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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months

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"what are you doing?"

you jump at rafes voice, dropping the fabric that was in your hand. you turn and give him your best innocent smile, one you know he sees right through.

"nothing!" you hum, rushing out of the closet and towards your boyfriend, giving him a peck on the lips in greeting. you go to step away, but rafe places his hands on your hips to stop you.

"are you stealing my clothes again?" he asks, eyeing you as you quickly shake your head no, clearly not believing you.

"i was just doing some organizing in your closet while i waited for you to get home." you explain, rubbing your hands over his shoulders and chest. "missed you."

"you haven't organized a thing in your life, woman. you can't fool me." rafe says, hands briefly tightening on your hips in warning.

you pout, looking up at him through your eyelashes. "fine. i wanted one of your hoodies. i like them."

"i like them too baby and i won't have any left if you keep stealing all of them." rafe laughs, bending down to press a kiss to your lips.

"ugh." you groan, but still burrow into his chest, missing his warmth. you close your eyes and wrap your arms around his firm shoulders, both needing a moment of silence to just be together.

"do you still wanna go out tonight?" rafe asks, moving his hand to comb his fingers through your hair.

"mmm, sure." you shrug. "as long as you want to. im kind of excited to see this movie."

rafe smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "alright, ill tell top we're coming then, he's gonna get us chairs and everything."

you hum in response, excited to watch a movie in the open air cinema under the stars, right next to the water.

you eventually have to let go of rafe so he can shower and get ready to go, and you busy yourself fixing your hair, then just lay on the couch as you wait for rafe to come downstairs.

"that's what you're wearing tonight sweetie?" he asks, admiring the sundress.

"mhm. it's supposed to be warm, i don't think you'll need a sweatshirt." you say, looking up to rafe.

"i can take it off, besides it's a double feature tonight, it may get chilly."

"mkay." you hum. you didn't bring anything else to wear, so you're stuck in just the sundress as you head out to rafes truck.

he opens up the passenger side door for you, giving you a hand to help you climb in considering it's lifted quite high off the ground.

rafe turns on the radio once he starts up the truck, placing a hand on your thigh as he drives the short distance to where the outdoor movie is.

"let's find top." you say once rafe is parked.

rafe spots him easily among the crowd and leads you towards him, and the three lawn chairs set up next to each other.

"hey topper." you say, giving him a friendly wave. you're not close to him by any means, but he's rafes friend, therefore you end up spending a considerable amount of time together.

"hey, what's up?" he asks both of you, making sure to not address his question to just you, as rafe gets overprotective very easily.

rafe answers, and you sit down as the boys launch into some conversation about golf that you don't care to listen to. the eventually take their seats as the sun starts to set, rafe pulling your chair as closely as possible to his, lacing your hands together as the movie starts.

you giggle at the jokes, eyes always moving over to rafe to make sure he’s smiling and laughing too. he catches you once, during the movie, eyes also turning to you. he gives you a smile, tugging you in close to press a kiss to your lips.

you’re surprised how much you like the first movie, but you do find your stomach rumbling slightly, so when they call a ten minute intermission between the movies, you pout and ask rafe to get you some popcorn.

rafe eyes topper as he gets up, a clear warning to stay away from you but to also keep an eye on you.

you shiver, rubbing your hands over your arms, and topper doesn’t miss it. he felt the temperature drop as well, a sudden increase in the wind speed bringing a chill to his body as well.

“shit, are you cold?” topper immediately begins to shrug off his jacket. he can’t have rafe, who entrusted you to his care, come back to find you with goosebumps.

“thank you.” you take toppers jacket, using it to cover yourself but not slipping your arms into the sleeves, knowing that your boyfriend would not like that. you sit in silence with topper, both looking for rafe to come back.

you smile when you spot him, weaving through chairs and people with two bags of popcorn in his hands. his eyes briefly brighten with a smile, only to drop down and see you with toppers jacket thrown over your front.

“baby, you’re cold?” rafe asks, but it’s more of a statement.

“topper gave me his jacket just until you got back.” you say, taking it off and handing it back to topper quickly. “wasn’t that nice of him?”

rafe pauses, eyes flickering between the two of you. “yeah, nice.” rafe sets down the bags of popcorn on his empty chair, shrugging his own jacket off and handing it to you. you smile and put it on fully, zipping yourself up in the warm material. he sets down, handing one of the popcorns to topper.

you snicker to yourself, but rafes perceptive eyes see it. “don’t even start.” you move yourself to rafes lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “you’re such a good friend and boyfriend.”

“stop it right now.” rafe says, but the corners of his mouth tick up. you smile as well, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips.

you can see topper smile as well when you pull away, but he remains facing forward, eyes on the movie screen as he pops a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

you turn as the movie starts, your back against rafes chest, eating out of the popcorn bag as he holds it for you. you rest your head against his shoulder, hoping your body heat is keeping him warm now that he’s given you his jacket. you turn your head to the side, pecking a kiss to rafes jaw. “what happened to not being allowed any more of your hoodies?”

“i was mistaken, baby. you can have all my hoodies as long as you never wear one of toppers, or anyone elses, ever again.”

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delfiore · 4 months

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—DO YOU THINK I HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU?

pairing: leah williamson x reader

synopsis: in the end, what is meant to be will always be. or; leah struggles after the break up.

word count: 4.5k

a/n: this is a continuation of LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO. i just have to make things angsty i’m sry, if i don’t i start gnawing at the bars of my enclosure but worry not, this will turn fluffy in the end :)

EIGHT. Paris.

It took about 45 mins for Leah to decide that she longer wanted to be in this damned opera house.

The red carpet was exhausting enough, but she powered through it, familiar faces like Amelia DiMoldenberg’s making it barely enough to get through.

The dinner had gone into an intermission, and she had a moment to relax from the cameras, being sat at a table not far from the stage. Ever since she first attended the GQ Men of the Year Dinner a few years ago, it had created a lot of buzz around her every year, fans speculating whether she would come again, donning outfits so foreign on her body. Back then, she still had a support system that she looked forward to coming home to. Now, maybe the only positive to this night was that, whatever happened, she would eventually get to go home and sleep by the end of it.

