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More of You | bfd!harry

there's a reference to his hair drying all curly after a shower so i had to use this image

Note: Can be read as standalone

Summary: Harry's at your place for a couple of days and you're enjoying having him all to yourself.

Word Count: 5.1k

Warning: 18+ only, smut, lying, cheating, age gap, breeding kink (you guys asked for the breeding kink and this one is full of it), fluff

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Harry convinced you to call off work the next morning. You were due to go in that afternoon but Mondays were slow anyway and tips were generally subpar when it was slow. Plus you rarely called off so once wouldn’t hurt anything.

He listened as you rolled over in bed and called your boss.

You made up an excuse about being sick to your stomach. And being sick as a server is a big no-no so your boss didn’t even put up a fight. He told you to feel better and then said he’d see you Wednesday because you already had Tuesday off. Two whole days with Harry uninterrupted sounded like heaven.

You sat up to place your phone back on your nightstand and intended on getting up to put a t-shirt on and make coffee but Harry lunged toward you and wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you back into the bed. His strong arms easily keeping you from getting up.

“Where are you going?” He said as he pushed you down and leaned over you, caging you in by putting his thigh over yours.

You laughed, “I was going to make coffee.”

“I think we should stay in bed for a while longer,” he spoke as he brought a hand up to your neck and then ducked down to kiss your lips.

And that pretty much had you melting into your mattress and feeling fuzzy and blurry with his lips against yours.

You pulled your arms around Harry’s back and felt the scratches you’d given him the night before. You helped him clean them because you’d done some damage.

“Harry you already fucked me,” you moaned as he began to lower his lips down your body.

He stopped the wet path of his lips down and looked up at you, “So? I have an appetite. You just do something to me, Y/n. Prepare yourself for two days of this.” And with that, he attached his mouth to your cunt and you yelped.

You woke up that morning and had hot quick morning sex. You got off so impossibly fast that Harry even had to question if you’d been faking it. But of course, you weren’t. It was just everything all at once. His love, his body, his words, his presence.

And now he wanted to take his time with you. Get you all worked up again and fuck you slowly, filling you up with everything he had to give you.

With your thighs wrapped around his head and Harry’s quick tongue at your clit you came for the second time that morning. But he felt you yanking at his hair and you were begging him to get inside of you again.

“Desperate for me again? Fuck I love that.” He moved up your body and you were writhing under him.

“Yes. Please, Harry. Fill me up full. I need it.”

Harry let out a soft laugh as he kissed each of your nipples. You hadn’t even had time to clean up after the last round because you’d called your boss. So you were still full with his come, which he could taste as he was eating you out.

“Does it really feel that good, baby? You know you’re already stuffed with my come right now. Right? You want more?”

Nodding your head you pulled at him impatiently, “Need more. Want to carry your babies and drip with your come every day all day long.”

Harry groaned. Your sex drive matched his libido perfectly. He loved it. How much you enjoyed having sex. How slick you got and how fertile you were. It all fed into his primal kink to breed. You might have been on birth control but he could have fun with it. He knew you were dirty and enjoyed it too.

He plunged into your hole, pushing his previous orgasm deeper inside of you. The wet squelches were sloppy and obscene. You were so incredibly wet and still dripping with him that it made things even messier. He sat back onto his haunches and slowly thrust into you, pulling back and plunging in until his pubic hair dipped into your messy, wet pussy.

Your legs were spread apart wide as you looked up at him. Harry was honed in on where his cock was spreading you apart. You moaned at the feel of it. Everything was so wet and sticky. You knew it would be on your sheets.

“Fuck me just like that Harry. Deep, get it in there.” You panted your words. Harry was going deep but he wasn’t going hard.

Harry moaned and turned his gaze toward your pretty face, his hands at your hips, pulling you toward him on each thrust, “You just want to be my come hole? Get filled up over and over again?”

You could hear the desperation in his voice. He was already close to coming.

“Yes, sir. Need you to keep pumping your babies into me. Fuck your come into me, and then fill me again so it gets into my womb.”

“Shit, baby. So creamy…” Harry panted as he continued pulling you over his cock like you were a toy he needed to fuck down over himself. Your tits wobbled with each pull and he could hear how wet everything was. Messy. “Gonna breed you, baby. Make you a mommy, yeah? Keep draining my cock deep into your pussy until you’re fat with all my babies. That what you want?”

You cried out and nodded, “Yes! Oh my god… yes!”

Harry could feel his heart thundering in his chest. He’d never been able to do what he was doing right then. Back-to-back orgasms. Even when he was younger he needed to recover. He’d always had a high sex drive but his natural refractory period typically meant he needed some time in between. But god, with you? It was like you just pushed all his buttons exactly like he needed.

He moaned as his eyes roved your sexy form. A pretty thing and all his. Soft thighs shaking, tits wobbling, tummy getting fucked into, wet lips wide open with a fucked out smile… All his.

“Come in me, Harry. Please, sir. Come inside of me. Make me all yours…” you moaned. You were really getting into the breeding thing. Never had it appealed to you before Harry. And maybe the reasons you liked it so much with him were selfish. Because part of you would love to have him get you pregnant. Then he’d really be all yours. You knew Harry would do anything to take care of you and he’d forsake everyone for you. Just as you would for him.

Harry’s thumb landed on your clit and you wailed in ecstasy, throwing your head back as you grasped the tops of his thighs, “Yesss!”

He watched you arch and tremble and felt your pussy fluttering around him so he kept at what he was doing. He could tell you were near your end.

“Gonna come on my cock? Milk me of everything I’ve got? Selfish little thing wants all my come inside of her pussy doesn’t she?”

You groaned lowly and sputtered out a cry. You were actually crying. You had tears on your face but it wasn’t because you didn’t like what was happening. It was because you liked it too much. “Want it all. Want all your come inside of me. Only mine,” you babbled on about his come only being yours and how you needed it inside of you.

He closed his eyes for a moment to keep his thrusts steady because his view of your pussy taking him, creamy white arousal pushed down over the base of his cock, his come leaking out of your hole and down your ass… he was about to explode inside of you again.

“Fucking come then, baby. I’m gonna give you my come but I need to feel you coming first, honey. Come on, Y/n.”

You blubbered and cried and then you snapped. The loud wail that fell from your lungs had Harry taken aback. It was… loud. But he had little time to consider the kind of noises you two were making in your bedroom with your bed bouncing and creaking loudly and your high-pitched moans and yelps.

The moment you cried out as he felt you squeeze around him and your thigh muscles tightened he could feel you orgasming. He coughed out a loud groan and poured into you finally, pressing his hips against yours and rocking down into you so he could get his come inside of your guts and fill your walls with his sperm.

You both whined and cried, you much louder, but the overload of come inside of your pussy was like a small fountain. It dripped down your ass cheeks and soaked the bed under you. Harry had himself buried in so deep and had a hold of your hips so you couldn’t pull away, his balls snug against you as he pumped and pumped into you.

“Shit!” He groaned. He had come so hard that he saw specks in his vision and he felt lightheaded.

When he caught his breath he collapsed over you and felt your legs wrap around his low back, “Harry… oh my god. I love you so much.”

He smiled into the pillow and turned his head so his lips were at your ear, “I love you, baby.”

. . .

You were floaty and soft feeling after you’d had two orgasms. Harry was not feeling much different. He kept you close to him after. A short shower together to rinse off and touch and be together. Harry kissed your shoulders and your neck as you leaned your back into his chest under the stream of tepid water.

And in the kitchen with a breakfast of coffee and oatmeal, you teased him about the way his hair was drying in wild curls on top of his head, “You should really just do it like this, Harry. It’s so sexy,” you pushed your fingers into his hair.

He chuckled with a bite of food in his mouth and shook his head, as he watched you. When he’d swallowed his bite he pulled your hand from his hair and fit his fingers in between yours, “That is not going to happen. S’too messy.”

You shook your head, “I like it. It’s wild but it’s cute. Looks like you just had some really good sex.”

Harry pinched your thigh and pulled your chair right next to his before dragging you into his lap, your back hitting his chest with his mouth at your ear as he spoke, “My sex hair is only for you to see, baby.”

You grinned as you felt his hand grip your chin and turn your head so he could kiss your lips.

Harry’s phone rang suddenly and you quickly moved off his lap to let him up. He picked up his cell phone and looked at you before lifting the phone so you could see that Fae was calling him. A signal to keep quiet.

“Hey Fae,” Harry paced into the living room as he answered.

You busied yourself putting the bowls away but couldn’t help but hear his side of the conversation with his daughter.

“Okay… well, we haven’t even really discussed it yet so-“

He was silent for a moment as you rinsed the dishes but then heard him again, his tone was upset.

“Fae, listen to me,” he sighed and you watched as he walked in front of your couch, back and forth, “That’s not it. No.”

He laughed in frustration and then sat down, “I’m not home because it’s the middle of a work day, Fae.”

Harry leaned back into the couch and closed his eyes.

You knew she’d be talking to you about this soon. You imagined Fae called to find out what was going on with him and her mom. She’d want to vent to you. And all you could think about was how you’d navigate the lies.

