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here2bbtstrash · 1 year

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crybaby (explicit)

genre: all pwp all smut babeyyyyyy

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

word count: 4.3k

contains: explicit sexual content!!!!!! like that's the whole fic lmao 😵‍💫 established relationship, marathon sex, wrist restraints/bondage, cocky yet eager sub!jungkook 🥵, soft dom!reader but she can be a lil tough, clothed tit play, objectification, she calls him bunny which i think is cute 🥺, spitting, dick riding, unprotected sex, fingers in mouth, humping/grinding, jk has a nipple piercing 🙈, overstimulation/multiple orgasms - for both of them hehe, vibrator use, jungkook (and reader!) pushing himself to his limits bc..... he's jungkook, he cries 🥲, reader finds it hot 👀, a lottttt of sweat & cum lol, cum licking/eating, blowjob, maybe some subspace if you squint, winners never quit 💪, talk of coming dry at the end, jk is kind of a little shit lmaooooo - alright i think that's it 😩

A/N: not me barely managing to get this up before the ticket sales start 😅 happy hunger games to y'all who have codes!!! this fic is a birthday gift to my love, my angel, my cunning linguist @moni-logues 💜 HAPPY (yesterday) BIRTHDAY bb, can't wait to marry you on our first date, it is the joy of my life to build castles in the air with you~

and god bless jk for his lives the past few weeks bc they breathed so much life into this regular degular "sub!jk" fic idea. i'm v obsessed with his personality and the way he always pushes himself "just a little more", whether it's in staying up til 5 am singing karaoke on his couch or giving his absolute all in a workout. just so in love with our bunny tbh, so i hope you enjoy this spicy version of him too!! 🥰

read on AO3!

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You know your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

He stays up late even when he’s exhausted, likes to do his workouts to failure, could spend hours in a tattoo session with the needle pressed to his skin and his bones humming from the buzz. Always holding out for as long as he can, always wanting just a little bit more before he calls it quits, even when it’s hard, even when it hurts. Because he wants to test his limits.

And today, you want to test them, too.

That’s why you text him to meet you in the bedroom, let him find you in nothing but one of his oversized Carhartt shirts, kneeling up on the bed as you affix a pair of purple silk restraints to the headboard.

There’s the soft creak of the mattress from Jungkook’s added weight, and you feel the heat of him as he crowds you from behind, hands dragging up the curve of your hips and taking the hem of your borrowed shirt with it.

“This was the emergency, huh?” The low murmur of his voice is chased by the cool touch of his lip ring as he drags his mouth up the nape of your neck. A blossom of arousal starts to unfurl in your core. “Wanted to use these?”

“Yeah,” you answer, feigning nonchalance as you give the silk a firm tug to test that it holds. Satisfied, you let yourself sink back into Jungkook’s touch, dropping your head against his shoulder and smiling when he leans down to brush his lips over yours. He hums a soft little sound into your mouth.

You cup your hand to the nape of his neck when you pull away to finish the thought. “Thought we could try them on you.”

The words are seemingly all your boyfriend needs to hear; he drops down onto the mattress so hard that he bounces a little. You can’t help but laugh at the way he scrambles to strip out of his sweatshirt, like he’s being timed, then hurriedly centers himself on the pillows, eyes glinting dark with desire.

When you first started talking to Jungkook, everything about him made you expect that he would be the one to call the shots. The good looks, the tattoos and piercings, the muscles— and definitely the motorcycle. But once you’d sat across from him at dinner on your first official date, only to watch him blush and fumble his way through a conversation, you started to suspect that maybe he preferred to follow rather than lead.

That thought was certainly confirmed the next time you saw him out in public: it’d been a full two weeks since your first date, with nothing but radio silence between you since. You were admittedly maybe a little too drunk when you spotted him out with his friends at the same bar you’d been dragged to by yours— drunk enough to have no problem walking right up to him to read him for filth, in front of all of his friends, for ghosting you.

Except he’d just blinked those big brown eyes up at you, mouth dropped open in disbelief, and quietly admitted that he’d been waiting all this time for you to text him.

One of his friends had clapped him on the back, laughing loudly as he corroborated Jungkook’s confession. “He’s been having midnight karaoke pity parties because he never heard from you. Please take this boy out again before his neighbors have him evicted!”

That night told you everything you needed to know about how the dynamics in your relationship would work out. That if you wanted something, there was a very good chance Jungkook wanted it, too.

Which is why it doesn’t surprise you that your boyfriend is already sprawled out half-naked on the bed beneath you, arms folded behind his head in a way that makes his biceps bulge, dangerously attractive.

His mouth pulls into a cocky, flirtatious grin. “Ah, so you wanna use me?”

“I do,” you murmur, straddling your thighs over his torso and leaning up to take the smooth purple silk between your fingers. He offers you one hand before you even have to ask for it, and takes advantage of the other’s last few minutes of freedom to paw at you over your shirt. His tattooed fingers seek out your breast and squeeze, his thumb flicking lazy strokes over your nipple.

You tug the knot of the restraint to tighten it, then look back just as Jungkook closes his lips around the clothed bud of your breast. The rough drag of cotton against your sensitive skin makes you hot all over, your nipple stiffening easily at the rub of his insistent tongue.

“How’s that? Too tight?”

He smirks with your tit still in his mouth, soaking a wet spot into your shirt, teeth scraping gently. “Could be tighter.”

“You are such a show-off,” you huff, more endeared than aggravated as you redo the knot, this time as tight as you can manage. Jungkook pulls against it teasingly, but it does actually seem to hold him in place, and you can feel a dull thud between your legs at the flex of his muscles on full display, the image of him already half-helpless beneath you.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook,” he says, as if in explanation, giving your breast a final playful jiggle before you tug his other hand off to tie it up, too.

“Well, Jeon Jungkook,” you retort with a smirk and a grunt of effort as you lean over him to tug the knot tight. You glance down to find him already using the leverage of his restraints to pull himself up so that he can continue to nuzzle his face into your shirt between your tits, abdominals shaking a little from the effort, undeterred despite the loss of both of his hands.

You take his jaw in your grip and scoot yourself further down his body, dipping in to plant a kiss on his soft lips.

“Are you gonna be a good little toy for me?”

“Uh-huh,” he grunts, and you enjoy the tease of hovering just past where he can reach, watching him strain up toward your mouth to seek another kiss and fall ever so short.

You can feel arousal already dripping from your folds as you slide further down the bed, slipping off from on top of Jungkook to easily rid him of his joggers and briefs. His dick smacks against his stomach, thick and hard; wet, too, at the pretty brown tip. You toss his clothes over the edge of the bed, then strip your own shirt to follow before lowering yourself between his spread legs.

The muscles in Jungkook’s thighs tighten with visible anticipation as you hover above his cock, letting the heat of your breath fan out over him, not unlike the warm afternoon air leaking in through the cracked bedroom window, the first taste of spring. You can hear the wet clicks of Jungkook’s tongue in his mouth.

“Easy, bunny,” you murmur, and then you work up a mouthful of saliva and spit it right onto the head of his dick.

He hisses in a breath at the splatter of it, then gasps a soft little sound when you take him in your hand to slip your fist down the length of him. That’s Jungkook all over; always so eager, always so sensitive.

“What do you think?” you muse, your mouth ticking up as you feel Jungkook’s hips roll into your grasp. “Think it’s ready for me, baby?”

“‘Sready,” he grunts, teeth clenched. “Use it, jagi.”

You waste no time, crawling back up Jungkook’s body to settle your hips over his, flattening your palms against his chest. He’s still squirming, thighs flexing against the bed as he rocks up in a desperate attempt to find the wet heat of your cunt, and you giggle as you work yourself backwards until the head of his dick catches on your entrance.

It’s a bit of a stretch, but you’re wet enough to take it. You bite down on a smug smile as you manage to seat yourself on him hands-free.

“Fuck, love when you do that.” Jungkook’s voice is a low growl, and you slide a hand up the firm definition in his chest and slowly start to rock yourself along his length. His cock fills you up like he was made for it; you can feel every detail of him drag against your ridges, trailing sparks of pleasure as you tilt your hips to drive him right into your sweet spot.

Jungkook’s head kicks back against the pillow as a groan rips through him. There’s a gentle crease in his brow, furrowed in the way that tells you it’s so good: the tight heat of your pussy, the slick stretch of it when you work it on him. You ride him rough, make him take it like a good boy.

Another noise stutters out of Jungkook, chased this time by a huff of breath that it takes you a second to realize is a laugh, the tone caught halfway between shy and horny. You watch the way he squirms, restless against his restraints, like he can’t help himself.

He answers before you can ask. “The way your tits— fuckin’ bounce— fuck, I wanna touch you.”

The feeling sinks in as you watch him writhe beneath you, as you shove your hips back harder to pull more desperate sounds out of him. It’s fun, not letting him have what he wants, makes you drip that much more down the length of him.

“You can’t.”

“I know,” he grunts, wrists tugging uselessly. “It’s hot— that I can’t.”

“It is,” you concede, feigning composure despite the hitch in your breath, the way you’re already close to the edge and pushed that much closer by having Jungkook like this. Tied up, all yours, free to do with as you please.

And still fighting against his fucking restraints.

“Think I could rip these?”

It’s like your body acts faster than your pleasure-driven mind can keep up with: all at once, you’re tracing the pouted curve of Jungkook’s bottom lip, then slipping two fingers past it into the heat of his mouth.

“Shh, bunny,” you murmur. He blinks up at you, glassy-eyed as you pet over his tongue, all lush and wet on your fingertips. “Toys don’t talk.”

You press down more firmly as if for emphasis, enjoying how his soft parts give so easily to your touch, and then Jungkook outright moans around your fingers in his mouth.

The needy little sound makes your pussy pulse hot between your thighs.

“Fuck,” you hiss as you take him to the hilt, changing the stroke of your hips to grind against your toy, used solely to get yourself off now. Humping, really, rubbing your clit over the smooth skin of his abdomen where he’s blooming feverglow, flushed with need. Jungkook’s eyes flicker back in his head at the way your pussy’s taking him, squeezed tight like a vice and gushing wet. Working raw sounds out of him, his jaw gone slack; you can feel the blunt edge of his teeth and his heavy, shaky breath on the palm of your hand.

Your thighs shift to spread wider and the next drag of your clit is at just the right angle that pleasure surges up in you, undeniable, overwhelming. It’s all you can do now to chase your release, to keep rocking yourself into it, Jungkook’s thick cock plugged up inside of you and drool slicking out of his mouth to drip down your wrist.

“Gonna make myself come on my pretty little toy,” you manage to gasp.

Jungkook’s eyes find yours, burning intensity, the way he gets, and then he closes his lips tight around your fingers in his mouth and sucks, as if he’s begging to be used, and it sends you over the edge all at once. Your head tips back as your orgasm kicks through you, white noise pleasure, enough to get lost in.

Hips still rolling, you grind yourself through it, the waves of your climax swelling and receding again, until you finally drop forward against Jungkook’s chest, breathless and buzzing all over.

You let your fingers slip out of his mouth, exhale a laugh as they skip over the defined ridges of his stomach when you wipe your hand dry, taking full advantage of the fact that he’s powerless to stop you.

“Shit, that was hot.”

Jungkook’s voice is hoarse with desire as you shift to find the curve of his neck under your mouth, trailing kisses until your lips brush over the pretty lines of ink just behind his ear. He’s still thick and stiff inside you, with a steady pulse-throb that tells you how badly he needs to come, how worked up he is from being used as your personal hump-toy.

“Yeah,” you echo, paired with a tentative rock of your hips that makes your cunt flutter, overstimulated, tugs a little whine out of Jungkook, too. Your tongue feels thick in your mouth as you breathe against his flushed skin.

“Think I— wanna keep using my toy. Kinda feel like being greedy.”

Jungkook’s cock twitches, shameless, at your admission, again when you flick a thumb over the silver jewelry studded through his nipple. There’s a part of you that wants to keep him like this, his leaking-hard dick filling you up while you purr nasty shit in his ear, just to see if he can come from it.

“Might ride it until I break it.” You scrape your teeth up his neck and he moans. “Gonna take all I can give you, bunny?”

His throat jumps visibly as he swallows, fights to gasp a desperate “uh-huh”. Answers with his body, too, arching up to press himself deeper into you, rubbing the slick, hot tip of his cock into your front wall in just the right way to melt pleasure down your spine. You reward his eager submission with a soft kiss, then lick along the seam of his lips, enjoying the sweet little noises that pour into your mouth when you open him up.

Still intertwined, his tongue stroking over yours, your hand goes fumbling for the nightstand, comes away with the slender cylinder of your vibrator, and switches it on before slipping it down to press between your bodies.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook groans as you nestle the shuddering bullet between your folds and find the bud of your clit. You know he can feel it too from the way his hips jerk beneath you, the steady buzz engulfing his cock as you squeeze your pussy around him, all lush sensitivity from your first orgasm. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“You can.” The words are hardly more than a warm exhale from your mouth to his, your lips brushing. “But I’m not gonna stop.”

You don’t give him time to respond or even heave in another gasp of air before your thumb finds the button at the base of your vibrator, clicks it once, then again.

“F— ahh!”

Jungkook’s body jolts like a live wire as he falls apart beneath you. You sit up to take in the whole of him, your free palm slipping to the jut of his hip, fingertips splayed out and pressed heavy to anchor.

Pinned down and helpless, he trembles through the hot rush of his release, dick buried deep and pulsing as it all comes spilling out of him.

“That’s it, baby,” you coo. Your nails scratch lovingly against his skin to coax him out of it— taking such good care of your toy. His breath is punching out of his chest in these ragged, overwhelmed gasps, sweat glittering at his temples while he whimpers through the comedown. So fucking beautiful like this.

The hum of the vibrator rolls through you, strong enough with the change in angle that your eyes drop shut to focus on the feeling.

Jungkook whines when you circle your hips with him still tucked up inside of you— it’s a wrecked little noise, high and sweet, underscored by the thick squelch of his cum starting to leak back down his shaft. Your thighs tense just right from the filthy sound of it, and then it’s all throbbing velvet glow in your core as you clench up and come on his cock again.

“Fuuuuuck, bunny,” you groan up to the ceiling, your head tipped back as it washes over you. “God, yeah.”

You flick the vibrator off when it gets to be too much, let it go rolling down the mattress— the bedroom feels bigger for the silence. Sweat slicks at the back of your knees, warm spring breeze still licking through the window to flutter the sheer-gauze curtains.

You’re fluttering too, all over: the kick of your heartbeat, the breath stuttering out of your lungs. The throb of your cunt, split open and drooling out juice, messy-wet fresh fruit.

The sound of the bedsheets shifting has your lashes flickering open again, and there’s Jungkook. Dark hair fanned out on the pillow, wrists bound, and that look in his eyes. Like he can take a little more. Like he’s waiting for your cue. Like there’s this whole-heart want brimming up inside of him, making his blood run hot.

He’s still hard between your legs.

“Go on then,” you tell him. “Give me another one.”

With a concentrated growl, Jungkook flattens his feet to the bed, grips tighter to his restraints for leverage, and starts to pound up into you. You can feel an overstimulated shudder in the stroke of his hips, how his cockhead twitches, sensitive, as it rubs over your g-spot. But he doesn’t stop; doesn’t even lose his rhythm.

He fucks you like a machine, and it’s all you can do to brace your palms against his chest and tip forward, rocking yourself down to meet him thrust for thrust.

The harsh slap of body on body is almost enough to drown out the rest: your open-mouthed panting, Jungkook’s groan when your nails dig crescent moon slivers into his tan skin, the gravel edge to your words, “Yeah, like that, fuck me just like that.”

It takes you a second to notice, the sound buried beneath it all, but then it floats through— Jungkook’s sucking his breath in through his teeth now, his jaw tight. You can see the jump of a muscle working there.

“Does it hurt, baby?” you gasp, more air than voice.

Jungkook’s head drops back against the pillow, brow pinched from the focus of keeping his pace steady. He’s breathless, too, when he answers: “Feels good.”

“Feels good because it hurts, huh? Is that how you like it?”

A strangled noise tears out of his throat, and he shoves up even harder, like he wants to fuck you into the shape of him. You splay one hand over the column of his throat and watch his pretty brown eyes blink-blink back at you, and then you have to bury your moans in the crook of his neck as you come hard.

The world around you returns a little at a time. First, the tremble of your tired thighs, the dull ache that’s already started to bloom at the bend of your knees. Then, Jungkook’s body curved up against yours, hips still slow-rolling as you exhale in hot, jagged bursts against his skin. There’s the distinct drip of his cum sliding out of you, and all the sticky-wet places where it’s slicked up the swell of your ass.

“Shit,” you laugh when you manage to find the breath for it. “That was crazy.”

Jungkook shifts a little, but doesn’t respond, and then he makes this wet, soft gasp. You realize he’s shaking beneath you.

You sit up so fast the room spins; your tether is Jungkook’s face, cupped lovingly now between your palms.

“Oh, baby.”

A fat teardrop traces a path down his cheek. Another threatens the dark border of his lashes. He can’t wipe them away with his wrists tied up, but you can see him trying to hold back even as a sob shudders through him, his chest heaving.

“You okay, my love?” you murmur, swiping a thumb across his face. He sniffles, nods, hiccups a little. The tip of his nose is flushed pink. “Shoulda told me to stop, if it was too much.”

“It feels good,” he insists, and his voice cracks around the words. “It’s just a lot. But ‘m not— don’t wanna stop.”

“No? You sure?”

Jungkook sucks his lip ring into his mouth as he nods again, sniffs again. That sends a bolt of something through you.

“You’ve been so good to me,” you praise, and you tip your ass back until his softening cock slips out, smeared glossy-white with your shared release. Jungkook’s still wound-up, pulled so tight inside himself that he flinches when you slip a hand down to ease his legs apart, sliding lower on the bed to slot yourself between them.

“Can I take care of you, bun?” The question’s posed sweetly, chased with a flutter of your lashes and kisses dropped down on the flat plane of his abdomen. “I’ll be gentle.”

He whimpers— answers in the way his hips lift up to meet your mouth.

Your hands press flat to Jungkook’s broad thighs, and you can feel the overwhelmed static-shiver beneath your palms, little tremors that jolt through his muscles. Head dipped low, you drag your tongue up his length and it punches a thick sob out of him, hips stirring like he’s trying to crawl up the bed. But you just keep going, pin him down and make him take it, working broad flat stripes over the whole of his shaft, root to tip. Tasting him, salt and slick and your own heady flavor; you lick him clean.

Jungkook comes quietly this time, feet flexing restless on the bed as you tongue it all out of him. You swipe two fingers through the mess on his stomach and suck that up, too.

Humming around the digits in your mouth, you surface from between Jungkook’s legs to take him in: eyes closed, face wet with tears. You can see the rise and fall of his chest as he gasps for air, shaky, coming down from it.

“Alright baby,” you soothe, shifting up to straddle his chest, knees sinking into the sheets. “All done now, just breathe. Gonna untie you.”

Reaching up, you gently tug open the knot on one restraint, then the other, easing Jungkook’s limp arms to the mattress. Your thumbs find his wrists to massage soft love-circles in case he’s gone numb there, gently coaxing him back to earth.

“Did so good for me, bunny.”

There’s a whimper, and then Jungkook’s surging up to kiss you, forceful enough that you give a little hum of surprise against his lips.

His hands are all over you, all at once, tugging at your legs to drag them forward until you’re flat on your back on the mattress. Your sore thighs shake when he shoves them up and apart, and then a sharp buzz rolls right over the bud of your clit and you keen. Fuck, when did he even grab the vibrator?

“Wanna make you come again,” he pants, and you smile even as your spine arches off the bed. Of course. You should’ve known.

It’s Jungkook all over, you think, hyper-focused on your pleasure even when he’s out of commission, and then you feel the head of his cock push inside and you both gasp. Your cunt aches, so swollen that it’s like he’s stretching you out all over again when you take him to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” you breathe. Jungkook’s hips snap, punctuated by a strangled grunt of effort, but he keeps going, making soft little sweet-pain whines with every thrust, brow scrunched as he brute-forces his way well past overstimulation.

He’s still crying, you realize.

Tears roll down his face and drip onto your collarbone, and everything’s somehow hotter for it. His length is slick, painted in the stored-up remnants of his cum, and you can hear the squish of your folds at the base of his cock each time he fucks it all back into you, so dirty it makes your head spin.

“J-just like that, baby,” you groan, overwhelmed; you can barely get the words out. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you can feel him shaking, dripping, still rabbiting his hips into you, and then the hum of pleasure reverberating through your body explodes. Your clit throbs with an orgasm that feels endless, dizzying, divine. Jungkook outright sobs as your walls pulse pulse pulse around him, begging for every last drop.

When it’s all too much, you swat at his hand, mumbling shapes that aren’t words until the vibrator’s switched off and tossed away. He pulls out with a thick wet sound and the hiss of his breath between his teeth.

Together, you come down slow. Exhaling staccato, limbs tangled, bodies flushed and sweat-sticking.

Jungkook moves first: flops onto the mattress next to you, entirely exhausted, the way you’ve seen him get after a particularly rough workout. Scrubs at his face with one hand, this shy laugh fluttering out of him. “Can’t believe I cried. Ah, so embarrassing.”

