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joshujin · 10 hours ago

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(っ˶˘ ᵕ ˘˶)ᐣ✎ ᝰ request from this prompt game

@studioeisa: "hey trixie i saw u rb the writing prompt thingo .. 👀 i can’t see the issue + soonyoung (or dealer's choice on any member!!!)"

soonyoung has been pulling away from you for weeks now. it seems that tonight is the night he wipes his hands clean of you.

♫ darl+ing svt pairing: soonyoung x reader word count: 8.7k tags: best friends to lovers, idiots in love, a bit of miscommunication, angst for like one second, happy ending cw: smut — unprotected piv (v irresponsible piv do not be like these two), reader loses virginity, oral f. receiving, fingering, just really vanilla, really soft, really mushy smut tbh, vanilla pudding smut if you will lol a/n: for the biggest-brained, funniest, most talented kae – i hope you like it <3 if you don't, just lie to me <3 • i know the request didn't include smut, but this one truly TRULY got away from me (as you can tell from this monstrous word count lol), and it kinda just wrote itself, smut included. i did mark where the scene starts and ends in case anyone doesn’t want to read it, but that's a courtesy to adults uninterested in reading explicit material. if you're a minor, pls scroll away

you look around, grinning widely as everyone sings to you. the lights are turned off in soonyoung’s apartment, the light from the thirty candles on your cake more than enough to illuminate your face. you meet each of your friends' eyes, your heart so full of love as you look at each of them.

you leave the person you want to look at most for last. finally, you meet soonyoung’s gaze. you don't mean to, but you feel your smile immediately falter.

he’s singing, but you can barely hear his voice��already uncharacteristic of him on its own. he's spent every, single one of your birthdays since you've met obnoxiously scream-singing, arms usually wrapped tightly around your neck as he bent over you, caging you in from behind. whether it was in front of a party of people (like tonight) or just you two, he was always singing like the fate of your year relied on how loud he was in those first few moments of it.

he'd always press his cheek against yours, swinging you both back and forth to a beat only you two could hear. then, after the singing was over, and after you made your wish, he would press a kiss to your temple, wish you a happy birthday once more, and he would be the first person in your life to tell you they loved you in your new age.

so this silence is painfully loud. on top of that, he also doesn’t smile back at you, a faraway look in his eyes as he mindlessly sings. it’s like you’re not even there. it’s like he’s singing to an empty seat in front of a cake that definitely counted as a fire hazard.

things with soonyoung have been weird for the last several weeks. if you were being honest, things have been hard. you, of course, continuously asked what was wrong, and he, of course, denied anything was wrong. but the writing was on the wall: he dodged your calls, rescheduled hangouts over and over until plans just completely fell through, and hardly texted back anymore. it was clear to anyone with a pulse that he was avoiding you.

and when he finally invited you over tonight to blow out your candles, and you walked in, completely surprised to find your friends all gathered to celebrate you, you thought, oh, that's what was wrong. he was just planning to surprise me

you thought the awkwardness and flighty behavior was over. the surprise went well, he kept everything a secret—didn't spoil anything—and you were grateful. but here you two were, looking at each other from across the room like you were strangers. and you weren't strangers. kwon soonyoung is the most important person in your life. he's your best friend. and you're so achingly, painfully in love with him, this distance feels like it's slowly peeling every layer of you away and letting it disintegrate into thin air.

when everyone finishes singing, you clear your throat and try to force the smile back onto your face. you lean forward, careful to keep your hair from catching any of the candles, and you close your eyes to make a wish—the same one you've been making every year for the past decade you've known soonyoung.

i wish for the courage to love soonyoung loudly.

you open your eyes and you blow hard, cheeks burning when the absurd amount of flames won't go out. people giggle, and when you stop to take a huge breath, fanning your face from the effort, seokmin and seungkwan both laugh and lean in to help. the three of you get the job done, and they immediately put you to work cutting your cake while they help plate and distribute.

you lose track of soonyoung while on cake duty, and by the time everyone has a slice, any appetite you had for dessert is completely gone. you sink back into the seat you were in while everyone was singing, and you breathe shakily, trying your best not to cry at your own party.

did you do something? is he just getting tired of you? or can he tell that your feelings extend past friendship? after 10 years, did he finally realize? is this his way of letting you down without having to really do it?

you can't help when your eyes start to well with tears. you notice someone starting to look a little too closely at you from your peripheral—probably joshua, the most observant of your friends—so you abruptly get up, blushing when the chair almost falls over behind you. you go to the only place you know you'll be left alone in this huge apartment. it's the one place soonyoung doesn't let any of his guests go, except for you.

you all but barrel into his bedroom, quickly closing the door behind you and leaning against it. you made it just in time for your tears to start flowing.

soonyoung's room looks different from the last time you saw it. he’s a generally tidy person; of the two of you, you’re the messy one. right now, the state of his room feels like a reflection of your thoughts and feelings: disheveled, chaotic, and messy. he has clothes, both clean and used, strewn all over the place—the bed, the floor, his corner chair. drawers are thrown open, their contents very clearly rummaged through. he has a pile of empty water bottles in the corner, and his nightstand is so littered with random stuff, he has no room to even set a phone down. it astounds you enough that you momentarily stop crying.

you wipe your tears away, frowning at everything that has managed to change in the weeks leading up to your 30th birthday. this was not the way you wanted to start the new decade.

you hear a muffled cough and you're panicked to realize that soonyoung had the same idea you did. he's outside on the balcony attached to his bedroom, leaning up against the railing and looking out into the black night. he hasn't noticed that anyone has entered his room, and you're about to leave when something stops you.

"you're 30 now for god's sake," you mutter. "get a fucking grip."

you're tired of wishing for the same thing every year—wishing for something that isn't even out of your grasp because you could just decide to be brave. and instead of choosing to do that, you spent the last 10 years cowering behind the excuse that you desperately needed soonyoung in your life however he would take you, even if that’s just as his friend.

but if you're losing him now anyway, you might as well lose him for the reason you feared you would for the last decade.

you turn away from where you were about to escape back into the party, and you're joining your best friend outside before you can think twice.

he startles a little, briefly glancing at you, but when he realizes who it is, he simply looks back into the night. it hurts more than just being told to go away—to be ignored like this.

"what are you doing?"

"just needed some air," he answers quietly.

"no," you say, willing your voice to stay steady even though your eyes are already filling with tears again. "what are you doing? why are you ignoring me? why are you avoiding me?" you pause, taking a deep breath. "why are you acting like i'm not your best friend?"

soonyoung lives near the damn top of his pretentiously tall apartment building, and the wind is cold and biting up here, especially with how short your dress is. it doesn't compare to what he says next.

"because you're not." he says it the way he would say that he's having a good day. or that work was tiring. or that he wants to order food delivery. he says it like it's not something that has the power to kill you. “at least, i don’t want you to be.”

"what are you saying?"

you don't hear it, but from the way his shoulders dip, you can tell soonyoung sighs deeply. and it looks so sad and so spent, you have trouble grasping that you could possibly be the cause of whatever this is that's eating at him.

"what are you saying, soonyoung?" you ask more forcefully, unable to keep the tears out of your voice this time. if he was going to end your friendship, he was going to have the balls to say it to your face. you aren't leaving until you're forced to.

he turns away from the railing, pressing his back against it to face you. he slips his hands into his pockets and stares down at the floor. his eyes are just as red-rimmed as you imagine yours are, and you hate—you hate that your first instinct is to ask him what's wrong. to hold him and comfort him when he's the one who's telling you he no longer wants to be friends.

"do you remember your 23rd birthday?" he asks, voice gravely with emotion, as if he’s spent the entirety of the last few weeks crying. your chest hurts. maybe he has.

you turned 23 in the philippines. soonyoung has always had more money than he knew what to do with, and he has always been uncomfortably generous with it—at least when it came to you. and that year, he surprised you with a month-long trip that ended the weekend of your birthday, where you both found yourselves on a beach in siquijor, sharing an alcoholic mango smoothie and a small ube cake that soonyoung had gotten for you.

you knew you loved him long before then, but you remember that birthday being one of your most miserable, solely because it was the best. and it was what you wanted with soonyoung, but you could only have it as his best friend. you had never felt so loved and so lonely at the same time.

"siquijor. what about it?" you ask, a little irritated. if you were going to have your heart stomped on the moment you turned 30, you'd rather he just get on with it.

soonyoung smiles for the first time tonight, but you hate it. it's half-assed, sad—and not just sad, but nostalgic sad—and it's being wasted on the floor.

"do you remember why you cried that morning?"

he uses the term morning loosely. it was 4 a.m., so yes, morning, but also no, not morning because you had both stayed up all night. and unfortunately, he had gotten you several more alcoholic drinks before the bar closed, and you were all but blacked out by 2 a.m. you only know that because your last selfie on your phone was time stamped just before two.

you wouldn't have believed him when he insisted you were conscious that entire time if he hadn't shown you videos of you passionately trying to convince him that in another life, he could've been a k-pop idol.

you hardly believe him now because you don't remember crying at all. and he certainly never told you that you had.

"i..." you don't know what to say.

"you don't," he confirms, sounding bitter. "it's okay. i had a feeling you didn't."

you frown, eyes falling to the spot on the floor you're sure is the same one he's been staring at. you don't realize you're shivering as violently as you are until you see soonyoung's feet step into your line of vision, his jacket slipping across your shoulders.

large hands carefully adjust the jacket around your neck and when they're done, they gently grip the lapel and hang there, dead weight against your sternum. you dare to look up and find that he still refuses to look you in the eye, instead staring at his own hands.

the wind isn't what's making you shake, and the jacket doesn't help it stop.

"you said you were lonely," he informs you quietly. he sounds as choked up as you feel, like you're both battling the same stubborn knot in your throat. "you told me that this was everything you could have ever wanted—that you were so happy and it was the best month of your life. and you told me..." he breathes deeply and sniffles before continuing. you look up and watch his eyes fill with tears. "you told me you just wish you were experiencing it with someone you were in love with instead."

you involuntarily let out a strangled noise, feeling like that knot is suddenly demanding to be let out. “i—what?”

there’s that horrible smile again. “i tried not to let it hurt me,” he admits. “i tried to be a good sport. you were drunk, you were sad about never having had a boyfriend, and i know you weren’t trying to hurt me.”

your stomach turns painfully and you’re glad you didn’t have cake, otherwise it might’ve been regurgitated all over soonyoung by now.

you never had a lack of suitors or options; you just knew it would be impossible to look at anyone else, let alone be in love with them, while you were so preoccupied with your best friend. until now, you still haven’t ever had a boyfriend, still haven’t even had your first kiss, still haven’t felt what it’s like to have someone tell you “i love you” romantically.

soonyoung takes a watery breath, lips trembling, as the first of his tears begin to streak his cheeks. “but it hurt,” he can’t speak above a whisper. “it hurt more than anything i’ve ever felt, y/n.”

your hands close over his, more out of instinct than anything else, and you hold them like it’s the only thing that will keep him from running out of your life. you hate that, among all the warring emotions inside you, you suddenly feel hope blooming over everything. saying that only would’ve hurt soonyoung if he wanted to be the person you were in love with. right?

“soonyoung.” his name comes out of your mouth with sharp, desperate edges around it. “that’s not what i meant. i—”

“it’s okay, i’ve had time to—”

“but if you would just let me ex—”

“there’s nothing to explain,” he says quietly, finally, finally meeting your gaze. “i stayed around, didn’t i?”

the question shuts you up. or maybe it’s the way his eyes are swimming with pain you realized he’s been harboring for much longer than the last few weeks.

“i stayed for seven more years. if i needed you to explain, i would’ve asked the second you woke up sober.”

your hope deflates. the way he says the number of years makes it sound like that’s all it will ever be now. seven years. the last birthday he’ll be sticking around for.

“only seven?” you ask quietly.

you feel his fists tighten around the fabric of his own jacket briefly before his hands slip away from under you, retreating back into his pockets. you feel so cold.

he doesn’t answer, and that feels like an answer in itself. “instead of throwing myself a pity party, i decided i’d wait until your 30th birthday,” he tells you. “i didn’t mind spending all of my 20s pining after my best friend.”

your heart leaps into your throat.

“i didn’t mind waiting seven more years to see if you would ever return my feelings,” he says, voice shakier and shakier as he continues. “my friends, they told me i was insane for letting my 20s go to waste like that. but to me… if i still got to be around you, still give you experiences and love that made you feel like that’s what you deserved from someone you actually were in love with, then… i can’t see the issue in that. i’d happily wait seven more years. because even if it was seven years of the same longing—and even if it was seven years leading to nothing more, it was still seven years of me being able to show you how well i could… how well i could love you. how much i do love you.”

it strikes you then that the way soonyoung looks at you isn’t a way that anybody has ever looked at you. you used to think it was the delusion of being in love with him—that your brain was tricking you into thinking he felt a certain way about you because that would be convenient for you. but standing here, pinned down by his gaze, you have no choice but to accept that it was clearly in front of you this whole time.

“soonie—”

he keeps going like if he lets you speak, he won’t ever be able to muster up the courage to say this again, and you realize you both did waste your 20s. you wasted it being afraid of just telling each other how you felt. the fact that you could’ve had soonyoung the way you’ve always wanted since you were 23 devastates you.

“but i told myself… while you slept in my lap on that beach in siquijor, that if by the time you turned 30, we still hadn’t moved past… this…” he looks away again, opting to stare at something over your head. “then, i wouldn’t spend my 30s torturing myself anymore. i’d let you go.”

“i don’t want you to let me go!” you practically shriek. he flinches at the sudden outburst, his eyes snapping back down to you. “i don’t want you to let me go, you stupid idiot!” you repeat. “if that’s what you’ve been doing the last, few weeks, ‘letting me go’—” you make exaggerated air quotes out of your fingers, clearly agitated. “—then knock it off!”

“wh—” he makes a disgruntled noise as you slap him in the chest.

“what i meant to tell you, it came out wrong. i didn’t even mean to tell you anything, but if drunk me outed me like that, i need you to know that’s not what i meant.”

all the words he kept cutting off tonight tumble out of you quickly and freely now.

“i was lonely. i was really lonely, and yes, it was because i enjoyed that vacation so much and yes, it was because i wished i could have it with someone i was in love with, but i was having it with someone i was in love with!”

his body stiffens and his eyes widen but you don’t stop.

“i just meant i wanted it to mean more for both of us,” you explain desperately. “i wanted to be on vacation with you—but you as my boyfriend! not you as my best friend! there’s no one else i would’ve wanted to be with, soonyoung!”

you feel tears on your skin now, and you try to speak even faster because you know you’re on borrowed time before you devolve into a mess of sobs that won’t let you explain anything.

“do you think i’ve been single our entire friendship for fun?! do you think it’s fun being the 30-year-old virgin who’s never even kissed anyone?! because it’s not!” you screech through tears. you can’t even muster up the energy to be mortified at how horrible you must look right now. “but i didn’t want anyone else! i wanted you! you waited seven years, but i waited ten! TEN, soonyoung! do you—”

his lips are on yours.

your mind is quiet.

the wind isn’t cold.

you taste champagne and salt.

soonyoung holds your face gently, thumb caressing your cheeks while his long fingers slide into your hair. you’ve imagined how he must kiss a million times in your head. every time he licked his lips, puckered them for a photo, pressed them against your temple in what you deluded yourself into thinking was platonic affection—you would imagine exactly this.

soft, plush lips slotted in between yours, moving like you’re the only person they were made for. and even though you didn’t imagine it would be so salty from both of your tears, it’s exactly as perfect as you wanted your first kiss to be—as perfect as you wanted your first kiss with soonyoung to be.

when you get over the shock of it, you rest your hands on his chest, exploring the planes of it. you pause for a moment, enjoying the way you can feel the erratic beat his heart before reaching up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him into an even deeper kiss. it coaxes a sound out of him that convinces you he’s really yours, and he lets go of your face to circle your waist and hold you close.

you don’t know how and you’re not even sure when, but you end up in his bed, every inch of his body deliciously pressing against yours after he walked the two of you inside without ever leaving your lips.

his tongue slips into your mouth, and the moan that escapes you does so without your permission. you feel him twitch against your thigh and you can’t help but giggle into the kiss a little.

he pulls away, mouth pink and swollen. he rests his forehead against yours and smiles.

“what’s so funny, hm?”

it’s the first time in weeks that you’ve really heard his voice—the way you know and love it. light, happy, and, now that you’re equipped with the proper information, in love with you. you hear it loud and clear. you wonder if he hears it too.

“nothing,” you breathe, threading your fingers through the long hair at the nape of his neck until your hand is resting against the buzzed part of his undercut. you scratch his scalp there and he hums in contentment. you smile. “i love you, soonyoung.”

he lifts his forehead to better look at you. his eyes soften impossibly more and he looks like he’s trying to commit every detail of your face and this moment to memory. you realize you’re doing the same.

“i’ve always loved you,” you add, wanting to erase any lingering doubts that your 23rd birthday caused. “from the very start.”

his response is to push himself up and off you so that he’s on his knees, resting between your legs. you prop yourself up on your elbows, frowning from the sudden space. it’s exactly the opposite of what you want, but you know from the look on his face that it doesn’t mean he’s going anywhere or that he’s changed his mind. it confuses you to think that he looked at you this way for most of your friendship and you never thought it meant anything. it means everything.

he clears his throat, looking down briefly before meeting your eyes again. you only notice the bulge in his pants then, and you smile knowing that you felt that react to your moans.

“how far?” he asks, his voice so coated with desire, you shiver. he doesn’t need to elaborate. “i don’t want you to feel rushed or pressured. i just… we wasted so much time, and i—”

“all the way,” you say confidently, letting yourself lay back down and slowly wrapping your legs around his middle, trying not to feel self-conscious as your dress rides up and exposes you. “please.”

soonyoung groans like he’s in pain, hands instinctively resting against your bare thighs, eyes drifting down and unable to move from the wet spot between your legs once he sees it. his hands travel painfully slow toward the apex of your thighs, eyes never leaving you. his hands torturously stop when they reach the top.

several seconds pass with you fighting everything in your body to keep from squirming. if he notices, he doesn’t show it, seemingly too mesmerized by what’s in front of him. his thumbs burrow into the shallow divot where your legs meet your torso, the rest of his fingers kneading the flesh of your thighs, hard enough that you kind of hope they’ll bruise—give you something to remind you this was real. this happened.

he moves just as you’re about to ask him what he’s thinking about.

suddenly, as if he’s giving in to a voice telling him to just take what he wants, soonyoung allows his right hand to close the distance, tracing your skin until it leads his index finger straight to the part of you that needs him the most right now. he looks downright hypnotized as his finger meets your panties at their hollow part, where your hole is. you clench around nothing and you know he can tell when he finally breaks out of his thoughts and smirks. he only presses far enough to brush against the skin of your entrance before cruelly moving on.

he slowly drags his finger up your slit with a little more pressure than he afforded your hole and you sigh into the movement, trying to move further down so you can feel him more. he squeezes your hip to keep you where you are, though, biting down on his lip as he watches you closely. if you weren’t so turned on, you’d be self-conscious under his attention.

then, finally, his finger finds the place you swear it belongs, and he’s pressed against your clit. your panties stick to you uncomfortably but you don’t have the words to properly tell him to take them off, writhing under the pressure of his finger instead.

soonyoung doesn’t move, just watching you breathe and beg incoherently in shallow gasps, and just when you think he’ll finally move his finger—that he’ll finally start giving you what you’ve wanted for so long—he takes his hand back. he laughs a little at your whine of protest, pushing down on your hip with the hand that’s resting there when you uncontrollably buck up into the space his finger just vacated.

"what?" you hiss at him. he laughs even harder, his pretty eyes turning into those narrow crescents you love so much. he crawls over you once more. "why are you laughing?!" you complain, face getting hot. "did i do something embarrassing?"

"'embarrassing'?" soonyoung repeats incredulously. he does nothing less than scoff in your face. "no, baby, your neediness is not 'embarrassing.' it's fucking hot."

your face gets even warmer. whether it's because he's being lewd or because he called you baby, you're not sure.

"shut up," you mutter. he grins down at you.

"gladly."

to your dismay, he doesn’t press himself against you like he did earlier. he hovers, planting a light kiss on your nose, then on your lips, lingering for only a moment before he leans back a little like he's trying to get a good look at your face. he brings his hand up to cradle your face, pushing the wind-tangled hair away from it.

the tiniest of smiles pull at his lips.

“i love you,” he finally returns. “i love you so god damn much, i thought i was going to die having to leave you.”

“you’re not leaving me,” you say firmly. the love you’re feeling for him is so strong, it leaves no room for doubt. you know that as long as you’ll have him, he’ll stay. and as long as he'll have you, you will too.

“i’m not,” he agrees.

he doesn’t say anything else, instead leaning down to capture your lips again. he doesn’t let it last long, though, moving from your mouth, to your jaw, your neck, and your collarbone. you’re a mess of gasps and moans as he kisses his way back up, until his lips are just barely grazing your ear.

“you tell me if you want to stop, okay?” he whispers softly. “and we’ll stop, no questions asked.”

you nod and he nips at your lobe before beginning to kiss his way back down, making you moan again. you don’t know if this is always how it feels like or if you’re just overly sensitive from being a 30-year-old virgin, but everywhere soonyoung touches feels like fire.

“you sound so pretty,” he mutters as he makes his way lower, unabashedly biting and licking wherever he wants as he goes. “exactly like how i imagined you’d sound.” you groan loudly when his lips brush over your nipple through the fabric of your dress. “fuck, even better actually.”

he reaches up and tangles a single finger around the thin strap of your dress, then gently pulls it off your shoulder. he briefly hangs his head in mock agony when he confirms you’re not wearing a bra.

you stifle another giggle, not wanting to keep laughing during something as serious as losing your virginity—to soonyoung, no less.

"what is my life?" he whispers more to himself than anyone else as he lowers his head and shamelessly envelops your bare nipple with his tongue.

the inhale you take at the sensation is sharp, and soonyoung briefly glances up without taking his mouth off of you, one eyebrow quirking as if to ask if you're okay.

you’re more than okay. you feel like your soul is about to float right out of your goddamn body, and the scary thing is he’s barely done anything to you yet. you open your mouth to try and tell him as much, but once your lips part, nothing comes out. you close your eyes, your body arching in response to soonyoung as his swirls his tongue around you, gently nipping every now and then.

“soonyoung,” you gasp.

“fuck.”

“lower,” you beg. “please, god, lower.”

you feel him smile against your chest. “whatever you want,” he whispers.

but he doesn’t leave immediately, instead cupping his hand around your breast and biting into the flesh just above your nipple. your hips jerk up against his torso but he doesn’t let go, sucking for a few seconds before he releases you with a pop.

he grins down at the blooming mark, giving it the gentlest kiss. “pretty.”

soonyoung finally makes his way back down between your legs, but not without releasing the other strap of your dress first. he must find some mercy to spare you because, without making you wait the way he has been all night, he lifts your hips up off the bed, pulls your dress down, and in one smooth move, slips both your dress and your panties off you.

“oh my god!” he groans immediately, squeezing your clothes against his eyes. before you can even wonder if something’s wrong, he says, “i can’t believe this is my life right now, oh my god.”

he brings your clothes down just enough to look at you. his eyes narrow like he’s about to cry and you immediately laugh at the idea of soonyoung crying during sex… because he absolutely would.

“oh my god, i really have you naked in my bed right now, oh my god oh my god oh my god.”

“soonyoung!” you scold him, coming up onto your elbows and bringing your legs together so your thighs squeeze him. “focus! come on, you’re just teasing me now.” you’re fully aware that you’ve never sounded whinier in your life, but you can’t bring yourself to care. “please.”

“okay, okay, i’m so sorry, i’m not trying to tease you, i swear. i just… i’m—just, i—it’s just, like… what?” he asks it so giddily, you can’t help but smile through your frustration. “y’know? like, what the actual fuck?” he babbles, very obviously just starting to process what the hell is happening right now.

you groan, glaring at the ceiling. you’re annoyed at how empty you are right now, but at the same time, you feel your affection for soonyoung growing exponentially. even when he’s about to take your virginity, he can’t help but be so aggressively him. and you love it so much.

“it’s crazy how quickly you go from sex god to loser,” you murmur, unable to stop from grinning when he glowers at you.

“y’know,” he starts, voice considerably lower. you hate how much of an effect it has on you. “my favorite thing about you has always been your patience.” you snort as he carelessly tosses your clothes aside.

“good thing i have a lot of it then,” you retort, eyes catching on his long fingers as they start to undo each button of his shirt.

he hums, narrowing his eyes at you. “right.”

the grin on your face fades fast as he finishes undoing the buttons and shrugs the shirt off. it’s nothing you haven’t seen before; after all, you spent many vacations together in nothing but swimwear the entire time. but as your eyes sweep the dips and curves of his muscles and the way his stomach flexes as he slips off the bed, you realize you’re looking at him in a way you haven’t been able to before.

you’re looking at him like he’s yours.

“wait,” you say suddenly, sitting up all the way and crawling over to the edge of the bed where he’s standing, hands frozen in the middle of removing his belt.

“change your mind? it’s fine if you do,” he assures you quickly, already starting to fasten his belt again.

you rest your hands on his to stop them. “no,” you say, laughing a little. “i’m not going to change my mind, soonie.” he visibly relaxes at the nickname.

you reach up to kiss him, hands going up and into his hair. it’s slow and tender and careful, and you feel like you’re being held with so much care, you suddenly get nervous that you might be the one that ends up crying during sex.

“i love you,” soonyoung whispers between kisses, his arms snaking around your naked waist. “oh my god, i love you, holy shit.”

“don’t start with the loser behavior again, please,” you joke against his lips. you feel him smile. you pull away and sigh, your fingers running across his chest in admiration. “but i love you too.”

he breathes deeply, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. “i’m so happy.”

you smile softly. “me too, soonie.”

you look down and watch your hands travel down his naked torso until they meet his belt. you finish undoing it, not bothering to remove it from the loops and going straight for the button of his jeans. soonyoung’s breath hitches when you pull his zipper down. before you can shove his jeans down, he grabs your face and brings your lips to his roughly, his tongue inside your mouth in seconds. you don’t know whose moans are whose anymore as he kisses you—not like it’s the first time, but like it’s the last.

his lips get clumsy as he starts to remove his pants himself, shoving his boxer briefs down with them. you don’t get much of a chance to ogle him before his lips are on you again and he’s cupping your ass, forcing your legs to wrap around him. you revel in the feeling of him against your stomach—long, hard, and yours.

he kneels onto his bed, carrying you back to where you were laying before and setting you down gently. when you part, you suddenly understand soonyoung’s brief meltdown. because holy shit. soonyoung is in bed with you. naked. and you physically cannot stop looking down at him.

