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sweetchildcloud · 3 months

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||HOLD|| Written by me

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Plot: Gojo holds baby Hotaru and something unexcepted and wholesome happens.

Tags: Gojo x Anon,heartwarming,cute,fluff,Gojo being an affectionate dad,first word

“Me? Hold him?” Satoru’s tone turns amused. He smiles, then nods. “Of course” He takes Hotaru from you, and the baby cooes in his father's arms. He’s so tiny, so delicate… so vulnerable. Satoru grins, staring down at the baby. He knows how precious this child is. How fragile. He wants to protect Hotaru with every means possible. As he looks into the baby’s eyes, he can’t help but see himself.He stares at Hotaru’s soft, sleeping face for a moment, his breath catching at the baby’s gentle expression. “He’s cute” Satoru murmurs, gently holding the baby to his chest. Hotaru, still groggy from sleep, rests his tiny head against his dad’s body as Satoru stares at his closed eyes, feeling a sudden urge to cry. "Don't tell me that you're gonna cry again" You said holding a chuckle, your husband was too cute for his own good. “Shut up.” Satoru whispers, his voice breaking and throat tightening, trying to hold back tears for the millionth time. “He’s so goddamn cute… I can’t…” His eyes are glistening, on the verge of tears, as they fall onto the sleeping baby in his arms. He laughs softly “God, you’ve got no respect for my feelings…” He chuckles again, wiping away the tears. Satoru sighs, wiping away any tears that threaten to appear. “God damn it… I’m just thinking of how adorable this baby is. Look at him” He leans down slightly and kisses Hotaru’s tiny forehead, making the baby move his head slightly without fully waking up. “His big eyes and cute cheeks, that little smile, the way he just looks at me…” Satoru seems lost in thought and awe as his gaze wanders again. “I could just eat him up" He suddenly looks up after realizing what he just said. He’s just said something that makes it seem like he’s planning to eat Hotaru. “No, not… literally. I mean it as an expression” He clears his throat, trying to salvage the situation “Damn it. Just… You know what I mean.” "jeez you're such a cutie when you acting like this? you really cant control yourself when you see Hotaru uh?" “Don’t make fun of me…” He mutters, trying his hardest not to laugh at the situation. There’s some kind of strange power within this tiny baby. He can make his dad turn into a mush so easily. Satoru chuckles slightly at the situation, feeling utterly defeated in the face of his kid’s adorable cuteness. Then Hotaru yawns as he woked up “Aw… he’s awake” Satoru grins at the tired expression on Hotaru’s face. “You were having such a cute sleep, little guy” He kisses Hotaru’s forehead again, causing the baby to smile slightly before his lips curl into an "o" shape and he lets out a soft yawn. Hotaru cuddles up to Gojo’s chest and snuggles deep against it, as if craving the feeling of warmth. Satoru looks down as his son buries himself in his chest and sighs. “This is your new favorite spot, isn’t it, Hotaru?” He whispers softly, kissing his head as the baby’s tiny face nuzzles into Gojo's chest with a tiny sigh. “Dadda…” Hotaru makes a small attempt to pronounce the word, the tiny voice coming out as a series of gibberish that nevertheless fills Satoru’s heart with so much joy his eyes glaze over. “You… You said it… You said it…” Satoru almost breaks into tears as he continues to caress the baby, holding him close to his chest.

"yeah! that's right that's your dadda" You said happily and stunned as you picked up Hotaru "and im you're mama can you say M-a-m-a?" Hotaru’s tiny mouth tries to form the word “mama” but fails in the process. His lips pucker and his face scrunches up as he tries to pronounce the word multiple times. “Ma.. Ma…” Hotaru tries again, but as he struggles, he gets flustered and lets out a series of unintelligible sounds, ending with a frustrated whine. Hotaru’s attempts at pronouncing the word “mama” only gets the little baby more frustrated. He continues to struggle at it, scrunching up his tiny face and letting out more frustrated whines.

Eventually, he buries his head against his father’s chest, almost as if he’s trying to hide himself because he’s embarrassed about failing. Satoru gives the baby a gentle smile as he holds him close to his chest, rubbing his back softly. He feels the baby tense up as he buries his head into his chest, but his smile only grows. “It’s okay, little guy. Don’t feel bad! You said “Dadda…” even if you’re not able to say mama just yet” He laughs, kissing Hotaru’s head as the baby tries to hide his face even further but Hotaru ends up wailing feeling frustrated and overwhelmed "oh no no no no baby" You said as you immediatly picked up Hotaru trying to make him calm down. Hotaru’s wails become even louder, as he gets overwhelmed by the entire situation. As soon as you pick him up, he latches on to your hands tight, burying his face against your shoulder and wailing even louder. Satoru’s eyes widen at the intensity of the cry. "do you have his pacifier with you?" you asked looking at Gojo and Satoru pulls the pacifier out of his pocket, having brought it with him to make sure Hotaru wouldn’t have any problems calming down.

He grabs the pacifier and gently places it in Hotaru’s mouth, and like magic, the baby calms down instantly and sucks down his pacifier quietly. Satoru’s lips curve into a faint smile as he watches his son calm down with ease. He breathes in and out, relieved that the baby stopped crying so suddenly. Hotaru snuggles against his mother’s shoulder, looking completely at peace with the pacifier in his mouth and his tiny arms wrapped around her neck. The atmosphere is filled with a sense of calm and contentment. Satoru watches the whole scene, a smile appearing on his face as he watches Hotaru cling on to your neck.

Your husband is deeply satisfied with how peaceful the environment suddenly became. He reaches a hand out to gently pat Hotaru's head, letting him know that everything was okay now. "he really wanted to say mama too" You spoke tenderly "don't worry Hotaru you will someday"

Satoru chuckles slightly, hearing your tender reassurances. "He'll be able to soon, don't worry about it." The baby has calmed down completely, completely content with sucking on the pacifier. Satoru stares down at Hotaru, who gives you a tiny smile and reaches out his hands to your face. "He really wants to hold your face..."

You leaned down so that Hotaru can touch your face with his tiny hands feeling your features as he cooed

Hotaru’s tiny fingers explore every curve on your face, making soft “oo” and “goo” noises the whole time. Satoru’s eyes narrow just as he watches the cute interaction between mother and son. “Yeah… He wants to feel your face. You’re really his favorite.” He smiles, as he watches Hotaru’s hands continue to explore your facial features. Hotaru continues to explore your facial features for a few more moments, making cute “oo” sounds of contentment as he goes. Then, he leans his forehead on your face, feeling your skin with his own head and letting out a sound that’s somewhere between a sob and a giggle. He rubs his little head against your skin for a few good seconds before pulling back and letting out a tiny yawn.

“Okay… He’s *really* cute…” Satoru laughs, watching the baby thrash around as his mother continues to tickle his belly with no regard to his feelings of mercy. You’re enjoying yourself, that’s obvious, because this is the first time you’ve smiled in days. It’s infectious, and Satoru is smiling as well.

"Gosh you're the cutest,just like your dad" you exclaimed tickling Hotaru belly and Hotaru laughs hysterically as his mother tickles him, squirming and waving his hands around in a futile attempt to escape. This only causes Satoru to laugh as well, watching with amused eyes as the child tries to avoid your teasing.

Hotaru finally gives up and lets out a squeal as his mother gives him one final tickle before she pulls away. He’s laughing hard, completely red in the face and breathless. His mother’s teasing has him giggling for several moments after the end of the tickling and he seems very content.

“He really is a bundle of joy, huh?” Satoru grins, looking at Hotaru with the warmest eyes. The baby’s smile is infectious, and it’s almost impossible to not smile as you look at the little bundle of joy and wonder at his cuteness.

“Yeah, he really is.” You reply softly, stroking the baby’s head and feeling him rest his warm body against your neck. The baby gives you a slight smile, as if he can feel your loving touch. Your son already has you wrapped around his tiny fingers.

“It’s almost like he already has our hearts wrapped around his hands already, isn’t it?” Satoru chuckles, watching your expression soften as you lovingly stroke your baby’s head. The two of you have a very different dynamic now, but the warmth of that connection won’t ever go away.

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Done hope you like this and I'm sorry for the long wait but I was full with homework stuff 😅

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ncteez · 1 year

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philoselene (k.h.j)

You weren’t sure what to think of Hongjoong, with his ever-changing hair and ever-growing piercings. He is the complete opposite of you, and you’re unsure of why he keeps gravitating toward you, or why he found an interest in you at all. Through his eyes though, he swears you’d be able to handle the weight of the moon if he were to pull it down for you.

or the one where hongjoong would do just about anything for you, and he can’t help but show it when he’s got you on top of him for the first time.