You turn onto your side, tugging his hand away so you can press a kiss to his open palm. “Don’t ask me why but… in the moment? Very hot, actually.” A flush colors his cheeks and you giggle. “My perfect little crybaby.”

He flashes you his signature cocky grin, eyes squeezing shut as it morphs into something nearer to a wince. “Fuck, I’m so sweaty.” A breathless gasp, again. “And my dick hurts. I think I came dry that last time.”

“Poor baby,” you coo, not quite sincere. “You really could’ve stopped at… what, three?”

Eyes closed and still smirking, he shakes his head, damp hair falling in his face. “No I couldn’t have— I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

“You certainly are.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader

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soobinskii · 2 months

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strawberry flavored sun

warnings : switch!camboy!theo, fem-bodied reader, squirting, masturbation; mentions of weed, sex toys, gooning.

a/n : y'all want a part two? (& i'm trying out a new layout pls lmk if u like it!)

whenever you got the notification that "sunyangie" was starting his live, most times, you would drop what you were doing, crawl into your bed & grab your favorite bullet vibrator. you would cast your phone screen to your tv like you were some type of perverse, corrupt gooner. however, when it came to your favorite camboy, you were.

it just seemed like your mind slipped into mush when you watched him. you would wrecklessly spend your money to make his cock ring vibrate against the base of his shaft. you would watch the way his precum leaked out of his pretty pink tip. his expressions, his eyes rolled back and puffy lips spread, gasps and wanton moans coming from his mouth.

you had basically memorized his streaming schedule, and you always found time to watch one of his streams. you found yourself in your bed, his stream up on your tv and with your vibrator pressed up against your clit at least twice a week. every monday, wednesday, friday and sunday, you found yourself completing tasks sooner than you would on any other day, just because you knew that in the back of your head, sunyangie was streaming today.

you were layed back on your bed with pillows stacked up just enough for you to see the tv, the volume low to not alert any neighbors of what you were doing, and soft music playing as you waited for him to start the stream. your vibrator and new pink dildo that you had gotten earlier today were layed out next to you.

you looked up at his stream and as soon as you did his face popped up on screen. he was absolutely glowing in the luminescence of his sunset lamp and fairy lights. the dainty silver chain hanging around his neck was glimmering in the dim lights and, the camera angle was low enough for you to see his face, down to just above his thighs. his pink hair framing his fave perfectly, hands resting on either side of his thighs as he was checking to see if people had joined.

he gave a bright smile and waved. he greeted the chat; voice soft, low and sultry, "hello guys, how have you all been? i've been okay! sorry i missed monday's stream, something came up."

he seems calm, but as you inspect him further, the erection in his pants is anything but calm. as he's reading the chat and getting ready to start, you watch him palm himself. you rub yourself through your panties at the same speed, wanting to keep in time with theo.

as he's reading through the chat, you feel as if he's looking at you, you feel so incredibly turned on and flustered at the way he's skimming through the messages that flood in. his eyes are slightly red and low from what you can tell, as if he just smoked a joint (and he probably did for all you know.)

"are you ready to start?" theo asks, pulling his hard cock out of his grey sweatpants, squirting a bit of lube into his hand. as he spreads it along his tip he hisses, "fuck.. it's cold." with his eyes screwed shut and his hand slowly working up and down on his veiny shaft, you slip your hand into your panties and decide on rubbing small, leisurely circles around your clit.

you hear a soft giggle come through your soundbar and you open your eyes to see his eyes open, with his plump bottom lip between his teeth. he grabs the pink and white cock ring from his desk and holds it in view for the camera to capture. "let's have some fun." he purrs out.

you whimper at the sound of his smooth voice, grabbing your vibrator and pulling your underwear off.

you watch as theo pushes the ring down towards his balls and grabs his new hitachi vibrator. "hmm.. i got this new toy today, shall we try it out?" he has a smirk on his face while glancing at his chat going crazy, being spammed with positive answers.

you decide to donate 10 dollars, sending a message, along with making the pink ring around his base vibrate. you see his hips jump out as he lets out a whimper, he reads out the message as his voice slightly shakes. "please use it? okay.. does it turn you on to see me like this, (username)? i've seen you in here a lot.." he chuckles and tilts his head.

you gasp and your eyes shoot open at him reading out your username, you've been in his chat before but you didn't think he would remember you. you decide to type in the chat, using a few of his channel points to highlight your message, "i love watching you, you're absolutely gorgeous yangie." typing out a quick message, short enough for your horny brain to process.

he smiles at your comment and thanks you, typing something into his phone quickly & then turning his vibrator on at the lowest setting. he presses it to the underside of his tip and sucking in a sharp breath at the new feeling. "shit.. oh- that feels amazing.."

you see his stomach contracting with each gasp and moan he lets out, his forehead starts to glisten in the dim light of his bedroom. as he runs the toy up and down his cock, he starts to get a little more used to the odd feeling.

he turns it up onto the second setting, throwing his head back and whimpering as the vibrations get stronger. he's rolling his hips as his shaky hand holds the large white toy in place.

"damnit- guys.. i don't think i'm gonna last too long.. hah-" theo is already panting, whimpering and moaning. he's a mess already and it hasn't even been ten minutes into the stream.

he pulls it away and decides to take the cock ring off "need to cum- 'm so needy today.." he pouts as he places it on his desk and continues with his ministrations on his dick, his free hand coming up to rub against his chest and play with his nipples.

you're working the dildo into your sopping cunt, moaning out with him. if someone were to hear you, it'd sound like something straight out of a porn video.

you push the dildo into your pussy at the same pace as his hips on the screen. fast, yet not rough. you hold onto your chest with your other hand, also playing with your hard nipples.

"fuck- fuck!" he moans out, stuttering as he turns up the setting on his toy once more. you can tell he's about to finish, his eyebrows are knotted together, eyes tightly shut, he has blush dusting his cheeks. "please.. so close.. gonna cum, gonna-" he cuts himself off with a moan as cum shoots from his tip. it paints his stomach, and the head of the vibrator; even going up to his chest.

his back arches out of his chair and his legs shake as he rides through his heavy orgasm, slightly overstimulating himself.

you cum at the same time as him, tears prickling at your eyes and your thighs clamp down on your wrist. the hand on your chest moves up to your hair and runs through it, as you moan and heavily breathe, your fingers now moving to work at your clit as you squirt and convulse around the dildo. your orgasm leaking down your ass and onto the bed.

as you start to come back down from your peak, you glance back at your screen and see theo shutting the toy off and putting it down to scoop the white substance off of his stomach. he shows the camera the cum on his fingers before he licks it off, making a spectacle of hit fat lips wrapped around his fingers. he opens them to show you his tongue circling the digits in his mouth.

"mmm.. sweet.." he says after he pulls them out of his mouth, licking his lips.

after a minute or two of basking in the afterglow, and speaking to viewers, he wraps up the stream, smiling and wishing the chat farewell, apologizing for the shorter stream.

as you exit the site and put on a random youtube video, getting ready to clean up, your phone dings with a notification from your instagram.

you decide to check what it is and you see a message request & follow from.. theo-?

#p1harmony smut #p1harmony #p1h theo #p1harmony theo #theo p1harmony #theo smut #theo p1harmony smut #kpop smut

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marleyybluu · 1 year

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Rio x reader

Warnings: sexting, nudes, f!masturbation

Summary: You bother Rio at work.

snatched this off my old account.

(not my pic, got it off Pinterest)

Rio sat at a wooden table in his "office", really it was just an abandoned factory where he ran his operations. Surrounded by a few employees on how the next drop would go tonight. He checked his watch reading 12:30 am, he was grateful to be wrapping up a bit earlier tonight, he was becoming tired and needed a warm shower and his warm bed next to his beautiful wife. It felt like he hadn't seen her sweet face in so long, he yearned for her hold, the way she smelled, her lips on his. He was grateful to have such an understanding wife.

In the middle of Mick, his right-hand man, explaining a growing concern to him. Everyone was paying attention until Rio received a text notification from his wife, picking up his phone seeing four photos and three videos attached. He swallowed hard and turned down his screen brightness, reaching for his AirPods he clicked on the message instantly seeing pictures of her in a flower print lingerie piece and videos of her breasts spilling out of their spot.

He smiled shaking his head and clicking one video.

"Hi baby, I miss you, I know that work is hard right now..." She softly spoke making sure her cleavage was in sight. "I thought these would make you feel better."

Rio watched Yn turn around bending over for him to see, he squirmed in his chair leaning further away from his colleagues. She made her way over to the bed and ran her hands down her body, through the video she stripped for him her breasts falling out of the bralette-- oh how he wished to have one in his mouth.

He continued to watch the rest of the video, swiping to the next one, her hands between her legs, her own fingers buried inside her-- soft whimpers escaped her glossy lips, he could hear how wet she was. "I wish it was you inside me, baby."

His breathing became jagged. In the following video, she had her favourite toy inside her, she had gotten a dildo that mirrored his own member, the same length and width. He was both amused and flattered when she showed him. "Fuck look at that cream." She moaned, he watched as her own juices ran down her legs, she reached next to her bringing out a vibrator. Yn's back began to arch off the sheets. "Ouu right there, y-yes!"

"Uh, y'all give me a minute, I'll be back, keep talkin' though." He quickly walked over to the door and headed outside. "I'm cumming for you daddy, I miss feeling you throb inside me."

Rio closed off the video and FaceTimed his wife, on the second ring her face appeared on the screen. "Yes, Christopher?" She smiled. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, ma." She could hear the absolute anger and frustration in his voice, that was exactly where she needed him to be. "I'm sorry hubby, I was just thinking about you and decided to send you some things."

"I'm coming home, I want you on that bed, naked and waiting for me. If I get there and you haven't followed my orders-"

"I know daddy, I would never disobey you, baby."

Rio groaned hanging up the phone, Yn squealed knowing she was about to get completely wrecked when he got home. He found his way back to the room calling for everyone's attention. "Listen, yall, wifey ain't feelin' too good, I'm gonna head home for a bit. Anything goes wrong tonight, let me know, and I'm on my way aight?"

They reassured him that was fine and soon he had left the property. Rio almost flew back to the house speeding as much as he could without getting caught and delayed. Yn heard the front door slam and heavy steps approaching their room, she sat up seeing her husband standing in front of her, she opened her mouth to speak but was denied. "Bend over the bed."

Without hesitation she followed his instructions, she hissed feeling a sting on her backside the sting went from one side to the other, her pussy dripping with desire. Rio tugged her hair pulling her close to him. "You just don't know how to be patient."

She gasped feeling his fingers inside her slowly pumping in and out of her collecting her wetness and sliding his fingers down her slit.

"I don't want to hear one sound out of you tonight." He warned.

Another short one, I know I know I'm sorry. Took a bit of an unexpected break but it was needed.

waiting for January to finish so my birthday plans can go into motion.

I'll try and upload again soon.

peace and love.

tags: @rio-reid-whoreee

#rio x black!reader #rio x poc! reader #rio #goodgirls #rio fanfic #marleysfanfictions #marleywrites #good girls rio #rio good girls #fluff #Spotify #rio x reader

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sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare · 1 year

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A Poet Could Not But Be Gay — part 2

Part 1

Pairing: college!au Ellie Williams x f!reader

summary: You and Ellie text after you like her post and see each other in class again. You talk to each other, slowly growing closer.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mutual pining, reader has no rizz, anxiety, English class

a/n: M (minors and men) DNI, please! Y'all I can't believe you guys gave me 34 notes on my first-ever fic!!! I'm literally on top of the world and it really motivated me to write another chapter so here it is!! 😁

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Ellie Williams: Hey stalker (;

You were frozen. Your breath had caught in your throat and you felt your entire body burning up as though you'd throw up at any second. Your phone screen had gone black by then and you only had time to blink before another notification came in.

Ellie Williams added you as a friend.

Finally, you were able to breathe. What the fuck is happening!? you thought. She has to be playing some kind of prank on me 'cause no one should be this cool about a random girl like a — how old was it? 5-week-old picture!

You decided that the best thing to do was to respond. She already knew you were online and you would only look more guilty if you ignored her. Ellie had caught you red-handed, sure, but she didn't need to know why you were looking her up. You started typing, probably taking way longer than you should to write a simple text.

you: hey! sorry i was just struggling with the homework and youre the only person i knew from that class so i looked you up

you: how are you handling the last minute assignment she sent us?

Really? A double text seconds after I was caught stalking her? I'm fucking dead. Every second that passed by felt like an hour. You were biting your nails, staring at the screen impatiently. She hadn't even seen it yet and you felt like she was judging you through the phone. After one minute, she opened the chat and started typing. Looking at those three taunting dots, you couldn't help but imagine all the texts she could be writing. Nightmarish thoughts were flying through your brain when her text finally appeared.

Ellie Williams: Oh fuck I hadn't even seen that email! What kind of psychopath of a teacher sends an assignment at 6pm?

You let out a relieved sigh, thankful she hadn't asked any questions regarding your lie. Your shaking thumbs started typing but you received another text.

Ellie Williams: And who even has a favourite poem to write 500 words about

Ellie Williams: Well you definitely do

You had to read that twice. She remembers about my poem. Your small smile grew into a grin, and the little exhale from your nose grew into a fit of giggles. You rolled onto your back before remembering you had to answer her.

you: im glad i was able to tell you about the assignment! and yeah i have a favourite poem and i absolutely LOVE telling people about it but i know how scatterbrained i can be so idk if ill be able to make sense

The two of you texted back and forth for a few minutes but your shyness held you back and your conversation eventually dwindled. After several minutes of radio silence on both ends, your phone vibrated again.

Ellie Williams: Well I'm gonna start writing that paper but I'll see you on Wednesday!

you: good luck with that!

you: cant wait to see you again :)

You held your breath, frightened by your boldness.

Ellie Williams: Don't miss me too much (;

You honestly thought you could have died at that moment. And there was that winking face again. You couldn't believe your clumsy mistake had led you to have an actual conversation! Outside of school! Sure it was mainly about your shared class but now it felt more personal. She wasn't just "Ellie, the hot girl from my poetry class" anymore. She was Ellie Williams, the charming girl you'd met in class and befriended and fell in love with and moved in with and married and — ok now. I shouldn't get ahead of myself. I don't even know her favourite colour yet. I don't even know if she likes girls, let alone me!

You decided that the best thing for you to do now was to focus on your assignment. It wouldn't take very long but at least it would keep your mind occupied for a little while.

Though the poem was about the beauty of nature and all it has to offer, you couldn't help but relate every verse to Ellie.

"they / Out-did the sparkling waves in glee" Ellie outdoes everyone and everything. There was not a single thing you could think of that you would rather look at than Ellie. There was no sound you'd rather hear than her laugh and no word you'd rather read than hers. I'm so fucking gay, it's ridiculous, you thought.

Some verses you felt rather poetic about, while others felt like they were describing the slight gay panic you'd had upon first seeing her, "I gazed — and gazed — but little thought". That's exactly how you'd felt. You'd stared at her sheer beauty and focused on nothing but her. The only thing you could remember from your time staring at her was the warmth that had formed in your belly and the tingling in your face.

You had known this girl for barely 8 hours and you could already see her in everything. Fuck, this is gonna hurt.

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Tuesday was somewhat uneventful. You'd been awoken by your alarm once again and had rolled over to check your phone. You were barely awake when you saw that Ellie had changed your name on messenger to "y/n🌸". Has she been thinking about me? you thought with a grin plastered to your face. Before you had time to overthink, you quickly changed her name to "Ellie 😉".

Neither of you texted the other again until Wednesday. It was a cool and cloudy day meaning everything had grey undertones and you refused to let yourself darken because of some stupid clouds. That's why you chose to wear your long sleeve, bright yellow shirt underneath short, green overalls.

The sky might be grey and sad but I'm looking like a ray of fucking sunshine! you told yourself in the mirror. The colour you wore made you feel invincible, as though you could conquer the world and make it bright again.

Eventually, after an interminable lecture, you were sat at your seat in your and Ellie's shared class, awaiting the girl herself. To busy yourself, you started taking out your books and laptop, putting your pens neatly out onto your side of the desk. While you were distracted, Ellie walked into the class.

Ellie's thoughts

Ellie's mind was racing, trying to figure out what to say to you when she saw you. She knew she would say hi; that was a given. But what then? She didn't want to just be an acquaintance to you. She wanted to be on your mind as much as you were on hers, which was constantly. Dreams of you consumed her nights which she loved until she woke up and realized you had barely talked to each other.

When she walked into the classroom, she nearly froze in the doorframe. Of course, she thought, on a gross day like this, she has to look like a ray of fucking sunshine. It was as though you were trying to make her fall head over heels for you.

When she started walking normally again, your head popped up and a genuine smile graced your lips. Ellie felt like the Earth had stopped spinning and smiled back with false confidence. She sat down next to you and told you her scripted, "Hi," in her usual, honeyed voice, adding an improvised, "how you doing?", proud she hadn't stumbled over her words.

"Hi," you answered, voice quieter than hers, "I'm doing pretty good. I actually finished the assignment on time, so the semester's off to a good start!" you said with a laugh.

Ellie laughed back, happy you had initiated a topic so she would get to keep talking with you. "Wow! Three whole days in and no late assignments yet! I'm extremely impressed." she replied, the glee evident in her tone.

You giggled and said, "You should be!"

There was a beat of silence and she was scared you had run your conversation to its course before it had even started. Then you surprised her by asking, "How have you been?"

She looked up at you, taking a few seconds to admire every line and curve in your face. "Oh, you know," she said, "I've been busier now that school started up again but I've been good." She paused for a second and continued, "I haven't been too busy to figure it out though."

A smile crept onto your face and she thanked her lucky stars that she'd kept talking. "Figure what out?" you asked.

With slightly shaking hands she hoped you wouldn't notice, she reached out to your arm and pushed up the sleeve of your shirt to reveal the tattoo you'd shown her. "This," she said looking back up, her eyes boring into yours, "It's Wordsworth right?" You nod and she goes on, "That's a sick name for a poet. I read the poem and I have to say, you've got some good taste, pretty girl." The name just slipped out of her mouth. Her eyes widened and she noticed your smile falter. She pulled away from your arm.

She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure but you spoke before she could, "I feel like with a name like that, he couldn't really go into any other profession, you know." you laughed dryly, clearly trying to ease the tension.

She laughed the same dry laugh and let out a quiet, "Yeah, he had to go into writing."

Luckily, your awkward moment only lasted a short time and Ellie was saved from any further embarrassment as your professor began her lecture.

About 30 minutes into the lecture, Ellie was flipping the pages of her textbook like crazy, trying to find the poem the class was discussing. She figured you had noticed her struggling because you tapped her on the arm and whispered the page number. She thanked you and started flipping to that page. In doing so, however, a page managed to slice through her skin, causing her to flinch and immediately suck on her cut.

She was cursing the paper when you tapped her arm again. She turned to you, finger still between her lips. You gave her a small smile and lifted something in your hand, "Do you need a bandaid?" you whispered. How could she say no when you were looking at her like that, big doe eyes full of concern.

She took her finger out of her mouth and agreed with a low, "Sure". Before she could do anything else, you grabbed her hand and wrapped the bandaid around her injured finger. Ellie could only stare at you, marveling at the care you gave to such a minor cut. "Thanks, y/n" she whispered. She thought she may have caught a glimpse of a blush on your cheeks but you had turned your head too quickly for her to tell for sure.

When she picked up her pen, she got her first good look at what you'd wrapped around her finger and laughed to herself. Of fucking course this personified beam of sunlight would carry around flower bandaids. I'm never taking this off. she thought as she admired her finger.

Back to your thoughts

You were looking up front but your mind was nowhere near whatever subject the professor was talking about. I touched Ellie! you though. Not the other way around! I touched her arm and then her hand! I'm gonna pass out. You were ecstatic, to say the least. You couldn't wait to call Taylor and tell her everything that happened during this second class with Ellie.

Soon enough, the class ended and you started packing your books. You got up, still giddy from excitement, and got ready to say goodbye to Ellie. She stood up after a few moments and spoke first, "So I was thinking," she said, her usual confidence seemingly vanished, "if you wanted to study or do assignments for this class, I'm free in the afternoon on Thursdays. We could meet in the library if you want. Or not even necessarily for this class, like, we could study for any class together if that was something you were interested in."

You gave her a quick open-mouthed smile. "Yeah!" you beamed, "Yeah that definitely sounds good. I know a secret spot in the library nobody ever goes to so we won't even need to worry about other people."

"Sounds great. I'll see you tomorrow then."

You both hesitated a little before moving to leave the classroom, and then again in the hallway, not sure of where the other was going. Seemingly amused by this, judging by the smirk on her face, Ellie put her hand on the small of your back, guided you in the direction you'd been headed in, and walked backward in the opposite direction.

"Bye, pretty girl!"

