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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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Gojo x Reader

No nut November

Summary: Gojo tries to participate in no nut November but his girlfriend has other plans.

Warnings: Pure smut. Minors DNI. 18+ Posting twice so it has its own post for it as well.

“Baby, please go sit over there.” Gojo begs. You were both sitting on the couch in his apartment, having your weekly date night/movie night. You were sitting shoulder to shoulder until your boyfriend practically whines at you to move.

“You’re distracting me baby. You look way to sexy tonight. You’re killing me. Why are dressed so fucking hot on movie night anyway. Fuck.”

See your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, the cocky, overconfident(maybe earned confidence) man he was thought he would try the No Nut November challenge. Something he probably saw scrolling online, something so many men try to accomplish. You thought it was quite silly, sex was good…it was healthy, but he insisted he could do it. “I can do anything. I’m Satoru Gojo. I’m the best at everything. Anything I put my mind to I can do perfectly.” Okay, maybe he didn’t quite say it like that…but that’s certainly how it sounded.

Unfortunately for you though, that meant no sex. No nothing really, he said he couldn’t touch you sexually or he’d give in. He’d kiss you, but that was it. No fingering, no eating you out. Just kissing. What were you? Teenagers? All you’ve done the past 2 weeks is makeout. You were aching…and you knew he was too. So tonight you put on your shortest skirt, you’re cute little lacy panties, no bra and a shirt that was just a little bit low. Nipples visible through the fabric, just enough for him to want more.

“Toru seriously? I’m not doing anything.” That was a lie. You wanted him, you were aching to feel the way his cock slammed into your pussy, the way his tongue flicked on your clit, the way he grabbed your ass rocking your hips back and forth whenever you sat on his cock. Sex with Gojo was fantastic, and you’d been without for too long. So here you were, doing the opposite of nothing, trying to turn him on. Sure you were only sitting shoulder to shoulder, but the way you were slyly reaching over him to grab popcorn making sure he got a good view of your tits; or the way you were holding his hand and carefully placed it right at the sweet spot between your thigh and your cunt. He was right, you were distracting him.

He pauses the movie and full turns to you. His blue eyes piercing through you, sometimes you thought his six eyes could read your thoughts by the way they bore into your soul. “Not doing anything my ass. Please angel, you’re tempting me. I’m trying to do a challenge remember?” He gives you his best attempt at a puppy dog face.

“Yes Satoru. I remember.” you say rolling your eyes, your hand makes it’s way to his thigh, hovering right over the fabric of his sweatpants, inching closer and closer to where his cock rests. “I’m not doing anything, we’re just watching a movie.” you say innocently blinking your eyelashes at him as your hand finally rest directing on his cock through the fabric.

“First of all its Toru or baby, or sweetheart, or my handsome hunk to you. Second of all what do you call this than?” he says motioning to where your hand lay still.

“Okay TORU, and I’m literally just sitting here baby. Whatever do you mean.” You still play innocent as you start to rub his cock over the fabric of his pants.

“Baby, come on. You’re being such a fucking tease….fuck. Go sit over there you’re killing me here.” He whines, though he hasn’t moved an inch. He’s much taller than you, much stronger yet he hasn’t removed your hand from his growing erection.

“Oh, I’m sorry baby. You want me to sit somewhere else?.” You climb over him, lifting your skirt and placing yourself on him, face to face, one leg on either side. You start to pepper his neck with kisses, blowing softly into his ear.

“Fuckkk Y/N.” Is all he can breathe out. He throws his head back, all the pent up energy inside him wants to come out, it’s begging. Your lips make their way to his, and he kisses you hungrily, chasing your lips when you break away.

“We can still kiss Toru… that’s what you said.” You start grinding your hips onto his lap, feeling his erection between your legs. The heat coming from you is almost too much to bare. The way his hard cock feels against your panties causes a light moan. Your pussy aches to feel him, any part of him.

“This isn’t just kissing love. God you’re such a fucking tease baby.” He’s grinding himself into you, his big hands grasping firmly at your hips. You lift your shirt over your head and watch as his focus falls to your tits, wanting to taste them. Feel them.

You slow the rhythm of your grinding even further. Making his cock twitch. “Yeah baby, do you want me to stop? I’m so wet for you Toru, I want you so bad.” you whisper seductively in his ear, moving just enough to pull his pants off, which he doesn’t stop, taking your place back on his lap. “I need you Toru.” You inch back so he has a full view of your body, his hands still firmly grasping your hips. Cock rock solid. He’s taking you in, drunk off your words. His cock is throbbing at every whisper in his ear, watching the sight of you sitting so pretty on his lap, begging for him. You slide two of your fingers into your panties, letting out a small moan as you rub your aching clit. “Baby you really gunna make me fuck myself?”

“Fuuuuck. I can’t with you. Is this what you want?” He rips your underwear off you, literally rips them in half rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit. Teasing you with the feeling. He kisses your lips, breaking free to whisper in your ear “God you drive me crazy, little slut, tell me how bad you want me again.”

“Toru need it, I n-need you inside me.”

“Yeah? Fuck, is this what you wanted princess?” he asks as he pumps his hips up, shoving his cock inside you watching the way your tits bounce as you ride his fat cock.

“Y-yes Toru. Missed this.” you moan into his ear. Bouncing up and down, grinding yourself in his lap. Feeling how good his cock fills you up, the way he moves his hips in rhythm with yours. “God Toru you feel so good, don’t s-stop.” You moan, throwing your head back in ecstasy as his mouth makes its way to your tits, taking one on his mouth sucking your hard nipple. His hands so firm on your ass you’re sure they’ll leave marks.

He flips you over, so effortlessly until he’s right above you, you pull his shirt over his head running one hand down his chest as he lifts your legs up over his shoulder. Fucking you deep, causing whimpers out of your mouth. Your nails dig into his back as he pumps faster and faster. One hand furiously massaging your clit.

He shoves his fingers in your mouth, gagging you. “You like the way you taste sweetheart?” he says before grabbing your neck, slightly squeezing as he pounds into you.

You feel small tears brimming at your eyelashes, whimpers still escaping your lips. He’s fucking you so hard, it feels intoxicating. You’re drunk off the way he feels against your walls.

“You wanted this so bad, fucked my challenge all up. Now your taking me so well, god your so tight. Fuck.” His lips make there way down your body, leaving a trail of bite marks and sloppy kisses.

“I’m gun-gunna c-cum Toru.” you moan as you reach climax, loadly moaning as you cover his cock in your slick juices. He watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head, back arching, head thrown back. “Fuck you’re so sexy, you take my dick so well.” He says before pulling out and shoving it in your mouth. “Do you like the way you taste princess?” he asks as he fucks your face, your tongue running circles around his cock. Gagging slightly. One hand jacking what you can’t fit in your mouth.

“Mhhmmm” you manage to mumble.

“Shit. Ooo I’m cumming, take it all. Swallow it.” he demands, his eyes focused on the way you suck at the tip, drinking every drop, tongue swirling delicately around it.

He collapses on your chest, both your naked bodies entangled together. Heavy breathing and tiny kisses to your chest and your neck. Body numb, pussy feeling raw.

After a moment of you two just being. You both get up to replace your clothing. “Fuck. There goes no nut November.” Gojo says with a laugh, still out of breathe, pulling his sweatpants back on and motioning for you to lay on his lap.

“I’m not even sorry.” you say with a smirk. “Now let’s finish our movie yeah?”

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kisseobie · 2 months

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Hello🫣🫣 may I request p1harmony reaction to you wearing something short/revealing when going out clubbing? Thank youuu☺️☺️

p1harmony reacting to you wearing revealing clothes

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: suggestive

tags: established relationships, clingy piwon, the boys are.. boys, clubbing, drinking (aged up for seobsoul), non idol au

a/n: it’s funny bc i was JUST reading an exact post like this a few minutes ago so anon if u were the same person who sent @ntoniac a request for the same thing i hope i can do it justice bc hers had me giggling and kicking my feet .. ANYWAYS! once again i apologize for slow updates i unfortunately am a student amidst a depressive episode soooooo it takes me a bit longer to write :( i hope u all can understand

𖧷 keeho

is honestly so cheesed. the type to insist to take pictures of you on his phone before you two actually make your way out, already mentally planning out which photo he’s gonna use in his next photo dump. is always super grabby with his hands, but its somehow amplified tonight. constantly has his arm lazily perched on your shoulder, and he often whispers cute little compliments into your ear every now and then. doesn’t really mind when people approach you to talk to you, doesn’t even necessarily care when said people make quick glances at your cleavage and the short length of your skirt. you two have an immense level of trust in your relationship, so he’s not one to feel insecure when people admire his girl. i can see kyo as the type to drag you onto the dance floor too, just so he can spin you around and feel your ass rub against the frontside of his jeans. eventually does end up posting those photos he took of you earlier on instagram, but not without captioning it something like “that’s all me”

𖧷 theo

doesn’t care about how short and tight your mini dress is, just wants it off of you by the end of the night. when you first skipped into the living room, beaming as you showed off your outfit of choice to him, theo had to hold himself back from kissing you silly. just like keeho, the simple concept of his girlfriend wearing a revealing outfit doesn’t make him super possessive, but he does make himself known to onlookers as your boyfriend in other ways, whether that be holding your drink and purse for you without you even asking him to, or sneaking up behind you to pepper kisses along your neck when your in the middle of conversation with someone. he makes his presence known but also wants to ensure that you have a carefree, enjoyable night without feeling like you have to tend to your boyfriend the entire time. taeyang definitely does admire your cleavage when he gets the chance too though, shamelessly stares at your chest and just giggles in reply when you scold him for doing so… loves to flirt with you even more than he usually does tbh

𖧷 jiung

is the overly possessive boyfriend that will whine and beg you to change. in reality, he doesn’t actually expect you to change your outfit, but lets you know (whilst pouting) that although you look hot and he wants to devour you, he also is very nervous about the unwanted attention you might get. it’s not a bad thing really! jiung just wants to be the only man that gets to see you in such a tiny top. although he might complain at first, you don’t miss the obvious blush on his face, silently signaling to you that he secretly loves when you dress this way. he’s not a very touchy person, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t interlock your fingers the entire night, even giving your hand gentle squeezes when you give someone else a little too much attention for his liking. glares at anyone who might whistle at you or even just look in your general vicinity for a bit too long. quickly shuts down offers himself from other guys that have the balls to ask you to dance. yeah, your not being let out of his sight looking that good. he’s just obsessed with you and wants you all to himself, sorry!

𖧷 intak

actually is the one who helps you pick out your outfit! tak himself wants to spend the night out showing off his beautiful girlfriend so he purposely convinces you to wear the shortest denim skirt you own, paired with an equally revealing spaghetti strap crop top. comes up behind you when your adjusting your outfit in the mirror to wrap his arms around your waist and perch his chin on your right shoulder, shooting down any concerns you might have about your outfit being kind of “whorish” (your words, not his!). is your personal hype man. you look good and he’s gonna make you feel good. loves to watch you on the dance floor from a nearby barstool, having the time of your life with your friends. after you’ve tired yourself out, you walk towards him to join him at the bar and he doesn’t miss the opportunity to eye your entire body from top to bottom and let out an obnoxious whistle. he’s sooooo sweet frat boy coded… definitely asks if he can take a body shot off of you whilst winking and you just roll your eyes in response. when he ends up drunk out of his mind and you have to drag him inside your shared cab, he’s mumbling the sweetest praises to you before he falls asleep against your shoulder

𖧷 soul

doesn’t really have much to say, but his body language speaks for itself. like most of piwon, his possessiveness is at a minimum, and like intak, he loves when you feel confident enough to dress this way. maybe it’s the introvert in him, but he lives vicariously through your bold outfit choices. loves to give you kisses on your exposed collarbone as he smoothens out a crease on your silk skirt. he also loves the way your stomach peeks out of your cropped top, and he holds onto your waist when kissing you to circle his thumbs on the area. stares at you lovingly the entire night, and doesn’t falter when your eyes meet every now and then. he comes up to you towards the end of the night and whispers into your ear about how he thinks you look so pretty and that he loves this outfit. you definitely end up seeing a more vocal side of him when the alcohol kicks in, and you swoon at how lovey dovey his words are. he just wants you to feel pretty and confident and he ends up succeeding in proving that to you! makes really bad attempts at flirting which ends up in the pair of you laughing your asses off. overall shota makes you feel beautiful and you make mental notes to bring him out wearing revealing clothes more often

𖧷 jongseob

djsjdkajdjsj i have to write my boyfriend as clingy as possible. he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to sit on the end of your bed, aimlessly scrolling on his phone and taking little peeks at you every now and then while your doing your makeup on your vanity. when you finish your makeup and go to your closet to change into the tiny little dress you’ve chosen for the evening, you’re honestly a bit nervous as to how your boyfriend will react to how bodycon and short the attire is, but you look and feel hot and that encourages you to step out in front of him. he notices your presence right away and looks up at your face, then chest, then thighs, and then turns off and tucks his phone into his back pocket and grabs at you to sit on his lap. gives you the sweetest kiss imaginable and pulls away to look at you with disbelief. asks you something along the lines of “how did i get so lucky?” and his hands run all over the material of your dress. his boldness is new but very welcome and he spends a good while complimenting you, asking you where you bought this dress, and playing with your hair with a smug grin on his face. gets soooo excited to take you out and wastes no time in calling an uber so he can show you off to the world. feels like he’s on cloud 9!

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n1nicou · 3 months

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Loves wound, loves cure

pairings: dallas winston x reader

summary: dallas winston is a stubborn man, causing a fight between the two of you. but when you come to him all beaten, it seems like the fight has long left his mind, his only concern being you.

a.n: sorry i haven’t posted in three months, i had mid years and school is really eating my ass right now!!! 😀😀🤩🤩 (math and science can go fuck themselves!!!) anyway eat this up yall cause lord knows when im posting a new fic 😭

"fine! don’t want me to talk?" you shouted at dallas with an angry tone before getting up from the couch and making your way to your front door.

"where ya goin'?!" dallas said as he immediately shot up from the couch, seeing you move to the front door.

"we’ll talk when i feel like talkin'!" you said as you looked back at dallas with your eyebrows furrowed together. your was blood boiling with anger, but you couldn't ignore the hint of sadness deep inside your chest.

fights between you and dallas weren’t uncommon. when you did fight, it would always be over something stupid that would end with the both of you making up. dallas never said sorry, not with his pride and ego he did, but he found other ways to apologize to you. more subtle, but obvious enough for you to pick up on. however, tonight was a different story. you and dallas had been going on and on about something he had done.

you and dallas had been at the dingo all night, which was fun for the first few hours until some broad thought it was a good idea to try and sweet talk dallas, which you obviously did not enjoy. dallas, in his end, didn’t seem to mind the lousy and annoying flirtatious comments the girl made. not that he condoned to the girl's advances or try to flirt back with her, but the occasional smirk would appear on his face which only encouraged the girl to continue.

you watched as the scene unfolded, your eyebrows furrowed together when you noticed that dallas wasn't rejecting her advances. you knew dallas liked to have his fun, tease and bother girls, but not initiating anything as you were his first real girlfriend, which was strange for him. so when you both came back to your place, after ignoring him the whole rest of the night and finally blowing up on him after he profusely kept asking you why you were acting like this, he didn’t really understand why you were so upset. to dallas, it was just harmless fun, he wouldn’t do anything with her.

so there you two were, arguing back and forth for a while before dallas’s anger got a hold of him and he yelled at you to shut up.

and this is exactly the way you found yourself in this situation, walking out of your house as you just weren't able to deal with dallas right now. as much as dallas protested, you ignored his words, your mind filled with anger and disappointment.

dallas laid down on the flimsy couch of the curtis home, a cigarette between his fingers. he tried his best to be mad at you, wondering what your damn problem was, but in the end, he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit guilty.

the image of your angry but sad and upset face plaged dallas's mind, making him wonder if maybe he was too harsh with you. however, dallas's deep thinking was suddenly stopped when he heard the door of the curtis house slam open. dallas sat up from the couch and turned his head to the front door, expecting to see johnny coming to find refuge from his own house or a guy from the gang.

there you were, your lip busted open, your nose bleeding. open cuts and gashes trailed down from your forehead to your jaw. you were shaking violently as tears rolled down your cheeks, the saltiness burning your open wounds and broken sobs leaving your bleeding lips. with your blurry vision, you were able to see dallas, who you hadn’t expected to see at the curtis house.

dallas wasn’t sure who came up to whom first. whether you rushed to dallas first or he rushed to you first, it didn’t really matter, as dallas was now right in front of you, looking down at you with concern.

“jesus christ, the hell happened to you, y/n?!” dallas asked with an impatient and angry tone. despite his angry demeanor, dallas’s fingers reached to gently cup your chin.

you were in too much shock to even utter a single word. you looked up at dallas, eyes full of fear, as tears ran down you cheeks. you opened your mouth to try and speak, but all that came out were a few broken sobs and his name.

“d-dally…” you croaked out in a shaky voice. dallas felt his heart break at your pained voice. he soon understood that he wasn’t going to get anything out of you unless you calmed down first. dallas gently picked you up in his arms before placing you down on the flimsy leather couch. your hand tightly gripped his forearm, tears still running down your bruised and cut cheeks.

dallas thought that if he made one wrong move, you would shatter like glass. his rough and calloused hand gently cupped your cheek, looking right down at you.

"'s alright, dally's here... relax, sweet girl, i got you..." dallas whispered in a soft and gentle tone, such a gentle tone. the kind of tone he had never ever used on a single soul, not even on you before this. the kind of tone he wouldn't be caught dead using on anyone, anyone but you right now. he simply kept rubbing your cheek with his thumb, hoping that it would calm you down, as he didn't really know how to comfort someone in this situation. to be fair, dallas never really comforted many people in his life, so he tried to keep his approach gentle, not wanting to overwhelm you.

with the help of dallas's soft rubs on your cheek and gentle words, your adrenaline slowly started to dissipate. now, you could really feel all the pain from each and every bruise, gash and cut that was inflicted on you. your breaths slowed down and you slowly became more conscious of your surroundings.

"tell me what happened, sweet girl." dallas got straight to the point as soon as he noticed that you were more aware of everything now. he was itching to know who or what decided it was a good idea to hurt his girl like this.

it took you a few moments to collect your thoughts before you spoke up in a shaky tone. "i-i was walkin outside after our fight and-and this white mustang started tailing me..." dallas felt his stomach drop at your words. he didn’t need to hear the rest to get a clear thought in his head of what had happened, but he let you talk.

“i tried running or-or sum’ but they caught up to me… and i…” you tried to keep talking, but you felt as if a thorn bush was stuck in your throat, anything else other than sobs being unable to leave your mouth.

“shh, easy, y/n… ‘s alright… did they hurt you, sweet girl?” dallas asked. he already knew the answer, but he thought that maybe it would be easier if he helped you say it. you nodded your head yes before looking down at your lap, tears dripping down onto your jeans.

"fuckin' socs..." dallas felt his blood boil as you confirmed his suspicions. his fists clenched, knuckles turning white and nails digging into his palms as a strong feeling of rage took over his mind. he would kill whoever touched you, his girl, which he had made pretty clear to everyone.

but he held back, his only priority right now being you. he would deal with the unfortunate socs who thought it was a good idea to hurt you, later.

“i-im sorry, if i hadn’t been such a stubborn idiot, if i had just shut my trap like you said, none of this woulda happened…” you spoke up in your quiet and broken voice as you kept staring down at your lap. dallas immediately stopped you, tilting your head up so his eyes met yours. the guilt hit dallas like a truck. harder than ever now that were blaming yourself and excusing his behavior.

“that don’t matter anymore. it ain’t your fault, doll” the last thing on dallas’s mind was the fight you two had earlier and he didn’t want you thinking about it, nor did he want you blaming yourself for something someone else did to you. his rough fingers kept stroking your damp cheeks, feeling your whole body shake underneath his gentle touch.

