do that anymore, your…ship's been destroyed.

Yumi chuckled, looking away as yunho pressed his lips together. He was the one who had signed the order to sink her ship, not knowing it was hers. He hadn't even bothered to ask, thinking his mother would only do what was right.

Yumi : they didn’t even spare my ship.

Yunho : yumi-ya, stay with me.

Yumi looked at yunho as he stood up, sitting on the bed next to her as he said

Yunho : I lied, I still love you.

Yumi : what?

Yunho : I was just…I wanted to know why you'd done that to my village years ago and I thought you'd never give me the real reason for it if I'd…if I'd been true with you.

Yumi : you want to know? Do you still wish to know the real reason, yunho?

Yumi supposed there was no point hiding it now, especially since she now knew that yunho still loved her despite all that. Keeping this a secret from yunho was now useless.

Yunho looked up at yumi as she said

Yumi : because I wanted you to hate me, because I wanted you to marry a proper princess who'd do you and your nation good while I was away. I didn’t want you to waste your love and time on someone like me.

Yunho's guess had been correct after all. Yumi looked away as she said

Yumi : and now that has failed, and I have failed, and everything is ruined.

Yunho : yumi-

Yumi : god, I never should've come back here. I never…I never should've resisted-

Yunho shook his head as he held yumi's cheeks, her teary eyes looking at him as yunho whispered

Yunho : don’t say that. And no, nothing is ruined. I can help you, I can help you if you allow me to, yumi.

Yumi : how?

Yunho : what have you told the maids? What have you told them you are?

Yumi : han…han yuri.

Yunho : then you can say that to everyone else as well, we can lie. And I can fabricate evidences, people would still accept you as their queen even if you aren’t from royal lineage. I'll make sure of that.

Yumi : yunho.

Yunho : we can be together, yumi. Just like we imagined.

He couldn't be serious about this, not after everything she told him. Yumi shook her head, standing up as she said

Yumi : I cannot be queen.

Yunho : but why?

Yumi : because I couldn't even protect my crew, yunho! You think someone like me would be capable of leading an entire nation?

Yunho : yumi, this isn't the same.

Yumi : how is it not the same, hmm? I can still mess up, I can still ruin everything because of how stupid I am-

Yunho : because we're doing this together, yumi!

Yumi paused as yunho stood up walking closer towards her before holding her hands as he said

Yunho : you and I, we're in this together. If you fail, I will win for you. And if I fail, then I trust you to win for me. That is how this is going to work, and it is not the same as you will never be alone through this.

Yumi : yunho, I can't-

Yumi cut herself off as she looked away, tears streaming down her eyes as she whispered

Yumi : I…I'm not good enough. This is…it's all too sudden and I-

Yumi cut herself off as she sobbed, yunho shaking his head as he held her face before whispering

Yunho : shh, we don’t have to go fast, okay? You can take all the time that you need, and until the moment you decide that you are ready to be my queen, you have my protection.

Yumi looked up as yunho connected their foreheads together before whispering

Yunho : I have faith in you, my love. I know you, I know the woman I love and I know for a fact that she would make an amazing queen. And if not a queen, then be my wife. Be with me, that is all that I want from you in this life.

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2 days later :

Minister : so, kim yumi is dead then?

Yunho nodded, leaning back against his chair as he said

Yunho : yes, she is dead.

Minister : but my lord, the word is that you did not let the execution happen. They said you picked the woman up in your own arms and brought her to your chambers?

Yunho : that was because that lady wasn't kim yumi.

Minister : I beg your pardon?

Yunho : the lady that our soldiers brought in, it was not kim yumi. It was han yuri, the daughter of a noble who had run away from court decades ago. She had lost her way from the countryside and had stumbled upon yumi's ship harbored against the land. Our men took her, thinking she was kim yumi but the day she was to be executed, I visited the ship again. And kim yumi's body laid dead in her room on the ship, she had suicided.

The ministers around looked shocked, and yunho was glad they did. Because that meant they were believing his lies.

