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mondaymelon · 2 years ago

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— 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮! ♡

໒꒱ || :feat~ lyney, freminet, wriothesley, neuvillette x gn!reader:

໒꒱ || cw: fluff <3 maybe a lil ooc since i havent done the fontaine quests yet, wrio is whipped !!

⤷ giving your fontaine boyfriend flowers ♡

“Oh? For me?”

LYNEY’s expression is one of delight as he holds the bouquet of roses you’ve gifted him, smiling gratefully. The shining excitement in his vibrant eyes, however, doesn’t quite translate into how ecstatic he really is… because usually, he’s not used to being on the receiving end of affection, since the charmingly flirty magician is constantly the one to make you glow red.

“They reminded me of you…” You laugh sheepishly, watching his grin only grow.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you, love.” He moves the flowers to one hand as the other finds its way resting on the small of your back, giving you something to lean on as he moves forward and gives you a quick peck on your cheek, light and fleeting. “So I’ll show you my thanks, hm?” His voice is low as he stares at you, something earnest in his gaze as his violet irises twinkle. You nod, slowly, unsure of what he implies, but you know him well enough to not be startled as he swiftly moves forward and meets his lips to yours. You can feel his warmth… is it because he’s a pyro user? It’s hard to think about anything, especially when you’re pressed up against him like this, mind blank as his mouth moves against yours.

He speaks as he pulls away with a slight smile, and your hand instinctively latches onto the hem of his coat. “Not enough for you?” You can hear the smirk in his tone. “C’mon now, we can’t be too greedy, love~”

“What? No, I just-!” You hastily release your grasp on his clothes, face growing hot. “Lyney, you know I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I know, I know, it’s just so fun to tease you, y’know?” He lets out a laugh at your pouting expression. “I can’t help it, really.”

There’s no winning against this man. “Hah… alright, alright…” You glance up in surprise as Lyney gently moves you out of his arms and starts to stand up.

“Aw, don’t look so sad, I just have something for you too! Surely one kiss or two isn’t enough to repay the gift you’ve given me?” He smiles as he reaches for his signature hat, which dangles on the coat rack. You watch in awe. How come his every movement is still so graceful?

“Lyney, I don’t need repaym-” You’re cut off as the man flourishes his arms - You blink, and all of a sudden there’s a bouquet of his own in his hands, splendid yellow roses, fully in bloom. “Wh-”

“Tada!” He bows, looking pleased with himself as he stares at the flowers in your arms, then up at you. “Now we match~” He holds up his own bouquet with a beam.

“W-When did you-”

“Magic.”

“So you can create just about everything with magic, huh…” You stare at the roses in silent wonder.

“Ah ah, not everything!” Lyney bounces on his feet, watching the look of curiosity on your face with an air of amusement. One of his sparkling eyes closes in a wink.

“No magic could ever conjure up something as limitless as my love for you!” ♡

“H-Huh? Flowers? For… me?”

FREMINET’s eyes are wide as he hesitantly holds the flowers in his hands, looking rather anxious. “But… why?” The poor male glances from the roses in his hands back to your face nervously, studying your features. “Y-You should’ve told me so that I would’ve had flowers for you too…!”

“There’s no need for you to give me a gift, Min. I just got you a bouquet because I felt like it, no reason.” You beam at him as his face only grows redder. “There’s really no need to get embarrassed!”

“Ah… but I feel bad…” He shakes his head, lightly colored hair swaying with his movements. You can hear him mumble under his breath, quietly to himself: “...omorrow…ing…”

“What was that?” You blink at him, confused. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

“N-Nothing! Uhm… do you want to go somewhere today? You’ve put me in a good mood, so…” He smiles softly, and the air around him seems to glow with the sheer brilliance of it. You match his smile with one of your own, watching as he takes the flowers out of the bouquet and arranges them into an intricately decorated vase, half-filled with water. Gazing at him is like observing a masterpiece at work, although you know far too well that the male’s job certainly has nothing to with that of a florist, yet the movement of his skillful hands captures your attention anyhow.

“Is something wrong? You’ve been looking at me for quite a while… is there something on my face?” Upon noticing how your eyes are fixated on him, he flinches, ears flaring red.

“No, you just look pretty today. You look pretty every day, Min.” It’s hard to restrain your laughter as you watch Freminet bury his face in his hands, his red ears visible from behind his hair.

“Don’t tease me…!”

“But it’s true.”

“D-Do you want to go to town or not…?” He shifts a finger, hesitantly peeking an eye out between them. “We can go get something to eat… I’ll pay, but you’ll have to order…” His usual habits were the same as always, how he’d stutter over his words when faced with anyone except his siblings… and of course, you.

“That sounds great, Min. Come on, let’s go!”

The next morning, a soft knock jolts you awake, three light raps hitting the wood before the sound of footsteps quickly retreated away. You manage to crawl out of bed and open the door, only to be startled as a large bouquet - larger than the one you had gifted him - sat on your doorstep, mixed with Fontaine classics and even Romaritime flowers… had he dived underwater to pick these for you? Every petal was perfect, and the flowers were all fully in bloom, despite being out of water. What kind of magic was this?

A cream-colored card catches your attention, leaning against the bouquet. On it are finely crafted words, written in Freminet’s familiar small script:

“Thank you, love.” ♡

“Hm? What’s the occasion?”

WRIOTHESLEY’s usual professionalism fades as his chest tightens with a giddy sensation. He had been having a rather tedious afternoon in the Fortress of Meropide - time passed all too slowly whenever you weren’t present - but now that you were here, he knew his minutes with you were already slipping away like sand through his fingers, no matter how tightly or carefully he cupped the grains in his hands. You were a free soul, a rather unfitting lover for his occupation, coming and going like the wind. And while your presence may be as fleeting as the gale, at least the breeze you brought would leave in him a warm sensation. “I wasn’t aware you’d be visiting today.”

“I figured I might as well surprise you! Besides, you always come home with a scowl on your face, so I was just making sure you weren’t having a hard time here,” you smile at him, an expression that causes his heart to stutter. It takes him all he’s got in him to at least somewhat maintain his professional expression, knowing full well that if anyone else saw him at the moment, they would certainly be in for a shock. Your words are entertaining. Him? Having a hard time? That had long dissipated the moment you stepped foot into the building.

“Were you worried about me? I’m okay, so don’t concern yourself over such trivial matters.” Wriothesley lightly shakes his head. For someone as beautifully naive as you to exist in this world, he knew full well that your future would not be free of adversaries. He supposed that wasn’t exactly a problem, though. The male had already promised himself that he’d dispose of them all when you weren’t looking.

Your face scrunches up like you’ve eaten something bad. “Trivial?” you echo, your tone expressing your annoyance. “Wrio, how could you say that? Of course I should be worried about you, silly! What kind of lover would I be if I didn’t?”

Ah, there you go again. Every time you refer to yourself by that title, he swears he can feel his heart skip a beat, the only evidence of his flusteredness is the burning of red dusting his ears. He had been refraining from holding you until he had gotten back home, but, naturally, you had broken his final sense of reason. You blink, and there he is, pressed up against you with both of his arms wrapped around your waist, your back leaning against his chest. He’s warm, startingly so despite him being the bearer of a Cryo vision, and you can hear the rapid thrum of his heartbeat.

“You’re cold,” he remarks offhandedly, pressing a kiss into your nape, then another.

“You’re warm,” you respond, smiling, only to hear the drumming of his heart quicken.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” Wriothesley’s face is flushed, just the tiniest bit, and once you blink, you could’ve sworn that it was never there.

“Do I?” You grin up at him cheekily. “Why don’t you care to elaborate?”

“Fuck, darling… you can’t keep doing this to me. I don’t think my heart will be able to take much more of this.” ♡

“They’re beautiful.”

NEUVILLETTE's fingers graze a petal and trace its outermost edge, studying the bouquet with a smile. The blooming assortment lays perfectly balanced in his hands as he cradles them gently. “Thank you, dearest.” His smile is serene, like an untouched expanse of water. Smooth, and glimmering, and when you lean over to peer into it, you can see your clear reflection staring up at you. His eyes mirrored it, pure and unsullied. His beauty stuns you for a moment. He had always been a man with an air of elegance, his magnificence simply inhumane, and it was likely a stroke of luck that Neuvillette had ever taken you as his partner.

Of course, those were merely your thoughts on the matter. His did not match your sentiment, not even in the slightest. For in his mind, he was the one who didn’t deserve you. No, it would be simply unreasonable to compare him to something as perfect as water. You were the only one in his eyes who deserved such a title. And he was the Romaritime flower, only able to thrive in your presence.

“You like them?” He loathes the surprise in your voice. Indubitably, he did. There was no other option. It was something that you had gifted him, and that enough made its value clear.

“Certainly,” his eyes are warm. “I will treasure everything and anything you bestow upon me.”

“Vil, there’s no need to go that far…” you laugh sheepishly, only for the sound to slowly cease as you realize he isn’t jesting. “...Why?”

His soft laughter fills the silence. “I love you. Have I not made that apparent?”

“Yes, but there’s certainly no need for-”

“Shh.” This interaction has made something painfully clear for the man. Perhaps he hasn’t been showing you enough affection? He is a busy man, but he always heads home, heads to you whenever he has a second to breathe. Yes, only in your arms would he finally feel content. Only with your fingers carding through his hair, whispering his name with a smile and closed eyes, only then. You knew how much he yearned for you, right?

If not… well, that could be changed.

“You’ve given me such a precious gift, so I should show my thanks out of courtesy.” Wrapping his arms around your smaller frame and leaning your head against his chest, to hide the slightest flush on his cheeks. “Ah, but it should be a fair trade.” You tilt your head at his words, confused.

“Only one kiss won’t be justified, hm?” ♡

(a/n) help why do i actually like wriothesley's part this isn't supposed to happen ?! anyways yeah it was about time i wrote for fontaine men

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lunebulous · 2 months ago

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Their favorite positions - Xavier's

A.N: Xavier is just a lil mean in this one - but he still adores you most of the time. That man TAAAALKS. Hope you like it! W.C: 1815 words. MDNI! NSFW Ahead. Every LI will have its own post.

The ideal session would start with him doing what he likes most - teasing you. Making you ask, making you say out loud what you want before giving it to you, always finding a way to play with your mind as he plays with your body. “Why so whiny.. you want something, angel? What is it?”

You'd be sitting between his legs, where his hands knead your thighs and breast after pulling you closer to him by your hips; As he trails his lips where your shoulder meets your neck, being the biggest talker when it comes to loving on you.

He can't help but praise, getting you and himself buried in the moment by the way he describes and worships your voice, the little sounds coming from your lips after you finally told him you needed his fingers on you. “You have no idea what your pretty sounds do to me, starlight… makes me want to play with you like this forever..”

When it finally comes to slide himself in, he’ll stop playing with your clit for a moment, his hands exploring your breasts and tummy before lifting you just a little bit by the waist. He whispers softly to your ear, almost inaudibly as your back rests against his chest.

“Can you put it in for me, pretty girl?”

“mhmm..” you nod with a whiny hum.

“Good job.” he almost inaudibly praises. And as he holds you up, you reach for his cock, already so worked up you just slide it in without teasing or stroking it first, desperate to feel full. You moan lustfully and as soon as he feels your slick and warm walls engulfing his tip, he slowly lets your weight sink on his toned thighs with a heavy breath on your neck, as if relieved. “So warm f’me.. did you want it that bad? poor thing..”

His hands now travel back to your tummy, squeezing it possessively as he loves to feel your flesh against his long fingers as he licks and nibbles the bottom of your neck, groaning just under your ear. He cockwarms you for a bit, smirking as he loves to delay your desires for his own entertainment. As you squirm too much, he gets even harder with your pleas. “Xav.. please..” you whine softly. He leaves a contrastingly soft kiss to your earlobe. “Patience, starlight.” One of his hands goes lower to play with your clit again as the other slowly ascends to lightly hold your neck closer to him; not choking - just delivering a message. As you feel his firm middle finger circling your bud, you whine and rock your hips against his hand, his cock throbbing inside you, making you feel so full as you clench, and purposefully or not, his hand tightens on your neck. His soft deep voice warns you. “Behave. Take what I give you or I won’t give you anything at all.” How he manages to be mean and sweet at the same time always amazes you - but now, under his ministrations and feeling so pliant, you just nod and accept.

The feeling of his hand on your neck makes everything feel sharper, slowly getting unaware of how loud and whiny you’re getting. He shuts his eyes to concentrate on your whimpers, finger still playing with your clit as he grows impatient, wanting nothing more than to just fuck you senseless but loving your desperation for him; your need for him, showing just as explicitly as he feels the same need for you. His cock twitches inside you with every small movement your body does, his hips grinding against you subconsciously. After some time he can’t take it anymore - just playing with your clit, listening to your beautiful voice. He needs more, and he needs it louder.

He slides you both down, now laying on his back as you’re almost cumming, just almost there. You squeal, feeling your clit flutter as you start twitching.

“I’ll make you feel so good..” He mutters more to himself than you, his hands leaving your clit and neck. You protest of course, hands finding the side of his thighs under you to scratch. “Xav, no! Please-” you cry out. “I was’ just- aghnn, no! - please,” He chuckles.

His forearms hooking behind your knees as his hands go behind your head, placing his intertwined fingers and palms on the back of it - making you face the way he enters deeply into you. “Xav!” you whimper in surprise.

“Fuuuck baby…” He groans as he starts thrusting slowly. “‘m so sorry, I need to feel her cumming with me,” he throws his head back on the pillow. “you understand, right? You want me to do this, right? - fuck’!” He moans deliciously as you nod, finally feeling his girth stretching you properly, forced to watch it going deep inside before he pulls back, his shaft glazed with your wetness. He opens his eyes briefly and realizes you’re watching him move. “My sweet girl, you like it?” You nod shyly. “Oh you're loving it?! You're such a depraved one..” He chuckles a bit breathlessly, going faster. “And here I thought I was being too mean with my angel.. So dirty..” He chuckles condescendingly before his brows furrow, lips falling open as he concentrates on how good you feel around him, clenching so hard everytime you hear his voice. He loves knowing how he gets to play with you, to hear the sinful noises caused by him. Skin against skin, a fast and loud ‘plap’ repeats itself across the room.

He gets off at how easily you let yourself break for him. It fuels his own need and possessiveness, getting lost in the way you feel around him, your weight on him - knowing he can move you around like this, like his own personal doll. How he gets you all to himself right now, how only he touches you like this. And that’s why he always coos at you, his voice sweet and breathy as always, contrasting to the roughness he displays. “Ah you sound so beautiful.. love my angel s’much..” He adjusts his feet on the mattress to fuck you faster, harder. “You love me too, princess? Say you love when I do this to you,” Aaand he’s back at teasing you again, knowing you’re shy. He fucks you fast like a rabbit, moaning indiscreetly under you.

“I- I love when - you do-,” you start, crying out. “Do what?” he interrupts with a commanding strained tone, holding you tight in place as he fucks you, mean.

“Xavieeer…!” you whine in a protest, crying out loud as you feel a wet knot deep in your stomach.

“Gosh, I love when you call out for me like that.” He unhooks his hands from behind your head and knees, shifting to hug your waist on top of him. “What were u saying, angel?” it's almost like you can hear the smugness in his voice.