"dal-dal, i'm so scared..." you croaked out as your grip on his forearm tightened. you were still in a lot of shock and pain, your body violently shaking.

dallas couldn't handle it anymore. he pulled you into his arms, bracing you with a gentle hug, afraid that if he held you any tighter, you would collapse. you tensed up in his arms, surprised at his actions, but you soon melted into his touch and buried your head into the side of his neck.

"shhh... you're safe, those fuckin' idiots are gone... s’alright sweet girl.." dallas tried to say in the most gentle tone possible, but you heard his anger slip through his comforting words.

nonetheless, you were shocked.

dallas winston, the dallas winston had you wrapped up in his arms, in a hold so so gentle as he shushed you softly. the words he said were comforting, sweet. something no single soul, not even yourself, had ever heard from this tuff, mean, violent greaser. the man who couldn't love anything, no one, was afraid to break you as he held you so delicately. slowly but surely, you felt your fear disappear. a sense of safety washed over you as he held you.

you knew you would be okay.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 6 months

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SFW version ::: Dating THE fucking Katsuki Bakugo

Part II (NSFW version ::: Dating THE fucking Katsuki Bakugo)

A/N ::: I'm absolutely feral delulu (god I hate that word but it's really all that can describe accurately how insane I am) for Katsuki right now.

C/W SFW ::: Brief language. Sweet Katsuki on date with ChubbyF!reader // you // y/n, new relationship, testing the waters, sweet Katsuki. Sorry. Had to say it twice. Soft touches here and there, sweet kisses. NSFW stuff will be posted soon.

I edited this many many many many times. So if I missed anything gross, lmk.

Thinking about a fourth date with Katsuki that goes really, really well.

He picks you up in his Black Jeep that has green and orange interior (yeah, it sure does). It's a stick, too. And the gear shifter cap is a custom made piece; a black grenade. Anyway, he gets to your house and walks up to the front door wearing those fucking sexy ankle pants that fit him just perfectly. And a long sleeved polo shirt with that little alligator on it. The collar is popped up around his neck. Not because it's cold or anything. He was told by a friend of a friend of yours that you thought it was incredibly sexy that he wears it like that. Too bad his friend was fucking with him, though. You don't think it's unsexy. But you do have a hard time taking your eyes off of it. Just wondering why he wears it like that.

He holds his arm out for you as you open the door of your place and see him standing there. Looking all sorts of frickin’ handsome. You take his arm with your much smaller hand and he stops for a second to double-check your door is locked up tight. He smiles and tells you that you can never be too sure. There's a lot of crazies nowadays. It warms your heart at how considerate he is about your safety. I mean, he IS a hero. It's kind of second nature for him to be like that. But it's still sweet, though.

You're walking to his Jeep and he opens the door for you and holds your purse while you buckle up. He makes sure your feet are inside the vehicle so he doesn't slam the door on your freshly painted toenails. He'd feel like an absolute asshole if that happened. Like, how do you come back from something like that when you're just starting out dating? Nah, he knows better. He makes his way around to the driver's side, still holding your purse. He hops in, he doesn't climb in. He's so damn tall that his legs allow him to ease his sweet, tight little ass right onto the seat. Handing you your purse, he buckles up too.

His feet get into position; on the clutch and the brake, and he starts it up. The radio was on. From what you heard, it sounded like a motivational/self-help thing. You heard the words 'believe in yourself and you can accomplish anything. You … deserve to be loved, too.' He moved to turn it off so fast that it looked like he was beating it up.

You put your hands on him. One on his shoulder, the other on his thigh, and leaned over to give him a single, self-denying kiss on the cheek. He smiled at you and you know his eyes were screaming thank you for not saying anything about this.

On the drive to the restaurant, he asked you about your week. It was hard to catch up with him throughout the week sometimes. He has a busy schedule. Still, you appreciated him asking you about how yours was. You talked about how quickly the time went by and how happy you were about that because you were looking forward to your date with him tonight.

He looked over at you at a red light and put his right hand on your thigh and gave the fat on it a tight squeeze. Your skin filled out nicely in his hand. The light turned green and you immediately missed his fingers digging into your flesh as soon as he put them back on the shifter. It was just nice to feel his touch after not seeing him for 5 days. Though you talked, it wasn't the same as being with him.

The restaurant he's taking you to for dinner has valet parking. He pulled up to the front and tossed his keys to the valet like some kind of cool guy. It made you giggle. You saw him slip a $20 to the kid as he pulled them in close and told them if they so much as got an extra speck of dirt on his Jeep he was going to rip them a new asshole via their belly button. The kid looked at you and all you could do was shrug your shoulders at them and flatten your lips, nodding.

Katsuki walked around to your side again and stuck his elbow out for you to take. You proudly took it and the two of you walked into the restaurant and were blown away by the fanciness of it. Like, ballgown/tuxedo fancy. You looked at each other and the back at the space around you. Slowly backing away, you asked him what happened. He said he didn't know. Nothing was mentioned about super dress code attire and how do you feel about getting something on the pier?

Honestly, you didn't care if you had to eat peanut butter and jelly in a back alley with a decomposing body. You really just wanted to be with him right now. Though you reconsidered the decomposing body and swapped it for a huge dumpster.

The valet brought his Jeep back. Scratch free, and you two did the whole door dance and he drove down to the water. The lights along the walk were beautiful. Soft and white. It made his usually sharp features fuzzy and warm. You couldn't stop looking at him. At his lips. You wanted him to kiss you. Just one. Nothing too heavy.

As luck would have it, he caught you looking at him when you thought you were being sly. Without saying a word, he cupped your cheek in his hand and leaned down to give you the one, sweet kiss you had been craving since you last were together.

It left your cheeks red, blood hot, and your body dizzy. Your eyes fluttered at the gentle gesture. He let his lips hover just out of reach for a few seconds afterward. You wondered if he was testing the waters. To see if you'd lean in for more. And oh my god, you wanted to. You wanted to kiss him everywhere. But as this was only your fourth date, you managed some self-restraint. Though you'll never know how you did. He looked so sexy tonight. He looked so sexy every time you saw him.

The two of you made you way down the walk to some vendors and he ordered for the both of you. Some noodles and toppings you've never tried before. They were so good. You enjoyed your time there with him more than you would have at some stuffy old, high maintenance restaurant. He offered to get you a dessert but you declined.

That set him off. "You not eatin' in front of me or some shit like that? Goddamn it, you're sexy as hell. EAT SOME DESSERT!" But you told him you were still full from dinner and you'd love some dessert later. He blushed at his overreaction. You blushed, too. But for an entirely different reason.

A little later into the walk, you took a chance and reached out for his hand, taking it into your own. His palm was sweaty, and he apologized for being a little nervous. He doesn't date - like, ever. Except for you and it's still so new that everything is just a bit scary. Despite his sweaty hand, you held it anyway and laid your head against his bicep as the two of you walked further down the pier to look out over the water.

You walked all the way out to the end and leaned over the railing, dropping a few pebbles into the water that you'd picked up along the way.

"Be careful, don't fall in dum- I mean, just be careful." He almost called you a dumbass but he caught himself. It's an adjustment being around you. One that he's growing to like more and more the longer this almost ruined date goes on.

"I won't fall in," you laughed. "And even if I do, I have the best hero there is to rescue me." You blew him a kiss after you said that and he started toward you, catching it.

"I think you lost something, just now, miss. Does this belong to you?" He put his arms on either side of you and leaned over to kiss your cheeks. So. Softly. You found yourself leaning into him just to get more pressure from his lips. Pulling his head back, he looked at you. Bright red eyes looked over your face to read your expression.

"I didn't lose it, I gave it to you. 'Dumbass'." Smirking, you reached up and brushed the hair away from his forehead. "You're getting a little long up here. I've never seen - um, well, I like it either way."

Tilting his head quizzically to the left he held his breath for a second. "You've never seen ... what? You've never seen my hair this long? How long you been watchin' me, woman?" Katsuki put his hands in his pockets and kicked his feet like you told him he was the most handsome, brilliant man on the planet.

He thinks so, so why not?

It was adorable to watch him, THE Katsuki Bakugo, squirm. And no, you weren't going to let it slide.

"Yeah, ok. So what? I watch - tuh (sounds like watched but you broke the word apart so he wouldn’t hear you openly admit you had been watching him) you. I have watched you, throughout your career. Ok, ok. God! Twist my arm. I look for things about you. Updates ... and ... well, stuff. Ok? I - I've car- been interested in you for some time." You rolled your eyes. "Are you happy now? You got me to spill my g- mmm!"

Katsuki was in front of you in no time. Kissing you before his feet had even stopped moving. His hands rest gently against the deep curve of your waist. He bent at the knees so he could be a little more face-to-face with you. You're still about 6 inches shorter than he is so the kiss had you standing on your tiptoes.

It made you feel like you were in a movie; The tall handsome blonde Pro Hero bending over to kiss the shorter (hair color) haired girl in the flowing dress at the end of the pier built out over the water. The sunset behind you seemed too overkill until the rain-pregnant clouds drowned it out, if you were being honest. But this had been the perfect evening.

Even when it started to pour down rain it was like you had been caught up in a romantic monsoon. It was a full 5 minutes that you stood there. Lip locked. Hands wondering. Hands wandering. It was one of the first instances in your life that everything slowed down. Your first slow-mo moment. And you couldn't have asked for it to be with anyone else than Katsuki.

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Hiii I love your story's!!!

Anyway can you do a 2015-2024 Tom. They are also married. So you were cooking in the kitchen when you heard the front door open then close loudly. Then before you can get a word in he grabs you and throws you over his shoulder and starts walking upstairs to your guy's room and while he does he says something like "Tonight your mine." (OMG 😻😽🫢🤭🤭🤭) Anyway so then he goes into your guy's room he puts you on the bed and takes your pants off and eats you out🥰. Then after you come he takes his clothes off and you both fuck. And when he makes you come again you both take a nice shower or bath together😊.

I love you so much. I rlly wanted you to know. I also stalk ur account to see if you posted any new storys. (I'm so sorry if that sounded weird.☹️😞)

ITS NOT WEIRD ILYSM, STALK ALL YOU WANT!!

this is kinda straight to the point <3

Bad day

PAIRINGS: Tom2015-2024 (idrk what year this photo is) x Female reader

CONTENT: SLIGHT ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: Tom comes home enraged after a bad day with the band, without a word he grabs you from where you are in the kitchen and slings you over his shoulder, trudging up the stairs to your bedroom, ready to take his anger out on you

A/N: eating a burger rn

WARNINGS: dom!tom, reader!sub, p in v(doggy) eating out, degrading, fingering, very rough and mean, ass slapping, hair pulling

Tom was with the band, they had a tour coming up and were really busy recently, praciticing non stop, setting up venues, selling tickets, etc. Tom was planning most of it and was really stressed, often crying in my arms at night.

But today was different, he came in enraged, slamming the door behind him so hard the door nearly broke off it's hinges. I was in the kitchen making him a homemade meal, something I knew he absolutely loved after a long day.

I watched as he marched towards me, not even letting me a word in, he grabbed me roughly and threw me over his shoulder, "Tom! What are you-" I said before he cut me off, "shut up, tonight you're mine.." he grunted lowly, storming upstairs and into our bedroom, throwing me onto the bed.

His fingers latched onto the waistband of my pants, tugging at them and throwing them across the room, practically ripping my panties off next. "Fuck.." he whined at the sight of my wet cunt, he licked his lips hungrily, crawling between my legs and burying his face into my pussy.

He ran his tongue over my folds, teasing and exploring my dripping pussy, "so wet f'me..." he smirked before delving deeper and sucking on my clit, his beard scratchy against my skin.

"Oh fuck!" I whined, gripping onto the sheets. He growled against my pussy, the vibrations only adding the intense pleasure as he continued to eat my out. "Mm, you taste so fucking good schatzi.." he grunted.

"Mmmm!" I moaned, rolling my eyes back as his tongue lapped on my clit, flicking and sucking roughly, sending me into oblivion. "Cum all over me baby...let me fuck the juices out of you.." he chuckled, his tongue working in expert circles, his hand coming up and letting a fingers into my pussy, thrusting it in and out in a steady rhythm.

"Take my fingers baby..take them all," he murmered, kissing and sucking at my clit. He added another finger and curled them just to hit that perfect spot inside of me. He kept sucking viciously, feeling my clit swell beneath his tongue as he brought me closer to the edge.

"You gonna cum all over these finges, hm?" he looked into my eyes, lust glazing over them. I nodded eagerly and started to buck my hips wildly, fucking myself on his fingers. "Ohhh, such an eager girl.." he chuckled, slamming his fingers into my sopping hole, making sure not to neglect my clit.

"Good girl, cmon cum for me," he commanded, my release dangerously close, ready to explode. He continued to destroy my hole with his fingers, slamming them in and out, grinning as he felt me tighten around him.

I whined loudly as I came, my pussy clenching roughly around his fingers, "ohhh fuck! So good.."

He retracted his fingers and licked all the slick up, making sure not to waste a single drop. He stood back up, chin and mouth covered in my cum. He tugged at his clothes, signalling for me to strip.

I followed along with him, taking my shirt and bra off, my perky tits revealing to him, a low groan leaving his lips. "Ohh, they're perfect.." he practically jumped on me, his cock slapping against my thigh.

He dove down and started to roughly suck on my tits, "t-tom!" I stuttered, the sensation of his tongue swirling around my sensitive nipples addicting. "Mmmm, your tits are made for me.." he smirked, leaving small hickeys on the flesh around my nipples.

"You want this cock, hm?" he looked up, his eyes meeting mine, "oh god yes.." I breathed out, his eye contact making me melt into his touch, my pussy throbbing and aching for him.

"Okay baby.." he chuckled, propping himself back up onto his knees, "turn around and get on all fours, I want your ass high in the air as I pound that tight cunt, ok?" he looked down at me, his voice dominant, filled with possessiveness.

I nodded and instantly obeyed, I didn't want to get teased so I got onto my hands and knees on the bed, arching my back and exposing my pussy to him, just how he wanted. "Good girl.." he planted a soft slap onto my ass, grabbing my hips and pulling me back.

"You're gonna take my cock like the good girl you are, I better not hear you complain.." he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me back and whispering into my ear, I nodded, "okay tom.." "good girl.." he smirked and placed me back down.

He hovered the head of his cock at my entrance, getting me ready to take all of his big cock. He slowly slid in, savouring the feeling of my walls gripping onto his cock. As he was fully in he gripped my hips tightly, his cock throbbing intensely as he thrusts into me with all the force of his muscular build.

"Fuck.." he groaned, digging his fingers into the flesh of my hips, pounding into me from behind, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. "You like it rough, hm? Take it like the good slut you are..." he growled lowly, his chest pressing against my back and he slammed into me wildly.

His thrusts were nothing short of cruel, they were hard and painful but so good at the same time, he really needed to get his anger out, poor me. His hot breath against the back of my neck, nipping at my shoulder with his teeth.

His reached his hand up and grabbed a handful of my hair again, pulling on it tightly as he continued to fuck me roughly from behind, leaning in closer, "say my fucking name, who fucks you hard and rough like this?" his voice bitter and demanding.

"Only you Tom!" I whined, "no one else will fuck you dumb like this, only I make you scream and beg for me," he smirked, his hair disheveled and mixing with mine. He sat back up, smacking my ass roughly as he slammed into me with such force, "tell me how much you want my cock baby, beg for it.." he moaned lowly.

"I..." I stuttered, unable to form proper words due to the intensity of his tip abusing my g spot, "say it!" he commanded, slapping my ass harshly, a red mark forming on the cheek.

"I want it so bad! Ohh fuck!" I whined, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Yesss..cum for me again baby," he mumbled. To be honest I liked when he was in control, when he was mean, commanding, dominant. It made me feel content and safe, in some strange way.

I felt a knot form in my stomach, twisting and turning with every thrust, he could tell my climax was close and quickened his pace, his hips slamming into mine as he fucks me hard and rough.

His thrusts reach a fever pitch, his body slapping against mine as he fucks me with all his might, urgent for me to cum all over his cock. With a few more rough thrusts I felt my orgasm approach quickly, I rolled my eyes back as I came, my cunt clenching around his length tightly, sending him into his own orgasm.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled, burying his cock deep into me as he shot a big load into me, coating my walls with his thick cum. "Oh my god.." I sighed, we both collapsed onto the bed, Tom rolling beside me and holding me close.

"You did so good baby, such a good girl for me.." he whispered, running fingers through my loose hair, cleaning it up. After a few minutes of cooling down he sat me up, "let's get you cleaned up, cmon baby," he grabbed my waist and lifted me up, holding me in his arms as he walked into the bathroom, starting the water and plugging the hole in the tub.

As the water filled he stepped in, helped me in and sitting me down in front of him, my back against his chest. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his arms, calm and secure. He caressed my stomach gently, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, the warm water calming me down.

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mothwingwritings · 11 months

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There’s Honey On The Moon Tonight

F!Reader X Kaoru Hanayama

Maaaaan it’s been so long and I am SO sorry. I kinda got out of my groove for a bit and life got overwhelming and draining, hence the radio silence. I wanted to come back with a little fic to get me back into the swing of things and since I have wanted to write for Hanayama for some time, this came about. It was based around a yandere prompt I saw that was “I love you so much, you have no idea what limits I would go to prove that to you.” I actually started writing this for Jack, had all kinds of issues, and decided to write it for Hanayama instead lol. I may still possibly post the little Jack fic I plucked at, but I am overall pretty meh about it so we’ll see. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I really want to work on writing some shorter stuff for a while. I am so in awe of all of you that can churn out these small masterpieces. My ass does NOT know when to shut up and when I start to write my brain is like no… You must explain EVERYTHING, which (whether my mind believes it or not) is not something that needs to be done. ( ͜。 ͡ʖ ͜。) So going through a lot of trying to unlearn that.

ANYWAY I will be quiet and leave this hear for your perusal. It is my gift for coming home (finally) and working to get back up to speed! Thank you all for reading anything I write, and thank you if you like it! I am constantly floored by how wonderful you all are, and I appreciate anyone that reads my stuff more than you all know. (╥﹏╥)

This fic is set a few years in the future, you and Hanayama are both adults and at this point he is even more of a Yakuza big shot. You play the starring role of his forced little mob princess wife, isn’t that sweet? I love romance! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

WARNINGS: Yandere, very dubcon (dare I say even noncon?), power imbalances, grooming, unwanted touching/kissing/heavy petting, forced marriage, mentions of violence and hints of cruelty, mentions of sex.

Some people may call this ‘the dream life’.

Sitting on this private beach, you soaked in the last of the sun’s rays before it dipped beyond your view. The world was bathed in a swirl of pinks and oranges as the sun sunk into the sea, the gentle lap of the waves coming so close the water nearly touched your toes. The sand beneath your feet was soft, still warmed by the quickly setting sun. Gulls cooed as they circled above you, the flap of their wings diminishing as they began to fly off for the night. You were envious of them as you watched them soar freely, pained by how easily they could fly away to their home.

If only you could be so lucky.

Drops of salt water dotted your arms, mingling with what was left of your sunscreen. Though you had long since applied it, the remnants of the lotion and sea water left a slightly uncomfortable film on your skin, flaking under your nails when you scratched at it. A gust of wind blew, sending a chill through you. Absentmindedly you wondered if despite your preparations, you had been burned.

“Do you plan to stay out here all night?”

Your breath caught in your throat, an all too familiar voice shattering the tranquility of the evening. You had been so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the lumbering form coming up behind you, his arrival marking the end of your solitude.

Another gust of wind blew causing you to shudder once more. As it whipped wildly around you, your body grew colder. It was an unwelcome feeling, especially when just moments ago you were surrounded by such blissful warmth.

