#you may have missed it bc i still spend almost every waking moment on here pffft

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

happy morning time for a sheya to BE HAPPY AND LOVE HERSELF because she's sweet and beautiful and HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

awwwwie, deanbean!! hewwo 💞

and goodnight to you, bean 👀 you need to sleep soon!!!!

[goldenkirstein]

i've been on fire, dreaming of you

or alternatively, when both you and jean thought you lost each other

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anonymous requested: hello there! I love your stuff. if requests are open, may I request a canonverse post-rumbling jean x fem reader where y/n is wounded + passed out from exhaution after the rumbling and wakes up warm and safe, with jean tending to her wounds. Y/n is shocked bc she remembers how she almost lost Jean (she didn't get turned into a titan, maybe she isn't Eldian?) and she just shoots straight up to embrace Jean without realizing the intensity of her wounds. Jean gets extra worried so he has to gently guide her back to lying down on the bed because she has a fever and her injuries aren't all better yet 🥺���👈 maybe they cuddle afterwards until she falls asleep or smth aaaaaa 🥺 pairing: jean x fem! reader wc: 2.7k+ tags: angst to fluff, cursing, female reader, mentions of death, blood and violence, hints of blasphemy (?), mentions of injuries, aot manga spoilers.

a/n: sorry this took so long, (i was shadowbanned) i changed up the request a teensy bit but otherwise i hope you enjoy !!

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Hot, burning, searing pain is the last thing you remembered before your vision went black.

That and the sight of the man you loved transforming into the one thing you feared the most.

Whether it was the heartache or the open wounds on your body that made you lose consciousness, you don’t know.

Truthfully, you were angry at Jean.

It was a whispered confession on the Azumabito airship. You and Jean sat in the corner, Captain Levi and Pieck in front of you, eyes cast away. The rest sat in silence, reeling from the situation that had played out on the ground below, quietly preparing themselves for the hell that awaited them at Fort Slava.

Jean’s hands were trembling; you would expect that after years of seeing your comrades die at the hands of humans and titans alike, you would get used to the death.

This wasn’t that, though; this was a different fear and anxiousness. Jean’s hands were clammy and his face pale; you could gauge that from one look at the man next to you, whatever worries were bubbling inside him were the accumulation of all the events from the past couple of days.

Jean was a collected man most times; as commanding officer, he didn’t have a choice but to be stoic and calm in the face of danger. But when that facade began to crumble, you would be there to ground him, remind him of why he was fighting. You knew that if you locked eyes at that moment, Jean would be able to see right through the front you were putting up, see the fear etched into your irises as you all were hurtling towards your deaths. So instead, you made the executive decision to swallow that panic and be that rock he needed, offering him your hand.

You took hold of his hand, staring ahead, and squeezed it three times, a reminder for both him and you that at least you still had each other. You could feel his eyes on you after you performed the simple gesture, but you continued to look ahead, focusing on the clouds, knowing that a couple of meters below, havoc was being wreaked by those mindless titan drones.

He said it so faintly, so lightly that you barely heard it past the sounds of the engine reverberating around the metal cabin.

“I’ll love you now and forever, even when I’m a pile of burnt bones.”

It’s like he knew. It was his way of saying goodbye to you. And you ignored him.

You clenched your jaw and pretended that you didn’t hear, pushed it to the back of your mind because this was no place for hushed confessions of love and, even more so, goodbyes. You were sure as hell were not letting Jean say goodbye to you. There would be no reason to, not if you had it your way. The both of you were bound together, and goodbyes were never to be uttered between the both of you.

Even when I’m a pile of burnt bones.

Is that what remains of him now? The muscle, sinew, and skin that pieced Jean together all reduced to ash and soot? The body that you had spent hours tracing, memorizing every detail of scattered in the wind. You would never feel the weight of his body on yours again, be able to graze your fingers over the scars littered on his torso, feel the way his heart would beat against your hands.

Jean Kirstein would only exist in your mind from now on.

He had left you alone with nothing but his memory, but even then, it was plagued by the image of a senseless titan taking the shape of Jean.

You wished to go back and tell him to shut up, never to utter those words again. Tell him to get those foolish notions out of his head, slap your hands over his mouth, silencing him, so that you could continue to live in your deluded reality that both of you would make it out alive. Tell him that he was selfish, of leaving you here to endure this torment by yourself.

Would that stop the scathing agony you were feeling?

Maybe this was hell you were in, you thought. That you were being punished for ignoring him, that you were the foolish one. Perhaps you should’ve held him tight to you, found a way to fold himself into you, so you wouldn’t have to suffer alone. Were you angry at Jean, or was that resentment directed at yourself?

The pain spread from your chest to your arms, down your legs, coursing through your veins.

You should have looked at him, told him that you were just as scared; maybe that could have changed his fate. If only you repeated those words back to him. He would still be here now.

I’ll love you now and forever.

I love him. I love him. I love him.

Bring him back to me.

The silent prayer came from the depths of your heart; whether God or who knows what would hear it, you didn’t know, but the thought of having to live with this ache was enough for you to continue repeating the mantra in your head.

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Jean looked at your unconscious form that laid next to his seat. If it wasn’t for the gentle rising and falling of your chest, he could have sworn you were dead.

The thought sent a chill down his spine.

Jean had made peace with the fact that he would die when he transformed into a titan. Seeing you, like this, however, barely grasping onto your own life, made his body ache; he was okay with dying, but the thought of having to live without you was a fate worse than death.

He reached over to grab your hand and rubbed his thumb over the back of your palm before grasping it and squeezing it three times. He let go of it, placing it back gently over the top of your torso.

It was time to change your bandages and clean your wounds. Jean was a strong man; he had seen firsthand what a titan could do to one’s body, but his hands quivered as they unwrapped the bloodied bandages from your thigh. One singular thought overcame his mind.

Was he the reason that you were injured this badly? Did he hurt you?

Jean had spent many nights tending to your injuries, his hands careful when it came to you. However, the cuts and gashes he would tenderly patch up would always be inflicted by other humans or titans. Never did he think that his hands would be capable of hurting you. Jean was disgusted with himself as he stared straight ahead at his hands, now covered in blood.

The worst part of this, Jean thought, was that he couldn’t even remember if he was responsible for this, or maybe, that was a blessing. Recalling the situation would drive him into madness. The man winced at the thought of his arms tearing up your body.

He reached over to the tiny side table holding the medical supplies, grabbing the antiseptic solution. Dabbing it on a cloth, he attentively cleaned the wound, instinctively checking for your reaction. You would always make a fuss when he would apply it, but Jean averted his eyes once he realized that there was no reaction from your comatose form.

Usually, he would scold you when you would pull back from his hands when he tended to your wounds, but now any response would be better than having to tolerate the silence in the tiny room.

Jean got up to clean his hands in the basin, warm water turning red once he dipped his hands in. This was his punishment; he would have to suffer the consequences of his actions. The both of you were alive; Jean knew that he should be grateful, get on his hands and knees and thank the gods above. However, why should he be thankful? It was cruel. The both of you were not alive by the grace of God; this wasn’t mercifulness or benevolence.

What good is living if you have to sit and watch the one you love the most deteriorate in front of your eyes.

“You need to sleep; this isn’t healthy.” Connie was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. Although he was speaking to Jean, his eyes were transfixed on you.

Jean didn’t need to look at himself to know how terrible he looked. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his face pale and gaunt. He spent his days and nights in your room, never wanting to miss the moment when you would wake up.

If. If you woke up, not when. Even that was not guaranteed.

“I’m not leaving her side, Connie.” Jean dried his hands on the cloth next to the basin. He turned his head to look at his friend, whose eyes were now staring back into his.

Connie understood the situation; he wanted you to wake up as well, but it pained him to see Jean suffer like this, “Spending your days sitting next to her waiting for her to wake up won’t help her, Jean.”

“You don’t think I fucking know that?” Jean slammed his hand down on the basin, hair falling in front of his face. Connie’s eyes widened at his friend’s action; to say that Jean was frustrated would be an understatement.

“You got your mom back, Annie got to see her dad, even those damn kids found each other. I got her back, but it’s my fault she’s like this.” Jean gritted his teeth, lip quivering.

Connie’s heart sank; he had seen Jean at his worst, but this was almost unbearable to witness. He made his way over to the hunched-over man and squeezed his shoulder.

“It’s not your fault Jean. This is difficult, believe me, I know, but you can’t be blaming yourself.” Connie’s eyes flickered your form, and he clenched his jaw.

Jean shifted his head, sullen eyes peering at your face through strands of hair; the man shook his head as a sob escaped his lips, “I need her to wake up Connie. I can’t live without her; I don’t know how to.”

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You felt a gentle breeze on your face and an odd pressure around your ribs. Laying still for a moment, you waited for the pressure to subside, but instead, it made its way down to your thigh. You tried to open your eyes, but it was as if they were glued shut; there was no strength left in your body.

How many days had it been? Where were you?

Questions circled amidst your clouded mind as you lay immobile. You realized that the pressure you were feeling on your body was the weight of someone’s hands. How badly were you injured?

Memories flooded into your mind as you became aware of the situation you were in currently. Someone had rescued you at Fort Slava, and you were being treated at a medical facility by nurses. No, not nurses; the hands felt oddly familiar. They were careful and precise in their movements but carried tenderness as well.

You tried to take a deep breath in, to gather strength to move any one of your limbs, but paused immediately as the pain in your ribs was far too great. Shallow breaths would suffice for the time being. You began to focus on moving your fingers, channelling whatever energy you had left to at least get them to move.

The sheets underneath your fingers were soft as you gently moved your digits along the fabric. The hands on your thigh briefly paused before continuing their movements. You waited a minute before moving again, this time lifting your hand.

You couldn’t feel the hands on your body anymore.

Whoever had been treating your wounds whispered your name. It was a man, but you weren’t able to recognize their voice as everything was still groggy.

The man sharply inhaled, his voice shaking as he said your name once again.

You mustered the strength to open your eyes; your eyelids were heavy and hard to fight to keep open. The room was blurry and far too bright for your liking, but you continued to blink, and soon, the details surrounding you came into focus. The figure was still, waiting for your next move; you lolled your head to the side to get a better look at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

He slowly came into focus; he was holding your hand between his and planting kisses on the back of your palm.

Why was he apologizing? Who was he?

Your heartbeat quickened as his voice became more apparent; this had to be some sick nightmare. You slowly sat up and reached out to him to cement the fact that this couldn’t be real. Your hand made contact with his knee; he was warm, he was alive.

Tears were running down your cheeks as your eyes scanned up his frame until landing on his face. Jean stared back at you, eyes wide, your hand still held in his.

Your face contorted as you took in the sight in front of you; you were so sure you had lost him, and yet here he was. Sitting up fully, you used your free hand to grip on to his white button-down and pull him into you with whatever remaining strength you had. Jean dropped your hand, and you swiftly wrapped both of your arms around him, eyes fluttering shut to take in his presence.

A pile of burnt bones.

It wasn’t a dream; you could feel his heartbeat against your body, feel his hair against your cheek. You sobbed into the crook of his neck, ignoring the immense pain you were feeling, scared that if you let him go, he would scatter in the wind.

“Jean, I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you-” Your voice was scratchy and hoarse, still weak from the slumber which had woken from a few minutes ago.

He brought a hand up to rest against your head, “I’m the one who’s sorry; why are you apologizing?” Jean pulled away from you, causing you to wince.

You furrowed your brows in confusion; he gently laid you back down on the bed before continuing, “I hurt you when I transformed into a titan; I’m the one who’s responsible-” Jean paused, his eyes landing on the gauze on your upper leg.

He wasn’t making any sense to you; shaking your head, you frowned at him, “What do you mean? I saw you transform before I passed out; I got injured by the rubble falling from the fort.”

“I should be apologizing, not you. When we were in the airship, you told me you loved me, and I ignored you, Jean, and then I thought you died and lost you. I’m terrible-” You looked up at him through teary eyes; Jean wiped your tears before kissing your cheeks.

“All this time, I was scared that I had almost killed you, and here you thought that I was dead.” He whispered, hands caressing your cheek.

“You’re not dead right; if I close my eyes, you’ll still be here?” You brought your hand up to hold his, letting out a shaky breath.

“No, my love, I’m not dead, and I’m not going anywhere.” Jean pressed a light kiss to your forehead. You cautiously sat up before moving over slightly to make room for him on the small bed.

“Can you lie here with me? Don’t wanna let go of you yet.” He nodded his head before getting up from his seat to lie next to you.

You placed your head on his chest, eyes fluttering shut. Your hand traced the buttons on his shirt, slowly getting lulled to sleep by the sound of his steady heartbeat.

Jean’s fingers skimmed your side; overwhelming happiness filled his chest; he was relieved that you were alright and that he hadn’t been the one at fault for your current state. He felt you press a kiss where his heart was, and his lips curled into a smile.

“You know why I said what I said on the airship?”

“Hmm, why?” Your ears piqued in interest.

“Because I knew that even if I died, I’d find you again, somehow somewhere.”

You let out a sigh, silently thanking whoever it was that answered your prayers.

I love him and you brought him back to me.

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[fruitcoops]

Could we please have a prequel to the praise kink fic? Because i really want to know why were Sirius and Remus not together and what did Remus send him. I really need context

I was hoping somebody would ask for this!! The aforementioned fic is here for any curious souls (18+ please) and SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for spicy texts (not exactly nudes), and smutty feelings with nothing explicit

The bus went over a bump and Sirius winced as his shins knocked against the back of the seat in front of him, connecting with the metal brace inside. “Fuck.”

“You sure you don’t want to switch?” James asked next to him. Sirius glanced down at the veritable wall of gear and empty snack bags between them, then back to James in disbelief. He shrugged, then set his headphones back over his ears. “Worth a shot.”

“Merde,” Sirius hissed as a pothole nearly took off his kneecap. He gritted his teeth and readjusted, drawing his legs closer to his chest. I want to be home, he thought, allowing himself an internal moment to whine.

He checked his phone—not even ten in the morning. It was a Saturday, so Remus would probably just be rolling out of bed, still sleepy and soft with his hair sticking up like a disgruntled cat’s. Sirius sighed heavily and stared out the window at the small town rolling past in the distance; there was little he wouldn’t give to be back with him instead of on the way to a full week of conferences.

“Why did we have to win the Cup?” he grumbled.

James lifted one side of his headphones. “What?”

“Nothing.”

It wasn’t like they had had much time to themselves before that, either—Sirius’ schedule was packed with interviews that felt more like interrogations, and Remus had been running the PT department mostly by himself while Moody took a well-deserved vacation. They were dead on their feet every night, worked to the bone with little energy left to do more than cuddle and fall asleep. Still, Sirius was grateful for every second of it.

He waited ten more minutes before giving in.

New Message To: Re

Bonjour mon loup <3

There was no immediate response, which made sense, though he was a little bit disappointed. Sirius closed his eyes and tried to make himself relax; it would be at least another six hours before they arrived at their destination, and the bad weather gathering overhead didn’t bode well for quick travel.

His phone buzzed gently and he scrambled to answer. Don’t be Reg, don’t be Reg, don’t be Reg—

New Message From: Re

Morning love!

Thanks for the bagels <3

“Fuck yes,” Sirius said under his breath. The bagels had been a last-minute decision as he crept through the house in the early hours of the morning after carefully detaching himself from Remus with a final half-asleep farewell kiss. There was no guarantee he would remember breakfast with everything going on, so Sirius figured it was a safe bet to toast them and leave them on the countertop before heading out.

Message To: Re

Pas de problem

Sleep well?

Message From: Re

Decent

Missed you :(

Sirius rested his temple against the cold window with a soft sound. He hated leaving at different times, but that was just how their life worked at the moment.

Message To: Re

Missed you too <3

Three small dots appeared for a long moment before vanishing without a trace just as his heart rate began picking up. Where’d you go? he almost wondered aloud. Something bumped his arm and James raised a quizzical brow. “Loops,” Sirius said by way of explanation.

“I figured. He okay?”

“I think so? He just…disappeared on me.” Sirius was well-aware of how plaintive he sounded—James’ teasing smile was completely unnecessary.

“Aw, Cap,” he laughed, reaching over to mess with his beanie until Sirius slapped his hand away. “It’s alright, buddy, it’s just a couple days.”

Sirius jammed his hat back on his head and flicked James on the unprotected bit of his ear, making him yelp. “Fuck off, I know you’ll be a mess as soon as Lily FaceTimes with my godson.”

“He has a name, you know.”

“Sorry. You’ll be a mess as soon as she FaceTimes with Pocket Pots, who happens to be my godson.”

James rolled his eyes. “I regret giving you that title.”

“Nah, you don’t.”

As if on cue, his phone lit up again; Sirius ignored James’ snickering as he quickly unlocked it.

New Message From: Re

When will you be at the hotel?

“That’s it?” he muttered.

Message To: Re

That was a lot of typing for one sentence

6-7 hrs, if the weather holds

Why?

Message From: Re

Sorry lmao Reg came in for a bit

Just curious :) Keep me updated?

Message To: Re

Will do <3

Tell Reg he needs to wash his sheets. It’s been over a month.

A small thumbs-up emoji was his only answer, and he tried not to be too bummed. Remus liked having things to do; sitting there and texting Sirius while he slowly got further and further away was probably not his preferred way to spend a morning. With a sigh that was likely a bit too dramatic for the situation he was in, Sirius faced the window once more and buckled in for a long ride.

He chatted off and on with the others when they stopped for lunch, but everyone was exhausted from the combination of a packed week and an early morning. Even Talker stayed fairly quiet, and James kept his headphones on for most of the trip.

Sirius finally succumbed to his tiredness and put some music on, then dozed for an hour or three while they traveled through yet another field. A few halfhearted calls of “cows” made their way around the bus, though nobody seemed particularly enthused about being packed in with double the gear due to a broken storage compartment. Donuts and gas station coffee could only do so much.

“Just crossed the state border,” Arthur called from the front of the bus as Sirius tried to ignore the cramping in his thighs. Three hours. Just three more.

His music was interrupted by a soft jingle alert and he pulled his phone out, hoping against hope that Regulus hadn’t caused a fire anywhere. It was unlikely given the…well, everything about him, but with Sirius’ luck it could happen.

New Message From: Re

How far?

Message To: Re

About 3 hrs. Ran into some detours

Good day?

Remus remained silent on the other end and Sirius frowned. That was rather rude, and highly unusual. Between the two of them, Remus was the one who kept conversations going past the initial question to be answered.

Message From: Re

Attachment: 1 Image

Love you! Call me when you get there : )

Sirius opened the attachment and almost threw his phone in utter shock. Skin. Bare skin everywhere, its smooth edges broken up only by tight black fabric that may as well have been painted onto the curve of Remus’ ass. “Oh my god,” he whimpered, voice barely audible even to his own ears. It had been taken in their bedroom mirror; Remus looked over his shoulder, and Sirius caught the corner of a devious smirk on his lips. “Oh, you fucker.”

Message From: Re

Thoughts? They’re cozy

Message To: Re

Did you miss the part where I said three (3) hours

Message From: Re

Nope

Second one is a guessing game and u get a prize if u get it right : )

The second photograph was more zoomed-in than the first and Sirius wracked his brain, running through his mental catalogue of Remus’ body to figure out the answer. It did absolutely nothing to calm the situation in his pants.

He had no idea what the promised prize was, but anticipation made his hands shake slightly as he carefully scanned the picture. The shadows caught it at an odd angle—it wasn’t the steady slopes of his face or neck, nor was it the strong curve of a shoulder. Not enough freckles, either, he thought.

A lightbulb lit in the back of his mind.

Message To: Re

Right hip

Another thought connected half a second later.

Holy fuck you took them off

Is that my prize?

Re?

Remus Lupin I swear to god

TEXT ME BACK

Message From: Re

Bingo!

Christ you’re impatient, I was gone for like 2 mins

He chanced a look toward Pots, whose head lolled to the side as he snored.

Message To: Re

Hey quick question why are you like this

It’s a good thing Pots is out cold bc this bus is too small to hide anything

Message From: Re

Haha sux to be you

Sirius’ cheeks heated with a whole cocktail of different emotions as he furiously typed a response.

Message To: Re

‘Sux to be you’???

Are you 13 yrs old????

Message From: Re

Do you want your prize or not u horndog

Message To: Re

YOU MADE ME THIS WAY

He took a deep breath through his nose and flexed his fingers.

Yes please

A simple smiley face—Sirius would never see those things the same—popped up, followed by an audio file. He triple-checked that his headphones were plugged in before tapping ‘play’ with an unsteady thumb.

His face went very, very hot before all the blood went straight to his groin and he closed his eyes, covering his mouth with his hand. Breathy sounds came through the heavy earphones, a little more crackly than they would be in-person; he heard Remus’ gasp catch in his throat and crossed his legs as best he could in the too-small seat, torn between thanking and cursing any higher power. He could practically see Remus’ face in his mind’s eye as the noises continued, intermixed with fragments of desperate words.

The file came to an end after what felt like the blink of an eye and a hundred years, and Sirius did not look away from the violently red seat cushion in front of him for a long moment as his brain came back online. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so turned on.

He took a few deep breaths, though it did nothing to erase the poorly-muffled whines that still rang between his ears like church bells. Sirius huffed and turned to grab his waterbottle out of his duffel, only to make direct eye contact with Finn across the aisle.

Sirius froze.

Finn grinned.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hissed, too low to wake James but just loud enough to carry over the four feet separating them. Finn’s smile widened. “Stop it. Stop it right now.”

“How’s Loops?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“That good, huh?”

“O’Hara, I swear to god—”

“Oh, is Cap spilling secrets?” Kasey asked, poking his head over the back of the seat.

Finn opened his mouth, but the force of Sirius’ glare must have been enough to at least intimidate him a little, because he shook his head. The smug Cheshire grin remained. “Nah, just having a chat about our plans when we get home.”

Kasey groaned. “You’re a lucky man, O’Hara. Both your people get to come with you. Nat sent me a promise, like, twenty minutes ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. I won’t be available tonight from six to eight if anyone was wondering.”

“Did she really?” Finn looked back to Sirius, who bit the inside of his cheek and tried to keep his cool. Two and a half hours, and then he would be safe. Just two and a half more hours.

[flower-slut004]

Soft ABC’s

note: i’m trying to clear my drafts and i’m left and right with ideas.

A - Affection (how do they show affection)

In the beginning KC wasn’t as affectionate but later on she became super affectionate but only in private. She isn’t big on the whole PDA thing unless she’s jealous.

B - Balance (how do they balance you, work/school/life?)

With spy life and school life, KC finds it hard at first to balance your relationship. The more dates she missed due to missions the more distant she felt you were. KC finally made the best of both words and turned your date nights into study dates.

C - Cuddles (do they enjoy cuddling? what positions?)

KC adores your cuddles, especially after long and hard missions. She’d yearn for the hours to end quickly so she could be wrapped in a big blanket with you watching movies.

D - Date (what was your first date?)

A picnic. KC wanted to make sure the date was perfect and no interruptions at all. She wanted to spend the date to get to know you. The picnic was in a beautiful meadow with a gorgeous view of the town.

E - Excited (how excited do they get when they see you/are with you?)

