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dough09 · 2 days ago
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Ignorant
Sae Itoshi x F!reader ------------------------------------------------
Hi im back... or am I? dunno yet. I'm working on a series on wattpad, please check it out if you like Sae and fantasy. I also worked on some other short ffs in the meantime but not sure if I'll post them.
Ps: I feel like this would be such a Sae thing to do..
Sae is a menace. Or so his teammates say. You couldn’t agree more. Not even if he acts absolutely different with you than the rest of the population.
No matter what you wanted, what you did most of the time you needed to spell it out. Rarely, maybe once a  month he did something sweet without mentioning.
Yet this time, your day was already shit. Everything went off track. At the end you made it to your nail appointment even if you were 20 minutes late. Your nail tech didn’t mind luckily. Not only did they love you but you’ve gotten very close over the years. Sae was also busy all day, he couldn’t even text back when you warned him to buy some groceries.
After two hours you were finally at home. The satisfaction of finally kicking your heels down hit your guts. The warmth and the quiet of the building had you swimming in comfort. Reaching for your phone again you saw Sae is still at practice. Your messages still stood on delivered. It couldn’t be helped but this did make you worry.
You were lazing on the couch with your legs up on the armrest. One would judge you for putting your legs in a manspread. It's not like it mattered. It's just you here and no one to see. Soon you heard the door creek. He was home. “I’m back.” he said and dropped his shoes down only to see your figure on the couch. Still the same position. “Welcome back” You said and put your hands out. Hoping he’d see your new nails that were inspired by him.
To no avail. Sae plopped down next to your head and turned on the TV. “Do you want to watch anything?” You were fuming with anger. How dare he not even brush by your hand. How dare he completely ignore you. You mumbled something with frustration lacing in your tone. “What?” He frowned. 
“Nothing, watch whatever.” With that you sat up and reached out to his hand for a last attempt. He interlocked your fingers without looking up and kissed your knuckles. Normally you’d fold over that. But the stupid screen had him in a trance. With a tired sigh you got up and headed to the bedroom. 
Multiple hours went on. Did it not bother him how you stormed out? This is why you are reluctant when it comes to praising him for a good boyfriend. He’s just in his own world. There is only space for one. and it’s football. “Are you hungry? I’m gonna order Japanese food.” He stood at the door. “No.” you glare. “Really? Are you sure you want nothing?” he squinted his brows. There was no way his girlfriend didn’t want anything. Not even her favorites.
But to his surprise you shook your head. “Okay…” His frown deepened and closed the door. You felt like an idiot, of course you wanted snacks. You haven’t eaten anything except one bowl of instant ramen today. Here you were constantly playing with your hand throughout that entire conversation too. It’s like he is deliberately ignoring you. Maybe he really is. Maybe you did something. Maybe he is angry.
What seemed like an eternity passed. The doorbell rang out and you heard Sae answering. “Y/N, the food is here.” He called out after sitting down. 
But it didn’t make sense, why would he say that? You didn’t ask for any. Oh but perhaps he ordered you some regardless. No, that's not Sae. With slight hope remaining you entered the kitchen. He was eating but there was just one portion of food. For him. You decided to sit down next to him and stare at him eating. “You want some?” He asked. Oh no, he probably connected the dots as to why you were watching him. “No, I’m good.” But your stomach betrays you.
 It says the complete opposite and he can’t help but disguise a smile. “I’ll share it with you. But I’m too sore to get another spoon so…” He fed you. You couldn’t complain. He was kind in his own way. 
You tucked your hair behind your ear so you can eat peacefully. That’s when his eyes saw your hand. Those beautiful fingers that he adored. He loved how they massaged his scalp after a long day and he loved the new nails on it each time. “Are those new?” He asked quietly, pointing to your hand. Your eyes went wide.
 You coughed to gather yourself and looked down. Wanting to ignore his piercing gaze. “Yes.” He nodded and took your hand, letting your hair fall. He inspected each nail admiring its pattern. “They look good.” He said and let you go. “Thank you…” This was awkward.
“Will you fill me in on why you say such short sentences? You’re supposed to talk more than me and well, here we are.” He asked tiredly. His fingers grabbed your chin and glared into your eyes. No your soul. “I just… Sae? Did I do something wrong?” You sigh. 
“What?? No? Why?” He genuinely looked dumbfounded. “It’s like you were ignoring me all day, and you weren’t even looking at my messages. Sure maybe you were busy and couldn’t answer but just let me know you saw them or something!!” The words came out without even thinking. You were mad at him. 
“I didn’t get any messages…” He thinks. “No! I wrote you a bunch!! I even told you how I’m late from everywhere because of the stupid traffic.”
By talking and sorting things out it was finally not such a heavy stone on your heart. Like a boulder really rolled down off your shoulders. He didn’t know there were messages because he gave his phone to a teammate on the bench and by the time he got in his car it shut down. The rest he has no excuse for. He is simply not that attentive when it comes to things.
He is one of a kind.
Thank you for reading <3
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starcurtain · 10 months ago
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I love your post so much I love how everything is backed by evidence. I wanted to ask for your opinions on ratio and aventurine's relationship (relationship in general, not necessarily in a romantic sense).
My mind keeps goes back to Aventurine and "Aventurine"'s conversation about Ratio's fake betrayal part of the plan and Aventurine says "Or maybe he wasn't acting at all?". I just keep thinking about how even though Ratio did exactly what he was supposed to do to help the plan succeed, Aventurine can't help but doubt the motives of the person that he's working with even when he does exactly what will benefit his plan. I've just been thinking that maybe it's another part of Aventurine where he can't completely trust anyone. I've seen a lot of post where people state that they had a great deal of trust in each other and that's why the plan succeeded but ignore what that line means for how Aventurine might've felt about it.
And then on Ratio's side of this, I do think he cares about Aventurine's well being but only does what he can to help him because if he tried to force Aventurine to be better, to treat himself better, it wouldn't really change Aventurine's mind on his self if it's for someone else's sake instead of his own. The little flavor text of Ratio's sticker in 2.3 mentioned how he's "just doing what a supporting character should do." which is, supporting the main character I'd think. Ratio does genuinely care for humanity so I can't think the only reason he sticks around Aventurine is "because he makes an interesting conversation partner than most."
I just can't stop thinking about how they're undoubtedly connected for another reason besides just their work, and I am just so curious about what the writers have in mind for their cooperation in the future. sorry for my trash heap ✌️ if this is too incomprehensible I understand not answering it
Okay, the full answer to this ask is over here in a separate post, since I thought it might stretch people's dashes a bit if I didn't, BUT before we get to that, there is one little thing I wanted to say and don't have room for in the other post:
You mention: Aventurine says "Or maybe he wasn't acting at all?" I just keep thinking about how even though Ratio did exactly what he was supposed to do to help the plan succeed, Aventurine can't help but doubt the motives of the person that he's working with even when he does exactly what will benefit his plan.
And while I agree that Aventurine has TRUST ISSUES stamped on his forehead, I also think that a lot of people kind of gloss over one major aspect of the scenes between Aventure and "Future" Aventurine, which is that:
Aventurine spends most of those scenes convinced he's actually talking to a manifestation of Sunday's power.
Aventurine starts off suggesting the "Future" Aventurine is a dream or psychotic hallucination.
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He rejects the idea that "Future" Aventurine is actually himself at all, and asserts that this "Future" figure is a "newborn of the Harmony's power." He even has a throwaway line asking if he's about to become an Emanator of the Harmony himself. (And the Ena-Gaiathra fans rejoiced.)
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Normally I would say that's all there is to this, Aventurine just not wanting to accept this ghostly version of himself and the harsh truths it keeps bringing to light.
But, throughout the entire lead up to the end of 2.1, we get weird moments where the "Future" Aventurine asks for information it should already have. A lot of these are passed off as "Well, I just want to hear you say it yourself!" but... if it's truly Aventurine himself and knows all there is to know about him, why does it need to hear the info from the real Aventurine?
Why do we continually get exchanges that strongly call into question what the "Future" Aventurine even knows?
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And:
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Later:
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(Shouldn't it have already known?)
Repeatedly, the "Future" Aventurine says things that imply it is still learning about the real Aventurine:
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Even up their very last scene together, the "Future" Aventurine was constantly pressing the real Aventurine to reveal every detail of his plan:
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"Future" Aventurine goes through the cornerstone shuffle, guesses at Ratio's involvement, pushes Aventurine to reveal the broken Aventurine cornerstone, asks what tactics Aventurine intends to use to win his gamble, how the IPC fits into all of this, and finally comes to the realization that Aventurine plans to use Acheron to create "death."
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We could go very deep with this and suggest all these weird "Did you or did you not know this information? Are you really me or not?" exchanges are just meant to show Aventurine's doubting nature, that his mind is a mess and that he doesn't, even at his deepest, understand himself, but I don't think the devs did this accidentally. We're being given plausible deniability on purpose.
At the very least, we players are supposed to ask ourselves: Could it be that this really is the Harmony and not Aventurine himself?
Until the very last scene, when "Future" Aventurine completely changes his tune to gentle empathy, real Aventurine is definitely convinced that he's still talking to a manifestation of Sunday's power.
Right after the line about Ratio's betrayal supposedly being real or not, Aventurine is still saying:
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Or, an even clearer indicator that real Aventurine was convinced he was talking to Sunday's manipulations: The "Future" Aventurine is listed as ??? in the dialogue option all the way to the very end, when Aventurine at last accepts that he may be speaking to himself, and the name card finally changes to "Aventurine."
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So, what to make of this line then:
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Personally, I think there's enough dubiousness to the whole situation to suggest that we can't really take this line at face value.
Is Aventurine genuinely doubting Ratio here... or, convinced that he's still talking to the Harmony, is Aventurine scrambling to try to keep the last details of their plan out of Sunday's reach?
If after this line he's still telling "Future" Aventurine to stop stealing information from his mind, can we really expect him to be speaking truth here?
Throughout all of these scenes with "Future" Aventurine, real Aventurine continually refuses to reveal new details about his plot, forcing "Future" Aventurine to fill in the gaps. It's clear from other lines throughout the theme park scenes that Aventurine is intentionally avoiding giving away any specifics that the "Future" doesn't already know:
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So to me, even though I agree that Aventurine has been made into a distrustful person by his traumatic experiences and I think he does doubt the sincerity of everyone around him...
I don't necessarily think this one line about Ratio should be held up as an example of that deep doubt.
I think there's enough suspicion cast on the "Future" Aventurine and its possible connections to the power of the Harmony that many of the things Aventurine says to it might actually be attempts to mislead and distract, so that he can carry his final gamble through without Family intervention.
And I think looking at this line about Ratio from that mindset also introduces an entirely different possibility many people seem to overlook:
Is it out of character for Aventurine to make sure the only person sacrificed in his gambles is himself?
If Aventurine really thought he was talking to a manifestation of Sunday's power, could it be that saying "Maybe Ratio wasn't acting! Maybe he really did betray me!"... wasn't doubt, but an attempt to protect his co-conspirator? To shift the blame away from Ratio and spare him from the fallout if their plan ultimately went awry? To make himself the Family's only target?
I'M JUST SAYIN'!!
Anyway, totally go read the rest of the actual answer about Aventurine and Ratio's relationship now~! It's all posted!
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traumaone · 3 months ago
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pairing: Michael Robinavitch x Senior Resident!Reader
wordcount: 1.8k
warnings: angst, reader is purposefully petty, mentions of robby being an asshole, age gap, mentions of injury (care pile up, car crash), mentions of death
synopsis: Robby loses his temper on you, and you're not quick to forgive, then tragedy strikes, and Robby's not answering his phone
note: some of you may notice that I took down the smut drabble I posted yesterday, I wasn't happy with it, so I took it down, but please accept this in its place. there will be a part two!!
!! not proofread so apologies for any mistakes !!
I’m your attending, and you’re my resident. Act like it.
Robby had spoken those words over a week ago.
It had been in the middle of a close to mass casualty event, a blood soaked emergency room crowded with victims from one of the worst car pile ups you’d ever seen.
You had never performed an emergency c-section before, especially not on someone who had been actively bleeding out. It would’ve taken too long to call an attending in for help, so OB walked you through it over the phone, Garcia assisted, and both the mother and the baby had made it through (relatively) safe and sound. It had been a victory, a save worthy of celebration in the form of too many cocktails, until Robby found out.
He’d given you the grace of scolding you away from prying ears, but that hadn’t lessened the burn. 
Robby had been too harsh, way too harsh.
You lacked discipline, didn’t respect the chain of command, didn’t respect him. When it came down to it, you were too much of a cowboy, too flexible with the rules of medicine. You were ‘too much like Abbot in the worst ways’.
Tears had threatened to spill, burning and insistent, but you’d blinked them back. 
You had avoided his eyes when you’d told him that you had saved more patients today than any other doctor, that you had been the one to pick up the slack when others had faltered, that he had no right to pick and choose when he thought you were qualified enough to handle things on your own.
You had successfully avoided him for the rest of your shift.
Day One
Meet me out front before your shift. Please.
The message comes through just as you leave your apartment building. 
You scare the living daylights out of a flock of pigeons with how hard you slam your door.
You don’t respond to his messages, but you do wait outside the doors to the ED, ten minutes early to your shift, pacing back and forth like a mad woman.
Robby walks up five minutes later, headphones in and sunglasses on. Usually that sight would make your heart flutter, but in this moment, it infuriates you.
“Do you need something, Dr. Robinavitch?” You keep your voice clip, painfully professional.
He flinches, but tucks his sunglasses into the front of his hoodie. “I owe you an apology.”
“Yes, you do.”
Robby sighs. “Tensions were high, I was struggling to keep it together, and I took it out on you. It was completely unfair, and I’m sorry.”
It’s completely genuine, almost heartbreakingly sincere. Somehow, you still don’t completely forgive him.
“Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate it.” Not really. “I guess I’ll see you inside.”
You brush past him before he can get another word in.
Robby follows you through the ER, hot on your heels, but you don’t turn around. You ignore the strange look from Lupe, let the door almost smack him in the face on the way through, skip past your usual morning debrief with Dana and head right towards the nearest patient.
You should forgive him, you know you should. It’s not reasonable to stay so angry about something that had been spoken in the middle of a crisis, but in this moment, you don't care.
You were beyond capable, better than most that had come through this program. Abbot had known that the moment he’d met you, and you thought Robby knew, but maybe he didn’t. He deserved to be ignored, shown the error of his ways, at least for the rest of your shift.
Maybe it’s cruel, but you’re feeling cruel today.
Day Three
He walks through the door with two coffee’s. One completely black, his order, and one with two creams and two sugars, your order.
“Abbot told me you came in early this morning, figured you didn’t have time for a coffee.” It’s a casual lie, an excuse to talk. You never drink coffee before noon.
“Thank you, Dr. Robinavitch.” You don’t take the cup from his hand, don’t even look him in the eye.
Once again, it’s cruel. But you’re still feeling hurt, inadequate. 
Robby pushed his way between you and your desk, nudging your chair back just far enough to step between your knees.
“What can I do to earn your forgiveness?” His eyes are unbelievably warm, and it’s almost enough to make you crack.
“You’re forgiven.” You shrug, reaching around him to grab your coffee. “I’m just working on my ‘respect problem’ you had so much to say about.”
“Buttercup, I-”
“It’s Doctor,” You interrupt, pushing up from your chair till the two of you are almost nose to nose. “or my first name, or nothing. Respect goes both ways”
Robby doesn’t back down, and neither do you. It’s tense, probably awkward for many of the nearby bystanders, but it’s the closest he’s been to you in days. He smells incredible, spices, leather, and the slightest hint of antiseptic . He always smells good, but something about being upset with him seems to elevate it.
“Pull it together, you two.” Dana calls out, a phone pinned between her ear and shoulder. “Incoming trauma, two minutes out.”
“On it.” Robby responds, his eyes not once leaving yours. “Buttercup’s leading.”
You all but stomp towards the ambulance bay, annoyance weighing down your shoulders.
“Am I actually leading this, or are you going to take over the minute the patient comes through?”
“Oh, this is all you.” Robby hands are harsh as they tie the back of your gown. “I’m not even gloving up.”
“Let's see how long that lasts.”
Robby, surprisingly, stays true to his word. He hovers by the door, hands behind his back, and doesn't question your decisions. You stabilize the patient in record time, handing them off to the nurses with a strange sense of satisfaction boiling in your stomach.
You turn towards Robby, a cocky smirk on your lips as you tear off your gloves. “See how incredible I am when I’m not being pestered by questions?”
Robby laughs, rough and deep. 
“Believe me,” He whispers under his breath, his eyes locked on you as you practically strut out of the trauma room. “I’m well aware of how incredible you are.”
Day Five
“I’m covering Parker on the night shift for the next couple days.”
Robby pauses. “And who’s going to be covering you?”
“You have Langdon, Collins, Mckay, and Mohan, not to mention King, Santos, Javadi, and Whitaker. You don’t need me here.”
“Sure, but I want you here.”
You frown. “No you don’t. I’m not being nice to you this week.”
“No, you’re not,” Robby agrees. “But that doesn’t mean I want you gone.”
“I appreciate that,” You do, really. “But I want to be gone for a little bit.”
“If Abbot were here he’d be telling us to talk out our problems.”
You laugh. “Then let’s be glad he’s not.”
Day Seven
Two days later, you’re somehow back where you started, covered in blood, surrounded by patients in need of treatment, but Robby’s not there, unreachable, actually, and it’s driving you insane.
Abbot tells you a transport crashed through a nearby cafe, decimated the entire building and grievously injured around thirty people. You ask the name of the cafe out of pure curiosity, and Abbot says The Filter. It’s ridiculously overpriced for drinks that aren’t even that good, but it’s Robby’s favorite.
Every sunday night since you met him, Robby has sat in one of the window seats of that cafe, drinking a cup of expensive tea, and decompressing before heading home. And tonight is sunday night, Robby  just handed his patients over to Abbot, and bid you both goodbye before heading for the same cafe that had just been taken out by a transport, and he’s not answering his phone.
You’ve been unbelievably immature all week, taken out your frustrations on him, and now he might be gone. He might’ve died thinking you hated him.
Medical work is done through deep breaths and the threat of tears. You check every patient's face for too long, hoping not to recognise his features beneath the blood and debrief. He doesn’t come through the ambulance bay, and he doesn’t call.
Once all the patients are stable, Abbot sends you out for air and you don’t fight him. You shed your gown and gloves, slipping your sweater back on, and wander through the maze of gurneys till the fresh air hits your face.
Your throat is so tight you can hardly breath, and still, the screen of your phone is blank. No missed calls, no texts, not even an email.
You can hear the sound of feet scuffing on pavement, but you don’t look up. It’s probably a paramedic returning to their rig, a nurse coming out for a smoke break, a-
“Did you guys get everything handled, or do you still need help in there?”
It’s Robby’s voice, rough, and warm, and so familiar it makes you want to cry, and you do.
“You’re…” Your voice breaks. He’s in front of you, standing tall and completely intact, his brows furrowed in concern and confusion when he catches sight of the tears streaming down your face.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
You can only respond in sobs, your chest aching as the tears you’d been forcing back all night finally come free. Robby pulls you against him, his face buried in your hair as he whispers quiet hushes. You cling to him, press your head to his chest and cry even harder when you hear the steady beat of his heart.
“I thought you were dead.” Your words come out in a hoarse whisper, muffled against the fabric of his shirt.
“Why would I be dead?”
“The transport crashed through the cafe you go to every Sunday, and you weren’t answering your phone.” You choke back another sob, desperate to get your words out. “I thought you were going to die thinking I was mad at you.”
“Oh… Oh, I'm so sorry.” He holds you tighter, running a hand through your hair in an attempt to calm you, but it only makes you worse.
“You have nothing to apologise for, I was being ridiculous.” You pull away, wiping your nose on your sleeve.
“That’s not ridiculous, I would’ve gone down the same road.” Robby keeps his hands on your shoulders, reluctant to let go of you.
You look up at him, tears brimming your eyes, but you blink them away. “I’m sorry.”
Robby smiles, far too fondly for how you’re guessing you look right now. “I know.”
You stare at each other in a few seconds of comfortable silence before speaking again. “Everything’s mostly handled inside, we just have to get our shit together and prepare for the rest of the night.”
“I’ll come inside and help.” 
“You don’t need to.” You try to argue, but it’s half-hearted.
“I know,” Robby nods, his hand lifting to wipe a few stray tears from your cheek. “But I want to.”
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neodazed · 23 days ago
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enhypen - boudoir polaroids
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ot7!xfem!reader - showing them the polaroids of your boudoir photoshoot
boudoir: captures sensual, intimate, and often erotic images of a subject in a private setting
warnings: husband!enha, photos taken during sexual acts (solo), masturbation, recording, use of “slut��, brief anal sex, implied unproctected p in v, oral (f), tons of nasty shit i won’t spoil, lingerine, mdni, def longer than the other ones, not proofread
idea belongs to this lovely anon. interpented it in my own way somewhat, so it’s not 100% factually accurate lol. masterlist
HEESEUNG
Heeseung, your brand new husband — the most pussy-clenching title he’s ever worn, probably.
Ever since he became your fiancé, till now, he has been extra, super hot. Has been fucking you even rougher, better, like a good little wife should be fucked (by his words).
So this thing you decided to do, now it was like the perfect answer to that, the perfect sign of devotion.
You hand your brand-new husband an envelope—pretty cream paper, little gold wax seal, soft smile on your face like “open it later, okay?”
And Heeseung waits, as long as his curiousity let’s him. Then later, when he finds himself alone for some minutes, he opens it. You, taking your makeup off in the bathroom, can hear the paper rustling, and you smile at your reflection, waiting.
Silence.
Until he goes
‘Come here’
You gently open the bathroom door, and walk back into your bedroom. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, a stack of little polaroids spread out on his lap. The look he gives you, is dark. Well, expected, because the photos are mostly close-ups of you…
— with your mouth open, two fingers shoved down your throat, gloss smudged
— you in a bridal white, fingering yourself with those same two fingers
— one with a toy, pink and cruelly realistic, barely halfway in – your eyes rolled back, thighs clenched
— one that appears to be a final shot, biting down on your veil, looking like you’re reaching your orgasm
And Heeseung?
Just processing.
Because his wife did this. For him. Because you posed like a full-on pornstar, hours before you walked down the aisle.
‘How many of these are there?’ ‘Who took them?’ ‘Where’s the rest?’