If only you could have just a few more minutes to yourself…

It had been a peaceful day, the nicest one you had had on this little honeymoon of yours. Kaoru Hanayama, your newly appointed husband, had been occupied most of the day, leaving you to your own devices. The peace that awarded was something you sorely needed, seeing as none of this was anything you had ever agreed to willingly.

But now that he had returned all the contentment you had felt moments prior had been drained away, the joy of this island paradise tainted by his unwanted presence.

The night Kaoru proposed he had told you that he could not imagine living a life without you by his side, that his love for you had grown so rampantly that he could no longer bear the thought of not having you officially. He had long since coerced you into being his lover, leaving marriage the logical next step. Brandishing a ring so extravagant it bordered on gaudy, Kaoru got down on one knee. The upper echelon of the Hanayama group surrounded you in a constricting, tight circle, each set of eyes on you fixated on the scene with great interest… Thinking back on it, you had no idea how you didn’t pass out from sheer anxiety.

At that point, you were doomed to become his blushing, beautiful bride.

To you, Kaoru was husband in name only. This marriage would be just another trial that had been forced upon you since meeting the man, his ceaseless infatuation continually ripping your life asunder. Needless to say, when he was off doing some important ‘family’ related things that ate up the majority of the day you didn’t have many complaints about his absence.

When he had departed this morning you did your best to look forlorn as he kissed you goodbye, shoulders slightly slumped as he ducked through the door, off to do god knows what to god knows who. Even as his now wife, you were never made privy to his ‘business’ dealings. So much of his life was shrouded in mystery, and you were just fine keeping it unknown.

You preferred when Kaoru was bogged down by work. If he was otherwise preoccupied that meant you had no expectation to be latched to his side, forced to play the role of obedient, doting wife. You abhorred the part you played in his life almost as much as you detested the man himself. It took years of whittling you down, making you shed piece after piece of yourself until you were everything he envisioned you would be, his perfect partner. He had molded you into his ideal love, and even though you knew you were sinking to a depth you were unsure you could ever escape, there was nothing you could do to stop it. It was hard going against a man who had the whole Yakuza at his fingertips, and the threat someone of Hanayama’s caliber posed against your family and friends was too high to risk insubordination.

So you acquiesced to his heavy handed flirting, playing along with his awkward and curt stabs at romance. You dropped everything for Hanayama, not because you wanted to, but because he expected it. And if there was one thing you gleaned about the mob life these past few years, it was what the boss wanted, the boss got.

He needed you in every way he could have you. You never had the option of saying no.

A heavy sigh came from behind you, annoyance radiating from your husband when you didn’t acknowledge him. Despite the irritation, the words he spoke came surprisingly gentle. “It’s time to come inside, (name). Dinner has arrived, it will be ready for us shortly.”

You wrapped your towel tightly around your shoulders, and with a deep shuddering breath, rose to your feet.

Silence hung heavy over the dinner table.

The meal Hanayama had served was nothing short of gourmet. ‘Only the finest for the finest’ was something he once joked to you, but he held firm to that ideal with every aspect of your life. The Oyabun’s wife was spared no expense, why would your meals be any different? A caterer must have come with him to set the table up when Kaoru first arrived home, as it was set in a way that was far too charming for just him to pull off. Flowers and delicate candles garnished the surface, giving the whole room a romantic feel. Condiments and spices stood within arm’s reach, concealed in aesthetically pleasing containers, ready to season the cuisine as you saw fit.

Sighing lightly, you raised your glass for another sip of champagne. Even with the pretty presentation, you lacked the appetite to enjoy the meal. Picking at it lazily, you swirled the food around to make it appear as though you had eaten more than you had, like a child desperate to meet their parent’s approval so they could leave the table.

“Aren’t you hungry,” Kaoru’s deep voice finally interjected, his own feasting halted to shoot you a questioning glance. “You’ve barely touched your dinner. I thought you liked this restaurant? I chose to cater from them to please you.”

“Sorry,” You gave him a forced smile, “The food is delicious, but I think I may have snacked too much today, so I don’t have much of an appetite right now.”

You always had to choose your words carefully with Kaoru, his doting had a tendency to become overbearing if he believed you to be suffering from any ills. The last thing you needed was him fretting over you missing a dinner. “I’ll have to box it up soon, that way I’ll have something to look forward to tomorrow.”

He grunted in response and an uneasy quiet once more loomed over the table. Hanayama did not seem totally appeased by your excuse, and refrained from placing his focus back on his meal. Dark, steely eyes bore holes into you as you sat hunched over, fixing your focus on anything but him.

“(Name)...”

He waited a moment before continuing, a look of brief tension flashing across his features.

“I know you are upset with me for leaving you alone all day, but you must know that I am sorry… Will you forgive me?”

To most people, this would be a shocking sight. It was highly unusual for a man like Kaoru Hanayama to be asking forgiveness so modestly, in fact, you were more apt to be groveling at his feet begging mercy than ever hearing the man beg pardon.

But things were different with you, they always had been. Try as he might to harden the soft spot he had for you, he never could seem to bring himself to give you the same detached treatment he gave others. And while his love for you was something he quite proudly displayed, he also refused to let his affections make either of you a target.

Being the Oyabun’s cherished wife put you in danger, his devotion to you making your demise extremely appealing to his enemies. The knowledge that your death would be a huge blow to the indomitable Hanayama was not lost on any who opposed him, but the problem laid in ever getting close to you. He certainly made it hard for anyone trying, finding a moment when you weren’t glued to his side was rare, finding you completely alone even more so.

However catching you by your lonesome was not entirely impossible, and leaving you vulnerable and ripe for assaulting was not something Kaoru could live with.

To combat this threat, he chose to lock you away so that no one could hurt you, touch you, see you, or ever be near enough to harm you. You were his and his alone, and he would let no other soul take you from him.

Ever since you had become ‘official’, the only people besides Hanayama ever allowed to have any correspondence with you were his closest inner circle and occasionally your family. But even then, Kaoru made sure he was always close by to monitor, hovering near to insure nothing untoward or upsetting could happen to you.

In your mind, the isolation hardly seemed necessary. No one ever questioned Hanayama’s might-one look at the man was all you needed to ascertain that he was a terrifyingly powerful figure. When you were in his vicinity your safety became his only care, any risk to that transforming him into a downright beast, bloodthirsty and rage filled beyond compare. Any unfortunate idiot wandering your way who held even a smidge of bad intent was in for a world of excruciating pain, followed by a slow and agonizing death.

But alone, in your own shared space away from prying eyes and hidden dangers, traces of that monster were nowhere to be found. When it’s just the two of you, Kaoru lets himself be overcome with his fondness for you, serenity overtaking his brute side. This display of vulnerability, these small moments of sickening intimacy, he saves solely for you, blanketing them upon you in suffocating layers until you can scarcely breathe.

“It was wrong of me to do,” He reached across the table, his thick hand encompassing yours in a tight grip. “A matter required my utmost attention, but it was not fair to leave my wife at any point during our honeymoon. This time is reserved for you and me alone, and I went against that. I just want you to know that I only left because I had to, and that I hurried back the moment I was able. I hope you can forgive me.”

If you could have done so consequence free, you would have burst out laughing. Of all the wrongs Hanayama had committed against you, giving you breathing room was the most minor of offences.

“It’s alright Kaoru,” you shook your head, keeping your voice even “I understand, and I’m not upset at you. I spent most of my day out enjoying the ocean while you had to get work done, so really I’m the one who should feel sorry for you in this situation, right?”

He smiled at your jest, a sparkle in his eyes as they drank you in.

“You are always my top priority,” Releasing your hand, he went to cup your cheek, engulfing the entirety of it. His calloused thumb pressed in a bit too hard as he stroked you, scratching at the soft skin of your cheeks apple. His hold was deeply uncomfortable, but you dared not move. “Don’t forget that, (name). Never question how much I treasure you.”

A chill ran through you at the intensity of his words, the rough feel of his palm reminding you of each violation his hands had ever committed against you. You watched as his eyes darted to your lips, a different kind of hunger overtaking his expression as he began to lean towards you, eager for a kiss. In a slight panic, you readjusted yourself, creating a moment to break away.

“W-well, I really need to get this boxed up,” you spoke, pushing off the table until you were standing. Hanayama’s hand lingered in the air for a brief moment, still savoring the memory of holding you. An aggravated look flashed through his eyes, but was gone as quick as it came. “I don’t want to keep it out too long or else it will go bad. I’ll go grab a box.”

If there was going to be a time to escape him for the evening, this was it. You sprang into action, darting around the table as you made your way to the kitchen. The faster you could box up this meal, the faster you could excuse yourself and leave the room while Hanayama took his time finishing. Though it only would buy you a few minutes of privacy in the long run, any time to yourself was worth the effort.

But just before you could completely round the table, a tight grip around your waist snatched you from your course. In an instant you were tugged to the side, plucked up and planted until you were straddling one of your husband’s girthy legs.

Before your brain could even fully register what had happened, he was on you. Desirous, sloppy kisses littered your face as a salacious grin spread across his lips, a low growl rumbling from his chest with each smack of his lips. Your head was spinning at the speed it all occurred, a protesting whine all you could muster as his lips feverishly claimed yours.

Sweat mingled with the scent of his cologne, the heady scent a sign that his actions were quickly and effectively getting him riled up. Overcome with the essence of him, you could do little to fight his intrusion of your personal space, your balled fists pressing against his chest doing all they could to try and create distance. His tongue worked violently, the muscle forcing itself inside you until you were nearly choking on it. Your whole body was thrumming with discontent over how quickly Hanayama came to control your every sensation, his sheer mass totally overpowering all that you were.

The feverish grip he had on your hips kept you rooted, grasping you as if you were his lifeline. Bruises were already starting to form around the press of his fingers, your flesh searing in his hot hold. His hands began to forcibly gyrate your body, rocking you against his leg so that the short skirt you donned had ridden up completely, the sheer fabric of your panties the only thing keeping you from the raw friction of his leg. Your breath hitched as he jostled you against him, small pulses of unwanted pleasure resulting from the action.

His lips parted from yours, moving to latch on your neck. A dull ache emanated from the area he sucked, the bruises he had marked you with days prior not yet completely healed. Without warning, he bit into the tender flesh, causing you to jolt. A dark chuckle rumbled from within him at your response, his tongue laving up the small trail of blood the fresh wound had inflicted.

“My pretty wife,” he murmured in your ear, brushing the straps of your top off your shoulders, “Being apart from you made this day seem never ending. I longed for the moment I could come back and have you all to myself.”

He grabbed one of your hands off his chest, trailing it down his body until coming to a rest on the growing bulge of his crotch. He released a shuddering breath as he thrust against your unwilling palm, his hand guiding yours to trail his length through his tightening pants. Dread gripped you as he began to harden under your touch, his already impressive size growing with each hesitant stroke. Feeling him throb beneath you made your stomach turn, a horrible precursor to the pain you were about to endure.

“Feel what you do to me?” He rasped in your ear, hot breath fanning your neck, “This is all for you.”

“Please Kaoru, I-” Your meek voice began to object, but was cut off by another domineering kiss.

“You don’t have to beg me,” his voice was growing more ragged, breathing becoming choppier the harder he grinded your body against his, “Let me spoil you tonight, it’s the least my beautiful wife deserves for being such a good, patient girl for me.”

Unable to stand the torment of your touches any longer, he stood, throwing you over his shoulder in a display you could almost call barbaric. Making his way towards the bedroom, he smacked your ass harshly, eliciting a pleased hum at the pained gasp the act had garnered.

“I was going to offer dessert after our meal, but you have presented something much sweeter to me,” he chuckled as he entered the bedroom, tossing you to the awaiting bed, “And what you offer is something I would much rather devour.”

Tears stung your eyes as you watched Kaoru begin to shed his clothing, his scarred body coming more into view with each piece of fabric he cast aside.

“Get undressed,” he ordered, lust dripping from his features. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, before shooting you a cocky grin, “I can wait no longer. I love you so much, and you have no idea the limit’s I’ll go through to prove that to you.”

He took a step forward, inching his way up the bed, “But tonight, I don’t intend to stop until you understand.”

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jackfrombaskinrobbins · 6 months

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all fixed up (matt murdock x teen!adopted!reader)

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 967

request: yes / no

original request: "Matt Murdock patches up a teen reader, and there's just a lot of angst and hurt/comfort. PLEASE LET IT HAVE A HUG AND FOREHEAD KISSES :)) (I'm a sucker for fluff)"

warnings: slight mention of wounds, blood, not too much though i promise!!

dynamic: matt murdock x teen!adopted!reader

characters: reader, matt murdock, quick mention of foggy nelson & wilson fisk

a/n: ILYT!!! also erm hey guys🤓i've been gone for way too long i'm sorry :') but i've had this in my drafts for a whiiiiiiile so i figured it was time to post :0 anyways ya feel free to request i have a bunch to get to but i always like new ones!! esp daredevil oop tee hee

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“stop it, y/n. just come here for a minute, alright?”

normally matt’s words would be answered with an exaggerated sigh and an eye roll, but tonight was different. tonight was off, and you knew it, he knew it, and he knew that you knew that he knew it. (ridiculous, but true.) it didn’t help that you had wounds to patch up, sore spots all over your body that wouldn’t be going away any time soon – a constant reminder of your mistake.

and yes, as much as matt would deny it, you had made a mistake. a damn big one at that. you should have known better. no matter how gifted you were at defending yourself, no matter how many times you had practiced, it wasn’t enough. nothing would ever be enough. and yet you had stupidly decided to go against a group of kingpin’s lackies, big huge guys who ate kids like you for breakfast. they didn’t hold back, and they beat you up until you were barely conscious, and that’s when stupid matt came and did his stupid thing and saved your stupid ass from stupid death or some stupid thing like that. and now you were here, in this stupid apartment wishing you had just stayed in and done your stupid homework and watched some stupid tv and just stayed out of things for once.

“i’m going to bed, matt.”

you spoke, too ashamed to face him. but stupid matt always knew, with his stupid heightened senses and the stupid way that he knew you inside and out, ever since he had taken you in a few years before.

“come on y/n. this isn’t something you can sleep off, and you know it.”

and you did know it. so that’s why you sat at the table, a hiss of air escaping you against your will as you lowered yourself down.

“i’ll get the kit from under the sink.”

“matt, really, it’s fine. it’s just little stuff, okay? i’m fi–”

“fine doesn’t smell like blood, y/n. i’m not stupid.”

that earned him an eye roll, which he never saw, but he always knew happened when he said things like that. you watched as he made his way to the sink, opening the cabinet underneath and rummaging around for the first aid bag. A while ago, you had put stickers on it so he could discern it from the other things in there. There were four flower stickers, and one that foggy had given you, with disney princesses that said “together we are strong”.

matt settled into the chair across from you, exhaling softly. the lights of a police car suddenly filled the dark apartment, screeching sirens accompanying it. you reached for the kit, but matt shook his head.

“no, y/n. i’ll do it.”

you opened your mouth, about to protest, but you could tell he wasn’t going to budge. his stubbornness was something you liked, sometimes. it sure helped when you both wanted pizza for dinner and foggy wanted wings. besides, you knew he would be able to patch you up right, with all the experience he got from helping his father. he had always told you that you were just like him, willing to give anything to protect your honor. but what matt never said was that he was just like his father too, and that if anything, you had just gotten those traits from him.

“did they get you in the head at all?” he asked, soaking a cotton pad in hydrogen peroxide and gesturing for you to guide it where your wounds were.

“yeah, a little bit. i tried to block ‘em. they just kept coming matt, i couldn’t do anything!” you grimaced as the pad touched the spot on your shoulder where you had been grazed by something sharp.

“i know, y/n. it’s not your fault.”

“see but that’s the issue. it IS my fault, matt!” you spoke, voice getting slightly strained, throat feeling tight. you squinted your eyes to prevent tears from falling, but it was too late. a few landed on his hand, and you turned away, trying to compose yourself. “there was no reason to go out there. i don’t know why the hell i thought it was a good idea. i was just … mad! mad about the way they’re treating everybody in this place, mad about the way they’re screwing over every person they deal with… mad about how they treat YOU, god damn it!”

a moment of silence as you tried to slow your breathing, and for a minute, you didn’t know how he was going to react. he reached into the kit, feeling around until he grabbed a bandage, unwrapping it. you helped his hand go to where it needed to be placed, and once it was, he sat back. only then did you see the furrow in his brow, the deep frown on his face.

“look, y/n. i need you to listen to me, and really hear me, alright? i’m proud of you.”

“come on matt, that’s –”

“no. i’m proud of you. really, really proud. i just … i just want you to be careful, alright? i worry about you. and for good reason, considering all this.” you could see his face start to crack ever so slightly, a quick break in his voice indicating that he really meant it. you moved your chair back, stood up, and hugged him tight, despite a slight lingering pain in your shoulder. after a little while, he kissed your forehead, then patted you on the back.

“i’d assume it’s pretty late now. how about you get to bed? we’ll figure out if you need to go to school tomorrow, alright?”

“sounds good. thanks matt. love you.”

“love you too, y/n.”

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zayndrivesmeinvain · 9 months

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The One That Got Away - Part 3

A.N. - Part 3 is finally here! I apologize for the delayed upload but unfortunately work and life got in the way of things but I'm hoping to create a consistent posting schedule soon!

Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles

Summary: Alena finallys gets a night out on the town with her friends, but will it go as planned or will surprises and feelings arise?

Word Count: 3.1K

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Alena

“Fine, I’ll come.” my phone has been buzzing non stop.

This weekend's one of the first weekends that I am going out in a long time. I typically use my weekends to catch up on chores or run errands since Harry typically has Aria for the weekends, but this weekend my friend’s convinced me to come out with them and have a girls weekend. We’ve all been preoccupied with life and what better way they thought to come together and go out and have some fun.

I’m not much of a partier if I do say so myself, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t indulge in it ever - back when I was younger, the weekend parties were something I looked forward to - the drinking, the music, the friends, the games, the angst - EVERYTHING. However, that was short lived because by the time I was just at that age to drink and do things legally, I was blessed with my baby girl and responsibilities and motherhood took precedence over the weekend parties.

“Yay! Alena’s hitting the town.” My friend Molly was on the other end of the Facetime call laying on her bed with a face mask on.

“Ugh, I don’t even know what to wear though - I’m sure anything I have probably doesn’t fit anyways.” I was rummaging through my closet which is 90% of lounge wear, 10% of business casual clothes in which I recycle once a week to wear to work. “I don’t even own half of my wardrobe before Aria, Mol.” my voice probably sounded defeated but I am trying to stay hopeful for my friend because I know she’s looking forward to this outing of ours.

“Lena, come on! You have to have something hot and flirty in that closet of yours - I know you do!” Molly’s a long-time friend of mine - she’s been around through the thick & thin of mine, however, our lives are the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Where I am on mommy duty 90% of the time, she is out free and living her life. She is a radiologist at our local hospital and due to her schedule, she has just enough time and energy to have a great balance of work and play. I truly believe that she is the one that keeps me young.

“Do you think leggings and a baggy sweat-shirt are acceptable for dinner and bar and club hopping?” I flashy a cheek smile across my Facetime screen and Molly gives me the biggest eye-roll. “Lena, if you’re not at least wearing something that’s tight tonight, I am going to beat your ass sensely.” Molly makes her way to her bathroom and takes her phone with her. “Lena, stop acting like a mom for once and be free - shake your ass and show your tits off! Maybe even make-out with a guy - honestly when was even the last time you got fucked?” Molly places her phone down just in time for me to flash her my middle finger.

“ Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know getting fucked was supposed to be on the agenda while also picking my daughter up from school, providing for her and basically making sure she doesn’t die.” I shut my closet door and make my way to my kitchen because I’m starting to get a little hungry and a snack doesn’t sound too bad right now.