“see something you like?” he asks, his voice teasing. even with how arrogant he sounds, you can’t look away.

“uh… what?”

he laughs then, burying his face in the crook of your neck and effectively cutting off your intense eye contact with his dick.

“soonyoung, put it in me,” you whisper frantically. “hurry up!” you near shriek at him.

he only laughs harder. “i can’t just put it in you.”

“what?!” you push him away just far enough to be able to look at his face. “what do you mean you can’t just put it in me? is this not how sex works? you put that—” you widen your eyes at the monster resting against you. “—in me? like… over and over again?”

“baby, please,” he wheezes with laughter. “you’re making this so unsexy.”

“you made it unsexy first,” you pout. “put it in me, soonyoung!”

he bursts into giggles again. “stop saying that!”

“why?! you keep making me wait!” you complain. “pu—”

his hand clamps over your mouth before you can repeat yourself. “okay,” he says, laughter finally subsiding. “okay. shhh. relax… and i will, alright?” he doesn’t move so you nod. “good girl.”

you make a strangled noise against his hand at the praise and his eyebrows shoot up.

“oh, you like that?” his lips quickly curve into a smirk when your only response is to wriggle under him, hips trying their best to move his dick in the direction you need it to go.

he releases your mouth slowly and when you stay silent, his smirk deepens. he brings his hands to your face, squeezing your cheeks together and kissing your puckered lips before he rests it at the base of your neck, fingers splayed across your throat. you briefly wonder if he’d choke you during your first time if you asked. you quickly wave the idea away because you know he wouldn’t.

“so pretty,” he murmurs again, finger tapping your lower lip. you dip your head to take it into your mouth and he groans. “jesus christ.” you release him and he sighs roughly. “let me know if i do anything you don’t like, okay?”

you nod eagerly, thinking it’s finally time to get what your body has been screaming for. so when he pulls away, you make a noise of protest and watch him in confusion as he moves down your body. it isn’t until he forces your knees apart and lays back down between your legs, breath hot on your skin, that you realize what he’s planning on doing.

“oh,” you whisper pathetically.

soonyoung looks up at you and you swear he looks excited to absolutely demolish you. without breaking eye contact, he unfurls his tongue from his mouth as far as it’ll go, the tip of it just a breath away from touching your clit. you try to move but his grip on your thighs don’t let you. you watch with bated breath as his saliva slides down his tongue, dripping right where you were hoping it would.

it’s so fucking obscene, and the second you feel the warmth of his spit on you, you throw your head back and moan.

“soonie,” you mewl.

“god, i haven’t even done anything and you’re a mess—’s so fucking hot,” he tells you, letting go of one thigh to press his thumb into your clit, massaging his own spit into it. you gasp, bucking into the sensation now that one hip is free from his hold. “patience, baby,” he reminds you.

soonyoung doesn’t give you a chance to talk back because with no warning, his mouth replaces his thumb and it takes everything in you to keep from screaming. he places his hand back on your thigh just in time to keep you from reflexively caging his head in. he holds you down as he devours you, tongue flicking, sweeping, and circling around all the places no one has ever been. you could cry. you think you might already be. you can’t tell anymore.

he begins to massage where he holds you when your thighs start to tremble.

“soonyoung,” you gasp, hand diving into his hair and fisting it without your permission.

he doesn’t mind though, responding with a moan of his own, straight into your cunt. you half-sob at the vibrations of his voice against you. it doesn’t take long before his finger slips into you. then another. multiplying the pleasure tenfold. his tongue never falters as his fingers find and stimulate the small, ribbed spot inside you, pressing and pushing and rubbing to a rhythm that—as always—only you and soonyoung can hear.

“oh my god, soonyoung,” you repeat his name. you don’t know if you’re capable of saying anything else anymore. “soonie.”

“yeah, baby,” he mutters against you, kissing your sex with as much vigor as he was kissing your mouth earlier. “still okay?”

you nod wildly. “yes, yes. god, yes.”

he moans again, eyes flicking up to you as he does. “you sound so pretty, baby. be louder.”

“the…” you sigh as he gently removes his fingers, softly kissing down your slit. “the party…”

“let them hear you,” he mumbles. “let them hear how good i make you feel.”

“but…” you never finish your sentence.

he leaves one last whisper of a kiss before he suddenly takes two fingers, holds you open, and fully presses his face into you, his tongue entering you—stiff, thick, and so, so warm. you unwillingly follow orders, half-shouting and half-groaning his name. your back arches as he presses impossibly further into you, his tongue touching you in ways you only ever dreamed he would.

“soonyoung… soonyoung!” you call him, grip in his hair tightening. “i’m going to… i’m…”

“go ahead, baby,” he encourages you. “god, go ahead,” he practically begs before his tongue dives back into you.

his thumb finds your clit once more, working it harder and faster as he slips in and out of you, the sounds of him feasting on you so vulgar, you could listen to it forever. your body starts to inadvertently grind on his face the closer you get.

“soonyoung, i’m… i’m going… i’m…” you stammer, trying to pull him up by the hair. “stop, stop, i’m going to cum on your face.”

soonyoung frowns, thumb never stopping as he takes his tongue back. “that’s the point baby. i want you to cum on my face.” his eyes roll back at the thought, and he moans before seeming to shake the thoughts out of his head. “god, you better cum on my face.”

“but—”

“cum on my fucking face, y/n.”

that shuts you up and all you can do is nod quickly, allowing him to get back to what he was doing. it doesn’t take long after that. it hits you like a wall, slamming into every part of your body at once, reverberating to every corner of you over and over again. and because soonyoung is a demon and he doesn’t stop, the echoes of your orgasm ripple through you mercilessly until just mere moments later, you’re having another one.

and if the way soonyoung smirks into you is any indication, you know he’s aware of exactly what he just did to you. it could have been seconds or it could have been hours when you feel soonyoung’s arms wrapping around your middle, torso pressing into yours as he kisses your neck and makes his way up until his lips are on yours again.

you taste yourself on him and you think it should be gross, but it just makes you even wetter knowing that he took that part of you for himself—that he drank you up and he loved it.

“soonie,” you whisper, breath still coming in ragged gasps. he pushes your hair off your forehead as he looks down at you.

“mmm?” he hums, still kissing you wherever he can reach, but always coming back to your lips.

“i want to be yours,” you say. you’re not even sure that’s what you meant to say. you’re actually 90% sure you wanted to demand he put it in you again, but that’s what comes out. it’s still true—maybe even truer—so you repeat it: “i want to be yours so bad.”

soonyoung looks at you with so much love, you feel your eyes burning. he doesn’t point out your tears, simply pressing his finger against each one that escapes your eyes. he leans in, presses his cheek against yours, and he whispers: “then i'll make you mine.”

he presses against your entrance then, and you gasp.

“shhh,” he soothes you. “try to relax, okay?”

he props himself on one elbow, other hand coming to your hip and rubbing gentle circles into the skin there. his touch is comforting and grounding, and you feel your muscles relaxing even as he starts to push into you. your hand comes up to his shoulder, grasping tightly as the stretch starts to burn more and more. you squeeze your eyes shut, head turning to the side as you try to focus on relaxing enough to let soonyoung bottom out.

“slow, slow,” you breathe, even though he’s already barely moving as it is.

he plants a kiss on your temple, murmuring apologies against your skin. “i’m sorry, baby. do you feel okay?”

you nod, eyes still closed. he pauses for a minute or so, settling for peppering kisses all over you. his patience and love help—they’re everything. you adjust and that desire to be completely full comes back to you and you nod quickly at him.

“keep going, soonie.” you’re too eager to be full of him to be embarrassed at how needy you sound. he smiles, coming off his elbow to lay back on you.

you’re not sure if the kissing is a distraction, but it works. you’re so preoccupied with the things his tongue is doing with yours that by the time he’s fully sheathed inside you, it doesn’t burn anymore.

“oh my god,” he breathes, pressing his forehead against you and closing his eyes like he’s trying to concentrate. “oh shit.” he breathes deeply and evenly. “you won’t change your mind about me if i cum too fast, will you?”

you laugh but that’s a mistake because it causes you to clench a little, and soonyoung immediately groans, hand going to your shoulder and squeezing to get you to stop.

“don’t, don’t!” he says quickly. “don’t squeeze, baby.”

“sorry,” you whisper, trying not to giggle. you give him a few moments to collect himself, just like he did with you. “no, by the way,” you say. he opens his eyes and looks at you. “i won’t change my mind. it’s been 10 years. nothing will change my mind.”

the words do something to him—seem to inject some resolve into his bloodstream—because without saying anything, soonyoung starts moving. your lips part at the foreign feeling of his cock dragging against your walls. his every dip and ridge fits to your every ridge and dip, and you don’t need any more evidence to know that soonyoung was made specifically for you.

“oh fuck,” he groans, burying his face in your neck and kissing the skin there. “you feel so good—so fucking good,” he says, his breath hot and heavy in your ear. “your cunt is perfect.”

you let your eyes flutter closed as a mouthwatering mixture of pain and pleasure start to pool together in your lower abdomen. you don’t know when you start, but as he continues thrusting in and out of you, the deepness of his thrusts gradually increasing, you can’t stop moaning, gasping, chanting his name. it becomes a prayer to you.

soonyoung. soonyoung. soonyoung.

no, not a prayer. a wish coming true—all 10 of the birthday wishes you spent on him coming true. you were finally loving soonyoung loudly.

“y/n,” he pants, sweat dripping onto you. “oh my god.”

“soonyoung,” you answer, moans sandwiching his name.

and just when you think his thrusts are as deep as they can go—pulling all the way out before slamming right back into you—he pushes off of you, holding himself up with one arm and holding the headboard above the both of you for leverage. and somehow, he gets impossibly deeper, impossibly rougher, impossibly better, coaxing all kinds of screams and noises from you.

“oh my god, look at you,” he mumbles, eyes darting between your chest, your lips, and the place where he keeps disappearing inside you. “so—fucking—perfect.” his cock slams roughly into you with each word, easily aggravating all your pleasure points.

“‘m not gonna last long,” you breathe. “soonie… ‘m not—”

you cut yourself off with your own cry when his hips start to drive into you at an unforgivable pace. tears leak from the corners of your eyes, leaving hot streaks as you try to remember how good this moment feels—how fucking good soonyoung feels. how perfectly soonyoung fills you up.

“i’m not either, baby,” he says. he starts grinding his pelvis down on your clit roughly, making you grab his forearm in a weak attempt to ride out the overwhelming and overstimulating feeling of an orgasm building up inside you mercilessly.

he lowers himself again, closing the distance between you two and pressing his lips to yours. “i love you,” he says. “i love you so fucking much.”

“i—” you gasp as his pelvis presses down on you ruthlessly. “i love—oh my god, soonyoung,” you groan.

“do you feel like you’re mine yet?” he asks, voice raspy, hips ramming into you so hard, there’s no way you won’t be bruised tomorrow.

you nod frantically. “yes, god, yes. yes!” you shriek the last one as your orgasm approaches its summit. “yes!”

“say it,” he grunts, eyes boring into yours.

“i’m yours,” you pant. “soonie,” you whimper, eyes shutting on their own accord. “i’m yours, soonyoung.”

“i never want to hear another name come out of your mouth ever again,” he tells you, the statement followed by a string of colorful curses as his hips begin stuttering uncontrollably. you know he’s holding off as best he can for you. “you’re mine.” he moans loudly. “and i’m yours.”

“m-mine… soonyoung…” you open your eyes to find him still watching you intently. “soonyoung! i’m coming! i’m—” you grasp him as hard as humanly possible, your third orgasm of the night ripping through you.

for a few moments, soonyoung continues to thrust into you, trying to help you through your orgasm, but he doesn’t last, quickly pulling out and coming all over you, cords of white coloring your stomach, chest, even your face. you gasp, bits of it landing in your mouth. you lick the corners of your lips as you come down from your high, smiling a little when you finally get to taste soonyoung.

“holy shit…” he huffs, sitting back on his heels and throwing his head back. you try not to gawk at how beautiful he looks on his knees like this, his still semi-hard cock covered in your pleasure.

“c’mere.” speaking suddenly feels like such a chore as you realize how sleepy you are.

soonyoung half obeys, leaning forward to kiss you quickly before getting out of bed and ignoring all your protests over it. he returns from his restroom with a towel, gently wiping you both clean, even leaving kisses as he goes. it’s like he’s making up for his seven years.

“how do you feel?” he asks when he slips back into bed, pulling the covers over the both of you.

“like i’m in love,” you say, eyes closing as you curl into his chest. he laughs as he wraps his arms around you. “it was perfect. thank you, soonie.”

he kisses the top of your head. “i’m sorry about how weird i’ve been acting these last few weeks… and i’m sorry for thinking i could just… end our friendship like that.”

you open your eyes and crane your neck to look at him. “i wouldn’t have let you,” you inform him. he grins. “and i didn’t.”

“you didn’t,” he agrees. you hum. “i love you.”

“wait… do you love me?!” you ask jokingly after hearing it at least a dozen times tonight.

he rolls his eyes. “good to know our dynamic is going to be fine.”

you giggle. “i love you more.”

“whoa, fighting words.”

“ten years, soonyoung.”

“it was ten years for me too!” he protests.

you frown.

“i gave myself seven years before i forced myself to move on,” he reminds you. “i loved you long before that, you fool.”

you glare but your heart swells. you hug him even tighter. “so… what are we?’

“are you fucking kidding me?”

you laugh, burying your face in his bare chest. “yeah, i am. i’m joking.”

he pinches your side. “good. it would’ve been awkward to have to inform you you’re my wife now.”

you shriek-laugh and you know it’s infectious from the way he bursts into laughter at your reaction too. you spend the rest of the night like that, talking about the moments you knew you were in love, joking around, and planning your new decade and your new life, your birthday party long forgotten.

just before you both drift off to sleep, you exchange your last i-love-yous of the night.

“good night, love of mine,” he whispers.

“mine,” you repeat, smiling. “yours.”

you know your 30s are going to be the best years of your life.

#svthub #soonyoung x reader #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #soonyoung x you #hoshi x you #hoshi x reader #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen fic #svt fic #joshujin fic #bbchoco requests

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fligniuz · 2 days ago

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hi here’s the drabble i wrote for luigi’s birthday this one goes out to my insecure artists who like making things for people but doubt the value of their work💪😳

sfw

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Luigi is home.

Luigi is home, and he is one year older—although he certainly doesn’t look it. If anything, he’s more youthful than before. He is home from work, and you are holding his gift in your warm palms, and it’s nothing, nothing at all. Just a stupid knick knack you made.

But it’s all you have to give.

“Baaaabyyyyy,” he chimes from the foyer.

It’s better than nothing at all.

You emerge from your shared bedroom, the gift cupped in your hand and hidden behind your back. Luigi smiles wide when he sees you, transferring what looks to be a boxed cake to the granite kitchen counter as you approach.

“There you are!” he exclaims. “Look at what everybody at the office got for—what do you have behind your back?”

Well, shit. You hoped this could have been a bit more ceremonial; you already wished him a happy birthday this morning, so to give him your gift now feels a bit like a strange choice. Whatever. Better late than never.

“Um,” you start, “I didn’t have much to splurge on you—”

“Oh, baby, please,” he sighs, grimacing. “You really didn’t have to get me anything. I told you just getting to spend the day with you is enough!”

You shake your head. “No, that’s the problem. I didn’t get you anything. I—I really wanted to, and you know I would have if I—”

“Stop it!” he interjects, not at all angry. “You’re perfect and I love you.”

“—but I still wanted you to have a present from me, so…Um…Imadeyousomething.”

The words hardly come out as a sentence. You’re surprised your gift hasn’t melted in the sweat practically dripping off your hands.

“You made me something?” Luigi repeats.

You nod.

“Well, let me see, baby!”

Carefully, you take a deep breath and pull your hand away from your back, bringing it forth and unfolding your fingers to slowly reveal what’s hiding in your clammy palm.

Your gift. A handmade sculpture, depicting a mushroom-like creature with sharp feet and a bulbous tail, carefully painted pale green and hints of pink. It is small—small enough to fit snugly beneath your clasped fingers. Days of work, spilled into one tiny creation that you hold in your hand.

His smile is almost immediate, spreading to his ears as he reaches forward to hold your gift in his own hands. When you pass it to him he looks closer, examining its detail with cute squinty eyes and pursed lips. He is exceptionally cautious.

“You made this for me?” he asks, seemingly in disbelief. “Like, with your own hands, you made me my own little Breloom?”

“I thought maybe you could keep him on your desk, or something,” you blurt, as if to explain yourself. “Do you like him?”

“Baby…”

Luigi waddles over to the counter and ever so gently sets down your art on its mini pointy feet—and then he turns back toward you and engulfs you in a tight hug, squeezing you so hard it almost sucks the air from your lungs.

“I love you. I love you so much,” he whispers into your hair. “Thank you. I’m gonna keep it forever.”

You sigh in relief.

Before he pulls away he kisses you on the cheek.

“How long did that take you?” he asks.

You shake off the question. “It was worth every second.”

“I love it,” he says. “Thank you so much, il mio tesoro. You’ve made my year already.”

Shrugging, you smile slightly.

Luigi pinches your cheek. “Breloom can be a ‘she’ too, by the way. All Pokémon can.”

“You sound so woke right now,” you quip.

He pulls you closer to him by your waist, this time kissing your lips.

“Whatever you say,” he murmurs. “Are you gonna eat this cake with me, or what?”

il mio tesoro = “ my treasure”

#luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione imagine #luigi mangione fanfiction #luigi mangione fic #flig’s work

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peachigummi · 2 days ago

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bite 𓆚 tom riddle. p2.

summary: [read part 1 here!] after you almost break up with tom, you decide to give him another chance (and thank god you did too). you force him into communication because that's how a healthy normal couple should come together, right? tom concedes, letting you take the lead, but only for a bit. old habits die hard. he also has a surprise in store, though it’s more for him, than you.

pairing: tom (if you squint, he's rather sensitive! and insecure!) x fem! slytherin! reader

warnings: 18+, more fluff rather than angst, soft-boiled sex? (LOL, like not too soft, not to hard),

BUT before I lose you freaks: eye contact!, sum praise, begging, mating press *blush* (piv, unprotected), creampie, reassurance!!, nipple play, biting, blood magic/play/consumption? (😵‍💫). saying ily for the first time, with some after care :)

note: uhhh enjoy?

word count: 10,527 (so excuse me why it took so long >.<)

(trust i will never perfectly proofread my work at this point)

reblog, like & comment if you'd like tom to claim you!

~ @amongstthehollows , @blxuqueenie , @queenanababy , @lovellies , @urmom101 , @lolalleins

There was a soft rapt on the door. You slowly pry your eyes open, they still felt so incredibly heavy. Swollen. Crusted over. You couldn’t remember falling asleep, you must have tired yourself out from crying. You felt drained.

“Y/N?”

You recognized the voice to be Astoria’s. There was another tap.

“I know you’re in there…” she said softly again. You got up off the bed, your body cracking in all sorts of places. You slowly pull the door open, Astoria peeked her head through. You saw how her eyes widened as she took in your red-rimmed eyes and your tear stained cheeks. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

“We didn’t see you last night…or this morning…” she hesitated, “or lunch.” She gently sat down on the edge of your bed, her expression was one of concern as she turned to face you.

Your eyebrows furrowed, it didn’t feel that long. Though you couldn't decide if it was too long of a time passage, or too little since you fled from Tom. You walked to your window, peeling back the curtains, the sun was starting to make its descent.

“We asked Tom where you were, but he couldn’t really speak. It was like he was recovering from something. Just kept whispering ‘room’.” Astoria explained. “It's strange behavior from both of you. I can tell something is off.”

You nodded. Of course he didn’t tell him that we had an argument, Tom would never admit that to others.

“I also know that you don’t usually seek out people, but if you do need someone to talk to, you know I’m here.” She continued.

“I know you are.” You turned away from the window to smile at her. It was Tom that you needed to talk to, but you already reached out to him. You wanted him to come to you.

“It would mean a lot to us if you came down and ate.” She stood up, and reached out to touch your hand. You opened your mouth to protest, but she interrupted, “not in the dining hall. We all pitched in to have a house potluck. We got tired of the school’s food.” She laughed lightly.

“Okay fine, you’ve got me interested.” Your stomach growled at the thought of food.

Astoria grinned when she saw you soften, she gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting it go. She opened the door, the warm, inviting smell of food drifting into the room. Your stomach let out another grumble.

You took a step back, “I should freshen up first.” You quickly began to run your fingers through your hair.

“You look fine, really. No one is dressed up.” She did reach out to hover her hands above your eyes, she whispered something and you immediately felt a cool relief in the area. She pulled back.

“What was that?” You ask, blinking. Refreshed.

“I’ve been working on cosmetic magic.” She smiled, “I usually do that to help with swelling.”

You felt yourself blush, “thank you.” Your eyes must have been really affecting your overall appearance. You found yourself glad that Astoria didn’t try prying into why you had been crying.

Astoria gently pushed you toward the door, leading you down the hallway and down the stairs. As you got closer to the common room, the sound of chatter and laughter grew louder. The smell of food became even more irresistible.

A few people noticed as you came down with Astoria, you waved at them. Leading you to a long table with a variety of foods, Astoria grabbed a plate for you. You glanced back briefly, your housemates were sitting around in a circle playing some game. You felt a heavy stare, your head ached. You flinched away from the feeling, shaking your head as if it would help. Tom. You told him time and time again to not attempt to get in your head. It was an invasion. He had eventually respected it, but apparently not now.

“You need to try these sliders…” Astoria grabbed your attention again, “and these fruits here are so ripe.”

Tom sat across the room, a ways outside of the immediate circle of students, his eyes locked on you. He had been watching you since you turned the corner down to the common room. Seeing you interact so warmly with another person made his heart clench, a mixture of pain and jealousy. Astoria was just taking care of you, so why was he so irritated by it?

“Astoria..I know I missed a couple of meals but-” Now you began to protest, flinching again when you felt another sharp pain of Tom trying to use Legilimency.

“Oh stop it, we have to nourish your body. Don’t ever skip out like that again. It’s bad for you.” She kept filling the plate.

“Okay Tori, it’s really enough…really. I can always refill if need be.” You say holding her wrist back as she tried to grab another item.

She looked at you trying to gauge your honesty. Then conceded, “okay fine..at least try those puff pastries at the end over there, they’re to die for.”

You nod as she gracefully hopped around people until she reached the spot next to Draco. Draco shifted as Astoria took the seat. He put his arm around her, and kissed her temple, all while looking at you. His eyes shifted to Tom, then back to Astoria.

Taking a seat on a couch near the back of the group, you look over at the center of the room. Blaise and Theodore were at the center, wearing blindfolds. Giggling like idiots as they tried to guess what they were feeling inside a box. You look down at your plate of food. You could also feel as Tom tried to read your expression, again. It was starting to irritate you. You continued to try and push him out.

You took a deep breath, taking a stab at a potato, putting it in your mouth. It was delicious and soft. You dared to look at Tom, blankly. Almost daring him to do something else but stare.

Tom smirked as you looked up at him, defiance written all over your face. He was taken back for a sheer moment, not expecting you to want to look at him, especially so directly. His jaw clenched, mind racing with the things he wanted to do, needed to do. Things that he should say. He thought about it all night and all day after your last meeting. Tom was also keenly aware that anyone could see him if he decided to act out on it. He couldn’t risk revealing his dark, possessive side of himself. He needed to wait and pull you aside in order to gather his thoughts and tell them to you.

You rolled your eyes, subtly shifting over on the couch. You rest your hand on the seat directly next to you, tapping on it with a single finger. You lift your hand back up to stab through a piece of meat, putting it in your mouth, looking away.

Tom recognized the invitation in your gesture, his heart began to pound in his chest. He was torn between his need to protect his reputation and the temptation of being next to you. Being able to touch you was too strong to ignore. He got up from his spot, slowly making his way towards the couch you sat on.

You watch as Tom got up, disappearing into your blind spot. Then a few seconds later you felt his presence directly behind you. You carefully chew, placing the fork in front of your mouth as if you were getting ready for another bite. “Kind of rude for you to just stand there when I invited you to sit.” You say, now taking the bite off your fork.

Tom’s lips twitched again as he heard your words. You were always so demanding at times, so forward. It both annoyed and intrigued him. He leaned over the couch, his breath warm against the nape of your neck as he whispered in a low voice. “I was just observing. Taking time to enjoy the view from back here.”

His warm breath, the smell of his cologne. It almost made you twist with delight, but you held your own. “The back of my head?” You look down at your plate deciding what to eat next. Astoria had a good selection. Everything was delicious.

Your comment only made him lean forward some more, his chest brushing against your back. “I was looking at your neck, the way your hair falls over your shoulders.” He could barely resist the urge to reach out and touch you, wrap his arm around your neck and pull you against his chest. “It’s quite beautiful.”

“You flirt.” You almost sigh at his subtle touch, “nice to know you have your voice back from that creation we made.” You point out. There was an eruption in the center of the room as Theo began cursing in Italian about who put a damn spider in the box to guess.

Tom chuckled softly, his breath sending goosebumps down your spine. “Yes, I do have my voice back, and I plan to use it to my advantage.” He slowly rested a hand behind your shoulder, gripping the back of the couch. His knuckles are just barely touching you. He was even so bold to reach out and rest a single finger on said shoulder. How scandalous!

“And I doubt you’ll actually talk face to face with me in public.” You try to take the irritation out of your voice. Thinking about how he couldn’t even touch you even when you were near damn ready to break things off with him the other evening.

His frown returned upon hearing the edge in your voice. You were right, he couldn’t fight that. Hiding his feelings from everyone came as easy as breathing to him. But he had to change that if he were to keep you. “I have my reasons.” He ventured out to actually put his whole hand on your shoulder, tightening it, as if to keep you in place. He was afraid you would walk off again. “But this is between us two. No one else. So no sense in talking about it in public. Want me to make a speech out of it and include everyone?” It was his nature to come off snarky. He shook his head regretting having said it like that.

You shrugged his hand off your shoulder, despite how much you needed his touch. “Sit, Riddle.” You watch as the next pair of housemates were being blindfolded to guess, it was Pansy and Enzo.

Tom…was beginning to like how assertive you were being. He hesitated, but ultimately obeyed. Taking the seat next to you, your weight shifted toward him causing your legs to touch. You didn’t dare move it, you wondered if he would. You slightly turn your head to look at him, casually. Tom looked down at you, his eyes dark, mixed with a desire and uncertainty.

“Did I give you enough time to think and brew up any excuses?” You say sarcastically. You actually couldn’t believe you nearly slept through a whole day after your last interaction.