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Part 3

a/n: I got a little carried away in this one... Did you see how much touching there was! Whoo, that was borderline smut! But I told you there would be more talking! Also, I am obsessed with Romantic poetry, specifically William Wordsworth so sorry if there was too much of him in this chapter but I really love his work! You guys should all read "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud". It's a really short poem that may or may not have made me shed a tear. Anyway, leave any ideas you have for this story in the comments! I can't wait to see what you think!!

ps: lemme know if you wanna get tagged in the next one!

tags: @lonelyfooryouonly

#tlou #tlou2 #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x f!reader #wlw #lesbian #wlw fluff #college!ellie williams #not gonna lie this is the best thing I've ever written in my life

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atdutiesend · 1 year

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Together, then

{ and now I bully @seatedsacrifice and @grumpyascianteddybear - I started this angsty shit and good golly miss molly do y'all deserve what's comin.

TW: Suicidal Ideation [metaphysical; close enough I'm slapping the warning on here]; Bad End Timeline }

Grim watched quietly as the leaders of the Eorzean Alliance met with Hien. He’d been dragged along as one of the Scions, and he felt the way Thancred’s good eye kept coming to rest on him. He was careful not to stare too hard at the hyur, instead focusing on each speaker in turn from his place at Hadianna’s side. Dove and Alisaie had been relieved to leave the politicking to the actual damned adults rather than having to play at it themselves.

That alone was a change, but it shouldn’t have been a big one. Not after everything else that had changed. But no migraines suddenly struck the Scions, and the meeting continued, good work being done. They returned to the Rising Stones, found Urianger and Y’shtola hale and hearty and entirely awake.

Grim kept his concern off his face until, late in the evening, he and Hadianna retreated back to her house in Gridania, the children tucked into bed or at least occupied. Instead of falling into her arms as was their habit, he insead handed her the first of his journals and the cipher key.

“Are you sure?” Hadi watched him carefully, seeing how the old anxiety had resurfaced in him. He hadn’t looked this worried since she’d fully welcomed him into her life. He hadn’t felt this worried, either. He’d had faith that things would work themselves out, given the opportunity.

“Yes. It’s important, dear heart.” He looked away, sighing and settling down to wait.

“Why does it keep mentioning the Warrior of Light? There’s three of us. Why are all the mentions of Elidibus antagonistic, he’s our friend? What do you mean Zenos would have-- absolutely not!”

Grim let her read, sinking further and further down the seat as Hadianna caught each discrepancy between the game’s timeline and theirs.

“Grim. As much of this is laughably wrong, there’s a lot of things that weren’t wrong. But this says Thancred was supposed to collapse at the meeting we just got home from, and we’d find Urianger and Y’shtola had as well. And then Alphinaud too? None of us even had headaches at that meeting.” Hadi frowned over at him.

“The things that didn’t change were, mostly, things our actions had no effect on, yeah. Things that would have happened if we hadn’t been here, or someone else had been acting because our actions wouldn’t have mattered.” He worried at his lower lip, tilting his head towards her. “I don’t know what this means, and it... it worries me, love. Something must have happened, must have changed... but I don’t think it’s something any of us did or didn’t do. And I don’t know what it means, either.”

Hadi nodded. Grim had said, the times he was confronted for knowing too much of the future, that what he did know would run out soon - and from the looks of it, it would be almost alarmingly soon. "So we carry on. We'll make sure it works out."

"We will." Grim smiled wanly, but determinedly. What had changed, had changed. They'd just have to go on without his expectations and make the best of it.

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Elidibus had mentioned moons ago that Sharlayan might be a key to their struggles, holding knowledge as it did. Though it pained all of them, the family had split - Grim, Hadianna, and their children had made their way to Sharlayan to investigate the libraries there with Krile's begrudged assistance, while Dove and the twins remained behind to attend to matters in Eorzea.

Grim thought, now, that it was more that he was the key to the Sharlayans' struggles. He'd felt the leylines under his feet in a way even Gridania hadn't lit him up, like a drip feed of caffeine keeping him just on the edge of vibrating teeth. He'd had to redirect all that extra into the plant life immediately, spreading it out and cycling back what they kept feeding back into him until he could find an equilibrium again.

"Daddy, breathe. You have to breathe too." Clara's voice had broken him out of the daze for long enough to smile at her, and long enough to see that the carefully cultivated parks were now wild, before her sleep spell had put him under.

The Viera of Sharlayan called him the Husband in hushed, reverent tones below the Hyurs' hearing. It wasn't just Hyur in Sharlayan, though, and the murmurs were unignorable when he was introduced to Labyrinthos. Even with that alarming bit of superstition, the Forum had concluded his powers were the key to Labyrinthos succeeding in the event of an emergency.

Their entire family had been welcomed into the Hamlet only days before rumors of Black Rose reached the city from Eorzea. It took weeks more for those rumors to reach the Hamlet... In the form of Forchenault breaking the news to share his grief with them.

All of the Scions dead, succumbed to the poison from a nighttime attack on Mor Dhona. The twins and Dove were confirmed dead, though their bodies were unretrievable - too contaminated. There were worse rumors, too, of the land around Mor Dhona turning to desert with suspicious speed.

Hadianna had looked at him with tired eyes. "I'm done."

"I know, dear heart..." Grim had pulled her close. "I'm tired, too."

They were only informed scant weeks before it began, that all of Sharlayan would be sheltering in Labyrinthos as conditions outside grew worse... Even though Grim's power, now consolidated and under his control, left even the surface looking untouched. They couldn't risk it.

"Ten thousand people, Fourchenalt. My homeland studied it. Less than ten thousand people will create a genetic bottleneck - too many people will only have cousins, then siblings, to marry. Five thousand will last a few generations, in fact, our people had the signs such an event had taken place long ago, but ten thousand is safer." Grim had insisted.

A generation of children grew up without witnessing the surface. Another was well on their way to adulthood. His wife was old, while he hadn't seemed to age a single day. And finally their friend returned... But changed. Palest lavender stained his hair. His eyes glowed in a kaleidoscope of colors. Even his skin was marred with purple cracks.

And he wouldn't even remember them, after this.

"Fuck." Grim pulled Hadianna close.

"I'm done. After this life..." Hadianna sagged against him, age and grief unbearable.

"I know." Grim smiled at her tiredly. "I'll join you, so... Wait for me, dear heart?"

#out of cryptids #grumpyascianteddybear #seatedsacrifice #suicidal ideation tw;#v; the husband #isekaiposting #bad end timeline;#I usually don't get into this level of angst but sometimes ya boi gotta toss his hat in the ring y'know?

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nambamjun · 2 years

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Skin Deep {optional bias}

Pairing: optional bias (male) x reader (gender neutral)

Genres: mutual pining, coworkers to something more, definitely gettin steamy

Warnings: small mention of no makeup insecurity

Word Count: 3.6K+

A/N: Back to writing and I've gotta say, pretty excited for this one, and it's definitely the longest post I've written so far. I would actually really appreciate a lil feedback to see where I am with writing so please do! Always love hearing from ya, hope y'all enjoy! <3

Another day, another city, and another concert over and done with. Working as a makeup artist was your dream, no doubt about it. It was your absolute privilege to be able to do what you do for a living. These days not many people were able to say that about their passion. It didn’t mean, though, that sometimes it wasn’t a little taxing. Touring around with world renowned artists tended to do that sometimes, especially when there were multiple of them that you had to take care of. But hey, when you decided to apply as an artist for a kpop group you knew what you were getting yourself into.

Tonight, however, was one of those nights. You couldn’t wait to get back to your room and shower, change into some pajama pants and a sweatshirt, and read for an hour or so before going to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour. Would you actually stop reading when you planned to?

Who knows. That was a problem for the future you to deal with.

You walked briskly down the hallway to the last room on the right hand side. It was next to the stairwell so there was a bit of noise that flowed through the wall every so often, but at this point in time you really didn’t give a damn. There was a shower in that room, with a bed, and your suitcase with your soft, warm bedtime clothing waiting for you. You swung your backpack off your shoulders and plopped it down on the floor, digging through the main compartment to get to your wallet. Any organization that you once had in that bag was gone after today, and your fingers finally found the small rectangular form nestled all the way down at the bottom. Figures.

You spoke to yourself to help urge your tired muscles to move again. Almost there… close bag, open wallet, take out keycard, swipe… swipe… Dear lord, why isn’t it turning green??? You swiped twice more and thankfully a green light flashed, accompanied by a satisfactory click. You turned the knob and pushed the door open, not even bothering to pick your bag up, just taking it by the handle and tossing it to the lower corner of your bed. You breathed a sigh of relief and walked across the room to the large floor to ceiling windows that faced beautifully outward into the city and swiped the heavy sand colored curtains shut. First on the agenda, a nice warm shower.

As quickly as possible you stripped while mentally applauding yourself for setting up everything earlier so that you could just hop in as soon as you got back. Sometimes, past me is a genius. You didn’t even bother to put some music on your phone and turn the volume up. It would be fine staying on the bed. The running water was beckoning and you couldn’t resist happily rushing through the door, climbing in, and slowly stepping under the rush of steaming warmth that had every single muscle in your body releasing the tension they had been building up since 7am. As far as you were concerned it was pure heaven.

In hindsight, you probably should have chosen to have your phone serenade you, or even just be in the bathroom on the counter of the sink. Six times during your mini rebirth the little device vibrated loudly against the blanket of your bed, the sharp tone accompanying it ringing out for a minute and a half before stopping, just to start up again in another thirty seconds. It was then you turned the water off and messily towel dried your hair, still taking your time to bask in the glow of one of the best showers you had ever taken. Your calm mindset was pierced, however, by the sound of your ringtone, and your brows furrowed as you hurried to slip on the plush hotel bathrobe and exit the fogged room. Just as you got within arms length of your device, the noises ceased. Of course. You picked it up and turned it on…

“Seven missed calls???” They were all from your manager… he never called you. Click… redial.

The connection tone rang out once, twice, three times, “Y/N!” Oh no, you were in trouble. Every muscle that had relaxed in that shower was instantly tense again.

“Yes sir, I’m so sorry I didn’t get any of your calls, I was in the shower! Is everything okay?”

He sighed. “Well, I suppose I can’t fault you for that.” You didn’t even know that you were holding one of the largest breaths in your chest until he said that. You allowed yourself to breathe. “Did you forget you had one of our member’s phones?” Your mouth opened and your lips repeatedly mouthed obscenities over and over again as you rushed to open your bag once more.

“Yes sir, of course, I do still have it, uh” - you started to toss everything on the floor in your efforts - “okay, yes, I have it right here in my hand!” You held the phone triumphantly in front of your face.

“Thank you. I’m currently figuring out a few things for the next few days so I’m a bit tied up. Could I just text his roommate with your room number so that he can just swing by and pick it up himself?”

You answered automatically. “Yes sir! Of course!”

“Alright then. I’ll send him over. Thanks again, Y/N.”

“Of course!” You rolled your eyes at yourself, you sounded like a broken record player. “Have a good night, sir!” After hearing the click of him hanging up you took the phone away from your ear. Sighing deeply, you resigned to the fact that your reading would have to be pushed off for the time being while you waited for him to knock. “Might as well get comfortable.” You shrugged the robe off and pulled the soft pajamas over your frame before going to hang the robe back in the bathroom. Pulling the blankets back, you climbed underneath them and yanked two of the pillows behind you so that you could sit up comfortably.

And there, you waited. You sighed and picked up your phone, starting to play a game that you hadn’t touched in what seemed like weeks, but getting bored quickly and just resigning yourself to scrolling through social media. And you waited, and waited. You looked at the digital alarm clock that sat atop the nightstand next to your bed, which read 10:32 in large, neon green type. Half an hour. Half a fucking hour. At this point you might not be able to fit in any reading time at all. You looked over at your book sitting at your feet and were tempted to just take it in hand and dive in, as you were supposed to a while ago. But you knew what would happen, the same thing that happened ever since elementary school, much to the chagrin of your parents - you would get beyond sucked in to the pages and then a nuclear bomb could go off next to your head and your brain wouldn’t even register that anything had happened at all. So that’s that. You would just have to sit there and stew in your anger.

Which you did. Another ten minutes rolled by before you heard a sudden rapping on your door. Throwing the covers aside and stomping over to the door, you tossed it open and threw a look of complete and utter exasperation at the man standing before you. “Hi,” he tentatively smiled and waved for a second before putting his hand down. “Were you waiting long…?”

“Waiting long?” Your eyes widened as your eyebrows shot upward. “I’ve been sitting here for…” how long had it been exactly anyways, “forty four minutes!” His face fell along with his shoulders.

“I’m really sorry, I was taking a shower and my muscles ached from, ya know, earlier, and I lost track of time, and…” You blinked and your face straightened out, only now noticing his more than damp hair hanging in his face and comfortable clothes, made up of black sweatpants, a gray t-shirt, a black zip up hoodie, with slippers over his socked feet. Immediately you hastily went to backtrack from how rude you had been to him.

“No, no, it’s okay. I, um… I did the same thing earlier when Manager Kim was trying to get a hold of me. I missed him calling like seven times, it was a whole thing.”

He perked up. “Oh that must have been fun.”

“You’re telling me.” The two of you relaxed and looked at each other for a second. On your part, what a mistake. You unknowingly let your eyes fix on his face, running over his eyes, nose, and then down to his lips. You got to see this almost every day, at least during shows and promotions. Normally his was the first face that you worked on, being ready before the other two you had to take care of, but you did try to keep it professional there. Skin tone, focus on his skin tone… Okay just a bit of this medium brown eyeshadow here, blend it out, keep blending… Of course, you two would inevitably talk. A comment here, a question of “so how’s your morning going,” there. You’d just have to constantly bring yourself back to work mode, you were at work, doing what your paid to do… to work. No no no don’t look into his eyes, look at his eyes. Do your work. Finally, though you would finish things up and all you had to do is take one more look, up and down. “Okay, all good!” It was almost as if you could start breathing again once you picked up your bags and moved aside to let the hair team have their turn with him. Then, as before, you’d go into work mode with the next member, although this time you wouldn’t have to try. Oh please be still, my beating heart, you would internally and sarcastically sigh to yourself. You really had to learn how to take control of that.

And yes, you really, really did. So much so that you didn’t realize your eyes had fixated on his bare face. His skin wasn’t perfect. It had it’s blemishes, some by now that you had memorized through and through. A freckle here and there, a tiny pimple that popped up on his right temple just under the hairline, some hyperpigmentation around his nose and eyes and forehead. You weren’t the only person who could see him like this but probably one of the only ones who could on the regular, even if it was only for a short period of time before you got to work. Seeing him now, though, showered and relaxed and… he was himself. Not who he had to be for the cameras, the fans, or even the other members. He was just… him. And unbeknownst to you your eyes were doing a wonderful job of taking in a long drink of his natural beauty.

That is, until you heard him clear his throat. Your eyes snapped to attention and immediately you could feel your cheeks and ears heating with the flame of a thousand suns. “Sorry, um, I’m just tired. Here,” you walked back into your room and towards the other side of your bed to grab his phone. You didn’t even hear the door shut as you sifted through the rumpled bed spread, your fingers poking around and finding that it had somehow landed between the blanket and sheet. Pulling it out you turned around sharply with your hand holding it up and bumped right into his chest. Both of you stumbled back from one another a step and blurted out apologies before falling silent, both pairs of eyes looking anywhere but at the person standing before them.

“You okay,” he quickly asked. His voice sounded a little dry, but honestly you were just too embarrassed to really take note of it, along with the fact that his face matched yours in being as red as a sunbathing lobster in the middle of summer.

“Yeah, I’m cool, um, here,” you held the phone out in front of you for him to take, clearing your throat. At least your makeup would cover the red on your face. Wait. I TOOK A SHOWER. Your free hand went to cover the lower half of your face out of pure instinct. “Oh sorry about that, I didn’t even realize-”

“You don’t have to apologize for that.” He brought his hand up and took the phone from you, his fingers grazing yours for an instant. “Your hands are cold.” You allowed your eyes to flick up and meet his own, and you think that was a mistake considering now you can’t take them away. It’s as if he had locked them.

“Yeah they kind of get like that, it’s fine.” You tried to keep your voice steady but half way through your affirmations it betrayed you and broke down to a whisper.

“I know, they always are… when, you know… makeup.”

You hummed, not even trusting yourself to say a simple “ah”. His hand lowered and put his phone back on your bed but you still couldn’t rip your eyes from his. Not when his hand fell back down to his side, not when he softly took one step towards you, or another, not even when you took a step backward, bumping into the nightstand. He noticed your move and stopped. “Can I…?” His voice was now no louder than halfway between a whisper and mutter. And he stayed where he was.

He stopped, because you stepped back. You felt your head slightly nodding, eyes still glued to him, even when he began moving towards you again in slow, careful steps. It somehow seemed like both an eternity and only an instant before he was standing right in front of you, close enough for you to lift your hand only a few inches and touch his side. You could feel his breath fan over your face and your eyes finally broke from his as his hands softly touched your wrists. He was so close…

“You’re so beautiful.” Your wide eyes flew back to his face and you blinked. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears and his hands lightly brushed up your arms, and as they rested on the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks and running his thumbs under your eyes, you felt your hands move of their own accord and grip the sided of his hoodie.

“You…” the word squeaked out and fell short, you were speechless. You couldn’t make sense of any of this in your head, confused at exactly what the hell was happening. Had you fallen asleep waiting for him to get here? That could’ve definitely happened, right? “Is this a dream?”

His eyes narrowed with a tiny smile that pulled at the corners of his lips and whispered out the word “no”. God, you wanted to feel them. Taste them. His face got ever so closer to yours and now it was clear that there was only one thing either one of you wanted to do, but your brain set off an alarm. You looked back into his eyes. “We probably shouldn’t…” He looked back at you.

“Probably not.” You could almost feel his lips forming those words, all you had to do was push forward less than an inch. And then-

“Because work…” you almost kicked yourself, but you didn’t even have to. Your hands betrayed your words by falling flat against his waist and resting there.

“Yeah… it um…” he swallowed and his tongue darted out over his lips, his hands starting to leave your face and your brain shouted out that no, that’s not what you really wanted.

But he was an idol. Dating ban or not, work relationships could get messy. That’s if he wanted a relationship. What if this was all just… chemicals? Or hormones, or really just the excitement of it all. You two definitely shouldn’t.

His eyes flickered down to your lips once, twice more. He sighed heavily and all he could think of to mutter were three words.

“Oh, fuck it.”

His lips were on yours. His hands moved to the back of your head and neck and they were holding your face so close it was almost crushing you, but that was nothing. That didn’t matter. It was as if he had been under water and your lips were his salvation, the first gulps of air that he needed so desperately. All of your senses were screaming and you couldn’t believe what was happening. He was kissing you. His lips were pushing and caressing at yours and you were kissing him back, your hands sliding up to land on his chest and grip his shirt to pull him closer, you needed him closer. He allowed his hands to fall and his arms circled your waist to do just that and your arms looped around his neck. You could taste his lips and feel his embrace. The smell of him seemed to envelop you, working its way into your nose through rushed inhales and intoxicating you, almost overwhelming you, as if every single nerve in your body was on fire. Flames that melted you into him and then finally consumed you until he was the only thing that remained. You barely registered as he started to turn you, your feet shuffling with his, and your lips disconnected just enough for him to lightly push you back. You allowed your body to stumble backwards and fall onto the bed with the rumpled up covers but only for an instant before slightly pushing yourself up to reconnect with his lips, as if you were addicted to their dance, and he followed you back down as he climbed onto the bed after you. His hand slid under your waist and picked you up just enough to help move you more onto the mattress as his body followed. Wherever you would have gone, he would go. In that moment he would have gone to the ends of the earth with you, but then again, he had been that way for a while now.

He had been just as hungry for this. Every early morning he would try to not stare at your masked face and imagine your lips underneath the thin fabric. He would picture them, parted slightly as you concentrated on doing your job, which you always did perfectly. Every time you touched up his makeup between sets, maybe adding something if the next outfit called for it. The adrenaline in his system from performing made him not want to care about the makeup, just drag you into his arms and tug the mask down and… He doesn’t know where he got the guts to actually kiss you. But with the way you were sucking on his lips and desperately pulling him closer, shit, he’s glad he did.

His arms were on either side of your head, caging you in, and your fingers found their way into his hair, tangling the soft strands and tugging. You heard a deep moan emanate from his chest and he kissed you harder, sliding his tongue across your lip and tilting his head as you opened your lips wider, allowing him in. As his tongue overtook yours you let out a small whimper, again, wanting to somehow be closer than you two already were. Bodies flush together, moving and complementing one another, the kisses grew more urgent, and his lips left yours, but only to trail his love down to your neck. As he let his tongue run over your skin he lightly sucked and you had to call on every single ounce of willpower you had to to quietly call out his name. He stopped and took his face away, breathing into your cheek, and you knew that he knew. He couldn’t leave any trace of this. No matter how badly he wanted to. Neither of you could. You guided his face back to you and kissed him once more, less hurried than before, and in that moment you tried to pour every single emotion that you were feeling into his lips.

Your faces grew apart and you got the guts to look into his eyes, seeing that his pupils were blown out probably just as much as yours. Your eyes fell shut and you let your head rest against the bed, trying to control your breathing. You didn’t want this to be a one time thing. You wanted it to be more than that, and more than just kisses and bodies touching. You wanted that so badly. What if he didn’t? Your lips opened and you inhaled to ask, but your breath fell short as you felt him tilt his head up and press a kiss softly to your forehead. And then slowly he shifted and placed one on your left cheek, then the right, the tip of your nose, your chin, and then one last one back to your lips. Your heart all but exploded and somehow you just knew that he felt the same way you did. That this was more than just skin deep.