After long and stressful days, KC tries not to run you over so she keeps her cool around you. She doesn’t want to scare you off so she “walking” to your house and waits a few minutes to knock.

F - Fighting (what happens when you fight)

It takes a lot for you guys to fight. She’s pretty chill and you’re pretty chill. The only time you fought was when you found out she was a spy. It was pretty bad, yelling and screaming. Trudie powered off to avoid the screaming.

G - Gorgeous (pet names. what do they like to call you? what do they like to be called?)

The typical nicknames, KC isn’t big on creating new names. “baby” “babe”.

H - Hi (first time meeting)

You were new to the school and had the pleasure of running into Marissa. She instantly hooked you around her arms when she saw your designer purse. KC was doing homework at lunch when she laid eyes on you. Sounds cliche but KC swore time froze. “KC this is YN! YN this is KC”. KC felt her face heat up when you smiled at her “Hey KC”

I - Intimacy (how romantic they are)

KC doesn’t have a romantic bone in her body. She may be smart but when it comes to romance, she isn’t the best at it. You’re the romantic one in the relationship.

J - Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they react to you being jealous)

She's 100% the jealous type. Guys and girls are on her radar. If she feels someone is too close she’ll instantly wrap her arms around you and make it known that you’re hers. When you’re jealous, she finds it cute. She’ll remind you at the end of the day that she’s yours and your hers

K - Kisses (where do they like to kiss you/how often?)

Bc of her height ( if you’re taller than her, read the second part) she loves giving you forehand kisses as much as possible. If you’re taller than her, she loves giving you kisses on the shoulder/cheek. She usually gives you shoulder kisses on dates tho.

L - Love (when was the first time they said I love you or realized it?)

KC realized she loved you after she came back from a mission where she was almost killed. Limping back into her bedroom, you surprised her. With your rambling, she realized how much she loved you. That same day she told you she was in love with you.

M - Moving in (when do you decide to move in together)

Keep in mind, you guys are still in high school. The first step into moving in together would be roommates in college.

N - Newborn (their reaction to starting a family)

I'm not sure about this one since KC seems the type to not want kids, but if yall did have kids it would be a long discussion before you guys adopt

O - Open (how open you are with one another)

You guys are pretty open about everything the only thing that is kept away from you is that KC is a spy.

P - Photos (what kind of photos you take of them/they take of you)

KC loves photos of you sleeping/ wearing her clothes. You take photos of her when she’s studying or not looking.

Q - Quirks (what random habits do you have that they love or hate/vice versa)

When you get nervous you hiccup. KC loves/hates It depends on her mood.

R - Recovery (how you help them after an injury/vice versa)

You can always be found at KCs house so every night when KC comes home from a mission you already have ice pack and warm bath ready for her.

S - Solution (how they resolve fights)

Let’s be honest, KC won’t apologize if she thinks she’s right. Usually fights end up in tearful apologies or little jokes here and there

T- Touch (when they need/want your touch, what will they do? how often?)

KC isn’t so big on PDA like I said earlier, but when she feels the need to come into skin to skin contact with you, she’ll hold your hand and play with your fingers.

U - Up ( waking up with them)

You wake up earlier than her and so usually you clean her room ( if needed) while you waited for her to wake up

V - Vacation (where they travel with you)

With KC’s benefits from being a spy, she can practically take you anywhere.

W - Wedding (how they propose/where you get married/honeymoon)

You’re the one to propose. You propose to her after graduation from college at the library. Y’all get married in a nice small ceremony in a DC park. The honeymoon is in Paris where you go to look at art

X - X-factor (what about you captivated them?)

KC loves how you don’t hold back from telling the truth. She loves your bluntness.

Y - Yawning (how they act when they’re tired)

As soon as she yawns, she can go out at any moment. Makes sure to carry a pillow

Z - Zzzz (how you fall asleep together)

wrapped around each other, keeping each other warm

[missmonsters2]

Close to You

Edit: gif by giuliacommissions

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader/OFC

Prompt: I’ll keep you warm. Hold me closer.

Note: As we all know, Wanda Maximoff is the love of my life. A break for softness bc Between the Lines will be angsty and sad for a while 👀

Warnings: this is fucking soft™

Genre: Fluff

Count: 3453

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The world is beautiful. 

The sunlight's warmth caresses your cheek, a light wind running its breeze through your hair. The only sound you can hear is the soft music playing and a light snore. The smell of pine wafts through the air as you drive at a steady pace. There's no rush; you are exactly where you want to be. 

You hear a slight mumble to your right, and you turn over to see Wanda shifting slightly in her seat but doesn't wake. Her eyes are closed as she curls as much as she can in the passenger seat. 

Your lip curves upward gently as you turn your attention back to the road.

You think of the girl beside you. 

The world is beautiful.

And it was worth saving. 

You constantly have to remind yourself of that fact. Otherwise, you don't think you could get up anymore. 

Defeating Thanos had taken everything. 

Natasha was gone. Tony was gone. Vision was gone. Steve was not gone, but his hip would probably break if he moved the wrong way, so fighting was out of the question for the old man. 

So many people were still gone, and the world never felt so lonely. 

You lean your head against your fist towards the window, feeling more of the wind against your face and hair. Taking a deep breath in, you let it out slowly through your nose. 

Another noise beside you draws your attention back, and you find Wanda waking slowly. She's a little disgruntled, and the side of her hair has lifted and looped from her sleep. 

You bite your tongue, holding in the words that want to come out. 

Wanda is absolutely charming.

Still, Wanda turns her head to you a little too quickly, unintentionally catching your thoughts. Her cheeks dust a light rose color as she runs her fingers through her hair to straighten herself out. 

"Hey," she rasps, still groggy. Grabbing the water bottle between the two of you, she takes a long gulp, finishing with a light sigh.

"Hey, sleepyhead," you smile. Wanda looks apologetic, but you just chuckle it off. 

Wanda looks out the window, breath hitching just ever so slightly at the view. She likes that it feels like the world could go on and on forever in the car with you. The trees look lusher, the air seems crisper, and even the sky seems a little happier--if that makes sense. 

"Where are we heading today?" Wanda asks patiently.

Every few days to a week is always new, and Wanda has been on the road with you for a while. She's learned that sometimes you have a place in mind and the other times? You're just driving until you decide you like where you are.

"To Lake Cushman," you tap the steering wheel with your index finger in a slow, steady rhythm. Wanda hums as she rolls down her window too to feel the breeze on her skin. 

The rest of the drive is serene. The two of you enjoy the ride, listening to the same song over and over again.

When you get to the lake, you park the car, and Wanda goes to the trunk to help you carry things out. Wanda spends her time at the edge of the lake blowing up the inflatable boat you packed along manually. 

You smile.

It wasn't always like this. In fact, Wanda wasn't even someone you were really close with. Of course, you were a team, and you wouldn't hesitate to have her back in a battle. But Wanda used to have her own world with Vision, and that world existed far from you. 

It wasn't until the funeral that the two of you really noticed each other. 

The funeral left you with a hollow feeling. You stood with Clint and Wanda for a minute more before you turned to leave, muttering about contacting you if something happened. 

You were a traveler, always have been. Being an Avenger never changed that. 

You hugged Morgan and Pepper before you went to your car to pack things up.

"Can I come with you?"

The sudden words made you turn around. 

Wanda stood there, the rim of her eyes red from crying and also trying to hold in the tears. Her legs stood together straight, but she held her hands together in front of her tightly, revealing she was worried about you rejecting her. 

You stared at her for a long moment.

"Of course."

The first few weeks to two months of traveling was strange. You're not sure what possessed Wanda to ask you if she could tag along. You're not sure what possessed you to say yes.  

Wanda didn't talk much, still grieving just like you. That left the road trips with tons of silence. You weren't really sure of what to think about the company or her specifically. The only time Wanda had ever seemed happy was with Vision, and now he was gone. 

But still, you think you could pinpoint a certain day that things seemed to change. 

"No powers."

Wanda frowned. "Why not?"

"It's my rules when traveling. If you want to tag along, no powers unless we really need it." You stood firm with your stance. 

The two of you were on a hike, particularly a long one with a lot of inclines. Wanda wanted to float her way up--generously offering to take you as well, but you said no.

"You think showing our powers would be dangerous?" Wanda scrunches her brows together with a slight frown on her lips. 

"No," you blinked. 

"Then, why?" Wanda asks exasperatedly. 

You sigh, looking at the girl before you. "Wanda, there are times when efficiency is good. Like when our lives are at stake, or we're in a battle or a mission. Powers are wonderful when we need to save others."

You turn your head to look around the scenery. "But look around here," you tell her, your peripheral vision catching Wanda doing as she's told. "Right now, it's just you and me on a hike. The world isn't falling apart, no fight that needs to be fought, and we have absolutely no rush to be anywhere."

You turn your head back to Wanda's, catching the other girl's vibrant but confused eyes. "For people like us, we generally don't have the luxury to waste time. But if we get the chance the smell the flowers along the way, shouldn't we?"

Wanda stares at you. Blinking once, then twice. 

And then a tentative, shy smile blooms. 

"I used to hate the sky."

The comment is said so quietly you almost miss it, but it breaks you out of thought. 

You move your head further to the side, catching Wanda, who is still staring at the sky. The two of you lie on your backs on opposite edges of the inflatable boat. 

"Yeah?" You say as you move your head back to look at the sky along with Wanda. A warm leg moves and presses against yours, and you think about how wonderful it is to be able to share the same sky with Wanda. "Why?"

Wanda is silent, seemingly shocked because no one has ever asked why. So, she presses her lips together, trying to formulate her answer.

"I guess...I hated that the sky always seemed to pass by," Wanda sighs as she closes her eyes. "It was like time was passing by, and I didn't get the chance to notice it. I'd wake up when it was still dark, and by the time I was done the day, it was dark again."

At this point, Wanda can't tell if the warmth against her leg is hers or yours. All she knows is that she wants more of it. 

"I guess you don't hate it anymore?" You chuckle a little, knowing you and Wanda spend most days relaxing in the sun. 

Wanda opens her eyes, staring at the clear blue sky. The thought of how she's always learning something from you crosses her mind.

For example, if they have the luxury to enjoy the flowers along the journey, they should. 

Or oranges can be very flammable. 

But Wanda has come to realize things on her own too.

Like how life is made up of moments, and if she decides to be just a little brave, she can get the moments she wants. 

"The sky is beautiful during the day," Wanda concedes, but she bites her lip as you hum. Taking a deep breath before swallowing. Her moment of bravery comes in the form of sliding her hand across the small boat, her fingers just meeting the start of yours. "But I no longer mind when it's dark when I wake up and dark when my day ends if I am with you."

You turn your hand over, palm facing up as you curl your fingers to just hook Wanda's fingers.

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You're the first to wake up from your slumber. You don't even remember falling asleep. After having enough of lounging in the boat, you took Wanda on another hike. At the very top, you packed food along with a blanket. You and Wanda sat under the shade, watching the horizon just beyond the valley with soft talks about hopes and dreams. 

There's a sadness in Wanda that you don't think will ever go away, but you watch her with slow eyes as she talks about how it would be wonderful to exist in a tiny evergreen lush island. 

Wanda has a lovely complexion with rosy cheeks as she looks at her hands, talking about an island that may only exist in her dreams. Her long lashes draw you in, and you wonder if it's terrible of you to notice such things. 

You check your watch, noticing you only slept for half an hour, and look over to Wanda, who is curled against you. She sleeps peacefully as there's still plenty of daylight out. You look up, the sun passing through the leaves and branches above you.

Wanda sniffles slightly in her sleep. You turn over to find the girl shiver just once, shuffling closer to you to seek warmth.  

As you take your jacket off to drape it over her, you wonder how and when you got pulled under Wanda's spell.

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The day comes to a quiet end after dinner and sitting by the campfire. The wonderful thing about your car is that you can push the back seat down and make a little bed to rest in. 

The back is filled with pillows and blankets, and as you have your pillow propped up with your back against it, you can look out the back window of your car and into the skyline outside. 

Perhaps it's because the two of you have slept most of the day, but sleep doesn't come as easily at night. You've got your Bluetooth speaker playing music in the background to relax you. 

"I can't sleep," Wanda mumbles and sits up. You chuckle as Wanda props her pillow up, too, with a sigh. 

She rests her head back, looking through the sunroof, and gazes at the stars. 

"Do you want me to turn off the music?" You ask, but Wanda shakes her head, hair falling from her ear as she does.

"No, I probably napped too much today." 

"Our sleep schedule is going to get fucked if we keep napping during the day," you snicker. "I guess we should find more things to do during the day than a hike. I was thinking maybe we could start going into town to do things."

"Like what?" Wanda asks.

You shrug. "Go to museums, actually eat at a restaurant, watch movies in a theatre. I don't know. Anything we want to, I guess."

Wanda gnaws on her lips because all those things sound like a date, and her fingers thrum against the floor in anticipation. She looks at you, blinking while you stare back, unsure.

"I'm cold," Wanda states, leaving you in confusion.

"Oh, uh..." You stutter, feeling your body tense. "Do you want more blankets? A sweater?"

Wanda stares at you with a tilt of her head. "No."

You press your lips together, opening the blanket just a little from where you are, and offer your arms to the other girl. Wanda may be using all the courage she has, and you realize now is not the time to be dense. 

And it's worth it when Wanda can't help but smile as she scoots closer into your arms as you hold her, pulling the blanket up to her shoulder. 

There's a certain tingle on your skin. A pit in your stomach, a warmth that spreads through your chest when Wanda's body presses against yours. The way she lies against across your chest while you cradle her in your arms. The smell of cinnamon and orange blossoms permeate the air you breathe, and even though you're in the middle of nowhere, you feel like you're home. 

Wanda sighs in contentment. She likes the way you don't say anything else, and the only words that float through your mind are lyrics from the song playing in the background.

The hours pass like it's nothing, and soon, the sun rises steadily. The sky becomes a palette of colors you've seen a million times. You've seen every color of the sky. But seeing everything again with Wanda is different.

You hold Wanda tighter in your arms, becoming more daring as your fingers trail across her arm covered by her shirt. The scent of her hair flirts with you as your fingers trail up her arm until you trace her bare collarbone. The way Wanda breathes is noticeable, filling her chest as it rises and holds. 

Your hand drops and Wanda tilts her head to look up at you.

The sky is no longer just pink and orange. It's cotton candy that trickles far and wide. It's the color that reflects off of Wanda's skin, hitting her eyes, and for a moment, you think you saw a glimpse into the future. 

"Why me?"

The question holds nothing but soft wondering. Within the words, Wanda suspects you mean why did she ask to come with you that day?

Why now?

Wanda licks her bottom lip.

"Why did you say yes?" She counters back. 

You don't say anything. You try to think of an answer, but nothing comes to your head. The truth is you don't know why. You just looked at her that day, and you couldn't have pictured yourself saying no. 

Wanda shifts, looking back at the sunrise. 

"Did Stephen ever tell you there's millions and millions of realities out there?"

You sigh with a grimace, "Yes, so many times."

Wanda chuckles raspily, and you feel the vibrations against your chest. 

"It's strange, isn't it? To think so many versions of you exist out there, that every reality would be different from the one we exist in today," Wanda lifts her hand from out the blanket, holding up and letting the sunlight filter through her fingers.

You don't say anything and only listen to Wanda because this may be the most she's spoken since coming on this trip.

"I loved Vision," Wanda says finally. "I don't think I will ever find a love I had with him again."

You blink, unsure what to make of that statement. You understand it, you really do. You'll always be understanding of her grief, and yet, your tight arms around her begin to feel awkward. 

Wanda chuckles again, dropping her hand back down on your arm to keep it in place. "And that's okay."

"I have lost so much," Wanda's breath shutters for a moment. "We both have."

You swallow slowly, trying to not like the pang of pain distract you. 

"But as much as I have lost, I've always gained something. I've lost my parents, and that led to gaining powers. I've lost my home country, but I gained a family with the Avengers. I've lost Pietro, and I gained Vision. I've lost Vis," Wanda swallows, "And I gained you."

"So, when you ask why you," Wanda licks her lips, "It's because I'm no stranger to loss. Even though grief has come to my door again, I know something good when I see it. And I saw you. I saw this moment."

"This moment?" You scrunch your brows together. It's such an odd moment to see, and yet so much of Wanda's behavior over the last six months made more sense. 

Wanda sits up, turning to face you as the blanket draped over her slides down her back. Hands pressed against the ground on either side of your legs, she leans in close. You catch specks of the sky in her eyes, but this one isn't just the cotton candy that's just outside. 

You catch specks of all the beautiful lush green trees you've seen. The sea and the sand the waves push up against. You see the white sun and shy hands that inch closer until they meet. 

A hand touches your jaw, shyly sliding further until Wanda holds your cheek. 

"Are you cold?" She murmurs, feeling the lack of warmth from sitting upright the entire night. 

"Yeah," You mumble as Wanda leans closer and closer until you can feel her breath on your lips. 

"I'll keep you warm," Wanda whispers, and you feel the brush of her lips. "Hold me closer."

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"You know, I wish there was a way– that I could let her know. That we won." Clint looks over at Wanda. "We did it."

"She knows--they both do." The rim of Wanda's eyes is red as she looks out onto the lake. Clint gives her a side hug that she returns for a long minute.

"You know where to reach me if you need me," you mutter, turning to leave the two alone.

Wanda looks at your retreating form. You didn't shed a single tear at the funeral, but she did not blame you. She had recognized that kind of grief on herself once upon a time, and she knows it's the kind that hurts more than any crying could. 

Clint eventually bids his farewell and takes off, leaving her alone to gaze out onto the lake. 

More tears well up, and Wanda isn't sure if she should let them fall or will them to magically go back into her eyes. It seems she decided too slow, and the tears well over down her cheeks as someone comes to stand next to her. 

He takes a deep breath, holding his hands behind his back.

"I'm sorry for your loss," he politely passes his condolences. 

"Me too," Wanda says without breaking her view. 

It's silent for another minute.

"You know," Stephen squints as if that will let him see further. "I went through 14 million realities to see which one where we would win and only came out with one."

"If this is supposed to make me better, it's not--"

"Hear me out," Stephen cuts Wanda off. "In every reality that we manage to bring everyone back, including the one where we win, there was only one thing consistent."

Wanda laughs humorlessly. "And what's that?"

"You are grieving, yes, but," Stephen turns to face Wanda, causing her to turn to him as well. "You gain something so, so very beautiful."

Wanda's brows furrows, confused at what Stephen is trying to hint at. It isn't until he turns his attention to something that she turns too, stunned. 

It's you, slowly packing your car. 

"Strange, isn't it?" Stephen muses like he's talking to himself. "14 million realities, and every single one you return in, you gain her."

Wanda stares at you, unsure what to make of what Stephen is telling her.

"Why her?" She mumbles.

Stephen grins.

"I think you're a smart girl, Wanda," he tells her without answering her question. "I think if you let yourself, you'll see something good. You'll see her, even if you are grieving."

Stephen places his hand on her shoulder, giving her an encouraging squeeze before he walks away.

Wanda stands there, still looking at you while she tilts her head just to the side slightly. 

And she's not sure what happens, but she sees something in her head.

A cotton candy sky, the light barely visible. She sees pillows and blankets in the back of a car. She hears the same song playing over and over in the background. 

Wanda sees you.

She sees you in a light she's never had before, in a way she didn't think was ever possible. 

"I'm cold," you whine, and Wanda sees herself smiling as she leans closer. 

"I'll keep you warm," she sees herself bold and wanting. "Hold me closer."

[wqk-k]

Obey Me Brother react to an idol!MC

 hi this is my first set of headcanons for the brothers  👉👈 i apologize if the brothers are ooc in this, though i tried my best jksajdufhj. i hope you enjoy!

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Warning(s): Cursing

Reader Pronouns: They/Them (4A)

Background: MC is a very popular idol in their world, best known for their impressive singing skills, music and the amount of rewards they have recieved because of their talents. Surprisingly, they aren’t only popular in their world, but in the Devildom and Celestial Realm as well.