He sighed, he actually sighed! Tom ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “You have.”

“Really? Spill.” You stab another piece of meat, offering it to him. Seeing if he would have the courage to bite into it, to try and let you feed him with his peers around. You could see Tom’s eyes flicker down to your fork before looking back into your eyes. He saw through your challenge to push him to show some form of affection in public.

With another sigh and hesitation, even with his pride flaring up, trying desperately to hold his ground. He ends up leaning forward slightly, opening his mouth to take the bite you offered to him. His desire to be close to you ultimately won. Tom chews very slowly, his eyes flicking around the room. He just had to quickly reassure himself that no one cared to notice what was going on between you two.

You fought back a smile. “Waaaow.” You remark in surprise, watching him lean away from you to swallow. “You must have really been thinking about stuff.” You knew if Tom hadn’t been trying to improve himself, he would have probably smacked the fork away from your grasp.

Tom licked the bottom of his lip, instinctively his thumb went to wipe the corner of his mouth as if he had some sort of crumb. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” His cheeks were actually showing a bit of pink. He couldn’t control how his body reacted from something so mundane as letting someone else feed him, especially in a room full of people. To a regular person, Tom still had a poker face. But to a trained eye like you, you noticed it right away.

You nod, “maybe a little too much.” It was the most you’ve gotten him to do in the months you’ve been together. “So…do share. What has been going on in that mind of yours?” You nudge him with your elbow. Bringing him back to the issue at hand.

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny that your persistence was starting to wear him down. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Tom looked at you, his gaze softening slightly.

“I did all the talking when you were mute. It took a toll on me. So I'm going to really need you to spill your own heart out.” You explain as you shake your head.

“Fine. But this really is not a conversation I’d like to have here.” His chin rose up pointing to the group.

You look down at your near empty plate, “help me with this and you can take me elsewhere then.”

Tom, did feel the now familiar pang of guilt at the mention of your exhaustion. The weight of your words. So he didn’t fight that request. He took the plate from you, “Fine. Once I finish this, I get to choose the place.”

“All yours Riddle.” You nod. There was another explosion of laughter from the room, but he had all your attention. Waiting for him to finish the food. It made you feel better that he was being fed too. Even if it was basically forced.

When he finally got around to it, Tom set the plate on the small table near the couch. He stood up, offering you his hand. “Come on.”

You had to bite back your smile when you saw his hand out. No way in hell were you going to pass up this opportunity. You took it, his touch cold as ever, despite how warm the room was from the everlasting fire. Why he always ran cold was beyond you. It was actually quite concerning sometimes.

With your hand clutched tightly between Tom’s, he led you out of the common room, past the group of rowdy students, and into a quieter hall then down another. He came to a stop at an empty window nook, tugging you into the secluded area. The refracted moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft blue-green glow on both your faces as he turned his body toward you. His face glazed with something unreadable.

“Is this where you usually come to think?” You ask looking out of the window at the dark shadows. Since the Slytherin dormitory was halfway into the Black Lake, this part was truly submerged in the water.

Tom nodded in response, he followed your gaze. The underwater plants gently swayed with the current of the water. Creating an oddly soothing atmosphere, as if it was just for you two. He shifted closer to you, his body almost touching yours once more. His voice was low and quiet as he began to speak, “Yes. It’s peaceful down here.”

“I like it.” You try to study him. “I can really picture you here.”

“Can you?” He liked the idea of you imagining him when you were alone. Tom hoped that version of himself that you conjured up in your mind, was much kinder to you than he actually was.

You try to refrain from sighing, “Don’t try to change the subject, we came here to talk.” You remind him.

“So we’ll talk.” He ran a hand through his hair, trying to already keep his frustration at bay or from even daring to come out. “But I would hate to say something you wouldn’t like to hear.”

You just stare at him. It couldn’t be as bad as you breaking up with him…unless he came to the decision that agreed with that notion. But Tom’s sudden flirting and closeness indicated otherwise.

With a deep breath, he took a moment to steel himself for the conversation. For the talk about…these so-called stupid feelings he had to address. He knew he had to be honest with you, even if it meant putting a larger gap in this newly fragile relationship you shared. “Alright. Firstly, I owe you an apology.” He looks at you with regret.

“About?” You prod.

He hesitates, his eyes flickering back to the shadows in the window. “About…pushing you away. About not allowing myself to be close to you in public. About hiding my feelings and pretending that I don’t care.”

You reach out and put a finger under Tom’s chin so he could turn back to look at you. “Tommy…I don’t want you to think it’s bad to be private. I admire that…I do. But I just…it wouldn’t hurt to know…that you aren’t ashamed of me in public. Or to know that you really do like me.”

Tom’s eyes widened at your touch, god he so desperately wanted to defend his actions, to explain why he preferred to keep private. The look in your eyes made him think twice, he took another deep breath. His voice was low and sincere, “I do like you…so much more than it seems. More than anything. And I don't want to hide it..but..” He trailed off, unable to find the right words to explain his conflicted feelings.

“But?” You ask, letting go of his chin. You let your hands fall onto his lap, fiddling with the end of this sweater. It was oddly comforting to Tom. “Let’s meet in the middle…tell me.”

Sighing, he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to find some words to explain. He couldn’t keep hiding behind excuses and half-truths. “It’s complicated.” He finally lets out, voice strained. Uncertain.

“I’ve got time.” You look between his dark eyes. You’ve never seen him so conflicted. Tom was always so sure of what he did and wanted to do. You could tell he was actually trying to see how you might react and feel. To be conscious of your needs.

“I’ve never done this before.” He cleared his throat. “Openly liking someone, having feelings…being…vulnerable. I’ve always been closed off, keeping everyone more than arm’s length away. It’s easier that way.”

“Tom…You’re like one of the greatest wizards out there and you’re so young too. So much more to learn and do which is insane to think about.” You pause, “liking someone won't and doesn’t make you weak. Being alone and stony only makes things hard.”

Tom listened to the truth in your words. You were right, he was being stubborn and foolish, but he couldn’t help the fear that gripped him at the thought of opening up fully. “I know. I just…don't want to lose control. I don’t want to depend on anyone. I don’t want to let my emotions rule me.”

“Balance. It’s about balance. Too much of something is never good.” You shift to grip onto one of his hands that was actually beginning to grow so pale with his death clench he had. You make his fingers sprawl out, releasing the tension. “You can still be in control and have balance.

His heart raced as you touched him. The feeling of your hand on his, sent a shiver down his spine. “Balance, huh?” A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lip. “You make it sound so easy.” Tom let out a tsk.

“It’s not, god I wish it was. It’s a lot of work to find balance. But I want us to try that. Baby steps.” You bring his hand up to your face, leaning into his palm. “Tommy…I want to try with you, please try with me.”

His breathing stalled at the action. At your plea. He felt some defense of his crumbling, his guarded demeanor almost at once deteriorating. Just for you. The tenderness in your eyes, your own vulnerability showing to him. “I’ll try.” He rubbed his thumb over your soft, plump cheek. “For you.”

“Please.” You felt your sight begin to blur. You drop hold of his hand so you could lean in and cup his face with both your hands. Without hesitation you press your lips against his, slowly kissing him. Tom’s own eyes fell shut, the feeling of your hands on him sent a rare wave of warmth through him. He brought his own hands up to your hips, holding you tightly as he returned the kiss. Pouring all of his pent-up emotions into it.

Tom was the one to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours as he tried to convey all the things he still couldn’t say. Things he was too afraid of coming to terms with. He nearly felt like praying to some almighty being that this would be enough, even just for now, to keep you.

He pulled you closer to him, his hands sliding up your back. Leaning you onto him. He savored the taste and feel of you in his arms. You’ve kissed before, but this was different. Much different. It was driving him to the brink of insanity. Tom wanted more, needed more. It took all of his self-control to keep from taking it further in that moment. He couldn’t stop thinking about how your body fit against his.

There was a thud of a door down the corridor. Almost like you both were electrocuted, you parted away from each other. Settling in the opposite ends of the window nook. No part of either of you touching. You both were even looking in different directions. You looked out of the window, while Tom looked at the person who began to walk down the corridor to the other end of the hall.

Tom took a deep slow inhalation, trying to steady his racing heart and calm his jagged breathing. He could feel the heat lingering on his lips, your taste still fresh. He shifted in his seat, too easily he appeared nonchalant and unaffected by the moment that had just passed. He even gave a brief nod to the student that passed.

There was another slam of a door, the footsteps subsided. You looked at Tom and smiled, holding back a laugh. You bit on your thumbnail. Once again, since you were familiar with his mannerisms, he still looked quite flustered. Tom shot you a sideways glance, noticing the amused look on your face.

He cleared his throat. “What’s so funny?” He asked, even though he had a pretty good idea of the reason for your amusement.

“Can you tell me one thing, Riddle?” You ask, smiling at him. You turn your body back towards him.

With a raised eyebrow, and a smirk forming despite his efforts to keep a straight face. “One thing?” He repeated, folding his arms across his chest. “Depends on what you’re asking, sweetheart.”

Your heart fluttered at the pet name, he hardly ever used any. It was always just your name. “Can you wish me a belated happy birthday…?” You ask oh-so sweetly, batting your lashes at him, crossing your own arms. The reason why this whole thing happened.

Tom rolled his eyes, but rather playfully, at your request. Pretending to be annoyed by your sweet demeanour. “You’re still hung up on that? It’s just a birthday. Not the end of the world or anything.”

“But it means the world to me…coming from you.”

He looked at you, your expression held. He softened again, “fine, fine. Happy birthday, darling.”

You smile, “thank you, Tommy. I’ll take it.” You stand up out of the nook, offering your hand to him this time.

Tom lets you pull him up. He dusted off his sweater, a small smile playing on his lips. “You’re insanely stubborn, you know that right?” But he didn’t really have any bite to his words. He rather admired how determined you were to hear that from him. He stepped closer to you, his hand still holding yours.

“I like getting my way.” You give him a playful scowl, squeezing his hand. “But I also don’t like liars. And you lied about having a surprise for me.”

Rolling his eyes, “It wasn’t a lie, per se. Just…a delay in the plan.” He couldn’t keep the hint of defensiveness out of his voice. He knew he had screwed up, but it was hard to admit it outright. “I had something planned, I just…” He trailed off, suddenly looking embarrassed.

“Yaddayadda…” I start tugging him down the hall, “just don’t make an empty promise again. Especially not with me.”

“I know..I know..” He huffed, following your lead. He would admit he kind of liked the way you were taking control. He couldn’t help but look down at your perky ass as you led him. Tom couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at him.

You pushed open the door out of the hallway, there were still a good amount of people in the common room. You felt Tom’s hand twitch in yours. You couldn’t blame him for still feeling uncomfortable with showing public affection, it was much too soon to be expecting that. So you let go of his hand.

With that, Tom couldn’t help but feel immediate relief, but maybe also a mix of disappointment. He quickly shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to appear as if he had just taken a leisurely stroll with you. Tom scanned the room, his expression betrayed nothing.

You both climbed up the stairs, at the top you ask, “let’s call it a night…mine or yours?” You run your fingers on the railing waiting for his response.

“Mm..” he mused, leaning against the railing. “Mine.”

With a quick nod, you already start walking toward his side of the dormitory. Once you passed a corner out of view from those below in the common room. You turned around and grabbed Tom’s hand again, “C’mon you’re so slow..” You whine and tug on him.

Tom chuckled at your impatience, allowing himself to be pulled along. He laced his fingers through yours as you took hold of his hand, savoring the feel of your touch. He quickened his pace to walk beside you, “Eager?”

“I’m not that clingy, but two and a half days without you sucks!” You say waiting outside of his door, waiting for him to unlock it with his touch.

“Is that right? You missed me?” Tom once again felt a warmth spread through his body at the thought. It was still a foreign feeling, but not an unwelcome one. He took a step closer to you, his body just millimeters away, he raised his hand towards the door handle. Hearing it click unlocked, he gently pushed the door open.

“Nagini!! I’m heeerrree!” You playfully sing out, giving Tom a teasing look, as if you had been talking about her and not him. He rolled his eyes, knowing you were messing with him.

“Yeah sure, of course you miss the snake more than me. Why am I not surprised?”

You go up to Nagini’s tank, she already began to go up, pushing against the lid wanting to come out.

“Has our Tommy been feeding you and letting you bask in the natural sunlight?” You coo. You take the lid off, offering your hand for her to climb onto. Tom leaned against the wall, watching you with amusement and affection. There was something oddly domestic about the sight of you loving on his snake. He raised an eyebrow as you asked about Nagini’s well being.

“Of course I’ve been feeding her and letting her out. What do you think I am? A bad owner?”

“I wasn’t asking you.” You say to Tom, shooting him a look that still feigned on playfulness. You look back at the little snake, “has he?” She slithered further up your arm. You look at the small swell of her belly.

He ignores your comment. “She seems pretty content and healthy to me.” He responds either way, his voice tinged with pride. “I think that’s all the answer you need.” Tom pushed himself off the wall, stepping toward you and Nagini.

Nagini looked back and forth between you and Tom, nodding. She continued to slither up all the way to your shoulder. You couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling. It tickled. You even felt her slim tongue flick at your cheek. “Nagini!” You laugh much louder.

Tom couldn’t help but let out a low laugh at the sight. “Careful now. She has a mind of her own, and won't hesitate to bite without warning.” He said this despite the surprising amount of affection she was showing you.

“Yes I know. She didn’t like it when I didn’t bring her home quickly enough to her tank. She bit my finger because it was too cold for her.” You patted the top of her head with a single finger. “Can’t blame her. She knows what she likes. I respect that. I’m the same.” You smile at her, then at Tom.

“You’re quite the snake charmer.” He brushes a strand of hair away from your face.

“Only because you taught me. Otherwise snakes are kind of scary. Plus it helps that she’s so cool.” Nagini took the opportunity of Tom’s outstretched hand to start coiling onto his wrist.

“Yes. She is. Sassy too.” He smiled at her as she settled with him, he went to stroke down her scales. The small snake closed her eyes, she looked content indeed. Almost like she was smiling back. The little tongue came out and flicked occasionally.

You take a step toward Tom, closing the distance. “She’s like our baby, huh?”

Tom rolled his eyes at the comment, he never really saw Nagini as a baby in that way. Now that you mention it, he couldn’t help but see her in a different light. He only grunted in agreement, a small smile formed on his lips.

Leaning over, you plant a kiss on top of the snake’s head. Her tongue hitting your chin as if kissing you back. You giggled at the feeling once more. You looked up and kissed Tom on the cheek too. It was a small gesture, but it held a surprising amount of significance to him.

With his freehand, he lifted it to cup your face, “You’re spoiling her.” He teased, his voice low and soft. His gaze relaxed as he locked on yours.

“I think she deserves it.” You challenge back. You lean in again, but this time you kiss him on the lips.

He leaned into it, his hand coming to curl around the back of your neck. He broke away reluctantly after a few seconds. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you. “You’re spoiling me, too.”

“I think you deserve it.” You don’t let him answer because you plant another kiss, giving a small nibble on his bottom lip. You felt Tom’s breath pause.

Tom felt his control slip the longer your lips locked. His hand tightened around your neck. “Careful, love. You might be getting yourself into trouble.” He said against you.

“What? I’m not asking for trouble.” You half wine. You feel him pull back. Watching him walk over to Nagini’s enclosure, he allows her to slither back in at her own pace. He puts the lid back on, before placing a small blanket on the top to cover it. “Oh?”

A sly smile formed on Tom’s face, it made you excited but also had your heart dropping. He comes close to you, coming close in order to whisper in your ear. “It won't end well, now that you’re all mine. Just us two.”

“All yours? Show me.” You close your eyes at the feel of his lips near your ear. The excitement growing.

“You’ve been quite pushy as of late.” He murmured, nipping lightly at your earlobe. Teeth grazing your skin. It sent a sharp chill down your body. Tom brought a hand around your waist, pulling you against him. “You’re getting close to crossing a line.”

You let out a small yelp when he pulled on you. You could feel his heart beating in rhythm with yours. It was fast. “I wasn’t aware there was a line. A limit.” You respond, sighing when he licks the edge of your ear slowly. You shivered again, holding onto his sleeve.

Tom smirked at your physical response, it made him feel powerful. He pinched at your waist, “oh you have limits. Trust me.” He murmured against your skin, lowering his head. His breath was hot against your neck as his mouth moved along your jaw. He left a trail of soft kisses. He nuzzled the edge of your neck, feeling your pulse against his nose. It only fueled his desire.

“Enlighten me on what the limit is.” You manage to say between shallow breaths. You tilt your head further to the side to allow him better access. Absolutely relishing his attention. It only made you keenly aware of how your core began to stick to your panties.

Tom took advantage of your exposed neck, giving a sigh of approval of your action. His mouth moved along your skin with growing urgency. He couldn’t get enough of you, the way your hair smelled, the slight sweet salty taste of your skin, to the sound escaping your lips. “Your limit is when I say it is.” He murmured against your skin. His teeth grazing against your collarbone.

You shake your head, “Please don’t…” You whine, yet you push him toward his bed until he falls slowly backwards onto it. He didn’t resist the action. You follow him, not daring to create distance. You kick your shoes off, making your way to straddle him. Your thighs on either side of his lap.

He watched you with hooded eyes, feeling the weight of yourself on him. His hands came to rest on your hips. His touch was almost reverent as he stared up at you. “I want to do whatever I want.” You explain. It was your turn to savor him. With one hand you gently grasp onto his jaw, and begin to pepper kisses down his neck. You offered small licks and nibbles on his cool skin. His cologne was intoxicating, you wanted to smother it.

Tom involuntarily tilted his head away when your lips found his neck. He wanted more of this attention, and he found that he wanted to give it to you. “You want free rein, hm?” He thought about it for a moment, barely opening his eyes to look at you. “Do as you will then.” He relinquished his power to you. Tom gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into you.

“Let me take care of you..” You whisper against his skin. You find his lips and kiss him harshly. With this new distraction, you allow your hands to explore him. You feel his slender yet toned body. You carefully, almost cautiously, move your hand under yourself. Just between your legs, feeling him through his pants. “Please let me take care of you.” You repeat, begging.

His body tensed immediately to your touch, he hadn’t expected it to go in this way? Did he? His muscles froze with anticipation as your hands felt him. It has actually been a long time since he was touched in this manner. He couldn’t even remember the last time he relieved himself.

Tom let out a low hiss as you pressed against him, his arousal growing with every passing moment. He just stiffly nods, “okay..” The single word came out much more strained due to his inner conflicts of relinquishing what he always held. Power. Independence. But god damn, did he need you to keep doing that with your hand. He lifted his hips, grinding against your grip. This new need is becoming evident to both of you now.

Your foreheads touch as you kiss him once more. You feel his arms wrap lightly around your waist, the pressure and security felt amazing. Yet you wanted more, and you knew he did too. You could feel him through your own jeans. With one hand you were able to fluidly work through the button of his pants, before slowly dragging the zipper down.

Tom’s grip tightened, almost pinching you. “I need you, don’t tease me now.”

You shook your head, “I’m not trying to.” You laugh, but he bucks himself up again, pushing you away for a moment. You catch yourself on his chest.

“Take them off.” He commands. You were going to roll your eyes, you were already going to remove them before the command. You rebalance yourself in order to pull his pants down. Tom’s gaze never left yours, he groaned when the pressure released and his cock sprung forward.

Shit. You thought, feeling it was one thing, but seeing it was another. His dick was big and you could never wrap around that truth.

“What?” Tom said, propping himself up on his forearms, bringing your attention back to his eyes. That smirking bastard. “It’s all yours.” He flashes you a wicked smile. It made your cheeks begin to burn. You liked that reminder.

“I’m yours too.” You look away from him as you roll over onto your back and swiftly pull and tug at your own jeans. You arch yourself and look to him for help.

He understands and immediately stands up and loops his fingers through the belt loops. As he starts to pull them over your thighs, his knuckles grace your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “All mine. Forever.” He leans over and pulls your shirt up, just enough to expose your stomach. He begins to kiss the skin there, his tongue barely touching you, yet making patterns along the curves of your body. “For all of time. I won’t let you walk out on me again.” You barely understand him. His mouth was pressed so closely to you.

You were too focused on his mouth to realize that he had also pulled your panties off. You blush at the exposure, almost embarrassed. Your eyes meet, he looks down and he too realizes what he’s done. His pupils dilated at the sight below him. There was that light shade of pink on his cheeks again. Tom pulled himself up so he could attack your neck with the new powerful possessive wave that shot through him. “You’re beautiful..so fucking beautiful. Made just for me.” Voice thick with what seemed like an insatiable need. He roughly pushed your legs apart and eased himself between the empty space.

“Tommy…” You softly moan out, biting against your finger. You felt a hand come around under your thigh, just below your ass. His nails scratched into your skin and he groped. “Ah..” You shut your eyes, it was borderline painful. But in a good way, it was almost confusing. You wrap a hand around his wrist to try and make him release his grip, even slightly. At the same time you also attempted to move your hips against his, thus rubbing your slickness on his dick. You could feel the veins that ran over his length.

Tom whispered next to your ear, “Fuck. That’s it…move for me, darling.” His grip only tightened, it would definitely leave a tender bruise. He didn’t want to hold back any longer, he needed you. Now. Yet he was willing to wait, just to hear you beg for it. He planted wet hot kisses down your neck. He loved how you began to shake beneath him, breaths shallow.

He removed his hands for a split second to pull your shirt further up to your chin, exposing your tits to him. “Mmm…so pretty.” He smiled at the sight. “No bra?” He clicked his tongue while pinching at your nipples, making them harden. You let out a long moan as his fingers rolled the swells back and forth. Tom grinded his hips slowly, enjoying how his dick was in between your folds. You were so warm and soft. “So damn wet..” He said aloud. He leaned down, cupping and squeezing your breasts together, his tongue licking around the skin of your nipples. Giving each proper attention, before circling to the hardened tips. Taking them between his teeth and giving them a nice slow tug before letting them fall out of his mouth. He continued this pattern, you watched as there was a line of spit forming when he switched breasts. The sight alone made you want to faint. Or even just cum with that mere stimulation.

“Tom!” You cried out, “I want..” You put your hands on his shoulders. You tried to push him back and give you a quick break so you could gather yourself. Your body betrayed you because it was an incredibly weak push. “More…more.” Your voice faltered as if you were about to cry. His dick kept rubbing against your clit.

“You’ll have it. I can give you it all. As long as you’re mine. All you have to do is ask.” Tom murmured against the skin of your tits, still holding them close. Sucking on them whilst looking up at you.

You had a feeling he meant a variety of things. Maybe he meant his pulsating cock. Maybe he meant the world. Maybe he meant his heart.

“Say it. I want to hear you say it.” Tom shifted, holding himself with one arm up, so he could hold his dick with the other, he aligned it at your entrance holding it there for a moment. It indeed did earn him a whimper and a thrust by your hips again, making him almost slip in for a moment but he pulled back quickly. It almost killed him to do so. “You’re mine…say it. Say it now.”

“Please Tommy give me all of you. I’m yours. I’m yours. I belong to you.” You kept nodding, looking into his eyes. You broke it momentarily to look down between you, you let out a sigh at the sight. His dick pressed so closely to your pussy, you could even see the bead of precum leaking from his tip. You wanted to reach down, run it against your finger so you could taste it.

You felt Tom’s cool finger pull up against your chin, lifting your gaze to him again. Looking quite expectant, as if he wasn’t satisfied with your words. He felt that you were saying it just for the moment.

“Tom, you can do whatever you want with me. I’m yours.” You try to pour your feelings into it, you didn’t know how else you could convince Tom. You thought he’d be more trusting with you by now.

Your words did not go unheard after all, you see the corner of Tom’s mouth slightly twist. He shifted his grip to pinch your cheeks together with his hand, forcing your lips to come together in a pucker. He leaned down to kiss you that way. You stop breathing momentarily, your eyes widening as you feel him slowly sink himself further into your wet hole. Tom was watching your every reaction, but still holding your face in his hand. “Ah shit..Tommy..” Your words come out semi-muffled.

Tom’s lips gave in and erupted in a devilish smile. He relished the feeling of your submission, the knowledge that you belonged to him and him alone. He breathed slowly, feeling your body twitch and seemingly hesitate to take him. Your grip on his biceps told him a different story. Your nails were making crescents into his pale skin. He had to show some careful restraint to your pussy, he needed to slowly ease himself inside. Tom didn’t want to hurt you. Not physically and surely not emotionally again. “Shhh…just breathe, darling. Breathe for me…I’ll take care of you..” He murmured.

Tom watches as you breathe in, providing him temporary relief that you weren’t going to pass out. At least not until he was finished with you. He tried to pull out of you, give you a chance to relax and regroup, but he smirked at the feeling. Your pussy was needier than he imagined, it was gripping onto him with such force. Almost making it hard for him to pull out.

You shake your head, “I want this.” You reassure him, “It-” you swallow as Tominches back into you, his eyebrows furrowed together as he studied you. “It doesn’t hurt.”

“Liar.” Tom flatly said.

“It’s..It’s just a lot of you…” You let out a strained laugh. You weren’t one to back down from a challenge, especially if it came to getting your guts rearranged. “Use me..” You whisper, your gaze never leaving his eyes this time. They falter in relief when you finally feel his hips collide with yours, him being thoroughly buried deep. You felt his dick twitch inside of you, brushing against your cervix, causing you to twitch too. You laugh, but the movement only made you both moan in unison. “Tommy...”

“Merlin, so help me if you keep calling me by that name.” Tom finally says something about it. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, his hand letting go of your face. Only for his fingers to slither into your mouth. Your tongue immediately starts to glide across them, sucking on the tips of his fingers. You reach to his wrist, pushing his fingers further into your mouth. It made Tom laugh. It was as if the heavens above parted to witness the sound, despite the lewd cause. “You’re starting to get greedy. It’s such a pretty sight.” He says, starting to pull back from your hips, only to roughly smack himself back into you.

With Tom’s fingers properly lubricated with your saliva, he pulls his fingers away from your mouth. You whimpered, especially when you felt where they went. They went right between your legs, rubbing your swollen clit in lazy circles, then around your pussy’s lips. “Use you..yes..I think I will. Do with you as I please.” He would do anything to keep you his. “Say it for me again.” Tom growled, his body starting to tremble with the effort to hold back his pace to just pound your weeping little cunt. He wanted to hear you give him the permission he craved.

“Fuck Tommy, please! I’m yours in this life, the next one, and the one after that..and-” You began to mindlessly say, especially as he began to move once you adjusted to him. His pace was consistent, the weight of his body was holding you in place. You felt him move his hand, so that it was just the pad of his thumb pressing against your clit while the other four fingers moved to press down into your lower tummy. Adding more pressure. You felt so full, you let your eyes go cross.