But he doesn’t actually give you the chance to explain or answer. He orders you to get on the bed. He’s already rock hard in his pants, and he is determined.
‘Wanna recreate this one.’ He holds up the shot of you with your fingers in your mouth and the toy barely inside you. His favorite.
‘But this time, you’re gonna fuck yourself on my fingers, and better keep your eyes on me the whole time.’
Obviously, it’s a sleepless night.
Doesn’t fuck you immediatelly, no, he makes you study the pictures with him.
‘Did you cum before or after taking this one?’
‘Did it feel as good as my cock?’
‘Don’t you think this is more slut than wife-material?’
And when he finally fucks you, it’s mean. No mercy, no patience, just using you to his own desires.
‘This how you looked when you came all over that toy?’
‘You wanna give me more pictures, baby? I want the ones you were too shy to include.’
JAY
It only suits you that you had a damn argument one day into your honeymoon with Jay. Maybe your plans and wants didn’t align perfectly, and the post-wedding stress was still wearing off. Jay was cold. Distant. Didn’t even say goodnight properly.
So the next day, you toss him an envelope across the bed like
‘Peace offering. Take it or leave it.’
Jay opens it like he’s giving you a favor, chin high and movements full of spite. But the second he sees the first photo?
You. His wife. In white lace. On her knees. Sucking a finger like it’s his cock. His reaction is immediate, his throat pushes out an almost choking like sound, and his whole body stiffens. Well, expect his hands which he uses to flip through some of the pictures.
One with you bent over, wedding veil still on, looking back at the camera while your hand disappears under your panties.
Another with your bra pushed under your tits and one hand squeezing lube out onto a toy off-frame.
He sits in silence for a minute. Hand on his thigh. Breathing steady.
Then folds the photos back into the envelope neatly… and comes to find you.
You’re brushing your hair or something casual when you hear his voice behind you:
‘You gave these to me just to get out of apologizing, didn’t you?’
You smirk. ‘Did it work?’
Jay comes up behind you, grabs your hips a little too hard, and leans in to your ear like:
‘You know what works better than an apology?’ He tosses the envelope onto the vanity table — ‘Giving me the real show. On your knees. Now.’
He makes you recreate every shot. Expect, this time he is behind the lens, using his phone camera to make himself even more intimate material.
‘Yes, that’s my perfect wife.’
‘Gonna save this one. Maybe send it to you next time you try to walk away from a fight.’
JAKE
Jake is the most grateful man alive on your wedding night. You could show up in sweatpants and he’d cry and pop a boner right away. But like with most things, you top his imaginations by far.
You pull out the pink envelope, decorated with a little bow in the middle. Slide it over to him on the bed, like it’s no big deal at all.
‘You should open it after your shower, babe.’
He opens it in the warm glow of the hotel lamp, fresh out the shower, towel on his hips — and he just stops breathing. Like genuinely. Just blinks. Stares. Gets real quiet. Because the first glimpse he gets, just a little part, already screams perfect. You’re layed out on soft sheets, pale ivory lingerine panties barely covering your folds. His mouth waters. Lot more of that kind. Some thigh-focused ones, some of you slobbering over your fingers and fingering yourself with the other.
The best one, though? (If gun to his head, he was forced to choose one).
It’s a close-up. Your fingers spreading yourself open, all slick and swollen. A heart-shaped lollipop resting just against your clit. Your hand holding it. His love for pussy and his habit of oral fixation are being stimulated through his eyes.
You’re in the bathroom brushing your teeth, and all you hear is, ‘Baby please come here. Right now. Please.’ In the neediest voice possible.
You walk out and he’s on his knees on the floor. Literal towel pitched up, photos spread out around him.
And when you smile and go — ‘I thought you’d like them. Do you? — he just whines.
Not groans. Not moans. Whines.
‘Are you crazy? I’m already so in love with you I could die, but this is literally attempted murder!’
Then he pulls you into his lap, kissing all over you, your lips, your neck, your breasts, going down on your stomach…
‘Fuck, I love you. I love you so much…’
SUNGHOON
You were sneaky with it. You gave him the envelope with a sweet smile, like you’re handing over a hand-written love letter rather than the dirty content it was hiding.
‘Hope you like them, Love.’
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow but takes it, fingers careful, gaze suspicious. He opens it while you’re brushing your hair.
Starting off strong, the first photo is you on your side, gripping your tit with one hand and pulling your panties aside with the other, head tilted almost innocently, but eyes filled with lust. Then a bunch of other positions, showing off your silky lingerine and delicate curves, always teasing what’s beneath but never displaying it fully.
And Sunghoon — Sunghoon does not react well.
He stands up, envelope in hand, and walks over to you with that same dead-calm expression. Slow and collected.
‘Who took these?’
‘What?’ You blink up at him.
‘The photos. Who the fuck took them?’
Though he’s not even close to being loud, you still stutter, seeing the tension on the veins on his neck, the way he grips the paper, trying not to crumble it entirely.
‘I-I took them myself, of course. Timer. I set it up. Just me. I swear.’
At that, his whole body relaxes. He might even flash a little relieved smile.
Then.
‘Get your ass on the bed.’
At first, he’s cold. No kisses, no nothing. He trips you naked, and studies the polaroids while playing with your body in real time.
‘Spread your legs. No, wider.’
And when he thinks it’s good enough (like he actually gave a fuck about how accurate it is), he grabs his phone and starts taking his own shots.
No warning. No direction, only
‘You want to give me photos? Fine. Give me new ones. Better ones. Real ones.’
‘You think your little solo pics could compare to this?’
‘You’ll look even better when I’ve filled you up.’
SUNOO
You slide it over while you two are cuddling on the honeymoon bed. You’re in a fluffy robe, bare legs over his lap, and he’s scrolling his phone when you whisper
‘I made you something. Open it after I shower, okay?’
Sunoo nods softly, excited but also curious about what could you have come up with.
But baby.
The moment he opens that envelope?
He lets out a scream.
Like a literal, hand-over-mouth, spine-curved squeal.
Because inside of that, it’s you, in a strappy white set, veil slightly off your hair, pink gloss on your lips, sucking your fingers while side-eyeing the camera like a whole whorehouse with a coquette dresscode.
One where your legs are closed on top of each other, but with your palm inside of them, obviously teasing your clit (he can just tell by looking at your face on it).
But the worst for him? Probably the one where you’re pressing your shiny little cunt down on his pillow.
‘You’re evil.’
‘How dare you be this sexy.’
‘You’re not fucking real. What kind of slutty wife does this?’ While he’s already palming his cock.
When you go over to him, giggling, saying it’s not that big of a deal, he just pushes you down on the bed.
‘No. You don’t get to act all casual after doing this to me, baby.’
After that, it’s a mess of giggles and recreating the ones he liked the most. Calls you “my beautiful wife”, “my good little girl”, and “my pretty slut” in the same ten minutes.
Sticks one of the Polaroids to the headboard like a shrine while he eats you out.
‘Just to see how much messier you can get when it’s me who makes you cum.’
JUNGWON
You hand Jungwon the envelope while you’re still glowing from the wedding night — robe slipping down your shoulders, bare thighs brushing his under the covers.
‘I made something for you’
He tilts his head to the side, like a confused little cat.
‘What’s in it?’
‘You’ll see’ Kissing his cheek. Then you stand in front of him, wanting the full, unfiltered first reaction you’ve been itching for.
Jungwon opens it.
Then he goes feral.
Cause every picture looks like you’ve carved the blurry image of them right out of the depths of his mind (which you might have, by how deeply you know and understand him).
Of course, you know he’s a tit-addict. And the photos feed right into that obsession.
You pushing your tits into the camera, covered by the prettiest white bras he’d ever seen. Gripping them, caressing them. With your bra off, looking into the camera with the deadliest doe eyes, licking off frosting (from God knows where) from your fingers, then circle around your nipple with the same one.
One picture of you rubbing your clit and wetting your sweet pussy, followed by smearing your own slick (then cum) all over your chest.
His mouth parts. He stares at them one by one, then flips through again. Ears red. So hard it’s painful.
‘Do you like them?’ You ask with a smile.
In a second, you’re under him, while he’s practically feasting off your boobs, rubbing your cunt with his hand, muttering shit like
‘Were you thinking about me while you did this?’
‘You want new ones? Want me to take them while I fuck these perfect tits?’
And he does.
Set up his phone on video mode while you’re straddling his lap, tits bouncing as he thrusts up into you.
Perfection.
RIKI
You hand Riki the envelope during the car ride back from the ceremony. He’s in the passenger seat. You’re still glowing and giggling, playing with your ring.
‘Open this at the hotel.’ And Riki just shrugs like whatever, tucks it into his jacket.
Later that night, you’re changing into something special in the bathroom, when he remembers he has it and opens it, not expecting to be flashed.
You in a white thong, back arched, pearls laying down your spine, heels still on. His favorite position, his favorite curve. Literally framed like art. It starts off like this?!
The second one might be even better though.
You bent over, panties pulled halfway down your thighs, ass cheek lifted so you can get your fingers underneath. Flash lighting up your thighs, gloss on your lips, veil around your shoulders. Looking like a fucking Goddess.
Polaroids from that position, with your finger teasing both holes, with toys rubbing over them, pearls on your spine, all pretty for him.
There’s one photo, which is…different than the rest.
No face, no pearls, no lingerine, no veil.
Just you, on your belly, knees spread, panties off, and your hands reaching back to pull your cheeks apart. The flash puts a delicious focus of the curve of your spine, ending in the most intimate, shameless shot of your tightest hole on full display — puckered, pink, just a little shiny.
Like you’d already played with it.
Like you prepared it just for him.
In that perfect little black polaroid border, you scribbled in sharp letters
“Next time, it’s yours<3”
Riki doesn’t smile. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t even move for a solid ten seconds.
Just stares. Blinks once. Closes the envelope. And then knocks on the bathroom door.
‘Babe. Come out.’
You peek out in a silk robe, small nightgown under, and his gaze goes straight down.
‘Hands on the bed. Just like that photo.’
He drops his pants, and gets behind you. Grabs your hips with so much harshness like he’s mad. Then pauses — cause you have the nerve to giggle.
‘You liked them?’
‘Stop talking.’
Then he spits on your back and watches as it slides down in between your cheeks. Your hole, it’s still open for him. Those damn pictures were freshly taken, with this exact purpose. To get him to fill you there.
So he pushes in. No more prep, no more teasing, just raw pleasure.
‘Gonna stretch it for me properly, baby’
‘You made it look so pretty… wanna see it twitch when I cum inside.’
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Jealousy: Haikyuu! x Reader
Warnings: Rated X. This content is intended for readers ages 18 years or older. Minors, do not interact.
Featuring: Tetsuro Kuroo. Kenma Kozume. Kotaro Bokuto. Keiji Akaashi. Fem!Reader.
Contains: Posessive behavior. Jealousy. Fingering. Oral sex (F receiving). P in V sex. Edging. Praise. Exhibitionism. Public sex.
Summary: The boys all know that you love them. Your relationship is special and important, and you've never given them any reason to distrust you. But even still, everyone has insecurities. Everyone gets jealous sometimes. Here's how they react when that jealousy starts to flare up over you.
Author's Note: This is written post-timeskip. All characters are written to be adults.
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Tetsuro Kuroo
Kuroo is one possessive motherfucker. At least, compared to the rest of the people on this list. 
He’s happy to always let you have your space, your friends, anything you need.
But the moment he feels like another guy might end up in first place?
Absolutely the fuck not.
There was no reason for Kuroo to worry. He knew it. You knew it. But the moment one of your coworkers started giving you a ride home, he decided things were getting a little too friendly. 
And he would never demand 100% of your time, your attention. That just wasn’t the kind of guy Kuroo was, and it wasn’t realistic anyway. You were a person. You deserved to have your friends, your family, your space, your fun. 
But you were his. And he was going to make sure it was drilled into your head before the night was over. 
“Please, Tetsu–” you all but whined. You didn’t know how long you’d been underneath him at this point. Your entire body was flushed with pleasure. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even come up with words. You had gotten so close at least a dozen times. A dozen edges that felt like a hundred. 
All because of his hands.
Kuroo had his fingers buried inside you now. He’d had them on your clit just minutes ago, though after edging three times it certainly felt like hours. Now, he had your two favorites stuffed inside you, pressing against all your inner buttons and making your head spin. 
“Aww, baby’s being so patient, aren’t you?” Tetsuro purred on his knees in front of you, his free hand pinning your hips to the bed with a bruising grip. “What do you think, princess? If I let you come right now, ‘re you gonna make a mess all over me?”
You knew what he wanted, knew that he wanted you to squirt. But you had only ever done it once for him, and it was a long time ago, when you were both a little too tipsy to care about having to change the sheets afterward. But now? Now, you weren’t sure if you could. 
“You’re still thinking too much, babygirl,” Kuroo said, his voice low and nurturing despite the filthy squelching sounds that his fingers were making inside your ruined pussy. “Eyes on me, princess.” It was a command disguised as a gentle coaxing. Your eyes, glazed over with pleasure and the effort to hold back your orgasm, finally met Tetsuro’s. “There’s my pretty girl,” he purred. 
The imaginary cord inside of you was wound so tight over and over, and you could tell it was about to snap, permission or no. 
“Whose are you, sweet girl?” Kuroo asked. He needed to hear you say it–to make you say it.
Your eyes widened a little bit as you realized, he really might not let you come. “Tets–”
“I said, whose are you?” he repeated. When you still couldn’t seem to find the words, his eyes darkened in that dominant way that only his could manage. “Answer, or I’ll edge you again.”
The edges of panic crept into your mind. You couldn’t handle being edged again. You were already so sensitive. “Yours! Yours, Tetsuro, I’m yours,” you chanted frantically, hoping that this time he’e actually let you come. 
“That’s fucking right,” Kuroo praised. “Now, come. And make a mess all over this fucking bed.”
Kenma Kozume
Honestly, Kenma’s not usually a jealous person. 
He knows you love him, and you’ve never given him a reason not to trust you.
Just like anyone else, though, there are little insecurities. 
And rather than getting possessive or angry, he just finds himself reminding you of all the reasons you keep him around.
It should’ve been such a simple interaction, really. 
You’d left your wallet on the train when you were on your way home. Someone had found it and had been kind enough to meet up with you in a coffee shop and return it. Kenma had even agreed to go with you, even though there wasn’t much he could’ve done in the way of protecting you. He had seen the entire interaction happen. There was nothing suspicious. You hadn’t even touched the man who came to return your wallet, hadn’t seemed to flirt or even bat your eyes in his direction. 
But he was tall. Extremely tall. Not that it normally mattered. But he also might’ve been handsome to some people, Kenma guessed, and his voice kind of sounded like warm butter when he spoke. And he was so kind, and your smile was so pretty when you looked up at him. But your smile was always pretty, especially when you were looking at Kenma. And it didn’t matter. 
But it did. 
Kenma wasn’t even really aware of what he was doing. But he spent the rest of the day doing whatever you wanted, his entire focus on you. He took you for lunch, then ice cream. He took you to your favorite little used bookstore, and he even stopped for a coffee on the way home.
And now, as the sun was setting outside your shared apartment, he was kneeling on the floor in front of your couch with his lips attached between your thighs. Kenma suckled sweetly on your clit, fingers kneading the squishy plush of your hips. His tongue dipped inside to taste your wetness before his lips returned to your clit. You’re his, you’re his, you’re so his. 
He wasn’t really sure if he was convincing you or himself.
Kenma fully moaned against your pussy as he tasted you, completely enraptured by the sight of your back arching in response to the pleasure he was giving you.. His tongue always made you dizzy. Your hands carded through his hair, continuously brushing it out of his face for him as he devoured you.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper. The desire practically rolled off of you in waves. The buildup was completely delicious, making time seem to slow down around you. 
“So good… So perfect…” you told Kenma, looking down at him between your thighs. Your voice was husky, dripping with your need, and the words poured out of your mouth before your brain could even think to stop them. Not that you would’ve stopped him anyway. Kenma was perfect, and you were going to let him know that. 
Kenma whimpered under your praise, his tongue flickering over your clit in that way he knows you love so much. Your back arched again–fuck, you were pretty when you did that. 
“Baby… please, don’t stop…” you begged, your voice little more than a breathy moan as you got closer to that high you needed so badly. 
But he pulled his lips away. Your head fell back against the sofa cushions, and you let out an extended whine. “Not yet,” Kenma said, his breathing heavy and his voice raspy. You watched him let his pants and boxers fall to the floor, his dick hard and aching like you’d never seen before. 
You whimpered again at the sight. “Kenma,” you whined, “I was so close.”
“I said, not yet,” Kenma said again. His cock slid through your folds, coating himself in your liquid arousal. “This pussy is mine. And I’ll do what I want with it.”
Kotaro Bokuto
When Bokuto gets jealous, he just gets unbelievably sad. 
He’s not usually a possessive guy.
But he just loves having all of your attention. 
So sometimes, when you’ve had your attention on another guy, he just needs to be reminded that you love him, too.
Was he fucking pouting? 
You’d been out with your boyfriend all day, seemingly having a good time. And then you struck up an extended conversation with the barista at your local coffee shop, someone you’d become very friendly with because of your frequent visits. He’s a little too cute for Bokuto’s comfort. 
Really, he wasn’t trying to be short with you. It was just a few comments that came out harsher than he intended. Some indifference here, some feigned boredom there. It was a recipe for disaster, you thought. And you couldn’t figure out why. You’d been having a perfectly normal day together. Actually, it was one of the better days, because there was no practice, no travel. Just the two of you, going out grocery shopping.
It wasn’t until after you got home that you realized what exactly was going on. When you were watching TV, Bokuto laid his head in your lap, his arms clinging to your waist, his face buried into your stomach. You laced your fingers into his hair and called him cute, and you saw the tiny, proud smile that he tried to hide by nestling further into your belly.
That was how you ended up here. 
You straddled Kotaro’s lap, his cock buried inside you to the hilt. He was sitting on the bed, his back propped up against the headboard. “Fuck, you feel so good,” you said, starting to move your hips in your need to relieve the pressure low in your belly. “You fit me so perfectly.”
Bokuto’s hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh on your hips. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you rode him, your pace slow and deliberate, as if making some sort of point. But fuck you were so gorgeous, your tits bouncing ever so slightly as you rode. Your hands perched on his shoulders to keep your balance. Your eyebrows pinched together. Your lip was caught between your teeth. Tiny little whimpers were escaping your lungs. Everything about you was so beautiful and gorgeous, and you were undeniably his and–
Oh, he thought. 
But the thought didn’t stop him, didn’t make him falter for even a second. His hips started rising to meet yours with every thrust, forcing you to ride him faster. “That’s it,” Kotaro said through his teeth, one of his strong hands sliding up your side and gripping your breast. “That’s it. Keep goin’, yeah? Keep fuckin’ yourself on my cock.”
Bokuto’s lewd ramblings made you dizzy as his dick hit just the right spot inside you and kept hitting it. You let out absolutely the most sinful moan as you got closer to the high you wanted, the one you needed him to give you. “Fuck, don’t stop… Need more,” you moaned, leaning your forehead against his. 
“I’m not stopping. You close?,” Bokuto says, still flexing his hips to fuck up into you, forcing his own pace over the two of you. You nod in answer. “Yeah, that’s it. Come for me. That’s my girl.”
Keiji Akaashi
Akaashi is an overthinker. 
So while he isn’t necessarily jealous or possessive, he definitely does overthink things a lot.
And he isn’t afraid to call you out when he thinks you’re being a little too friendly with someone else.
Not that he thinks you would ever leave him. He’s just going to remind you why.
Thinking back on it, you could see why Akaashi did what he did. 
You’d been out to dinner. Not just any dinner. Your anniversary dinner. He had made a reservation. You’d gotten dressed up. He was ready to wine and dine you all evening, to spoil you all night the way you deserved.
And then he showed up.
Some guy you’d gone on a couple of dates with before Keiji was even in the picture happened to see you from across the room. And the idiot had the audacity to come speak to you like Akaashi wasn’t even there. 
And he wasn’t angry at you. God, no. Akaashi let you handle things your way. You were short in your responses, and when you finally introduced Keiji as your boyfriend and mentioned it was your anniversary, the guy finally left the two of you alone for the night. 
It didn’t stop him from overthinking the entire evening though. 
If things had been the other way around, if one of his exes had shown up on your anniversary date, he would’ve told her she was ruining his date. He would’ve said she needed to learn to read the room. He would’ve kissed you right in front of her for good measure. 
He supposed that wasn’t what would’ve actually happened. And he supposed you probably just didn’t want to make a scene in the middle of the restaurant. So he wasn’t really angry with you. God, he was never angry with you, especially once you flashed him that pretty smile…
After dinner, he brought you out to the parking lot, supposedly to drive you home. But he smirked and guided you into the backseat, where he pulled you onto his lap and kissed you like you were the only oxygen in the entire world.
It wasn’t long until you were a tangle of limbs and tongues and teeth. Akaashi had pulled your dress and bra down, your pebbled nipple caught in his mouth. He had pulled his cock out of his pants and shoved it inside you, pushing your panties aside and thrusting into you in one fell swoop. 
God, you were pretty like this. You were pretty always, Keiji couldn’t deny that. But your face was heated from the pleasure. Your dress was hiked up around your waist. One of your tits was hanging out of your dress. And fuck you felt so good wrapped around him, your hands perched on his shoulders as you awkwardly rode him in the back seat of his car. 
“Keiji…” you whined, the tone of your voice betraying just how good it felt to have him inside you. “I’m… so… close…”
Akaashi only hummed his approval against your nipple. He wouldn’t dare stop now. Not when you were right on the cusp of coming on him in the middle of this parking garage. Fuck, you were so hot. He kept rolling his hips to meet yours as you rode him, his tongue delicately swirling around your nipple. 
What you didn’t see was Akaashi locking eyes with the man who interrupted your date earlier. Your eyes were screwed shut and your head was thrown back in as you reached your peak. So your ex knew it was you, but you never got a chance to see him. 
As the guy walked away, Akaashi let go of your nipple and replaced his mouth with his hand, his thumb circling your peak. “That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s my girl.”
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everlastingserenitys · 1 month ago
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My Summer Disaster!
