#shoulder presss

[fitnessmantram]

Full Week Workout With Dumbbells || Dumbbells Full Week Out Plan || #du...

Dumbbell Workout Plan

Day 1: Chest and Triceps

Day 2: Back and Biceps

Day 3: Legs and Shoulders

Day 4: Dumbbell Lower Body Workout

Day 5: Rest

Day 6: Dumbbell Full-Body Workout

Day 7: Rest

Bench press

Incline dumbbell press

Dumbbell flyes

Triceps pushdowns

Overhead triceps extensions

Pull-ups

Barbell rows

Seated cable rows

Bicep curls

Hammer curls

Squats

Leg press

Leg extensions

Hamstring curls

Military press

Lateral raises

Dumbbell stiff-leg deadlifts

Dumbbell rear lunges

Dumbbell hip thrusts

Dumbbell split squats

Seated dumbbell calf raises

Dumbbell bench press

Dumbbell rows

Dumbbell squats

Dumbbell shoulder press

Dumbbell bicep curls

Dumbbell tricep extensions

[etherealyoungk]

soft thoughts about Seungkwan would be like you both going to nearby court to play basketball and him scoring the first 2 points but letting you off easy for the rest of the game. Because he loves it when you 'boo' at him, doing tiny victory dances and while you're busy celebrating you miss the lovesick gaze he directs at you throughout.

Bonus : he suddenly pulls you interrupting your dance just to kiss you softly murmuring a 'you win the game, I won in life.'

Sorry if it's too long!

hii! this is so adorable omg

just imagine going to the basketball court nearby when it's late into the night because you were bored and wanted some fresh air. the game starts off as something silly, just a light hearted game, with neither of you taking it too seriously. but as seungkwan keeps scoring you keep missing, you start to get competitive.

seungkwan decides to give you a break, letting you off easy for the rest of the game when he sees you start to get competitive. with a teasing smile, he makes sure you have a chance to catch up. after a series of determined shots, you finally scored two points, taking the lead. you couldn't contain your excitement. “yes!” you shout, jumping up and down in victory. “i’m winning!” you say with a smile.

with a mischievous grin, you playfully booed seungkwan, your laughter filling the night air. meanwhile, seungkwan is just looking at you with the fondest, lovesick gaze as he smiles, his eyes shining with affection as he looks at you. for the rest of the game he doesn't even bother to score, settling to see you smile and be happy that you're winning and he's losing. the sight of your beaming face and the sound of your sweet laughter made him feel like he had already won in his own special way.

when you finally score the last winning point, you're running around seungkwan like you were taking a victory lap. suddenly, seungkwan reaches out, catching you in a gentle embrace. his hands rest on your waist, pulling you close and halting your celebration mid-run. you were caught off guard, but the closeness felt comforting. your arms naturally drape over his shoulders as you try to catch your breath.

“you might have won the game,” seungkwan murmurs softly, “but i won at life.”

before you can fully process his words, he leans in and presss his lips to yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. the world seemed to pause for a moment, and all that existed was the warmth of his lips and the gentle thud of your heart. when he pulls away, you rest your forehead against his, both of you smiling.

[changisworld]

For changbin: you decide to start your fitness journey and call your experienced boyfriend to help you training, but apparently he has other plans (i was totally inspired by the skz yoga class, that man fixing hyunjin's position got me to places lol)

OMG what a good ask for me to respond to for my FIRST EVER BINNIE FIC!! I hope you enjoy <3

Word count:2.319

Obvious MDNI,18+ smut warnings under the cut

Any reblogs & comments are deeply appreciated!

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

PSA FOR ANY ASKS/REQUESTS: i WILL get around to posting everyone's requests, I'm sorry if it takes a bit of time but whatever you request i'll get around to posting it! IM ALSO MAKING AN ANON LIST!! just send me anything & tell me what emoji you wanna be!

main masterlist here

SMUT WARNINGS; slightly jealous binnie, coke can cock binnie, confident reader, pet names such as pretty,jagi, baby, public sex, creampie, quickie, slight teasing

You have finally decided to join the gym after saying it was your new years revolution for thee longest time & who better to help with your journey than your long term boyfriend, Changbin!

You put on a pair of sport leggings & a matching sports bra & you put Changbins shirt over it. You admire how you look in the mirror, trying to make sure you look as good as you can without looking like you're putting in effort & then you put on the gym shoes Changbin bought for you to encourage you to go to the gym & you then decide to walk to the gym & meet Changbin there. Since its 1am on a tuesday it's a safe & quick 15 minute walk to the gym.

You walk into the changing room & lock your bag off & you take off the baggy shirt you're wearing & shut the locker, putting the key around your wrist.

You step into the gym & unsurprisingly it's completely empty, other for a random guy & of course, Changbin himself.

You walk over to Changbin who is currently on his phone & taking a drink, of course sitting on the edge of the bench presss.

"Hey Binnie!" you say, waving your hand in front of his phone to get his attention over his music playing in his headphones. "Oh hey y/n! when did you get that set? you look so good" he says smirking at you as you giggle & roll your eyes as he stands up & gives you a quick hug. "I'm happy you're here jagi, trust me you'll loooove the gym once i teach you!" He says, nothing but enthusiasm in his voice. "Yeah well i better hope so seeing since i want to look a bit better & fit for summer" you say, looking at the huge mirror that stretches from one end of the gym all the way to the other. "Your body is already perfect y/n, the gym can just be a healthy hobby for you! Anyways, lets start with some stretches." He says, taking a hold of your wrist & guides you over to the matted open area.

"Okay so to start off, lets sit on the ground & put your legs straight out in front of you & set your hands out as far as you can." Changbin says, already getting into position. You copy him & you do what he asks as he gets up & pushes your back slightly to get that extra stretch. You hold it for 30 seconds before he helps you stand back up.

"Do i really need to stretch? my back is still pretty stretched out along with my legs from when you had my feet up past my head earlier when you had folded me in half, probably not the only thing that's still a bit stetched still hm?" you flirt with him, he playfully hits your shoulder. "yaaah! not.. here, i won't be able to handle it" he whispers back, trailing his fingers along your stomach as he kisses the sweet spot behind you ears. You let out a small hum then pull away. "I was being serious! but fine, what should i do now?" You ask, putting your arms above your head & just stretching normally, scrunching your eyes together, Changbin licks his lips subconsciously. "ehhh, lets have you just simply touch your toes hm? try hold it." he says, coming up behind you to help you with keeping you as folded as possible but as he is doing this, his covered cock is now against your ass & your cheeks blush.

You hold it, quite liking the burn in the back of your legs but liking the feeling of binnie pressed against your ass more. You let out a small huff & a second later you're pulled up abruptly by Changbins calloused hands around your waist. "You said 30 seconds didn't you?" you ask, slightly confused. "yeah but that guy over there kept staring at you & i didn't appreciate it." He says, glancing over at the guy who was in the gym when you arrived is now slightly closer, 'on his phone'. "ooo my jealous baby" you smile at him, kissing his cheek & scratching under his chin like a catplayfully. "anyways, let's just go on the treadmill or something for now hm?" you ask, holding his hand in your & nods, still got a bit of a frown on his face.

~TIME SKIP~

It's been an hour & you & changbin have been on multiple areas, he helped you get used to a lot of leg strength machines just to show you how they worked but mainly helped you train arms. The other guy has since now left & its just you two left in the gym. "Okay so to finish up, why not we do some squats hm? it helps arms & obviously your glutes too. I'll help your form so don't worry jagi." He says, picking up two 20lb weights & giving them to you. You sigh loudly as you take them & Changbin helps you get into position. You squat down, looking into the same mirror as earlier & hold it, changbin holding your hips. "your ass looks good like this, i could get used to helping you" he says, giving it a playful slap. You wince at the slap & drop the weights before standing up right. "stop the teasing binnie! I need to take this seriously if i want results." you giggle back before grabbing his hands & putting them back on your waist as you pick up the weights again & continuing.

"y/n you need to put your legs slightly further apart." He says & you try to slightly split them, still in your position. "wait, a little bit less jagi, wait i'ma try something" He says & before you get to respond, you see changbin lying down & starting to slide underneath your legs. "They should be as far apart as how wide the bottom of my ribs are, mkay? I know you know that much so try think about it that way." You giggle as you look down & see his cute, pretty smile & face looking up at you. You nod as you breathe through your mouth & he starts so slide back out from underneath you but he notices something... a small wet spot right where your crotch is. "jagi, drop the weights for a second." You don't need to think twice since your arms are burning along with your legs at this point, dropping them to the sides.