“Sweetheart, this doesn’t change anything, okay? We just need some time.”

When he finally hung up you sat down next to him and waited for him to tell you what was said.

With his back still into the cushions he scooped your hand into his and brought it up to his chest, “She’s pissed at me. Asked if her mother was going to divorce me.”

You swallowed at the ‘D’ word. It was something you only allowed yourself to indulge in alone. You ran over all the scenarios in your head. It would be messy. Everyone would hate you but you’d have him in the end. And if that’s how it all wound up, that didn’t seem like the worst thing. No. The worst thing was to not end up with him after it all.

“Are you okay?” You asked, your body turned toward his.

He turned his head and looked at you with a smile, “I’m here with you so I’m okay. You make me happy, Y/n. I don’t know what’s going out outside of this but I know when I’m with you, I’m fine.”

You felt the same. Everything outside of your apartment was iffy and shaky. But inside, with Harry’s hands on you, his eyes on you, his voice, his existence connecting with yours… everything was fine.

With the TV on you and Harry curled into one another and watched whatever daytime television show was airing. The call from Fae had changed the air a bit. Harry didn’t want his daughter upset with him and you were on edge wondering when she’d be calling you to vent.

But you had him with you. He was at your apartment with you because that’s where he chose to go. And that had to mean something. Because you were sure his wife expected him to beg her to come back. That he’d be doing anything at all to win her back and explain himself and prove to her that nothing was going on. But he didn’t do that. Instead, he came to you that very night. Rather than going to his wife’s sister’s house to talk to her and smooth things out, he found his way to you and made love to you, and brought a bag so he could stay. Even if it would only be for a couple of nights it meant something.

And even though the air had changed, Harry still stayed within arm’s reach of you. At Lunchtime he had you sitting on the counter next to him while he made you sandwiches and then you sat together on your couch to eat.

“I brought something with me. For us,” Harry spoke in between his bites as he looked at you.

“What did you bring?”

He swallowed his bite and the look on his face told you that he needed to work up the nerve to say what he was about to, “Remember that toy I bought for you?”

You nodded. You did remember. The one that you told him to take with him when you were upset. The one his wife found in his study. There seemed to be a lot of negativity surrounding that toy so you could understand his hesitancy in bringing it up.

He scratched the back of his neck as he leaned forward to put his plate on your coffee table, “Was thinking we could test it out. If you want to.”

“Test it out?” You grinned and placed your empty plate down over Harry’s on your coffee table.

He raised his brows and shrugged, “Do you want to? Just to see?”

There was no way you’d say no to the man. Of course, you’d enjoy testing out a toy with him. You watched Harry connect it to charge and then you read over the instructions and Googled reviews.

The thing was mostly already charged when it arrived so after cleaning it off Harry brought you to your couch and laid the pink toy on your coffee table.

He stayed on the floor on his knees between your legs and pulled you down for a kiss, “You ready? Gonna get you worked up first and then we’ll see what that thing can do.”

Harry was already slipping your panties down your legs as he spoke. His lips against yours were soft and his hands gently spread your thighs further apart.

He pushed you back into your couch and began to peck wet kisses up your thighs and he had his hands holding your hips in place.

“Want you all wet first. Make it feel really good for you,” he spoke as moved his mouth upward to the space where your inner thighs were softest.

He sat back and pushed your t-shirt up over your tits and licked upward over your breasts until the air cooled them and your soft moans invited him to do more.

He planted his gaze on yours as he bent down and pulled at your thighs, causing your bum to slide off the edge of the couch so he could have access to your pussy.

And he put that access to good use.

He softly licked and kissed your clit and your labia, speaking filth in between as he went, “This little pussy is so pretty,” he puffed hot breath over your clit before softly tonguing at the hood, “and it’s all mine to fuck and lick and kiss. Can’t wait to see how she’s gonna look riding her new pink toy.”

You began to laugh at his “new pink toy” comment but it was cut off when he sucked your clit into his mouth with a slurp.

He lifted again with a grin, “She’s all wet now, look at that,” he thumbed at your crease and ran your glistening arousal over your clit before bringing it up so you could watch the spectacle of how wet you’d gotten for him so quickly. The string of arousal connected from his thumb to your cunt was broken as he moved his thumb up to your lips.

You wrapped your lips around his thick thumb and licked off your arousal.

“You ready to take it on a test drive now, baby?”

You laughed through your nose, “Why not?” You said with a grin.

Harry opened his phone and pulled up the app, selecting a pre-programmed setting for vibrations.

“Rub your clit for me,” he directed as he pressed the bulb to your entrance. It easily slid in with a gentle push and you moved your fingers from your clit when the little wand slid into place.

The moment he pushed play you felt the deep rumble inside. Now, you’d played with toys on your own before. You had a decent vibrator. But you knew this one could be used from his house on you while you were in your apartment.

“How’s it feel?” He asked as he looked from your pussy where the little pink antenna was sticking out to your eyes. He was still on the floor between your legs, his hands at your thighs to keep them apart.

You swallowed and nodded, “Yeah… uh… it feels good. Kind of like you’re fingering me with vibrations,” you giggled but then the programmed settings suddenly increased the thrumming inside and you gasped, widening your eyes. Oh yeah. That felt pretty good.

Harry watched you for a bit as you progressively got wetter. Having him right between your legs watching a toy rumble inside of you was quite odd. You’d never done anything like it before.

“Oh!” You yelped when the vibrations stuttered and stopped, started to life, and began to repeat in a pattern that you knew was hitting your g-spot, just like the booklet said it could. It was small but it definitely reached the spots it needed to.

Suddenly your phone began to ring.

You and Harry looked at one another for a moment before you lifted it to your ear quickly to get it over with.

It was Fae. Immediately she commented that she was surprised you’d picked up.

“Oh yeah, I called off today. Wasn’t feel very great. Just needed some rest. What’s up?”

You looked at Harry who had his eyes on you already.

Fae wanted to come over. She asked if she could stop by and you hated, loathed to lie to her.

“Maybe tomorrow afternoon I can meet you for lunch? Not today. I really am not feeling up to it.” You turned your face from the phone and gasped, dropping your mouth open as the vibrations were rattling your insides.

So, she told you about her father and her mother and how she was worried. Told you that her mother had left their home to stay with her sister and how Harry didn’t seem too concerned.

“I’m sure he cares, Fae. He loves you and your mother!” You hadn’t meant to speak so frantically at the end but the toy was still working inside of you.

“No! I’m okay! Sorry, I burnt myself. Can I call you back?” Again, your tone was too keyed up but you truly couldn’t help it as you panted, turning your mouth away from the receiver in hopes that Fae wouldn’t hear you.

It turned out that Fae was getting ready to head into the store to go to work. She had wanted to drop by on her way but you were in no position to allow that. Clearly.

You rushed off the phone as your chest heaved. You’d need to deal with the guilt of lying to her and brushing her off after.

Harry shook his head and grinned at you, “You okay?”

You nodded, “I think so. This thing is really good, though, Harry.”

It was. Once the pre-programmed selection started to pulse in heavy vibrations you grabbed Harry’s hands from your thighs and pulled him up to your mouth to kiss.

He laughed against your lips and used one of his hands to pull his pants down. You could tell he was stroking his cock as he kissed you but you, being the selfish girl you’d come to find out you were, you wanted him to come inside of you.

Pushing at his chest you reached down to pull the toy out, “Inside of me. I want your cock.”

Harry groaned and fumbled with his phone to turn off the vibrating toy and shut the app off. His cock hung heavy and angry as he turned back to you, getting to his knees and swiping his tip into your soaking wet crease, “You like my cock better than the new toy I bought you?”

His grin as he asked was cheeky. His cock was far larger and meatier. And it was attached to him. So of course you liked it more.

“God nothing compares to your cock, Mr. Styles. Now, fuck me.”

Harry shifted his head to the side and squinted at you, “Where are your manners?”

You bucked your hips up and pulled at his shirt, “Please, sir.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He smiled, keeping his eyes on yours as he pushed through your tight little entrance and moaned deeply, “That’s so good. God every time is better than the last,” his words were soft as he pulled back and slowly plunged in.

You couldn’t agree more. Every time you fucked it kept getting better. It was like you two were fusing and morphing into one. Like he knew all your spots and you knew all his. The connection was deep and more than physical. It was everything.

With his hands at your hips, keeping your pussy close to the edge of the couch Harry fucked into you as he kissed you hard. You’d gotten so wet, once again, that even the squeak of the couch couldn’t cover up the sound of your pussy getting fucked.

“Hear that? So juicy for me. You need this don’t you?” Harry pecked kisses down your jaw as he whispered into your skin.

“I need you, Harry. I always need you.”

The delicious rhythm Harry built had your tits bouncing and Harry’s balls swinging but it wasn’t enough. He was struggling with the angle. He pulled out and stood over you, taking your ankles into his hands, and pushed your feet up, pressing your thighs into your chest so you were folded nearly in half with your pussy exposed for him.