“Lena, I love you but step out of the mom role, even for one night - you are still allowed to have your own personality and be your own person, I promise you, you going out for one night will not make Aria love you any less. Plus, who doesn’t love a sexy milf.” Molly has a way with words, that’s for sure.

“Plus, word around town is that your baby daddy has been seeing someone. Don’t you think it’s time for maybe you to get out there a little bit and meet a few people that could even be remotely interested in you?” Molly’s words sting a little, but I’m not sure if it's because she brings up Harry seeing some or if it’s because it's the “word around town” and I feel somewhat protective of his privacy and his business because he’s the father of my child.

“Yeah, I already knew that.” I take a bite of my toast. “He asked me the other day if it’s okay to introduce Aria to her - from the sounds of it they seem to be getting serious. I’ve been talking to Anne a little bit and she tells me that he seems to be happy and gets this - he hasn’t been seeing anyone else.”

“I’m sorry - you’re telling me that he asked for your permission to introduce Aria to his girlfriend and you agreed?” Molly seems to be severely taken back, her face expression if not her tone says it all.

“Yeahhh… why wouldn’t I be? He is Aria’s father and I am trusting his judgment, so if he thinks it was the right call - then it was the right call - point, blank, period.”

Truth is, it did and still does bother me that he wants to introduce Aria to someone he is seeing. What if she likes her better than me? What if she grows attached to her? What if she starts calling her mom down the line? The thought of Aria calling someone else mom makes my stomach queasy, however, I can’t worry about the “what ifs” and just hope and pray that she isn’t mean to my baby girl.

Harry’s and I’s relationship is complex, on the one hand I want him to be happy and find someone but on the other hand I want someone to hurt him the way he hurt me so he can truly understand what it feels like to put your absolute all into someone, just for them to take - stomp on it and give it back to you in bits and pieces and I truly believe if it weren’t for Aria, I would have stopped all communication with Harry Styles years ago.

The rest of my day consisted of cleaning up my house, working on organizing and cleaning out my fridge and finally deciding on outfit for later on tonight. I even had some time to get a home-work out in. I guess just subconsciously knowing that I am going to be wearing something tight tonight makes me feel as though an hour work-out is going to give me my pre-baby body back but I know it's just a ploy to make myself feel better.

While rummaging through my closet I was able to find a tight body-con midi dress that I wore once and apparently still fits - however, when I say this dress is tight - it is tight. The last time I had worn this dress was right when I was just about 3 months pregnant with Aria and I had more than enough room in this dress to hide my little bump, but now, I am fuller in places I wasn’t before. For starters, my breast feel as though they are up to my chin at the moment and my ass has probably doubled in size since I last wore this dress, but this dress seems to be the best and if not only option I have that can be worn tonight because Molly made it very clear that I was not to dress for comfort tonight.

“Alena, holy fuck you look hot.” I have just arrived at Molly’s apartment where our other two friends are as well. Molly is dressed in a cute spaghetti strap mini dress and has paired it with sparkly pumps, my feet just hurt looking at the height of them.

“You don’t have to exaggerate Mol, I’m still coming out with you.” a chuckle escapes my lips as I make my way into Molly's apartment. I know her reaction was genuine but I also am not privy to the fact that she’s trying to boost my confidence a bit as well.

“Oh I know you’re still coming out - I would actually drag you out of your house if you tried pulling a fast one on me!” Mol’s slightly intoxicated but her genuine personality and sassy attitude is still peaking through which I absolutely adore her.

My other two friends Vanessa and Maria are just right around the corner making some cocktails as I make my way further through Molly’s apartment. It’s a beautiful apartment, two beds, two baths with a spacious open floor plan and a beautiful view of the city skyline. Her apartment is decorated mostly with whites and grays with a hint of pink throughout used as her accent color which matches with her personality graciously, she's one of the girliest of girls there is.

The four of us mingle for about another hour as we get a few cocktails in and catch up on life before the actual night begins. Throughout the last hour, the biggest thing I have realized is that all of our lives are so different but the biggest difference between my friends is that I am a parent and they are not. Where they worry about whether or not they will be able to get up in the morning because they stayed out all night and drank - I have to worry about whether or not my daughter has everything prepared for school the next day on top of getting myself ready for work. By no means is this a complaint, but it does make me wonder what my life would be like if I was just out on my own? What if I too didn’t have another human to be responsible for?

The night was definitely still young - but the night life was out. We’ve been waiting in life to get into the first club and we’re just now getting close to the front. The night was warm but definitely had a beautiful breeze which made the wait outside to get in not so bad. My three friends and I are slightly tipsy from the few shots that we had back at Molly’s place and right as we got dropped off by the Uber we shared a blunt - you could say I was high on life right now and just riding the wave.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and it was a text from Harry. He sent me a snapshot of Aria sleeping in her bed at his house in Anne’s arms. I replied back with a little red heart and slipped my phone back in my purse. I promised myself that tonight I was not worrying about anyone else but myself - it’s time for me to be a bit selfish for once.

“ Hey there pretty lady, can I see your ID please?”

I pull my I.D. to show to the bouncer and he gives me a quick nod informing me that I was able to go in. He was a tall man with a broad build and dark features, he was pretty sexy if I do say so myself. He was filled with tattoos from the neck down it seems like which is such a turn on. I hope I get to see him later on tonight.

“ Okay ladies, let the night begin!” We interlock hands and make our way into the nightlife - I feel like a teenager all over again, just me and my girls and no worries in the world, no responsibilities, no care!

The night club is gorgeous, it definitely one of the more popular clubs in our area, and what is even better is that all the people here seem to be around our age or even slightly a bit older, many eligible bachelors seem to be out on the town as well.

“Let’s grab drinks!” I yell out at my friends as the music is beyond loud and has the club thumping.

We make our way over to the bar and we spot an opening close toward the end of the bar, where it seems to be empty. We make our way over there and take a seat, waving over to the bartender signaling that we would like to order.

She’s a petite girl, with gorgeous blue eyes and short blonde hair that hits just at her shoulders.

“What can I get you to drink, babes?”

“Can my friends and I get a round of tequila shots please?” she flashes me a quick smile and a nod, a minute or two later she brings the shots over to us but mentions that they were paid for. Before I can even ask who, I spot the bouncer from the door staring in my direction.

“Ouu, looks like someone is interested in you, Lena.”

“He probably does that to a lot of girls, I’ll thank him later.” I wanted to play it cool but the simple gesture has me melting inside a bit.

The night was absolute perfection, the music was perfect and our bodies were moving - I truly haven’t had this much fun in such a long time. My feet were starting to hurt but I was not stopping anytime soon - my friends and I were truly enjoying ourselves. Molly has run off to the corner of the club with some guy that came up to her to dance - he’s a nice looking guy, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. From what I could gather, his name’s Alex and he’s in finance. He seems enough from what I can tell but I wasn’t going to become too invested in learning too much about him, because from what I can tell - this will be a quick hook-up and probably won’t proceed for much more after the night.

Vanessa, Maria and I make our way over to the bar again for another round of drinks when I feel a hand grip my shoulder.

“ I wanted to formally introduce myself - my name’s Tommy.” the same bouncer who asked for my I.D. as well as the one who paid for our first round of drinks came up to introduce himself. His smile was cheeky but inviting, seeing him up close again definitely has my stomach in a knot.

“And I wanted to formally thank you for the drinks, I’m Alena.” I put my hand out for him to shake it, and his grip is stronger than I could have ever imagined.

“ A pretty name for a pretty girl - would you like to take a seat? I have about a 30 minute break before I have to get back to my shift.”

“I think I could spare 30 minutes of my time.” I look over to my friends and they are both giving me a nod of approval, I can not wait to tell Molly about this later.

Tommy leads me away from the bar, to a more secluded and a bit quieter section of the club. The seats back here seem to be more for dining, but the atmosphere and aesthetic isn't much different than the main area. It looks like he had some food pre-ordered and delivered to the table back here. The table has a single lit candle on it with two drinks, an cheese burger cut in a half with a side of fries, and a side order of onion rings.

“Do you bring all of your muses back here?” I take a seat at the booth and Tommy sits across from me. He’s even more handsome under this light.

“No, just the pretty one that caught my eyes tonight.” His smile makes him even more likable.

“Oh, is that so? When will she be joining us?” a chuckle escaped his lips as he was taking a sip of his drink.

“ A girl with a sense of humor, I like it.”

I was feeling a bit proud of myself - I don’t normally get this social with a guy after just meeting him, but I think the alcohol is still lingering in my body and I am feeling good tonight. I feel confident, sexy and empowered and no one can take that away from me. The conversations are light, mostly just fun-facts about ourselves and how we occupy our time when we aren’t here on a random Saturday night. I find out that he works as a fire-fighter and works here to fill his time and his weekends and he gets a more steady schedule. From what I can gather from our 30-minute conversation, and quick dinner, he seems like a genuine guy that I would be intrigued in getting to know, however, I am still going to be very cautious in getting to know him. We have similar interests in music and movies and we both seem to be more introverted than anything, even though he works at a nightclub.

“Unfortunately, my break time is now just over and I have to move upstairs to the lounge for the second half of my shift, but I’d like to take you out on a proper date sometime if that's okay?” The thought of going out on a proper date makes my heart skip a beat, but he can’t know that just yet.

“Yeah, I’d like that, Tommy.” I ask for his phone and place my number in it, and save it as “Alena” as that is my name, but it’s up to him if he would like to change it to something else later on.

As Tommy walks me back into the main area of the club before he goes off to the second part of his shift, he looks down and leaves a kiss on my lips. It wasn’t the most romantic kiss I've ever had but it definitely left a mark.

“I’ll see you later, pretty girl.”

When walking back into the main area of the club, I was not expecting to see who I was currently staring at. There he was, 6 foot tall stature, curly brown hair and emerald green eyes - they looked sad. However, I couldn’t focus on that because if he was here, then where is our daughter?

“Harry, where the hell is Aria?”

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not your babe | the lost boys [marko x reader]

a/n: hi! this is my first time actually writing in around 9 months? so i apologise if it’s bad :’) it’s also my first time writing for the lost boys! i just can’t get this man out of my head >.< i found marko pretty difficult to characterise so i apologise if he’s ooc <3 as always feedback is super appreciated!

summary: you get stood and marko wants to make you feel better :( inspired by this post by @kurt-nightcrawler

pairing: marko x gn!reader (i’m pretty sure i didn’t use any gender terms-)

word count: 2.2k

warnings: cheating :0, i think that’s it? maybe ooc marko

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A sigh fell from your lips. The bright lights from the boardwalk shimmered around you, taunting you. Intoxicated whoops and screams of laughter echoed and swirled through the air. Your arms were comfortingly wrapped around your body despite the warm summer night. Gazing longingly at the people around you having such a good time caused your heart to ache. As much as you wished to join in with the festivities, there was a heavy bitterness lying inside you.

Your boyfriend wasn’t the most punctual person in Santa Carla, but standing you up completely was new. After waiting for nearly 2 hours, you were close to giving up and going on home, maybe drowning your sorrows in a bottle of wine and shitty late night TV. You glanced at your watch once more, the neon numbers only succeeding in making you feel worse. I mean, really? What kind of person leaves their partner waiting for this long? Had he forgotten or could he just not be bothered to drag his sorry ass here tonight? You’d only been dating for about a month, but you really couldn’t believe that you meant so little to him.

You surveyed the boardwalk, taking notice of all the familiar faces. You were a regular there, having lived in Santa Carla for pretty much your whole life. It may be dangerous, but it was home. In the distance, you could make out a gang of Surf Nazis messing around with Big Ed, the boardwalk’s night guard, as per usual. Clumps of people were scattered around, chatting at the top of their lungs; drunks and junkies wobbling their way around the stalls. The boardwalk was particularly crowded tonight, probably due to the weekend; but there was no sight of him. Biting your lip, you decided that enough was enough and began to gather your things ready to leave. It was particularly frustrating since you’d put so much effort into your appearance tonight. But whatever, dude didn’t deserve to see you looking so good if he couldn’t even be bothered to show up.

A sudden cacophony of motorcycle engines broke you from your thoughts. You dropped your bag back onto the bench and whipped around, hoping to see your boyfriend. He was never seen without his bike. Instead, you were met with a gang of boys who you were all too familiar with. Clad in leather and showing a tasteful amount of skin, they were definitely a hard bunch to miss.

A few of them frequented the record shop you worked night shifts at, usually the two blonds (the natural ones anyway...) They’d always been sweet to you, despite their reputation – even going as far as to chase away some guys who’d been harassing you one time. That happened all too often around here so you really did appreciate the gesture. Those guys never entered the store again. You understood why people found them intimidating, but to you, they were really fun to be around. Always laughing and joking around in the store, and more often than not, flirting too. Especially Marko. You’d found yourself drawn to the wild guy in a way you’d never been before. His fashion sense, his humour, the way he always made a point of making conversation with you whenever he’d come in. You kinda had it bad for him. Maybe he flirted a bit too much for your taste considering he knew you were taken, but he was funny and definitely easy on the eyes. Your boyfriend really didn’t approve of your friendship, he always seemed to pull you away the moment you started getting too close for comfort. The two guys really didn’t get along.

You struggled to tear your eyes away from Marko as he and his friends parked on the side of the boardwalk. They bantered good-naturedly, giggling with each other as they dismounted their bikes. The girl and kid that always hung around with them hopped off the bikes and wandered into the fairground, the rest of them speaking for a moment before Marko turned and headed into the crowd with Paul. They strutted around for a bit, looking around the area before Marko looked in your direction. You quickly averted your eyes, the ground suddenly becoming very interesting. He brought Paul in for a moment to whisper in his ear. When he pulled away, a large suggestive grin was plastered on Paul’s face and he clapped Marko’s back as if wishing him luck before continuing on. Marko rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics while heading over to you.

“Hey there babe,”

“Not your babe,” you reminded him, looking up to meet those mischievous blue eyes you’d grown so familiar with.

He smirked as he advanced towards you, looking at you intently. He was pretty close now, standing in front of the small bench you were sitting on. He bounced on the heels of his feet as he glanced around, gently nibbling on the skin of his thumb. Cute. “So… Where’s your little boyfriend?” He asked, quirking a brow.

You looked down, shuffling your feet. God, this was humiliating. “He, uh...”

“Didn’t show?”

You let out a short, half-hearted laugh. “That obvious, huh? Yeah, you got it right,”

“Asshole. Clearly doesn’t know what he’s missing. You look really fucking good tonight.” He grinned when he noticed the blush that rose to your face at that. You realised that you were genuinely smiling for the first time tonight. “So since he’s not here… you’re free tonight, right?”

“I mean, technically. But I was honestly just planning on heading home, not really in the best mood y’know? Wouldn’t wanna bring the vibe down,” you replied, fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

“Aw c’mon!” He took your hands in his, the leather of his gloves sliding against your soft skin. “The night’s still young, don’t let that tiny dick asshole ruin it for you,”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, your laugh only making Marko smile wider. God, your laugh did things to him. You knew this might be a bad idea. You were still taken. But right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was the one who fucked up, why should your night be ruined because of him? You mulled it over for a moment before replying.

“Fuck it. Why not?”

“Then let’s bounce, babe.”

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Your arms were wound tightly around Marko’s torso, gently tracing patterns onto the bare skin of his stomach exposed by his crop top. The firm denim of his jacket was rough against your bare arms, the many patches layered over each other creating an uneven texture. You leant your cheek against his back as you sped through the night, sand flying up into the air as you rode. It was exhilarating. Your boyfriend never let you near his bike; it was his pride and joy. At this very moment, as the wind whipped through your hair, splaying it out behind you – you’d truly never felt more alive. You screamed in excitement and tightened your grip when he suddenly lifted the bike back into a wheelie, whooping wildly. The engine roared deafeningly. Your eyes clenched shut involuntarily as you felt the bike lean back, your stomach dropping. You could hear Marko chuckling at the screams coming from your mouth and found yourself laughing along.

The moon and his headlights lit the way in front, showing nothing but a long expanse of sand. To your right was the most gorgeous view of the ocean, to the left the vivid lights from the fairground. It felt as though the moonlight was stalking you both, following you through the shadows and bouncing off the waves. Part of you didn’t want the night to end. It was like a dream.

Unfortunately, the ride was finished too soon. Riding bumpily back up the stairs to the boardwalk, Marko parked his bike back where you’d first started nearly two hours ago. After that ride, your boyfriend wasn’t even a passing thought in your mind. All you could think about was the pretty boy who was currently helping you off the back of his bike.

“How was that?” He grinned as he slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

“Well, it was definitely worth the absolute mess that is my hair right now,” you giggled, trying your best to smooth out your locks but to no avail. Not that it mattered when two seconds later Marko’s hand found it’s way into your hair, messing it up once again. You glared playfully at him.

“It’s cute, you should keep it like that,” he winked. “C’mon!”

He grabbed your hand, dragging you into the fairground before you could protest. Not that you would have. You weren’t 100% sure where all of this was going – whether he was just trying to cheer you up because of the whole boyfriend thing or whether it was something more. But you put all of those thoughts to the back of your mind. You just wanted to have a good time.

And you did. He dragged you on pretty much every ride, no matter how many times you was chased off by the security guard. Laughing delightedly together on the biggest roller coasters, you clinging tightly to his arm as the cart teetered over the edge of steep inclines. The teasing quips he’d make about you being scared. It was a rush, a breath of fresh air. The pounding in your heart and lungs as you sprinted away from Ed hunting the two of you down. Of course Marko hadn’t told you about his ban from the boardwalk. You weren’t one to get in trouble a lot, but this was exhilarating. After getting pursued all throughout the fun house (you’d lost Ed in the mirror room, and Marko for a short while too, but you’d reunited outside the fun house), the two of you sprinted down to a ride at the very end of the fairground. A boat ride on a track tempted you, one you hadn’t seen before. Must be new. But hiding in the tunnel seemed like a good shout.

“Quick, on here!” You both hopped onto the ride, the boat rocking creakily in the water, and frantically urged the operator to start.

The bored teen cranked the lever and you were off, heading towards a tunnel lit up with pink tinted lights on the inside. You looked up just in time to see the lit up banner pasted on top of the tunnel. The Tunnel of Love.

Go figure.

You breathed heavily, desperately trying to catch your breath, clutching the side of the boat. Looking at your companion, you couldn’t understand how Marko seemed so unbothered while you were still fighting the stitch in your side. Instead, he was far more distracted by the inside of the tunnel. Huge heart-shaped arches lead you through the ride, flower petals were scattered across the water. Neon bulbs emanated a pink glow as a subtle, sweet smell spread through the air.

He looked at you, smirking. “Just wanted to get me alone, huh babe?”

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder with your own. “Not your babe…” you said quietly.

He giggled, intently gazing into your eyes. Carefully, he reached out and took your hand. You felt the cool leather of his fingerless gloves and rough callouses as he gently played with your fingertips. He smiled lopsidedly at you. Your heart fluttered.

“You still thinking about him? Your night still ruined?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head. “He’s the last thing on my mind right now.”

His gaze was intense, you felt so analysed. One of his hands left yours, coming up to cup your cheek. Your breath hitched but you leant into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed. You waited. Soft lips pressed against your own, capturing your mouth in a sweet kiss. It was so different than you expected, gentle and slow. Until he took his arm and moved it to your back, manoeuvring you onto his lap. His hand dropped to your waist, his grip firm as he deepened the kiss. You arms came up to settle around his neck, one of your hands tangled in his blond curls. He held you tightly against his body as his lips moved in sync with yours, the kiss becoming gradually more messy as it went on. You were breathless, chest heaving but unable to part from him. The gloved hand around your waist became more and more confident, playing with the hem of your shirt before sliding underneath. The cold leather made you shiver as it slid against you, tracing patterns on your side. It was so sudden when he bit your lip, a high whine escaping you. You could feel him smirk against your lips. Your head was foggy as he reconnected your lips, almost possessive with the way he held you against him.