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Lucifer

since lucifer didnt actually read who you were on the paper that had blown to his feet, he had no idea you were an idol at first

but after couple days at RAD, he noticed that random demons kept coming up to you in between classes and didnt leave until the next class started

most of them had come up to you with a pen and some paper asking for your autograph

he was just like ??? 

after a while of this happening luci decided to just ask you straight up why they were coming up to you like that and you had told him you were an idol back in the human realm

that explains it

he honestly doesnt mind

if people start hating on you in public, he’ll honestly just shoot them a death glare and it works

so damn well

he got too much pride to deal with those underlings

if you start working on music/mv projects that you left off on in the human realm (like shooting mv or singing) he will absolutely rent you a recording booth or fuck, even a whole ass theatre if you needed it

sometimes he likes to sit in the recording booth and listen to you sing for a bit before returning to his stacks of mammon’s bills 

v proud of you dont get him wrong

but he will make sure you’ve done all your homework first LMAO 🛌

Mammon

when mammon first found out you were an idol he started digging through boxes that had been in his closet

after what seemed like hours he finally found the box he was looking for and he started to dig through it

he pulled out an old camera that levi gave him a couple hundred years ago bc he said he didnt need it

mammon had the best idea ever, he could sell pictures of you to your fans for at least 10,000 grimm each.

surprisingly it worked

like really well

so well that you found out

you confronted him about it, saying that you find hella uncomfy with him snapping pictures of you at random times. not only that but it was an invasion of your privacy

despite him earning so much grimm, he agrees to stop but keeps some of the pictures to himself to look at when he misses you 

if you get hate in public he’ll turn into his demon form and scare the person away, maybe scaring you in the procees but apologizes right away if he does

if you start working on music/mv projects he’ll offer to help you shoot mvs or record you singing if you need the help

just make sure he gets some credit for helping you

but he genuinely thinks you look amazing in anything, like anything

you could be wearing a big bird cosplay and he’ll think you look breathtaking

gets you to model w him sometimes

Leviathan

wait you look really familiar

really really familiar

you almost look and sound like that one really popular human idol that hes simped for time and time again

wait

oh shit

v embarrassed when he finds out it is actually you and gets really nervous when hes talking to you

is the demon asking for your autograph

but you have no idea how much power you have over this man

you could tell him to come out of his room and he’d come out with ease, no protesting, no nothing

may ask you to record a ringtone for him for when he wakes up

even after months of you two knowing each other, he still gets flustered when you start talking to him with your stupid cute ass eyes and your perfect hair and your perfect voice and your perfect-

yeah you get the point AKJSDKLASFBG

if you get hate in public he will deadass growl at the person before escorting you to your favorite ice cream place

if you start working on music/mv projects he will be by your side 24/7

he wants to see the god/ess themselves at work

hes like your personal butler for the time youre working on the projects and its adorable

hes bby

Satan

when he finds out youre an idol he will 100% voulenteer to help you write lyrics for your next song

but besides that, like luci, he really doesnt mind

he hears some other demons talking shit about you after art class and he’ll be angy as usual, but after stomping off and accidentally bumping into you he just

turned into puddy??

idk what it was but it was something abt they way your hair was a lil messed up and looking at him like that wish a small embarrassed look

just wow

every ounce of anger just evaporated while you apologized over and over again because the face he was making made him look like he was angry for some reason 

when he snaps back into reality he says its cool but then asks if youd like to go to the library w him because honestly youre his safe haven now

sometimes he asks you to hum a tune for him when hes reading

if the demons start hating again, you may need to hold him back KJASNDJFG 

if you start working on music/mv projects, again, will voulenteer for helping with lyrics

if you already have the lyrics down he’ll review them and give constructive critisisim if needed

or he’ll just write every lyric himself and you can judge it after hes done

Asmodeus

is not surprised at all

hes actually heard some of your songs and damn id he doesnt have them on his “on repeat” playlist on devilfy

he thinks you have an outstanding voice, not only that but youre a gorgeous lookin thing

asmo likes to hit on you a lot because he likes to see that flustered look on your face but he would never over your boundaries

he wouldnt want to be over the internet bc he made one of the most praised artists in devildom (thats not even a demon) angry

asmo doesnt want to be cancelled yet JKSJKDGFUA

but seriously, he thinks youre amazing

like really amazing

there like no lust involved in his admiration for you he just geniunely thinks youre cool

but he does think you look amazing 24/7

will ask you to model things for him for devilgram

if you get hate in public, he’ll hold your hands and shower you with compliments and tells you to ignore them

if you start working on music/mv project he will insist on doing backup vocals or being a backup dancer

or like the head backup dancer or whatever theyre called

is like your personal stylist wherever you go as well

along with that he can also help you come up with a beat for your song if you need one, he is more than happy to help someone like you

Beelzebub

he honestly thinks youre really cool

asmo showed him one of your songs before and thought it sounded really catchy

not only that, you sounded beautiful, almost like you were actually from the celestial realm, consider him a fan

so when you showed up for the new exchange program he was surprised but got really giddy

was one of the demons who asked for your autograph

you gave him a sweet smile after he asked and he just- melted

man down man down

will want to spend lost of time with you and take you to ristorante six on fridays as his treat

you usually end up paying though which he feels really guilty about but you tell him its fine

youre an idol who is loaded to the chest, youve got nothing to lose KLSKADJHF

if you get hate in public he’s also the type to death glare but people dont really hate on you in public when youre w him bc he has a naturally scary aura

lowkey thought you wouldnt like him at first :(

if you start working on mv/music projects he’ll start cooking you meal and making sure you get enough water

will absolutely cook your favorite meal- or any meal in fact- if you request it

if you dont request anything he’ll just wing it and make something he think you’ll like kjskdhsf

Belphegor

couldnt care less  🧍

he thinks your voice is pretty nice tho

hears beel listening to your music once and agrees w him on you having a really nice voice

lowkey sing him to sleep

like its super cute

plus he thinks youre gorgeous?? like wow you rlly pretty

once tried rubbing your face bc he thought you were wearing makeup but when nothing came up on his thumb he muttered a small “wow” and hugged you

it was the cutest thing ever ohmy god KJSJDSIF

ever since that day hes obtained a habit of rubbing your face when he finds you stunning or at random moments

if you get hate in public he will literally murder the person?? but in like an alleyway or something

he’ll say something like “wait here” and walks toward a dark area to do his thang

when he comes back he’s covered in this red shit and you worry for him but he just glosses over it and takes you into a pillow shop LMAO

he is v protective over you

if you start working on mv/music projects he’ll occasionally help out but most of the time he’s sleeping so he doesnt really care 

sometimes he’ll give beat/lyric suggestions or help flim the mv but thats it  🧍  

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[reinerispretty]

rotations. (zuko x f!reader) pt 14

hi everyone!! i hope you’re doing super well :) thank you so much for reading rotations and for sending me so many kind words!! you all mean the world to me and i rlly mean that bc i am a very emotional person hehe

pt 1

pt 13

pt 15

There were enough rooms in the house for everyone to have their own and, out of habit, (Y/N) picked the room that had once been hers whenever she stayed with the royal family. It was eerie how little it had changed. It was like it had been frozen in time since she had been eleven. Half-finished letters to her friends on the mainland remained on the desk, their scrolls crinkled at the edges with age. An old painting of her and Zuko hung at her bedside. She took it down immediately and shoved it into a desk drawer. 

“This place is amazing!” Sokka yelled as he ran up the steps of the beach house. After being attacked by Azula and being forced to flee the Western Air Temple, at Zuko’s suggestion, the group decided to fly to Ember Island to hide in plain site among the Fire Nation. On their way there, Zuko and Katara had gone on a separate mission to track down the man that killed her mother. While (Y/N) understood the necessity of Katara finding closure, she disapproved of her doing it with Zuko. She especially disapproved of how friendly the two seemed when they returned. Katara had always been her confidant in disliking Zuko and it seemed he had won her over, too. 

(Y/N) stopped at the end of the stone path, looking up at the ornate designs carved into the wood that symbolized to who this house belonged. The last time she had been here was years ago, but it felt like it was a lifetime away. So much had changed since then. 

Katara nudged her shoulder with her own. “Everything okay?” She asked, a small smile etching into her features. (Y/N) pursed her lips. Katara was the first person that she had ever told the full story of her past. She remembered choking on her words a lot because she was unable to find the happiness in her once good memories. Now that they were back on Ember Island, it was like everything was flooding back to her at once. 

“Yeah,” she said with a nod, but it was just a second too late to convince Katara that she was being honest. “Being back here just weirds me out.” 

Everyone had once again changed back into their Fire Nation clothes and while (Y/N) was comfortable, she felt completely exposed. Like anyone could recognize her at any moment. She had to keep reminding herself that it had been years since these people had seen her. 

There were enough rooms in the house for everyone to have their own and, out of habit, (Y/N) picked the room that had once been hers whenever she stayed with the royal family. It was eerie how little it had changed. It was like it had been frozen in time since she had been eleven. Half-finished letters to her friends on the mainland remained on the desk, their scrolls crinkled at the edges with age. An old painting of her and Zuko hung at her bedside. She took it down immediately and shoved it into a desk drawer. 

She dropped her bag and began taking the sheets off the bed so she could wash them. A flash outside of her door caught her eye and she leaned back to see what it was. In the room across the hall, Zuko was hanging clothes in his wardrobe. She tensed. How could she have forgotten that their rooms had been across from one another? It would be doubly difficult to avoid him now. 

She tried to talk to Zuko as little as possible if it could be avoided. It made her upset, seeing that all of her friends were gradually becoming more friendly with him. She had been happy before he had entered their group and she would be happy again once he went away. All she had to do was wait it out. 

Quickly, she gathered her bedsheets into a bundle and darted out of her door, down the hall, and down the stairs, where Katara had already set up buckets of water and soap to wash their clothes. She silently sat down beside her friend and began scrubbing. 

“You’re gonna rub a hole into those if you keep scrubbing so hard.” She looked up to see Katara raising an eyebrow at her. 

“These haven’t been used in years, I just want them to be clean.” In reality, she wanted to scrub those sheets free of the long, sleepless nights she had spent thinking about her future with Zuko. 

“I’m surprised that Zuko wanted to come back here,” Katara said in an effort to start a conversation with him. “The last time he was here, he was with Azula and those two girls.” 

“Mai and Ty Lee.” 

“You knew them?” (Y/N) nodded. 

“I went to school with them. They were all a grade below me. Ty Lee ran away and joined the circus and Mai had the biggest crush on Zuko.” She frowned and Katara must have noticed it, because her friend giggled. “What?” 

“Are you jealous?” 

“Why would I be jealous? Zuko can date anyone he wants. I don’t care.” Katara hummed knowingly and (Y/N) splashed her with soapy water. It irritated her that friends were always trying to act like they knew something she didn’t. 

After they had finished doing laundry and eating lunch, the entire group wanted to sit on the back steps of the house to enjoy the nice weather. Despite being in the Fire Nation, Ember Island was beautiful and its weather was almost always temperate. Everyone besides Aang and Zuko sat while the two boys practiced their firebending. Aang was getting better with each passing day, but (Y/N) noticed he was still holding back. With firebending, you have to give it your all, or else your flames would be weak. She told him this as he ran back to the steps for a water break. 

“I want to be able to be in control of my fire,” he said. He glanced over at Katara, who looked away. She knew he still blamed himself for accidentally burning her. 

“You can be in control and still put your whole being behind it. Firebenders attack with their whole self, because we have fire inside of us. You have it too, you just need to let it out.” 

“(Y/N) knows what she’s talking about,” Zuko said. “She was one of the best prodigies back in the Fire Nation.” 

“Don’t do that,” she snapped at him. Zuko looked at her, surprised. “Don’t just bring up the past like we’re reminiscing on good times.” She stood so she was eye level with the former prince. “And you’re crazy if you think you can get back on my good side just by complimenting me.” 

“(Y/N)-”

“No! You’ll let me speak. For years I tried to reason why you would just drop me like I was nothing to you. Like we didn’t spend ever summer for years on this island, together, and that I didn’t spend almost every waking moment of every day at your side. You left me in the Fire Nation and even after our fights, even after you captured me to take me back to the Fire Nation as a war criminal, I still believed that there was some good in you. You sure fooled me! You had been fooling me for years and I just never realized it. And then, after everything I said to you in your uncle’s tea shop, you betrayed me. You ran home to the people who had been nothing but evil to you from the moment we met and left me in a prison to rot!” 

This was the most she had spoken to Zuko since he had joined their group. The fire that raged in her eyes was apparent, and Katara was close enough to see the flames dancing on her fingertips. 

“And then you want to come here and act like everything is fine? You want to befriend my friends, the people that cared for me when you didn’t, and bring up the good times we had and just completely forget that for the past three years you treated me like I was nothing! Every fight we had, I held myself back because no matter how hard I tried to, I couldn’t hurt you!” 

She shot a fire ball at him that missed by a few inches. Zuko stepped back as (Y/N) walked down to the beach. “You want to be here so badly? Prove it! Fight me!” 

“(Y/N),” Zuko began. 

“I challenge you to an Agni Kai!” The words came out of her mouth before she could stop them. She and her friends realized the weight of what she had said quickly. Zuko set his jaw, his fists balled at his sides. 

She regretted what she had said as soon as it came out of her mouth. She was just so angry and as she looked at Zuko, it was hard to not get angrier. Angry for leaving her behind in the Fire Nation, angry for betraying her in Ba Sing Se, and angry for being able to fit himself back into her life so easily. 

(Y/N) made the first attack, which Zuko dodged. She shot flames at his head, body, and feet and their friends watched in astonishment as they jumped, flipped, and kicked their way around each other. 

“It’s like they’re dancing,” Suki said. Aang narrowed his eyes. 

“He’s on the defense,” he said. 

“What?” Toph asked. 

“Zuko isn’t fighting her back.” 

Their friends could feel the flames get hotter as her anger toward Zuko eventually took control. She was getting sloppy with her movements and instead chose to shoot fire at Zuko every chance she got. Katara stood to diffuse the situation, but Sokka grabbed her arm. 

“They have to do this,” he said. 

(Y/N) was ruthless. She knew she didn’t want to hurt Zuko, but she couldn’t stop herself. Years of anger were reaching their boiling point in this battle. 

“I don’t want to hurt you!” Zuko shouted at her. 

“You already did!” She shouted back, jumping into the air and smacking her fists to the sand, sending a wave of fire at him. The flames had spread around them, encircling them in a ring of fire. Her fists were lit with fire blasts. “Fight me back!” She screamed, shooting balls of fire at him. He had been dodging her attacks and slashing through her flames. Not once had he shot fire at her. “Do something!” 

“I won’t!” Zuko shouted over the roar of the flames. “I don’t want this!” 

(Y/N) could feel the tears streaming down her face. If he fought her, she would have a reason to retaliate. She would have an answer for hurting him, just like he hurt her. Zuko’s amber eyes stared in to her own.

“I won’t fight you.” 

She was twelve again, watching with tear-filled eyes as Zuko knelt to the ground in front of his father, begging him for mercy. She remembered the fear in his voice and the way he screamed when his father burned him right after he had said the very same words he was saying to her. “I won’t fight you!” 

The flames died down instantly. (Y/N) brought her hands to her mouth and slowly fell to her knees, her body shaking with sobs. Her tears hit the hot sand around her. 

She felt strong arms wrap around her and pull her body close to theirs. Zuko rested his chin atop of her head and rubbed her back, his own tears sliding down his cheeks. She pulled away to look up at him. Her eyes were red, her cheeks puffy from her tears, and her bottom lip quivered as she held in a sob, but Zuko still felt his heart skip a beat. 

“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I didn’t mean--I didn’t want--” 

“I know,” was all Zuko said. She wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged him tightly, tucking her face into his neck like she had when they were kids. They sat like that for what felt like hours, until one by one, they felt their friends wrap their arms around them. 

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You are literally the best at writing angst, your fics make me feel some typa way. Can I request a todoroki shoto fic where him and reader are dating and he’s a prohero and she’s a doctor. And shoto is absent a lot bc of work and s/o gets sad bc she feels the relationship is 1sided. They fight bc shoto prioritizes hero-ing, & rder is like “but I save lives too”. They get “close” to splitting, but they makeup somehow. Thank you!!!!!!!

A/N: You think you can get away with breaking my heart just because you complimented me on my writing? 😤 (but in all seriousness, thank you for the compliment!)

You guys know you can request fluffy shit too, right?

Summary: You knew that you and Shouto came from different worlds, and while both of your jobs helped to save people, that didn’t mean that the two of you necessarily saw eye to eye on certain things. One of the things that the two of you never seemed to agree on was your relationship, and you were starting to feel that the two of you would never agree when it came to that.

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You knew from the start that dating a pro hero wasn’t going to be easy. One day you could wake up next to the love of your life, and then five hours later, you find out that they died while watching the evening news. Or, one day you could find yourself being abducted by villains as a pawn to lure your hero lover into rescuing you, and either become scarred from the trauma of being kidnapped, or be the reason why your partner had fallen. Along with this, the hours for a pro were sporadic and unpredictable, which made it even harder to keep up a healthy relationship. So, it was safe to say that most heroes didn’t usually get into relationships with civilians, and, as a doctor, who had to deal with said heroes, you promised yourself to never get involved with one of them. If not for your physical health, then for your mental health.

Oh, how naive you were.

Somehow, whether it be due to some force in the universe that wanted to prove you wrong, or your own lack of willpower, you not only caught the attention of a certain elemental hero, but he had also caught yours as well. At first, you blamed your flustered state on the fact that he seemed to be one of your most, regular, patients. You tried to fool yourself that you were just simply worried for his health. After all, it wasn’t healthy to be visiting a hospital almost every other week. A few weeks of trying to convince yourself, and you suddenly were faced with the horrendous idea that you may have actually been worried about him because you cared about him, more than you were supposed to. It didn’t help that he was so handsome and sweet. In all honesty, it was truly a marvel that you managed to keep it together for as long as you had.

While you tried to keep your feelings tucked away deep inside of your heart, Shouto seemed to have other plans. On the days that he wasn’t in your hospital, bothering you with some large gash from a villain, or some serious bruises and broken bones from attempting to catch a falling building, he would still make his presence known through vases of flowers addressed specifically to you, as thanks for patching him up. Soon, arrangements of flowers were no longer delivered by the mailman, but instead by Shouto himself. He’d make sure to catch you on your break, or whenever you weren’t busy, just so he could strike up a conversation with you. It was both the most sweet and baffling thing that someone has done for you. Fairly soon after his common visits, the hospital became like his second home, where everyone knew why he was there, and the glamour of having a famous pro hero in their work environment was no longer exciting. 

So, no one could really blame you when you started dating him a few months later. 

Loving Shouto was one of the easiest things that you’ve ever done. Being in love with him came naturally to you, as if it were another part of your body. He was always so kind and caring, and while he did have his moments where his inexperience in terms of relationships truly showed, he always strived to be the best boyfriend that he could be. You knew that Shouto was the one who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, to grow old with. In fact, about a year into your relationship, Shouto had suggested that the two of you move in together, under the guise that you would both be saving a lot of money when it came to water and electricity, since the two of you practically lived together anyways. Not that you needed a reason to move in with him.

However, life wasn’t always that easy, and relationships don’t always turn out the way you thought they would.

After two years of dating Todoroki Shouto, you knew that the two of you would fall into some form of routine. The “honeymoon” phase wasn’t going to last forever, and you were perfectly fine with that. You still loved him dearly, and even though you both didn’t express it nearly as much as you used to, the feelings were still there, at least, on your side of the relationship.

While the two of you began to fall into your normalcy, with you growing comfortable with each other’s company, you found yourself realizing just how absent Shouto was. It started when he’d cancel your little dinner dates at home, saying that you shouldn’t wait up for him, since he’ll be home late. Of course, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, because you knew that his schedule wasn’t always the best, so you never complained to him. Soon, though, instead of missing dinner, Shouto was missing the entire day. It wasn’t very often that you had the day off, so when you did, he promised that he’d be home as well, so the two of you could make up lost time. But, when the time came, you woke up alone in your shared bed, a short note on your bedside table being your only indication that he’d left the house, and that he wouldn’t be home until late at night. Eventually, your shared apartment started to feel as though you were the only one living in it, and the only way that you knew Shouto was still living there was because the leftovers you’d put in the fridge for him would be gone the next morning.

At first, you tried really hard to be understanding. You knew that he couldn’t always be there with you, as he had a job to do. Any annoyance that you held toward him would be instantly replaced by guilt, since you knew that he was busy. However, as the days turned into months, your patience began to grown thin, and you were starting to question whether or not he even loved you anymore. If he did, he certainly never showed it, nor did he seem to feel the need to tell you that he loved you. In all honesty, you couldn’t remember the last time he told you he loved you, or the last time you ever felt loved. At this point, you were just wondering if he even cared if you were around, or if you were just someone who he knew would always be there.

Though you had managed to keep your feelings away from him for a while, it didn’t take long for your heart to no longer be able to carry your sorrows, and soon enough, you found yourself sitting on your couch at one in the morning, balling your eyes out as you waited for Shouto to come home.

Luckily for you, you didn’t need to wait much longer, as you could hear the soft click of the lock, and in a matter of seconds, you found yourself staring down the love of your life, who seemed shocked at the fact that you were still awake.

“(Y/N)?” He called out, concern filling his voice, “Why are you still awake?”

Wiping your eyes, you took in a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was to come. “We need to talk,”

Though it was a bit hard to see, with only the light from the kitchen illuminating your apartment, you could make out the tired expression on Shouto’s face. With a soft sigh, he moved toward you, patting your head.

“Can we talk about this in the morning?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest. “Will you even be here in the morning?”

Hearing the edge to your voice seemed to catch his attention, as he tilted his head, clearly confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrugged your shoulders, standing up from the couch in order to meet his eyes. “It’s a simple question, Shouto. You’re not even here when I wake up, so how are we supposed to talk?”

He furrowed his brow, not quite understanding what you were getting at. When he didn’t respond, you let out an obnoxious sigh, all of the anger you’ve been bottling up for the past few months finally rearing its ugly head.

“You know, at first I was fine with you cancelling for dinner. I did my best to understand that you’re a hero, and you have an important job to do,” Your eyes bore into him, almost as if you thought you could convey all of your hurt and anger by just your stare, “But, when you start to become less of a ‘roommate’ and more of a cryptid, that’s where I draw the line.”

“What are you talking about?” You could hear the defensive edge in his voice, and it did nothing to stop the fire from raging in your stomach.

“Do you even remember the last time that the two of us were together? The last time we did something that was remotely romantic? I certainly can’t!” You knew that you were unloading a lot of feelings onto him, but you couldn’t care less at this point.

“Well I’m sorry that I can’t be here all the time, but it’s not like I can just stop what I’m doing just to come home and chat,”

You wanted to rip your hair out. “I’m not asking you to do that!”

“Then what do you want?” He asked, his tone becoming as sharp as a knife, “Do you want me to quit my job? To stop being a hero? I’m not going to stop just because you feel upset. There are actual lives on the line.”

“Do you think that I don’t understand that?” You snapped, your nails digging into the palms of your hands.

“I save lives too, you know! Every single day I go to work and do my best to help out those who need me the most, but you don’t see me neglecting this relationship,”

He scoffed, his lips quirking downwards. “Just because you don’t see the work I put in doesn’t mean that it isn’t there. You knew what my life was like when we started dating, I don’t know why this is surprising,”

“I know what I got myself into! I just wish that I would matter just a fraction as much as your job,”

“You want me to prioritize you over my duty to the people?”

“That’s not what I’m saying! I just want to feel like I’m important to you,” You could feel your shoulders deflating, “Why is that so hard to understand?”

The two of you could have fought the entire night and have gone in circles. Instead, Shouto merely took in a deep breath, closing his eyes. “Can we just talk about this in the morning? It’s late, and I can’t think about this right now.”

All of the fight that was in you had suddenly dissipated, and all you were left with was this hollow feeling in your chest. Shaking your head, you brushed past him, heading towards the guest room.

“Don’t worry. There’s nothing to talk about anymore,” You didn’t even bother turning towards him, “Just, do whatever you want.”

With that, you shut the door behind you, locking it and then throwing yourself onto the bed, praying that you’d get at least a couple hours of sleep before your shift.

Unfortunately for you, you ended up getting about two hours of sleep before waking up at six in the morning. Wordlessly, you got ready for work, not bothering to check if Shouto was still home, though, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d just taken off right after you left.

Once you had arrived at the hospital, you were instantly greeted by the concerned stares from your coworkers, with some even voicing that you didn’t look so good. Not wanting to worry anyone, you told them that you were fine, and that you just didn’t get that much sleep last night. It wasn’t a complete lie, and it got them off of your case, so, you figured that you got away with it.

You honestly couldn’t remember what happened during the rest of the day. Bits and pieces would come to you, like when you had to do a routine check-up for one of your favorite patients, or when you took a thirty minute nap during your lunch. Other than that, you truly could not remember what you did. In fact, if your receptionist didn’t tell you that it was nearly eight in the evening, you were sure that you would’ve stayed the night by accident.

As you left your shift and hurried onto the next train to take you home, you couldn’t help but replay the conversation you had with Shouto. You weren’t quite sure where your relationship stood. Neither of you had made the effort to contact the other, and although it had only been one day, you couldn’t help but feel anxious. While of course, you were glad that you told him how you felt, and that you wished he could be more present as a partner, you felt bad about how you went about telling him. There were better ways of telling him that you felt as though he didn’t care anymore, and snapping at him was probably one of the worst ways to go about it. So, as you continued your journey home, you figured that you’d apologize for snapping at him like you did, but you were in no way going to apologize for how you felt, or for telling him that you didn’t feel like a priority for him.

Once the train had reached its destination, and you had finally made it to your front door, you were just about ready to collapse onto the couch. Maybe get in a quick nap before eating dinner, or maybe you’d just head straight towards your bed and get a full eight hours of sleep. However, once the door swung open, rather than being greeted by the deafening silence that you had grown accustomed to, you could hear the soft hum of the radio being played, along with the quiet sizzling of something being cooked. Closing the door gently, you took off your shoes and jacket, quietly making your way towards the kitchen. As you peered from the doorway, you watched in awe as Shouto stood over the oven, watching almost warily at whatever he was making. It was obvious that he had no idea what he was doing, and, judging by how messy your kitchen looked, it was clear to you that this wasn’t his first attempt. Glancing over at the dining table, you noticed the pair of bowls and cups that were set, as if he were setting the table for two.