The initial plunge of his thick cock through your tight muscle had you whimpering and clawing for something to hold on to.

“Oh fuck!” Harry growled as he drove into you forcefully. The fit was tight and your grip on him, every inch he gave you, had his strong thighs shaking.

You loved it. Loved how thick and wide he felt, loved that he was already whimpering as he pounded you into the couch, loved that your pussy was doing that to him.

“You want my come, baby? Want me to fill you up again?”

You whined and nodded into your knee, which was pressed next to your face with how Harry was holding you down, “Please!”

You heard a moan from him and then felt him press onto your clit as he continued to plunge into you. He was breathing heavily. The angle was work for him. He had one foot on the floor and his other was on your couch as he fucked down into you, grinding himself in with a swivel of his hips every time he buried himself balls deep.

“Yeah? A greedy girl huh?” He panted, “Wants all my come in her tight hole. Wants to be filled up and fucked and bred, yeah?”

You grunted and felt tears roll down your face as you tried to relax into the position to let him completely take control of you and your body. With his fingers on your clit, your body naturally wanted to chase his movements and press into him further but he had you held down so tight you couldn’t move your limbs or your hips properly.

Harry’s cock massaged your inner walls with each tight thrust down into you. You felt every single bit of him filling you over and over again. His breaths were strangled and he began to groan loudly.

Suddenly he let go of your legs and kneed up to you on the couch, positioning himself over you and pulling your thighs over his hips as he rocked into you in a more intimate position so he could see your face and you could see his.

He looked down over you and brought a hand up to your face, “My pretty, baby. God, look at you,” he cooed as he gently placed his palm over your cheek, never ceasing the movements of his hips as he rocked into you.

You moaned, finally able to use your lungs and your voice properly, as you reached up and put your hands onto his face, “Harry, ohhh…” The feel of his pubic bone pressing into your clit at the new angle had you aching to come.

You watched him hover over you, fucking into you slower than he had been before. His face was flushed and you saw the veins in his neck strain as he gasped.

“Come in me. Please give me your come…” Your words came out broken and breathy but he understood you, keeping his eyes on yours.

“I will baby. Gonna give it to you again. Fertile pussy needs my come doesn’t she?”

Nodding you clenched around him and bucked your hips into his, “Yes!”

But Harry wasn’t going to just come like that. You knew he wouldn’t. He always wanted you to get yours first. His languid strokes, deep and meaningful, the drag of his hips into yours so you could feel him against your clit, the eye contact, his dirty words, “Be a good girl and come for me, baby. If you’re good I’ll stuff you full of my come again. Fuck it all into your tummy like you crave.”

You were already gasping and trembling with your heart thudding rapidly in your chest but his words pushed you over the edge. You panted and sucked in a sharp breath as your orgasm took over your limbs. Your head was spinning as you spasmed around his cock while he continued drilling into you with heavy, wet thrusts.

“Shit… just like that, baby. Good girl!” He coughed his words as he worked you through your ecstasy until his balls contracted and he began to come, letting your tight pussy milk him once again, drinking his come in until you were satisfied. Until he was properly drained, stuffed deep inside of you, panting and twitching as he dipped down to kiss you.

You wrapped your arms around him as he gently laid over you, his lips against yours. He smoothed a palm over your thigh and kept himself buried in your guts until you both parted for air and laughed together.

“God Harry… I can’t get enough of you,” you breathed your words, and Harry’s broad grin as he looked down at you was loving and full of something like joy.

“Good. Wouldn’t want you to feel like you’d had enough. I’ll keep giving until you decide you don’t want anymore.”

You tightened your thighs around him and shook your head, “Never gonna happen. Never gonna have enough. Always gonna want more of you.”

His pink lips quirked up on one side as he gazed over your hot face. You were sure you looked like hell. A sweaty mess, with ratty hair and no makeup.

But that wasn’t how Harry saw it. He looked at you and wondered what would have happened in his life if he’d have been born later, or you’d have been born earlier. Could you have fallen in love and started a family and then things would have been easier for you both? He looked at you and saw the prettiest girl, a smart and fun young woman that he was madly in love with, for better or for worse. He looked at your face and he felt nothing but peace and satisfaction when you looked back into his eyes. He hadn’t been so happy in a long time.

You pushed at him and laughed, “What? I look like I live on the streets don’t I?”

Harry shook his head and pressed his lips to yours before looking back down at you again, “No. You look like my love. My heart. Could use a brush, but you’re still gorgeous,” he laughed his words and you pushed at him again before he tackled you with his mouth and made your heart leap with adoration and affection and tender comfort. You couldn’t have been more at peace.

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fourmoony · 7 months

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james potter x f!reader

fluff. 1.4k

Summary: James, Sirius, and Remus are bested by Hope.

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James is standing in the middle of the chaos surrounding your living room.

You’re just short of thirty seconds through the front door – the majority of which you spent kicking off your shoes and setting them on the shoe rack – and already, you miss the inside of the potion’s lab. You’ve been there all day, daydreaming about being at home. But now. Now, you wish you’d stayed behind with Lily. She’s high maintenance, sure. She’s bossy and full on about it because she’s currently heading the Order’s potion’s labs all over the country – she’s stressed. But Lily Evans is nowhere near as high maintenance as your boyfriend and his friends.

This, you should have known.

Remus and Sirius are bickering loudly over the sound of Hope’s high-pitched screaming. Remus is holding Hope, arms outstretched and a concerned look on his face, like he’s hesitant to have her near her in her current state. He looks panicked. Sirius is trying to strong arm your daughter into a nappy, but she’s kicking her legs so violently that you know he has no hope. He mutters something at Remus, but his voice is cheery and soothing – you suppose in attempt to keep Hope from getting any more violent. Remus huffs and tries lifting your screaming baby up, then down, as if bouncing her. She only cries more.

There are crumpled nappies scattered across the floor and a small bag of what you assume is used wipes – you’re thankful that at least those have been disposed of in a clean way. The fire is roaring, covered by the grate, and the room is far too warm – even for the middle of January. There are bright coloured toys on every surface and a kid’s broom taking up space on the single armchair nearest the kitchen. There’re half drunken milk bottles on the coffee table and half a jar of mashed potato and gravy puree, the spoon of which is sitting on a coaster, still covered in mush.

James’ eyes snap up the minute he nears your shaky intake of breath, and everything stops. His hands are full of a mix of crumpled nappies and baby toys, and his eyes are wide. His hair is messier than usual, a clear sign that he’s been running his hands through it in a fit of stress.

“Hey,” James breathes.

Remus and Sirius have frozen like children with their hands caught in the cookie jar. You bypass your boyfriend, eyes narrowed at Remus, who turns from Sirius and thrusts Hope toward you. You take her and immediately, she quiets. You hold her to your chest, hand gently rubbing the back of her head. Remus and Sirius physically release, both letting out a deep breath. James closes his eyes, enjoys the silence for a moment.

“James, pick up the nappies. Outside bin,” You point at James, and he springs into action, nodding enthusiastically, “Remus, toys in the box,” You point to the pink box Sirius made Hope that rests to the right of the fireplace, “Sirius, wash the bottles, and bin the puree.”

The three men spring into action around you while you mentally thank Lily for being so bossy and rubbing off on you. Hope is making quiet noises against your collar bone, and you melt. She’s ten months now, crawling and babbling non-stop It’s been challenging, balancing your work in the potion’s lab with James’ order missions whilst still being able to spend time with Hope together. James is absolutely positive she’s defying nature and biology and growing too fast. But you don’t mind. You’re in constant awe of your daughter and all the milestones she makes. You’d never admit it, but you cried the first time she crawled.

“Hey, sweet girl.” You mumble, lips pressed to Hope’s head.

Her hair is growing fast and dark. There’s enough to put in pigtails, now. She doesn’t have any in today. Simply because James cannot comprehend the idea of a hair tie. Hope tilts her head, bright blue eyes no longer filled with tears, but with wonder. It’s been seven months of being her mum, and your breath still hitches every time she looks at you with that babied wonderment, with that unwavering love and trust. She’s so beautiful, a gift you wonder every day what you ever did to deserve.

“She’s been a moody little witch, today,” Remus comments, launching crinkle books and teddy bears into the pink trunk as he walks around the room.

“She’s teething, I think.” You tell him.

You shift hope in your arms and reach for her nappy bag that’s been abandoned by the doorway into the living room. She wriggles a little when you set her down onto the changing table under the window – the changing table James has said he’ll take upstairs a million times and never has – but settles when you start to hum softly. With a clean nappy and a fresh set of pyjamas, Hope is a different baby. She’s calm and quiet, pliant in your arms when you lift her again to cradle her. Her eyes blink slowly, tiny lips pouted.

James and Sirius return at the same time, the latter wiping down a fresh bottle with a tea towel, collecting any spillage. He turns it over, dropping a bit on his wrist before passing it over, “Perfect temperature.”

“Thanks,” You sit on the suite – now void of any and all toys – and hold the bottle to Hope’s lips.