You stand up as changbin finishes sliding out from under you & is behind you again & he wraps his huge arms around your chest & waist as he kisses your neck back. He nibbles your earlobe & whispers; "meet me in the changing rooms in a minute, cameras are watching us & they might come find us if we leave at the same time" He kisses your cheek before leaving, leaving you excited & also confused.

You put the weights away & try look busy for a few minutes before you head into the boys changing rooms & you are immediately ambushed by changbins lips. You moan into it with surprise before he leans you against the wall, large hand resting on it right next to your head as he has the other hand loosely wrapped around your neck. "Wheres this suddenly came from hm? Couldn't wait until we got home, no?" You tease, your own hand coming own to play with his sweatpants drawstrings. " suddenly? Hope you know you have a literal wet patch on your leggings baby, you sure you weren't just waiting for me to do this hm?" he teases back, fingers from your neck trailing under your sports bra to begin pinching your nipples, you whine in response. "Well how can you expect me to not be wet when your hands were basically touching me more than my own clothes hmm? grinding against me?" You say, pawing his joggers & boxers down just enough to free his cock.

You kiss his lips again before slouching down to your knees & taking a hold of his thick dick in your hand, fingers just barely wrapping fully around it. You begin kitten licking the tip & along the sides, paying extra attention to the sweet spot right under the bottom of his tip, he lets out a low groan in response. "Jagi please, don't tease.. Can i just put it in you? i'm desperate baby" he whines, thrusting his dick in your hands, tip hitting your tongue & lips. "I would say no & suck your soul out but my jaw is still sore from earlier when you fucked my face." you smirk up at hiss blushed cheeks & damp sweaty hair as you stand up & he helps pull your leggings just below your ass as your face is pressed against the wall.

"your ass is so perfect gorgeous, to die for." changbin hums, giving it a light smack & caress. "you sure you can take it baby hm? want me to open you with my tongue or something first? you know i'm big." He asks in a sweet tone as his fingers are spreading your folds, teasing you further. You whine & squirm at the contact as he plays with your pussy open, trying to get more contact. "I can take it Bin' i should be able to since you fucked me so good earlier, please put it in" you whine, moving your head so you can make eye contact with him. He nods as he grabs his cock again & pumps it twice before lining it up at your entrance & then pushes just the tip in, you let out a breathy gasp.

"H-holy fuck.. s-so big oh my" you whimper out, feeling his heavy tip splitting you open.

"Told you baby, i'm gonna push in more now mkay?" he asks as he leans & kisses your shoulder as he starts paving his way into your velvet walls, him holding his breath subconsciously as you let out a long whine at the feeling, eyes scrunched together as you finally feel his balls hit the bottom of your cunt.

"so wet for me baby, letting me into you like this, so good for me hunny, can i move now hmm?" he asks in a higher pitched voice, stroking your hair as he does so. "yes.. j-just move.. p-please Binnie please" you reply, fingers trying to dig into the walls with how much you're trying to grip the walls. He hums before letting go of your hair & starts a slow but strong stroke movement. You start letting out raspy whines as you hear skin clapping around the room as his cock quite literally splits you in half.

"F-f-uck Bi-binnie already gon' cum, holy shi" you moan, clenching around his cock unintentionally. Changbin lets out a satisfied whine as his hand slithers down to start rubbing your clit which makes you start squirming even more, moans getting louder. Changbin smacks your pussy lightly "Shhh we need to be quiet baby mkay? we are in a gym remember." he whispers in your ears as your eyes roll to the back of your head, being reduced to a melted pile against the wall he's fucking you into.

His hand resumes its movement on your clit as you cum around his dick, walls not being able to clench too much due to the genuine thickness of his cock in you. "good girl, cumming around me like this, so hot for me." He gives you a moment rest from the abuse on your clit before he starts resuming his movements, making you thrash but it's no use as he wraps his hand in your hair as he lifts you so you're now positioned back to chest as his thick, muscly arm wraps around your waist & stomach as he continues pounding your now red & swollen cunt.

His hips start to stutter & you know he's close but you're in too much of your own world to propely mention it. "Bin' s-so f-ffull.. fuck" you say but comes out as a raspy whisper at this point due to the amount of moaning you've been letting through your lips, your voice is now starting to leave. "awk yeah? so full in you hm? why not you have a better feel?" he asks as he grabs you hand & presses it into your own lower tummy & you let out an even bigger groan at feeling his dick quite literally fucking into you.

You throw your head back into his shoulder as you feel it, moving the angle of your head just enough so you can reach changbins lips & you kiss him full of tongue as you feel his hot release painting your walls as his hips stutter. His eyebrows furrow as he lets out a high pitched groan into your lips, hair stuck to his face.

You break the kiss to let you both catch your breath back. " that's definitely in one of the top 3 best quickies we've ever had & definitely the hotttest, i love you pretty pretty." he says to you in deep breaths, smiling at you as you lean your arms against the wall again. You go to reply when someone knocks on the changing room door... it is an employee. You both shoot a glance at eachother with wide eyes, trying not to laugh, You mouth the words 'I love you too & i agree' & you go to hide in one of the cubicles as changbin quickly pulls his sweatpants back up before unlocking the changing room door. "uh yeah? anything wrong?" he asks through the door, voice tinged with embarrassment.

[scarasimping]

me forcing you all to listen to my silly little pirate scaramouche thoughts because he's the only thing on my brain right now

pirate!scara absolutely would hold you from behind on the bow of his ship (like in titanic but you don't have your arms out). he would be right behind you, arms wrapped around tightly around your waist as he pressses his entire body against yours, occasionally kissing the back of your neck or shoulders and admiring the way the light from the sun/moon hits your face.

pirate!scara and you falling asleep in his captain's cabin, you laying on his chest while he rubs your back soothingly. The rocking of the waves lulling you into a calm sleep.

pirate!scara glaring at any of his crew members who try to tease you or him. the member's of the crew this happens to most is probably his first mate, Kazuha, or their cartographer, Venti. Two little shits giggling with each other as their usually cold-hearted captain is staring at you with a lovestruck look while you're helping around the ship.

[armoricaroyalty]

𝔓𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔖𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℌ𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔰 [1/4]

Everard III had a problem. Four decades of marriage to Lady Yvette Holland had produced only a single child, a girl, whom the couple had named Thérèse. Under Armorican law, the Princess could not accede to the throne, leaving the succession up to chance. If he were to die, the crown could pass either to Thérèse's young son, Prince Andre, or to the children of Everard's detested younger brother, Prince Henri. Knowing that Parliament would likely favor his estranged brother's sons over the teenaged Andre, Everard found a legislative solution. With the passage of the Inheritance Act of 1976, Thérèse became Armorica's first Crown Princess, securing the succession. In this triumphant 1978 portrait, Everard III gazes confidently at the viewer, hands placed firmly on the shoulders of his chosen heirs...the portrait embodies the greatest contradiction of his reign: faced with the possibility of a forced reconciliation with his brother, he cast aside a century of legal precedent and his own chauvinistic worldview to affirm the rights of his daughter, "a mere woman." Arthur Farrier. "The Succession in Oils: A Century of Royal Armorican Portraiture." In Overview of Meritrean Portraiture, 1900 - 2050, edited by H. L. Orville, 159 - 197. Allard University Presss, 2061.

[cowboybeanbowll]

mdni!

-------------------------------------------- authors note: this is the first time im posting my writing and i hope you enjoy it even if it is pretty short<3`

--------------------------------------------- thinking about how good joel would feel while on top. he'd be heavy and his stomach would feel soft as he lowered himself onto you, and he'd be so so warm. the full weight of him presssing against you, as he'd make room for himself between your parted legs. your hands would find their place wrapped around his broad shoulders, feeling the way his muscles flexed underneath your fingertips-and his voice is sweet like honey when he leans down to murmur "just lay back for me honey, alright? gonna take care of you" and you do, laying completely back onto the bed, already out of breath at the sight of him on top of you

[exturk]

Describe my muse in one sentence. | accepting.

@lastflowerpetal asked: How would Aerith describe Cissnei in one sentence?

"Somebody who ...is shouldering a lot of guilt. But. She shouldn't have to. 'He' wouldn't have wanted her to feel that way." Lips reveal a knowing smile, only to have her finger presss up against them.

