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onlyswan · 1 year

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summary: in which moving in together is a herculean task and jungkook teaches you how to fold his underwear.

> est. relationship, fluff, angst lowkey / wc: 3.2k

> warnings: mention of h!ckeys and or/l s/x (f. receiving), allusion to c*ckwarming and s/x

> in which masterlist!

note: who else will drunkenly research about men’s underwear and scroll through calvin klein’s website at 2am to write this for shit and giggles and self-indulgence if not art <3 as always i love hearing your thoughts thru reblogs/comments/asks !! 🥺

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“pssst.”

“oh shit-”

jungkook looks up to find you standing by the doorframe of the walk-in closet, and the view instantly weaves a stupidly whipped grin on his handsome face. your hair is messy from sleep; your eyes are still half-lidded; and your lips are wrapped around the straw of the red water tumbler you’re clutching in your hands.

“baby! you scared me! what are you doing out of bed?”

“my bed escaped from me.” you mumble, padding across the wooden floor until you reach him. he watches in bewilderment as you fall to your knees and pull his arms out of your way. muscular body pliant underneath your dainty touches, he allows you to move him as you like.

“ahhh-” he produces a noise of enlightenment as you find a comfortable position between his legs, lying down across his lap. he’s forced to support the weight of your torso with his arm beneath your upper back, hand curled around your shoulder. “am i the bed?”

“mhmm, boo! i caught you. you’re stuck with me forever.” you go limp in his arms and dramatically press the back of your hand on your forehead like a damsel in distress, which elicits a chuckle from your boyfriend.

he bends down to pepper kisses along your jaw and exposed neck, plush lips brushing against the traces of love bites that blossomed on your skin this afternoon, courtesy of his friskiness. having always been extra sensitive there, the ticklish sensation makes you squirm. “that’s exactly what i signed up for.”

“oh?” you raise an eyebrow challengingly. “sure. let’s see if you can still say the same thing… three months from now.”

your fingers comb through his silky locks, taking a fistful and lightly yanking to pull him off you.

“as you were.”

a grunt tumbles out of his mouth when you change positions carelessly. in the end, you settle with straddling him, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, where you nuzzle your face and almost purr like a kitten due to the warmth that you’ve missed in his absence.

the process of transforming an apartment to a home together has been… exhausting, to say the least. you’ve had most of the furniture installed before you started bringing in your personal belongings, but how can a space feel so empty and so crowded at the same time? too many boxes, too many bags, too many things left to buy. the line between what’s yours and what’s his is blurring in your eyes, and this is only the beginning.

you thought dealing with jungkook’s self-admitted laziness would frustrate you at some point, well… which it did. however, it turns out that it is precisely what you need in this type of situation. yesterday morning, he successfully seduced you into letting him eat you out on the kitchen island. you reached the height of your pleasure twice in a row, nearly delirious as he was lost in untamed lust and moaned about how you taste, distracting you from planning out what goes in which kitchen cabinet based on dimensions and convenience. last night, he had to drag you back to bed at 5am because you ended up organizing your bookshelf for two hours instead of only getting a refill of water like you claimed.

“what are you even looking for?!” jungkook exclaims with a hand over his naked waist, clad only in his boxers, as he watches you rummage through four boxes in search for something.

“the easel!” you whimper, your calves breaking your fall as you slump back on the floor in despair.

“easel?” he squats down infront of a box beside you, scratching his cheek as his puffy and sleepy eyes scan the other boxes. “i don’t think an easel would’ve fit in here, baby.”

“it’s a mini one. the one i use to display my favorite book.” you pout to point at it standing in the second level of the shelf. he recognizes it as the limited edition book he bought you last year, and the flashbacks of him standing in line for hours to get it signed by the author are inescapable.

if hearing you say that it’s your favorite makes jungkook so ecstatic that he wants to break down into tears, he doesn’t show it. instead, he nonchalantly throws you over his shoulder, making a beeline to the bedroom. he yelps when you angrily pound at his back with balled fists.

“ugh, i hate you! put me down!”

he clicks his tongue. “bad!” he lightheartedly chides you, smacking your ass. “i’m cuffing you to myself! do you have any idea what time it is? you have class in three hours!”

“but, babe, i don’t want to attend!” you cry out, slumping as you grudgingly yield. “why do you have to be so strong?! stop lifting weights for fuck’s sake!”

at the time, you meant it when you said that you want to take the moving duties slowly since you have all the time in the world but… you can’t stand the clutter and disorganization for the life of you. at the same time, it pumps your veins with thrill, having an empty space and being responsible to breathe life into it with jungkook. out of all the life-altering decisions you had to make with your still developing brain, this is the biggest gamble yet.

you don’t know if you’re blinded by love, putting your trust in jungkook when he said that he wanted to build a life with you; or if it’s arrogance, having the trust in your ability to stand on your own feet again incase a match is thrown in a puddle of fuel on the floor. the latter is more painful to think about, quite frankly. just because you can, doesn’t mean that you want to. you have to. you have to. with bruised knees from praying for a little more time, you have to. the earth doesn’t stop orbiting the sun when your house burns down.

either way, it’s too late to succumb to your inner monologue. the stuffed toys you own, including ones you’ve dearly loved since childhood, are scattered across the living room. the journal you’ve been sadly neglecting for the past two weeks is just freely lying on your personal study space. you’re here, safe in his arms, and if there’s one thing you’ll always believe in, it’s this. and you intend to make the most out of each day the universe allows you the right to be here.

“you can fall asleep like this? while i keep moving?” he whispers, wide palm soothingly running up and down the expanse of your back.

only if it’s you, you say in the back of your mind. “you can see for yourself.”

“psh. always gotta keep me on my toes, don’t you?” he smooches your cheek, and then once more, lingering and refusing to part away. you feel his lips curling up against your skin.

jungkook reaches for the tumbler you left behind on the floor, capturing the straw between his lips and plentily sipping until he deems his thirst quenched. he sets it aside afterwards, returning his attention to the laundry basket he purposely laid on the floor so he can easily reach inside. he’s been happily working hard on the laundry after you both agreed to wash the clothes you haven’t worn in quite some time to keep your closet clean and fresh.

a little hiccup though.

quickly and unsurprisingly, you ran out of hangers between his long-sleeves and yours alone. therefore, he’s solely focusing on the to-be-folded for tonight, which mostly consists of shorts, casual pants, underwear, and socks.

he inserts his arm in the laundry basket to push out the articles of clothing closer to the edge, grabbing the nearest thing and proceeding to neatly fold it over his outstretched legs. his white sweatpants lands on top of its designated pile, and then the same goes for your tennis skirt, as well as his ripped jeans, and everything else after that.

jungkook being jungkook, singing comes naturally to him after breathing and more than blinking. he hums, chest vibrating against yours as he does so, occasionally singing the lyrics in between because he means them. a tattooed arm protectively wraps around you to keep you glued to his body each time he leans forward. his careful movements, along with his mellifluous voice, fool your senses into believing that you’re being carried out by the ocean waves to the shore of dreamland.

your boyfriend freezes when one of your arm slides down his shoulder, an irrefutable evidence that you’ve fallen asleep again. you finally tired yourself out, he breathes out a sigh of relief. he cups the back of your head as support, eyes shaping into crescent moons as he giggles as quietly as he can after seeing your face.

“so fucking cute.” he muses, rewarding your cheek with another kiss before securely tucking you back into his embrace.

he carries on with his task to allow you to dive further into unconsciousness. he spends the next fifteen minutes folding the boxers that were still stuck inside one of his suitcases, patiently operating with only an arm. his tattooed one is still preoccupied with maintaining a protective embrace around you. shortly after, he decides that it’s time for you to go back to bed.

“there we go.” he says quietly to himself as he succeeds to stand on his feet, carrying you with his hands hooked around your bare thighs. you unconsciously tighten your hold around his neck and release a deep sigh of contentment in your sleep.

he kicks the door open, walking with light, deliberate steps across the wooden floor. he climbs on the bed, knees sinking in the mattress as he gently lays you down. and there’s an inexplicable emotion stirring in his chest as he covers you with the blanket, accompanied by the epiphany that he is doing this at 2am not because time has arrived to daunt him and he needs to leave your bed to go home. not anymore. whatever this is, it feels so fucking good. oh my god, he looks forward to spending the rest of his life feeling you breathe next to him, getting lost in how peaceful you look asleep when he randomly wakes up in the middle of the night.

he tenderly squeezes your arms as he leans down to plant a goodnight kiss on your velvet lips, sweet and loving. slowly, and with the smallest movements possible, he gets out of the bed to return to the closet.

“love, you’re not sleeping yet?” your tiny voice barely reaches his ears but it pinches his heart, even more painfully when he sees that your hand only managed to seize three of his longest fingers to stop him from walking away.

he sits down beside you, intertwining his fingers with yours. “i will in a bit, baby. i only have the rest of my underwear left to put away.”

you blink at him hazily, silent as you digest his words in your clouded mind. “you’re folding them, too?”

“of course.”

and with that confirmation, you eagerly inch closer to him. “teach me.”

“huh?” his forehead creases, eyebrows knitting in a state of confusion.

“teach me.” you repeat yourself, bordering on a whine.

“how to fold my underwear?”

you innocently nod your head as a reply.

“why?” he asks, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth because of your unusual request. but then again, he can’t say he’s much that surprised. it’s such a you thing to do.

“i can’t?” your lips form an adorably small pout, and you sniffle as your eyes water with unshed tears of drowsiness. “but you’re my boyfriend.”

fuck fuck fuck, he curses inside his head. his heart flips and drops to his stomach. holy shit, yes he is. it’s infuriating, how it requires you little to no effort to have him wrapped around your finger. the endearing sight automatically tugs at his heartstrings, urging him to cradle your soft cheeks in between his large palms.

“i’m just curious.” he reassures you with a chuckle, leaning down to press one more sweet kiss to your lips.

“we do chores together…” you trail off, nose scrunching when his brushes yours. you smile sheepishly. you’re relishing in the mere inches between you — how you can see that his pupils are evidently dilated, his brown doe eyes appearing rounder and bigger than they already are. “so i just want to learn how to do it right.”

you swiftly throw aside the blanket enveloping you when he voices out his permission with an “it’s so easy!”, cheerfully jumping off the bed. captivated by your unique charm, jungkook allows himself to be dragged away as a breathing, walking picture of pure adoration.

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he finds himself sitting on the same spot on the floor, back comfortably resting on the cabinets now that you’re beside him instead of on him. your drooping eyes follow the every movement of his dexterous hands as he folds a calvin klein trunk on his lap, black with a white waistband. wearing an orange beanie of his you found stuck underneath the laundry basket, you obediently bounce your head as he earnestly demonstrates it with instructions.

“so you take this side and fold it over to the middle, and then! you do the same with the other one, so they’re folded equally like this.”

he briefly picks it up to show it to you from rim of the waistband, the two parts stacked and perfectly aligned.

“after that, you take the bottom and roll it over like… halfway? whatever, i just kind of do it by feel- and the final step… so you also fold the waistband here so you can tuck the rolled up part inside. it ends up looking this neat and compact, see?”

your gaze only flickers at the finished product, having seen what it looks like about a thousand times in his backpacks and luggages. “so these are called trunks… and those are called boxers?”

your boyfriend follows the direction your index finger is pointing at, revealing a pile of folded boxers sitting inside of his opened suitcase. he winces with his full set of teeth before he cracks up in laughter, the genuine curiosity you radiate is making his brain overflow with love and happy chemicals.

“right! those are more comfortable and breathable so i wear them at home, while trunks provide more support for when i need it, you know?”

“snug fit or loose fit this, boxers or boxer briefs that. you strip them off all the time to put your dick in me anyway.” you scoff, picking up another calvin klein creation from the laundry basket immediately afterwards.

a string of ditzy giggles slip past your lips. the light blue trunk was standing out among the neutral colors like a firefly in the forest, practically begging to be chosen as your first piece of work.

“i’ll do this one! you wore it yesterday. i love the color.”

his lips part open in surprise at your lewd and unfiltered response, a hand flying to his face to conceal the rosy shade that has begun to tint his flushed honey skin, many earrings collectively swinging and belly aching as he chortles. it’s embarrassing, really, how he still blushes despite having done countless sinful things with you. can you really blame him for being incapable of keeping his hands to himself when he’s so helplessly and hopelessly attracted to you?

he clears his throat, crossing his legs and moving to his side so he’s facing you. “go on then.”

you flap it against the air to straighten out the fabric, placing it over your thighs and meticulously following your boyfriend’s instructions step-by-step. you’re quiet as you commit yourself to the chore, floating in your little bubble of tranquility and concentration.

and jungkook is intently watching you with as much self-control he can muster. the urge to grab your face and kiss you senselessly is palpable, wrapping itself around his limbs like vines that have a life of their own, desperate to dip into the sun for a taste. they say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and he can attest to that to a certain degree… but dear god, its lack thereof?

there’s no sensible reason why the both of you should be spending your late nights in your new apartment doing stuff like this when you have an entire 55-inch television set up on the floor because you haven’t found the time and energy to attach it to the bedroom wall yet… and not to mention that jungkook had to write more batteries all types of batteries, tongs, and curtains as CURTAINS!!! in your little notebook of to-buy checklists because somehow, they never crossed either of your minds the last two times you went shopping for your remaining home essentials. his new gaming chair arrived this afternoon and he has zero clue where he will insert assembly time into his busy schedule. one of these days, you’re also bound to discover the plant namjoon left as a gift three days ago. he placed it at the balcony, and it’s only surviving due to the fact that it’s been a relatively rainy month.

although, that’s precisely what makes this moment so priceless and so grounding. you smoothly finish the challenge and sing “ta-da!” with a beam that causes your eyes to twinkle with a tiny sense of achievement despite your apparent exhaustion.

“oh?! looks perfect. good job, baby. goob job.” he praises you with a grin, affectionately stroking your hair. “let’s work together so we can go to sleep.”

his thoughtful words and action make you keen, coaxing the giddiness in you to bubble over. you playfully nudge his side as you haul the laundry basket closer. “i want to play. let’s see who can fold the most in a minute!”

“play?” his shoulders deflate as he sighs, battery running low.

“no?” your lips pucker up in dismay. “too tired, love?”

his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he gives it some consideration. he shrugs. “what’s in it for me?”

oh, damn it.

“the winner also automatically wins the light fixture debate?”

in which you’re referring to your month-long dispute over which color of the cloud light you should purchase for your shared bedroom. he insists on the white cloud that has the white light because it looks like a thundercloud, and on the other hand, you’re fighting for the pink cloud with the yellow light because it looks like the sunrise or the sunset depending on its saturation and brightness.

“alright!” he blurts out, a surge of energy kickstarting his system. he snatches his phone, which he left in one of the empty shelves near him. “baby wants to play a dangerous game, huh? the stakes are incredibly high! too high! are you ready? to lose?”

your mood sours when he begins using his variety show hosting voice, confidence dwindling but determination fueled and burning brighter now that he’s in higher spirits.

you roll your eyes. “yeah, sure. ready to lose the white variation in my cart, bro.”

he smirks mischievously, his childish and devilish laughter echoing in the closet. “we’ll start the timer! in three…! one- go!”

“freeze, you cheater! i wasn’t ready! put that shit down!”

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lynxrq · 4 months

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❥𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨.

➵| 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 |

T/w: inappropriate language/words, (smut)

❥part 3

About what happened the previous day, still hunts you and you knew you couldn't forget about what happened so easily, how his hands ran through your body, making you crave for his touch. A moaning mess to his kiss. Will that change or?

Toji left early in the morning, you were offended that he didn't tell you earlier even though you are supposed to not care for whatever he does. But he still found a way to interfere in your mind.

You were thinking about all the possibilities about where he would be, and that's when the doorbell rang, you thought it will be Toji, but..

You walked to the door and peeked through the window to know who it was. Your face beamed when you found out who it was, Gojo. His white hair that sticks out too much was messy. And he wore the shades that you always made fun of. Black tee with jeans, dressed casually. Your colleague, that also happened to be your go to best friend. You quickly opened the door to find Geto also standing beside him, his dark hair slicked back with a gentle smile on his face as he said,

“Hey, miss us?” he said still with that pleasant smile on his face, while gojo grinned

“Never” you spoke up fast, sarcastically that earned a laughter from both of them

“Come on, in” you invited them in.

“woah? Is this your man’s house?” Geto exclaimed,

You nodded at your friends while they were still looking around the house.

“So what is it? An unexpected visit? Hmm?” You questioned both of them as they both looked at you at the same time before they smiled and gojo said,

“I knew you would be sad without us” He stuck out his bottom lip teasing you, geto chuckled at that.

“Oh please—we both know how both of you couldn't sit still without me” you argued back

Geto laughed at that before saying “well, well, we came to call you for a meet up, Shoko and Utahime will be there as well. So what do you think? you coming? If you want, you could tag your husband along as well”

“Please tell me you are coming, it will be fun” said gojo, being more persistent about the meet up than anyone else.