“That’s right.” He smiled, watching your face. “Take me like a good girl.” Tom’s thrusts began to become ruthlessly hard. He knew he should be gentler with you, but he couldn’t help himself. He needed you too badly, and the thought of you belonging solely to him had him seeing red. “Say you want me…tell me you need me.. Tell me how much you need me..”

You peaked at him through your lashes, his eyes were dark. A possessive desire was emanating from his being. You felt a ball of pressure tighten within you. You felt so incredible. “I want you bad, I need you….mmm oh god!” You mutter when you feel Tom’s dick hit that spot inside you repeatedly. You bring your hand to your mouth, biting on a finger to keep yourself from screaming in pleasure. “I need this, I need this so bad! I d-don’t want anything else but t-this. You’re all I need.” You began to babble the same thing over and over.

Tom nodded, “That’s it, pretty girl. I’m your god. You’re taking my dick so well. Your pussy feels s-so good.” His voice came out a ragged husk, his breathing sharp. It was all too much for him to handle. He just wanted to make you feel good. Tom wanted to fill you up with his cum, watch it spill out of you, only to fill you up again. He groaned at the thought. “You’re mine..my prize. My princess. My trophy. I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll give you everything. You won’t ever have to ask or need anything else. I’ll take care of you. Let me spoil you. You don't have to worry about anything. Please let me do this for you. Make you feel good.”

“Anything! Yes. Yes!” You agree, head bobbing backwards into the cushioned bed. You feel him slow down.

You were going to whine, when he began to suck at your neck again. You heard him mumble again, “Buy you whatever you want. Do whatever you want. Anything to make you happy. I’ll get it for you. I’ll do it for you.” His voice was soft yet thick with desire. You hadn’t heard him talk so much. You weren't that materialistic, honestly. But goddamn was he making you want to ask him of the universe just to watch him do it. Knowing him, he would probably give you that and the next universe closest too.

You were pulled back from that train of thought when you felt him quicken again. You were so close to releasing the tension, you wanted to cum all over his dick. You flattened your hand over your mouth to stifle your sounds. You might have been muffling your moans and cries, but the sounds your pussy was making could not be muted, not by a fraction.

You opened your eyes, you saw a familiar flash of irritation in Tom’s eyes. He shook his head. “Don’t do that. I want to hear how good I make you feel.” He pulled your hand away from your mouth. You made the motion to use your other hand, but he caught that one as well. He brought both hands up above your head, holding them there, at his mercy.. Tom was too strong to pull them away. The action made you clench around him. Tom groaned and cursed under his breath. He was getting lost in you, completely taken over by his desires to own you. “I need to hear you fall apart. I want to hear your sweet sounds. Don’t ever try to hide your pleasure from me.”

You moan at his words, for someone who so protectively fought for his privacy, he really was not caring who heard this affair going on. It only made your face heat up in a fierce blush.

You watched as Tom’s eyes flashed, not from irritation this time. It was the same look he had when he had a breakthrough of a new method of altering magic to his needs. In this context a wave of panic shot through you. Though it was hard to center on that concern when Tom was making you feel this good.

Tom’s eyes were focused, taking every little detail of you. He could see the panic in your own eyes, so he dipped down to kiss you. A form to comfort you. He broke from it, “Don’t be afraid,” his voice was low and dangerous. “I’ll take care of you.” He let go of your hands that were still above your head. You knew better than to try and cover your mouth again. His pace slowed, you mentally cursed. He wasn’t exactly trying to edge you, but damn! Why did he rob you of an orgasm again? You watched him carefully, for a nanosecond sadness registered in his dark eyes.

“You mean it right? If we weren’t doing what we were doing right now…you’d mean it?” He suddenly asked. His dick stalled inside you.

“Of course! I-I lov-” You began to confess, tring to sit up on your elbows. Tom pushed you back down, maybe a bit too harshly.

“Don’t say it unless you mean it.” he said sternly, his eyes watching your lips.

“Tom. You’re going to scare me..” You started, but he suddenly thrust once into you. You yelped and reached out to pull on his neck, bringing him in to kiss you. “I love you!” You said against his lips. You did mean it. It was the first time you said it without him interrupting you. He never allowed you to say it. It was probably because he was afraid it would be a cruel lie. Tom truly believed he was incapable of love. Incapable of finding and receiving true, honest, unrelenting love.

He couldn’t stop the way his breath hitched at your words. Hearing you say them with such conviction, such sincerity. It was a moment he’d been both waiting and dreading for. Afraid of the power the words held and relinquished. Despite this dark pit inside him, he trusted you. He believed that you meant it.

“Say it again,” He whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he held you tightly in place. “Please.” Tom was desperate to hear you speak those words, to believe he was worthy of you.

“I love you, Tom.” You hold his face, you feel him twitch inside you as you repeat: “I. Love. You.” You say slowly, emphasizing each word. You watch as he closes his eyes, pulling himself in and out painstakingly slow. Your pussy ached, already feeling sore from the size of his dick. Your walls strained to keep him buried inside.

“Say it again.” He repeated, barely wavering. New emotions threaten to overtake him. “I need this.” Listening to you declare yourself was shattering every doubt he’d ever had about this world he existed in.

“I love you. I’m yours.”

Tom turned his face in your hands, he began to slowly plant kisses into your palms. You felt his lips moving like he was muttering something. You couldn’t hear what he was saying.

“Again.” He said louder, opening his eyes and locking them onto yours. This was a different Tom. Your heart began to match the quickened pace Tom was taking up once more.

“I love you.” You moan out, not breaking the eye contact he was holding with you as continued to mouth something quickly against your palm as you continued to cup his face.

“Say my name.” He commanded.

“Tom.” Your fingers jerked against his smooth skin.

“My. Full. Name.” He said slower. You felt his nails dig into your back from where he held you at the waist, the hold was harsh. Painful.

“I love you Tom Marvolo Riddle.” You almost lazily let out between breaths. He stopped mouthing, and peeled one hand off your waist bringing it to your hold your wrist. The knot was getting tighter and tighter, making it harder to concentrate on what exactly he was doing. “I’m y-yours.”

When Tom heard you say his full name, saying that you loved him, that you were his. Something snapped, the wave of possessiveness washed over him. It reassured him, what he was about to do was the right thing. To keep you from leaving. To keep you together forever. Just like you said. Just like you kept repeating what you wanted. And Tom wanted nothing more but to get reassurance and security, in the only way he knew how. Magic.

Bringing your wrist next to his lips, he felt its warm, vibrating pulse. “Do you feel that?” Tom asked, his voice gruff as he watched you intently.

You just nod, unsure what he really meant because you were just about to come around his thick cock. You were so fucking close. Your eyes were rolling back. Your head threatened to just bob to the side but Tom quickly held the back of your neck. Still not letting go of your wrist with the other. He wanted you to watch him.

“Tommy…I’m..I’m gonna..!” You cry out, due to the pleasure that was releasing through your body. Your eyes were starting to turn into slits with how heavy they were getting. Tom grunted one last thing before you saw him part his lips. His teeth…! You could have sworn you saw snake like fa-

“FUCK!” You cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, your back arching into Tom. Your attention was split, shaking uncontrollably underneath him. You watched in a semi-horrified, semi-fucked out trance as Tom sunk his teeth into your wrist. There was a warm feeling starting to run from where he bit. It was your blood, dark and thick. As it slid your skin, it felt like it was burning, like it was different somehow. As if he had injected something into you.

Tom’s eyes languidly open to meet yours, they were clouded in his own pleasure. “I’m never letting you go.” He moaned against your skin, “No one else can have you. No one else can touch you. My property. Mine.” He pulled back from your wrist, lifting your now limp arm up. Tom barely held his tongue out of his mouth, licking up the line of blood that had stopped just before your elbow. His breath was hot as he removed evidence of having momentarily hurt you. His tongue ran all the way up to the holes that began to shrink and disappear. His lips were red, slightly swollen as he sucked on the area before pulling back with a pop.

You whimpered. The corner of his lips turned upwards, just enough you knew he was satisfied with what he had done to you. Whatever he had done, you’re not quite sure of. All you did know was that your orgasm was different. It felt like it was dragged out of you, lengthened for too long, though you weren’t complaining about that. Your whole body felt numb with some tingling starting at the tips of your fingers and toes. “Tom..” You tried to say, but it came out as a whisper. You weren’t sure if you even moved your lips. It felt like you were looking at yourself from a third person perspective, you didn’t exactly feel inside your own body.

“Shhh.” Tom cooed, brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s okay, stay still.” He chuckled to himself. You felt Tom pull slowly out of you, he let out a small curse along with another chuckle. “I really made a mess out of you, darling.”

“Hmm?” You wanted to cry, you felt empty without him inside. Watching him step away from you was almost unbearable. Tom went over to his dresser, then his desk, opening a drawer and pulling out his wand. You wondered why for a moment, before you heard a squelching sound come from your pussy. You couldn’t lift your head all the way up to look at yourself. From your current state, the warmness of Tom’s cum that was making its way out of you was a stark contrast. You were so distracted from your own high and him fucking biting you to notice how he finished.

You tried to sit up and cup yourself, embarrassed at the thought of potentially causing a stain on his bedding. Tom’s voice stopped you, “Don’t move.” You obeyed. He took a step towards you and barely flicked his wand. You felt what seemed like a cool breeze wash over your body. You shivered, feeling the tingling over your body intensify before subsiding. You then noticed how he had sweats on, making you feel insanely exposed. “I could stare at you like this forever.” Tom broke the silence.

“Don’t-!” You squeaked out, moving to cover yourself however possible.

Tom shook his head with a smile, he had moved closer to loom over you. He grabbed your arm away and you were about to protest when you felt him pull down your shirt, bringing it over your chest. Your nipples felt sensitive against the fabric. “Tom, what did you do to me..?” You finally questioned.

“We’re connected, on a molecular level now.” He answered plainly, too casually. He reached down on the floor, keeping a hand on your thigh to steady himself. He picked up your panties, another flick of the wand, cleaning them too, and slid them halfway up your legs.

“I..I can do it.” You quickly stood up to pull your panties all the way on. The rush of standing up made you feel dizzy. Tom had held onto your sides, bringing you back onto the bed. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll explain it in the morning.” Tom smiled down at you. He pushed you further into the bed, propping your head with one of his pillows.

“But-!” You held up your wrist, in the area where he had bitten down on, there were two dark moles in its place. Ones you never had before.

“You should rest up.” He interrupted again, sliding next to you. He held his head up against his arm, staring at you. Compared to moments before, his eyes softened. Tom reached with his other hand to bring up the blanket, covering your bare legs. His hand rested beside your hip, patting it every so often. “Maybe it’s time for you to keep some of your things in my room.” He phrased it as something to-do, rather than a suggestion.

“I thought you liked having our things separated?” You look between his eyes, to his lips.

Tom shook his head, “it was a way to distance myself from you.” He confessed. You smiled, it seemed like there was a change in his attitude. Him being honest and open with himself, and you. “What?” He questioned your look towards him.

“I’ll explain it in the morning.” You broke out in a toothy grin, using his words on him. His smile copied yours, but it was paired with a pinch on your hip.

“Brat.” Tom pulled you against his bare chest. His heartbeat was slow and steady. You felt him plant a kiss on top of your head.

As you laid next to him, you couldn’t help but notice the heat radiating from your wrist. What had he done to you?

“Before you say anything about it…” Tom began, distracting you once more from examining the two moles. “I love you too.”

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sweetsea42 · 3 days ago

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Vacationing

pairing: nanami x gn!reader

plot: nanami finally has a break and wants to be with you during his vacation, but you're still working and he has to wait for you to finish some reports. he's clingy and a little off his usual personality

cw: none, just fluff, not that proofread

Wc: 1.6k

Requested by @wawacatsigma I'm sorry it took so long, my dear 😔

Your husband Nanami was a hard-working man, yes, and the first time after years he decided to have some vacations, he didn't expect you to be working during his free time. That's when he finds himself being too clingy and whiny.

Lord, have mercy.

"Darling, please" He said in a calm tone, almost like a whisper, as he tugged on your shirt in an attempt o steal your attention from your laptop. But you really had to finish the report of the day. You have been working from home and there was no way you could put your tasks aside. Being home didn't mean having free time, but your husband couldn't see it this way.

"I've been home for two endless weeks now, and I can't have my beautiful partner all to myself?". His chair was next to yours by the table, and his upper body was sprawled on the table, only an arm under it holding your shirt. He looked devastated, and not to be mean, but the view had a grip on your heart it was almost impossible to finish what you were doing. But you stayed strong, the best was to come and you planned on surprising him with great news later. "Can't you wait till evening? I'll be done in a few hours".

And the sun lowered in the clear sky. Its golden sunbeams invaded the kitchen window as you still worked o your laptop. Nanami was still there, laying on the table with a warm hand on your arm that held the mouse.

You had never seen him this way, sad and tired of yearning your embrace. So eager to be close to you that he wanted it 24/7. He wanted you in his arms all the time to "make it up for all the time he was away in his endless work". And by the time you finished typing your last email (asking for a two weeks break), it was already night and your husband was sound asleep by your side.

"Ken, come on, let's go to bed" you said, softly rubbing an open palm on his back. His eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the lack of light in the room. When he straightened up and started to stand, he stopped and let out a frustrated groan. "Oh, gosh. I was so still my legs fell asleep too". He rubbed his eyes and looked up at you like a puppy. Your face was glowing under the moonlight that now occupied the sunrays place.

What a great window placement, he thought. "you're so pretty my love". Still not being able to stand, he stretched his arms to reach for your face. You lowered a bit for him to catch your cheeks, but instead, he threw his arms around your neck and pulled you fast enough for you to lose balance. Nanami was quick enough to catch you mid-fall and place you on his lap. Still hugging you by the waist, he placed his chin on your shoulder and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Please give me more attention. I had been busy for so long couldn't take proper care of you" Your back was turned to him and you couldn't see his pouty face, but his grip on you tightened at each word he said.

"Well, now you know" you chuckled lightly at your own response. And as if it had resonated on him (and it did), he turned you by pulling your knees, your side now facing his chest. His eyes were watery and pleading. The last time you had seen him act this way was when he got drunk during your honeymoon and asked you to never leave him.

"You're my all, please never think less of you" were some of his words that day. But now, he was not drunk at all. It was the abstinence of being glued to you. "old man, you were never this clingy. What happened?"

"I've been missing more of you all these years. Please spend more time with me" said the man with painfully pleading eyes. "but you have me for two whole days every week"

"Darling, I just realized two days aren't enough" His grip on you started to get a little too tight, and as he realized it, he apologized "I'm sorry, love"

He loosened his hold and rested his forehead on your shoulder, letting out another deep breath that tickled your neck. You brought your hand up to ruffle his soft blond hair, feeling the tension slowly drain from his body.

"I was planning something, you know," you murmured, almost teasing.Nanami turned his head just enough to look up at you, brow furrowed. "Planning what?"

You cupped his cheek and smiled. "Well, now it feels like spoiling a surprise." He stared at you, unblinking. "Tell me."

You shook your head and leaned into him, your nose brushing his temple. "Not yet. You'll like it better that way." Nanami pouted. "You're torturing me., you know that"

"Am I? I thought I was giving you attention now," you whispered against his skin, the smile in your voice unmistakable. "You're mean," he said softly. "and ou love it."

He didn't deny it. Instead, he gently picked you up bridal style, slowly, making sure your legs were tucked in and your arms around his neck, and began walking toward the bedroom.

Nanami softly placed you down on the bed, and then without even giving you a second to move, he collapsed beside you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His arms found their way around your waist again, and he held you close, like he was afraid you'd leave him. You stayed like that for a moment, your hand stroking lines along his spine, feeling the soft rise and fall of his breathing.

"You know," you whispered, "when you're back to work, you'll regret wasting your entire vacation clinging to me like that." "I won't regret a single minute," he said against your skin."You say that now." "No, I mean it. I don't care if I spend every day of this break glued to your side. That's exactly where I want to be. "He pulled back slightly to look at you, one hand coming up to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I've been working so much for so many years. And I thought it was normal. I thought being exhausted and distant was just what it meant to be an adult, a responsible man with a respectable job. But now that I'm home, and I have time to just feel again... I don't want to go back to how things were."The honesty in his voice hit you hard. He wasn't someone who often showed fragility in his composed demeanor. But here he was, lying beside you, telling you things he'd probably been holding back for a long time

"You're not going back to how things were," you said, brushing your thumb over his cheek. "That's why I asked for time off. I want us to have these two weeks together. Fully." His eyes widened, and for a moment he blinked like he wasn't sure he heard you right. "You asked for time off?", he asked, amused. You nodded. "Just finished the email tonight. I hit send while you were drooling on the table."He huffed a laugh. "I wasn't drooling." You laughed in disbelief. How could he be so stubborn.

There was a warm silence after that. It was comforting, and the only sound that accompanied both of you was the humming of the refrigerator in the kitchen, some birds chirping their babies to sleep, and the occasional creak of the house settling.

He hen wraped his legs around you. Nanami from years ago would never. He would've see the current Nanami as pathetic for loving someone to the point of acting like a clingy cat. But now it didn't matter. All that mattered was the fact that he was with you, sharing moments and being a family.

The next days of your vacation felt like a dream come true for him, even though he had never dreamed about it. He never thought he would crave for a domestic life so hard, and it showed to you how much he liked this lifestyle.

"Darling, how about you quit your job? I was thinking about how these days were so special to me, and I don't want them to ever end" he said after thinking for days."But then you're the one that would have to quit your job" he blinked in confusion. "Like, for both of us to stay home like this, u should quit your job. I'm already home all the time". "oh..."

You just knew he would never think of quitinh his job. A few months without work? He would go absolutely crazy.

"okay, that's a possiblity. Sounds way better too" he said, unblinkingly, not a drop of confusion in his eyes, just happiness.

OKAY??

"okay... we need to think about it before making any decisions..." you said, brushing off the topic. Not because you didn't want it, you did, but because you thought he was still too sleepy to think straight.

A/N: sorry it took too long. my new job is killing me mentally and phisically.

#nanami fluff #nanami x reader #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami x you #jjk x you #jjk oneshot #nanami oneshot #jujutsu kaisen

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cherie-doll · 14 hours ago

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Can you write a scenario where the reader (non binary) is extremely possessive and touch-starved, always needing physical affection/reassurance from their partner? They get clingy when the partner is busy or distracted, insisting on cuddles, kisses, or just being held.

Your writing is amazing. It would be so cool to see more characters from COD: Ghosts—just a thought, no pressure.

Aw, this is a really heartwarming request! You guys have got some great ideas <3 And tysm! I added a few more characters from cod:ghosts in hopes that you can enjoy reading about them. I didn't add all of them but settled on these, im still not sure if i'll add them to my lineup for future posts but thx for the idea!

!!: not proofread btw

=͟͟͞♡ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, Hesh Walker, Logan Walker, Merrick, König, Horangi, Nikto

‹𝟹 Price can't ever go out in public alone. You get too lonely waiting at home for him, so it's only reasonable you tag along and make him hold your hand or have an arm around you at all times. He doesn't find it one bit annoying, it makes him smile softly every time his hand loosens around yours and you're correcting it. In a way, it's something that makes him proud. You always seeking to feel him is nothing but a pleasure and privilege to him. Which is why he doesn't ignore you when you silently come to him when he's in his office at home. The moment he feels your arms go around his shoulders, he knows it's time to put the paperwork down and let you sit in his lap for some quality time together.

‹𝟹 Simon and you liked to just lay quietly; the soft pattering of rain against the window as you were enveloped in his embrace. The warmth you felt comforting you right now was coming from him rather than the blanket thrown over you. You took a deep breath; basking in this peaceful moment. This evening could not have been spent better had it not been for Simon's phone vibrating. It must have been multiple calls and texts he was getting because it nearly fell off the nightstand. He kept his phone on 'silent' but it irked him to still be receiving notifications. You frowned when you felt him pulling away from you to grab his phone. You immediately felt the cold on your back as he got up. Well, you weren't going to stay and wait for him! You got up, trailing after him like a puppy follows their owner around. He furrowed a brow but you only replied with silence as you took one of his hands. "Is your call that important? Come back to bed with me" Well he wasn't about to say no...

‹𝟹 Johnny always jokes about how you can never keep your hands off of him. And it's true, but not for the reasons other people may think. You deeply value the intimacy of enjoying one another's presence in a tender and caring way. He knows this too, which is why he'll put himself aside and relax when he knows you need it. And you don't like to receive this from anyone else; only him. Which is another reason why he won't ever push you away even when it can be seen as pushy or annoying to others, because where else are you supposed to get that reassurance from? He doesn't mind stroking your hair, at some point even petting your head like a cute pet because it is surprisingly comforting. You are never more at peace than when you get home after an overstimulating day and get some love from your favorite person.

‹𝟹 Kyle knows that when you're extremely anxious for his hold, you're like a magnet that will be attracted to him no matter what he's doing or where he's at. You won't always be so blunt about your needs but he understands it when you just come over and lay on him. No questions asked from his part, he'll stay silent if that is what you need right now. You can lay there as long as you want and he'll give you the kisses and cuddles you need. He even enjoys it when you spontaneously do it, maybe even surprising you with a kiss on the cheek as soon as your face is within reach. You feel relieved when you feel his fingertips graze your skin, so relaxing it lulls you to sleep. You fall asleep and it'll become his sole mission to not move so as to not wake you up. It could be hours later that you wake up feeling like it was the best sleep you've ever gotten.

‹𝟹 Roach is already pretty clingy himself so he turns weak af the second you ask for him to stay in bed a little longer. He'll be silently mumbling about how he needs to get up now, but you so desperately want him to meet your eyes. He's purposely avoiding them, knowing the moment he meets them he'll give in. You tug at his clothes, asking softly in the way that you know will pull at his heartstrings to let you cuddle just a little longer. What's the rush? You can already sense him on the verge of giving in, but still he won't look at you. His heart already pounds just having you call out to him like this. How much more do you yearn for his warm embrace. It takes another moment for him to act carelessly and maybe a little selfishly to dive under the covers again.

‹𝟹 Alejandro loves physical touch as is, but he definitely noticed how you sought it. And it almost felt like instinct for him to start wanting to give it to you whenever you asked. He didn't want you seeking it from anyone else, all you had to do was extend your hand out to him and he'd pull you in and give you all the kisses and embraces you could ever ask for. And what if he's busy and can't get to you? He always leaves reminders of him scattered about for you to use. Since you're so keen on your senses to perceive his love; maybe going to bed with his clothes and hearing his voice over the phone help you fall asleep. He wants to remind you he's still there and willing to give you anything just for you to feel safe. He needs you to feel secured with him, needs it as much as you seek shelter from him. You're perfect for one another.

‹𝟹 Rodolfo had been doing this with you even before you had begun officially dating. Sometimes you'd desperately want touch, so much it disturbed your sleep and no matter whatever you did it didn't work to just keep pushing it down. You would be fumbling with your fingers, asking for him to help you fall asleep. It started small, like holding your hand until you drifted off to sleep. But came the time when that wasn't enough. And him, being the sweet and caring person he is, would not mind occupying that cold and empty spot in your bed if it would give you reassurance that you were safe. Over time that arrangement became permanent and so naturally did it happen. Now you never had to worry or be anxious, even when he was occupied with other matters. He never overstepped or neglected his time with you, knowing his priorities helped him protect the time he had reserved specifically for you.

‹𝟹 Phillip had been away for longer than you had expected. There was something that required his attention; attention that usually went to you. You had held him back, both hands on his arm and with pleading eyes asking if he really had to leave you. His demeanor softened, and how could be possibly say no? You were his weakness, but some things required his care right away. He left with the promise that he'd be back in two hours max. He walked out thinking you'd occupy yourself with something to do, but the reality was that you couldn't focus on anything other than when he'd be back. You kept opening and turning off your phone, hoping a message from him would come through saying he was on his way. You huffed and frequently looked outside. When you finally heard that door open you ran as fast as you could. Phillip barely had a moment to put the snacks he had bought on the way back down before you were running into his arms. You did not let go as he struggled to take off his shoes and jacket. Until he finally sank into the couch did he chuckle at seeing your grip as tight as ever on him.

‹𝟹 Makarov was quite confused the first time you had held onto him. He had gotten up only to find that he couldn't take a step forward without feeling a tugging on his clothes. He looks back to see you sitting up and looking up at him, almost pleading with your eyes for him to do... what? He looked down at you in confusion, his eyes trailing from your hand tightly gripping onto him up to your face that was observing him. You awaited for his reaction. In a way, he liked seeing you clinging onto him, as if it were crucial. He liked feeling like he was needed, that you adored his touches and attention. But he also liked giving it to you. It was adorable to him in a way, your reluctance to let him go even for a moment.

‹𝟹 Keegan sometimes didn't know what to do with you. He could spend his entire day off in bed with you, enjoying the feeling of your skin against his and you'd still refuse to let go of him if he wanted to get up the next morning to go out. You were practically glued to him, whining and complaining if he made any moves to get you off of him. It's not your fault that you couldn't resist the urge to cling onto him when he was right there within your reach!! He would sigh as if it was the most tedious thing ever but on the inside his heart was clenching at seeing how much you needed his touch. You swear you'd go crazy if you weren't able to see or touch him every morning. What helped you sleep at night was knowing that he was right there beside you, holding you.

‹𝟹 Hesh somehow always notices when you're craving his touch but hesitating. Despite you being quite clingy with him, you're hesitant to start it. You don't want to seem so desperate when you so badly wish for it. He chuckles softy and then brings you closer, he watches as your eyes dart away, as if surprised. He knows you're secretly melting on the inside though, but he also feels you slowly opening up to him. You're getting comfortable already; leaning into his touch and resting your head on his shoulder. Even if it's a little embarrassing to admit sometimes, you like to think that he cares so much for you that he notices when you want to be close to him.

‹𝟹 Logan was usually the one asking for affection from you. He liked receiving it almost as much as you. But he felt the way you also rubbed up against him when he would lay his head on your chest, feeling like you needed this more than he did. And he would stay still, hoping it would give you the warm sensations he received from you. Like a cat that knows what its owner needs at the moment, he kept close to you and did not move. He allowed you these moments a lot more frequently and would try to initiate it as much as he could if it made you happier.