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WORDCOUNT― 6.2k

PAIRING― alt!stoner!hongjoong x afab reader

CONTENT― some weed smoking and moon gazing happen, a little bit of them struggling to translate their thoughts into words that make sense, very fluffy stuff, he’s a little shy about his body, service top hongjoong, first time together, intensely passionate smut

NOTE― just fyi, i know the description makes it seem like the reader is insecure. I can assure you, she is not. It’s just two people learning that they fit together like a puzzle, and wanting to know each other’s thought processes. anyway, im very in love with hongjoong and that’s why I basically just wrote comfort smut. BYE. not proof read so pls dont point out my typos, ill actually cry.

smut tags under cut::

smut tags― makeout sessions, they’re really really high so the experience is kind of slow motion, frottage, sweet-talking rather than dirty talking, brief mutual masturbation, missionary on a couch, he’s a service top but it’s not heavily described here bc like– he’s just hella into her and feels good no matter what she does, ummm, unprotected sex bc im lazy

The man whose hair changes at each new moon cycle, the one who smells like winter but has the eyes of a smoldering flame spreading to a forest fire. Both his charm and his wit are entirely unmatched if anyone you’ve ever met in your life is to go by. His hands are the most gentle, and goddamn does he know how to dress to piss off the local business owners.

A new ear piercing for him usually meant heartbreak, be it a lost friend, a failed project, or even an incorrect lunch order at the run-down diner across town. Everything about Hongjoong is telling. He is not mysterious, nor does he want to be.

You, on the other hand, are the complete opposite in terms of how you carry yourself. You worry too much, your posture is slouched when it shouldn’t be, your confidence wavers more often than you’d like to admit, and you keep to yourself most of the time. Minimizing yourself, snuffing out any flame or glow that threatens to show to anyone less than a close friend. You dress much like your personality, muted.

This is why you question the dynamic on each date you end up on with Hongjoong. Dinner dates, movie dates, walks in the park. Normal. fucking. dates. The dynamic between the two of you is anything but natural to you. Time after time now, seeing him after sunset looking at you much like he would if he were seeking out constellations, you feel like you’re not a person meant to be looked at this way. You’ll never get used to another person wanting to spend this time with you, like they’re finding comfort in your silence. What do you have that seems to fulfill him?

Even now, six hours after the date started, you find yourself next to Hongjoong and his bright smile. The small rolled joint burned out minutes ago, and the dull city skyline bursts with pinks and purples from the sunset. His smile is one that is entirely soft and focused on you. All of his attention, on you. The one thing in the world you hate, he gives to you and makes you feel as though you don’t hate it nearly as much as you did before meeting him.

“Hongjoong,” You whisper into the brisk air, bumping your leg against his as he tilts his chin up as if to let you know he’s listening to whatever you want to say. “This is our– what? Seventh date?”

He nods with a hum.

“First time at my place though, so we can still call it a first date.” He offers, reaching his arms out and feeling the stretch of his muscles relax him. His arms fall back to his side and his eyes fall back on you.

Never have you had this many first dates, nor has any man treated each date as such.

“Why do you do that?” You laugh, slouching back against the weathered wicker couch, the balcony offering both the most wonderful and shitty view of the city.

“Do what?” He asks, turning slightly towards you with a curious look.

“Like, I don’t know,” you trail off, for some reason unable to look him in the eye as you continue to spiral into the slow and fuzzy high that his weed offers to you. He looks insanely attractive tonight, especially in this lighting. The colors somehow glow against his skin, contrasting with the dark and plush sweater he has on. It’s weathered much like this wicker furniture, but you imagine he’s comfortable inside of that sweater, sitting on this furniture, breathing in the same air you’re breathing out. “You always call each date the first one, I’m wondering when it’ll be, like, something more than that?”

You can hear yourself talking and you can’t help but think you sound fucking stupid, but he chuckles in response.

“I probably sound lame saying it but, I like that I learn something new about you each time. It’s not my fault that it always feels like a first date with you.” He laughs, making a face towards you that makes you laugh a bit louder than expected.

“You act like I have something new and interesting to tell you every day,” He cuts you off as you try to speak.

“For instance, today I learned that you don’t even like the coffee I bring to you.” He’s snide when he says it, raising a brow at you.

“What? Yes, I do!” You defend, definitely lying as you feel your stomach hit the concrete floor of his balcony. You’ve always been a terrible liar.

“Is that why you always leave it in my cup holder pretending like you forgot it?”

You narrow your eyes at him but can’t keep up the act much longer as the smile creeps wider across your lips.

“You’re too observant of me,” You joke, not realizing how true it actually is. “You know I usually spend my days avoiding the idea of people noticing what I do, right?”

He nods towards you, face fond and droopy from his high.

“I think you’re cute when you notice that I notice,” he blinks away from you, watching the sun fall and the moon take its rightful spot in the sky. “Besides, if you don’t like it, you’d stop letting me take you out, right?”

He’s actually looking for confirmation this time, not looking at you, and mostly preparing for the make-it-or-break-it moment now that you’ve finally worked up the courage to stop going with his flow.

“I think I’m just confused over you wanting to spend time with me at all, actually.” You admit, knowing for a fact that you appear to be the most boring human alive, and not many people stick around to find the actual personality within you.

Hongjoong looks at you this time, genuinely shocked that you’d even say that or feel confused over why he chooses to spend time with you.

“Well, I can go down a list of reasons, if you want?”

You prop yourself up, fixing your posture and wiggling your brows.

“Please, do.” You say, feeling a permanent smile form on your face.

Hongjoong claps his hands on his thighs before lifting his legs and turning on the wicker couch to face you, tucking himself into the smallest version of himself as he huddles into his oversized sweater.

“Alright, for starters, you’re not as boring as you think you are. What person would have climbed that no-trespassing fence with me without asking a single question?”

He’s just gloating at you now. Most people would absolutely do that with him.

“Literally, anyone would have done that with you.”

He waves you off.

“You like the same anime I like and the same music. You even knew of the band I was in during my senior year of high school!”

You nod, he’s got a point there.

“You’re not loud or constantly demanding attention. I like that you just kind of exist. Sometimes I just need to exist too, but people always expect more, you know?”

Hongjoong’s eyes trail off, landing on the darkening sky and seeking out the moon.

“When we hang out, I feel like there’s nothing we actually need to do in order to call it a date. You’re the only person I’ve continuously taken out. You’ve made it clear that you expect nothing from me.”

You nod, but tilt your head in question as your own eyes follow his gaze to the moon.

“So, it makes me want to give you everything.”

Unsure of if it’s the weed talking through him or if he meant what he just said, you still find yourself melting a bit at his voice when he says it. The words feel like they hold a lot of weight for him, and you didn’t even know that weight existed until now.

“Do you always say these types of things when the moon is in the right position, and the weed is dank as hell?”

He snorts, tucking his chin into his chest as he laughs before reaching out and swatting you on the shoulder.

“What I’m trying to get at here, because I know by now that you’re not going to pick up on any hints is that I kind of want this to be the last first date.”

You find yourself panicking at that, unsure of what the fuck that’s supposed to mean. Hongjoong instantly regrets his awful attempt at wording that. “Unmatched wit” his ass, he can genuinely say the dumbest shit in the most important situations.

“Wait–” He pauses, mouth falling slack as he visibly searches his brain for the correct words. “Okay, let me rephrase that.”

You wait, feeling relieved at his panic and the slow recovery of what he just said to you.

“What I meant by last first date, is like, um–” It’s lost on him again as you watch his eyes squint into a smile instead, the sparkle of his eyes matching the glints from his various earrings. “I’m trying to ask you to be my girlfriend, fuck.”

This. This is another reason why he likes you this much. Though he saw your eyes fall, and though he said what he needed to say incorrectly at first, you didn’t question him. You didn’t put words in his mouth or react in a way that wouldn’t allow his own recovery. His ability to talk to women right now is highly reduced, but his ability to talk to you is forever comfortable even when he fucks up. You let him fuck that up, and now you’re smiling at him and he can’t help but let his heart swell three times its original size.

“So,” he coughs, looking back to the moon and then back at you. “I guess we can’t have any more first dates if every time we see each other, we are technically, like, dating, right?”

You snort at his inability to string together a coherent sentence, knowing full well that both of you have the ability to navigate everyday conversations high. Given the fact that the two of you have been in public before pretending like you didn’t just hotbox his car. It’s just that, this isn’t an everyday conversation and you’d like to think that you probably sound like an idiot too. You’re somehow right there with him even if you feel like you’re on two different pages of two different books.

“You have a point,” you say, managing to fit his words into a sentence that makes sense in your brain. “Delivery could have been better though.”

The lighting on his cheekbones says enough about his own permanent smile matching yours. If you believed in fairytales, you’d genuinely think that the two of you are in your own little world with nothing but the moon and expensive ass weed.

“You’re supposed to say yes, by the way.” Hongjoong urges you, both of you kind of entering into a giggle fit because of the warmth spreading throughout your bodies.

You nod, agreeing that, yes, you’ll definitely be his girlfriend.

The first kiss with Hongjoong may have been the warmest you’ve ever felt. It was smooth, a little peckish, and overall quite sweet. Even over the weeks he had been taking you out, he never once kissed you or did little more than be some of the best company you could find yourself with. The first kiss taking place after making things official was something you weren’t used to.

And so, that first kiss on his balcony became a second kiss, and then a third and fourth, until the two of you moved into his living room to escape the breeze that had by then made your fingers cold. Fifth, sixth, seventh– and then finally, the eight kiss was one that could have meshed all of the kisses in your life into one. The first heated kiss.

His couch became more comfortable than it was when you first came here, especially now with him beside you, cradling your face and leaving gentle kisses all along your jawline before trailing back to your lips. He’s your boyfriend now and for some reason, you don’t feel yourself doubting why that is. He is proving to you right now how much he likes you, and you try to do the same for him. Your hazy eyes are unable to stay open for too long under the pressure of his lips fluttering all over your face, and you feel loved for the first time in a long time.