“Hey,” he whispered. Your eyes opened and met with his. “We’ll figure something out. Okay?” Your smile pushed to your eyes and there was only one response you could come up with.

“Okay.”

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azucarian · 3 years

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ok so back at the request before about the toman's big sis secretly dating ran.. maybe you can write a part two and toman's reactionn ig

hehe thank youuu <33

Since there's already a part 2 regarding Toman's big sister getting married to Ran, part 3 (this part) will be a prequel of sorts - I’ve also made the decision to include Izana and Kakuchou’s big sister meeting her hubby, Wakasa :) Enjoy!

PS; you can find all the previous parts of this mini story on my masterlist (linked below) under headcanons ~

This is the story of how their big sister met the love of her life

Characters - All of Toman, Ran Haitani (ft. Rindou Haitani), Izana Kurokawa, Kakuchou Hitto, Wakasa Imaushi

FEMALE READER

Masterlist

TOMAN BOYS + RAN HAITANI

✰ you both probably met in a pretty... intense way - as toman's big sister it takes a lot to impress you, and, as a haitani, it takes a lot of catch ran's interest

✰ you probably got into a fight and him and rindou, with a sense of duty to "protect" you, stepped in - although they only got to kick a little bit of ass bc our (name) is a girl boss?? duh

✰ ran, right there and then, asks for you number and rindou is just like — "wait wtf, ran you don't know her!"

✰ rindou is even more screamy and confused when you're just like — "yeah sure, why not, you seem interesting"

✰ ran has the biggest grin that day and nothing, not a single mf thing, is gonna bring him down <<33 serotonin filled to the brim

✰ y'all text for like, 4 hours and then go on a late night bike ride date - and, yes, you're driving the motorbike

✰ ran with his arms wrapped around your tummy to stabilise himself?? hell to the fuckin yes - even more good vibes when he rests his chin on your shoulder and laughs so you can feel the vibrations on your back

✰ crazy teens will do crazy teen things and, by the end of the week (and a lot of heart warming dates later) you're both dating

✰ rindou adores you - moreso than he thought he would tbh, goes so soft when you call him "baby haitani" and "lil bro" bc?? you've already accepted him into your life and you genuinely want to be like a big sister to him (it's not like you have other middle/high schoolers to babysit lolol)

✰ you and ran also, with no doubt in my mind, have fight-dates; it’s like fight club, but just for you two, and no one else is a willing participant ✰ RULE NUMBER ONE OF FIGHT CLUB; NO ONE TALKS ABOUT FIGHT CLUB - that’s why the toman boys will have a hard time actually finding out you’re both dating HAHSH

✰ you spend a lot of nights with them because you live alone in some shitty boxed in studio apartment - you end up selling the place and you move in with ran and rindou (the two are so overjoyed like?? i can’t explain the genuine J O Y on these boys faces)

✰ tbh when you both explain how you meet to other people they just look at you with absolute disbelief and literally say “yeah, you two won’t last long - you rushed into it” ✰ yeah suck it mfs, they married in the future <33 die respectfully

✰ do your parents hate him? i mean, graves can’t talk so you don’t know (pls laugh, i’m funny) ✰ he gapes at you when you introduce him to your parents graves - but you tell him it’s okay to laugh, because you wanted to make him laugh and he fuckin’ loses it ✰ tells rindou about it and the kid is pissing himself laughing - becomes his favourite moment of yours ✰ but both of them visit your parents grave and pay their respects every two weeks because they’re adorable <33

✰ your guys’ early relationship is unmatched, it’s crazy but cute and literally unattainable because people like this ARE SO HARD TO COME BY IRL </3

IZANA + KAKUCHOU + WAKASA

✰ okay to begin with, wakasa is a dilf and i take no second opinions (i mainly kin this idea because of a hc i read about dilf wakasa and his gf reader meeting wakasa’s ex-wife - written by @vquacki tysm for feeding me great content)

✰ when you first met him it’s because he had his son, shini, over for the weekend but the 5 year old wandered away from wakasa when he had his back turned - and you just so happened to stumble into the lost toddler

✰ you wait with shini for almost 3 and a half hours before wakasa finds you - the little brat walked nearly 4 blocks and wakasa was freaking out ✰ you recognise him and greet him - because you knew shinichiro as a result of izana, you also knew all the old black dragons members and had a weird friendship with them ✰ when he tells you that the kid you’ve been stuck babysitting for the past 3 and a half hours is his- Ohhhh boy ✰ you definitely lecture him and, although he wants to tell you to stfu, he completely understands why

✰ so yes, you’re the hot step-mom <33 shini didn’t want to leave you and consistently bugged wakasa to invite you over so he could play with you, especially because his mom was picking him up tomorrow ✰ that’s when you realise he’s a part-time single father and you feel a little bad for being hard on him

✰ but he abides by shini’s wishes and invites you over for tea as an apology, and a thank you for looking after his son - and that’s how it all started

✰ this rekindled an odd sense of love in his heart - one he hadn’t felt since he met his ex-girlfriend, shini’s mother ✰ he’s not stupid, he knows he loves you

✰ after a few weeks of talking, he asks to take you out on a date (with shini third wheeling) and y’all go to the zoo ✰ this is the first time that shini called you ‘mama’!

✰ his bio mom was not happy - she picked shini up after the weekend and after shini said “bye mama!” she deadass got so pissed off, accusing you of trying to take her son away etc. ✰ she even threatened to make sure wakasa would never see shini again unless he got you out of his life

✰ heartbroke <//3 ✰ but guess tf what motherfuckers ✰ wakasa and no bitch >:) literally took her to court and everything - now he has full custody over shini after a few things about his mom came to light and they deemed her unfit as his full-time guardian

✰ you guys officially got together after all of this - and you became shini’s full time step mother, and when i tell you kakuchou and izana adore shini <33 it’s so wholesome cri

✰ your guys’ early relationship is really stressful and i think you’d both argue a lot as a result of wakasa’s ex being consistently persistent with hating you - but you guys love each other, and that love never fails to heal small fractures in your relationship

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev #wakasa imaushi #ran haitani #rindou haitani #izana kurokawa #kakuchou hitto

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isletakebarzal · 3 years

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So It Goes... | mat barzal x oc | 1

a/n: I'm too mentally ill to write like a 10K part like some of y'all on this hellscape, so please enjoy a humble 3K of my blood sweat and tears!!!!!!! the first little part is the blurb from the teaser, so make sure to read past that if u recognize it :)

summary: mat and murphy are simping for each other, but they're too fucking dumb to notice. a puckbunny to wag pipeline romance.

warnings: cheesy flirting, a simping hockey, implied reference to off-screen sex, the Chicago Blackhawks

(also, I wrote this before Adam Boqvist was traded from the hawks so y'all finna just have to roll with it)

Mat.

He was on a goddamn plane again. For the third time this month, he was on his way to Chicago. He didn’t even like Chicago. But who is in Chicago? Murphy. Murphy lives in Chicago now, which means he has had to make up three different excuses as to why he had to be in Chicago.

At first he would blame it on the really good sex. The really, really good sex. Like…being ridden like a mechanical bull at a dive bar in Texas good sex. But now? 6 months later, he thinks he’s just pathetic. Not that he’d admit that.

She thinks he’s in town for a meeting with a new agent in Chicago, which isn’t a lie, necessarily. His previous agent just stepped away from the business due to his wife having his third child and giving him an ultimatum of ‘get your ass home or get your ass a new wife.’ And anyone could guess which option he chose.

The teeny-tiny, only there if you squint fib is that this agent would’ve flown anywhere to meet Mat. Literally, that’s what this guy told him over the phone. The sane thing for Mat to have done would be to suggest he meet him in New York, where he lives.

Not Chicago where his bone buddy lives.

But again, being that this is his third flight to Chicago in the last month, and 12th over the last 6 months…Mat hardly considers himself sane.

Murphy.

She’s waiting for him at the airport when he lands.

She’s waiting for him at the airport when he lands, as if she’s his fucking girlfriend. It’s absolutely ridiculous—her best friend Mallory made sure she knew that. But when she got the text 3 hours ago that Mat was boarding a plane to Chicago and asking if she could pick him up in exchange for at least three orgasms…what the fuck was she supposed to say? No?

Please.

There’s not a sane woman in the world who would say no to an evening with Mat Barzal. Especially since she didn’t even have to call her go-to-girl for an emergency wax this time, since she saw him, like, a week and a half ago.

They have a routine now when Mat comes into town. He texts her, Murphy picks him up at the airport, they go back to her place and order takeout, and then they have obscene sex until they are immobile.

It’s a sweet deal, if you ask Murphy. There are no strings attached (uhh), no feelings involved (ehh), and it’s completely casual (wellll). She just happens to be free at a moment’s notice every time Mat has to fly to Chicago for business.

You know, casually.

Murphy.

He texts her when the plane lands, so she finds a place to wait at the baggage claim. They’ve figured out by now that if he flies into Midway and not O’Hare, he’s less likely to get recognized since it’s a smaller airport. After a few minutes of waiting, she sees him riding down the escalator towards her. He’s in grey joggers and a black Adidas sweatshirt, and his hair is hanging messily over his forehead. Her stomach flips. Fuck.

Murphy shakes it off as her phone vibrates in the back pocket of her denim jeans. She pulls it out to answer it, seeing his name flash on the screen over a close up photo of his thighs.

‘It’s my favorite photo of you,’ she had told him when he asked why she picked that one.

‘It’s a photo of my thighs in spandex shorts…’

‘Right, so you see my point.”

“I see you,” Mat says before she gets a chance to say hello. Murphy laughs, waving at him from the bottom of the escalator. “I’m hurt you didn’t think to get me flowers or even make a ‘welcome back Mat!’ sign.”

Murphy rolls her eyes playfully, hearing his chuckle over the line. “Is it not enough that I am picking you up from your red-eye flight on a Friday night, Mathew? Am I not enough?”

Mat steps off the escalator and hangs up on her without responding.

“Hey! That was rude!” She exclaims walking towards him to bridge the few feet of space between them.

“You’re more than enough,” he says, dropping his duffle on the ground and pulling Murphy into a tight hug. Murphy tries not to read too much into his words...or think about the strength of his hug...or the proximity of his body to hers…

Fuck.

“Did you have a good flight?” Murphy asks, trying to segue into normal conversation, and thankfully Mat obliges. She’s figured out 3 months into their...entanglement...that it’s easier to avoid any and all references to feelings when it comes to Mat.

“Slept the whole way,” he comments. “Hoping that it will save me some jet lag so that we can hang out tonight.”

Hang out.

“Good, wouldn’t want you falling asleep while we’re hanging out.”

Mat groans, releasing her from the hug. “God, that was one time. One time!”

“Yeah, while I was doing my best work!” she jokes.

He smirks. “Couldn’t have been your best work if I was able to fall asleep, Smurph.”

Murphy delivers a punch to the arm causing Mat to laugh. “Get your shit and let’s go, asshole.”

***

Mat.

He’s winded.

The man is literally an athlete for a living, and he is winded after just one round with Murphy. He could blame it on it being a while (a week and a half since he was last in Chicago...okay, maybe he can’t), but he knows that she’s just that good. They are just that good at fucking each other.

Mat thanks god that he took a nap on the plane so that he could stay up with Murphy. Or rather, keep up with Murphy and her insatiable sex drive. He doesn’t know how he found her, how their paths somehow crossed, or what he did to deserve even a sliver of her attention and affection, but he hopes he never has to let her go.

And that’s the thing. He doesn’t want to let her go. For the first time in his life, he wants to be exclusive with someone--to commit to someone. Specifically, Murphy. But (of course, because it’s just his luck) Murphy isn’t the kind of girl to be tied down to one dude. She told him as much when they first met, and he respects that she wants to fuck around. Hell, he did too until he met her.

So, this is how it has to be for him. Making any excuse to fly his ass to Chicago to be with her and soaking up every minute with her that he can get.

“Wanna go again?” She asks him, rolling onto her stomach and propping her chin up with the heels of her hands. “I’ll let you be on top this time.”

Mat quirks a brow. “You’ll let me be on top?”

“Yes,” she bats her eyelashes. His tingles all the way to his toes.”

He scoffs playfully, “Gee, don’t let me burden you with my pleasure.”

Murphy rolls her eyes, “Save the drama, Mathew. You get plenty of pleasure when I’m riding you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t get to kiss you when you’re way up there,” he replies.

“Kiss me? You wanna be on top so you can kiss me?”

He shrugs, “What can I say? I like the intimacy.”

“Mat Barzal, who knew you were such a softie.”

Murphy lifts a hand to pinch his right cheek, and Mat takes the opportunity to grab her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. Then her wrist.

The twinkle in her eye returns--the one that he has started to notice sometimes whenever he’s sweet to her. The one that gives him a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, she might actually feel the same way he does.

He uses his leverage to flip Murphy on her back and he rolls half of his body onto hers, slotting his right thigh between her legs. Her already flushed (and very naked) chest gets a little pinker.

Good.

He intertwines her soft fingers with his and pushes their joined hands towards the pillows under her head. Bringing his lips right to hers, so close that if they just puckered they would be touching, he whispers, “I am anything but soft right now.”

A sharp inhale of shared oxygen is the only response from Murphy. He can see her eyes widen as he shifts his thigh between her legs to stir up a bit of friction, and she lifts her hips involuntarily.

His eyes flicker from hers to her lips, then he brushes their noses together. Mat presses his lips to hers gently, barely, until she pushes forward to deepen the kiss. He can’t help but smile before kissing her again, dipping his tongue between her lips.

She lifts her hips again and he flexes his thigh for her to get what she needs. To use him as she likes. He releases her hand in favor of holding her left cheek as he kisses her more. Mat takes his time, moving his lips slowly to intensify the moment, and he brushes his thumb over her cheekbone.

Mat finally pulls back from her lips, looking into her eyes again and finding that twinkle. That flicker of something more. He feels something shift--inside of him, between them. He doesn’t know the difference anymore, but the something shifts like fucking plate techtonics and it feels bigger than anything he’s ever felt before, like, ever.

And he panics.

“Told ya,” he balks, rolling off of Murphy and onto his back again. His body immediately regrets it, but he doesn’t know what else to do. He doesn’t dare look at her reaction, but he hears a deep exhale from Murphy’s side of the bed.

She clears her throat, “Sure did.”

***

Murphy.

Murphy wakes up exhausted on Saturday morning. Usually she’s well rested after a night with Mat, fucking eachother comatose. But now that she’s thinking about it, she doesn’t think her brain stopped spinning for more than 30 seconds during the night.

She couldn’t stop thinking about him. Or them, really. Murphy has known she was fucked for him for the last few months, but something about last night sent her into a spiral. The way he looked into her eyes and held her and brushed her cheek.

What the fuck was that bout?

Sure, they’ve teetered the line between fuckbuddies and intimacy before, but last night Mat launched a hand grenade at the line and blew it the fuck up.

The problem, however, isn’t that they crossed into new territory. It’s that she liked it.

Mat stirs next to her, rolling over on his side and throwing an arm over her middle. He pulls her close to his chest, nuzzling his nose in her temple.

Fuck.

“Morning Smurph,” Mat nuzzles closer. “Sleep okay?”

Murphy nods, trying not to tense her body. “Like a baby.”

Mat chuckles. “Same. Always do after a night with you.”

“Listen,” Murphy starts, pulling out of Mat’s grasp and sitting up in the bed. He rolls over, a bit startled by the sudden movement. “I’ve got some errands I have to run, so I’ve got to get up.

She gets out of the bed and grabs his sweatshirt that was discarded on the floor as soon as they stepped into her bedroom last night.

“Oh?” Mat replies with a yawn. “I was hoping we could hang out today. I feel like I only ever get to see you between the hours of 10pm and 7am.”

Murphy steps into a thong and a pair of biker shorts. “I know, but you know how it goes.” She tries her best to brush him off, hoping that he’ll stick to their status quo they’ve been adhering to for the last 6 months. The same one she’s been adhering to with Adam for the last two years.

Adam.

The Chicago Blackhawk.

The reason she could never even consider taking it further with Mat.

“Besides, don’t you have a meeting today? Isn’t that why you’re here?”

Mat stutters, “Oh, oh yeah. Right. I should probably get going, too.”

Murphy watches from the bathroom mirror as Mat pulls on his clothing from the night before. The morning light gives her a glimpse at his toned chest and strong arms in a way that the glow of the midnight oil doesn’t allow.

Mat looks around the floor of the room, obviously searching for something, then makes eye contact with Murphy in the mirror.

“You know, if you keep taking my sweatshirts, I’m going to have to walk out of here shirtless. That wouldn’t keep us under wraps like you want, now would it?” Mat teases.

He’s been teasing her about it ever since she asked him to keep their…arrangement…to himself six months ago. She thought he would appreciate that she isn’t a clout chaser, but it turns out he couldn’t care less if people know who he’s fucking.

In reality, Murphy has been hoping that no one--especially not the Blackhawk players--would ever find out that her legs are spreading for a player of an opposing team. Despite the fact that she can’t commit to a relationship to save her life, she’s nothing if not loyal to her team.

Well, she used to be loyal. Before she met a particular Islander player.

“Murphy?” Mat calls to her, pulling her out of her daze.

“Hmm?”

“You alright?” He asks, furrowing his brows. “You know I’m just playing around, right? I totally get why you don’t want our...whatever getting out.”

Murphy nods, a smile forming on her lips. “Yeah, I know. Thanks, Mat.”

Mat smiles back. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“For sure.”

“Now, as much as I love seeing you in this,” he stalks towards her, a smirk painting his face as he points to the sweatshirt swallowing upper body. “I really am going to need this back.”

“Oh, this?” Murphy looks down at the sweatshirt, feigning innocence. “You need this back?”

“Mhmm.”

“Alright then,” she grabs the hem of the sweatshirt, slowly pulling it up her body and making a show of it.

Mat groans as Murphy removes the sweatshirt completely, revealing her bare chest. She holds it out for Mat to grab, but he’s too busy staring.

“Damnit, Smurph, how am I supposed to leave now?”

She tosses the sweatshirt over his shoulder and saunters out of the bathroom, feeling his eyes on her as she goes. “That doesn’t sound like my problem, Mathew.”

Murphy walks to her closet, picking a different sweatshirt off a hanger and putting it on. A different sweatshirt, but still one of Mat’s. The deep exhale that he releases lets her know he notices.

“You’re evil.” He deadpans.

She walks back over to him, still standing in his spot in her room, and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“Lock up on your way out, yeah?” she replies with a wink, grabbing her phone and pair of sneakers off the floor, leaving her apartment before he even has a chance to respond.

She waits until she’s in the elevator to even take a breath, then she immediately calls her best friend. Mallory answers on the second ring.

“It’s 8am Murph, shouldn’t you be with Barzy?”

“Mallory,” she nearly whimpers. “I’m so fucked.”

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hahahahahhahahahahhahahahahhahaha! someone please affirm my story i need some encouragement to continue.

#mat barzal #mat barzal fic #mat barzal x oc #nhl fic #hockey fic #So It Goes... fic

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crybaby-writings · 4 years

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They Get Turned Into Toddlers

i know this is something everyone writes, but the idea of writing it made me happy so this is what y'all are getting.

(i'm sorry that tamaki's is shorter than the others)

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Tamaki

Poor boy

He's so small, and the second his little mind registers what's happening he starts crying

No one touch him, because he will scream

It takes forever to calm him down, and he still isn't too sure about anyone around him

He recognizes Mirio, his childhood best friend, as someone who he's safe with

The first thing he actually says is "how did you get so big, Mirio?"

Tamaki is one of those kids who is very easy to forget about because of how quiet he is

If you take him to the park, he's just going to sit in the sandbox and watch the butterflies the whole time

Baby boy loves him some butterflies

He insists that you're a princess/prince

Over all, 10/10 precious baby

Kirishima

Kirishima is an easy kid to take care of

He likes juice boxes, animal crackers, and coloring

You're his favorite person, hands down, because to him you just seem like the coolest human ever

Give him some paper and some crayons, and by the time class is over for the day he's drawn and colored a picture for everyone he comes in contact with

His little tounge sticks out when he's concentrating

Kirishima loves, loves, loves to sing

He skips down the hallway singing some little song he made up

He'll squat down like a little duck and carefully pick up bugs and move them out of harm's way

Sesame Street king, okay?

He shares, he cares, and he's all about making new friends

That's the Sesame Street way, and he lives by that

Denki

This kid is an absolute riot

He'll try to eat anything he can get his tiny hands on

Paper? Yum.

Books? Absolutely delicious.

Glitter? That shits down the hatch.

He will literally climb the curtains

Laughs when he sticks his finger in an outlet

Hyperactive to the extreme

He has a hard time reading books or counting numbers off a page

(HC that Denki is dyslexic)

He's so much fun

Dance parties are his middle name

"Come dance with me, (Y/n)! Your stinky homework can wait until later!"

He'll only fall asleep if you're holding him, and he can be touching your arm or something

Never really grew out of that "skin to skin contact" thing that babies do to help them sleep

Shinsou

Shinsou is a good kid

He's pretty quiet for a five year old

Please play hero's with this boy

His Allmight is Eraserhead

He loves to sit out teddy bears so he can read to them

Junie B Jones is his shit, okay?