Her   gaze   lowers   to   the   ground   beneath   her   feet.        Ouch    ....        she   wasn't   ready   for   that.        Clearly   Aerith   knew   who   Cissnei    was   ....waiting   for.         

........Perhaps,   if   she   had   made   it   in   time   .....       he   and   the   cetra    ....would've   been   married   by   now.    

....They   both   deserved   that   happiness.            

"........Thank...   you"     

but   she   doesn't   want   to   play   this   game   anymore   .....

[new-berry]

@thatbrightblueshine before there was a Sheffield threesome there was the morning after Milan.

Kieran / Fabian and a shower. All fiction all made up etc

Kieran is all kinds of good things to Fabian. Good friend, good captain, good defensive partner. His cheerfulness and ability to just get up and start talking in the morning is not one of them.

Fabian is better at daytime, much better at nights. When Kieran finally starts to burn through his almost boundless energy and will let Fabian pull him under him. Kieran’s cheek on the pillow, arm curled under it. Lying on his stomach. Fabian’s leg between his, Fabians arm over his shoulder. Keeping him anchored down.

Even after Milan, even when expressly told to sleep in and get rest, Kieran is up, showering. Fabian wants sleep. But he also wants Kieran’s body sleek and wet, pressed against the tiles.

He mourns the loss of his bed, the million thread count sheets, the pillows that may be stuffed with angel feathers and gets up.

The room is all steamy, Fabian grins, smells musky and warm, alpine fresh or whatever bullshit name his body wash has.

They know each other well enough that Fabian just drops his arms around Kieran’s waist from behind, nuzzles into his neck,

Kieran leans back a bit “you not gonna sleep in?”

“Summoned in here by the smell of,” Fabian squints, “geranium leaf, whatever the fuck that is.”

“Plant.” Kieran tells him back. Laughing when Fabian gives him a little nip.

Fabian moves his hips a little, dick getting hard against the warm wet skin of Kieran’s back. “Could’ve stayed in bed, I would have made it worth your while.”

Kieran leans back. “Hate the feeling of aeroplane on my skin.”

Fabian slides his hand down, Kieran’s cock is shower warm, the slight give of his skin and he’s getting hard in his hand.

They stay like that for a moment, Fabian rocking against him lazily, Kieran cock a perfect size to hold in his hand and stroke.

Kieran turns around and wraps his arms around Fabian’s shoulders and leans up for a proper kiss. Kieran tastes like toothpaste and that will have to cover for them both.

He presses up instantly, far too awake and demanding after a delayed flight. “Maniac.” Fabian says against his lips,

Kieran grinds up against Fabian, a hand crawling up the back of his head into his hair, a lazily tug down to kiss more. Fabian slides his hands onto his ass. He’s reluctant to give up his prize, but keeps one hand there and moves the other to hold their cocks together.

Bends his knees a bit so their height is more even. Worth getting up early for this, Kieran not flinching when he opened the shower door. Smelling like Fabian’s body wash, gasping and demanding, and so close and intimate.

All these moments no one else gets to see, the water sliding off the tattoos on his arms, the pattern of him getting worked up that Fabian gets to memorise. Breath a drumbeat, fingers flexing, little whines he tries to pretend don’t happen.

No one else gets to feel this, the hard thick head of his cock, that when Fabian squeezes a little harder, punches out a harsh gasp of breath, when Fabian speeds up whines for more. No one else gets to feel how it’s hotter than the water for a moment when he comes over Fabian’s hand. How his lips get all slack.

The pop of his spine when he leans back for a moment. Fabian lets go of his ass and puts a hand on his shoulder, pushes him to arch back a little more. Looking at him like this, displayed, Fabian jerks himself off quickly, coming over his hand and Kieran’s stomach.

Kieran presss up against him, water cleaning them up. He doesn’t go soft and boneless like other people Fabian’s been with, like he himself can.

Get all fidgety touchy instead. Fingers wobbling at the arch of Fabian’s hips, then more confident, gets his breath back, flickering over his ribs like he’s counting them, cataloguing the vertebrae of his spine.

In bed Fabian would hold him down with his weight, but here he grabs the body wash and hands it over. Kieran can burn his energy off getting them both clean.

Grins at the look Kieran gives him, wholly awake now with the anticipation of Kieran’s clever thoughtful hands over him.

[jlunnposh]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Social Bridesmaids Dessy 8186 Dusty Rose Off the Shoulder Full Length Dress 16.

[freddiekolbeck]

ollieinoue​:

-

“Well, tequila can sub in for your drink of choice,” Ollie said, shrugging his shoulders. “What’s your favorite booze? You seem like a whiskey guy.” Ollie wasn’t picky when it came to drinks because usually he overloaded it with a bunch of other shit that just made it all taste super bad anyway. But if he were picking just a shot and a beer he’d probably go whiskey himself. Not tequila. “Hmm. Well, something long enough that I would need to eat a whole sandwich. Oh, or maybe I was on a date and they took me to a really shitty restaurant or something. Or some place fancy that gives you really small food. And then obviously my date just sucks, which is why I’m bringing the tequila too. I can see myself watching … Hm, maybe … Infinity Pool. I think that would be great to watch while drunk. Maybe not while eating though… Maybe high if you are okay with terrible trips.” Sometimes a bad trip could be a good thing! As long as you had someone there with you to help you through it. He fiddled with his pretzel more, tearing another part off and eating that, instead of responding to Kepler’s obvious disbelief about his general feeling on everything currently. Then gave a thoughtful sound, tilting his head. “Well, I do have a birthday party coming up! But besides that…” A sharp and nearly wicked grin crossed Ollie’s face, before trying to play at being coy, “you know I’d do anything you asked me to. But probably not right here, right now. Because while I can get away with bringing food in here, I think I’d probably be banned if I just … slid under this desk to see what might come up,” he said laughing in a way that could mean he was only teasing. Maybe.

.

lips part to answer, but ollie reads him correctly, so he presss them together into a flatline to form a small smile, offering a small nod to confirm his words. he supposes it wasn’t the worst image, that there could be several types of ‘whiskey guys’, with people like their dad and uncles on one end of the spectrum and, hopefully, kepler on the other. “ but usually i just drink beer or wine. yours? ��� well, now kepler can’t picture ollie drinking anything else besides tequila. maybe a fruit flavoured vodka. “ infinity pool? ” that makes kepler laugh softly through their nose. “ that would be a fucking awful trip-- ” which would be a shame, since it was a great film in all of it’s fleshy glory, and this was coming from someone who wasn’t a fan of horror. but he does like brandon cronenberg and mia goth, so he watched it twice. both enjoyable experiences. but he was also sober. “ --is anyone okay with bad trips? ” it may have been just a passing comment -- in fact, it probably was -- just one of those things ollie says to anyone, to make them feel ... good? he’s not quite sure, but he can’t help but think: hopefully not anything. they would hope ollie does things because he wants to and not because he was asked to. the thought is reflected in their eyes for a fleeting moment, a quiet and contemplative ‘hm’ escaping them. it was probably just a passing comment. they wipe the palms of their hands on his lap. “ ah, well ... ” they lean back into their chair, indolently looking below the desk, clear they’re not really checking to see whether it’s feasible, before looking back at ollie. “ yeah. you probably would. besides, we’re not sixteen anymore. i could wait a few hours, if you’re not doing anything later. ”

[mypoisonedvine]

Hi, I read your Joe Quin breeding fic, I was just wondering what ' breeding presss' was. such a weird ask ik. have a nice day anyway

haha no worries that's just the name for the position where he's got your legs on his shoulders and basically bends you in half lol

[dreamsofalifeold]

@tadanoandeni-o continued from x

Her cheek pressses against his shoulder. She's quiet for a moment before chiming in. "...I know you do. More than anyone ever has. It isn't that I even believed it was you, it was that...that I believed they were right. You deserve better than a messed up, broken person."

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Welcome home

please imagine sero doing that sexy neck crack thing he does everytime he gets home. thank you. 

Sero x reader

warnings: Smut, masterbation, dirty talk, swearing

word count: 1,200 (about)

summary: Sero wanted to surprise you, but you end up being the one to supprise him

Sero thought it would be nice to surprise you tonight, he had been working a lot lately, and he hadn’t had been able to see you. So today not only had he gotten off early but he also brought a dinner so you wouldn’t have to cook. Your favorate pizza and bread sticks. He was wildly excited to just pig out and snuggle with you all night long, but that wasn’t what he got. 