He slows down his pace and looks at your flushed face, his own not so different. Free from his hold, now you get to look to the side and really look at how he comes undone with you just as much as you do with him. “Let Xav hear you, hm? Hear his pretty girl?” He thrusts sharply. “Will you do that f’me?”

You whimper as you feel your orgasm fading at the slowness of his movements. He knows you were close again, he could feel it. But he won’t relent until you say it for him. And you know that.

You give in. “I love when you fuck me, Xav.. like this..” your voice is shy and faint as your head falls to the side, but his ego now is just as big as the smile on his face.

“You’ll be the death of me, princess.” He groans. He starts thrusting faster again, holding you tight to his torso, arms across your body; Having enough of his own games and just wanting to relish the way you feel around his shaft - warm, welcoming. The way you feel on his tip - slick, giving way.

He savours your body with an open mouthed kiss before his hands go behind your knees again, bending them and bringing your legs closer to your head. You start getting louder - and he does too.

“fuck-” the word slips out of your lips as you get tighter, silent. He knows you’re almost there and he knows it’s because of him. His own climax gets closer thinking of it. The knot deep in your stomach tightens until it snaps - you tense up, lips parted in an ‘O’ as your walls swallow him. A hot and big shiver goes around your thighs and core, your folds wet and swollen.

He starts panting. Thrusting fast, hard. He can't get enough. You feel so fucking good. Fuck fuck fuck-, you feel s'good. Shit.

He squeezes his eyes shut, a loud groan escaping his lips and then - white behind his eyelids.

His cock twitches inside you with a few more staggered thrusts, cum leaving his tip in liquid spurts, enough to start dripping out as he doesn’t stop thrusting - but now slower. Too focused on his high to really notice you came with him. He inhales deeply, kissing your hair mindlessly. And then you moan with a sigh, a choked back sound of relief and ecstasy - that’s when he realizes you’re riding your high with him. He slowly comes to a stop, but one of his hands let go of your knee to press on your clit, enhancing your climax.

“Fuck!” you complain silently.

He chuckles, his eyes scanning your flustered face. “Just feel good baby.. I got you.” he leaves a kiss on your temple. You whine quietly in response, enjoying the intimacy of it, your orgasm subsiding and leaving space to pure adoration.

“I love you..” you whisper, your voice tinged with a roughness he’ll never admit he adores.

“I know, baby.” He kisses your hair, above your ear. “Are you okay?” You turn your head to face him. “I am.. but.. Don’t you love me back?” You playfully pretend to be hurt.

He chuckles, seeing through your theatrical banter. “Want me to show you again how much I do?” He caresses your head, pulling a few strands of hair away from your face.

You giggle. “You know what, It’s fine, no, really!” You start squirming away from his hold in a jest, whimpering quietly as his cock slips out of you. He groans softly too.

Now laying by his side, he takes the opportunity to get on his knees and place his hands on each side of your waist to hover over you.

“No, no, where do you think you’re going?” He starts kissing your collarbone, going lower until he almost reaches your nipple. You run a hand through his hair.

“Xav-,” you start. He doesn't let you finish. “Since your highness is so unsure..” He playfully teases, “Let me show her how much I love her.” He kisses your ribs, your stomach. And he starts going lower… lower. "And her." And as soon as he adjusts himself to lay between your legs, arms hooking under your thighs, you sigh. He’s not leaving so soon.

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idontknowtheendd · 4 months ago

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somno with stepfather!rafe nd reader :3

WARNINGS: step-cest, dubcon/non-con, age gap, I’m imagining him with his lil mustache

don’t like, don’t read !!! MDNI

As he staggered past your room, the fragile boundaries of his morality began to dissolve.

his gaze was seemingly stuck on your sleeping form. His breath hitched, eyes glossing over you and your body, looking at the way your lacy panties were peeking out from your tight shorts, practically calling his name.

He swallowed the lump that began to form in his throat, ignoring the voice in his head that screamed at him, that told him this was wrong. His footsteps were heavy as he walked through the doorway, but you were still sleeping as peacefully as he’d ever seen. He silently shut the door behind him, before turning his focus back on you.

Stuffed animals were lined up behind you on the bed, and you were holding a deer one tight to your chest. Your lips looked soft, they were slightly parted, he realized when he walked closer. How cute. He let out a quiet sigh, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip as he stared down at you, the conflicting thoughts battling in his head.

He groaned out a quiet “fuck,” when he saw you turn in your sleep, you now sleeping with your face down on the pillow.

Rafe stalked closer, until he climbed up on your bed. He felt it falter underneath his weight, but you didn’t seem to notice, because you were still peacefully sleeping. He was silent as he took his cock out of his briefs, thankful that he never slept in anything else, because it made it so much easier.

His hands gripped the hem of your shorts, pulling them down to your ankles. He felt himself grow harder in his palms at the sight of your panties, all pretty and pink. just for him. It was as if you wanted this, as if you planned this.

Slowly, he pulled the lace to the side, cock throbbing when he finally saw the view of your pussy. He ran his finger over your folds, collecting any juice you had on his finger. He looked up at your face to see you furrow your eyebrows, but make no attempt to do anything.

He put his finger in his mouth, swirling his tongue around his fight, before bringing his hand to his cock, and the other gently grabbing the globes of your ass.

He guided his length to your folds, rubbing it up and down, until it reached your hole. A small smile made its way onto his face when he teased it, ever so slowly sinking into your warmth.

His lips parted, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as he could feel your walls clenching on him, even in your sleep. He saw the way you began to stir, cute little pout forming on your lips.

He couldn’t help himself anymore, not when he knew he might have limited time. He let out a low grunt when he bottomed out, pulling his cock out before plunging right back into you, and repeating. His balls hung and slapped against your clit.

Your eyes fluttered open, you moving your head to look over your shoulders when you feel someone push down on your head, forcing your head into the pillow as you let out a cry, confusion and fear evident even with the muffled sound. You sobbed into the pillow, staining your pretty white satin with your tears.

“Shhh.. shhh… I know, sweetie. I know.” He cooed into your ear, his pace not slowing for a second. “Such a good girl. Such a good girl for your daddy.” He spoke in an attempt to comfort you, but all it did was make you sob harder.

You moved your head to the side slightly, him only being able to make out the words ‘hurts!’ before he was shoving your face back into the pillow.

“Hurts? I know, I know it hurts. Just- just be a good girl f’me, for two seconds.” He told you, letting out a groan, you fisting the sheets under you when there was a particularly hard thrust. You were still half asleep, confused and tired.

“Oh. Baby. Sh…” He breathes out, his hand moving up your shirt, rubbing comforting circles onto your back.

“Just go back to sleep, ‘kay? I’ll be done in a little.” He told you, and you couldn’t find it in you to put up any more of a fight, you snapping your eyes shut and attempting to return to that slumber.

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devixxish · 3 months ago

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Pairing: Geto Suguru x AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 1277 | 15 paragraphs

18+ MDNI. NOT proofread, smut/slight fluff, mentions of female anatomy, dry humping, dom! Geto, reader goes a lil dumb, condescension/humiliation if you squint real hard, choking, mild dirty talk, badly written brainrot, light banter towards the end, y'all are so cute ngl,, lmk if I missed anything, mwah

A/N: I thought of making a lil sumn to explain my sudden century long disappearance, but um. Take this instead 😃 Horny brainrot ahead. Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked.

Both of his hands splayed along the small of your back as you settled comfortably on his lap, thighs straddling his hips. Your own hands lightly trailed up his biceps until they took claim of his shoulders, fingers clutching into his shirt and skin alike. Lips meld against each other, desire, need, and desperation mixing, making your heads fuzzy, dizzy, leaving you both craving for more, more, more.

Pressing harder down on his covered cock, you felt him growing harder against you as both of your hands began tugging on your shirts and groping each other's bare skin. You felt his large hands slide down your sides towards your hips, fingers sliding over to grab the fat of your ass, giving it a squeeze before he slowly guided you to grind against him. A sigh of his name slipped past your lips, followed by a breathy moan against his lips. You thought you heard him groan, voice deep and gravelly, but you couldn't be sure; the friction was almost too much, your head already gone as you felt the fabric of your panties cling to your sopping folds, rubbing against your clit deliciously.

Seconds tick by. Perhaps minutes, even hours. You couldn't know. You didn't care enough to know, not as you felt Geto's lips leave yours in favor of trailing down your jaw and neck, sucking and nipping on your sensitive skin, his tongue immediately smoothing over the love bites he left behind to soothe you. He surely groaned then, you clearly felt the light rumble of his chest as your one hand made its way up for your fingers to curl into and tug on his black strands. Suddenly you felt his head pulling away from where it was hiding in the crook of your neck, causing a small whine to sound from you. His eyes settled on your form on top of him, lidded and blown wide with lust as he took you in - and god damn, you were a vision. He could swear right there and then that he had never seen anything as beautiful; eyebrows slightly scrunched, eyes screwed shut, lips slightly parted, swollen and glossy with spit. Your body swaying along with the movement of your hips, tank top hanging low on your chest, giving him an eyeful of your pretty tits.

His one hand left your ass and instead came all the way up to cup your jaw. Lost in the haze of pleasure, your mind didn't register the silent command, causing him to halt your grinds against him with his other hand as his grip on your jaw tightened, pushing your cheeks together. "C'mon, eyes on me, baby.", you heard his order loud and clear, spoken in his gruff voice which always made your body tremble. You had no other choice but to obey. Your eyes immediately met his piercing gaze, the purple hue of his irises barely visible, and you squirmed due to the intensity of it. You wanted to hide, to just bury yourself into his neck or chest and leave his line of sight, but the hold he had on your jaw prevented you. A small smirk tugged on the corners of his lips, obviously enjoying your surely flustered expression. "That's a good girl, that's it. Feelin' good?"

An eager nod and you immediately squeak out a breathy, "y-yes..", almost embarrassed by the desperation lacing the tone of your voice. Almost. You were in no right state of mind to actually care about the small details you usually did; you were solely focused on the pleasure he so generously gave you. That pleasure only intensified when you felt his hand slide off your jaw, only to wrap around your throat, the edges of his fingers lightly squeezing as you let out a broken moan at the sensation.

"Yeah?", he repeats in question, the smirk ever evident on his face to pair with the condescending tone of his voice. "You like grinding your pretty pussy on my cock, my hand around your throat?", he asked with a sharp jolt of his hips against your already sensitive cunt, emitting a loud whine from you. "I know, pretty girl, I know. You're so wet f'me already, I can feel it."

You felt your cheeks burn up, but you still rapidly nodded your head as yet another whine slipped past your lips. Your eyes fell shut, finding the pleasure overwhelming. Despite that, your hips worked faster, his hard cock nudging against your clit repeatedly, driving you closer to the edge. And he, too, couldn't hold back. His cocky demeanor was obviously getting overpowered by his own pleasure, and when you blinked your eyes back open, you found him with his head thrown back against the back of the couch, his eyes squeezed shut and his bared throat bobbing as he gulped.

A small groan and a curse under his breath sounded like music to your ears, your cunt clenching, empty and wanting. "God, fuck, baby," he breathed out, hand still wrapped tightly around your throat as his hips uncontrollably bucked against your own to meet you halway. "Pretty pussy feels so good. 'M gonna cum soon."

His breathy statement made you mewl, and in an effort to be closer, to feel him as close as possible, you surged forward to crash your lips to his, whimpers, moans, and groans becoming muffled. The sound of your clothes rustling mixed with the obscene squelch of your wetness, but you could only focus on the way he was practically devouring you and your impending climax.

All it took was maybe a few more seconds of your frantic movements before you were shoved straight off the edge.

Your lips left his as you loudly cried his name out, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Your thighs burned and quaked, struggling to close as his hips were in the way, keeping them nice and open. Geto rutted up against you once, twice, before you felt his body shudder underneath your own as he, too, found his own release with a grunt and a sharp "fuck."

Both of you remained silent as you rode out the pleasure, slowly coming down. Your body practically melted into his own as you let out a quiet sigh, your breath fanning against his heated skin. After a short moment, you felt his one hand cradling your reddened cheek, guiding your head up to press a slow, tender kiss on your lips. The earlier tension had all but dissipated, leaving in its place the sweet afterglow and the slight embarassment you were unable to feel earlier.

The kiss broke after a few seconds and you slowly fluttered your eyes opwn, only to find Geto staring at you, his own cheeks tinted a bright pink and a small smile spreading across his face. "I can't believe you just made me cum in my pants.", he spoke up after a moment of shared silence with a light scoff of a chuckle. And you, despite your still jittery body and newfound fatigue, giggled, "What can I say? Guess I'm too much for you to handle, after all."

"You're a brat, that's what you are", he retorted with a pinch to your hip, but his voice held no real irritation. You laughed harder at that, slowly sliding off his lap to land next to him on the couch, your body pressed against his side, "you love me.". His head turned to look down at you, pure adoration in his eyes even as he let out a chuckle, his arm moving to wrap around your shoulders.

"That I do, sweetheart. That I do."

#𓆰𓆪 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖝𝖝𝖎𝖘𝖍 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto suguru #geto smut #smut #jjk smut #geto x reader #anime smut #jjk geto #suguru geto smut

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tikosblogg · 4 months ago

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PLEASE…..18+

Summary: You’re a virgin, and finally give in and let Noah take care of you.

Warning: Fingering, kissing, lil bit of dirty talk, “choking” if you squint. MDNI 18+

A/N: just a short lil sum honestly still don’t know if or when I’m coming back, but this thought has been in my head for DAYS. So I figured I’d write it out. Sorry if it’s garbage 😀

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the quiet streets as you and Noah drove home after a night spent with his friends. The laughter from the evening still echoed in your mind, mixed with the warmth of Noah's presence. Three months together had been filled with discovery, deep conversations, and the kind of support that made your heart swell.

But now, in the car, a different kind of tension began to unfurl within you. It was a gentle, insistent ache, a craving that was new and exhilarating. You felt needy in a way that was foreign yet familiar, the kind of need that stirred in your chest and settled low in your stomach. You shifted in your seat, pressing your thighs together, hoping to ease the longing that was growing stronger with every passing moment.

Noah glanced at you from the corner of his eye. His hand found its way to your thigh, resting just below the hem of your skirt, a gesture so simple yet so intimate. "You okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

You smiled, nodding softly, though you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. It was the same look he'd given you when you first talked about your boundaries, his eyes full of understanding. It made you like him even more, his unwavering support as you navigated the complexities of your relationship. But now, that support felt like a spark that ignited something deeper within you.

As the minutes passed, you found yourself unable to contain the fidgeting. Noah's thumb moved back and forth over your thigh, soothing yet tantalizing, and you could feel your heart racing with every gentle stroke. The truck felt both too small and too perfect for the moment, the night air thick with anticipation.

Finally, you reached a breaking point. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed his hand, the warmth of his skin sending a jolt through you. Slowly, deliberately, you guided his hand further up your thigh, your heart pounding in your chest. The action felt bold and vulnerable, a daring leap that you both seemed to understand instinctively.

Noah's breath hitched, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. His eyes darted from your hand, to your face, and back to your hand again. There was a flicker of surprise in his gaze, quickly replaced by something deeper, more primal—a shared understanding that you were both on the edge of something new.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, a mix of concern and desire.