He loves to pretend cook for you, so please eat the imaginary pancakes he made just for you

Shinsou is a huge fan of hugs, and cuddles

He'll play, and play, until he just lays on the couch and passes out from exhaustion

His smiles are the cutest things ever

When he finds out his favorite hero is your teacher he starts practically bouncing off the walls

He's like, vibrating the entire time you're in class because his favorite hero is right there

He likes to brag at lunch about how his hair matches Aizawa's, and it's so wholesome

Aizawa

Aizawa is a shy kid

He gets scared really easily

He won't talk, and he's always either hiding behind you or hiding his face in your neck

He likes to color a lot

Is a huge fan of dinosaurs, believe it or not

Just let him dress himself

It's not worth the fight, just to get him in some decent looking clothes

Thinks Yamada is annoying

(But secretly thinks he's really cool)

He knows how to braid hair, and calls it his "secret talent"

Insists on sitting at your desk when you're teaching so he can "do grades"

Just give him some scribbled on paper, and a crayola marker and he's good to go

He'll tug on your shirt until you lean down, just so he can make sure you know when someone is being bad

He's not a tattletale, he doesn't want anyone to get in trouble either, but he fully understands that you work hard and should be respected the same way you respected them

His favorite snack is goldfish, and water

Despite his... interesting fashion choices, he's a pretty simple kid

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mokuhchi-manuscripts · 3 years

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Summer Troupe with an S/O who Shares the Same Hobby

A/N: For Kumon's, I say baseball but please know I mean baseball AND softball, I just didn't want to keep writing 'baseball/softball'. Hope that's okay! Hope y'all like it!

CW(s): none

❂ Tenma Sumeragi - Acting

Tenma thinks it’s really interesting that the two of you are into acting

He’ll definitely ask to practice scenes with you, although he seems to always get flustered when practicing romantic ones -so he just avoids eye contact because the moment he looks at you he dies inside-

If you do film acting, he’ll make sure to watch every movie you’re in no matter if you’re a lead or an extra. If you do theatre acting, he’ll try to attend as many of your performances as he can. If you just like acting but don’t really participate in anything, he’ll still support you and love practicing with you

If you need to practice for an audition, he’d love to help you out. No matter if it’s critiquing a performance or helping you practice dialogue, he’ll do anything to help you be successful

“Hey Tenma, can you help me?”

“Yeah, sure, what do you need help with?”

“I have an audition coming up and I need to work on this dialogue with someone.”

“Sure, I’ll gladly help.” You went over to sit next to Tenma and shared a script between the two of you. You couldn’t help but notice how his ears turned red from the proximity. The two of you went back and forth reading the dialogue, Tenma giving pointers at times on which emotion you should convey when, when to pause, and how to effectively give the best performance you could give. Even if he could be a bit redundant at times with his pointers, he did it out of love for you and hope for your success as he knows how amazing you are, and he wants everyone else to be able to know too.

If he ever has the opportunity to act with you, he’ll take it in a heartbeat. He’d absolutely love to work with you no matter what type of acting it is

Tenma is one of your main supporters in your acting career, and you can bet that he will stay by your side through all of it

❂ Yuki Rurikawa - Fashion and Sewing

Yuki loves that you’re good at fashion; I mean, he never has to worry about whether or not you look fashionable so he knows you two are always the cutest people in the room

If you ever make him clothing in his style he’ll feel incredibly honored that you took the time to make something for him that he’d actually wear

If either of you are struggling to pick an outfit for the day, the other will help and throw out ideas

Yuki was amazing at fashion. He knew it, you knew it, and most people knew it. No matter the type of fashion, he could easily put together a concise outfit in every style that would accentuate everyone’s so-called good side. So on days like today when you had no clue what to wear, Yuki was the person you went to. You hit the video call button next to his contact and waited for him to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?” Yuki answered the phone.

“Hey, Yuki! I’m not too sure what to wear today so I was wondering if you could help.”

“Sure, I’d love to. What are you thinking so far?” You set down your phone as he spoke and held up the outfits you were thinking about.

“Right top with left bottoms would look good. They’d look really good with that one pair of shoes you own too…”

If you enjoy sewing and are good at it, you can bet that Yuki is making you help him with costumes.

If you help with sewing the costumes, you’ll most likely befriend Taichi as well and the three of you may become quite close due to the amount of time you spend together

❂ Muku Sakisaka - (Shoujo) Manga

Muku is ecstatic that you also love manga, specifically shoujo

He’ll invite you to the shoujo manga club meetings he has with Sakyo and Kazunari so all of you can talk about that meetings manga

If you actually attended, he’d be so beyond himself with excitement that he’d be basically vibrating the whole time (Kazunari thinks it’s sweet how happy you make Muku)

He’ll give you so many recommendations that he won’t expect you to read them all, but if you do he’ll be so happy

He’d love it if you gave him recommendations too! Muku would be sure to read your favorite mangas so he can talk with you about them

“Hey Muku! Look at this new manga I found! I think you’d enjoy it!” you said, walking into his room.

“Oh, hey! What’s the manga called?” he perked up at the sound of your voice and began making his way over to you.

“It’s this manga called Wotakoi: Love is Hard for an Otaku?”

“Oh, I've heard of it!”

“Really? Would you like to read it? I have the whole set if you’d like to borrow it.”

“I’d love to! Oh my gosh, I’m so excited to read this!”

“I’ll bring it over tomorrow then if that’s alright.

He just feels so accepted with you since you have the same interest in manga and he feels like he can be his full authentic self with you, just as he can be with his troupe

❂ Misumi Ikaruga - Triangles

Misumi is ecstatic to find someone with the same passion for triangles as him

He definitely calls you his triangle, and it makes him happy beyond belief you understand how much that means to him personally as you also love triangles

If you call him your triangle, he will positively melt on the spot and cover you in small kisses

Triangle hunting dates! The two of you will most definitely go out together to search for the shape

Be ready to be gifted so many triangle things- you can hardly believe how many items he finds especially to gift you but that’s Misumi for you

“I brought you a gift!” Misumi said one day as he walked into your room.

“Really?” you said, excited.

“Mhm! Close your eyes and put your hands out.” You complied with Misumi’s orders as you buzzed with anticipation. You felt a light object be placed into your hands as you heard Misumi shuffle closer to you. “You can open your eyes now.” When you did, you spotted a triangle shaped charm with a heart on the inside in your palms. You reflexively clenched your hands and held the charm to your heart. “Do you like it?” he asked. You could almost hear a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Misumi, I love it.” a smile broke out onto his face as he heard you say that.

“Really!? That makes me so happy!” he said as he pulled you into a hug.

The rest of the company find it so odd that Misumi is dating someone with the same love of triangles as him, but at the very least the find it cute and mildly entertaining

❂ Kazunari Miyoshi - Painting

Kazunari thinks it’s so cool that you like painting as much as him!

Get ready for painting dates where the two of you just talk about everything and nothing while working on your own projects

Do you know that old social media trend where people would paint on their significant other’s back? Yeah, he’d definitely love for the two of you to do that and take a picture so he can post it on Instablam

If he’s ever stuck on a project, he’ll ask you for help

You walked into Kazunari’s room and saw his head on his desk. Before you approached your boyfriend you waved to Muku who gladly said hello.

“He’s struggling.” Muku said as he climbed down his ladder and left the room. You just nodded in acknowledgement, grabbed a chair, and went to sit next to Kazunari. “I need help.” he whined, placing his head on your shoulder in an attempt to get your attention.

You placed a kiss on his cheek and then spoke, “what is it?”

“I can’t think of an idea for the next play’s poster.

“Okay, what’s the play about?” He explained the entirety of the plot in one fell swoop, and in the back of your mind you couldn’t help but applaud Tsuzuru at his creativity.

“Okay, so I was thinking…”

If you’re ever stuck on a project, he will also always help!

If you ever need any critique he’d love to go over your works with you, and he’d also love to receive constructive criticism when he asks for it

He just loves dating someone with the same passion for art he does since you can understand where he’s coming from a bit better when it comes to talking about it

❂ Kumon Hyodo - Baseball

Although Kumon doesn’t play baseball anymore, he still loves the fact you enjoy the sport as much as he does

If you play, he’ll definitely practice with you and attend any games he can. He’s definitely one of the loudest on the sidelines but he can’t help it! He’s so proud of you

Kumon cheered as you went up to bat. He wanted to make sure you could hear that he was there watching and supporting you. He mentally wished you good luck, but in his heart he knew you didn’t need it as the two of you had been practicing very hard. He watched as you went up to bat and he sat with baited breath and he watched as you did amazingly.

After the game he went to greet you and immediately pulled you into a hug.

“Kumon, I’m sweaty!” you protested, but the entire time you were laughing and didn’t make any move to push him away.

If you don’t play but only watch baseball, he’s still excited to have someone to talk baseball about to someone/watch baseball with

He’ll definitely invite you to any professional baseball games he gets tickets for

He absolutely loves enjoying his favorite sport with you and he hopes that you do as well

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#.fandom: A3!#.content: fluff #.media: headcanons/scenarios #.characters: Tenma Sumeragi #.characters: Yuki Rurikawa #.characters: Muku Sakisaka #.characters: Misumi Ikaruga #.characters: Kazunari Miyoshi #.characters: Kumon Hyodo #a3 x reader #tenma sumeragi x reader #yuki rurikawa x reader #muku sakisaka x reader #hisoka mikage x reader #kazunari miyoshi x reader #kumon hyodo x reader

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catgrump · 3 years

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"I Love Your Light": A Danganronpa Theatre AU Fic

I'M BACK, Y'ALL!

Welcome to a NEW Danganronpa Theatre AU fic! This is a completely new timeline, so all relationships from the previous fic are null and void. We're on a clean slate with a new production: Spring Awakening 💜

The Odd Chapters are a Komahina Story and the Even Chapters are a Saimota Story. You don't have to read all chapters if you only want to stick with one ship!

The First Chapters are available to read on AO3. I'm really excited for this one, everyone, and I hope you are, too. This also means I'm gonna get back to requests soon!!!

There are previews of each chapter under the cut!

Hajime

Sitting in this BlackBox theater, feeling the empty air of the space with its fluorescent house lights... I am so incredibly intimidated.

People are slowly arriving and taking seats... all away from me. I mean, yeah, this is my first semester here, but that isn't exactly a pleasant reminder of how alone I feel.

I'm honored that in my first semester after transferring, I've been called back for the first show I auditioned for. I didn't get too much attention at my community college's theatre program, so this is astounding. My anxiety reminds me that this is a student-directed production, though, and for some reason, the anxiety is telling me that makes the achievement less significant. I'm fighting with my thoughts as I watch people whose names I barely know-- and whose faces I barely remember-- mingle and laugh together. They've been friends for months— some probably years— and here I am... isolated.

I clung to my phone, trying to pretend I was occupied when my mind absolutely was not. And every time I glanced up from the screen, a new layer of intimidation was added to my Anxiety Parfait.

Why is everyone in this theatre program hot? There are pretty girls with shiny hair and bright eyes, and gorgeous men with sharp jawlines and alluring smiles... goddammit, my bisexual ass is getting distracted. You're here for callbacks, Hajime, you don't need to worry about that right now.

Speaking of hot people: a tall guy with a striking pastel green hair color wearing jewel tones and holding stacks of papers walked in, followed by a girl with short dark hair with boxy clothes and chunky boots, also holding papers. The guy spoke first, very loosely, yet matter-of-fact, "Alright, everyone, settle down," and like magic, everyone's attention was on him, "For those of you who don't know," I heard laughter in the crowd. Am I really the only one? "I'm Rantaro, and this is Mukuro; we're co-stage managing Spring Awakening. Congrats on your callbacks! We're just waiting on Nekomaru; he'll be here soon."

"He's a little... preoccupied," Mukuro added, "But we're gonna start handing out the sides now, so um, when you hear your name, come on down. Pay attention to the side numbers you have and who he wants you to read for."

This is a way for me to try and learn names a bit better. I have classes with these people and I still don't really know their names. "Hajime?" Oh, never mind. Fuck, I'm first. Fuck, people have to perceive me. Mukuro looked up expectantly and I got up from my chair, feeling stiff in all of my joints and sensing eyes watching and staring at the New Kid. Mukuro continued as I headed toward them, "You're gonna be reading for both."

I took the paper from her hand, quietly thanking her as I headed back to my seat. I glanced at the side in my hands and noted the names. Melchior and Moritz. Oh shit. Really? Me?

Kaito

"Oh," was what first came out of my mouth.

"Oh? Dude this is awesome; we're gonna be in another show together," Leon chuckled through his words

"It just," I paused, trying to figure out my words, "It wasn't what I was expecting."

When I read my sides for Hanschen during the callbacks, I didn't take it as seriously as I took my sides for Melchior. I knew he was the lead and I liked his music, from what I heard. I was kind of just... goofing off when I read for Hanschen. And I got it. But I don't want to seem... I don't know, ungrateful? So I said, "I wasn't expecting the new guy to get a lead."

"I mean, he was good," Leon said, and I knew he was right. I saw him read, just like Leon did. He continued, "Yeah, I'm a little disappointed to get Featured Ensemble again, but like, it's another opportunity, right?"

That's fair. Leon and I have 'competed' for the same types of roles since our first semester, and he, unfortunately, gets the short ends of the sticks. "But you kick ass in literally every role you get, dude," I tried to reassure him

"Thanks, man," He smiled, then laughed when he changed the subject, as my phone vibrated with another Snap from Shuichi, "I'm a little jealous of you, to be honest. You get to kiss Shuichi; he's cute as hell."

While he was talking, I had opened up Snapchat and was looking at a selfie of Shuichi with the caption "Congrats 😊" over his soft smile and dorky thumbs-up, followed by another Snap of him making an exaggerated embarrassed face where he hid his mouth with his polished black fingernails, with the text "check your email if you haven't already oops 😳"

"You get to kiss Shuichi; he's cute as hell" rang through my mind again. I remembered auditions when Nekomaru asked, "Are you comfortable with participating in intimacy choreography with an actor of the same sex?"

At the time, I answered "yes", assuming it wouldn't be me. Like, I assumed it wouldn't be an issue for me specifically, so I just kinda went along with it, wanting to seem agreeable, but now that this is a reality I personally have to face... it shouldn't be that big of a deal, right? Shuichi's chill; it shouldn't be too weird, right?

So why is my stomach suddenly aching when I see a third Snap from him? Why, when I open it and see another embarrassed face where he's looking at the camera with the text "I'm sorry if I ruined it!!!!", I feel my palm sweat against my phone case?

I don't kiss guys offstage and I've never had to kiss anyone onstage, so I must be nervous about that. That's gotta be it.

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Extra (Tom Holland)

A/N: What is this? I have finished something? Me?? posting?? A FIC? WHAT? Is the world actually ending!?!? I think I’m funny but I’m not, clearly. Glad to be out of my writing rot tho aha. Hope you guys like this one!

Pairing: Tom Holland x Singer!Reader

Summary: You get a sweet but very extra surprise on your birthday nearing the end of your show.

Warnings: Fluff and my usual typos

Word Count: 5.5k+

Masterlist in Bio

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The sound of your phone just going off uncontrollably was what woke you up, and you were completely sure that it wasn't your alarm.

You squint your eyes at the bright glare of the screen, a huge contrast to your still dim hotel room. You literally had just woken up hence why the curtains aren't open yet, it's still a bit too early after all.

Flicking the ringer on silent, birthday greetings and messages from friends and families were still flooding through, your phone now vibrating instead of your loud ringtone, giving your ears a break.

As you read through and responded to all of them, you couldn't help but feel a little down after you realized you haven't seen his name yet.

Of course you feel grateful for all the sweet messages everyone has sent you, your heart is melting from all the love. But there's that slight disheartened feeling that you can't seem to shake, slight worry that your boyfriend might have forgotten about your birthday.

You haven't heard from Tom since yesterday morning, which now makes it almost a full day. After he texted you that he was going to be doing a lot of stunts and is probably going to be super busy, he then just disappeared, not even slipping in a text good night. You did let it pass though, because he might have been quite knackered after the shoot.

Message to Tom: Good morning bub <3 Just checking up on you since you haven't read or replied to any of my messages at all. Hope you're okay and haven't injured yourself Thomas. I really miss you a lot and I love you loads x

Your frown could only deepen as you hit send, still no response nor any sign that he's got your messages whatsoever.

Normally, it wouldn't really be a big deal but the last you've seen him in person was three months ago. He was busy shooting the third installment of Spider-Man all while doing a few projects on the side. And you, well, you're touring around the world.

You could be patient and blame it on the time difference why he hasn't greeted yet, but he's just behind a couple hours. Tom has made it a habit of always greeting you at midnight no matter what and where, he's just cliché like that, and it was definitely passed midnight in New York.

God, you sound so much like a whiny and ungrateful brat, but you can't help it, you just miss him so much.

Maybe you've gotten so used to always spending your birthdays with him so the first time that you're celebrating it from different parts of the globe, it does makes you sad.

You did try to make ends meet, but a week before today, he's brought you the news that he can't fly out due to conflicting schedules with some of the actors he's working with, and that it's critical that he's there on the day. To be the leading role of a gigantic movie, asking a few days off is never that simple.

On the other hand, you have a show today and tomorrow, so flying to him isn't exactly ideal either. You understand of course, you are sort of in the same line of work, but still, it doesn't make you feel any less gloomy.

With one big stretch, you placed your phone back on your side table as you slowly got out of bed, opting to go and take a shower to then head down and meet the crew for breakfast.

Maybe you'll hear from him later in the day.

* * *

It was late in the afternoon and still not a single word from Tom.

You were growing worried because it was so unlike him to be very cut off and silent.

Did he lose his phone?

You tried to contact Harry—who's with Tom currently—but he too wasn't responding. Everything was just off and odd altogether, the tiny pit in your stomach only growing bigger the more you worry and think about where your man is.

"Have you heard from Tom?" You asked with furrowed brows the moment Molly, your manager approached you on stage. Your hand found its way to fish your phone out of your pocket to check it for the umpteenth time, but still, no sign of him.

You were finishing up your final soundcheck before you were off to a mini get-together—snacks and drinks included—with some of your fans. It was your alternative to a meet and greet because you'd rather hang out and have real conversations with them than the whole quick snap and go.

She shook her head at you all confused, a slight glimmer in her eyes that you didn't quite catch. "Uh no, why?"

You sighed. Tom doesn't really contact your manager unless its important matters, so you don't even know why you're asking, maybe you've just grown desperate to hear even the smallest thing from him, just anything. "Never mind. Is it time?"

"Yeah, they're all waiting for you."

You simply nodded as you followed her off stage, handing the guitar over to your guy on the way.

Walking through the hallway, you kept your head down, eyes glued to your phone as you respond to more messages from people, but also checking if Tom has come back from ghost town.

You were aimlessly following Molly to wherever room or space they set up the get-together in, just watching her shoes and never looking up from your device. That, until you heard a few shuffling of rushed feet and a door being slammed shut.

"What was that? And what's in here?" You asked, eyes now trained on a door of what looks like another dressing room. Molly continued walking, so you kept following but with your gaze still glued to the door, curios as to what's going on inside because you definitely can hear a bit of ruckus.

"Oh just the staff, that's one of their rooms." She answered casually, not even bothering to give you or the room a glance.

"Is it weird if I just go inside and say thank you? Would that be too... intrusive?" You pondered, halting in your tracks as you contemplated on knocking. You just wanted to extend your gratitude for all their hard work, but you aren't sure if they were comfortable with you suddenly just strolling in.

"It's not weird at all hun, but you've got a schedule." She smiled at you sweetly, nodding her head towards the direction of the get-together.

"Oh right, yeah, let's go."

You gave the door one last look before turning on your heel to follow Molly once again, up until you reached another space covered in curtains. And the moment your bodyguard pulled it open, wide smiles on faces greeted you as they all sang in tune.

"Happy birthday to you!"

You laughed as you shyly shook your head at them. Warmth coated your whole body in an instant as love and pure adoration radiated off of the space, off of your fans.

You did as much as wave your fingers in the air as they sang, serving as a conductor because for the number of years you've been on this earth, you still have no idea what to do when people sing the birthday song to you.

* * *

"I can't thank you guys enough for being here with me tonight. You guys have been so incredible, you always are." You breathed out as your voice echoed throughout the whole arena. You looked at the thousands of people who came tonight to see you perform with a proud grin, their energy never wavering as they sing your songs back to you from each melody to lyric.

Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you tried to catch your breath, taking the water bottle off of the floor and lifting it up to your lips to have a quick drink.

"Now, give me everything you've got for this last song alright?" You spoke into the mic once you've rehydrated.

"Wait, wait. Don't you guys agree that Y/N is killing it tonight?" Your pianist, Sara, interrupts, the crowd cheering in agreement at her input. "And judging by today's occasion, I think we all owe her a little song." She added, earning a hearty laugh from you as you brought the mic back to your lips.

"You guys don't have to—"

"Happy birthday to you!"

The song was played no matter your protest, Sara leading the crowd as she plays the tune on her keys, the rest of the band following suit.