“Baby?” Sero called as he shut the door behind him with his foot. There was no response, but he knew for a fact that you were home. He smiled to himself as he set the food down in the kitchen and begining his hunt. 

Maybe he would find you curled up in bed napping, or in the shower, perfect for him to surprise you. What he wasn’t expecting was that he would hear a soft moan coming from the bedroom. 

“Ah fuck” you whinned and sero felt a shiver run down his spine. Slowly, and as quietly as he could, he creaked the door open to see just what you were doing. 

You were splayd out on the bed naked with both your hands between your legs as you touched yourself, one hand gently stroking your clit the other pushing a thick blue dildo in and out of your quivering cunt. Sero bit his lip and watched you. Your eyes were closed as you lost yourself in your little fantasy. 

Sero smiled to himself and watched you touch yourself, taking mental notes about what you did to get yourself off. He felt his cock twitch to life at the sound of your moaning and the sight of your naked body. Sero reached inside of his baggy pants to touch himself. 

When was the last time the two of you had been intimate? It had been awhile, again due to his late nights at work. If he even got home before you fell asleep, both of you were to tired to do anything but cuddle. 

He didn’t blame you for taking things into your own hands, but he still wished you’d at least teased him a little while he was at work. 

You moaned agin, shamelessly loud as your hips rolled your hips against the thick toy before bringing one of your hands up to your head and tugging on your own hair. Sero looked on amazed as he continued to jerk off. What a little slut you were when you though you were alone.

Sero was just starting to get impatent. He wanted to make himself known and make you look at him when you came, when you cried out again, but instead of a wordless moan you shouted his name. 

“Ah! Hanta! Hanta!” you shrieked, and He couldn’t hold back anymore.

“What a sight babygirl, you could have just called if you were feeling needy,” he teased and then laughed when you jumped about a foot in the air. 

“Hanta!? When did you get home?” you demanded trying to cover your naked body in embaressment. Sero ignored your question. 

“Don’t hide yourself from me princessa I want to see you,” he ordered and shyly you uncurled your body letting him see you. 

“Keep going naughty girl,” he prompted sitting down on the bed 

“Hanta please just touch me now that you’re home ,” you pleaded reaching out to him but he gently rebuffed you. 

“Not yet baby, I want to watch you. You seemed like you were close,” he purred.

“I was,” you admitted quietly. 

“Then keep going,” he prompted. You spred your legs and started moving the blue toy again, It was slick with your arousl and moved with a soft gush sound. 

“I was thinking about you,” you said 

“I know, you said my name remember baby?” he teased making you blush. To make you feel more at ease, he pulled his own cock out, shoving down his baggy pants 

“Look at how hard you made me baby, you’re so pretty naked and spread out for me,” he purred wrapping his hand around his cock and  pumping himself in time with the dildo you were still moving in and out of you. 

“Hanta please,” you whinned breathily. “I want to touch you,” you begged.

“No, no honey, make yourself cum fist then I can touch you all you want,” you pouted tht, disappointed that he hadn’t caved. 

“Don’t makt that face, this isn’t easy for me either.” he said, before loweing his voice to tease you. “You have no idea how badly I want to rip that toy out of young suck on your clit until you cry but you chose that stupid dildo over me so you’re going to make yourself cum and you are so fucking lucky that’s all I’m going to do for a punishment.”

You gulped and focused back on oyur cunt, circling your clit at the same time as you fucked yourself hard, moaning and gasping as you reached your edge. Sero watched you and lazily touched himself. He, unlike you, didn’t see the need rush his orgasum.

Your head pitched back in ecstasy and this time when you called out his name, Sero didn’t interrupt you. Instead he just watched as you came undone and as your body shook with the intercity of your orgasm. 

“See that wasn’t so hard was it?” he asked, testing you, but only a little. 

“Hanta, please” you begged and this time he hummored you.  Hanta lifted your body easily and, throwing your dildo to the side, settled you on his lap his cock presssed flush to your quivering cunt. 

“Is this better baby?” He asked rolling his hips against yours, grining your bodies together. 

“Yes,” you moaned dropping your head to his shoulder jerking your hips back and forth against him, your body trembling slightly. 

“Yeah? I missed you today you know, but I never thought I’d get such a nice surprise when I got home,” he whispered against your neck .

“I love you so much my pretty baby, I love touching you like this,” he sighed as he contuied to hump you. 

“Please fuck me Hanta, i need it,” you gasped.

“Yeah? You need to cum again princess? Are you feeling that needy?” He grunted. He was so close  he didn’t think he could last long enough to mke you cum if he started fucking you now.

“N-no i just want to make you feel good,” you protested weakly. 

“How sweet, always thinking of someone else good girl.” he laughed before bringing your lips to his kissing you sweetly. 

“Don’t worry about me love, just keep going like this It feels good,” he assured you. You nodded nd contuied to rock your hips against him again as he kissed you.

[lexiwright]

Night out

Benny watts x reader

I'm so so so sorry this to so long to come out. I had planned it to be out for new year and then I kept changing my mind so it may not seem like it makes sense apologizes, I'm also promptly moving tomorrow. I literally was told my parents couldn't handle me and my mental health anymore and am not getting kicked out just ( space for everyone ) so yea I'm feeling very low and just so no one wonders why the next one will probably take so long. I'll be living with my real mum who has her own issues too so we will see

Trigger warning - slight alcohol miss use. Slight drunken abuse (not from benny he would never.)

Some cuddles and fluff

Prompt - ”Can you please come and get me ”

--------

It had been a less than successful night. Your sure others wouldn't agree but you sat next to a gutter at the side of a very quiet road in front of a building of which merely hours ago you had been drinking aside friends in had drunk adults spilling from the door as everyone came and went.

Your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, you glanced around and spotted a payphone a little down the street. Pulling yourself off the ground and reaching for your bag you stumble your way away from the slow rumbling music that clung around the door from inside. It got distant and you fell into the booth.

You thought about how the night had started. The party had been on everyones mind for days. You were going with cleo and the boys. Beth was even gonna meet you guys there. Who was in New York for a few days, staying in a hotel a few blocks from the party. Although she didn't stay long, trying to keep sober.

You guys had got there around 11. In time for the beginning of shots being pasted around. Which you off course accepted. Kick starting the night with some vodka.

All went well for a few hours, by about 2 you'd put back your fair share of drink. And that's when it started to hit you. You weren't a stranger to the results of alcohol tho and kept going like it was nothing.

But apparently your uneven walking had caught the attention of some...less than pleasant individuals. They had tried talking to you before and you just ignored them. They had a look in their eyes that you weren't comfortable with so you didn't dwell on them.

But they had dwelled on you it seemed. They noticed as your balance had started to wobble. Quite possibly noticing when your words all slurred together. And definitely when you stumbled in front of them as you had unsuccessfully attempted to step past one of them. But there was no call for the man to grab you. And not in a way to help you balance. You told him to let go. But his hands had other ideas. You tried to pull his hands off of you and your not sure what happened next but he slapped you.

You probably did something wrong you thought. You always screw things up.

Some words were exchanged and you rushed out. Not after kneeling him in a not so nice place. he tried to grab you. Ripping the shoulder of your one straps. It was a cheap dress but now you had to make sure you help up the strap just in case.

You felt humiliated and your face hurt.

You found some money in your bag, next to some mint gum that you decided was a higher priority.

Benny hadn't come to the party. He thought it sounded stupid. And when you had stepped out of your room into the middle of the apartment he looked at you and snorted.

” what do you expect to get in that get up?” he asked suggestively.

You didn't think anything of it and giggled at him. But now you thought maybe it truly was your fault an that you seemed like you were asking for it.

Shaking your head to clear it of such thoughts. Which made the small booth spin a little but you stuck with it. Putting in the coins and trying to remember the right numbers for the house. You felt sick as you listened for the click of the phone being a answered and a harsh voice on the other end speaking.

”hello?”

It was Benny. Hopefully you hadn't woke him.

” Benny?” you whispered out. Realising you had to speak

” Y/N?” he questioned. Voice softening a little.

You twirled the cable as you stared at your shaking hand.

Your throat seemed to close up as you looked for the words. To explain how drunk you had got. To explain what the men tried to do to you. Why you hadn't come home yet even though it was now 3.

” Y/N what's the matter” he asked sternly.

Your eyes pricked with sudden tears and with a slight choke you sobbed out.

”Can you please come and get me ”

”what happened where are the others?” he seemed startled

” I don't know. I'm sorry. Please Benny.”