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summ. for one whole summer you couldn’t find the man who changed your whole night, until one job interview…
pairing. sylus x f!reader cw. boss!sylus, office sex, p in v, creampie, needy sylus, hes masked, teasing, being loud, pwp HELP, tara mentioned, fingering, hes kinda sensitive, summer fling, 2.6k wc (sobs), not proofread a/n. haven't written for my husband in a hot minute i'm sorry also im so busy I mighhtttt not post for another two weeks :(
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“Please…just tell me your name” You beg, riding yourself against the mysterious man in front of you.
But he only chuckled in response and continued to ram in you, subtly changing the topic as you were too dazed to comprehend what was going on.
“Come on.. if y-you’re wearing a mask…ngh..”
You brought your fingers to the light mask resting on his face, tracing the shine that reflected through the dim light and pulled away every strand of self control you had to just pull his stupid mask off.
But when a surprise thrust awakened you from your thoughts, you immediately wrapped your hands around his large arms, nails digging deep in his skin, sinking in the flesh as you were practically holding onto him for dear life.
“Stay focused, sweetie.” He warned, a short catch of a breath caught up seconds after he said that. And it was painfully obvious he was close, but for some reason you knew he was holding back but didn’t know why he wasn’t just finishing.
“Why do you have to wear a mask—hngh I-if we're never gonna see each other after this, huh?”
The question seemed to deflate his mood and he only responded with silence before continuing, “fine then, here.” he leaned in closer and tapped on his mask, indicating for you to take it off.
And so you do, sliding the material off of his face and eyes widen at the sight, the beautiful sight of him. Silverish locks falling against his sides, red ruby iris glaring at you with a hint of something laced in them, you were so starstruck that this man wanted to see you?
“Jus’ gonna stare?” he chuckled, hands sliding down your sides and raising you up as he started sliding himself out of you, and before you could answer, another powerful thrust was sent straight through your body.
You gasp in shock, back arching at the pleasure, you could only give back murmured responses. The thing was, this man was one you’ve never seen before and to think that he’s with you for the night made you feel something.
“Well...” you mumbled, sliding your fingers through his hair, playing with the lightly damp strands before directing your fingers lower. Warm fingertips, tracing every curve of his face, lingering on the bridge of his nose for a few moments before they soon reached his plump lips.
“I mean who could not look away?” confidence laced your voice which only made you want to push your limits, tease him further.
His eyes dart to your lower body, and you could feel him twitching inside you, silently trying to hold himself back, and as much as you wanted him to hold back and keep going, your legs were aching. This was probably the third round you both were at it for.
“Now, tell me your name.” you whisper, dragging your finger even lower, stopping at Adam's apple, lightly toying with it as you watch his reaction intently, and the sounds coming out of his mouth were nothing you expected.
He ducked his flushed face, trying to pry your hand away but it seemed like he was begging for more, nuzzling his face in your hands and groaning before responding, “Sylus. Happy?” the last word came out in a low whisper and he pulled away momentarily.
“You seem pretty confident now, huh? Watch where those fingers go.” he breathed, a low chuckle slipping away moments later, and you of course didn't listen to him and slid your fingers lower and lower, until you reached the right spot, his weak spot.
A surprised moan left his lips and his grip tightened on you, increasing the pace momentarily. You dance your fingers around his collarbone and then to his chest, toying with him like he was a puppet.
His sounds grew louder, vibrating and echoing through the room at every touch. You only grin in response and continue your antics until a menacing growl escaped his lips, he peered his eyes to you, a glow of red shined at you and before you could continue any further a jolt of shock washed through you.
“Wha-”
Sylus plopped his head on your shoulder and slowly pulled out of you, his hot breath ghosting over your skin as he tried to catch his breath, steadying it in a smooth rhythm before pulling away and staring at the mess pooling down you.
“That was…good.”
You chuckle in response and fall against the bed, breathing heavily. His hands clasps your knee and he slowly spreads your legs apart leaning in closer, fingers dancing over your leaking cunt. A low whimper escapes your lips and you wrap your hand around his neck, pulling him closer.
“Worry about that later…” you mumble, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck, not wanting to let go a second of this moment.
“Nope, let’s get cleaned first, then we can do whatever you want for the last night we have together.”
And that was the last time you saw Sylus.
Exactly one summer ago.
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“I’m getting fired?! Seriously?”
Just when you thought your life was perfectly fine, it felt like a brick was thrown at you and luck was betraying you by the hour.
An angry sigh left your lips and you picked up your bag, walking out the building without getting an explanation as to why you got fired. But it was fine, all you had to do was get another job, it shouldn’t be hard…right?
When you get back to your house you immediately pull out your phone and call your only friend who actually put you onto that job you got fired from.
“Tara! I swear–”
“Hey, hey, calm down. What's up?” she asked, her voice filled with a hint of concern.
“I got fired,” you sigh, plopping your head on your desk as your phone rests on your ear, listening to the white noise echoing through your speakers. Tara was silent for a moment, a sound of hesitation slipped through her voice as she was trying to pick up the right words to make you feel better.
“Really?” she sighed, sadness laced over her bubbly voice and another exasperated sigh left her lips. You hum in response, about to speak but she interrupted again.
“Oh wait! I know someone you could try going to, hold on let me get his…” the rest of her words left in a haze and you weren’t sure if it was even worth going to the new job.
“Agh! I can’t find the boss's contact information but I found another person who you could ask to set an interview with.”
A text message alerted you through your phone and you decided to go along with this little experiment, only going for the interview–if you get it, and hoping you get the job.
“Thanks.”
Once the call ended momentarily, you sent over your resume and cover letter to the company and closed your laptop shut when you finished, waiting for a few days to pass.
And during those few days you were going insane by the second. You kept pacing around your room, checking your laptop every ten minutes, gripping onto your hair, the strands falling off if you pulled on it too hard, you were just going crazy.
But that feeling soon stopped when you were hanging out with Tara at a little cafe, drinking and talking about what not until a bzz vibrated through your pockets. You pulled out your phone and noticed you got an email back from the company, asking you for an interview.
“Finally!” you cheer, smashing your head against your palms as a tried, victorious groan left your lips.
“It’s only been a few days and you’ve been freaking out as if they rejected you.” Tara teased, hitting the end of her drink against your ducked head, making you flinch at the cold touch.
“Well how am i supposed to trust you after I got fired from my previous job?”
Tara only chuckled in response, biting the tip of her straw before shrugging, “I mean, why did you get fired?”
“Not sure, I left before they could explain.”
“Haha, okay. When's your interview? Wanna practice with me?” she suggested. Intrigued, you nod and get up from your seat, Tara following suit and the two of you headed back to your place.
And you practiced the hell out of those practice interviews. Tara acted like five different types of interviewers so you knew how to react with each one.
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As you headed to your interview you couldn’t help but feel very nervous, despite practicing a bunch of times the nervous feeling kept sinking in you the closer you got to the building. And before you knew it, you were already parked in the lot.
Your fingers gripped on the wheel and you rushed out of your car, heading in the building.
Immediately you were met with a guard in a mask walking towards you, asking for your name and why you were here.
You give him your information and the eyes of his mask lit up before he nodded and started walking ahead, indicating for you to follow.
You follow the masked man and after a short walk the two of you stood in front of a fancy door, the edges of the frame tainted in a rusted gold, the doorknob shining at you as you inched your hand closer and closer to the material.
“Boss should be in there,” the masked man bowed and raised his head, nodding at the door letting you in. and the second you walked into the door you were met with a man sitting across the table with…a mask?
A mask that you swore you recognized.
You step towards the chair adjacent to the man and he waves his hand at the chair letting you take it.
A beat of silence echoed through the room before a cold chuckle vibrated through you. You peer your head up at the man and slowly tilt it to the right, there was something about the way he laughed that it was something you’ve heard before.
“Let’s get started shall we?”
And, fuck, there was no way this wasn’t the man you were with two summers ago. There was too much resemblance, the silver hair, the mask, and even the voice! It had to be Sylus, but you were way too scared to call him out.
“Okay.”
As the interview wrapped up Sylus sat back on his seat as he wrote the last few bits of information down. The silence started to grow louder, more suffocating and you were dreading for this moment to end so he could wrap up the interview and you could leave.
“Hm..”
You peered your head to the hum and stared at him with a confused look, waiting for his words to come out, and as time started to move slower, feeling like the minutes were turning to hours, and hours turning into–
“You’re hired.”
“Really Sy– I mean thank yo–”
“So you knew it was me this whole time?” he chuckled, slipping his mask off his face and got up from his seat, stepping towards you.
“You still remember me after a year?”
Sylus shrugged and stood in front of you, leaning in closer, his hot breath tickling against your skin, rosey lips ghosting over yours. Your breath hitches in response and you gulp the lump forming in your throat as you stare at his questioning gaze.
“I haven’t been with anyone after you.”
“Really?”
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The next thing you knew, you were pinned against his desk, arms resting on the cold wood, nails digging deep in the stained material. Sylus has his hands all over you, acting like he hasn't seen you in forever, and that's exactly what was happening.
He slid his fingers along your pants, toying with the waistband before pulling them down, a light thud echoing through the room when your pants fell to your feet. He grabbed onto your waist, pulling you closer to him.
The fabric of his pants slid against your bare thighs, your legs quiver at the feeling and you instinctively rode yourself against him, pretty sounds leaving both yours and his lips and you soon felt his hand linger against your panties.
“I swear I haven't…” he mumbled, slipping your panties off and rubbing his finger against your clit, small circular motions in an unsynchronized pattern that you remembered from the last time you two were together.
“haven't–hngh what?” you tease, pushing yourself deeper on his fingers. Sylus hummed in response and slid his fingers in you, leaning in closer, sinking his teeth in your skin, making you moan in response.
“I said it already.” he mumbled against your skin, sucking on you like he was a vampire needing blood–your blood. His lips find their way creeping higher and higher on your body, soon planting them on your padded lips.
“I missed…you” he murmured against the kiss, sliding his tongue against your glossed, parted lips, his tongue soon sliding in your mouth, tongue intertwining with yours as he continued to eat you like a monster.
His hands stayed clasped around your hips and he raised you up the slightest, grinding himself against you again. One of his hands slipped away from your hips and rested on his belt, quickly unbuckling it in a quick movement before sliding his pants down.
You stare at his every move, watching as his rough, large fingers wrap around his cock, stroking himself in a quick movement as he stared into your eyes with desire.
He pulled his hand away, raising your legs above his shoulder and pressed his wet, hard tip against your leaking hole. Slowly, yet carefully sliding himself inside.
A surprised yelp escaped your lips and you could feel him twitch inside you as he continued to pound himself quicker, his thrusts filled with urgency, neediness, passion. Rather any emotion can explain the feeling of how you were getting fucked.
He continued to hold you with a steady grip, increasing and decreasing the pace, losing the pattern that was never there. He was so captivated by feeling you he couldn't help but feel addicted, way too addicted he could just…
“Fuck.” he moaned, yanking his head back as one more powerful thrust sent him to cum right inside you. Spurs of his pellucid mixture jolted through your body and it was like a wave of deja vu washing through you.
“That felt…familiar.” he chuckled, pulling out the slightest before looking back at you. You nod and he only chuckles in response.
“Wanna know why you got fired?” he asked, slowly sliding himself deeper inside you again. You moan in response and nod, and then it hit you– he had something to do with it?
“Wait– wha– ungh” you felt your whole body ripping to shreds when Sylus continued to quicken his pace on you. Your eyes peer down at the mess on the desk and you look back up at Sylus who chuckled in response.
“Of course I had something to do with it.” he laughed, making a moaning mess as he tried to find the right words to continue, but you felt too good, sputters of random nonsense started to pool out of his mouth.
You felt yourself reaching closer to release, walls flutter around his thick cock and a surprised noise escaped Sylus’ lips. He panted heavily, staring into your eyes as he watched your face twist in pleasure, looking down at the sticky mess gluing the two of you together before pulling away and plopping against your shoulder.
“Tell me everything from start to finish.” you say, tangling your fingers around his hair and lifting his head up to look down at him.
“It's nothing special except me doing a little deal with your company” he teased.
“Seriously?” you deadpan, pushing him away and attempting to lift yourself off the desk but almost collapsed.
Oh, fuck
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part 10 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work
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writting-stuff-sometimes · 3 months ago
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Or you just told us to do it...- Lando x F reader
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Summary: Y/N is the McLaren community manager. Lando leaves a comment on the latest Mclaren post, y/n is not happy about it.
Warnings: Slightly suggestive
Word Count: 1.2 K
Notes: My romance book delulu mind instantly thought of something when reading Lando's response. I'm working on the Play with fire part 3 but it will be a long one
Your job as a McLaren CM was awesome, as it was stressful. You had two young drivers and complete freedom from the managers to do all sorts of trends. And you would if you weren't dealing with a PR nightmare and a black cat.
As much fun as it was when the two of them were in the mood to record stuff, sometimes it could be a torturous nightmare if one was in a funky mood or couldn't deal with pr at that moment.
But after the last race and all the comments on the most recent McLaren post about Oscar deserving more support and Lando being a spoiled diva, plus all sorts of posts on social media about the two of them doing an eventual Hamilton vs Rosberg. The heads of coms had requested to do as much damage control as possible. So the moment you walked in the garage and saw a tyre trolly laying around, you got an idea.
You sent the drivers a text requesting their presence at the garage entrance.
Both drivers knew why you wanted them, so they stalled as much a possible, making you wait over 45 minutes.
"Hey, sorry for the delay." Oscar said with his classic half smile
"Yeah, sorry for the delay. We didn't really want to come." Lando spoke both their minds. Oscar just turned towards him with a look of disapproval but held back a smile.
"I'm just doing my job, guys." You lifted your hands in defeat.
"So, what dance are we doing today?" Lando walked and took your phone from your hand.
"No dance today." You said, yanking the phone back and trying to hide your blushing cheeks. "This will be super simple. You'll push each other on this trolley." They both stared at you, not a single emotion on their faces.
"You're serious?" Oscar wasn't usually so critical, and it almost made you doubt your idea, but you were certain this would please the fans.
"C'mon you guys, this will be gold. It's fast, easy, and the fans will love it."
"You've become so good at describing Lando" Oscar said and then laughed silently as he inspected said trolley.
"I ain't that easy," Lando tried to defend himself
"Or lovable," you replied softly, looking down at your phone.
"Hey, I heard that." Lando turned to look at you, offended.
"Anyways, please, help me with this, and I won't bother you for the rest of the day."
"Promise?" Oscar asked.
"Promise" You answered, crossing your fingers in front of your heart.
"Fine, c'mon Lando, before she comes up with another weird trend."
Both drivers did their best to look entertained, and as much as they hated your idea initially, they ended up having a good 20-minute play date with the trolley, giving you enough material for the day.
After they were gone, you posted the video to Instagram, and like you imagined, it got tons of reactions right away.
At lunch, you checked your phone again, reading through the comments and smiling at your success. Most of them were positive and praised how fun both drivers looked; a couple of mean ones remained, but this was normal. Then a blue check mark caught your eye.
lando "Or you just told us to do it..."
"I'm going to kill him," You said out loud.
"Lando?" Mike, the engineer eating beside you, turned to look at you, amused.
"Who else?"
"You two are like an old married couple." Mike said as he took his coffee and walked towards the exit. "Don't hurt him much; we need him for quali" Mike shouted back as you took your stuff from the table and stormed towards his driver's room. If you weren't so angry, you would've been worried about people thinking about you and Lando as a married couple.
You knocked a couple of times, but there was no answer, then opened the door to find an empty room. You weren't about to search for him around the entire track and make a scene out there. He had to eventually come back, so you decided to sit there and wait, reading the comment whenever you felt the anger was easing down.
Finally, after an hour and a half, you heard his distinctive laugh approaching.
When he opened the door, his eyes went from amused to worried in two seconds, your expression far from friendly.
"Jon, can you give us a sec?" Lando asked his trainer without taking his eyes off you, as if you were an animal about to attack their prey.
"Told you it was a bad idea." Said the trainer before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
Lando walked towards you, but you stretched out your arm, your hand on his chest, making him stop at arm's length.
"Are you trying to get me fired?" You asked, staring right into his soul.
"I was just messing with you."
"No, Lando. You're messing with my job."
"C'mon, it was just a comment." He pushed your arm to the side and walked to hug you tight against his chest. Your arms stuck to your sides, not wanting to fall for his sweet cologne or warmth.
"No, it wasn't. I got specific instructions from coms! We needed this to ease the shit going around"
"People will always say shit" He spoke against your head, his tone slightly tinted with sadness. Social media hasn't been the same for him, at least for the last couple of seasons. The moment you felt his sadness, you couldn't hold back and placed one arm around his waist; he wasn't fully forgiven yet.
Your phone rang in your free hand.
"Ugh" you pushed yourself away, just enough to lift your arm and read the message.
Steve Hello, can you stop by my office in ten?
"He's going to fire me." You let your head fall back and sighed.
"I'm sorry," his voice filled with honesty. "I didn't think."
"Sounds like your MO."
"Hey, unnecessary rudeness."
He hugged you tight again, giving a kiss to your exposed neck.
"If you forgive me, I will let you film me later in our room; I bet the fans would love that," he whispered in your ear. As much as the comment had you blushing and feeling warmer than the scorching sun outside, you had an uncomfortable meeting with your boss to think about.
"If you want to get me fired, just say so. I will sign my resignation right now."
"Fine, we can tape that, and I will let you keep it for personal use."
"You're unbelievable."
Your phone rang again.
Steve Sorry, something just came up. See you in an hour.
"Excellent, extend the torture" you sighed loudly again.
"I'm really sorry" Lando spoke against your neck, giving you goosebumps. "How about I make it up to you?"
You stared at him, eyebrow raised and a serious look on your face.
"I don't have to be out there for another 40 minutes; we can have some nonsocial media-approved fun." He started laying open-mouth kisses to your neck as he took the hem of your shirt and pulled it up.
"And what are we doing for the other 35 minutes?"
"Forget it." He said, unwrapping his arms and turning to walk towards the door.
"Come here." You took his McLaren-issued shirt and pulled him back to join your lips. He had done it bad this time, but Steve was probably just going to give you a slap on your wrist, and you would just blame it on Lando.
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slutofpsh · 4 months ago
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strip for me.
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part eight | psh.
pairings: hyungline x reader
synopsis: hyungline got you trapped in a situation that you can’t get away from.
wc: 8.8k
warnings: smut, minors dni, sunghoon being mean, degrading, raw sex (please use protection), dirty talks, curses, masturbation, slapping, choking. slightly rough sex. this is not proof read. (read at your own risk)
note: LAST PART OF STRIP FOR ME. it took a while. i was taking a break to give time for myself and to refresh my writing skills. i hope you guys are doing well and waited for this part. i’m sorry if i kept you waiting. anyway, first post in 2025! send me asks. reblog and reply (nice) comments. let me know what you feel about this one.
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“I still can’t believe that Sunghoon gets to have her for the whole day.” Jake sounded pissed as he placed yet another golf ball at its position. He stood back up then glanced at his two best pals.
Heeseung is sat down while waiting for his turn. Jay’s eyes watches him get into position.
“Can’t you just shut your mouth and take your shot quietly?” Jay scoffed right at him. It was obvious that he’s so done hearing all these repetitive rants from his friend.
Jake raises his hand to flick him off before taking his shot. He poured all of his emotions into it causing the poor ball to fly so far.
A few golfing assistant claps at his wonderful performance, but it seems like Jake’s still annoyed about something.
Heeseung pats his shoulder before placing a brand new ball for his turn.
“Give it up, dude. You know its the least we can do for him.” he mumbled. His adams apple bobs as he tried so hard to mask the small jealousy that igniting insideffy. He’s better than this.
“Its unfair.” Jake continued complaining.
Jay sighed heavily, “Then if Sunghoon suggests we fuck off since he likes her first, what will you do?” he raised his eyebrow at his friend.
Jake pursed his lips, jaw clenches hard.
“Now you stopped talking, huh?” Jay scoffed before walking to replace Heeseung to his place since its his turn now.
Heeseung lets out a strained sigh and claps his friend’s shoulder. Jake remains silent.
“I know it may sound unfair, but Sunghoon’s kind enough to share her with us. After all, he’s the first one to like her. Don’t forget that.” and with that, Heeseung walks closer to his golf cart. An assistant rushes her way near him to help him.
On the other hand, Sunghoon pries his eyes open and waits patiently for you to come out from your house. He’s been here for more than thirty minutes and you just informed him that you’ll be down soon.
He’s resting over his big bike, hands inside his pockets. The weather is so nice today and he’s excited to spend the whole day with you. But a part of him is worried. He stayed late last night to calm himself down and not lose his shit for today.
“Hoonie!” his lips instantly stretched into a smile when he saw you walk outside your house.
Wearing some shorts and a t-shirt. The smile on your face is so bright that sent instant relief towards Sunghoon. He’s excited for the day, but also very worried of what’s the outcome gonna be.
“Hey, beautiful.” he softly mumbles and pulls you into a tight embrace once you’re close enough.
He kisses your forehead gently then rests his on yours, staring right into your eyes. It tugs something in your heart, making your chest ache in a good way.
“You’re early!” you chimed.
“Yes, I am. I don’t want you waiting.” he smirks.
“Where are we going today?”
He pulls away while still holding your hand, thumb pressing to your palm. It was warm and it felt so good.
“You’ll see.” and he raises his free hand to hang some of the hairstands to your ear.
His eyes racks down on your outfit and his lips pursed into a faint pout. It made you look down on your clothes in wonder of what seems to be wrong about it.
“You need jacket. We’ll be riding my bike so the wind will be crazy.” he stated that answered your confusion.
Even before you can offer to go back inside and get one, he took off his leather jacket revealing his white sando inside. You went silent, admiring his broad shoulder and toned muscle in front of you.
He smirks while helping you wear it. He made sure you’re all warm up.
“Warm enough?”
You nodded cutely and Sunghoon chuckles sexily while trying to sink in the image of you wearing his jacket. It was obvious that it wasn���t yours. The jacket is so big that your hands disappears from the inside of the long sleeves.
“You need a helmet too.” and he walks towards the bike to get the helmet he bought just for you. It was cute and the color is your favorite.
You jumped cutely and it made Sunghoon’s heart thump, grinning widely. You’re attempting to hold the helmet so you can check it closer, but Sunghoon kept one of his hand holding it just to make sure you won’t accidentally let of it.
“Sunghoon? Is that you?” both of your heads swings over to the left and instantly stood straight when he saw your Mother walking out of the house.
“Mrs. (surname)” he greets and bows his head.