She takes it greedily and you smile. James presses a kiss to your head before taking a seat beside you both. His hand rests on your thigh, his attention taken by your little girl. Sirius takes a seat on the floor in front of you both, a gentle finger running up and down the bottom of Hope’s foot. She wriggles, gives his hand a little kick and he laughs. Sirius has been obsessed with Hope since the minute he saw her. He’s the best uncle. He spoils Hope beyond belief and loves her as fiercely as you and James do.

Remus required a little convincing. He loves Hope. It’s obvious in the way he reads to her, in the soft voice he uses when he talks to her. But he’s hesitant. Sirius reckons it’s because he’s scared of hurting her with his heavy hands and lanky limbs. You know he never could. He’s sitting across the room, twirling the toy broom in his hands while he sits in the armchair.

“You better not have put her on that broom, Sirius.” You warn the boy at your feet.

He makes grabby hands for Hope now that she’s settled, and you pass her over gently before relaxing against James. Sirius stands slowly, carefully, and makes his way over to Remus, sitting down at his feet instead. They enter their own world, softly cooing at Hope and watching her as she drinks the milk. Remus runs a gentle hand over the top of her head, and another hand across Sirius’ shoulders. You smile.

“Today was hard,” James speaks quietly, fingers playing with yours on your lap.

“I can tell.” You tease.

James huffs a laugh, “I swear it wasn’t even that bad until like, twenty minutes before you got home.”

You know very well James would have tried to keep the house as tidy and calm as possible for as long as possible. He’s a good dad. He’s got a good touch with Hope. She settles with him every time. But he also gets overwhelmed easily.

You eye Sirius and Remus. They’re so calm. So, content.

“I hope they have this, one day.” You whisper, eyes looking up at James.

He’s as beautiful as the day you met him. But he’s older now. There’s stubble on his jaw, a result of his busy schedule. His eyes are a honey hazel that makes you melt, and he turns to look at you with so much love and adoration that you can’t do anything but lean forward and kiss him. His answer is delayed by the wide smile he gives you. But it comes with a faraway look that you assume is a yearning for Sirius and Remus to have everything they could ever dream of.

His fingertips brush up your arm, his warmth encompasses you. You feel content, willing to forget how horrible the world outside your home is.

“I hope so, too, baby.” He mumbles, lips pressed to the crown of your head.

Sirius laughs when Remus flinches because Hope grabs his index finger and hangs on for dear life. They share a smile a second later, and Sirius rests his head on Remus knee, both of them staring down at the beautiful little girl in Sirius’ arms.

“Love you.” You tell James.

He squeezes you, “Love you, too.”

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kookslastbutton · 9 months

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Wild Ride ༓ jjk (m) I Pt. I

✑ Summary: 1980s—the peak of heavy metal and rock 'n roll. Bassist Jeon Jungkook wants to get in front of the trend with his up and rising band but not without hitting up his bitchin' hot manager first.

Pairing: 80s heavy metal bassist!jungkook x music manager!reader

AU/genre: pwp, smut, fluff, crack, decades au, band au, rockstar au, co-workers2lovers, e2l, two part drabble series? (Maybe 3)

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 1,877

Warnings: soft dom!jungkook x switch!reader, slight begging, babygirl (but not in the overly sub way), f*ngering, penetration, d*rty talk, teasing, cussing, wall f*cking, orgasm denial, f*ing in maintence closet, talks about fantasies, kook has groupies, surprise ending 😇

A/N: okay the summary is not the best also contrary to name, the car isn't in this chapter sorry 👀 anyway, I cant shake 80s JJK bc well, you know why. This was fun to write and I hope you enjoy 💗

"Ah Jungkook—"

"Shh, take it easy babygirl." He brings a hand up to cradle your jaw while the other slips between your thighs, flushing your back against his much firmer chest. "Don't want anyone to find us here do we? Or, you, I should say."

His words are provocative. Jungkook knows you'd never want to be caught dead with him but here you are, naked in some random maintenance closet with him.

The only thing that can be seen in the tiny room is the hallway light peeking through the cracks of the door and the occasional shadow walking by.

Everything else is to be felt.

"Fuck you smell so good." His soft, pillow-like lips graze the shell of your ear and you shiver, skin covering in goosebumps.

Two of his slender fingers sink into your heat not three seconds later and you realize the smell he's talking about...is not your perfume.

You're soaking wet.

And it doesn't help that Jungkook loves nothing more than to drag his fingers inside you at a painstakingly slow pace.

The reason he does it?

Because everytime he pulls them out, your moans get longer and his fingers get warmer and stickier with your cum.

"Want another?" His smoky voice vibrates near your ear. You're repulsed by how hard your walls clamp down on his digits by it, nevertheless, you manage a nod.

Jungkook smirks and adds a third finger, stretching you even more.

"Oh, fuck—" your breath hitches at the intrusion.

Jungkook wishes he could see your face better; mouth open and eyes closed as he pumps his fingers into you. But the way the back of your head lazily falls against his shoulder gives him enough of a view to be satisfied.

His cock swells in his tight black jeans.

He's sure you can feel it too.

"Kook," you moan, "Faster, please."

You beg to have the cord inside you finally snap but he doesn't change his speed. He curls his fingers instead, sweeping a wave of simutaneous pleasure and frustration through your whole body.

"So it's Kook now? Wasn't expecting you to be so endearing, manager." He snickers. "Not ten minutes ago you were calling me a total pain in your ass. What's up with that I wonder..."

He moves his tatted hand from under your jaw to kneed one of your soft breasts. Your nipples excite under his touch, pebbling instantly.

"Shit!"

You cruse when his thumb decides to flick atop your nipple. Jungkook repeats the motion a few more times before giving it a small tug.

"Is it because you like it?" He seethes. "When I'm a pain in your ass?"

Your hips buck as his fingers start scissoring inside you.

It goes against all you've worked towards, all the contracts you've signed, and promises you've made to yourself, that you are shamelessly enjoying the bassist you manage to finger fuck you into oblivion.

You could blame it on the fact that you're overstressed and Jeon Jungkook just happens to be a willing party for your stress relief.

But no.

He's hot. Fucking hot.

When he gets on stage, he burns it up. His messy long hair gets messier, his sweat glistens under the massive strobe lights, and damn does he go through electric guitars the same way he shreds through his shirts.

You've had to tell him repeatedly to take it down a notch because the budget for a new guitar after every gig isn't looking that forgiving.

And the band he's with is only starting to become big so pinching pennies is still a must until they get a more steady following.

Still, Jeon Jungkook has no god.

He walks his own path.

The band also has a ton of groupies who constantly throw themselves at the members.

Jungkook in particular has one woman begging to have his babies.

But you, his manager, the most off-limits person, is the one he's most likely to be impregnating.

The worse part?

You don't hate the idea—fuck.

"I'll take your silence as a yes," Jungkook calls you back to the present, his fingers quickening their speed inside you.

"Oh god!" Your feel your legs turn to jelly, pussy throbbing as the knot in the pit of stomach teases to unwind. "I'm about five seconds from coming."

Jungkook takes this as his queue to circle the pad of his thumb on your clit.

"C'mon babygirl," he growls, "Come on my fingers so I can make you come even harder on my dick. Can't wait to feel you drench them both. So fucking sexy."

You release on his hand a few, short heavy pants later—the first orgasm of the night.

Jungkook slips his fingers out of you and cleans them off by sticking them in his mouth.

"What?" He notices your baffeled expression. "If you dont think I'm going to enjoy every bit of you, then this is going to be a very long night for you."

You swallow hard and he turns you completely around so your chest to chest.

You forgot he still had his clothes on, tight black jeans with an open button down shirt that allows every trace of his abs to be the focus of every wandering eye—yours in this case.

"By the way," Jungkook says. "You're the sweetest I've ever tasted."

He brings your face near his with both hands, pressing a deep kiss to your lips.

Your fingers intertwine in his shaggy ebony hair at the same time, granting his tounge entrance into your mouth.

You continue to messily makeout with Jungkook for a bit longer until you find yourself pushing yourself off him to drop to your knees.

Jugnkook watches you with darkened eyes as you fumble around with his belt buckles, anxious to yank the damned thing off.

"Need me to do it?"

"Nope."

You unfasten his belt and push his pants, along with his underwear down until he's able to kick them off himself.

When you pop back up, you grab the tie loosely knoted around his neck and pull it towards yourself. You then walk backwards until your back's pressed up against the wall.

The coolness of the surface against your bare skin would make you shiver if it weren't for the fact you're already sweating.

"I guess I wont be asking you how you want it," he says, gripping your hips with firm hands before setting them just below your ass. "I'm lifting you into it now m'kay?"

You nod and place your hands on his shoulders.

As soon as he lifts you into a strong hold, you wrap your legs around his waist the best you can and let his cock sink into you.

Yeah.

It's big—bigger than you expected.

And from your positon, you feel every curve, girth, and weight of it.

"Ah fuck-!" He groans when he bottoms out. "This might be one fast fuck babygirl. You feel so fucking good around me. Tell me when to move."

"You can move," you say. "Please, please Kook."