There was a split second of silence and then

” I'm coming to get you stay right where you are. ” and then another click.

You waited. Felt like a life time. You thought about a lot of things. Part of you was worried Benny wouldn't come. That he would leave you here. You struggled to keep your self balanced so you went over to a step and sat down. Put your head in your hands with your elbows resting on your thighs.

You sighed. Maybe you should find your own way. You sat up and ran your fingers through your hair.

It wasn't to long before a taxi pulled up in front of you and outstepped a slightly frustrated looking Benny.

His hair askew and a loose black shirt, he took a few long strides to reach you.

Looking up you giggled at how tall he looked. Sighing at your antics he held out a hand and began to pull you too your feet.

Wobbling considerably you made it to an upright position and with a long arm around your waist you stumbled your way to the taxi.

You some how got in. A testament to what a person would do to get away from a party.

You could tell he hadn't noticed your strap or face yet, you had concealed it well. Somehow.

Time didn’t work for you so you’ve no idea how long it took to get home. But when you did benny got out first to open the door for you and pay the driver.

Thanking the man. He shut the car door and watched for a second as it pulled away before turning his attention to the more presssing matter of the drunking idiot before him. Giggling at a joke he obviously missed.

He noticed your face. You saw the moment he did and he stepped closer. Enough to see the outline of a hand.

This was when Benny realised there was a little more to this story of you just getting blitzed as he, for the first time took in your appearance, clocking the strap you were holding up with your arms folded.

A hint of rage passed through him before he calmed and took your hand to get you inside. You were barely three steps into the building befor you asked

“How am I supposed to get down the stairs”

Slurring lightly.

He sighed. Not for the last time and leaned down to hoist you into his arms and proceeded with caution as he walked with you. You giggled some more as you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging into him.

You were drained. And you wanted to sleep. Leaning your face into his neck you've never felt safer.

When he reached the bottom he placed you down gently and unlocked the door to let you both in. This time just holding you round the waist as you wobbled down the small set of stairs. He then pulled you to the sofa and sat you down.

After doing the usually after drinks things like water and getting you a jumper and some shorts of his he then sat next to you and spoke for the first time since you's had got in.

”are you going to tell me what happened?” he gently pushed. Not wanting to push you over the limit but he was concerned.

Your face fell and you nodded a little and told him very roughly but enough that he understood what had happened. He was angry, to say the least, but knew there was nothing he could do about the disrespectful toad roaming the streets. So he settled to offer you an open arm for you to cuddle into him. You of course jumped at the offer and snuggled into the warm man.

You didn't want to go to bed and Benny knew that. Knowing you'd not have the effort to get up and both being quite comfortable where you both remained.

You spotted a book on the coffee table and looked up at Benny with puppy dog eye that you knew he couldn't refuse.

” will you read to me?” you pleaded.

He chuckled and lent forward to retrieve the book. It happened to be the hobbit. ( I know it's not for everyone but I know it's written before Benny time so apologies please roll with it)

As he started to read chapter one an unexpected party and began describing the hobbit hole. You felt yourself begin to doze off to the soothing tones and his other hand rubbing soft circles on your upper arm.

It wasn't how the night had supposed to go but you were with him now and you felt protected. Knowing he came to your aid.

(with regards to the slap Yes I know this is a little unrealistic it lasting that long but I once got one that lasted a few hours ( I’m not being hit just to clarify it was a joke with some pals who one of them was telling me about a slap match to see how much he could take and the other we were with friend had really went for it and it was actually shockingly sore and my drunk ass went I can take it and he was reluctant at first and then went to go and did it before stating that was hadn’t been hard enough and went again even harder and it left quite a mark and we all laughed so ya. ) but just pretend if you don’t think it would )

[dcbutinamrev]

prompt: historical lams slow dancing barefoot in the forest in the early morning when the dew is still on the grass

Requests are always open!

***

“Dear boy?” a Southern accented voice whispers huskily into Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Hamilton’s ear, his lips nipping Hamilton’s earlobe.

Hamilton stirs in his sleep before settling back down into a comfortable position, his back against Laurens’s chest, his hands tucked underneath his freckled cheek, his indigo-blue eyes softly closed and his dark red curls surrounding him in a beautiful sea of red, red as fire which always leaves Hamilton’s beloved Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens speechless.

“Alexander, my love,” Laurens whispers into Hamilton’s ear, kissing his cheek lightly.

Hamilton stirs once again and shifts as he moans, his eyes clenching and unclenching as he wakes slowly. Laurens fingers lightly tap against Hamilton’s bare skin as they slide down his arm before sliding it back up. Hamilton giggles as he feels Laurens kiss the back of his neck and then on his shoulder blade. Hamilton shivers a little and shudders before rolling onto his side and finally giving in, opening his eyes and smiles up at his dear Laurens.

“Mmm…my Jack…” Hamilton whispers through a yawn but only ended up with Laurens’s lips on his.

Hamilton grunts and lifts his hands up from under his cheek and rests his hand on Laurens’s cheek and cradles it. Laurnes hums as he closes his eyes and leans into the touch, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of Hamilton’s palm.

“Morning, my dear boy,” Laurens hums before pressing his lips to Hamilton’s.

“Morning,” Hamilton yawns. “Someone’s a bit needy. What’s the meaning of waking at the crack of dawn?”

“Hm…I was thinking, my darling,” Laurens says, combing a few curls out of Hamilton’s half-opened eyes so he may press a kiss to Hamilton’s forehead. “We should…we should go on a little stroll.” A pause. “Out in the woods.”

“In the woods?” Hamilton repeats as he sits himself up on one elbow.

Laurens nods.

“But why so early?” Hamilton whines as Laurens swings his legs around and sits at the edged the bed.

“Why not?” Laurens says, glancing at Hamilton over his shoulder. “Everyone else is abed. This would be a perfect opportunity for some of our own enjoyment.”

“Um…because I much prefer my beauty rest thank you very much!” Hamilton snaps as he flops back down onto the bed, rolling onto his side so his back faces Laurens.

“But my dear!” Laurens whines, gripping Hamilton’s arms. “It’s a surprise!”

“You know I don’t like surprises, Jack,” Hamilton grumbles, his eyes still close.

“I know, but trust me Alex, you’ll love it,” Laurens says. A pause. “You do trust me, right?”

Hamilton rolls over onto his side and traces Laurens’s jawline. “Of course I do.”

Laurens grins before presssing his lips to Hamilton’s and hopping out of the bed, extending his hand out towards him. Laurens raises his eyebrow.

Hamilton hesitates but gives in as he finally rests his hand on top of Laurens’s and is reluctantly pulled out of bed.

Laurens wraps his arms around the small of Hamilton’s back and pulls him flush against his chest so their chests are nearly touching. Hamilton stares into Laurens’s eyes, his hands flat on Laurens chest right where his heart is and stands on his toes to kiss his lips.

After a few minutes, the two slowly begin to dress themselves, wrapping each other’s cravats around each other’s neck, buttoning each other’s waistcoats and slipping on their dark blue Continental coat and tying each other’s hair before standing in front of each other once more.

“Okay,” Hamilton says. “You have me at your mercy, Jack. What is it that you wish to do to me…?”

“Follow me, my love,” is all Laurens says.

So, Hamilton does.

Laurens pauses by their bedroom door, glancing back and forth down the hallway of their headquarters in West Point, New York, to make sure the coast was clear. Once he’s certain, he drags Hamilton out of their bedroom and down the stairs before out into the chilly early morning. If Hamilton had to guess, and judging by the dark blue that is now showing, Hamilton thinks it’s around 5:00 or 5:30 at the latest in the morning.

Hamilton and Laurens do not speak. They enjoy the blissful peace between them they have now. In this present moment.

Hamilton slows his pace however when he spots a curve of trees surrounding an open field. He raises an eyebrows, his face paling, as he glances at the woods and then at Laurens in front of him. Hamilton makes a twisted face as he steps onto the grass, feeling it slightly damp and wet. The grass makes mushy noises as he marches towards the woods. He frowns when he glances down at his feet.

He realizes he’s still barefoot. He looks up sharply and so is Laurens.

“Jack?” Hamilton prompts, breaking the silence between them.

Laurens slows his pace as well as he ducks under a branch, pulling Hamilton forward.

“Yes, my dear boy?” Laurens asks.

“What are we doing?” Hamilton wonders. “Where are you taking me?”

Laurens grins as he leads Hamilton to an open field, walking backwards while still gripping his hands.