Deciding that you were tired of just standing there, you cleared your throat, making your presence known.

He jumped a bit, whipping his head towards the source of the noise, before letting out a sound of relief. Quickly turning off the stove, he faced himself towards you, and you could tell that he felt awkward.

“What are you making?” You asked, trying to break the tension in the room.

“Fried rice,” He started, rubbing the back of his neck, “I thought I could make dinner, it seemed simple enough,”

You hummed, slowly making your way over to him, trying to gauge his reaction. When he didn’t move away, you stepped closer, peering into the pan to look at what he made. While it was slightly overcooked, you appreciated the effort. Motioning toward the table, you spoke, “Go grab the bowls,”

After a few more beats of silence, the two of you found yourselves sitting in front of each other, staring awkwardly at your bowls of fried rice, unsure of what to say. While you really did want to apologize, you weren’t sure of how to approach the topic. You were worried that, if you brought up last night, it’d just end up with the two of you fighting again.

It seemed as thought Shouto had the same idea as you, as he finally spoke up, “I think we should talk about last night,”

Putting down your spoon, you nodded. Glancing up, you noticed the nervous expression on his face, and though you were about to talk about something serious, you couldn’t help but find comfort in the fact that he was just as nervous as you.

“Before we start,” You began, placing your hands in front of yourself, “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry that I got so angry last night. I was bottling up all of my emotions, and instead of just telling you, I let them get the best of me, and I exploded when I didn’t mean to,”

He frowned, moving to take one of your hands in his own, “I’m sorry that I tried to brush off your feelings and got defensive. I was tired and ready to go to sleep, so when you said you wanted to talk, I just snapped.”

You squeezed his hand, offering him a small smile. He returned it almost immediately, holding onto your hand as if you were his anchor. Rubbing his thumb against your knuckles, he gave you a reassuring look.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t listening last night, but I am now,” He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, “Tell me what’s going on,”

You felt a pang of anxiety rushing through you, but you pushed through. Even though you felt awful saying it, the two of you didn’t fight just for the fun of it.

“I know that being a hero means the world to you, and I’m so proud of what you do. You constantly put yourself in harms way in order to protect those who can’t save themselves, and I admire that,”

He nodded his head, ushering you to continue, “But?”

“But,” You said, trying to choose your words carefully, “I feel like you put so much of yourself into your work that there’s not enough of you left when it comes to our relationship.”

You smiled sadly at him. “I’m not saying that I should be your number one priority, I know that would be too selfish. I’d just like to be in the top five, you know?”

The frown on his face made you rethink your words. Mirroring his features, you squeezed his hand. It took him a minute to respond, letting your words sink in. Once he found his voice, he spoke, “You shouldn’t feel like you have to settle for the top five,”

He got out of his seat, pushing it closer to you before sitting down once more. This time, he took both of your hands in his, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry for ever making you feel like you weren’t important to me,”

You shook your head, your nose gently bumping against his. “I know you’re busy,”

“Never too busy when it comes to you,”

You found yourself breaking out into a small grin, laughing a bit. Seeing your relaxed figure, Shouto found himself laughing with you, disconnecting his hands from yours in order to place them on your waist, pulling you closer. As you found yourself practically straddling him, you couldn’t help but run a hand through his hair, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. He seemed to relish in your touch, as he leaned closer to you as you pulled away, causing you to let out another stream of giggles.

While the two of you still had to figure out how to manage your schedules, you were finally filled with a sense of comfort and love, one that you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

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Hayloft- Ezra x Reader P.6 Final

AN: Well here we are guys.... I really want to thank everyone who has given this story a chance. I know I'm not a the best writer but it really is one of my passions and with all of the support I've gotten for Hayloft especially, I am hoping to continue writing and maybe even complete my childhood dream of being a published author (though that will be way in the future)! If you enjoyed this, you should go show some love to my sister, @space-nerd2005​​, because without her this story either wouldn’t have been even written/published or would have only been a one-shot! For now I just want everyone to know that I'm really happy that you're all here and you've supported me! 💕💕💕 (Also Happy Valentines Day!)

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Warnings: sex mentioned but not really described, the father talks again so berating and abusive language, fighting, running bc that needs a warning

Sneaking back into the house after that first night in the barn was difficult. Neither Ezra nor I wanted to separate, and we had stalled until it had almost been too late. But, in the end, we didn’t get caught again. Our nighttime visits resumed again after that night, though now I was sneaking out to see him almost every night, not able to stand being away from him any longer. Gone also were the nights of being apart from each other in any way. While not every night was filled with passionate touches and pleasure, each night was spent holding each other and trying to soothe the aches of being apart all day. 

Sleep soon became the least of my priorities and it showed during the day. I was constantly tired and it made the days seem to drag on. Nights on the other hand always seemed to pass too quickly as I tried in vain to grasp and hold onto the stolen moments that Ezra and I were able to share. I noticed that Ezra was also being affected by the lack of sleep, when I worked with them in the field I noticed him yawning in the middle of sentences, but when I would bring it up at night when we were alone he would always look scared and pull me closer saying he was fine and then ask me not to leave. 

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Shortly after the nightly visits to the barn started, and about a month away from when Ezra’s ship would arrive to take him away, as I climbed my way into the hayloft and faced Ezra, I was met with a sight I hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. Ezra was sitting against the far wall of the loft with the lantern on, his shirt off, and my Edgar Allan Poe book held in his hand. I had not thought of my books until that moment, my mind too distracted with other thoughts to think to wonder where they had disappeared to after the confrontation that had happened in that small spare bedroom. 

Walking over to Ezra now though, I could see that he had all of them, except for the one he was holding, tucked away into his small bag, keeping them safe. Looking up at what I assume to be the sound of my footsteps, Ezra smiled and motioned for me to sit down next to him, and once I had settled, with my head on his shoulder, I spoke softly. “I feel somewhat ashamed. I had not even realized that my books were missing until just a few seconds ago when I saw you with Poe.”

Turning and pressing a kiss to my forehead Ezra answered just as softly, “No need to be ashamed, my delicate and beautiful flower. Your mind has been preoccupied with things that have taken you far from worrying about our shared writing friends. Not to worry though, I have kept them safe and away from anything that could harm their precious pages. I believe that when your brother was gathering my things to bring out here to me he saw the books and assumed they were mine. I didn’t say anything, and selfishly kept them, when I should have returned them to you, but those lonely nights without you were hard on my old soul and these books that held a small portion of you brought me solace. Especially, our dear friend Poe who brought us together. Whenever I missed you most I would find my aching fingers turning to the poem I recited for you that first day and I would read it over and over until I fell into my fitful and aching slumber.”

Looking at the book now, I noticed that he was once again staring at the page that held the poem. It was obvious that this page had been visited more often than naught, as the page showed signs of wear and a few crinkles where the page most likely creased when he fell asleep with it in his hand. Lifting my head to look at Ezra, and already finding him watching me with what I hoped to be love in his eyes, I gave him a smile and bit my lip before opening my mouth and reciting the poem back to him.

“In visions of the dark night

I have dreamed of joy departed;

But a waking dream of life and light

Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day

To him whose eyes are cast

On things around him, with a ray

Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream, that holy dream,

While all the world was chiding,

Hath cheered me as a lovely beam

A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro’ storm and night,

So trembled from afar―

What could there be more purely bright

In Truth’s day-star?”

As I watched his face while speaking the same lines he had spoken to me what feels like decades ago at this point, though only a few short months ago, his face morphed into a loving smile. I watched as the soft smile he had turned wider, and the crinkles next to his eyes deepened, and his dimple peeked out beneath his facial hair deepened. After I finished, I blushed and turned away from his gaze.

“I, um...I read that poem almost nightly after we first walked back here to the farm together. I couldn’t bring myself to read past that poem either, it was always just that one, and I always only heard your voice echoing it in my head as my eyes read along the lines. That was all before we started meeting at night….”

After my admission, Ezra had set the book aside, carefully placing it with the others. Then he carefully picked up my hand kissed my palm before sliding my hand to rest on his cheek as he pulled me into his lap. As soon as I was close enough he started kissing me, starting with small soft pecks on the corners of my mouth before moving on to full kissing my lips. He slowly worked the kisses from soft to passionate. 

That night we sat against the wall and as Ezra held me and made love to me, he continuously whispered and recited our poem. For once he didn’t drawl on about this or that, only softly and huskily reciting those words over and over into my ear in between kisses and nips and moans of my name.

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The days were counting down too quickly for my taste. I was scared, in all honesty. I felt as if I had finally gotten Ezra, but I still hadn’t fully gotten him in the way that I longed for. I wanted to be able to spend every waking moment with him. I wanted to be able to feel his touch whenever without worrying about my father. I want to be able to walk up and kiss him. I want to be able to make love with him in a bed for once. I want so much, still, and time is running out. Even as I sit close to Ezra and listen to him speak about just whatever is going through his mind, I can’t help but worry about what is going to happen in only a few week’s time. Will I have to watch as the man I have come to love walks away from me forever? Will he decide to stay with me and settle down on K-5? Or will he take me with him and into that big ship that comes for him, taking me with him on every adventure following?

“...lower? Darling? Are you back with me yet,” coming back to the present I am met with Ezra’s soft smile and teasing eyes, as he rubs the palm of my hand with his thumb. “What has taken you away from me, flower? For your eyes seemed to be a million miles away from here, and I must say I am slightly worried that you may have finally grown tired of my endless drawl. Tell me, please?”

Shaking my head with a small laugh, I returned his smile. “I’m sorry, Ez. I can assure you that I am far from tired of listening to you talk. I always look forward to getting to listen to you…”

“Then what is stealing your attention from me, flower? I can tell that something is bothering you, and it has me slightly worried. You can talk to me about anything, I promise you no harsh judgments, I could never think or speak anything unsavory when it comes to you, my lovely flower.”

As he speaks, Ezra reaches over to me and pulls my bottom lip free from my teeth as he has done so many times before. We sit in silence for a few moments, before I take a deep breath and quietly whisper, “What is going to happen in the next few weeks? After the harvest is done, and the ship comes for you?”

Watching Ezra’s eyes as I spoke, I saw them get a sad hue to them. I watched as Ezra swallowed and he said in a solemn tone, “I cannot stay flower. I must leave with that ship….but I don’t have to leave alone. Flower, you could come with me, I would more than love to take care of you out there, and show you the universe that you have only seen through stories...That is of course if that is what you want. I will not push you into leaving your family, or your planet, but know that leaving without you by my side will break me. I know that what we have hasn’t lasted long but I know for certain that this is special. I know without a shadow of doubt that I have fallen completely for you. And, if I were to leave you behind, I would end up leaving my heart and soul along with you. I love you, flower…”

Crying, I move my hands to hold Ezra’s face and I press my forehead to his own. For a few seconds, we sit like this and as I run my thumbs across his cheeks, Ezra wraps his arm around my waist.

“You honestly think that I’m going to stay on this Kevva forsaken planet when the man that holds my heart and soul is leaving? If you will have me, I am coming with you. I love you, Ezra, and if you left me here, I fear that I would waste away from the heartbreak.”

“I swear flower, you make me the happiest man in the known universe. If you had said anything about not coming with me I think I would have left this mortal body from the sadness alone. I don’t think I could ever be far from you again.”

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After we both agreed that we would be leaving K-5 together when the time came in the following weeks, we started planning how exactly we were going to accomplish running away with each other. We both knew that my father would try and stop us, so we couldn’t risk him finding out any part of our plans. And as much as I hated it, I had decided to leave Anthony in the dark as well. I knew that, yes, in the past few months the two of us had gotten closer, but I still didn’t know how he would react if I told him. I still remember what he had said to me in the kitchen and I planned to keep that promise, but I couldn’t find it in me to tell him, still too scared that he might tell my father and dash all hope of me getting off this planet.

Ezra and I’s plan was simple, really. The plan was to have everything packed and ready to go the night before the ship would make its way to town. After my father goes to bed I would go to Anthony, say my goodbyes, and grab the money that was owed to Ezra for his work before going to the hayloft, with my packed things. That night Ezra and I would stay together and in the early morning light, we would leave for town. If everything went well, we both should be loaded onto the ship and gone before my father noticed that I hadn’t just gone on my usual Saturday morning supply run. Simple, as long as everything went accordingly.

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The weeks and days ticked by quickly, and my anxiety continuously rose. Ezra tried to calm me, giving me soft words and holding me at night, but I could tell that he himself was getting anxious as well. As the last week came, each night we would greet each other and do just about anything to distract ourselves from the looming escape. And as Friday came, I found that my bottom lip was chewed raw from the anxiety and anticipation for what was to come, but I couldn’t stop myself from continuing the bad habit, only wincing when I brushed over an especially sore spot on my lip.

The day itself was rather uneventful. I once again was doing laundry away from the other three, as they pulled in the last of the harvest. Before I had even realized it, it was time for dinner and as we all sat down for dinner, we ate in silence for the first time in what felt like forever. Surprisingly enough it was my father who broke that silence as we were all finishing up our food.

“You’re quiet for once in your life it seems. It almost seems suspicious,” my father spoke watching Ezra with careful eyes. To which Ezra just gave him an easy smile, and replied, “No reason to be suspicious, I assure you. I am just tired and the food was just too good to take breaks for speaking.”

“Hmmm, well I hope you enjoyed it because it’s gonna be your last meal here, I’ll have your money waiting outside in the morning and I want you gone by first light. If you’re not, well, only having one arm is gonna be the least of your problems.”

With that said, my father left the table and went straight to his bedroom. Looking back to Ezra, I found him looking down at his plate with a blank expression, his face neutral to whatever emotion was running through him at that moment. Glancing over at Anthony I found him watching me, and watched him open his mouth before speaking quietly.

“Listen, I don’t know what you two have planned, but dad has something planned as well. If you are leaving, I hope it’s gonna be before he has had a chance to even get up in the morning.”

Looking back to Ezra, I only saw him nod before he left the table as well. I watched as he grabbed his folded clothes, looked back at me with a small smile, and then walked out the back door. After he was gone, Anthony helped me clear the table and do the dishes, him drying as I cleaned, per our newer routine. And, after we had finished and before he could walk out of the kitchen, I wrapped my arms around him. 

“We are leaving in the morning. We hope to be gone by the time dad figures out I am not coming back from doing the shopping…”

“So this is goodbye, then?”

“Yeah, this is goodbye…”

With a hug and a kiss on my forehead, Anthony smiled at me and then left the kitchen, going upstairs to his room. Once again, I found myself standing in the kitchen losing track of time as I thought about what had just happened between Anthony and I. After I came back to the present though, I went and found the money my father had for Ezra, before making my way up to my room. 

Once in my room, I pulled the sack of belongings I had packed from underneath my bed where I had kept them hidden. Setting the bag on my bed I stashed the money away in one of the pockets before slinging the bag over my shoulder. Once again, I found myself stopping and looking around my room, taking everything in for one last time. When I found myself close to tears, I knew that it was time to leave, before the what ifs started to float around my head.

Making a quick and quiet escape out to the barn. Within minutes I was in the hayloft I found myself immediately being pulled into Ezra’s embrace. And, once I was in his arm, I felt a little bit of the stress that had built up this past month finally fade as I clutched him tightly.

“I am sorry for how my father has spoken to you these last few months. Nobody deserves to be treated the way he has treated you.”

“I would live through his constant torment and degradation of my character every day, if it meant that I could be with you. Flower, I do not care what he says to me, while his words may hurt, at the end of the day I still have you and you still have me no matter what he says or does. I love you so much, flower.”

“I love you too, Ezra.”

With that said Ezra lead me to the spot where he had been spending his nights. As we both laid down, Ezra held me close and whispered in my ear, as his hand trailed up my shirt. “Just one more time, for memory’s sake, flower?” And with my nodded consent Ezra brought me slow soft pleasure in the hayloft of my family’s barn before we drifted off to sleep for the first time holding each other. 

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When I awoke the next morning, it was still dark out, and it was to Ezra’s soft kisses all over my face. Smiling, I moved one of my hands to cradle his face and pull him into a kiss, before whispering him a good morning feeling his smile grow across my lips.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to the feeling of waking up with you next to me. I am not completely sure that I have not left the mortal realm in my sleep and have awakened to an angel in what many have called heaven.”

Laughing I nuzzled my nose into his neck and pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat. “And I do not think I will ever get used to being woken up by a waxing poet every morning.”

Feeling Ezra's laugh, I pulled away from him and got up from the makeshift bed to pull the clothes that had been thrown from my body the night before back on. Hearing movement behind me, I knew that Ezra was doing the same, and when I turned around, I smiled softly as I found him pulling on one of the shirts I had gifted him, the pants already covering his beautifully strong legs. Catching me looking, Ezra smirked. 

“See something you like, flower? Because I know I do.” Moving over to where I stand with a blindingly wide smile, Ezra leans down and gives me a chaste kiss before walking over to our bags, as I followed behind. Grabbing mine and handing it to me, I slid it on as Ezra turned and grabbed his own. Once both bags were secure Ezra turned back to me, this time looking slightly unsure. “Are you ready, flower?”

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life. Ezra,” I say, and take his hand and hold his face. “Take me far away from here. Show me the universe and every secret you know.”

Leaning in, Ezra and I share one last passionate kiss before we made our way down the ladder and into the main portion of the barn. Once, we were both safely there, we both reached for the other’s hand as we walked to the barn door.

Right before we reached the doors, I was struck by the feeling that something was wrong. Before I could say anything, we reached the opening of the barn and I immediately realize why I felt that way, and judging by the way Ezra’s hand tightened in my own, he noticed as well. In the house the kitchen lights were on, and in the back doorway, there was the silhouette of my father holding what could only be his thrower rifle that he had stashed in the house. 

With the soft light of the rising sun, there was no way that my father didn’t see us standing there with our hands linked together. The three of us stood there, no one daring to move and inch, until my father moved the thrower and pointed it towards what I could only assume to be Ezra. He didn’t fire, but he did yell from the doorway, “I told you that there would be consequences, and I told you to stay away from my daughter. But all you do is talk so why did I expect you to know how to listen? Leave. Now. Before I decide to blow your brains out.”

Looking to Ezra with panic written across my face I only found him with a scowl on his face, as he held my hand tighter. And just as I went to whisper his name, Ezra spoke up and yelled back across to my father, “I was leaving right when you interrupted our departure. Now just lower the gun and we’ll be on our merry way. Out of your hair forever-”

“Like hell I am letting you take her. She’s staying right here and you are walking to town and leaving forever.”

Scared and on the verge of crying, I looked back towards my father, only to notice movement behind him. Ezra must have noticed as well because he laced his fingers with mine and whispered, get ready to run, before yelling back to my father. “I think you’ll find that she isn’t inclined to stay on this planet a day longer. She is leaving with me.”

(Thank you all again, you guys have made the last couple of months really amazing for me! I'm always looking for some interaction so please come say hi! I am planning out two more things coming in the future, a one-shot and another multipart fic! I am also always open to expanding this fic so if you have questions I would LOVE to answer them! As always likes, comments, and especially reblogs are super appreciated! I always love your guys’ feedback!)

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Tequila Sunrise 

Hoseok x reader - smut, fluff, very slight angst at the beginning

Inspired by Tequila Sunrise - 88rising, Jackson Wang, Higher Brothers, August 08 and GoldLink

Word Count: 7k+

Summary - Hoseok bails on you for work on day one of your holiday, but he soon makes it up to you...

Warnings - there’s a lot !! very brief mention of blood, alcohol consumption, lots of swearing, lots of dirty talk, degradation, possessiveness, dom!hobi x sub!reader, a very brief moment of dom!reader and sub!hobi, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), face sitting, edging, lots of breast play and nipple play (Hobi loves boobs lol), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mildly bratty reader, spanking, praise kink, pain kink, asphyxiation, reader calls Hobi Sir, rough sex, Hobi has a big dick, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !!) creampie, cum-eating, impregnation kink, reader cries during sex and Hobi loves it, reader holds his hand and he busts a nut lmao, begging, hair pulling, groping, hickeys, gross overuse of ‘baby’ ‘baby girl’ and ‘doll’, I think that’s it but lmk if I missed anything lol

a/n: hey guys !! I’ve been listening to this song on repeat the past couple days bc the weather’s been so nice, and (after that pic of jhope in malta appeared on my tl again) I was inspired to write a little Hobi fic (which then became 7k words long lmao). unedited as usual, but I hope y’all like it. lmk what you think, and make sure you listen to the song when you read it !! x

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When his Mercedes pulls up, I’m sat on the front porch – as I have been all day and all night – looking out at the still night sea, the sky above me dark with stars, the air a crisp and cool relief from the humidity of the daytime.

I don’t even look in his direction, trying to supress the anger that’s been building up since I awoke yesterday morning to his side of the bed empty and his car gone from the drive. 

In my peripheral vision, I see him take a black cargo bag out of the boot and head up towards the house, watching me. 

He doesn’t say anything, walking past me and through the front door, and I try not to follow him into the house and scream at him, opting to take a deep breath and look out at the view in front of me instead. 

It’s not every day you get to sit on the porch of your private villa and watch the gentle waves rock up against the shore, the starry sky twinkling overhead. 

He joins me a few minutes later, having changed from his all-black attire into a pair of black slim trousers and a loose white shirt, the neutral colours setting off his golden skin. 

He puts a jug full of my favourite cocktail (therefore the only cocktail he knows how to make) down on the glass coffee table in front of us and pours out two glasses, handing me the one with a straw in it. 

I take it from him wordlessly as he sits next to me, our legs touching, and I sip up a mouthful through the straw, the notes of tart orange flooding my senses, closely followed by the almost sickly-sweet taste of pomegranate. 

He may not be the most… diverse drink-maker, but he makes a beautiful Tequila Sunrise.

He puts his bare feet up on the footstool beside him and rests a hand on my thigh. 

I restrain myself from throwing it off. 

‘I don’t feel like arguing with you, so let’s have a conversation instead. Say what you want to say, y/n,’ he prompts calmly, and I take a deep breath before speaking, knowing he’s right about having a conversation instead of an argument. 

‘We came on this holiday to reconnect and spend uninterrupted time together. I wake up at 3am on our first day to find you gone, and you don’t come back ‘til 4am of day two. Do you understand why I’m annoyed?’

‘Yes, baby, I understand why you’re annoyed. But my staff knew we were coming here, and they sent me the information for a… for some business in the area,’ he says, purposely being vague because he knows I don’t like knowing the details of his dealings. 

‘You didn’t have to go. You’re the boss; you don’t follow orders from your staff,’ I say, knowing I sound a little whiny, and he chuckles. 

‘And I wouldn’t be the boss if I turned down jobs, y/n. I got where I am by taking every possible opportunity to make money. If I turned down jobs, doll, we wouldn’t even be on holiday right now,’ he points out, looking at me with raised eyebrows, and I pout, refusing to look back at him as I take another sip of my drink. 

‘A call. A text. A note. Something to tell me where you were, and a couple updates wouldn’t have killed you, Hoseok. You were gone for over 24 hours,’ I say, and he chuckles. 