“I'll think about it.” You said, you knew you were going but just wanted to rail them up. Expecially Gojo

“Oh come on!” Gojo groaned, rolling his eyes, obviously done with your attitude.

“So when is it?” When you asked about the time, gojo's eyes lit up, afterall, it will be boring without your best friend.

“I'll message you” Geto said, before crossing over his arms while looking at gojo

“Where is he? Your husband?” Gojo asked, curiously. Obviously forgetting that you are a married women now

“who knows? He left without a message.” that made their face cringe as you admitted this.

“Damn, that's harsh” said Geto, with an awkward laugh while averting his gaze away from you,

It was awkward for a while then Gojo cracked a joke to ease the awkwardness and we were back to normal. After they stayed for a while, if my so-called husband would come home but realising that he wasn't coming home any minute, they decided to leave some time later.

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You were about to get into the shower, that's when the doorbell rang for the second time today. And this time you knew it was actually him. You were already undressed, too lazy to get dressed again, you saw one of the tank tops on your still half-unpacked luggage that arrived yesterday. You quickly put it on and one of the shorts and walked to the door

You didn't care looking through the window to make sure it was him, you opened it anyway.

There he stood, with a buttoned down black shirt, the sleeves rolled up, that suited him a little too well. His hair falling over his eyes that he is staring right at you, he was scanning your body. Your nipples poked through the fabric of your top. And now you're suddenly aware of the way you looked in front of him

You stepped back to let him inside. He had his phone on one of his hands and his coat that hangs down his forearm. He put down the coat on the couch, oh how his muscles flexed.

“it's a shame that i didn't stay home if that is how you were dressed the whole day” He turned around before saying, while a devilish smirk spread across his face.

“I was about to take a shower” you informed him, while walking back to your room

He hummed like he heard you, but you didn't look back and entered the room before taking a shower

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By the time you were done with your bath, Toji was already slacking off on the couch watching TV. He noticed you when you came out of your room, but went back to what he was doing

You were about to go to the kitchen for a quick snack, when your phone rang, you went inside your room to get your phone. You quickly picked up the phone when you learned that it was Geto calling.

He said that he had sent you the location and time and that he was also looking forward to the meeting, and asked if toji will also be there, which you were unsure of. After a while you hung up the call.

You needed to tell Toji about the gathering, but for now you were really hungry so you focused on going back to the kitchen for your snack.

When you set foot into the kitchen, you saw Toji was there, leaning on the kitchen counter.

You didn't pay much attention and opened the fridge for something cold. When you laid your eyes on the cold pastry, you were about to pick it before he said,

“Who was it?” He asked casually, when you looked up through the door of the fridge he was already looking at you

“Friend” you replied, before getting the pastry you wanted and a spoon and then walked to the couch and sat down, of course he was following you and sat beside you.

You avoided his presence and started to taste some of the pastry until he asked,

“Can I have some?”

When you turned your face to his, he tilted his head to you, even though he asked for the pastry, his eyes were completely hooked to you, totally ignoring whatever you were consuming

You nodded before standing up to get another spoon for him, but to your surprise, he grabbed your hand and pulled, forcing you to sit down. And you did.

“I thought you wanted some?” You asked, obviously confused.

“Yeah..?” He hummed and took the spoon you used and took a perfect scoop and tasted the pastry.

“sweet” he said, savouring it down until a grin flashed on his face and came close to you for more of your pastry.

“Can I have some more?” He pleaded still with that stupid grin that you wanted to wipe off of him.

You felt that you were responding to his words by how flushed you were by his action

You yanked your spoon back from him, getting up to leave.

“Come on, you're no fun” he said, crossing his arms over his chest while he relaxed on the couch.

You looked back at him one more time before heading to your room

He grabbed your hand once again, you didn't think he would because but by the look he had, he was done with playing, but it seems he isn't done with you yet.

“How could you leave like that, after I begged you for more?” he asked after he stood up, now wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you in, staring at you fixedly.

“Can i?” tightening his grip around you, he asked again

You nodded before he took your spoon that you willingly gave him, with a smirk on his face like he won in a game

“Thank you” he said in a cocky manner, not taking his eyes off of you as he ate the pastry with so much fondness to it.

“Want some?” He is the one asking now, stretching out the spoonful of sweet. You wanted it, you'll admit that, but you were having second thoughts about whether you should accept his proposal or not.

Before you could respond he had already put it inside his mouth, he was messing with you at this point.

You nodded your head the next minute, he caught that and held back a chuckle before he stretched another spoonful of pastry

You opened your mouth to taste it again, and when you did, you felt like you accomplished something but what you didn't expect was to taste him as well.

His lips crashed down onto yours unexpectedly, he planned this whole thing and you fell right into his scheme. You could feel him smiling between the kiss

With so much embarrassment wrapping you right now, You wished you could've just fade away right there.

He licked your lower lip to enter your mouth, was it accidentally? Or was it intentionally?, you let him in by some means.

The sweetness never left, the icing on the pastry still lingering on both of your tongues made the kiss more magical.

A single string of saliva connecting the two of you, when he pulled away

“delicious, right?” he asked, before licking his lips. Completely enjoying the situation.

“Do not— Do not talk” you said, with a reddened face while wiping the spit away

He raised his eyebrow, and chuckled and said “Why? Want more?”

Before you could answer, he turned around and walked away, laughing with your pastry.

You hated him for always leaving you like this, before you could even say anything. But this time you weren't going to let him go like that.

You rushed towards him and grabbed his collar and pulled him closer to your lips, stopping mere inches from his lips from touching yours.

“Try me” you said, glaring into his eyes. That has now, turned even darker. Maybe he was already holding himself back, but after you came up to him yourself, made him think he could engage with you for some time more.

Now that he got your permission, he didn't waste any time to pull you into a kiss, every time you kissed, both of you fell for each other a little bit.

“Getting hasty now, aren't we?” He said while the pair were a panting mess. His lips brushed your cheek down your neck till he reached a certain point that made a wave of pleasure erupt throughout your body. After realising your sensitive spot, he kept kissing and sucking you there, making you whine more for him.

He removed his cloth in a quick motion, and one of his hands went up inside your short top, undoing your bra with ease that fell down beside you.

He grabbed your other hand and made you feel his length getting harder each second

“Will you?” he asked with desperation, loving the way your hand is rubbing him through the fabric.

You kissed his neck as a response that he very much understood, he left a gentle breathy chuckle

The kiss dropped downwards, from the neck till reaching the dampened area of the fabric, Oh, how wet he was. For you.

That specific thought caused the heat building up in yourself to burn twice as much as it used to be.

When you undid the zipper, you didn't know what you were expecting but when your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, you knew it was too big.

He let out a groan when your hand made contact with the base, throwing his head back once you started stroking it, precum leaking down, made it easier for you to pleasure him

“Just like that— haa..” he whispered, sweat rolling down his temple, enjoying each and every second of this

When you took him down your throat he couldn't wait any longer, before he started moving on his own, controlling you as he pleases.

About to burst any moment, he pulled out just before he came all over your face, and then there was it, again, that cocky smile, seeing your messed up face with his cum and your spit smeared all over your face made him even more excited for what was about to happen next.

Getting what he wanted, now, he had focused all on you, he had already removed your sweats. Throwing you on the couch, he grabbed your thighs and spread your legs, to know how drenched you were for him.

He had stretched the panties to a side to get a taste of you. Tasting you has never been more heavenly for him, it was perfect, just like how he wanted. The drenched panties now at your ankle, one of your legs over his broad shoulder.

He hasn't yet stopped savouring you.

“This is too much— Fuck, Toji—” you moaned, doing your best to hold back your moans, he noticed it rather quickly. That he had started making eye contact with you as he was eating you out. The way his hair fell over his eyes, His tongue gliding through your slick, This only turned you on even more.

You could feel the orgasm that was almost there getting ahead of you. You knew you couldn't prevent it and didn't want to. You wanted him to keep pleasuring you like this.

Until you were quivering under him. And that's when, how easily you took his fingers in your cunt. He knew you were about to cum, rubbing and teasing your cunt to fasten your orgasm, which he did.

"Such a greedy little pussy" he whispered, enough for you to listen

Your eyes rolled back when the wave of pleasure hit you, you came all over his mouth, he took out his finger as you collapsed onto the couch, trembling all over as the orgasm took over your body.

Grinning while he licked his lips as he said

“you tasted so good, hon — Even better than the pastry"

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 month

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To a Tea 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: A demanding customer grows increasingly needy.

Character: Raymond Smith

The title is a pun, don’t @ me.

Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.

You don’t often miss work, but that week, a burst pipe throws everything off. A morning spent waiting on your landlord, then the next few hours for a plumber, has things a bit off kilter. Even the next day, you’re not quite back on point.

The patched wall next to fridge reminds you of the disaster and a dingy smell persists. You hope it doesn’t cling to you as you set off for your shift that day. If you can, you want to pick up some hours from others if their up for grabs. Harry doesn’t like Saturday’s, maybe he’ll hand over some.

You try to leave your problems behind as you catch a bus down to the city centre. You get to the tea shop five minutes before the hour. Jenna’s wrapping up the opening tasks as you go to leave your things in the back. You tie on your apron and unlock the front door for the first customers of the day.

At first, it’s a trickle. Never very much at all. The early risers who often come alone or if they aren’t, they don’t speak much or very loudly. The smell of fresh baking and the slow rising sun add to the lazy din.

“Thought the special was strawberry today,” you comment as you transfer macarons from a cooled tray to the display.

“Eh, it was but we didn’t have enough jam,” she shrugs. “Changed the sign, is all.”

“Ah, thought my mind was lagging again. Everything’s been off since yesterday.”

“Eh, how’s the apartment, anyhow? Marilyn said it was something about a leak?”

“Burst pipe,” you explain, “they took out the wall above the sink, buncha clanging all day. When I tell you this place is like heaven.”

She chuckles, “can be.”

“There’s a formal tea booked in the Marigold Room at noon,” she intones, “forgot to mention that. With Mother’s day coming up, suppose we’ll get more bookings.”

“Suppose,” you go to check the schedule hanging on the wall. “Party of twelve, wow.”

“I’ll man the till. Honest, since those ladies at New Years, I’ve hated doing them.”

“No problem, Harry should be here, shouldn’t he?”

“Well, he’s... called in.”

“Again?” You whine as you face her.

“Are you really surprised?” She scoffs.

“No one else to cover? Not even Louisa?”

“Nah, she’s on holiday still.”

You huff, “fine. Not much of a choose then, is it?”

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The tea room is as close to raucous as you’ve ever heard it. You have your back to the rest of the shop as you balance the stacked serving trays with an array of sponge cake, fruit, and biscuits. It’s the typical assortment for a tea party booking.

You’ve already served the tea and the sandwiches, and dessert is the last bit, along with any further pots needed to be steeped throughout. With a partner, it isn’t hard to keep up, but alone, it’s rather overwhelming. Jenna does her best to assist but there aren’t many lulls around lunch time.

Beyond that, the tourists are chatty. You could hardly get away to fetch each course as they wanted to chat about the culture and your suggestions of what they should do next. It’s nice that they’re friendly but still stressful.

You put the trays on the cart and roll it around the counter. As you do, you nearly skid to a halt. In the rush, you hadn’t noticed him. Your eyes meet Raymond’s as he watches you. Intent, intense. You give an apologetic smile and nod in acknowledgement. Jenna wanted to deal with the main room, she’ll have to wipe down his table and do her best.

You roll behind the wall and into the Marigold room. You present the tray and grab it by the ring at the top, lifting it onto the centre of the table. You roll around to gather the empty plates and cups, taking two pots for refill.

You come back out and see Raymond standing, just as he was. He sees you too. Watching, hands folded, knuckles white, jaw set. He’s usually patient but you don’t know how long he’s been waiting.

You roll behind the counter and sigh, clearing off the cart as Jenna steams a tea latte.

“Can you wipe Raymond’s table?” You ask.

“Who?” She furrows her brow.

You glance over your shoulder toward the man in question and she follows. She rolls her eyes, “I tried, I wiped the the table. He didn’t sit.”

“Hm, well... did you wash your hands first?”

“Christ Almighty, what is he a child?”

“Jen, he’s just... you know, my mom’s the same. He can’t help it.”

“You can deal with him. I won’t be arsed,” she sniffs, “he was rude and you know I don’t got time for those ones.”

“Jenna, I’m kinda up to my eyes,” you dump the used bags from a pot. “I know he can be prickly but just wash your hands and redo the table.”

“Ugh, fine,” she sneers, “but you owe me.”

“Let’s call it even,” you retort as you pour boiling water into the pots mouth.

She shakes her head and huffs, “guess it is.”

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It’s nearly three in the afternoon. It’s quiet. Harry’s on his phone instead of doing the cups and your wiping the empty tables to keep yourself moving. The door opens and you glance over to make sure Harry’s alert. He’s not.

Doesn’t matter. It’s him. Raymond. You stand and clutch the cloth tight in your hand as you greet him.

“Be right with you, Raymond,” you assure him.

He barely looks at you as he goes to wait next to his table. You go behind the counter and mutter under your breath in Harry’s direction, “...dirty cups.” You wash your hands and make sure to clink some of the empty porcelain in an effort to draw your coworker’s attention. He’s still entranced by his phone.

You take the disinfectant wipes and go back out. You approach Raymond as he checks his watch.

“How are you today?” You ask.

He grumbles and shrugs, “fine.”

“English Breakfast, black,” you declares as you finish wiping up, “usual.”

“So you remember,” he challenges as he steps close, closer than ever, before sidling around to sit.

“Of course, I always do,” you smile.

“And last time?”

“Last time...”

“Twice.”

You’re confused. What is he talking about?

“I came on Tuesday and you weren’t here. Then on Thursday, you didn’t even say hello.”

“Oh, well, I’m sorry, Raymond, it was a busy day. Tuesday, I had a personal emergency so I didn’t even know you’d been in--”

“I’ll have my tea now,” he interjects tersely.

“Right, tea,” you confirm and spin around.

“Crooked strings,” he remarks dully, “again.”

#raymond smith #dark raymond smith #raymond smith x reader #dark!raymond smith #drabble #series #to a tea #sweet and spicy #the gentlemen #au

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munsonownsmyass · 9 months

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Healing takes time

Frank Castle x plus size!reader

Summary: At a low point in life, you meet someone who might just help you get through it.

Notes: I'm going through some stuff and put it in a fic. Is there any other way to cope with life?

@itwasthereaminuteago wrote me three little words (workout with Frank) yesterday and it inspired this.

Warnings: reader had bad self imagine. Insecurities. Some fluff at the end. We do like a happy ending.

Words: 1.5 K

Panting heavily, you finally stop for a break. Almost at a breaking point, feeling the tears threatening to spill. Every muscle aching and nausea building. Is it like this for everyone or just you?

The breathing is still not back to normal as you lean against the wall, chugging down the cold water in your bottle. This is horrible. Working out is horrible. You’re about to break into tears again with the thought of doing this again tomorrow.

“You’re pushing yourself to hard, princess.”

You look up, finding a handsome stranger in front of you. The type of guy you fear meeting going to the gym as a thick woman. Very attractive, muscular, actually looking like he belongs at a gym, whereas you were here for the first time, and it definitely showed.

“I know.” You said, no need to lie to the stranger. He and everyone else here had looked at you, finding all your flaws, probably had an inner monologue about all your rolls and how obvious it was that you were totally new to this. Not even in proper workout clothes, you felt like a fraud.

“You should ease up, let-”

“Thank you,” You interrupt him, not needing a lecture right now. You were already so close to crying that another word might break you. “But I don’t need your help. I know I probably do it all wrong, but at least I’m here.”

Your voice crack at the last word, and you just know you have to leave now unless you want to sob and then you definitely couldn’t show your face here again. You look into his eyes and to your surprise, you find compassion in his eyes.

“Who hurt you?” He asks softly, his voice full of sympathy and it’s too much. You walk off, grabbing your bag and walk out, not even looking back. You fight back the tears all the way to your car, fumbling with the keys when a gentle hand lands on your shoulder. Turning around, you see the man from the gym.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

“It’s okay. This is not about you and I’m sorry. I’m just having the worst week of my life.” You say with a shivering voice, wiping away a few tears. “The man I thought I was gonna marry just left me because I’m not good enough. So I feel like shit and wanted to change. That’s why I came here. But I suck at this, and I should just give up and be one of those women who have a bunch of cats and live alone…”

You sob silently, regretting pouring your heart out to this stranger, but you already feel better, getting it of your chest.

“Do you always interrupt people so much?” He smiles, tilting his head to the side as he cocks a brow at you. You sniffle softly, huffing out a small laugh.

“No, and I’m so sorry for that too.”

“No need to apologize. Sounds like you’ve had a rough time.” He takes a step closer, leaning against your car beside you. “I can help you, if you want.”