Your Mom smiled warmly as she walks towards the two of you. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen you together like this. But she surely remember it vividly how both of you are so young back then, and now you both grew up.
She can’t help but to feel a little emotional by the thought that despite all the things that happened, you two still managed to find way back to each other.
When she’s close enough, she stretches her hand to caress Sunghoon’s face gently. The boy grew up very handsome just how she expected.
It isn’t the first time he had seen him. He remembers him from the other day, with the other boys. She was hesitating at first to go and ask if he’s indeed the same boy you’re friends with. But now that she heard you perfectly calling him by his name, she’s sure of it.
While all of it was happening, you couldn’t help but to look back at your Mom and Sunghoon. A big question plays inside your head.
“Do you know him, Mom?” you asked.
They both look at your way then look at each other. Silently, they both agreed that it isn’t a good idea to bring up the past. Despite a lot of good memories you built with Sunghoon, the pain from that trauma will also give a big impact on you.
“A-Ah, yes darling. His Mom and I are good friends back then.” she smiles at you.
Your eyes grew, “Really?! How come you didn’t meet up?”
Sunghoon walks closer to you with a smile, “Because we didn’t know that you guys moved in this town.”
You nodded, trying to piece up everything together. Sunghoon rest his big hands at your back and caress it gently to send comfort. It didn’t slip off from your Mom’s eyes and instantly, she felt comfort. Like she’s now sure that you’ll be all right.
“Anyway, I should leave you guys since I have a meeting in five minutes.” she changed the topic then walked towards you to cup your face.
“Have fun, okay?”
You smiled and nodded. Her eyed diverted towards Sunghoon. “Take care of her, Sunghoon.”
He nods, “I will.” and your Mom was well assured by those two words.
Once she’s back inside you looked at Sunghoon with keen eyes. “Why didn’t you mention that our Moms are friends?”
He took a step closer then helped you wear your helmet. He smiled, “I was finding the right timing.”
You pout, but decided to let it pass since its been kind of messy before.
He rides his bike effortlessly and helped you hop on behind him. It was the first time you ever ride something like this and its fascinating but also a bit frightening for you. When its just Sunghoon, he made it look easy riding it. Its not.
He chuckles, noticing how tense you are behind him. He grabbed both of your hand and make it wrap around his body, making your chest press over his broad back and feeling his abs beneath his sando.
“Just hold on to me tight, love.” he mumbles and even craned his neck slightly to check on you.
You nodded and he smiled before wearing his own helmet. Your cheeks flushed after feeling his muscles flexing with his every movement. After making sure he’s all set as well, he grabbed your thighs and squeezed it like as if a signal that he’s start driving already.
When he opens the engine, a familiar roaring sound emerges. Even with the helmet, you can still hear it. He started droving off and the wind blew hard towards you. Once he reved hardly causing the bike to speed up, you almost let out a squeal.
It was so much fun, but also nervewracking. The thrill feeling it gave you just makes your blood pumping so hard. No wonder Sunghoon loves this kind of vehicle. This fits him so much.
When he started to add more speed, you couldn’t help but to squeal and giggle. Sunghoon tilts his head and rests one of his hand on your thigh, caressing it. Only one of his hand is in control.
“Hoon! Focus on the road!” you shouted, slightly panicking.
He glances on the road then glances back at you, “What?” he asks a bit muffled due to the helmet.
“I said focus on the road! Both hand on the bike!”
He chuckles and bit his lower lip because of how adorable you sound. The way your arms wrapped tighter around his body is making him giddy inside.
He gave your thighs one more squeeze before removing it to follow your request. It made you relieved and rests your body on his back on more relaxed way.
It took a few minutes until you arrived at their house. This will be the first time you will be coming here. Your head perks up, trying to admire the big elegant gates that surrounds the mansion.
It was fully secured and even before his bike near the big gates, it opened automatically. He drove inside and the driveway is so wide. There’s even a fountain at the middle.
Once his bike was perfectly parked, you kept looking around to check the whole vicinity. You failed to even notice the house workers rushing to greet their newly arrived young master.
Sunghoon made sure you’re stable enough to hold yourself while he get off the bike. He took off his helmet and you watch as he shakes his head to arrange his slightly messed hair. He looked smoking hot.
His eyes stares right at you, ignoring everybody else around. He smirks then settles his helmet on his bike to unhook yours. Your eyes looks cautious once its out in the open. You can now perfectly see the numerous eyes watching the two of you and its making you feel a bit awkward.
Sunghoon saw your reaction and couldn’t help himself but to place a kiss on your cheeks. You looked adorable. You’re still awkwardly staring at their maids while he gently fix your hair that slightly got messy.
“S-Should I say Hi? What should I do, Hoon?” you whispered nervously.
He chuckles and leaned again to give you another kiss, this one a little harder because you’re too adorable.
“Nah, its fine.” he assures you.
“But they’re staring.”
He smiles, “Probably wondering whose this pretty girl I’m with.”
Your pout got deeper, cheeks turning more red because of him. He snorted and carried you off his bike. He helped you take off his leather jacket before holding your hand to pull you inside.
The maids bows their heads when he’s walking pass by making it more awkward. You feel like you need to do something as well. It feels wrong to let them bow without returning the favor. It doesn’t seem like that for Hoon, tho. Its like he’s already used to these things.
“A-Are we going to hang out here?” you ask, trying to divert your attention away from the surprising scene back there.
You roam your eyes around while still holding onto Sunghoon’s hand and letting him drag you towards somewhere.
“Nope.” he said making the popping sound at the ‘p’.
“Then why did we go here?” when you guys made it at the second floor, he walked towards the right and by the end is his room.
He opens the room and you couldn’t help but to feel nervous with a hint of excitement. Even if you didn’t want to, your mind instantly plays a lot of scenarios that can happen.
Sunghoon smirks seeing your blushing cheeks and flustered expression.
“Calm down, pretty. We ain’t doing anything here.” he assures you while leaning close to you from the back. His lips grazing over your ears, hot breath fanning.
“O-Okay...”
“Disappointed?” he asked teasingly. You furrowed your brows trying to hide it, but guilty is plastered all over your face.
“No!”
He chuckles and kisses your neck before walking inside his room, leaving you standing by the door.
“Don’t worry, we have all day.” and he winks before going straight to another door which you assume to be his walk-in-closet.
“Come inside, love. Don’t be shy.” he shouts and that make you take further steps.
His whole room is designed in a simple yet manly way. Minimal colored furnitures that are pleasing in the eyes. Everything is pretty organized for a guy like Sunghoon. Well, you didn’t expect him to be this neat.
You walk towards a few picture frames after noticing them. One of them is a family picture. His Mom and Dad together with Sunghoon and his sister. You’ve never seen her before. She’s very pretty.
Beside that frame is a picture of Sunghoon with the boys. He’s in the middle and it seems like it was taken during one of his birthdays. Heeseung’s smiling widely with a piece sign pose. Jake’s arm wrapped around Sunghoon’s shoulder while he have the biggest grin on his face. Jay is smiling beside them with the same pose as Heeseung.
You can’t help but to smile at how precious they are. Your eyes wanders off and notice one picture frame from the far left corner of the room. It cannot be noticed right away, like as of it was purposely placed there so it can have its privacy.
When you’re about to walk towards it, Sunghoon went out from the walk-in-closet. A big bag on his hand and a bunch of paper bags on the other one.
“Find anything interesting?” he asks.
“The four of you really grew up together, huh?”
He smirks, “Can you tell how sick I am from Jake’s tantrums?” he jokes that made you chuckle. They always love teasing him.
You rest your one hand over his chest and playfully glare at him. “Stop teasing him too much. You know he’s just like that.”
He snorted and laid the paperbags down at his king-sized bed. “Yeah, whatever.”
Your eyes darted over the paperbags. Just by the color and the brands, its mostly for women. He watch your reaction and smile carefully, admiring how cute you are.
“I got these for you.” he mumbles as he hugs you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder.
“Why so many?”
He inhaled your scent that he’s grown addicted to. “Because you deserve it.” and he placed a kiss on your cheeks.
“Thank you so much, Hoonie.” you said sweetly.
“You’re welcome, love.” he kissed your neck once before he asks you to sit down his bed so you can check everything out.
“Such cute dresses!” you exclaimed and even took out a few so you can see it properly.
Its sundresses that definitely fits you well. Just the way you like it. You glance at Sunghoon and he’s smiling.
“Yeah, it will look good on you.”
“Where are we going anyway?”
“Secret.” he bopped your nose once before asking you to change quickly.
You nodded and went inside his walk-in-closet after picking the dress you wanted to wear first. Sunghoon said he would pack the rest just in case you want to go change. He’s so thoughtful.
“Damn.” he cursed the moment you went outside.
Your cheeks blushed hardly due to the hot stares he’s giving you right now. The dress is on, but the way he’s eyeing you makes you feel so naked in front of him. It was almost like he’s stripping you inside his mind!
“H-How does it look?”
He struts closer to you and reached for your hand before dropping a kiss on top of it.
“Can you turn around for me, love?” he whispered oh so gently that it sent direct shivers to your spine. Its the way his voice sounded so low.
You giggled to try and mask the pounding of your heart and did as he told. While still holding your hand, he turns you around.
“Perfect...” he said with a small smile. “You look perfect.”
His intense gaze remains for a while before you decided to lean towards him to connect your aching lips with his. Its too much. The emotions, his stares, his warm touch— you just need to feel his kisses.
He returns your kisses right away, kissing you hungrily and hardly. It made you feel how much he wanted you as much as you want him. Both of your hearts heartbeats synchronized as he hold you close to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck to deepen the kiss.
He was biting your lips and sliding his tongue inside your mouth to get a good taste of you. He groans as you moan softly, he squeezed your hips as a signal and you jumped to wrap your legs on his body. He held you for support as he sat down the bed to continue kissing you, devouring you.
“H-Hoon,” you moaned his name and his brows furrowed hardly before moving away. He even gave your lips one last chaste kiss before looking at your eyes.
“Later, pretty.” he said that made you slightly frustrated. You can feel the space between your thighs dripping wet and you want him inside you right now.
He rest his forehead on yours and smiles, “I promise to make it up to you later, okay?” he tries assuring you when he saw the slight upset look on your face.
You pout and left with no choice, but to agree with him. He fixes your hair and guided you back to your feet. He grabbed the bag containing both of your things.
The two of you went downstairs and you saw the maids once again. It made you awkward, but you smiled brightly at them and tried waving.
“We’re not taking your bike?” you asked confused when you noticed that he’s guiding you inside a sports car you’ve never seen before. He never used this at school.
“No.” he answered casually and placed the bag at the compartment before opening the door for you.
“Then why not take this car at the first place?”
He smiles and rests his hand on your lower back, “Because I remember you mentioning how you want to try to ride that bike.”
Your eyes turned softly at what he said. As far as you remember, you’ve only said it once and he managed to remember that. You tip-toed and placed a kiss on his lovely lips.
“Thank you so much, Hoonie.”
“Anything for you.” he kissed your temple before letting you go inside first.
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“We’re riding that?!” you exclaimed and even hopped continuously while looking over this yacht.
He chuckled and nodded, “Yes.”
“Really?! I’ve never been in one!” and you stared with so much amusement towards the fancy yacht.
There are people trying to get it ready after your arrival. They greeted the two of you with enthusiasm and helped you get on it. Sunghoon’s hand are assisting you so you wouldn’t fall as the yacht are a little unstable due to the waves.
“Careful.” he mumbles sweetly and once he’s sure you’re safe aboard, he stepped in with no sweat. Obvious that this isn’t his first time.
“Wow!” it looked so fancy. It has one room and an overview deck that is perfect.
Sunghoon talked to the people and you watch how one by one they started to leave the yacht. You glanced at him with confusion.
“Are we going alone?”
“Yes.” he answered and even fold his white polo.
“Can you drive it?” the question doesn’t sound like as if you don’t trust him behind the wheels, but more of an amusement that he can manoeuvre one. Is there something he cannot do?
He smirks, “Yeah. Me and the boys usually go out to fish whenever we’re bored.”
“So you’re taking your yacht?” and you even held onto the railings because its still moving a bit because of the waves.
“We take our own yachts, love. We race on the ocean too.” he smiled cockily that made you rolled your eyes.
He chuckles and pulls you closer to kiss you on the lips. You forgot how these boys are born rich and on another level.
“Anyway, let me show you around before we sail.” he grabbed your hand then gently intertwined your fingers before guiding you inside.
The whole yacht is pretty. After roaming around, he asked you to come up to him as he’ll start driving towards the ocean already. He even handed you a summer hat. No wonder he gave you a pair of black two piece to wear under this sundress.
“Woah.” you exclaimed amazed when he started driving. He glanced at you and chuckled at how amazed you are.
Actually, since he’ll be the last one to take you out on a date. He was a little worried that one of them would have the idea on taking you on a trip on a yacht. Thankfully, none of them did and he proceeded on his plan.
“Wow! The water is so clean here!” you even ran down the stairs so you can look over the front railings.
“Be careful, pretty.” Sunghoon reminded while looking at your direction, wearing a sunglasses.
“Do you think there’s shark here?” you asked worried.
Sunghoon can’t suppress the smile spreading across his handsome face. How come you’re so adorable while asking these innocent questions to fill your curiosity? He really can’t with you. He feel like he will lose his mind.
Once he’s satisfied enough of your location, and by that it means you’re in the middle of ocean, far from any land you can set your eyes to.
The water’s so clean and the breeze ain’t that bad too. Its such a perfect weather to come here and you can’t stop giggling to yourself while watching the crystal clear water beneath.
You failed to notice how Sunghoon sets the anchor and grabbed the mat to place it on the middle. He glanced at you and you’re now wearing your bikini. His eyes dangerously racking from your head down to your body.
He licks his lips and walked closer. You glanced behind you when a shadow looms and you smiled brightly at your boyfriend.
“Its so beautiful here.”
He smiles, “I think you’re prettier.”
Even before you can master a reaction, he reached for your arm and helped you get up. Your eyes stares right at his and mouth gapped open, unable to say a word because of how handsome he is.
“Come here.” he then guided you to the mat and your eyes looked thrilled of what’s about to unfold.
“Lay down for me.” and you obliged to his request.
You’ve gone silent because of excitement and every cell in your body is getting hyped up.
“I want to taste you.” he says and hand racks from caressing your cheeks, down to your neck, chest and tummy. He just ran his hand on your skin, very gentle. Taking all his time.
He pressed his palm on your stomach and made you lay on your back. He leans in and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, then on your stomach before pulling away to get a full view of your bikini.
“It looks so well on you...” he compliments and even stick his finger on the waist band, dangerously playing with it.
He lifts his eyes trying to check for your reaction and he smirks seeing how your eyes looked so desperate for him... for his touch.
“But I think they need to be stripped off of you.” his fingers pressed on your skin. They felt so hot, burning.
You gulped slowly feeling like as if you’re being lifted in the air.
“Do you want me to take it off of you, pretty?” his voice soft, a bit teasing. Obviously teasing.
You nodded, a bit eager making his smirk grew wider. He loves it whenever you’re like this. He pulls his hand away then towards the knot on the hips. Slowly, he pulls the string to untangle it.
You bit your lips in anticipation, but unconsciously roam your eyes around.
“Here? Outside?” you nervously mumbled, also feeling a bit excited about it. “B-But what if people see us?”
“We’re so far from any land, love.” and he caress your legs to ease you a bit. A smirk still plays through his sexy lips, “And besides the fishes can use some entertainment.” he joked.
You glared at him playfully that made him chuckle as he kisses your knees. “Just kidding. Relax, okay? We’re safe here.”
Eventually, you did relaxed by his touch and his assuring eyes.
“I’m going to eat you now.” he warned and it was almost like a torture for you.
A nod is all you answer to him. Your mind was already blank. All you can think of is how you want to feel his lips on your core, his tongue deep inside you.
He placed a kiss on your inner thighs before diving in. A gasp left your mouth the moment his lips touched your core. It was warm and slightly wet. He started lapping in a slow, torturous pace. Like as if enjoying taking his time making out with your pussy.
“H-Hoon!” you called his name out like he was not there, between your legs.
His fingers digged on your skin as he looks at your over his eyes. He enjoyed the view of your pleasured face, but he’s enjoying eating you even more. He can taste your sweetness all over his mouth and he couldn’t get enough of it.
“Ugh!” and your hand reaches for his soft hair when he started to eat you more aggressively.
You felt like you’re up in the sky, mind blank and like as if nothing else mattered for you. You couldn’t even worry about the chance of people seeing the two of you anymore. Just your orgasm coming your way. Sunghoon is really making you dumb using his tongue.
Your back arches when you’re almost there. Sunghoon knew you’re close so he tried reaching the depth of your pussy using his hot tongue. His lips completely attached on your clit adding to the pleasure you are having.
Sunghoon’s finger tightens on your skin making you whimper. His eyes flutters open to scan you and even before you can reach for his hand to hold it, his grip loosen. Your brows furrowed in confusion for his behavior but it was all thrown away once his his thumb rubs on your clit for added pleasure.
You are losing your mind. He’s so good with it. Knowing what feels good and what can make you completely insane for him.
“Sunghoon!” you screamed and eyes rolled at the back of your head before your release the first anticipated orgasm of the day.
You felt his lips stretched in a grin as he lapped your juice shamelessly. While still at trance riding your high, you carded your hair then looked at him again.
He moved away from your now pulsating pussy and you can see the look of lust on his eyes.
“Here,” he mumbled shortly. Without a warning, he kisses you on the lips passing you some of your own juices. It caught you slightly off-guard, doesn’t really know how to describe such new taste.
He have the biggest smirk after he succeeded making you taste your own orgasm. He looked proud even if you looked even closer.
“Now you know why we go crazy for you.”
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You don’t know if you should be thankful that you moved inside the yacht after he fucked you twice outside. It was such a different experience. Clueless if it was because of the thrill of being outside having sex in the open where people can see you, or because Sunghoon looked so hot fucking you. Probably both.
While making out now on top of the bed, both stripped off of every clothes, Sunghoon’s hands were on you. It was so hot for you. The three orgasms you just had was like not enough when you start feeling your core getting wet again.
Sunghoon only managed to cum once. And you can’t help but to feel bothered about it. Not because he only released one time, but because how of how he’s acting a bit strange.
You’ve known Sunghoon. This isn’t the first time you two did this. You’ve seen how he is on bed and its not enough to describe how good he is. He’s usually very dominant and loves to be rough around you. Manhandling you every time.
But the whole two rounds, he was so gentle. It still feel good, yes. Its just you can’t help but to notice how he seemed to be holding himself back. Treating you like some fragile glass that will break if he became rough even in the slightest way.
“Hoon, wait.” you pushed him off, his lips chased you and his eyes looked so drunken in love.
“Hmm?” he hummed, not sure if he’s really in the right mind to listen.
“What’s wrong?” you asked worriedly that made his brows creased in confusion.
“Huh?” he licked his lips then ran his hand on your hair to brush them away from your face. “What do you mean?”
You gulped then search his eyes, staring right at his soul.
“Why are you acting different?” you heaved a sigh. “It seems like your holding yourself back.”
Sunghoon was caught off-guard. He is a bit tensed. This was so unlike him. He’s usually very confident in bed and always gets it the way he wants. He didn’t think that you would notice.
He glanced away and was about to move away, but you captured his face then made him stare back at you.
“Come on...” you gave him an assuring smile. “You can tell me.”
He remained silent for a while before he gave in. He sighed heavily before placing a swift kiss on your hand that was cupping his face.
“I’m j-just scared that I went overboard and scare you.” he explains that slowly shed light on you.
“You said that you don’t like us being aggressive...” his voice lowered, like as if he’s so afraid. “I’m scared to lose you. I don’t want to lose you.” he confessed.
Your heart strings tugs when he said those words to you. You bit your lower lip and smiled at him lovingly before leaning in to give him a kiss on his lips. Slow and very passionate so he can feel how much you adore him.
“Well...” you started after pulling away. “I can give an exemption.” you said staring at his eyes.
His eyes sparkles. “But..”
You shushed him with another kiss then you leaned over his ears to whisper. “It will be our little secret.”
And after you say that, you felt his hold tighten. Sunghoon’s eyes turned darker like something has flipped inside him.
He pushed you on the bed, his hand on your neck. Wrapped like a necklace, just like how you liked it.
“Is this what you want, doll?” he asked in a low husky voice.
Your stomach churns at his words and on the way he looked at you. His jaw hardly clenched while manhandling you effortlessly.
“Y-Yes...” it came out like a desperate moan, driving him insane.
“I was doing you a favor and actually being nice and yet you want this side of me.” he scoffed sexily and tilt his head on the side.
“I didn’t know that you’re so naughty, y/n.” he stated. “Such a horny doll for me, yeah?”
You nodded, feeling your core getting even more aroused and starting to clench around on nothing.
“Words... I need words.” he grunted that made you gasp when he tighten his hand on your neck.
“Y-Yes, Hoon!” you managed to say.
He smirked, “That’s my girl.”
“Now I’m going to fuck you so hard and I don’t want to hear any complains.” he said then started to align his now fully erect member on your hole.
“So wet....” he growled. “So so wet for me.”
He leaned down and rest his nose on your cheeks after one kiss. He didn’t even informed you and just slided his whole length inside making you jolt.
“Ugh!” you moaned with a mixed pain and pleasure.
“Your cunt is choking my big dick, doll. You feel that?” he whispered sensually that almost sent you to heaven.
You shut your eyes tightly because of the immense pleasure he’s currently sending you. He started moving, sliding his dick in and out with no mercy. The slapping sound of your skins echoes all over the whole yacht.
“Fuck...” he cursed and his grip on both of your waist tightens. His fingers pressed hardly on your skin, marking it.
He pulled away while still fucking you senselessly. “Let me suck those tits.” and dives in he goes. He licked, sucked and bit your nipple making you gasp.
Your teeth sunked on your lips tightly trying to suppress the moans coming out from them. But when he started to suck on your skin more aggressively, you’ve lose it. The sensation of his dick going inside in a rough way and him marking you all over was just too much to handle.
“Feels so good!”
He scoffed, “Yeah? It feels so good to get you fucked this way?!” he licked his lips and slapped your breast once that made you yelp.
It felt so good. So good that you’re losing your mind. Your whole body vibrated after you reached your orgasm and Sunghoon smirked because of it. He grabbed you on the jaw and made you looked at him straight to the eyes.