‘Don’t go giving me that silly ‘I was worried about you’ routine, because you’ve never worried before. You know there’s nothing to be worried about,’ he says, annoyingly laidback and cocky, but he’s right. 

He’s an expert, and he knows what he’s doing, having never once given me a reason to worry about him.

Whenever he comes home with blood on his clothes, there are no wounds to match.

It may have taken me slightly longer than I’d like to admit to realise that it was because the blood wasn’t his. ‘I wasn’t going to give you that routine. But if you’re planning on disappearing for over a day, at least let me know where you’ve gone,’ I reply sharply, and he’s silent, knowing I’m right. 

‘I’m sorry, y/n. I thought you would’ve enjoyed it. Being alone for over a day in a fully equipped private villa in a foreign country with beautiful weather,’ he says gently, and I let out a laugh. 

‘Hardly alone. I’ve had your staff bringing me food, watching me on the CCTV – don’t even deny it, I know you get them to keep an eye on me – and I spotted more of your staff patrolling around the house during the night,’ I say pointedly, and he lets out a gentle laugh. 

‘You might not worry about me, baby, but you know I worry about you. If anything ever happened to you, I wouldn’t forgive myself. My priority is your safety,’ he says and, despite my annoyance with him, I feel my heart warming. 

‘I understand that, Hoseok, but it’d be nice if it was you making sure I’m safe. By being here. With me,’ I say softly, and he nods, holding my hand up to his mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to my skin.

‘I’m sorry, baby. What do you want me to say?’ he asks, words calm and genuine, never confrontational and defensive. 

‘I want you to say that you’ll stay with me for the rest of the time we’re here. No more business from your staff,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow, sighing. 

‘y/n, you know I can’t make promises like that. You knew that when you started dating me and you still knew that when you married me. But… I can make you one promise. If I have to go, I’ll tell you when and where I’m going, I’ll keep you updated, and I’ll come back as quickly as I possibly can,’ he says, and I can’t hold back the way my lips curl up at the corners at how he’s trying.

‘Okay. That sounds good,’ I smile, and he lets out a gentle chuckle, no doubt amused at how quickly I’m appeased. 

‘I’m sorry, baby. I wish that my work didn’t mean me having to leave you,’ he begins, putting down his (empty) glass and pulling me onto his lap effortlessly, and I giggle as the cocktail sloshes in my glass at the movement, nearly spilling over the edges. 

He takes the glass from me with a gentle smile and puts it down beside his, before he turns to look back at me, and I notice the way his pupils start to dilate, turning to look out at the sea to hide the blood rushing to my face at his gaze.

‘You know that, if I could, I’d spend every second of every day by your side, doll, but my work comes a close second to you in my life, which means that you also know that I can’t just refuse jobs,’ he says, arms holding me close to him and mouth moving against my bare shoulder. 

‘Not only because of the money and because I need to pay my staff, but because I love my work,’ he says, his relaxed tone contrasting with the way his eager hands wander, one drawing patterns around my collarbones, the other subtly groping my breast. 

He may be a big man with hundreds of staff beneath him and millions to his name, but to me, he’s still the boob-loving boy full of hope that I fell in love with. 

‘Almost as much as I love you, baby,’ he says, and I can hear his smile in his voice, bringing a smile to my face too. 

His fingers gently touch my chin, turning my head to face his, and when our eyes meet, I get that soft, warm feeling in my chest. 

The feeling of falling in love with him all over again. 

My eyes flutter shut and not even a moment later do I feel his hand curl around the back of my neck and pull me down to press our lips together. 

Within seconds, the kiss becomes passionate and fiery, and I can feel that he’s missed me in the way he kisses me. 

Our mouths move in sync, his tongue slipping between my lips and turning my brain into slush, the soft and pleasant pleasure of kissing him making my body numb all over. 

‘Finish your drink,’ he says against my lips, and I ignore it for the moment, so caught up in the feeling of his lips of mine and his hands wandering around my body. 

‘Baby. Finish your drink,’ he repeats, pulling away from me, cheeks glowing with a gentle blush and lips swollen.

‘Why? I’ve got… thirteen days to finish my drink,’ I joke, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. 

‘I think it’d be more fun for us to spend some of those thirteen days in our room. So, maybe, if you finish your drink, we can head upstairs, and I can make my absence yesterday up to you,’ he smirks, and I gulp, my pants suddenly becoming a little… damp.

I reach for my drink, knocking it back as he chuckles, and then I look at the jug, still with four glasses worth in it. 

‘Shall we just finish it off?’ I ask, and he raises an eyebrow at me as he reaches for the jug. 

‘Okay, baby girl wants to get drunk, huh?’ he teases, pouring out another glass for me before he refills his own, both of us knocking back our drinks. 

The more of it I drink, the more I can taste the agave beneath the orange and the pomegranate, and I know that, after having not eaten much today, I’ll be tipsy in no time. 

He watches me amusedly as I hold my glass out to him again, a grin playing at his lips as he refills it, and I start gulping it down before he can even refill his own. 

He knocks his back and practically snatches the glass out of my hand, putting both of our glasses down before he slides his arms under me. 

He stands up, lifting me up bridal-style, and I shriek, giggling as he heads into the house. 

The back of my black floral maxi dress trails along the floor and he’s careful not to step on it as he carries me up the stairs, both of us laughing, high on desire. 

When we reach our bedroom, he kicks open the door and places me carefully on the bed, never throwing me around.

He’s only ever rough with his cock inside me.

The balcony doors are open, the white curtains flowing in the gentle breeze, the sky above still dark with stars, but the sky ahead beginning to lighten to a pale yellow that’s reflected in the sea, signalling the sunrise.

He crawls over me, pressing kisses to my neck as I run my hands through his soft hair, my dress splayed out around us.

‘You’re so beautiful, doll. In this sexy dress. Can see your pretty tits through it,’ he mumbles against my skin as he begins marking me up, fingers toying with my nipples through the material, sending gentle waves of pleasure through me.  

I can feel his hard-on against my thigh, and I reach down to palm him through his trousers, revelling in the way he lets out a choked breath against my collarbones. 

‘Fuck, baby girl, let me….’ he begins, trailing off as I tilt my head to press a kiss to his lips, his tongue instantly delving into my mouth.

The taste of Tequila Sunrise dances across my taste buds as our mouths move together, his hands snaking around my waist as I rest mine on either side of his face.

It’s not long before I start grinding against him, letting out little whimpers, my pants embarrassingly damp at this point. 

‘Let me… let me help you out, baby,’ he says breathlessly, breaking away from me, before moving further down the bed as I move further up. 

He moves my dress so that he has access to the area between my legs through the thigh slit in the material, before reaching up and pulling the neckline down, my breasts spilling out of the material. 

With a smirk, he rips my pants off, throwing the flimsy material over his shoulder, my glistening core on show to him, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. 

‘Oh, baby, you’re soaked. Did you really miss me that much? Did you touch yourself, doll?’ he asks, looking me in the eye, and I shake my head honestly, biting my lip at the feeling of the cool air on my bare heat.

‘God, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you, baby girl?’ he asks, eyes now focused between my legs, and I nod with a gentle little whine, wanting him to do something. 

He lets out a gentle chuckle, looking up at me with hooded eyes as his hands start to travel up my legs, moving my dress further out of the way. 

‘What do you want, baby? Use your words,’ he prompts, hands stilling at the tops of my legs, and I shiver when a sudden puff of wind travels through the room, ruffling his hair and hitting my core. 

‘Your fingers, your mouth, your cock, anything, babe, please,’ I whine, hearing the desperation in my own voice, and he laughs, the air he expels hitting the area between my legs, prompting another whimper from me. 

‘How about in that order then? My fingers, then my mouth, and then my cock?’ he asks, and I nod, his words causing another gush of arousal between my legs. ‘

Yes, god, yes. Please, Hobi, just touch me. Need you, need you so bad,’ I beg, and he seems to take pity on me, obviously sensing how desperate I am for him. 

He parts my folds, the ministration making my body jolt, before he gently works one finger into me. 

‘Oh, oh, god, Hobi,’ I moan out at the slight stimulation, clenching around him uncontrollably. 

‘Fuck, baby, stop clenching, you’ll break my finger. Can I add another?’ he asks, and I take a deep breath, nodding fervently. 

‘Please,’ I whine, and he wastes no time pushing another finger into me, the feeling making my back arch off the bed as a gentle whimper escapes from between my lips. 

He gives me a few seconds to adjust before he starts gently rocking his hand, his fingers very slightly moving inside me, and I let out a whisper of his name. 

‘So sensitive, doll. You can’t stop clenching. Fuck, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cock,’ he mumbles, eyes focused on the way his fingers disappear between my folds, and his words cause another moan to escape from my mouth. 

He knows my body so well, knowing when he can increase his pace, gradually doing so until his fingers are pumping in and out of me rapidly, moans frequently falling from between my lips, my fingers gently clutching onto his soft fluffy locks.

When he adds another finger, my breath hitches in my throat, hands tugging on his hair, and he lets out a groan at the feeling, having a very slight pain kink that he (usually) manages to hide quite well. 

He starts to rub at my clit with his thumb as his fingers pump into me, and it’s not long before I’m on the precipice of my climax. 

And he knows that, which is why he removes his fingers, prompting me to let out a frustrated whine. 

‘Don’t be bratty, or I’ll have to punish you, and then you’ll have to wait even longer before I let you cum,’ he warns, and I can’t stop myself from letting out another whine. 

‘But, Hobi, please. I need to cum,’ I breathe out pathetically, and he raises an eyebrow at me, jaw clenched. 

‘Come on, baby, don’t be a brat. You were being so good for me before, don’t spoil it,’ he says, sitting up, and it’s like I want to push him, want him to punish me.

‘But it hurts, Hobi,’ I whisper pitifully, and his eyes darken. 

‘Fine. I gave you two chances, but you still want to be a brat. So now you can choke on my cock instead of having it stuffed into your little pussy. And it’s Sir to you now,’ he spits out, getting up off the bed. 

‘Get up,’ he instructs, and I decide not to push him any further, climbing off the bed and watching as he lies down amongst the messy sheets and cushions, slowly pulling his shirt up slightly and unbuttoning his trousers, pushing them down to the tops of his thighs along with his boxers. 

His rock-hard length springs up to hit his stomach, head swollen, red and leaking with precum. 

‘Come here,’ he says with a tilt of his head, and I climb back onto the bed.

‘Ass up here,’ he instructs, and I throw a leg over him so that my ass, covered by my dress, is in front of his face and my face is centimetres from his dick. 

‘Suck, you dirty little brat,’ he says, and I support myself on my forearms, breasts pressed against his stomach as I spit on my hands and run them up and down his cock, preparing him. 

I take his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip and tasting his precum, and he pushes my head further down, making me supress a gag as he holds me in place. 

My nose is practically pressed up against his balls, his cock pushing down my throat, and I try to take measured breaths through my nose as he continues to hold me where I am. 

He then grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me off his cock, allowing me to clear my throat before prompting me to take him back in and, when I do, I instantly begin to bob my head up and down. 

‘That’s a good girl. Go as deep as you can, baby,’ he instructs, one hand still holding my hair in a tight grip as he gathers my dress up to reveal my ass and pussy to him. 

‘Look at this pretty ass. Can’t wait to leave hand-shaped bruises on it. Count,’ he commands, before his hand comes down harshly onto my ass. 

‘One,’ I attempt to say with his cock in my mouth, the word coming out garbled and nonsensical. 

He lands slap after slap onto my ass, hand still pulling my hair tightly as I’m trying my hardest to count whilst bobbing up and down his dick, and he stops when I reach ten. 

‘Fuck, you’re such a good girl,’ he breathes out, letting go of my hair as his hands gently rub my ass to soothe my sore cheeks, and I hum against his cock, his hips bucking up at the feeling. 

I cup his balls in my hand, and I can feel him nearing his orgasm, his hips beginning to buck up, causing him to fuck my mouth. 

‘Fuck, love it when you let me fuck your mouth like a good little slut. Love it when you choke on me, doll,’ he grunts out, his thrusting obviously taking a lot of effort.

I stay still, allowing him to do as he pleases as I play with his balls, until he reaches down and puts his hands on my shoulders, pulling me up and off him. 

‘I don’t wanna cum in your mouth, baby, I wanna cum in this tight little pussy. But.. I believe I promised you my mouth,’ he says, and I try not to move, knowing I need to wait for instructions from him. 

‘You wanna sit on my face, doll?’ he asks, and I nod eagerly, looking over my shoulder at him. 

‘Yes, sir, please,’ I reply, and he smirks with an amused chuckle, moving to lie down. 

‘Come on,’ he says, and I move so that I hover above him, hands gripping onto the headboard as he wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me down so that I’m practically sat on his face.

He doesn’t even give me a moment to prepare before he licks a bold stripe across my slit, making my whole body quiver above him.

‘Fuck, you taste so sweet, baby. So good, could eat your pussy all day,’ he says against my core, the vibrations making me whimper.

He starts relatively slow, tongue circling my clit before lapping up my slick and poking between my folds gently. 

And then it’s not long before he loses his self-control, abusing my heat with his tongue, hands holding me in a bruisingly tight grip as I squirm above him. 

‘Please, please,’ I moan, again and again, and I can see the amusement in his eyes as he breathes against my folds, his tongue circling my clit again and again. 

‘Please, what? Words, baby,’ he says against my folds, making me jolt forwards, my face contorted with pleasure as he continues his attack on my pussy. 

‘More, Sir, more. Need- ah, oh, fuck… need to cum,’ I force out between moans, face contorted in pleasure, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. 

‘My little slut wants to cum?’ he asks, words dripping with amusement, and I nod, mouth open in a silent moan as the waves of pleasure roll over me.

He practically begins to make out with my pussy, lips moving against my folds as his tongue continues to push between my folds. 

And then he decided to torture me further, mouth moving to suck at my clit as he pushes two fingers into me, curling them inside me. 

‘Sir, fuck, feels so good, need… need to c-’ I moan out, my words cut off when his fingers scrape against the spongy spot inside me. 

‘Then cum, doll,’ he prompts, pushing me over the edge when he curls his fingers and gently nips at my bundle of nerves, my orgasm washing over me. 

My body convulses as he holds me in place, a drawn-out moan falling from my lips as he continues sucking at my clit and pumping his fingers into me in order to prolong my high, cumming on his tongue and feeling him lick up my release. 

Once he senses me coming down, he gently flips us over so that I lie among the sheets and he pulls off his shirt, exposing expanses of beautiful golden skin pulled over hard muscle, before moving to hover over me. 

‘You need time, baby?’ he asks, concern mixing with the desire in his eyes, and I nod, taking a deep breath. 

‘Colour?’ he questions. 

‘Green,’ I reply breathlessly, and he chuckles, the concern in his face disappearing.

‘So you don’t need time,’ he smirks, pushing into me with no warning. 

I let out a loud moan at the feeling of him filling me up and he curses under his breath as I clench uncontrollably around him, my walls squeezing against his cock almost uncomfortably. 

He doesn’t bother giving me time to adjust, just pulls all the way out of me, and slams back in, making me moan out, my back arching up from the bed, his face buried between my breasts.

‘As much as I love a face full of tits, I need you to stay still, baby,’ he says, voice strained as he continues slamming into me, our hips meeting every time he fills me up. 

‘Fuck, more, Sir, more, please,’ I beg, and he chuckles as I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his back. 

‘More? You wanted some time a minute ago, and now you want more?’ he asks, and I nod, leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss, tasting the sweet cocktail mixed with my own arousal on his tongue. 

He moans into my mouth as I clench around him, and he speeds up even more, the headboard beginning to hit the wall as he pounds into me, balls slapping against my ass. 

‘You feel so good around me, god, baby, so good. No one has pussy like yours. I’d fuck you all day if I could,’ he groans against my lips, and I grin at the praise, loving it when he compliments me. 

‘Let me hear your pretty moans, baby,’ he prompts as he bends one of my legs between us, the new angle allowing him to go deeper, hitting the spot inside me that has my eyes rolling back and my back arching up into him. 

‘Love your cock, Sir, love it when you fuck me rough. Just want you filling me up all the time,’ I moan out, the leg that’s still around him pulling him closer to me as I rake my nails down his back at the pleasure, loving the moan of my name that falls from his lips. 

‘You love it rough, huh, doll?’ he growls, one hand coming to rest at the base of my neck, his rings providing some cool relief against my burning skin, and I sigh blissfully at the feeling of his thick cock stretching me out and filling me completely, awaiting his hand tightening around my neck.

And when it does, slightly cutting off my airways, I let out a loud moan, my breathing quickly becoming laboured. 

My head whirls at the pleasure he’s providing me, and I can feel myself slowly nearing the edge.

‘I’m gonna…’ I force out before trailing off, unable to speak as his thrusts become more drawn out and forceful, his tip dragging against the spongy spot inside me. 

‘You gonna cum, baby?’ he asks, and I nod as he smirks before ducking his head to suck one of my nipples, his hand still lightly gripping my neck. 

‘Hold it,’ he says, my nipple still in his mouth, and I let out a loud frustrated moan when his thrusts slow down. 

‘Sir, please,’ I moan, voice hoarse, my eyes beginning to fill with tears as he slowly rocks into me, lips mouthing over my nipple.

‘Beg. I love hearing my dirty little slut beg for me. Love hearing you beg whilst my cock’s buried in this tight little pussy. Who’s pussy is this, baby?’ he asks, mouth moving to the other nipple, and I whimper as my fingers tangle into his hair. 

‘Yours, Sir, only yours,’ I force out as it becomes harder and harder to breathe, the lack of air making my head light and intensifying the pleasure. 

‘It’s mine, is it, doll? If I own this pussy, I own your orgasms. So you better fucking beg me to let you have one,’ he spits out against my breast, hips still slowly rocking back and forth as his hand around my neck loosens slightly to let me speak. 

‘Please, Sir, let me cum. Been so desperate for your cock, can’t hold it. Feels so good, no one can ever fuck me better than you. Only want your cock. Please let me cum, Sir, your cock’s too good, I can’t hold it,’ I moan, the words coming out without thought, and he groans. 

‘Fuck, you’re so hot. Cum then,’ he says teasingly, without increasing his pace at all, and I whine. 

‘Sir, I need… I need more,’ I whimper, and he chuckles. 

‘Be specific, y/n. What do you mean by ‘more’?’ he asks, still with the same teasing tone. 

‘Faster,’ I breathe out, feeling him instantly increase his pace. 

‘H… harder,’ I whisper, and he practically begins pounding into me, the bed creaking embarrassingly loud. 

‘Rub… rub me,’ I plead, and he chuckles, before one of his hands slowly trails down between our bodies, his fingers gently rubbing at my clit. 

‘Ch- fuck, oh god. Choke… choke me,’ I manage to breathe out, and he groans, ‘so sexy,’ under his breath before his hand tightens at my neck again.

‘Talk,’ I mumble, and he chuckles, eyes darkening as he continues to fuck me, harsh and rough. 

‘You want me to talk? What shall I say, baby? You want me to say how good your tight little pussy feels around me, especially when you clench?’ he spits out, making my walls flutter around him frantically, and he grins darkly. 

‘You want to say I love how submissive and good you are for me, how innocent you look with your big eyes when I wrap my hand around your throat?’ he says, tightening his grip on my neck again, the lack of air making me light-headed, my vision blurring with tears. 

‘You want me to say that I love it when your tits bounce against my chest, and that I love sucking on your nipples?’ he grunts, his hand momentarily abandoning my clit to gently slap at my breasts before squeezing them roughly. 

‘You want me to say how much I fucking love it when your eyes roll back into your head and when you look so fucked out because of how good my cock makes you feel?’ he asks, pulling all the way out to slam back into me, and my eyes roll back, a laugh falling from between his lips at how predictable I am. 

‘Or would you rather I beg you to cum all over my cock and soak it like a good little slut for me? How about that?’ he asks softly, before he begins his attack on my body. 

His fingers roughly rub figure-eights on my clit, cock pounding into me almost painfully and hand tightening to almost completely cut off my breathing.

Almost instantly, I feel my orgasm wash over me, and I scream out, tears spilling down my face as overwhelming waves of pleasure flow through me. 

He fucks me through my orgasm, continuing to rub at my clit and grip my throat as my release practically gushes out of me with each thrust, soaking the bed and both of our thighs. 

Once I’m beginning to come down, his hands move to press into the bed on either side of my head, and he begins fucking into me with renewed vigour, the overstimulation making me sob. 

‘Fuck, fuck, so sexy when you cry for me, doll. I don’t know whether it’s because you’re sensitive, or whether you just love my cock that much. Both, right? My baby loves being a little slut, but can’t handle it, huh? I’ll make sure you handle it, baby,’ he grunts, continuing to fuck me, and I know he won’t stop until he cums. 

‘Take my cock, baby, fucking take it,’ he spits out, thrusting so hard I’m worried one of us will get injured. 

The thought soon disappears from my head, the intense and painful pleasure rendering my mind blank.

‘Look at you, doll, such a good fucking slut for me. Letting me overstimulate you without complaining. Fucking love it when you’re like this. All messy and tired and dumb for me,’ he grunts, and I know I need to help him cum, or he’ll probably bruise my cervix.

Despite being so fucked out that I can barely think straight and having eyes streaming with tears, I have enough sense to reach down to cup his balls, and he lets out shaky breaths at the feeling. 

‘Give me your hand, baby,’ I breathe out, and he balances all his weight on one hand, holding his other out to me, continuing to fuck me as I place his hand over my lower stomach. 

‘You feel that? Can you feel your big, thick cock through my stomach? That’s how good you fill me up, baby,’ I say, knowing that his cock is protruding obscenely, and he moans at the fact that he’s managing to do this to me, throwing his head back out of pleasure.

‘Come on, baby, cum for me. Want your cum,’ I whisper into his ear as I wrap an arm around his back to pull him closer down to me. 

‘Where, baby?’ he breathes out as I press kisses to his jaw and cheek, caressing his shoulders and neck and gently scraping my nails on his scalp. 

‘Well, I’d say my tits, but you can’t ruin the pretty dress you bought me. And I’d say my face, but I put on some pretty makeup especially for you – love looking pretty for my baby boy. So how about you just cum inside?’ I ask, taking control, and he’s so desperate to cum that he doesn’t even put me back in my place. 

‘Inside? Are you sure?’ he asks, voice strained, and I nod as his thrusts start to become a little uneven. 

‘Want you to fill me up with your cum, baby boy, love it when you leave me dripping with your cum. Want your baby. Hmm, how does that sound? You wanna fuck a baby into me? Fill me up with you cum, baby boy, so deep that I can’t possibly not be pregnant,’ I whisper into his ear, knowing he loves it when I do so – he called me a sexy little vixen last time, and I can’t say I object to the name. 

‘Fuck, fuck, wanna… wanna fill you up, wanna fuck a baby into you,’ he moans out, my heart fluttering at the momentary break in his dominant disposition.

‘Cum, baby boy, dirty up my pussy with your cum and give me your baby,’ I whisper, completely focused on his pleasure rather than my own. 

His hips stutter, cock twitching inside me, and I take the chance to wrap both of my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his lower back to hold him in place as I play with his balls. 

But the final straw for him is when I slip my hand beneath his on the sheets and intertwine our fingers together, the movement full of my love for him.