You nodded, your heart racing not just from the moment but from the trust that had built over the last few months. You felt safe with him, and that realization emboldened you.

His fingers lightly grazed the growing wet patchof your panties, and you let out a soft sigh. After only a few moments, he pulled his hand away quickly lifting to center console pulling you closer to him.

His eyes left the road, as he tipped his head towards your lap. “Take them off.” You instantly grabbed your underwear, sliding them off and tossing them to the side. He grabbed your thigh again, pulling it over his. Your leg resting between his knees.

Before you could make a comment about your leg being in the way of the peddles, you were cut off when his fingers slid through your soaked folds. He grunted softly, pushing his middle finger inside of you. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight.”

You whimpered at the new feeling, his finger pumping slowly in and out. Your hips bucked against his hand as you moaned out. “Fuck Noah..” he smiled at your reaction, loving that he is the only one making you feel this way. “I know baby…feels so good doesn’t it?”

He mocked teasingly as you nodded your head. He then slid a second finger in making a quietly gasp at the slight stretch. “You’re so fucking wet baby.” Noah groaned, trying his hardest to focus on the road.

You threw your head back as you rode his fingers. He pulled them out, sliding them up to rub you swollen clit. “Noah…please.” You whined, letting the feeling take over. Noah smiled over at you, continuing his ministrations on your sensitive cunt. “Please what baby?” He asked never wavering.

You whimpered, and moaned forcing words out of your mouth. “Please make me cum.” You begged pathetically. The truck came to a sudden halt, realizing Noah had pulled over off the road. Before you could say anything, his free hand was gently wrapped around your throat. He shoved his two long middle fingers back inside you, as his lips crashed against yours.

Tongues, lips, and teeth clashing as you devoured each other in a heated sloppy kiss. His fingers sped up more, the only sounds in the truck is your wet cunt and panting. His hand tightened the slightest bit to bring your eyes back to his. “Cum for me baby. Give it to me.” In no time you felt your orgasm crashing over you, as he continued fucking you through it.

As soon as he noticed you became too sensitive, he slowly pulled his fingers out. He kissed you again, this kiss more slow and sensual. When you finally pulled apart, he was smiling sweetly at you. You watched as he brought his drenched fingers to lips, sticking them inside his mouth.

You could have cum again just watching that. He leaned in closer pecking your lips once, before shoving his fingers into your mouth next. You didn’t hesitate to suck them clean, before he pulled them out. He grabbed the seatbelt buckling you up before pulling back out onto the road. “I’ve got to get you home. I can’t wait anymore.”

The butterflies in your stomach went crazy, at the thought of what’s gonna happen once you’re home…and you cannot wait

#noah sebastian #bad omens #badomensimagines #noahsebastiancult #noah sabastian smut #bad omens cult #imagines #bad omens band #bad omens smut

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random-writer-23 · 6 months ago

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Giving Logan head while wearing his helmet, gotta test out the blowjob handles somehow. What's this? Me actually posting something impossible! This is just a short lil thing for y'all, hope you enjoy it. Mostly edited, just something I slapped together before class this morning <3

TW: Smut! MDNI, oral (M receiving, allusions to f receiving), head pushing, established relationship.

Word count: 2k

I creep into Logan and my shared room making sure the coast was clear. He shouldn’t be home from work for another few hours, and thankfully I had the day off, I peek my head out of our room looking down the hall.

“Wade?” I call out listening for any sounds, at the sweet sound of silence I speak up again. “Al?” I listen again smiling when I hear no noises, I knew they wouldn’t be home Wade took Al to bingo for the night. I smile to myself re-entering the room, making my way to the closet. I open it pulling out Logan's x-men suit humming softly to myself as I run my fingers over the bright yellow fabric. I put the suit back in the closet hanging it back up, I reach up to the top shelf in the closet standing on my tiptoes trying unsuccessfully to grab Logan's helmet. I huff running to the kitchen sliding my socks on the wood floor grabbing a step stool. I carry it back to the bedroom setting it up, silently cheering as I’m finally able to reach his helmet. I pull it down off the shelf stepping in front of the floor-length mirror, I put it on my head and smile at my reflection in the mirror. It’s a guilty pleasure of mine wearing Logan's helmet, he never lets me wear it when he’s here but I think it’s fun to put on. I stand in front of the mirror posing, giggling to myself. I strike a pose I’ve seen Logan do when watching the news about him and Wade's ‘heroic’ endeavours. Spreading my arms out to the side and letting out a goofy roar. Immediately exploding into a fit of giggles, halfway through my posing I stiffen up at the sound of a cough behind me. I look past my reflection in the mirror letting my eyes focus in on Logan leaning against the doorframe of our room behind me. I spin around, my face heating up as look at him sheepishly. “you’re home early,” I say softly, slowly taking the helmet off my head. “I am…” he grins, “what are you doing?” He pushes off the doorframe and takes a few steps towards me, taking his helmet from my hands. My mouth twists into a nervous frown, gnawing on my bottom lip.

“M’ sorry” I murmur looking up at him and he chuckles the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “I just wanted to try it on, I couldn’t help myself” I explain quickly, my voice faltering as he looks at me with a raised brow of disbelief. His eyes flicker back down to the helmet in his hands and he tosses it playfully from palm to palm before looking back at my face. My breath hitches as he holds up his helmet examining it carefully for any dents or scratches I may have left. I rock from side to side, the nerves in my body growing hotter the longer Logan stays silent. He nods slowly his gaze shifting away from the helmet in his hand back down to my face.

“Well if you want to wear it so bad...” He lets his sentence trail off raising the helmet and slipping it back onto my head. My breathing stutters as the solid frame of the helmet touches my head, my vision clouding over slightly as it covers the top half of my face. I try to contain the smile on my face only realizing I failed when I feel Logan's hand brush my cheek, his thumb rubbing the skin lovingly. Logan’s hands grip my shoulders, spinning my body to face the mirror again, making eye contact with my reflection I admire how the helmet looks on my head. He rests his hands on my shoulders his thumbs slowly digging into my back, massaging the muscles. I close my eyes letting my head fall back against his chest, the helmet on my head jostling slightly at the movement.

“I have to admit, you wear it better than I do” I open my eyes again watching him in the mirror, a smile making its way onto his face as his hands continue to work at the muscles in my shoulders, before falling away. The rough pads of his fingers trail down my arms and I shiver slightly. His hands rest on my waist massaging the skin there for a minute before his touch fades completely. My ears prick up as I hear the jingling of his belt buckle as he undoes it, I turn to face him, reaching up to take off his helmet, but he grips my wrists bringing them down away from my head. I furrow my eyebrows a confused expression on my face. “Leave it on baby... you look hot” He chuckles, his head dipping down so he can leave hot kisses on my collarbone. His hands gingerly work their way up my body thumbs digging in between my shoulder blades massaging the sore muscles.

“I thought you don’t like it when I wear your gear” I grin leaning into his touch, watching him through the mirror.

“I don’t… but I’ll make an exception, just this once” He smiles, his hands halting their movements trailing back down my arms. “Y’know..” He says smugly, and I hear the soft clink of his belt hitting the floor. “Wade and Al are still at bingo” I watch his eyes flicker over to the clock on the bedside table. “We’ve got some time” He grins letting his head fall against my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me flush up against him. I laugh as he takes a deep breath, sighing against my neck.

“Perv” I laugh, and he lifts his head off my shoulder with a loud groan.

“I can’t help it if my girl is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on…” He smiles, his arms tightening further around me, pressing his hardening cock against my ass. “C’mon pretty girl” He whispers lowering his voice to a husky Purr, his hands work at my shirt writhing underneath the hem to rest his palms possessively on my hips. They continue their path upwards bringing my shirt up with them and before I know it my shirt is tossed into some forgotten corner of the room. “Look at you… so beautiful” He murmurs nipping at my neck, large purple welts blooming wherever his lips touch.“Fuck… Logan” I groan softly turning around to face him, weaving my hands through his hair pulling him away from my neck, tugging him in for a kiss, his hands fall to the dip in my back squeezing the fat of my ass as he pulls me closer against him, his tongue swiping against my lip begging for entrance which I eagerly grant him moaning against his mouth. He pulls away reluctantly a hazy mist of need in his eyes. He fumbles with the button of his pants unzipping them and dropping them down to his ankles, kicking them aside. His boxers do nothing to hide the raging boner straining against the fabric. He pulls me in for another kiss hands kneading the fat of my thighs as he walks me backwards towards the bed, I pull away from his kiss, giggling softly as I shake my head stopping his movements. I lower myself down, sinking onto my knees in front of him, he groans his head rolling back, as I free his hard cock from his boxers stroking the length in my hand I watch as his eyes narrow in on my movements his pupils blown wide with lust.

“That’s it baby” He grunts, precum already beading at the tip of his cock, I swipe my thumb over the tip and his dick twitches in my hand. I smile up at him and he grips the wing tips of the helmet. “Don’t get cocky” He growls, using the wings of the helmet, to push his cock against my lips, he reaches down hand enveloping mine around the length, coating my lips in a thin layer of precum before pulling my head back. “Give it a taste baby” He demands and my tongue darts out to clean up the mess. “That’s a good girl” He grunts, “c’mon open up” he urges, rubbing his dick against my lips parting them with ease. He groans as the warmth of my mouth engulfs his throbbing cock. “Oh fuck” he grunts pushing his hips forward, his hands gripping onto the wings of his helmet like his life depends on it, keeping my head still as he gives a few tentative thrusts deeper into my mouth. I moan around his cock, spit building at the corners of my lips. He grunts quietly holding my head still as he pushes deeper into my mouth. I gag as he hits the back of my throat, my nose brushing against his happy trail. He pulls his hips back only to drive his cock back into my mouth. I press my hand against his stomach pushing back against him I gasp for breath drool dripping down my chin. “That’s it sweetheart, take a big breath” He chuckles patting the top of the helmet. I smile up at him lifting the helmet up slightly so I can stare at him without the interference of the helmet, he lifts it off my head rubbing my hair, and I smile taking his weighty cock back into my mouth. He groans putting the helmet back on my head gripping the wings tightly as I bring my hand up to fondle his balls. His head falls back as my other hand engulfs half the length of his cock stroking eagerly slurping along the length. He grips the wings of the helmet resuming the thrust of his hips nudging his cock deeper in my mouth. I gag as it hits the back of my throat again, and I feel his cock twitch on my tongue. He looks down at me lovingly, speeding up the thrusting of his hips. “That's a good girl, you can take it” he grunts out his grip on the wings keeping my head steady, “fuck, just like that, almost there baby” He groans his hips stuttering slightly. I hollow my cheeks, my hand stroking the length of his cock while the movement of his hips falters slightly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” He pants above me trying his best to keep his pace, I bob my head along his cock coaxing him towards his climax, and his hips falter stopping completely as he chokes out a gasp. His cock twitches on my tongue and a wet warmth spreads along my tongue, as he shoots ropes of cum down my throat. He resumes his thrusts at a leisurely pace, he groans softly pulling his softening cock out of my mouth, smiling as he watches me swallow down his cum. He helps me off the floor, pulling me in for a passionate kiss moaning at the mix, he walks me backwards towards the bed. I fall backwards onto the plush bedsheets with a quiet gasp, crawling backwards till I’m. I beckon him forward and he grins, peeling off his shirt and tossing it aside, making himself comfortable between my legs, his hand cupping the back of my head as he pulls me in for a passionate kiss, he lifts the helmet off my head smiling as my full face comes into view. “Let's take this off, I wanna see my girl's pretty face” He chuckles setting his helmet aside and nuzzling his nose in the crook of my neck breathing deeply, nipping gently at the skin. “I love you so much baby” He whispers kissing down my body reverently.

“I love you too” I grin running my hands through his hair, gasping at the contact of his lips on my skin. He trails his lips down my body kissing down the plush fat of my stomach down to my thighs. Taking extra care to pay equal attention to both of them, he takes a deep breath burying his nose into my clothed pussy. “She smells so good, all f’me” He whispers huskily placing more kisses along my thighs. He taps my thigh and I lift my hips so he can pull down my panties, he tosses them aside his pupils widening as he catches sight of my bare cunt. “Oh fuck baby” He groans, the warmth of his breath spreading across my pussy making me shiver. He looks up at me a sly smile on his face, “I think it's time for me to wear the helmet” He grins and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, and he reaches across my body to grab it, putting it on his own head. He grabs my wrists guiding my hands to the wings of the helmet, his head finding its place between my thighs.

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ceoofsammonroe · 8 months ago

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Cherry - Clay Beresford

Summary: After a bad shift at the club leaves you shaken, you make the decision to call the number that Clay had left you — effectively changing the boundaries of your interactions forever.

Warnings: unprotected sex, penetrative sex, fingering (reader receiving), handjob (Clay receiving), nipple play, teasing, lots of praise, multiple orgasms (Clay and reader receiving), angst, alcohol consumption, mentions of food, descriptions of sex work, brief mention of a deceased family member, a lil glimpse of some domestic fluff.

Playlist | Masterlist

You had stared at Clay’s phone number more than you hadn’t over the last week.

You had it memorized at this point. You could recite it in your sleep, envisioning the quirks of his handwriting and the specific ways he wrote the numbers.

Everything in you wanted to call him, even if it was just to hear his voice. You had even caved and admitted to yourself that you wanted to hear another one of his whimsically poetic stories.

It was killing you slowly, but you had fought with everything in you to resist the urge. You knew that if you gave into the temptation there would be no going back. Once that line was crossed, you wouldn’t be able to recover those boundaries.

Still, the urge grew worse with everyday that passed by without him showing back up to the club.

Maybe he’d decided to keep his distance unless you called — taking it as a sign of you rejecting his advances. Or, maybe he was just busy with work.

You hoped it was the latter.

The thought of never seeing Clay again was something you couldn’t let yourself think about. It felt too devastating, too indicative of the attachment you’d unwittingly formed to him.

You showed up to the club for your Friday shift, feeling distracted and detached. Those ten digits were dancing in your mind like a taunt, a tease.

You went through the motions of your first set on autopilot, knowing you weren’t at your best. It didn’t seem to matter much as the bills came flying in.

Of course, they didn’t care about the time, effort, and artistry that went in to performing like you and the other dancers did. All that mattered to them was that your clothes came off.

You walked off the stage once you finished, trying to get a hold of yourself. Your emotions were all over the place. This was not a usual problem for you. You normally couldn’t care less about these things, but Clay’s presence had shattered your usual way of living.

His absence had made it even worse.

You sat at your station, holding your head in your hands, as Sal walked up behind you. He gave you a once over, furrowing his brow in a look that bordered on concern before shaking his head.

“You’ve got a private booking,” he told you. “Room four.”

Your ears perked up as your heart fluttered, a small glimmer of hope sparking inside of you. Sal walked away as you looked in the mirror, trying to conceal your smile while you quickly touched up your appearance.

You all but ran down the hallway, the anticipation growing as you got closer to your destination. You opened the door, ready to meet those dazzling blue eyes again — to hear his stories, to answer his questions.

Your heart plummeted to the floor and your stomach twisted into knots as you were instead met with a dark, lust-filled stare. You recognized the man — a semi-regular who always tried to cop a feel of the dancers when they’d walk past him.