“Could you kill him?” You laugh trough your tears and he just smile, the smirk on his face making you question if he took it as a joke or not.

“I meant with the workout. Now, I’m no personal trainer, but I could show you how everything works.” He offers, looking at you with soft eyes. Really pretty eyes. You want to say yes, but you’d be too self-conscious to have this hunk see you all sweaty and weak.

“I really appreciate it, but I can’t.”

“Come on, princess. Gotta make that asshole regret he ever left you.” He nudges your shoulder softly and you hate how it gives you butterflies. You shouldn’t even go there. You’d never be good enough for a guy like that. And you just got dumped! This would be a mess. But you already knew you’d say yes.

“Okay then. But I’m warning you. I’m lazy and weak.”

“You’re stronger than you think, princess. You just gotta believe it yourself.” He smiles again, pushing off your car. “See you here Thursday.”

“But… what about tomorrow?” You ask, already having mentally prepared yourself for some daily torture at the gym.

“Your body needs some rest. Thursday.” He turns to walk back to the gym, but then turns around, smiling at you. “Do you even want a bunch of cats?”

“No, I hate cats. I’m a dog person.” You yell back at him, only to see a wide smile on his face. “I’m y/n, by the way.”

“Frank.” He says, before turning back towards the gym, waving back at you.

That’s how you found yourself at the gym twice a week with him from then on. Frank Castle. At first, he didn’t say much, just showed you how the machines worked, gave you some simple exercises and gradually increased the weight and the difficulty of the exercises.

But over time as you opened up more about your past, he did too. How he was born and raised in Hell’s Kitchen to Sicilian parents, how he’d been a major troublemaker as a kid and later joined the marines. The day he told you how he lost his wife and kids, was the first day your new friendship was taken outside of the gym. You invited him to dinner at a nearby pizza place and you had talked for hours until the owner threw you out at closing time.

Frank had helped you heal so much over the past few months and had giving you back the thirst for life. You smiled more when you were with him and felt better than you had in years. Also why you had invited him to your little party tonight, celebrating finally getting a place of your own, sticking to working out for 4 months and starting to feel like yourself again.

With the party at full swing, you look around and can’t find Frank anywhere, but notice the window to the fire escape is open. Peeking out, you find him smiling back at you with a beer in hand.

“Hiding, are we?” You giggle, before climbing through to join him. He just gives you a soft smile as he scoots over, making room for you.

“Yeah, that Louisa girl was getting a little too close.” He grins as he takes a sip of his beer.

“Shit, sorry. But I thought you were single, so I told her to go for it.”

“I am.” He responds softly, looking at the bottle as he fiddles with the label.

“Oh…” You turn a little and look at him, unsure why he’d reject Louisa. Possibly the hottest of your friends and definitely a catch. “Then… Why would you hide from her? I promise, she’s amazing.”

“Maybe she is.” He looks up from the bottle and into your eyes, his softening as soon as his gaze falls on you. “But I like someone else.”

“Damn, you should have told me. Then I wouldn’t have set her loose on you.” You giggle softly, shrugging apologetically. Truth be told, you would have hated for her to date Frank, but you couldn’t just keep him to yourself when a guy like that deserved so much better.

“I want to. I was just waiting until she’s ready.”

“Ready for what? I can’t imagine anyone not being ready for you, Frankie.” You laugh it off as a joke, but deep down you’re serious. How anyone could not be willing to be with Frank was a mystery. He was so kind, had been a rock for you these past four months and he was fine as hell.

“It takes time to heal, sweetheart. Especially after a failed engagement. And I don’t mind waiting a little longer for you.”

“For… me?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. You can’t really believe what you just heard. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he’s just drunk. It couldn’t be. “B-but… why? I’m not…”

Special. You trail off before you can finish the sentence. At that he just chuckles softly, like you’ve just asked the most ridiculous question in the world. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

“But how? When? I…” You stumble over your words, not sure you’ll ever be able to form a coherent sentence again.

“You’ve said that I’ve helped you heal. Truth is… You healed me too.” He reaches out for you, his hand gently cupping your cheek as his dark eyes stare into yours. There are so many unspoken questions hanging in the air, but you try to silence the voices.

He closes the distance, letting his lips claim yours in a kiss that takes your breath away, but it’s over too soon. For a moment, nothing exists beside you and Frank. The music gone, the city silent.

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For the first time in a long time, you know things will get better. They say anything happens for a reason and you now know you were meant to meet Frank. You had been broken, but he had put you back together. Healing takes time, it takes practice… and a little bit of love.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle #frank castle x plus size! reader

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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Can u write abt az being doting and babying reader 🥹 I'm in desperate need for azriel fluff

Self-Care Day

Azriel x reader

A/n: my love for soft Az knows no bounds

Warnings: none

The moment you opened your eyes you knew you didn’t want to do anything today. You just wanted to be lazy and stay in bed with Azriel. Rolling over to face Azriel’s side of the bed you find it empty. You frown, thinking that he probably stayed at the House after training earlier.

As you roll back over to close your eyes again and enjoy your lazy day alone the bedroom opened. Azriel came in holding a tray with breakfast for both of you and two steaming mugs of coffee. Sitting up you smile at him. “Aww Az. What’s this for?”

He places the tray on the bed sliding in next to you, planting a kiss on your cheek. “I remember yesterday you said you wanted a do nothing day so I thought this would be the perfect start to that.” Grabbing his face you give him a dramatic kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you baby.” You looked down at the spread and picked at the bacon and pancakes. “Wait, let me.” He takes the fork and knife from you and begins to cut up your food for you. “Oh Az, you don’t have to do that.” “I want to.”

You held your hands up and backed off. Azriel wraps a wing around you while he finishes up. Azriel sits back, patting the space between his legs for you to sit. You sit in front of him and lean your head back against his chest looking up at him.

Azriel snakes his arms around you, squeezing your sides and slotting his lips over yours. On e you break apart he brings the fork up to your lips. After he fed you breakfast you both change into comfy clothes.

“What would you like to do now for our lazy day?” He asks pulling you into his chest, placing kisses on your head. “Hmm…can we hangout in the sitting room.” Azriel picks you up bridal style, giving you an adoring look.

Sitting on the couch you and Azriel talked about anything and everything, he read to you a bit, and even rubbed your feet. By the time you looked at the clock it was early evening. “Oh gosh, it’s nearly dinner time.”

You go to sit up but Azriel beats you and gently sits you back down. “Relax my love, I’ll handle dinner.” You smile up at him while holding one of his scarred hands. “But I still want to sit with you. Can I come to the kitchen with you?”

Azriel let out a small chuckle, “Of course you can. You never have to ask my love.” You wrapped yourself around him as he carried you into the kitchen. Setting you down on the island he kissed you, cupping your face and pressing his forehead against yours.

“I love you, y/n.” You lean into Azriel more, “I love you too, Azriel.” Giving you one last kiss he set out to collect ingredients around the kitchen.

Watching Azriel cook was satisfying and very hot. Seeing him do this normal everyday thing makes you happy. You know how much he loves being “normal” on his days off.

As he was plating dinner you were staring at him with a lovesick smile. “Az.” He ignores the food in front of him, focusing on you, “thank you, for today. It was the best day ever.” Everything you had ever done, all the bad shit you’ve both been through, it was worth it to see that glowing smile on his face.

He dropped what he was holding, rushing over to you pulling you into a tight embrace. You return it and nuzzle your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. You stay like that for a long time.

When your break apart you cup his face in your hands. “Let’s eat. I’d hate your hard work to go to waste.”

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#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader imagine #acotar reader fic #acotar imagine #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fluff #azriel fic #azriel fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #azriel shadowsinger x reader #azriel acotar

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sarahmysweetie · 1 year

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Hi so I can get a rafe Cameron x reader where the reader is pregnant and we try to help him get off cocaine 🥺

You promised

Rafe Cameron x reader

Hii thank you for making a request! I hope you like this, i maybe went a little bit off script, but i liked writing some proper angst

Summary: y/n finds out that Rafe relapsed

Tw: drugs, relapsing, swearing, angst but a good ending

I walk around the house, tidying the places. The dishwasher is on and everything is clean but i just can’t seem to relax. How could i relax? I’m growing a human inside of me. Now everything i do affects two people. Being seven months pregnant is exhausting. Still, i would never change it. My fiance is at work, so i’m all alone in our house. I sit down on a couch, groaning. My back is aching and my feet are sore. I rest my hand on my stomach. This baby was a surprise to Rafe and i. It took us some time to wrap or heads around it, but we decided to keep them. We still don’t know the gender of the baby, i wanted it to be a surprise.

I start feeling cold, sitting there in a tank top. Rafe’s jacket is thrown on the couch, and i put it on. It’s way too big for me, but i’m too lazy to go get my own clothes right now. I put my hands in the pockets to warm up, when i suddenly feel something. I pull a tiny ziplock bag out of the pocket. Fucking Rafe. In the bag, there is white powder. He told me he was clean. That’s the first thought in my head. He fucking promised me. I breathe out slowly. Okay what now?

We have gone a long road with Rafe, to get him off cocaine. I’ve tried to make him think about something else, holding his hand through the withdrawal symptoms and just supporting him. I thought he was many months clean now. He said that he wanted to stop, for me and for the baby. I can’t believe he lied. He’s gonna be home soon, so i have to get rid of this now. I walk to the bathroom, holding the bag like it could explode at any minute. I open the bag and scatter the powder in to the toilet. I think for a second before throwing the bag in there too. I flush the toilet, and then flush again, just to be safe. I walk back to the couch and sit down. I fiddle my fingers, thinking about everything. I feel so angry but so sad at the same time. I trusted him.

Unaware of the amount of time that has passed, i hear the door finally opening.

“Hey darling”, i hear Rafe sounding happy. He is in the hallway, probably wondering why i’m not answering. I can hear him walk to the living room, but i keep staring forward, not looking at him.

“Shit hiding spot”, i say.

“What?” Rafe asks, sounding confused. I finally turn to look at my fiance.

“I thought you were clean”, i confront him. At first he looks almost relieved, then he looks guilty.

“I was”, he says, his voice nothing like the happy tone he said hello with.

“When did you relapse?”, i ask, my voice emotionless.

“On Saturday”, he answers. I stand up.

“Saturday? That was fucking four days ago! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me! Does that mean you were high when we watched that movie yesterday? Or when we ate dinner? When we were buying stuff for the baby? Are you fucking high right now?!” i yell at him, my voice rising at every word. Tears are now streaming down my face, and i can see Rafe internally crumbling down.

“No i’m not and i wasn’t, y/n i promise. I relapsed once. I found the bag in Topper’s car when i borrowed it cause our car was in repair. I tried to resist it, b-but i was so stressed because of everything and i just wanted to not feel that way. I-i regretted it immediately, i promise you i didn’t use it again”, Rafe explains, stumbling with his words. His eyes tear up.

“How could i trust you now, i just found your fucking cocaine hidden! You lied to me Rafe.” I don’t think i have ever spoke to him in this tone. I’ve never been this angry with him.

“I wasn’t trying to hide it! And i didn’t lie, i just didn’t tell you”, Rafe pushes his hair out of his eyes, visibly anxious.

“Oh, so it doesn’t count as lying, you just didn’t wanna fucking tell me”, i mock him.

“That’s why i didn’t try to hide it, i wanted you to know but i just didn’t have the heart to tell you. I just, kinda wished that you would find out, so i wouldn’t have to tell”, he says, a single tear sliding across his cheek. I’m about to say something, when i groan in pain.

The baby has been very active lately, and they decided that this would be an amazing time to start kicking me. Rafe leaps to me in one move and puts his hands on my waist and shoulder. He gently helps me sit down on the couch as i keep my hand on my stomach. Even now when we’re fighting and i’m yelling at him, he still runs to help me without a doubt. I breathe like i’ve run the marathon as i lean my back against the couch. Rafe kneels down on the floor in front of me and takes my hand in his. First i pull my hand away, but then allow him to hold it.

“Y/n please, i know that you don’t owe me anything, but i love you so, so much. I don’t wanna lose you, you’re the only person i want to spend my life with. I know i don’t deserve you but you make me a better person”, he almost begs me.

“Do you want to be clean? Not for me, not for the baby, do you want to stay clean for yourself?” i ask him quietly, wiping my tears with one hand. Rafe nods his head frantically.

“I wanna stay clean. It feels so much better to be with you than doing drugs. I’m so sorry for doing it and i’m sorry for not telling you ”, he whispers. I take a deep breath and exhale.

“I forgive you”, i say. Rafe breathes out, relieved. I pat the place next to me on the couch and Rafe stands up. He sits down next to me carefully, like i could get mad if he got too close. I grab his hand to relax him.

“I’m more mad at you for not telling me than about you relapsing”, i explain him. He nods.

“I know quitting isn’t easy. But i thought we were in this together! I thought you would tell me if you were struggling”, i say, my voice now a lot calmer.

“I know. I was just so ashamed. I promise i will be a better man for you, someone you could be proud of”, he says. I squeeze his hand.

“I am proud of you. But from this day forward you will tell me how you feel, so i can help you, okay?” i ask him, rising my brows. Rafe nods.

“Come here”, i whisper and pull him closer. I wrap my arms around him and he hugs me carefully. Rafe holds my body like i were glass. Hugging these days is a little hard considering my belly, but we manage to have a somewhat comfortable hug. He kisses my head.

“I love you too Rafe”, i say as we separate from the hug. He smiles and fixes my hair away from my face.

“Feel”, i advise and guide his hand to my stomach.

“Can you feel it?” i ask. Rafe’s face lights up and he nods when he feels the kicks.

“They know when mommy and daddy are fighting”, i say and look at my fiance.

“Mommy isn’t mad at daddy anymore”, i whisper to the baby. Rafe smiles and kisses my cheek. I peck his lips, but then pull him in for a proper kiss. He places his hands on the side of my face and to my back as i melt to his touch.

“You took it from Topper?” i ask when we’re curled up on the couch, watching tv. I feel Rafe shifting awkwardly but i pull his arm over my shoulders to show him that i’m not mad at him anymore.

“Yeah i did”, he sighs.

“Is he gonna want it back?” i ask.

“Probably yeah, when he notices something is missing”, Rafe answers. I sigh and shake my head.

“Too bad i flushed it down the toilet”, i say.

“Really?” Rafe asks surprised.

“Yeah, they always do it in the movies”, i say and laugh. Rafe joins me laughing, until he gets serious.

“I’m sorry again”, he says quietly.

“I know”, i say.

“And i’ve forgiven you. We are doing this together”, i hold his hand and cuddle up closer to him.

“I don’t like fighting with you”, Rafe says.

“Me neither”, i agree. He kisses the top of my head as i rest my hand on top of my stomach.

“Let’s be on the same team”, i say. Rafe nods and pulls me closer.

“I love you both”, he says and places a hand on my stomach.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #obx #obx rafe #rafe cameron fic #outer banks #obx x y/n #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron angst

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damon-loves-pie · 1 year

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“Care to Remake One of Those Scenes?”

"Care to Remake One of Those Scenes"

Pt. 1??????????? (Let me know down below.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader.

Word count: About 2,400 words

Warnings: 18+, Older Henderson Sibling, talks about Erotic writing, mentions of porn, implied sexual relations, and a little choking, talks about worried of mental health. I think that is it, but please let me know in the comments if I missed anything.

Summary: Older Henderson Sibling had been avoiding Eddie and the rest of their friends since finding a new Erotic book which has taken up all of her free time. Best friend Eddie confronts her, and see’s how dirty his best friend really is when he reads a page from her book. NOT REALLY ANY SMUT, But pretty fluffy.

Author’s note: Hello everyone I AM BACK! I mean I am still depressed as fuck, which is why I stopped writing in the first place, plus I just had a lot go on in the last couple of months. But I think I’m ready to get back to writing. ANYWAY, moving on, I really wanted to write smut into this but I just couldn’t get myself to because I wanted to get it posted since coming up with the idea yesterday. I really hope you enjoy but please don’t come for me since I know I keep changing between different tenses, I’m just too depressed and lazy to care to go back to change it.

But I may, and I mean may make a part 2 if it gets requested enough. But enjoy my babies, and hope you are all doing well!

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Eddie and Dustin strolled into the Henderson home after a successful campaign looking for the eldest Henderson sibling, you had been actively avoiding everyone the since Monday. Worried, they wondered why you said you were going to be unable to pick the younger sibling up after hellfire was over tonight, it wasn't like you to not show up. Little did they know it wasn't anything as serious as Eddie thought it was, you were just caught up in a daydream of what you wished your life was.

"(Y/N)?" Eddie called out as he shut the front door behind him, causing a loud bang to echo throughout the living room. Dustin winced as he finger flied straight to his ear to protect his hearing. After having his eardrums basically blew out on the ride here, his ears were sore.

"She's probably in her room, her car is outside." He motions to the hall, setting his bag down as he walked to the kitchen to find something to consume after a long day. He knew you were probably okay, and would come forward eventually if there was anything serious going on. Yeah it was a little weird to him that you would not show up to a place Eddie was going to be to, but he knew it wasn't anything serious.