At your command, Jungkook starts fucking into you. He tries to go slow at first to let you get used to his size.

But with every thrust of his hips, every time his cock hit your g-spot, you were letting out moan after moan.

Sinful sounds that'd make anyone feral—especially Jungkook.

It didn't help that you were practically ripping his shirt as well, clawing at it like a wolverine. Made him rethink not getting completely undressed before starting this whole sex fest.

"Jungkook!"

You scream his name when he can't hold himself back anymore, pounding into you with a cause.

"Fuck.Fuck.Fuck." He moans. "Taking my cock so well babygirl. So wet and tight, shit. So much better than what I imagined!"

"You were-imagining- tthis?"

You're barely able to talk as his cock continues to beat into you, hands hotly gripping underneath your thighs.

You knew Jungkook was strong. He worked out the most out of all the members but fuck—you might as well be his rag doll by now.

And you're convinced if he wanted to put you in seven different positions right now, he could.

"Hell yeah I do...you don't even wanna know all the nasty shit I think about doing with you."

You don't ignore his choice of present tense and your eyes roll up at the thought of it.

Sure men fantasized....everyone does that.

But about you?

From within Jungkook's mind?

God you could come just from the thought.

"But none of them, shit," Jungkook's pants get louder, a sign he's getting closer to finishing. "None of them compare to this— this is real."

After this, he tells you to wrap your arms as tight as you can around him so you do. Jungkook proceeds to get you both to your release in mere minutes and countless moans later.

"Jungkook! Fuck, Jungkook!"

The way you scream his name ought to let anyone odd passerby know what you two are up to. Neither of you care at this point when your peak is so, so close.

"Gonna come Kook—Jungkook—Jungkook!—JUNGKOOK!"

He knows your close and its feeling hella good but the way your screaming his name is a lot less like pleasure and more like...

"Time to get off your ass Sleeping Beauty!"

He suddenly blinks his eyes open, rubbing them with his hands as a very blurry outline of you stands in front of him.

You don't look pleased with the way your eyes are like freshly sharpen spears towards him—still drop dead gorgeous though.

"Jungkook, did you hear me? You're on in five minutes! I spent months getting this gig for us so can you please get off this sofa, grab your guitar, and for the love of might button up your shirt! You're gonna have about twenty groupies on their knees, begging to have your babies or lick chocolate off your abs if you don't."

Jungkook remains stunned. Hating that what just happened was once again, another one of his lucid dreams.

"Oh also," you pipe before strutting back to meet the rest of the band. "We might be getting a new drummer. Kim Taehyung. Heard of him?"

Jungkook can only shake his head no.

"Me neither. But kid found us somehow and called me for an audition."

A/N: yup yup ☺ tysm for stopping by. Part 2 is Tae Tae and I will make a series masterlost soon. LMK your thoughts 💞

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eds6ngel · 9 months

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self care night ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

eddie munson x gn!reader

summary: you notice eddie's skin is a little neglected, so you give him a pamper!

warnings: gn!reader. pet names (sweets, sweetheart, angel). established relationship. swearing. no use of y/n. tooth-rotting fluff. mentions of eddie's tough school life. alcohol mentions. weed mentions. talks on legalising weed (bc i am passionate about it). love bombs bc eddie is a sweetheart. lots of kisses [2.4k].

“Eds, stay still!”

You currently had his head bent over the bathtub, massaging in the leave-in conditioner, giving your boyfriend the well-earned hair treatment he needed. But, the longer you pamper him, the more you come to realise why he’d never gotten this treatment in the past.

“My knees are uncomfy,” he whines, the only words leaving his mouth for the past fifteen minutes being constant complaints.

“I’m almost done honey, okay? It’s easier to get to your roots from this angle.”

After a few more minutes of massaging, you place a kiss on his cheek, “Okay, all done now.”

He groans, mumbling, “Thank God for that,” as he stands up, flicking his hair backwards so it lay correctly on his head. You turn your head to the side, hands behind your back as you give him a warm smile, looking like a lost puppy. Eddie furrows his eyebrows, smiling himself as he chuckles, “What?”

“Nothin’,” you cheerily reply, “You just look cute with your hair messy,” placing a quick kiss on his nose and grabbing his hand, dragging him back into the bedroom. You plop him down on his bed, him letting out an exaggerated “Oof!” as you grab the comb on his dresser.

Eddie notices how the handle appears much more shiny that the other times he had used it, the teeth rid of the clumps of curls. “Looks rather clean.”

You sit behind him on his bed, beginning to tackle the knots, them a lot more easier to comb through with the leave-in conditioner massaged into his scalp. “Mhm,” you hum in response, “Poor thing was covered in hair. Needed its own pamper.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong sweetheart. Just like me, the comb and I are extremely against pampering. We’d rather stay messy and gross.”

You scrunch up your nose, although he can’t see it, “Thought you were meant to be defying the stereotypes baby? Isn’t being messy adding to the ‘Trailer Trash’ label?”

You pat him on the shoulder, him knowing from routine that was a signal for him to turn around. He faces you, holding up a finger in detest, “Nope! I own my labels angel! So, if anything, I should conform to it.”

“Hmm,” you hum, “Pretty with your hair washed though…”

You purse your lips at him, to which he copies, squinting his eyes as you do the same. You had these little moments where you simply made faces at each other. It wasn’t mocking or insulting in any way, it was more endearing than anything. It was little moments like these that you loved oh so much.

Eddie lunges forward, grabbing your left cheek and littering kisses all up the right side of your face. You scream at the random gesture, although used to it. “Eddie!”

However, what he does next is the real annoyer. He leans back, shaking his head like a wet dog, your neat combing job now even messier than before. He knows what he did, giving you a toothy grin as you purse your lips, trying not to laugh at him. You sigh, shaking your head, “I hate you.”

He lets out the biggest gasp, putting a hand to his heart, “Hate me? I thought we had a love that would last forever.”

The giggle escapes your mouth as you reply, “You’re such a dork,” him leaning forward once again and mumbling, “I know,” lifting your chin up with his index finger, pressing a slow kiss to your lips.

“Are you gonna sit still for me now?” you ask, smiling brightly as he playfully rolls his eyes, “Yes, my liege.”

You quirk an eyebrow up, combing through the curls that frame his face, “I’m your liege now, huh?”

“Always have been. I’d do anything for you sweetheart,” he softly speaks, you mumbling out, “Sap,” in response. He wraps his arms around your waist, putting his head down in the crook of your shoulder so you can tackle the back of his head. He places a soft kiss there, whispering, “And proud.”

The rest of your combing job is spent in silence, the two of you basking in the simple domesticity. You loved it when Eddie went all out, taking you to the drive-in movie theatre, blasting out songs in his van at 3am, but something about this was special. It was mundane, but loving. That’s what a relationship is all about, right?”

“Okay,” you say, tackling the last knot situated at the bottom of his hair, “And we’re done.” However, Eddie doesn’t move, still laying against your shoulder. You move his damp hair, placing a few kisses behind his ear, whispering, “You okay there, baby?”

He kisses your neck in response, humming and mumbling, “Yeah… Just love you.”

You can’t help but blush at his words, even though he had said it a thousand times before. It was just something about him. You were proud to call him yours.

“I love you too. Need to get on with the face mask though. S’getting late.”

He groans, lifting himself up, taking an overdramatic deep breath as he opens his eyes, beautiful brown orbs, the colour of a small square of chocolate, staring back at you. His hair is now neatly styled, laying more flat on his head than usual, the curls not as bouncy as they once were. Less Kirk Hammett, like he aspires to be, and more Eddie Van Halen.

You get up off the bed, grabbing the green face mask and brush from your bag, the little luggage you brought with you for your night over laying on the floor by one of his many guitar amps.

You cross your legs, getting comfy in front of him as you screw off the lid. You place it to the side, whispering, “Close your eyes,” as you push his hair back with your white headband, the fluffy accessory sitting neatly atop his head. You attend to the face mask, dipping in the brush, the white bristles being overcoated with a sage green colour.

You swipe the liquid across his face, covering all of his pores and zits. You repeat your action: dip, brush, dip, brush, dip, brush. Eddie hums in content, “Smells nice. What’s in it?”

“It’s tea tree bubba. Helps clear up your pores. S’good for acne.”

You swipe once more across his forehead, leaning back and examining your work. You smile at him, soft eyes gazing into his soul as he admires your pureness, “Okay, all done. Now we have to wait ten minutes for it to dry.”

You screw the lid back on, heading to the bathroom to clean the brush. Meanwhile, Eddie has already picked up his acoustic guitar, strumming down the strings to make sure it was in tune.

You lean down to place your skincare belongings back in your bag, asking him, “Been working on anything sweets?”

“Just a ‘lil somethin’…” he replies, clipping the capo onto the second fret, “Still working on it though.”

You lie down on your front, heading leaning against the soft sheets as you legs swing back and forth. “Sure it sounds great.”