‘Fuck, y/n, feels so good,’ he chokes out, head buried in my neck as he reaches his high, thick spurts of his hot cum hitting my walls. 

I continue grinding into him to prolong his orgasm, and his body falls limp after a few moments, his entire body weight resting on mine. I feel my high (that was beginning to approach) diminish rapidly, but I don’t care – as long as he feels good, I’m happy.

‘God, that… was intense,’ he mumbles against my chest, cock still buried inside me, and I smile to myself, playing with his hair. 

‘Just a bit. I can’t believe you let me dom. Even if it was for, like, a minute,’ I say, and he laughs, breath hitting my bare skin. 

‘Pussy so good, it turns me into a sub,’ he jokes, and I laugh, feeling him chuckle.

‘Let me… let me get you off,’ he says, moving off me, and I shudder at the feeling of his cock falling out of me. 

‘No, it’s okay. I don’t know if I can handle it,’ I say jokingly, though I mean it – he’s given me such a good fucking, I don’t know if I’ll even be able to walk straight. 

‘I’m not asking you, baby. I’m not done with you yet,’ he says with a dark grin, and it’s as though he’s regained all of his energy.

‘Hobi, I can’t take any more,’ I sigh, and he ignores my protests as he settles between my legs, moving my dress out of the way.

‘But you’re being so so good for me, doll. You’ve been handling it so well,’ he says, eyes fixed on the way his cum gently drips out of my abused pussy. 

He begins leaving open-mouthed kisses up my thighs before he collects up his cum that’s dripped out of me, rubbing it back into my clit before gently pushing a finger between my folds. 

‘No, Hobi, please, I can’t,’ I whine, the overstimulation too much as pumps in and out of me slowly.

‘Colour?’ he asks, and I sigh, knowing I should answer truthfully, before I say, ‘green.’ 

‘So you can, and you will,’ he says, and I whine again as he adds another long finger, scraping against my walls. 

‘Listen to me, baby. I’m gonna eat your sweet little pussy until I’ve had enough, and you’re going to cum on my tongue as many times as it takes for me to be satisfied. Because I own this pussy, and I will do with it what I please. Understand?’ he asks, voice sounding slightly harsher, and I nod as his eyes meet mine, which are already beginning to fill with tears. 

‘Yes, Hobi,’ I say submissively, and he grins, wasting no time before he licks a bold stripe across my heat, his fingers continuing to pump into me. 

‘Ah, fuck, Hobi,’ I moan as the pain of overstimulation begins to ebb away into pleasure, the feeling of his mouth and fingers quickly bringing me ecstasy. 

And then his fingers disappear, quickly being replaced by his tongue dipping between my folds and licking up his own cum that begins to gush out of me. 

‘God, you taste so fucking good with my cum dripping out of you, baby. Best thing I’ve ever tasted,’ he mumbles against my heat, and I throw my head back in pleasure as my back arches, tears beginning to spill from my eyes. 

He laps at my core like he hasn’t eaten for days, moans and whimpers falling frequently from my lips.

My fingers tangle into his soft, silky locks, pulling him as close as possible, my legs wrapped around his shoulders, heels digging into his upper back. 

I can feel his eyes on me, watching as he works wonders at my core, my orgasm beginning to approach. 

‘Fuck, more, Hobi, please,’ I whine, and I feel his lips curl up into a grin against me. 

‘A few minutes ago, you didn’t want any more, and now you’re moaning for more, begging for more, like a dirty little slut,’ he chuckles, before pushing three fingers into me, making me cry out. 

‘Yes, Hobi, god, yes! Feels so fucking good,’ I cry, tears streaming down my face, and he pumps his fingers into me rapidly before he begins sucking at my clit. 

‘Look at you crying. Do I make you feel that good that you cry, huh, baby? Look so fucking sexy when you cry,’ he says teasingly against my clit, and I let out a loud sob, his ministrations feeling absolutely euphoric. 

‘I’m gon- fuck! Hobi, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan, and he speeds up even more, my head whirling at the blissful feeling. 

‘Come on, baby, fucking cum for me,’ he says, his fingers disappearing and quickly being replaced with his mouth. 

His tongue dips between my folds as his lips furiously tug at my folds, before he begins alternating his tongue and fingers. 

Both his digits and his muscle dip in and out of my folds, my moans getting louder and louder, and when his nose nudges at my clit, my mouth falls open in a silent scream. 

‘Come on, y/n, cum for me, baby girl,’ he prompts against my clit, fingers continuing to abuse my pussy, and I feel myself beginning to come undone. 

I scream out his name as my orgasm washes over me, body convulsing beneath him, and he prolongs my high by continuing to rock his fingers into me and lap at my clit gently, holding me in place. 

Once I begin to come down, he removes his fingers and licks them clean, watching me with an affectionate smile as my thighs twitch with the aftershocks of my orgasm. 

‘You did so well for me, baby, so well,’ he praises, as he climbs off the bed, pulling his boxers and trousers up, buttoning up as he disappears into our bathroom, coming back with a towel. 

He gently cleans me up before helping me to sit up and handing me the bottle of water sat on the bedside table. 

‘Drink it all. I’ll go get more from downstairs,’ he says with a smile, and I chug down the water as he disappears from the room. 

I look out of the balcony doors to see that the sky is streaked with beautiful pastel colours, the sun peeking up from the ocean in an orange half-circle.

When he comes back, I’ve adjusted my dress (so that my tits aren’t out) and am sat against the headboard, and I laugh when I spot to jug of Tequila Sunrise in his hand with two glasses. 

‘I thought we could have some more. Who say we can’t get morning drunk?’ he grins as he pours us out a glass each, handing me mine with a kiss to my lips. 

He comes to sit beside me and puts an arm around me, and I instinctively curl into him, throwing my legs over his. 

‘Did I push you too hard, baby?’ he asks, and I shake my head instantly. 

‘It was great, baby, perfect. But I’ll probably need a nap soon,’ I say, already feeling a little sleepy, and he laughs. 

‘That’s okay. You can nap, because we’ll still have twelve days to do whatever we want,’ he says with a gentle kiss to the top of my head, and I smile contentedly. 

‘As long as you don’t leave me for work,’ I joke, and he chuckles softly. 

‘I’ll try my best, baby,’ he replies, voice gently, and I smile to myself as I take a sip from my glass, both of us falling silent as we watch the sun rise. 

[sapphicambitions]

heyyy so for a fluffy Joe/Nicky prompt: the first time they slept in the same bed. can be completely voluntary and cute or a 'there was only one bed (DUN DUN DUNNN)' type of situation or anything else you want really :)

i fucking FINALLY finished this. it only took me so long bc i am incapable of writing something short. i hope you like it and that it was worth the wait. xoxo

Five years.

Five years, they’d been travelling together.

Five years after they’d laid down their swords. Five years of stumbling through each other’s languages and stumbling along the countryside. Five years of trying to understand their affliction and coming up with no answers.

And five years of sleeping in the fucking dirt.

“I’m just saying, we should at least look and see if the town has an inn before brushing it off,” Yusuf mumbled in Arabic, picking at his bread. “It never hurts to check,”

“You know that towns make me nervous. Too many people,” Nicolò responded, his Arabic sloppy, but doing his best. (Yusuf had picked up on Italian easier than Nicolò had with Arabic, mostly because the former merchant already had a few other languages under his belt.) He only glanced briefly up at his travelling companion, his chest tight with anxiety. Thus far, they’d kept to the outskirts of society, avoiding anyone who might become suspicious of them, and Nicolo was not eager to break that tradition. He didn’t see the point in risking their safety for something as simple as bed to sleep on when the ground was right there.

“I know,” Yusuf said, and Nicolò noted that his companion’s eyes were genuine and understanding. That was one thing Nicolò appreciated about him, that he never made Nicolò feel stupid for having these concerns. The look in Yusuf’s eyes made the knot in his chest loosen a little bit. “But it has been many years since I’ve slept in a bed, and I think we can take the risk,” Yusuf continued.

Nicolò sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just don’t want us to get recognized or ambushed,” He said, switching to Italian. “We’re safer when we’re away from people,”

Yusuf could have debated him, and Nicolò knew that he could because the former merchant always had a way with words, but instead he simply stared at Nicolò from across the campfire. Stared with those pleading brown eyes, begging with the crinkles around eyes for Nicolò to see reason and well-

Nicolò could never say no to Yusuf’s eyes. 

Not when they crinkled like that.

He huffed and poked at the fire with his stick. “Fine,”

Yusuf cheered.

Yusuf was the one to get the room, because he could speak fluently to the innkeeper in his native language, and Nicolò could only speak passing phrases of Arabic. So instead he waited outside, leaning against the wall until Yusuf came back with a twinkle in his eyes and a bounce in his step.

“A bed, Nicolò,” he said, slinging his arm around Nicolò’s shoulders and leading him towards their room. “We get to sleep in a bed tonight,”

Nicolò’s heart started beating faster at the touch.

It was fine. It was nothing. It was casual. 

“I cannot believe you talked me into this,” he mumbled back in Italian, trying to make his voice sound relaxed and not like he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Yusuf tutted at him. “Come now, Nicolò,” he said, matching Nicolò’s tongue with crinkles around his eyes. “Maybe you will be less cranky when you’ve had a good night’s sleep,”

Those fucking crinkles.

Nicolò shoved Yusuf off of him, causing the other man to laugh, and Nicolò hoped it covered the blush that had crept up his face.

Not that he was blushing. He was not blushing.

He was not.

Yusuf teased him the whole way to their room, but when he opened the door, he fell silent and stood frozen in the door frame.

Nicolò frowned, unable to see over his companion.

“Yusuf? Is something wrong?”

“I, um,” Yusuf said. “I may have forgotten to mention one detail to the innkeeper when I was reserving a room,” He turned around and gave Nicolò an uneasy, sheepish smile, which was extremely unlike him and only increased Nicolò’s worry. 

But then he saw over Yusuf’s shoulder, into the room, and-

There was only one bed.

There was only one bed.

Nicolò turned his steely gaze to Yusuf, who was rubbing the back of his neck, his eyebrows expressively high with embarrassment.

“I might have forgotten to mention that I had a travelling companion,” He said.

“So I’ve gathered,” Nicolò said, walking into the room and surveying the rest of it. Other than the bed shoved in the corner, it seemed standard and fine. Not that he’d ever slept in an inn before, but he supposed there was a first time for everything. 

“I can go back and ask him for-” Yusuf tried to say as he shut the door behind them, but Nicolò shook his head.

“We don’t need to risk him remembering your face,” He said, scuffing at the rug next to the bed with his boot. “I will just sleep on the floor,”

Yusuf crossed his arms. “Absolutely not. I won’t have you paying the price for my mistake. You can take the bed,”

The corner of Nicolò’s mouth twitched upwards. “Yusuf, you have been complaining about sleeping in the dirt for the last five years, and there is finally a bed in front of us. You must take the bed, I insist,”

Yusuf grinned, and it lit up his whole face. “We seem to be at an impasse, my friend,”

Nicolò crossed his arms too, mirroring his companion. “Well, what do you suggest?”

And then Yusuf, who had always been very direct with his words for as long as Nicolò had known him, looked down at the floor, looked at the bed, then looked at the wall and said: “We could share the bed,”

Nicolò’s heart fell into his stomach in a swoop so massive that he nearly choked on his own spit. He coughed ruggedly, trying to clear his throat out as he felt his cheeks grow warm again. He couldn’t look at Yusuf, couldn’t let his embarrassment be so blatant on his face, so he quickly turned to fuss with his back and what little belongings he had. “Share the bed, hmm?” He said once he could properly speak again, trying to sound casual.

Because it was casual.

This was casual.

This was fine.

It wasn’t like he’d been in love with Yusuf for years.

It wasn’t like he didn’t spend every waking moment feeling like his heart was going to rip out of his chest the longer he looked at Yusuf. Wasn’t like he often cough himself staring too intently at Yusuf’s muscles, wasn’t like he had vehemently protested Yusuf cutting his curls, wasn’t like the slightest touch between them made his palms sweaty and his throat dry, wasn’t like he would do anything just to see the crinkles around those eyes.

“Nicolò? Are you alright?” Yusuf asked, in that genuine voice he always approached Nicolò with, that voice that made Nicolò’s head fuzzy.

Nicolò decided that he had two options.

He could strongly protest the idea of sharing the bed, fling himself to the floor and refuse to get up again till the morning, he could shut this off here and now, once and for all.

Or.

“I’m fine to share the bed,” He mumbled in sloppy Arabic, his back turned to Yusuf.

He didn’t know that he wanted to see the reaction.

Yusuf cleared his throat. “Great, that sounds great to me,”

And then they were silent. 

Which wasn't entirely unheard of, for the two of them. There was a three month period at the very beginning where they travelled in complete silence. There were some weeks that Yusuf missed his home more fiercely than usual, and was quiet as they travelled. Some days where they moved together in a comfortable silence as there was nothing to say.

This, however, was not one of those times.

The tension in the air was thicker than blood as the two men readied for bed, Nicolò sorting their belongings and Yusuf washing his face in the basin in the corner.

Which, Nicolò made the mistake of looking over at him just in time to see Yusuf splash his face with water, lips slightly parted, water glistening through the curls of his beard and Yusuf turned his head ever so slightly to-

To make eye contact with Nicolò, who was staring at him.

Nicolò looked away so quickly he might have gotten whiplash.

If he were the type of man to curse, he would have brought down the heavens by now.

“So, which side do you prefer to sleep on?” Yusuf asked, patting dry his face with a cloth.

Nicolò shrugged, trying to maintain casualty. “I have no preference,”

“Good,” Yusuf said with a chuckle. “Because I prefer the left side,”

And then there they were, the two of them standing next to the bed.

Just standing there.

Nicolò wanted to die a little bit, but only because he knew he would pop right back up.

“Um,” Yusuf said, running a hand through his curls. “After you?”

 Nicolò looked at the bed, and then back at Yusuf. “You should probably get in first, since the left side is against the wall,”

“Right,” Yusuf said sheepishly. “Wouldn’t want to climb over you,”

More silence.

Nicolò prayed for mercy.

Yusuf clamored into bed and climbed under the sheets, leaving plenty of room for Nicolò to slide in after him and pull the covers over the both of them. 

Nicolò blew out the candle, and then there they were, laying with barely a hair’s length between them, shoulder to shoulder.

And Nicolò was barely breathing. 

He didn’t realize how hyper aware he would be of someone else in the same bed as him. And they couldn’t touch, obviously. That would make it weird. And he didn’t want to cross the invisible line dividing the bed and also didn’t want to fall off the bed, he laid as still as humanly possible. Were they human? Would Yusuf wake up if he moved a little bit to reposition and lay on his side? What if Yusuf rolled over and knocked him off the bed? What if Yusuf had to get up in the middle of the night and crawled over him? What if he accidentally crossed the line while he was sleeping? What if Yusuf woke to them touching and freaked out? What if Nicolò freaked out and made it weird? What if-

“Nicolò?” Yusuf’s voice was softer than the wind. “Are you awake?”

“I am,” He responded.

He heard Yusuf inhale, and Nicolò could almost hear him thinking. “I am glad that we found each other,” Yusuf whispered in gentle Italian, almost like he was extending an olive branch in speaking Nicolò’s language. “Sometimes I think that...” He continued. “I think that my blessing isn’t this immortality,”

Nicolò swallowed. “Then what is?”

“My blessing is that I found you,”

Nicolò turned his head to see the shape of Yusuf in the shadows, Yusuf who was already staring at him. It was too dark to see the crinkles, but Nicolo knew that they were there. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t have Yusuf’s knack for words, couldn’t spout off poetry that could perfectly capture how he was feeling, didn’t speak Arabic fluently enough to extend the olive branch back.

But there was one thing he knew how to do. 

He surged forward and kissed Yusuf.

The response was immediate. 

Yusuf pulled him closer and Nicolò’s hands immediately went to those beautiful curls he spent all day staring at. They moved in perfect synchronization, lips moving as one and Heaven Above, it was perfect. It was everything Nicolò dreamed a kiss would be. It was everything he dreamed Yusuf would taste of. It was everything.

When they did pull away, gasping for hair, Yusuf knocked their heads together.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” He said, and Nicolò laughed.

“How long?” He asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Yusuf kissed the tip of his nose. “Since you fell off your horse that one time,”

“No,” Nicolò groaned, hands going up to cover his face. “You can’t be serious,”

“I am,”

“That was one of the most mortifying moments of my life,”

“And the moment I knew I had fallen for you,”

“You’re lying to me,”

“I’m not, habibi,” Yusuf laughed, pulling Nicolò in to kiss him again. “I would never lie to you, I swear it.”

Nicolò grumbled in Italian to that, but couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.

“When did you know?” Yusuf asked in return.

“Always,” Nicolò answered immediately. “I’ve always known,”

“Oh,” Yusuf said with a soft voice, cupping Nicolò’s jaw. “That is a very long time,”

“Almost as long as you’ve been sleeping in the dirt,” Nicolò quipped back, and the two of them dissolved into laughter again.

“I am glad that you kissed me,” Yusuf admitted when they finally settled down again. “I wasn’t sure we were ever going to have that,”

“You have all of me,” Nicolò said, turning his head to kiss Yusuf’s palm. “As long as you will have me, as long as I live, I am yours,”

“That is a very long time,” Yusuf said again, rubbing his thumb against Nicolò’s cheekbones. “Are you sure?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything,”

“Then I am yours, as well,” Yusuf whispered. “For as long as we have on this Earth, for as long as we live to see another sunrise, you will have my heart,”

Nicolò pulled him in for a kiss again, and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him until sleep crept upon him, and then he fell asleep in Yusuf’s arms.

And he slept peacefully for the first time in years.

[loc4lcem3tary]

MC Server ಥ_ಥ

Me and a group of friends made our own MC server. Unfortunately, the server was abandoned. Me, being the person I am, still feel the server has potential, so I still play/write lore for it. This may be wayyyy out of the usual for my page but lets be honest, who actively stalks my tumblr page? This is mostly gonna be a place for me to dump the failed server ideas/backstories. So, here goes nothing. If you wanna read them, random stranger, feel free to! I wanted this server to last a while, and we made it almost 2 months with about 12 people in total. So, enjoy!

Word Count: 2,603  (11,679 Characters)

**ALL ORIGINS ARE WRITTEN BY SEPERTE PEOPLE, ALL EDITED BY ME, NONAME**

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Character Origin 1, Seven: Seven was born into a life of poverty, shortly after he was born, he got sold to work as a slave on a sea village, quickly being transferred to a sand village outside of a prison. He did is work as a farmer to a small, yet kind and caring family, who adopted him as their own. His name, Seven, coming from a number tattooed on his neck while in the market. During Seven’s time at this small village, they had a fatal accident, having a berserk enderman ruin the home he had grown custom to. He rebuilt the fallen Village, only to have a Piglin army slaughter whomever remained. Seven only escaped with his life, befriending a Guardian named Marvin, who became his best friend (RIP Marvin, we miss you <3). The Guardian helped Seven grow stronger, and learn to fight. A few years later, he came across two children, Tex and Rox. Seven, taking sympathy for the two, took them as his own. As the revenge grew further from his mind, his children grew older. As they grew, he taught them what he knew about farming and combat. His kids grew older and left him, a crazy old man in a dirt hut with the guardian, forgetting the revenge he wished for many years.  On a normal day, Seven had witnessed something unforgivable happen. He had met Oxlo, Void, and Levi. After spending every waking moment together, the three ended up falling for each other, having adopted Levi and marrying the other two, Seven had have a happy life, with his 3 stolen adopted kids and poly relationship. (End Seven.)

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Character Origin 2, Levi:  Levi was born into captivity from a hybrid mother. By the time he could walk, he was taken from his mother, and raised like a solider. Levi had large, beautiful wings, that got removed as a child, leaving him scared and unsure of who he was all throughout his ‘childhood.’ Being he was a hybrid being, he was used on for testing, by horrid endermen. Having experiments done constantly, he had mutated a mouth (basically Venom from the movie Venom) that he had grown to hate. As Levi grew older, he became rebellious against the unfair people. He gained many cruel and inhumane (lol) punishments. During one of these ‘rebellious moments,’ he had expected to be caught. instead, he was left alone to do so. He heard a loud crash and began to investigate. He had walked outside to see 2 large entities trying to fight against the endermen, and winning. Levi took this as an opportunity to escape. He left the end before the two closed the portal to the end. He blacked out and woke up to a short, sandy blonde man and 2, really tall men, resembling endermen, staring at him. After many, many years of building trust and learning how to communicate, Levi became one of their family.  He Moved out many years later, only to return to his home town to find everything left barren and abandoned. (End Levi.)

Looks: Light blue, messy hair, dark blue eyes, scarf covering his mouth/nose, unhinged and slimy mouth, white and blue tshirt, black jeans  (you can tell this one is my, NoName’s, OC cause he is a lot more detailed LMAO)

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Character Origin 3, Tex:  Tex is 15-17, a strider hybrid. He comes from a Nether village called Riften, but now resides in Toadstool Field. He works as a dealer and supplier for the Midnight Mafia. He can easily build and mine, and is also good at navigating the Nether and finding gold (piglins wanted gold all the time so he grew accustomed to getting it) he's obsessive and goes into a blind rage near piglins, and gifts objects and builds often. Tex was a runt in his village, so when it was attacked by piglins when he was 6-8 he was left behind for a offering, after years of being with piglins he came to despise them. He escaped around 11-14. (He isn't good with remembering his age) He had multiple siblings, but cannot remember them very well. He assumes they are dead along with the rest of his village and now only is comfortable around Seven, Void and Levi Tex has pointed ears, and scars from water/staying with piglins. He has sharp teeth. He cannot see well, water is hurtful to him and his memory is bad but he can easily swim in lava/fire resistant. He is twitchy and quick, he has curious movements and is very touchy and talks quickly and mumbly. He wears a magenta sweater, black overalls, purple flowers scattered about and no shoes Tex wants to be renewed in his new family's eyes, he wishes not to be known as a runt he thinks everyone sees him lower bc of him being a runt. Tex doesn't understand human feelings/ striders don't have many emotions, his anger was very new to him he is scared of Piglins/hoglins and hates water

Looks: Messy, dark hair, pointed ears, black eyes, fangs, darker, loosing fitting clothes

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Character Origin 4, Amber:

So amber was born in a town called Fransin in the nether and lived there with her single mother, she was bullied a lot as a kid because she didn't have spare money for the nicest clothes or shoes she stayed there until about 15 when her mother had kicked her out because it's the same as her mother did when she was younger, she stumbled upon a portal and went through which lead into dark woods and after wandering around for a bit she came upon Toadstool Fields. She was a bit scared, but after meeting the town's folk she adjusted to the overworld, yes she had a few bumps along the way (especially when her friends suggested they go swimming, as she’s part blaze), but she has grown more and made more friends, plus they even let her build her own home! She has always been grateful because they've always helped her and given her everything she needs, especially since she grew up kinda rough

Looks: Light brown hair, Golden eyes, ash colored freckles, Bee striped shirts

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Character Origin 5, Rox: When Rox was young around 4, she was made as a science experiment, (hence the endwalk state that will eventually happen later) she was later sent out to the street after all of those tests (for over 3 years), that she hated so dearly, After about one week on her own in the world, she was soon adopted by seven. She was taught how to fight and defend herself. As she got older, he became smarter and was filled with anger from the past. (hence chaotic good and neutral evil yknow?) So yes, around 16, she married milly and has been with her for a year now, she is just trying help people with her bakery and fight people if necessary (Since she’s in the mafia clan thingy).