It didn’t feel awkward to reach up with your eyes closed to try and put your fingers in his hair, even when you accidentally knocked him on the cheek instead. It didn’t feel like an alarm went off when he tugged at you to pull you over him, leaning himself back on the couch and reaching blindly for the tv remote to avoid the silence in the room save for lips smacking.

For the first time with another person, you felt safe and at home when his hands were roaming your body.

Both jackets were already off, and your cold fingers warmed up in his as he would eventually intertwine his fingers with yours as he kissed you. It didn’t feel rushed, and maybe it was just because you both were in a lazy state of peaked high, but you can almost feel every single touch be amplified. You’d be lying if you said your entire body wasn’t tingling. More silent than it has ever been between the two of you, it still feels like it’s where you should be.

Hongjoong’s fingers in yours, his lips on yours, his tongue licking against yours, all of it is good. The sensations swam throughout your body to the point that you barely even notice that you’re turned on.

Is it too much on the…what was it, seventh date? Is it too much on the first night of being his girlfriend after your first and eighth or thirteenth kiss? His lips are curled into this permanent little smile that tells you otherwise. He’s the one who pulled you on top of him, he’s the one who hasn’t pushed because he somehow knew you were enjoying the steamy make out session too much to let it end here.

There’s no end goal at this moment with Hongjoong, nothing is telling you that you need to get off or get him off despite your body already tingling for it. There’s no rush with the man under you, with his moon-like eyes and messy dyed hair. He’s just as telling as he always has been, and without a word, you know that at this moment, he would take anything you give him and be perfectly content.

“I can see you thinking, you know,” Hongjoong whispers, his fingers tightening their grip between your own. “We can just do this, I’m perfectly fine with just this.”

You shake your head at him, squeezing his fingers and looking at him for a brief moment. Seeing him now like this, with his kissed lips and his hair just as messy as always, it hits you again that he’s yours. Not in a way that’s possessive, but like, he wants to be yours, and he wants you to be his.

Your eyes glance down to his lap, with his length sitting firmly between your legs and it makes your heart swell. Typically, men in this position would push you, pull you, and move you around on their arousal to try and get some sort of release but, not Hongjoong. He’s containing himself, assuring you that you don’t have to do anything more. Regardless of you sitting on his thighs, dangerously close to being able to please him this way.

“Do you want more, though?” You ask him.

His eyes are half-lidded and looking up at you as you speak, glancing down to your lips again as if he already misses them. You can see his answer in the silence, his grip on your hand tightening as his brain malfunctions at the very idea of you being the one to ask. He wants more for the sake of having you, but he also wants more for the sake of pleasing you.

“Yeah?” You ask for confirmation of his silent answer, leaning down to kiss against the corner of his mouth before leaning back again.

He gives you a reassuring nod, his other hand snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him, onto his hardened length with a soft mewl at you.

“I do,” he whispers against your ear, nuzzling his nose against your neck and trying to prevent his hips from bucking up as you sit on him. “I can give you more, too.”

The way he says it to you with a soft rasp makes your stomach do flips, almost as if he’s pleading for you to let him, it makes your entire body tingle. Never has a man made you feel this way when you’re being intimate. You suppose Hongjoong is right though, from what he said before, about how almost every date appears to be the first one with the number of new things you learn about each other.

You don’t need to respond to him though, because almost immediately after those words you turn your face slightly to kiss his temple, and he instantly releases your hand and puts it on the other side of your waist. Practically caging you against him as he holds you in place and dips back in to kiss you.

Within that kiss, you can hear his need. Throaty groans as he presses his length against you. Only the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric can be heard but it’s kind of a pretty sound. His weathered sweater feels warm when you tangle your fingers into the loosened fringe along his neck like, trying to work your hips to match his within this tight hug.

By the time he notices that you’re moving your hips on him, his grip loosens and he pulls back from the kiss, watching you pull yourself up and planting your arms on his shoulders to actually grind against him.

He runs his hands up and down your waist at this point, eyes watching the way you work yourself against him with a deep and burning fondness. He appears to be in awe, a crooked smirk appearing on his softened and kissed lips.

“You know,” Hongjoong chuckles softly, closing one eye and focusing on the feeling of the dry drag against him.. “It might just be because I’m high but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good with denim practically rubbing me raw–”

Your hips stop, and you try to ignore the fact that on any other day, those words would have absolutely ruined the mood, but for some reason, it doesn’t. You let out a breathy laugh, falling forward and laughing against his neck. The moon must be in the right position or something tonight, because everything does feel insanely good. Then again, maybe it’s just that he’s in the right position, or maybe it’s just you.

“Why would you–” You cut yourself off as you laugh, breathing in the scent of him once more before leaning back and backing off of his lap slightly. The look he gives you is nothing but fond and it kind of makes you feel more dazed than you already do. “Let's take them off then?”

Hongjoong gives you a polite nod, his hands releasing you but still chasing your warmth as you pull yourself off of him and wait for him to remove his pants.

He’s quick with it, of course, and you take it another step further to take yours off too, not looking him in the eye as you do it. Almost to hope that he doesn’t see you do it, to hope that he won’t think about it, or smile at it, or make a comment on it.

Thankfully, he doesn’t and when you sit back on his lap, feeling his bare legs against yours and noting how fucking warm his skin is, all you can do is pretend like feeling someone else’s skin against yours is supposed to feel fleeting like this.

Your panties sit against his boxers now, and his warmth seeps through you so fast that you want to feel more. See more, touch more, kiss more, love more. You don’t hesitate to loop your fingers into a particularly big rip on his sweater and tug on it.

“This too?” He tilts his head, his own hand fiddling with the same rip that your fingers are intertwined with, and then looks away shyly..

All you can do is feel yourself spiraling further into the feeling of being with him. He’s got one strand of hair standing stiffly too, probably from the static of the couch rubbing against it, but it’s cute. It’s attractive, everything about him is attractive.

His eyes continue to avoid your eyes when he lifts his sweater off of him, shivering at the cool apartment air hitting his skin all over rather than just through those rips and tears. You take note, especially when he does look at you and pulls you down into a kiss again as quickly as he can. He’s not letting you see him like this, bare from the waist up and almost from the waist down.

The two of you must have been one soul at one point because you know what he’s doing and never have you had to be the one on the other side of this situation. Usually, you’re the one hiding when it feels overwhelming, you’re the one imagining that the person with you would be searching for imperfections. You pull back from his kiss, looking into his eyes before glancing down at his bare chest and stomach.

“You’re being shy,” You comment, leaning down to plant a kiss on his collarbone before looking back at him and tilting your head. “You’re never shy.”

You work up the confidence in yourself now, lifting your shirt off and doing your best not to immediately mimic what he’s already done. Meaning, you don’t hide your exposed skin and instead, you try to sit proudly on top of him.

Hongjoong just watches, his lips falling slack at your bareness with a relieved sigh.

“How can I not be shy right now?” he smiles, leaning himself up this time and kissing against the plush flesh of your breast.

You sigh at the feeling of his lips against your chest, fingers automatically finding their way into his hair as you focus on the feeling. The emotion of it all sends you into overdrive because really? Everything about Hongjoong is loud, and you’re making him shy?

The goosebumps continuously rise and fall as he works his lips across one breast to the other, up until his fingers are pushing the fabric of your bra to the side. He pulls back momentarily to look at them, eyes darting from one nipple to the other before looking up at your face.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” Hongjoong admits, dipping in and flicking one of your nipples with his tongue.

“Oh?” You ask, officially grinding your hips again on his lap, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers. The drag feels lighter now that there’s not much fabric preventing the feeling. “For how long?”

“Third date,” he admits, trailing back to the other breast and sucking just next to your nipple, his other hand easily stimulating the one he just neglected. “Didn’t want to rush with you though, I’m always rushing.”

You hum at his words, feeling special. All he makes you feel is special. And when he finally releases your chest from his mouth and falls back against the couch, even the way he looks at you confirms that your feelings about this aren’t unfounded.

You put more effort into your hips now, your mind spinning by this point at the way his touches are gentle. His chest rises and falls with each perfect drag up his length, small mewls of pleasure spilling from his lips every few seconds. Still, he just looks at you.

There’s really no rush here and the scary part about it is that you’re already so worked up that you wouldn’t mind a bit of rushing by this point.

More and more you move your hips, and more and more Hongjoong appears to lose his composure. His hands gripping at you, his eyes unable to stay on one part of your body for too long, his teeth showing as he bites his lip just to compose himself from making the next step– and then–

There it is. There he is, lunging forward and grabbing you, pulling you so close to him that your core is now seated directly on the head of his leaking cock. He moans at the pressure, kissing against your lips with so much passion that you wonder if he know’s how hot that was.

He’s lost in the moment and you can’t help but love it. With the way one of his hands holds your cheek as he kisses you and the other finds itself against your ass to push and pull you on his lap. At this point, you wonder if he could get off this way. With the way he’s acting, you think he could. Easily.