He plays you his tune, a more softer sound to what he normally forms, reminding you of ‘Fade to Black,’ a song which Eddie introduced you to. You simply lay there, basking in the way that his fingers pluck at the strings, his left hand moving up and down the fret board in a smooth motion. You loved how dedicated he was to his music, to the band. He even talked to you about pursing it full-time after high school, something you were very supportive of. You loved how passionate he was about it all.

He breathes out, “That’s what I’ve got so far… What do you think?”

You smile at him, “You know I always love what you create Eds. The real question is: do you think it sounds good?”

He drums his fingers against the underside of the guitar, “That’s what I can’t figure out sweets, I like the key, but the fingerpicking sounds off.”

“So it’s not a chord problem?”

He shakes his head, mumbling, “No… I don’t think so anyway.”

“Hmm…” you wonder, trying to think of suggestions with your limited musical knowledge, “How about this?” You hum him a tune, taking different turns that the ones his fingers took, him beginning to copy your humming on his guitar.

Once you stop, he picks up, playing the tune you had created. He puts his fingers over the fret, stopping his movements. He huffs, a slight frustration laced in his tone, “How are you better than me? I should’ve been the one to figure that out…”

He wasn’t jealous of you by any means, not at all. No, he was just annoyed in himself. Your boyfriend was very self-critical, no matter how much he tried to hide it behind the facade of owning his labels. He may have been comfortable in his freak identity, but he never overcame the self-doubt of being less smart than other people.

You maneuver yourself so you are sitting up to face him. You lean forward, cupping his cheeks and saying, “Sometimes you just need a little push. It’s okay to ask for help, you know.”

He scratches the back of his neck, sighing out, “I know, it’s just… Apart from Wayne, you’re one of the first people to ever actually help me. You know how the teachers are… I’m not a third time super-senior for nothin’…”

“S’because I care about you and the teachers don’t. You’re smarter than they think. Don’t ever think otherwise, m’kay?”

He purses his lips, pausing a little before eventually nodding. You tap his nose, looking at your index finger to see it come off clean. “It’s dry now,” you say with a smile, pecking his lips. “Sit on the bed for me. Let me bring in a pot of water. No need for you to move.”

He has no time to answer, your request practically a soft demand as he lays his guitar back down gently, shifting himself from the chair over to the bed.

You return with water in a small, grey pot, a similar-coloured flannel to support as you delicately place it on Eddie’s bed, careful not to spill any on his sheets. Although, you’d seen his mattress, it was ruined anyway from various different things, some you don’t even want to think about.

You soak the flannel in the water, letting it absorb the warmth before wringing it out, telling Eddie, “Close your eyes please.”

He follows your request, eyelids fluttering closed as you press the damp flannel to his skin, caringly wiping away the dried, green face mask. You hum once it’s all off, running back to the bathroom to tip away the water, Eddie barely getting chance to recognise your departure as he sees you shifting through your bag again.

Eddie blinks rapidly as you brings over many different bottles and tubs of products. “I need all of this?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, “I use all of these every night.”

“Seems like a lot of fuss.”

You shrug, “Suppose. But, it makes my skin smooth, so I’m not complaining.”

You take the cap off of the first product, “Okay, this is a toner. It gets rid of any last dirt you may have on your face.” You spritz it over, fanning it so it settles on his pale skin. “Also, it makes you stay younger for longer. But… you know me. I say embrace aging, you know?”

“I know you do,” he says, “Because you see beauty in everyone, and I love that about you.”

“Can’t help that humans are beautiful,” you giggle, Eddie’s heart melting at your words. You were just so pure.

“Okay, this is an eye cream. You apply it with your ring finger,” you demonstrate, scooping some of the cream up, “Prevents dryness. Makes your skin smooth.”

Eddie closes his eyes as you gently pat it under his eyes, rubbing it across as it absorbs into his skin.

You smile widely, “You look glowy already. Okay, night serum! This helps with your blemishes, calms them down a little.” You press the top of the pipette, letting the liquid flow down his cheeks, placing more on his forehead and chin. Using the ends of your fingers, you delicately massage it into his skin.

Eddie taps his own skin, grimacing, “Feels sticky.”

“Because you haven’t let it fully absorb yet!” you laugh, “Just one more thing. And I’m sure you’re gonna love it a lot.”

You reach behind you, dramatically holding the pot of cream in front of him. He takes it out of his hands, reading the label, “Weed cream?”

“Pretty much,” you giggle, “They label it ‘Hemp Cream,’ but we all know it comes from the same plant. So yes… weed cream.”

“Fuckin’ knew weed was good for you. The government sitting there telling everyone it’s bad for you, and they’re shoving it into skincare products.”

You scoop the cream up onto your fingers, rubbing it into Eddie’s skin as you explain, “They allow this because it’s non-psychoactive. Although, I have seen THC oil kicking around Hawkins stores for a long time. Stupid regulations.”

“Exactly sweetheart. Only allow it when it’s used by the conforming population…”

“Like alcohol,” you reply, Eddie nodding along with you. You’d had many conversations about how weed and alcohol had the same short-term and long-term effects, even arguing that weed had less of the two. The only difference you concluded was that everyone ‘normal’ consumed alcohol. Funny that the main group that smoked weed were Mexicans. You and Eddie knew they were hiding their racism.

“Okay, and… we are done!” you smile brightly, screwing the lid back on your pot of cream, “Go over to the mirror baby. Judge my craft.”

Eddie heads over to the mirror as you place your skincare items neatly back in your overnight bag. You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “How did I do?”

“Amazing, thank you,” he replies sweetly, lifting your hand up and giving it a tender kiss.

“S’getting late,” you remind him with a yawn, “Have school tomorrow.”

“Indeed we do. You ready to head to bed?”

You hum, getting into Eddie’s bed, snuggling under the silken sheets as he flicks off his bedroom light. Although you don’t see him, you feel the bed dip under his weight, his arm draping over your waist as he presses a kiss to your shoulder, “G’night.”

“Night baby.”

And as the two of you fall asleep, you drift off knowing both of your skins were well-cleansed and softly pampered. The perfect way to end a night.

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garoujo · 2 years

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・✶ ｡ﾟ you think that shinichiro might have a natural talent for eating pussy.

♱ warnings — f!reader, pussy eating, inexperienced!shin, it’s his first time <3

♱ note — yes i’m back w more shin content . i can’t help myself i’m sorry </3 hes 2 pretty !

“have you done this before?” you breathe and shinichiro blows out a slow breath that makes you tremble, his fingers squeezing at your drool-worthy thighs from where they’re tossed over his shoulders and spread for him.

“nah, first time. wanna make you feel good though.” his voice is carefully neutral, his tone carrying the same lazy drawl as always despite the edge of desperation that makes you burn.

but he feels his whole body shiver when you cast him a starry eyed look before your fingers are reaching down to split your folds, letting them part your lower lips so he can discover the warm slick that’s gathering between them.

this is all new territory for shinichiro, so his blown gaze stays trained on the way your fingers explore the intimate skin, sucking in a breath when he feels his cock throb with the twitch of your thighs when you brush over your puffy clit.

“this.. fuck, this is the clit.” you murmur, lips parting to whimper when you let the pad of your finger trail under the hood before he’s peering up at you through heavy eyes, and the way he watches your body melt so intoxicatingly makes it feel like his ears are ringing.

“so that’s y’re spot then, angel.” shinichiro drawls, desire heavy in the undercurrent of his voice that’s driven by the weight of his arousal, and it’s almost too fast how eagerly his mouth replaces your fingers.

he’s sure you had more to tell him, show him, but with the first press of his lips against the sensitive, puffy bud and the way you moan for him already has him too mindless to hold himself back any longer.

his calloused hands imitate your movements from earlier as he spreads your folds, bathing the bud in mindless licks and rolls with his tongue and he can feel the way your slick only seems to intensify—these are good signs, right? but fuck, he can’t look away when he watches you wiggle and twitch in time with his movements.

it’s like how he’d kiss you, shinichiro thinks as he remembers the articles in those womens magazines that wakasa and benkei always bought him as a joke, telling him he’d “need to know how to do it some day.” but with the way your fingers are twisting in his messy, dark hair now — he thinks he should really thank them next time he sees them when he gives your pussy another eager, messy lap with his tongue as he makes out with your cunt.

“fuck, those ‘re some pretty sounds.. that feel good? could get used t’ this.” the low tone of his voice sends blissful vibrations straight through your clit before he’s curling his tongue around your pussy, groaning when he feels the first greedy squeeze around the entrance to your walls that only feels like it’s luring him in.

shinichiro’s movements are clumsy but there’s something about the way he’s eagerly drinking you up, smacking and slurping at the first real taste of you as it drips down his cheeks that makes your abdomen tighten. he wants to eat, drink, breathe your pussy for the rest of his fucking life.