Looks: short, pink hair, glasses, blue eyes, dark clothes

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Character Origin 6, Void: Void was born in the end, to a noble Enderman, though they don't remember that. They don't remember their original name, or their parents, or anything about their life. All they know is that they're not welcome in the End anymore, being ostracized after a series of unfortunate events in the End. Their first interaction with the Overworld wound up in them in a village and slaughtering everyone in it due to someone making eye contact with them, shortly afterwards picking up the masks to avoid eye contact and avoid looking at the scars on their face. They fled the premises with their sister Redacted and hid deep into the woods, starting on making a mansion for themself and their sister, where they would be safe. They want to keep all those dear to them safe, bordering a bit on possessiveness with the protectiveness. They have a lot of secrets, and in general are an unknown entity to those around them. They're extremely morally ambiguous and run a mafia, with their pet as their right hand man. 

Extra: -Redacted is not Void's blood sister. -Void has worn their masks for so long they don't know what they look like. -Void only takes their mask off to threaten people. -They have such a love of birds because the first mob that didn't run away from them was a parrot. -They hate government because one tried to kidnap them once and study them as an Enderman, using water torture against them. Void escaped and killed a few people, grabbing two masks off the wall as they went to hide their identity.  -Void's eyes are different from fellow Enderman, and if you look into them it's an unpleasant experience for you both. -Void is a peaceful entity until provoked, just like Enderman. -Void has an immense hatred for sand. -Void likes gazing at the stars because it reminds them of gazing into the void in the End, which is where they got their name from. -Void has a dog named Spark because shortly after they found him they were struck by lightning, which they found hilarious.

Looks: Tall  (height unspecified), Dark, fancy clothing, Mask (smile, no he isn’t dream), dark, messy hair)

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Character Origin 7, Milly: Milly is a neko hybrid, she's part feline, part human. Her existence came to be when her mother, a neko, and her father, a human, fell in love. She grew up in a small town which wasn't very popular, she wasn't picked on but she did get pushed around by some people growing up. Despite bullies, she had a normal upbringing; her parents were nice and supportive, teaching her everything they could. Her mother often told her how horrible the world can be, teaching her how kindness is a must and how no matter what, she should always help people in need and keep up a smile if she could. Milly followed this advice the best she could. While her mother taught her things through talks, her father tried to teach her things physically: he told her how he agreed, how the world was horrible, so he taught her to fight- to defend herself and protect others with her fighting skills and feline abilities. Although Milly loved her parents and the friends she had, she grew adventurous when she turned the age of 15- she wanted to explore, to see and meet more than she has. Her parents respected her wishes since they loved her dearly, they gave her all the supplies and advice they could before they hugged her goodbye. It wasn't long after that she met Rox, an enderman hybrid who she grew to cherish being around. So, her and Rox got married at 16 and  She moved in with Rox, in the smp she loved living in for all her days. Hence where the story starts. 

Headcanons: -Milly has about five cats she keeps, she loves cats. -She likes to draw, collect flowers, bake sweets, and help out people. -She's a lawful good person and pacifist -She likes dogs but they don't like her :( -She has special feline characteristics: she can jump two blocks higher than a normal person, she can purr, she will take random naps sometimes during the day, she has fangs, and she gets distracted by cat toys sometimes

Looks:  Long pink hair, light pink eyes, collar (it has a bell), white shirt and a pink skirt

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Unmentioned Characters (ones without backstories): Sammy, Oxlo, Will

this took me an hour. JUST EDITING- (ó﹏ò｡)

[queenharumiura]

"Good evening, are you Mrs Miura Haru? Oh, so we request your presence at the hospital, your husband is in comatose and we wanted to talk about this with you." The hospital nurse told in the phone, as Haru knew that Hayato did really went to work in a dangerous mission, he was missing for a few days now, as it seems the first news she received. [TYL Hayato]

[Unprompted ask]- You wanna hurt me this way? FINE. Let’s see what I’ll do. //rubbing hands like a fly

Warning: Death mentions for sure, violence? 

It has been days since she’d been told that they lost contact with her husband after he’d gone on a particularly dangerous mission a while back. It was an understatement to say that she was a mess. In front of others, she made sure to keep a strong front to keep them from worrying, but once she closed the door behind her, she’d always collapse to the ground.

From a young age, Haru had always known about Tsuna and the others playing a mafia game, but she also knew that the ‘game’ was all too dangerous sometimes. That much was evident in the way Gokudera and the others would sometimes disappear for a period of time and return injured.

She also happened to know that Tsunayoshi Sawada was dead. This wasn’t common knowledge as it was kept under wraps to prevent mass-hysterics, but it was hard to hide the news from the wife of the right hand man. Sleep? She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept. Even if she tried, she’d find herself waking up every 20 to 30 minutes to check for messages on her phone.

Did they find him? Was he okay? Was he--? She always stopped herself from thinking too far, too afraid that her thoughts would bring it to reality. It was slowly killing her, keeping secrets from people. Kyoko and Hana had no idea that Tsuna had died, and she couldn’t tell them anything as this was highly confidential information. She only found out by accident.

It still upset her to this day to think that such important information was going to be kept from her, but she could understand why. After hearing about his death, she would have the occasional nightmare of the others succumbing to the same fate.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn’t afraid of dying a painful death, but she was even more terrified of dying before Gokudera and being the source of further grief. He was already tormented over failing to protect his boss and now he had the extra pressure of filling in for the boss.

His work load had doubled… maybe even tripled, and she couldn’t bring herself to nag at Gokudera like she used to. How could she when she knew why he had to do all this extra work now that Tsuna was gone? All she could do was support him from the side, making sure he took some time to eat some food.

Now days she found herself spending time in his office, where he spent most of his time. It smelled a lot like him (and his cigarettes) and she kept this room tidy if nothing else. That way, this room would be ready for him to work at the moment he arrived. She used to joke about how he was married to his desk, affectionally nicknamed ‘desk-chan’.

Haru would try to distract herself by doing other things, but she never could bring herself to finish anything as her thoughts would always drift back to her missing husband. The weight on her ring finger felt heavier each passing day with no word about his whereabouts. If you asked her, she couldn’t begin to tell you how many times she’s cried since being told Gokudera went missing.

Did she try to go out to find him? You know her, she did try. Was she stopped before she could begin? Yes. The others knew her too well. She was in effect kept on house arrest to ensure she wouldn’t do something ‘stupid’. It wouldn’t be good if Gokudera comes back and finds out Haru died because she was rash.

In her sleep deprivation and the stress over what was happening all around her, Haru found herself sinking deep into her thoughts, reflecting on her life. She could’ve had a simpler life. One where she could be married with kids by now. One where she wouldn’t have to worry about getting a call that her husband died, being a widow at not even her 30’s. Did she regret it? Not as much as you would think.

Regardless of all the hardships, she loved her husband and she was here for the long haul.

This was something she didn’t speak to others very often, but there was a time when Haru thought that she was useless and unnecessary. It wasn’t necessarily anyone’s fault but her own. She was weak. It wasn’t Kyoko’s fault that Tsuna liked her and only seemed to have eyes for her. Likewise, it wasn’t his fault for liking Kyoko, she’s perfect, after all. No matter how hard she tried, he wouldn’t ever look her way, not in the way it mattered most, anyways.

She found herself comparing herself to Kyoko and started to think that she was lacking. Maybe she was being a bother. It’s simple to say her self-confidence was hurt, but the self-loathing was far worse. She loved her friends too much to ever blame them for anything. Even a whisper of a thought for such a notion would send Haru reeling with self-hatred. Her relationship with Gokudera did help her build herself back up.

Sometimes, she wondered if she was really right for him. She was holding him back, wasn’t she? He always had to worry about her safety and stress about what would happen to her if she were ever caught. (Simple, Haru would sooner kill herself then let herself be used as a hostage. Of course, he knew that, and that’s why  he worried.)

More than that, she started to fear that she was something like a bad luck charm. Maybe it was that if she loved someone, she had sentenced them to death.

Ring Ring

Ri- “Hello?” Haru immediately answered the phone that was on Gokudera’s desk.

Haru listened to the woman speak on the other line, and she almost forgot how to breathe. Gokudera… was alive… but he was in a comatose? How bad was his situation? Her whole-body breaks into shivers as the fear surged, chilling her blood.

“Yes, I’m his wife. I-I’ll be right there.” She couldn’t help but shed tears in relief upon knowing that he wasn’t dead at least. How dark, to find relief that your husband is in a comatose. No longer able to jump into dangerous situations.

At least, he’s alive.

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Haru rushed into the hospital and she was directed by the nurse at the front desk on where to go. She spoke to the doctors before she rushed to his room to see him laying there, looking as if he’s sleeping peacefully. She doubted that to be true. She subconsciously touched the base of her neck.

She’d experienced it first hand, how when he sleeps for too long, his nightmares come to plague him and he is prone to lashing out violently at the nearest person in his perceived sense for danger. That… was a cause of a meaningful conversation with him. At the time, he was more shaken than she was.

If it was her, she’d be willing to die for the sake of her husband. There was no doubt in her mind, but in that situation, it’s different. She would die for her husband, but she wouldn’t die by her husband. He already tormented himself over failing Tsuna, but to add on almost killing his wife by almost strangling her to death because of his trauma?

She sat beside him silently, taking his one hand in her own, sobbing for who knows what number it was that day. He felt warm.

“You promised you’ll come back, but I didn’t think it’d be like this, Baka-dera.” She sobbed quietly, clutching onto his hand for dear life. “If you die too, what do you expect me to do?” What would happen to the Vongola? She knew very little about his work as he kept his work private, but she was a learned individual.

If she had to, she could read the backlogs of all the paperwork and get a feel for what needs done. Don’t underestimate your wife who only attended the most prestigious schools in her younger years.

A bitter laugh escapes her, “Who am I kidding. If you die, I don’t know if I could live on without you.” She meant this both emotionally and literally. If even the right hand man were to die, the Vongola was on a fast track to death, and as his wife, she would surely meet a gruesome end.

Well, if she were to die, at least she’d be with her husband. That’s something to look forward to if push comes to shove.

“Bad man, by the time you wake up, my head will be full of white hair from all the stress you gave me.” She could only crack a joke in a situation like this because that’s how she coped.

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly wiping her tears away with her hands. “Right, your wife isn’t weak, is she? If you’re out of commission, then I have to take over. I’m sure you’d yell at me for this, but guess what? You can’t speak up to stop me.” She paused, as if hoping he’d wake up and call her stupid like he always would.

Biting her lower lip to stop the quivering, “I knew what I was marrying into. Let me take on the responsibility this time. Who knows? I might even do a good job. If not… don’t keep me waiting too long.” The unspoken words being that she intended to do her best to help the Vongola while he was out of commission. If she died in the process, she could at least say she did her best and feel no regret.

Sparing one last look at him she pulled out her cellphone to dial a few numbers. First and foremost, the others needed to be notified of his condition and they needed to move him to a more secure location.

You know? The duty of the wife is to look after her husband in sickness and health.

I’m your wife until death, and death may come for one of us sooner than we thought.

I’m sorry for being selfish, but I hope it comes for me first.  

After all, people still need you here.

More than me.

[twit-moonstar]

Up for a long time - Brian May x Reader

A/N: This was for a hosted Valentine’s day secret santa but I couldn’t finished it in time bc life. I am really sorry I’m posting this so late

Please consider reblogging and commenting what do you think about the fic

Warnings: none (just a note: this is situated on 1977/1978)

Words: 2K+

Summary: Y/N was invited by Brian May to accompany him during the Sheer Heart Attack tour and as its ending gets closer, she expresses her sadness over having to say him goodbye soon, unless… maybe she doesn’t have to.

 A blissful sigh left Brian’s lips as you cuddle against his side, his long fingers petting your hair lazily. 

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we could stay here forever, just the two of us? I’m gonna miss this,” you say with melancholy, as if you parting ways was a matter of fact—because, well, it was. What were the chances that he would want to keep seeing you? He was a guitarist in a rising band that was getting more and more famous. You were beginning to feel sad at the thought of missing him even if you were still by his side. It was strange to you how at ease he makes you feel even though you meet barely two months ago. It’s not an everyday occurrence that a cute musician invites you to come along on tour with his band to America but you weren’t stupid enough to miss on this chance. Besides, he had a certain charm that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, like he wasn’t even trying. Just like that, he could smile, and you would do anything he asked. A few minutes passed, in which he didn’t replied, and you started to think about what you had said. Did you cross a line there? Was that inappropriate? But being with him felt so right… and you were sure he felt the same way about you. Well, you were until now. Finally, he spoke. “What if you didn’t have to?” You smiled, feeling relief that he wasn’t weirded out by your comment. “What? What do you mean?” “What if - if we got married?” His words were shaky, his voice soft and quiet in the dim room. You look up at him. “Are you joking? Because, let me you tell you, it’s not funny,” you state. He shakes his head no. “I’m not.“ You get away from him, sitting up on the bed to look at him. It’s hard to describe the look on his eyes, it’s very serious but also a little dreamy, like he has his head on the clouds. And you might be the very reason why. “Really?” You say softly as if you were expecting him to laugh and declare it was indeed a joke but you know him well; he would never be so cruel. Your mother once told you that you must see a man getting happy, tired, sad and, above all, angry and stressed before you got married. She believed that if you saw him in such states, you would know if you were ready to handle sharing your life with him. Despite knowing him for so little time, you had already seen how he acted when he wasn’t feeling well and it never seemed like something that you couldn’t soothe. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Well, then,” you smiled, “ask me properly.” “Y/N Y/L/N, would to make me the honour of being my wife?” “Yes!” you exclaimed, throwing yourself to him and embracing him on a tight hug. He took your face between his hands and kissed you, smiling when you broke apart. “Well, then, we’re engaged now.”

“When– when do you want to do it, though?” You asked. You wouldn’t lie, you weren’t able to contain your excitement. You were going to get married! It felt like a dream, like you would wake up in any moment in an empty bed on the hotel. “Tomorrow maybe?” Brian suggested. “It’s my day off before we get going to the next city.” “Okay,” you accepted. “While you’re at rehearsal, I’ll make sure we have what we need to do it.” He kissed you again. “Alright but first, let’s get breakfast.”

Standing in front of a little mirror on the reception, you check your lipstick, even though Brian said he wouldn’t pay for any photographs here—both of you were afraid they would be leaked and all over the magazines. Despite all the paparazzi constantly following the band, Brian had done his best effort to protect your privacy as much as he could and you weren’t quite ready to give up your anonymity just yet. Besides, you were aware that a secret wedding with a woman Brian met just three months ago wouldn’t do wonders for his reputation. A pair of hands sneaked up on your waist, hugging you softly. “Are you ready?” He whispered on your ear. You turned around, your arms surrounding his neck. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” you assure him and his lips curve up into a smile. A blonde woman came up to you—her name was Marie, according to the tag on her blazer— and cleared her throat. “Excuse me, the venue is ready. Follow me, please,” she said and started walking you guide you. She opened the door and a wedding march started to sound as you entered the room and walked towards the altar, Brian holding your hand the entire time. The Victorian Venue was beautiful, so beautiful you almost regretted eloping—though both Roger and Freddie weren’t at the hotel and Deacy and Veronica were with their kids—. It was a large room, simply decorated with cascading silk drapes and a pair of pillars with candelabras as the wedding altar. It was all very white, and you were glad you had chosen to wear a light blue dress that contrasted with the room. The officiant, a middle aged men, looked as you stand in front of each other. Brian had a smile plastered across his face, reaching his hazel eyes and illuminating his beautiful features. “Brian May and Y/N Y/L/N, today you enter as individuals, but you will leave here as husband and wife, blending your lives, expanding your family ties, and embarking upon the grandest adventure of human interaction,” the officiant said. “Brian and Y/N, remember to treat yourselves and each other with respect, and remind yourselves often of what brought you together. Take responsibility for making the other feel safe and give the highest priority to the tenderness, gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves. Please, repeat after me–” “Actually, I’d like to have the word,” you interrupt him, shyly, and Brian looks at you with surprise. You hadn’t discussed having your own vows and he clearly didn’t expected it but you had been thinking about them since last night. “Of course.” “I - I know that for anyone outside us this will look rushed after only a few weeks but in that time you have made me the happiest I’ve ever been. I’ve seen you in the most intimate situations and I know I’m ready to spend my life with you. It might not be easy– but nothing every really is and I’m ready to whatever is coming at us.” Brian’s smile and eyes were warm, full of fondness. His hands squeezed yours briefly, a silent ‘I love you.’ “Y/N, meeting you wasn’t on my plans. I’d have never guessed that I’d fall so hard, so fast for you but your sweet ways, your genuine excitement for life and new experiences, your energy and the passion you put on everything you do made me feel like a fifteen years old boy falling in love for the first time. I am enchanted by you, and I’m so happy I get the chance to try to make you as happy as you make me.” You feel your smile getting bigger, so wide it almost hurted but you didn’t cared. It was a nice kind of pain, it meant you couldn’t contain the happiness you were feeling inside you and for a moment you thought about how you wanted to proclaim to the entire world that you were married to the lofe of your life. You squeezed his hands for a second. You both let go of your hands to get the rings. His was one he already had but rarely used and yours was one you had bought on a market on one of your solo adventures exploring the city while he was working. They weren’t permanent rings; “I promise I’ll get you a proper ring once we’re on London again,” he had said, and you assured him you were okay with these as of now. Despite the band’s success, you knew he wasn’t really getting much money and didn’t care he didn’t buy an expensive ring. “Brian May, please repeat after me as you place the ring on Y/N Y/L’s ring. With this ring, I thee wed and pledge you my love, now and forever.” “With this ring, I thee wed and pledge you my love, now and forever,” he recited softly as he put the ring on you finger. After you repeat it, you both sign the marriage certificate and the officiant finally says the words that linked your lives for the rest of it. “By the authority vested in my by the State of San Francisco, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!” Brian did as told, reaching down to kiss you softly, taking his time to show you how much he loved you on his gentle movements. “I love you, Mrs. May,,” he said once you broke apart. You giggle. “I love you too, Mr May.”

“Honey, I’m home!” Brian exclaimed, and you hear the closing door. You smile as he enters the room and leaves the box with Chinese food on the little table in front of the couch. You sit properly and take a look at what he brought. “My hero! I was starving,” you say and he smiles. After a week of living on Brian’s apartment using his clothes, you had finally gotten around to your old apartment and got your stuff. It was mostly books, clothes and some decorative ornaments; you didn’t have any furniture except for your bookshelf—and a mattress that you had already sold. Brian was helping you to put everything in place, but you were hungry and send him to get food—your treat. “They didn’t have fried rice, but I brought you Chow Mei,” he says, opening the box for you to see. The smell is delicious, and your stomach seems to rush you to eat when it growls. “That’s fine,” you say and take your noodles. “Do you need help?” Brian chuckles as you struggle with the chopsticks. You pout and nod. He takes his own stick. “The trick is to just move the top stick, the other has to stay still,” Brian shows you as he takes a piece of tofu with ease. You imitate him ans after a few tries, you finally succeed. “It’s way more difficult when you’re eating noodles,” you say before Brian’s amused gaze. “Do you want to try?” He asks, holding a piece of his tofu to you. You lean, doubtful, and take a bite. It tastes spicy and hot, so you swallow it and drink a little soda. “What does it have?” “Lots of pepper,” he replies. “It’s good, but I wouldn’t eat too much,” you say honestly and he smiles as he eats. “It’s an acquired taste, I guess.” “I want to go back to college,” you comment after a while and he smiles at you, interested. “To study Law again?” “No, that’s… that’s what my parents pushed me to do. I’ll like to study something related to Theatre, maybe. I don’t know, but I need to do something. I don’t like just being lying around,” you say softly. The week living with Brian, having no responsibilities was nice but you needed to do something. Besides, you wouldn’t let Brian pay for all the bills. You were a team now, and you needed (and wanted) to do your part. “I was also thinking maybe I could give some piano or bass lessons, to get some money,” “That’s a great idea,” he nods with a smile and you can’t help but smile too. “I can help you with some posters to promote your classes.” “That would be very nice,” you reply, leaning towards him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Hey, I have a surprise for you!” Brian suddenly says and gets up quickly, walking into the room and coming back after finding whatever he was looking for. He sits next to you and takes your hand, looking briefly at the ring you used to get married before looking at you. “Remember when we stayed at my parents’ house for the weekend?” You smile. “Of course I do. I was nervous as hell the whole drive. And during dinner. Basically all three days.” “Well, you had nothing to worry about because my mother loved you and actually gave me this for you.” He shows you a ring. It was made from gold and had one single tiny round diamond. Your mouth hangs open as Brian takes off your old ring and puts the golden on your finger. “Do you like it?” He sounds anxious as you simply stare at the ring and the way it shines beautifully with the natural light coming from the windows. “It’s beautiful,” you say, moving your hand so the light reflects off the ring. You finally look at him. “Did you say your mother gave you this?” He nods. “I can’t accept this,” you say, starting to take it off but he takes your hands to stop you. “Why not?” “Because it’s real, Bri! This diamond is real and probably worth good money, who knows how much your parents spent on it?” “It was my grandmother’s and she isn’t… she’s dead.” “Oh.” You look at the ring. “Still, why would your mother give me this? She barely knows me.” “Because she liked you and sees why I married you,” he said, cupping your cheek with his hand and caressing your skin with his thumb. “Besides, she saw you didn’t have a ring and said it was unacceptable. This is actually an engagement one but let’s ignore that.” You smile. “Alright, I’m going to keep it as long as you love me.” “Well, get used to it because you’re up for a long time,” Brian says and brings you to his lap to give you a soft kiss.

[mccnyoongi]

the yoongi thigh riding drabble 😫😫😫 sis ur tryna kill me alsooo i know u said ur trying not to go for the “riding yoongi in his studio chair” trope however i FULLY support indulging in this trope 😉 i rlly love ur writing tho omg 🥰

+ anon said:  hi im uh read your latest work and rEALLY LIKED IT so can i please request riding yoongi in his studio chair??? thanks if you would posts it!

+ another anon said: yoongi drabble, were where y / n and he have sex in his studio, pls?

hsfjksfh TWIST MY ARm why dont u !! (i told yall id do nasty soon) now i wanna write a multi-chaptered undergroundrapper!yoongi sjkfjsdf 

⇢ word count: 2K+ (lmao)

⇢ warnings: unprotected sex, dom!yoongi, starts SUPER soft then devolves into filth, undergroundrapper!yoongi bc ion like writing idol!au skdfjsdfk, degradation, yoongi’s hands

Yoongi’s passion has always been one of your favourite things about him- if he cares about something, he’ll give his all to it. Thankfully you fall under that category. The only question is whether you’re first or second on the list, constantly competing with his music.