Yunho : you see, she had lost her crew a while ago, to some villagers who hanged the crew themselves out of rage. And that had caused yumi too much pain, to the point where she decided death was easier. And now the ship has been drowned, and the sea has taken her away to where she belongs.

Minister : we did not know that, sire.

Yunho : and that is why I called upon a meeting, in order to convey the message. Kim yumi is dead, ministers, and she is certainly not in my chambers. I wouldn’t dare enter a national criminal to my bedroom.

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Yumi looked up as she heard a knock on the door, waiting for either yunho or the maids to enter. But instead mingi did, his eyes looking around the room before finally landing on yumi as she stood up with widened eyes. She hadn’t asked yunho to bring mingi to her, afraid that he probably didn’t want to see her ever again. But now he had come, all by himself.

Yumi : mingi?

Mingi smiled softly as he whispered

Mingi : captain.

Yumi let out a shaky breath, running up to mingi before almost crashing into him with a hug. Mingi wrapped his arm around yumi as he said

Mingi : I missed you.

And that itself brought tears to yumi's eyes. She had wronged him, and he still missed her? Yumi buried her head into mingi's shoulder as she whispered

Yumi : did…did yunho tell you?

Mingi : he did, today.

Yumi pressed her lips together as she pulled back, not daring to look at mingi's eyes as she said

Yumi : I know I failed you, mingi. When you left, I promised to protect our friends, I promised to let you be with them after all this and I…I have failed.

Mingi : captain-

Yumi : you need to know that they missed you. Every, single day, all of them missed you, mingi. They wished you were with us, because if you had been there mina…she would've never died. You could've protected them. You wouldn’t have failed them as I did.

Mingi : this isn’t your fault, captain.

Yumi : don’t call me that any longer, I have no right to that title.

Mingi shook his head as he said

Mingi : you have every right, and you have earned it. Okay, fine, maybe you made a mistake. But have you forgotten the countless times you saved all our lives, captain? Have you forgotten how you were the one who had recruited us when we had nothing and gave us so much glory and happiness? The world knows us, may it be for good or bad, and you have still managed to protect us for so many years. Does this one incident take it all away?

Yumi : mingi.

Mingi : you have put your life at risk to save ours, and all mina did was repay that. She has done what any one of us would've done for you, just as you have done for us. This was her duty, just as being captain was yours. I miss the others, I will always miss them, but this life of ours was never to last, captain. And they have done nothing but a great mistake to blame you for mina's death and leave you for it. Their mistakes caused their death, not yours. Never yours.

Yumi looked at mingi as tears glistened on her cheeks, mingi's own teary eyes staring back at her as she asked

Yumi : you really mean that?

Mingi : I know that, captain.

Yumi let out a breath, hugging mingi once again as tears of relief slid down her cheeks. Hearing all that from someone who lived through her life as a captain seemed to make it better for yumi, at least a little bit.

Mingi : we will carry their love with us until we die, captain. For you, mina died. And now for her, you must live. You must be happy, or else her death would've been for nothing.

Yumi : thank you, mingi, for everything.

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A day later :

Queen : are you going to keep her in there forever, yunho?

Yunho : eomma, please.

Queen : no, you have lied to the entire nation and made them believe all your lies out of the love and respect they have for you, son. You have taken advantage of them and it has worked. But as long as she lives here, it can always backfire. Send her away.

Yunho : do you think I did all this so I could send her away, eomma?

Queen : well you can’t keep her in your chambers when you're both unmarried, yunho! You may be prince but there is still a damned limit. And this is crossing it, what are the people going to think?

Yunho : aren’t princes allowed to have ladies in their rooms anyway?

The queen groaned, looking away as she said

Queen : you are, so stubborn!

Yunho : eomma, what part of I love that lady in there do you not seem to understand?

Queen : and what part of you are a future king do you not understand? Either marry her, or-

The queen cut herself off as the door to yunho's study opened, revealing yumi who seemed to have overheard everything. The queen sighed as yunho stood up, quickly walking towards yumi as he asked

Yunho : what's wrong, are you hurt?

Yumi : no I…I just wanted to see you.