“That’s enough kids, break it up!”

You hadn’t even noticed the ride stop. You sprung apart from him, still feeling as though your were under a trance. Looking up, blinking in the bright lights of the fairground, you saw the night guard hovering over you both, a triumphant scowl on his face.

“Uh oh-”

“I’ve got you now!”

Marko yanked you up, leapt out of the boat and – narrowly escaping Ed’s arms – the chase began once again. You ran side by side into the night, laughing manically. You’d definitely be giving your boyfriend a call tonight.

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys marko #the lost boys marko x reader

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jiminniethemarshmallow · 1 year

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Drunken Love (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word count: ~6k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drunkenness, tipsy sex (but sober enough to consent!!), light Dom!Reader, subby Jimin

(A/N): I’m really proud of myself for finishing this today. Also I almost forgot to post before I fell asleep lmao oops

You’re the designated driver tonight. Jimin is more than a little tipsy now, having promised you earlier not to drink too much, yet he still reached out his glass when they popped open another bottle, instructing Jungkook to fill it to the brim. You’d stopped him and snatched his glass away causing him to pout and the other boys to boo at you.

“Just one more glass, baby, please??” He begged with his best puppy eyes, but the last time you agreed he ended up crying on the floor of your shared bathroom and refusing all of your attempts to get him ready for bed like a stubborn child. And you’d be damned if you let that happen again, so instead you ordered him a glass of water and offered a kiss as an apology. Thank goodness you made him eat something before you went out; who knows how fucked up he’d be if you hadn’t.

Anyway, now you’ve made your way home, pulling into your driveway and placing the car in park, only to find Jimin staring at you longingly. He cheeks are that pretty shade of pink they get each time he drinks and his hair is fluffed from all the times he’d run his hands through it tonight. As you stare back at him he doesn’t say a word, only offering you a goofy smile when you instruct him to leave the car. He follows a few paces behind you on the way to the door, silent while you unlock it and push it open, but when you step through the threshold he doesn’t follow. With furrowed eyebrows, you turn to find him standing on the doorstep looking back at you with that same longing expression, wiping his hands on his pants as if he’s nervous about something.

“Are you coming in?” You quirk your head to the side in confusion when he doesn’t move. “C’mon.” You reach your left hand out to him to encourage him to follow you inside, but instead, when he takes it he pulls you closer, frowning slightly.

“Baby, I love you so much.” Jimin presses a kiss to your lips that you gladly accept with a chuckle. Although he can sometimes be a messy drunk, he always gets sappy and affectionate with you, more than he already is. What you don’t expect, however, is for him to lower himself down onto one knee before you, clutching your hand tightly. “Will you marry me?” Your mouth drops open but he continues before you get a word in. “(Y/n), I love you so, so much and I just think you’re such a beautiful person, like, you’re just so fucking perfect. I always want you by my side, jagiya. I can’t live without you.”

You can’t help but laugh at his confession, biting your lip at his cuteness as you peer down at him from your position. He looks up at you in anticipation, his sincere eyes melting your heart. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” He responds meekly, eyes wet. “I’m sorry, I don’t have a ring for you right now but I’m serious.” An endearing look takes over your face and you reach out with your right hand to brush loose strands of hair away from his lovely face.

“I’m glad you feel that way, baby. Don’t worry about the ring, you already got me one.” With this, you nod to the hand still clutched in his, his fingers subconsciously playing with the diamond already perched there. He looks down at it but you can see his brain isn’t computing with this means. His head tilts in confusion. “Jagiya, we’re already married! The wedding was last year, remember?”

At this, he pauses, thinking for a moment before it dawns on him. He makes a sound of realization, mumbling “oh yeah, I do remember that” and rising to his feet. A bashful smile graces his cheeks and all you can do is shake your head, walking into the house and beckoning him in after you.

“Now get your drunk ass in this house before bugs fly in.” You grin, swatting at the moths surrounding the porch light.

“Yes ma’am.” He follows obediently this time, taking off his shoes and making his way into the house.

You find yourself making noodles for him upon his request, deciding not to fuss about it because you don’t entirely trust him to use any kitchen appliances right now. You make a bowl for yourself and eat with him on the couch while watching an episode of whatever show he was in the mood for. By the time the next episode starts Jimin is fast asleep next to you, and instead of waking him up you simply cuddle into his side and continue watching the show. You aren’t really in the mood to get cleaned up yourself so being lazy for another 30 minutes won’t hurt. Well, actually, another hour and a half. Each episode kept ending on a cliffhanger and you couldn’t just stop watching there and go to bed without knowing what happens. You’ve seen this show before, of course, but it’s exciting every time you watch it. The next time you check the clock, you gasp at how late it’s gotten. Deciding it’s finally time to get up, you look over at your sleeping husband who fidgets when your weight leaves his side.

“He’s so cute.” You whisper to yourself, taking one hand and squishing his rounded, pink cheeks between your fingers until his lips are puckered. His eyes crack open ever so slightly at the sound of your giggle, glancing at you lazily before shutting again. “Baby, it’s time to get ready for bed.” You tell him in a hushed tone, trying not to ruin the sleepy atmosphere of your home. Jimin takes a second to respond, groaning softly and reaching out to you, to which you take his hint and swing your leg over him, straddling his hips to sit comfortably in his lap. He peers up at you with half-shut eyes and a pout and you just can’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss it. Soft and pillowy against yours, the innocence of his lips is nothing like the stiffness you feel pressing into your thigh.

Dammit. You thought you’d gotten off easy tonight, but you have no such luck. Aside from getting sappy and proposing to you again, Jimin always tends to get horny when he drinks— whether you’re there with him or not while he’s out, he can’t seem to think of anything other than touching you— and you’re always left dealing with his semi hard-on and wandering hands once he gets home. If you’d gone to bed without him, he’d go as far as waking you up with his neediness instead of handling it himself, so you know you won’t be able to escape him easily tonight. Not that you want to. Your sex drive is just as high as his most of the time and simply feeling his arousal is enough to get your insides stirring on most occasions. Tonight is no different.

His hands slither around your waist to grab hold of your ass through the material of your skirt, subtly grinding your hips on him as he indulges in your mouth. Breaking from the kiss, you lightly place a hand over his crotch, not missing the way his hips squirm for friction. “Jimin, it’s late.” You try to reason (halfheartedly, of course), but the expression of lust only deepens as he looks at the way your wet lips form the words.

“‘M not sleepy anymore.” He mumbles, planting sultry kisses along your collarbone. “Can’t sleep when I’m hard.”

“You were sleeping just fine a minute ago.” You laugh, breath hitching when his teeth catch your skin. You don’t mind taking care of him right now, and honestly you never do, but you have to put up at least a little resistance. Otherwise he’ll think you’re weak when it comes to him. And you are, but he doesn’t need to know just how irresistible he is to you.

He doesn’t argue your point, instead sucking light bruises into your neck that he knows are just dark enough for people to see when you leave the house tomorrow. You love when he claims you that way, marking you as his as if the rock on your finger isn’t enough evidence. His possessiveness over you doesn’t change even when he tends to be submissive on drunk nights like these. “Will you take care of it for me, baby? Please?” The airy quality of his voice is all it takes to convince you, the hand that rests on his bulge now unbuttoning his slacks and palming him over his boxers.

“You want me to make you cum?” You ask sweetly, tracing the outline of his growing cock through the material. He’s impressive even when only half hard and your mouth drools when you think about just how good it feels when he’s using it. Pulling it out of its confines, you spit on your palm to offer him a few wet strokes, fascinated by how quickly he hardens in your grasp. Many times you have sat and stared at the magical way he doubles in size, how the skin stretches to accommodate the length, how the color changes with the rush of blood through the veins that pulse at the surface. The sight is so sexy to you that you barely suppress a groan when he finally stands erect in your palm.

“Yes, please.” Jimin whispers, leaning his head against the back of the couch as your fingers tease his tip. You use the tip of your fingers to tickle the flesh of his tip, smirking at the way he throbs, before enclosing your fist around his head and stroking all the way to the base. You take up a leisurely pace, watching the flickers of pleasure flit across his handsome face each time your wrist twists or your grip tightens.

Jimin loves the way you touch him. There’s something about how your eyes remain trained on your movements and how you nibble on your lower lip that tells him you enjoy this just as much as he does. The weight of him in your hands makes your mouth water, each caress up his length so careful and calculated— like you’re studying him to see just how much you can make him squirm. But you don’t need to study him, you already know him inside and out, so when you shift tactics he knows it’s because you want him to cum as quickly as possible. With both hands— and some more spit and precum as lube— you begin a quick pace up and down his cock. Almost as if you were fucking him with your hands. Jimin chokes on a moan at the suddenness, his sweet tenor going up in pitch when you squeeze just a little tighter. He doesn’t know when his eyes slide closed, but he’s completely engrossed in the euphoria of your skills, giving his full body for you to play with.

“Mm, baby, look at how much you’re leaking for me.” You mewl to him, and he peeks his eyes open to stare at the stream of precum dribbling from his slit. He feels how slippery it gets when you spread it, the glossy glide and your accompanying moans having his hips jumping restlessly beneath you. “Stay still.” You command sharply but quietly, meeting his eyes with a quick yet powerful glare. He whines so softly in the back of his throat that he doesn’t think you’ll hear it, but you do and immediately stop your hands. “If you were just going to fuck yourself then you could’ve taken care of this on your own and I could’ve gone to bed. But you asked me to take care of it, did you not?”

With a shaky breath, Jimin squeaks out a yes, eyes wide after being reprimanded and desperate for you to resume. You know Jimin thrives from praise, which makes it even more effective when you scold him. You only need to tell him once when it comes to things like this because he loves to please you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a little kick out of seeing his submissive expression every time. So you scold him for moving his hips when you usually love how desperate he looks when fucking into your hands or mouth.

“Okay, then sit still and take it and you’ll get to cum.” At this he slumps deeper into the couch, relaxing his entire body until you start up again and his abs flex at the pleasure. Wishing you could see this, one of your hands skims up to lift his shirt, raising it up to his chin level to expose his abdomen. “Hold this.” You tell him, and he obediently takes the edge of the shirt between his teeth to keep it raised. The amusement in your eyes makes his nipples harden as you murmur a “good boy” with a pinch to each of the peaks.

Once both of your hands return to his throbbing cock, he knows he’s a goner. The squelch of you working him up and down has his eyes rolling even though you choose to go at a slower pace than before. Sweat has accumulated on his flushed skin, his neck red and shiny when he throws his head back, and you take this chance to leave light marks to match your own on his collarbones— making sure they’re light enough to fade within a day. You don’t even realize that you’re moaning along with him, the noises quiet and needy, but so close to his ear that he can’t miss them. He also doesn’t miss the subtle way you wiggle your hips in search of friction, most likely leaking through your panties under the skirt you’re wearing. It takes all of his strength to hold his own hips still, panting raggedly every time your top hand twists around his tip. He becomes impatient for his oncoming orgasm, wanting nothing more than to cum from your touch after being horny for so long.

“F-Faster, please. ‘M close-“ he slurs, no longer drunk from alcohol yet feeling his head spin for an entirely different reason now. And when his eyes meet your own he can see that you’ve also become intoxicated with lust, biting your lip and breathing heavily as your lower hand slides down to cup his balls, the top one speeding up and focusing on his tip. “Oh fuuuck,” he groans, digging his fingers into your thighs to keep himself from thrusting into your hand to completion.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my hand.” You whisper in his ear, licking your way down until you suck one of his nipples into your mouth. It feels so good when you twirl your tongue around the bud, the sensations going straight to the place between his legs where your hands are furiously working, and he lets out his loudest moan yet, his thighs trembling beneath you. Seeing Jimin so submissive and needy like this makes your clit throb and your hands speed up, tugging lightly on his balls as they also start to tighten and throb with his built up release. But what sends him over the edge is when you switch to sucking at his other nipple and your teeth bite down on the pert nub softly, the spark of pain sending him flying into a colorful high that has his voice breaking with whines of your name and curses and a few stray tears down his reddened cheeks. Ropes of his semen soil your hand, dripping down your knuckles and his shaft in thick globs. You watch in rapt fascination at the way he twitches when you milk the last drops out of him, slathering the white liquid against his skin messily.

Jimin’s eyes look to yours for approval after he collects himself a bit, only to find your face to be contorted in an expression of pained lust. Yes, you only did this to help him out, but it’s clear that you now need help too— which is very convenient because Jimin is just dying to pay you back for the amazing orgasm you just brought him. He drops the shirt from his mouth, leaning up to capture your lips in a grateful kiss that you break far too quickly for his liking.

“We should head to bed.” You whisper to him, shuffling off of his lap before he can protest and cleaning up the rest of your things from the coffee table. He huffs before pushing off of the couch, following closely behind you as you switch off the lights on the way to your bedroom.

Suddenly, his arms wrap around you, spinning you against the wall of the hallway, pressing your back to it, an impatient and hungry look in his eyes that has your heart skipping a beat. His bold move doesn’t change the submissiveness you sense in him, however, because the look in his eye tells you that you’re still the one in control. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he attacks your mouth with his, this time pressing you against the wall so you can’t break away as easily. His tongue mingles with yours and you taste noodles and champagne, a silly reminder of tonight’s events, but the thought is soon forgotten when his hands start sliding lower on your hips. They immediately slip under your skirt to feel at the wet patch he knew he’d find in the center of your panties. Just the pressure of two of his fingers is enough to have you twitching, and Jimin pushes the material to the side to feel your arousal directly.

He swears there’s a lake between your legs when he dips his fingers into your entrance, your pussy drooling for him just because of a handjob, and suddenly Jimin wants to absolutely drown in you. His knees hit the floor faster than you can register. You can see his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he rushes to push your skirt and panties out of the way, tossing one of your legs over his shoulder so hastily that it almost knocks you off balance and you have to clutch onto his sturdy shoulders to stabilize. His eyes look desperate as he gazes at the magic between your thighs, a sight he’s seen countless times but finds just as mesmerizing as the first time he laid eyes on you. He can never get enough of your juicy lower lips, or the slick pink pearl that swells and throbs for attention, or the shiny slick that drips down in one long string from your opening and sticks onto your thighs, making it so very tempting to simply slide his thick length into you just to feel you make a mess of his lap. But that’ll have to wait until later because having you spread out like his favorite meal is making Jimin’s mouth water uncontrollably and he can no longer hold himself back.

Looking to you for permission, he dives in head first when you nod your approval, your eyes holding the same desperation as his. His hands are warm as they grip your ass, pulling you close to his face so that he can lick up the entirety of your core in one single swipe, drinking down your essence like the flute of champagne he downed earlier in the night. Except, you have a much sweeter taste than even the finest champagne. He moans deeply as you coat his tongue, pushing the muscle into your hole as far as it will go, caressing your walls just to tease you and get you to clench for him.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” you giggle breathlessly, running your fingertips through his silky hair after removing your top. “How do I taste?”

“Absolutely divine,” Jimin hums with his mouth full of pussy, barely pulling away enough to speak. You grin, massaging his scalp as a reward when he plants a firm kiss on your clit.

“Good. Now be a good boy and make me cum.” And he does just that, attacking your clit with flicks of his tongue that make you shake. He knows just the right amount of pressure to use, starting gently with teasing circles with the tip of his tongue and gradually working his way up until he’s using the flat of his tongue to devour you whole. Your voice echos in the emptiness of the hallway, back arching off the wall when his fingers enter you and immediately reach up into the spongy spot inside you. It’s been less than 5 minutes and you’re already rocking your hips, fucking yourself against his face as he continues to lick and suck at your nerves. Despite having just recently cum, Jimin feels his cock coming back to life with every moan of his name, every pulse he feels around his fingers, every tug on the roots of his hair. His free hand grabs a handful of your ass, pulling you ever closer and smothering himself in your heat, covering his face in your taste and smell and absolutely loving it.

Seeing him so lost in you is what gets you to the edge, your hands searching the smooth walls for something to grab onto until they land on the back of his head to hold him in place, encouraging him to keep going. “Fuck!” You curse, voice now taking on a whiny quality as you approach your high. Far too absorbed in the feeling of him sucking and licking wetly on your clit, you pray your supporting leg doesn’t give out on you in this moment as you feel your knee wobbling weakly already. But your husband is nothing if not attentive, and just as you think this he uses his strength to raise you up higher, practically lifting you off the ground and never faltering in his pace. The display of strength and the way his muscles bulge from his arms and shoulders has you panting breathlessly in his hold and the knot in your core winds up so tightly that you let out a little shriek when it reaches its peak, Jimin’s eyes now staring up at you as you grind against his tongue and use him to get your orgasm. When you cum your head flies back, smacking into the wall, but you feel nothing but the blinding bliss of Jimin’s tongue licking you slowly and drinking up the essence that leaks from you. He swallows it down like his favorite wine, holding you to his face and indulging in you for as long as you’ll allow him.

You signal him to stop with a push to his forehead and he’s careful when steadying your feet on the ground, sneaking a few more kisses to your mound before standing up himself. His soft hands never leave your waist as he watches you recover. They skim up and down your sides in a way that’s comforting but also tells you that he’s ready for more if you are. There’s silence as he looks at you, completely prepared to obey whatever you tell him— whether that be “let’s shower and head to sleep” or “fuck me into oblivion”. Thankfully for him, it’s the latter. Your hands reach for his stiffened cock, pumping him back to full hardness and smirking at his dropped jaw.

“You’re so good at eating pussy.” You giggle, at a loss for words yourself. Leaning forward, you kiss up the skin of his sweat soaked neck, reveling in the shudders that course through his body at the gentle touch of your lips. Your tongue peeks out to trace the shell of his ear before you’re whispering to him again. “I want you to fuck me.”

Faster than you can blink, Jimin’s hands are pulling at your thighs, lifting you from the ground to wrap them around his waist as he pins you against the wall. Lips sloppily finding yours, it’s hard to catch your breath when he’s swallowing you whole like this, desperate to get inside you and show how much he wants you— how much you turn him on, how badly he needs every bit of you. Wordlessly, you guide his tip to your entrance, not surprised that there’s a trail of your wetness hanging down from your body that he easily captures and smears back into you. That first stroke has always been one of your favorite things about sex with Jimin. No matter how fast paced and needy both of you are, things always slow down when it’s time for him to push inside of you. He always waits just a second to catch your eyes before pushing in, making sure you’re ready and wanting to see your expression when the first few inches of his cock squeeze past your ring of muscles. You gasp, pulling him closer and staring deep into his eyes as he continues to descend into your depths, filling you up so deliciously that your head begins to spin. You only break eye contact to watch the last half of his hardness disappear into you and his pelvis press against you in that way that makes you want to keep him there forever. And the feeling is mutual.

The inside of your pussy is so soft and warm that Jimin thinks he could live there, enveloped in your silky wetness until the end of his days. The bliss he feels when he pulls back and your walls cling onto him with such greed makes him eager to thrust back in, reaching deeper with each press of his hips that follows. Your fingers grip onto his shoulders, head thrown back at the way he fucks you so perfectly, his pace slow enough that you can feel how his thick length stretches you, yet fast enough that you feel fireworks shooting up your spine and exploding throughout your body.

“Shit, jagiya, you feel so fucking good!” Your husband groans, eyes never leaving your face. His hands have a death grip on your ass, holding you up and in place so he can pound into you. Your voice moans out for him without restraint, your heels digging into his back to make sure he stays as close as possible, as deep as possible. His hips roll expertly, searching and finding that sensitive spot inside you that makes you yelp in pleasure and squeeze your thighs tighter. “Do you like that, baby? Am I making you feel good?” He asks, though you’re certain your body language is giving him a clear answer. Briefly, you remember that he wants you to be in charge, but you can’t drop the whine from your voice with the way he’s making your mind go blank like this.