She had to tilt her head all the way up to get a full glimpse of the ceiling. The Royal Opera House wasn’t the oldest building erected in London by far, but it was one of most interesting to look at, if she wasn’t so in love with her club and the look of the Emirates that was. It was grandiose, regal and typical of Baroque architecture, the concave ceiling arching over her, stretching all the way back to the five balconies—generously lit and horse-shoe-shaped seating areas—stacked on top of each other. It looked a little bit like the Théâtre du Châtelet in Paris that she got to see when she attended the Ballon d’Or for the first time a couple of years ago. A lot of things can change in two years, and Leah wasn’t sure whether it was for the better or not.

Her agent caught her in the middle of her admiring when he gave her shoulder a light tap, telling her that she was expected at the after-party too. Great, another two hours she’d have to endure as people praise her name for achievements unworthy of praise, just because she was Leah Williamson, captain of the Lionesses. But whatever else he said after that, Leah didn’t register, because her eyes had found a familiar frame standing a few tables away.

You looked dashing in your black nighttime attire, which sparkled every time the limelight happened to sweep past you. A gentle smile adorned your face as you conversed your heart away with a couple of actors whose names were lost on her. When you put your hand on one of them and laughed, your eyed darted over to her for a split second.

Only when those actors had left, did she even think of approaching you, but her feet were planted on the ground.

One, two, three, she counted in her head. One, two, three; come on, Leah . . .

“Hi, you!” There was a residual cheerfulness from your previous conversation in your voice. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” she tried to chuckle away her nerves, wiping the sweat in her hands on her pant legs. “You been okay?”

“Yeah,” you said it so softly that she almost missed it, if she wasn’t watching your lips. “Are you? Beth says you don’t come around her place anymore.”

“You still talk to Beth?”

“Yeah, she’s my friend, Lee. I . . . hope you don’t mind.”

“No! No, that’s . . . it’s great.” Leah said quickly.

You had smiled at her gratefully, and grasped her hand. “It’s good seeing you again.”

“You too.” She had said, robotically, before deciding against it. “Hey, don’t be a stranger, alright?”

You smiled again. This time, you brought her into your chest and wrapped your arms around her neck. “You first,” you said with a glint in your eyes, then you disappeared into the crowd.

And for a few brief moments, Leah Williamson didn’t think about how exhausted she was, only about how much she has missed being held by you. After all, it had been almost two years since she and you broke up, and maybe Leah was never able to move on like she had promised you.

How could she?

NINE. Be My Mistake.

She hated the feeling afterwards. She hated herself for having initiated it, for chasing after the girl like a hungry wolf in that nightclub. Now, Leah couldn’t bear the feeling of her lanky arms and sweaty skin touching her, like the intimacy was warranted, like she had somehow earned it.

Leah knew it was begrudging of her to shove the girl’s arm away so heartlessly and move upright to the edge of the bed, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t bring herself to be intimate with someone else, not yet. Not when every time she felt her skin she imagined yours, soft and scented with your familiar smell; every time she closed her eyes she saw your face like a ghost, refusing to leave her psyche; every time she opened her mouth to let out a noise of pleasure, it took everything in her to hold herself back from uttering Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.

The girl was confused but she was still, no doubt trying to decipher the sudden shift in Leah’s demeanor. She hated her stillness, the way her eyes watched her frame like she was a wounded animal in its enclosure.

“Please leave,” Leah said quietly, begging.

Silence.

“I don’t know what you’re going through, but if . . . you need someone—”

“Thank you, Delaney.” She gritted her teeth. “Please get out.”

Tonight, it was Delaney with the fiery red hair and dimples peppered over her cheekbones. A few nights ago, it was Lisa-Mae with the sultry brown eyes and unforgettable plump lips. Then there might have been an Erin and Hailey and Polly and maybe even a Daniela from when she visited Keira in Barcelona. She hated that she somehow remembered all of their names and kept count. Body upon body, yet she could not forget the one body she was using them all to forget about.

She couldn’t turn to alcohol, couldn’t smoke or do hard drugs because they would affect her performance on the pitch, but God knows she was thinking about it constantly. Anything to take this pain away for a moment, lest she turns into the starving wolf and goes out to hunt at night again. If only the press caught on to what she was doing.

Righteous Lioness turned starving wolf the moment the loneliness becomes a little too much to bare.

But she knew you wouldn’t have judged her. No, you would wrap her in your arms and let her scream, cry, do whatever she wanted to rid herself of the torment. She remembered all the nights you spent on the bathroom floor with her as she battled through her endometriosis, and how you would hold her like the world was about to collapse outside the window.

Leah was on the bathroom floor again, but she was alone this time, and the floor tiles felt colder and harsher than she had remembered.

TEN. Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy).

The feeling she got when the three whistles finally blew came to Leah quite rarely. It was one of elation and immense joy that the result of the game was finalized, because she had known half an hour ago that Arsenal would bring home the crucial three points from the match.

She brought her fists in the air as she made her rounds, patting her teammates on the back and shaking hands with opponents. She found Kyra and hoisted her in the air with a tight hug, as her younger teammate managed to score and assist today.

“Thank you, Leah.” Kyra giggled, as she was put down. “Is Y/N here?”

Leah’s smile remained, but she scrunched her eyebrows. “How did you hear about that?”

“How could I not? Y/N Y/L/N, coming to watch us play. I won’t be surprised if social media was buzzing about that rather than the actual match.”

If Kyra knew, that meant the entire team knew. She would endure the endless teasing if it meant getting to see you again, though.

Leah had found where you were sitting right from the start, in the VIP box where her friends and family sat, the usual spot you occupied when you were still together. Back then, she would watch you jog down the stairs with a blinding grin on your face, hop over the barricade and pull her into a bone-crushing hug. It could be a sold-out Emirates Stadium, but the only thing she wanted to watch was you. She still wanted to.

“Hi! Great game today.” You didn’t hug her, but did something far worse. You swung your arm and gave her bicep a quick pat, like a friend would.

“Thanks,” she said. “Should have scored that header though.”

“Hey, don’t put yourself down like that. You were great.” Somehow, your words made her feel worse about herself, and she just wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again. They felt patronizing.