The queen rolled her eyes, walking towards the door where yumi was standing as she said

Queen : I have no words for the both of you, ruin this kingdom once again for all I care.

The queen was about to walk out when yumi said

Yumi : your majesty, I know I have been a nuisance for you.

Yunho : yumi-

The queen cut yunho off with a snort as she turned to face yumi and said

Queen : nuisance? You have been more than just that, miss kim. You have been a threat to our national security for years now-

Yumi : I am no longer that, your majesty. You have sunk my ship, my crew is dead, I have no one and nowhere else to go. I am all but this now.

Queen : and? What about my son, what do you plan to do with him?

Yunho : eomma, please stop.

Queen : no, I want to know. Do you want to be queen now, so you can exploit our land further?

Yumi : even if I do ever become queen it will not be to exploit your lands, it will be so that I can be with your son, as I love him.

The queen stared at yumi as she said

Yumi : I have loved your son since the moment I saw him, your majesty, and I want nothing more than to be with him. And I can understand that my past and who I once was, it could cause you worry but…I would never do anything that would hurt your son, I promise you that.

Queen : and I just trust you like that?

Yumi : no. no, you don’t just trust me like that. I will earn it, maybe not now but within due time, I will work to earn your trust.

The queen seemed satisfied with that answer, at least for now. Yumi's eyes held determination, and love for her son. And queen or not, all mothers wanted their children to be happy. And if kim yumi made her son a happy man, then damn it if she was a pirate.

And so the queen nodded, giving yunho one last look before stepping out of yunho's study and closing the door behind her.

Yunho : I didn't think you'd do that for me.

Yumi turned back to face yunho, a small smile on her face as she said

Yumi : you've done so much for me, how could I not at least try and fight for you? For us?

Yunho : us. I like that term, is it new?

Yumi smiled as yunho wrapped his arms around her waist, yumi resting her hand against yunho's chest as she said

Yumi : I talked to mingi, yesterday.

Yunho : you did?

Yumi : mhmm, he uhm…he told me things that made me think that maybe, maybe I should start moving on. Or at least try to.

Yunho : that's a good thing, yumi.

Yumi nodded, looking up at yunho as she said

Yumi : but I will need time, time to accept my past and my mistakes, and move on. Time to start anew, with you, together.

Yunho smiled, leaning forward and kissing yumi's forehead before whispering

Yunho : you have made the decision, that is all that is important right now. Time, we have all of that in the world.

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pigeonwhumps · 2 years ago

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Secrets revealed

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Febuwhump day 6: secrets revealed

Rhian and Blue have an argument, and Morgan overhears.

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CWs: dehumanisation, self-dehumanisation, fear/expectation of death, mentioned child abuse

Blue's sipping his coffee when Rhian enters the kitchen.

"Hi."

"Good morning. How's… Morgan doing?"

Rhian pops a couple of slices of bread in the toaster and leans back against the counter. Blue sounds incredibly awkward, but at least he's trying. "Not too bad. I'm taking them out to see the sky later."

Blue nods. "I won't stop you from taking it out if Asim permits it, but be careful. It's still dangerous."

"They," says Rhian sharply. "They, not it, until they can decide for themself what they want to use. And they're not dangerous, not to me."

"They held a knife to your throat. They're still a weapon, Rhian. They've hurt people."

"Not by choice. You're a hypocrite, you know that? You worked in that government-funded lab for years, you created so much technology for them. The trackers that can locate us to our very building, the implant restraints that the Ministry of Justice puts in all of their prisoners. Hell, you helped invent so much of the stuff that hurt me and so many others, and I know you left for a reason, I respect you for blowing up the lab when you did, but damn, Blue. You can't call Morgan dangerous when the harm your technology did is incalculable. At least Morgan had to be brainwashed first."

Blue sets his cup down a little too hard, rocking back on his heels. "I've tried to make up for it. Are you really still so angry? I get it if you hate me, I–"

"No. I didn't mean to be so harsh, that wasn't what I meant. God, you were brainwashed too, or close to it. I just… I managed to trust you. Can you at least give Morgan a chance?"