“shit, baby. dunno how i went so long without ya—been keepin’ this pretty pussy from me.. ‘m already fuckin’ addicted.” his words are too muffled from where he’s buried himself in you, he’s experimenting and driven by the way you’re crying for him — fingers twitching where they’re twisting in his hair and the searing pain only makes him feel dizzier, drunker on you.

but shinichiro’s efforts only seem to grow messier, feeling his tongue finally dip past into your walls to explore what’s hidden beneath, experimenting when he lets the muscle graze along the sensitive nerves — his nose grinding against your clit with every eager swipe as needy, breathless sounds fall from your lips.

he doesn’t think he ever wants to stop when he hears the first breathless croon of his name from your lips, mindless mantra’s about how you’re so close and he feels like he’s going to fucking pass out. you’re pulling at his hair, guiding him back and he knows what you want when he’s hooking his tongue around your clit once more, it feels firmer, more sensitive when he’s twisting and laving it over the bud as you meet his movements with eager, intoxicating humps.

“feels s-so good, shinny! gonna make me cum—ah!” god—you’re so fucking cute. “yeah, baby? gonna let me do this again for ya? y’taste too good.” shinichiro’s fingertips feel like they burn you when they squeeze into your skin.

he remembers your movements from earlier when he trails his tongue under the hood of your clit and closes his lips around it, suckling languidly as his eyes flutter closed in bliss when you rock yourself against his mouth, letting him bathe the bud in mindless licks and rolls with the wet muscle.

“that’s it, angel. n-need y’to cum on my face, can you do that for me?” he’s babbling and you’re trembling, hearing his own muffled moans against your cunt as bliss curls down your spine with every eager roll of your hips, chasing the twist of pleasure in your abdomen as your slick coats shinichiro’s cheeks and chin.

but then you finally stiffen, pulling him deeper into you when your orgasm suddenly rolls over you in waves and he only dives into you eagerly, groaning shamelessly at the first taste of your cream on his tongue as his eyes roll back. “holy fuckin’ shit, my baby tastes so good.”

shinichiro’s slurping and drinking you up greedily as he flattens his tongue against your folds, bathing you in long kitten licks until you’re finally slackening and pushing his head away with an over sensitive whine. but not before he’s placing one more soft, wet kiss against your clit.

he’s flushed to his chest, cheeks to his chin glistening with your juices while his chest expands with every shaky breath he takes to catch his breath before his wet, blown gaze is meeting your own. his cheek smooshing against your thigh as his fingers trace along the skin and he blinks up at you.

“fuck.. y’look so pretty like that, angel. why’d you have to stop me, could’ve kept goin’ all day.”

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cheriiyaya · 5 months

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Inside, this place is warm

☾⋆⁺₊⋆ well, someone has to take care of dazai when he gets caught in the rain...

☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Contents: Dazai x gn!reader, reader is a civilian and dazai is in the pm, softttttt, very fluffy, slight hurt/comfort, ~1.5k words

☾⋆⁺₊⋆A/N: oml this was longer than i expected...credits to @cafekitsune for the dividers >u< AND THANK U GUYS FOR 100 FOLLOWERS AHH

"Bella'! C'mooon!" Dazai called at you as he stood ankle-deep in the water, a childish grin plastered on his face. You sighed and drew his coat tighter over your shoulders as the salt-streaked wind whirled strands of hair into your flushed face.

"Osamu, you're gonna catch a cold, and it's gonna rain soon." You watched as the brunette pouted and walked over to you, water soaking the hem of his pant legs and the bandages over his ankles. Dazai grabbed one of your hands in both of his, placing it by his chest and looking at you with wide, adorable eyes.

"Pleaaase, bella'?" He grinned and kissed your knuckles, trying to sweet-talk you into the cold water of the Tokyo bay with him.

"Osamu-"

"Please?

"Dazai." He quickly shut up after that, releasing your hand and sulking away.

"My darling hates me now..." He pouted and sighed dramatically, which made you giggle at his theatrics. Dazai had snuck you out of your classes that day and ran you through the busy streets of Yokohama down to a small beach near the harbor, saying he wanted to "see your pretty face after so long" (You had told him it only had been a day, and dazai went on a rant about how many hours, minutes, and seconds that was away from you).

"I don't hate you, you'll just get sick if you keep this up." Rain began to trickle from grey clouds and it ran down the side of your cheek. Dazai leaned over and brushed the raindrops out of your face.

"Oh, but I don't think it'll be so bad if it meant you'd take care of me..." He teased, pulling you up to your feet and you yelped in surprise. Now on your feet, Dazai bent down and started untying your shoelaces, humming softly. "It'll be fun! Just for a bit, please?" You sighed at his unrelenting pleading, mussing your fingers through his wavy hair.

"Alright, but only for a bit!" You giggled, kicking your shoes to the side and dazai pulled you into the water. You shivered as the cold water licked at your ankles, wind plastering your hair to your drizzle-dampened face. You felt the wet sand dip and shift under your weight as you moved around and the water rippled from your and dazai's movement and the occasional drop of rain-rain that'd no doubt pick up soon from the looks of it.

you turned your torso around, looking at the endless distance that was the bay and then at dazai. with his cheeks flushed from the wind and his hair messier than usual he looked almost boyish to you and it settled something in your stomach seeing him so carefree like this. The rain picked up in intensity and began to soak the both of yours clothes. "Osamu, don't you think we should go?" You eyed his bandages, watching them soak and preparing a mental note to help him replace them later. Dazai sighed and looked at you, a coltish smile plastered on his face and he shrugged.

"mh, probably."

"Do you want your coat back?"

"And let my darling get soaked to the bones? Love, I'm not that cruel of a person!" He pulled you out the water and tightened his coat around you. grabbing onto your hand, he intertwined his fingers with yours. The rain was beating down on the both of you at this point, yet dazai didn't seem to mind getting wet; watching you laugh and blush at his teasing jokes warmed him enough.

The two of you stumbled through the streets as the rain picked up, heading to your house as your parents were gone for a week, and even if they weren't you were not about to allow dazai to go back to his shipping container all wet from the rain. As you reached your house your fumbled your cold fingers with the keys and pushed it into the lock, jammed it and turned it twice before it opened. You tentatively walked into the quiet, dark house and flicked on the lights, pulling dazai with you inside. You shrugged off his coat and flung it over a chaise, kicking off your shoes and dazai followed in suit. You tugged at his hand and smiled at him, brushing wet strands of hair out of his face.

"C'mon, lets get you dried off, m'kay?" You pulled him into the bathroom and patted the counter for him to sit on. You left for a moment a grabbed a hoodie that you thought might fit him and walked back in to see him slouched on the counter, kicking his feet and staring at the ceiling idly. With a small smile you threw the hoodie at him and he yelped suddenly.

"Bella'!" He whined, narrowing brown eyes at you and crossing his arms dramatically.

"Put it on, I'll get a towel and some fresh bandages." You left the bathroom again, rumaging around the house for bandages and towels. When you returned, dazai was now wearing the hoodie you brought him and it drew a smile from your face. "I was wearing your coat, now you're wearing my hoodie." Dazai perked up and grinned.

"It's yours? Bella', can I keep it?" You let out a soft, airy laugh and started to dry off his hair. Dazai simply hummed, bandaged fingers crawling up to tickle you at your waist as he buried his head into your stomach. You yelped and squirmed, dropping the towel and attempting to pry off his hands in between giggles.

"'S-samu!!" Dazai peeked up at you, a slight blush covering his cheeks at the sound of your giggles.

"You sound sooo cute when you laugh!" He poked your cheek, drawing you closer to him. You clicked your tongue and tugged his head away from your stomach, flicking his forehead and lightly scolding him to stop.

"If you'll stop, then you can have as many kisses you want." You teased, crouching down to pick up the towel and you placed it beside him on the counter. Looking at his arms, you tugged at your lip with your teeth. You knew how much Dazai hated people seeing under his bandages, and you weren't sure if he'd let you.

"...Osamu?"

"M'yeah?" You gently held up his arm, pushing up his sleeve to reveal wet bandages.

"Could I...?" You looked up at him, watching as he stared at you, then at his bandages for a moment.

Then, he relented with a slow, deliberate nod.

Your shoulders slumped as you let out a breath, carefully unwrapping the damp bandages off his arms, then the ones around his eye. It felt strange; seeing him without his bandages showed a completely different boy than you were used to seeing. You tried not to stare at the scars that covered his arms, fumbling with the clean bandage roll. You began to wrap his fingers, then his hands and you went up to his arm, fingers brushing against the pale, scarred skin that hadn't seen sunlight in years until you came.

Through all this, dazai watched you, brushing hair that had fallen into your eyes behind your ears. After a few painstaking moments, you finished wrapping his arms and eye and after making sure the bandages were in place, stepped back to watch the dark haired boy perched on the counter of your crammed bathroom. Reaching out and placing your hand on his jaw, you stroked behind his ear. dazai nuzzled his head against your hand, pretty eyes fluttering at you. You felt the vibration from his humming against the sensitive part of his jaw and he tilted his face, gently encircling your wrist and pressing open-mouthed kisses to your palm. You smiled softly, kissing his forehead and pulling him off the counter.

"There, you're all clean and dry." You brushed his bangs out of his eyes, pulling him out of the washroom and into the living room. You sat him down on the couch, leaning against him and allowing him to idly fidget with your hair. dazai peppered your head with kisses and you grasped onto his hand with your. The both of you simply sat there, comforting the other with your presence as the rain berated the ground outside.