‹𝟹 Merrick used to get quite annoyed with it, until he realized how much it mattered to you. It had been a long time since you had felt the comfort from a loved one, and you had also been learning how to ask for it. Once he realized this, he had no trouble giving it to you. It became natural for you to come up to him on evenings when even though he was tired, he'd always leave a spot for you because he knew you'd occupy it. You no longer had to ask him, he knew it by your body language when you wanted to spend extra time with him. Sometimes words didn't even need to be said, all he needed to do was shift his body to fit yours and you'd be content.

‹𝟹 König isn't one to use his words much if he needs to give you reassurance or comfort. And in a way he is relieved when he realizes he doesn't have to do that. Sometimes you startle him when you reach out and take his hands, guiding him to wrap his arms around you. It's like he stops his breathing for a moment to see what you'll do. But once he sees you stop and just let out a sigh showing that you're content with the position you're currently in, he'll try to relax too. He's a bit awkward because he's not sure if you want him to pat you, stroke your cheek perhaps? But he learns overtime that any touch from him is what you want.

‹𝟹 Horangi has no problem with you being all up on him all day long. He doesn't let it interfere in his routine. He can go about his day with you from behind, arms around his waist as he's trying to wash the dishes or get something from the fridge. You'd be fine with it if you weren't so set on getting his attention to come back to you. So it turns into a game where you're calling out to him and asking if he's almost done with his current task. He'll give a reassuring pat on your head and turn his attention back to what he's doing. He's not intentionally ignoring you, he just has trouble keeping still unless he's tired. So for now you'll have to settle with being dragged along behind him until your battery is charged.

‹𝟹 Nikto is competing with you for who can be more clingy. At times, you are both interlocked and neither of you wants to be the first to let go unless you absolutely have to. He enjoys following you around, being your shadow so that he can slip in next to you at any opportunity that arises and get some hugs from you. He just likes holding you, and he wants to feel you do the same to him. It's like you both actively are calling out for one another, and it is impossible to ignore it. With a single glance you can tell when the other needs to be held for a moment, Nikto more specifically implemented this habit between you two. You still tell him when you would like to have a moment with him and he no questions asked will drop what he is doing to take care of you.

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leviruthan · 3 days ago

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they find out your yaoi

characters : idia shroud, kalim al asim, malleus draconia, riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, lilia vanrogue

note : I've never played the game (unfortunately) feel free to point out mistakes, also first post

IDIA SHROUD

idia hacked into your computer to help you fix a technical issue and accidentally opened a folder labeled with a vague name, or obvious name

you can imagine his hair turns pink as soon as he processes the contents

what is wrong with you?! he can't believe you're into...that kind of stuff! it's so...lewd!

if he told you that you'd say "yeah like you haven't watched any hent-" don't say anymore he's dying

he needs to cleanse his eyeballs with holy water

he'd be mortified and probably avoid eye contact with you for weeks

KALIM AL ASIM

in his usual boundless enthusiasm, kalim was helping you decorate your room for a party

he accidentally pulled down a shelf, and several of your books tumbled out, revealing their covers

kalim would blink, his eyes wide with innocent curiosity

"woah! [Name], these stories look amazing! all these guys are so close! are they, like, best friends? is this a story about really strong friendships? can we read them together sometime? it looks super fun!"

he'd be completely oblivious to the romantic/erotic subtext and just see it as a tale of close camaraderie

he might not immediately grasp the romantic implications, seeing it more as a story about close bonds

he's too innocent for this please be careful and keep the 18+ ones away

MALLEUS DRACONIA

malleus found a volume of your manga that had fallen out of your bag while you were walking in the gardens

he picked it up, curious about the artwork

malleus would tilt his head, his expression unreadable

"...fascinating. these...bonds between individuals are quite...intense. is this a common form of...human connection? it seems to inspire great passion. i must admit, i find myself...intrigued. perhaps you could enlighten me further on the nuances of this...genre, y/n?"

he'd be genuinely curious and surprisingly open-minded, though maybe a little clueless

I fear you'll have to teach him about something lilia didn't either

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

he was tidying your desk because you weren't doing it properly, of course

and a manga slipped out from under a textbook. the cover had two rather handsome gentlemen looking… quite close

he picked it up, brow furrowed, and flipped through a few pages before his cheeks flushed crimson like his hair

a very quiet and scandalized "good heavens" can be heard

he'd quickly place the manga back exactly where he found it, pretending he never saw it

later he might subtly inquire about your reading preferences, perhaps suggesting some "proper" literature

he'd be internally conflicted – on one hand, it's probably against the rules for a student to be reading.... such things

but on the other, it's your personal interest, if it brings you happiness then...

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

he was napping in his usual spot, happened to lean against your backpack and a book with suspicious cover slipped out

a low chuckle would escape him, he'd raise an eyebrow, a smirk spreading across his face

"herbivore's got some interesting tastes"

he wouldn't be particularly surprised or bothered. in fact, he might find it slightly amusing

will definitely tease you about it later though

LILIA VANROUGE

he was simply being his usual mischievous self, scaring you with his presence out of the blue

and well you were reading, you would try to hide it

being the curious creature (and nosy) he is, of course he wouldn't let you!

after taking it from you, he decided to take a closer look. the content made his eyes twinkle with amusement

a soft, delighted chuckle

"oh my"

a wide, knowing smile would be gracing his lips

he'd find it rather endearing and perhaps even a little bit funny

he'd see it as another interesting facet of your personality

might share some real stories too who knows

#twisted wonderland x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #malleus draconia x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twsited wonderland #twst headcanons #kalim al asim x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader fluff #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #idia shroud #idia x reader

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iloveyanderes · 2 days ago

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PART 5 OF MY GENSHIN CULT AU!!!!

Getting away from the palais of Mermonia was far easier than (name) thought it would be, she said goodbye to all the melusines(somehow knowing all their names), and left. She didn’t tell anyone but did just leave a note in the room so graciously given to her.

Now that everyone knows that (name) isn’t an imposter(even if she doesn’t believe it) she can walk through Fontaine without worrying about being stabbed. Though she did grab a needle so (name) can show her blood at any time.

Surprisingly enough there was a carriage already waiting for (name), she spotted a very familiar patch of blonde hair.

“Lyney!” (name) called out, upon seeing his face. She instantly ran up to him and hugged him.

“Your holiness-” (name) felt him flinch, instantly she realized her mistake, backing up several paces.

“So sorry lyney, i should’ve asked first, i'm just so happy to see you…” feeling really guilty now, (name) visibly deflated, she’d really gotten these children into a lot of trouble.

“You got shot again” lyney stated blankly, (name) could quite tell if he was angry or disappointed.

“I did”, looking away in shame, (name) spotted some more melusine’s, which instantly lifted her shame as she waved at them enthusiastically.

Lyney was surprised when he saw the melusines wave back at her with just as much enthusiasm.

“You know them?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, i just know there names somehow, plus they’ve been really kind to me and remind me of the hospital i work at- or worked at, i've been gone for nearly a month now so i'm probably fired or something” speaking of that (name) wonders if there's a bunch of missing reports of her back in canada, what did they tell all the children that she treated in the past?

Those kinds of thoughts were too depressing so (name) quickly changed the topic.

“Well how is freminet? Your mother- no father arlecchino told me that she could be able to bring me too him, i heard a little bit that he was imprisoned but no one else would give me any information”

“He’s fine” ‘and ashamed’ but lyney didn’t want to say that latter half, “I think we should go before people notice your gone”

“Alright, lead the way!” (name) followed lyney to a carriage,which led them to a speedboat, which led (name) to throw up as she’d never taken a boat before and quickly found out that she gets seasickness.

Poor lyney could only stand there awkwardly patting (name)’s back as she disposed of her lunch in the weirdest way possible.

Eventually they made there way to a place called poisson, the wording of it reminded (name) of poison, it was like one s away.

“Your sure freminet is in this hole?” (name) asked, tilting her head.

“Absolutely”

“About to head in are you?” (name) nearly jumped at the sudden familiar, yet stern voice from behind them.

Seeing those beautifully threatening eyes, (name) laughed nervously before speaking, “oh- arlecchino! Sorry i got a little startled- uh hows life been treating you?”

“Quite alright, your holiness” the knave quickly linked arms with (name), then turned her attention to lyney. The action reminded (name) of a person putting a leash on a dog then paying attention to other matters- without the fear of the dog running away.

“Lyney, you took far too long getting here, your siblings have gone mad with worry” (name) could swear that arlecchino’s words had a hidden message in them, but she couldn’t tell what it was.

“Yes father” with a swift bow lyney was out of there, it was obvious he was nervous.

Glancing briefly at arlecchino, (name) couldn’t help but wonder if the white haired woman was responsible for lyney being apart of the fatui- (name) didn’t actually know what that was she just overheard lyney call himself that, it was probably the name of the gang or mafia he’s in. but thats beyond the point, is arlecchino a criminal?

“Your holiness, is something wrong?”

“No!- sorry i was just spacing out, you said i could see freminet right? I was just wondering where he is” (name) quickly exclaimed, trying to save herself.

“Alright i’ll take you to him, your holiness”

“Also can you please stop calling me your holiness-or at least when were alone” ‘and it makes me flustered when you say that’ but (name) didn’t want to say that.

“Of course my lady”

Oh gods, that was even worse!

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“I’m not going” (name) said firmly, the reunion between her and freminet had been cut swiftly when arlecchino had suggested that they go to snezhnaya. Something told (name) it wasn’t exactly a suggestion but she still wasn’t going to agree with it.

“The tsaritsa herself gave you the invitation, my lady. I wouldn’t suggest crossing her” arlecchino said just as firmly back, perhaps even a bit more venomous.

“Uhuh, aren’t you the same guys claiming im a god or something. Why do i need to listen” (name) was also pretty sure now arlecchino was not a good person, sure she was incredibly hot and kind of maybe (name)’s type but that doesn’t equal trustworthy. The only reason she had wanted to go here was to make sure freminet was okay.

“It’s for your safety, who knows when you’ll get stabbed again”

“I don’t care, im still not going, this entire world is so strange and new to me, you can’t just expect me to go to a whole nother country”

“You!-” the anger in the knave’s voice made (name) flinch, seeing that arlecchino paused, almost like she regretted it.

“Fine then, i’ll give you another day to think about it, My Lady”

Watching arlecchino walk off (name) made no move, only when she was sure the white haired lady was gone did she move, facing the very scared looking freminet.

“I’m going on a walk” no one made any move to stop (name).

Plucking a sunsettia (name) mindlessly ate it while wondering through the forest, there were a bunch of ‘dangerous’ monsters around but none of them made any move to attack her, in fact a lot of them were quite friendly. Like the slimes that practically demanded head pats from (name).

“The people here are crazy” (name) rubbed her head while mumbling, feeling a headache coming. “Expecting me to act like a god then telling me what to do, the only reason i give them the time of day is because i'm worried about the children-”

“ARGHS”

Suddenly (name) heard a pained moan come from the bushes, instantly her doctor instinct forced her to go towards it, pushing the bushes away she saw a-a fluffy creature?

It looked like a tiny human with a very fluffy mask, and little horns on the top of their head. The poor thing was clearly in pain, inspecting closer (name) found it trying to shift away.

“Im not going to hurt you” (name) promised, not expecting it to understand her. To her surprise it did, because instead the strange fluffy humanoid creature clutched closer to her as if it were looking for a hug.

(name) did not give it-not quite yet. She instead looked at the wound, it was open and mangled, and covered in blood. How the hell is this thing alive? Why is it alive? All that it brings is just suffering. Shouldn’t a creature like this be allowed to die?

“Your in pain, right?”

The creature nodded.

“And you…you can’t die?”

Another nod, however the creature then pointed at (name), what does that mean?

(name) felt tears roll down her face, being a doctor she’s seen many things die so why is she so sad!? Hugging the fluffy creature (name) wished that she could help them so badly it hurt her heart.

Then, a child's voice whispered into her ear;

“Thank you sister”

Opening her eyes (name) vaguely saw the golden outline of a child ghost before it faded away for good, the body in her hands belonged to a child-and it was no dead.

Before (name) could process anything her head began to hurt, it was like a thousand different child voices were whispering into her ears all at once. Saying the same 5 things over and over again.

“SINNERS! KHAENRI’AH! ALL OF THEM!”

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

“SWEET SWEET CELESTIA, SAVIOR CELESTIA! PROPHET OF OUR GOD!”

“HERETIC, HERETIC! RHINEDOTTIR, BLASPHEMER AGAINST THE CREATOR! BURN HER!”

“THE TREE- THE TREE- THE TREE- THE TREE- THE TREE -THE TREE- THE TREE -THE TREE -THE TREE- THE TREE!”

Yet despite all those voices one seemed to overpower all of them.

“ALL HAIL THE CREATOR! ALL HAIL AASHITA!”

(name) vaguely remembered hitting the ground, it was funny she didn’t remember having stood up. She felt someone pick her up and she felt the sweet caress of a bridal carry, then nothing.

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When she woke up, she only asked freminet one question.

“If I got to snezhnaya will it make things easier for you?”

“Yes”

“Tell your father im going then” (name) turned away, desperate to understand what she saw.

End chapter.

Authors note: uhhhhhh, this ended up being more angstful than i wanted, but hope you enjoyed!

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just-dreaming-marvel · 11 hours ago

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Crimson Ties ~ 17

CRIMSON TIES MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,330ish

Summary: Everything comes crashing down.

Warning(s): rape, abuse, NSFW, death, violence, suicidal thoughts

Notes: I have seriously never written something like this. Please heed the warnings and tread carefully.

Reminder: I DO NOT do taglists. Please don’t ask. Please follow and interact! I appreciate any reblogs, likes, comments, and asks!

The next day, you went about your day as normal. When you got to your studio, there was a sticky-note on your door.

Have a meeting this morning. I’ll swing by to check in you in the afternoon. - T

You appreciated that Tony was keeping you in the loop, even if it wasn’t necessary. You go to work on a few projects that you were making: a platter for Maria and a bowl for Tony. You worked passed lunch, not even noticing.

“Knock, knock,” Tony said as he gently rapped against the door as he opened it.

You looked up with a soft smile. “Hi,” you greeted.

He leaned against the door, hands stuffed into his pant pockets. “Yelena tells me that you’ve been too preoccupied to eat.”

“Oh. I didn’t even realize what time it was.” You glanced at the clock on the wall. “I can fix us something to eat. Just let me clean up.”

“Actually, I was thinking that I could fix you up something. If that’s alright?”

“I didn’t know you cooked.”

“I dabble. You keep working and I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”

“I can help.”

“I’ll handle this. You keep working on your projects.”

Tony slipped away, leaving you alone in your studio once again. You fought the urge to follow after him. He wanted you to keep working, so you would. You lost track of time once again but eventually, Tony came and guided you out to the back patio, where he had set up lunch. You tried not to make a face at the sight of the food. You couldn’t even tell what it was supposed to be.

“It looks… good, Tony,” you forced out, still wary of the consequences that may come if you disagreed.

“Yeah? I tried.” He sat across from you at the small round table.

Tony watched eagerly as you took the first bite. You forced out a smile. “It’s great.”

“Really? Yay!” Tony dug it but as soon as the fork reached his tongue, he dropped the utensil and reached for his napkin. He spit up the food. “Stop, stop! Don’t eat it!”

“No, no. It’s fine. It’s not that bad.”

Tony jumped up and ran around the table. He gently took your wrist and pulled it away from your mouth. “I’m so sorry. This is terrible.”

“It’s fine, Tony.”

He pulled the fork from your grasp and set it on the table before his hands came up to gently hold your face. Your breath caught, but Tony didn’t notice. “I’m sorry. Like, really sorry. I’ll order us something. You deserved something better than that. Hell, I nearly killed us here. That was definitely not even close to being edible. I’m so sorry.”

“Tony, it’s fine.” Your hands shakily came up and took a hold of his wrists. It was then than Tony realized what he was doing.

“Shit, honey, I’m sorry.” He began to pulled his hands away but you gripped him a bit tighter, causing him to pause. “This is… okay?”

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“You sure? I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay… Hey, tomorrow night, how about we make dinner together? I can show you how.”

He chuckled. “I’d love that, Y/N.”

What neither of you noticed was that Maria was watching through the windows with Natasha, Steve, and Yelena. Maria had stopped by to check in on you and stumbled upon the scene she was witnessing. She looked on with pride as the two of you seemed completely enthralled with each other in your own little world.

“They are really fitting well together,” Maria commented. “They will be a very good couple.”

The two of you clean up and head back inside, surprised to see guests.

“Mom? What are you doing here?” Tony wondered.

“I just came to check on the two of you,” she replied. “I guess things are going well.”

“Sure. Except for my mess of a dinner.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” you tried to tell him again.

“I could have killed us.” You shook your head and headed for the kitchen sink. “Hey, whoa, wait.” Tony stepped in your path. “I’m cleaning this mess up. You can get back to work.”

“Tony—“

“I’m serious.”

You sighed. “Fine.” You put the dishes down on the island and turned to Maria. “It was good to see you, Maria.”

“You too, sweetie,” she said as you headed to your studio. Maria’s focus quickly fell back onto her son. “I’m so proud of you. You’re trying.”

“She deserves it,” Tony responded, getting to work on the dishes. “She deserves much more…”

“How is she?”

“She’s fine. I think. She doesn’t talk a whole lot about anything.”

“She doesn’t trust easily.”

“I can see her second guess everything I say and do. Like I will flip on her at any moment.”

“It’s going to take more than a few weeks for Y/N to stop thinking that. It could take years or a lifetime. Patience is the key with it.”

“I’m trying.”

“You’re doing more than trying, Anthony.”

“I just want her life to be better than it was before. I want her to feel safe and like she doesn’t have to walk on eggshells.”

“You’re doing that, sweetie. You’re showing her what love can be… you do love her, right?”

“I’m getting there.”

~~~

Tony and you ended up doing dinner separately because Tony had meetings come up. It was past your bedtime, but you were still in your studio. You wanted to finish the projects you were working on. You had told Clint that you were going to be in here when he showed up to switch out Yelena. Turning on music, you get focused in on painting the platter for Maria.

Tony smiled as he stepped out of his office and heard music playing from your studio. He and Clint shared a nod before he headed to his own room. Tony cleaned up for bed and stepped back into the bedroom to see Pepper leaning against the door, gun in hand.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Pepper?”

“I’m taking what I want,” she responded, angrily. “What I deserve.”

“Deserve?” Tony scoffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She lifted the gun, holding it with both her hands, aiming it at him. “I’m not kidding. You were mine first. You didn’t even want to marry that little bitch!”

“You do not get to talk about her like that!”

Pepper stepped towards him. “Then just ignore her, Tony. Come back to me.” She made her way over to him. Placing the gun above Tony’s heart, Pepper began to press kisses to Tony’s neck. “Forget about her. You know that she could never please you like I could.”

“Pepper…”

“Don’t fight it, Tony. Give in. Or I do what I came here to do.”

“And that was?”

“To kill you.”

~~~

The night seemed darker than usual as Brock and a few of his men slinked through the shadows. They took out the patrolling men outside of the house swiftly before Brock snuck in the side door. He peeked in your room, noticing how you weren’t there. He looked around the corner to see Clint standing in front of your studio. Brock smirked as he lifted his gun, a silencer on the weapon. He shot Clint twice in the abdomen, causing him to collapse on the ground. Brock moved quickly, making sure no other guards were around before slipping into your studio.

You were leaning over the table, working on painting a small flower on the platter. Brock smirked as he locked the door and began making his way to you. Your breath caught at the familiarity of his hard steps. Slowly, you turned around to see Brock coming towards you with the look of a hungry predator.

“I’m supposed to get you out of here,” he murmured. “But I can’t wait any longer.”

With rough hands, Brock tugged you into him, slamming his lips against your. His mouth moved almost violently against yours, teeth clashing and tongue dominating as he practically sucked all the breath out of you. His hands moved frantically, ripping your clothes off while tears began to cascade down your face. Brock pushed you back onto your work table, forcing your legs open as he stepped between them. He looked down at you, eyes blown wide.

“My pet,” he muttered, hand running down your naked body. “Mine to use… Mine to force heirs into… I have so many things I want to do to you and show you at the safe house. Your father let me design it myself. I’m going to take you there and we’re not going to leave until you have an heir in you. That will seal my claim to the Stane empire.”

“N-Nooo!” You shouted, thrashing around. “No! Tony! TONY!”

Brock shouted angrily at the sound of you shouting Tony’s name. He grabbed the platter you were working on and broke it against your head. Blood began trickling down your face, mixing with the tears, as you fell silent and dizzy.

“That’s better,” growled Brock.

Brock unzipped his pants and pulled himself out. You groaned in pain and whimpered, unable to fight. You cried out as he shoved himself inside of you, quickly setting a rough pace. Tears cascade down your face. Brock moaned as one of his hands gripped your neck.

“Stop crying and just take it, damn it!”

Black spots filled your vision as he squeezed your neck. There was a part of you that wished that he would just squeeze hard enough to end this all. But he never did. Because you were his play thing and he wouldn’t dare to loose that. A cry slipped past your lips, earning you a bowl broken across your head.

“You will learn to take what I give you,” Brock said. “No crying. No whining. No moaning. Nothing. You are my little pet. And you will be perfectly obedient and trained.”

You were thankful that the dizziness, tears, and blood wouldn’t allow you to see Brock clearly. It was like a protective barrier from the pain and his words. Nothing he was saying was hitting your ears correctly.

~~~

Clint groaned, barely conscious as he continued to bleed out on the floor. He knew that he couldn’t stop Brock and that Brock was in there doing unspeakable things to you. He had to try his best to stop what was happening. Glancing around, Clint’s eyes fell onto the small table with one of your vases on top of it. Summoning the rest of his energy, Clint crawled over to the table and pushed it over, sending the table and the vase crashing down.

~~~

“Shit!” Brock exclaimed. “Guess it’s time to get you out of here, sweetheart.”

Brock pulled out of you, tucked himself in, and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. He exited your studio to see that Clint had moved with the table and broken vase beside him.