Rhian regrets their earlier outburst as Blue swallows visibly. They know he's trying his best, but sometimes it's still hard.

"You're sure they're not a government agent?"

"If they were a government agent they'd have left their room before now. We're only going as far as the flat part of the roof anyway, you can keep an eye on us if you like."

"Why the roof?" asks Blue, mostly out of curiosity now, Rhian thinks.

"I asked why they ran, and they said they wanted to see the sky again before they were decommissioned. So I'm going to show it to them."

Blue nods, both of them pretending not to notice the way Rhian's voice cracks halfway through the first sentence. "If you truly believe they don't mean any harm, I trust your judgement. That doesn't mean I trust them, but… I guess they haven't hurt you yet."

"Thank you. I really don't hate you, you know? You're a bit annoying sometimes, but you're family. You built my arm. Don't want you thinking I hate you." God, Rhian would never want that. Blue nods. "Good. Good."

Blue leaves the room as Rhian smothers Morgan's stone-cold toast in jam, just butter for themself. He's probably going to set up his space in the loft.

As much as Blue's dismissal of Morgan as dangerous bites at Rhian, she knows where it comes from. This is the first real home he's had in a long time, and he knows better than most what the government's capable of when they put their mind to it. She doesn't like it but she understands.

Morgan's door is slightly open when Rhian makes it upstairs, and she nudges it with her foot. Morgan's sitting hunched on the bed, Archimedes in their arms, tears streaming down their face. She hurries over.

"Morgan? Hey sweetheart, what's wrong?" They weren't like this when she left, or she wouldn't have. What can have happened in that…

Oh.

Oh, of course.

"Did you overhear us?" they ask gently, and Morgan nods. "Oh, sweetheart."

"I, it, it, this weapon is sorry. It did not mean to hear."

"Shh, it's okay. We weren't exactly making much of an effort to stay quiet. You did nothing wrong. Will you take the plates?"

Morgan lifts the small stack off her hand. "This weapon didn't mean to cause conflict. It doesn't need to go outside. It is still dangerous, it is a weapon, it doesn't need any indulgences."

"Sweetheart, seeing the sky isn't much of an indulgence. It's nice on the roof. But that's not it, is it, what's making you cry?"

Morgan swallows visibly and shrinks into themself, assuming the straight-backed, neutral position that's their default around Asim, and presumably Blue if he ever meets them properly. Anyone who's not her or Asha. It hurts Rhian's heart to see, and she sits down next to them, squeezing their hand.

"Did Blue really work for the government? Is he going to return or decommission this weapon? This weapon doesn't wish to be ungrateful, it just– it– I–"

They cut off, eyes welling with tears.

"In a way he did, yes. His lab was funded by them. But it wasn't exactly his fault. When he was twelve, he was flagged as a genius on a standardised test and taken away to a special school, run by the government. I don't know how much you know about them, but from what I can gather the teaching – training, really, indoctrinating – was harsh. He hasn't seen his family since he was twelve. He also, as you just heard, did manage to leave and blew his whole lab up with him. He won't hurt you, Morgan, I promise. He's protective of us, but that doesn't mean he'll hurt you. And he certainly won't hand you over to the government. Okay?" Morgan nods. "The toast is already stone-cold I'm afraid, so shall we take it outside with us?"

Morgan gives a ghost of a smile and stands, helping Rhian move the bed away from the window. She opens it as wide as it'll go and steps out onto the roof of the extension.

"Pass me the blanket and come on out here."

Morgan obeys, looking around with something approximating wonder on their face. Rhian spreads the blanket with Morgan's help and tugs them down to sit against the wall with her.

"How long am I allowed to stay out here, Rhian?"

"As long as you like. And this isn't a one-time only offer, either, you can come out whenever you like." Morgan seems to relax at that, and Rhian squeezes their shoulders. "Oh, sweetheart. We're not going to keep you imprisoned inside all the time. You're not a prisoner."

"This weapon isn't going to be decommissioned?" Morgan whispers, eyes on the skyline, rubbing circles into one of Archimedes' rougher patches, and Rhian's heart lurches.