Not far away, Beth’s joyful laughter cut through her sulking. Turning to look at the woman, she saw Beth wrapping her arms tightly around Viv’s neck and the Dutch spinning her around gleefully. Viv had managed to score a hat-trick today—her first since returning from her ACL injury—and even if she didn’t celebrate such an important feat, she would be dragged into one because her girlfriend definitely wouldn’t leave it alone.

It reminded her of when she would come home and celebrate her wins with you. She didn’t need any fancy parties or lavish gifts, just being in your company was more than enough. You would always end up buying her gifts though. “Just because”, you would say, the I love you going unspoken, but she knew it was there. She could always feel it hanging in the silence, in the spaces in your home, even when you were half a world away filming. She could always feel it, like a hearth, a palpable warmth flickering in her chest.

It made her envious watching Beth and Viv that they had what she once did.

“Y/N! You made it!” Beth’s voice tore Leah from her thoughts.

Despite her sentimental predicament, a chuckle made its way onto her lips as she watched you embrace Beth like two schoolgirls finally united again after the summer holidays.

“How long are you staying in London?” Beth asked.

“I don’t know, really,” you replied. “I’m doing a thing with Stella McCartney, so it might take a while.”

Leah couldn’t help but perk up at that. She could feel Viv glancing at her from the corner of her eyes.

“No way! Look at ya. Moving on to the fashion world already!” Beth exclaimed and gave your shoulder a light shove.

Only when you and Beth had walked away happily chatting did Vivianne elbow her gently.

“They seem happy,” the Dutch said.

“Yeah,” Leah pursed her lips. “That’s good.”

“And you? Are you happy?”

Leah knew that the both of them knew she wasn’t, but that wasn’t the right answer. She would not admit to something that she has been working for two years to get over, because it would mean that her woes were all for nothing.

“I am,” she nodded. “I’m glad they’re happy.”

If anything, Leah still loved you enough to admit that.

ELEVEN. Me.

Leah didn’t sleep much these days. She never really did—adrenaline being her biggest enemy—but she would find herself crying in frustration at four in the morning, unable to fall asleep.

It would be during those torturous hours that she would reminisce on the conversation in which she pulled the plug on your relationship.

It was a slippery slope of miscommunication, both of you were to blame, but she was the one who decided to run away instead of trying to work it out. She still kept the ring in a drawer somewhere, but the memory of your rejection made it to painful to look at.

In hindsight, she could have said it a bit differently, but she was close to exploding the previous days that all of it came flooding out of her.

She replayed the conversation often, like a broken record in her head, swapping out things that she could have said or you could have said that would have lead to a different outcome, maybe one in which she wasn’t so miserable two years on.

It was 1:43am, and she was wide awake yet again. You’d always had an irregular sleep pattern, and she wondered whether you were awake too.

She knew it was a mistake, and that she would regret it in the morning, but she texted you anyway.

hey are u awake?

Slamming her phone on the other side of the bed, Leah curled in on herself, burying her face in the pillows trying not to cry. If she hadn’t looked up in time, she would almost miss the incoming call on her screen. It was you.

“Hey,” she picked up after sniffling her tears away.

“Hey, you,” your voice was soft and lulling. “What an odd time for a footballer to be awake. Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty sleep?”

This made her chuckle. “If I did get all of my beauty sleep, you lot would have no chance.”

“Watch out, everyone. Leah Williamson’s ego is inflating, try not get crushed by it.”

As Leah’s laughter died down, she felt an awkwardness settled over the line. A silence once so comfortable now felt forced, straining under the pull between what once was and the ruins of it. The heavy weight of unspoken words curled on the tip of her tongue, the broken record of her mistake playing ever louder in her head.

“I didn’t expect to hear from you,” you finally broke the silence, your voice teetering between caution and curiosity.

“Yeah, well, insomnia makes one do questionable things.”

Leah wondered if she had accidentally revealed too much, and whether it was appropriate to do so. You two weren’t intimate anymore, you were barely friends nowadays, the finest thread of your acquaintance lied solely on your hangouts with Beth. How strange it was, you were half of her soul. Now you were almost like passersby on the street.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, a sense of concern in your tone.

“Um,” she hummed, trying to pull herself together. “Not really. I-I haven’t been doing too well.”

“Leah,” you said. “I-I know we’re not as close as we were before, but I wasn’t lying when I said I still want us to be friendly at least. I’m here for you. You know that, right?”

“I know.” She said, her voice wavering. She wouldn’t be able to hide her feelings from you, never you. “I know. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out sooner.”

“It’s okay, Lee. It hurt me a lot, not gonna lie, but I understand where you were coming from.”

Leah couldn’t hold it in anymore, and squeezed her eyes shut, her tears wetting the pillow she lay on. “I can’t be your friend, Y/N. I can’t just pretend like the last five years didn’t happen.”

There was a brief silence once more before you spoke. “I know. Might be selfish of me to wish things were different.”

“Then I’m selfish too,” she said, almost a whisper.

There was a pause, in which Leah bit the inside of her cheeks so hard they might start bleeding.

“Are you coming to Beth’s thing on Friday?” You asked.

“I think I’m expected to be there. Why?”

“Good, I’ll be there too. We’ll talk then.”

“Okay,” Leah said dumbly.

“Now, go to sleep.”

She giggled. “You first.”

TWELVE. Sincerity Is Scary.

Leah’s teammates have teased her many times throughout the evening, stating her unnecessary brooding was actually unnecessary this time and that she should liven up. She really couldn’t. Just thinking about seeing you again tonight made her want to have a heart attack and end her misery right there.

But the moment she heard your voice as you stepped into Beth and Viv’s house, a bottle of wine in hand and a bright smile on your lips, Leah felt her anxiety dissipate into oblivion, scolding herself for ever feeling nervous.

After all, it was you.

She waited patiently with a soft smile, her arms folded behind her back as she waited for all the girls to swoon over you. She had all night to keep you company, she was in no rush.

“Hey,” you found her after all the canoodling. Extending an arm, you awaited a hug which she gladly accepted.

“Hi,” she offered to take your jacket and hung it on the rack by the door. “You got here alright?”

“Man, the traffic at rush hour,” you sighed exasperatedly. “That’s the one thing I’ll never get used to. Almost makes me miss you being my personal chauffeur.”

She laughed. “That’s the only thing I was good for, was it?”

You narrowed your eyes at her teasingly. “Not just that.”