“No, you don’t,” Brock grumbled, shooting Clint in the head. “Let’s get you out of here so we can finish what we started in the car. Can’t afford to miss a shot at putting an heir in you.”

~~~

“What was that?” Tony asked, hearing the vase crash. He knew that something else was going on. This didn’t feel right. In a swift movement, he took the gun from Pepper and shoved her away. “What the hell are you planning, Pepper?”

“We’re just all getting what we deserve,” she responded.

Tony rushed out of his bedroom and into the living area. He was just in time to see Brock, with you naked and thrown over his shoulder, before Brock got to the door. Tony lifted the gun.

“Stop right there, Rumlow,” Tony demanded, ignoring the buzzing of his phone in his pocket.

Brock stopped and slowly turned around, an evil grin plastered across his face. “She’s not yours, Stark. She never has been. This has been the plan all along. To take down the Stark empire.”

Tony stepped closer. “Set her down.”

“She’s mine to keep.”

Tony doesn’t waste another second. He fired the gun, hitting Brock in the abdomen. Brock cried out, crashing to the ground with you. Tony ran as fast as he could and pulled you away from Brock. He had to swallow the bile that rose as he noticed you were bleeding on your head and in between your legs. His phone buzzed against his leg again.

“I’ve got you, Y/N,” Tony whispered. “I’ve got you.”

He carefully picked you up as Steve and Peggy, who were on a date night burst through the door. They were panting, guns out, as they had taken out many of Brock’s men while others got away.

“Tony! Y/N!” Steve exclaimed.

“Take Rumlow down to the basement and make sure he doesn’t die before I get there,” Tony ordered. “Pepper is in my bedroom and I need her taken down there as well.”

“Tony, there’s—“

“NOW!”

You whimpered against Tony, only registering the volume and tone of his voice. He immediately felt guilty.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered to you. “I’m so sorry.”

Before Steve and Peggy could say anything else, Tony was carrying you to his side of the house. He opened a guest room door and quickly placed you on the bed, covering you with blankets. Tony’s phone is still ringing in his pocket, making him grow angry.

“I’ll be right back, Y/N,” he promised before rushing out of the room, leaving the door ajar. “Rhodey!” He answered. “I need—“

“Tony, listen to me,” Rhodey interrupted. “There was an attack at the house—“

“No shit! Brock raped—attacked Y/N. I need Dr. Banner, Dr. Cho, anyone over here now!”

“Tony! You have to listen to me! Dr. Banner and Dr. Cho are over here at your parents house. There was an ambush. They just pronounced your parents dead.”

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The Way Back. Epilogue

Wc: ~2.3k

Summary: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

AN: well, here we are! The end. For now? Maybe I'll do a mini series. But I'll take a break from Charlie and the boys for now. Maybe finish my other story I've neglected for over a year 🙃

Please enjoy, leave a comment, and reblog! Thank you for coming on this journey with me!!

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Previously

You turn to leave, and don't stop walking even when Steve calls your name or when Sam asks if you're okay. You walk up to Tony, and he hugs you tight. Whispering reassurances into your hair that you can't hear over the beat of his heart in your ear.

And when you pull away, you step back into a portal and disappear.

5 Months Later

"…It's a new day, brother," you hear Rhodey say, "I'll be in touch." He walks by you as you wait at the entrance to the exhibit. "Go easy on him, slugger," he pats you on the shoulder.

You slowly walk in, heels clicking softly on the hardwood. You stop next to Sam as he gazes up at the shield and an old Captain America uniform. He glances at you out the corner of his eye.

"Nice speech, Sammy," you tell him. He hums, ducking his head before he looks over at you fully. "But I know you. And this is a mistake."

Sam shakes his head, "This is bigger than me, Y/N," he sighs. He sounds tired. This decision hasn't come lightly.

"I get it," you shrug. "Probably more than anyone else. But this is a mistake. It's bullshit."

"You should like Rhodey," he rolls his eyes. Sam drapes an arm around your shoulders, and you both walk out of the Captain America exhibit.

Good. You can't really stand to be here any longer than you needed to. You only came to support Sam, even though you think him giving the shield away isn't right.

"Maybe he has a point," you tease. "Don't tell him I said that."

You share a laugh, and the weight of the day doesn't seem so heavy.

When you're outside on the lawn, Sam turns to you, hands in his pockets, "I like the arm," he nods to your right side. "Shuri?"

"Bit o'both," you hold out your right hand and wiggle your fingers. The mechanism inside the vibranium arm whirs. "Tony's design, and Shuri made it."

"Some real high-tech shit, Star Child." Sam bumps his shoulder with yours. His smile falters a little as his car is brought around by the valet. "Where's your broody other half?"

You sigh, "You know Bucky," you check the time anyway, then hum. "Court ordered therapy. God, I hate his therapist. She's such a bitch."

Sam lets out a surprised laugh, "Jeez, tell me how you really feel, baby girl." You grin. "You need a ride?" The chauffeur comes around to the back of the car to open the door for Sam. He waits for your answer with one leg in the car.

"Nah, got my own way home. I'll see you around, Sammy," you walk away, and before Sam could close the door, you walk through a portal.

It's raining when you step foot in New York. "Shit," you curse under your breath, rushing to the sushi place Bucky texted to meet him at. You shrug your blazer over your head as you cross the street and weave around people with umbrellas and barrel through the door of Izzy's. You shake out your blazer and hair as you look for Bucky.

You see his broad shoulders at the bar and step around a few people to squeeze next to him.

"Excuse me, sir, is this seat taken?" You say sweetly. You see his shoulders tense, the sushi roll halfway in his mouth as he turns to you. Before he can put the roll in his mouth, you lean in and grab his hand, moving it away from him so you can eat the whole thing in one bite. You hum, delicious.

Bucky looks half offended as you smile around chewing, "Hey-"

You peck his cheek, and he stops short, a slow smile pulling on his lips. Bucky slips out of his chair and pushes you to sit instead. There's an elderly man sitting next to you, his eyes sparkle as he looks from you to Bucky.

"Yuri, this is Y/N," Bucky introduces you. "Y/N, Yuri."

"Are you his girlfriend? He should really get laid. He's so grumpy," Yuri states bluntly. Bucky groans in surprise, and you laugh big and loud.

"James doesn't like labels," you stage whisper to Yuri. He grins and pats your hand.

"You're too pretty for him anyway," he waves a hand in the air.

"Hey - I'm right here," Bucky complains with no heat behind it.

"You look fancy, Y/N. Coming from work?" Yuri sticks another sushi roll in his mouth as he waits for an answer.

You hum, "Sort of. I was in D.C. Y'know, that Captain America exhibit and all," you try for nonchalance, but it still hurts. Stings in the worst way. Bucky places a comforting hand on your lower back.

"Bunch of bullshit, if you ask me," Yuri says.

Another surprised laugh leaves you, "You're right, it is bullshit."

"Oh God, don't encourage him," Bucky grouses.

You had heard it before you saw it. The broadcast the next day about the 'New Captain America'. You may have punched a large hole into the countertop of your kitchen island.

"…He feels like a brother, though I've never met him," you hear the TV say.

You think you hear ringing in your ears along with the crunch of granite beneath your metal fingers. You grab your jacket before you portal away.

You bang on the door until the locks click, and the door is opening.

"What the fuck was that?" you push your way past Bucky and into his apartment. It's still just as barren as when he moved in. The blanket on the floor tells you all you need to know.

Bucky grunts as he closes the door. His eyes are glazed over with angry, frustrated tears that haven't fallen yet. His arm whirs quietly as he clenches his fist.

"How much restraint did it take you not to go straight to that interview?" Bucky crosses his arms over his chest as he looks at you.

You scoff and pull your phone from your back pocket, showing him the texts from Tony.

-Don't. It's not worth it

-It's live TV, and my lawyers can only protect you so much.

-Answer my, Y/N. Or I swear to god.

-Please don't punch him on live TV. I beg you.

"I was there for 45 seconds. I got real close," you tell him.

Bucky laughs, "Glad Stark can talk you down." He tilts his head a little, "though, I would have loved to see it," he grins.

You cross the room to stand in front of him, his arms sliding away and landing on your hips. His dog tags clink between your fingers as you toy with them. Your other hand ghosts over his jaw and plays with the hair at the nape of his neck. The short hair is growing on you.

"What do you plan on doin' about it, Sarge?" You say in the space between you. Bucky hums low in his throat, leaning down to run his nose along yours.

"Maybe something reckless," he kisses the tip of your nose, "Probably stupid, really." He kisses the corner of your mouth.

"Oh yeah? You do stupid things all the time," You smile, then yelp when his fingers pinch the skin under your ribs. He smiles, then runs his fingers up your spine lazily, his breath fans across your lips as you smile against his mouth. "When do we leave?"

He hums again, "After I spend some time with my girl," you don't realize he walked you backward until you're both falling onto the couch. Bucky braces a hand next to your head as he kisses down your jaw, then neck, his blue eyes peer up at you, and you wrap a leg around his waist to bring him closer. Your metal fingers roll the dog tags between them, then pull them to bring his lips back to yours.

"Then we better get started," you say against his mouth.

"Yes, ma'am," Bucky crashes his lips against yours without any more teasing. It's hot and hurried, hands pulling and pushing. Skimming over skin and clothes. You both sink into the feeling of each other in Bucky's quiet apartment.

Before. 2012, New York City.

It was the last stop. The last Stone that needed to be placed, so nothing bad happens - time or space. Or whatever Bruce had warned.

Climbing the adjacent building's fire escape was easy, then a running start and a quick leap to the rooftop - where a woman was standing, waiting - was even easier.

She tilts her head with a polite smile, eyes appraising the man before her. "Hello, Captain Rogers," the Ancient one greets. Her posture relaxed, hands behind her back as Steve approached with a tight smile.

"Ma'am," he just nodded, opening the briefcase for her. The long green Stone lit up her features as she waves a hand over it, and it hovers out to be placed on the necklace around her throat.

The Eye opens with ease, but she pauses before placing it in. The Ancient One tilts her head again, brows furrowed. Then she looks at Steve again. Piercing crystal gray eyes pin Steve to the spot, his heart leaps against his ribs, and his hands clench at his sides.

With a flick of her fingers, the Stone was gone, back where it belonged, and Steve felt a wave of relief fall out of his chest.

Steve nods, going to retreat and activate his suit so he can get the hell out of here and be done with this.

"Do you think it is wise, Captain?" The Ancient One asks, she turns her body towards him, hands folding behind her back again.

Steve stiffens, hand already moving to put he right year into the Time GPS. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean." He tries for a polite smile, he hopes. "Ma'am."

"Time is a fickle thing, Captain. I wouldn't waste it. Unless you're 100% sure. There's no going back."

Steve's hand hesitates for a second, just a flicker of doubt. The helmet goes around his head, and he gives a small nod in farewell. His hands push the watch, and he's traveling through the Quantum Realm so fast it gives him whiplash.

He stumbles on his feet as he comes to a stop.

This isn't right. He put the right Time in. He's sure of it.

He should be in the field. You and Bucky were waiting. There were things he had to change, things left unsaid.

Steve goes to put the right Timestamp in, but nothing happens.

"No. No, no, no," his suit disappears, the watch is blank. Nothing is working.

He can't get back to you. Can't get back to Bucky. This was all a terrible mistake. He has to find a way back.

Were you thinking the worst of him right now?

He walks down the sidewalk, trying to think of any possible way to fix this. He stops and paces in a circle, worry and fear oozing out of him.

A door opens behind him, heels clicking on the wood of the porch. "Hello? Are you alright?"

The voice is familiar, soothing. Steve's breathing is erratic. It can't be. He turns on the spot. His breath catches, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Peggy…?"

"You sure he's here?" You ask Bucky. He's currently trying not to heave as he braces his hands on his knees.

He groans in discomfort, heading falling forward more, 'Ngh, yep. Arou- 'round here somewhere." He gulps a large breath before he straightens. "Don't think I'll ever get used to that," he swallows thickly.

You chuckle, shaking your head. Bucky grunts and nods his head towards the stairs.

Once Sam notices Bucky, he shakes his head and rolls his eyes. There's a small glare at you, too.

"Shouldn't have given up the shield," Bucky all but shouts.

Okay, going right into it, no problem.

"Good to see you too, Buck," Sam walks past him.

"This is wrong," Bucky says quieter as they walk past you as well.

There's a kid, well he's young. Maybe in his early 20s, a few feet behind Sam, clipboard in hand, and a little starstruck as he looks after Bucky.

"Hey," you greet him. "Names Y/N. I brought Mr. Sunshine. Sorry to derail your mission."

He perks up. Cute. "Oh my god, it's you - uh. I mean. Holy shit. I'm uh, Torres. Joaquin," he shoves his hand out for you to shake, and it's very enthusiastic. He holds onto your hand and looks down at the vibranium limb. "whoa…" It whirs slightly as you flex your fingers. "awesome…"

"I'm coming with you," Bucky shouts after Sam.

"No, you're not."

"Oh, no." You and Joaquin share a look, then you're both jogging after them.

"James, no way," you grab his arm to stop him. "You're not flying across the world, just - for what? Hey-" he tries to shrug you off, but you stop him again. "Talk to me."

"I need Sam to realize this is bigger than some nonsense he's chasing halfway across the world for. It's bigger than me, than him. Than us." You sigh and give him a nod.

You've heard this before. Hell, even you told Sam the same thing. But now? With this fake Captain America in the picture? It changes a lot of things.

"Okay, I get it. Be careful." You warn him. He runs the back of his fingers along your jaw, up your cheek, and tangles his fingers in your hair at the nape of your neck.

"Love you, doll," Bucky says, his lips brush against yours, short and sweet.

You hum, and when you pull apart, you fix him with a stern look. "You need me, you call me. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," he grins, lopsided and dopey. He holds your hand to his chest for a few heartbeats, running his thumb over your knuckles.

"Love you, too. Now go, before the plane leaves without you. I haven't mastered portalling onto fast objects yet."

Bucky laughs and pecks your lips one more time before he jogs backward until he can't, and he lifts a hand in goodbye.

You watch the plane disappear in the sky before you portal away.

The end?

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tags: @valckenaux ; @yunloyal ; @otterlycanadian ; @frickin-bats ; @leahmck ; @8812-342

#the way back #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes #the end?

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caprisunisa · 20 hours ago

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𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ౨ৎ

how they admit they love you ᡣ𐭩

jojo’s from part 𝟣- part 𝟥

𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 ౨ৎ phantom blood

dio and jonathan always had their problems and disputes, but this time it went to far. a simple debate over chess lead to the both of them being bloody and bruised.

but like the good best friend you were, you immediately sat him down and began to clean and bandage him up despite his reluctance. "please [ name ] i assure you i’m fine…" he mumbled, making his busted lip bleed and sting even more, as you sat him down on his bedroom floor.

God knows where dio had disappeared to after whispering curses under his breath at jonathan before leaving the manor, but in the moment you didn’t care. your only concern was jonathan’s wounds and wellbeing.

the way your soft hands moved gently but fast made him feel at ease and calmed his rush of adrenaline from getting his anger out. your words came out in gibberish as you were too concentrated on helping jonathan to even care about his questions.

"jonathan, just please stop this, he’s not worth it" you pleaded finally forming a sentence that made sense as tears welled up in your eyes.

the way your hands began to shake, your voice broke and tears slowly rolled down your cheeks, you didn’t even use his nickname jojo, made jonathan guilty in his actions as he didn’t even think the way these constant battles effected you. the way seeing you like this effected him.

he finally looked into your eyes after just looking down in shame and that’s when it hit him;

he loved you.

he loved the way you stood up to anyone for him, he loved the way you were simply yourself around anyone, he loved the way you would always help out when there was a mess near you. he just loved everything about you.

"i love you [ name ]"

"i love you too jojo"

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 ౨ৎ battle tendency

"what do you want jojo ?" you scowled to the lurking and annoying presence creeping behind you, it was a daily occurrence for the both of you. he would annoy you and you’d scold him.

"you wound my heart [ n/n ] !" he dramatically pouted at you making you roll your eyes and walk away. this was caesar or suzi . "but anyways i was thinking do you wanna hang out?"

you thought about it and what else you could really do: caesar and suzi q were out, probably on a date, and you already finished the training lisa lisa gave you for the day. so there was nothing else for you to do except walk around or read.

"alright, don’t make it a habit to ask me to hang out though" you replied with a shrug making joseph ruffle your hair and scoop you up.

this took you by surprise making you bang his back with your fist, which you infused with hamon, but you didn’t want to admit it. "jojo, put me down !"

soon enough, you both arrived at the dock and sat next to each other looking up at the afternoon sky basking in the italian sunlight.

the conversation lead in different directions such as who got the most damage on the pillar men to what they’d name their children.

"so do you think you’d ever get married?" you asked admiring the vast blue sea, not noticing joseph’s sly smirk towards you.

"well, it’s crossed my thoughts, but i think i have someone in mind" joseph shrugged making you a bit surprised.

"really? i saw you to be the bachelor type" you giggled and nudged his shoulder with hamon infused for extra measure.

"that’s offensive isn’t it, love" joseph mumbled rubbing the arm he got nudged on.

"well, describe them to me lover boy" you smiled intrigued to know who had your frenemies heart.

"she has smooth [ s/c ] skin, beautiful [ h/c ] hair, eyes you could get lost in and a wicked sense of style and personality-" joseph ranted making you raise your eyebrows.

"hold it there jojo, just say it’s me" you giggled getting straight to the point and kissing his cheek.

"shush, let me have this moment" he hushed you with a finger on his lips. "but yes, i love you"

𝐉𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐉𝐎 ౨ৎ stardust crusaders

it was obvious to everyone that jotaro had a problem expressing his emotions, which is why people would depend on star platinum to show how he’s really feeling.

you and jotaro were walking around cairo to spend some time away from the group as a duo. the beaming sun left your whole body sweating snd struggling to keep up with jotaro’s long strides.

"ugh jojo wait up, i’m about to die back here" you exaggerated fanning yourself with your manicured hands to sell the act, making jotaro turn around with a scowl.

"you thought to get your nails done but not bring a hat or some sort ?" jotaro rolled his eyes and walking back to you. "just take my damn hat and quit the puppy eyes" he groaned taking off his hat to put on your head.

"better ?" he asked with his lips curled into a grin which could only be seen if you were close, in his opinion you looked more beautiful then you usually do with his signature hat.

you nodded in reply and began walking away not noticing star platinum smile at jotaro and do heart symbols at you, causing him to roll his eyes and stay behind you.

"oh and jotaro, love ya !" you grinned running back to kiss him leaving him in shock with a blush evident on both him and star platinum’s faces.

"good grief, i like you too"

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jonathan joestar x reader #joseph joestar x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #phantom blood #battle tendency #stardust crusaders #jonathan joestar #joseph joestar #jotaro kujo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo #jjba x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure x reader

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TFA Ratchlock idea in that ratchet got himself trained and modded to take that giant warframe spike. It’s so worth it to valve dom the infamous Deadlock.

"W-whouh Doc. You sure I should go all in before prepping you?" The worriedness was warranted, as the mech currently over top the medic was big. Much bigger than the civilian frame, he only came up to the bottom of his pelvis.

And his spike, was as long as the docs forearm.

"I can take it. I've prepared." He hooked his thumbs into his valve, pushing back the folds to reveal a stretched and ready to use valve. It made Deadlocks spike pulse in want. A growl leaving his intake as he dug into the sides of his lover, forcing himself to calm down.

"You are ruining me Ratty." He growled out. Bumping his spike head to the puffy valve without going in. No not yet he still wants to tease just for a little bit longer.

The slow push up and down, coating his spike in the sweet sticky substance that Ratchet's valve produces. Oh it was already intoxicating, the smell of pre transfluid mixed with lubricant was making his processor shut down.

Making way to the more feral needs to fuck, bite, and breed the one down below him. Almost compleatly forgetting that the other was half his size.

Well half his size. But still strong as fuck, especially with his magnet mods. That he used on him to flip him onto the ground. Deadlock didn't even get time to wonder what the frag was happening before his spike head was touching the outer port of a valve, then it slid in, all the way.

First it was the entire head that dissapered into the medics valve, then inch by inch, more and more dissapered inside, but reappeared as bumps on the medics plating.

Ratchet was surely teasing him when he rubbed his spike through his own plating. No, not only teasing it. But showing exactly where it was in his own body before he came to a compleat hault.

It was almost all the way inside, the only reason it was not was because his forge was closed, bolted down. No surprise sparkling while a war was happening.

Frag what wouldn't Deadlock get to see Ratchet so stuffed full with his bittys. He would love and care for the both of them. He could run away from the war altogether. If only Ratchet would be so kind to remove the bolt, he could give in to that fabric very quickly.

But no more time to really dwell on that, as Ratchet grabbed at his knees to help him stand. Getting all of the way up, and almost poping out his spike. But he paused right there, moved his hips in a circular motion, teasing his tip, before lowering back down just as slowly as the first time.

He kept up this rhythm, down and up, teasing the head of his spike, before going back down.

Deadlock whined at their slow pace, he wanted fast, brutal fucking. But trying to reach for his hips had his arms being slapped away.

"Let's me take care of you." Was all he said before he slammed all the way down into one fast motion. Deadlock opened up his mouth in a scilent scream of pleasure before it morphed into a growl when it went back to its slow pace.

Fine two can play that game.

He bucked up as Ratchet fell. The medic gripping at his knees to keep himself calm, his optics brightening up as his spike kissed at the bolt. Perhaps if he continued he could break the bolt and give Ratty what he truely wants.

Perhaps that was his feral processor talking at the moment. But at this point he was willing to try anything to see the medic sparked up by him.

Of course in the end nothing worked, the bolt was still fully intact, transfluid coating both of their platings mostly inside Ratchet, who was shaking in overcharge, sparks jumping from his plating as his legs shook with overstimulation.

Useing his size to his advantage Deadlock grabbed Ratchet and slowly pulled him off, a big pool of transfluid slipped from his overused valve. Making the medic whine at its loss, or was it the loss of his spike?

Either way he whined at its loss. Before moaning loudly when his back was pinned to the floor.

"Oh my dear Ratty. You thought this was over? No. You are mistaken. I intend to fill you up more. Desposet every last drop of transfluid into you. Wouldn't you like that?"

Ratchet could only let out a useless whimper and a nod. Deadlock let his fangs show in his feral grin.

He slipped right back in to the delicious heat.

#valveplug #tfa #ratchlock #tfa ratchet #tf deadlock #yaya writes #writing request

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be my angel | four - late september 1991

warnings: swearing

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September moves so slowly that Ted almost thinks that time isn’t passing at all. Now that they’ve mailed the pictures to the publishers of the magazine, there’s not a lot left to do. Nick had been overruled very quickly, and the close-up she’d taken had made it into the batch that got sent in.

Two weeks later, things feel rather normal again.

Ted leans against the wall of the elevator as it rumbles up to their floor. She’s about one tantrum away from quitting this babysitting job, even if it pays significantly more than her last job. This child was slowly turning into an absolute nightmare, and Ted really isn’t sure how much more of this she can take.

As she unlocks the grate she is greeted with the by now familiar sight of Nick coming down the stairs from the loft. He waves when he notices her.

“You look like you’ve been through hell.” he chuckles.

Ted toes off her shoes before she drops her bag next to them.

“I think this child is the devil. Only marginally better than the girl from the Exorcist.” she sighs, shaking her head.

She hears Nick laugh as she passes him on her way to the sofa, but she can’t bring herself to turn back to acknowledge it.

She flops down on the sofa with a groan. She’s sure that she has multiple scratches on her arm too. It honestly doesn’t surprise her that these people can’t keep a babysitter.

Nick slumps down on the other end of the sofa, “Maybe it’s time to get out of there again.”

Ted tries to get a glimpse at him, but from this angle she can barely see him.

“Do you know how much they pay me to watch that little demon?”

“Not worth it if it makes you feel this bad.” he offers, “Look for something better and get out of there.”

Their conversation drifts on for a while longer before Nick declares that he wants to keep working on a song. Ted watches as he climbs up the stairs again, but manages to avert her gaze just as Nick turns towards her again.

She remains where she is – flat on her back – for a while longer.

Eventually, Ted removes herself from the sofa to pop a bowl of leftovers into the microwave. It’s almost six and Noah should be home in a bit, but Ted honestly does not want to wait for him today. She retreats into the sanctity of her bedroom to eat in silence.

Through the open window, she hears the noise of the street below. Her head buzzes with the beginnings of a thunderous headache.

With the empty bowl placed on her desk, Ted lies down on top of the bed again. As much as she tries to deny it – she feels lost.

The high of shooting the show and getting everything for the magazine ready has long worn off. She can’t remember if she’s ever felt the way she had during the show. The adrenaline that had come with it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. And now she’s left in this odd limbo.

The conversation she had with Nick a while back still swirls around her head. She had enjoyed the whole process of it, and maybe – in a subconscious way — she had made herself believe that it hadn’t impacted her in the slightest. She’s starting to realise that maybe trying out this new thing has opened a door for her.

Before she gets to indulge the thought much further, she hears the door to the apartment slam shut.

“Nick?” she hears Noah yell, “Nick! Get down here. I got it. It’s here.”

A moment later, she hears Nick bolt down the stairs. Ted drags herself up and out of bed to see what all the excitement is about. She opens her bedroom door just in time to see them meet in the middle of the living room.

“Let me see.” Nick says excitedly, yanking what looks to be a CD from Noah’s hands.

Ted remembers to get her camera from the dining table. She’s been trying to capture more impromptu moments to train her eye for those little scenes. She stays in the background as Nick tears into the plastic film.

She snaps a few pictures while the boys insert the CD into the stereo, already caught up in a heated discussion over the contents of the album.

Nick remains sitting on the floor, but scoots back so that he can lean against the sofa. He ends up sitting right in front of where Ted is already sitting with her legs pulled up against her chest.

Noah finally presses play, and the first scrappy sounds blare out of the speakers.

There’s something raw about it.

And while Ted maybe can’t relate to the emotion behind it, she’s still able to understand it – at least she thinks so.

She looks down to where Nick is sitting in front of her. His head is tipped back as he listens intently. Ted can’t look away from him, not even when his eyes open to meet hers. Nick holds her gaze for a long moment. He gives her a barely there smile before he leans forward to pick up the CD case from the coffee table. Ted watches over his shoulder as he studies the credits at the back of the booklet. She can’t make out any of the names from her position, but she assumes that they mean at least something to Nick.

As the album continues, Ted finds herself surprised again and again. This album is unlike anything she’s ever heard. In a way, she finds herself reminded of how she felt when Noah played her Psychocandy for the first time. It doesn’t sound anything like Nevermind, but the amount of noise she finds herself faced with feels similar to her. Ted thinks that she’ll need a few listens to really get into this, but she can see herself enjoying it. The boys’ excitement certainly helps to convince her.

Ted is somehow still not used to the fact that people at this bar are starting to recognise her. They have their regular spot in the back of the room, a cramped little table that is usually occupied by someone from their group. When Noah and Ted arrive on that evening, they find Folio trying to work through some sort of paperwork. From the way he stuffs the papers into the inside of the jacket, Ted assumes that he doesn’t want to talk about it. A small part of her wants to push, ask him, but at the same time putting him on the stop like that doesn’t feel right either.

Instead, she asks him about the apartment he’d looked at earlier that week. The immediate disappointment on his face tells her that he still hadn’t found a place.

The conversation drifts from one thing to another and eventually, Ted makes her way over to the bar to pick up more drinks.

Ted hops onto one of the barstools, waiting for Nick to find her.

She watches as he talks and laughs with another patron. Her eyes find his hands. She’s always been a little fascinated by the ink that decorates his skin. Ted watches as he finishes drying off the glass in his hands. At first, seeing all of these tattoos had scared her a little, even the few Noah has are new and novel to her. Growing up she’s always been told that only people who account for nothing end up with tattoos, violent delinquents, punks or whatever subgroup they could come up with.

These people were none of that — Nick was none of that. He’s kind and softer than he likes to admit. He gives his last dollar to the homeless man who sits on the corner they pass on their way from the Bell Tower to the apartment. He’s been trying to make up for sleeping on their sofa with breakfast and sandwiches. He —