"No, of course not, what makes you think– oh."

Oh, of course.

"Although this weapon does not have wishes, it wished to see the sky before it was decommissioned. It is sorry for wanting things it doesn't need."

Rhian feels a pang in their chest. Such a simple wish, and yet they're so conditioned that they're scared to want even that.

"I'll take you outside. Today, in fact." Morgan's stomach rumbles loudly. "Just let me fetch you some food first."

It wasn't just Blue making them cry, and Rhian's not sure how they didn't notice just how tense Morgan is, even more so than usual when they're alone together.

"No, sweetheart. I'm sorry, I never meant to make you think that we'd kill you. You being outside now has no correlation with your death. I promise."

"You promise?" they whisper, clapping a hand to their mouth in horror afterwards.

"I promise. We're never going to hurt you. You're not being decommissioned, and you won't be… corrected for speaking. Let me give you a hug?"

Morgan nods, tucking themself into Rhian's side. They're so small and traumatised. There's fuzz growing on top of their head, and Rhian wonders if they'll let her dye it green once it's longer. Then she inexplicably feels guilty for thinking that.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"This weapon shouldn't have leaked. It was an aberration. Weapons that are no longer useful should be decommissioned, it knows that. You do not need to apologise to a weapon, it is sorry."

"Hey. Your usefulness doesn't determine your value, yeah? And we'll never get rid of you." She strokes the top of their head. "What do you think of the sky then?"

Morgan tilts their head back further, staring upwards into the scudding grey clouds.

"It's beautiful."

#self dehumanisation #dehumanisation #briefly #whump #whump writing #md 264n #morgan the weapon #rhian the fighter #blue the engineer #blues trying his best #he has a lot of trauma to unpack #argh this one took forever

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penneferofvenerburg · 2 years ago

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Alone

Tag list: henrycavilledits @elizabetharegina @hertzwritings @littlefreya @henrycavillfan @penneferofvenerburg @evansabove1981 @writersblog20 @resowrites etc:)

Title: Alone

Warnings: Feeling abandonment, past trauma of bullying, crying Reader being disabled.

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You were sat in your apartment wondering why on earth you're new friend Actor Henry Cavill Superman himself became you're friends after you became a newest writer on Enola Holmes 2 and soon you were talking g books and all things fantasy, he credited you saying that " You are very intelligent and very funny"! There was a great secret that you had harboured for years even before meeting Henry, before they'd even talked, Henry did everything in between him and spending time with you beit on the phone or messaging each other. Despite you're friendship you still felt insecurity, even when you went out on a night out it caused you to have little anxiety out and about, suddenly you got a message from Henry.

Hey Y/n, its Henners! I've been so worried about you I'm sorry that I haven't been able to reply I've been busy with work. H x

Your heart skipped in chest as pressed on the message box and repiled back ....

Henners thank god I'm sorry to have ask this after you've worked so hard but can you come here I'm scared and i can't shake it out off me. Y/n x

Within s second Henry was typing back .....

Yes of course I can darling! Do you want me to bring you anything? Y/n x

You messages him back ......

no just yourself .... I could not do without you. Y/n x

Henry was there at your door in minutes you felt tears burning in the back if your eyes as you walked to your front door opening it, Henry saw you flopping on the floor, in tears streaming down your face. " oh my God sweetheart! Come here ..... I'm here now shh shh"! Henry whispered into your hair. " Sweetheart tell me what's wrong"? , Henry questioned you looked tired and worn out , " I don't know ... its just I get get the feeling of loneliness out of me"! You sobbed, Henry held you tighter to him, " Darling! Look at me! You're not alone I'm here...... I'm not leaving you "! , " now you go and sit down and I'll go and run you a nice bath hmm"! Henry offers, you smiled up at him, " Thankyou for doing this Henners"! You reply with a weak smile and a hiccup from the hard sobs that had wracked though your body. " Angel that's what I'm here for I'll call you when your bath is ready"! Henry told you as he kissed your forehead and lead you to your own setee.