His eyes raked over your figure, like a predator sizing up its prey. His twisted smile made you feel nauseous. He watched you, expectantly — sprawled out on the couch as he waited for you to give him a show.

You used to be able to do this easily. You could compartmentalize the disgust, dance for them, turn them on so they turned out their pockets.

It was a business, an art that you had perfected.

Now, it just felt so wrong. Being in this room, your room, seeing some sleazy man sitting in the spot that Clay should be sitting in…

You didn’t want to do this. You couldn’t do this.

Your breathing felt shallow as your chest tightened. You couldn’t seem to focus on anything. You couldn’t bring yourself to push through it.

You turned around and rushed out of the room, unable to hear the man’s complaints and protests over the ringing in your ears.

Barely registering your surroundings, you changed and grabbed your things. You muttered something to Sal about being sick and told him to take the fee for the private room out of your next check before leaving the club.

You got back to your apartment, pacing the floors as you tried to calm yourself down. You didn’t know what was happening to you. This had never been a problem before, but now…

Now there was him.

You fished through your bag, pulling out the crumpled piece of paper. You stared at it, gnawing on the inside of your cheek as you warred with yourself.

You dialed the number, your thumb hovering over the call button.

I shouldn’t do this, you thought. There will be no going back.

Before you could finish talking yourself out of it, you pressed the button. You raised the phone up to your ear, holding your breath as it rang. Your heart pounded in your chest, each second that passed feeling like a lifetime.

You were about to hang up and forget about the whole thing when you heard him pick up.

“Hello?” Clay’s voice rang out from the other line. Your mouth opened and closed, unable to form any words as you panicked. He waited for a moment and then said, “Cherry? Is that you?”

The anxiety you’d felt instantly quelled at the sound of his voice. You didn’t want to think about what that meant.

“Hey, pretty boy,” you said, grimacing at the way your voice trembled. “I hope it’s okay that I called.”

“Of course it’s okay,” he replied, the smile evident in the way he spoke. “I had been hoping that you would.” He paused, hesitating before he asked, “Are you alright? Is something wrong?”

For once, you couldn’t bring yourself to pretend that things were okay — that you weren’t affected. You couldn’t keep up the carefully crafted facade you’d spent years creating. Something in the way he spoke, the genuine concern in his tone, cracked through your stone walls.

Your bottom lip quivered as you said, “I don’t know.”

“What happened, Cherry?” Clay asked, gently. “I’m here to listen, whatever it is.”

“I, um…I was working my shift at the club, and…” Your voice broke off as you huffed out a shaky breath. You weren’t used to this — being vulnerable with someone. Your hands shook as you tried to open up for the first time in years. “I was told that I had a private booking and I thought it was you, but it wasn’t… It was this creep that comes in sometimes. Normally, I can push through it. It was just…the way he looked at me. It was like I wasn’t a person, like I was just some object that he owned for the hour. I didn’t like being in there with him — not in our room and…I just couldn’t do it this time. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“I’m so sorry,” he said, softly. “I can’t imagine how that must have felt for you.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat as you took a deep breath and said, “I chose my job. I don’t regret it. It allowed me to survive, to provide for myself. I just…thought about you. I thought about your stories. I started thinking that, maybe, I want to write a better story for myself.”

Clay let out a breath, sounding like a sigh of relief, as he said, “You can write any story you want.”

Blinking back tears, you nodded to yourself. Something about his encouragement made you believe it.

“I think I want…” You trailed off, not fully sure what you were even saying. “I mean, if you wanted…if you weren’t busy and you wanted…I told you once I liked to cook and…”

Clay laughed softly and said, “Go on.”

“Would you want to…” You paused, taking a deep breath as you decided to put yourself out on the line. “Would you want to come over? I could cook dinner.”

“I would love to,” Clay responded, immediately.

A relieved sigh escaped your lips as a small smile grew on your face. You bit your lip, trying to contain your giddiness.

“Good. That’s good,” you said, awkwardly, internally cringing at yourself. Clay just chuckled, his deep voice sounding light and airy. “I can text you the details and everything.”

“Alright, that sounds perfect,” he said, the smile evident in his voice. “I’ll be looking forward to it. I’ll see you soon, Cherry.”

“I’ll see you soon, pretty boy,” you whispered back, listening to the silence as the call ended.

You put the phone down, squealing to yourself. The events of the day were nearly forgotten, now replaced by the excitement you felt.

Clay was going to be in your home.

Oh god…Clay was going to be in your home.

You looked around your apartment, beginning to panic as you started to frantically clean. You’d never had anyone come over and you suddenly felt the need to make sure every surface was spotless.

This was going to be much different than meeting him in the club. When you were there, you could keep pretending that you were just two strangers dancing in your little bubble. Inviting him into your home meant inviting him into your life.

You could only hope you wouldn’t end up regretting it.

A few hours later, dinner was finishing up in the oven as you waited for Clay to arrive. The nerves swarmed like bees in your stomach, each second feeling like an eternity.

Your heart leapt in your chest as you heard the soft sound of Clay knocking at your door.

This is it, you thought, there’s no going back.

You rubbed your shaky hands against your pants, realizing that this would be the first time he’d see you in real clothes. Somehow, you felt more naked now than you did in the lingerie. You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d still like you when you weren’t the incarnation of a fantasy.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and met those dazzling blue eyes.

“Hi,” you breathed, feeling all of the nerves dissipate.

“Hi,” Clay smiled, holding out a small bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. “I didn’t know if the champagne was still a requirement, so I brought it just in case.”

“Thank you,” you laughed, softly, turning your head to hide your blush as you took the flowers from him. You stepped back, holding the door open as you said, “Come on in.”

You held your breath and watched as he walked in to your apartment, looking around with a small smile. He seemed to be taking in every detail and you were grateful that you’d taken the time to clean.

“You have a lovely place,” he spoke, after a moment, turning to you with a look that you couldn’t quite decipher. “It feels like a real home.”

You looked around, too, imagining seeing it through his eyes. It showed him more about you, you supposed. You had little knickknacks and decorations scattered about, hinting to little pieces of your personality.

“It’s nothing much, really,” you shrugged, looking down. It was a simple one bedroom apartment, small and cozy. “It’s probably not nearly as big as you’re accustomed to.”

“Bigger doesn’t mean better, Cherry,” he said, a hint of longing in his voice. Then, with a cheeky grin, he added, “Well, in most cases, at least.”

With a playful roll of your eyes you led him into your small kitchen as you said, “Dinner is almost ready.”

You grabbed a jug of water out of the fridge, pouring some of it out before sticking the flowers in it. You noticed the way Clay raised a brow at your actions and said, “What? I don’t have any vases. I don’t exactly get flowers often.”

Clay chuckled, shaking his head as he said, “Well, I suppose we’ll have to invest in some. Though, the water jug does add character.”

He set the bottle of champagne down on the small kitchen table and leaned against the counter, watching you as you grabbed some oven mitts and turned off the timer.

You were very aware of his gaze on you as you opened the oven, nearly dropping the dish as you pulled it out and set it on the stove.

Clay inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as he hummed to himself.

“That smells amazing, Cherry,” he groaned, gazing hungrily at the steaming dinner. “You’re an incredible chef.”

“You haven’t even tried it yet, pretty boy,” you giggled, grabbing plates and glasses to set the table.

“I guess I just trust your abilities implicitly,” he said, playfully.

He took the initiative to help you set everything out, putting on the oven mitts himself to carry the dish of food over. He poured the champagne as you filled the plates with food, the two of you working in tandem naturally.

As you both sat down, you held your breath as you watched Clay pick up his fork. His eyes widened as he took a bite of the food, looking up to meet yours with a twinkle of delight.

“I was right,” he smiled, nodding his head in confirmation. “This is delicious.”

“Well, I’m glad I haven’t poisoned you,” you joked, trying to deflect from the way his compliment made your heart skip.

He took a sip of the champagne and asked, “Where did you learn to cook like this?”

There was a small pang in your chest as you quietly responded, “My grandmother.”

“She must be quite exceptional if she taught you to make food this good,” he smiled, taking another bite.

“Yeah,” you nodded, solemnly. “She was.”

Clay’s eyes flickered with understand as he said, “I’m sorry, Cherry.” He paused, considering his words carefully. “Do you want to tell me about her?”

“That’s a story for another day, pretty boy,” you told him, smiling sadly.

“Another day, then,” he said, softly. As he continued to eat, he glanced around the apartment again, changing the subject. “You’ve created a wonderful space here.”

“It’s the first place that’s ever been mine,” you shrugged, looking around with a proud gleam in your eyes. “It may not be much, but it’s enough for me.”

“It’s perfect, Cherry,” he said, that look of longing returning to his face. “It feels safe and warm. It means a lot to me that you’d let me in.”

You held his gaze for a moment longer before the sheer emotion flowing between you two became too overwhelming.

As you finished dinner, you started to gather the plates and bring them to the sink. Clay didn’t hesitate to help, grabbing the other dishes and rolling up his sleeves to wash them.

“Oh, you really don’t have to do that,” you said, sheepishly.

“I insist,” he responded firmly, but kind. “You made me a wonderful dinner. Please, let me help.”

You nodded, silently, watching him move around your apartment with ease. It all felt dangerously domestic, filling you with a warmth you weren’t familiar with. It was oddly natural, being with him in this way. The simplicity felt so much more intimate than anything else you’d done.

He washed the dishes while you dried them, and you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. He looked so human. His black sweater was rolled up to his elbows as his hands were covered in suds. In the dim kitchen lighting, he looked beautiful. More beautiful than you had ever seen him.

“You can stare as long as you want, you know,” he grinned, turning his head to catch your eye. “I don’t mind.”

You bit your lip, looking down at the plate you were drying to hide the blush that warmed your cheeks.

“I was just looking at the suds you’ve got on your nose,” you shrugged, smiling bashfully.

“Mhm, sure,” he nodded, chuckling softly as he turned off the sink. “There. All done.”

“Thank you for your help,” you said, softly, turning to him, “and thank you for coming over tonight.”

“The pleasure was all mine, Cherry,” he smiled. “I had a wonderful time.” He reached out to gently grab your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “I hope there are many more nights like this.”

You gasped as your eyes met his. Those goddamn eyes could reel you in every single time. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

“Remember when I told you my favorite color was blue?” you asked, quietly.

“Yes,” Clay nodded, his voice a whisper. “Why do you ask?”

“I didn’t mean blue like the ocean,” you breathed. “I meant blue like your eyes. I don’t think I had a favorite color until I looked into them.”

Clay’s breath hitched, his gaze swimming with a newfound intensity.

“You’re…beautiful, Cherry,” he whispered, cupping your cheek as his thumb caressed your skin.

You couldn’t help but lean into the warmth of his gentle touch, feeling your heart racing in your chest. He glanced down at your lips before meeting your eyes again.

Slowly, he lowered his head, pressing his lips against yours in a soft embrace. You sighed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Clay’s hands found your waist, pulling you into him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue teased your lips, requesting entrance that you gladly granted. Your hands tangled in his hair, feeling the soft locks as he groaned into your mouth. His breathing was labored as you pressed further into him, kissing him like he was feeding the oxygen into your lungs.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours as he gazed at you breathlessly.

“Cherry…” he whispered, his voice raw with desire and unsaid emotion.

The intensity in his gaze, the feelings flowing within it, nearly made your knees buckle. He looked at you like he needed you, like nothing else in the world could ever matter more than this moment.

Don’t run away. Don’t run away. Don’t run away.

You didn’t know if you were mentally pleading to yourself, or to him. All of your instincts screamed to put your walls back up, to block anyone out, to keep a hardened shell around your heart.

You didn’t want to do that anymore. This was worth the risk. He was worth the risk.

You kept your gaze locked on his as you reached for his hand, leading him back toward your bedroom.

Clay followed willingly, his breaths coming out shaky. He squeezed your hand, looking at you with a mixture of apprehension and adoration as he asked, “Are you sure, Cherry?”

You held his face in your hands, gazing up into his eyes. Looking at him like this, it all made sense. For a moment, all of your fears and doubts seemed to vanish.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” you breathed.

The smile that grew on Clay’s face was enough to stop your heart.

“Then I’m yours,” he whispered.

He kissed you with a new intensity, not an ounce of hesitation in the action. Your fists clutched the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to you as your lips moved against his. Clay moaned softly, sliding his hands up your back to press your body into his.

You let your tongue tease his bottom lip as you slipped your hands beneath his shirt, feeling the taut skin that stretched across rippling muscles. Your fingernails gently scratched against the sensitive skin of his hips.

Clay groaned, arching into your touch as his grip on you tightened. He broke the kiss, panting heavily as he looked at you with hooded eyes.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

“I want this off,” you whispered against his lips, tugging impatiently at the material of his shirt.

He lifted his arms, letting you take it off as his muscles flexed. You took your time, letting your eyes travel along every inch of exposed skin. Desire swelled in the pit of your stomach as you rubbed your hands across his chest.

“You’re exquisite, pretty boy,” you breathed, looking up at him again.

“Exquisite?” Clay echoed, swallowing thickly as he reacted to your touch.

You trailed your fingers down the rivets in his abdomen, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. You toyed with the button, keeping your eyes locked on his.

Clay let out a shaky breath, his body trembling as he waited for your next move.

Slowly, you pulled his zipper down and pushed his jeans down his legs. You couldn’t help but drink in the sight of him. The contrast of his muscular build against his tight, black boxer briefs was enough to make you drool.

“Fuck, pretty boy,” you whispered, your eyes still roaming his body. “You’re goddamn work of art.”

Clay groaned, a blush of his own dusting his cheeks as he breathed, “You’re killing me, Cherry.”

You slowly removed your own clothes, smirking as Clay’s breath hitched the moment he caught a glimpse of that red lingerie set.

“See?” you grinned. “I told you. Just for you.”

“Jesus Christ…” Clay whispered, his eyes raking over your figure. He stepped toward you, reaching out to trace his fingers over the red lace. His eyes were filled with need and his voice was hoarse with desire as he looked up at you and asked, “Can you also be just for me?”

You gasped, feeling your body react to the slightest of touches from him. His question made your heart stutter. He didn’t go any further, waiting for your response.

“Is that what you want?” you asked, balancing on the precipice of vulnerability.

Clay held your face in his hands, his gaze filled with longing as he said, “More than anything, Cherry.”

The conviction in his voice nearly knocked all of the breath out of your lungs. Your mind wandered back to the feeling you’d gotten when you’d read the note he’d left you at the club. ‘Your pretty boy’, he had written. You’d dwelled on those three words everyday since, realizing that the thought of being his and him being yours didn’t sound so awful. You’d never thought that kind of relationship was something you were capable of but, gazing up at him now, you were starting to believe it could be.

You couldn’t find the words to say, to tell him that maybe you wanted all of the same things he wanted. Instead, you pressed your lips against his to seal the deal. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling his face closer to yours as you kissed him desperately. It was raw and heated and needy. You needed him. You wanted to be his completely.

Clay responded to the urgency, his large hands finding purchase on your hips as he pulled you into him. His kiss was explosive, filled with raw passion and devotion as his tongue tasted yours.