Hell he's hoping soon you two would realize you were into each other.

Eddie nodded at the younger kid before making his way to your bedroom, wanting to check on his bestfriend. He knows you get like this sometimes but can't help but worry each time scared one time there will actually be something keeping you from him.

You hadn't heard them come in, you were laying comfortably on your bed with a book sprawled out in front of you, and headphones blasting music from your Walkman. The smile on your face was wide as you read one of the best books of your life, legs kicking happily behind you while you chewed on your thumbnail in anticipation on what was going to come next.

Eddie knocked on your door, waiting for an answer or to see the door open. A few moments passed without any acknowledgment, so he pressed his head against the door, hearing the low sound of music playing. Standing there for a few more moments he decided to open the door, praying he wouldn't be intruding in a private moment. Once someone hits middle school, you never know what you're going to get when you enter someone's room unannounced.

Leaning slightly into the room, he spotted you on the bed. You were smiling to yourself as you read your book. He smiled at the sight of you, happy to see you at least looked like you were doing fine. But the smile soon turned to a slight frown as he wondered what was so special about the book that it made you fall away from reality the past couple days. He felt like he's barely talked to you. Every time he's seen you, your head has been buried in that novel.

He was done living second place to a book, he missed his best friend and he wanted to spend some time with you, he wasn't going to let the book take away your usual Friday night movie nights. He survived not seeing you much this week, but he wasn't about to sacrifice a weekend. Sneaking into the room, he quietly shuts the door behind him, trying to not make a noise as he creeps behind you.

Your mind was still intwined with your book, still not noticing his presence yet. Your smile was widening more as Christian and Alice sneaked away into the closet of their workplace, unable to keep their hands off each other. Your face reddened as your eyes skimmed over the dirty scene wishing ever so much Eddie was Christian and you were Alice, sneaking into the janitors room between classes. You too understood how hard it was to keep your hands to yourself when Eddie would wear a certain pair of jeans.

You had thought about doing more than friendly things with Eddie so much that your favorite troupe had became friends to lovers, waiting for the day that maybe someday it would happen to you. Almost all the stories you've consumed other than for class lately had been centered around the troupe to help you manage with not being able to confess your feelings to Eddie.

You didn't have time to comprehend as Eddie snatched the book from behind you, making you jump at the sudden action of the stack of paper being ripped from your hands. Realizing what happen, you yank off your Walkman, turning to him as he held your dirty little secret in his hands, slight smirk on his face as he waves it slightly.

Your eyes widened as he went to open it.

"Wait! Eddie please give it back! Please, I don't want you to lose my spot." You reached for it as the metalhead took a step back, waving his finger at you as he tsks, the noise echoing through your brain as your mind races at what he would think if he knew what he was holding in his hands.

"Not till I know what's so great about this thing, and why it's keeping my best friend from me. You had me worried all week." Eddie speaks, scanning the cover for any indication on what it's about, which you thanked a god you didn't even believe in, that the cover looked like a normal book cover.

Your eyes met his as you physically pleaded.

"I'm sorry that I had you worried, but it's nothing special, I promise you. It wouldn't be of interest to you, it doesn't have anything mythical or magical. Can I please have it back?" You asked again, a little more eagerly.

Eddie shook his head no, holding the book in his hand as he took a seat in the desk chair next to your bed. His fingers held the page you were on last as he got comfortable in the wooden chair. He took another look at the book before looking back at your tense body, sensing you were hiding something.

"Come on (Y/N), it has to be somewhat interesting. You're acting like me when I checked out Lord of the Rings. " He argued, making you sigh as you realized there was no way of getting out of this unless you somehow manage to get the book out his ring-covered hands.

You sat up a little taller in hopes of seeming more convincing, as you pointed back to the book.

"It's just some girly book Eddie, romance. All that gooey gross romantic shit." You shrug, which wasn't a complete lie. It was friends to lovers, just he didn't need to know about the erotic portion of it.

Eddie's eyes met yours after you glanced down at the book before bringing your line of sight back to his. He didn't believe you, he knew you were holding something back in order to save yourself. He didn't want you to think you had to hide yourself from him, hell if anyone knows what it's like to be into weird things, it's him.

"What's so great about this romance that you couldn't even pick Dustin up from Hellfire tonight?" He asks, leaning forward as he holds the book out in front of him, the book ever so slightly dangling between his fingers as he teased you.

"Maybe I was too caught up in it because of my lack of one." You shrugged, which is partially true. It's hard to just be friends with Eddie when you want to be more, you needed an outlet.

Eddie watched your body language as he continued motioning the book in front of you like you were an animal he was trying to catch.

"Mmmh, and even though the book is nothing special you want to spend all your time reading it?" He asked as your eyes focused on his hands.

"Yes. Now since I've answered your questions, can I please have it back?" You begged, well basically yelled as you stood up, flinging yourself at your book, hoping to get it out of his grasp. You just knew Eddie would never let this go if he found out the kind of things you liked to enjoy in your free time.

Eddie was too fast for you though, he knew you too well and could already see it from your body language that you were going to try coming for the book. He had stood up and turned around before you even reached him, chuckling slightly as he shook his head.

Tsking you again, he opened the book.

"You bad girl, trying to steal it back- You can't have the book till I read the last page you were on. Then, and I mean then maybe I'll decide if this book is good enough to have put our friendship on hold." He laughed as he glanced down at the long paragraphs in front of him.

Your voice felt needy as you pleaded for him not to.

"No Eddie, please don't. I'm begging you." Eddie turned towards you, ready to read what was consuming your free time.

"Come on (Y/N) it's just a book, it can't be that bad." He reassured, eyes darting across the first line as your brought your hands to your hair. Knowing there was no way to get out of this.

Eddie's eyes widen as he read the page, cheeks reddening as much as yours. Not even halfway done with the page he decides he has to say something.

"You're not only a bad girl, you're also a dirty one!" He grinned, he hadn't realized his best friend would read something so filthy. He knew you weren't innocent but god were you more dirty than he knew.

His comment makes you groan out in embarrassment as you sat on your bed while he continues.

"You're not reading a book (Y/N), you're reading porn." He laughed lightly, eyes darkening as he finished the page.

"You literally have dirty magazines in your room." You argued, feeling your body burn as he closed the book to focus on you.

"But that's different, my porn has pictures. Plus I use them for personal pleasure, and I don't read them in public around my friends." He taunts, as his eyebrow raised, "Do you use this for personal pleasure?" He questions, making you turn more red at the conversation at hand.

Why couldn't I had just picked Dustin up, you cursed yourself as you turned back towards him.

"No." You answered, shrugging slightly as he looked at you with a 'really' expression, not believing your words one bit. He knew for a fact you got off, hell just last week you and Robin went to the 'toy store.'

Sighing, you speak because you were already caught. Plus it wasn't like he didn't know about your sex life, or lack there of this year.

"Okay, not like while reading but sometimes after, when I'm laying in bed at night." You tell him, your cheeks blushing as he smiles more.

"How often do you read this kind of stuff?" Eddie asks, taking a seat next to you, deciding it was finally time to hand you back your so called book, which he would claim was porn with words.

"More often than I want to admit," You laughed, looking down worn out pages.

"God you're as big of a perv as me," He grinned, leaning back onto the bed with his hands behind his head. Catching your eyes as they twinkled down at him.

"I still think you're a bigger one," You joked, setting your book and Walkman down on the dresser before leaning back next to him.

"Hey, at least I'm open about my pervyness." He states, lightly tapping your elbow with his.

"Well I'm sorry that I don't want to shout to the world I like to read erotica." You giggled as you turned to look at him, the rocker licking his lips as his mind races.

"What do you think about as you read it?"

"What do you mean?" You questioned, feeling your face redden.

"What goes through your head, as you read about Christian and Alice?" He challenged, voice sounding thick. Your eyes flicked across his face as butterflies erupted in your stomach.

"I liked to picture myself as Alice, sometimes." You tell him, as he leaned onto his side taking in your words.

"And who do you see as Christian?" He hums, free hand moving to push your hair behind your ear before resting on the side of your neck.

"Does it really matter?" You breathe out slowly when you realized how close you and Eddie had actually become on the bed.

"Very." He whispers, hand still lingering on your neck.

You gulp taking a deep breathe, nervous at the sight in front of you, wondering if you were imagining it.

"Come on sweetheart, who do you think about?" He asks again, eyes darting between your lips and eyes.

"I-i don't want to say." You stutter, breathing getting heavier as the tension thickens. He chuckles to himself lightly at the sight of you underneath him, basically already falling apart. Your chest moved up and down slowly as he eyed the necklace sitting on your neck, twiring it between his fingers, making you take a deep inhale at the light touch.

He rolls over leaning more above you, your face just inches from his as he mumbles down at your lips, before bringing his eyes back to yours.

"What would Alice do in one of those scenes of your book baby? I bet she would tell Christian when he asked, wouldn't she?" He hums down at you, looking at you in a way he had never done before.

"You, I think about you." You breathe out, letting out a breathe you didn't even realize you were holding.

A smirk comes across Eddie's face as your necklace tightens around your neck while he brings his face closer to yours, his strong hands holding it tightly.

"Care to remake one of the scenes?" He whispers against your lips, barely brushing against them.

A sigh slips your lips against his.

"Please." You beg, your soft hands moving up to his hair as his lips crash against yours.

You knew just by how he was holding you, this wasn't going to be the last time you begged him tonight just like it wasn't the first.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things spoliers #stranger things season 4 #joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #eddie munson imagine

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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Hi Lock <3 I don't know if this has been asked before but I had this thought yesterday at 5 am... What happens to Scara's darling after he wipes his existence from Teyvat? Would he try to pursue them again? If so, would there be anything he'd do differently than before? He knows what works and doesn't now after all...

hello ada !!!!

WHEW BOY... do i have some thoughts on this... let's see if i can get enough neurons firing to capture what i have in mind. some of this response involves conjecture on my part about genshin's overall lore, but i promise i'm going somewhere with it. pinky swear. stick with me.

one of the key takeaways from scara's archon interlude is the flow of teyvat's fate. at first, i found it very odd that scaramouche erasing his existence had so little consequence. i've always been of the belief that even the smallest, seemingly insignificant acts can have unforeseen consequences on the future (butterfly effect type beat). at first i thought mihoyo was being lazy by keeping everything in this teyvat 3.0 essentially the same with teyvat 2.0 (and tbh who knows maybe this is the case and i'm reading way too into it bc i overanalyze anything scara related), but then i wondered if this is a hint at the type of universe teyvat is.

then i considered the possibility teyvat is ruled by a type of predeterminism. while we don't know exactly what the heavenly principle are, apparently the original chinese characters for what's translated as heavenly principles can be read as destiny (and or fate). this make me wonder if teyvat has a set of 'rules' that, for whatever reason, must be adhered to. if something disturbs this delicate balance, the universe reorganizes itself in such a way that it closely mimics the universe before it.

ALRIGHT . all that to say.

wouldn't this spell the ultimate tragedy for scaramouche's darling? a delicious tragedy, but a tragedy nonetheless.

for some inexplicable reason, the story woven by fate for his darling is one of subjugation. the universe rewriting itself does not change the genre of their play. no matter what point they start at, the ending to their story has already been determined. in this teyvat 3.0, the kabukimono is still drawn to them, still obsessing to an unhealthy degree. perhaps it's not as bad as living under scaramouche's thrall, but bad is a relative term here, this is still no way to live. kabukimono is granted a set of advantages which scaramouche never had, namely his naïve personality lending itself perfectly toward manipulation. he embeds himself into your side and makes it so it hurts you to try and pull him out. he'll get tearful, apologize profusely for crossing another line, quietly pleading to not be left behind when you're all he has.

then comes the events of the archon interlude.

when the blank slate version of kabukimono takes on all of scaramouche's memories, coalescing into one, your close ties surprise the freshly awoken scaramouche. in teyvat 2.0, he hesitated while wading through irminsul; it had been you who pushed him to make the decision to erase 'scaramouche', the sole source of your woes. after gazing through your memories from your lens, he saw the extent of your despair, felt it reverberate in his hollow chest cavity. it occurred to scaramouche that you really would have been better off without him, painful as it was to admit it.

so he resolved himself to do right by you just this once. his first and supposedly last act of sacrificial love toward you.

except... that wasn't the case. 'wanderer' as he goes by now condemns himself for his foolish, wishful thinking. what a revelation this is! the messy threads that pull you together are ties that can never be severed. this is definitive proof. in this universe where you were meant to be free, you still found him, or to be more specific, he still found you. he's elated, he's thrilled. the energy that fills him at this realization is more invigorating than when he temporarily became a god. yours is a story whose script shall never be altered.

after departing from the sanctuary of surasthana, it doesn't take long for the wanderer to happen upon you again. it's as if your presence quietly calls out for him.... whispering, beckoning.

the first words he says to a somewhat confused you are as such:

"how good it is to see you again."

#yes i will write a full story of this one day. who knows when tho #yandere scaramouche x reader #scaramouche brainrot #answered #scaranya

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weirdxstarseed · 1 year

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Imagine you started to catch feelings for Rin Okumura and everybody confused your attitude thinking you like Yukio.

content: a lot of fluff, slight angst, school oriented, best friends to lovers, tsunderegirl! x dumbass guy! | warnings: none! | pairing: reader x rin okumura

You don’t know where or how, but you fell in love with Rin.

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— At first sight:

Everything where just laughs and fun when he was around you. You loved his bad jokes. The wrinkles in his face when he showed you his canine smile ¡! A/N: Holyfuck

then he started to bring you every morning breakfast cuz you’re too distracted and lazy to do your own

in the beginning, the gesture surprised you but after Rin continue making you the lunch

it became a tradition

Continue with the topic of school…

Everybody knows that Rin sleeps like a rock

You go every morning to his room, and you scream “TAKE OUT YOURE ASS FROM THAT BED” to waking him up

Taking a “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU” in response

At this point, Yukio is taking both of you out of the room so you can arrive early or mid-early to the class

Both of you assist at the same class of exorcist, but since you’re in different desk you’re in charge that this boy doesn’t sleep and pay attention

It’s a caos over there, you’re throwing him paper airplanes or if you have the chance to stand up, you pinch his arm in the way

Bon is always helping you cuz both of you share the same rudeness with Rin

When the class finally finish, both of you like to choose the long way to talk about anything and everything

After all, Rin is a gentleman, and he always, ALWAYS, walks you at home so you can arrive safe

Finally, when you arrive to your home, Rin hugs you in a gesture to say goodbye

IS IN HERE, WHEN YOU REALIZED SOMETHING IS GOING ON

In the moment his arms closed you to his chest, you started to feel an extremly nervousness and shyness

You were so schock that you didn't response to the hug, i mean, it wasn't weird at all, but your feelings catch you by surprised.

"What's going on? You're ears are red" he said.

"Nothing" you replied with a weird laugh.

"Really?"

"Yes, idiot, you can go now !!"

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— Now you're a mix of feelings:

Now, you're attitude was a whole change of 360° grades.

Seriously

the next morning he arrive to your house, you're too thoughtful to understand that Rin was explaining you his theories of Shura's class

"Y/N, did you hear what I said?"

"Huh?"

"You didn't listen anything I was telling you!" he screamed annoyed, passing an arm around your shoulders.

The gesture freeze you completely and Rin notices it.

"Y/N, you're weird since yesterday" he said getting close to your face.

< those red ears, again > he thought.

"I NEED TO GO, I'M GETTING LATE TO THE CLASS" you screamed and start running to the wrong direction.

Rin was so confused that he scratch his head a little worried about your attitude.

Meanwhile he was asking everyone of you're presence, you were hiding in the library, trying to clear up your mind.

"I know this will happen" you said, a little bit angry with yourself.

"Happen what?" Shura asks, behind you.

You scream out of your lungs reaching a lot of -pissed- attention.

"Holyshit, you scared me"

"It´s not my fault you're acting weird, all the class was talking about you"

"Stupid Okumura" you mumble.

"Do you mind if I ask what's going on?" Shura asks confused, taking a book of the shelves to distract the librarian who was watching both of you long time ago.

"I think I start catching feelings for Okumura" you finally said.

Shura was surprised that you we're too honest, but a fine smile trace her lips when she notices that you were a mix of feelings.

"And what's the matter you like Yukio?" she ask, pissing you.

"Yukio?" you ask confused, opening your eyes worried by that supposition.

Shura was going to say finally the name of the other twin, when the librarian kick you out of the place. Leaving a special group boys surprised by the talk, they already heard.

"There's your answer, Okumura" Bon said. "Y/N likes your twin brother"

If Rin was confused at first, now on he was shock by all the information he heard.