“John—” Hamilton begins but Laurens cuts him off with a rough, firm kiss to his lips.

Hamilton grunts, startled as his hands fly up, freezing in place. He stares up at Laurens with wide eyes but they soon flutter close as he melts into the kiss, sliding his hands up and squishes Laurens’s cheeks together. Laurnes grins against their pressed lips, deepening the kiss and grips Hamilton by the small of his back, pulling him close so their chests are nearly touching.

Laurens shuffle forwards to press Hamilton against a tree and presses his knee against his to pin him in place. Hamilton groans as Laurens kisses Hamilton’s jaw and down the side of his neck. Hamilton gasps as he feels Laurens press a kiss to a sensitive spot, tilting his head a little to allow Laurens room and space.

“Jack—” Hamilton grunts, squeezing his eyes shut as Laurens shuffles even closer, capturing Hamilton’s lips before he could even finish.

“John!” Hamilton snaps, his voice muffled slightly because of the sheared kiss. With the strength he has, Hamilton presses his palms into Laurnes’s shoulder and shoves him off of him, causing Laurens to stumble backward over the tail ends of his dark blue coat before collapsing backwards into the grass.

Hamilton huffs as he places both hands on his hips as he hovers over Laurens, who stares up at him with a giddy smile and a dreamy, far-off look. Hamilton swallows. He knows that look.

“Wow…” Laurens mumbles followed by a giggle, propping himself up on one elbow and pressing his hand against his temple.

“Jack, are you drunk?!” Hamilton barks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Laurens shakes his head as he hops up, kissing Hamilton’s lips lightly as an apology. Hamilton sighs defeatedly, knowing he can’t stay frustrated at Laurens forever.

“My apologies, dear boy,” Laurens chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “I um….I got carried away it seems.”

Hamilton whacks the back of his hand against Laurens’s chest playfully. He scoffs but a smirk betrays the seriousness in his expression. “Clearly!”

Silence now fills the space between them. Laurens stares down into Hamilton’s stunning dark blue eyes and tilts his head. Hamilton frowns as he inclines his head to meet Laurens’s bright sky blue eyes. He notices the moon reflects in his eyes beautifully.

“John…?” Hamilton says breathlessly, his voice in a hushed whisper.

Laurens takes a step back, clearing his throat. He wraps one arm behind his back and dips down into a gentlemanly bow and extends his hand out towards Hamilton, which Hamilton gently rests his on top of.

Laurens grins as he brings Hamilton’s hand up to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the back of Hamilton’s knuckles.

“May I have this dance…?” Laurens asks as he lowers Hamilton’s hand, glancing up.

Hamilton stares down at Laurens fondly. “Is this what you came out here all the way for?”

Laurens shrugs as he stands. “Perhaps.”

Hamilton huffs as he steps closer to Laurens, resting one hand on Laurens’s chest. Laurnes stands stiff, his shoulders squared, jaw clenched as if General Washington—His Excellency—were before him.

Laurens glances down at Hamilton and raises an eyebrow. “Well?”

Hamilton looks up, a small smile on his face. “You may.”

Laurens beams as he gently threads his fingers through Hamilton’s and lifts it up the side while he places Hamilton’s other hand on his shoulder while Laurens rests his hand on his hip.

Laurens sighs as he and Hamilton gaze into each other’s eyes, their hips swaying left to right slowly. Hamilton smiles with his lips pinched, his cheeks coated with a light shade of pink. Laurens tucks a fallen dark red curl behind Hamilton’s ear, resting his hand against his cheek.

Hamilton steps closer, entranced into Laurens’s eyes once again, leaving him helpless. But he gasps when he accidentally steps on top of Laurens’s feet. Laurens grins as he laughs through his nose and arch his toes to give Hamilton a boost of hight. Hamilton giggles as he leans up to press his lips to Laurens’s.

“This,” Laurens says as they sway their hips side to side slowly. “Is how I view the world.”

Hamilton grunts as he gives Laurens a scolding look, whacking his arm with his hand.

“Laurens! I will end you!” Hamilton hisses.

Laurens laughs as he shakes his head, leaning down to kiss Hamilton’s lips. “I only jest, Alexander.”

Hamilton huffs out a sigh. “I know.”

Hamilton sighs again as he rests his head on Laurens’s chest, listening to his heart beat, an assurance that he’s alive and home. Laurnes closes his eyes as he rests his head on top of Hamilton’s russet curls, wrapping both arms around the small of Hamilton’s back.

“When do you leave...?” Hamilton asks, his voice hushed and almost cracking as he opens his eyes, his head still on Laurens’s chest. Laurens frowns. “For France?” 

Laurens sets his jaw as he grips his hold on Hamilton tighter, never wanting to leave, never wanting to let go. Laurens nuzzles his cheek into Hamilton’s hair as they continue swaying in a circle, Hamilton’s feet still on top of Laurens’s. 

“Let’s not think about that, my darling,” Laurens soothes. 

“When do you leave, John?” Hamilton snaps suddenly, his voice dark and crisp. Sharp. 

He looks up, resting his head on top of Laurens’s chest, looping his arms around Laurens’s neck. Laurens hesitates, biting his lower lip. Hamilton arches an eyebrow challengingly. Laurens swallows before letting out a shaky breath. 

“Tomorrow,” Laurens whispers. He swallows again, avoiding Hamilton’s gaze. “I leave tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow!” Hamilton shrieks as their slow dance suddenly halts. He whacks Laurens against the arm again. “Tomorrow?! You leave tomorrow?!” 

Laurens opens his mouth to protest or to explain but Hamilton’s anger cuts him off. 

“You’re leaving me?! You give me one day?! Why...why the hell didn’t you tell me, Laurens?!” Hamilton barks. 

Laurens clamps his half-opened mouth shut and becomes stiff once again, itching to pull Hamilton into his arms once again and to kiss every part of him for all the days they may be seperated from each other. 

“Alexander--” 

“Why?! Why didn’t you tell me, John?!” 

“Because I knew how’d you react if I had told you before hand!” Laurens barks, his voice curt. Emotionless. Hamilton stands still at the sudden tone in Laurens’s voice. “I knew you would do anything to pursaude His Excellency and the military councel to keep me here where my true self lies out there!”

Hamilton glowers as he crosses his arms over his chest and huffs, shaking his head. “A voice of a commander. Never heard of it until now.” 

Laurens sighs heavily, his cheeks puffing out as he runs a hand through his honey hair stressfully. He shakes his head before taking two steps forward and gripping Hamilton’s arm. He lowers his voice as he hisses each word, almost sounding like a snake though Laurens has no idea why he feels the need to whisper since it is only them out in the woods. 

“I will return to you,” Laurens hisses. “I vow to you, my Alexander, my spirit and my beauty, I will return to you.” 

“Unless you should come back to me in a box!” Hamilton snaps. 

Laurens sighs and shakes his head, pressing his lips to Hamilton’s. “That won’t happen. I swear--” 

“You can’t predict the future, John!” Hamilton shouts, yanking his arm out of Laurens’s grasp. “You can’t predict what will happen in twenty minutes for now! You can’t predict what will happen in a week from now!” Hamilton swallows the lump down his throat as he steps closer, tapping Laurens’s lapel. “That is for God, the Creator of our Earth, our land, of our country which we are fighting for to decide.” 

Laurens doesn’t say anything. He keeps his gaze locked with Hamilton’s. 

Hamilton blinks his tearful eyes as he kisses Laurens’s lips hard as though it may be their last. He presses his forehead against Laurens’s, the tips of their noses nudging agianst the other. 

“I can’t lose you so easily,” Hamilton whispers agaisnt Laurens’s cheeks. Laurens shushes him into another kiss. 

“You shall not lose me, Alexander,” Laurens whispers.

“If you should encounter battle on your journey,” Hamilton says suddenly, catching Laurens’s eye. “Practice paitence and remember the one who waits for you.” 

A pause. 

“Promise me, Jack,” Hamilton says. “You’ll come home to me. To us. To the family.” He looks up at Laurens, a small smile on his face. “And for the love of God, John, stay alive.” 

Laurens leans down and wraps both arms around the small of Hamilton’s back. Laurens smiles as he pulls back slowly, resting his forehead against Hamiton’s.