“Teddie?” A hand waves in front of her face, “Ted?”

She shakes herself out of her stupor.

“Everything okay?” there's a smidgen of concern in his voice that makes Ted’s heart clutch a little.

“Sorry, just kinda – zoned out for a moment.” she shakes herself a little, “We need new drinks and can you give me a bag or two of chips?”

“Hungry?”

“Starving actually.”

Nick hums in acknowledgement.

He hands her three bottles and two of the small bags of chips they keep below the counter.

“I’ll put it on the tab. Remind Noah that you’ll have to pay it at some point. Please.”

She hops off the chair again, “I’ll try my best.”

Ted is back at their table for maybe twenty minutes when Nick shows up at their table again. He places a plate with a sandwich in front of her. He sets another plate down before he pulls one of the free chairs away from the table and plants himself in it.

“Wait, why am I not getting anything?”

“Did you want a sandwich?” Nick asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

“No, but why is Ted getting something, and I’m not?”

Nick shakes his head, “Because Ted said that she’s hungry.”

He takes a healthy bite out of his, and that finally kicks Teddie into action again.

Ted lifts the top slice of the sandwich to see what Nick had prepared for her. She finds carefully shingled tomatoes between the slices, a healthy helping of pepper and a good layer of mayo – her favourite. Ted can’t fight the warmth that blossoms in her chest.

She can’t remember when she told Nick about this, but the fact that he remembered at all makes her feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy on the inside.

She’s halfway through her sandwich when the next character enters the stage.

Matt, still clad in the video store polo, slides into the booth next to Noah. From how out of breath he is, Ted thinks that he rushed to her there. And Ted isn’t sure that she’s ever seen Matt rush anyway.

He takes a few laboured breaths before he slams a plastic bag onto the table.

“You will not believe what I found.” he begins, “Davis got a call about some old guy’s archive being up for sale. Lots of weird porn – but some treasures too.”

He reveals a plain VHS case with a simple, formerly white sticker on the front. The handwriting is nearly impossible to make out with how yellowed it is.

“Highest quality tape of Night of the Living Dead I’ve ever seen.” his excitement immediately colours off on Nick.

“Full version too, as far as I could see.” Matt continues.

The rest of their conversation quickly becomes background noise in Ted’s mind as she zeros in on Nick. She shouldn’t stare like this, but seeing him talk so animatedly makes her feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

Her attention is pulled elsewhere, when Folio wraps her up in a different conversation.

“Nick said you’re photographing more shows?” he asks, leaning into her space a little more.

“I’m thinking about it at least.”

“I saw the pictures. You should absolutely do it.” Folio says with that bright, boyish smile of his, “I thought they were really good.”

“That’s very nice, Nick.” she replies, “He’s introduced me to some people earlier. I think this could be fun.”

He gives her that bright, sparkly-eyed smile, “They should all hire you. If you ever need a helping hand, I’m available. I can borrow my mom’s car or something.”

Ted has to admit that his effort is admirable. And honestly, she can’t deny that he’s cute. His enthusiasm is infectious and when he giggles like he does whenever Ted says something marginally funny she usually finds herself laughing along with him. He reminds her of a boy she went to school with, a year younger than her but practically attached to her from the moment she’d said thank you to him once.

“Ted?” Noah asks, waving his fingers in front of her face, “Move night after Nick’s shift?”

“We have absolutely nothing at home. You didn’t do groceries this week.” she states blankly.

“Okay game plan. I’m getting Jesse and something to drink, you and Folio – snacks. Matt? Do you have one of those cables for VCR? Ours has been acting up.”

Watching Noah delegate people like that always amuses her. Somehow, out of all of them, Noah is the guy with the plan. And at the same time, he can barely bring himself to listen to more than two sentences of most conversations. Sometimes Ted thinks that he’d lose his head if it wasn’t screwed on tight.

With the plan set up, they all go their separate ways. Ted tries to remind Noah that he needs to pay off their tab, but she’s sure that he is so focused on his plan that he’s not listening to anything else.

He joins her and Folio for a little while until he has to make a right to get to where Jesse lives.

Ted knows that there’s a 7-11 on the way from the Bell Tower back to the apartment – they’ve stopped there plenty of times on their drunken walks back home.

They end up with two full baskets of various snacks. She knows that Matt will devour at least a bag of chips at least on his own, and she’d rather have too much than too little in the house.

Folio insists on carrying their bags on his own, and Ted does feel a little awkward walking next to him empty-handed, but she’s willing to let him have this.

“The auto shop isn’t exactly where I see myself for the rest of my life, but it’s good money.” Folio explains, “It’s work, you know?”

Ted thinks back to the conversations she’s had with Nick about the matter.

“What would you do if it wasn’t about the money?” she asks as they wait for the light to turn green again.

Nick thinks for a moment, scrunching up his brows in thought.

“If I wouldn’t have to worry about money — I think I’d be in a band.”

“You play an instrument?”

“I wouldn’t say play. I don’t have a lot of time for it at the moment.”

The little trace of sadness in his voice is glaringly obvious, and it makes her heart clutch a little.

“I’ve never seen you play anything.”

“I don’t have my own kit anymore, but Matt lets me use his sometimes,” he explains.

“Can’t you just play in a band for fun?”

Folio gives a cynical little laugh in response, “I don’t think I’m good enough for that. And regardless of that, I don’t think my dad would let me.”

Ted wants to say more, but Nick quickly changes the topic, and she gets the feeling that she’s hit a topic he doesn’t want to elaborate on right now. She doubts that Matt would let anyone that he didn’t deem good enough near his drums. She’s seen first hand how protective he is of them.

Noah and Jesse haven’t made it back to the apartment when they get there. Ted assumes that they got held up somewhere. With how many people they both know, it wouldn’t surprise her if they got wrapped up in a conversation somewhere.

Folio helps her distribute the snacks around the living room.

They’re just getting the popcorn Noah will undoubtedly demand ready when the elevator rattles up to their floor.

The grate is pushed open, revealing Noah and Jesse.

Noah presses an awfully wet kiss to her cheek when he figures out that she remembered the popcorn without him having to mention it.

“You’re an angel, Ted. A real blessing.” he sing-songs with his arms still wrapped around her.

Ted isn’t sure that he hasn’t already tasted whatever liquor they bought.

The next ones to show up are Matt, and who Ted learns is Davis. She’s seen him around the Bell Tower a few times, but she’s never been able to put a name to his face.

“And you’re sure that Nick is coming?” Matt asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Ted knows that he’ll come, his things are still stashed away in the loft. But she doesn’t know if they know that he’s been sleeping on their sofa for the past few weeks. And so Ted remains quiet.

“He said he’ll come.” Noah argues, probably thinking the same thing she is.

“Wouldn’t be the first time he just doesn’t show up.” Matt grumbles in response.

Ted makes a mental note to ask Noah about this at a later date.

She still feels as if she has to catch up on so much history. No matter how much Noah fills her in on, there are still so many open questions, and sure, some of it just isn’t her business. At the same time, Ted sure would like to know why Nick isn’t even looking for a place of his own. It’s not like he’s not contributing, he picks up groceries and dinner, just like they do, but there’s never been an explanation.

Ted swaps the CD from the Metallica album Nick made her put on to one of the albums Jesse had recently shoved into her hands. She’s sure that it’s a game to them by now. It’s not as if she minds it – she’s happy to get to know more things.

With the boys being busy with a heated discussion about something she’s missed entirely, they don’t hear the sound of the doorbell. Ted leans against the door when she picks the receiver.

“Hello?” she asks, clamping the receiver between her ear and shoulder.

“Can you buzz us in?” Nick’s voice sounds from the crackling speaker.

Like everything in this place, it’s on its last leg, too. One of these days, the building will just crumble around them – Ted is sure of it.

“Buzzer’s not working again.” Ted replies quickly, “I’ll come down and let you in.”

She quickly pulls on her trainers before she plucks her keys from the shelf next to the door.

The ride down to the ground-floor feels endless.

Her mind jumps back to what Nick had said a moment ago.

Buzz us in.

For a brief second, a pang of entirely misplaced jealousy shoots through her. Noah would have mentioned if Nick was seeing someone. And even if he is with someone, Ted has no reason to feel jealous.

They’re barely friends.

She doesn’t get to be jealous.

That is so far off the table that she suddenly feels a little ridiculous. Ted tries to shove the feeling to the very back of her mind. She isn’t even sure if she likes Nick like that and much less if he’d like her like that. Or if he’s even interested in being with someone at all. She knows so little about him now that she thinks about it.

The elevator comes to a rattling halt. And by the time Ted opens the grate, she’s excited to see Nick.

When she pulls open the door, she finds herself faced with Nick and Jolly, making her feel even sillier about her earlier bout of jealousy.

Nick stamps out his cigarette, dropping the butt into a nearby sewer grate.

She steps out of the way, allowing Jolly into the hallway. There’s a faint smell of a warm, spice heavy fragrance on him that lingers in her nose as he passes her. She’s never smelled it on him, not that she knows exactly what Jolly smells like. But it stands out enough for her to notice it.

Nick steps into the hallways after him.

“He’s in a real mood today.” Nick grumbles, “Should have left him to stew at the bar.”

Ted can’t help but feel amused. All they do is complain about how grumpy the others are, but Ted knows that deep down they’re all rather fond of each other.

She catches a glimpse of Jolly marching up the stairs when she enters the hallway. Considering what Nick said, she leaves him be and instead follows Nick into the elevator.

“Are we the last ones?” he asks as he pulls the grade shut behind her.

Ted nods, “Matt was sure that you wouldn’t come.”

Nick lets out a sharp laugh, “Of course. You miss one studio day and suddenly, you’re the devil.”

Somehow, Ted had known that it wouldn’t be that deep.

“Also, I wasn’t going to miss you seeing this for the first time. Noah didn’t sleep for two nights straight after Matt made him watch it.” Nick continues with a chuckle, “That’ll be just as much entertainment as the movie itself.”

It takes people a moment to arrange themselves around the living room, and Ted ends up squished in between both Nicks. Maybe she does it subconsciously, but she keeps scooting closer to the older Nick. Every time something scary happens on screen – which happens to be often – Ted shifts just a little bit closer towards him. Nick seems to think that the whole thing is terribly amusing. At some point, he’d looped his arm over her shoulder. She’s grateful for the comfort, but at the same time it makes her cheeks heat up a little. Ted is suddenly awfully glad that everyone seems to be focused on the movie, and no one has the mind to comment on how she’s practically curled against Nick’s side.

His fingers play with the edge of her sleeve. Once in a while, she feels the tips of his fingers brush against her skin, and the minimal touch sends a shiver down her spine. Ted sinks a little further against his side. This kind of touch is a little new to her, but she likes being this close to him.

Denying that she has some kind of interest in Nick feels silly by now. She won’t deny that her heart thumps a little harder when he’s close to her like this. At the same time, she doesn’t want to get too invested in this because reading Nick is about as easy as trying to understand what a brick wall is trying to communicate. For now, she’ll indulge in this.

“Come on, won’t be long until the weather turns shit. We have to use the good weather.” Noah sounds a little like a child trying to barter with their parent, “And you said it yourself, you’ve never been to Coney Island. You can live here for this long and not go.”

Ted knows him well enough to know that Noah has already bullied everyone else into coming. If she says no now they’ll still go, and she’ll miss out on a nice day with her friends.

“Fine.”

Noah gives her a bright smile, “I’ll get you the biggest pretzel. It’ll be great.”

A few hours later, Ted finds herself squished into a metro car between Noah and Jesse. They’re meeting up with the rest of the group at the entry to the grounds. The Nicks have been out on a band related errand, something about picking up equipment that Ted hadn’t entirely understood.

They’re already waiting by the time the three of them make their approach. The only one Ted can’t immediately spot is Matt. Davis quickly waves them over, directing their attention to a phone booth a little ways down the street.

“He’s talking to that person again. The options we’ve ruled out so far are dealer and prostitute.” Davis explains.

Ted shoots a questioning look towards him. Davis drapes an arm across her shoulder, “Matt always talks to some person on the phone. We have no idea who it is. So far, we’ve decided that it’s the same person every time. I don’t know how many people he’d need to call on a regular basis like this. Oh, he usually calls after six. Varying days. I’m saying girlfriend. Noah has suspected multiple, which I think is ludicrous — don’t get me wrong, whatever floats your boat, but look at him — that guy doesn’t have enough game for more than one girl.”

Ted only follows his explanation to a degree, but being let in on their little routines and jokes makes her chest feel a little lighter.

When Matt notices the group practically staring in his direction, he lets out a sigh so exasperated that they can see it from where they’re standing. Instinctively, Ted pulls out her camera, snapping a picture just as Matt holds his middle finger up towards them.

The group bursts into laughter at his discontent with their antics.

When Matt finishes his phone call, their group finally makes its way onto the grounds. Ted moves through the group until she finds her way to Nick.

“Noah said you have shows planned in October?” She asks, trying to sound nonchalant about it.

Ted doesn’t want to assume that they’ll ask her to come with, although she really would not mind it.

Nick hums in agreement, “I was going to ask you if you want to come along for some of them at least? I know you’ll be busy with school, but —” he trails off into his usual gesticulating.

“No, I'd love to. I didn’t want to assume, so I thought I’d ask.”

“Always assume that I want —” He starts, “I — I mean assume that we want you to come with us.”

For a very brief second, Ted feels herself grow a little warm, before she quickly shakes the feeling off again.

They’re barely friends.

Before she gets to debate that feeling in her chest more a hand curls around her arm, “We gotta go on that.”

Folio points towards the large rollercoaster

“Absolutely not.”

“Come on.” he whines, tugging on her arm, “It’ll be fun.”

Noah quickly involves himself, draping his arm across her shoulder, “Yeah come on Ted, maybe you can get someone to hold your hand again.”

She shoves her elbow into his side as best as she can, and Noah lets out a pained yelp in response.

“Fine, I won’t hold your hand.” Noah says with mock disappointment lacing his words, “We should still go.”

She eventually relents and lets Noah and Folio drag her towards the queue. Davis and Matt join them. Nick and Jesse wait for them, and Nick offers to hold on to Ted’s camera for her.

When she turns to check on them, just before their group is let on the ride, she finds Nick already looking out for her, and suddenly she wishes that she had convinced him to come too.

“Don’t chicken out now.” Folio says, turning back to her, “It’s not nearly as bad as it looks.”

Maybe now would be a good time to tell him that she’s not exactly the biggest fan of heights. Ted decides that she’ll bite her way through this if she has to, in the name of doing new things and all that.

Her pulse is racing when they’re entering the carriages. Ted ends up in a row with Folio in the back of the carriage. Noah finds himself seated next to a kid from a different group, who looks as if he is about one bump away from emptying the contents of his stomach.

Ted tries her best to focus on the sounds around her, the noise of the crowd, the faint rushing of water in the distance. She can see that Folio is talking to her, but she honestly cannot bring herself to listen right now.

Their carriage begins to rattle up the steep incline and Ted curses her inability to say no to Noah. As the wagon tips them over the crest of the ride, her hand grips into Folios forearm. After the first big dip and incline it doesn’t feel so bad anymore. The wind that whips through her hair, takes her mind off the discomfort in her tummy. And when the sea finally comes into view, Ted feels shockingly light.

Nick and Jesse meet them at the exit of the ride and Ted — subconsciously — beelines towards Nick. He listens to her account of the ride with rapt attention and continues to do so as they make their way through the crowds to the next destination. They pass by one the carnival game booths and naturally, the boys break into a healthy bit of competition. Folio has seemingly made it his mission to win the big teddy bear for Ted, proclaiming that she’s meant to have it. Deep down, Ted knows what he’s doing, and she does feel a little bad about the fact that he’s doing it all in vain. But discouraging him when he seems to be having such a grand time with this little game doesn’t feel right either.

She’ll have to let him down gently before long.

For now she continues to snap pictures of him as he takes aim. Noah walks a thin line between making fun of his effort and cheering him on with his little jabs. Teddie tries her best to keep her laughter contained, even when Nick cracks up himself.

With all her attention focused on Folio, she hasn’t noticed that Nick has slipped away.

She only realises when he returns, “Corndog or funnel cake?”

“I’m sorry what?”

“Which one do you want? We can share.”

“You can have the corndog but I’m willing to part ways with a bit of the funnel cake.”

They end up sitting on the steps of the booth, trading bites of their snacks with each other and Ted has to remind herself that they are barely friends. Maybe after today they’re a little more friends than they were before.

The little bubble of a moment is shattered when Folio announces his triumphant victory and presents her with his spoils of war. Despite the fact that she does not share his infatuation, she can still appreciate the effort he put in. Ted awards him with a kiss to his cheek, even though she knows that she probably promotes a wrong idea with that. The sight of his bright pink cheeks quickly fades into the background when Nick lets out a huff next to her.

She tries to read the expression on his face, but comes to the conclusion that jealous cannot be the right answer.

Before she can think about it more, their group decides to move on.

The day slowly comes to an end and they all decide to stay for the fireworks at the end of the night. Ted finds herself sitting next to Nick once again. With the sun disappearing from sight, a slight chill has settled over her body. The thin sweater that Ted had picked out this morning, does very little to keep her warm. She shuffles a little bit closer towards Nick, hoping that the bit of warmth that drifts from him will warm her up again. They sit like this for the while, the conversations of their friends sounding all around them. And just when Ted has resigned herself to the chill she feels something being draped over her shoulders. She pulls Nick’s jacket a little closer around her shoulders.

“Thank you.” Ted says quietly, not quite daring to look at him.

“You were shivering.” Nick responds just as quietly, “Is that better?”

Teddie gives a nod in response, “A lot. Still wish I had worn something else.”

“I like what you’re wearing — it — you — I like it.” He stammers, much to Ted's entertainment.

His flustered face brings a smile to her face. Ted drops her head to his shoulder, allowing the exhaustion of the day to take over her body. A few beats later she feels a warm hand at the small of her back.

There’s something comfortable about this, being close to Nick like this. He feels warm and solid next to her and Ted wonders if he feels the same way about her. For now she’s content with this, the comfort of feeling like she’s a part of this group and not just the lost puppy Noah brought along one day.

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sysig · 2 years ago

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Your Weekly TV Guide

On Tuesday you can expect:

2:30 PM: Birthday! 🎉

And Wednesday:

2:30 PM: Mother 3 - Duster

Thursday:

2:30 PM: AGE - Yves

Friday:

2:30 PM: Star Control II

Saturday:

2:30 PM: Sona daily goings-on

Sunday:

2:30 PM: Deltarune

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#Weekly TV Guide #Surprise! Got you on a Monday so no Monday this week #If only my birthday had been just one day earlier eh ♪ Ah well another time perhaps lol #Getting use to things again! For now it's all in getting caught up - if you can believe it most of these are on the same page as my last set #October just put a whole big roadblock in my way haha ♪ But I really enjoyed this season :) I hope you did too!#It also gave me a chance to work on something behind the scenes :3c #Remember how last year that big Edgar/Spamton fusion came out after everything 'cause it had been my warmup?#Well I've got a little something up my sleeve from this year as well ♪ Warmup projects are a really great way of just Moving through stuff #There'll be a few regular warmups before that tho haha - it took a bit for it to settle #Just gives me a bit more time to work on it lol - gonna keep chipping away at it!#So for now ♪ Enjoy :3c #I just know I'll be chomping at the bit in like a week in lol

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paragonrobits · 1 year ago

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some important calvin and hobbes facts in case you haven't read the original comic strip in a long time or only absorbed stuff on it from memes and out of context bits on here:

Calvin's last name has never been given, and neither has any of his parent's names. This was actually why his uncle Max only showed up for a brief storyline; the creator of the comic, Bill Watterson, ultimately felt that while it was fine to have him as someone for his parents to talk to, it felt far too awkward to never have Max refer to them by name and he never made a return appearance.

The general tone of the comic is fairly light-hearted, with a big emphasis on goofy slapstick comedy contrasted by clever wordplay and often surprising adult-centered jokes that'll hit you like a slap. A big part of the comedy is, as Watterson put it (paraphrased) "It's really funny to me when people express deeply stupid ideas with really fancy terminology." One notable example you might have seen is that one bit where Calvin asks his mom for money to buy a Satan-worshiping rock album and his mom replies that there's nothing genuine about them and they're just putting on the attitude for shock value, and comisserates with Calvin as he deplores that mainstream nihilism can't be trusted. He concludes that childhood is disillusioning.

There is a LOT of criticism of the extreme materialism and selfish mentality of the late 80s, when the comic was initially written. This may go a long way to explain how its aged so well; much of what it criticizes resonates well with people today.

Bill Watterson views comic strips a legitimate form of artwork, and repeatedly fought to have more space to draw more beautiful and artistic backgrounds, which was a very hard fight and unpopular even with other comic strip artists. He eventually did win some compromises and a lot of Calvin And Hobbes' artwork shows it, with the use of space to indicate time as well as a sharp contrast between the often plain environments of mundane life contrasted by the wildly beautiful imagery of Calvin's imagination (which often sports realistic depictions in an art shift of sorts).

Hobbes is explicitly not an imaginary friend, by word of Watterson himself. We don't know WHAT he is exactly, and Hobbes is apparently unaware of the strange nature of his reality; people look at him and only see an ordinary stuffed tiger plushie, but he has a tangible effect on the world that would be physically impossible for Calvin to do on his own. He's apparently been around for a while, and was apparently around when Calvin was a young baby.

On that note; Hobbes has implicitly killed (notably treated as both a gag and also with the vibe of 'he's a tiger, duh') and while he doesn't do it again on-screen, he doesn't have any moral issues about it. Calvin claims that he's never had trouble bringing Hobbes to school because the last time he did, Hobbes killed and ate a bully named Tommy Chestnut and simply comments that it was gross and he needed a bath. Calvin's tried to repeat this again, but Hobbes was grossed out at the thought having to eat a kid raw and not being allowed to use an oven first, or complaining that children are too fattening.

Hobbes became gradually less human-like in body language and more like an actual cat in both body language and behavior; this was due to Watterson drawing more inspiration from his cat, who also inspired a lot of Hobbes' running gags, such as pouncing on Calvin when he got home. Several years into the syndication of the strip, Watterson's cat passed away, and he did a tribute to her with a comic strip of the two of them agreeing to try to dream together so they can keep playing when they have to sleep; Watterson's commentary (if I recall right), remarks on his cat: "We can see each other again in dreams."

#calvin and hobbes #queued

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screampied · 7 months ago

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#THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY. g. suguru

☆ sum. the last thing you’d expect for a surprise birthday present by your friends was a visit to a men’s strip club. geto suguru—your dancer’s got it all. tall, handsome, and he wants waaay more than just thirty minutes with you.

wc. 6.9k (h.. haha)

warnings. fem! reader, stripper au, stripper! geto, unprotected, lap dancīng, dry humping, switch geto, lots of riding, 69, finishing too quick, choking, geto has nīpple piercings, hair pulling, spīt, dirty talk, he licks champagne off you, nīpple play, breedīng, praise, **** cameo :), petnames.

an. ty to the ppl who voted on my poll <3 kinda scared to post this LOL. this came on a whim ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

➤ kinktober mlist.

“i understand your body wants it. i know your thoughts, oh you ‘bout it ‘bout it . . ”

the erotic lyrics that blared through the club’s abject speakers nearly deafened your ears the moment you stepped inside. you were flashed with a plethora of luminescent jade lights as you read a glowing sign near the bar that read ‘welcome to the vixxxen lounge.’ your friends, who decided to surprise you for your birthday with nothing more than a girls’ trip to a men’s strip club told you they’d be getting drinks if you need them. of course . . that was probably code for: going to spend time near the private rooms.

apparently, it’s ‘happy hour’ which meant countless discounts—and you’d already had your two individual sessions paid for by one of your friends. crisp aerating air waves from the air conditioner chills against your skin as you lean against the bronzy brick pillar. you gather your surroundings, eyeing the oily attractive glossed men that entertained the screaming crowds of thirsty women. the wide stage was spacey, and it almost looked like a concert—you started to wonder just who you were paired up with. but right as you’re pondering deep in thought, there’s a light tap on your shoulder.

“miss.”

you turn around to face probably the most attractive man you’ve laid your eyes upon. he’s tall with lengthy long hair — tangled black tresses of strands that reach just about past his shoulders. you couldn’t help but openly gawk a bit . . finding your eyes to leisurely trail down toward his skimpy attire. near his neck, he had a stained smooch of a lip stick mark that was a dark shaded red. you then noticed a few hundred dollar bills stuck in between his red thin straps.

this guy, it appeared he was dressed as some kind of firefighter. he had on the helmet along with the matching baggy yellow pants, but was completely topless. the only thing that went against his chiseled pecs was the skinny straps that attached onto the belts of his pants.

“heyy,” he waves a hand in your face, arching a brow.

“o- oh, sorry,” you bashfully murmur, mentally cursing yourself out for wandering off into space again. embarrassing, embarrassing. fishing for your vip pass that gave you direct access to one of the secluded private rooms—you dig it out your pocket, staring down at the assigned dancer and room number. “are you uh . . geto?”

“i am. but ah, suguru’s fine,” he murmurs, and he takes your pass, putting the temperature lanyard over your neck. geto’s fingers brush against your skin and you nearly shudder.

his touch.. it felt like sparks of electricity, and near the far distance by the crowded stage, your friends waved at you. with a throaty, “follow me, birthday girl,” he swiftly turns his heels and starts making a beeline toward the back of the club. you follow him, continuing to eye his costume.

but phew, he had quite the ass.

but anyway—that’s not the point.

it never really occurred to you how all the male strippers had specific costumes—you were far too entranced by geto. it was probably because of how halloween was only a mere few weeks away, so it’d make sense how they’d be ordered to get into the spirit of things.

“and imma let you do it how you wanna girl i’ll riiiide with it, riiiide with it . . ”

the lyrics of that catchy same song that resounded through the speakers of the club grew louder—and as he guided you inside the dimly red lit room, he makes you lie back against a cushioned sofa. there’s a few piles of money scattered near the front, and you didn’t count but that amount could make anyone filthy rich.

geto rubs the back of his neck, rolling it around to stretch before he glances down at you. you struggle to look him in the eye and a faint smile creases across his lips.

you’re new, and he could tell you weren’t used to such carnal provocative environments.

“relaaax, pretty girl,” his voice was low purr. the way he talked was soothing, a good amount of teasing and playfulness. right at his words, your shoulders slumped and you lean back.

the air around you seems to close in, getting thicker ‘n thicker before he makes you haul your arms over the edges of the couch. “comfy?” and he doesn’t do anything else until you give him a subtle complying nod. geto takes off his amber-colored helmet before putting it on your head. “lean back. just focus on me.”

“o . . okay,” you exhale, and your eyes finally meet his.

the fake firefighter helmet crooks, tilting a bit to the side over the crown of your head as you watch him starting to sway to the bass dropping beats. you gulp as he gets closer . . and closer, following the exact steps to his usual routine before he gets on your lap.

he’s so pretty, and now that his helmet was off of him, you got an even more view of his face. geto starts to slowly grind against you, one hand resting near back of the couch that’s next to your shoulder. he’s fully in sync with the song that booming blares in the background.

the friction. he was moving up against you, and you couldn’t help but glance down his glossy chest. his legs were huge, and you didn’t even notice the clamped silver piercings that stuck against his reddened nipples. “is this okay?” he whispers, and you already feel yourself starting to heat up. the a/c was blasting—and yet, you felt like it was over a hundred degrees.

“ ‘s okay,” you breathlessly say, feeling your facial expressions serene. geto swiftly gets off you, and he starts to rock and grind his hips against the floor.