“Hongjoong,” You manage to gasp during the short breath between his frantic kiss. “We can–”

You’re cut off by him kissing you again, his hand guiding you down and forward on his length in a way that tells you he’s listening. He’s imagining what you’re about to say.

“We can,” He groans in an answer to your unfinished question, taking in a deep breath when he pulls back from the kiss and looking down to see the head of his cock occasionally peeking from the waistband of his boxers. “Just tell me what you want.”

Words escape you in that moment, so you use your body instead. Scooting back and almost taking the boxers with you you see a glimpse of his length. Heavy, leaking, twitching at the loss of your weight against it. You stare, wanting to devour this man whole at that moment but you hold back. You can give him head another time, honestly. After spending so long making out, grinding, and him playing with your breasts? You’re kind of ready to rush. Even just for a moment.

He watches your hands as they lower the boxers further, pulling them down until you can tuck them under your thighs to hold them in place. There, you just look at his cock and he just looks at you.

After a few seconds, you glance at him with shy eyes, blinking in a way to try and hide your blatant lust for what’s between his legs. He might believe that seeing you look at him this way is the best thing he’s ever experienced. His cock twitches unintentionally when he notices your blown pupils, especially when his eyes trail down. Now that the seat of your panties isn’t grinding against him, he can see a glimpse of the darkened wet spot.

Now what to do? The two of you sitting here, horny out of your goddamn mind and the weed on top of it amplifying every touch, you can imagine that you both look like a pair of deer in headlights.

Hongjoong finishes what you started though, running his hand down your sides before grabbing himself and gently pumping once. You watch as he gathers the dripping pre-cum in his palm before smoothing it down his entire length while his eyes never leave the spot between your legs. Then he continues that, touching himself as you’re on him as if to tell you that he can finish himself off so you don’t have to.

Without really thinking, you find your own hand doing the same, sliding down your panties and the instant your fingers bump against your clit, you jolt and find yourself letting out a soft and pained moan at the sensitivity.

“That–” Hongjoong takes in a sharp breath at the sound, squeezing the base of his cock with his hand and closing his eyes. “sounded so fucking pretty.”

It wasn’t intentional and for a brief moment, you felt embarrassed by the sound. Once again though, Hongjoong pulls that confidence out of you like it’s what he was born to do. At this point though, your legs feel like jelly after being spread on top of him for so long and you think he can tell.

“Mm, let’s move,” He comments, releasing his cock and tapping you with the other hand to stand up. “Lay back, I'll do the rest.”

He gently instructs you, grabbing a pillow and placing it at the end of the couch for your head to lay against. You do so without question, both your legs and heart are weak at seeing him like this.

“There, better?” He asks after you lay back. He leans over your side after a short nod from you and leaves a gentle kiss against your lips before placing his hand against your thigh. “Can I take these off?”

You nod, feeling him slip your panties down your legs before you watch him shimmy off his own boxers.

There, there it is. Both of you are entirely vulnerable to each other for the first time and you don’t feel a hint of wanting to stop. Not a worry, doubt, or insecurity can or will stop you at this moment.

He doesn’t let his eyes linger for too long at your exposed core just yet and instead he opts to place himself between your legs before leaning down and kissing you much like before. He can’t get enough of your lips if he’s being honest though.

You can feel the weight of his cock resting between your thigh and pussy and it does nothing more than make you want it more. You want him so bad by this point that you can’t really question how dumb you could sound actually asking for it.

“Can you, like–” Your words are lost on you when he pulls back with a small smile and a curious look.

“Do you want to?” He asks, despite knowing this is where the situation was headed.

You give a shy nod, reaching your hand down between the two of you and gripping him yourself for the first time.

He lets out a shaky breath with a laugh, humping his hips forward and into your hand intentionally when he does it.

“Fuck,” He seethes out. “Yeah, okay.” He sighs this time, without shame still fucking himself into your hand and showing a desperate need for what you’re asking for.

You can’t help but get lost in it. Your hand guided his cock down and against your clit for a brief moment of sensitive relief before releasing a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding when you position him at your entrance.

He pushes in without holding back, but he’s slow with it. The head of his cock sank into the warm and clenched walls causing a pleasant stretch. Both of you let out a moan at this, feeling him push in slowly, continuously, until he’s bottomed out and nuzzling against your ear.

“Sound so pretty when you moan,” he babbles against your ear, leaving wet and warm condensation from his breath there. “You could drive me insane like this.”

You moan again, not entirely for his pleasure but simply because it feels so good. His cock pulsing inside of you when you clench around him, his soft voice in your ear. Sensory overload has never felt so fucking euphoric to you.

“Like that, yeah.” Hongjoong rasps out this time, pulling his head back in time with his hips. Almost emptying you entirely before pushing back in with that same languid drag of his hips. His eyes are on you now though, arms at either side of your head as he works up a lazy kind of rhythm. One that offers a deep thrust each time.

You can’t help the sounds that fall from your lips, and you can’t help that your pussy is throbbing around him, and certainly, you can’t help that the feeling of one of his hands moving to your chest before dipping his head down and sucking against it makes you moan out a bit louder.

With each moan, he almost mimics you with his own. He’s riding off of the pleasure he’s giving to you. Then again, he’s always been fond of pretty sounds. Music is his passion but hearing you make such delicate sounds for him makes his head spin in all sorts of directions.

His thrusts become more pointed after a few minutes, fucking into you at a pace that feels equally as deep but more powerful now. Your hands grip at anything you can get ahold of, meaning, you grip him. His arms, his back, and then finally you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down.

His hips stutter at that before he grabs one of your legs and hikes it up and around his waist. This allows him to position himself slightly differently, fucking into you at an angle as his lips immediately fall to yours with a breathy laugh.

You can’t kiss him back this time though, with the new angle he’s driving into you causing his cock to bump repeatedly against a soft spot inside of you. Your mouth is left slack, releasing empty moans against his attempts to kiss you.

He takes intense note of it, keeping up his pace and falling in love with the way you react to this angle. His hands find purchase above your head and he leans back to watch you as he fucks into you.

“God,” He says slightly out of breath, dipping in briefly to kiss you on the forehead. “I’m going to come in about five seconds if you keep doing this.”

Your eyes roll back slightly at his words and instantly you’re shoving your hand between the two of you to push yourself over the edge. He swats your hand away though, still fucking into you all while intertwining his fingers with yours and using his other hand to do the work for you.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” He says, rubbing his fingers in harsh circles around your sensitive clit. “Let me take care of you,” he adds in a huff, his hips becoming more frantic each time he feels your pussy tense around him.

Just like that, you’re releasing in waves with trembling legs. To the point that you throw your other leg around his waist and essentially push him into you with such force that he can’t even thrust anymore. You hold him there, riding out your high and struggling to comprehend the fact that this man isn’t always attached to you like this.

He lays there, his head forced into the crook of your neck as he feels you come around him, clenching him so tightly that he can’t really help it either. Your warm and wet pussy is absolutely soaking him and all he can do is let it. All he can do is feel it, to the point that he’s driven over the edge too.

Even when you release your death grip hug, he stays in place, nuzzling further against your neck with choked moans and tight presses of his hips. He’s trying to drive his cock deeper than it can go as he releases it, the feeling too good for him to think straight. You run your fingers through his hair as he does it, trailing your fingernails down to his neck and across his back.

You can feel the goosebumps on his skin under your fingers, and when his body finally goes limp on top of you, all you can do is continue that motion. Scratching, rubbing, soothing him through both of your post-orgasm brain fog.

Becoming Hongjoong’s girlfriend was something that should have been expected if you’re being honest. It should be a normal relationship, with normal arguments, and normal sex. Except it’s not.

The relationship is anything but normal but you’d like to say you prefer it this way. With the late night dates to empty parking lots just to be outside of your own spaces, the gas station runs where the two of you need to buy every snack known to man to satiate your munchies. The repeat tv shows playing on his television because you never quite catch what happened in episode six despite watching in four times. To be fair, episode six always comes on when you’re almost entirely wrapped up with your boyfriend.

His hands are always stained with hair dye because he can’t be bothered to wear gloves, your hands are stained with hair dye too because you can’t not run your fingers through it when he’s between your legs. He’s always adding color to your life, be it literally or emotionally.

There’s something strange about the way he balances you. In public with him, all attention is on his ripped clothes and shining piercings and a quirk of the brow always comes when they see you holding his hand.

You kind of like the attention these days though.

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mucherbuncher · 3 months

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Daryl x Reader

daryl x reader fic

requested by my mutual

this is my first time actually writing a one shot on tumblr and honestly i’m so exited. i’m still tryna figure out this app bc i literally downloaded it feb. 7th so plz forgive me i’m just a girl. also ignore that none of the “i”s are capitalized i really don’t care.

HOW DO YALL CHECK THAT WORD COUNT??

no warnings other than talking about eating sun disgusting ass food

if i do a part two there’ll be sm!t 🫣

I drew into the dirt absentmindedly with my fingers, bored out of my goddamn mind while Daryl cooks a snake over the fire. I didn’t look at it, because as queasy as i already was from hunger i wasn’t gonna make it worse. I had already eaten a few worms yesterday, something i’d never thought i would’ve done. To be honest, it was Daryl’s idea.