“Yes yes! You make me feel so good, Jimin, please don’t stop!” You cry out, sure your face is wrinkled in an almost pained expression. But it only serves to encourage him more, hips snapping into you faster and more powerfully until you are practically bouncing up the wall. The skin of your back isn’t happy with the motion but your pussy is. It coats him in layer after layer of slick, his cock making you wetter every time his tip slams into that spongy spot inside you. You’re babbling by this point, pleading for him to keep fucking you even as sweat pours down his face and chest from exertion and even when his limbs shake from how close he’s getting to his own orgasm.

He slows to a subtle grind as he tries to calm himself, burying his face in your delicate neck and pressing you closer to his body. Both of you close your eyes and get lost in the rocking motion, breaths ragged in each other’s ears. His cheek presses against yours to nuzzle into you and you press back to show how much you absolutely adore him. He’s fucking you in the hallway of your home at an ungodly hour of the night— well technically morning now— and you still can’t get enough of him. Not even with his pelvis rubbing against your clit as he circles his hips. Not even with your sweat staining an outline of your back and ass crack against the wall. Not even with his fingers holding onto you so securely that you may very well have his fingerprints imprinted into your skin when he lets go.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” You ask in a sultry voice, not unaware of how he throbs within you.

“Yes, please.” Jimin moans in the voice he only uses when he’s close. Taking note of how his arms seem to be tired from holding you up, you offer him some reprieve.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Immediately, he pulls out of you and places you on the ground, kissing your lips before practically running to the bedroom, stripping his clothes along the way. Watching his ass as he leaves you makes you giggle, the globes jiggling a little as he hops on one foot to snatch his pants and boxers off. You rid yourself of your own clothing as you follow behind him, picking up the trail he left in his eagerness.

When you enter the room Jimin is already laying on the bed, looking at the way you saunter toward him after you remove your last garment. His hand flies to his dick, taking a gentle hold and pumping slowly as not to overexcite himself before you get the chance to touch him again, and the sight makes you want to lose control and take him down your throat. God, his hand looks so hot wrapped around himself like that, spreading your essence around his shiny skin— but no, you’re committed to teasing him in this moment. Ever so slowly, you crawl onto the bed, making your way to him like a panther stalking it’s prey. And Jimin presents himself as the most docile creature there is, eyes wide and hesitant, yet just as hungry as your own. You skim your lips up his muscular thighs until you leave kisses on his hip bones, noting how he twitches and gasps at your slow movements and light touches. He’s well aware that you have the power to take away his orgasm (though he doesn’t know you don’t have the heart to do it tonight) so he doesn’t protest when you push his hand away from his cock and continue to tease around it. The muscles in his abdomen tense as you trace your fingers up their lines, using your nails on their way back down to tickle his wired nerves, and he’s so sensitive that he can hardly handle that without thrusting up into the open air. A single one of your fingers distracts itself with one of his nipples as you move to straddle him, seating yourself on the hot skin of his dick without putting him inside. He’s at his wit’s end, you can tell, but your boy is always so patient and obedient, and you have to praise him for it.

“You’re such a good boy, waiting for me like this,” you smile. “You look so pretty when you’re desperate for me. That’s why I can’t help but tease you.” Adding a roll of your hips, you watch in fascination as your lover tosses his head back into the pillows, jaw slacked and chest heaving. You really should put him out of his misery, but seeing him like this makes you hornier than you’d like to admit and the feeling of his length sliding back and forth against your clit is too good to stop. The look on his face— his furrowed brow, shut eyelids, peach colored cheeks, parted lips that he wets with a quick lick of his skilled tongue— makes you want to keep him like this for as long as possible, but its so late at night and you really should end this quickly. Luckily for you, both of you are already near the edge. “How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

“So so so bad, jagi, please I’ll do anything!” Jimin squeaks, all composure he had gone and replaced by neediness. He opens his eyes to look at you, pleading silently that you’ll give in and you take pity on him.

“Anything?” He nods without hesitation. “Then kiss me.” Leaning forward, you connect lips with him messily, grateful that his hands come up to stabilize your hips because one of yours is reaching down to fit him inside you again. A deep moan sounds against your lips as you finally sink down on him again. He can barely focus on keeping his lips on yours so you pull away first, glancing down to see him peering up at you in question. Words fail him so he conveys what he wants by moving his hips under you, lifting his eyebrows to ask for permission, and the moment you nod he’s using all of his strength to fuck up into you from underneath.

Jimin has powerful hips that shove you forward, nearly crashing into him from the first thrusts, but the grip he has on your hips keeps you steady above him as he works below. The pace is fast and relentless, hitting you in places that have since gone undiscovered, and you find that you’re the one who’s breathless now. All you can do is support yourself with his chest and hold on for dear life as he fucks the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost out of you with everything he has. It’s reckless and sloppy, sometimes hitting a bit too deep, yet somehow that makes it feel all the more intense and you feel your high mounting alongside his. The loud clap of your thighs hitting his pelvis drowns out the sound of your breathing, but soon the room is filled with both of your moans when Jimin angles his hips just right and makes you clench around him.

“I’m gonna cum, jagi, I can’t hold it.” He gasps, eyes already rolling and body moving on autopilot. But you’re fairing no better, nails now digging into his delicate skin and legs shaking on either side of his body. Or is that just the force of his thrusts shaking you? You have no way to tell and frankly don’t care, not when it feels so fucking good to have him squeezing at your hip bones and begging you to let him cum. “Can I cum? Please let me cum, I’m so fucking close!” Tears prick at the corner of his eyes and you swipe them away as they fall.

“Yes you can cum, my beautiful boy. Cum for me.” Encouraging him gently, you squeeze your walls in anticipation for his seed, and it feels much more intense with the added friction, your limbs rapidly losing control. Jimin nearly shouts at the resistance against his cock, a string of moans and curses leaving his plump, swollen lips. His hips lift off the bed, carrying you with them, and he begins to cum, covering your insides in a sticky white mess that starts to drip back down his shaft immediately. And feeling him pulse inside you with every shot of semen pushes you over the edge too and your pussy flutters around him in bliss. Head thrown back, you look like a goddess atop him, skin dewy, nipples hard, back arched, the sight alone is enough to pull out two more powerful pulses from Jimin’s dick, and both of you collapse into a heap of shuddering, trembling bodies.

Neither of you can move for several minutes, simply gasping for air into each other’s necks and basking in the aftershocks of your powerful climaxes. His hand rubs along your back as you close your eyes, all of your tiredness hitting you exactly at this moment. It’s late and you want nothing more than to sleep, but Jimin takes it upon himself to be the responsible one this time and encourages you to get up.

“C’mon, we have to clean up.” His fingers continue to stroke up and down, doing nothing to make you want to move from your position.

“Why can’t we just wait til the morning?” You mumble, perfectly content to just lay there and listen to his heartbeat.

“Because we’re sweaty and gross and you need to do your UTI pee.” He reasons, this time pushing at your shoulder so that you roll off of him after his soft cock slips out of you. He reaches over to the bedside table and hands you a water bottle, which you sit up to chug until it’s empty, leaving him nothing. He gives you a flat look when you hand the bottle back to him and you send him back a cheesy grin, slouching on the edge of the bed.

“Can you at least carry me to the bathroom? It’s the least you can do after making me take care of your drunk ass tonight.” You pout to make him feel guilty.

“I was not that drunk!” He retorts, standing up anyway to round the bed and lift you up bridal style.

“You proposed to me again!” You laugh, wrapping your hands around his neck. “How could you forget our wedding? The ‘happiest day of your life’?”

“I just love you so much that I want to get married to you all over again.” Finding his answer satisfactory, you squint your eyes at him so he can’t tell that you’re getting shy, but he knows you too well and smiles widely at his success of winning you over again. Your feet find the tile of the bathroom and it’s silent as you both swiftly clean yourselves up enough for bed, your cheeks still burning from his words.

“Well I love you too, goofball.” You whisper when you’re both finally tucked in the warmth and safety of your sheets.

A/N: Thanks for reading and thank you to everyone that has been patiently waiting for me over the last year! Also, let me know I if the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost line was offensive and I’ll change it. I wrote that when I was really tired and found it too funny to delete 😂

#jimin smut #bts smut #ksmutclub #clubjimin #idek how to tag things anymore

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vendetta-if · 1 year

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hullo, hullo! i sent an ask the other day but i’m not sure it got through to you😔. i’ll type it again for you <33

i love, love, love your if. the characters are perfectly fleshed out and the lore and story are just- mwah. perfection. but. butt(see what i did there? ;3c). take care of yourself. i keep getting surprised at how quickly you keep posting updates (at least that’s what it feels like to me. i have school and stuff so homework is taking up a lot of my free time🙃). take breaks, get enough sleep, don’t skip meals, and look at cat memes (cats are superior). also take care of your hands. i write as a hobby so i know the pain of sore hands. with the amount of words you type/write, my hands are crying out for yours. take breaks when your hands start to hurt so nothing bad happens to them.

anyways (onto the actually ask part of this. sorry for the long lecture lol), i was wondering how would the ROs react to an MC that sang as a side hustle (i’m in my schools choir. our concert was tonight). would they go to MCs impromptu concerts (they may sing in bars or cafes, etc.) or wait for MC to get home and request a lullaby or something? (idk if i explained that well. i’m terrible at explaining things😭)

have a lovely day/night!❤️❤️

Oh, yes, I actually have your ask in my drafts as I was in the middle of answering it 😄 But it’s okay, I’ll move the answers to this one instead 🥰 First of all, thank you so much for the kind words and the concern 😊

Some days, I can be really busy with some irl stuff, but I spent most of my free time working on this project, including writing the main story, side stories and other exclusive contents. I tried to answer asks whenever I can, but as some of you can probably see, it’s getting harder to find enough slivers of my free time to answer a lot of asks everyday, unfortunately.

But if I happen to have extra time, I’ll try answering a bunch of asks—as many as I could—in one sitting 😄 I’m still sad tho because I have so many awesome asks that I couldn’t get to, especially the reactions one because those usually take some time to answer.

I’ve also heard about the hand pain before from writers and artists. Right now, I haven’t felt anything yet, but thank you so much for the concern and for reminding me. I’ll certainly be on a lookout for that 🥰 And, I hope the school choir concert went great ☺️

As for your question…

Ash

Oh, MC better let them know whenever they’re about to have a performance, because you bet your ass they’ll be there every time. Unless they have really important mission to do that nobody else can do or be trusted to do… Then they’ll be really grumpy the whole time until they get home. Maybe your MC can give them a private performance instead 🥰

Rin

They will try their best to be there in every single one, even if MC is performing in a less-than-fancy cafe 😆 They’ll love to listen to MC singing and they kinda regret not finishing their piano lesson with their mom years ago, because then, they would be able to accompany MC’s singing. If they miss any, they’ll most likely request MC to sing to them at home if they don’t mind, of course 🥹

Santana

Oh, they’ll be there—or try their very best to be there. As long as there’s no emergency for them to attend, they’ll even be willing to sneak out of the station to go watch MC 😂 Between mind-numbing paperwork and enjoying MC’s singing, there’s no doubt which one they will pick every time. Also, MC’s singing will be one of the most effective ways to get them to fall asleep and calm them down after a vivid nightmare 🥺

Skylar

Will be one of MC’s biggest fans, rivalling Ash 🤣 Will try to attend every single one and you bet they’ll be that kind of fan who claps and whoops shamelessly after each song or try to sing along 💀 If MC doesn’t mind, they’ll love to record parts of MC singing and upload them to their Facegram story or TokTik account 😂 Soon, MC will be famous.

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #vendetta if #full cast ros #ro reactions #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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bookshelf-dust · 2 years

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it's the mac n' cheese.

matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 2,466

warnings: kissing, swearing, reader is on their period, mentions of ensuing symptoms, allusions to depression and anxiety, reader needs lots of assurance, matt being a teddy bear, fluffy fluffy fluffy

a/n: this is the first fic i've posted here! i am more frequently a wattpad writer, so i am not totally used to this yet! but i present to you a sweet matty fic i wrote forever ago that i hope someone out there will like. please let me know what you think! feedback is greatly appreciated!! side note: i wrote this with a female reader in mind, but i don’t actually use any pronouns, so i believe it will be okay for anyone who has experienced a period! <333

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You were microwaving macaroni and cheese when the phone rang. The caller ID read Matty. “Hello?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was quiet in that way that it got when he was around other people.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be late tonight. The case Foggy and I took on today is taking a lot more work than we anticipated. I’m really sorry. I know you aren’t feeling well and I wanted to be with you.”

“It’s okay, Matty. I understand—” The microwave started beeping, cutting you off.

"What are you making? Is it the mac and cheese?" Matt's tone was almost accusatory. "I know you bought the good kind. You better save me some,” he said, and you could hear the grin in his voice. It made you laugh as you shifted the phone to rest against your cheek and shoulder, enabling you to open the microwave door.

“Yeah, it’s the mac n' cheese. I bought the big ass container anyways to prevent myself from eating all of it. And I bought a small one for you to take to Foggy since he was raving about it when we had it the other night. Tell him I said hi, by the way. And that I’m still pissed he cut his hair.” Matt’s laugh rang through the speaker of your phone, deep and hearty. You heard him take the phone away from his ear to relay your message.

You could hear Foggy when he chuckled and exclaimed, “I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! She’s only mad because she can’t braid it anymore." That bit was clearly not meant for you. “Hi back, by the way! And don’t save Matt any food.”

“You get all that?” Matt again. “Yes, Matthew. I got it," you sighed.

“How are you feeling? I got out the heating pad for you, so I hope you’re using it. And I washed your favorite blanket. And I put batteries in the remote. And—" You stopped him.

“Matty, I’m okay. Well I’m not okay. I’ve been extra emotional today, and by that I mean in an anxious spiral and my thoughts are eating me alive. My back is killing me and I haven’t eaten much. But I am alive, and I tend to count that as an accomplishment. You certainly do.”

Obviously disregarding your comment, he moved on. “Oh, baby.” Matt only called you baby when you were feeling like shit. Or when he was worried. Or when he was being needy. This time it was only two out of the three.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be home as soon as I can be, okay? Hang in there for me. I miss you. And I love you. You know that right? Whatever you’ve been thinking about today, I love you.”

“Matt, don’t rush home because of me. You guys take your time. I’ll be fine. I miss you too. I definitely did not cry this morning because I could smell your cologne on my book cover. I forgot I left it on your dresser. And I love you too. I do. Just do your job, Matty. Don’t worry about me. I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Okay, baby. I love you.” There he went again. He’d developed a habit of repeating that when he was worried about you.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” You threw that in there before hanging up, because you knew he liked it when you called him that. You heard his dramatic “ughhh” directed at Foggy when you ended the call. You knew he worried because of how you'd had a tendency to keep your feelings in for so long. He just wanted you to be comfortable with him.

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It was just past midnight now, and you were still awake, your back profusely aching. You were laying on the couch, in a big shirt and shorts, sprawled out so you could feel the cool leather. You were sweating, so the covers had been tossed off long before you decided you needed to get out of the bed. Just as you were starting to cool off, you heard footsteps outside the door and the jingle of keys. Mr. Murdock had made it home at last.

“Baby?” He’d barely made it through the door and you could tell he’d probably been listening for you since he got in the building. “Couch, Matthew.” You directed him, even if you didn’t have to. “And I’m fine. You don’t have to call me baby.”

He stopped in front of you, pulling up short, placing his hands on his hips. “I thought you liked it when I called you baby.”

“It’s just so generic.” You tossed your hands up for emphasis. “Everyone calls their significant other baby. Doesn’t feel special. But I do like hearing you say it. I just don’t feel like someone that someone else calls baby.”

“We’ll talk about this later,” he stopped you. He walked up to you and slid his hands under your back and legs, hoisting you up, and carrying you to the bedroom. “What’s this all about? I’m much to heavy to be carried arou—”

“Y/N, shut up. I’m taking you to bed. We are going to bed. I am going to hold you. And kiss you. And touch you. Because I’ve missed you. And been away much too long. You are going to tell me how you’re feeling.” He plopped you down on the edge of the bed and got down on his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your chest.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled into his hair. “I’m sorry I said I didn’t like being called baby." You suddenly felt very overwhelmed. "I like it when you call me baby. It feels special when you say it. I’ve just always hated when other people use it because it’s the most basic fucking ass pet name in the world.” You felt him chuckle. You’d missed that laugh. And then you started to cry. You never cry. This period was really fucking you up. You guess he heard you, even though you weren't making a sound, and raised his head.

“Oh, sweetheart. I know this one has been rough. And life’s been rough lately. And you missed me. Who wouldn’t?”

You swatted him on the shoulder. “Aren’t you going to kiss me, Mr. Murdock?”

“Why, yes. I suppose so.” And he did. Bringing one hand to the back of your neck, the other resting on your cheek, he kissed you slowly, lovingly. The scruff on his face rubbed against your skin, but you didn’t mind at all. In fact, that feeling was of comfort to you when you were in distress. So simple, yet so reassuring.

He pulled away only to kiss you again. He pressed his lips to yours firmly, as if to say I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Let me be here with you. And you wanted to let him.

“I saved you mac n’ cheese. I didn’t eat much of it. It’s on the top shelf. Right side of the fridge. I can put a label on it if you want.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” His head was raised and focused on you, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. He swiped his thumbs under your eyes, down your cheeks, drying them. Your index finger tapped the edge of his glasses, signaling that he could take them off. Those brown eyes and ever sensual lashes were going to end you one day. “You can do it,” he instructed softly. You gently removed the red lenses from over his eyes, sitting them on the mattress beside you.

“How are you feeling? Just making it down my list," he explained, smirk eating away at the bottom half of his face.

“I told you my physical symptoms earlier.” Your fingers found there way into his hair, messing with it absentmindedly. “Mentally, I’ve been in a depressive spiral. Not amounting to much. Not deserving of you. Couldn’t comprehend why you’d pick me. Almost packed a bag, not that I’d have anywhere to go. Though I suppose Karen’s. I was sitting here all day, thinking about how I don’t matter much. That I am ignored. I don’t know. All those old thoughts coming back when I was starting to get better. I feel like I’m falling again, Matty,” you told him.

“Sweetheart, I need you to hear me when I say that you know a lot of this is hormones. And some of it isn’t. But I want you to know that I am so madly fucking in love with you.”

“And pick you? There are a million reasons why I’d chose you again and again. I’ll spend the rest of my life telling them to you if you want. You are my everything. I can’t believe you would contemplate leaving because you think I, what, deserve better?” A laugh left him, but there wasn’t any humor to it. He was serious. “There’s no one better than you. You were made for me. Your stubborn and sarcastic ass was made for me. ‘N you matter to me. You know that. I know you do. I don’t want you to start thinking that way again. I hear you, and I will tell you all of these things every minute if you like until it sticks. I will pick you up when you fall, my love.” Here he stopped to kiss you again, emphasizing his words.

“Thank you, Matty. And because I love you I’ll pretend like that wasn’t a cheesy spiel, but I liked it anyways.” You kissed his nose--making it scrunch--and his forehead, drawing out that purr you knew was hiding. Then you drew your fingers further into his hair, lightly scraping your nails along his scalp. His weakness. The purr grew. Got him, you thought.

Finally, Matt rose.

“I’m gonna need more of that," he started. "Now how about we get some rest?”

“Yeah,” you responded. He grabbed his glasses off the bed and walked over to his nightstand to set them down. You watched as he reached to loosen and remove his tie. He kicked off his shoes, tossed his socks in the hamper. Next he unclasped his belt and slung it over the one and only chair in the bedroom. When he reached up to start buttoning his shirt, you stopped him.

“Can I do it?” Your voice was a tad weary, worried he might find the gesture odd.