Leah wasn’t sure what you meant entirely with We’ll talk then, but seeing as she was the one who stupidly broke up with you, the balls were entirely in your court. She was just happy you were still willing to talk to her after she called you at 2am to blabber her insomniac nonsense.

She wasn’t courageous enough to sit directly next to you at the dinner table, but rather took the seat next to Katie who sat in front of you. Courage wasn’t something Leah felt much lately, and it took seeing you again for her to admit that. Perhaps she was never brave, but you always made her feel like it anyway.

Everyone loved you, the movie star that graced her team’s humble dinner. She couldn’t help but watch in awe as you managed to charm the pants off of everyone at the table with your witty remarks and crazy anecdotes. You had a presence that made everyone want to be your friend; it made her uncharacteristically shy at trying to get you to notice her, that she resorted to watching you from afar. And the few times you would make eye-contact with her, she could only look away, bashful that she had been caught staring, as her courage dwindling with each gaze.

Later in the night, when everyone was scattered around the house chatting, she found you sitting alone on the patio. Upon closer look, she could make out a smaller, fluffy unit in the form of Myle, Beth and Viv’s little pup, prancing around in front of you, waiting for you to throw the tennis ball in your hand.

The constant sound of the girls’ conversations died down the moment she stepped out in the backyard, now lit with rows of incandescent lights overhead. Myle barked once with excitement as she spotted Leah approaching.

“I think she wants you to throw it,” you handed her the ball.

She grinned and took it. “No one beats Auntie Leah.”

Little Myle was quick to launch herself across the yard on a mission to retrieve her precious artifact.

“I wanted a dog really bad, the first year we started dating.” You said, pulling your knees to your chest as a gust of wind pulled at your hair. “I wanted a little corgi or an Italian greyhound. I spent hours looking for one to adopt and researched food, bills, insurance and stuff.”

“Why didn’t you get one?” Leah asked.

“We haven’t even moved in together at that point. Plus, I was still bouncing around, you knew that.”

She did. You were shooting a movie in Canada the few first months you and her started talking. Then, you were hopping around Spain, Portugal and various parts of the UK for another project. It wasn’t ideal, but still much closer than Canada. You would fly out every other weekend to watch her play, and she would do the same and visit you on-set, moving most things aside for a couple days with you.

“I would have loved a dog, I don’t know about you.”

“I’m sure you would have. You’d probably love it more than me,” you laughed.

“No,” Leah shook her head softly. “Never.”

Summer was approaching. She could feel it in the mildness despite the breeze. For a while, the soft murmur of the wind caressing the trees was all she could hear, and Myle’s occasional huff as she impatiently waited for the ball to be tossed again.

You both sat there watching her, fantasizing of a different life, a dream that never materialized, another fragment of memories again tainted by what-ifs. Leah bit her lip, trying to calm her spiraling thoughts. She felt her courage slipping away again.

“I’m sorry I called you the other day,” she pursed her lips. “That wasn’t very appropriate. I should have asked to talk to you properly.”

“Don’t worry. Wasn’t the worst thing you could’ve done.” She heard you chuckle next to her. “I’ve had some time to think about us. Admittedly, I didn’t want to think about it at all the first few months, but my therapist told me I had to face it one way or another.”

Leah held her breath. This was the part where you tell her that you’d moved on and that she should stop pestering you. One of her knees started bouncing up and down as she waited for you to talk.

“I had to face the fact that you’re the love of my life, and that night I met you and we danced to Hozier together—on the first night we met no less—was the second best night of my life. The best was when you told me you loved me. And the worst night of my life was when you broke up with me.”

“I’m sorry,” Leah whispered, feeling her throat tighten at your confession.

“No,” you said, moving closer. “I don’t regret it. I wasn’t ready when you proposed, and that was my truth. But Leah, I’d be lying if I said that I’d be okay with letting you go again.”

“I should’ve talked to you about marriage before I asked you to marry me. It wasn’t fair on you.” Leah offered you a tearful smile.

“I want to try again. I would do it again for you.” You reached out and wiped away the tears that had silently rolled down her cheeks as she listened to you.

“I thought I’d lost my chance,” she said. “I thought you’d moved on.”

“Oh, baby,” your thumb brushed over her cheek softly. “How could you think I’d ever be able to forget about you?”

She let out a soft cry of relief. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and there was only one thing she thought of doing.

So she leaned in, never minding her wet cheeks. The last thing she saw was you closing your eyes too.

“Oh—sorry!”

The two of you jumped apart at the voice behind you. Leah turned around with a visible scowl on her face, seeing Beth grimace sheepishly as she called for Myle.

“It’s her dinner time. Come, little one, you hungry?” Beth attempted to explain herself, as Myle sprinted inside. “Alright then. As you were.”

The moment the door closed, you burst into laughter, making her break out of her frown and smile with you. “I can’t believe that just happened,” you said, laughing into her shoulder.

“I’m going to kill her,” she shook her head and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek.

She didn’t mind it too much, because she got to take you home later and make up for the last two years until the early hours of the morning. You and her would laugh about it years later.

THIRTEEN. About You.

Your lover never backed down from a challenge.

That was her way, and that was what made her one of the best in her sport, her unrelenting spirit.

Yet, her legs felt like they would turn to jelly the moment she laid her eyes on you at the end of the aisle, umber dirt covered in white rose petals. She felt like drowning in her emotions which had all risen to the surface, and the waves would only plunge her further into itself until she was completely immobilized by it. But she knew once she was able to pull herself together and walk to you on the other end of that path, heaven would be waiting for her.

The officiate went on and on about love, life, and promises of forever, but she had made that promise to you long before this day. She kissed you fervently the moment she was able to.

It only seemed fitting that the first chapter of your story began with a dance, and the most important one to also end with a dance. She offered you a hand, and you gladly took it, a childish giggle bubbling in your throat. The song you danced to the first night you met rang out in the venue, a soft and folksy tune the backdrop of your falling in love.

“It’s not so bad, is it?” She said with a teasing grin.

You gazed into her eyes like they held the world. You had no idea that her heart beat for you, how her soul yearned for yours, how her life will not forever be intertwined with yours.