I had been doing everything to stay by his side after the prison fell, including silently obeying him and following him around like a lost puppy. I probably could survive on my own, but having someone by my side made it way easier. I got lucky being stuck with him, at least in the survival sense. Emotionally, or even socially, he was on airplane mode. He barely spoke, barely even looked at me. I didn’t mind it so much for a day or two, but it’s about to be day four. I couldn’t take it anymore.

He used his dirty knife to cut the snake in half, then peeled the skin off. It sorta reminded me of those giant gummy worms that you could get at a candy store, except pink and charred with visible bones.

“Here.” He reached across the small fire to hand me it. I looked up in disgust, hesitantly reaching out to eat the… thing.

It was chewy, like a well done steak. It didn’t taste like that though. It tasted pretty earthy, almost like a bug or something. The closest thing i can compare it too was grasshopper flavored fish. Wow, so appetizing.

I ate my entire half, and ripping off a small piece of rib bone from the spine to clean my teeth. I stared into the fire, like Daryl did. I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth, unfortunately only spreading more dirt onto my face. Daryl looked about the same.

“What are we doing?” I blurted out, my voice a little hoarse from not talking all day.

Daryl looked up from the fire, staring at me blankly. His eyes practically glowed that pretty steel blue color, and I already felt slightly unnerved from his stare.

“Are we even gonna try to look for anyone, or are we just gonna keep running everyday?” I continued on, my voice growing stronger as I felt more emotions setting in.

“No point.” He grunted after a few seconds of silence.

“But there is. We need the rest of the group, they could all be still alive, together, maybe.”

“Look around, do ya see anyone waitin for us?” He spat, his voice getting a little louder.

“Your a tracker, so track.” I hissed, my eyes narrowed as i felt more and more frustrated with this man.

“Fine. Get yer ass up.” Before I could even think or retort back, He grabbed his crossbow and started kicking dirt into our little fire.

“Daryl, it’s dark…” I muttered, suddenly feeling small at the way he’s acting so pissed.

“This whatchu want, right?” He grabs my arm and yanks me upwards, and I stumble a little before tearing my arm back.

“Stop. Stop it right now.” I stare into his eyes, clenching my jaw a little in anger.

He starts pacing, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He’s trying to hide his face from me.

“There ain’t no point… what if- what if they’re all gone? I can’t… i won’t…” He wipes his eyes with the back of his arm, and i realize, he’s fucking crying. I can handle children crying, even other girls. But when a grown man cries… it makes me want to start sobbing.

My heart sinks and i feel an awful twinge in my stomach. I shouldn’t have pushed him. Fuck me…

“Hey…” My mouth has gone dry, i’m not totally sure what to do here. With the fire gone, and only the moonlight to allow me to see his face, im struggling.

“S’ not… I don’t know what to do.” He chokes a little, and that was my final straw. I pull him in towards me, grabbing his huge tan arms gently. I take the back of his head and put it against my neck, rubbing his back gently. His hands fall limply at his sides as he gives up.

“S’ gonna be alright. We can start lookin tomorrow, alright? You’ve got me. I’m here.” I speak softly and slowly as i reassure him. I’m hoping i’m saying all the right things. He wraps his arms around my waist tightly, restricting my breathing a little.

I hold him there for a long time, rubbing his back slowly as he silent cries into my shoulder. It felt right, comforting him. I was good at it. He needed this badly, and i hoped my optimism would rub off on him.

I pull his head off my shoulder, cupping his face in my hands. They look tiny here, holding him like this. I wipe some of the tears off his pretty face with my thumbs. His eyes bore into the ground, not meeting mine. I knew he felt embarrassed, but it was just the two of us. I wasn’t going to tell a single soul, nobody could make me spill his secrets even through torture.

I brush away some of his greasy brown hair, kissing his forehead gently. His eyes snapped up to meet mine. Shit… was that too much? I force myself to keep a calm expression, gazing at his puffy red eyes.

“M’ gonna start the fire again, okay?” I say gently. He nods, taking a step back and sitting down on the ground.

I fumble the lighter a little in my hands as i grab the kindling, and a small flame peeks through. i slowly start adding more fuel, until a steady flame is going. I scoot back to sit next to Daryl again, gently guiding his body down until his head is resting on my lap.

“C’mere.”

His huge body weighs down on my thigh, but I honestly didn’t care at all. I brushed my fingers through his messy hair, careful to not tug on any knots as i did so. He looked sorta beautiful like this.

Wait what the fuck. My mind started racing. This man was easily forty years old, covered in dirt and sweat and walker blood. Id known him and treated him like a friend for nearly two years now, but now… I treated him as if he was glass. He probably felt like it, broken after standing strong against all the hardship he’s faced his whole life. I knew bits and pieces, how he depended on Merle since he couldn’t rely on his shitty dad. His mom has been gone since he was a child.

I needed to be here for him. He’s become my protector, but I, a young woman, cared for him in a way i hadn’t for anyone else in a long time.

His chest rose and fell peacefully, and I knew he was starting to fall asleep. There wasn’t much to protect us from the elements other than a small wool blanket we’d been sharing for the past few days. I grabbed my bag, and carefully moved his head off my thighs to rest on the bag instead. I stepped around his body and curled up against his chest, making myself little spoon. I grabbed his crossbow, curling that close to my body just in case. I felt his arm swing around me, pulling me just a bit closer than i already was.

“Ya okay here?” He asked, speaking softly into my ear.

“Mhm.” His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes, smiling just a little. What a funny man.

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tsumtsumrry · 9 months

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Hi!! Could you maybe write about subrry waiting for reader to come home crying cause there's a thunderstorm and he's scared of them. But reader had a really bad day and comes home and starts yelling at him. He cries even more and then reader realises that he's in subspace and comforts him during the thunderstorm, but Harry is a bit hesitant cause of how she just acted.

I desperately need subrry😫 im so obsessed with him, he just melts my heart🌸❤️‍🩹

hi hi. so sorry this took so long but i really do hope that you enjoy. i hope i helped your idea come to life 🤍🤍🤍

A hiss leaves his lips as he picks too deep into his fingernail for the sixth time. He sighs deeply and looks anxiously out the window. The storm outside only looks like it’s getting stronger and angrier as time goes on. The anxiety that’s bubbling in his stomach and settling in a deep pressure on top of his chest is causing him to fidget relentlessly.

Harry hates thunderstorms. Absolutely despises them. He hates it even more that you’re out on your own during one. He doesn’t know what he would do if something happened to you while you were out there.

He’s been feeling so small and helpless the entire day and he thinks he knows what it is, but he’s desperately hoping he’s wrong and trying to fight it off. You’re not here to take care of him and he knows all about the stressful week you’ve had. You barely have any time for him. You barely even have time for yourself. He understands and he’d never get upset at you for things that are beyond your control, but he can’t stop the feeling of the anxiety in his stomach.

A thunderclap nearly makes him jump out of his skin and he curses at himself internally when he feels tears sting at his eyes. He always feels bit stupid when he lets himself fall into these little “spells” as he calls them. It feels like his mind crawls into such a tiny space that only you can pull him out of. It certainly doesn’t make it any better that you’re the one he’s worried about and you’re not here to take care of him.

His eyes scan your front yard once more as he stares out the window helplessly. He exhales a shaky breath and as soon as the breath leaves him he knows that the sobs aren’t far. His hands start to shake in a way that he hates and his breaths quicken.

Warm tears flow down his cheeks freely as he sobs, he can’t bring himself to get away from the window, anxiously awaiting your return.

He can barely hear it over his heart pounding in his ears when you finally show up. Everything stops when he notices you though. It feels like his heart rate slows and then speeds up again when you step into the house, a vexed look on your face.

He scrambles up from where he was sitting, immediately rushing over to you with a shaky voice and hands, “are you alright? I was so worried—” he can barely make it through his sentence as he fights through sobs.

You’ve had a terrible day at work, every single person has found every single way to piss you off and you think you might explode if your mind and body are dealt any more stimulation right now.

You feel your headache flare at the tone of his voice and the way he begins to cling to you before you’ve even had a chance to take off your shoes. You try to gently pry him off you, but he insists on hanging on to you and crying like he hasn’t seen you in months.

The idea that he could be in a small headspace doesn’t even cross your mind, the only thing you can think about is how goddamn irritated you are.

It seemed like everything that could possibly go wrong in a day, went wrong today. With every turn you took, there was something there to screw you over. You woke up late this morning, the coffee machine apparently decided to break, the traffic was horrendous on the way to work and the way back, your boss was his usual pervy asshole self only ten times worse, and even your work friend called out and wasn’t there to lift your spirits. The worst part, though, is when you cut your hand. You’re incredibly squeamish with blood and you hate being injured. It makes it even worse that you were at work and couldn’t cry about it in the comfort of your own home.

Harry grabs your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it softly and mumbling about how much he missed you and needed you until he accidentally kisses over the open cut.

You hiss loudly and push yourself away from him, “Jesus christ, Harry.” You groan out loudly in very apparent frustration and Harry flinches back slightly, “that fucking hurt.”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry baby, what happe—” When he tries to reach for you again you step back and scoff to yourself.

“Would it kill you to leave me the fuck alone for two seconds? I work Harry. I have to go to work. It was shit and you’re sitting at home crying like some lost puppy while I’ve had one of the worst days–”

“Let me help–!”