His fingers froze where they hovered above his collar. “Unbutton my shirt? Yeah, sure.” He waltzed over to you and you sat up on your knees at the end of the bed so that you could reach him.

You gently pulled at the shirt from his waist where it was tucked into his dress pants. You began unbuttoning the gray fabric slowly, making your way down his chest, and you could feel the warmth of him under your fingertips. That warmth you had missed all day, except for when you'd been sweating.

You reached the bottom. All out of buttons. He held out his right wrist for you. You'd forgotten about the buttons that lived on the cuffs of his shirts. You took care of that one, and then he held out the left. You wrapped your arms around his back, drawing such a faint hitch in his breathing that you could have imagined it, and placed a kiss on his bare chest. You released a soft hum when you let your cheek rest there, and could feel his slow and quiet laugh. “I could stay here forever, Matty.”

However, you removed your arms from his back, making sure to drag your fingers along his sides like he liked, and lifted them to carefully push the shirt from his shoulders and pull it down, letting him take his arms out of it. He turned away and tossed the shirt in the hamper once he had completely freed himself from it.

“What was that for? I liked it. Just curious,” he inquired, his voice a whisper.

“Wanted to be close to you. Like helping you. Missed you. And you know how fond I am of your chest.” He laughed again then. That throaty chuckle that made you dissolve into a sad little puddle.

He stepped back and went to unbutton his dress pants. You watched him take them off and toss them with his discarded shirt. He was left in nothing but his usual black underwear. He walked back to your perch at the end of the bed and pecked your lips before traveling to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

You settled under the covers, half covered and half not, tangled as you always were and awaited the warmth of him. He plopped down and settled on his back. “C’mere. Since you are so fond of my chest.”

As instructed, you lay your head on his chest, but high enough to still rest under his chin. You stretched a leg out over his, and he tangled it with his. His hand slid under the hem of your shirt to rest on your hip, rubbing over the squish there.

“Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?” He asked.

“Only you. And yes, I am very comfortable. And if I had needed something, wouldn’t it have been better to ask before we were in bed?”

“You make a valid point.” He kissed the top of your head, palm still rubbing your hip. His other hand moved to rest under his head. You kissed his chest, and you swear he purred again.

“You’re the lawyer, Mr. Murdock." You started to smile, "Did you just purr? Like a cat?”

His chest shook with laughter. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Whatever you say. Maybe I’ll see if I can make you purr again later,” you told him, starting to feel sleepy as a result of all the emotions of the day. You wanted nothing more than to sleep and be close to him. And it was exactly what you were getting.

“I think I'll take you up on that. Sleepy? Your breathing’s changed,” he stated.

“Very. I love you, Matty. Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For loving me. Listening to me. And caring about me.”

“Don’t thank me for that. It’s my favorite thing to do. I love you too, sweetheart. Get some rest, okay?”

“Okay, Matty.” You felt him laugh a little as you said that. You believe as a mixture of the sleep in your voice, but also because he liked it when you called him Matty. He told you that once after you accidentally called for him that way. It was the only way you called for him now.

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ikeprinces-stuff · 5 months

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~~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓 ~~

Words : 1697

Warning : No warning

Characters : Jin Grandet & Clavis Lelouch & My prince OC

A/N : Hey, sorry for the lack of updating. Exams are kicking my ass on the one hand and my psyche on the other, but I enjoyed writing this and telling it to my little sister before posting it, since she's a Clavis fan LOL 😂 anyway, have fun reading. 💓💓

Previous short stories :

Reading Between The Lines

The Sweetness Of Understanding

The White Tiger And The White Lynx

Tags : @leonscape @myonlyjknight @orangejuice707 @altairring @the-bird-and-the-flute @scorchieart @violettduchess @aquagirl1978 @lorei-writes @ikemen-writer @scrumptiousfirepanda

“Well, what do you think, my dear brother?” Clavis asked with a twisted grin on his face. Jin raised an eyebrow at the malicious expression and said, “Why do you think Vern would agree to something like this?” Clavis was confident in his response. “My dear Vernard cannot refuse a request from his older, handsome brother, can he?” He said with a smirk, "You're not his only older brother, you know?" Jin pointed out. As the two of them continued to chat, they both looked over at Vernard, who was sitting across from them with his arms folded and a bored expression on his face, wishing he wasn't here.

Vernard was deep in thought, lost in a sea of memories that made him feel trapped and upset. The more he thought about how he ended up here, the more frustrated he became. He wasn't the kind of person to turn down requests, but the timing of this encounter was terrible. Vernard was supposed to meet someone very important at the moment, but then the last two people he wanted to see appeared on the scene, and without warning, they dragged him away to a bar. The feeling of being unable to say 'no' made him feel frustrated, even though he knew that the meeting he was planning to attend was much more important.

Vernard sighed heavily, remembering the situation that brought him here. The two older brothers turned their attention to him, and Jin believed he knew what was on his brother's mind. "See? I told you," Jin said, thinking he knew the reason for Vernard's sigh. "Come on, dear Vernard," Clavis said, his voice filled with hope. "It's not that bad." But Vernard's gaze was cold as he met his brothers' eyes. "It's interesting how much you believed I was listening to what you were saying." The two brothers fell silent for a few seconds, and Clavis realized that whatever he had said to Vernard had gone in one ear and out the other, or possibly not entered Vernard's ear at all.

Jin's muted laughter echoed through the space as he nudged his brother's shoulder. "Looks like Vern wasn't giving you any of his attention while you were speaking." Jin's shoulders slightly shook, as if he was trying to stifle a laugh. When he finished his words, his brother's expression turned sad, but he continued to smile. "Dear Vernard, how many times must I remind you that ignoring me is not polite?" Clavis said, attempting to assert his authority as an older brother. "I will listen with pleasure to anything you have to say as long as it's useful or important," Vernard retorted, with no signs of bowing to Clavis's demands. "Otherwise, my ears will remain closed." Clavis gave a scornful laugh and under his breath, muttered, "Just like Chev..." Vernard's expression darkened as he heard Clavis's statement but chose to ignore him and keep quiet.

"Okay, okay. Let's not ruin tonight, let's make it fun," Jin proposed, resting his cheek on his hand and looking intently at Vernard, hoping he'd catch the hint. But Clavis cut in, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "Someone like Dear Vernard surely doesn't know the meaning of 'fun', do you?" Vernard's reply was as quick as it was sharp. "It's refreshing to hear that you know so much about me, Clavis." His tone carried the same hint of sarcasm as his brother's.

"Perhaps that's why you should join our faction, to learn everything you need to from me," Clavis added with a mischievous grin. "As a gentleman, I promise we'll have a blast," he continued, hoping that his words would spark some interest in Vernard. Vernard let out a frustrated sigh and buried his face in his hands. Ever since he made it clear he wouldn't be joining a faction, Clavis had been doing everything he could to persuade him to change his mind. But Vernard refused to give an answer, instead choosing to ignore Clavis's pleads.

"Gentlemen respect the wishes of others," Vernard pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Clavis. "Shouldn't you be respecting my wish to not be a part of your faction?" Clavis's smile widened as he recognized Vernard's attempt to leverage his good manners against him. "Ah, but I won't fall for that twice, Dear Vernard," he said with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. As Vernard let out a frustrated sigh, it seemed his plan had failed. "Ah, finally, the drinks are here," Jin exclaims, waving down the waitress who catches the motion and makes her way to their table. As she arrives, Jin begins to flirt with her, and Clavis and Vernard turn their attention away from him. After a brief moment of flirting, the waitress sets down three glasses, one of which is wine and the other two are grape juice.

As Vernard gazed deeply into his two cups of grape juice, Jin called out to him, "So, Vern. Despite your habit of wandering around at night, this is the first time we've actually seen you do it. I'm curious to know what you're doing." Jin rested his chin on his hand and leaned forward to peer at Vernard, eyes full of expectation. But Vernard merely returned his gaze with a cold look. Clavis chimed in, "Tell us, will you?" He leaned forward, his desire for knowledge clear on his face. Vernard's jade eyes darted back and forth between the two people in front of him, searching for an answer to their question. He was a secretive person, and even though what he did might be perfectly normal, it was unusual for him to reveal his activities, even to those closest to him... if there was anyone who fit that bill. Jin and Clavis, sensing Vernard's hesitation, leaned forward, waiting intently for his reply.

“I have no obligation to disclose.” Vernard leans back in his chair, still with his arms crossed. Jin gives a playful laugh, leaning closer to Vernard and holding his glass out in an invitation to drink. "No obligation, eh? Well, that's no way to have fun. Let's make a game out of it. I bet we can guess what's motivating you to be all mysterious." Clavis joins in, looking amused. "Yes, we can tell you all kinds of crazy stories about what you're up to." Vernard raises an eyebrow, a small smile flickering across his face. "I'm intrigued. Go ahead, then. Tell me what you imagine I'm doing." He doesn't take the offered glass but instead leans back in his seat, a slight glint in his eye.

Jin took a deep breath before beginning his guessing session. "Aren't you going to tell us who she is?" "She who?" Vernard responds, raising one eyebrow in surprise at what he heard. "Is she your secret romance, Vern?" Jin looked into Vernard's jade eyes, trying to read his expression. Clavis joined in, his smirk growing bigger as he leaned forward. "We think you've got a hot date tonight. Is that it?" Vernard's face remained emotionless, but Jin could see his eyes narrowing slightly. "Seriously, that's the best you can come up with? A secret romance?" He shook his head, his smile fading into a frown.

"Oh, looks like our guess was wrong," Clavis' voice dripped with sarcasm as he said to Jin, nudging his waist to make him nod in agreement. Jin's smile grew even more as they looked over at Vernard, who gave them a bland look. "I never said your guess was wrong," Vernard said, sending surprise across Jin and Clavis's faces. They exchanged quick glances before turning back to him, intrigued. Vernard spoke slowly, drawing out the suspense as he waited for their response. "I went to see a female. But she wasn't a woman." His voice was low, almost like a whisper. Jin and Clavis exchanged a confused glance, trying to decipher what he could possibly mean.

"A child...?" Jin whispered quietly to Clavis. He was equally confused by Vernard's statement, and his frown deepened as he tried to wrap his mind around what the other male could have meant.

With a flourish, Vernard picked up his cup of grape juice and drained it in one big gulp. As he set the empty cup back down on the table, both Jin and Clavis couldn't help but crane their necks to get a better look. "It's getting late," Vernard stated and stood up from the table, putting on an air of importance as he started to make his exit. "Thank you for your hospitality, but I have official duties to attend to in the morning, so I must retire early." he informed them. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks and turned back towards the brothers. "Oh, and Clavis, you know I prefer apple juice, but I do appreciate the effort, so thank you for the grape juice. Hopefully, you enjoy yours." He ended with a wave, sending the two into a flurry of thoughts and questions as he finally left the bar.

Jin frowned as he watched Vernard leave, "Aw, he's leaving just as it's getting interesting." Clavis sighed as he picked up his juice and began drinking. "Like I said, Dear Vernard isn't as much fun. I'm determined to make him see how great it is to be a part of our faction. I just know he secretly wants the company of a handsome, fun-loving brother like me."

Clavis took a sip from the cup, but immediately recoiled as he felt an unexpected sensation. Jin's eyes widened as he noticed the change in Clavis' expression. "I take it that trick didn't work, huh?" he said, smiling as if he already knew the answer. Clavis' face turned cold, and his eyes narrowed as he looked back at the cup. "Yes, he managed to evade me yet again, like always," he said, frustration in his voice. He pulled out a small bottle of alcohol from his pocket, revealing what had caused the reaction in Clavis. "The moment I go to ask him how, I just know he'll say it was his 'intuition' or some such," he finished with a touch of sarcasm.

~𝑬𝑵𝑫~

#ikemen prince #ikeprince clavis #ikeprince jin #ikeprince #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikemen prince oc #ikeprince leon #ikeprince yves #ikeprince chevalier #ikeprince licht #ikeprince nokto #ikeprince rio #ikeprince sariel

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flowertrigger · 10 months

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Fuck Inspiration Sunday

Thank you @mammameesh @a-noble-dragon @ramonaflow @trickiwooao3 for tagging me in the various end of week writing posts 💖

I think I depleted all my writing energy with my last fic. Despite desperately wanted to writing (<- omg plz just look at where my brain is at currently 😂), I just haven't been able to put anything worthwhile down 😩😭

I've started and abandoned so many fics it makes me feel sad that they may never be finished--if only someone else would write them for me!

Anyway, let's all look at this fucking adorable face instead. I mean christ on a cracker, look at him!😍 I love him so much, plz send help.

And here is yet another thing I started tonight:

A pale eyebrow raises up questioningly. He cracks the spine of the book, sniggering at David’s wince, and places it page down on the table next to the platter of fruit he cut up and brought out for them because David mentioned early on that fruit tasted better cut. “Come here,” he says, grabbing David’s hand and pulling him across the padded seat of their outdoor setting.

“What are you doing?” David shrieks in outrage, ineffective since they both know how much he enjoys being manhandled.

Patrick hushes him with a soft, “shh babe.”

His large hands gently clasp David’s cheeks and brings their lips together. David moans as they come together—Patrick’s kisses taste luscious and sweet from the peaches he’s been eating, his lips soft and supple, his tongue teasing and hot. He kisses with his whole body, hands strong and present on his face, through his hair, over his back. David will never get over how much of himself Patrick puts into everything he does. A kiss is never a simple kiss with him, every one bestowed like a gift to be treasured and savoured. David whines as Patrick crowds him with his broad frame, rising a little onto his knee in order to push him down onto his back.

“Can we do this here?” David gasps out as Patrick settles his weight on top of him.

“Why not? The backyard is closed off.”

“Okay but—“

Patrick cuts off his protest with a hungry kiss, tongue once more probing and tangling with his own.

“Shh baby it’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Ok, thank you, good night, sorry for this long ass post ✌🏼

#writing tag game #inspiration saturday #seven sentence sunday

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junosartsthetic · 2 years

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I saw your "love confession starters". Can I have Kakyoin x reader for "i don't want just any company. i want you."? Really fluff please!

I will most likely make a part two of this because it ends suddenly and I don't think I got to convey all I wanted to but also it got long and I don't want to go to bed without posting anything. Also this hasn't been reread or formatted properly or anything and it's currently 1 am so sorry in advance. also i kind of twisted the quote but like I said ill probably make a second part that gets to the point better. Anyway, have this.

You’d never get over how beautifully vibrant the night sky in the middle east was. In Japan, it always just looked black, but now, in the unpolluted desert, it sparkled brilliantly with constellations. Not only could you see bright white stars, but hues of purple, blue, and green whisked across the sky, painting it with color. Distant galaxies shone so brightly you could’ve sworn they were just an arms-reach away. You had to stop yourself from reaching out above the balcony railing in a useless attempt to grasp at them. You must’ve looked like a child, the way your feet stuck between the railing bars as you gasped in awe at the scene. It was not your first night under such a bright sky, but you could look at the scene above you forever and not get tired.

In fact, the others always knew where to find you once the sun went down. It didn’t matter how tired you were from the day’s fights or travels, you always took the time to star-gaze, even if just for a few minutes. Sometimes the group would join you, though most all of them seemed to quickly get bored, or had better things to do. You didn’t mind standing alone, though there was always a certain someone who always made it better.

You were half-tempted to go ask him to join you, though that seemed a little too childish even for you in your current state.

You finally managed to tear your eyes away from the dazzling sight and looked back towards the balcony door. Inside revealed a grand suite of a room. It was always a riot when you all had to share a room, but at the moment it was dark and quiet inside. You assumed everyone was still down at the bar eating. You decided to return to the room early for no particular reason, you just didn’t feel like eating that much, which of course led to your eventual place on the balcony.

Stepping back from the railing, you tiptoed towards the door, opening the glass pane with a soft click. You stepped inside, closing it behind you, before letting out a sigh.

You looked down at your dirty school uniform you’d been wearing that day. You hadn’t even bothered changing before doing your nightly star-gazing ritual.

You moved to grab your pajamas from your small luggage when the door opening stopped you. You looked to see Kakyoin enter the room. You gave him a wave. “Hey,” you said, continuing your search through your bag. “Going to bed?” You winced at your own stupid question. You always seem to lose your ability to function around him.

He nodded. “The others aren’t far behind, I just wanted to—” he stopped himself. “Nevermind. Are you about to go to bed? I know you usually stay on the balcony for a little bit first.”

You hummed in response. “I just got back inside. I always like to look at the stars but today also kicked my ass so I cut it a little short.”

You finally found your nightgown, pulling it from your bag and heading towards the bathroom. “Anyway, I’m gonna go ahead and get ready for bed before everyone else shows up. The bed I got stuck with at the last hotel sucked so I want first choice tonight.”

“About that,” Kakyoin said. “There’s only three beds in this suite, and I doubt three of us guys can fit in a queen.”

You paused. “Hmm. . . so that means I have to share a bed with one of you guys, huh? That’s a first.”

“If you really don’t want to, I’m sure one of us can make up a bed on the floor—”

You shook your head. “No, no. I’m not gonna do that to you guys. Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I need my own space or whatever, especially when we’ve got bigger fish to fry. Just talk between yourselves and figure it out—I really don’t care.” You paused. “Actually wait, just make sure it’s not Pol. I can hear him snore from across the room. I’m not dealing with that right next to me. Oh. Not Jotaro either. He sleep-punches. I’ve seen it. Also mark Avdol off the list. That man is like a radiator and I’m not sweating to death in my sleep. Not Mr. Joestar either. He sleep-talks. . . wow, all of them have their issues, huh?” you let out a laugh as you concluded your rant.

“So. . . I guess you’re stuck with me?” He prompted.

Blood rushed to your cheeks. “I guess that is the logical conclusion. . . if that’s alright with you?”

“Of course,” he said. “If you change your mind let me know and I can just set up a place on the floor.”

You waved him off as you entered the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

When you exited you noticed everyone had come back up and gave them a wave. “Hey,” you said. “I don’t know about you guys but I’m exhausted so I’m gonna go ahead and lay down. Feel free to watch TV or whatever. I don’t care.”

You promptly plopped down on the bed closest to the balcony.

“I think we’re all just calling it a night,” Joseph said, setting his hat down on one of the bedside tables.

Polnareff nodded in agreement. “I almost passed out in my dinner.”

You snorted. “Alright, works for me. You guys can figure out who to share a bed with. Kakyoin and I are gonna sleep together.”

“Uhh. . .” Avdol started, “Congratulations? Please just. . . keep it down.”

You about had a heart attack. “Nonononono, that’s not what—I meant to—”

“Good grief,” Jotaro spoke up. “Does it have to be when we’re all in the same room?”

You grit your teeth, embarrassment swarming your body. “Oh, my God, if you all would let me finish—”

Your fellow crusaders broke out in laughter. “We know what you meant,” Joseph said, “we’re just givin’ ya a hard time. Get some sleep, (Y/N).”

You let out a huff, cheeks puffed as you nestled yourself under the covers angrily. “You guys are insufferable. Good night.”

Your actions only led to more scattered laughter. You rolled your eyes before closing them. Within moments, you were out like a light, already snoring softly by the time the others figured out their sleeping arrangements.

Carefully, Kakyoin slipped under the covers, trying his hardest to keep on his side. Eventually, he too fell asleep.

When you awoke to use the restroom, the clock read 3:27 am. You let out a yawn, feet slipping out from the covers as you sat up. It was quiet, save for Polnareff’s snores and the occasional meaningless mumble from Joseph. You turned to look beside you, noting Kakyoin fast asleep, half hanging off the bed. You smiled softly. What a dork. You told him you didn’t care if you shared a bed, but obviously he was doing everything in his power to make himself unnoticeable.

Snorting, you got up quietly before doing your business. After exiting, you walked towards the bed before halting, eyes caught staring out the window. The night sky seemed even brighter than earlier, if that was even possible.