Your laugh bounced off the walls as you stood there in complete awe. It was a beautiful sight to see, the crowd all singing in unison, lights up in the air as they pour all their heart to the simple yet special song. The song still filling you up with joy and warmth despite having heard it countless of times for the whole day, and the fact that all these people were there for you? It was definitely the icing on the cake.

"Thank you so much you lovely people, y'all are making me emotional. And they say the best way to spend your birthdays is with the people you love and the ones who love you, and they were absolutely right. I'm so blessed to have you guys tonight, because I do love you all very much." You stated fondly the moment they finished with a loud cheer, a hand placed right atop your heart as you feel it grow ten times its size.

"Y/N, we've got another something for you." Sara spoke before you could even get another word out, hand gesturing towards the large screen right behind you.

"Oh god, is this mission make Y/N ugly cry today?" You laughed, turning around just in time too see the tour artwork turning pitch black to then be replaced by a huge countdown.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

The crowd roared in delight as Mr. Niall Horan joined with Lewis Capaldi appeared on screen, large pints of Guinness on hand with their arms around each other as they give you their birthday greeting.

"Happy birthday Y/N! But since we're halfway across the world, we'll be there with you in spirit. Also, Lewis and I decided to celebrate anyway so cheers to you and have an amazing day." Niall chuckled as he lifted his beer up. "I'll make sure to have a good drink for you Y/N! We miss ya and we love ya!" Lewis added with a cheeky grin, and you couldn't help but shake your head at the two with a big smile of your own.

You've worked with them both on a few songs, and both were the funniest yet sweetest gentlemen you've met in the industry, especially when you put the two together.

Both of them emptied their glasses as they bid their goodbyes, Niall's loud laugh echoing throughout the arena when Lewis spilled before they disappeared on screen.

The crowd went even louder once Shawn Mendes' pretty face appeared on it next, sporting his usual bright smile as he gave you his short but sweet greeting. "Happy birthday Y/N! Wishing you all the best in life since you deserve all of it! Can't wait to work with you again soon! Have fun on your birthday honey!"

You shook your head in disbelief. An amused smile was plastered on your face, still unable to fathom that a few years ago you were a huge fan of him. And now you can say you've worked with him, even call him a friend. Funny, how the universe works.

Alessia Cara came up next with a smile, wide and bright, you're heart melting to see one of your greatest and closest friends. She's just a pure and kindhearted soul, a rare beauty. "Hey there you lovely and amazing woman! Happy birthday! I miss hanging out with you a lot but I shall see you soon! Keep conquering the world Y/N! I am so proud of how far you've come and you deserve every bit of success that comes your way. Again happy birthday! Have an amazing one and I love you!" She blew you a sweet kiss and waved you goodbye, tears already brimming in your eyes at all the love and appreciation thrown your way.

Next were Zendaya and Jacob Batalon, who you've grown close with through no other person than Tom. Both were clearly on set sitting on directors' chair in their characters' outfits. Both looked a little tired but they still greeted you with wide smiles nonetheless.

"Happy birthday Y/N!" They screamed in unison. "We wished we could be there with you to celebrate your birthday but you already know how these things go." Z pouted, Jacob copying her as well and you couldn't help but giggle. "But soon when we get a break we will catch up and celebrate your birthday." Jacob added with a knowing grin. "Anyway! Duty calls so enjoy your birthday and have great one! We love you!"

Then friends and family came up on screen, ones who you've missed most having been away from them for so long and that's when you felt your heart ache a little. Happy tears were brimming in your eyes as each of them shared their lovely messages, saying how proud they are for how far you've come. And when those words come from the people who you truly care about, it means the absolute world.

The next person to share their video message didn't help with the tears either, a hushed sob escaping your lips the moment you saw his familiar face.

The crowd behind you screamed at the top of their lungs the moment Thomas Stanley Holland appeared on screen, handsome face sporting that sweet and charming smile as he sat in his trailer wearing his Spider-Man suit.

"Hello darling. My love, I'm so gutted that I'm not there so celebrate your birthday with you. If I could teleport myself by your side right now, I would in a heartbeat, but anyway, happy birthday sweetheart!" Tom exclaimed joyfully, grin all beaming and you couldn't help but miss him even more.

"Oh, where do I start? Well, I can start by saying how proud I am of you, so so proud of the gorgeous, powerful, strong and successful woman that you've grown to become. You've worked so hard to get where you are today and it fills me with so much happiness knowing that you're out there traveling the world and doing what you love the most." The crowd cooed at Tom's sweet words, your heart was already melting at the seams as more tears threaten to spill, and he wasn't even done yet.

"You deserve the whole world if not more with how kindhearted and compassionate you are. And gosh you make me feel so happy and loved. I feel so lucky to have someone like you in my life, I can't even begin to describe to you exactly how much, and if I tried? Then we'd be here for hours on end. And lastly—because I'm being called to set right now, if I wasn't I'd be talking about how amazing you are some more—I am truly, madly and deeply in love with you Y/N. You are my world and I hope I make you feel loved every single day, because you truly deserved to be."

"Tom they're waiting for you."

"Yeah, just one more minute." Tom calls out to someone off shot before his eyes landed back on the camera, staring straight at you through the screen with a guilty smile. Guilty because it pains him that he's not there with you. "I love you dearly, and I miss you so much. I'll make it up to you I promise. Once again, happy birthday to my beautiful girl and I shall see you soo—"

All of a sudden the screen went static, Tom's words being cut off as you heard nothing but white noise. Then everything just went black, the whole arena dark as the night as gasps of surprise and screams of panic echoed throughout its walls.

Tell everyone to stay calm Y/N, we're fixing things up.

Your sound guy spoke in your in-ear. You nodded despite the fact that they probably can't see you due to the darkness. Turning back around to the audience, you spoke into the mic. "I'm sorry guys, just technical difficulties. Just stay in your seats in be calm, the lights should be back on in a minute."

And as if on cue, the crowd screamed as the power turned back on. However, after a few seconds, they turned unusually rowdy, too rowdy for it to be only that reason. Slowly you got the feeling it wasn't only because of that, judging by the volume and power of their cheer, and by a few fans pointing at the stage as if they're seeing something you aren't.

For a split second, you met eyes with Molly who was right by the side of the stage. She had that all-knowing grin on her face as she pointed towards something behind you.

Confused, you turned around, jumping in sheer shock when you were met by a hanging, upside-down person dressed in a red and black Lycra suit, face all covered with a mask making the identity of the person pretty much unknown.

Your heart beat quickened as you stumbled back on your feet at the sight of the person, your brain registering it back to a specific boy—one who you saw on screen minutes ago wearing the exact same outfit—even if there was no confirmation as their face wasn't even shown. Your whole body was trembling from surprise, excitement but also worry that it might not be who you think it is under that mask.

Emotions were all over the place as you stared right at upside-down, masked-face of Spider-Man who held a birthday cupcake in hand.

"No, no, stop, please, is this a prank?" You croaked out, shaking your head as tears started to escape your eyes, question a must because you're having a really hard time believing what you're seeing.

It's been a long day, you just really wanted to make sure that what's happening is real and not just a figment of your imagination. You had to make sure that it wasn't the desperation of you missing your boyfriend painting pictures in your head. Not only that, but to really be sure that it's actually him under that mask.

"Guys! Don't even play! Please don't get my hopes up. That's a stunt double right?" You asked into the mic as you looked at your band and the rest of the crew for answers, who gave you nothing but wide smiles. You just feel like it would be too good to be true, and you really don't want to face disappointment if it wasn't him.

On the other hand, out of all the things they could have done to prank you, why would they choose this? It's a bit cruel to prank someone on their birthday now doesn't it? Especially when it involves playing with their emotions?

Unless, it's not a prank at all and you're getting way too ahead of yourself.

Mr. Spider-Man beckons you over, finger pointing at your hand to which you held the mic. With tears already clouding your vision, you moved closer slowly.

Reaching a close enough proximity, you had one hand over your mouth to silence your whimpers as the other lifted the microphone up to where Spider-Man's mouth is supposed to be. And the moment he spoke, you've lost any sense of control over your emotions or your sanity, his voice just too familiar for it to be someone else's.

"Why don't you take off the mask and find out yourself darling?"

You shook your head at the upside down boy as joyful tears streamed down your face, shaking hands lifting up to hook your fingers on the edge of the mask, pulling it down and removing it fully to reveal the face of the man you love.

"You sneaky bastard." You laughed tearfully, Tom only grinning at you all proud, his face now turning redder as the seconds pass by, being upside-down and all.

"Happy birthday sweetheart." He chuckled, offering you the cupcake, which you took gladly, balancing it with the mic on your hand. You were unable to form any more words as you stared at Tom, still unable to believe that it's actually him, and that he's here, in the flesh.

The crowd started to chant the word "kiss" over and over, making you throw your head back in pure laughter.

"We should do the kiss." Tom wriggled his eyes brows at you, mischievous smirk in play and you couldn't stop your eyes from rolling at your boy. But still, you gave in anyway as you cupped his face softly, your heart skipping a beat at the feeling of his warm skin against your palm.

You brushed the tip of your nose with his with a hum, moving closer until there was no space between you two as you captured his lips in yours, all while trying to manage the whole upside-down situation.

Tom sighed in pure satisfaction to finally feel your lips on his after months of being deprived from it, your touch making him feel like he's floating, which says a lot given the fact that he was already hanging mid-air all while being upside-down.

The kiss didn't last long though, too many prying for you two to cherish the moment. The crowd, on the other hand, cheered in amusement at the extremely cliché but sweet gesture, you and Tom giggling between the kiss at the loud support.

"Okay, I'm actually getting dizzy now." Tom laughed once you pulled away, hand gesturing for you to move just a little bit farther, and when you did, he flipped himself right-side-up with ease. A few guys then rushed on stage to help him with the wires, and once they were off, Tom turned to you with a sweet smile, face coated with wholesome contentment to finally see you in person again.

"You're actually here." You whimpered, fresh tears wetting your cheeks some more once he stood right in front of you.

"Aww darling, come here." Tom cooed with a soft chuckle, arms wrapping around your frame as he held you close to his chest, pressing a sweet kiss on top of your head. You couldn't contain your sobs as you buried your face on the crook of his neck, the smell of his perfume filling you up quickly and it only made your grip around him tighten.

You just miss him so damn much, and to actually have him here on your birthday, to be holding him so close after months, it was making every fiber of your being emotional.

"I haven't missed your birthday, not a single one, ever. Why would I start now?" He whispered against your hair, swaying you from side to side in a comforting manner, a soft sigh coming out of you as you felt your heart grow with even more love for this man.

"I still haven't decided if I hate you or love you for doing this." You giggled with tiny sniffles, pulling away to get a proper look at his handsome face, the face that you'll always be glad to see. Hate because he almost gave you a heart attack and for making you worry about him for being gone for a day, and love because, well, he's here now isn't he?

Tom only shot you a wink. "I'll tell you all about it later." He says, hand reaching down to take the microphone from you.

"Hey everyone, I'm Spider-Man." The crowd roared at that, Tom laughing in pure glee, all proud of his choice of words as he slings his arm over your shoulder and pulled you to his side. "I just want to thank you guys for supporting this amazing woman right here. I've been watching the show from the very start and you guys have been incredible."

Tom turned to look at you lovingly, smile coated with delight and adoration, voice layered with nothing but certainty. "I love this woman a lot, so thank you for making her dreams come true and for making her happy."

With just that, you were able to conjure even more tears as you looked at Tom all adoringly with a small pout. The boy stared at you with just as much love, cooing at your reaction as he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead.

How have you managed to get so lucky?

"Right, I'm done crashing your show so take it away my love." Tom finished as he handed the microphone back to you. Giving you one last warm squeeze and a peck on the lips to match, Tom was then waving goodbye to the audience and disappearing side-stage to watch the rest of the show.

Taking in deep long breaths, you turned to the audience with a laugh. "Okay, wow. Mission Ugly Cry is a success then. I haven't see him in months okay I couldn't help the tears."

"I wasn't expecting that at all as you can probably tell by my reaction. How am I supposed to top that now?" You rubbed your temple in feign worry, the audience cheering you in mere support.

You were still sniffling from all the crying along with your throat being little dry. And you were thankful for waterproof mascara otherwise you would've looked even more horrifying.

"God I'm such a mess, can I have some tissues please?" You asked, looking around the crew for help as you attempted to wipe off the tears with your fingers.

Instead of the staff, Tom ran back out with a box of tissues and a bottle of water in hand, making you shake your head in utter hilarity at how corny he is. You couldn't hold back your laughter when he handed you the box of tissues, pulled a couple pieces and held his fingers under your chin as he wiped your tears for you, all gingerly as if he was retouching your make up. After that, he opened up the water bottle to help you drink, then fixed your hair up jokingly and squeezed your nose playfully right after.

Once he was done with, he gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek, waving one last time at the crowd before returning back to side-stage.

"My new assistant everyone." You joked, keeping your eyes on your boyfriend with a grin you can't seem to wipe off. Tom mirrored your expression as he gave you two thumbs up in support for the last song, and with that you turned back to the crowd with a deep, satisfied sigh.

"Right, let's go out on a high note."

* * *

"Absolutely killed it." Tom praised, engulfing you in a warm embrace the moment you got off stage, a soft thank you coming out of you as you squeezed him back.

On your way back to your dressing room, You kept each other close, his arm slung over your shoulder with yours around his waist as you walked through the hallway.

"I'm not leaving your side by the way. I missed you too damn much and I'm not going to waste any second by being a little far from you." Tom shot you his best puppy dog eyes combined with a cute pout, a sweet giggle escaping your lips that made Tom's heart melt ten times over. "Well, I'm not complaining."

It wasn't that long of a walk from the stage to your dressing room but you had time to kill, so you turned to look at your man with a curios glint in your eyes.

"Tell me how you've managed to pull off this extremely over-the-top surprise? I mean, you could've just showed up in my dressing room and I would've cried just as much." You pointed out. Not that you didn't like what he did, you loved what just happened, every second of it, but you cannot deny that what he did was as extra and cliché as one can be.

Tom shrugged with a chuckle, "I know. But I wanted it to be special, you deserve nothing but. And you've got to admit, dangling upside-down in the middle of the stage during your show, all while dressed as Spider-Man is pretty impressive. Plus, we did the kiss. I'd say it's an amazing birthday surprise."

"It is amazing. I just happen to forget how extra you are sometimes." You teased. "I am, but you love me for it." Tom retorted back with a smirk, causing you to roll your eyes with soft laugh.

"Yeah, I do. Thank you so much bub, you always make my birthdays memorable." You sighed, wrapping both your arms around him with a smile full of gratitude. Tom planted another kiss on your forehead, a bright smile on his lips to match yours as he hummed. "Anything for my angel."

"Now, details Holland."

"Right, managed to pull some strings a a week ago and was able to ask few days off, so the whole conflicting schedule wasn't entirely a lie but it wasn't as serious as I made it out to be. Flew out last night right after the shoot. I couldn't handle just lying to you which is why I didn't respond to any of your messages in case I slip up. I'm sorry about that love."

"And then out of nowhere I thought how awesome it would be to pop up as Spider-Man in the middle of your show and do the famous kiss, so I asked Marvel a favor and thank goodness they let me borrow the suit. Called Molly to tell her about my plan, she helped quite a lot. Arrived here earlier this morning, did a test run with the wires and all that while you were still back at the hotel. Changed into the suit to then wait for the time. Oh! And if you actually looked up from your phone earlier down the hall on your way to your get-together, the whole surprise would've been ruined."

You gasped as you smacked his chest lightly. "That was you! I knew something was up." You felt really played, knowing you could've seen him if you did as much as peek up from your phone. But then again, it would've ruined the whole thing, and you really don't want to change anything that has happened today, so you're glad you didn't.

Tom could only laugh at your reaction, giving your pout a sweet peck before continuing. "The video messages were planned a long, long time ago but we made a few edits at the end of my bit to make it dramatic and here we are now."

And just as he said those last words, both of you now stood in front of the door of your dressing room. If there's one thing you always tend to be surprised about Tom, it's his impeccable timing.

"You are something else Thomas." You gushed, referring to today's escapade and just in general. You really are so lucky to have someone like him in your life, so thoughtful, caring, kind and just all around amazing.

You don't really know what came over you but the moment he opened the door to your dressing room and are your way inside, just knowing that you two were finally alone, you grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down, crashing your lips on his as you pushed him back against the door, closing it shut in the process.

Tom chuckled lowly at the sudden change in mood, hands taking home on your waist as he relished the taste of your lips, one he's missed so bad.

The thick fabric of his suit was starting to irritate him for he just wants to feel your skin on his fingertips, especially after so long of not having to touch you. It got on Tom's nerves even more when he felt it grow even tighter than it already is.

And when you started to nibble on his bottom lip as your hands inched down his body slowly, Tom groaned, pushing you away gently, just for a little room to breathe. "Darling, it's very uncomfortable, borderline painful when I get hard in this suit, you know that." He grumbled, brown eyes a shade darker as his grip on your waist tightened.

You giggled, recalling all the times you've teased him whenever you came to visit him on set. "Hmm, let's get you out of it and go back to the hotel then."

Tom's bottom lip got caught between his teeth at your suggestion, your insides churning as he looked at you lustfully, a deep rumble erupting from his chest when he said,

"We definitely should. After all, this isn't the only surprise I have in store for you sweetheart."

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Happy Easter! 🐇 [M]

Topic: You're wearing a sexy bunny costume for them on Easter Sunday!

Gender of the Reader: female

(This Scenario also has a male version!)

Word Count: ca. 500-600 words for each member

Genre: a bit Fluff; most Smut!

Warnings: Dirty Language and Dirty Talk; Petnames; Costume-Play; Pet-Play; Sex Toys; Mastubation; Kitchen-Sex; Teasing, Edging and Overstimulation; Praising; Daddy-Kink; soft Dom-/Sub-Themes; soft BDSM-Themes; Handcuffs; little bit exhibitionism; "public sex" (Sex in Garden); Breeding-/Impregnation Kink; Breeding-Dirty Talk; Mentions of unprotected Sex (please stay safe in reality, always!)

A/N: Happy Easter my Sweeties!!🐰💕

I hope you'll had/still have a great Sunday and got a lot of good food and Sweets!

I wanted to be a little Easter Bunny for you too and wrote a little smutty special! I hope y'all like it!

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Jin

You hum dreamingly to the music, that comes out of the radio behind you and swaying rhythmically your hips to the melody. While Jin is in the shower, you decided to set the dining table and cooking the eggs for the Easter breakfast.

Jin is usually the one who wakes up earlier on Sunday mornings and makes breakfast for you. You already tried your best to be a "better" girlfriend and to return the favor of a ready breakfast more often.

But you have to admit that you just love it to sleep in and you have the habit of pressing the snooze button way too often. Up to the point that the alarm clock didn't ring anymore. Maybe that's also the reason why the other days of the weeks are always a drama for you. To 95% you oversleep and only have around 10 minutes left to get ready for work and still catch your metro.

Today is Easter Sunday and as by a miracle you managed to get up earlier than Jin, to shower without him noticing and dress up in your new bought lingerie and recently ordered headband with bunny ears.

The last weeks were super stressful for Jin and there wasn't much time or motivation left for intimacy. That's why you thought Jin deserves a nice view right in the morning as a little Easter gift. Especially when you know that one of his soft spots are you in white, innocent looking lingerie...

An exited smile spreads on your lips as you hear nearing footsteps and a small gasps behind you. Seems like your plan worked out pretty well! You're about to turn around and to smile cheekily at him but there is someone, who is more than eager to get his seductive Easter gift himself.

"Is this here your way to wish me 'Happy Easter', Babygirl? You're the cutest and sexiest Easter Bunny I've ever seen...", say Jin with a breathy voice into your ear and sucks on exactly that spot under your ear that makes your legs weak in no time.

"Y-Yeah, I think so... I-I just wanted to surprise you and treat my Darling with a little gift after such stressful weeks...", you whimper and bite on your lower lip when you feel his hardening cock against your buttcheeks.

"Oh yes, Baby~ I like your little surprise really, really much! Right now, I would prefer to bend you over the kitchen counter and make you feel really good instead of eating breakfast... what do you think?"

"I hoped you would say that... because the eggs aren't ready now and need ten more minutes anyway~"

You hear an amused chuckle from behind and squirm in anticipation when Jin bend you over the counter.

"Hm, has someone here forgot to let the eggs boil right on time? How good that we know, how to use this time properly...", teases Jin and push the fabric of your lace panties out of the way.

Yoongi

You hoped, no you actually thought that Yoongi would finally take some time off for you when it's a freaking official and national holiday for everyone! But you should've known your boyfriend better.

When he "can't" get into the studio to work on his tracks without being super rude with this action, then he would take his work simply at home. Of course you understand when he has to finish a new track because he's in the flow.

But when one track is mostly finished, it leads to ideas for a new song that he has to write down in his notes. Things like this are going on and on with it.

It's damn Easter Sunday and he had left you in your shared bed at seven a.m. in the early morning to "quickly finish this one track before breakfast".

Well, it's 11:30 a.m. now and you two ate breakfast two hours ago. It's an understatement that you're frustrated. You're pretty pissed off.