“I promise.” 

~~~

On Feburary 11, Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens sets sail for France to ask for a loan, military supplies, clothing, and further assistance with the French fleet. He stands on the dock in Boston, ready to board the USS Alliance with Hamilton and Marquis de Lafayette by his side. 

Laurens stands with his back facing Lafayette and Hamilton, his hands on his hips as he puffs out a breath, gazing at the ship before him. Laurens grins slightly as he whips his head over his shoulder and fully turn to face them. 

“You shall leave us so soon, mon ami?” Lafayette questions as he embraces Laurens tightly, patting his back. 

“I can’t stay,” Laurens says honestly. “Congress has appointed me for this special mission. By my father’s behalf no doubt.” 

Lafayette purses his lips as he pats Laurens’s shoulder as he nods. 

“And by partly Thomas Paine,” Hamilton grumbles. 

Laurens glances over at Hamilton. Hamilton raises an eyebrow. He turns back to Lafayette. 

“Take care of him,” Laurens insists, gesturing his head towards Hamilton. “Please.” 

“Oui, you have my word,” Lafayette assures him. 

“I shall leave you two to have a moment together,” Lafayette says as he nods at Laurens once and clasping both of Laurens’s hands in his and shakes it. Laurens notices Lafayette’s hazel eyes twinkle against the early morning sun. “Godspeed, mon ami.” 

Laurens smiles. “Godspeed.” 

Lafayette nods before finally marching off the dock, gripping his tricorn hat as to not let fly off of his wigged head and wrapping the cloak around him, the tail ends of the coat and cloak flapping against the back of Lafayette’s legs as he walks away. 

Laurens sighs as he turns to Hamilton. “I have something for you, Alexander.” 

“Oh?” Hamilton says. 

Laurens nods as he pulls out a silver chain from his coat pocket. Hamilton’s eyes widen when he sees it as a necklace with a pearl attached to it. He gasps as he glances up at Laurens sharply. Laurens smiles. 

“It was my mother’s,” he says. “She gave it to me before she died.” 

“John...” 

He grins as he loops the necklace around Hamilton’s neck. “I think she’d want you to have it.” 

Hamilton shakes his head. “I...I can’t take this! I-It’s your mother’s, John!” 

“Trust me, Alex,” Laurens says. “She’d want you to have it.” 

Hamilton gasps startled when he sees a cabin boy jog up to them, clutching on to his hat. Laurens frowns as he turns around when he feels a tap on his arm. He glances down at the boy. 

“Lieutenant Colonel, sir,” the cabin boy says, “the Alliance is about to set sail.” 

“Thank you,” Laurens says chirply. “I’ll be aboard in a minute.” 

The boy nods and glances at Hamilton once before bolting off, climbing the ramp to the ship. 

“I shall be off,” Laurens says. 

“Yes,” Hamilton agrees. 

Before Laurens could say a word, Hamilton flings his arms around him tightly, burying his face into the crook of Laurens’s neck, a sniff escaping him. Laurens squeezes his eyes as he loops his arms around his Hamilton, pulling him close and holding him tight. 

“Remember, my dear Laurens,” Hamilton whispers as they pull apart, a hand on Laurens’s cheek. He smiles up at him as Laurens leans into the touch. “Practice patience and perseverance and remember whose heart belongs to you.” 

Laurens nods once. “I will, my love.” 

“You best be off,” Hamilton says, smoothing out Laurens’s lapels and resting his hands on his chest. Hamilton looks up. 

Laurens glances around them. He sees very few people out on the streets, which is unusually since Boston is one of the busiest cities. He checkes the officers on the deck of the USS Alliance. He sees none. Quickly, Laurens gives Hamilton one peck on the lips before hurriedly scrambling back before anyone spies them. 

“Adieu, my Little Lion, ” Laurens says as he grabs his satchel and his tricorn hat, placing the hat on his head. 

Hamilton smiles as he clutches onto the necklace. “Farewell, my darling Jack.” 

Hamilton watches as Laurens jogs quickly down the dock and up the ramp and onto the deck of the Alliance. Hamilton smiles softly as he sees his Laurens on the deck, clutching onto the necklace. 

Laurens helps an officer reel up the anchor from the dock, glancing over towards Hamilton as the ship sets sail. A smile on his face. 

Hamilton waves once, returning Laurens’s charming smile before walking off the dock while still clutching onto his necless with both hands, closing his eyes. 

Now? 

He waits. 

[opalsdarkreadings]

✰𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝙆𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣: 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧✰

Pairings: Gojo, Yuji, Fushiguro, Nobara, x gender neutral reader

Warnings: light cursing

Notes: writers block is a bitch! Took like three weeks to write this ;-; I still hope you guys enjoy this little fluff. As you can probably tell I suck at it and I’m trying to get better 😭

『𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕦 𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠』

This was going to be one of the Christmas you never forget, he promised himself that. Each year you found some way to knock him off his feet, every gift being etched into his memory never to be forgotten.

He wanted the same for you. This need of acceptance and praise from you was bigger then any sweet tooth craving he’s ever had. He wanted this year to be the year that truly left you speechless. After all you were his lover and deserved nothing less.

But whatever he came up with just didn’t sit right. Trips and expensive gifts, just material things like cars or shoes couldn’t possibly bring the punch he was looking for. You needed something that’ll forever be engraved into your mind, something that the mere thought of would bring tears to you.

He didn’t care for his gifts but when it concerned you, only the best was presented and he’ll be damn if he lets it slip this year. But he was pulling at straws at this point, some things were just cliche and cheesy. Dresses, designer clothes, bags etc they all seemed to pale in comparison.

Well till he landed on this rare find.

Satoru was quit persistent in getting you into sharing one of his treats. The Christmas theme cake hadn’t even been cut yet, as he tried to get you into the kitchen. “Come on~ it’s really good I get it every year! So you have to try it.” He said smiling as he stood towering over you. A skeptical glance was thrown back to him as your place a hand over your hip, “And when did you ever share any of your rare sweet treats with me agian?” Not only was this unusual, it’s damn near unheard of. Your lover had a ginormoussweet tooth that’ll leave even large cake corporations at bankruptcy’s trying to cater to Satoru. His sweet tooth always aching for more, turning him into a beast of gluttony when concerning these treats. However he persisted, talking so highly about the cake you were beginning to become intrigued yourself about the delicious gem hidden in the white box on the table. “Alright fine..” you sighed in defeat and allow for your eager boyfriend to drag you out the living room and into your shared kitchen. Something was definitely off, he was eager, excited,...maybe even nervous? His usual demeanor of going with flow and laid back attitude had disappear. He seemed almost like a child getting ready to tell their parents of there recent troubles they’ve gotten into. However, he left no time for you to ponder on his odd behavior, and instead gently pushed the box to you and grins. The box beng small so you was puzzled as to why he was sharing it in the first place. Questioningly you glance to him, before untieing the little red bow on top, and pushing opening the box. A moment of pause, before a soft gasp left you. A bright sapphire as bright as Satoru own eyes stared back at you. The gem being as clear and bright as any beachs ocean gleamering as the kitchen lights shines above. The sliver ring holding the jewel was embedded with little small diamond along the curve of the metal. Giving it a simple yet still elegant finish. You gap to him like fish, gasping for word to form. “S-satoru?!”

You were left speechless and he knew he had outdone himself. Your eyes, so wide that they looked ready to fall out of your sockets as you gasp for sentence or word to fall from your lips.

This cocky little shit was eating up your reaction with the utmost confident air around him. Though it did dispel his nervousness he’s had since he spotted the ring. 

I know right? The strongest being scared? Unheard of, but god was it killing him. He had nothing, robbed of his childhood by the same people that criticize him to this day. His existence used for that to be a tool, looked too at the strongest but was he? Maybe that’s why he felt a need to hid behind his smile, a need to cover up the fucked up shit swelling Internally

He wanted to hide it, but you just couldn’t take no for an answer

You saw past the disguise of his, his cocky and laid back attitude only cushion the many times he’s nearly broken down on a day to day bases. His sweets and little trips only serving as an escape from the cruel world he was born into, from the hurt and betrayal he’s faced.

He loved you so much, and just wanted to make it official. He wants to make it known that you are his, that you are something that he cares deeply about. That the holidays were just days to him until you came around. You turned these days into something special and without you, he wouldn’t find pleasure in this.

“Satoru...are you-.”

“Well? I’m waiting cutie~.” He said back smirking as he rests his chin over your shoulder.

You smile, humming as you examine the ring. “well I’m still quite puzzled mind explaining what you’re trying to say?” You tease and he roll his eyes playfully

“Well sense my little cutie isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed~ I’m asking for you to marry me, now say yes and become mine.” Satoru explained and slide the ring over your ring finger. Glowing at how well it contrasted against you’re skin tone.