With Yoongi garnering a fair amount of success from his life as an underground rapper, you understand why it’s starting to take over more and more of his life, you really do. You loved Yoongi, you loved his music. But you couldn’t help but start to… miss your boyfriend. A sad irony that you could miss the man who’s been, as of late, spending the majority of his time in his ‘studio,’ aka the spare room of your shared apartment that he said was about a quarter the size of a proper studio. 

How could you miss someone that was less than fifteen feet away from you, two doors away? You weren’t sure that it was possible until now, lying in bed, Yoongi’s side cold and the offensive red light of your bedside alarm clock telling you it’s far past the time your boyfriend promised he’d be in bed by. You sigh, sitting up, knowing that you wouldn’t get any sleep if you just sat there and stewed in your negativity. So instead you’d seek him out.

Thankfully there isn’t a lock on the door, he hasn’t gotten around to putting one in yet. You know the day will come soon, since last time your friends were over, Jungkook and Jimin had managed to sneak their way in, looking like guilty puppies when Yoongi had caught them. 

Lock or not, Yoongi didn’t even hear you, ears covered by his almost comically oversized headphones, his dyed blonde head bobbing to whatever beat he’s working on at the moment. You can’t help but smile fondly at the sight of your sweet boy so immersed in the thing he’s dedicated his life to.

He’s only made aware of your presence when you wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind. He finally takes those ridiculous headphones off, pausing the track and letting you rest your chin on the top of his head.

You look at the two monitors in front of him as though you have any idea what’s going on on the screens. “Hard at work, huh genius?”

You feel him cock his head under you and he hums gently, one of his large hands- something about him you first fell in love with when you saw it, pale and slender, gripping a microphone on stage- grabbing at yours. “Sorry,” He mumbles, and you can tell by the timber and the gruffness of his voice that he hasn’t spoken a word since he came into this room a couple of hours ago. “Lose track of time in this room. No windows.”

“S’okay Yoon. Just missed you is all.”

Your words are innocent but they tug at his heart and make him shut his eyes for a moment. He never wants to make you feel like second best, but the way he falls into things sometimes makes him forget that anything else exists in the world. But now he wants to be close to you, to touch you, to make it all up to you. 

“C’mere,” He’s tugging at the hand he has in his grip, and he keeps tugging until you’ve circled around his chair to stand in front of him. “Up on my lap, babe.” An offer you couldn’t refuse. So you don’t.

You’re straddling him now, well-toned but not overtly muscular thighs under you- a familiar and welcoming seat of yours. His warmth is comforting to you and vice versa. “I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” You don’t want to say yes, afraid of hurting his feelings but the pout that graces your features gives it all away.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” One of his large hands comes up to cup your face, and he coos softly when you lean and nuzzle into his palm, as if he isn’t thinking of all the filthy and depraved things he’s been missing out on with you while he’s been cooped up in his studio. “‘M gonna make it up to you.”

And then his mouth is on yours, and you’re reminded why you love kissing Min Yoongi so much. He’s careful and intense, every movement backed by the same confidence and dominance he exudes when he’s on stage. It’s when you deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, skilled and tactful, that you realize you weren’t just here for a quick visit.

“Yoongi,” You murmur as soon as he’s pulling back, detaching your mouths. You’re momentarily hypnotized by the string of spit that still connects the two of you, staring at it until it breaks. Yoongi notices this fascination of yours, and give you a smirk you regret ever confessing to him you find sexy. 

“Are you getting all desperate for me, silly girl? Hm?” You can’t help but rut your hips against his own at the words, loving the way they fall out of his mouth so lazily but with as much purpose as a presidential speech. “So needy ‘nd squirmy for me… Love seeing you so fucking desperate, you know.” His hands are travelling up your sleep shirt- aka an old band shirt of his that you had staked your claim over before the two of you had even moved in together.

His hands don’t go where more inexperienced ones might immediately go but instead traverse up and down your back, leaving delicious goosebumps in their wake. You shiver both from the feeling, and from the anticipation of what’s to come. You go to take your shirt off but are stopped by two hands circled around your wrists. “Patience,” Yoongi’s voice is next to your ear now, as he’s pulled you down using the grip he has on you. 

He’s made it clear that while you may be on top of him, he’s the one with control. And he’s fucking revelling in it, you can see it in the sparkle in his eyes as he lets go of your wrists. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you, I promise,” You trust him wholeheartedly, and communicate this with a nod. You know he understands when his hands slide down, under your shirt once more, this time staying far lower. 

“Soaking wet and I’ve barely even done anything,” He’s so cocky and you should be annoyed but you can’t find it in you, instead you feel yourself get even hotter at his words. “Panties off, little girl.”

His tone leaves no room for arguing, so you scramble to stand up and follow his demands, panties lost somewhere behind him. You go to get back onto your spot on his lap, missing it already, but are stopped once more by his hands. One is on your waist, holding you steady, only using a portion of its strength and the other is on your face, squishing your cheeks, opening your mouth and pushing your lips out obscenely. 

He looks like he’s still deciding what the hell to do with you, how hard to go. Then he’s cocking his head, brazen smirk back on his face as he pushes you down to your knees. The carpeting immediately makes the position uncomfortable as you feel it grating against the skin of your knees. But any discomfort is immediately quelled, or, at least, forgotten, at the sight and sound of Yoongi undoing his belt in front of you- any thoughts of your knees and carpet burn are replaced with the thoughts of Yoongi’s cock. He had that effect on you.

He chuckled at the look in your eyes, finally releasing himself from the confines of his jeans. He sighs at the release, cold air hitting his skin a shock to his rock hard dick. “Practically fucking drooling for this cock, aren’t you?” You nod earnestly and lean forward, towards his cock where his hand works over it lazily. He grabs a fistful of your hair with his other hand, withholding you from what you really want. “So fucking desperate, you slut. You wanna suck my cock so bad? You better do a good fucking job of it, convince me you deserve it in that slutty cunt of yours.”

You barely have time to think about how quickly he shifted from the sweet, loving Yoongi you normally know to this darker version of Yoongi, the one that comes out whenever he’s properly turned on before his hand that’s fisted in your hair is dragging you toward his achingly hard cock. You open your mouth, ready and willing, and mouth at his tip, letting your spit, your drool, collect and fall over it, dripping down the rest of his impressive length. You pull back to give the tip a gentle kiss, barely holding back a giggle when it jumps angrily at you

He breathes out heavily from his spot above you and yanks you back off his cock. “You wanna be a messy fucking tease? Fine. Open your mouth. Now,” You do as he says, not wanting to anger him further. 

He collects spit in his own mouth, and you're made to sit and wait patiently, hair a mess and mouth wide open. You don’t have to wait long until he spits into your mouth, the act so filthy, so dirty, you can only close your eyes and whimper, so turned on from it all that you can feel your own wetness starting to drip down your thighs. Messy. “Don’t swallow,” He doesn’t need to explain more as he leads you back to his cock.

You let the combination of your and his spit fall onto his cock, the act obscene but astoundingly erotic. You finally start to swallow down his length like you know he wants, your hands coming up to help. Both of his hands are in your hair now, entirely controlling your actions, the speed of which your sucking his cock.

He finally pushes you down as far as he can, your hands falling to his thighs. Your nose is against his stomach, tickled by the sparse amount of hair there. You can barely breathe from this position, but you take it if only for the groans you hear tumble out of his mouth. “Such a good girl, my best fucking slut,” You moan at the praise, the vibrations making his head fall back on his chair. There’s drool covering both him and your face now, tears welling at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, and every second you can feel yourself getting wetter.

His hands fall slack on your hair, but you don’t pull back just yet, instead, taking the opportunity to swallow around him once, twice, three times. He yanks you off of his cock, his breathing ragged and heavy. He looks at you with a half-lidded gaze. “Up.”

It’s only one word, but he doesn’t need anymore, not with a commanding tone like that. You get back on his lap, immediately calmed and comforted by the spot. He finally tears off the shirt, now wrinkled and covered in drool and precum. 

“Now fucking sit on it,” And you can hardly hold yourself back, eagerly lifting yourself up and positioning the head of his cock against your slick entrance. You let yourself fall, the whole of him filling you up perfectly, and so so good.

Yours and Yoongi’s groans mingle together in an unrivalled harmony, the two of you still for a moment as you bask in the feeling. “Being such a good fucking girl,” His hands work up and down your sides. “Now fuck yourself on my cock, and don’t you dare stop. Don’t stop until you full of my fucking cum, ‘till you’re my perfect, messy bitch.”

You start slowly, lifting yourself up until barely an inch is left in your pussy, and drop all the way back down. You continue like this, deep, strong strokes, slowly speeding up until your bouncing on his lap, the obscene sounds of the two of you filling the room, your very own symphony when combined with your groans.

“So good, baby, so fucking good, bouncing on my cock, gonna make such a fucking mess out of you, yeah?” He’s lifting his hips to meet yours, making every downstroke that much more intense. 

He lands a spank on your ass, then another, the sharp pain only serving to make you wetter and bounce on him harder. He chuckles in between moans. “You like that, huh? You’ll take anything I give you, ‘cause you’re my perfect little whore.”

You can feel the crescendo coming, building up like a tsunami. “Yoongi- Yoongi please, please, you have to let me come,” Any other time you’d have reservations about begging, but when it came to Yoongi, all pride was left at the door. “Need it.”

“I have to? I don’t have to do anything, whore,” His hand is back on your face, lips puckering out again. You nod in desperate agreement. He’s collecting spit in his mouth once more and you open your mouth wider in anticipation of what’s about to come. He spits in your mouth again, this time wanting you to swallow. It’s a dirty act, so vulgar, and you both groan at the site.

“You see that, slut? You swallow my spit, bounce on my cock and cum for me, all when I fucking tell you to? You understand?”“Yes, Yoongi I do, I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry, jus’ lemme cum.”

“Yeah, yeah, do it, fucking come for me.”

And cum you do, the feeling washing over you like nothing else, eyes closing and your head burrowing itself into Yoongi’s neck, the smell of his sweat comforting. You can hear Yoongi talking himself and you through your orgasms, but the words are too much for you to focus on. You can only feel his cum fill you up, already starting to spill out of you.

You’re both panting in the aftermath, his hands, once harsh, now softly caressing your back. The two of you are slick and sticky with sweat, but it’s the last thing on your minds.

“You still need to work on that song or are you finally gonna come to bed?”

“Please, neither of us are leaving that bed for the next 48 hours, besides to get the door for the take out we order.”

“Sounds perfect.”

[livralph]

19 from this list— “You won’t scare me away.”

A/n: this may have become much longer than intended bc I forgot to post it.

Luna had never thought settling down was for her. Moving around had been her thing. Travelling thousands of miles and never staying anywhere more than a week just so she could continue to explore the world. That had been when she was younger, when staying on the move made her feel free, like nothing bound her to the world other than the creatures she was so fond of. As she became older— after the war— it felt different. The moving from place to place so often made her feel like she was running away from something. Perhaps herself, perhaps her past, perhaps everything and nothing. Whatever it was, it made her more determined to keep going. The longer she stayed at home with a friend or her dad the more anxious she became.

A minute too long in one place and she’d feel her blood run cold. A pit in her stomach would open up and she was out of the door at an obscene time with nothing more than a note left behind saying goodbye to whoever had hosted her for her return. Her bags were packed with a wave of her wand and she would cast a second spell to shrink her luggage to the size of a purse. Then into her pocket it went as she ran from the door, locking it with a flick of her wand. And into the night she went.

Harry worried. Scared for what she was doing or what would happen if she continued to disappear for weeks, even months, at a time. No one could contact her despite their efforts, and after Luna shouting at Draco for asking her to stay longer no one did. Well, to say no one asked would be a lie. There was one person who always would and never failed to have Luna stay grounded a moment longer. No one understood how Ginny did it, but no one ever asked.

Luna stayed with Ginny more than anyone else she stayed close to. At least every three months Ginny would wake to a gentle knock at her door and know who it was before she’d even left her bed. The rest were lucky if it was once a year. Every time this would happen both of them would lose their breath a little. They both knew why.

~~~

“Ginny, no ones seen her in four months.”

“She’ll be fine.”

“For Merlin’s sake—“

“Harry.” Draco said softly from where he sat beside him. Harry looked at him desperately, wishing his husband would side with him for once even if he knew that in this argument he never would.

“It’s been longer than usual, but she’s okay. I know she is.”

“How can you just know, these things, Ginny?”

“Because I—“ Ginny didn’t say what she’d been going to. She’d never say it to anyone but the person who needed to hear it. “Look. I know her better than you. Hell, I know her better than anyone. If there was reason to be scared, trust me, I’d be terrified right now. She’ll be here soon. Whether it’s in a week, a day, a month, who cares? She’ll be okay. She always is.”

Harry sighed, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes under his glasses while Draco scanned Ginny’s face carefully. He knew what she’d been about to say from the amount of times he’d almost slipped up when he and Harry were yet to say the words, but if Ginny wanted to keep that to herself that was her call. “I’m sorry.” Harry muttered. “I just worry. Can’t help it.”

“Hero complex.” A gentle smirk climbed Draco’s face as he elbowed Harry gently in the ribs then leant over to kiss Harry’s cheek. “It sweet.” He said against Harry’s skin before moving away. To look over at Ginny, stood leaning against a the counter looking at them sadly. In apology the blonde offered a half smile. Ginny may have not been at the point of saying anything, but she was certainly in a place where she knew Draco could read her as easily as a book. “C’mon. Let’s go, Harry. I’m sure Ginny would appreciate us leaving before the sun rises this time.”

Ginny seemed to be thrown back to herself at these words because when Draco said them she stood up properly, stepping away from the kitchen counter and walking to the hallway. “No, no, you can stay. I’ll make the spare bed for you guys so that—“

Draco put his hand on her upper arm gently. “No need. Really. We have somewhere to be in the morning and Merlin knows we can never leave your house on time.” He didn’t say that she might need the spare bed in case Luna arrived but it was obvious to Ginny what he meant when she looked at him. Draco saw something flicker through her expression but it was gone before he could think of what it was.

Harry and Draco left ten minutes later, leaving Ginny alone. Honestly, she was worried about Luna, it just wasn’t something she felt she could say in front of Harry. He may have been panicking but knowing Ginny was would send him overboard. Since they’d left she’d been sat staring at the cupboards above the counter and nursing her almost empty bottle of beer. The guys had brought a six pack, having one each themselves and leaving the rest for her. She was still on her first and likely wouldn’t drink another.

From the hall her clock pinged and Ginny counted each. It was three in the morning. Draco was right, him and Harry probably could have ended up staying until the sun rose again. It was somewhere around four in the morning now, and Ginny could never get to sleep after that. She knew she should sleep, every time she missed out it was hell to catch up but she’d been struggling recently and to fall asleep when she thought Luna would be at her door any second was never easy.

“Go to bed.” She said to herself harshly, downing the last few mouthfuls of her drink in seconds. And she did got to bed, cleaning her teeth and changing out of her robes in favour of a slightly over sized muggle t-shirt she’d bought at a concert last time Luna had been back. After that she climbed into her bed and fell asleep almost immediately after her head hit the pillow

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Ginny groaned, hearing a tapping. Who the fuck was awake so late? She turned over pulling the pillow further over hear head to drown out the sound. Didn’t anyone get that some people were trying to sleep? She stayed in her bed a moment longer before she remembered who would be tapping this late at night, that it was someone knocking on the door more uncertainly than ever but still in the exact same rhythm she always did. It was Luna.

Without even bothering to put at least some leggings on over her underwear so that her legs didn’t freeze from her cold apartment, Ginny was on her feet, running to the front door. She knocked her hip on the sofa back as she passed it but ignored the slight twinge she’d felt. “I’m here.” Ginny said just loud enough to be heard through the door as she began unlocking it.

Then it was open and there was Luna. And oh, Merlin, maybe Ginny had forgotten just how beautiful she was or maybe somehow Luna looked more gorgeous than usual but she’d lost her ability to breathe for around thirty seconds that they both spent looking at each other, relearning the way the world stopped when they were together.

“Hi.” Luna was the first to speak, an awed smile growing on her face as if she’d just seen the best thing in the world. And maybe she had. Ginny didn’t even try to respond, she only threw her arms around Luna and hugged her tightly. Her face was hurried in the crook of Luna’s neck, blonde hair that was longer than the last time they’d met by inches smothering her.

Eventually, they let go of each other knowing that the hallway was both extremely cold and not the most private place for a reunion. “Harry’s been worrying.” Ginny said once she’d closed the door again, looking over to where the other girl was stood, fingers tracing the intricate wooden pattern of her kitchen table.

“He always worries.” She shrugged, looking up at Ginny with twinkling eyes. “You carved this, right?” Ginny nodded, knowing she was talking about the table. “I could tell. You don’t leave a signature, but your method... it’s very you. Beautiful.”

Ginny fought of a blush. She didn’t know quite what Luna meant by that but she didn’t have to. The words sent her spiralling anyway, even when she knew they were a compliment like most of Luna’s other ones. Vague, ambiguous. They could mean any number of things and whatever someone thought she meant it was always something more obscure. For once it seemed pretty black and white. One thing or another.

“I’ve been worrying, Luna.” Ginny pressed, wanting to move her mind on from where it had been.

Luna’s eyes shut for a moment. “I know.” Merlin, how she knew. Ginny would always ask her to stay, one more night at least. Not once had Luna said no because if there was anyone she missed the most when she was away, it was Ginny. When she left she knew Ginny would spend the week after doing practically nothing but eating and sleeping. Draco had told her too many times that it killed her every time she left. “I’ve missed you so much.” Luna smiled at her.

Ginny could do nothing but return it. “Do you want food? Something to drink?”

“Water would be good, thanks.”

Luna watched her walk to the sink and turned to look at the mantelpiece above the large fireplace. There were a few framed photos of her and her family, Harry and Draco, then on the end one of Luna. It was a few years old now, she could tell from the way her hair fell just below her chin. She scrunched her nose slightly; that never had been her favourite hair cut. It looked as though Luna wasn’t aware of the photo being taken, but she knew she was. The day it was taken sat at the forefront of her mind constantly, though it had taken a moment for her to place the picture.

She was wearing these baggy patchwork dungarees and a t-shirt splattered with paint. She still owned the outfit, buried somewhere in her bag. They’d been painting the furniture Ginny had bought for her bedroom. Covering them all in white paint before Luna asked if she could add on some patterns. Patterns became flowers, mostly sunflowers climbing up the headboard of the bed, and daffodils in grass along the bottom of the footboard. The furniture all matched and by the end they were both covered in paint. Some on their noses and clothes and ankles. It was one of Luna’s favourite memories.

Ginny tapped Luna’s shoulder gently to pull her out of the memory. She’d seen the photo Luna was gazing at but also the glassy look in her eyes. They’d both gone over that day a thousand times without discussing it. “Water.” Ginny smiled.

“Thanks.” Luna took the glass. “Had you been asleep long.”

“Barely. About half three I got to sleep. Harry and Draco left at two.”

Luna nodded slowly, biting the inside of her cheek gently.

“If you’d seen their car would you have come in?” Ginny said quietly, hand finding Luna’s free one between them without saying anything about it.

“Good question. Wish I knew the answer. Probably not.”

“You don’t like them asking loads of questions.”

“And you do?” Luna laughed faintly, the ghost of what her laugh used to be, when they were teenagers in school who didn’t realise their young bliss would end the way it did.

“Good point. Draco’s better than Harry. Even if he knows there’s something going on that you aren’t saying, he leaves it be until you’re ready to say it. If you’re ready to say it.” Ginny was thinking of what she’d said earlier, the way he’d looked through her and seen what her words were going to be before she caught herself. Now Luna was looking her over in an equally perceptive way.

She smiled. “Merlin, he’s really got his head screwed on these days. When we were younger he might as well have been walking on the ceiling.” Somehow when Luna threw out things like that Ginny felt better, like they hadn’t changed in the past eleven years since the war had ended. Even if she knew Luna said things like that just so people worried less about her, thought she was just as happy as she had been in school, it made Ginny feel at home.

“I don’t know. It was less like he was walking on the ceiling more walking on every surface and hoping one of them was right.” She mused, pretending just as much as Luna. They both held their serious expressions for a moment before bursting out laughing. The words were barely something Luna would say now, let alone Ginny and somehow that made them grin. “I’ve missed you, Luna.” Ginny said when they were both standing upright again with easy smiles on their faces. The kitchen had been heavy with an abundance of feelings that were nowhere near the elation she usually felt when Luna returned since Harry had arrived but now, finally, she felt happy.

The look on Luna’s face changed, barely noticeable but it was there. “You have no idea.” Was all she replied before moving onto another topic. Where she’d been in the past four months, the crazy animals she’d encountered and drawn in her sketch book. The excitement in her voice as she spoke of the mermaids she’d met in China with beautiful tails made of red scales and fins that were so thin they were translucent but still strong and gorgeous. She said she’d labelled many of the diagrams and managed to expand her dialect by communicating with a colony in another country.

At five in the morning, the sun was up, and they were sat at the kitchen table. Words had recently stopped flowing but the silence was comfortable. They were sat beside each other, Luna’s left hand and Ginny’s right resting on the table interlocked. Luna’s thumb was gently smoothing over the back of Ginny’s hand. The touch was the only thing keeping her awake. Eventually, they stood up, walking slowly to Ginny’s room, hands swinging between them easily.

Luna pulled her trunk from her pocket and waved her wand, reversing the charm that held it so small. She moved it to a corner of the room so it wasn’t in the way and pulled out some pyjamas. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Ginny had already tucked herself under the covers when she spoke and a fond smile took over her face. A few minutes later she returned to the room wearing a pyjamas Ginny had given her a few years ago, and sat on the side of the bed, taking out her earrings before lying down beneath the duvet.

The slow steady breathing beside her lead Luna to believe Ginny was already asleep, so she rolled over to face the window. Apparently, she’d been wrong, as a few minutes later Ginny took a deep breath, holding it for a second. Searching for words. “Last time...” she began, “last time you were here you said there’d be a time you wouldn’t leave.”

Luna bit her lip, she’d thought Ginny was asleep when she’d said that. “I did.” She rolled back over to face Ginny’s back again, only to come face to face with her. That had surprised her as she hadn’t felt the bed shift or heard the sheets move. Ginny said nothing, but through the darkness she could see a question resting in her eyes. “You’re asking if this is it.” It wasn’t a question, maybe Luna had meant it to be one but by the time the words were out she couldn’t tell.

“You hate it when people ask you to stay.” Ginny muttered, hand finding Luna’s under the covers as if hoping it would stop her leaving.

“Not you.” Luna breathed, removing her hand from Ginny’s grip and moving it to rest on her cheek, brushing strands of red hair back.

“Still, I don’t want to scare you away by asking things you can’t answer. There are so many things I need to say, have needed to say for years, luna, but I haven’t. I can’t, because—“

Luna shuffled closer to Ginny on her side and pressed their lips together gently. The reaction she felt was immediate, Ginny melted. The quickened breaths that had been leaving her stopped completely for a second and then the touch was gone. When Luna next spoke, she had rested their foreheads together. “You won’t scare me away.”

They fell asleep like that, the space between them non existent, hands on faces and foreheads touching, the air they breathed mingling together.