Officially you wanted to be the one who got up earlier this morning because of the little Easter surprise you planned for Yoongi. You ordered cute Bunny ears a week ago and a matching set of black lace lingerie. Okay, with panties that didn't really exist, just a bit lace covers your vulva. When you tried your outfit on, it actually reminded you of a playbunny outfit.

Yoongi don't want to admit it but thanks to Namjoon you know, that your boyfriend has a little big things for sexy bunny costumes...

Planned was to seduce Yoongi with being a sexy, naughty bunny in the morning so he has to take care of his bunny girl, maybe with a hot round of sex before breakfast.

Well, it seems like you had to take care of your needs by yourself when it seems like that you're so uninteresting for your boyfriend!

Provocatively clickling with you black stilettos, you stalk into the living room to the dining table where he sits. You place yourself next to him, directly onto the table and watch him a few seconds. He still didn't give you one single look.

You growl frustrated and turn your eyes away from you pretty annoying boyfriend, spreading your thighs and grab that pink rabbit vibrator you brought into the living room as well. Only the sound of the vibrations seems to be so irritating that Yoongi is willing to give your sight a glance.

A satisfied smile spread on your lips when you hear Yoongi choke and then coughing, pulling your pussy lips apart to give him an even better view on your drenched and so needy pussy. He clears his throat before he talked to you in a raspy voice.

"Can you explain this here to me? What's that for a bratty behaviour, hm? Desturbing me purposely in my work. Looks like, my little bunny a bit attention-seeking and desperate to get her pussy hole stuffed at Easter time? Well, I think I could satisfy these primal bunny needs definitely better than this shitty vibrator, don't you think?", he growls and smirk cockily at you when he get up from his chair and comes between your legs.

He just need a second to pull his sweatpants down, throwing the vibrator through the whole room and stuffing your needy hole with his own cock.

Namjoon

It couldn't have been better timed when Namjoon realizes that he had forgotten some important papers, that are supposed to be read at signed over the Easter Holidays, in his studio. So when he head out of the apartement to his studio, you use the twenty minutes of being alone in the apartement to set and dress yourself up.

Two weeks ago you went to the sex-store of your trust which has a big, separated floor just with BDSM accessoires to buy yourself a sexy bunny outfit. It's the store where you two get most of your toys and utensils for your play sessions.

Because it's Easter, you planned a sexy surprise for your darling by yourself. Maybe it'll be not the way how Joonie usually like it... but you think, he should try new things too~

You're leaning against the bedroom doorframe, when the apartement door opens again. A playful, dirty smirk forms on your boyfriend's lips in the moment he realize your presence in the hallway. He put his papers without a second thought on the shoe cabinet and drops his jacket carelessly on the floor next to the wardrobe before he makes his way to you.

"I apprechiate your outfit, my sweet little bunny~ But to be honest, I'd like it a little bit more when it would be black lace instead of black leather. For being my cute whiny Sub, you look a little too much like a Bunny Dominatrix in this outfit...", chuckles Namjoon with his deep voice.

His lips are searching for yours when he guides you with your back to your shared kingsize bed. The kiss is dominant, in a kinda leading behaviour. It's the type of a kiss you usually like, a kiss that makes you whiny and needy for him, but not today. Today you'll turn the whole thing around!

You're already on the bed, Namjoon above is you and you're literally waiting for the command that usually follow in such a session. But you make sure it wouldn't come tonight. Tonight you'll be the one who gives commands to Namjoon and makes him beg.

In a moment where Namjoon is distracted, you take your chance and turn your two bodies in a quick move around. Now you're the one who's sitting on his hips and tie your boyfriend's wrist with leather cuffs, that you hidden under the pillows, to the headboard. Just alone Namjoon's confused and disbelieving facial expression was the whole thing absolutely worth it!

"What the fu-"

"Shh, Namjoon. Watch your mouth and behave! When you're a good boy for me today, I'll not tease you soo much and maybe, when you're a really good boy for me, maybe I'd let your pretty cock cum in my pussy. When you're a bratty boy, you won't cum in any way today and I'm would ruin you the way you always ruin me. I want to see you all whiny, sobbing and begging, my dear Darling~", you wisper devilishly in his ear.

Hoseok

You promised Hobi to bake his favourite cake for coffee-time on Easter Sunday. But what you didn't expect, that you would be almost naked while baking! You wear nothing beside this white frilly vintage apron, these bunny ears on your head, the pink lacey string-ouvert (that literally covers nothing!) and this damn remote controlled rabbit-bullet between your legs.

While you're seriously struggling to concentrate properly on the instructions of the recipe, Hobi seems like to has the best time in his life. He's sitting on the opposite side of the kitchen at the dining table and obviously enjoy the sight you give him with your barely covered body.

To see your legs trembling and to hear you whine even more whenever he turns the vibration of the bullet on a higher setting, satisfy this little sadistic devil in him the most. Especially when you're so worked up that your sweet pussy is literally dripping wet, smearing your juices all over the insides of your tighs and little pearls of arousal falling down on the kitchen tiles.

Yeah, you're so turned on it's driving you insane, but it's still not enough to cum. This damn bastard, that you call your boyfriend, knows way to well when you're at the edge to cum and turns the vibration immediately down. Always with the explaination 'to give you the chance again to focus better onto the baking process'.

God, sometimes you think you really start to hate him but deep, deep down you know, that you love his teasing as much he does.

The worst thing about this damn vibrator is that he has these bunny ears. The bullet doesn't just stimulates your g-spot, no. That would be too simple for Hobi. It also torture your clit too, when the tips of the ears rubbing sideways along your clit!

"Baby, I think you have to work a little bit faster when we plan to eat the cake at 15:30 p.m., we need to still bake it and then it has to cool down...", said Hobi in a fake concerned voice. You know very well that he just want to rush you, with the goal that you'll mess the cake up. When this happens he has a good reason to punish you even more~

You shoot him death glares in the moment you're about sprinkle a pinch of salt for taste into the dough. Well... it's unfortunately more than a pinch of salt. A lot more than that.

While you curse about your mistake and the fact that the whole dough is messed up now, Hobi sighs dramatically and stands up.

"Hm, my dear Lady? Do you know that you ruined the whole cake with your unconcentrated behaviour? That's means I'll not get only one piece of cake today and with it not my Easter gift. But you promised me that! How you'll make up for that, hm? I think that just means that I have to punish you."

"Hobi, it's not my fucking fault that I-"

"Honey, watch your mouth. Do you want to blame Daddy for your inadequate discipline? Well then, Daddy has to work with his little Girl on her discipline, right?"

With these words he takes you to the bedroom and make sure you'll be a lot more disciplined after his teaching lesson.

Jimin

When Jimin told you back in the middle of March that he'll went in a diet, you got immediatley suspicious and all alarm bells rings in your head. He promised you that's he just want to make a sugar diet over the next few weeks and with it, over the Easter Holidays, so he couldn't stuff himself full with too many sweets again during easter.

You talked a lot with your boyfriend about it, promised you that he just don't want to eat too much chocolate but beside this, that he'll keep up with his normal eating habits. But now only without a dessert after Dinner and controlling his snacking a bit more. Even the rest of the members had to promise to you that they'll make sure that Jiminie will continue to eat his meals properly.

After the first two weeks you relaxed more and more, realized that he's only on this diet to advoid products with a lot of sugar in it. To make it easier for him and to enjoy the advantages of a sugar diet too, you joined him in his plans.

But that also means to ignore all these delicious sweets for easter in the supermarket. When you two went grocery shopping last week, Jimin shooted death glares to all these chocolate bunnies that tried to seduce him with their cute wrapping foil.

That's why you planned a little Easter surprise for him on Sunday so at least he'll not start to hate Easter completely.

After you two got back from your Brunch (where the restaurant service just wanted to make a nice gesture and placed a tiny chocolate candy in the shape of an easter egg on your seat, frustrated Jiminie only even more), you said to your Darling that you want to freshen yourself up quickly and then join him on the couch.

You stepped out of the bathroom in gorgeous pastel pink high heels, a matching set of lingerie and a metal hairband in the shape of bunny ears on the top of your head. The simple accessoire was decorated with cute flowers, which makes your sexy-cute appearance perfect.

When Jimin hear the clicking sound of your heels, he turns around to you confused until an expression of complete disbelief manifests in his face.

"...because you're on diet and the fact that you can't even eat one tiny chocolate easter bunny, I thought you should be able to-"

"...I should be able to eat at least a bunny out, right?", interrupt you Jimin when he comes to you with dark lustful eyes and a really hungry smirk on his lips.

"...Y-Yes...", you answer him breathlessly as he push you roughly against the wall and makes you drown in his passionate kiss.

"You're always my favourite treat of sweet and you know that, Baby.", growls Jimin into your ear when he directs you backwards to the bedroom.

Taehyung

You bite your lower lips hesitantly as you stare through the vitreous living room door into the big garden of Taehyung's and your shared apartement. Your actual plan was to hide some of the Easter Sweets for Taehyung in the house and in the garden as well.

The idea itself is not bad or problematic at all. Just the fact that you're already dressed in the lingerie, that you bought extra for the sexy surprise you've prepared for Tae, is the actual problem. Maybe also the fact that your neighbours are an elderly couple with way too much time and their intense passion to watch the neighbourhood like hunting dogs.

Especially when the dear old Madame notices something "very interesting", "very unusual" or "very suspicious" she just has to gossip with her dear Ladies on their weekly tea-parties about it.

And as we all know, old people don't know the term "sleep in", they're always already awake at six or seven a.m.

But then Taehyung's word cames back into your mind.

"Let them talk when they don't have a better Hobby than this."

With exactly these words in your head you open the terrace door and step in nothing more than your grey lingerie, your bunny ears and flip flops on your feet into the cool morning air.

Fuck it, let them gossip about whatever god knows!

It's still early in the morning, around 08:30 a.m., that's why every breeze is still a little chilly and you try your best to hide everything in the shortest time possible. You didn't want anything more than finally run inside into the warm living room!

You're so immersed into your hiding project that you don't recognize that someone is coming up behind you.

"Hm? Who do we have here? Did I disturb the Easter Bunny at his work? ...and I didn't know until now that Easter Bunnies are dressed so sexy~", you hear Taehyung's deep voice chuckling.

You gasp startled for breath, instinctively you want to cover your body with your arms and hands. Your Boyfriend starts laughing softly and pulling you into his arms to his warm chest. Automatically you're relaxing again when you're sure that only Tae saw you in this outfit here in the garden. Beside that you also appreciate the warmth of his body really much.

"I didn't know that my usually so reserved girl will become so bold on Easter Sunday and start to run around as a damn sexy bunny in the garden, dressed with nothing more than bunny ears and lacey transparent lingerie~", tease Taehyung with his typical boxy grin.

You're about to open your mouth to explain this unordinary situation but in that moment Tae already press a hungry kiss onto your own lips.

He guides you back the the terrace and pulls, without breaking the kiss, the cover of the garden couch down. Then he sit on the soft but still cool cushions down and placing you onto his lap, pulling you into a new heated kiss. The hard outline of his cock in his pyjama pants against your own damp center promise you, what thing he's planning to so with you. In your garden, on Easter Sunday and at fucking 08:45 a.m?!

"Tae, I don't know if-"

"Hey Baby... you're the one who started this here, sprinting around in our garden just wearing lingerie and bunny ears! I think, we should give our dear neighbours something really naughty but also really good to gossip about, right?", answers Tae your concerns with a smug smirk on his lips and is about to pull his pants down.

God, this Boy just knows how to push your limits in the right way!

Jungkook

Jungkook can't imagine someone who could better fit to him than you. Your personality is amazing, you two share a lot of interests and hobbies and you're just so dirty minded and kinky behind closed bedroom doors like Kookie himself.

But he has to admit that there is something he would like to do but doesn't dare to mention it to you. You've made "not so good" experiences with it in your former relationship.

Jungkooks likes it to have Sex without a condom, likes the feeling of shooting his load right into you, marking your body with his cum. But well, the bastard of your ex-boyfriend really forced you to have raw sex with him when you wasn't ready for it.

You only have been on your pill since a short amount of time back then and you didn't felt really comfortable to have already sex without a condom as a second guaranty.

When you tried to explain your worries to him, he just got mad and accused you to not trusting him. Then he even blackmailed you that he would break up with you when you're still not consent with it.

When you told Jungkook what happened he promised to himself to not mention his kink too early in your relationship. Even when he knows that both of you are completely clean and that you're on birth control. Plus the fact, that you always make sure to take them very regulary, he doesn't want you to feel pressured to do something like that when you're not ready for it. Then he wouldn't be any better than your damn ex!

And now?

Now you're standing infront of Jungkook's bed, almost completely naked, just wearing plushy bunny ears and a tail butt plug. These ears reminds Kookie of the floppy ones of a dwarf ram rabbit. Gosh you look adorable and so, so sexy.

Jungkook can't believe what he's hearing when you open slightly stuttering your lips.

"T-Today is Easter and around this time of a year, bunnies are in m-mating season and I thought... you, as my buck, would like to breed me, your bunny, too...", you mumble and chew nervously on your lower lip.

Kookie is speechless, don't know what to say or where the heck you got the info that he likes raw sex. The corners of your mouth turns into a small cheeky smile.

"You should be more careful when you're on the phone with one of your hyungs and didn't want to get accidentally overheard... And w-when I'm honest, I actually like raw sex. Well, when I trust my partner enough and I trust you, Jungkook. I just wanted to be a good Easter bunny for my buck so bad... p-please mate me, Kook."

Oh, you didn't know until now, how good Kookie will breed his cutest bunnygirl. How wet he could make you with Dirty Talk about Breeding, about filling you up to the brim with his semen, shooting his cum again and again into your hole until it's szoozing out of you.

You'll love the way Jungkook makes you feel~

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Book: My Two First Loves

Pairing: Ava Lawrence x MC (Emma Price)

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G, none

Word count: 3,903

A/N: Ava and MC start dating exclusively and MC has to break the news to Noah and Mason. I love writing for this pairing, they're just so cute ugh! Hope y'all enjoy!

Tag list: @ineedskyecrandall @kamilahsayeet2063 @avalawrencefl @lovekamilahsayeed @thequeenkamilahsayeed @heygmicheelle (lmk if anyone would like to be included or removed in my next fics.)

I walked up to the entrance of the school building and stopped right outside the doors. I looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

Well, time to bite the bullet. I had to tell them. I couldn't put this off any longer.

I walked into the hallway and immediately spotted Ava by her locker. My mood instantly brighten when I saw her and I felt myself trying but failing to fight back a smile. Her back was facing me so she couldn't see me.

Using that to my advantage, I sneakily creept up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist after looking around to make sure Mason or Noah weren't close by. I felt her jump slightly at the sudden contact but quickly became relaxed when she heard my voice.

"Morning, beautiful," I spoke softly into her ear before placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Emma! You scared me," she laughed and leaned back into me. She turned around to face me then returned my hug. She gave me a soft peck on the lip and said, "Good morning, sweetheart."

My heart swelled at the term of endearment.

"I hate to keep bringing it up," Ava spoke again, "but have you told Mason and Noah yet?"

I sighed and let go of her, leaning against the lockers while avoiding her gaze. "I haven't, but I swear I'll do it by the end of the day."

I glanced at Ava to see her cross her arms and look at me, skeptical of my promise. "Are you sure?"

"Yes! C'mon, what can I do to make you believe me?"

"Hmm," she pretended to think, looking sly. "Well, maybe you can seal the deal with a kiss, I think that'll convince me."

I giggled and pulled her into me. "Of course that would."

Our lips met in a sweet kiss as I grabbed onto her shirt. She leaned into me, pushing me against the lockers. It wasn't long before the bell rang, making us pull away.

"Never thought I'd be one of those people that made out against the lockers in the hallway," Ava whispered against my lips and I laughed.

"A first time for everything."

She grabbed her books and gave me a kiss on my temple.

"I'll see you later, Em!" she waved as she walked to her class.

"Can't wait," I blew her a kiss and headed towards mine, wondering how on earth I was gonna tell the boys I finally figured out the right one for me and that it wasn't either of them.

~•~•~

"Noah!" I called out to the tall figure that was standing by his bike. He must have gone out during lunch break.

After eating with Ava, I told her I had to leave to find Noah and I've been searching for him for the past 10 mins. With only a few minutes left before class started again, I was relieved that I found him in time.

"Oh, hey, Em. What's up?"

"Okay, listen, I have to talk to you, can we?"

"Uh, sure," he said as I dragged him to a more secluded area in the car park.

"I have to tell you something."

"What is it?"

I bit my lip. Crap, how was I suppose to break it to him? I've thought about a few ways to ease him into it but none seemed right in that moment.

I sighed and I looked at him. "Noah, you know I care about you right?"

His eyes soften and I felt a pang of guilt. Ah, dammit!

"I care about you too."

"I know, but I have to admit, I... well, I'm sorry, I don't know how to say this but, I... ugh, I have to call things off between us," I said the last part in a rush, not being able to meet his eyes.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw him stiffen.

"Are... are you sure?" he breathe in deeply. "Is this what you want?"

Keeping Ava's gorgeous face in mind, I didn't have to think twice. "Yes, it is."

Finally, gathering the courage to look at him, I dragged my gaze up to see his eyebrows furrowed and a conflicted look on his handsome face. He ran his hand through his hair.

"Well, I saw it coming. You've been distant the past month but I can't say I'm not disappointed," he gave me a melancholy smile and I felt my heart clench. God, I felt so bad.

"Noah, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to lead you on or fall for someone else. But I did, and I can't apologise enough, I'm sorry."

"It's Mason, isn't it?" he asked even though his tone made it clear that he didn't want to know the answer.

I opened my mouth to speak but closed it, thinking for a second. "Um, actually, it's not-"

I was cut off when I heard the school bell go off again. Ugh, stupid bell.

"Noah, I'll explain later, meet me at the diner after school, I'll tell you everything then. I have to go now!" I spoke quickly, already rushing to my next lesson. I've never been late for classes and I wasn't gonna start now.

"Hold on, Emma!" he shouted after me but I was already running into the building.

"Later, Noah!"

~•~•~

I walked into class right on time. It was the class I had with Mason. I saw him sitting at his usual spot and took my seat beside him like I normally would.

"Hi, Em," he said to me with a charming smile.

"Hey," I greeted him back. Before I could say another word, the teacher stood up and began the lesson.

I had no intention of telling him during class but I couldn't stop thinking about it. After over half an hour, I couldn't bear it anymore so I whispered to him, "I have to tell you something."

He leaned over to me and spoke under his breath, "What is it?"

I caught the teacher glaring at us and decided that it probably wasn't the smartest idea to talk unless I was begging to get in trouble.

I pulled my phone out from my bag and began texting him a message from under the table.

'Idk how to say it,' I admitted.

I heard his phone vibrate in his pocket and saw him pull it out. Just like I did, he shot me a reply from under the desk.

'Just give it to me straight.'

I contemplated for a moment before responding, looking at the whiteboard to pretend I was paying attention. 'Primize ne yu womt reavt too stringlu, I font wanr us getinh our phinses congregated.’

I heard my phone buzz again.

'?????'

I scrolled up to see my previous message. Damn, texting in class was hard. I looked down a little to correct myself, making sure I wasn't typing gibberish.

'I meant, promise me you won't react too strongly, I don't want us getting our phones confiscated.'

'Yeah, okay, I swear.'

I looked over at him as he looked back at me. He gave me a small nod, letting me know that he promised.

I averted my eyes to the front of the class then back down to my phone. 'I'm really sorry Mason, I don't know if there's a better way to tell you but I can't see you anymore.'

I turned my head to his direction, trying to gauge his reaction. I saw him squint and his chiseled jaw clenched in confusion. His eyes dancing across his phone, reading it over and over again as if he refused to believe the words on it, wishing it didn't say what it said.

'Wdym you can't see me?'

Oh boy, he was making this harder then it already was.

'As in romantically...'

I saw his face trying it's hardest to maintain a neutral expression but I've known him for years. I knew when he was sad even if he was trying to hide it and right now, he was absolutely crestfallen.

I gulped and once again, I felt guilt washing over me.

I got a text back saying, 'Oh... I see...'

'Mason, I didn't mean to hurt you and I'm so sorry I did. But I can't help that I've fallen for someone else.'

I heard him sigh from beside me.

'You don't have to explain. I respect your decision, I can't force you to do anything you don't want to. I should've known this would happen, we barely spend time together anymore.'

'Mason...'

'It's okay. And you're talking about Noah, right? I saw you with him at the car park during lunch.'

I was about to correct him when the damn bell stopped me yet again. What the hell was it with this stupid bell interrupting me today? What sort of vendetta did it have against me?

I gathered my things and told him, "Go to the diner after school, I'll meet you there. There's more I need to tell you."

He didn't ask any further questions. I think he was still trying to make sense of what happened. He simply nodded and said, "okay".

I squeezed his hand in comfort and headed out the classroom.

~•~•~

After school, I met Ava at her car. She was on her phone but once she heard my footsteps approaching, she looked up. She lets out the most heart-stopping grin and I instantly melted.

Her smile was not only insanely attractive, it was extremely infectious too. Unable to help it, I smiled back and ran towards her to crush her in a hug.