Your sobs stopped and you went into tour bedroom to get the things ready for your bath. You heard the tap on in the bathroom you didn't go in you just obidently did as Henry had told you were wracking your brains as to what to do after the bath, he knew just by looking at you that youd lost sleep over it. He also knew that you somehow had forgotten eat. Henry came out of the bathroom his hands wet from the bath after he dried them on the towel. " You're baths ready princess.... Shout me if you need me okay"! You smiled you thought about thanking him again.

You walked into the bathroom the tub was full to the brim with water and hot soapy bubbles it had the scent of the Nivea scented bubble bath you brought a while go. You stood there still clothed just staring the bath water, when Henry re entered he saw you standing there staring at the bath, " Princess what's wrong"? Henry asked concerned for you, shook off the trance like feeling, " its nothing it's just my head went into it's own world then"! You replied, Henry stalked toward you kissing the side of your head he whispered gently, " Come on Sweetpea let's get these clothes then sooner you get in the sooner you can relax hmm .... Lift your arms"! He instructed you did as he told you, he stripped you down one by one, your cheeks flushed from enbrassement. " I've seen it all before Sweetling don't worry ... Go on get it, he held your hand as you stepped into the bathtub, it slashed about as you sat and settled back into it.

It wasn't long before Henry joined you in your bathtub, it was huge it was just about made for two people. He stood in front of you turning round sos you couldn't see him strip he climbed in behind you with his knees up to his chest spread so you could fit between them. " are you okay Sweetness"? Henry asked, you nodded in answer to his question. " Darling you're beautiful"! Henry told you seeing the shampoo and conditioner on the side he whispered " Scoot up abit sweet girl I'm going wash your hair"! You obeyed him it was so easy to obey him, you scouted foward he carefully poured the water over your head, with his hand in front of your eyes. He squeezed abit of shampoo into his hand and massaged it into your scalp gently it felt as if his fingers were barely at all, " Put your head back abit bunbun"! He softly instructed you, allowing the water to drip off the back of you, he did the same thing with conditioner, only this time once he'd moved your long hair to the other side if you each time he kissed you on the spot of your neck.

It was the bullying at School you remembered and the stress of writing your first novel it all got abit too much Henry had managed to make it disappear.

Once the conditioner was in your hair, he left it five minutes then grabbed the jug and replaced over your eyes washing the conditioner out of your hair. " Thankyou Henry for washing my hair"! You smiled, he smiled back at you replying " Sweetness theres no need to thank me I'd do it anyway"! It was kind of hard not to deny him the right to wash your hair you did the last little bit yourself Henry got out first wrapping a towel round his middle leaving his chest bare, not bothering to put a t shirt on, turning round he held out his hand and helped to stand in the bath with the water round your feet, he watched carefully as you stepped out of the bath onto the towel on the floor, Henry began to try you off with a warm towel from the rack behind him.

He gently took your hand and led you into your bedroom where you said on the edge of your bed while Henry sat behind you loving ly towel drying your hair for you. He kissed the back of your head still damp from the shower he smelt the scent of your hair guzzling it. " Eh you cheeky"! You giggled, he giggled back at you. Seeing the paddle brush you passed it to him and he begun to brush your long hair for you. A few minutes later Hair dried and plated you and Henry snuggled up to watch Love Rosie on the DVD player.

It was 9.30pm when you'd finally fell asleep snuggled up to Henry with your head on his chest, kissing your head he whispered " Come my darling time for bed"! He got off your setee leaving you there your sleeping form facing him he lifted you into his arms as if you hardly a thing and carried you into bed. He undressed you untying the robe he hooked over the back of the chair putting you in the bed he climbed in next to you.

He hovered over you as he gently placed a kiss on your forehead again whispering " Goodnight Princess Sweet dreams"!. You smiled into your sleep, when saw you smiling he chuckled, you turned over into his furry chest unconsciously kissing it yet another chuckle escaping him.

With his arms safely and protectively round you Henry quickly followed Suite and fell into sleep with soft London moonlight lighting your faces in the darkness of your room.

The end

#henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #cerebral palsy

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