He pulled back, slightly, his eyes locked on yours as he gave you a small smile. His hands wandered further down until he gripped the backs of your thighs, lifting you up and carrying you toward the bed. He gently laid you down, lowering himself onto you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing his lips back down to yours. Clay groaned into the kiss, shifting his hips as you felt his erection press against you. You could feel his heartbeat against yours, joining together in a song of passion.

“I need you,” Clay breathed, pulling back to gaze down at you with desire.

With a grin you rolled the two of you over so that you were the one on top. You straddled his hips, resting your hands against his chest.

“What’s the verdict now, pretty boy?” you whispered, leaning down to kiss the side of his neck. “Have I convinced you that I’m not just a figment of your imagination…” you nipped at his pulse-point, tracing the vein with your tongue as he groaned. “…or do you need more proof?”

Clay’s hands gripped your hips tightly as he stared at you with hungry eyes, his heart pounding.

“I think…” he swallowed thickly, licking his lips. “I think I could use a little more proof.”

You smirked, moving down to press a kiss to his chest. Your eyes never left his as you asked, “Does that feel real?” Clay’s breath hitched as he nodded. “What about this?” you asked. “Does this feel real?” You swirled your tongue around one of his nipples, letting your teeth gently graze over the peaked bud.

“God, yes,” he choked out, his fists squeezing your skin. “So real…”

“And this?” You whispered, kissing him below his bellybutton, caressing your lips just above the waistband of his boxers.

“Yes,” he moaned, his eyebrows drawn together in desperation.

“What about this, pretty boy?” you smirked. “Is this real?”

You leaned down and placed an open-mouthed kiss against his clothed erection, letting him feel the warmth of your mouth.

“Fuck, Cherry,” he cried out, bucking his hips up involuntarily.

You traced your finger along the length of him, gently messaging the place where a wet spot had already begun forming.

“Want me to touch you, pretty boy?”

“Please,” he whispered, his voice thick with need as he nodded his head.

Your toes curled at the sound of his desperation. You dipped your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off of his legs, freeing his throbbing erection.

Your lips parted as you took in the sight of his thick shaft with a bright red aching tip. You’d known he was big from feeling him pressed against you, but seeing it was another thing entirely.

You ran your hands up his thighs and cooed, “So fucking pretty.”

Clay let out a shaky breath, his cock twitching at the praise.

You let your fingers graze over him in a teasing manner before wrapping your hand around his shaft. You gave him a gentle squeeze, causing him to gasp and lift his hips off of the mattress.

The moment you began to slowly stroke him he let out a low moan, his eyes rolling back. His breaths came out in ragged pants, the muscles in his neck tensing with restraint.

“Fuck,” he breathed, arching into your touch. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

His hips jerked as you stroked him faster, pulling another moan from his lips. His eyes widened and he grabbed your hand, pulling it away from him. He tried to catch his breath, a light blush creeping up his neck.

“You’re a little too good at that, Cherry,” he laughed, breathlessly. “I’m not gonna let this be over that quickly.”

You couldn’t help but grin at the thought that you had gotten him so close with just a few strokes, giggling at the playful roll of his eyes.

He moved his hands into your hair, pulling you back up to kiss him again. His lips moved against yours with determination, knowing exactly what he wanted. His fingers trailed up and down your spine before he reached around and unclasped your bra.

He pulled it off of you and tossed it to the side, unabashedly admiring you as he groaned in appreciation.

His eyes stayed locked on your chest as he rubbed his hands up your sides and whispered, “God, you’re perfect.”

You couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

In one swift motion, he turned the two of you back over. He hovered over you, gazing down into your eyes with admiration. He lowered his head, kissing you softly.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he whispered, kissing down your neck. His fingers grazed the inside of your thigh, slowly moving higher.

You gasped, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you tilted your head back to give him better access. You were pretty sure your lacy bottoms had been completely soaked through at this point.

You couldn’t help but whine when Clay’s hand skipped over your need and moved further up your side. He chuckled against your neck, kissing further down toward your chest.

Clay lifted up his head to watch you as he traced teasing circles across your nipple, grinning as it tightened under his touch. He flicked his thumb over it, gently tugging on it. His eyes sparkled as you gasped, arching into his touch.

He leaned his head back down, letting his lips graze against your ear as he asked, “You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathed, writhing beneath him. “Please, keep touching me.”

“Is this where you want me to keep touching you?” Clay asked, a knowing glint in his eyes as he kept teasing you.

“No,” you whined, biting down on your lip. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was driving you crazy. “Just go…lower.”

“Mm, lower?” Clay grinned, cocking his brow. He trailed his fingers down your stomach, reaching between your legs to softly caress you. “Right here?”

“Yes, right there,” you gasped, gripping onto his shoulders.

Clay hooked his fingers into the sides of the bottoms, pulling them off as he sat up to look at you. His eyelids fluttered as he pushed your legs apart, gently rubbing your thighs.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, wrapping your legs around him before leaning back down to kiss you.

You whimpered against his lips as his fingers teased your swollen clit, rubbing small circles against it. His thumb continued to toy with it as he pushed one finger inside of you. He groaned into your mouth, lifting his head up to look at you as he panted.

“God, you’re so wet, baby,” he breathed, adding another finger. “You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around me.”

You arched off of the bed as he curled his fingers, brushing them against that perfect spot inside of you. He leaned his head down and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, flicking his tongue against it.

“Fuck,” you moaned, feeling that knot tightening in the pit of your stomach. “I’m so close.”

Clay’s eyes snapped back up to you and he released your nipple with a pop, a trail of saliva still connecting it to his lips.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged you. “Come all over my fingers.”

Your eyes rolled back as you felt the wave of pleasure washing over you, crying out as he worked you through the high.

With a satisfied grin he pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips to suck them clean. He closed his eyes, groaning softly at the taste.

The sight of that alone had you worked back up in an instant. You grabbed his face, bringing his mouth back down to yours as you tasted yourself on his lips.

“I want you,” you breathed, reaching down to line him up with your entrance. You kept your eyes locked on his as you said, “I want all of you.”

Clay’s gaze softened, his eyes swimming with emotion as he whispered, “You’ve already got it.”

He rested his forehead against yours as he slowly pushed into you. Both of you let out strangled moans as his hips landed flesh against yours, the size of him stretching you out. He held your gaze as he let you adjust to him before slowly starting to move.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, burying your hands in his hair as he picked up speed. Each thrust drove you closer and closer to the edge, the feeling of him becoming completely addictive.

“You feel so good around me, Cherry,” he panted, rolling his hips into yours. “I could stay buried inside of you forever.”

You moaned at his words, gasping as he lifted your hips to push deeper inside of you. The new angle made you see stars, feeling him in places you’d never felt anything before. Your eyes fluttered shut as you breathed out, “Clay.”

Clay froze, halting his movements. His chest heaved with rapid breaths as he stared down at you, his eyes growing darker.

You’d just said his name — his real name — for the first time. It had rolled off your tongue so naturally, like it had always been yours to say.

“Say it again,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “Say my name again.”

He slowly pulled out, nearly all the way, before thrusting back into you sharply.

“Clay,” you gasped, tugging on his hair.

He repeated the movement and groaned, “Again.”

“Clay,” you moaned, crying out as he picked up speed again. Your nails scratched down his back as he thrust into you with a new fervor. “Clay, fuck.”

“That’s it, baby, keep going,” he prompted, snapping his hips up into yours repeatedly. “Let the whole world know who’s making you feel like this.”

Your senses were honed in on him, blocking everything else out. Every thought, every worry, every doubt was all replaced by him and how he was making you feel.

“Clay, I…I’m gonna come,” you whimpered, feeling your body rocking with the force of his thrusts.

“Come with me, Cherry,” he breathed, locking eyes with you. “Let’s finish this dance together.”

It didn’t take much more for that band to snap again, sending you soaring over the edge as you came around him. You cried out his name, clinging to him as he made you see galaxies. He quickly followed, burying his face into your neck as he groaned. You rode each other out, drinking in every last ounce of pleasure before he collapsed on top of you.

“Fuck,” he breathed, lifting his head as he grinned up at you. “That was incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

You gazed up at him and lifted a trembling hand to run your fingers through his hair, unsticking it from his forehead.

“I’ve never experienced anything like you,” you whispered, unable to hide your emotions like you’re used to. “You’re something special, Clay.”

Clay’s eyes softened as he rested his forehead against yours. He gently caressed your cheek with his thumb, placing a sweet kiss against your lips.

“You have no clue just how special you are, baby,” he murmured, softly.

You hummed, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through you as a smile tugged on your lips.

Baby.

“Call me that again,” you whispered. “It sounds nice when you say it.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled, a wide grin lighting up his face. “Alright, baby.”

Your breath hitched as he kissed across your jaw, letting his lips hover by your ear as he whispered, “Baby.”

You could feel him stiffening again where he was still connected to your body. He brought his hand up to tease your nipple again, eliciting a soft whimper from you as he kissed down your neck.

“What are you doing?” you breathed, your mind already going fuzzy.

“What do you think I’m doing, baby?” he smirked, kissing your lips as he began to rock against you again.

You both fell into a fit of moans and gasps as you clung to each other, chasing that mutual release for a second time. Succumbing to the passion and pleasure, your desires crescendoed with a cry sweeter than any song.

Your legs trembled as you came down again, breathing heavily. Your body felt like jello, but you couldn’t find anything to complain about.

“Was it your goal to make sure I wouldn’t be able to get out of this bed?” you grinned, sighing contentedly as Clay rolled over and pulled you into his chest.

“You caught me, Cherry,” Clay chuckled, rubbing soothing circles along your waist. “It was my plan all along to keep you here forever.”

You knew that things had changed. The dynamic you shared had been irreparably altered. Yet, it didn’t scare you as much as it should. Lying here in his arms felt so…right. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. For once in your life, you felt at peace.

“Tell me a story,” you whispered, tracing patterns against his chest with your fingertips. “Tell me one about you.”

A gentle smile settled onto Clay’s face as he said, “Well, this might sound silly, but I used to race remote control cars with my grandfather…”

He dove into tales of his childhood, painting a picture for you of the boy he was. You listened intently, hanging on to every word as he filled your heart with light. You listened to him for over an hour, never once growing bored. You found yourself wanting to know every little detail about him, even if you weren’t ready to share your own yet.

The two of you laid there as the night grew dark, basking in the haven of your new bubble away from the world. It was these moments that made the risk worth it — the calm before the inevitable storm.

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urlocalmultigroupfan · 26 days ago

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ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ (서창빈)

pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader

summary: based off of dress by taylor swift!

tags/warnings: party setting, suggestive (js a little bit 😋) kissing, cringe use of lyrics a bit, extremely short, not proofread

a/n: hi guys!! its been a hot minute since ive posted 😭😭 ive just been extremely stressed out with some friend stuff, my girlfriend, and just writers block in general, sigh. also been js a lil sleep deprived!! hope yall enjoy this one!! its been slowly rotting in my drafts for a while 😛

also happy belated birthday @sirloncelot-of-bananas <3 hope your day was great!! take this as a present 😌 /j

credits to @hyuneskkami for the dividers <3

masterlist!

The room is crowded, but it feels like you and Changbin are in your own world. His gaze finds you effortlessly, even though there are so many others around. You’ve always felt the pull between you two—an unspoken connection that lingers in every glance, every quiet moment shared. It’s like an imprint left on your heart, one that no one else will ever truly understand.

There’s a tension tonight, a charge in the air. You can feel it. The anticipation. The way his eyes linger a bit longer than usual, the way he watches you, almost like he’s memorizing every detail. It’s as if everything about this moment is meant to be, and yet, neither of you can break the silence.

You’ve always known this was different with him. That he wasn’t just someone you could call a “best friend.” But still, you wait, unsure if he feels the same, or if this is all in your head.

But as you glance at him, your heart races. I don’t want you like a best friend, you think to yourself. You never have. This feeling runs deeper. The way your skin tingles when he’s near. The way you ache for him in ways you shouldn’t. That dress you’re wearing tonight? It’s not for anyone else. It’s for him. It was always meant for him to see, for him to touch.

You bite your lip, feeling the pull grow stronger. You could wait, you could hold back. But the longer you stand there, the more impossible that becomes.

He watches her from across the room. She’s standing there, so beautiful, almost like she’s a dream that he’s been holding onto for far too long. It’s not like he hasn’t been patient. He’s always been patient with y/n. But tonight, something feels different. There’s a fire in her eyes that mirrors his own, a quiet intensity that he can’t ignore any longer.

He knows she feels it too. There’s no denying the way the tension between them crackles, thick and electric. He’s seen it before—those subtle shifts in the way she moves when he’s near, the little moments where their gazes meet and everything else fades into the background.

It’s the silence that gets to him the most. The way she’s holding back. He wants to close the distance, to break the quiet. To show her how much he craves her, how much he’s been wanting this.

His gaze drifts to her dress—the way it clings to her, making her look like something out of a dream. He wants to touch her, to feel her skin beneath his fingers. He can’t wait anymore. He knows this is where they’re meant to be.

He moves toward her, his heart pounding in his chest. The room seems to disappear as he gets closer. “Say my name,” he whispers, and the world around them stills. Everything stops. And in that moment, he knows—this is it. There’s no going back.

He’s close now. So close you can feel the heat of his body against yours. His hand brushes yours, sending a shiver down your spine. The air between you both is thick with unspoken words, with a thousand things you both want to say but can’t. You’ve been holding onto this moment for what feels like forever, trying to keep the distance. But the pull is undeniable now.

You can’t hold back any longer. The quiet patience you’ve been clinging to shatters the moment his hand gently touches your cheek, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. Your breath hitches in your throat.

This isn’t a friendly touch. This isn’t something you share with just anyone. This is something deeper, something neither of you can escape. You’ve always known this—I don’t want you like a best friend.

His eyes lock onto yours, searching, asking without words if you’re ready for this. And you are. You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. This dress, this moment, this connection—it’s all for him. It was always meant for him to take.

His lips brush against yours, slow at first, testing, and then deeper, as if he’s been waiting for this as long as you have. The world fades, and in that kiss, it’s just the two of you, lost in each other.

Her kiss is everything he’s been craving. It’s not just her lips against his—it's the way she surrenders herself to him, the way she lets go of all the hesitation and uncertainty. He’s wanted this for so long, but now that it’s happening, it’s even more perfect than he imagined.

He pulls her closer, his hands trembling slightly as they roam over her skin. Every inch of her feels like a discovery, a secret he’s been dying to know. He doesn’t want to take this slow. Not anymore. He’s waited long enough, and the way she responds to him tells him everything he needs to know. She wants this, too. She’s not just here for a friendship. She wants more.

He knows that dress wasn’t just something she picked out for the night. It was for him. Only him. And now, it’s slipping off her body, revealing the truth he’s always known: she’s his. And he’s never going to let her go.

His hands are everywhere, and you can’t get enough of him. Each kiss, each touch feels like it’s burning into your very soul. You’ve wanted this for so long, but now that it’s happening, it feels even more real. More intense.

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, a promise. You don’t need to say anything else. The silence between you is full of understanding. This is more than anything either of you expected, but it’s exactly what you’ve both been craving.

And as his name slips from your lips, everything else fades. The world doesn’t matter. It’s just him. It’s just you. And you’ll never forget this moment.