“Your pussy walls felt amazing around me, doll.” he leans and kissed you on the lips. “Nothing can ever beat this feeling. Nobody can ever replace you in my life.” and started rutting his cock even harder.
“Open your mouth.” he commanded as you felt his thrust getting faster and deeper. His dick starts to pulsate inside you, indicating his orgasm to get closer.
You obliged and open your lovely lips for him. For Sunghoon, the man that holds you and your heart on chokehold.
He gathers a generous amount of saliva on his tongue before spitting it straight to you. Then without thinking twice you swallowed them before opening it once again to show it to him.
He looked so proud before he placed his hands on your hips again to fuck you harder. He groans and clenched his jaw harder.
You whimpered, feeling another release on the way.
“I’m fucking close, doll. I’m going to breed you so good and make sure you’ll keep all my sead inside you.” and after a couple of thrust he busted it all inside just like he said.
Both of you moaned together when you finished at the same time. He clasped your lips together and thrust inside you in a slower pace to ride both of your highs. It felt so good, amazing.
Sunghoon collapsed beside you, panting. He catches his breath for a while before he raise on the bed, leaning over his elbow to check on you.
“Was that okay, love?” now, his eyes looked a lot more softer. “Too much?” he sounded worried.
You chuckled and with the remaining strength, you leaned in to give him a kiss on his lips. “You were amazing, Hoon.”
Relief washes all over him before resting his forehead on yours.
“I love you.” your heart swells.
“I love you too.” you respond. He kissed you once on the cheek before pushing himself up to grab a warm wet towel to clean you up.
He refused to make you stand up and asked you to stay completely still. You didn’t tried to argue because your whole body is aching. Now its all kicking up and tiredness is slowly taking over.
He starts cleaning you and you watch him with loving eyes. Your heart felt so full watching him take care of you that way.
“Why do you call me doll? Is it because you get off with the thought that you can use me?” you innocently asked him.
His hand stopped from wiping you off. With furrowed brows he glanced at you.
“No.” he answered right away. “Is that how you interpreted it?”
You shrugged your shoulders off, “I read online that some guys think that way.”
He sighed, “I am calling you doll because you’re very beautiful.”
You smiled. “Really?”
He leaned closer to place a hearty kiss on your lips. “Really.”
You felt giddy inside after that then he resumed cleaning you up. While mind slightly floating, you remembered the same question you’ve asked the three boys.
“Hoon?” you called his attention.
“Yes, my love?”
“When did you start liking me?”
He raised his head so he can look in your eyes.
“When I was five years old.”
- Flashback -
Multiple screams coming from the neighborhood kids surrounded the whole playground as the five year old Park Sunghoon hovers over another boy. He got him pinned on the dusty field, holding his cute little collar and punching him once on the face.
“Who’s the scaredy cat now, huh?” he hissed at the crying boy beneath him.
Nobody dares to interfere at the scene, every kid afraid of him. Park Sunghoon. The eldest son of the richest family in the private subdivision. Almost everyone knows him and his family. How can they not? Their beautiful, gigantic million dollar mansion sure is always the talk of the people.
“Sunghoon! Oh, dear!” someone finally went in between and moves him away on top from the poor kid.
His eyes remains staring at him, glaring if you may describe it accurately. He didn’t care if the other kids are giving him those terrified looks or if the neighbourhood moms are whispering with each other about how awful kid he is.
All he can think of is that he’s mad and that kid surely learned his lesson not to mess with him.
“How many times would I have to tell you not to hurt other kids?!” his Mother’s voice is stressed out as she paced back and fort in front of him.
He’s back home and sat down at the sofa, earning an earful conversation with his Mom. She’s stressed that she has to deal with that boy’s family and his hospital bills. Not that it can hurt their wealth, but sure the rumors will spread around and will be embarrassing. She has no idea what to do with him anymore. He’s uncontrollable.
He remains silent that made her even more frustrated. It was obvious that he fears nobody and that even if she talks nonstop, he doesn’t care.
Ever since the incident, as expected, no one wants to play with him anymore. Whenever he goes at the playground, he’s always accompanied with his bodyguard that can stop if ever things escalates.
He roams his eyes around and the kids avoids his eyes with fear. They’re playing in groups, their usual friends.
He doesn’t care or feel hurt about it. In fact, Sunghoon doesn’t even want to play with them. For him they’re all boring and dumb.
“Hi!” Sunghoon snaps his head over to the side after hearing this sweet voice.
That was the first time Park Sunghoon lay eyes on you. With your cute little dress and hair tied with cute bows. Your eyes doesn’t reflect any fear and you have the brightest smile flashing towards him.
‘Wait... Him?’ Sunghoon, couldn’t help but thought.
“Y/n! What are you doing?!” another little girl went close and grabbed her by the arm.
“I told you not to go near him!” she added and even shoot glares at Sunghoon’s side. But when he looks at her, she quickly turned pale and glances away.
“Why? He’s all alone, Sujin.” you even pout your lips.
The other little girl kept on insisting for you to leave Sunghoon alone and he’s just there, watching all of it unfold in front of him.
“It’s okay, Sujin. Go play with the others! I want to use the swing!” you insisted and even started walking closer to where Sunghoon’s at.
Sujin, your friend, was left with no choice but to leave. She doesn’t want to, but she also doesn’t want to be near Sunghoon.
“Hello!” your voice snaps him back to reality.
He didn’t talk and just looked at you with his intimidating eyes. For someone who is five, Sunghoon sure make kids around his age uncomfortable through his gaze. Maybe because despite the pretty eyes, his brows are too thick making him on the more arrogant looking type. The snob kids. His skin pale as snow and his clothes are all branded, indicating a clear status in life.
“Why are you alone?” you asked.
Sunghoon gulps and tried hard to hide what he’s starting to feel. Never in his life that he felt shy or conscious around anyone. He grew up with so much confidence and yet here he is, palm sweating, eyes a little shakey. He wanted so bad to look away, but your pretty eyes makes it so hard for him.
He kept his snobby face then ignores you completely, jumps off the swing then slowly walks towards somewhere. Your lips pursed into a pout because of his attitude, but it didn’t stop you from following him.
“So do you often go to this playground?” once again a small smile flashing through your pretty face.
Young Sunghoon sighs, a little annoyed. Not just because you’re not leaving him alone, but also because he hates how deep down he’s curious of you. He cannot understand himself. Was it because this is the first time someone was not intimidated by his rotten attitude?
He turns around and met eyes with your bright ones. He’s unfocused. He doesn’t know what’s it about. His young self have no idea that this will be the start of his obsession over you.
It continued that way and even before you can notice it, its been a year. Whenever you see Sunghoon around that playground, you won’t leave him alone. Following him around and asking him continuously despite not receiving any response from him.
Today, Sunghoon visits the playground once again. His eyes roams, unconsciously searching for your familiar pretty face. He wanted to say that he’s relieved that he didn’t saw you, but a big part of him is disappointed that you’re not here. He knew today won’t be as fun.
He walks towards the swing and naturally, the kids around cleared up. They still don’t want to be near him even if the last time he hurt somebody was long ago. Ever since you followed him around, he didn’t cause any trouble again. He was always too preoccupied about you that he clearly forgot about messing with the other kids.
He tries to swing his body while hoping he would see you playing with the few group of kids around. When he realized that you are really not here, he sighs heavily and get off the swing.
He was ready to head back to their family car when a small voice calls him out from a distance.
“Hoon!” that nickname.
He whips his head, in search of you. He saw you right away, jogging— almost running your way towards his direction. Excitement ignites young Sunghoon. He licks his lips and tries hard to keep his deadpan expression.
Once you’re in front of him, you stopped to catch your breath and he waited patiently for you to stabilise your breathing.
“Are you leaving already?” you asked, pouting. You didn’t even try to hide that you want him to stay longer.
Instead of answering you, his eyes racks from your head down to your feet. Its like he’s checking if you’re all right. Then Sunghoon’s brows knitted closer when he noticed something on your skin.
“What happened here?” he asks lowly and hand reaches for your arm.
You looked surprised that he managed to notice that.
“U-Uh, I fell down!” and you even followed it with an awkward laugh.
Sunghoon stares right through your eyes, checking them. It was such an intense gaze from a six year old kid. He knew you were lying, but he decided to ignore it for now.
“Next time, be careful.” he whispered full of concern.
You’re caught off guard. That was the first time you ever saw some other emotions through his face. Ever since that day, you two became inseparable. Sunghoon’s Mom are delighted for his sudden change of behavior. Well, he’s still a troublemaker. But its a lot more tolerable when you’re around.
3rd grade and both of you went to the same school. Of course, he’s still always around you. Almost everyone around the campus and your village knew about the eldest son of the Parks being whipped over you.
“Y/n,” he calls when you started bolting towards the wide field of the school ground. You’re grinning from ear to ear and chuckling.
“I told you to be careful.” he reminds.
Most people notices how Sunghoon acts maturely than his age. Or maybe that’s just how he acts whenever he’s around you. He’s always alert, like as if always ready just incase you needed anything.
“Why should I be worried? You’re here with me.” you sounded so assured and you are. As long as he’s around, you don’t feel any worries or fear. Sunghoon gives you peace of mind and you are his peace.
Sunghoon remained the very same. Protective and caring of you. But something added to it. He started to act possessive around you. If someone gets interested towards you, or even tries to catch your attention, he will go mad.
“I can’t believe you did that to him.” you looked upset while crossing your arms in front of him.
You’re at the ice rink. He’s having his ice hockey practice when he suddenly got into a fight with another one from their team. You remember him. He’s the one who tries to be friends with you last practice.
It pissed the hell out of Ten year old Park Sunghoon. That was the first time he ever invited you to his hockey practice and that happened.
He’s currently sat down at the bench, still on his hockey uniform. Hair’s disheveled after taking off his head gear and he’s resting his elbows on his knees while watching you silently.
“You punched him hard! Did you see his nose?” you added and its just making him more upset. Seeing you this affected by him is making him feel irritated towards that guy even more.
“He deserves it.” he mumbles, but enough for you to hear.
You gazed at him with an hawkeye look on your eyes. “Nobody deserves that!”
He clenches his jaw and lets go of his gloves while he stare up at you. He’s sat down and you’re standing in front of you.
“Why are you even so worried about him? Makes me want to beat him more.” his eyes looked serious and scary.
“What?” you sounded confused then added, “Why are you not worried for him? He’s part of your team.”
He rolls his eyes, “I don’t care about him.”
He stood up making your height difference visible. He took a step closer, making your bodies almost touch each other. You gulped, feeling nervous, heart beating so fast. Lately, you noticed that its always been like that whenever he’s this close to you.
“All I care about is you.” he says while staring down at your eyes. His gaze so intense.
“And I hate it whenever someone’s trying to take away you from me.”
You gulped, cheeks blushing.
“N-Nobody will ever take me away from you, Hoon.” this time, it was your turn to assure him.
You’ve grown attached to him as much as he is with you. And Sunghoon loves whenever you talk like this. Assuring him that you aren’t going anywhere, that you will stay with him.
But life truly is full of surprises. Because the next thing he knew, he was outside the hospital hallway. Your Mom on the side crying, his Mom beside her comforting her.
Sunghoon’s mind was blank while he looks at you from outside the emergency room. His blood went cold, heart being pressed too hardly that he finds it difficult to breath.
He watches how the nurses tries hard to save you from the crash. A car crash. He can’t help but to blame himself. Yes, he’s just Eight. There’s a lot of things that he doesn’t know, a lot of things he still can’t do, a lot of decisions that he regrets.
Due to your close relationship with Sunghoon, he was aware of your parent’s marriage that slowly crashing down. He was with you althrough out of it.
He was there whenever you cry about how they often fight. How your Dad always shouts at your Mom and how he would occasionally hit her.
Sunghoon wants to do something about it. He even informed his parents so they could help, but your Mom refused to file a case to your Dad. They were helpless.
He lets it pass and just made sure you have him and that you’re aware that he isn’t going anywhere. But he couldn’t take it anymore when one day, he saw you with a bruise on your face.
He managed to convince his parents to talk to your Mother about it. Thankfully, she listened this time and file a divorce with him. The case was rolling and Sunghoon’s family were doing their best to help as much as they can.
When it was finalised, your Mom having the custody of you it made your Dad enraged. He took you without her consent and drove away. He was acting crazy, saying that if you two are going to leave him alone, he might as well be dead. And he will take you with him.
That’s why you are here in the hospital, body full of blood and nurses are doing their best to save your life.
Sunghoon rests his hand on the glass that separating you two. He clenched his jaw and eyes brimming with tears. He shuts his eyes and for the first time, he found himself praying. He prayed for your safety and in return he will stay away from you.
He thought it was the end for the two of you. It was so hard to be around you while he felt so guilty about what happened to you. When he learned about you losing most of your memories including those with him, he took that opportunity and asked his parents to move town.
It was heart breaking for young Sunghoon. He knew you are his other half. You belong to him as much as he belongs to you. He lose his spark the moment he moved town. He started becoming the troublemaker that he is before you happened in his life.
Then he met his friends. He started to feel much better. Still longing for you, but better.
He can’t remember the last time he felt his heart drummed. He even forgot how it felt, not until he saw you walking inside the very same classroom five years after. A lot changed in you, but the moment you stepped foot inside he knew right away. His heart reacted like as if a dog seeing its owner after being separated for a long time.
Now that you’re back with him, he can’t mess this up. He lost you once and almost lose you again. He doesn’t think he can afford to go through those therapies again if ever you leave him.
Your eyes were full of tears after hearing it from him. He smiled and held you closer to his warmth, dropping a kiss on your forehead.
“I’m s-sorry I forgot about you.” arms wrapping around him to cry even harder.
You felt so bad about it. Yes, you can still remember how frustrating it was when you woke up one day and can’t remember anything. But for you, it was much harder for Sunghoon. Imagine having someone so special for you but they can’t remember you at all. That’s so heart breaking.
“Shh, its okay love.” he placed another set of feathery kisses on your cheeks. “It ain’t your fault.”
He pulls away to cup your cheeks. His eyes are tearstained as well, but a soft warm smile reflects on it.
“I’m just so glad fate brought you back to me.” and he rests his forehead on yours.
You sniffed and shut your eyes, feeling his presense even more. Letting everything sink to you. Embracing your moment with him.
“And I’m not going anywhere anymore. I love you, Sunghoon.”
He smiled, a tear fell from his eyes.
“I love you.” and he leans in to seal it with a loving, affectionate kiss.
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shockercoco · 9 months ago
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Nothing Like Honey
Tyler Owens x reader
warnings - 18+, smut, aphrodisiac, oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, penetration, ig premature orgasm?, some swearing
word count - 4126 (idk how lol)
a/n - this is my first Kinktober as a writer, and I was gonna skip it bc of my schoolwork, but there's no way I'm gonna miss out. I haven't posted in a month and college is taking all of my energy with all the writing i'm doing. also disclaimer: I've never tried honey packets so idk if they actually work lol. thx for reading and I hope you enjoy :)
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“You can’t say no without even seeing what it is first,” Boone smiles.
You, Boone, and Tyler were sitting in a booth at the bar, celebrating after a good day of chasing. Dani and Lily were off somewhere beating Dexter in darts. The bar is noisy and pretty crowded for somewhere so rural, but you got lucky and found a quiet booth in the corner.
“With you, yeah I can,” Tyler laughs, before taking a sip from the beer bottle and placing it back down.
“Just look at what it is before you make a decision,” Boone rolls his eyes. He reaches into his pocket to retrieve two small packets and places them on the table.
Your eyes widen. “Is that what I think it is?” you ask, leaning forward to get a better look.
“It sure is,” Boone nods. He smirks, folding his arms against his chest and leaning back into the booth. 
Tyler looks between the two of you, confused, before asking, “Okay, what am I missing here?”
You look up at Tyler. “They’re uh…,” you begin, but trail off. You then look over at Boone, silently telling him to answer for you.
“They’re horny packets,” Boone smiles proudly.
“Honey packets,” you correct him, sending him a playful glare.
Boone waves you off. “Same thing.”
Tyler reaches the hand that wasn’t resting on the booth behind you to grab one of the packets. “And what exactly do these honey packets do?” Tyler questions, his eyebrows furrowed as he turns the packet over in his hand.
“Like I said, they make you horny. They’re like an aphrodisiac so they’re supposed to take everything to the next level. If you know what I mean,” Boone wiggles his eyebrows.
“Oh, come on,” Tyler looks at him in disgust, but you just laugh. If you hadn’t known Boone for almost as long as Tyler, you’d be disgusted too, but you’re used to his antics.
“What, man? I’m just keeping it real,” Boone raises his hands in surrender.
“And do they actually work?” you ask.
“Believe me, they work,” Boone gives you a look. You let out another laugh, and this time Boone joins you.
“What do we do with it?” Tyler asks, still eyeing the packet.
“Just take the packet and wait for everything to kick in,” Boone says, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest.
Tyler squints. “Where the hell do you get these kinds of things from?” asks Tyler, not too surprised since Boone is always showing him something new.
“A magician never reveals his secret,” Boone playfully shrugs, causing Tyler to kick him under the table.
“Ow!” Boone leans down to rub his shin.
“You’ll be okay,” Tyler tells him, a small smile forming on his lips.
“Do you guys want these or not? There’s no need to harass me,” Boone looks between you and Tyler. You look up at Tyler, and he looks back at you with his eyebrows raised. 
“Your choice,” Tyler shrugs.
You contemplate for a moment, before nodding and looking over at Boone. “We’ll do it.”
“Alright!” Boone claps his hand.
Ten minutes later, the packets are in your system, and you and Tyler decide to call it a night. Tyler heads to the bar to pay his tab and you follow behind him. You normally don’t like to hover, but the bartender has been making eyes at him all night. 
“Gone so soon?” the bartender asks with a tempting smile and a tilt of her head, a cowboy hat placed on top.
“Yes, ma’am,” Tyler nods, giving her a kind smile as he hands her his card. You watch her return the smile before heading off to close his tab. 
When Tyler turns his head to look at you, you give him a smile. Tyler knows it’s a fake one which is why he sends you a smirk before wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“Well, I sure do hope I see you back in here soon,” the bartender says as she comes back to hand him his card and receipt, leaning against the counter to show off her breasts in the process. You turn your head so she doesn’t see you roll your eyes. This also makes you miss her eyeing Tyler’s arm around you.
Tyler gives her a quick thank you before walking off with you under his arm. You run into Lily right in front of the entrance who looks disappointed when she sees you and Tyler leaving.
“Already?” Lily pouts. “You’re really going to leave me here with the others?”
“It’s nothing you can’t handle,” you laugh at her reaction, quickly leaning in to give her a hug. 
“Tell the others we said goodnight, will you,” Tyler tells her. She nods before telling you and Tyler goodnight and walking away.
“Where are you two lovebirds going?” you hear Boone call from behind you, as you and Tyler walk to his truck.
“It’s late, Boone,” Tyler calls back, not turning to look back at him.
“Is that the only reason?” you hear Boone’s voice coming closer as Tyler opens his passenger door for you to enter. You can hear the suggestiveness in his tone.
“Goodnight, Boone,” Tyler rolls his eyes, as he watches you get in.
“Alright, alright, you don’t have to tell me about your private life,” Boone says, a smile evident in his voice.
You stick your head back out to see Boone laughing. You let out a giggle as you call out, “Goodnight!”
Tyler playfully shoves your head back into the truck, before closing the door and walking around to the drivers side.
“Don’t make me run you over,” you hear Tyler tell Boone, before he opens the door and climbs in beside you. Boone sends you a wave, before heading back inside the bar while Tyler pulls out of the parking lot.
“Was that jealousy I saw back there?” Tyler asks you as he starts the drive back home.
“What?” you innocently ask as you look out the window at the land zooming by, the sun almost completely set.
“Oh, okay you want me to say it,” he teases, but you don’t turn your head.
“Still don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Well then, you wouldn’t mind if I turned this truck around and reopened my tab with that flirty bartender then would you?”
That makes you turn your head. “I dare you, Owens.”
“So you do know what I’m talking about,” Tyler quickly glances over at you with his eyebrows raised and a playful smile on your lips, before turning his attention back to the road. He has one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console, your favorite position. Although, it seems even more attractive at the moment for some reason.
There’s no way those packets actually work.
“Just keep driving,” you mumble, crossing your arms and looking away again in the process. 
Tyler chuckles as he moves the hand on the center console onto your thigh, giving it a small squeeze. You feel warmth spread through your bottom half at the action.
Yeah, there’s no way.
“No need to get embarrassed, sweetheart. You know I love when you act like that.”
Little did you know, Tyler was feeling odd too.
When Tyler pulls in front of the house, you wait for him to open your door as always. You begin making your way to the front door, but Tyler grabs your hand and pulls you back, causing your bag to collide with the truck door. Tyler takes a step closer to you, pressing his body against yours.
“What, no thank you?” he asks, raising a playful eyebrow. 
“Like you deserve it,” you joke and make a move to pull away from him, but he doesn’t let you budge.
“Is that so?” he questions as he nudges his face into your neck. You let out a squeal as you begin feeling his fingers dig into your sides.
“Don’t you dare tickle me,” you laugh as you try to move his hands away from you.
“Why not?” he asks, his breath tickles your neck as he laughs. His fingers begin to move again.
“Tyler!” you jump. Tyler laughs again.
You place your hands onto his chest and somehow manage to pry yourself out of his hands. “Behave yourself,” you laugh.
“Sorry, darling, I wish I could,” Tyler tells as he pulls you away and gives you a look.
“What do you mean?” you ask. Tyler doesn’t answer, he just quickly looks down before looking back at you, silently telling you.
“Really?” you raise your eyebrows.
“What, you’re telling me you don’t feel anything?” he asks. 
Now it’s your turn to be silent. You feel your face heat up as you avoid his gaze and look past him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug, folding your arms across your chest. Tyler moves his head into your line of sight, giving you a look that says he knows you’re full of shit. “Okay, fine. I do. I just didn’t expect it to…y’know…actually work.”
“Neither did I, but look at us now,” Tyler says.
“What do you mean ‘us’?” you furrow your eyebrows, looking down at the bulge in his pants before looking back into his eyes. You let out a small laugh. “Seems like you have a bigger problem than me pal. No pun intended of course.”
“Ha ha, you’re so funny,” Tyler playfully rolls his eyes before tightening his grip on you. “I’m not sure why you’re laughing, though, you’re the one that’s going to help me fix this.”