You closed your eyes and hummed, swaying with her slowly, just like you’d practiced at home a couple of weeks ago, only that instead of the four walls of your shared home baring witness to this dance, it was all your friends and families.

Memories of the first night you met, and the one in which she promised you her heart bubbled as she saw the serene look in your face. You both have come so far.

You placed your head on her chest for all to see, the way you do when you are tired after long hours of work in front of the camera, when all you wanted was the magic and warmth of her company.

Leah smiled; she couldn’t stop smiling. She smiled and smiled until her cheeks ached, even beyond then, until forever.

“No,” you mumbled. “Not bad at all.”

a/n: happy holidays to everyone :)

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson imagines #leah williamson x you #leah williamson angst #woso fanfics #woso imagines #woso x reader #engwnt x reader #beth mead #vivianne miedema #viv miedema #kyra cooney cross

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mosscrab · 2 years

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dracula daily is reminding me of that weird adaptation I watched back in October that was like. true to plot but maybe a little TOO much for a two hour movie. I think it was a nosferatu one too but not That nosferatu from the twenties but a German one from the fifties (?)

#we did not need to spend this long on the boat I almost fell asleep #like it was certainly A Choice to spend eight-ish minutes just showing the boat trip with very little dialogue intermissions and no music #I have a lot of opinions on how book to movie adaptations should be done ie occasionally #it is alright to cut things down or leave bits out bc they drag on or do not translate well to film. like. idk I have a lot thoughts #.txt

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pixelatedquarter · 2 months

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sometimes people will just improvise "i'm reduced to the words you've used for me" live onstage with no context, no filter, and then one day you will want to apply it somewhere and, even if you've gotten to the point where you're alright with explaining "oh this line that fundamentally changed me as a person was taken from a smutty doctor who fanfic" how do you explain you took this one from a segment of a concert where the lyricist and the main composer who are also the bassist and lead singer/rhythm guitar have a little exchange between each other presumably initially to calm the nerves of the latter before he launches into a short solo intermission because the former while doing the stage design wanted him to have a moment, which is a fact that has been mentioned repeatedly and fondly by said composer. This format had been going on for around 60 concerts and the leg of the tour where it happened had been increasingly escalating in openly flirting with each other at an exponential rate, but really this goes back way further and you could trace it to a 22 years and ongoing intricate courtship ritual, from 2 guys* (you certainly do not have time to explain pete wentz's relationship to gender here) in a band that's been together for 20 years and is made out of soulmates and the power of friendship and love and you deeply wish you were putting on a bad yu gi oh impression but no they are really like that. To cosmic degrees sometimes. Perhaps it even counts as self insert fanfiction since the lyricist is fond of writing that shit live onstage. Maybe you can settle for "yeah. i took this from a fanfic. do not ask me the author or fandom.", that suddenly sounds so much simpler.

#but do you want to settle for the simple explanation #or do you bask in the messy and grey areas and no they really said that because why not #peterick

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balladetto · 5 months

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major arcana headcanons / accepting / @nihlkahn

the fool: what are link's thoughts on new beginnings? does it frighten him or excite him?

he tends to take new beginnings as something old ending. when applied to himself, as someone who has a part of him that wishes to leave the past behind more than he'll ever actually be able to, the idea of them certainly gives him hope! or at least something like encouragement? "even people like me can move on."

faced with an actual one, i'd say his feelings would depend on the circumstances — with where he's at now, he's at once eager to create something new for himself and very afraid to let go of what he might already have. he's lost a lot! even if it might be better to let go of in the long run, he can't so easily put anything familiar down for good. it kind of all relates back to his issues with identity, vulnerability, intimacy, and the act of essentially Unshelling himself.

in the more general sense, i think he'd be wary of them because he's already tried making a whole new beginning for an entire timeline. it certainly worked, but not without a cascade of consequences...yet i can't even call it a lesson learnt right now because he'd still go back and try to make a fresh new beginning if he secured the opportunity to.

the magician: how does link feel about fate? does he believe he can change his own destiny?

he has a mixed bag of takes on this. one: he sees fate and/or destiny as something he can definitely change for others by way of being the chosen one — just not for himself.

two: he thinks of himself as so entangled in destiny that anything that happens to him is as much a product of something predetermined and his own fault ( as the "fated" one, the one with the means to alter it in the first place. he doesn't quite see the ill logic or unintentional arrogance in this ).

three: there's a sort of security in feeling that everything happens for a reason and no matter how hard you try, fate will lead you to a set outcome anyway. it's a damaging safety, for sure, but link doesn't want to acknowledge so when the damage brought by the opposite — that things didn't have to end up like this, that there was even the sliver of a chance for something different, something better — would hurt so much worse. like. he can be brave about so many things! letting it get worse in order for it to get better is not one of them.

the high priestess: how does link make decisions? does he trust his instincts or would he rather trust his heart/his logic?

his journeys have shaped his decision-making process to revolve almost entirely around how it would impact or make others feel. sometimes, that comes from his instincts. other times, it comes from the heart! most of the time though, particularly if they're Important decisions, he'd follow the logic first — then try to make room for anything else. some of this comes from oot, most of it comes from mm.

oot's time-travel system fucks with him, yeah, but the time-travelling in mm is just. on a different level of taxing. i do think he spent the first few cycles trying to do everything — clear all the curses, help all the people — despite knowing the impossibility of it with the limits ( counting the time limit, his physical limits, his emotional limits, etc. ) placed on him, and ended up tormenting himself so bad there was a whole cycle where he didn't do anything meaningful. or anything at all.

between wanting to give in to the pointlessness of saving a world he's beginning to suspect isn't even real ( is this a dream? is he even here? has he even woken up from his sealing sleep with the master sword, or has this all been some elaborate nightmare? ), fighting with well, it feels real and that's enough ( it has be enough ), and being paralysed by the shame and weight of, like, everything — his logic is what gets him into the rhythm of i will do what i can without letting him fixate on feeling like he's dooming a world of people to their ends over and over again.