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— Nobody knews the talk Shura had with you, but your attitude with Rin was a holy change:

Rin and you can't talk freely as they do

You always are in your thoughts and Rin is the same as you

You think is necessary to confess your feelings but isn't that easy

You don't want to lose his friendship

And you don't want to be humiliate

in the past a bitter experience caused you to no longer like confessing your feelings

So...you didn't admit it, but you were afraid.

You are afraid.

In the other hand, Rin is confused cuz he understand you can like his brother, everyone loves him. He's intelligent, handsome and brave.

But he can't accept that you didn't have the confidence to talk with him of that topic

He thought you we're best friends

Now, you don't joke with him, you don't go all the afternoons for a ice popsicle, you make your own breakfast, you don't visit his room and stay all the afternoon talking about mangas and playing with Kuroo.

He feels out of orbit.

"Rin" you said, taking out if his thoughts.

"Yes?" he asks.

"I don't think is a good idea to continue bringing me home"

He stop walking believing he heard wrong, and a evident "HUH" is in the air.

"What the fuck are you saying, Y/N?" he ask angry.

"Language, Okumura" You said, furrowing your brows.

"Language, my ass!" he scream. "You have been acting strange for weeks except with Yukio and Shura, did I do something wrong to have this attitude of yours?"

"Rin, isn't something we can talk in the middle of the institute" you said, stressed that a lot of people was watching the scene.

"I DON'T MIND IF EVERYONE IS WATCHING, JUST TELL ME"

Now, everyone is paying attention and you're getting angry.

"I'll say it again, I'm not talking about this topic here. If you don't calm your shit down, I'll leave" you challenge him, holding tightly to the strap of your bag.

He gets close to you.

He watch's you directly to your eyes

Oh god, his eyes

For an instant, the butterflies in your stomach were raising, but the anger was stronger. And your eyes were getting crystallizing by the anxiety.

He notices it, and when he was going to say something to mend the situation, he heard those words that freeze him eternally.

"Don't talk to me ever again, Okumura".

"What?"

"Stay away for me" you said, finally. Leaving quickly, feeling your heart in your throat and your breath stuck in your chest.

Rin was going to chase you, but Bon hold him up, leaving him and all the class surprised by your mad attitude.

You used to be happy, calm, rude and angry as a normal person. But the attitude recently you show...was so cold. Nobody expect that of you. No one except Shura that knows your feelings.

A/N: this wasn't supposed to be angst, but hell yeah...

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— THE DRAMA FINALLY END, but you weren't assisting school:

Your mom didn't pressure you

She knew what happen in the past and she understood your attitude.

You were eating a little bit, but you missed the lunches Rin prepared you. You missed his jokes, his laughs, his eyes, him.

You were so annoyed by your own attitude.

You were out of your mind.

All your life you were honest with all kinda people, but when it's about love, you're totally a dumbass.

You're phone was turned off all the week and Rin was getting anxious about you.

Nobody knew what happen with you

All the teachers said you were sick, but Rin didn't believe that. He was going to run out of classes, when Shura stopped him.

"Hey, kiddo. Calm down, where are you going?" she asks, clearly interested in the situation.

"It's not of your business, Shura" he said. "AUCH! WHY DID YOU HIT ME?"

"Are you going to see Y/N, aren't you?"

He nod, feeling his cheeks warm.

"Listen to me, you little dumb kid" Shura started. "The reason Y/N has those attitudes was because of you. I didn't want to say something cuz I appreciate her, but if you want to know. . . ask her directly, not in front of the middle of the school, idiot" she scold him.

"Ok, I admit it. Was my fault, but I was so stressed cuz I heard you both of you talking and I-"

"Nosy" she said, hitting him in the head. "Be a man and go an see if she isn't throwing by the window, she's a little impulsive like some guy I know"

Rin went to Y/N house the faster as he can, that when he finally arrives, he was just blanked. He saw Y/N in the street too thoughtful petting a cat that he didn't notice that a happy smile was tracing in his lips.

He reached you in silence when you stand up, you hit with his chest.

"IDIOT, WHAT ARE YOU-" the words were in the air in the instance your eyes met.

All the mixed feelings you were carrying all those weeks were finally a war all over your body.

"Rin" you finally said. feeling goosebumps just by saying his name.

He didn't response. He didn't know what to do. He got closer to you and before you said something. He hugged you. He hugged you with a gentleness that you feel dizzy just by smelling his cologne.

"I miss you" he finally said, hugging you more stronger.

"I miss you too, idiot" said honestly, corresponding to the hug.

Now on, you were in the park. Both of you in each swing waiting patiently for someone who can break the ice. You breathed harder and watch your jet black hair friend lost in his own thoughts.

“Rin”

“Y/N”

You hit him in the arm in the middle of a joyful laugh after that coincidence that Rin couldn’t help to dedicate you a warm smile tracing in his lips.

“I’m sorry for being so cold to you that day” you said.

“You don’t need to apologize, it was my fault. I put a lot of pressure on you and it wasn’t correct to expose you in front of all the school” he said, resting his face in chain of the swing.

You sigh, nodding with your head. You stop swinging and leaned to him in a chance to express yourself the things that were in your mind for a long time.

And the reason both of you were in this chaotic situation.

“I need you to tell you something, Okumura” you started, feeling your blood rushing harder through your veins.

“Woah, why you need to be so serious?” He asked with a piece of playfulness in his voice.

“Just, listen to me” you supplicated, closing your eyes pretty nervous.

He opened his eyes bigger as usual and placed all his attention on you.

“I think, no, sorry” you inhale nervously.

“If you are trying to broke our friendship is not fun enough, huh” he joked, watching your hand in his arm. You hit him, again.

“RIN OKUMURA, LET ME FINISH”

“Ok, I’m going to say it now” you said. You breathe again and speak as faster as you can. “Im in love with you and I was to shy to say it cuz you’re my best friend and I didn’t want to break our friendship and now on, you’re watching me weird, what’s the matter?” You said the final phrase in a scream, preparing your feet to run for your life.

“What?”

“I’m not going to say it again” you said, covering your face with both hands.

“I thought you liked Yukio” he said shocked, not moving your eyes from you, contemplating how your hair falling in your hands that covered your face.

Rin was going to take your hands when you lift your head just to scream “WHAT?”

“I never liked Yukio, how do you get to that conclusion?” You continue, showing your red ears and cheeks standing up of the swing and begin to walk from one place to another.

Now, he was embarrassed. He mumbled the response to himself and for an instance you need to get closed to his face so you can hear.

He instantly got red by the closeness. You were a mess too but your curiosity was more.

“That time you run like a crazy donkey, I told to the guys that you were acting weird. Izumo proposed that you’ll be in the library. So…all the boys went there and in the exact moment Shura was asking you what happen, we heard that you liked Yukio” he told you, watching how the iris of your eyes make smaller.

“Idiots. I didn’t even say that. Shura proposed that on purpose” you explained, bending down at the height of him.

“Well, that’s a relief…”he mumble, passing a hand over his hair.

You didn’t understand what he was trying to suggest with that reply. But you were standing up when he stopped you taking delicately your hand.

“Don’t go. You didn’t hear my opinion about your feelings”

“I know what you’re going to say and it’s okay, I don’t mind ignoring this and continue being -“

A soft pair of lips were in yours, stopping your speech.

"I was trying to say that I like you too" Rin smiled. He contemplate your reaction for a second. Your cheeks and ears were red as always. Your eyes were sparkling. And your brows were furrowed in a funny gesture showing your tsundere facade.

He was stunned by the way you looked and the way you looked at him.

Like a dumbass he leaned into you, again. Waiting for a kiss. Rin was telling you that with his eyes. But you tried to provoke him just a little.

"What?" you raised a brow crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"I'm waiting my kiss, I gave you one, it's time to give me one in return"

You looked at the sky being a blushing and erratic mess trying to concentrate

"I'm still waiting ~ " he sang, enjoying the view.

"Oh shut up, you idiot" you said finally closing the distance between the two of them, giving him a much more needy but still sweet kiss.

"Thank you, sweetie. I love you" Rin said, hugging you harder.

"I hate you" you said, laughing after the guy of your dreams make you tickles trying to give you a butterfly kiss.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

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ryxiez · 1 year

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༺ Sunset City ༻

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Genera ➛ fluffy fluff + established relationship

Pairing ➛ Taehyun x gn!reader, (idol or not isn’t specified)

Word Count ➛ 1k

Warnings ➛ nicknames (baby, babe), mention of eating and feeling full, feeling really tired

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Today was arguably the best day you've ever had, in at least a while.

Taehyun and you went out to the downtown city really early in the morning. There was nothing you hated more than people rushing around in traffic.

This outgoing just happened to be your your second date, your first one being a romantic dinner. Don't get it wrong, that dinner was amazing too, but it was classic. He set it up all by himself at his own home a little more than a two weeks ago and it went perfectly.

Today, however, was something different compared to the norm.

You two spent the day traveling around to different food venders in the city trying various kinds of snacks, meals, and drinks from various different countries and cultures.

Taehyun insisted he pay for everything, but you managed to convince him to at least let you pay for dessert. You couldn't let him spend his whole salary on you in one day.

Now the sun was setting behind the horizon, a nice pinkish color decorated the fluffy white clouds. Your hand held Taehyun's as you finally made your way to your apartment, both of your stomachs full.

Your own fingers playing with the few rings that decorated his own, one of them you bought for him yesterday. It was simple sterling silver, but on the inside was your names engraved together. You would be lying if you said you didn't see the tears in his eyes.

He looked up at the sky for a moment to breathe in the fresh air and admire the beautiful sight in front of him, other than you of course. But in contrast to his, your own eyes started to feel heavy and you could barely hold them open.

You yawned while you slowly blinked a few times, trying to keep yourself from crashing down. The drowsiness seemed to hit you like a bus as your steps became slightly staggered and slow.

Of course Taehyun took notice of the sudden pace change, "y/n? What's wrong?" He asked, taking his worried eyes off the sky and focused them on you once again.

It took you a moment to process what he actually said you were too busy focusing on your tired feet as well, "Hmm?... Oh it's nothing. But how many more minutes do you think we have?"

Taehyun stoped walking all together. You were confused at first until he started to tease you,

"Awww, is my baby getting tired?" He cooed in a sarcastic voice.

You broke your hand away from his, but you were too lazy to fight his words with your own. "Yeah, I guess I am... Plus these shoes are lacking any support, it's starting to hurt a lot."

After your tiny tangent, you crossed your arms for a little warmth, the evening breeze also suddenly getting to you.

Taehyun however, stood there with his big eyes wide eyes. He didn't think you were actually tired, he was just messing around still feeling like he could stay up for the rest of the night. He expected you to feel the same because of the amount of coffee and caffeinated tea the both of you tried throughout the day, but that wasn't actually the case.

He took a step closer to you, "I'm sorry baby, I was only teasing. I didn't actually think you were actually tried. We just drank so much caffeine I thought we would both be up all night." He apologized as he started to take his jacket off.

"It's fine babe, I know when your only joking... Wait what are you doing?"

"Giving you my jacket, duh. You look cold too. Are you not?" He said with a small smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. He knew he was right.

Throwing the jacket over your shoulders, he helped your arms into the big sleeves. Finishing the romantic gesture with a soft kiss to your forehead.

You held the jacket collar close to your face, taking in his sent that lingered on the clothing. You also liked how it was still warm from his own body heat.

"Come on, hop on." He said with a smile while he turned around and bent his knees a little.

"W- what are you doing?" You asked him, eyes looking at the pedestrians around to see if anyone noticed Terry making a fool of himself. However, none of them seem to pay attention either of you. Massive relief on your end.

"Hurry up and get on my back, I don't have all day darling." Taehyun teased yet again with a wink.

"Oh- okay, I'm hurrying. Jeez." You shoot back gently, placing your hands

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you hoisted herself up With the last of your strength for the day. He of course picked you up with ease, his arms circling under your legs, and started walking back home right away.

He doesn't basically live at the gym everyday for that strength to NOT be put to use.

You sighed contentedly with your arms lazily draped over his broad shoulders and your face buried into the crook of his neck.

"Better?" He asked quietly.

Your nose tickling his neck perfectly made him fell all soft inside. Just knowing that you felt comfortable and trusted him enough meant everything.

"Much better. Thank you Hyunnie ." You mumbled, nuzzling even further into his skin. (If that was even possible at this point)

He smiled at the adorable nickname, "Anything for you my love."

Your heart never felt more at peace as your body gave way to the demanding sleep. Finally laying your eyes to rest.

"I love you." He whispered under his breath, not caring if you actually heard him or not.

Deep down inside he just needed to get those three words off his chest and say them out loud. He couldn't be happier as his eyes caught sight of the pink sky's once again. Taehyun wished he could stay in this moment forever.

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elodieballard · 2 years

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because you love her.

jace wayland x fem reader

summary: basically u have no clue how ur love life with jace is going

warnings: clueless clary, lashing out, a little bit of obsession??? jace is a little bit of an idiot (not rude, just ignorant) super off plot of tmi with like one scene you’d know, dorothea is like COMPLETELY ooc (out of character) ooc hodge, slightly ooc clary

i know it sounds boring but i’m just lazy to put anything so lol

also pls excuse the terrible pov pronouns im trying to use second person instead of first for this fic so yeah

AND my only knowledge of tmi is the movie so be kind 🤗🤗

you turn another page in your book, daydreaming as your eyes stare at the words on the pages.

jace. jace, jace, jace, jace.

it was all jace, the only thing that clouded your mind. you found it hard to tear yourself away from the thought of him when you imagined what his lips would feel like. would taste like.

it’s been some time now, the amount of time you’ve been in love with jace. i mean, how couldn’t you? he is an angel—and lord you hate to remember how that was actually literal—but he’s kind behind all of his sarcasm.

he’s really attractive. hot. handsome. pretty, even.

scratch that, he’s more than pretty. he is gorgeous.

when you think about rain, you think about jace. you’ve always loved rain, so the two correlate.

reading, too. reading is always a fun and calming thing to do, even if you’re teased for it.

it’s not very common for shadowhunters or demon hunters to be so soft, at least that’s what jace thought.

until he met you. he likes your softness. he liked a little too much, even. he likes that you don’t wear an overly amount of makeup like izzy does.

he likes that you’re comfortable with your own beauty. sure, he knows you aren’t confident, which he doesn’t understand.

he loved all of things before clary came. to you, he was okay with those things. he didn’t care about the reading or the makeup, that’s why he didn’t tease you for it.

but when clary came, things changed. you noticed jace didn’t care much to defend you against alec’s smart comments about reading, and he didn’t even protest when izzy suggested giving you a makeover when it was time to go to magnus’ party.

yesterday, you blinked harshly as izzy’s hair curler left a section in your hair. you were deep in thought as izzy styles your hair, smiling as she brushed some hair out of your face.

“what’s gotten you so worked up?” she said in a tone one talks in after laughing. anyone else would suppose she was being sarcastic, teasing you, even. clary probably would. but you knew izzy for your entire life to know how to read in between the lines.

“i just wish i wasn’t here.” you mumbled, looking to the side.

“with me?” she scrunched your hair a little bit, giving it volume.

“no, i’d love to be in here talking to you about the party and if there would be any cute boys there or even the fucking escape route we’ll have to use once we crash the whole thing.” your voice was getting louder by the moment and izzy knew something was up.

“if you’re worried about miss googly eyed carrie or whatever her name is, i assure you she’ll only be here for a little bit.”

“i’m worried about her, yeah, but not in the way you assume i am.” you mumbled.

“i don’t know why you’d be worried, she’s not going to take your spot in hodge’s eyes.”

as izzy reached for the brush, you crack a smile. you were always hodge’s favorite, so, no, you’d never be worried about it.

“what do you mean ‘googly eyed’?” you asked curiously, pinching yourself in the wrist as you asked the question in regret.

“you didn’t see it? she’s like, totally in love with jace,” izzy smiled and grabbed the curler.

your heart drops to your feet.

“jace seems to like her, too. he’s worried about her all the time, he’s the one who brought her here… it’s love at first sight if you ask me. dontcha think?”

you swallowed. you wanted to cover your ears and scream until izzy shut up, but you couldn’t. “yeah, i do.” you tried to hide the shakiness in your voice.

“they’d be cute together. especially with the height difference. i don’t know if you got a good look at her, but she’s your height. short-”

you tried not to roll your eyes.

izzy sighed before continuing. “and it’s a power couple. she seems innocent. not much like a badass. but we both know jace, on the other hand.”

you forced a laugh. “yeah.”

“now that i think about it, you and clary are similar. really similar, actually. you guys would get along.”

you bit your lip. in this moment, you wanted to tell izzy all about your love for jace, but it wasn’t worth it. there was no point. you swallowed. “maybe, yeah.”

izzy finished with your hair and moved on to makeup. later, you found yourself wearing an extremely short dress and thigh high boots. you had to walk to the party and you walked alongside jace, it was the one time he wasn’t all over clary that day and you just wanted to hear his laugh and to laugh at his jokes.

but now, today, the pages of your favorite book tickles at your fingertips as you stare at the worlds sputtered along them, your brain not registering a simple thing.