He watches her, breathless, as she surrenders completely. This is the moment he’s been waiting for, the one where everything clicks into place. It’s not just about passion. It’s about connection. It’s about knowing that this—her, him, the way they fit together—is exactly where they’re meant to be.

Her breath is uneven, and her hands shake slightly as they touch him, but he feels the same way. He pulls her closer, pressing his lips to hers once more, feeling the weight of everything they’ve shared and everything they still will.

And as they fall into each other, he knows this moment will leave an indelible mark on both of them. One that no one else will ever understand.

hope yall enjoyed <333

todays playlist.... brought the heat back by enhypen, lose my breath (stray kids version) by stray kids, nemonemo by yena, strategy by twice, earth, wind & fire by boynextdoor, forty one winks by tomorrow x together, nobody knows by kiss of blac- *cough* kiss of life, in bloom by zerobaseone, hurt by newjeans, pose! by lightsum, umm great by kickflip, tell my momma by kard, 10 months by enhypen, boom boom bass by riize, doctor! doctor! by zerobaseone, tell ur girlfriend (sped up) by lay bankz, you by troye sivan and tate mcrae, late night talking by harry styles, dress by taylor swift

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biibini · 1 year ago

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nsfw modern!mizu headcannons pt3

tags: nsfw, smut, wlw, strap on referred to as cock, cunnillingus, praise, missionary, doggy, if u squint its rough, degrading, teasing, edging, ass squeezes, orgasm

a/n: happy 100??? followers?? i love u all???? i finished some hw and some photoshoot work so here's a treat for both of us :3

18+ content below!

modern!mizu loves to hold ur hand while she's deep inside u, strap on

that's if she's feeling sweet & loving

which is most nights

however, if u were acting like a brat it's totally different

she has the patience but if u rlly ticked her off

or left her during the summer for an internship

she'll still be loving but WAYYY more dirty talk

definitely degrade u

calling u her pretty slut

(yes i already talked ab this on the last part but lemme remind yall)

modern!mizu is big on praise

typically she's reserved when it comes to u in public

prefers to let her work talk for her such as a side hug or holding ur hand when u guys are out

through her actions, she’s loving without the need to say much

at times, she doesn’t mind calling u “love” or “baby” in a sweet endearing way when its just the two of u in public

but behind closed doors…

(im giggling and kicking my feet writing this sorry chat)

she loves constantly calling u her pretty girl or her love

those praises escalate into dirty territory especially when she knows ur close

(yes i also did write ab this but shhh)

and she gets all close to ur ear

while whispering sweet nothings, she continues to stimulate u with soft kisses and hickies on ur neck

she loves hearing how loud ur voice can rise under her touch

or how much ur wet cave squelches just with her two fingers

it's addicting to hear u unfold

modern!mizu prefers missionary

yeah sure its a basic vanilla position

but mizu can watch herself enter easily

ur practically dripping at this point

while having easy access to ur breasts

something soft and tender to hold

or easy access to ur sides and hold for stability

while having front row seats to ur entire reaction

a 3-in-1 combo

she just loves hearing her beautiful girlfriend’s voice slowly lose control of any noises coming out

any whimpers or moans will not be held back

modern!mizu would make it her mission to hear anything come out of u

similar to the praising point

but more on the border of teasing

it doesnt help that she lowers her voice the closer she gets to ur ears

if ur biting ur lip or biting the inside of ur cheek, she will spot u holding back

it’s a lil scary how easy she can read u

but u pay no attention once she’s close to ur neck, one of ur most vulnerable spots

Mizu nuzzles you, letting her head rest in the crook of your neck. You close your eyes and inhale, telling yourself to relax under Mizu. You feel a digit slowly pull out, continuing to thrust into you at a agonizingly slow pace. She pulls out again, a tear running down Mizu’s middle finger.

You take another deep breath, scrunching your eyebrows and attempting to control yourself. You feel Mizu kiss your neck, leaving behind bruises that are soon to bloom purple. She works her way to your ear, her breath practically melting you away.

“I know you want more, don’t you?”, Mizu whispered breathily. Her digit pushing deeper into you. You bite your lip, silencing your moan with a “mmph” instead.

She nibbles down the side of your neck, biting down a little more than usual. Her tongue glides over one of your growing hickies, now turning a deeper shade of maroon and purple. You moan in response, forgetting to hold it back.

"Let's use our words now.", Mizu coos, adding another digit deep inside of you.

modern!mizu would most prob be a dom/switch

a little more switch than dom

but mainly a service dom

as long as the both of u are feeling pleasure, she will always love it

if u request modern!mizu something, she will try her hardest to make u feel good

one time, u were curious ab edging

u have heard of the term but never experienced it

mizu had heard ab it through taigen and his stupid rants ab his situationships

u were in for quite a wild night

“Hey baby?”, you asked.

Mizu hummed next to you, scrolling through Tiktok.

The thought of edging was relatively new. You heard about the idea at one of your lecture classes, where a girl was talking with her friends about how her situationship did that to her. You heard many specific details, maybe too many, for a 9:00 lecture.

However, one thing stood out to you: she had the most deepest, amazing orgasm. According to her, at least.

“Do you know what edging is?”, you question, letting the curiosity get the best of you.

Mizu turned to face you. Shocked at your question, she closes and puts down her phone.

“Who told you what that was?”, she asked.

Your eyes widen.

Was it something mean?

“Why? Is it something bad?”, you say in a concerned tone.

Mizu breathily laughs. She wraps her arm around your side, pulling you closer under the sheets.

“No no, I just wasn’t expecting that kind of question.”

“So what is it?”, you persist, still curious about the idea. You watch her eyes quickly dart away from your gaze.

“Uhm…”, Mizu’s face slightly flushes, biting the outer corner of her lower lip. “It’s when you get really close, but then you never finish. At least that’s how Taigen explained it.”

Your mouth shapes into a little ‘o’.

“It’s supposed to make you finish on ‘a different level’. I didn’t really understand it but-“

“Should we try?”, you boldly ask.

The details of the girl’s experience from the lecture rung in your head: mind-blowing, amazing, earth-shattering. The list could go on. That girl could talk for hours.

Mizu cocked her eyebrow, immediately surprised by the invitation. She didn’t deny it though. As disgusting as Taigen described his experience, it intrigued Mizu. Her mind started to dwell on the thought: your legs trembling and shaking under her, your moans and squirming, the volume of your cries...

The idea of you screaming her name lit a bulb in her head.

Out of nowhere, she pulls you underneath her. Mizu rests her hand by your face to cup your cheek. Her thumb caresses your right cheek, lightly grazing your lips. You look up to meet her eyes: a deep ocean blue darkened with lust. They glance down and quickly look back up to meet your gaze.

Mizu gets closer to you, slightly tilting your head to whisper close to your ear.

"Let's try.", she whispers. You feel her lips plant kisses along your neck, feeling it tickle and tease you.

"Now?", you stammer as Mizu continues down your neck, gently lifting under your pajamas. You feel her hand lift the fabric and palm one of your breasts. You groan as Mizu's thumb grazes over your nipple, hardening under your touch.

Mizu scoffs. "Do you not see yourself right now?", she states as she inches closer to your heat, now aching for her touch.

Blush starts to form on your face. Mizu knew how to turn you on, but you've never seen her so quick with it.

With one hand busy toying with your breasts, Mizu inches her other hand down towards your soft cotton panties. Her fingers slide down from the edge, feeling your curves and valleys. She stops at your entrance and feels the change of the fabric, drenched with your juices.

You hear her chuckle into the crook of your neck. "Do you not feel yourself right now?", she teases, her voice almost deepening as she continues to palm your wet spot.

"Not until now- Mizu!", you yelp. You feel her finger tuck under the fabric, now directly touching your pouring wet mess. She lowers her hand and enters, enveloping her fingers with your fluids.

Your head knocks back as you take a deep breath in. Half of your mind was already in another dimension, getting lost in the pleasure. The other half was still present in bed but slowly losing itself with every thrust Mizu made. You aren't even close to finishing and you're already losing your mind.

You feel her finger pull out, making you feel empty inside. She tugs your panties off and shifts closer to your lower half. You feel your lower half face her mouth. It doesn't take long for you to feel full once again as she plunges two digits into you.

You moan in response. You feel them gain speed, tickling the tip of your cervix. She puts those long, slender fingers to good use. Busy with feeling of your insides getting fucked out, you fail to forget about the feeling of Mizu's tongue lapping up any liquids coming out of you.

She continues to do so, her tongue gliding along the sides of your entrance. Mizu licks up, lightly licking the tip of your clit. A jolt of pleasure shoots up in your head.

"Ah, fuck me Mizu!", you yell into the pillow. Her pace continues to inch deeper into your gushing wet caves. To Mizu's surprise, they easily pull in and out of you, making a squelching noise every time she pushes a little bit deeper.

"I am, don't worry.", Mizu coos. She continues to lap at your clit, circling it every so often. With one hand inside of you, she wraps her other arm around your leg. She feels the warmth of your inner thigh touching her cheek, heating her up as she continues to work on you.

You feel her fingers slightly curl, brushing the rough ceiling of your insides. Instinctively, your hips buck against her mouth & fingers. She groans and gets back to it, tightening her grip on your leg.

The feeling of her fingers continuously touching your sensitive spot sent you to madness. Your hips continue to buck only to be constricted by Mizu's arm. At this point, you are attempting to find any way to move your hips, practically grinding on her face. Gaining speed towards your climax, you try to ride her fingers with her thrusts. In an attempt to chase your nearing orgasm, your moans grow louder. But it is to no avail.

Mizu notices the way your walls start to rhythmically tighten around her fingers. She pulls back her tongue and slowly pulls out her fingers. She feels your liquids drip down her digits, slowly pooling by her palm.

"Is my pretty girl close?", she teases.

Fuck, she brought out that pet name.

You feel her breath an inch away from your throbbing wet entrance, almost teasing your release.

"Y-Yes. Please let me finish. I'm so close.", you beg. Your hips try to grind on something, anything. Without thinking, you aim to feel her lips with yours to feel some kind of pleasure. Instead, you pathetically grind on the bottom half of Mizu's face, covering it with your juices.

Mizu shakes her head, smiling deviously at your attempt.

"Not yet baby. Wait a bit."

Her hands don't shift back to their original position. Instead, you feel them wrap around your thighs and squeeze against Mizu's face. You look down to view Mizu smiling angelically. Yet her actions proved others: downright devious.

modern!mizu doesn't enjoy doggy as much as she enjoys missionary

but it allows her to grab onto your ass and waist and squeeze u closer to u

it lowk highkey makes her go crazy when yall r doing doggy and she sees ur reflection in the mirror

yeah she can hear ur moans and see ur beauty from the back

but to be able to get a view of ur reaction thru the mirror too omg…

You hear the bathroom door open only to find Mizu, strapped on. Beforehand, you had just been making out post-shower and getting ready to go to bed. That was until someone (cough cough Mizu) started caressing your side and touching under your pajama top.

She gets close to you, her hands caressing your hips. Mizu faces you and places soft kisses on your lips, trailing down to your neck. Her lips make work towards the back of your neck as she flips you behind. You look into the mirror as you feel her hands tighten their grip on your hips.

Mizu meets your gaze, grinning at your stare.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ma be nice.”, she reassures, entering a finger into your dripping entrance.

“Fuck-“, you curse. You feel her middle finger gain pace, only to pull out mid-pleasure.

Before you can even complain, you feel her cock poke at your entrance. Its length now covered with your silky fluids. She slowly pushes into your cavern, gripping your hips tighter.

You moan into the mirror. You watch as your knuckles turn white, gripping tightly from the light pain. You check in the mirror to watch Mizu’s reaction. You feel her slowly inch closer inside you, stretching your insides.

A cry escapes your mouth. Her rhythm slowly starts, back and forth. Every inch deeper inside you was a signal of pleasure going straight to your pain.

As for Mizu, she was watching how good you were taking her cock. She sees it slowly enveloping it inside of you, getting coated with all your fluids. She fully thrusts all the way in to the hilt to hear another cry.

And you do cry in response. Right into the mirror. Your reaction perfectly laid out in front of the mirror for Mizu to witness.

“God, you’re taking it so well tonight.”, Mizu complimented, her pace quickening. She glances at the mirror again to see your reaction in the reflection: Your eyes glimmering, filled with pleasure. Your mouth is still swollen, cherry red, from making out earlier. Your cheeks also match the same shade, flushed from the stimulation. God, you looked beautiful.

You feel her enter you again, her hips meeting yours. Mizu’s hands tighten their grip, prepping herself.

You moan loudly as she continues to pound into you. You feel her length roughly enter you, filling you whole. Instinctively, you yelp into the mirror. You try to say something to Mizu. But with every thrust, you fail to form a complete sentence. Your attempt at communication left you mumbling.

Embarrassed, you put your head down against the bathroom countertop. The cold surface felt refreshing against your heated cheeks. However, that only lasted for a moment.

Mizu, still mesmerized by your lower half, checked on the reflection to find your face missing. Instead, it was hiding against the countertops. She slow down her thrusts to an agonizing pace.

“Y/N,”, she called. You respond to her call and looked up into the mirror. “Lemme see that pretty face of yours again.”

You bring your face up to the mirror and look at her through the reflection. She smiles contently and gives your back a kiss.

“Good girl.”

She returns to her original rhythm, fast and deep inside you. You could only moan and cry in front of the mirror, letting your reaction be shown by Mizu. Her cock began to graze the ceiling. Your moans grow louder in response.

As Mizu watches you crumble under her through the mirror, she shifts her hands to your cheeks. Her hands massage them softly and watch them ripple with every thrust inside of you. Mizu grabs both cheeks to spread them apart, gaining a better view of your dripping wet entrance.

“Ah, Mizu!”, you respond. She thrusts in again, hitting a deeper, sensitive angle.

Mizu heard you yell in response and coordinates with the angle. A part of her wishes she could truly feel you inside: to feel your insides squeeze her and envelop her with your juices, to fully feel you orgasm as she’s still inside you fucking you out.

She continues to pound into the same sensitive angle, grabbing onto the sides of your cheeks for some stability. You, on the other hand, feel a twist in your lower stomach start to form. The stimulation, the angle, the way she was grabbing you: it was all coming together.

Your back shoots up, arching up with every thrust. You could no longer hold back any noises and let yourself go. The bathroom walls echoed with your moans, along with the rhythmic slapping from Mizu’s thrusts.

“I’m- ah!”, you feel Mizu get closer to your back as her right hand starts to gently palm your clit, circling the outside perimeter.

“M’so close, Mizu- fuck!”, you say as you look into her gaze through the reflection: her breath heavy, her eyes so dark that the blue reflect like diamonds. Holy fuck.

Her fingers continue to circle your clit, rubbing st s faster pace. The knot tightens and tightens, until you feel her hit the deepest spot, barely touching your cervix. At that point, you let everything go: the knot, the counter, your tight grip on her cock.

You cry as your legs try to spread apart. Your hips attempt to ride out the orgasm, only to be helped by Mizu as her cock goes in and out. You moan out her name as she lets go of your lower half and starts peppering kisses up your spine. She gentle caresses your hips and slowly pulls out.

Liquid gold starts to seep out. Mizu watches as the strap on glimmer under the bathroom lights. You turn the face her, also mesmerized by its shimmer.