“Damn it, Harry. Stop!” you don’t really register the volume and bite in your tone as you speak. Your stinging hand and bad mood have completely consumed your focus. You also don’t register the way Harry’s face drops and he stumbles back as if you just hit him.

“Please just–”

It’s when you shoot him a look that could literally kill, that he finally breaks. Tears pool in his eyes and it feels like his skull is throbbing at the way you’re pulling away from him. He just wants to help you, make you feel better, make you feel good. He needs to be close. He needs it more than anything right now.

“I’m sorry” he murmurs quietly, his head bowing down and his eyes trained to the floor. His train of thought is going to dark and self-deprecating places. He doesn’t deserve to take care of you, kiss you, touch you. He doesn’t even deserve to look at you right now.

“I’m so sorry, miss. I’m—I’ve been trying really hard all day to be good—” his voice breaks and he shakes his head to stop himself from speaking any further when you haven’t given him permission.

Your heart drops. When he mumbles out your title it’s like a wave of complete understanding hit you. It’s followed by a wave of guilt. Heart-wrenching guilt consumes your body as you watch him take deep, troubled breaths and his lips trembling to keep himself from crying, most likely in hopes that he doesn’t upset you any further.

As your eyes flutter closed and you sigh, your head shakes in disappointment in yourself. You have a responsibility. A very important responsibility that’s vital to your relationship and how you two operate. You’re meant to take care of him. Your poor sweet baby boy has been here all day panicking, deep into his subspace, yearning for you to come home and make him feel loved and safe, only for you to snap at him the second he thought he’d finally get the care he desperately needed.

Your touch makes him jump as if he didn’t expect it. His eyes immediately shoot up to meet yours with a look akin to fear in them.

He’s scared. You’ve scared him.

“I’m so sorry, my baby. Why didn’t you tell me?” you coo at him, trying to keep your voice even and low to not startle him any further.

“Sorry? No no…” he mumbles. “I’m sorry. I was bein’ bad, wouldn’t listen. M’so sorry, miss. Are you going to puni–”

“No.” you speak so firmly that you soften your tone on the next words when you speak again, “I am not punishing you. There is nothing for me to punish you for. You did absolutely nothing wrong. I know how much the thunderstorms get to you. I should have been way more considerate and gentle with you. I made the mistake, not you, Harry.”

He looks at you quizzically, as if he thinks it’s a trick, but when your eyes soften, his follow suit. You sigh a breath of relief as his body starts to melt into your touch. He still feels a little stiff though. You know how sensitive your baby is and with the way you just acted, you're not surprised that he's cautious.

“Okay.” he nods slowly.

“Do you want to tell me what’s got you so worked up?” you offer, hoping that letting him open up and talk about it while you hold him will help him feel better, “c’mon let’s go sit on the couch.” You instruct after he nods.

He lays his head on your chest and lets you in on everything he’s been struggling with today. Your heart breaks more and more with every word but the way he’s clinging to you like you’re his lifeline is doing some work to mend it. You brush your hands through his hair and reassure him until he falls into a deep sleep.

Finally feeling safe, finally with you.

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demoiselettes · 1 year

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Hello sabitos wife 🥺

Im taking the opportunity for you saying I could request a Nemi :)

Possibly if you are willing to do it, I’d want some apologetic Nemi. Maybe the situation is that Sanemi became quite distant from the reader (female reader) due to him getting upset over the reader getting heavily injured from a battle.

He kinda freaks out at her for getting injured and calls her weak and she just crys so he leaves and he doesn’t talk to her for a bit.

If the end could be fluff that would be great :) sanemi becomes a lil lonely boy and he apologies and becomes a little soft bean to her 🥺 takes care of her and stuff :3

Thank you once again for being my Nemi supplier. Your a great writer and person. I wish you the best in life 💗

Midday

Pairing: Sanemi x reader

Category: angst to fluff

Warning(s)/note(s): fem! Reader, nemi can’t control that mouth of his

+Hiiiii tysm for the kind words, i hope you enjoy! 💕

Maybe in a small part of your mind, you’d been hoping Sanemi would coddle you, for a lack of better word, upon seeing the blood soaking through the bandages on your forehead. He’d been alerted of your little run-in with that lower moon which had, you admit shamefully, gotten the better of you and leaving you with nasty lacerations. Sanemi had been on a mission of his own, but your crow had come back squawking that he was on the way back to Kocho’s estate.

Your expectations were were drowned out by the slamming of the shoji door when he strode into the room. He was covered in blood, and he looked a disheveled mess but his expression stayed hostile even when he bent down to your height. For three heartbeats, he said nothing, taking in your state, the bloodied bandages on your arms, legs and the square shaped cloth patched to your right cheek.

“What were you thinking, taking on a lower moon?”

You were unable to hide your frown at that. “I was on a mission, all the back-up teams had been destroyed-“

“And you could have been fucking destroyed too. Do you realize that?” You didn’t like his tone; too slow, he sounded like he was trying to make you understand something far too simple, showing a toddler how to walk.

“I know, Sanemi, but i had to help. In our line of work-“

“Our line of work doesn’t suit you, [Name]. You should quit.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but nothing came out. You were far too incredulous at the turn this reunion was taking. You were hurting, both physically and emotionally and needed kind words, maybe soothing silences. You didn’t need your lover rebuking you for trying to save lives. Particularly when he saw no problem with slicing his arm open to lure in demons with his blood. It occurred to you in a small part of your mind, that his being inconsiderate was probably just his concern for you, and he was only having trouble wording it out. But you were egged by his implication.

“Let me get a word in edgeways.” You uttered through gritted teeth. He clicked his tongue and cast his gaze to the ground. “You can’t tell me to quit. I’ll quit when i want to. So i got some cuts, i’m a fucking demon slayer, Shinazugawa. How many of us have died fighting? It comes with the job.” You hadn’t meant to use his last name, and his head shot up when you pronounced it but you were too angry, shocked and betrayed to think straight. The pain that emanated from your wounds helped you not.

« Those who die are weak. The ones that don’t last long are the ones that don’t got much fight in them, that passed Final Selection out of goddamn luck and you’re one of them! And you’re not gonna last long! You think you’re strong enough to take on a Lower Moon after what, killing a couple scrawny demons? And who saved you? Fucking Tomioka. » he was breathing hard now, and his fist came down on the bed beside you, bouncing off the soft mattress. You were trained not to be bothered by such inconveniences, but silence befell the room and you watched Sanemi catch his breath, yourself swallowing thickly, adjusting the pain in your throat while you forced yourself not to cry.

Neither of you spoke for the longest time, and even the outside of the room seemed quiet. There was no longer the faint buzz of voices from the nurses, the patients. Had they heard your outburst? When Sanemi got up, it was only to turn and leave without so much as a word of apology to you, a sign of remorse.

Your life, which had never been a smooth current of water, became all the more difficult. Sanemi avoided you for the longest time, taking on more missions, training for longer periods of time. When he’d call it a day, he’d stay out of the room you both slept it, away from you, locked up in his dojo. Night was the hardest time, when there was only silence with neither of you facing each other.

You truly had no idea what this degeneration was coming from, surely he wouldn’t stop talking to you.. only because he thought you were weak? You’d told yourself to give him since you knew he had quite the anger issue, but it’s been too long.

The sky was dull and grey when you’d approached Sanemi, who was chugging water from a bamboo bottle. He’d discarded his uniform top and sweat beads were visible on his face, arms. His sword rested at his side on the engawa. He heard your sandals crunching the dirt path, and his eyes flickered towards you and stayed fix on you as you approach.

“I’m quitting,” you said in one big breath.

He frowned. “You’re quitting what?”

“The Corps. You’re right, i’m weak. If i quit, will you- will you stop being mad at me?” You voice cracked just a little and heat flared up in your cheeks. Arms slack, you gripped the sides of your kimono. For the longest time he stared at you with incredulity, his hand occasionally squeezing the bamboo.

“Hey- wait. You took this decision ‘cause you think i’m mad at you?”

“Aren’t you?” You shot back.

He seemed to hesitate, standing up. “No. Not mad. I could- i could never be. » he took a step towards you and placed a heavy hand on your head. He looked conflicted. « I’m not mad at you. »

You stared at him. « Then why have you been ignoring me? What’s with all the avoiding me bullshit? »

« Thought you might need some time after.. what happened the other day. I blew up. »

You snorted. « Yeah, but don’t you think it would’ve been better to talk to me? »

His eyes darted towards a nearby tree, which suddenly seemed a great deal interesting to him. « I didn’t know how to approach you. »

You laughed for the first time in days and the sensation was something like a wilting plant being given water. Caught in your mirth, you risked a glance at Sanemi to find him staring at you with incredulity, but his lips were twitching at the corners and he looked like he was stifling a laugh himself.

“You’re an idiot,” you breathed out.

His ears reddened. “Shut up. I didn’t fucking know what to start with- i’m sorry for being shitty?”

“That would’ve been nice.”

He pulled you into his embrace wordlessly, his chin resting on your head. “I’m sorry for being shitty.” He muttered. “And you don’t have to quit the Corps just ‘cause of me, you got your own life and decisions. I shouldn’t have interfered.”

“Yeah,” you let your hands rest on his chest, mindlessly tracing a scar. “Thanks for being concerned.”