“that book must not be very interesting.” you hear from behind you, scaring you out of your daydream.

“jace!” you exclaim.

“really? is that me?” he jokes sarcastically.

you giggle and playfully slap him in the shoulder. “shut up.”

“what book is it?”

“never mind the book, what are you doing in here?”

the blonde lets out a breath, flopping onto your bed. “boredddd.”

you’re taken aback at this. calmly as you can, you say your response carefully so it’s not sarcastic. “where’s clary?”

“what does clary have to do with my boredom?”

you almost laugh at this. “nothing, you’ve just been all over her yesterday and this morning, i thought you guys would be in a closet making out or something.”

jace’s expression drops as he feels his heart stop. his breath hitched. “why are you being like that?”

you close your book. “like what?”

“look, just because i have a heart-”

you immediately lunge forward and feel his chest area where his heart is. you try to pretend that it isn’t beating crazily fast at the distance between the two of your faces.

“not there.”

jace can’t hide his laugh. “yeah, okay. well, just because i have a heart and want to help someone out, doesn’t mean i’m in love with them! and anyway, why is it such a big deal if i were in love with her?”

“is that you admitting that you do?”

“no! answer my fucking question!” he demands.

you swallow, feeling defeated. “it’s not that. she’s taking up all of your time and i literally don’t get to see you anymore.”

you walk to your bookshelf and put your book in. keeping your cool was getting harder and harder by the moment.

“well i’m offering now?” he says, but it sounds like he’s questioning it.

“and then? what about tomorrow?” you put your hair behind your ear, reaching for a gold ring.

“what’s that?” jace gets off of your bed and points to the ring.

“remember when we were kids and you gave me a promise ring that one day we’d get married?” your voice cracks as you place the ring on your finger. “it was sweet at first, but…”

as you pull the ring off your finger, jace is quick to push it back on.

you feel the heat in your cheeks rising, going crazy. you swallow and look into his eyes.

he sighs, removing his hands from yours. “get ready, we’ll leave in a bit. and if you’re so obsessed with clary, i’ll ask her to come. you guys will get along.”

he walks out of the room leaving you blushing and confused.

~ clary is all over you, she thinks you’re the coolest person to ever exist.

“your hair looks really pretty, too.” she says, brushing her fingers through it.

“thanks, izzy curled it last night.” you try to hide the annoyance in your voice.

the cab car was extremely hot. the driver had a passenger in the front seat, so the three of you—jace, clary, you— had undid your appearance runes and you were basically hitch hiking without the driver or the passenger knowing.

jace to the left of you and clary to the right.

if you were being honest, you didn’t want to be sitting next to him after what happened earlier. was he trying to say that he still wanted to marry you after all the years?

“oh, please, stop fighting over me, girls!” jace jokes sarcastically. clary cracks up, but for once, you don’t laugh at his joke. he notices this and raises an eyebrow.

“so, clary, where’s your mundane friend?” you ask curiously, starting to think you were wrong about her at first.

“oh, he’s with izzy. she said she’ll take care of him while we go out.” clary looks out the window, admiring the city.

“right.” you turn to your left to find that jace was already staring at you, his gaze low at the hem of your dress.

you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like the way you looked and felt in the dress and makeup you wore yesterday. you decided that before you headed back to the institute, you and izzy could go shopping. you found a ton of short dresses you bought without even trying on, of course.

“what’s up?” you say, staring at jace, his eyes dancing along the hem.

he shoot’s his head up, caught in the act. you smile to yourself. “you’re wearing makeup, aren’t you?”

you bite back a grin. “izzy gave me a bit, she said it looked pretty on me.”

jace doesn’t seem amused. “i think you look better without it.”

you don’t know if that’s a compliment, but you find yourself with a stupid grin plastered on your face as you watch the scenery outside of clary’s window.

“where are we going, by the way?” clary whispers.

“shit.” jace gasps as he grabs your hand, making you instinctively grab clary’s. he opens the door on his side and the driver stops the car, going to see why the door opened and you start running.

you and clary are cracking up at how concentrated jace is as he turns the corner.

“where are we going?!?” you repeat clary’s question from earlier as you start going down a hill.

“hodge used to take us there,” he turns to face you, who has no clue where he plans on going. you raise an eyebrow with crossed arms. “don’t start with the ‘oh, he used to take us everywhere!’ shit, we went a few times every week.”

you smile. you never realized how much of a father hodge acted as, your parents had died in a battle against vampires, and jace’s parents— no one really knew much about.

“i don’t know!” you squeal.

jace squeezes your hand a little tighter and angrily pushes past a crowd of people who jump at the feeling of being pushed but nothing to be pushed by. after blushing over this, you turn to clary who shrugs at jace’s random anger.

“are we going to see dorothea?” you gasp when you realize and jace giggles.

“dorothea?” clary asks, a little alarmed. “that’s my neighbor!”

“you live next to dorothea?” jace asks after turning around to face clary.

you see tension. you can practically feel it. it makes you sick to your stomach. clary’s going to take this moment to bond with jace, when you and him have been coming here since you were little.

“s-she’s— yes.” clary struggles, looking down at her feet.

“she’s yes?” jace laughs at her own joke. you force a laugh to get out of the rearview.

“i knew i recognized this street,” clary whispers to you as you turn the corner.

“okay.” you don’t even want to talk to her anymore. sure, it wasn’t her fault that she lives next to dorothea, but it was almost completely obvious she got nervous when jace got a little too close to her. you clear your throat. “jace, we’re here.”

jace was staring at the ground and he picks his head up without saying anything and turns back to you and clary.

“have you got a key?” he asks clary.

clary is still bright red as she nods, but she puts her hand under the mat on the porch and puts it through the keyhole.

“after you.” jace smiles brightly as he opens the door for you and clary.

you go in before her, jace takes notice to how you cut her off to get in front.

once the three of you are inside, you start to look around. it’s like a regular apartment building, budget was probably sixty thousand on the minimum interior decorating.

jace walks over to the first door on the first floor and knocks.

“shoo, put my mail at the door of my door!” you hear from inside. you look at jace and smile, who smiles back. this gives you major butterflies.

jace knocks again.

“disobeying bastards!” you hear dorothea yell from inside before the door opens and you get a clear view of her. she didn’t age, she was already really old. she looked the same.

“oh my lord!” she exclaims before extending her arms to jace and pulling him in a hug. jace doesn’t really appreciate physical touch that isn’t formed by him, but he accepts it because it’s dorothea. “jace, boy, you’ve gotten so big!”

she turns to you and extends her arms. “and hello, y/n… you’re still small and fragile…”

she chuckles to herself, but you can’t help but feel a little offended.

jace knows how you feel about this, so he rubs your back comfortingly.

“and clary…” she looks at her unamused and then opens the door completely so you all can walk in.

her place has remained the same over the years. not a single book, even, has moved.

you linger closer to jace as you tour her one-bedroom which seems to make him uncomfortable. like you’re following him.

dorothea smiles as she takes a seat at her table. “jace, y/n, come sit.”

you and jace look at each other. then you follow him to the table she’s sitting at as clary explores the room.

“oh, i can’t believe how long it’s been…” she says, looking teary eyed.

“twelve years.” you say, trying not to make it obvious you’re uncomfortable. the situation is awkward.

dorothea stares at you blankly. “you look so beautiful, dear.”

“uh, thanks… izzy let me borrow some makeup.”

if you were being honest, jace looked pissed. it was stupid he thought he could control how you lived.

“she still looks beautiful without it.” he says, facing dorothea. he doesn’t even shoot a second glance towards you.

your cheeks grow red rapidly, and you try not to smile. “thanks.”

jace crosses his arms.

dorothea smiles wildly at the two of you. “you two still plan on getting married? you’re together, right?”

you and jace look at each other and clary stops. she wants to see what he says.

then jace’s gaze moves to your ring and you feel like you’re about to explode.

jace then turns to dorothea. “maybe. i don’t know.”

you look to the side and jace doesn’t shoot a second glance to you.

is that why he gave you the ring? he still wants to marry you? like he did as a little boy?

“that’s wonderful, your babies would be beautiful you know?” dorothea clasps her hands and stands up. “well unfortunately you came at a bad time. i was just getting ready for bed, but don’t let that stop you. feel free to loiter, i suppose. i really did miss you children. and it was nice to see you, clary.”

she really doesn’t care about clary though, which makes you feel happy for some reason. like you won.

“y/n, you sure you don’t want to go home and go to bed?” jace asks with a smirk.

“shut up, jace. you never used to tease me about that. you always defended me for it.” you don’t know why you said it, but once it was out of your mouth, you felt you spoke the truth. you just wish it wasn’t in front of dorothea.

“i’m just joking,” jace laughs and clary is cracking up from beside you.

you have to finish what you started. “joking? but isn’t that what alec and izzy did? hell, even magnus!”

dorothea realized she wasn’t welcome in this argument and had made her way to the other room for bed. you shoot a glance at jace that says ‘bring this outside’ but not in a friendly manner.

jace grabs your hand and rushes you outside, leaving clary standing there, confused.

“you NEED to stop, okay?” jace spits, holding you by the shoulders.

“i’m sorry, are you angry i’m finally standing up to you and your obsession with clary?” as you said this, you kept getting up in his face. this didn’t please him in the slightest. he didn’t want to want to kiss you ask you SCREAMED at him.

“stand up for yourself some other fucking time! right now, we just came to see dorothea— i just BROUGHT you to see dorothea and you’re being an ungrateful fucking brat, you know that?”

you shouldn’t. you shouldn’t be blushing at his words. they’re not coming out in the sense you would blush at them, so why are you?

“jace..” you feel every wall within you fall. every hope and dream is shattered. “i’m done waiting for you.”

“waiting for me? waiting for me to do what?” his tone immediately dropped asks he felt his heart shatter.

your gaze is followed by jace’s when you look down at your hand and slowly slip the promise ring off of your finger. “i’m done waiting.”

you try to walk away, so he doesn’t see you cry, but he grabs you. he pulls you back in front of him and immediately attaches his lips to yours. you melt into the kiss as soon as he does it, your hands going around his neck while his travel to your waist. it was perfect. this was perfect.

after a good long moment, you come up for air, the first to pull away. you entangle your fingers in his hair and push your forehead onto his. “jace… you can’t.”

another part in jace shatters, but he doesn’t know what it is. “i can’t? i can’t what?”

you can’t help but look at his lips. pink already, and you’d only kissed for a good twenty seconds. you wonder if yours are like that. “we can’t do this. us.”

“what? why not?”

“because you love her.” you look towards the house, to dorothea’s room where clary was watching you through the window.

he chuckles and kisses you on the lips again, this time for longer. when he pulls away, he cups your face with his hand. “just you. only you. always you.”

which makes your heart explode. that was something you said to each other all the time as kids, and you can’t believe he remembered it.

“i’ve always loved you, y/n. did you think my promise ring was some kind of joke?”

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feariteriu · 1 year

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𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 | one

Series MasterList — Miles Morales x Reader

Thursday, November 3rd, 2019

important note: y/n was originally black (seeing as i’m black) but i changed it so everyone could read the story

"𝗠𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿."

Is a quote I've heard one too many times in my life time but never could sympathize with. Most people don't want to kill.

They want to be good.

The thing is, until the time comes, you have no idea what you might kill for. Family. Money. Power.

Love.

You never know what could happen, what will change your entire perspective. You never know what kind of person you could become.

I never thought I'd be one of those people.

So how did I end up here?

▂︎▂︎▂︎▂︎

"𝙐𝙂𝙃, 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝙄𝙏?"

Waking up that morning the sun's rays shine down on you pulling you from your deep sleep. Turning to your blaring alarm clock you groan into your hands.

"Holy fuck I'm tired."

Tapping snooze you roll on your back and just stare at the dark ceiling above you contemplating every decision in your life and wondering how you got here.

Was it worth it. Could you risk it all and skip your first day? You could say you were sick, that you weren't feeling well. Your period?

Who were you kidding none of that would work. You would have to be bleeding out on the floor about to take your last breath for your mother to let you skip school, let alone, your first day.

Your fogged thoughts washed away once the reality of today hits you. It was your first day going to that new school with Miles. A school that you weren't all that excited about going to. Very obvious right?

Not that you didn't want to see Miles of course you did, when didn't you. It was the school you were worried about a new place you had to navigate and learn, sounded like so much work.

Too much work.

You wouldn't call yourself a lazy person but lazy people always denied what they truly were, lazy. Rolling back over towards your nightstand you grab your phone and check the time, 5:45 am read in bold white lettering.

You hated getting up so early in the morning. But you got up at this time to ensure you had time to get ready for school. Miles was on your ass all week about making a good impression on those fucks at that new school. Like any of that mattered. It didn't, it doesn't matter.

You could hear the words he said to you just yesterday.

'Y/n new school, new rules! We gotta be cool!'

'How you bout to say that and expect us to be cool?'

Who cares about what people think half of those guys are going to be future gas station attendants. The whole popularity thing was just pathetic and sad. You're so glad you outgrew that phase in your life.

But let's not think about that now.

Let's think about all the stuff you have to do just for school. Shower, brush your teeth, wash your face, do your hair and you didn't have to worry about picking clothes out seeing as you wore the same uniform every day.

Something you were totally excited about.

This school just got worse and worse with every thought.

Checking the time you see that you're cutting it close. You promised Miles you would meet him at his house before school so you could walk there together.

He wanted you there for him on his first day. He would never admit it to you, or himself, but he was scared, no. Terrified to go to a new school and the only thing that eased his mind was you by his side. Just the thought of seeing him made you smile a cheesy grin like you were some Disney channel character, damn you loved him. I mean you're losing sleep time for him that should say a lot.

Pulling your still-asleep body from your warm bed phone in hand you head to the bathroom.

"Another day another slay..."

"Miles."

A distant voice said his name it could be heard from the boy's bedroom door but he was too busy listening to his favorite song sunflower.

"Needless to say I uhh, she was bad bad, ouuuu ouu somethings you just can't confuse. She wanna ride me like a cruise, and I'm not tryna lose aye-aye!"

She couldn't help but smile looking at the boy jamming out in the chair, art supplies piled up on his small desk. He's been singing this song for two weeks and he still can't get it right.

He embarrassingly messed up another line and it's then the girl decides she's heard enough.

Y/N walks into the room and takes it all in, it was a mess but that's just Miles for ya. If she didn't tell him to hurry up they would be late for school. It's not like it would be the first time but it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Miles," The girl called out to him, no response. It's not like she expected one he was in the zone. Looking over his shoulder she saw what had his attention, he was working on a new piece in his art book coloring away with vibrant loud colors.

His work was always so great. She never understood why he never believed in himself. He's great, why can't he see it too?

Y/N knew calling his name repeatedly wouldn't work so, she tried a different approach.

Walking up peering over him she moves one of the speakers off his ear, and whispers, "Miles~" That one action got him out of his seat and onto his feet. She couldn't stop the laughter that followed and once she saw the blush on his cheeks it just intensified.

"Y-Y/N!?"

How much did she hear? What did she see? WHY DID HE NEVER LOCK HIS DOOR? He should know better. Miles's mind instantly goes to the incident of last year. Y/n walking in on him and her scream was still fresh on his mind.

His body cringed in remembrance.

"You couldn't hear me the first time I said your name so don't look at me like that," You said with more rising laughter. Clasping your hands together you rolled on the balls of your feet, a feverish grin on your cheeks.

The boy stared at you, red in the face. Did you really hear all of that? He was never living that down. Especially the singing god knows how bad he sounded and he wasn't even singing the lyrics right. And that was a fact he would admit to no one but himself.

You see, here's the thing. Miles has had a thing for you since you were kids. It started with the I'm going to marry you when we're older to, wow Y/n looks really good with those fresh braids.

He slowly started to notice the little details about you. Like how your nose scrunches and your brows fro when you see something you dislike, or how your voice gets louder and louder when you tell a story that makes you excited.

The shine your eyes would get when you eat your favorite food. The sass you give when someone says something you disagree with.

The way your eyes glimmer and your entire face lights up when you speak about the things you love. You have so much passion and excitement flowing out of you and he has no other words for it but beautiful, just beautiful.

It was the little things. And he loved them.

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna finish packing your bag? You're gonna make us late on our first day."

Your hard voice rips him from his thoughts. He looks over to his suitcase. Then back at you, like it would magically pack itself. And you knew he hated that school but there was nothing you could do to help him with that fact.

He can't just skip school, you know? Have you met his parents?

"Do I have to?"

You frowned, "Was that a serious question?"

Groaning in annoyance he makes his way over to his bed and starts packing. Slowly, he took his time without a care in the world about being late or early.

You sat back on his bed legs dangling down swinging back in forth as you watched him. You soon without even realizing start looking at his face smiling softly.

"Y'know, I don't get it. You told me to be here bright and early so we can be there on time and you're not even dressed yet."