(idk if i covered this already but whatever)

modern!mizu’s ideal aftercare is washing up with hot cup of tea and in bed cuddling

rewinding and relaxing afterwards never felt so comforting until u came around

typically, she’ll let u choose the tea of the nicht

but if ur tired out, she can pick up and do the work for u

a few soft kisses here and there

as long as u feel comforted, shes at peace

#mizu bes #bes mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai #mizu headcanons #mizu x y/n #mizu x you #blue eye samurai mizu #blue eye samurai x reader #headcannons #modern mizu #mizu smut #mizu x reader smut #mizu x you smut #mizu come home the kids miss you #mizu pls ill take it so good #mmhmm pls mizu

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sevs-corner · 5 months ago

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Tf 141: Mafia AU! -Nursing their hangovers

Masterlist here!

You were quite used to being the clean-up crew after holding parties at the bakery or simply watching them down the drink after drink on a particularly rough day

Obviously, watching them drown their sorrows in vices made it hurt a lil’ inside and you wanted to have them a healthier outlet

But its hard— you know that too well, its hard to get out of a habit, and force a change that would be uncomfy at first

Some of which find that greatly unappealing and not worth the effort when the point of doing the activity was to relax and unwind— and when they do get that immediate satisfaction, they turn back

Back to safety, back to what they know, back to drinking

So you try— try so hard to be patient with them on days you know they need more support than a scolding on their slowly growing beer bellies

Once you notice their voices lowering, the paces of drinks growing slower— you quietly shuffle over with a box to put all their empty and partially finished drinks, throwing out those left over liquids before sorting them out in the recyclables bin at the back

You come back with a black trashbags and some gloves, trying your best to reach over them to get their wrappers and other food droppings

At these moments where you had to balance on your tippy-toes, you thanked Horangi for taking you to his Yoga classes

When that was out of the way, and after else was cleaned up, you slowly wake them starting with Price

Over a while of doing this, you started a routine— knowing that when they’re a couple of bottles in deep, they’re quite heavy sleepers (and snorers which made some customers leave sometimes, thinking there was a bear)

You learned that Price was the quickest to wake up and help you with the others, especially if they couldn’t wake up and needed to be carried either upstairs or to their cars

So you first stroke his beard, waiting to him purr before pecking his cheek— from there you can see how his eyes flutter and adjust to the lighting of room before it lands on you

Softening and dilating, his eyes find yours and mirrors the soft smile on your face

He then grows close enough to give you an eskimo kiss, a silent show of appreciation he always shared with you

You step away to go to Ghost next, who you already know was waking up slightly from how his breathing was different and how he was shuffling much more intentionally in a tried subtle manner

While Price stretches and groans from the cracks in his neck, you get to in front of Ghost— still keeping a respectful distance so he doesn’t get startled

Because the last time you did- and the one time you positioned behind him- let’s just say that… it didn’t end quite well for you and it was good that you cleared the table beforehand

Let’s also just say he became your personal henchman/ maid for a while as you were bedridden

So you untangle his hands from his armpits, gently massaging them until his eyes flutters and he wakes up with gnarly burp that makes Gaz jump awake

This makes you giggle and try to pull away from Ghost to take care of Gaz next but he doesn’t let you

Instead, Ghost pulls you to him to pat your check as his own way of thanking you

He then lets you go with one last squeeze of your hands together and goes to stretch himself out from his chair just like Price before standing and going to the back, where you knew he had to take another break to properly wake up and be their designated driver

You turn to Gaz and you already see him half-awake, still sitting there with a dopey smile on his face

You roll your eyes, knowing he just wanted your hugs to sober him up before helping you with Soap— who is often just conked out and needed to carried over to their car or his designated room upstairs

Once Gaz had his fill of squeezing you, he gives you a quick peck at your temple, whispering to you to get in the car as well so they can take you home

You nodded, patting the hand he placed on your hips to go and grab your things at the back

You yawn all the while and get surprised by putting into Ghost’s chest, and you ask if he was done with his quick sobering-up break

He chuckles at how you call it and he nods, also showing you his hands that already had your stuff in it

You smiled gratefully, taking his free arm and intertwining it with your to pull him to the front happily

Where you were greeted with a struggling Gaz who was pulling a dead weight Soap

You both giggle at the sight before letting Ghost go and helping out Gaz

You follow them out and make sure to close up properly before making your way to the already warm car with a warmed up seat just prepared for you at the shotgun seat, curtesy by Price

By the time you got home, you could still see how they were still slightly tipsy and offered to them to sleep over

They, of course, took it happily and crashed onto the spare make-shift beds you set at the side for them

While they fixed that, you went to the chicken to make some hang-over soup you learned at your last restaurant job

Making sure it was hot and yummy enough that it would go straight to their stomachs and fill it with some solids aside from drinks, you place them in cups and on trays to put on the coffee table where it was placed right in front of the television that was playing some british improv comedy show

Once they see it, they snagged it and nursed it in their cold palms, appreciating the warmth before downing it slowly

This time, taking sips, taking it slow

And they were so cute— just from how bundled up there were, just like little kids surrounding a camp fire with blankets draped over them

As you see them release that satisfied sigh, you urged them to sleep and promised to wake them at their work hours

Unexpectedly, Gaz pulls you to them as he whines, wanting you to sleep with them

And… it became a routine too

Something you didn’t quite mind as you didn’t have to bundle up and keep warm on your own

You basically had two personal heaters right besides you, and it was enough to coerce you to sleep right in their arms

Promise of waking them up unfulfilled as all of you wake up to a hangover, and being overly late to your jobs

Well, more like you took the brunt of it as Nonna scolded you with canoodling again

Which you- technically- did no such thing!

But the hickey on your neck says otherwise, and you promise to smack Soap awake the next time he came drinking at the bakery

Short fluff after a rough day<//3

Taglist✨

@accidental-obsessionist @sunshineistoofuckingbright @sleepisfortheweakpooh

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maria-the-virtuous · 2 months ago

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Vesta in Astrology✨🔥 ୭

Ave! Many of you who follow me don’t know much about Roman culture, so allow your friend Maria to guide you through many aspects of Roman life. Today, I want to talk about astrology. Astrology is an ancient art passed down by the Babylonians. Its fundamental belief is that the positions of the stars have an incredible impact on one’s fate and character. XII “zodiac” signs are determined by constellations. Your sign is determined by which constellation was in position the night you were born! Kind of like the gods giving you a lil hug 💙

Now, you may be asking yourself, “Maria, aren’t you forbidden from talking to astrologers, since they’re scientists?” That is a question I get often. Simply put, astrologers are not scientists— they come to their conclusions through sheer vibes. That being said, you should take astrology very seriously. Despite the lack of empirical evidence to prove its validity, it still has very real impacts on life, just like divination and dark psychology.

🩷🏛️Who is Vesta?🏛️🩷

Vesta is the goddess of devotion, virtue, divine femininity, seed, and the sacred flame. She represents sacred order and commitment. She has no representation—the sacred flame is her idol. The Vestal Virgins maintain the eternal sacred flame, the most revered duty in our society. The tight farts they shoot right into the fire allow the flame to glow forever. Someday I would love to be part of their divine worship.

Some ways you could worship Vesta are:

Light red or white candles

Drink wine

Ferment your seed

Bake some bread

Clench your virtue

“Coitus” your husband/wife/they

🕯️✨Vesta in Your Sign✨🕯️

Vesta has an influence on many of the constellations. Read about how it affects your sign! ⬇️

✨ Aries 🐏

You are fiercely dedicated to protecting your virtue at all costs. You may wish to self-impose Vestal Virginity upon yourself in hopes of fostering your virginal magicks, perhaps to become a very powerful sorceress. Perhaps you will want to use your magicks to stop time and be the only moving human alive, the world at your disposal. At first you are delighted by this prospect, due to your fierce independent nature. But over time, as you indulge in delicious free food and skinny dive in the Rhein, you begin to realize that you get older, but everyone else around you doesn’t age. For a moment, you consider unfreezing time, but a wrenching feeling in your gut stops you. You don’t know if you can stomach the guilt you feel for having done this in the first place, trapping every living soul on earth in a twisted type of limbo. More time passes, and the world changes. Buildings around you begin to decay as no one is there to maintain them. Nature takes your city back slowly, vines and greenery growing up the stone walls and drilling their way inside the crevices of every brick, like veins travelling through bone. Everyone in the world is still stuck in place, stuck in time. Vines creep their way up legs and around torsos. Birds make nests in baskets set eternally atop mother’s heads. Merchants and patrons in the market stand making exchanges of long-gone goods, the shelves that used to be lined with figs and pomegranates picked clean long ago by animals and your hand. You’ve gotten older, too. Your hair is grey and your face and body have wisened. Despite no societal regulatory force to compel you to maintain your virtue, you diligently have done so for years. Your virginal magicks have allowed you to age gracefully. When you look into the polished metal mirror in your home, what looks back at you is a gracious woman, a walking goddess among men. You hope that Vesta has been paying attention to your diligence; you have spent countless hours completing her rituals, cleaning her temple, and fighting back the vines that threaten to squeeze around the temple’s columns. Eventually, you moved into the temple itself, in order to fully devote yourself to your goddess. Yet, every day when you look outside, you are met by the gaze of hundreds of frozen bodies, completely unaware that their lives are doomed, and it was your doing. Sometimes, when the sun begins to set, you like to walk up to one of these living corpses and stare into their eyes, hoping you may detect faint evidence of life behind their irises. Do they see you? Do they feel cold at night? Does the eternal darkness scare them? Do the wolves frighten them when they pass by? One night, as you were lighting the candles to perform a ritual to Vesta, you heard the sound of the ancient wooden temple doors creaking open, followed by still silence. You froze. You slowly turned around, and what you saw drained the blood from your face: the silhouette of a man, stiff as a statue, standing in the doorway with his glass-like eyes staring right into yours. You screamed at the top of your lungs and fell to your knees in terror, covering your eyes with your hands. When death never comes to you, you peek through your fingers and find that there is no one there. After that experience, you start to board up all of the windows of the temple, unable to look at the figures outside any longer. You isolate yourself completely and devote yourself deeper to Vesta. You avoid leaving the temple as much as possible, subsisting purely off the flesh of rats and whatever else you can catch. Despite this, your virtue is so well maintained that you are still a sight to behold, even as you get older, thinner, and weaker. You pray every day to Vesta now that she may end your suffering, or punish you for your misdeeds, or rewind time and make it so that you never became a sorceress to begin with. All you hear in response is eternal silence.

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xmads-omensx · 1 month ago

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Lover Of Mine

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Word Count: 2,115

CW: references to fake dating, mentions of smut, vague mentions of a panic attack, brief and vague mentions of pregnancy

Tags: @shayeanna-ashlie @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @supersquirrel1996 @dontwantthemoney @tosoundlessdarkistare @bloody-spades @klutzy-kay24 @heyyoplayer @lacy1986 @collidewiththesav @kenjipepsi1 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @chey-h @amelia-acero @thisbicc @dominuslunae @enemiestolovershoe @xxkatsatwatwafflexx @thisbicc @fadingangelwisp @cheyyyyr @littlebear423 @dsireland86 @missduffsblog @overmydeadbodysblog @dominuslunae @blade-dressed-in-red @rumoured-whispers @eclipseeetop @xxkittenkissesxx @theanarchymuse95 @blackveilomens @lilgarbitch @lil-garbitch @concretejunglefm @museonfilm @xxkatsatwatwafflexx @kissestomyomens @flowery-mess

My heart pounded in its confines within my chest as I stood in front of the mirror.

I had been waiting for this day since I was a little girl, like most women do when they grow up watching Disney movies or crappy romance movies, and now that day was here.

Everything was planned perfectly, complete with flowers, music, the perfect venue, it was all exactly how it was supposed to be. And yet I was still in a state of panic.

Gabi and Ashley stood either side of me as I stared into the mirror in front of me, questioning every moment that had led me to this moment.

Part of me thought that all of this was too good to be true. How on earth did the man waiting for me in the other room look at me and decide that he wanted to spend forever by my side?

It made no sense to me.

“Breathe, Y/N, once you get there and you see him standing there, you’ll be okay. It’s just nerves.” Gabi reassured me, but the thought of having to walk there all by myself was terrifying.

“We’ll be right there with you when you get there.” Ashley added, rubbing my beck gently.

That thought also did little to reassure the nerves settling in my stomach.

My mind flitted back to the night that Noah got down on one knee and asked me to spend forever with him. My heart still raced just from the memory alone. It had been perfect.

That night had been perfect too.

We had retreated back down to our apartment, where Noah made love to me slowly until the sun rose, whispering sweet nothings and promises of happiness into my ear as he slowly thrust in and out of me.

I had hoped that our wedding night would resemble the same, but that thought terrified me at the same time.

Was I making a mistake?

The idea of spending the rest of my life with Noah was perfect. It made my heart race just from the thought alone.

But if the concept was so perfect, why did the thought make me nauseous with fear?

My breaths began to quicken the longer that I looked at myself in the mirror.

“Uh oh.” Gabi began. “Let’s not do that.” She cooed in a gentle voice, as if she were addressing a child.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and massaged them gently as she stood behind me, whilst Ashley ran out the hotel room door in a hurry.

“You’re okay.” She whispered, but it wasn’t helping.

I felt stupid standing there in my dress. I began to pull at it, aching to get it off of my body. I felt constricted.

As if she understood my silent cue, Gabi undid the zip at the back of my dress, letting it fall to my ankles and leaving me there in my underwear. She passed me the white silk robe that I had been wearing that morning as I got ready with my bridesmaids.

I shrugged the soft material over my body and sat down on the bed, sipping the glass of water Gabi had handed me.

I was aware of voices around me, but they didn’t register to me until two large hands made their way onto my thighs, squeezing them affectionately.

He was here.

The feeling of those hands on me calmed me almost instantaneously. It felt calming. He felt calming.

His scent of Dior Sauvage felt like home and this was one of the moments that I needed it most.

“You’re okay.” He whispered, stroking my thighs in an attempt to ground me. “I’m here.”

I looked up only to be met by those deep chocolate eyes that I fell in love with all that time ago. Then it hit me, I would be looking into those beautiful eyes for the rest of my life. When I woke up, there they would be. When I went to sleep, they were the last thing I would see. I even dreamed about them.

Noah offered me a sense of solace by his presence alone. My breathing calmed and my heart slowed down to a calm, steady rhythm.

I could hear the faint sound of the hotel room door closing, signalling that Gabi had left, leaving myself and Noah alone.

“Look baby, I know it’s bad luck for me to see you before the ceremony, but I can’t help it.” He said, his voice just above a whisper.

“I’m such a mess.” I sighed.

“No you’re not. It’s a scary thing to do okay? I’m nervous too.” Noah reassured in a calm tone, that stupidly handsome smile plastered on his face.

“You are?” I asked, slightly surprised by my fiancée, soon to be husband’s, revelation. “Really?”

“Yeah. I don’t wanna talk in front of all those people.” He said with a laugh, making me giggle. “There’s that smile.”

I couldn’t help but blush at his words, he always knew exactly what to say.

“Me neither.” I confided with a sheepish grin.

“Then why don’t we talk here instead?” He suggested.