"Oof!"

The impact of my body slamming against her's made her stumble a little but she caught her footing and held me tight.

"Hi, baby," she cooed as she giggled.

"Hi!" I giggled along with her.

She pulled back a little and took my face in her hands to guide my gaze to her's, stroking my cheeks with her thumb. I became breathless as I peered into her piercing brown eyes. The sunlight reflected off of them, making them sparkle and shine.

She leaned in as she brought my face closer to her's, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. I hummed in satisfaction but I wanted more.

"That's not enough," I whispered and moved my hand to her neck to crash our lips once again.

She moved an arm to encircle my waist as I felt her smile into the kiss. She moved her head back, breaking off our lips and making me groan.

"Don't we have somewhere to be?"

"Unfortunately."

I explained to her that I already told Mason and Noah I'm calling it quits with them but I had yet to give them a proper explanation.

"Alright," she said as we got into her sedan. She started the engine and exited the school premise. "To the diner then."

When we arrived, we walked up to the entrance but Ava stopped me before entering.

"You go on ahead, I have to get something first, I'll meet you later."

"You have to get something now?" I questioned but was too nervous to ask any further questions. "Don't be gone too long."

She gave me a peck on the lips and responded, "Don't worry, I'd miss you too much to be gone for too long."

I walked into the diner and sat at an unoccupied booth. I didn't have to wait long before I saw Noah coming in. His eyes searched around before seeing me. He walked towards the booth and sat across from me.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi."

"So, what's this about? I already know you're with Mason. What more did you want to tell me?"

Before I could reply, I saw Mason entering the diner. When he saw me, he made his way towards us and when he realised Noah was with me, he paused.

"Oh, I didn't realise you were with him," Mason spoke uncertainly.

"Mason, please, sit." I gestured to the spot beside Noah and he obliged.

Both of them shifted in their seats, obviously uncomfortable with being so close to each other. If I wasn't so nervous about this whole situation, I would've laughed at how silly they looked.

"Uh, why are we both here?" Noah asked.

"Yeah, I already know you chose him, you didn't have to bring him too, I already knew," Mason said.

Noah turned to him, looking confused. "What?"

Mason sighed, "Yeah I know about the two of you, she told me earlier, don't worry I'm not looking to pick a fight or whatever."

"Dude, what the hell are you talking about?" Noah looked so perplexed. "She told me during lunch break that she was cutting things off with me."

Now Mason looked confused. I raised my eyebrows in amusement. Who knew this would be so entertaining to watch.

"Wait, what? I thought she was with you!" Mason remarked.

"And I thought she was with you!" Noah exclaimed.

They went from looking at each other to staring at me.

"So Mason isn't the person you fell for?"

"And Noah isn't either?"

I just shook my head.

"Then, who?" they both questioned in unison.

Right on cue, Ava stepped into the diner. I took my eyes off of the both of them to stare at Ava instead. I smiled. It didn't matter that I've seen her a million times before, I was in awe of her. I was in awe of everything she did.

She walked as if she owned the place. Every step was exuding confidence. Her presence was a force to be reckoned with and I couldn't help but wonder how I was fortunate enough to be with this gorgeous girl.

"Her," I uttered softly, gentle and loving.

Both boys turned their heads around to follow my gaze.

Their eyes widen in surprised and Mason's jaw was hanging open too. I couldn't help but chuckle at their reactions.

Their stares followed Ava as she walked to us and sat beside me. I noticed her put a shallow box on the table as she took her seat.

"Hey, babe," she said to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. She snaked an arm around my torso to pull me into her and I could feel my cheeks become warm from blushing.

"Hey," I replied and placed my arm around her to squeeze her back. "What's in the box?"

"A surprise for later," she spoke softly and nuzzled my neck, leaving a kiss there. I couldn't help but giggle.

She looked up to finally address the boys. "Hey Noah. Mason." She gave a small wave.

"Hi."

"Hey."

They both said, still in shock at the reveal.

Ava turned to me. "I'm going to grab a milkshake to share, okay?"

"Sounds perfect," I smiled and watch her get up to go to the counter.

I wasn't the only one staring. The boys watched her leave as well before turning their attention back to me.

"Wait," Noah blurted and held a hand as Mason stuttered, "This... is a prank, right?"

"No, Mason, I actually really like Ava. And I'm seeing her. Exclusively."

Noah's eyes widen again. "Oh."

Mason was silent, still trying to process the information. I don't blame him. Imagine if both girls you were seeing started dating each other. I covered my mouth with my hand to suppress my laugh.

Ava returned to her seat and placed a hand on my thigh, giving it a soft, reassuring squeeze before speaking to the boys. "So, Emma and I are dating."

"So I see," Mason muttered. "You're dating your best friend."

"Yes, I am."

Noah interrupted, "Sorry, not to sound rude or anything but, are you... bi, then?"

"Yeah, I'm bi, Ava's gay. I figured it out a few months ago and I knew you guys would be okay with it but I didn't know how to tell you. I'm sorry, I should have done it earlier."

"No, it's alright." That was Mason. "You don't have to apologise. I get it. And for what it's worth, I'm happy you found each other. And yourselves."

"I finally agree with him on something," Noah nodded. "You both look happy. I'm glad you found someone that makes you smile."

I could tell they were genuine. Tears threatened to spill over. "You guys..."

Ava butted in, joking, "You both are just relieved that she isn't with the other, aren't you?"

They glanced at each other then mumbled.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Maybe a little."

I laughed at them and moved out of the booth to hug the both of them. "I still care about you guys, but Ava is the one for me." I looked over my shoulder to peer at her. She smiled at me. "It just took me some time to figure it out. And myself out."

"Don't sweat it, and you guys are cute together." Noah gave me a pat on the arm. "I think I should leave you guys to it, don't wanna be interrupting."

"Yeah, I'm gonna head out too," Mason said. "I hope you both are in a better relationship than when I was with Ava," he teased playfully.

"No offence, but that relationship was doomed to fail. Plus it's different when you actually care about that person."

He looked like he was about to retort but instead just smiled and rolled his eyes. "You got me there. I hope she treats you good."

"Way better than she did you," I called out and watched him shake his head, laughing. They both walked out of the diner and I went back to Ava. The milkshake was already on the table.

"That looked like it went better than expected," she stated.

"They're both great guys, I knew they'd be understanding."

"Do you regret it?"

I looked at Ava like she was crazy. "Of course not! Sure I feel bad for them but I'm here now with you and there's no where else I'd rather be. You're my first choice, Ava, and you always will be."

Ava rested her head against my shoulder and wrapped her arms around one of mine. She sighed happily.

"You're amazing, you know that?" she told me.

"Not as much as you."

She laughed and sat up straight again. I was disappointed but that feeling instantly vanished at her next words. "So now that that's out of the way, I have a surprise for you." She moved the box in front of me.

"Yes! What is it?" I was really curious at what she had gotten.

"Before I show you, I have to say something." She twisted her body to face mine and I did the same. She took my hands in hers and began speaking. "Em, everyday since you've picked me I can't help but wake up each day wondering what the hell I did to deserve you."

She looked into my eyes. "You're smart, talented, caring, understanding and not to mention downright beautiful. Inside and out. You've helped me so much and I can only try to return the favour. I want you to be happy and I'll try my best to make sure you'll always have a smile on your face."

My heart started racing at her declaration. She didn't even have to try. She makes me happy just by looking at me and with her speaking like this, it was almost overwhelming.

"I feel the same way about you," I removed one of my hands from her to cup her cheek.

"Good, 'cuz every time I look at you, I can't believe you're here and the fact that you're with me? It's insane to think about. My heart beats like crazy when I'm with you and you still make me nervous but I wouldn't have it any other way."

I giggled but felt myself blushing furiously. She knew exactly what to say to make me a flustered mess. "You're not the only one." The hand that was on her cheek moved to cup the nape of her neck. My fingers played with her baby hair. "Not that I'm complaining, but why the sudden confession?"

She too a deep breath. "Because, I want to ask..."

She lifted open the lid of the box and I peered inside. My heart leapt and I could feel butterflies in my tummy.

It was a box of chocolates. There were letters on each piece and the words it spelt made me want to cry for joy.

'WILL YOU BE MY GIRL?'

I launched myself at her despite already being so close, wrapping my arms around her neck and sobbing into it.

"Yes! Of course I will, idiot!"

She laughed blissfully, hugging me back. "I get to call you my girlfriend!"

I giggled with her. "And I get to call you my girlfriend!"

She kissed me on the lips and I sighed into it. I could taste the tears that were trickling down my face and I knew she could too but we didn't care. Too consumed in the thrill of it all, we kissed as if our life depended on it, refusing to let the other go. Chills ran through my body and up and down my spine, causing me to shiver. Only Ava could make me feel like this.

Eventually, we pulled away but rested our forehead against each other.

"God, I can't believe you're mine," Ava smiled breathlessly.

"This isn't a dream, is it?" I asked, beaming. "I can't believe this is real."

She kissed my forehead and placed my head on her shoulder this time. She moved my hand to put it on her chest. "Is this real enough for you?" I could feel her heart hammering so hard I thought it would burst.

"Ava, you're gonna make me cry again!"

She just laughed. I'll never get tired of her laugh. Or her smile. Or her voice. Or just her in general. "Sorry, gorgeous."

"Have you been planning this?"

"I ordered the chocolates a week ago from the shop down the street. It was just a coincidence that you decided to meet up with them here today."

I smiled at her, feeling my face soften. She was so thoughtful.

She moved the milkshake closer to us. "Drink up, I got your favourite."

We shared the milkshake and the chocolates, giggling and talking for hours, hugging and not wanting to release each other the entire time.

At one point I just paused and stared at her. I've seen that same face since freshman year but her beauty still struck me to the core like lightning every single time. The arch of her brows, the way her eyes twinkled, her soft lips, everything about her was absolutely magnificent. The best part was her personality to match. Playful, charming, gentle, persistent. I swear she wasn't of this world and even if she was, how was one person so perfect?

And how was I lucky enough to call that person mine?

I looked up at Ava and she looked down at me, grinning adorably. She was a dream. And she was my girlfriend. The thought was enough to send a wave of euphoria through me. I settled my head back against her shoulder and smiled.

Noah and Mason may have a special place in my heart but Ava Lawrence was my person and if I could pick her a million times over, I would. I'd always choose her.

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A Smile is Something to Be Cherished, Dear: an Arthur Morgan x Modern!Reader Fanfic

"If I have to chop one more piece of firewood," you say as you brandish your axe, "Imma start wearing flannel. Y'all can call me Lumber Jack. Or maybe Jack Lumber. Or Lack Jumber. Or--"

"For chrissakes," Micah snarls. He's sharpening his knife at a nearby table. "We get it, Y/N."

You shrug and bring the axe down hard, splitting a piece of wood clean in two with one swing. "I pretended it was your head."

To give him credit, Micah doesn't do or say much of anything in retalition. Instead, he just sighs, mutters to himself, and leaves. You're glad to see him go. Over the last few weeks, ever since Arthur found you in the Grizzlies, freezing and terrified, you've decided Micah Bell is your least favorite out of the bunch. Something about him just screams "psychopath." You're surprised that Dutch, for all his intelligence, can't see it.

You've only been with the Van Der Linde gang for a little while. Honestly, you're not too sure what to make of all them. Hosea seems nice enough, and Dutch treats you fair, which is all you can ask for. They may not be the most conventional people, but they're trying their best to do right by you. The whole thing makes your head spin. A few weeks ago, you were in your living room, screaming through a twelve-page essay due the next day. Now? Now you're a hundred and thirty-ish years in the past... and running with a bunch of outlaws at that.

Yeah. Not exactly the life you thought you'd live. But hey: at least you're not dead.

You finish chopping firewood and set the axe aside. Nobody really says for sure that you have to do chores, but you don't like feeling useless. And besides: everybody in the Van Der Linde gang does their part. Why should you be the only exception?

A few of the girls--Tilly, Karen, and Mary-Beth, if you've got their names down--lounge by one of the wagons when you approach. They look up and offer you what seem like genuine smiles. You give one of your own and plop yourself in the grass next to them.

"How're you holdin' up, Y/N?" The blonde one--Karen, you think--asks. "I know this all must be pretty strange."

"Yeah," Tilly murmurs. "We just wanna make sure you're doin' okay."

You blink, then immediately switch gears. They didn't catch you off-guard. Nosiree. "I'm okay." You shrug one shoulder. "Beats what I was doing back in my time."

Mary-Beth leans forward excitedly, and you briefly think she's going to grab your hand. You get ready to pull away, just in case.

"Must be quite the experience, time travel and all," she says, practically vibrating. "What's the future like, Y/N?"

"Mary-Beth," Karen admonishes with a roll of her eyes, "don't ask them that. Haven't they been through enough?"

"Oh lay off." Mary-Beth swats her away with a mischeivous grin. You can practically see the gears turning in her head. "I'm just askin' what everybody's thinkin'."

Your heart hammers in your chest as you think overtime about what to say. You're still not sure how this whole thing works, if there are things you shouldn't say, things that might prove catastrophic to the timeline and whatnot. Every science fiction movie you've ever seen suddenly plays in your head. And even though they all vary in success, one thing's clear: time is messy. Space-time is even messier. Travel through both? Might as well call it a goddamn hurricane.

Thankfully, Tilly notices your discomfort and gives Mary-Beth a hard look. "Y/N doesn't have to answer all your questions, y'know." She shifts into a glare. "Maybe give them some time to get used to everything first, okay?"

Bless Tilly Jackson, you decide. The only voice of reason in the bunch.

You're about to thank her, or maybe you're about to change the subject, when Uncle comes tearing up to your little group, that wild smile on his face you've learned means trouble. Still, when he mentions going to a small livestock town, you all but jump at the offer. You've been meaning to see what ordinary life looks like in the past. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity.

And no, you tagging along has nothing to do with the fact that Arthur's going to be there, too.

// // // // // //

The journey into Valentine is pretty uneventful, save for a broken wagon... and someone getting kicked to death by their own horse. The girls scream when they see it, and Uncle jumps a little. Even Arthur mutters a soft "shit" under his breath. You, though, just stare. It isn't the first dead body you've seen. Probably won't be the last, either, if you have to guess.

"God, I wish that were me," you find yourself saying, thinking of the internet back in your time, of the dark humor, and how it's used as a coping mechanism.

Five heads immediately swivel your way. Tilly, Mary-Beth, and Karen stare at you with their mouths agape, while Uncle watches you like you've grown a third arm out of your chest. Arthur eyes you with a look you can't read, and you briefly wonder what's wrong. Then, it hits you like a sledgehammer and you internally groan.

Right, you think. Generational gaps.

"I'm joking," you explain. "It's how we cope in my time."

Luckily, Arthur chooses that moment to urge the horses forward, and the wagon starts toward Valentine again. The incident quickly fades, and the girls are soon buzzing with excitement. You can't help but feel a little anxious. Adjusting to the Van Der Linde gang has been tough; you don't want to be overwhelmed by everything once you get into town. With that in mind, you decide to stick close to Arthur. Just since he found you, that's all. It's the familiarity, you tell yourself. Nothing else.

Valentine isn't the most glamorous of places, but it's not too shabby, either. Immediately, you're in awe. A frontier town. An actual frontier town in the 1890's. The history nerd in you threatens to explode as you pass by the shops, the saloon, and the stables. Arthur stops the wagon in a little clearing just after the general store. You barely notice.

"Alright," he says, low and firm. "Remember: keep a low profile, but try an' find some leads. No trouble now, ya hear?"

The girls murmur various replies, then hop out of the wagon, dashing off like little dogs to sniff out something interesting. You watch them go, then look back to Arthur, silently waiting for him to send you off on your own. He watches you for a moment, as if debating with himself, before he sighs and starts shoving Uncle out of the wagon.

"Go make yourself useful, old man."

Uncle grumbles something under his breath, but ultimately does as he's told. After a few seconds, he disappears into the general store. You're left alone with Arthur. Not that you particularly mind. It's better than any alternative you can think of. As you climb to the ground, legs cramped from the ride, you take a moment to look around. The town isn't really anything special. Oddly enough, you think of the time your best friend dragged you to a rodeo in the middle of Wyoming. Valentine looks something similar to that.

"Holding up okay?" Arthur says, startling you out of your thoughts. You can't help but jump a little when you turn around and find him right behind you. He gives you a look, then sighs and motions toward the stables with his head. "C'mon."

He starts off in their direction. You practically have to jog to keep up with him, but you don't really care about that. Honestly, the thrill of being in a different place (and the past at that) is enough to make you forgive just about anything.

"What d'ya think we'll find?" You ask, almost bouncing up and down with excitement. "Are we gonna--" You break off and lower your voice. "Are we gonna steal some horses?"

Arthur glances down at you and huffs out a laugh... well, half of one, for that matter. "You ain't stealin' anything for a while, Y/N."

"Oh." You don't even try to hide your disappointment. "No horses, then?"

He shakes his head, laughing again when you pout. Briefly, you think of sticking out your foot and tripping him, but something tells you that wouldn't end well. You don't want a six-foot-something, pissed off outlaw chasing you around... especially when he's your ride home.

The two of you reach the stables, and Arthur holds the door for you. You skip past him, stopping dead when you catch sight of the rows and rows of stalls. The horses are absolutely beautiful. Almost instantly, your eyes zero in on a Appaloosa gelding, and before you know what you're doing, you're walking over and gently touching the tip of his nose. He whinnies softly, nuzzling your hand a few seconds later. And as you stare at him, absently stroking the side of his face, you realize Arthur's moved to stand beside you.

"I think he likes me," you say. You brush the horse's mane back from his forehead. "Always wanted a horse."

The corners of Arthur's lips twitch, but he doesn't smile. Instead, he looks at the stall--at the price--and shakes his head.

"Maybe next time, Y/N." He gently steers you away. "Why don't you check on Uncle, make sure he ain't dead. I'll finish up here."

You sigh and head out of the stables, narrowly missing a pile of horse manure. A quick peek at the general store reveals Uncle's passed out cold in the front. You shake your head with a small grin. At least you don't have to worry about him causing any trouble.

As you start to head toward him, you catch sight of Tilly. You can tell by the look on her face that something's wrong, awfully wrong, and almost on cue, an angry-looking man grabs her arm and hauls her toward an alley. You feel your breath hitch. Still, you're practically running their way before you can stop and think about a better approach. You have no ideas, no plan other than go go go. Not that it matters. From what it looks like, Tilly needs somebody there--right now.

You round the corner and see her pressed against the wall, the angry man's face close to hers. Neither one of them seems to know you're there. Good. Taking those blessed extra seconds, you spy a rock on the ground and quickly pick it up. It's decent in size. Won't kill a man, but it'll hurt like hell. That's all you need.

With aim that's really more luck than skill, you hurl the rock at the man with all the force you can muster. It strikes him square on the side of the head. Solid. A great hit. He stumbles to the side a little as Tilly's wild, frightened eyes find yours. Something about them makes you more brazen than before, and you take a few steps toward the man, hands clenched into fists.

"Back off," you hiss. "Now."

The man, who unfortunately looks like he's recovered from his shock, glares at you. Then, before you can even track him, he's barreling toward you, grabbing your shoulders and pinning you against the side of the alley. You feel the breath leave your lungs in one big gust.

"You made a helluva mistake," he snarls, putrid breath wafting over your face.

You gag and try to get a knee or a leg or something up to hit him, but there's no use. He's got you trapped. Dimly, you're aware that Tilly's gone, and you have a brief moment of triumph. Smart girl. The last thing you need is for her to get hurt, too.

"My entire life's a mistake," you gasp out between gulps for air. "... Why don't you add this to the list?"

Whether that was the right thing to say or not, you'll never know. In the next few seconds, just as you're certain the guy's reeling his fist back for a punch, his weight's suddenly gone and you're slumping to the ground. You can hear shouting, cursing, and words you really don't want to repeat. And through it all--one thing is constant.

Arthur's here.

Several seconds later (or maybe it's minutes; you honestly lose track of time), strong, warm hands are hauling you upright. They're also surprisingly gentle. Calloused and slightly bloody, but gentle.

"Easy, Y/N," Arthur soothes when your breathing becomes frantic. "You're alright."

Somehow, you find the courage to look up at him. He's watching you, concern in his eyes, and you hate that you're the cause of it. Still, you've never been more glad to see him.

"I thought he was gonna kill me," you find yourself saying. Then--you start to laugh. Hysterical, unstoppable chortles that come from no rational part of your mind. "Oh man, I looked the Devil in the eye and walked backwards into hell, didn't I?"

Arthur frowns, then glances around. You're suddenly aware that a crowd's gathering... and that it's probably a good idea to get the hell out of town.

"C'mon," he says, carefully leading you back to the wagon. "I think that's enough excitement for one day."

Finally got around to writing my Arthur Morgan x Modern!Reader multi-chapter fic. Y’know... the one I promised ages and ages ago. Hope ya enjoyed! I’ll also be posting this to AO3 under the username Nopride4531, so if ya wanna leave a comment or a kudos, feel free!

Likes, reblogs, and comments are much appreciated! Take care y’all!

Next Chapter: Lionheart

Inspired Playlist Track: Panic! At the Disco -- “High Hopes”

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