( and tatl. tatl is a huge help. )

the hanged man: how open is link to new opportunities? does he constantly look for them or does he simply take whatever comes his way?

depends on their nature. like new beginnings, he can be wary of these. too good to be true, there will always be some form of consequences, etc. etc.

also depends on what is meant by "opportunities". he isn't exactly the most driven person outside of what few concrete goals he's strung together ( see: finding navi ) or that've been given to him ( see: saving the world ). he's inherently curious, just not. ambitious? i think that's the word? he's not the most ambitious kid around when it comes to personal development. at least, not anymore! i think he's experienced Enough from the world that he's often just happy to take what he can get or whatever opportunities come his way nowadays. plus the whole thing he's got with fate/destiny.

the moon: what does link long for? is it a realistic desire?

oh gosh. as i write him in his main verse, a lot of things! sometimes contrary things. he wants navi, he wants a home, he wants to belong, he wants to go back to the past where he didn't have to be the hero of time, he wants that past to have never happened entirely because of what he now knows about it, he wants to rest, he wants to never need to rest because this is all he knows and what will he be without it...a common thread for almost all his desires is that they're not framed as realistic in his eyes. and the ones that are are so far removed from feeling actually attainable for him that he's subconsciously set himself up in a self-fulfilling prophecy of failure.

he's still got his whole life ahead of him though!! he's still got so much time to heal. and with the dynamics i've got going on in so many places, there are canons where he does, even if his life ultimately ends in tragedy. augh. where's that post. "the love was there. it didn't change anything, but it was there. it mattered that it was there." he just can't see it right now :')

#* lionheart / study.#* intermission / ooc.#ahhh thinking about these was so enriching! thanks lots for sending these in‚ red!! <333 #i just combined them all into one post asfkjdl hope that's alright #long post cw

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thechekhov · 4 months

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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts

CH. 33 Sea Serpent (Part II)

Ah, so we're taking a little intermission break from the main team I see. That's just gonna keep being a thing. Alright... keep your secrets...

This is so...normal. I'm not used to it at all.

Feeling a bit of pride for our girl Marcille rn

.....now that I know he's a little bit fucked up, that reaction does not inspire good feelings.

Last name drop?????

They're gay, K.... K..... Kaios?

I've forgotten his name.

Alright, Sherlock, we get it. Cellphone chargers, etc, etc.

Dwarf stinky.

But let's be real, Senshi probably smells like cooking oil.

is..... is the Japanese guy not human by virtue of being 'eastern'? What?????? 😂 I hope it's just this translation....

Hmmm.. so Namari's family got a bad rep, and Laios and Falin took her in, but that means that no one would be willing to take her place? I mean, it's not as if they NEED a dwarf.... it's not as in the dwarf would know anything about previous dynamics... especially if he had been living off of dungeon monsters.........

Senshi is only dangerous to food, chill out bud.

The dynamic here is..... sure something.

The fact that they're fully mispronouncing his name makes so much more sense now.

this boy straight up isekai'd himself to what. have his little DBZ plotline? Is that it?

ah yes. the other type of Guy.

...y.....ya good?

So Laios and Falin got swindled. You're saying they got swindled out of their money because they were trying to be kind. That's what you're saying? Just so that we're all on the same page.

Guy Who Has HyperFixated on Reading People's Intentions Takes the Biggest L.

I mean, to be fair, I don't think Laios cares about people as much as he cares about Falin. But FALIN. come ON. FALIN!

Actually no, Laios agreed to return to the surface for his team instead of following Falin. He's a good egg. SLANDER!! THIS IS SLANDER!!!!!

yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyikes on spikes.

"This whole dungeon system is fucked up, am I right? Anyway. I'm going to buy Twitter take over, that will definitely fix things."

GASP!! A BABY!!!

Oh, the one this and the PREVIOUS chapter was named for? I'm glad it finally showed up!

I cast STRENGTH SAVE! It's TERRIBLE! 😂

👁👁

"her"....

specced poorly, my man. It's a skill issue.

who are you? I would die for you.

This is.......a lot to take in at once. But that's definitely... that's the guy whose name they kept butchering, right? Right? He looks like he partook of the sake a bit too much recently but that's him, right? Why does he have a fangroup now?

Yeah, this is what losing Falin does to people.

Although... this is also a skill issue. Marcile just used the pain to become a stronger, more fucked up version of herself. This guy needs to up his game.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi quick reacts #dungeon meshi liveblog #chekhov reads dungeon meshi

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jqyszn · 9 months

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i just imagined reader being an mc on mubank or inkigayo or smth, while the mcs are interviewing enha, reader actually has a remote control vibrator in and hoon has gradually been increasing the speed and intensity while she was interviewing them

(maybe they fuck after enha's perf cause he feels bad)

anon. i love you for this omg. first of all that’s so sunghoon coded??? like i bet you he would love seeing you squirm and holding back your whimpers while you clamp your legs together🥺 this is honestly too good to not make a drabble so here you go <3

(drabble under cut!)

pairing: idol!sunghoon x idol!mc!fem!reader

warnings: vibrator (obv), pet names (princess, baby), sunghoon being a cheeky bastard, orgasm denial, pulling out method (please wear protection😭), hair pulling, mirror sex..?, pwp???

and now, the “future of kpop.. enhypen!” you cheered as enhypen walked into the room bowing. as soon as they get in their positions, sunghoon mischievously put his hand in his pocket and switched on the remote. your body jerks as you bite your lip to seal your moans.

“so sunghoon, would you say this comeback has been a hit?” the other mc asks him.

“of course! our fans and other idols including y/n here seem to love it!” he grinned, increasing the intensity of the vibrator causing you to bow your head down not wanting anyone to see your fucked out expression.

“y/n are you alright?” one of the members asks to which you shoot your head up and nod, “yes i’m alright thank you, its probably because of the heat of this fire comeback!” you exclaim at the camera, looking back at sunghoon giving him a glare.

a quick intermission comes on giving sunghoon a chance to whisper into your ear.

“you’re doing so good princess.. you close?” he smirks against your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“i’m so close hoon, please.” you beg, whimpering in his ear making his eyes darken with lust.

“as much as i love you baby, you can only cum if it’s around my cock. feel it baby, it’s so fucking hard for you.” he playfully moaned in your ear, guiding your hand down his body. your hand grazing over his hot and heavy boner.

“meet me in the changing rooms after our performance hm?” he grinned at you before the crew announced that you were now broadcasting again.

waiting for the performance to finish was tedious. watching him dance and sing with his charisma practically dripping off of him. even watching him from afar had you soaking your panties.

once the performance was finished, you waited for what seemed like decades, watching the other staff and members leave the room. after watching the last staff leave, you knock on the door.