“No self control, huh?” you tease, and Tyler glares down at you. “Relax, it’ll wear off soon.”
It did not wear off anytime soon.
Tyler followed you around like a lost puppy as you moved about the house. Inside the bedroom right when you were just feeling like you could control the overwhelming feeling in your lower half, Tyler came up behind you in the bathroom. 
His eyes meet yours as he wraps his arms around you and presses his front against your back, trapping you between him and the bathroom sink. The bulge in his jeans pressed against your backside, making you throb.
“How about we just cut to the chase and get this over with, huh?” Tyler whispers into your ear, his eyes never leaving yours. You can’t help but lean into his touch and subconsciously tilt your head to give him more access to your neck.
“We have to get up early in the morning. We’re meeting with everyone to discuss the potential storms, remember?” you try to remind him.
“They can just fill us in after,” Tyler mumbles as he begins to place soft kisses on your favorite area on your neck, right below your ear.
He notices the goosebumps forming on your arms as his fingers run up and down them. You feel the small smirk forming on his lips as he continues his trail of kisses on your neck. You allow your eyes to close for a moment, enjoying the sensations, before opening them and meeting his eyes through the mirror once again.
“It’s not the same, and you know it,” you tell him, your resolve quickly diminishing.
“Come on, sweetheart. You want this just as much as I do,” says Tyler.
“I don’t know,” you pretend to contemplate, “I think I’ll be okay.”
Tyler doesn’t respond. Instead, he raises a daring eyebrow at you, not believing you for a second. He knows you like the back of his hand. You just give him an innocent smile in return. 
You then begin to feel Tyler’s hands abandon your arms and land on your waist, one of them traveling further south. His fingers make their way to the waistband of the jeans you have yet to take off. Your smile fathers and your breath hitches at the ticklish feeling. His movements are purposely slow, wanting you to crack as soon as possible. 
Tyler lifts his head from your neck, so he gets a good look at your face when he asks:
“So you’re saying if I move my hand a little further down, I won’t feel your wetness soaking those pretty little panties of yours?” Tyler questions. His bold wording catches you off guard, making you shift slightly in his hold, your throat starting to feel dry. “What? Nothing to say?”
“Why don’t you find out?” you quip, somehow finding your voice again. 
Tyler gives you a knowing smile before swiftly unbuttoning your jeans and moving his hand inside, his other hand still firm on your waist. You look down and watch as he wastes no time and dips his hand into your panties, quickly bumping into your clit, making you jump. 
Tyler breathes out a laugh before continuing and easily finding the wetness he already knew was there. He runs a finger through your sticky folds, his hand trapped between your ruined panties and your pussy.
Your hands instinctively grab onto his forearms. A small moan escapes your lips as you try to keep your hips from bucking into his hand.
“Well, what do we have here?” Tyler smirks. “Just as I thought, she’s eager for me.”
You hate the fact that you love when Tyler refers to your pussy as a she.
Tyler moves his finger back up to your clit, rubbing gentle circles into the bud. You both know it’s not enough to get you off, but it’s enough to turn you on more – and it does. You let your head fall against his chest as your hands tighten on his arms. Tyler moves his head back into your neck, hovering his lips right over your ear.
“All you had to do was say something, baby. Y’know I always take care of you,” he whispers into your ear, his tone condescending.
He suddenly adds a bit more pressure to clit, causing your hips to involuntarily buck into his hand. You can feel your legs beginning to shake, the honey packet causing you to be sensitive. You bite your lip to keep the sounds rising in your throat at bay. His unoccupied hand leaves your hip and moves to your waist, keeping you against him.
“Don’t be like that, there’s no need to keep those pretty little noises away from me. All you have to do is admit that this is what you wanted this whole time and I’ll give you what you want.”
You send Tyler a glare through the mirror, causing him to chuckle, the rumble in his chest vibrating through your body. You really don’t want to give in that easily, even though your body is saying otherwise.
Tyler starts kissing behind your ear again. “You know you want to.”
Tyler removes some of the pressure on your clit, his movements turning gentle – which is the exact opposite of what you need right now. 
“Fuck, okay. Fine,” you breathe out.
“Okay what?” Tyler smirks, pretending to be confused.
“Fuck you,” you tell him through gritted teeth.
Tyler’s voice drops an octave. “Oh, darling, I will. As soon as you tell me what I want to hear.”
Your body betrays you, allowing a shiver to run through you.
“This is what I wanted,” you mumble.
“Sorry, what was that?” Tyler asks.
“This is what I wanted!” you repeat louder this time.
“I don’t like the attitude in your voice, but I’ll let it slide,” Tyler tells you.
He pulls away and removes his hands from your panties, sticking the wet fingers into his mouth. You slightly frown at the loss of his touch, your body suddenly feeling  cold.
“Let’s get started then,” he gives you his charming smile, which at the moment makes you want to slap him, before bending and lifting you into his arms. You let out a small yelp as your feet leave the ground.
He carries you into the bedroom and tosses you onto the bed. The two of you can’t seem to undress fast enough, tugging and tossing articles of clothing here and there. You’re pretty sure he tossed his shirt perfectly into the hamper in the far corner of the room, but at the moment you don’t care.
Tyler moves to hover his naked body over you, quickly attaching his lips to yours. It’s rough and needy, neither of you wanting to pull away for air. Both of you are panting. He shoves his tongue through your lips, haphazardly moving around your mouth. 
You pull away just a tad to wrap your lips around his tongue, gently sucking. Tyler’s hardened cock twitches against your abdomen as he breathes out a moan. Your lips curve into a smile at the noise. His hips begin to grind against yours, allowing you to feel the precum dripping from his slit onto your abdomen.
Tyler pulls away and moves his lips to your collarbone. He begins a trail of kisses, going through the valley between your breasts, stopping to give each nipple some love, before continuing on his way. Your back arches into his touch and you feel yourself throb as heat blooms in your stomach.
He goes all the way down your body, pulling your legs down with him as he kneels in front of the bed, coming face to face with your center. He grunts as he gives his poor, leaking cock a few tugs. 
“Y’know, we could’ve been doing this 20 minutes ago, but you wanted to play games,” Tyler tells you, his breath hitting your exposed pussy as he speaks. 
You go to rebuttal, but words instantly leave your mouth as Tyler runs a finger through your dripping folds, then spreads your lips apart for better access. A whine leaves your lips instead as your hips buck towards his face. He gently blows air onto your sensitive pussy, causing you to involuntarily clench around nothing and your body to jerk. Tyler notices and smiles to himself at the sight, deciding to do it once more for the hell of it. Your body jerks again.
“Look who’s playing games now,” you point out, holding your body up with your elbows in order to get a good view of him. Your expression is mixed with frustration and desperation.
Tyler chuckles, his eyes never leaving your pussy. “Not for long.”
With that, he dives into you, dragging his tongue through your lips. He quickly dips the tip of his tongue inside of you before pulling back out and attaching his lips to your clit. Your fingers dig into the blanket beneath you, your mouth falling open in a gasp as his tongue flicks against the sensitive bud. Tyler’s grip on you tightens when he feels your hips buck into his face once again. 
Your head tilts back in pleasure as he continues his movements. Feeling your arms about to give out, you let your back sink into the mattress and allow your eyes to close. He can’t help but grind his hips against the bed, needing something to alleviate the overwhelming pressure running through his cock.
Tyler pushes his face further into you as he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching. He moans into your pussy and continues to grind his hips against the bed. Your thighs tighten around his head and your legs tremble a little as you feel the vibrations from his body travel through yours.  
He knows he’s not going to last long, but he doesn’t try to stop himself. His cum spurts out and onto the side of the bed, dripping onto the floor beneath him. His fingers tighten on your thighs as he finishes, his cock barely softening.
His climax remains unknown to you, too lost in the depths of pleasure. After a couple more minutes of your whining and your hips grinding into his face, he decides to give you what you want. He slides one of his hands down and pushes a finger into you all the way to the knuckle, meeting no resistance from your welcoming body.
“Fuck,” you breathe out, your back arching.
Tyler continues to thrust his finger into, feeling your slick coat his finger, making it even easier for him to move. You feel a slight stretch as he adds another finger to the mix, plunging his fingers deep inside of you. You reach a hand down and allow your fingers to tangle in his hair. Tyler hums out a moan when you give his scalp a small tug. 
When Tyler notices your orgasm approaching, he quickens the pace of his fingers. The change of pace allows you to hear just how drenched you really are. The sound of your wet squelching echoes through your ears as he curls his fingers and finds your sweet spot.
“Oh god,” you whimper, your back going into a deep arch.
Tyler releases your clit from his lips and replaces them with the thumb from his unoccupied hand. His lips glisten from your arousal as he rubs tight circles into you in time with the rhythm of his fingers in your tight walls. He glances up at your face and smirks at the reaction he’s able to pull from you. 
Tyler feels your walls beginning to clench repeatedly around his fingers, signaling your orgasm. His fingers speed up inside you even more, constantly hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. 
You feel that final wave of intense pleasure run through you, your mouth opening in a silent moan as you come undone. His fingers don’t slow down, though, he continues the movement until he sees that clear liquid gush out of you. It soaks his fingers even more, dripping down his arm and some hits him in the chest.
“There you go,” Tyler mumbles, keeping his eyes on your gushing pussy.
You cry out as you feel yourself squirt, the liquid running your thighs and onto the blanket beneath you. When you notice him not letting up on his thrusts, you let out a squeal and try to pull away. 
“Ty! Baby!” you wail, immediately feeling yourself being thrown into another orgasm. Tyler chuckles as he watches you squirm. 
When that second orgasm arrives, it hits much harder than the first one, making your body clamp up as you feel yourself squirt once more. Tears begin to form in your waterline from the overstimulation. 
“S-shit,”  you stammer. Your voice is high pitched and much weaker than it was a few seconds ago. 
Tyler smiles proudly at his work and decides to pull his fingers out. His cock jumps as he looks down at his body covered in your arousal. 
You try to catch your breath as you slowly climb backwards towards the headboard, your thighs still twitching.
“What’s wrong, darling? Where are you going?” Tyler innocently asks as he climbs up onto the bed. His voice is deep and raspy as he speaks, the way it always gets at a time like this. He grabs you by your ankles and pulls you back down a couple of inches as he hovers over you.
“Y’know, I’m actually really glad Boone gave us those honey packets. What about you?” Tyler asks he situates himself between your thighs. He wraps his hand around his cock and begins to lightly stroke himself. He groans and tosses his head back for a second, a bit sensitive from his orgasm. He quickly returns his attention back to you.
Despite the two orgasms Tyler just ripped out of you, you feel yourself getting turned on again. You gulp as you watch the sight in front of you unfold, your mouth beginning to water.
Oh, no.
“Nothing to say?” he smirks and begins to run his cock through your sore folds.
You tremble as he moves against you, not being able to stop yourself from moving your hips along with his motions. 
“Who knew they actually worked?” you try to laugh, but immediately get cut off by Tyler sliding into you. He moves to wrap his arms around you, holding you close and caging you in between him and the mattress.
Your mouth falls open and your eyes widen. Your lip quivers and your eyes flutter close at the stretch of him pushing until the hilt.
“Fuck,” Tyler rasps at the feeling of your warm walls contracting around him. He clenches his jaw as a chill runs through his body, needing to close his eyes to gather himself. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t know how good you feel.”
All you can do is whimper in response. You open your eyes to meet him already looking back down at you. His lips have transformed back into the irritating smirk.
Looks like you’re going to be stuck here for a while, might as well get comfortable.
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woso-dreamzzz · 2 months ago
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Icy IV
Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader
Summary: Your first Barcelona goal
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Last year at camp, Ada had sat next to you at breakfast.
Usually, you sat with Ingrid but she still wasn't up yet and your other steadfast guardian, Caro, was still getting her food served up.
"You're good on that left foot," Ada had said to you," But you need to trust yourself more. You need to remember that you can score as well as assisting. You don't need to keep passing."
"I...I'll keep that in mind."
Ada had let it go but Caro didn't.
"When I hit a ball," She'd told you," I know if it's going in or not. You need to get to that stage too."
You hadn't ever really thought you would, not really.
But now, as you cut into the box, refuse to pass to Kika in the box and send it flying away with your left foot, you know.
This is going in.
Your next thought is:
Oh, shit. You've got to be kidding me.
You freeze in your tracks as Misa's outstretched hand can't keep your shot from the back of the net.
You'd gone your whole first season without a goal for Barcelona. You'd racked up assists, of course, like you do every team you've ever been on. But unlike those other teams, goals had eluded you.
Alexia had even been making it her personal mission to get you on the score sheet this season. It's all she ever talked about when you were paired up for drills together.
She's the one that reaches you first now, grabbing at your arms and shaking you triumphantly. She's celebrating like she's just scored in the Champion's League Final again.
The rest of the team end up joining and you're in the air before you can even think about it. You wobble slightly and brace yourself on Alexia's shoulders as she somehow jumps with you still in the air.
"Let's get you another one," She says as she finally lowers you back down to the ground.
"There's only ten more minutes of the match yet."
"And?"
She walks back to the halfway line after that, leaving you with no answers.
Play returns to normal after that and one of Ona's shots hits the post. People scramble to track where it's gone, if it's gone out or if it's still in the box somewhere.
It's neither.
It's at your feet at the edge of the box.
And then it's in the back of Misa's net before anyone even realises.
Your name and face appear on the screen to signify your second goal of the night, only three minutes after your first.
You take a deep breath.
This time Esmee is the one that gets to you first. You like Esmee. She's a good friend. She's like you, kind of. She's a bit awkward at first, quiet in social situations but that doesn't matter.
Ingrid calls you and Esmee two peas in a pod.
"Two?" She says in your ear with a laugh as you hug," Alexia will never let you live it down."
You laugh too. "I better not score that third one then, should I?"
But the universe is clearly against you.
A through ball from Irene deep in your own half falls beautifully to your feet and one quick look up lets you see Misa hurriedly trying to back up from where she's come out of her goal.
She doesn't get there in time though because you're at the halfway line and let the ball fly.
Caro was right.
You know the moment it leaves your foot that Misa has no hope of stopping it.
You're over by the bench before you can blink and Ingrid's arms are around you before you even realise it.
"Look at you," She says," Such an overachiever. Maren told me this would happen, you know. You just needed to settle in."
"For a year?"
"A year and a ten minute hattrick," Ingrid says," I'd say that it was the perfect amount of time."
"Alexia's going to be talking about this for ages," Caro says as she joins at your back," She'll want you to score practically every match."
"She'll be disappointed."
"We'll see."
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starmocha · 1 year ago
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would you still love me if i was a worm? (and other thought-provoking questions) [Sylus/Reader ★ 2100 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] In which Sylus answers many meaningful drunken questions at 2 AM. A/N: Why have I been clowning on this man 🗿 lowkey based on this post I made before his release lol
It was rather common for Sylus to be up at 2 AM, since in his particular line of work, businesses were best done in the dead of night when most people would be asleep. It didn’t help that the N109 Zone was shrouded in eternal darkness at all times, so the entire concept of time felt rather meaningless to most citizens.
What truly was uncommon for Sylus was receiving a call from you at this time in the middle of the night when you should be slumbering away like most normal citizens. He stared at his phone screen where “Kitten” was so affectionately featured prominently onscreen along with his favorite photo of you. He swiped his thumb across the screen to answer the curious call. Nothing, however, could have prepared the leader of Onychinus with your desperate plea: “Crow Man, come pick me up, pleasssseeee!”
Sylus raised a brow as he held his cellphone tighter in his hand. “Crow Man?”
“Is this not Ca-Caw Man?”
“…are you drunk, sweetie?”
“Mr. Big Ca-Cawk, please pick me upppp!”
Sylus set his phone down on his desk and leaned back in his seat, already massaging his temple in slow circles. He had lavished you with such sweet pet names, and in your darling little head, you had just affectionately bestowed upon him the nickname…Big Ca-Cawk.
Sylus inhaled sharply.
He knew he let you get away with a lot of mischievous things, but perhaps this might be the one time he needed to put his foot down. He held his phone next to his ear again, hearing you sniffled:
“Caw-Caw, do you not like me anymore?”
Damn. You were good.
Sylus huffed softly, finding your drunken speech pattern rather endearing now. With a soft smile on his face, he spoke low, “Far from the truth, sweetie. Now, give me your address.”
You relayed to him the address of a late-night restaurant you were at in Linkon City.
“Stay safe,” Sylus responded, “I’ll be there in twenty.”
The call ended and Sylus heaved another heavy sigh before he stood up. He walked pass where Mephisto was roosting on his perch, and Sylus mumbled thoughtfully to the mechanical crow, “Maybe I should just assign you to monitor her 24/7 from now on.”
Mephisto tilted his head to the side, clearly confused by his owner’s odd words. He cooed quietly in response, watching as Sylus left.
With no speed limit in the N109 Zone, Sylus breezed through the city on his motorcycle in a matter of less than fifteen minutes. Through Linkon City, the street was mostly vacant, and he managed to avoid many of the cop hiding spots. It took him roughly another ten minutes to finally pulled up to the restaurant you said you were at.
As he parked his motorcycle, he took his helmet off, eyes instantly narrowing in anger when he noticed you were backed into a wall by a couple of sober sleazebags. Sylus started to walk up to you, his temper flaring when he heard your feeble protests:
“No…I don’t like this. Go away...”
“Aww, come on, sweetcheeks, you look like you could use a rest at a motel with us.”
“Yeah, it’d be in bad conscious of us if we leave a cute girl like you hanging around on the street like this—”
Sylus had heard enough. His hand tightened into a fist, and thick, dark tendrils wrapped around the two men’s necks, easily lifting them up and sending them hurtling down the block. When they gotten up, ready to assault their attacker, they were instantly frozen with fear from just a simple sharp glare from Sylus. He merely snapped his fingers and new tendrils shot straight down the block at the two men, the sight enough to send them running away in terror.
How fortunate for them. Sylus had other important things on his mind this particular night, or otherwise, he would have felt no qualms with ridding the world of two lowlifes.
When Sylus turned to look at you, his gaze softened considerably, a look of exasperation settled on his handsome features. He approached you slowly, his voice soft and gentle, “Sweetheart…”
His eyes widened in shock when you flung yourself against him, arms wrapped around his waist tightly. You sniffled softly, “Sy-Sy…”
Sylus regained his composure and he smiled down at your head, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. “So I am Sy-Sy now?”
He waited for you to calm down, speaking gentle, comforting words to ease your fears. When he noticed you appeared calmer, he led you to where he had parked. After handing you a helmet, he made sure your arms were wrapped tightly around his waist again before he took off, heading to your apartment.
Once he had arrived to your apartment building, he led you upstairs to your floor. He watched in amusement as you attempted to open the door, unable to get your thumb aligned correctly with the biometrics.
“Here,” he murmured, grabbing your wrist and guiding your thumb to match up with the small screen.
There was a click.
The door opened.
You stared in absolute awe. “Sy-Sy is so amazing…”
Sylus chuckled as he led you inside. “Sweetie, how much did you drink tonight?”
You shrugged. “It was Tara’s birthday…and it was our 5000th wanderer kill…and it was also pay day…and—”
Sylus immediately cut you off, laughing. “I get it,” he said, leading you to your bathroom to help you wash up, “You had a lot to celebrate today.”
He watched you smiled happily as you splashed some cooling water on your face. He helped you removed your jewelry before leading you to your bedroom. Sylus crossed his arms over his chest as he eyed you up and down in your black bodycon dress.
“Now, while I do appreciate seeing you in this dress,” he said with a teasing lecherous smirk, “I don’t think it’ll be comfortable to wear to bed, right?”
You giggled. “Nope!”
Sylus’ eyes widened, completely unprepared when you decided to shamelessly take the dress off yourself and flung it at a chair in your room. You smiled sweetly at him as you stood there in just your bra and panties.
Sylus covered his face, groaning softly. “This girl…” He took another look at you happily smiling away at him with not a single sober thought in your head. He turned away, mumbling, “Stay put.”
He sighed and walked into your closet, muttering to himself as he searched for some sleepwear for you, “You suck at drinking, sweetheart, and yet you let yourself get this drunk…”
After spending about five minutes of searching for some decent sleepwear, Sylus came back out to find you on the bed laying on your side, half-asleep. Sylus sat down on the edge of the bed next to you. He gently shook your shoulder. “Come on, sweetie, as cute as you look like that, you need to get dressed.”
You mumbled sleepily, and Sylus took it upon himself to help you get dressed in an oversized shirt and some shorts. This task felt rather foreign to him, since he was honestly more used to doing the complete opposite. As if reading his mind, you fell against him giggling again once you were fully dressed. “Are you going to take my bra off, too, Sy-Sy?”
He groaned again, his brain about to explode. “Sweetie, you are testing me.”
You giggled again and batted your eyelashes at him.
He smirked, slipping his hands under your shirt from behind and expertly unhooked your bra, tossing it to the side with your earlier abandoned dress. “It’s a good thing I am such a gentleman who doesn’t like taking advantage of intoxicated women.”
“Sy-Sy is the sweetest,” you agreed solemnly. You leaned up and clumsily kissed him, catching him off-guard for just a few seconds before he chuckled against the kiss, pecking your lips lightly. He pulled away first, amused when he saw your look of disappointment at how quickly the kiss ended.
Sylus pinched your cheek, eliciting a pained yelp that stirred you fully awake. “Next time, you are not allowed to get yourself drunk without me around,” he scolded you firmly, though his facial expression was more gentle than angry.
“But it was pay day…”
One sharp look from Sylus had you clamming up. When he turned away, you let out a soft whine, “Wait…are you leaving me?”
He turned back just in time to see a pout forming on your face. He sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night, giving you a slow shake of his head. He knew he was coddling you too much tonight, but he couldn’t bear to leave you alone in such a disoriented state. “Of course not, sweetie,” he answered with a smile, “I’m just going to turn off the lights.”
Once the lights were out, Sylus made his way back over to the bed. He chuckled in amusement as you scooted to the center, giving the empty space next to you an enthusiastic pat. Sylus climbed into bed, happy when you cuddled up to him.
“Caw-Caw, I have a question…”
“So it’s Caw-Caw again?” he asked bemused, and then muttered more to himself, “I think I’d rather you call me Sy-Sy instead… What is it, sweetie?”
“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
“Sweetie, I would feed you to Mephisto,” he answered, not missing a single beat.