His hold on you tightened by just a hint. “Don’t die on me.” His voice was still gruff, but there was something so weak with that sentence, like he was pleading you. Pleading you not to leave him, after he’s lost people he loved one too many times.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #nanako’s blues #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader fluff #sanemi x reader angst #sanemi x you #sanemi x y/n #sanemi x fem reader

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hemlocksandfoxgloves · 11 months

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Theo hasn’t celebrated his birthday since he was 8 and Liam makes him cry for celebrating it. Thing is, he doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He doesn’t throw him a big party. It’s just the two of them. And it’s the best birthday he’s had in a long time.

Of course Jenna does make a nice meal and gives Theo a vegan muffin with a candle, which makes him laugh.

Later, after everyone has gone to bed, Liam and Theo are watching a movie on the couch when Liam brings out one more surprise for him.

“Liam, I dont need any gifts. This is perfect right here.”

“Well, I’m not taking it back, so you might as well just take it.”

Theo doesn’t say anything as Liam quickly runs to the closet and retrieves something. It’s kind of big, but Liam tries to hide it behind his back. Theo looks at the wrapped case as Liam holds it in front of him. The wrapping paper had squirrels all over it and was quite hideous, but was totally all Liam. Theo stared at the package with wide eyes. He glances at Liam, who’s giving him his best puppy dog eyes. He can’t look at him or he’ll break.

“Are you… going to open it?”

“No,” he says tightly.

“Theo,” Liam whines.

“No, I can’t take it, Liam.”

Liam sighs. “Here,” he says as he tears the wrapping a little, splitting down a squirrel. He imagines it’s the same way his coyote tears through a small animal. Theo can see the top of the guitar case and the start of the company store name where Liam got the guitar and, no doubt, the leather case with it. Strings and Things, the musical shop off the corner by Sinema. Theo has been in there countless times, always wanting but never able to afford a new guitar. So he’s seen the price tags, and he knows there’s no way Liam could’ve afforded something like this. “I know you lost your old one when your dad…” Theo looks at Liam with slightly watery eyes. “Anyway, I just… I know how you loved to play, and it’s my fault you lost it anyway, so here.” Liam pushes it closer to Theo and Theo pushes it back. “Theo,” Liam exasperates. Huffing harshly, he pulls the wrapping off the rest of the way. He tears through the badly wrapped present and opens the case. The tears that had been so steadily collecting in Theo’s eyes fall and he sucks in a breath as he sees the guitar in plain view. The very guitar that he has stopped to look at every day at work.

Liam is freaking out. He thought this would make him happy, but all he was doing was making him cry.

“Do you not like it? I know it’s not like your old guitar, but the guy at the shop said it was one of a kind and that no other guitar plays like this one—” Liam stops rambling as he suddenly has his arms full of his coyote boyfriend. Theo sobs softly into his shoulder, his arms tight around him. “Theo im sorry. I thought you would like it. Ill take it back, okay?”

Theo shakes his head and looks at Liam. “Dont take it back.”

“But it made you cry.”

“Cause I'm happy you dumbass. I love you so goddamn much.”

Liam smiles, suddenly getting it. “I love you too.” He says before kissing Theo. The guitar lies forgotten till the next morning. Which is the best night of Liam Dunbar’s life. November 23rd is now his favorite day of the year.

#thiam #teen wolf #theo raeken #liam dunbar #fanfiction #i hear you're looking for an anchor verse

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cerise-angel · 7 months

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king!steve x reader

(angst because im about to break up :3) updates: i did not break up!

"hey, whats up? havent seen you the whole week?" you wanted to punch his face. but the thought of making a scene in front of all his friends was enough to tire you and discourage you from doing it. instead, you sighed, looking at him with tired eyes. Steve wasn't stupid, so you knew he saw right through you, knowing the eye bags were from crying and not only from not sleeping. He didn't say anything, just furrowed a brow waiting for an answer

"sorry. been a little tired lately, and you seemed quite busy the other day." your eyes trailed off, an effort to not let any tears show or fall. "so, I didn't want to bother you."

Steve scoffs before he can stop himself. He looks at you, and you look embarrassed, small on his eyes. He regrets it instantly. When you look back at him, you see his eyes much like yours, glistening and hurt.

"so you just been ignoring me?"

saying it like that made you feel stupid. but truly, you didn't know what to do. the last time you two talked, you were pretty much fighting for his attention with other dozen of people, and a goddamn card game. you felt small and weak, tugging at his shirt, trying to catch his attention to tell how you were feeling left out. Steve looked at you that night only to tell you to stop bothering, and you had to excuse yourself to cry in his bathroom. you felt like a child, water filling your eyes and unsteady breathing shaking your body. so you went home walking, unnoticed by him, sleeping with warm tears and a heavy blanket. when you , you felt a bitter taste on your mouth, especially when you saw his gaze break. You felt venomous. Powerful. Mean.

"i thought that maybe, for once, you would care and come to me, but i guess i was wrong." the mean remark came before you could stop yourself. a bitter taste flooded your mouth when you saw his gaze break. Steve fixed his eyes, gazing at you the way he would when his friends were around, like you were a kid, a menace to his own fun. his hands went to his hair, smoothing it out. his mouth opened slowly, brows furrowed and eyes glassy. "im late for class steve. and so are you."

steve stood by the hall, watching you to the nearest classroom. he laughed lazily, showing his friends that he did not care at all about your exchange. but he did. he was just to proud to show it.

#steve harrington #king!steve harrington #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #i hate men #i love him so much it fucking hurts me

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gildeddlily · 11 months

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BRAM IS HEEERE

MY LITTLE GUY MY LITTLE GUY FINALLY MY LITTLE GUY so cool and beautiful and gorgeous and pretty and handsome and perfect and stylish and strong and (afraid of the future)

like- hey. how are you. small talk is a priority yk (prison dazai is the animators' favourite, and fyodor is there, second place, silver medal, I'd like to eat them both and together)

and my favourite (the silliest, will probably have his fish eyes moment in the "you'll both die" panel. they're gonna turn something scary and fucking cool in a fish eyes shot)

im laughing. like almost crying. THEY'RE SO SILLY the edits are gonna be so good im already shouting

...alr. I love Fukuzawa, and he'll have more screentime this season and it's perfect. and Fukuchi's there (so happy they're gonna animate him more, he's so interesting and I love old men)

FINALLY AFTER YEARS I'VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR HIM THE REAL ONE IS HERE HE'S THE GODDAMN REASON I'M STILL HERE he's so beautiful, and I hope they'll give him the time and attention he deserves. and he'll be a phenomenon like Sigma, cause he's pretty, interesting and will probably have a beautiful voice (I hope. he deserves the most scrumptious voice of them all) and look at his hair. it's so pretty and long and I want him to eat me like a sandwich

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crushedsweets · 8 months

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back w more of my song analysis bs cause im studying music performance and it’s all I think about 😍 sorry this is so long. i have so many Thoughts

the chain by fleetwood mac is such a brian song. no big beat drop, just constant driving bass - shows determination, relentlessness. specifically the line “if you don’t love me now, you will never love me again” which i take to mean “after i do what im about to do i will become unlovable, so you if you don’t love me now then you will never be able to because i’ll be such an irredeemable person”

geyser by mitski is a really good song to describe nina’s relationship with Jeff. the way that the song starts off so slow, so quiet and thin, but then swells to a grand and full sound like how nina’s obsession started off so small but then grew to control her entire life. love the line “and hear the harmony only when it’s harming me”

a pearl by mitski and LJ (another mitski song cause she’s my fav artist ever) about his abandonment mmm. plus the slightly sinister sounding chords showing his evilification(?? yk what i mean. when he turned emo) ugh “you’re growing tired of me” and “i fell in love with a war and nobody told me it ended” so him

tongues and teeth by the cranes wives and EJ. this is SO his song. ALL of the lyrics r so incredibly him,, “my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear” plus the slightly manic instrumental, highlighting the panic he feels at potentially harming people he loves HLGKFJJDS.

also, for ur consideration, miss nothing by the pretty reckless x nat.

- anon 🌙

anon im kicking my feet. AGGHHGHG. ohh my god. yhou are using musical word that i do not comprehendn in the same way you may but wow do i love the way you describe it. very poetic i think. ill talk abt these.. and then mention a liil extra smth abt toby i thought when driving yesterday

the chain is yes very brian.... ugh... yeyah. yeah. 'after i do what im about to do' is so real. like being so very aware and conscious of your awful decisions and still going through with them. quite brian-like even under the whole complexities with hoody persona etc etc....

AND YEAH GEYSER TOO . the start of the song feels very like... idk if scary is right but its just very deep and could be quite unsettling.... nina longs for love. "i've turned down every hand thats beckoned for me to come" very pretty, fun, easy-going girl that could have plenty of suitors and yet she's still crawling towards this fucking beast of a man who is nothing good for her. "i will be the one you need" constantly warping herself for this man that wouldn't do shit for her, and she doesn't mind because she loves him in every single which way he is, and she loves how awful it is . and FUCKKKKK SHE NEEDS TO GET BETTER SHE NEEDS TO GET AWAY. she gets away dont worry. she gets over him. lots of crying and sobbing and screaming but she gets over it. its very hard to get over something awful when you crave awful

im not a huge lj fan (SCARED OF CLOWNS IM SORRY GUYS IK I KEEP HARPING ON ABOUT IT) but i loooove a pearl. "i fell in love with a war / nobody told me it ended" wow. ok. yeah. wow. jesus. rolling the pearl around looking for anything and everything that could soothe the ache of literal fucking abandonment while all you can do is wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and then its all too much and damn . :( damn ok.