“But we need to do the ceremony out there.” I contradicted.

“I mean the scary parts. Saying I do is easy, but I’m not sure that I want to spill my heart out to you in front of so many people, baby.” Noah replied, a blush rising to his cheeks as he spoke.

“Oh.” I replied in a whisper as the realisation of what he meant crept into my mind. He didn’t want to do our vows in front of everyone.

“I want it to be private. Just us. No one else needs to know how I feel about my wife.” He smiled, bringing his large, tattooed hand up to cup my cheek as he spoke, wiping away a tear that I hadn’t realised had fallen.

I nodded, turning my head just enough to place a kiss on the palm of his hand.

He pulled a piece of folded paper out from his back pocket and unfolded it, suddenly seeming too shy to actually turn and meet my eyes.

Noah cleared his throat, sheepishly looking up at me before blushing and immediately turning away again, focusing entirely on the piece of paper that he held in his now trembling hands.

“Y/N.” He began. “You’re my everything, my rock, my shelter, my… fuck not again.” He said, choking up as his eyes welled with tears.

I giggled at his reference to the proposal.

“Let me try again.” He started, taking a deep breath. “Y/N. You’re my everything, my rock, my shelter, my home. You encompass everything that is good in my life, and you always have done. When I picture forever, the first thing that I think of is you in the kitchen of the home we will buy and spend forever in. A cup of coffee in your hand as you look out of the window into the trees of the forest we will live by. Your back is turned as you listen to the birds singing as I come up to you and wrap my arms around you, holding you close. We would start each morning like that until it is joined by a bump, and then some little feet running circles around us. That’s what I think of when I think of forever. Like it or not, you’re stuck with me. You have taught me that the future doesn’t have to be scary. It doesn’t have to be full of unknowns and unpredictability. I love you to the moon and to Saturn and I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

By the time he was finished speaking, tears were streaming down my face.

“Your turn.” He whispered, folding the paper back up and sliding it into his back pocket.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself before I began to speak to the man in front of me.

“Noah.” I began in the same fashion that he had. “You’re an idiot.” He shot me a shocked and mock offended glance as I giggled at him. “You’re an idiot because you waited to obnoxiously long to tell me how you felt. Granted, I did too, but I prefer it when you get all the blame. Throughout our friendship, you were there for me no matter the conditions and no matter what I asked you to do for me. You spent months pretending to be my boyfriend, and I revelled in every moment. You were an amazing fake boyfriend, and an even better real one. I can only hope that you will make a great husband, and someday father, from this moment on. You are my rock and you always have been and always will be. Someone once said that they would wait for me at the bottom, and it looks like they did. Noah, I love you, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

We both sat there, just looking at each other as tears streamed down our faces.

“Good god, I cannot believe you quoted me in your vows.” He sighed, wiping tears from his face.

“It was a last minute addition. Matt said you would like it.” I giggled, wiping my own tears away.

“You asked Matt!” He exclaimed.

“He’s good at speeches.” I defended with a laugh.

We stayed like that for another moment or so until Gabi re-entered, informing us that the chapel was ready and that we needed to head there now.

Noah stood up, hugging me goodbye before leaving to had to the chapel.

The next time that I would see him would be when I was walking down the aisle towards him.

Gabi and Ashley helped be back into my dress, before leading me out to the car that waited for me outside to take me to the venue.

My nerves were gone.

I felt like a whole new person as I breathed with ease on the way to the chapel.

When I arrived there, everything was in a hurry since we had to push the ceremony back every so slightly. The doors opened and the music started.

Gabi took my left arm, and Ashley took my right.

They walked me slowly down the aisle as our family and friends all looked at me with awe on their faces.

My dress was fitted at the top, with thin straps holding it up. The dress was simple, except for the lace details scattered over the skirt, emulating flowers.

I looked ethereal.

Noah did too.

His suit was as black as night, making his tattoos pop. His eyes were watering once again as he looked right at me, as if there was nobody else in the room with us.

I took his hands, standing opposite him and gazing into his eyes as the officiant spoke. I’m pretty sure that neither of us were absorbing any of the words that was being said by the officiant until it was time to say “I do”, but even then, we were still just gazing into each other’s eyes without a care for our surroundings.

We walked back down the aisle and straight into the reception.

Drinks were flowing as everybody began dancing around us.

Towards the end of the night, the majority of the guests had begun to leave.

That’s when Noah grabbed my hand and pulled me back onto the dancefloor.

“My wife.” He whispered as he pulled me close, swaying to the soft and gentle music that was playing from the speakers.

“My husband.” I replied, slipping my hands behind his neck and drawing him close, touching our foreheads together as we swayed.

We stayed like that for what felt like forever, but it also felt like no time had passed at all. It was almost like we were in our own little bubble for a brief moment in time. It was just us. It was my entire world in one tiny bubble.

Noah’s image of the future had been on replay in my mind since he first said it. The prospect of moving somewhere like that made my heart flutter. Washington State was the perfect place for us to spend forever.

I could picture it, exactly how Noah had described it. Even that last part about having kids. It all sounded completely perfect in every sense of the word.

Noah was perfect.

He made everything perfect.

Our relationship may not have started out like that, but I could say with complete and total certainty that spending forever with Noah, as scary as it may have seemed, was the most perfect decision that I had ever made.

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repent

just a lil angst. switched it up a bit.

tw: mentions of panic attacks, PTSD, nightmares, small mentions of combat, self-loathing, religious trauma, childhood abuse, suicidal ideations

simon believed that he was cursed the moment he turned earthside. something was wrong with him. not an ounce of benevolence within his vessel. teeth always bared sharp, ready for a fight. had made peace with clawing his way out of the grave that slowly unearthing beneath his feet.

his faith was feeble, a shaky foundation that was revisited every once in awhile when the caress of death lured him in. growing up catholic, his conviction was strong. beat into him until he bent, allowed resurrection to seep into the cracks of his wounded body. it was used as a comfort, something he wasn't nourished with as a child.

he was forced to recite verses until his lips cracked and bled. knelt in the living room on frozen peas, knees aching for relief. the old testament was his favorite. god was relentless, and merciless, just like he. his mother knew there was something evil within him. she had been acquainted before - when she married his father. his father had struggled, and lost. let the darkness consume him. became a vile creature, fingers itching to snuff out any sliver of joy.

joy was to be hidden. never a sight nor sound allowed to even echo in that house. that god-forsaken house. simon had escaped. by the grace of god or whoever, he fled as soon as he was able to. something deep inside missed the familiarity though. a routine, drilled into his skull, slowly unraveled and left him wandering aimless in the metaphorical wilderness.

he found solitude in the army. found comfort again in being told what to do. was able to quiet the chatter in his brain. didn't have to think, just kept his nose down and did what he was told. that's what he did best. the darkness inside him rested well after a bloody day. fingers stained crimson, chest heaving in the metallic scent of life withering away. enjoyed watching the last flicker before the eyes went blank, vacant. lucky bastards. each and every one.

simon longed to switch places. tired of fighting. would pray when it got too malicious. prayed for forgiveness, hot tears burning his eyes. choking on the sobs - heavy, aching and wet in his chest. price saw the turmoil within him. gave him his first safe space to just- be. approached him as if he were a wild dog - which he was. had him kneel, the motion flashing simon back to the hard wooden hearth. nearly moaned in relief, familiarity. placed the dark balaclava over his eyes and waited. watched as simon’s breathing slowed, the trembling in his fingers subsided.

one of his first known panic attacks. price had tutted softly, placed a heavy hand on simon’s head.

“better?” he had asked.

simon was nodding before he even realized, arching into price’s touch like the dog he was. he had pet the side of his head a few times.

“‘re alright,” price grumbled, voice soft.

let him stay there until the darkness released its hold on him. leaving him weak in the knees. it became a routine - when it became unbearable again, simon knew where to go, loyal feet leading him to price’s office floor to rest his weary body.

it got easier. for awhile. simon was able to finally breathe, his lungs able to expand and get a full breath of air. it was so unfamiliar - and simon doubted. it had to be a mistake. men like him weren't allowed reprieve. he relapsed about four years later. when he was promoted to lieutenant. couldn't be responsible for others’ when he didn't want to be responsible for himself. went into battle ready to die. wanting to die. it had changed. everything had changed. he had others to look out for now.

he did it well. made sure his team got out alive every single mission. slowly started to take pride and immense guilt into the new role he was molded into. it was two sides to the same coin. a feeling in his stomach that pulled the same way it did all those years ago. the taut clench of his nerves, breath quickening, palms sweating as he took blow after blow from his father’s hand.

the sharp strike of a flat palm against his face forcing him to inhale through gritted teeth. blood dripping down his nose and staining his teeth crimson. not realizing he was laughing until his father had him flat on his back, writhing as unavoidable joy bubbled up and over his lips - begging for him to finish it.

he was never lucky enough. always left on the precipice, forced to pull himself back up, repent for his sins, lips against the splintered floor as he spoke his prayers.

when you came along, Simon knew this had to be a sick game with god. someone as soft, knowing, and sure as you shouldn't step within a lifetime of him. were you being punished too?

you were patient. kind. the complete opposite of what simon knew. never raised your voice. always compassionate and understanding of his flaws. he hated you at first. he would later repent, spending hours praising your soft skin under the guise of night.

slowly, you broke him down. mending to his broken body - a servant of empathy. the incident that allowed you inside - wound up with you finding him in your hall closet, bathroom towels, cleaning supplies, and other necessities strewn out on the floor - an attempt to get somewhere small and make himself a part of it. a conglomerate of PTSD nightmares interlaced with a nasty panic attack. it had scared you, not knowing what to do. you'd never seen simon like this before. the wild, faraway look in his eyes - it broke your heart.

simon was kneeling, frozen peas under his knees, muttering verses with his face pressed into the carpeted floor - too soft for a wretched thing like him. it took you nearly 40 minutes to bring him back to you, slowly coaxing him back from wherever he was. you hadn't known price’s trick at the time.

another 25 minutes to get him out of the closet. his body had taken over, brain fogged with panic. didn't even realize what he had done. it was embarrassing on his part - he hadn't done a good enough job of keeping you away from this unfortunate side of him. he had lost control of the ugly side of himself - letting it crescendo up into an unmanageable wave of panic.

his self-soothing techniques he had learned in the years of being in the field had not been able to ground him back down, the wave already lapping at the base of his neck. he was going under, whether he liked it or not. he didn't. never did. despised the bloody feeling. the feeling of not being able to get a good lungful of air, the uncontrollable trembling, the pins and needles in his extremities, and worst of all - the ingrained guilt coming back up for a vengeance.

his balaclava wasn't able to be found in time, at least not to his panicked state. he did grab something cold - peas and placed them in the familiar groove of his knees. pain and pleasure mixing into a somewhat soothing fix.

all he remembers is the mission going sideways, not being able to get to anyone in time. Gaz, Price, Soap - all MIA. and for whatever reason, you were here too - his worst fucking nightmare. his sweet dollface, in the ugly throws of battle. somewhere you should never be. the pained look in your eyes, sweat dripping down your forehead, and the blood. where did that come from?

your face turned white, shock making your lips fall open in a gasp - but no sound comes out. simon looks down and his stomach turns. you're bleeding out - multiple exit wounds staining your pretty skin crimson.

he had called out your name, his own voice faint in his ears. reached a hand out to try and stop the bleeding. he was too late, unable to prevent the nightmare from unfolding.

"simon." you had croaked.

tears blurring his vision, he can't get them to clear. he can't see you anymore. where were you? his teeth gritting in desperation, looking for you blindly, reaching out on some thin ounce of faith that you were still there. god please.

"simon." his name again, softly called. the voice sounds familiar, but he can't pinpoint as to where it's coming from.

maybe his time was coming. he begged. begged for someone to put him out of this hell. he didn't want to be a part of it anymore. what was he doing? where was he? where were you? oh right. dead. dead. dead.

"simon!" the shrillness of your voice startles him.

he's not in combat. he's somewhere dark, small - a peak of light coming in. he finally takes a deep breath, just realizing he had been holding his own. feeling his lungs gulp as much air as he could - reminding himself to slowly pull in, not too fast. feels the grounding pain of the peas digging into his knees. his face pressed into the floor, the spot between his eyebrows aching with how hard he had pushed. he slowly lifts up, his vision comes to and there you are. soft light haloing around your head, just barely visible to him from where he is.

maybe he did make it to heaven after all.

simon's brows furrow - confusion etching its way onto his scarred face. your small hand is resting on your ankle, thumb circling absentmindedly on the skin. his gaze finally falls on your sweet face, red and puffy with tears still falling down the curve of your cheek.

he’s as still as a statue - not wanting to startle you. the sudden change in his breathing alerting you that he was conscious now. your lip trembling with uncertainty, you pull away from him - evident fear on your face. his chest clenches, the inevitable happening - him losing you to himself.

"christ," he croaks, voice dry.

your eyes flick up to meet his own, pupils blown wide with adrenaline.

"I couldn't get to you," you mumble.

the confusion on simon's face makes you angry. your brow furrows in thought, mouth pulled in a tight line. he hates seeing such an ugly emotion on your face. something he caused. you huff through your nose, shaking fingers coming upwards to push your hair back from your face.

"I couldn't get to you, simon. It took me forty minutes."

"price usually puts somethin’ over my eyes," he sputters, tongue heavy as he tries to get his words out.

your brows furrow again before standing up, releasing another huff of air. simon’s panicking again, you're leaving. he's shown too much. he squeezes his hands into tight fists in an attempt to control his breathing. fuck fuck fuck-

you're back a moment later, kneeling in front of him and placing something soft over his eyes. he nearly wails in relief, biting back the trembling of his lips.

“breathe,” you instruct.

he focuses on your voice, letting out a shuttering breath. sobs threaten to strangle his throat, causing it to tighten up.

“you're safe.” you say.

simon reaches a large hand to place on your shoulder, squeezing tightly.

"breathe." a reminder.

simon sits stunned, silent and perplexed that you're handling this so well. sweat drips down his back, cooling as the adrenaline slowly unfurls from his body.

"m'sorry," he murmurs.

you're pulled close against his chest. simon's soaked with sweat. his large arms wrap around your waist as he burrows his face into the crook of your neck.

"i though' i had a hold of it. losin' you is my worse nightmare. tha's what i was havin'. a nightmare. about you," he explains.

you sniffle, chest squeezing at his words.

"never had someone to care for. or about for tha' matter," he murmurs, soft words leeching into your skin. "you're my everythin'."

"si-," you start.

He shushes you, rubbing soft circles over your sleep shirt.

"'m sorry." he says, again and again - placing soft kisses on your skin.

repenting to you, his one and only. he hopes you can forgive him. a wretched thing - not worthy of your kindness. wetness pools at your collarbone and you realize that he's crying, shoulders shaking with the effort to keep himself quiet.

"oh, simon," you choke out, squeezing him tight. "you've gotta talk to me. that's what i'm here for."

he stays silent for a few moments, processing your words. let's your touch soothe his tired body. the soft rise and fall of your chest comforting his worried mind.

"i'm so sorry," you whisper. "i didn't mean to yell. i was just worried. i love you, y'know?"

a tight squeeze lets you know. he knows.

edit: updated a bit more and went a different route!

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