“Noooo…” you whined at him with tears brimming in your eyes. You weakly pawed at his arm with little fists, pleading, “Don’t feed me to Mephie…”
“Mephie?” he laughed, astonished that now you had taken the liberty of nicknaming his mechanical crow.
“I won’t taste good,” you insisted with a sweet pout.
“Personally, I think you taste divine,” Sylus teased with the double-entendre, but in your drunken state, you didn’t catch the double meaning. You could only sniffle sadly at him. He rubbed your cheek affectionately with the back of his hand, his crimson eyes seemed so bright in the darkness.
“Sy-Sy…”
“Hmm?” Sylus propped himself up on his elbow, his chin cradled in his hand as he peered down at you snuggled up close to him again.
“Where does the light go when you close the fridge door?”
“Drunk you is just full of silly questions, huh?”
You continued, not caring that he didn’t give you an actual answer to your previous inquiry, “Why do we make round pizza, put it in a square box, just to eat it as a triangle?”
Sylus blinked, sighing, feeling at a complete loss for words. “When you are sober, I’ll make sure to look up the answer for you, sweetie.”
“Sy-Sy?”
“What now?”
“Life is soup.”
Sylus raised his brow in complete confusion, not understanding a single damn word out of your mouth now. He didn’t even know how to respond to the odd comment, so he just continued to stare at you, hoping for a follow-up.
“And I am a fork.”
Sylus pulled you into his arms, laying on his back with you on top of him. “Alright, sweetie, it’s time for bed now.”
You giggled, rubbing your face against his soft shirt, inhaling deeply the faint scent of cologne on him. You sighed happily, smelling the familiar comforting, warm and woodsy fragrance on him. “Would you…” You yawned and rubbed your drowsy eyes, “love me if I shrink down to the size of your thumb?”
“Sweetheart, I’ll just have to keep you safe in my pocket.” Sylus brushed the flyaway hair away from your face, his expression tender as he gazed at your sweet, sleepy face resting on top of his chest. Even though he knew by morning, you wouldn’t remember a single thing from this night, Sylus still couldn’t help but voiced his thoughts and feelings aloud.
“I adore you,” he said, hushed, the weight of his words hung heavy in the stillness of the bedroom, “More than you will ever know.”
You yawned again, burrowing deeper into his embrace. “I love you, too, Mr. Big Ca-Cawk.”
Sylus could do nothing but laughed resignedly, his arms wrapped securely around you, holding you close to his body, the soft warmth of you against him was calming. Sylus felt a strange mixture of both happiness and bemusement by your drunk words, knowing your intoxicated state was also your most honest side, revealing to him the depths of your feelings for him. He kissed the top of your head, letting his eyes closed to rest as well, as he murmured, “Sweet dreams, you silly girl.”
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Thank you for all your amazing writing! Your blogs seriously make my day every time. Could you write a Law x reader where the reader falls ill with a rare, incurable disease? I just keep thinking about Law experiencing what Corazon went through back then… 😭 It can have a SE or HE, whatever you feel fits best!"
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law × reader
part 2
you fall ill with a rare, incurable disease and law refuses to accept it.
a/n: this was so sad T.T btw as I said in my rules post I don’t write about this kind of topic, but given that law’s story is about that I wanted to give it a try
words count: 4.2k
tags: terminal illness, soft, angst, worried law
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
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“You’re burning up.”
Law’s voice is calm, but you know him well enough to hear the tension beneath it. His hand lingers on your forehead, cool against your feverish skin.
You force a grin, despite the way your body aches “That’s just the effect you have on me.”
His expression doesn’t change. If anything, his brows knit together further, golden eyes dark with something unreadable.
“Don’t joke” he says flatly.
“Come on, it was funny” you mumble, but your voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper.
Law exhales sharply. He presses two fingers against your wrist, checking your pulse. You see the flicker of something in his eyes. Worry.
“Since when?”
“Since when what?”
“Since you started feeling like this.” His voice drops lower, more controlled “Don’t lie.”
You sigh, shifting under the blanket “A few days ago. Maybe a week?”
“A week?” His jaw clenches, and you watch the way his fingers curl into a fist “And you didn’t tell me?”
“You were busy, Law,” you murmur “I didn’t want to bother you.”
His reaction is immediate. His eyes darken, sharp and cutting, and for a second, you swear he’s actually angry. But when he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper.
“You think I wouldn’t drop everything for you?”
Your breath catches. You can’t look at him. Instead, you force out another weak chuckle “Well, you are a very important pirate, Captain.”
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Pretending it’s nothing.”
You open your mouth to argue, but before you can, a sudden wave of dizziness crashes over you. The world tilts, your vision swims, and you barely register the way your body sways before Law is already there, steady hands catching you before you can fall.
“Y/N” His grip tightens around you, firm, grounding “I need to run some tests.”
You rest your forehead against his shoulder, too exhausted to protest “…That bad?”
He doesn’t answer immediately. You feel his heartbeat being too fast, too tense.
When he finally speaks, it’s quiet. Almost too quiet.
“I’m going to fix this.”
And for the first time ever since you know him, you don’t believe him.
The beeping of medical equipment fills the silence.
You sit on Law’s examination table, legs dangling as he adjusts the monitor beside you. His brows are furrowed, golden eyes locked onto the screen, and even though he hasn’t said a word in the last five minutes, you can practically hear the gears turning in his head.
The tension in the air is unbearable.
“Are you always this serious when you play doctor, or am I just special?” you tease, tilting your head at him.
Nothing. Not even a smirk.
You sigh dramatically “Come on, Law. You can’t even crack a smile for your beloved patient?”
“You’re not a patient,” he mutters “You’re my partner.”
His words send a little warmth through your chest, but before you can respond, he steps closer and gently presses his fingers against your wrist, feeling for your pulse again.
The warmth fades when you notice the way his hand lingers just a little too long.
“You like holding my hand that much?” you tease, forcing a grin “If you wanted to be romantic, you could’ve just asked.”
This time, his jaw tightens “Your pulse is weak.”
You try to wave him off with your free hand “That’s just because you’re touching me. Makes my heart stops, you know?”
“Y/N...” he warns, voice sharp.
You falter.
His hand moves to your other wrist, then your neck, fingers pressing lightly against your skin. His eyes are unreadable, but his silence is louder than anything he could say.
“…You’re scared” you murmur before you can stop yourself.
Law stiffens, but doesn’t deny it.
The realization makes your stomach twist, but you force another smile “Don’t worry, I’m still cute even when I’m dying.”
That does it. His head snaps up, eyes blazing “Don’t say that.”
The weight of his words hangs between you, heavy, suffocating.
You swallow “Sorry. Just trying to make you laugh.”
“Not funny” he mutters.
You look away, fingers curling against the examination table.
Another long silence. Then, his hands are suddenly on either side of your face, tilting your head up gently so you’re looking at him again. His touch is careful, but his grip is firm, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.
His voice is quieter this time “You’re not dying.”
You stare at him. For a moment, you want to believe him, but the way his hands tremble against your skin tells you otherwise.
After a while, Law stares at the test results, fingers tightening around the paper. His golden eyes flick over the numbers, the medical jargon, the hard, undeniable facts.
It’s terminal.
He’s quiet... too quiet. That’s the first thing that unsettles you. You’re used to his silence, but this is different. This is suffocating.
“So?” You swing your legs lightly from the examination table, forcing a smirk “What’s the verdict, Doc? Am I dying?”
Silence.
The smirk falters “Law?”
His fingers crumple the edge of the paper. His jaw tightens. And then, so softly that you almost don’t hear it, he says “…It’s incurable.”
For a second, you swear time stops.
The words don’t register at first. They don’t make sense. It’s like your brain refuses to process them.
And then you laugh.
It bursts out before you can stop it, light, teasing, just like every other joke you’ve made today “Wow, dramatic. You make it sound like I’m already in my grave.”
He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t even look at you.
The smile on your lips wavers.
“You’re kidding, right?”
His hands tighten into fists at his sides. He still won’t look at you.
Your heart pounds a little faster “Law. Tell me you’re joking.”
Nothing.
The laugh that slips out this time is shaky “Come on, then this is the part where you tell me there’s some rare treatment, right? Some experimental surgery? You’re Trafalgar freakin’ Law, Surgeon of Death. There’s no way—”
“y/n.”
The way he says your name, quiet, strained, makes the air leave your lungs.
Your fingers curl against the fabric of your shirt. The examination table feels too cold beneath you. The walls feel like they’re closing in.
“No...” you whisper.
Law’s lips press into a thin line. His hands twitch, like he wants to reach for you, but he doesn’t.
“No” you say again, more forcefully this time. You shake your head, heat rising in your chest, crawling up your throat “You’re wrong. There’s... there’s gotta be something. You just haven’t figured it out yet. Right?”
“Y/N—”
“No!” The word cracks as it leaves you “I’m not dying!”
Your vision blurs. Your hands shake. And suddenly, it’s too much.
Your body moves before you can think, you push yourself off the table, right into his chest.
Law catches you instantly, arms wrapping around you, steady, grounding. And just like that, everything shatters.
“I don’t—I don’t want to die” you choke out, gripping his coat like it’s the only thing keeping you here “I want to stay. With you. I want—” Your voice breaks “I want a future. I want us to be happy. I want—”
A sob wracks through you.
“I want a family with you.”
Law stiffens.
The words spill out before you can stop them, you smile at him between your tears “A little version of you, all broody and nerdy and so so cute” You let out a wet laugh, broken and trembling “They’d probably scowl just like you, but they’d love books and have messy hair and—”
Your voice crumbles into sobs.
Law doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move.
And then his arms tighten around you, crushing, like he’s trying to hold you together, keep you from falling apart.
His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks.
“I’m going to save you.”
You want to believe him.
Only God knowa how much you want to believe him.
But the fear in his voice tells you even he isn’t sure.
The next morning, you wake up to find Law hunched over his desk, surrounded by stacks of medical books and scattered notes.
You sigh “You didn’t sleep, did you?”
“Sleep is a waste of time,” he mutters, scribbling something down “I need to go through every known case—”
“You need to stop already.”
He freezes.
Slowly, he turns to look at you. His dark circles are deeper than usual, his face unreadable, but you know him. You know that behind that impassive expression, he’s desperate.
You force a grin “If I really only have a little time left, do you really wanna waste it buried in books instead of spending it with me?”
Law’s fingers tighten around his pen.
“I’m not giving up” he says, voice low.
“I know,” you say gently “But I don’t want to spend my last time watching you drive yourself insane. If I’m gonna die, I wanna die happy.”
The words sting, but they’re true.
Law exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. He doesn’t respond.
You hop off the bed, stretching dramatically “Anyway, I’ve decided I’m done being sad. It’s exhausting. So I’m back, and better than ever!” You flash him a grin “That means full-time comedy and flirting, just for you, Captain!”
His brow twitches “Y/N...”
You wag a finger at him “Shh, let me have this.” You strike a pose “Behold, Trafalgar D. Law’s hottest, funniest girlfriend! Incurable disease edition!”
Nothing.
You pout “Wow. Tough crowd.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose “Why do I put up with this?”
“Because I’m irresistible,” you say, leaning closer “And because you love me.”
His breath hitches for just a second.
And then, quietly “Yeah.”
You blink. Your cheeks burn “Whoa, that was easier than I thought. If I’d known getting a lovely love confession was that easy, I would’ve faked a terminal disease ages ago.”
“Not funny” he mutters.
You snicker “Okay, okay, this one wasn't the best.”
Law sighs, shaking his head. But when he looks at you, his gaze lingers, like he’s memorizing you. Like he’s terrified you’ll disappear if he looks away.
And suddenly, the atmosphere shifts. Because this is too familiar to him.
The way you laugh, the way you grin like you aren’t dying, like none of this is real... it reminds him of Corazon. Always smiling. Always laughing. Even with blood in his mouth. Even when he knew he was going to die.
A lump forms in Law’s throat.
You notice his change in expression instantly “Hey. What’s wrong?”
His fingers twitch at his sides “Nothing” he lies.
But you see it in his eyes, the fear.
You sigh, stepping closer, reaching for his hands. His fingers are cold. You squeeze them.
“Law,” you say softly “I’m not trying to leave you behind. I just... I don’t want you to only remember me as the person who was sick, who died. I want you to remember me smiling. Happy. With you. Because that's what I am.”
His hands tighten around yours.
He doesn’t say anything. But when you squeeze his hands again, he squeezes back.
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You think Law has finally accepted things.
You think he’s finally listening to you, finally spending time with you instead of drowning himself in books and medical theories. And for a while, he does.
He stays close, fingers brushing against yours when you walk, arms wrapping around you when he thinks no one is looking. Some nights, he holds you a little too tight, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.
It makes you happy. It makes you feel alive. But then, he starts again.
The sleepless nights. The books. The notes. The obsessive, frantic research.
You wake up one night to find the bed empty.
Again.
With a sigh, you push yourself up. You grip the blanket, taking slow, even breaths, waiting for your vision to finally settles, you get up and pad toward Law’s office.
You don’t bother knocking.
“Law...”
He doesn’t look up. He’s hunched over his desk, surrounded by open books, pages filled with diagrams of Devil Fruits and medical notes scribbled in his messy handwriting. His coat is discarded on the chair, sleeves rolled up, hands gripping a pen so tightly his knuckles are white.
You frown “What are you doing?”
“Working.” His voice is hoarse.
“Yeah, I can see that, genius. But on what?”
He finally looks at you. There’s something wild in his eyes, desperation, determination, obsession.
You step closer. Your gaze flickers to the notes. And then your heart stops.
“Law,” you whisper, throat dry “Are you... are you trying to find me a Devil Fruit?”
“Not just any Devil Fruit,” he mutters, flipping a page. His fingers move fast, tracing over diagrams “Something similar to the Ope Ope no Mi. Something that could manipulate your body, enhance cellular regeneration, maybe even reprogram the disease out of you.”
Your stomach drops.
“Law.”
“I just need to find the right one.” He keeps going like he hasn’t heard you “There’s research, fragments of old studies, theories. If I can modify a fruit’s properties, or find a compatible—”
“Law!”
He flinches.
You swallow, hands shaking “You can’t just... you can’t force me to eat a Devil Fruit.”
He glares at you, jaw clenched “If it’s the only way to save you, then yes, I can.”
The air crackles between you.
For the first time, you see that he won’t stop. He won’t accept it. Not like you have.
You take a shaky breath “You’re trying to save me the same way Corazon saved you...”
His body tenses.
“You think if I eat a fruit like yours, I’ll survive just like you did.”
Silence.
“I won’t lose you” he whispers.
Your heart clenches.
You step closer, reaching for his face, cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch immediately, like he’s starved for it.
“Law,” you say softly “You can’t fix this, and it's okay.”
He squeezes his eyes shut “There’s always a way.”
You shake your head “Even if there is… do you really want to spend our last moments like this? Chasing something that might not even exist?”
His breath shudders against your palm.
For the first time, he doesn’t have an answer.
Law is different after that night.
He still spends hours in his office, buried in books, chasing after a cure that may not exist. He still barely sleeps, barely eats, his mind running in endless circles of calculations and medical theories.
But now he makes time for you.
It starts small. Sitting next to you on the deck, staring at the ocean in comfortable silence. Letting you lean against him while he reads, his hand absentmindedly brushing over yours.
Then, it becomes more. Stealing moments with you in the kitchen, pretending to help while you cook, though he mostly just watches you with those quiet, golden eyes. Taking you to watch the sunset, fingers grazing against yours but never quite holding on.
And sometimes, when he thinks no one is looking, he smiles.
It reminds you of something he once told you.
“Even now you’re trying to do what Corazon did for you, aren’t you?” you say one night, breaking the silence.
Law tenses beside you.
The two of you are lying on the bed, facing each other. It’s one of the rare nights he actually gets in bed with you instead of falling asleep at his desk. His fingers hover near your wrist, not quite touching, just barely brushing your skin.
He doesn’t answer right away. But you see it in his eyes.
“I’m not like him” he mutters.
You smile, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear “You’re right. From what you told me, he was goofier. More dramatic.”
His lips twitch “That sounds more like you.”
“Maybe,” you hum “But you’re doing exactly what he did. You’re trying to give me happy memories while working yourself to death behind my back.”
His eyes darken.
You brush a hand against his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. He looks exhausted, but you know that no matter what you tell him, he won’t stop.
“You can’t save everyone, Law” you whisper.
His grip tightens around the sheets “I can save you.”
You close your eyes, exhaling softly.
“Then at least promise me something” you murmur.
He waits.
“When I go—”
“You’re not—”
“When I go,” you say again, firmer this time, “I want you to keep going. Don’t disappear. Don’t close yourself off.”
Law stares at you, his expression unreadable.
“You think I could just move on?” he finally asks, voice raw.
“I think,” you say, fingers brushing against his, “that you deserve to be happy.”
He doesn’t answer.
But later that night, when he thinks you’re asleep, you feel his hand finally take yours. And for the first time, you wonder who’s more afraid of losing the other, you or him.
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For the first time in weeks, Law looks alive.
He bursts into the Polar Tang’s main room, eyes sharp, steps quick, movements filled with purpose. His coat flares behind him as he scans the room, spotting the Heart Pirates scattered around, Shachi and Penguin bickering, Bepo munching on a snack, Ikkaku polishing her tools.
“All of you,” he orders, voice firm, urgent “Meeting. Now.”
The crew blinks at him.
“Whoa, Captain, you good?” Penguin asks, tilting his head “You look—”
“Awake,” Shachi finishes “Which is weird, considering you haven’t slept in days.”
“Meeting. Now.” Law repeats, already turning toward the control room.
Bepo exchanges glances with the others before nodding “Let’s go.”
Within minutes, the crew is gathered. The room is tense, because they can feel it. Something has changed.
Law places both hands on the table, looking at them with determination burning in his golden eyes.
“I’ve found a cure.”
Silence.
Then Penguin nearly chokes “Wait, what?!”
“You...” Shachi’s eyes widen “You’re serious?”
Bepo’s ears twitch “Captain…”
Law nods, rolling out a hand-drawn diagram of an unknown Devil Fruit.
“It’s called the Vita Vita no Mi,” he explains “A Devil Fruit that enhances the body’s ability to regenerate and purge diseases. It was recorded in old medical texts from over a century ago, lost, believed to be a myth. But I found something.”
He flips to another page.
“There were reports of this fruit appearing in a black-market trade just over a decade ago. Tracked to an island in the Grand Line.” His gaze hardens “We’re going there.”
The crew stares.
“You mean—” Ikkaku leans forward “You mean there’s a chance?”
“A damn good one,” Law says “If I can get my hands on this fruit, if I can modify its effects, then Y/N...”
He stops. Swallows.
“Then she survives.”
The weight of his words hits the crew all at once.
Shachi exhales sharply “Tell us what you need, Captain.”
Penguin nods “We’re in.”
Bepo clenches his fist “We’ll get that fruit.”
Law looks at them, the family he’s built, the people who trust him without question.
“Set course,” he orders “We leave now.”
And for the first time since this nightmare started, there’s hope.
The ship cuts through the Grand Line’s turbulent waters, the Polar Tang moving faster than it has in weeks. There’s a sense of urgency now, an undercurrent of hope that the crew has never felt before.
Law is different. His usual calm, stoic nature is there, but there’s a fire behind his eyes, a purpose that drives every action. He barely sleeps, constantly working to map out the island, planning for the worst.
Every night, before he goes to bed, he checks on you. His hands are gentle, his gaze searching, but he says nothing. He only watches you breathe, listens to the soft rise and fall of your chest.
In those moments, you think he’s not sure if you’ll be there when he returns.
But when he talks about the cure, when he speaks of the Vita Vita no Mi, the miracle fruit, you see the fire again. Hope.
And for a while, you let yourself believe.
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Days pass. The island is in sight.
Law stands at the bow of the ship, eyes fixed on the shore.
“Keep steady” he commands, his voice cold, calculated.
You’re on the deck, staring at the sky as the island draws nearer. You’ve grown weaker over the past few days. The disease is ravaging your body, and you can feel it. But you smile through it, just like you promised.
Bepo stays by your side, as always. The big polar bear mink is there, standing guard, just as loyal as ever. His presence is a small comfort to you, he’s worried, you can tell, but he never presses.
You want to get up, join the crew, help them find the cure, but Bepo gently guides you back down when you try to stand, his big paw resting on your shoulder.
Bepo says softly “Captain’s got this.”
Law approaches, his figure towering over you, the weight of his gaze unmistakable.
“I’m going with you,” you say, your voice light, teasing “No way I’m letting you get all the glory, Captain.”
He crouches in front of you, his eyes softer than they’ve been in days.
“You’re staying here with Bepo.”
You blink at him “You don’t trust me to keep up with you?”
He smiles, just barely. It’s small, fleeting, but it’s there.
“Stay here, please.” His voice is quiet, almost a plea.
You want to argue, but the look in his eyes stops you.
You smile at him, though the effort is exhausting “I’ll just be here… waiting.”
The crew disembarks, heading into the thick jungle, with Law leading the charge. The air is thick, the path winding and treacherous. It’s as though the island doesn’t want them to succeed. But they don’t stop.
The days blur together as they search, scouring every inch of the land, every forest, every cave. Law is relentless. The fruit is out there. He knows it. He can feel it.
And then a blast of sound cuts through the jungle, a distant rumble that echoes in the air. Law’s eyes widen, his body tensing. Without a word, he sprints while teleporting himself.
The crew follows quickly, but the jungle seems to twist itself around them, the path becoming harder and more dangerous as they go.
Law doesn’t care. He’s focused on one thing now: getting back to you.
You’re lying on the deck, growing weaker by the minute, your breath shallow. You know the end is near.
But Bepo stays with you, his warm presence a steady anchor. He’s the one who brings you water, who keeps you from slipping into a fevered daze. He’s the one who makes sure you’re comfortable, even as your body is slowly shutting down.
“Hang in there,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face “Captain will bring the cure back. I know he will.”
You want to reassure him, to tell him not to worry, but the words won’t come.
You reach for his paw weakly, and he holds your hand with surprising tenderness.
Hours pass. The night grows darker, and the crew has yet to return. The air is thick with tension.
Finally, the sound of heavy footsteps reaches the deck.
Law appears, drenched in sweat, his face hard but his eyes alive.
“Y/N…” His voice cracks as he kneels beside you, his hands immediately going to your face, checking for fever, your pulse.
“You found it?” you whisper, barely able to speak.