As if hypnotized, you opened the balcony door, stepping out as you placed your hands on the railing. Your neck craned up as you took in the beautiful sight above you.

You weren’t sure how long you were standing there, entranced, before a hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality. You stifled a loud gasp of surprise as you whipped your head to look at the culprit. It was Kakyoin, standing in his pajamas with a tired look on his face. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. . . I got up and ended up getting distracted. Did I wake you up?”

He gestured to the still open door. “It got cold.”

“Sorry,” you said. “I’ll shut the door if you want to go back to bed.”

He shrugged. “I thought I’d stay out and look at the stars a little. Might as well.”

“They’re really beautiful tonight,” you mumbled. “Well. . . they’re always really beautiful here. It’s such a difference from Japan. I just can’t stop looking at them.”

“Do you not get. . . bored, I guess, looking at the sky for so long?”

You shook your head. “You would think, but I don’t know, I just always seem to find something new in the sky, like making up constellations, and stuff, ya know? It’s peaceful, too. Don’t get me wrong, I would die for all of you guys, but sometimes everyone is a little. . . much.”

He chuckled. “I get that. . . do you want me to go in so you can have your peace?”

“No, I don’t mind company,” you replied. “Especially if it’s you.” You didn’t even process what you just said, mind drifting as your eyes traced a new shape within a star cluster. “Hey,” you said, pointing a finger upwards . “Do you see that group of stars? If you draw lines between them it sort of looks like Avdol’s stand.”

“I don’t see it,” Kakyoin replied, though he was too busy overanalyzing your words to really pay attention.

You rolled your eyes, pointing more aggressively. “See, look. Those five stars create the beak, then that large one is the eye, then it sort of drifts off with that galaxy to create the torso.”

“Where?”

Letting out a huff, you reached out and grabbed his chin, turning his head to your newly found constellation. “Right there!”

Did he see what you were talking about? No. In fact, he wasn’t even looking at the sky anymore. His eyes traced from where your hand gripped his face to your head still facing the stars. He’d never seen you this direct before. You were usually a pretty reserved person, especially when it came to physical contact. You didn’t even let Joseph carry you to the car when you suffered a pretty bad leg wound. You ended up passing out as you tried to hobble there yourself.

He brought himself back to the moment in front of him. Your hand loosened on his chin, sliding down to take hold of his hand. You brought it up, manipulating his pointer finger so it traced out the stars you insisted looked like Magician’s Red. “Do you see it now? I swear I’m not crazy.”

“I’m going to be honest,” he said, moving to take your hands in his. You faced him fully, back to the sky as you locked eyes with him. “I am not paying attention to your constellation in the slightest.”

You huffed.

He continued on. “I can only focus on you right now. Your voice, your hands, your eyes, your lips, the way you’re so passionate about this, it’s all. . .”

Your heart began to race, mind returning from the stars to take in what was currently happening. “It’s all. . .?”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or make anything weird, but. . . I think I’m in love with you.”

You almost choked on your own spit.

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kkrazy256 · 2 years

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Terra hai I want to see Fox being a good ori'vod to Rememememememdy with

➵ covers; character a gets into character b’s bed in the middle of the night. at first character b is confused, though they hear character a crying and hold them for the rest of the night.

Characters: Commander Fox, Clone Medic Remedy, Arc Trooper Drift (calamity-aim’s oc)

Notes: Post-Prosthetics Center 2 and Pharma’s death

Sorry for so much exposition, but I genuinely don’t think Rem would willingly do this unless some shit’s gone down akjhfwklj. Enjoy!

Fox had hoped sleep would take him the moment his head hit the pillow.

But then again, he’s never been the lucky sort.

Instead, the mattress of his bunk feels entirely too stiff and uncomfortable. Most likely from the lack of use. Really, his office chair gives a better embrace for his ass than this piece of shit.

He’s the only one in the Command bunks tonight. It’s not a rare occurrence, but Fox usually misses his own sleep shift anyways so he’s never really noticed how quiet it gets in here without the rest. He misses Thorn’s snores and Stone’s half-asleep mumbles. It’s been a long time since he’s slept in his own bed.

But he’s exhausted today. Even the usual late-night mug of scalding tea didn’t help keep his eyes from drooping nor keep his forehead from slamming against his desk painfully three times before he gave up and logged himself as ‘off-duty’ for the night.

It’s been a busy week. Somehow there had been less paperwork with the first Prosthetics Center incident. And that outpost had been blown up to bits and pieces.

The second one became a graveyard, with every clone assigned there dead. The coroners (two full teams of them sent there) said that the various states of internal decay meant they had been dead for quite some time. Yet, the tears in dead muscles show they had been moving beyond death. There were no external wounds. By all accounts, an absolute mystery.

Fox had been present during the meeting about this whole fiasco. The looks the Jedi shared with one another at the coroners’ revelation didn’t sit well with him. They knew something.

The Jedi had joined the recovery mission and taken General Tarn’s body. To where and for what reason, it hadn’t been Fox’s problem.

But Pharma’s body? That had been his problem.

Because his body had been the only one with a physical wound. A fatal blaster wound to the back of the head. The autopsy photographs had been as gruesome as they had sounded. The blaster fired had been a standard issued one, the serial number assigned to one CT-8847.

Questioning by High Command had been delayed until Drift was out of emergency care, and Remedy got his knee fixed properly. Even then, neither of them was in the right mindset to take the brunt of the questions that were pressed against them, digging for holes and weak points.

As their Marshal Commander, Fox had taken the brunt of it, defending their actions with everything he could. Like hell, he’d let these bastards tear into his men for making the choices they did on what was probably one of the worst days of their lives.

It all came to a pause when the Chancellor asked to speak with Remedy privately. After that, he agreed that Remedy’s actions were justified and the matter was put to rest. Remedy says he doesn’t remember much about the conversation, but that might just be from the stress of the day. Even now, the gratitude that wells in Fox’s chest is genuine, though hampered by a feeling that something is still wrong.

Because it hadn’t ended there. Because Remedy wouldn’t stop.

His injuries had been significantly less severe than Drift’s but even then, it was clear as damn day he should be taking it easy.

It was a miracle Fox didn’t raise his voice when he told Remedy his request to oversee Pharma’s autopsy was denied. The incredulity had probably bled into his tone, but at least he hadn’t outright sputtered, “are you insane?”. Remedy had just stared, the hand clenched around his single crutch was still.

Then, he nodded and left Fox’s office.

And that had been the last time Fox had seen his CMO this week.

Still, he kept tabs on Remedy amongst the millions of other tasks throughout his days. Each report was the same.

He’s working, Commander.

He was in Medbay 6 when I signed off, sir.

He took over my inventory shift, Commander.

He said he’d do the night rounds in Medbay 2 today.

I think he’s falling asleep on his feet, Fox.

He was visiting Drift, sir.

Fox groans, rolling onto his side to grab the datapad off his bunkside drawer. The bright blue glow makes him squint. Once the static in his vision clears, he pulls up the current on-duty roster of his Guard.

He scrolls the endless lists of numbers until he finds CT-8847. He taps on his shift history.

Remedy’s been on rotation for the past four days. And he still hasn’t signed off.

His rations check-off history is also spotty. He hasn’t been grabbing meals either.

Fox sends him a location ping request and sets the datapad down, staring at the dark screen.

His fingers tap out the melodies of at least three of Coruscant’s Top 30 hits before he realizes he’s not getting an answer.

Fuck it all to karking hell.

His spine pops when he gets out of bed, and he rubs his neck with a sigh. Surely, Senator Corinth wouldn’t notice if Fox takes one of his dozens of plush cushions next time he’s ordered to sweep his office floors.

He goes to Drift first in the medbay. The ARC is still confined to bedrest until his prosthetic is fully integrated again. His file says he’d have to go through at least a month of consistent physical therapy before he can return to active duty.

He’s lying on his stomach and speaking into a comm softly. The blinking blue light washes over his white hair with a cool glow, but the smile on his lips is warm and silly.

Fox clears his throat once, and Drift looks back with a start.

His eyes widen, “Uh, I’ll call you back Rod-”

Fox shakes his head, and whispers, “I’ll be quick. Sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to know if you’ve seen Remedy.”

Drift covers the comm mic with his palm and his lips pull into a small frown, “he was here about half an hour ago, sir.”

“Any idea where he went after?”

“He didn’t say…he didn’t say much actually.” Drift taps the metal of the comm thoughtfully, “he seemed distracted. Couldn’t really keep a conversation.”

Now it’s Fox’s turn to frown, “Is he okay?”

The look Drift gives him is just short of, ‘are you serious?’, and Fox winces internally. Stupid question.

Still, Drift stays professional, “he’s asked me that a lot these days.”

He rolls the comm between his fingers, and the ‘well, are you okay?’ is on the tip of Fox’s tongue.

Drift speaks again before he could voice it, “but when I ask him the same, he never answers.”

He turns his bitter smile towards Fox, “you know how the doc is.”

“Yeah, really good at pissing me off.” He says without thinking.

Drift blinks up at him in surprise before snickering. Then he stops when the mirth turns into a grimace of pain and he sinks back into the bed, “that makes two of us, Commander.”

“But,” Drift continues, “I don’t think he was doing it on purpose today. He was just really out of it.”

Fox swallows, looking down at the datapad in his hands. CT-8847’s status is still glowing green for on duty.

“Did he say where he was going?”

“No. He didn’t even say goodbye when he wandered off.” His choice of words is deliberate; Fox needs to find him fast.

“Alright, I’ll check the other floors. Thanks, Drift.” He turns to leave.

“Commander?”

Fox stops.

“...Will you ask him?”

“...Yeah.”

“...Thanks.”

Fox leaves the room, catching the start of Drift’s renewed conversation on the comm. The warmth had returned to his voice, and he can hear the smile in it.

He stops by Remedy’s office at the end of the hall first. The lights are off, and the CMO is nowhere in sight. His commlink is sitting at the center of his desk, Fox’s last three location ping requests still unread. He grabs the wastebasket, which is filled with scraps of flimsi, a few broken datapads, and ration wrappers. There were only a few, not enough to account for four days.

Fox places it outside the doorway for the custodial droid to take in its next rotation and keeps moving.

He’s not hiding in Inventory like he usually would. The small medicinal garden on 6th is also empty. He’s not in the mess hall. He’s not at his assigned bunk on the 14th floor either.

The crisp, artificial Coruscant air stings against his dry cheeks when he pushes open the door to the rooftop. He scrubs the dust from his eyes before walking toward the ledge.

His city breathes with activity, hundreds of speeders whizzing by in the distance. The time of night does nothing to deter the never-sleeping planet from its endless march.

Fox leans forward, the wind pushing against his shoulder blades with a teasing whisper.

He looks down, not daring to take a breath while the breeze plays with his hair.

Remedy isn’t here either.

Fox goes back inside.

At this point, he’s starting to feel the first inklings of worry. It’s not enough to order a search; he’s not impulsive enough to do that without considering the consequences. Maybe a Guard-wide announcement to be on the lookout? No, that would just get everyone in a panic.

Fox rubs his eyes again, cursing the way they burn with tears. He can’t stop yawning.

The door in front of him slides open, and he jumps at the familiar scenery of the Commander barracks. He must’ve wandered back without thinking.

He walks in, running a hand through his hair. He should send the message to at least the medics, in case Remedy decides to head back to the medbays. He’d authorize full permission for them to tie their CMO down for forced bed rest. Then, Fox will give that di’kut a piece of his mind after he’s taken a quick nap—

There’s already someone in his bunk.

For a moment, he wonders if Thorn had returned from patrol. If it had been a particularly bad one, he’d usually just flop down on Fox’s bunk because crawling up to the top one is ‘too much work’.

Then he catches a glimpse of red hair, and the knot in his stomach loosens.

Found you.

Fox sets his datapad down on the drawer before sitting on the edge of the bunk. Remedy is lying on his side, facing the wall. He doesn’t even stir at the added weight.

As CMO, Remedy has code access to all their bunks in case of emergencies.

Maybe he had come here because he had been looking for Fox as well. Before the exhaustion caught up to him the moment he felt a bed beneath him.

Fox reaches out, hand landing on Remedy’s shoulder.

He gives a small shake, “hey—”

The loud smack of Remedy’s forehead against the ceiling of the bunk makes Fox cringe in sympathy. The medic swears up and down, cradling his head as he pushes away from Fox as quickly as he could. His back hits the wall, and he stays there, his entire body tense. Like he’s waiting for something to happen.

“Remedy?” Fox tries after another ten seconds. He holds his hand out but doesn’t make a move to get close.

Wide brown eyes find him in the darkness and Remedy drops his arms.

“…Fox?”

“Yea-“ He leans back when Remedy surges forward to grab his face, tilting it up and down, searching with a squint. Fox reaches down to pat around the mattress for his glasses. Remedy grabs his arm, feeling it from shoulder to wrist.

“What are you—“

“What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” Remedy demands.

“What?”

“Where are you injured?”

“I’m…not?”

Remedy scowls, looking around while still squinting, “then who is?”

“I…” Fox flounders, “I don’t think anyone is?”

Remedy blinks, sitting back.

“Then why are you bothering me if there’s no emergency?”

Fox stares before lowering his hand slowly to tap his finger against the mattress, “you’re in my bunk.”

“…what?”

Fox finally finds Remedy’s glasses under the pillow and hands them to him.

Remedy puts them on and scans his surroundings blearily. Then recognition sparks and he goes completely still.

“Oh.”

Fox uses the silence to study him. His hair is nearly freed from the ponytail; the red curls drape over his shoulders, tangled and wild.

He can see all the lines cutting deep into Remedy’s face, seemingly multiplied in the last few days. They make the bags under his eyes glaringly obvious, even when hidden behind the frames of his glasses. His skin is sticky with sweat.

It’s not right. This is what Fox expects to see when he looks in the refresher mirror after a blackout mission, body still shaking like it doesn’t belong to him—because it doesn’t—This isn’t how his little brother should look. He had promised Cody, Fox had promised him that he’d look out for Remedy. This isn’t—

“Remedy,” He starts—

“—I’m sorry, Commander.” His CMO straightens, face falling blank.

The stilted formality makes Fox clench his jaw.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve,” Remedy swipes a stray white curl out of his face, and his hand trembles with the motion, “I must’ve walked here accidentally. I apologize for the trouble.” He shifts to move around Fox, “I’ll go, Commander.”

He pitches forward, and Fox catches him by the shoulders before he faceplants headfirst into the edge of the bunk.

“Just lie down, you can sleep here tonight.”

“And where will you sleep then?” Remedy snorts, already leaning away from him.

Fox answers that by lying down, stretching out his limbs with a groan, “right here.”

“Fox, I—”

“— are an idiot that is about to pass out. You think I haven’t noticed your shift history?” He gestures to the datapad on the drawer.

Silence.

“I think you’d know a body’s limits better than most, Chief Medical Officer.” He tucks an arm underneath his pillow, “I’m tired.” He can hear Remedy’s soft intake of breath; Fox couldn’t believe he was admitting to it either, “I don’t want to have to get up and escort you back to your bed like you’re some cadet.”

There’s the subtle creak of a clenched fist, and Fox shoots down the brief second of regret for using Remedy’s guilt like this.

But it works. After a minute, he can hear the medic shifting to lie back down.

Fox lets his eyes slip close, forcing his breaths to even out. The familiar hums of the ventilation system and muffled outside noise lull him into a half-asleep state. He hovers there comfortably, mentally running through his schedule next shift.

That’s when he hears something beyond the familiar background noises.

It’s a stuttered sort of sound, the rhythm off-kilter and pitchy. It takes him a few seconds to realize it’s coming from next to him. Then another two seconds to recognize the sound as sharp inhales being deliberately stifled.

He turns his head, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. Remedy’s hair is completely down now and covers the space between them. But Fox can still see the way his entire body shivers each time he tenses to clamp down what can only be a sob.

Fox reaches out again, hand brushing against his hair.

The full-body flinch he gets in return makes him pull back immediately. Remedy shoots up, slow enough to avoid collision with the top of the bunk but still hurried. He turns his head away from Fox to face the wall. But not before Fox catches the glimpse of wetness on his cheeks.

“Remedy.”

Remedy reaches up to swipe the tears away.

“I’m,” sharp, shaky inhale, voice still trying to appear level, “I’m bothering you, I’m sorry—”

“Kih’vod. Stop.” The blanket twists beneath Fox’s clenched fist.

Remedy goes perfectly still. He finally turns to stare at Fox. His glasses are gone, and Fox spots them haphazardly crushed underneath a pillow. His eyes are swollen, making the bags beneath them look puffy. His nose is runny and the wet trails of tears paint his face in two neat lines going sideways from lying down. His shoulders are squared, his back straight, and his chest puffed out.

Only he shakes.

His shoulders shake, his chest quivers, his jaw trembles from how hard he has it clenched. His eyes shine with unshed tears but they’re not falling. Why, why is he trying so hard to—

Kih’vod. Stop.

Stop.

Stop fucking crying.

His heart drops.

Why the hell is Fox so fucking bad at this?

“No.” He says as firmly as he can manage without falling into yelling territory, “I didn’t mean—” He takes a deep breath.

“I mean…have you stopped?... At all? Even once? Since you came back from there?”

“I can’t.” Remedy breathes out, as if it were the most obvious explanation, “I can’t.”

Commander, will you ask him?

“Remedy, are you okay?”

It’s almost funny how he gives Fox a ‘are you serious?’ stare near identical to Drift’s.

Remedy opens his mouth. To answer, to deflect, to call Fox a fucking idiot, who knows. Fox doesn’t get a chance to know.

Because the only sound that comes out is a sob.

Remedy slams both hands against his mouth, eyes wide and darting away to look at anything but Fox. The movement makes the tears finally fall.

And then they don’t stop.

The muffled sobs wrack his frame in waves, the overwhelming emotions practically clawing out of him. Fox doesn’t know what to do.

Eventually, the stuffy and runny nose forces Remedy to remove his hands from his lips so he can gulp down air with shuddering heaves from his lungs. He presses his palms against his eyes. His mouth hangs open in a silent scream, unable to find the breath to sob out loud anymore.

He’s hunching over, practically curling in on himself. He looks so damn small.

The complete image hurts Fox in ways he didn’t know could be possible anymore. Hadn’t he seen it all these past two fucking years?

The only words flashing through Fox’s mind are

Cadet. Kid. Kih’vod. Don’t cry don’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcry, little brother, please don’t cry.

He pulls Remedy into his arms, one hand cradling his head and the other running up and down his back.

“I can’t, he, I c- I’m not, I’m not o—” The words come out incoherently, and Fox just hums, nodding.

“I can’t stop, ori’vod.” His voice is wretched and muffled against Fox’s chest.

“I can’t. If I do, I—” He trails off into a barely audible whisper, “I can’t stop seeing him. I can’t stop hearing them. It’s my fault, I know that but I can’t. Ori’vod, I can’t anymore. Please.” He begs, rambling until all his words devolve into a simple plea of ‘please’ over and over again. Each repetition digs into him like blades.

And Fox doesn’t know what else he can do beyond tightening his grip, running his fingers through those tangled curls, and whispering “I know. I know, kih’vod. I’m so sorry. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Fox doesn’t stop the motions and words when Remedy’s sobs turn into quiet sniffles and shuddering breaths. He doesn’t stop when his breaths eventually even out. He doesn’t stop when Remedy goes slack against his hold, leaning against him completely.

He doesn’t stop when his voice is hoarse and he can only murmur the words against the top of Remedy’s head. He doesn’t stop when his chrono tells him it’s dawn. He doesn’t even stop when Stone and Thorn return from their shifts and give him solemn, understanding stares before leaving the room again.

Because if it meant Remedy could finally find a moment of pause—to rest, to find peace, to have silence, to stop blaming himself—

Fox would gladly keep going on forever.

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