IVE GORWN A MOUTH SO SHARP AND CRUEL IS LITERALLY SO PERFFECTLY EJ. FUCK. "I am not a vessel for your good intents" oh but he is sure a vessel for something demonic .... "abonded all your stupid dreams / about the girl i couldve been" HE HAD SOOO MANY FUCKING DREAAAMSSSS he wants to be a doctor he wanted to save lives he wanted a family he wanted a dog he wanted to see his little siblings grow up he wanted to take care of his elderly parents. and now all he can do is sit and be miserable because he is a monster and there is only so much he can do about it. damn. wow.

also yeah to the nat thing wow.

wow. yeah. goddamn.

AND ALSOOOOO OK LAST NIGHT I WAS DRIVING AND THIS SONG CAME ON

shit show by peter mcpoland i just keep thinking about toby. tbh ill find a way to twist any song into toby cuz i like him but yea. this is leaning more into the found family thing after losing his own and just seeing the way different people reflect his past and its gut wrenching but you know how he is. just a guy of sorts. he spends a lot of his time angry and wanting to isolate and self destruct and ruin everything around him . but he also spends a lot of his time desperate for normalcy, for respect, to be seen as a human fucking being and ah fugugh. im just imagining brian pulling him out to meet the owner of the farm near slenders forest and making him stand straight and telling the farmer 'he's a good kid, hard worker, strong. keep him around" (the hardworking strong part is true, at least) and toby's about to die cuz he's so stressed (this is shortly after all the fucking murder) but brian lightly slaps him on the back and he stands up straight and the farmer just shakes his hand and says smth nice abt 'got a good grip there' and and and guyyyyssss..... and holidays..are so hard for hhim.. and "i swear i'd see your faces staring up at me" ohh my goddd.... "I don't wanna drink alone today" man................... guys...... man......

#long post #🌙 anon #asks

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crueclown22 · 4 days

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for my lovely moot @robinsnest2111 <3 I couldn’t really figure out the buildup (and I kept getting annoyed at it) so we just jump right in lol

chose 19 because I love writing for it

“I told you,” Mick hisses, pulling Nikki’s hips down further, “I wasn’t arguing with you.”

“Fuck you.” Nikki spits out, feeling his legs shake. He bites back a gasp as Micks’ thrust hits especially hard, not being able to fight the urge to grind his hips down. He glances up, seeing a small smirk on Mick’s face.

“The fuck are you smiling at?” Nikki hisses, feeling another jolt of pleasure run through him. God, he was uncomfortably hot, his skin feeling like it was on fire. Goosebumps kept rising along his arms with every few thrusts, an uncomfortable pressure in his chest that made it hard to breathe.

“Just you.” Mick says, letting out his own shaky breath as he rests his hands on Nikki’s thighs. Nikki wants to bat his hands away, to shove him, to scream, to do anything as Mick digs his nails into him, scratching down them. The touch leaves red welts in its wake, something that Mick hopes is visible tomorrow. “You’re an asshole, you old fuck.” Nikki swallows, his hips jerking. He hated how much of reaction he was having to this, but fuck. He didn’t want to let Mick know that he was actually enjoying this. He wanted to hate it, he wanted to say that he hated him, but the way that Mick was thrusting into him, rolling his hips—

“Let me guess, you’re going to say that you don’t like it?” Mick asks, creating a new line of welts. He watches as Nikki shivers from it, his thighs shaking more intensely around him. One of his hands run up his thigh, gripping his hip gently. He could almost laugh as Nikki bucks up into the air.

“I don’t.” Nikki mutters, his brows furrowing. Fuck, he just needs Mick’s hand to run a little bit to the left, needs him to touch him, to—

“Then why are you riding me?” Mick asks, that hand that was just so close to the area that Nikki wanted touched running back to down to his thigh.

“I’m not.” Nikki hisses, closing his eyes tightly. He shifts a little to the left, having to bite his tongue to keep himself from crying out. Mick’s cock hits directly on his prostate, sending shockwaves throughout his body.

“I ain’t helping you.” Mick points out, leaning back. His hands rest on Nikki’s thighs, watching him as he bounces down onto his cock. It was one of his favorite things about moments like this; seeing Nikki so goddamn pissed at him at first, the anger melting away as he comes undone on his cock. Mick wasn’t even mad anymore, his own anger washing away by the time he bottomed out inside of Nikki.

A rush of panic goes over Nikki as he realizes the fucker was right; he was riding Mick, Mick’s hands staying on his shaking thighs. Shit, how long has he been doing this? Was that why he was smiling? God, did he seem needy? Well, he was needy, but fuck, he couldn’t let that show. He was supposed to be pissed, and he was. Pissed that Mick could make him feel like this, pissed that he fucking liked being in the position. He would never admit that, though, not even if he was being waterboarded. He couldn’t. Mick could never know that he picks fights on purpose sometimes, just so he could end up on top of him, filled to the brim as he swears at Mick, coming undone on his cock. By the end, he was always much more docile, allowing Mick to wipe him off, almost take care of him..

That was something else that always pissed him off; Mick wasn’t a touchy person. Those sweet passing touches were never enough, always making Nikki want more, crave more. Any type of touch that he got from Mick was overwhelming, wanting the feeling to stay forever. It couldn’t, though, and—

A small laugh from Mick breaks him out of his thoughts, his head suddenly fuzzy. He knew what the brain static meant; he was close to the edge, barely staying on the edge. He hadn’t even notices that he was bouncing faster than he’d been, slamming his hips down on Mick’s cock at an impressive speed. He knew for a fact that Mick was going to be sore as fuck tomorrow, making a note in his head to give him a massage the next day to help to relieve the ache. Mick doesn’t seem to mind, though, his head leaned back and his eyes slightly rolled as Nikki squeezes around him.

“C’mon,” Mick breathes out, moving to grab his hips and pull him down further, “You can do it.”

Nikki swallows, feeling his lungs constrict as he feels a sudden pool of warmth in his lower stomach, bouncing harder. Mick uses his grip on Nikki’s hips to shift him, feeling Nikki clench around him as he hits his prostate dead on. Nikki pants as he grinds down, the warmth in his stomach turning burning hot. “Mick-“ Nikki breathes out shakily, trying to grind down as fast as he could, needing more stimulation, needing just one more thing to topple over the edge—

“I know, I know.” Mick almost coos, giving a few thrusts before running his hand up to Nikki’s cock, giving it a few tugs.

The stimulation from the few tugs on his cock was what Nikki needed to topple over the edge, shaking violently as his orgasm rips through him. The way Nikki clenches around his cock send Mick over the edge, trying to get as deep as he could as he releases into Nikki. Nikki could sob as another wave of pleasure crashes over him, feeling the warmth from Mick’s cum deep inside of him. Mick just reaches over, tugging on Nikki’s cock with his own shaky hand.

Nikki’s vision slowly returns, feeling Mick give him a gentle squeeze on his hip. He turns to Mick, his entire body still shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. He pants, trying to catch his breath as he looks at Mick, who was trying to recover from his own climax. Nikki couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as he meets Mick’s eye, Mick returning a tired smile. They stay like that for a moment, until Mick groans, giving him a soft push on his hip.

“Get off of me.” Mick mumbles, reaching over to grab the cloth they kept on their nightstand. Nikki wants to bite back, give him attitude, to keep the argument going, but he just…didn’t. His eyes felt too heavy, his body moving slowly as he gets off of Mick. He feels empty as he collapses next to him on the bed, feeling Mick move to wipe him off.

“Sorry ‘bout your hips, man.” Nikki mumbles, feeling him wipe off the drying cum on both of their stomachs. He hadn’t even noticed it; he felt too blissed out to focus on anything else but Mick. “I’ll give you a massage or something tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Mick mumbles back, tossing the cloth away. He shifts slowly, laying down on his side to face Nikki.

“Sorry about being an ass.” Nikki says, almost sounding like he’s slurring. There was always a point after these moments that Nikki’s eyes just felt too heavy to keep open, his body feeling too heavy to move.

“You’re always an ass.” Mick points out, reaching down to grab one of the comforters and tossing it over Nikki.

“Fuck you,” Nikki mumbles, closing his eyes. They wouldn’t stay open, so…what use was it to fight it? He shifts slightly towards Mick, feeling the warmth envelop him from the blanket. “Yeah, fuck you too.” Mick mumbles, settling closer to Nikki. Nikki uses his last burst of energy to shift closer to him, draping an arm over his hips. Mick, surprisingly, doesn’t move it; instead, he places his hand just slightly to Nikki’s chest. The warmth from the touch allows Nikki to just…settle, with him drifting off to sleep, warm, safe….

Filled.

#TOOK LONG ENOUGH #“filled” lmao #didn’t know how to end it #hope you like it robin <3333 #my fics #writing #motley crue

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