He nods, not trusting his voice. He opens his pack, pulling out the Vita Vita no Mi, the fruit wrapped carefully in cloth.
But before he can do anything, you stop him with a hand on his wrist.
“Law… don’t…” You cough, a weak laugh escaping you “I don’t know if it’ll work… if it’s too late…”
“No,” he insists, his voice desperate “It will work. I won’t let you—��
“I just wanted to be with you,” you whisper, the words barely audible “I wanted to see you happy… with me.”
Bepo steps back, his heart heavy, but he’s still there, watching over you.
Law hesitates, his eyes locked on yours. The fruit still rests in his hand, but he can’t bring himself to do it—not yet.
“Please,” you whisper, weakly gripping his hand “Just stay… stay with me.”
He looks at you, the flicker of fear in his eyes, fear of losing you, the same fear he’s been running from since Corazon.
“I won’t leave you,” Law says softly “I promised, remember?”
The crew now waits in the background, hearts clenched in their chests. They don’t speak. They don’t breathe.
The night stretches on, heavy with anticipation. But nothing happens.
Law continues to hold the fruit, watching you closely, waiting for a sign, a flicker of hope. But you’ve grown so still. The seconds feel like hours, and when Law finally lifts the fruit to your lips, your eyes flicker open again, meeting his.
You smile, the faintest of smiles.
“I’m sorry for not being stronger…” You pause, each word coming with effort, but you press on “But you have to live, okay? You have to keep going. Don’t waste your life… Please… don’t waste it… for me.”
His eyes widen in shock, and a single tear slips down his cheek.
“I can’t lose you” he whispers, his voice breaking.
But you just smile faintly, your hand weakly squeezing his “Even if this won't work, I need you to know you already saved me… You gave me this life, this love. Now live it, for both of us.”
Your eyes flutter shut once more, and the world holds its breath.
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nineteenninety-six · 3 months ago
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── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Midnight Coffee
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Pairing: John Shen x wife!doctor!Reader
AN: This is for all my Dr Shen truthers out there! Reader works in the morgue and is a doctor but I'm totally clueless about the nitty-gritty details so I left it vague. I did want to expand and write more but I was desperate to post this.
WC: 839
Warnings: Hospital inaccuracies, mentions on dead bodies and the results of Pittfest.
Synopsis: You take a much needed breather with your husband.
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You were used to death. It was your job. Day in day out you saw and worked with death but today took a lot from you. The sheer amount of people who died brutally and scared for no other reason other than the selfish actions of a man.
You were drowning in the morgue, it was non stop for hours for you and your colleague, David, your turn that night after the ED and surgery had their chaos earlier that evening. There was a lull, a brief respite where you should relax back into a chair, close your eyes to relieve them from the strain and flex and rest your aching hands.
David watches you from their position across the table, they had arrived much later than you did and so you did a lot of work alone, which was something you did often enough but today was not an ordinary day.
"Take a breather" David tells you, "Fifteen-twenty minutes. Get a coffee and some fresh air."
You considered saying no but you honestly knew that you needed a break and so you nod, murmuring a 'thank you' as you push yourself up with a soft groan.
You grab yourself some shitty staffroom coffee before you walk to the ambulance bay and lift yourself up on the brick wall, letting your feet dangle freely. You smile as the cool breeze washes over you, it was stuffy in the morgue so this was a blessing.
Your smile quickly drops once you sip your shitty coffee.
"Hey"
You look over your shoulder and smile at the sight of your husband approaching you with an iced coffee and his hoodie.
"You're a sight for sore eyes" The sweet smile on your face is the one that is reserved only for your husband.
"Yeah?" John hands you the dunkin' iced coffee as he stands between your spread legs. "I hope you're always happy to see me."
"I am." You hum around your straw before the warmth of his hoodie envelopes you making you shiver in pleasure,"But with today... I really am glad to see your face."
John places his hands on your thighs, giving them a squeeze as he hums in agreement, "How long do you have?"
"Ten, maybe fifteen minutes" You check your watch, "You?"
"Ellis will come running if I'm needed"
"Not very attending like behaviour Dr Shen" You tease, "I'm telling Gloria first thing."
"Maybe she'll fire me and I can finally become a house husband."
"Not with that attending money you're making you're not" You scoff.
"So you're telling me you only married me for my money" John jokes.
"Yeah" You laugh, "Let's just forget the last ten years we've spent together and the fact you only became an attending three months ago."
"Can't believe we've been together for ten years" John pressed closer to you," How many more will you put up with me for?"
You wrap your arms around his neck, "At least for another five years but honestly... forever. I want to be by your side forever."
John pulls you into a soft but passionate kiss, pulling you deeper in love with him.
"And what about becoming Dr Shen?" John asks .
"I'm already married to you, you don't have to beg me anymore."
John laughs "First of all, I did not beg you. If I remember correctly, you enthusiastically said yes. Screamed it even. Besides, you know what I'm talking about."
"Sorry babe" You pull back slightly so you can look him in the eye. "I like my last name plenty enough and there's only enough space for one Dr Shen in this hospital."
"Is that a compliment?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
John rolls his eyes at your non-answer but this was a common light hearted back and forth between you, it was just a form of teasing and flirting for you two.
Your watch buzzes signalling the end of your break and you sign disappointedly. You took a couple more desperate mouthfuls of the iced coffee before returning it to John, not being allowed to bring a drink down to the morgue, along with his jumper before jumping off of the brick ledge you perched yourself on.
"Alright, I've got to go but I'll see you at the end of the shift."
"You think you'll be done by then?" John asks as he walks you to the elevator.
You shrugged, "No clue but Gloria has already given so much overtime tonight, I hardly doubt she will allow or approve anymore lest we lose ten nurses in return."
As the elevator reached their floor, you pulled John in a grounding comforting hug that will help you power through the rest of your day.
"I love you," You murmured into his chest, "So much."
"I love you too" John presses a soft kiss to your lips, "More than you can imagine."
You step away and into the elevator, pressing your floor and you wave at John until the doors close in front of you.
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kxsagi · 4 months ago
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“𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐟”
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a/n: tried to make it not too angsty since i'm a happy person, but it's when reader finds out she's pregnant post-divorce! slight mentions of "doing it." inspired by @neeeooon's "when they find out they have a kid, pt 2” I LOVE HER WORKS
you and isagi were truly that one couple where you couldn’t tell if they were dating or just best friends. 
strangers would glance at the two of you and wait for some sign of affection to confirm an answer to their thoughts, friends would always admire how the two of you made the cutest couple, and family would always support your relationship through thick and thin. 
over four years of dating inevitably ended up in marriage, a beautiful ceremony celebrated with the most beautiful rings. 
but, oh how marriage was the worst thing that could’ve happened to you. 
you’re not too sure what made everything spiral downwards. only after a month of initiating vows, your first ever argument as a married couple occurred, and boy was it heated. more only followed after that, becoming more frequent as time went on, usually ending in nights at a friend’s house or spent alone in your shared house. 
the final straw was when isagi insulted you in an escalating fight. 
“why do you always shut me out?" you asked, voice trembling and eyes narrowed. 
isagi turned away, running a hand through his hair. “i’m trying to think, woman. just give me a minute." 
the word landed like a slap. your breath hitched and your face paled. 
to this day, you can still taste his venom on your tongue and feel the burn on your cheek from that moment. he had never talked to you like that before. sure, he had a dirty mouth, but he had never gone so far as to insult you or call you a name like that. 
without thinking, you signed the divorce papers and forced yourself to show up in court to finalize the divorce. your now ex-husband wasn’t there, but he had his parents speak for him instead. 
just two days later, you’re panicking. 
as if the mental toll wasn’t enough from your recent divorce, there was a positive pregnancy test resting on your bathroom sink counter, staring back at you. with a hand clasped to your mouth, you remembered the last passionate night the two of you shared after another heated argument, ending with him releasing inside of you, despite knowing you were ovulating. 
holding back the sobs was unsuccessful as you pondered about what to do. 
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over two years later, you’re carrying your 18-month old boy on your hip as you attend to chores around the house when you hear your doorbell ringing. rushing to see who this unexpected visitor may be, thinking it may be your mother coming for a surprise visit, you’re shocked to see isagi’s best friend, bachira. 
“hey, long time no see! i feel like i haven’t seen you since your wedding,” he laughs, as bubbly as ever. 
quickly turning to try and hide your baby boy, you nervously laugh. “oh hey bachira, how are you doing?” 
bachira dodges the question, noticing who you’re holding. “to be honest, i haven’t talked to isagi in over a year because we’ve both been so busy with our soccer careers. but i at least thought he would tell me he had a kid.” 
you play dumb. “isagi? this isn’t –” you stop yourself short, knowing there was no point in lying when your baby boy was an exact copy of his father, even with the tiny hair sprout. 
“uh huh… that’s definitely believable. i’m assuming isagi doesn’t know about this either?” 
not long after that, you gave up in defeat, inviting bachira in as you explained everything: the arguments, divorce, and pregnancy. your baby boy absolutely loved bachira, and bachira loved him. the two grew close rather quickly. 
so when your doorbell rang the next day, you expected to see bachira at the door yet again. a smile was already on your face as you held your baby to your hip like glue, happy that someone other than your family and girlfriends was going to spend time with him. 
but your eyes widen when you not only see bachira, but also isagi. 
your ex-husband is staring at you in shock, jaw clenched, staring back and forth at you and his son. he had no idea that this entire time you were parenting alone. “is he mine? no – that’s just a stupid question. he is mine.” 
bachira took your baby from you, walking over to the living room to leave the two of you alone to talk. 
“when… when did you find out you were pregnant?” 
“two days after our divorce.” 
isagi runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “so if you were pregnant for nine months then… he’s 18-months now?” 
you nod slowly, heart rate breaking records as you stand in front of the man you once loved. at the time, you didn’t know what decision to make, whether to keep the baby, contact his father, or just raise him alone. 
“i know we ended off on bad terms, but you didn’t wanna tell me?” isagi glares. “what the hell?!” 
“what was i supposed to do?! you didn’t even show up to the court room!” you yell, your volume causing the man to flinch. "how do you think i felt?!"
“how could i?! i still –” isagi groans, stopping himself from saying something without thinking again. 
realizing the situation, you take a deep breath, exhaling with your hands on your hips. 
your ex-husband takes the hint and clears his throat. “well... you’re living in the same house.” 
“because your parents spoke for you in court and said that you would give me the house. and… thank you for paying it off. i know that’s not easy,” you quietly say, so soft that isagi could barely hear you. 
“it’s… no problem…” he sighs. 
a long stretch of awkward silence stands between the two of you, two gazes looking everywhere but each other. 
bachira comes back, “i heard silence and took it as a sign that you’ve talked some stuff out?” 
while that was far from the truth, you nodded, ready to talk to your ex-husband more later, but for now, he deserved to see his son. 
taking your baby boy from his uncle bachira’s arms, you look up at eyes you once loved. eyes you fell in love with. and now eyes that make you feel heavy regret and guilt more than anything else. 
“do you want to hold him?” 
isagi is breathless, caught off guard by the question, but he reaches his large hands out. “yes…” 
the moment his son is in his arms and looks up at him with those copy of eyes, isagi feels like he’s changed. 
he puts himself in your shoes, wondering how hard it must have been for you to support yourself when he was the breadwinner of the family. also how lonely you must have felt, and suddenly, he feels guilty and regretful all at once. 
the two of you created this beautiful human, this new life. 
“18 months old…” 
isagi manages to smile, nuzzling his nose against his now smiling son’s own. “i already missed one birthday. i’m not missing another one again.” 
© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
a/n: LMK IF YOU WANT A PT. 2 BC I’M WILLING TO MAKE ONE FOR THIS!!!
(header image credits go to @reinyy-days here on tumblr! HER ART IS AMAZING THIS IS MY FAVORITE ISAGI FANART EVER)
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clarkeybabey · 8 months ago
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❝ i need you to fill the void ❞
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# summary; someone spoils your secret
# playlist; void, the neighbourhood, nothing's gonna hurt you baby, cigarettes after sex.
# word count; 1.2k
# note; freya, faith, and talia cameo, I didn't proofread and I hate this oops.
Have a wedding they said, it'll be fun they said. You can't name a time when you've been this stressed out and anxious in all your years of living. To make it even worse, the one person who could help you breathe through all of this wasn't going to able to see you for another three and a half hours.
Last night, for the sake of tradition, you slept without George for the first time in more than a year. He texted you about a thousand times after you finally fell asleep about how he couldn't wait to be tied to you for the rest of your lives, which meant you woke up in the best of moods despite the lack of his presence.
Keeping everything a secret wasn't hard, since everyone had done it before for Simon and Talia. Unfortunately, some people you thought you could trust with an invitation weren't the most reliable. Your friends were sat off to the side some snapping pictures of you and themselves, others scrolling social media. Freya gasps, she's unable to control the way her lips purse, and brows crease as she turns the volume of her phone down as quick as possible.
You're sat in a chair, your makeup artist hard at work. "Something wrong?" In the blink of an eye, the girls are all standing around Freya, staring at the screen in disbelief.
Talia chews at her bottom lip before speaking, "Y/N, sweetheart, I'm gonna show you something, but I want you to try not to freak out."
You swear you feel your throat begin to close at the slight waver in her voice, now it's your turn for your brows to knit together, "I'll try," you mumble, absentmindedly picking at your manicure.
She makes her way to you as slow as ever with Freya in tow with her phone, which she hands off to you after turning the volume back up, swiping up and back to the video to restart it. You recognize the username as a girl George had introduced you to a few months ago at the sidemen's anniversary party, you don't recall sending her an invitation...
The video begins with a screech from her, "Hi, guys! This get-ready with me is extra special, this time my friend George is getting married," you feel your stomach drop, cheeks warming as she talks about only being a plus one to someone whose name goes in one ear and straight out the other.
"This better be a fuckin' joke," bile begins to rise in your throat and tears threaten to melt away every bit of the 45 minutes spent on your nearly Pinterest-perfect makeup. When you click on the comments you notice there are some from mere seconds ago and steadily continue to pour in, you shake your head hoping someone will pinch you and wake you from this atrocious nightmare, "God, I really wish this was a joke," you whisper, your bottom lip trembling uncontrollably.
You look up at the girls around you as you slowly start to crumble under the weight of it all. Faith is typing away furiously, jamming her fingers against her phone screen, you hand Freya her phone back, wordlessly reaching for your own that was laying screen down on the vanity.
When the screen comes to life you see messages, notifications from dms, posts, and tweets you've been tagged in. Nothing really catches your eye aside from two missed calls from George and a few texts just under them.
my fiance 😝😈: call me when you see this please, darling
And you did exactly that. He answers on the first ring, his soft, accented voice filling your ear ripping another sob from your throat, "Y'alright, love?" He asks knowing the answer, hoping to god you weren't on tiktok to see what he'd seen a few minutes ago, but as you cry into the speaker he understands you have.
You shake your head, before remembering that he can't see your actions, "No," you croak, making him sigh and shake his head. This is your day and somehow someone's managed to ruin it for you.
To be completely honest, George couldn't care less about everything being secret, but all you wanted through the whole planning process was privacy, no huge party after the ceremony, nothing.
You didn't want to post anything until you were boarding the plane for your well-deserved nearly three-week honeymoon. And your fiance was more than happy to oblige.
"Can you come here? Please, I couldn't give two fucks about tradition, we're fuckin' tiktokers for god's sake." you pause a second until you hear shuffling on his end, followed by a snort. "I'm already outside, baby," you hear the smile in his voice, you keep your phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder.
When the door swings open, he's standing there looking so damn good in the suit you picked out together so many months ago and it makes you cry even harder, knowing how much of a snotty mess you probably look now all because everything not going the way you imagined.
He wraps you into his arms before you're able to say anything, breathing you in. "You look beautiful," he steps back from you keeping a comforting hand on your hip as he looks you up in down, "this satin?" He asks pinching at the material of your dressing gown, to which you simply nod, your throat still feeling tight.
Of course, he notices how much everything's eating you alive, "I handled it, sweetheart. I figured out who invited her, they know we don't think its a good idea for her to come," he gives you a reassuring squeeze, watching your face closely for any change of expression.
You pursed your lips taking a deep breath through your nose, "Thank you, I missed you so much," he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, instead of responding immediately, he chose to envelope you into his arms. Your ear is pressed against his chest so close you can hear his heart thumping against his ribcage, "Missed you more, could hardly sleep without you."
This time when he pulls away, his hands cup your face, and his lips meet yours in what you swear is the best kiss you've ever had, he doesn't keep you like that for as long as you'd like, leaving you chasing after the feeling. He rests his forehead against yours and his hand slips from your cheek to your neck where he feels your pulse quicken.
He breathes you in, this time stepping back for real knowing the girls are waiting for you, "Now go get in the dress I've been hearing about for months, wanna hurry up and make you mine for life."
You smile, the first real one you've worn since reading his messages this morning, "So impatient," you mutter and he shakes his head, swatting at your bum, "I can show you impatient," he quirks a brow, his voice is laced with suggestiveness that's unmistakable
"Later," he raises his hands in surrender as you turn back to the door that's ajar, his hand catches your wrist, turning you around quicker than you could let a gasp escape you. His lips find yours once more and you exhale out of your nose, relaxing against him as he smiles against your mouth. "Now you're free to go," your fingers dance along your now tingling lips, as you watch him disappear down the hallway,
When you return to the girls you almost have forgotten the original situation at hand aside from the fact that maybe every little thing about him is the best.
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witherby · 7 months ago
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Could you make more Damian and mer!Reader? I wanna see them swim together!
Yeah, I can do that! The previous post surpassed 10 reblogs so y'all can have another installment :)
Part 2 of Human!Damian x Mer!Reader
Content: Fluff, Swimming, Language Barrier, Courtship Ritual (unbeknownst to Damian)
Part 1 is Here!
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You swim in fast spirals through your enclosure, ducking around seaweed and colorful rocks and the fake castle spire they installed for you to hide in, tail brushing against the rough, stony texture. The lights all dimmed about thirty minutes ago, leaving just the bioluminescent foliage scattered throughout your tank and a few, small overhead lamps to illuminate the space. You know that this means all the Attention Time is done for the day, and that Damian will soon be around for dinner and playtime.
When you feel those familiar disturbances in the water, the gentle swish, swish, swish of your favorite caretaker's hand, you bolt towards it and surface with a splash and a chirp. Damian wipes the water off his face and levels you with an unamused look, which you preen at, and you rest your arms on the lip of the tank.
"Hello to you, too," he greets, holding up your bucket. "It's dinner time. You did great today, as though we could expect anything less than perfection at this point."
You take the bucket and start eating, offering a piece of squid to Damian. He scrunches his nose and politely refuses, so you shove it between your own, razor-sharp teeth instead.
"Visitors asked a lot of questions about you today," Damian says. You register the general idea of what he's talking about — the "visitors" are the creatures that come to stare at you in the funny tunnels. "Two of the tour groups asked if you were lonely, being the only mer we have in the aquarium."
The boy tilts his head, vibrant green eyes unusually pensive as he regards you. You stare back as you chew, the fins on either side of your head twitching. You love staring at his eyes, more vibrant than any foliage in your tank and endlessly entertaining to look at. When he speaks again, you do your best to keep following along.
"I didn't know how to answer them. Mers, from what few we've observed in the wild, travel in pods. You don't exhibit behaviors of loneliness or excessive stress, however; I don't think living here without pod-mates is causing you harm, otherwise we'd see you picking at your fins and scales, or lashing out more violently, or at the very least hiding more often."
You smile. How silly of your caretaker — he is your pod! You socialize with him plenty, even if he can't live in your enclosure with you! You click your tongue and trill, showing him your empty bucket to get the frown off his face.
Damian takes it back with a quick word of praise and dodges your grabby hands when you make to pull him into the water.
"Patience. Let me change into the wetsuit, okay, Princess?"
You perk up and chirrup with glee. You know that word! He's going to come into the tank and play!
Damian disappears through a set of doors several yards away from the edge of your tank. You slip under the water to rehydrate your gills, floating aimlessly for a few minutes. When you surface again, Damian is standing on the edge of your tank in a black wetsuit with a small apparatus on his face. After an accident (and it was an accident, you promise! How were you supposed to know the land creatures couldn't breathe water the same way you did?) where you almost drowned Damian trying to play with him, he showed up a few days later with the suit and small face-thing that you learned was important not to pull off of him.
You whistle and trill, arms extended in delight. Damian's eyes crinkle just slightly around the edges, as he can't smile around the rebreather, and he lets his body tip forward into your waiting arms.
You splash into the water together, squeezing him in a tight hug, then draw back to grab his hand and pull him along. Damian allows it, kicking the flippers on his feet to help propel him along, though they're no match for your huge tail.
Playtime always starts with you dragging Damian to the bottom of your tank, either to show him the latest way you've arranged your collection of colorful rocks, or to find a gift for him. Sometimes you give him a rock, sometimes you give him a piece of foliage, and once you gave him a loose brick taken from your castle spire (he put that one back).
Today, you release his hand to dart into your seaweed nest, pawing around until you find what you're looking for, then pop back out and press it into his hands. Damian's eyes go wide, clutching the small handful of shredded scales you passed over with the delicateness one would use to cradle a baby.
Mers tended to have hoarding tendencies, especially for shiny things. Your myriad of painted stones and other aquatic-safe decorations were proof of that. In the wild, shedded scales were kept and used as further decoration for a nest, or placed around the entrance of their home so it could be easily identifiable. To see you hand him what is typically considered a valuable resource to your species...
Well, he's nothing short of flattered. You must care for him a great deal to be willing to part with your scales.
He signs Thank You under the water and carefully tucks the gift into a bag on his hip, since the wetsuit has no pockets. You grin back and twirl around him, bumping him a bit with your tail. Damian can just barely make out the sound of you trilling under the water as you bump him back and forth a couple times, a behavior you've never exhibited before. He bumps you back, which makes you trill even louder. It's fascinating.
When you're done, you circle Damian a few times, chittering and chirping, then gently shove his shoulders and take off like a bullet through the water, off to find a space to tuck yourself into for hide and seek. You can't play tag with him, it's never fair, but other games like this are easily adaptable between the two of you, especially given that your enclosure spans several floors of the building.
As you dart across your expansive tank looking for a place to slip into, you can't fight the giddy little skip in your heart. Damian accepted your scales! He accepted them and thanked you! You're so happy he accepted your proposal to be mated!
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