“get in here.” he growls, pulling you in immediately smashing his lips onto yours, kissing you so hard and needy. “fuck i need you so bad right now. turn around.” his hand landing on your plump ass, earning a red mark.

you bend over the make up table, your soaked panties on full display for him. he licked his lips hungrily lifting up your skirt before he tore them off. “oh shit. do you see how fucking wet you are right now?” he teased, yanking the vibrator out of you replacing it with his slender fingers.

“ahh~ sunghoon!” you moan out only to be hushed by him. “be quiet. do you want everyone to know how well i’m gonna fuck you?” he cocked an eyebrow looking at you through the mirror. “no..” you answer, biting your lip almost to the point you can taste blood.

“exactly.” he tutted, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants before taking them off along with his boxers in a swift move. his raging, leaking tip hitting off his lower abdomen then standing proud.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to pound this little pussy.” he groans, pumping his length before lining it up with your entrance. “hoon please put it in..!” you begged, your hole clenching around nothingness.

“you best bet i fucking will.” he smirked, pushing himself into you, making sure you feel every inch of his throbbing cock. a loud moan escapes you, sunghoon hushing you by covering your mouth with his large hand.

“so you really do want people to hear us don’t you princess? such a dirty girl~” he cooed as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you. “don’t you dare make a sound.” he whispered into your ear seductively, removing his hand from your mouth only to pull your hair back as he pounded into you from behind.

“look at you, being fucked dumb by me. fuck! your pussy is so tight!” he grunted, pulling you hair harder.

“hoon.. i’m close!” you quietly moan, your walls clenching uncontrollably on his length.

“cum for me then princess. milk my cock for all you’re worth.” he let go of your hair, taking both your arms and pinning them behind your back.

“shit i’m cumming hoon!” you shut your eyes, feeling yourself let go all over his cock. your warm juices coating his girthy memeber deliciously.

“so.. fucking… good!” he grunted as he begins to approach his high, slamming into you like a wild beast. “ah shit!” he growls, pulling out of your cunt quickly. he pumped his wet dick, his load spurting all over your ass.

a/n: i literally finished this “drabble” within 2 hours which is insane because it’s not that far off with words as “Like what you see?” has 😭😭 maybe because i was busy…? idk but i hope u enjoyed this

#enhypen #enhypen smut #sunghoon #sunghoon smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen ff #enhypen fics #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon fic #park sunghoon #enhypen imagines #ri’s asks 💬#kpop #kpop smut #kpop hard hours

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kazuko-stuff · 2 months

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Batsis as Vtuber and Batfam finds out, save it for Stephanie and Alfred

When you started out

You decided to try vtubing when you notice that you don’t have to show your face online

Since your family is too busy doing their nightly activities, you stream games as a way to pass time.

You usually stream FPS, retro, fashion and RPG games since it takes the most time

Overtime, you decided to try song karaoke streams after seeing other Vtubers doing singing, since you always wanted to be a singer but was too shy

You became well known overtime due to gaming content style and singing

Stephanie found out when she was watching your streams after hearing your voice and often do collabs together

If you join an agency

Overtime, you audition for well known Vtuber agencies that focus not only on streaming, but singing and dancing.

You got accepted to be part of the first generation of agency and Steph decided to join as she is also a fan of their talents.

Your avatar is based on a fairy godmother princess and your lore is being a fairy godmother in training from another world to bring happiness to others

Your fan base is known as fairies and members are part of the Designers. Your mascot is a cat name Momo

Your goals include having an original album, 500k subscribers, to meet your oshis, and perform live

If you have 1 million subscribers, you plan to coordinate a special outfit for the CEO as he is a legend, a chad and best girl

You befriend your other genmates and enjoyed being part of their projects

Because of your princess fairy-godmother image, along with Alfred raising you, you are seen the most Seiso of the group but there is still Yabai moments within the stream

You do French zatsudan, along with French classes streams, baking streams and embroidery and jewelry streams

Alfred is aware of your secret and is supporting you on the sideline. He always helps out with your projects and does contact your manager for help sometimes.

After reaching a big number of fairies, you have Alfred join your stream as a special guest star due to the fans wanting to see him

He is known as the fairy grand-pere and gave him an avatar with a lore that he is likely an envoy of family and was sent to help the royal family of all fairy guardians.

You two played Grand Theft Auto together and Alfred ended up getting to most shots along with many superchats from the fairies ( almost $5,000). He also answered the fans questions in a Q&A with him

You eventually had your first cover and did more favorite anime songs ( shojo anime)

You decided to work on your first original, focusing on a song that would match your image

You decided to due to 12 hour endurance stream for fun and that’s when your father found out

You were playing Hitman, when you were staying at the Mansion and he came to your door to see if you are alright, after hearing some game sounds thinking someone broke in, causing you to do an intermission break.

He asks why are still playing videos game in 1 in the morning and your told him that you must haven’t check the time only to notice your waiting load screen causing him to realize that you do streaming in secret, causing he go back to what he was doing, do to awkwardness

Tim found out after he watched Steph’s stream, when your gen-mates collaborated together, when he heard your voice and decided to be a Fairy to support you. He is amazed at your Japanese skills when you collaborate with other members in Japan.

Dick and Barbara found out when you were doing a karaoke stream at one point and joined your membership. You found out after seeing Dick’s super chat message

Damian found out after he overheard you during an ASMR Zatsudan, telling fairytale stories and singing lullabies, leaving him confuse why your doing this

Cass sometimes appears as a special guest in your stream and sometimes in Stephs.

Your father even sent a generous red superchat, showing he is supportive of your Vtuber activities. He is nicknamed by your fans Fairy God-daddy much to your flustered state and even got fanart based on your avatar. It didn’t help that you mention he is very popular among the ladies.

Overall they are willing to go to your concert, when you have one in person or go crazy on buying your merch. They also go to your special events as well when they have time.

Harley Quinn is also a big fan of yours and is part of your membership. She never misses a stream.