Miles's eyes find yours, "What's wrong with your face?" He said that instead of letting himself notice the way your smile makes him feel. Ignoring what you said entirely opting for some witty banter.

"What do you mean?"

"You're smiling like a lunatic."

Your mouth falls open, "Shut up! Just pack!" Pulling out your phone you turn away from him muttering insults under your breath annoyed now, he goes back to packing chuckling at the reaction he got out of you.

Whenever you get embarrassed it was rare but he would take his wins when he could because they were like a once-in-a-blue-moon event he just could never miss.

And then he heard the one voice that never fails to make his blood chill. He hears his dad's voice down the hall.

"MILES?!"

"YEAH?" He choked out scared.

You smirked. As he should be.

"ARE YOU FINISHED PACKING FOR SCHOOL!?"

His panicked eyes find yours and you give him a 'don't look at me look' putting your hands up in defense, "Yeah ... ?" He squeaked out and raced to fill his suitcase he didn't even try to sound convincing. When it came to Mr. Jefferson you could make Miles do anything, that man was scary.

You just sat back and watched him, a dopey grin on your lips you couldn't help but shake your head and let out a small laugh watching the boy trip over the messy things in his room that he never cares to clean.

And every time you see the poor boy he's stressing over something never on time for anything. He got enmeshed in his head and ran over to his uniform, on the floor discarded without care.

He always got caught up in something, like he was in his own little world.

And it's too late when he pulls his shirt over his head and his pants down his legs.

Yes, you were unsettled, yet all you could do was watch as he dressed in his school clothes it wasn't the first time he undressed in front of you, you've known this boy since he was getting potty trained.

Ya'll used to take baths together. A little skin wasn't going to scare you. I mean it's all good as long as he doesn't pull his draws off and starts swinging his dick around like a barbarian.

It wasn't until he tripped over his shoes reaching for his phone that he noticed you were still present in his room.

"Y/N???"

"Yeah?" You said out casually looking down at your nails in false thought. Your other arm crossed over your chest, "Hm, I need to get my nails redone..." You started playing into the joke muttering nail colors and the style you wanted under your breath.

"I want to get my nails done in an oval shape but like what color? I was thinking of getting the Hailey Bieber nails, what'd you think?"

He gestures to his closed door, wide eyes in disbelief why the hell were you just sitting there talking about your nails with him?? You look over to his door still not seeing the problem, well you did but he didn't need to know that.

"What." You gave him a poker face, really good at masking your emotions. On the outside you looked unbothered but on the inside, your laughter was about to burst like a broken dam.

"Y/N I'm half-naked," Miles says eyes wide.

What was happening?

You lean forward propping your head on your hand a smirk skillful making its way on your face. "Oh, that? Are you embarrassed or something?" You say teasing the boy. Not caring at all about him being shirtless you push him further testing his limits.

You couldn't help it, you loved teasing him you knew what it did to him. The sweaty palms, stuttering in his sentences it was so cute to watch him fumble and fall apart. And it was so easy to accomplish.

His mouth opened than closed. Like a gaping fish, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. You were going to be the death of him one day, truly.

Were you being serious right now?

You both sat there for a bit, both unmoving until the situation wasn't fun anymore. You rolled your eyes with a loud groan sitting up your long hair falls over your shoulders, it frames your face just right. "Okay, Okay. Fine, I'm not looking. You're no fun." You fake a pout and turn from Miles all you can hear is the large sigh he released once your eyes were out of his sight.

Peaking your eyes open you're faced with his back and you can hear his breathing becoming erratic, he was nervous. But why? Was it really that bad for him? "You okay?" You asked anyways even though you knew he would be fine.

"YUP." He wasn't. His best friend, his crush just watched him undress, how could he be okay?? But then the best friend aspect outweighed the crush part and he was gonna get you back.

Somehow...

He hurried and finished dressing, pulling his blazer over his curly locs he rushes for his book back shoving one last book in it, and opening his door, not before turning back to you and telling you he was ready to go.

"Come on dumbass let's go."

You smack his shoulder in response on your way out. Yeah right. You were the dumbass. Boy quit playing.

It was hectic.

Everyone was running around the house looking for something or doing something, his mother was working on a soup that Miles desperately wanted to get a taste of. He couldn't because he didn't have the time because he was so caught up in his art.

And he has only himself to blame.

His father looked like he was running late as well but when wasn't he?

Your eyes found Miles rushing around the room, "Where's my laptop? Have you seen my laptop??" You look over at his laptop shaking your head. Disappointed but not surprised.

"If you want me to drive you we have to leave now."

It seemed like the whole family was late for something but then again when weren't they? The Morales household was always crazy if it were to be calm one day that would be a red flag in your eyes.

And you? Where did you fit in all this? Well, for now, you sat back and watched it unfold. You went to the same school as Miles since a week ago the school wasn't what you expected a large capacity was "gifted" which you couldn't say for your old school.

"No, no, no dad I'll walk."

"Personal chauffeur going once!"

"Miles! You gotta go!"

"In a minute!"

"Miles!"

"In a min-mmm-ute!" He just had to have some of that soup. You drown the voices out and your attention found your phone. Checking the time with a roll of your eyes. Answering a few text messages your eyes start to lull as sleep starts to settle in.

A small yawn slipped past your lips and suddenly everyone's eyes were on you. Like hawks. You were sat by the window in your favorite green chair that Miles's parents owned, one leg over the other phone in hand, book bag on the floor.

You smile at everyone in the room and give them a small wave all their eyes were on you at the moment and the silence was getting suffocating.

"See, Miles why can't you be ready on time like Y/m over here? You always have the poor girl waiting."

You shake your head in protest claiming not to be bothered by it when in actuality you kinda were. Had to keep up the nice girl act with his parents y'know?

You wished one day that this boy would be ready and out the door so you weren't the last in class almost every day.

It's had gotten to a point where your first-period teacher didn't even mark you absent because she knew how late you were, like a routine. And because she didn't have a stick up her ass she never marked you absent unless you truly were.

"It's fine Ms. Rio, I don't even get marked absent anymore." You said with a cheeky grin and a fake innocence to your voice just to piss Miles off more. Eyes shifting to his to rub it in his face.

"Whatever," Miles says with an eye roll.

You just stick your tongue out at him un-phased.

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Features humiliation & secret fattening

"Huh", you think. Those pants didn't seem that tight yesterday... This was the third time in half a year you would need to go out and get new clothes. Somehow you couldn't stop outgrowing them. Ever since you met your boyfriend you had seemed to pack on the weight alarming quickly. At first you thought it was just new relationship honeymoon weight. You know, eating a bit more and a bit more unhealthy because you were in a good place. But then when you grew two whole dress sizes you became concerned. It wouldn't do, not if you wanted to keep your amazing new boyfriend. So you decided to slim down, eat less. Except it didn't work. You kept growing. You decided to enlist the help of your boyfriend to help you lose the weight. That didn't work either, even his weight loss shakes had no effect. You were hopeful that your new weight was mostly unnoticeable, after all you were kind of chubby to start with, and your new curves were spread between your tummy and arse, which could mostly be hidden with the right clothes. So you hid your growth as much as you could, and you started to think that it was all in your head, that you hadn't actually grown that much, and that you weren't all that fat.

Except, that's when the teasing started. Your boyfriend had totally noticed. He would 'make comments about your gain, saying things like "Looking like your getting a bit thick there babe," as he put his hand on your bum, or "Are you sure you need to eat all that hun?" You were mortified. If he was saying these things out loud then what were other people thinking?? And you had been out in public like this! Thankfully your boyfriend was never truly mean about it, more playful and light-hearted. Although you felt embarrassed to be seen and have comments made about how you were getting bigger and fatter, you strangely felt yourself biting your lip at the same time...

In fact, the bigger you got the more fun your boyfriend seemed to have with you in bed. Squishing and rubbing your softer, doughier tummy as you fucked. Digging his hands into your fatter arse and wider hips as he took you from behind. You wobbled each time you were pounded, reminded of your ballooning soft flesh with every thrust, embarrassed and excited to feel your belly oscillate back and forth, embarrassingly close to the bed as your boyfriend's dick slammed between your plump pussy fat. You were so thankful that he liked you this way, you wern't sure that many other people would've.

And now you were moving up a size again. Your cheeks reddened, blushing. Maybe... maybe you actually liked it? Not that you would ever tell him... if he knew that you were losing the motivation to change he might leave you, and how could you ever find someone else that wanted you like this? So you kept quiet about it, wondering how things would progress from here...

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Urgh. When did you become so fat! The months had gone by and you had continued to grow inch by squishy inch. By now you were too fat and too lazy to really want to change anyway. You were so ashamed of how big and ugly you had become you found it hard to leave the house, to be seen in public. But your boyfriend seemed to find you more attractive than ever! You loved how turned on he became when he played with your fat and still secretly loved how much he teased you for it. He had given up on helping you lose weight, and constantly reminded you of how big and how unattractive you were getting to everyone but him. Just last night you were supposed to meet some friends out at a restaurant for dinner, but when you came downstairs he took one look at you and said, "Oh my goodness hun, look at you. You can't go out to dinner looking like that, you're bursting out of your dress, what will people think." Much to your pleasure, he had gotten more mean with his teasing as your size increased. "Lucky I think you're beautiful no matter how fat and gross you look to everyone else. Here, sit down and I'll make you some pasta instead, that'll cheer you up. And you won't have to worry about everyone staring at the amount of food you gobble down." You flushed with embarrassment. And arousal... hoping it didn't show. Every time you got told how much of a fat blob you were, you thought of how sexy you and your boyfriend both found your obese body and you got so turned on, making you want to stuff your face even more.

Thinking back to that conversation, you wondered, did people really notice how much you ate? Sure, now that you were a bit bigger your appetite had increased, but it wasn't that much was it? You supposed you hadn't really taken notice that the amount of food your boyfriend brought you had slowly increased to match your appetite, to make sure you didn't ever go hungry. But it was now at the point where you were eating at least twice as much as you used to. It seemed like your appetite was always increasing these days, you were always hungry. And your self-control just wasn't up to it - you couldn't stop yourself eating. So you waddled, arse wobbling, over to the cupboard to raid it. Again. There in the back, past the chia seeds and other health foods, you saw it. The powder your boyfriend used to use to make your weight loss shakes with. Weight gain powder. Holy fuck. His shakes. He was making you fatter. Feeding you up. On purpose. You should have been angry, but instead you felt yourself flush, and actually become slick with excitement. He wanted you fat. Not just fat, but fatter than you were now, and that must mean he wanted you pretty damn obese.

The next day you confronted him. "I found the weight gain powder baby. I thought you were trying to help me lose weight!"

"I was at first..." he admitted, "But then I saw how much sexier and happier you were with a bit of chub on you"

"So you fattened me up"

"Yep. Tell me with a straight face that you don't love it..."

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. You couldn't say it. It was so true.

"I thought so," he said, "So here we are. You are a massively obese fatty, and we both like it that way."

"What if I don't let you fatten me up anymore? What if I diet and lose weight?""

"Don't be ridiculous babe, look how fucking fat you are. You couldn't possibly lose all that. And besides, I've brought out your true nature as a gluttonous pig, you can't change that now, your appetite is completely ruined, your self-control is wrecked."

You knew it was true. There was no turning back. You were so ashamed and turned on that you felt like ripping off your clothes and exposing your disgustingly fat body for him to fuck right then and there.

"So now you're mine," he stated, matter-of-factly. "And I want you fatter. No more pretending. You'll do what I say. Eat what I say. Got it?"

You knew that there would be no one else that would love you with a body like this. No one else that would indulge and support your gluttony like he did. You were trapped, you needed to keep your boyfriend. Well, if he wanted you fat, then damn it you would be fat for him. It made you so excited to think of how much he could make you eat, what size you would be grown to, and what else he might make you do to keep him.

It seemed like he had already thought of your first task. "Take your clothes off pig and wait on your hands and knees for me."

You went weak, but did as you were told. He had never called you a pig before. You loved it, it was perfect. His pig. Yes. You felt so humiliated presenting yourself like this, naked fat bulging and hanging off your body as you waited in the lounge room. So humiliated you actually felt yourself dripping with arousal.

After what seemed like an eternity your boyfriend returned with a huge chocolate mud cake and lovingly placed it on the floor down in front of you. Instantly, your mouth became as moist as your pussy. "Now baby, you're going to eat this all up like the greedy piggy you are, got it? Snort once if you want this."

You needed this. You needed him. And you were actually tremendously hungry, like always. So you snorted. You were sooo embarrassed. Now he had you snorting like an actual pig.

"Good piggy," he said, slapping you on your wide, cushioned arse. "Eat up."

So you leant forwards on hands and knees, and opened your mouth as wide as you could, taking that first sweet bite of fattening cake. As you ate he gave you encouragement.

"That's it my beautiful piggy"

With chocolate mud cake smeared all over your fat face you knew you must look exactly like the pig you were being called.

"Mmm eat up baby, grow for me"

As you ate he came around to your other end, and began to fuck you. While you were pounded, he started to tease you, making you moan around mouthfuls of cake.

"I'm going to make you so fucking deliciously fat and gross, no one else is even going to want to look at you."

Never had you been so turned on. Between the teasing, the eating, the fucking, fullness in your belly, the shame of what you were being made to do... you came. You came with a cock in your pussy and a mouth full of cake from the floor. Even as you came you ate, wanting to finish what was put in front of you.

"That's it... finish that cake like the greedy fat pig you are. Blow up even fatter for me baby, you're never going to be too big for me... I'll take care of you piggy, just eat and fuck me and eat some more, that's all you're good for."

And when you licked the last big crumb off the tray, he exploded in your pussy.

You knew now that this was your life. All you were good for. Your body became totally ruined, disgusting beyond belief for anyone but your boyfriend. To even think of being seen by anyone else was humiliating and arousing. Which is why you were made to post pictures and videos on the internet for everyone to see. Made to charge people to get off to how gross you were. You were eating as much as a family of four now, the food needed to keep you growing had to be paid for somehow.

And keep you growing he did. Your weight was totally in his hands now, as it had been really from when you first met. And he pushed you to get bigger, hard. You were never left without food within arms reach, and when he was home with you, you really felt it. Your stomach was stretched to its limits, constantly.

When you did especially well and pushed yourself extra hard to pile on the fat you were rewarded. Your distended aching belly would be lifted up to expose your massive fupa and a vibe placed over it before letting it flop back down, holding the vibe in place to send vibrations through your fat to your clit until you came over and over again, fat rippling as you shook in orgasm. This really brought the money in, spent straight away on even more food for your obese body. Your pussy became almost useless for pleasing your boyfriend. Even he didn't have the strength to hold your hefty gut up for long enough to eat you out or fuck you. And being on your hands and knees for any length of time became too taxing on your overburdened frame. So he took to fucking your fat. By now you had so many rolls and crevasses he could really fuck you anywhere. It turned you on so much to see your gross sacks of fat used this way, you were constantly horny, so you ate as much as you could, hoping to please him enough to earn another orgasm.You had become his personal slut pig, his plaything to tease and fatten up and use as he wanted. And you loved it.

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Carry On

Chapter 19

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3097

Warnings: Angst/Flangst, mentions of male masturbation, S*ut talk. Dealing with life after an injury, mentions of Body Dysmorphia.

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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Y/N would have thought that by now, not sleeping would have been something that she was quite used to, but as she sat alone in the kitchen of what was Dean’s childhood home…now her home…at somewhere around six in the morning, she wondered if she was possibly too tired and stressed to sleep, which only added to her mounting exhaustion.

She was tired, so very, very, very tired.

Not that she didn’t have reason to be. Hell, they made a move yesterday that would have taken a toll on anyone. They moved three hours away from the only physical home they had ever known, to move back into Dean’s childhood home that he wanted to restore, to start a life together. That was enough to exhaust anyone. Add in Dean’s recovery to the whole scenario, and well, that was a good recipe for exhaustion all by itself.

Dean had been so tired last night once he’d gotten out of his shower, he’d barely even eaten two whole slices of pizza before he was already falling asleep next to her.

In a way, she was thankful for it. She was afraid he’d have trouble sleeping here because of the memories of all the past trauma he’d been harboring his whole life concerning this place, but it was safe to say he was so tired that he was out for the night. The man barely moved; all night long, and had it not been for the steady rise and fall of his chest, she would have been worried that he was dead.

He was still sleeping soundly when she finally decided to wander downstairs and make herself some coffee.

This place was in impressive shape, all things considering, but it needed work, there was no denying that. Then again, she wondered if Dean was gonna wanna change much of it. If he was going to restore it to what he remembered, if he remembered enough to even do that, or if he was going to change everything all together.

But what felt like it needed more work than the house and the garage at that moment was herself and Dean.

Dean was getting stronger, she knew that, she could see that. But, the biggest problem was, she didn’t think that HE could see that. He felt weak. He felt like a failure. She was seriously starting to worry about whether or not he was getting stuck in his own head, and the whole feud with Sam wasn’t helping anyone.