He pressed a kiss over the knuckle of the ring finger. “Well if I’m not the sharpest I best be the most well built.” You raise a brow and Satoru grins

“Maybe~.”

“Don’t make me put you outside.”

『𝕐𝕦𝕛𝕚 𝕀𝕥𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕚』

You peeked over you boyfriends shoulder. His lips presssed together in a fine line as mumbles over the cook book. Little cookie cutters of gingerbread men and snowmen sitting idly by beside him. He was so deeply concentrated in his own work, he hadn’t notice you reaching out and scooping some of the mix onto your finger. “Yuji~.” You called out to him sweelty , your cookie batter, covered finger hidden behind you as you waited for his response . “Oh yeah? What’s-eh!” He turned to face you, smiling till your spread the batter over his nose and cackle in laughter. You jump back, snickering as you pink hair lover went crossed eyed to see the gunck over his nose. Grining you threw up a hand to him and shrugs, “Oops.” He pouts to you and wipes the batter from his nose, “Ah! Babe that not funny, you totally took me by surprise.” He said grabbing the bowel of soft cookie batter , a devilish grin spreading over his lips as he scoops a handful.“That’s the-.” You squeaked as batter came flying at you at rocket launch speed and splat against your shirt. You go wide eyed , and this time, it’s your boyfriend laughing his ass off at your surprises and hurt expressions. “Oh?! This means war pretty boy!” You sneered back to him, both of you eyeing the flower idly laying over the counter. A moment of silence took you both, before chaos was let loose.

Flour, eggs, and whatever condiments you could fine along with cookie batter flew across the kitchen of the apartment. Your laughter and shouts of glee carrying out in the room as you both bounce around like children in the snow

This cookie war ending with both of you near the kitchen doors. Soon enough, having you collapse over the floor in fits of giggles as flour and batter cling to your hair and clothes. Though it did nothing to dampen your sprits, as you both just smile like idiots in each other presence and huff out of breath.

As silly as it may sound, you both just found relief in being in each other presence. Moments like this being few in numbers already with both of your busy lifestyle. As these were the only times that you two weren’t fighting just to live, but to enjoy the life you fought so hard to keep. To be young adults and and enjoy the mundane things that many others would see no joy in. A time where you both could forget the responsibility laid out on you and shrink back to your child like selves again.

For Yuji, you were, In his eyes the greatest gift anyone to give him. He never had lot of people to count on, but for you...you meant the world to him and he wouldn’t know how he survived this long without you.

“Hey...look what we’re under.” Yuji whispered to you, grinning like a lovesick fools as your eyes trail over to the mistletoe hanging lazily from the door frame of the kitchen. A small chuckle left your lips and your glance back to to your eager boyfriend, who was practically ready to pounce on you.

“Oh? Now you want a kiss after ruining my favorite shirt. Clearly I must have become quit the softy.” You teased, but leaned in nonetheless to seal the space between your. Your lips pressed together gently before locking into a sweet kiss. One hand cupping along his cheek while he opt to pull you close to his chest.

Only breaking your contact to pressed another to your temple, “mhm Merry Christmas baby.” He smiles to you

“Yeah, yeah, you owe me a new shirt.”

『𝔽𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕠 𝕄𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕞𝕚』

Megumi didn’t quit understand your obsession with Christmas. Yes it was quit a fun time of the year with giving and just great things that happen around this time but...it was like any other holiday.

People go out, celebrate, eat, give out some sort of gift with set theme of celebration and party till theirs drunk off their ass. It’s nothing new.

He just wished sometimes you weren’t his weak spot.

“Come on Megumi, I’m sure you’ll look great.” You encouraged as you stood outside your bedroom waiting for your lover. A grunt of distaste was heard from him and you roll your eyes back. “I look like an idiot.” He grumbles from behind the door. Refusing to come out as you huff. “The parties in like 30 minutes, plus we have to catch the train to get there so hurry up.” You told him. It’s silent on the other end before a brief click was heard the door slowly opens. You beam seeing Megumi as he steps out, a loud red sweater with actual ornaments hang off them jingle as he walks by. You stifle your laughter and grin to him, “See was that so hard?” You asked him, snickering under your breath. he grimaced each time he walks and sighs heavily, “you owe me big time for this..” he mumbles, face fix into a that of disgust as once over both of your outfits, “Why did you choose these of all the outfits we could have worn?” He asked you, “Well Nobara and Yuji are all wearing ugly sweaters so we decided to do it as a group things I just found the ugliest ones possible.” You grin to him , taking his hand and dragging your poor green eyed lover. “Y/n I love you, but you seriously trying to kill me from embarrassment.” He groans, earning a laugh from you as you glance back to him. A soft grin already spreading over his lips, though he tried to hid it by turining his face.

He didn’t care for the holidays, but here he was being dragged off to a party celebrating it just to see you smile more and beam in happiness to him. Holidays were once times he spent alone, locked away from the cheerful couples that mocked his loneliness everytime he went out around this year. A time he used to reflect over all the fucked up shit he endure over the year.

When you came into his life, that feeling is bitterness began to melt. He no longer looked to the holiday as bitter reflections on the year but a time that he was able to spend with the person he cared the most with.

Yes he still got caught up in his thought and things he could’ve done and what he should’ve done, but now he had your gently touch to lure him back to the present. To keep his focus on the time that’s in front of him, you were the rock he always needed and no gift could ever replace that.

“Megumi thank you, for coming with me. I know this is out your comfort zone and all but I’m really proud of you.” You told him grinning back to him as you pecks his cheek and grabbed hold of his hand. His large palm taking yours and squeezing it back as he nods, “it’s nothing.” He says back shaking his head. His soft green orbs finding their way back to your face as he sighs. “I’m only going so you want kill me later on so I better be getting something out of this.” He smirked

“I can always grab that collar? Oh you know what I think it’ll go great with the sweater!” You said excitedly

“N-never mind...wait y/n please I was just playing!”

『ℕ𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕂𝕦𝕘𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕚』

You love the holidays just like the next the person..but Nobara, took holiday shopping to an entire new level

You go into the mall at sunrise and won’t return until the streets light have gone out. Gifts were stack on top of gifts, with even more being carried by you and her(mostly you). Even though majority of them were clothes for herself and you, you still however came out with weeping wallet and empty bank account.

Which leads you into this predicament every year.

Mountain of gifts, wrapping paper, bows, and tape laid sprawled out over the floor. Your feet being buried under shiny red, green, and blue wrapping paper as you sigh heavily from exhaustion. Your been wrapping all night, and have only got to about half of the gift and stuffed under you’re already bloated tree. Your girlfriend, hunched over your couch as she searched for the tape she recently just drop as she mumbles to herself. “I told you you bought to much...again.” You sigh pulling some masking tape off you’re coffee table and handing it to her. she huffed and grabbing the tape and landing back on the floor as she goes back to wrapping. Her hair was slightly clipped back with reindeer clippings, allowing to see her cute little pout as she puffed out her cheek In deep concentration. Smiling you walk over to her and settle down beside her. Head leaning on her shoulder as she finished off the last of her load. “what?” She asked, glancing back to you. “Nothing...you just...look so cute all concentrated like that.” You teased reaching over and pinching at her cheek. “I’m always cute darling~.” She sneered back and swat your hand away playful as she grins slightly. You giggle and wrap you arms around her and rest your chin over her shoulder. She hands the box over to you and you turn and place it under the tree. “Hot coco break?” You suggest, “God yes.” Nobara answer back and you both retreat into the kitchen.

The Christmas spirit never really possessing her like others, she selfishly though of herself and only looked forward to the receiving of holiday. Though you came and shattered that little mindset of hers.

It’s been like that since you came into her life. Pushing her pass her limits and getting her to open up more and more. Her normal confident and brash attitude she gives others, melt away when you gaze to her. Her heart goes ramming into her chest and tightening her throat

You had no idea how much of affect you had on her, the holidays a time she looked forward too. Knowing you’ll be by her side singing those annoying Christmas carols or bouncing around like child to bake some Christmas treats

Her gifts now, being about 1/4 for you and the rest for her but I guess some things can’t entirely change others.

“Babe? Who are all those gifts for anyway?” You question

“Me, and about two or three for you.” Nobara answered while sipping over her hot coco. You sigh in defeat

“Y-you never change..”