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bakubunny · 6 months

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🤲🧎🏻‍♀️kindly asking for shinso + "don't give me that look" and/or "i haven't even touched you and you're already this wet" 😵‍💫🥵

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY 🥳💜💜

“i haven’t even touched you…” is one of my all time faves. 😩 i’ll gladly fill this request! and thank you!! happy early birthday to you too! i made this a birthday date with shin to celebrate you. ☺️

side note: i used sir as a title/honorific, but if you don’t want that, let me know and i’ll change it.

hope this was worth the wait! 💜

cw: aged up characters, teasing, sir as title, fingering, pet names: baby, kitten, pretty girl, good girl

When he’d brought you here, he truly had no intention of getting you so worked up. It was supposed to be a fun, innocent date with your boyfriend. A cute date with popcorn and candy at a drive in theater for your birthday. but with Hitoshi, things weren’t always that simple.

Everything started out great. You’d bought your car ticket ahead of time for the Friday night double feature: Scream and Don’t Breathe, perfect for a crisp October night snuggled up in the backseat of his car with blankets and pillows on either side of the two of you. With the radio set to the right frequency to hear the movie and your favorite goodies nearby, the first movie started rolling.

Hitoshi’s arm was wrapped around your shoulder, and you leaned in to his embrace to get comfortable. He thought it was adorable the way you jumped just a little with wide eyes at a movie you’d both seen several times; even though the movie was a predictable watch at this point, it still got you enough for him to notice you subtle movements and small gasps. And come to think of it, he did love hearing you gasp. His pants got a little tighter thinking of how he’d made you gasp and moan the night before with your fingers curled in his hair….

You leaned forward to grab your drink from the cup holders and you just looked too damn cute, enraptured by the film on screen. His large hand slid down your spine and rubbed the small of your back for a moment and moved back up around your shoulder. The credits of the first movie began, signaling the intermission, when you felt Hitoshi’s gaze.

“Happy birthday, pretty girl. Is this the extravagant night you’d hoped for?” His eyes were playful as he looked down at you.

“I’d say so. I get to be snuggled up with you watching movies. What more could I ask for?” you replied.

Hitoshi’s brow lifted slightly, a grin curled around his lips as he leaned in. “I can think of a few things….”

You smiled as your lips met, his hand moving up to cradle your face. His kiss was tender for a moment, but as you continued it shifted to firm and wanting as his tongue slid over yours. Hitoshi groaned into your mouth.

"Come here," he said, pulling you into his lap so you straddled him.

Hidden by the dark of night and slightly tinted windows, he took your face in his hands and kissed you once again. A shiver of need ran down your spine the deeper he pulled you. From the way his thumb stroked your cheek at first to the way he massaged the back of your neck as he kissed you, every movement he made had heat pooling between your legs. You felt a smile on his lips when a small groan left your own.

Warm kisses trailed down your jaw to your ear as your breath fell shallow. You wanted to stop him as his mouth descended on your neck, and you almost did. Hitoshi knew how sensitive your neck was. But it was hard to think when intense pleasure shot through your body as he latched on to every tender place he could, kissing, sucking, licking in a way that made your eyes roll as you whimpered.

“Baby, please,” you said, half-heartedly pushing him away.

“What is it, kitten?” Hitoshi teased between kisses. “Is everything alright?”

You gripped his shoulder tighter as his teeth grazed your neck. “You already know.”

One of his hands ran down to your thigh, digging his fingers into your flesh. “Tell me anyways. I want to hear it.”

“I… I’m gonna want more if you keep it up, and we really shouldn’t do this here,” you replied.

His hands slipped under your sweater and unclipped your bra. “Just let me play with your tits while we wait for the next movie, yeah?”

Heat rushed to your groin and flushed your cheeks. “Fine, just while we wait.”

Hitoshi took your tits in his large hands, massaging them before dipping his head to slip a nipple In between his lips with a groan. His tongue ran over the swollen bud as he sucked, pinching and playing with your other nipple in his hand. Another moan left your throat as your hips wanted to buck into the swelling bulge in his pants.

Hitoshi grabbed you by the hip. “No. Stay still for me.”

You groaned, but did as he asked while he took your other tit into his mouth. A subtle throb built between your thighs the longer he stayed. As the minutes passed and he continued to tease relentlessly, your whimpers got louder. The second movie eventually started, but Hitoshi didn’t let up. You squirmed in his grasp in an attempt to get away, desperate to find relief from the wet ache in your cunt.

“‘Toshi,” you whined. “It’s starting.”

“But you sound so pretty, baby. I don’t wanna stop,” he replied.

With that he continued, much to your pleasure or dismay, you weren’t sure. Your breath was heavy as you clung to him, little threads and shocks of pleasure running through your body.

You groaned. “You gotta stop or I need you to touch me or something. I can’t take it.”

Hitoshi ignored you, even with a gentle tug on his hair.

“S-sir, please,” you said softly, “I need you.”

He pulled his head up to look at you and smirked, your cheeks flushed with eyes begging for anything he’d be willing to give.

“That’s my girl. Jeans off for me,” he said.

You quickly pulled them off and leaned back against the pillows lining the car door. You’d thought that, after he’d spent so damn long on your tits, making you writhe in his arms, that the teasing was over. But no.

Hitoshi’s hands slid up your thighs as he kissed you. He somehow managed to maneuver his body so that his head was between your thighs. He trailed each one with kisses from your knees all the way to the innermost part of your thighs. His lips ghosted across your cunt in anticipation, but never quite got there. With more slowness than you thought necessary, he pulled off your panties to claim his red, swollen little prize.

“Fuck, kitten, just look at you…. You’re dripping for me and I haven’t even touched you,” Hitoshi said.

His lips met yours once more. You whined into his mouth when he ran his fingers along your folds before finally sliding them into your cunt. Fingers slightly curled, he sated the ache of your body with a hard, steady pace as you made out. Your legs quivered and you moaned as you came, shockwaves of pleasure rolling down your body. He brought his hand from your cunt to your lips and you took what was offered, cleaning off his fingers between your lips.

“Such a good girl….” Hitoshi said, leaning in for another kiss.

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#so much for ‘short drabble’#got carried away but i think it was worth it #it’s been a while since i’ve written hitoshi and he deserves the attention #aged up characters #bnha #mha #x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #bnha x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinso hitoshi #shinsou x reader #shinsou smut #bakubunny #requests

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