he’s slow and precise—each movement matches the following before he sits up, flicking against the straps of his costume. fuck, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. you knew he was probably used to this . . seeing so many women at a time, giving them a thirty minute private dance and going on with his day.

geto had charisma and lots lots of it.

it was ironic because he didn’t even have to say anything. throughout the duration of his entire routine, he let his hips do the rest of the talking. speaking of hips, you’ve never seen a more a slutty waist.

it’s unapologetically snatched, and you start to envision seeing his face plastered on every cover of a a men’s vogue magazine. he’s gorgeous—and the second he’s back in your lap again, he leans into the crook of your neck. “hey,” he repeats, and his voice was a lot more pitched and lower. it’s a dirty kind of husky that makes you clench your thighs together. as he’s up close—you get a whiff of his cologne. it’s quite loud, and you’d guess the scent was something between bergamot and rich aromatic oak moss. “do you wanna touch me?”

a breath gets trapped in the back of your clogged throat at the question.

geto continues to gradually grind his hips into you as pretty black strands of his hair tickles near your shoulders. “y- yes,” and the words smoothly flow from your lips like smooth molasses of chocolate.

geto was patient, and he wanted to make you comfortable—that was his number one priority.

he speaks in a more rough yet sly tone. “ ‘m gonna grab your wrists okay? just feel me,” and you feel mentally prepare yourself. biting down on your bottom lip—you mouth a soft, ‘okay,’ and geto gently grabs your wrists.

he’s still slowly jerking his hips against you, matching each sultry beat of the song. the base of the chorus rang through your ears and the lyrics flowed through once ear ‘n out the other.

as you stare up at him, he makes you press your hands firmly against his shaven flexing chest. sheets of slicking sweat that covers the top part of his body coats on your hands and you cutely furrow your brows. “heh, oh sorry love. ‘m a bit sweaty, hope that doesn’t turn you off.”

“it’s f . . fine,” you utter, and he resumes to guide your hands. his chest was as hard as a brick, and you felt how his muscles would freely tense.

god, geto was a literal sculpture. you probably looked stupid with how you kept openly staring at his perfectly carved abs. an entire six pack - each section even more strenuously ripped than the first.

as you continue to gawk, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets—you feel him shifting his weight a bit so he wouldn’t crush you. your thumb snags against his pierced nipple and he grunts, breaking character for a second. he lets off a cute snarl. “sorry! i didn’t-”

“sweetheart, it’s okay,” he hums, releasing a low puff of air. so he was sensitive there, noted.

as he continues, he makes your hands reach lower. the thin straps of his costume glide against your plump fingertips before he stops at his fading raven-colored happy trail.

black ‘n bushy . . you could make out every single tiny speck of hair that stuck against the lower part of his abdomen if you squinted, and you did.

the rest was hiding underneath the upper hem part of his prop turnout pants. “now ‘m gonna let go of my hands,” he whispers, eyeing you intently.

it was so much lustful ardor in the air. the more you stared at the dancer, the more you started questioning why the hell you never visited a strip club sooner. a question that was probably gonna remain unanswered..

“ . . ‘n ‘m gonna let you do whatever you want while i finish.” he concludes his sentence, and as if his hands were attached to your own with adhesive velcro, geto slowly pulls away.

now, it’s just your two balmy palms pressing against his chest. you take it upon yourself to drag an invisible line down his flat sleek cheek with your fingers.

your hands then find themselves reaching for a few papery fifty dollar bills, tossing it at his glossed grinding body. geto sighs with a cunning simper, continuing to rock his slim hips into your lap. “that’s it, feel me princess. ‘m all yours.”

and in a way – he was.

it was only you two in the room, and yet it felt like you ‘n suguru were the only people on earth. the entire mood was sensual and you could almost smell the libido that radiated off his skin. it was a scent you couldn’t describe—but you didn’t want him to stop.

as your hands kept roaming down his puffed out chest, you stop right at the hem of his pants. poking out, his sharp carved-like ‘v’ shaped pelvis arches within each muscle he moves forward.

the crimson red lights that flicker every three seconds narrowly spotlights toward geto’s fit body. for a quick moment—you get a good glimpse of his face and he’s inches away from your shimmery twitching lips.

geto leans up to your ear and he hoarsely whispers. “birthday girllll,” and he huffs out a drawn breath, feeling you eagerly tug at his pants. a snicker leaves from him before he gets a nice smell of your citrusy perfume. “ah. is the pants gettin’ on your nerves?”

“a bit,” you murmur honestly, and you were already undressing him with your eyes. you were sure geto was most likely wearing a thong underneath but you imagined otherwise.

filthy - you couldn’t believe the thoughts you were having.

to think, if you hadn’t accepted this little ‘girls’ trip’ with your friends, you’d probably be sleeping the entire day away. after all, they did want you to get out more. especially for your special day. with a pout twisting across each part of your lips, you sigh. “can i—”

“what, undress me?” he tries to play coy, seeing your pouty expression increase. geto hums, amused as you lightly hook a finger underneath his hooked strap before he shrugs. “go ‘head, princess. knock y’rself out.”

geto found your hesitance cute. you didn’t wanna seed ‘needy’ but you were showing all signs of it. at the moment, you completely forgot you were at a strip club and he was just a dancer.

but fuck it.

you went slow as he still straddles your lap, slowly pulling down his loosely fitted pants. they were baggy.. a flashy color of yellow, and the more you tugged them down, the more you got a glance at his scanty thong.

it’s dark purple with his name embedded on the thin white strips.

from all sides, it spelled ‘s u g u r u,’ in bold lilac plum colors. he even had custom made thongs? as if you couldn’t get even more aroused—

yeah, you were aroused. leave it to your legs that remained glued together starting to swelter up with … stickiness.

not everyday did you have a man grind against your lap, and to be fucking frank you didn’t think you’d last.

“you’re so pretty,” you pant, watching him shimmy his pants down to where it flops down to his ankles. and oh, he had quite the bulge.

it looked almost painful—so swole and round, you just wanted to kiss it. it looked like at any second it was about to just burst through the cottony stretched fabric. the scenery grows more hedonic as the red lights dimmer. you could barely see his face anymore, just a silhouette that grinds against your lap at each beat of the song playing loudly.

as you nearly slip out a moan, you lean back before your heaving breaths start to accelerate. “suguru.”

“aw,” he coos, feeling your arms wrap around his slender waist. geto’s still swiftly grinding into you, feeling your cute nails claw into his back. the back of your brain kept chanting ‘more, more, more!’

you still have the helmet on, and with the way it’s crooked and could barely fit your head—he found that small detail adorable. as he remained seated on your squished thighs, it was embarrassing to think you were starting to feel yourself erratically throb.

leaning into your neck, he could loudly smell your sheer arousal and it makes him lowly chuckle against the soft shell of your ear. “not satisfied, yeah?” and he lets off a quiet bellowing grunt, feeling your hands trail down his sweaty body once more.

he’s so built, parallel to a literal tank.

geto’s rocking against you in rhythm with the same song that still trumpets through the speakers before whispering. “just say it ‘n i’ll give it to you.”

“you always come to the parties. to pluck the feathers off allll the biiiirds. . ”

the lengthy song continued to drag on—and the busted speakers in the private room sounded like it was about to break from the distortion. it was loud, but your panting breaths was even louder the more geto dances on you.

letting off a longing three second moan once a leg of yours voluntarily hooks around his slim waist, you mewl out a sweet, “i want you. suguru, fuck me.”

“oh. sounds like a demand, sweetheart,” he purrs, and he stills his hips against your lap.

geto’s got a plethora of rings on each of his fingers. pretty silver ‘n gold bands that would wrap around his digits. he had long fingers, thin and perfectly slender.

the more you stared, the more you thought how good they’d fit insi—

“eyes up here,” he cuts you off, and you shudder feeling his palms cup your face. your leg still wraps around his waist before another shortly follows.

he’s barely rocking into you now, and with a bumpy shimmy, you feel his bulge rub against you. “mhm,” geto grunts before meeting your needy gaze once more. as a thumb strokes your bottom lip, pulling it down gingerly, he whispers. “ask nicely. say pretty please.”

“you won’t … charge me extra?” you sheepishly say, beads of perspiring sweat trickling down all sides of your forehead.

geto smugly smiles, grumbling a subtle, ‘nah,’ before making you lean all the way back against the padded sofa. “okay,” you breathe, and you just didnt care anymore.

you wanted him – maybe even needed him..

geto’s hardened bulge that presses against his thong throbs harder before you sweetly murmur,“please, fuck me, suguru.”

“anythin’ for the birthday girl.”

and those words were the same exact words that ran through your mind as you now found yourself in . . quite the risqué position.

you’d be the one straddling geto now. he’s got you in a classic 69, and your pretty perked ass hovers over his face. right in front of you was his weighty fat cock, and it’s a pretty flushed pink with rosy-lime veins prodding from the sides.

you’re whimpering out sweet harmonic keynotes as his long pointed tongue slithers its through your inviting entrance, two broad arms clinging onto your hips. “fuuckk,” he’d groan, feeling you smear a thumb over his leaky mushroomy tip.

you’ve already got him sopping wet from the chin down thanks to your wet cunt – glossy pearly drool seeping from the sides of his dick.

geto’s shaft remains idle, and you wrap a hand around his base before pumping it, rotating your wrist – once, twice, thrice..

he was aching, and the entire time he was giving you a show he had a boner. it was rare, usually whenever he gave lap dances—he was one to never really crack, he was a trained professional and yet here you were.

“mmch,” his swollen puckered lips smack against your cunt as he eats you out entirely from the back.

your mouth drops, jaw dangling— goofily hanging open like a cartoon as he resumes to extends the length of his tongue inside the outskirts of your warm room-temperate-tastin’-pussy.

lolling it out all the way, he licks from top to bottom—stopping at your clenching hole. geto gives it a five second kiss, a sloppy one that glues a mixture of his spit and your slimy juices on his mouth. “sweetheaaart,” he rasps, biting back a greedy groan once he feels you starting to take him in your mouth.

your throat’s seraphic warmth draws a hot sharp breath out of him as he swats a hard palm against your ass for you to start. “when i say move your ass against my face, i fuckin’ mean it. move,” and you let off a candied whimper the second the temporary sting sends singles toward your weeping whiny clit.

feebly, you start to flop your ass up and down against his face and you hear a satisfy ‘hmm’ purr from his lips. you’re moaning, sinking his cock down your throat in the process before your sticky tongue swirls around his angered crownhead. “mmph,” and you take a few inches before you feel his tip swipe against the scaled roof of your mouth.

going back up, it loudly ‘pops!’ out as a bit of sheeny saliva trickles down your chin. you’re taking him deep within no time, and you let off a cute hiccup once his swollen sack paps near your jaw.

so full ‘n round…

you’re breathing through your nose, still shaking your ass against his face, swipin’ his nose occasionally like a credit card with your honeyed-slathered cunt.

his wide flat tongue felt so good that you felt your toes curling each time he playfully nibbles on your sensitive throbbing clit. his tastebuds felt each pulse and it was so hot. “sugu, fuck.”

“i know, i know,” he gruffly whispers against your runny folds. bringing a pair of long twinned fingers towards your pussy, geto strums it down the pulsating slit in a straight pillaring line.

with a bit of pressure—he spreads your lower lips apart, getting a front row seat view of your clit pumpin’ pumpin’ away.

you had such a pretty throb, the prettiest he’s ever seen.

“god, you’re pretty but you’re even prettier down here too,” and not only do you hear him swallow but you feel it too.

a long full gulp, and he’s making sure to savor as much of your sweet slick on his tongue as possible.

geto’s just nasty, and a proud eater. he zigzags his tongue everywhere until your vision’s murky and clouded. you’re left crossed eyed with puffed up cheeks, barely able to focus on his dick that’s laying flat on your tongue.

a hand of his squeezes against your ass before with a mean ‘whack!’ he spanks it again just to see the bouncy recoil. the way a ‘lil fat portion of your ass would jiggle all due to the hasty-rash contact of his palm makes him throb.

and you feel it right in your mouth.

as your head bobbles at a more quick yet languid pace, your tongue skims down one of the many veins that paint down his cock. your repeated moans become muffled, and geto groans at how sloppy you sound—from the front and from behind.

the more he slurps every syrupy drop that dribbles out from your gurgling pussy, his precisely-thorough licks turn into exaggerated four second sucks.

geto softly caresses a hand against the bare skin of your exposed flesh, tugging on your pulled up skirt. pulled to the side were your panties that had a pretty pink star imprinted on the back decorated with glimmery rhinestones. you moan as your back slowly arches inward ‘n out and your knees become to buck.

his tongue, he definitely knew how to eat.

“ ‘s good, juuuus’ like that princess,” he huffs, feeling minuscule dewdrops of your saliva pour down the sides of his cock, slicking all over his base.

your thumb traces a heart over his hefty sack, massaging his tender full testes before you hear geto whine out a sweet, “o- oooh shit,” he was tender there too, huh..

and the sound catches him completely off guard because he grunts, the swaying of his tongue gradually slowing down. geto’s pretty lashes flutter before he grunts, taking a second to breathe. “don’t . . stop, play with ‘em some more,”

“pf—” you pop your mouth off his dick again, wet slimy sounds following as you stroke him off with an closed palm. “are you sure?”

“yeah yeah, ‘m sure,” and there’s a bit of sass in his gruff tone.

geto’s getting flustered, and never in a million years would he admit that you playing with his balls made him feel so good but fuck, it did.

geto paws a hand against your ass before letting off a hurried breathless, “fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

you went back to bobbling your head up ‘n down, pumping his fleshy pillar of length in your free hand before you start writhing your ass against his face even more quicker. geto moans, a surge of a trill nearly escaping out his gruff vocal chords before he grunts loudly. “mmp,” and your throat was so wet ‘n warm.

it enveloped him entirely, and as your cunt’s sitting over his slick lips—every so often rubbing against his nose and slick-streamed chin, he peppers it with a few kisses.

your hips were arched ‘n askew, and as your tongue occasionally darts down his sensitive slit you hear him grunt again. the burgundy colored sofa pathetically dips inward due to the stacked weight of both rutting bodies. geto’s eyes start to roll their way back as you continue, nearly sucking the soul out of him.

“fuck, baby. spit on it,” he groans, clasping his teeth at your needy clit.

he slides his tongue against your cute bulbous-shaped nub before sucking on it for the umpteenth time. you moan, still tossing your ass around for him in a slow meandering manner, feeling his tongue drag down the slope of your ass again.

geto’s pussy drunk entirely, and he didn’t care if this was against policy, having a customer touch him. when you tasted this divine, he couldn’t help devour your cunt like the starved, starved man he was..

at his words, you spat out translucent globs of saliva from your lips, pasting the slightly curved sides of his dick with your slick mess. “pff,” and you drench him from the base down, twisting his shaft with your wrist before hearing him groan.

geto’s about to finish and you could feel the vigorous pumps of his dick in your mouth growing weaker … and weaker – until, he cums.

geto’s jaw goes slack the moment his peak abnormally reaches, and growls out a husky ‘fuuuuuck,’ with the muscles in his neck tensing.

within a blink of an eye and a snap of a finger, the flat tip of your tongue’s now being sprayed with spritz of waxen cum. it’s a bittersweet taste that coats on your judgy tastebuds, and as you close your eyes with a humming moan departing from your lips, you hear him hiss. his body’s violently shaking, and his hips start to hungrily thrust into your mouth.

you wriggle your ass in face as he’s barely eating you out anymore, frantically heaving as he dumps his all down your pretty tight throat. “fuck, fuck, take it,” and his body still sporadically tremors.

as your mouth’s still full, geto gives your teary wet cunt it’s last few lapping licks before his head collapses back in lecherous defeat.

with cheeks still plumply puffed — his cock remains shoved inside. his aggravated red tip’s just swiping ‘n erupting near the roof of your mouth as you slurp him clean.

you swallow instantaneously, luxuriating in the mildly honey taste before feeling him shudder underneath you. “goddamn, so fuckin’ good. fuckin’ filthy, princess.”

with clammy palms, he turns you over and you lean in to kiss him. geto’s taken by surprise, and as you make him flop back against the velveteen cushion, you made your way on his lap. rough edges of teeth clash and roughly clatter against each other as each tongue plays a more salacious version twister.

geto reclines back, his hands moving toward your rocking waist as he grunts—tasting himself on your tongue. its bitter, but with the help of your lip gloss—it turns far more sweet within seconds. feverish breaths ghosts inside each mouth before you watch him reach near the side of him.

grabbing a half filled up bottle of mousseux, he flicks off the cork with a flick of his middle finger. geto’s eyes still closed as he’s delving his tongue right into your mouth.

the merciless smacking of lips grew louder before he pulls away, huffing breathlessly. “wan’ more of a taste real quick, princess,” and it sounds more like a needy plead. you see how flushed his face was, and geto’s eyes dart straight toward your bare chest. the top you wore was pulled down, clinging near the very bottom of your waist. “c’mere..”

and as you lean in, you watch as geto starts to pour down a small stream of champagne all down your chest. right between your tits, cupping underneath your tummy so none wouldn’t spill further down.

he makes sure a few glosses over your pretty round breasts before he grunts, closing the distance between your chest.

geto buries his face in between the valley of your tits, licking it right up. the bubbly fruity taste lingers on his tongue as he laps you up from top to bottom moaning at the spicy sweetness.

a mixture of your skin and champagne—better than any cocktail this club’s ever served.

“f- fuck,” he moans, lying his tongue flat. geto stares at you the entire time too, and his mouth gradually trails it way toward your damp neglected nipples. he cups his lips around the first nipple—slowly transitioning to the next before slurping the drink right off your body.

a tight breath gets caught in your throat as he continues to lick the rainy drops of sugary champagne off your body. geto groans, savoring the taste before with a loud ‘plop’, he pops your tender wet nipple out of his mouth.

there’s nothing but utter lust and infatuation in his eyes—and he then gets up to kiss you. the room’s nearly pitch dark without the help of the dim effulgent red lights that shined against you both. it added to the mood perfectly.

as tongues continue to try to assert dominance, you moan right in the dancer’s mouth, returning the gesture of swapping gauzy strings of gossamer spit.

abruptly though, you pull away, gently pushing geto back against the sofa.

with a raspy ‘ugh,’ geto lands on his back as you give him a light shove. he’s at your mercy, and you stand up from his lap, a wind of confidence coming out of nowhere and nearly pulling you forward.

he stares at you with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, watching you do a figure eight with your body.

“what’s . . this?” he huffs, burly arms stretching over each edge of the sofa. you looked so pretty, eyeing him up and down as he does the exact same to you.

the luminescent lights started to beam on you now, highlighting your curves and entire physique.

“lie back,” you murmur, slowly sashaying toward him. geto runs a hand through his hair, his dick twitching from the cool air wafting against it. you teasingly drag a finger down the scarred middle line of his bare-puffed chest, stopping at a hardened row of his brick-made abs. “i wanna try your little routine.”

“yeahh?” geto snickers, sucking in a sharp breath once you spin around, bending all the way over. the helmet that was still on your head—you put it back on him, watching him scoff at your audacity.

so you stole his profession now, great.

as you’re turned the other way, you slowly wriggle your ass in front of him, putting a hand over your sopping pussy and he kisses his teeth. “tch. don’t tease, sweetheart,” and geto’s allured stare fixates on you the entire time. his dilated irises frantically roamed around every and any part of your body like a laser. “fuck,” he grunts, watching you finally make your way on his lap.

geto’s all submissively underneath you—bare ‘n exposed with his poor tip flushed. its color was a sheeny carmine red that’s akin to a ripe cerise rose.

a few dried up splotches of cum stick near his weighty sides before he shudders. your ass sits on his flaccid dick before you start to move.

slowly,

you’re rutting into him—just like he was to you, grinding back and forth. geto looks so pretty though, underneath you. he’s still panting a bit, sweating bullets as you tease him with your crazed hips.

you weren’t at his level quite yet, but fuck could you move. geto groans, feeling your sloppy pussy rub off against his dick. you were so close to his tip that his foreskin would peel back a bit. “do you wanna touch me?”

touché..

geto narrows his eyes at you as you tease him, repeating his exact words from what he said to you earlier.

he doesn’t just touch you, he fucks you—

but in this case . . you fuck him.

geto holds back a moan as he’s watching his claret-colored cockhead disappear between your sappy folds. it’s like a magic trick, and with a ‘poof!’ half of length vanished within you.

you let off a soft shrilling whine, trying to writhe yourself around his length.

his dick was fat. ‘eyes-rolling-tongue-lolling-drag-your-nails-down-his back-’ type of fat.

and his girth only made things ten times more intense. you felt him rearranging your guts within each prolonged inch you took – literally.

you’re as slow as a snail with the way you try to take him wholly. even as you’re gingerly sinking your bare ass down with his cock snug ‘n deep inside you, he easily kisses against your g-spot.

it’s happening already, and you don’t even realize he’s fully in before a cooing whimper rawly snatches from the back of your dry esophagus. “oh fuck,” you huff, tossing your arms around the dark haired man.

geto’s got the same wide-eye-jaw-dropped reaction to you, and with one arm snaking around your waist—another’s tightly gripping onto your right ass cheek.

he spanks it, giving it a short squeeze afterward. your chest starts to heave in quickened intervals, and once he feels you starting to move it’s game fuckin’ over..

“god, pussy’s ‘ta die for,” he groans, eyes sexily rolling back until his sockets show nothing but white.

you had him whipped, and he can hear your cunt trying to have a word of its own, squelching out cute gargled squelches. you start to ride him at a mere hypnotic rhythm—and geto’s a lot more vocal now.

with his adam’s apple bobbing, both hands of his were now gripping onto your waist now. piles of money surround you too, a few sticking against his sweaty beefy thighs. “fuck me,” he grunts, and it’s more like he’s begging.

geto locks eyes with you, shaggy long bangs running past his eyes before he securely grabs your hips—trying to keep up pace with you. “mhm, thaaa’s it. ride it, ride . . the shit out of me, uuughhh.”

“ ‘m trying,” you moan, biting your lip each time his swollen cockhead plummets its way deep.

he’s just so big—you couldn’t wrap your head around how a guy could be so damn big.

the good kind of big, and each time he’d seep a single girthy inch into you, your stomach would churn like butter. he’s in sooo deep, your legs could barely support yourself anymore and he had to hold you steady.

as he pulls you all the way down, geto reaches waaay inside of your sloppy gripping cunt that’s oh-so desperate to wring him like a vice.

his thick cock greets your pretty fleshy cervix, mimicking a soft ‘knock’ before introducing itself with a welcoming pound.

he holds your hips, pumping himself into you again, and again, until your pussy remembered each stroke, each thrust, each fuckin’ letter of his name—front to last..

slow but fucking deep.

you gasp, clinging onto his neck before soft hurried pants of ‘yeah, yeah’ ‘s scurry past your glossed lips.

geto’s dewy eyes were half lidded and he’s never felt more pussy drunk in his life. trust—he’s had his fair share of women but oh, you were far different. it was something about you, and he just wanted more after each carnal second passed.

you’re so into his dick givin’ your pussy a fuck of a lifetime that you don’t even realize your hand was now wrapped around his thick neck. not too tight, but geto’s reaction time was slow also. once he realizes seconds after you did, he sheepishly scoffs before slyly humming.

“goddd, y’r so fuckin’ hot when you choke me,” he purrs, tugging at the panties that pull to the side of your thighs. of course he’d enjoy it, and as his dick’s still massaging your gummy walls, he moans. “harderrr.”

“don’t be greedy,” you mumble, burying your knees into his bulky thighs.

the way you rocked against him was hypnotic—and geto’s hands remain on your waist.

you nearly shudder, feeling the various cold bands of his rings run and tickle down your skin. he’s in love with your body, and even more in love with the way you feel from the inside.

leaning in close until you’re just inches away from his spit-slicked lips, your thumb runs its way down the bulging ball that lies inside his throat. “say ‘pretty pleaseee.’ ”

“tsk,” geto scowls, and even with a pout he’s effortlessly attractive. your hips continued to champion its way up ‘n down at a deranged pace as you moved, and his cock’s pumping you full over and over and over. with a vexed grunt, he utters. “pretty please, choke me harder.”

leaning in to kiss the side of his mouth, you whisper a crooning, “good boy,” and geto whines the moment you add a bit more pressure around his neck.

his hair’s all in his face, and your ass was just ruthless.

ferociously slamming down onto his stout cock, you’re drenching him from the base down with your syrup-coated slick. a bit of your own sloppy arousal glues against the pried apart crevices of your thighs—pasting against his as well.

it’s a mess, and with how close he was getting, he was about to create an even bigger one..

geto felt like he was ascending—and with how you were riding him, it didn’t take him long before he’s close again.

yet this time—so were you, and you could recognize the feeling all too well. geto’s cock stretched you to capacity, and he grabs the few dollar bills that scatter on the sofa, throwing it at your body whilst you rode him. he makes it rain on you, spanking your ass with a crumbled up hundred rubbing against your stung skin.

“fuck, ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum again,” he grunts in your ear, feeling your pace accelerate by a mile. you were draining him, preparing to milk him and the thought of him stuffing your cunt full made you pulse.

your tongue salivated at just imagining it..

the warmth, the stickiness, the way it’d spill between your thighs. you’re moaning out sweet noises yourself as you both rut into each other at a demented overzealous pace. geto’s thick thighs clench—and while you’re letting out cute blubs of his name on repeat until it’s the only syllables your dumb brain could register—he pulls you close. “ngh, same time, pretty girl. cum with me, let’s make a . . hah, mess together.”

“okay,” you mewl out, both hips pivoting in lascivious unison.

both sweaty mounds of flesh blissfully bounce into at other and each squelch makes you whimper out in ecstasy.

you cup geto’s pecs, smearing a thumb over his pierced nipples and he whines instantly. you lean in to suck against the bars that slash through his tender areola. geto leans back manspread, growling out husky, ‘fuuuuck!’ ‘s as you hum, giving both his nipples its few seconds of attention.

it lasts for seconds that felt like years, and one you pull away he lets out a cute blasé huff.

as your cunt’s in the midst of overflowing—your hips tremor once more time before within milliseconds, you both cum.

it’s quick..

and with your jaw dropping and geto’s shoulders fatally sagging after his big, heavy sigh—he starts to fill you up ounce after ounce.

it’s patching hot, and the second he’s beginning to spill ‘n dump out his perfect ivory ribbons of cum inside of you, you grunt out a melodic finishing, “fuuuck.”

swinish, weak hands grab at your ass as you come undone also—whimpering soft defeating babbles from the sensitive feeling of your cunt spasming right between your jittery numb legs.

you feel static … shock, electricity pulsing through your veins all at once. your entire body was turning haywire. as you start to grow limb right with geto underneath you—nirvana runs through each individual axon on your body before you hear a loud ‘pop.’

it’s more of a sopping squishing sound, and you were so dumbed down from his dick that you didn’t even realized how full you were..

peeking down, he filled you to the brim. wads and wads and wads of cum went inside of you and you moan, spreading your ass apart while craning your neck around just to see for yourself.

“ ‘m so full, suguru,” you pant, sliding a thumb down your sputtering cunt that’s plugged with both his cock and his thin oozing seed. you lick your lips before turning back towards geto and he’s absolutely fucked stupid.

you rode him so good to the point where he’s just stammering out inaudible whines. it’s cute, and you lean in to kiss him once more.

oh.. he was hooked.

he deepens with a few clingy hands feeling at your chest. the kiss gets more passionate rather than sloppy, and as he’s still buried inside of your cunt—he slowly starts to trail butterfly kisses down your neck. you moan, turning your head before you pull away. “shit, i almost f- forgot.”

“forgot what?” he hoarsely rasps, watching you unalign yourself, plopping down on the sofa with a big content sigh.

geto leans in, allowing his thumb to draw circles around your hips before you reach in for your purse, pulling out another decorated vip pass.

sheepishly, you utter. “my friends bought me two sessions with two dancers. so i have another one after you,” and you glance at the clock, squinting before you let off a bashful titter. “. . . oh, that was way past thirty minutes.”

“who? what dancer, sweetheart?” geto utters with a pout. he was still aching, already missing his you felt from the inside. he watches as you squint at your pass that reads the dancer’s stage name and / or full name on the back.

“uhh, it says t—”

“she means me,” and the both of you spin heads, ogling at the glittery red carpet and decorated pathway that was once covered up.

you could hear geto that laid beside you muttering out a jealous, ‘fuck,’ as you meet the other dancer’s gaze.

he’s wearing a leopard thong with an added on accessory of the most smuggest grin you’ve ever seen.

a slashed scar runs down the right side of his crooked curved lips and you spot bills sticking at both sides of his halfway on thong that nearly shows his sharp hips before he hums.

“name’s toji,” and you’re suddenly being lifted up by strong, tatted brawny arms before he turns around, winking at a very pissed of geto before trodding out the private room with you in his arms.

“i’ll take it from here,” and feral green eyes with an even more feral grin. “ain’t that right, birthday girlll?”

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