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to regain control of the swirling thoughts, worries, and emotions that thundered through her mind. It was too early in the morning to be this stressed out. But here she was… killing it.

This is why she was already finding gray in the midst of her hair.

One thing she did know for certain, Dean and herself were not going anywhere or doing anything today other than just being lazy, and maybe a little light unpacking around the house. She wasn’t even going to let him get dressed if she could help it, and go down to the shop. The shop would be there after he rested some. He’d damn near overdone it yesterday, even though he wasn’t going to admit to her he was in pain, she could tell that he was last night when he’d crawled into bed next to her. She refused to let him set himself back just because he felt the need to push himself to the breaking point.

Forgoing the mostly cold coffee that sat on the table in front of her, Y/N decided to make her way back upstairs to check on Dean. She wanted to be there when he woke up anyway, just in case he was in a lot of pain. Watching him sleep was far better than being stuck in her own head down here all alone before the sun even broke the treeline.

If she was struggling with all of this change, surely he was too. Dean wasn’t a very open person, so getting him to admit it was going to be fun. If she did it wrong, she was afraid he’d shut her out like he did the night before, when he made the comment about her joining him in the shower.

It wasn’t that she was that desperate to have any sort of sexual encounter with him. It was more that she wanted him to gain the confidence back in his own body.

Would he be able to do things the way he always did them? Absolutely not. Did that matter to her? Fuck no.

But did it matter to him? …. Yes…. Yes it did.

She wanted him to understand, she loved him regardless of his handicap, or what he might be able to do or not do in bed. All that mattered to her was that he was still breathing. None of the other stuff was important -not really. But could she ever get that through to him?

Dean’s POV:

As soon as Dean started to wake up, he regretted that he had, and refused to open his eyes in hopes he’d drift back off to sleep.

He felt hungover, and he hadn’t drank a drop. It was most likely attributed to the fact that he’d taken an extra two pain pills when he was in the shower the night before, but in his defense, he was hurting pretty bad when he went to bed, and knew if he didn’t get it under control; he wasn’t going to sleep. He just didn’t expect to effectively knock himself the fuck out that easily. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that his tolerance was starting to drop like that. Normally it would have taken him a hell of a lot more than a few pain pills to fuck himself up. Since Y/N had been around, even through his injury, he hadn’t felt the need to dabble in alternative means of self-management.

He could feel Y/N stir in the bed next to him, and he knew that he needed to get it together; make himself wake up. The only problem was he was afraid to move. He could already feel the nagging nerve pain licking at his back, and his legs were aching, which wasn’t unusual. He always woke up with his body aching from laying in one position.

He hadn’t realized he was taking deep breaths to try and get a grip on it; until Y/N’s hand landed lightly on his chest, and he instinctively reached up to grab it.

“Are you in pain?” she questioned, and he nodded with his eyes squinched shut tight, and his teeth sinking into his lower lip to try and divert the pain away from his back. He knew it would do no good to lie to her right then, she’d probably been watching him for a while now.

“Let me go get you something for the pain,” she said, and as he felt the bed shift, before she could remove her hand from his chest; Dean’s hand gripped hers tighter, refusing to let her move.

“No,” he managed to say through gritted teeth as the pain ebbed and spiked again in a rhythmic pattern like it did most every morning. “I took more than I should have last night. It will pass, it’s just from me laying flat on my back all night. As soon as I can make myself sit up it will ease up a lot, just help me sit up.”

Y/N didn’t argue with him, she just moved from the bed, and for a moment, he was afraid he’d angered her, and she’d just walked out of the room on him, so he pried his eyes open and found her making her way around the bed to get beside him to help him sit up.

“You overdid it yesterday Dean,” she scolded him as she helped him to pull himself into a sitting position and propped his pillows up behind him so that he could relax more comfortably. He would have argued with her; but he didn’t think he had the grounds to, after admitting out loud he’d taken too much pain medication last night. “Today, we’re just gonna relax, the shop and the unpacking will be there tomorrow. I don’t want you to overdo it and set your recovery back again.”

“Okay, fine, we can have a lazy day, but you’re staying here with me. No unpacking, no dealing with anything, just… just stay here with me for a while… Okay?”

He knew he sounded pathetic, but honestly, he felt pretty fucking pathetic sitting there on the bed as she made her way back around to get onto her side of the bed again; he felt like nothing more than a useless lump of pain and regret.

“I can agree to that,” Y/N said with a reassuring smile.

He waited for Y/N to settle next to him on the bed before he reached for her, wanting at least some form of closeness to drive out the cold he seemed to feel all the time now as his eyes shifted around the room that was once his mom and dad’s, taking in every minute detail. He knew this adjustment was going to be a hard one, he just never realized how much harder he was going to face these things in the light of day, when the distractions of moving weren’t there to divert his thoughts.

Y/N’s POV:

Y/N waited until Dean was settled next to her before she pulled the covers back over the pair of them, and rested her head lightly against his shoulder; secretly monitoring his breathing to see that the steady rise and fall of his chest became smoother in motion, indicating the pain had indeed ebbed away some.

Y/N didn’t know if Dean knew it or not, but she’d noticed that he’d been having trouble getting around in the morning for some time now. She knew he was trying to hide it from her, and from what she could research, the fact that he was having this problem, considering his injuries, was normal. The thing that worried her was if he was trying to hide that, what else was he trying to hide?

A heaviness settled over the quiet room as off in the distance the sound of cars passing up and down the road as people started to wake up, get to work, and go about their day.

That was a sound neither of them were used to, the sound of cars moving around them as the neighborhood started to wake up all around them, and Dean’s brow furrowed as he tilted his head a little and listened. It was the sound of normalcy. The sound of a life that happened outside of the horror that they had lived in for so many years, and it was jarring.

“Dean?” Y/N prompted, causing him to clear his throat and press a kiss to the top of her head lightly.

“I’m okay,” he answered, “it’s just a lot to take in now that the dust has started to settle.”

He wasn’t wrong about that, and she had been dealing with that factor all morning.

“It’s like I keep waiting on the next catastrophic event to take place,” Y/N admitted, and Dean’s grip tightened around her as if he could protect her from her own head. “Like I’m waiting for the next shoe to drop out of nowhere, and for this all to come crumbling down around us again.”

“Me too,” Dean admitted, “But I refuse to live my life in fear of what might happen anymore. Jack said he’d be hands off, and he meant it. We are free, we won, there’s nothing bad gonna happen like that to us anymore. We’re gonna be okay.”

It seemed silly, but hearing that out of Dean’s mouth suddenly made it all feel just a little bit better. Like the floor wasn’t about to fall out from under her. She hadn’t realized it, but she really needed to hear him say it, that everything was gonna be okay. Which seemed so small in light of everything that Dean was probably dealing with that she didn’t even know about.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I'm sure that must seem so irrelevant when you break down and look at everything that you must be dealing with being back here, and uprooting your whole life.”

“I’m definitely dealing with my own ghosts,” Dean admitted, “but that’s all they are, ghosts from the past, and they don’t have power over me unless I let them. Still, that doesn’t mean that they haven’t reared their ugly heads since I moved in here with you last night. I mean, I still haven’t had the balls to even walk into Sam’s old room. What mom and dad had set up as the nursery.”

Y/N hadn’t either, she couldn’t work up the nerve to go in there, and honestly, she couldn’t blame him for not wanting to right now either. If she had her reservation about walking in there right away, and she had no active memory of what happened here, she was sure Dean had a lot more reason than she did.

“There’s no rush,” she told him, running her fingers up and over the expanse of his stomach to distract herself from her own nerves. “We’re here now, there’s no reason to push it. We have time.”

“What do you even remember?” Y/N questioned, “If you're okay talking about it anyway.”

Maybe she shouldn’t have asked him, but she was curious. She couldn’t help him deal with the ghosts if she didn’t know where they were coming from after all.

“Not much,” Dean admitted. “I remember the fire… the heat of it… and I remember carrying Sam out of the front door.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around him that much tighter, wanting to protect him all over again. Dean leaned forward and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

“I was very young, thankfully, I don’t remember the more haunting events that happened that night,” Dean voiced.

Y/N moved to sit up a little, and accidentally brushed her hand against his lap, and Dean jumped as if he’d been shot at. That stung. It wasn’t like she intentionally touched it there, it was an accident. But every time she even remotely got close to him in that way, even if it was unintentional, every wall the man had shot up, and he pulled away as if he was disgusted by her.

“Sorry,” Y/N murmured as she attempted to stand up from the bed altogether now, suddenly she wanted to put some distance between them. Almost like an act of self-preservation. To prevent him from hurting her, because if no one else had the power to hurt her with just an action or words alone, she was pretty sure Dean could. “I’ll go downstairs and get you some coffee and breakfast going, just lay up here and relax—”

“Stay?” Dean begged, grabbing her hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that, it was just a reflex. I swear.”

“Dean, you don’t have to lie on my account,” Y/N tried to give him a half-hearted smile. “Either way it was just an accident,” she continued as she moved from the bed towards the door. “I didn’t mean anything by it, and I’ve told you before I’m not trying to push you into something you’re not comfortable with. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable,” Dean continued with a grunt as he forced himself to stand up next to the bed, determined to follow her and not allow her to run from this conversation. “Please Y/N, stay here and talk to me.”

Y/N turned to stand in the doorway, and her hard features softened a great deal when she noticed that Dean was struggling to get himself to stand up straight; he was sore, no matter how much he’d tried to hide it from her, and she suddenly felt guilty for making him stand up when he didn’t really have to, so she moved to help him sit down on the bed.

“I don’t know how to talk about this,” Dean admitted, pinching his eyes closed as Y/N sat silently down on the bed next to him. She wasn’t going to force him to tell her anything, if he was going to open up to her, she wanted it to be on his terms.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you physically,” Dean admitted. “I mean, I do, God I do. I miss being able to be intimate with someone in that way. But I don’t physically know if I can no matter how bad I want to. I don’t want to initiate something that’s gonna blow up in my face, and I won’t be able to finish what I started. I don’t want to end up in pain because I moved wrong or whatever, and more than that, I don’t even know if I can keep or maintain an erection until completion, that’s the truth. I’m not avoiding you, or putting you off, it’s not you, it’s me.”

The weight that suddenly settled over the pair of them was almost suffocating. In all honesty, sex just wasn’t something that Dean had talked about at all since the accident. If he had, it was just brought up very briefly, and wasn’t expounded on in any way. She didn’t know it was something that was even crossing his mind, and she really didn’t know what to say to make him feel better.

“Dean, I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing you to do anything like that. I’ve told you before, that there’s no rush to jump into something you’re not ready for. If, big IF, for some reason you ever decide you're ready to try, then whatever the outcome, it’s not a bad thing if you have to stop, or aren’t physically there yet. It’s okay. There are other ways to be intimate with someone other than physically having sex with them. You know that.”

“I know, but that doesn’t make me feel any better, because I’m scared that if I drop the ball the first time, I’m never gonna be able to pick it up again.”

“Dean, even if you can’t do it the first time, you should know by now that if you work at something, and if you keep at it, then you will get there eventually. Hell, you’re doing a lot better than anyone ever expected you to be doing already! One failed attempt doesn’t mean that you will never be able to do whatever it is you’re trying to do, it just means that you can’t do it right now.”

Dean said nothing, he just continued to stare at his feet that were dangling off of the edge of the bed. She knew that this wasn’t easy for him to talk about, and she felt as if she was being no help to him at all, which only made her feel worse. What do you say to someone that’s dealing with this though? Is there even a ‘right’ thing to say?

“This is gonna be a very personal question, and you don’t have to answer it, okay?”

Dean made a grunting sound in response, but that’s about all she got out of him.

“Have you tried too… you know ge—”

“No,” Dean answered swiftly before she could even stutter out her question. “To be honest with you sweetheart, I’m pretty disgusted with myself most of the time. The thought hasn’t even crossed my mind to try it.”

There it was, what she had been seeing hints of since the accident. Body dysmorphia. She was almost SURE that’s what it was. Because he’d even stopped letting her help him get dressed in the morning, and he would throw a towel over the mirror when he was getting dressed at night for bed or whatever.

Physically, Dean looked the same as he did before the accident; save the beard and facial hair.

But to Dean, he wasn't the same. To Dean he was different, weak. To Dean he'd never be the man he once was. It disgusted him. Not only emotionally, but apparently physically. That shattered her.

"Dean," she tried to get him to look at her, but he didn't. "There is not one thing about you that is disgusting."

"Doesn't feel that way baby," Dean admitted.

"Dean, I'm gonna be transparent with you. Is that okay?"

Dean nodded, averting his gaze to anywhere in the room but her. He always did that when he was uncomfortable. She knew he was about to shut down on her.

"I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better, or take all the anxiety and hurt and anger away… but I don't. All I can do is tell you that no matter what you can or can't do. No matter if it never gets any better. I still love you Dean, and nothing's gonna change that."

Dean blinked as he looked at her stunned; eyes swimming with emotions. Still, she saw no hint of rejection there.

"When you're ready, we will try the physical aspects of things. But there's no rush."

Dean leaned his head on her shoulder, swallowing thickly.

"I love you too, " he whispers. "I can't survive losing you because of this."

Y/N placed her lips to his forehead, letting them linger there for a long moment.

"You're not gonna lose me Dean, we are gonna be okay, and you're gonna overcome this too, just like you fooled all of them and started walking on your own."

She believed that. She really did. She just wished he would too.

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Hey, Dev! So, this is the request I mentioned I'd like to make, so here I am.

Well, I had this idea on a particularly shitty day after two specific scenes came to my mind, so basically I thought about Matt and the reader both having a bad day and then they do some couple stuff to comfort each other, you know? Just a bit of domesticity, taking a bath together and taking care of each other, cooking together and that kind of sweet couple things...

But the two specific scenes I have in mind are one where Matt and the reader dance in the kitchen (nothing too grand, more like hugging from behind and starting to dance a bit clumsily while doing something else, maybe also singing some song softly in the ear... I sort of imagine the reader doing this with Matt, but you can adapt if you want to)

But the precursor scene of this whole idea is basically one where Matt and the reader are cuddled together on the couch and watching some old cartoons that Matt used to watch when he was kid, with the reader doing the audio description for him.

It's just a pretty silly idea that seems comfortable to read and that I feel would be lovely in your writing but for some reason has become something special to me...

PS: I imagined this as Matt x male reader (because I'm basically basing it on something I'd love to do, I'm sorry for that), but you can adapt and make a gn reader if you prefer, whatever you judge best... I appreciate it in advance! :)

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Matt tucked himself in bed next to you, a pained groan leaving his lips. He’d had a horrible day, both in and out of the office, and he’s taken… quite a beating when it came to his nightly activities. You reached out to him, only for him to take your hand and pull you to rest your head on his chest. It seemed like a good idea at the time, up until he hissed as you put your head in its rightful position.

“Sorry, love, forgot I bruised my ribs.” You shake your head at him, a sad smile on your face.

“It’s alright, how about we just sleep today off? Get a fresh start tomorrow, besides, it’s a weekend, we can spend all day together.”

“That sounds nice.” He says through a yawn.

He whimpers in his sleep, borderline cries are ripped from him as he tosses and turns, getting nothing but a turbulent night’s sleep.

-----

In the morning, you wake to the sound of a record playing and the smell of fresh coffee. You sit up against the headboard, rubbing at your eyes to shoo the sleep away, before slipping out of bed and joining Matt.

He must have been invested in whatever he was doing, because you were able to sneak up on him, wrapping your arms around him from behind and beginning to sway to the music. He jumps a little, immediately relaxing when you say his name in a sleepy voice.

“What are you doing up? You should be resting and healing.” You inquire.

“Got up early to meditate. I feel better already,” he says with a little laugh, “you ready for breakfast?”

“Let me freshen up, and then we can see what Chef Murdock has cooked up this fine Saturday morning.”

The two of you ate breakfast while laughing about everything that went wrong yesterday. Your problems spanned from getting a bunch of small paper cuts, to dropping an important file down the elevator shaft. You even got coffee spilled on your pants by your co-worker, and you didn’t have time to come home and change.

After washing and drying the dishes together and finally having the confidence that both of you are going to have a good day, Matt suggests a bath.

He settles in behind you, your back to his chest, and you immediately melt into his body under the warm water. He rubs at your shoulders, lazy kisses pressed against your bare skin and you sigh softly and sink even further into the water and into him, your eyes drooping closed.

“Sleepy?” He says, his voice groggy too.

“A little.”

“Then I propose a nap next.”

-----

Now, after sleeping beneath the sheets with each other in your arms, you two are on the couch sharing a blanket while you narrate your childhood cartoons to him. He smiles as laughs infiltrate your words, happy to hear you happy.

“I had a great day today.” You say, smiling at him during a commercial break.

“Yeah? So did I.” He leans over, kissing you soft and sweet. You settle back against him, narrating the cartoons in silly voices, feeling nothing but joy when they result in Matt’s laughs.

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