"Darling?"

"Yes, osamu?" You felt him nuzzle his face into your neck.

"...Don't leave." What a sweet, yet foolish request. If you were to leave then a part of you would wander in search of him, in search for the piece of your heart that'd always belong to him and him alone. To dazai, you were everything; if love was a tragic ballad then he'd gladly star in it as the hopeless fool if it meant you were the one he was a fool for.

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©Cheriiyaya 2023

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redroses07 · 24 days

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Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert Pt. 2

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader

Summary: Johnnie and reader finally get a chance to finish what they started at Tara's party.

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: Smut 18+ minors dni, P in V, unprotected sex (use a condom guys), swearing.

A/N: Hey guys!!! A ton of people requested this so here it is! I'm not the best at writing smut so I hope this doesn't suck. Anyways, hope you enjoy, love you all and thank you for the positive comments on pt. 1!!!!

Heartfirst pt. 1 here

You lay sprawled on your bed, checking your phone every few minutes. It was mid day, and you should probably bring it upon yourself to do something productive, but you were waiting on something. Or more formally, someone.

It had been a week since Tara's party and you and Johnnie had not had a single moment alone since, and you two were desperate to finish what was started before Jake so rudely interrupted you.

Nevertheless, your schedules unfortunately did not overlap this week. Either you were busy, he was editing, you were filming, and so on and so forth.

Until today, well maybe. Johnnie had told you he would come over as soon as he finished streaming, and Tara was out of the house all day so it was perfect. His stream seemed to be taking much longer than anticipated, and you were getting more frustrated by the minute. Which is why you couldn't help yourself to look at your phone over and over, waiting for that "on the way, see you soon princess!" message.

"Princess", that's what Johnnie had taken to calling you the past week, and it made your heart flutter every time.

God you missed him. Not that you didn't always when you hadn't seen him in a while, but your newly established relationship makes things different.

You heard a knock at the door, causing you to let out an annoyed groan.

You begrudgingly rolled off your bed and got to your feet, heading to the front door.

Who it could possibly be, you didn't know. Maybe the mailman or a neighbor?

You opened the door only to be met with a very welcome surprise.

Johnnie stood in the doorway, a wide smile on his face, waiting to take you in his arms. He was wearing casual clothes with minimal makeup, and you could tell he had left his house in a hurry because his usually messy hair looked even messier.

"Johnnie? I didn't know you were coming, i thought you were streaming."

Johnnie gave you an apologetic look.

"Fuck, I forgot to tell you I was done. I'm sorry! I hope it's still okay that I'm here." Johnnie rambled, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"No, Johnnie it's more than okay, I've been waiting to see you all day." You pulled him through the door, quickly shutting it behind him.

You had been waiting all week for this, and couldn't wait a moment longer. You need him now.

Johnnie's eyes raked over your body as you pulled him back, and only then did you become aware of how much skin you were showing. It was California, it was hot, and a habit to reach for tiny shorts and short tops.

Johnnie stopped you, pulling you close to him. The tension between the two of you was so close to boiling over. He took your face in his hands, and you could feel his hot breath crashing against your skin.

"Johnnie..." You spoke breathlessly, brushing your lips against his.

That was when the wall of tension between the two of you broke. Johnnie's lips forcefully crashed against yours, causing you to stagger backwards against the wall.

He kissed you as if he was starving, and you were his first meal in weeks. He ran his hands all along your body, stopping to tightly grip your ass.

You rocked back against the wall as Johnnie's hands reached under your legs. He hoisted you up around his waist, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to help him hold you up.

He moved from kissing your lips to biting and sucking at your neck. Johnnie walked you back into your bedroom, not removing his lips from your skin for even a second.

Once he entered the room he slammed the door shut and threw you down on your bed.

You grabbed Johnnie by his shirt and pulled him down on top of you.

Johnnie began clawing at your clothes, reaching his hands under your tight shirt. He effortlessly pulled it over your head along with your bra, and began trailing his lips down your exposed stomach.

You moaned softly, getting impatient. You bucked your hips upward, rolling them against him and giving your clit some of the friction it so desperately needed.

"What is it, pretty girl?" Johnnie muttered, looking up to caress your face.

"I want you."

"Mhm, do you now?" Johnnie took this as an opportunity to palm his hand over your soaked core.

"Fuck." You moaned into him, pressing your forehead to his shoulder.

Johnnie began to take his clothes off, starting with his shirt, then his pants, and boxers. As he took off his clothes you noticed some tattoos of his that were normally covered. You removed your shorts and underwear along with him.

There you were for the first time, fully exposed to this man that you loved. You had anticipated this moment to be awkward, but something about it felt so perfect. You guessed that's what it meant to be in love, no fear of judgment, just love.

"You're so beautiful." Johnnie said, running his hands slowly across every part of your body.

The sensation of his cold fingertips on your warm skin made you shiver. Johnnie looked up at you once more and initiated a soft, yet passionate kiss. You felt the cold metal of his lip piercings press against your tongue.

You tangled your hands in his hair, pulling at his jet black locks.

You broke apart, leaving the room silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing.

"You ready?" Johnnie asked softly.

You nodded, giving him reassurance that you were in fact okay with this.

Johnnie pushed into you with no hesitation, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

He began thrusting slowly, a tightness building in your core as he did. Johnnie dropped his head into the crook of your neck as he kept a steady pace.

You used this as an opportunity to leave marks on his neck, biting down a little harder every time he hit that sweet spot inside of you.

You thrusted your hips up as you felt the invisible band inside of you about to snap.

"Baby, fuck, I'm close." Johnnie said as he leaned up to press a sloppy kiss to your lips.

"Me too." You managed to say through breaths.

Johnnie's hands made their way to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh.

He let out soft moans in your ear every so often. The pretty sounds he made turned you on even more, if that was even possible.

And just like that Johnnie released himself inside of you, triggering your release as well.

You dug your freshly manicured nails into his bare back as you did, leaving crescent shaped indents on his back.

"God, I love you." Johnnie breathed as he collapsed next to you.

"Not as much as I love you." You rolled over facing him.

He wore a lazy smile on his face, and his eyelids were noticeably droopy.

You placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, causing a blush to appear on his pale cheeks.

You took a moment to relax and enjoy the comfort of each other's touch. Johnnie traced soft circles along your back, and you brushed your fingers through his hair.

"Alright princess I'm gonna go get a bath started." Johnnie sat up, kissed you on both cheeks, and headed into the bathroom.

You two were gonna have to plan your schedules much further in advance from now on.

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isaaaxqii · 7 months

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overthinking ₊˚ପ⊹ - gojo

summary : seeing gojo start to act differently, you go over to help him sort out his thoughts.

** : sfw, angst, fluff, jjk 0 spoilers !!

took me awhile to think of this😭😭 but my thoughts are also finally sorted out 🙏🙏 also idk if gojo still stays at a dorm in jj high during his teaching days but let’s just say he does lol

< 1.47pm >

as you walked through the hallways of jujutsu high, looking outside every window that you passed, you noticed gojo training with the 1st years out on the field. he had his usual smile on his face, teasing his students in any way he can, but most importantly helping them when they need it. however, you can’t help but feel like there’s something off about him.

it was just a few days after the death of geto suguru, and you could tell gojo was spiralling. though he was with geto during his last moments, he couldn’t come to accept his death. nevertheless, he tried to put on a smile on his face, being his usual silly and cheerful self.

therefore, nobody could tell that his mental health was getting worse. however, you were able to read him like a book, knowing what he’s feeling especially after significant events like this. you knew that he didn’t want to worry anyone with his feelings, and rather deal with them on his own.

despite that, you still had to check on him.

you knocked on his door, holding a thermos filled with soup in it, hoping it would make him feel better. you were met with a red eyed, disheveled gojo at the front door.

“may i come in?” you asked, before he steps out of the way to let you in.

his dorm looked messier than usual. believe it or not, his dorm was never this messy. he still tries to put in the effort in maintaining his dorm’s state of cleanliness, but with what you were witnessing you could tell something was very wrong.

you put down the thermos on the counter before following him into his room, sitting on his bed with him. there was silence between the two of you, not an awkward one, but rather a comforting silence. gojo seemed to have figured that you knew what was happening to him, and he couldn’t help but appreciate someone’s presence beside him during this period of time. that presence itself comforts him a lot.

“mind sharing what’s on your mind? gojo.” you spoke softly, slowly intertwining your fingers with his. he plays with your fingers gently as he figures out his thoughts.

where should he start? should he start from the time when he was beside geto, geto’s life draining slowly from his body as he says his last words, or should he start from the period after his death, when he starts to realise and blame himself for not noticing geto’s depression which had led him to turn into what he was.

he didn’t know how to explain his sorrow. all he could do was let the tears fall as he grips your shirt tightly, head resting on your shoulders. you placed one hand his back, rubbing small circles on it while your other played with his hair. he loves it when you do that, it was the best method to help him calm down.

“to be honest, i don’t know what’s happening to me. the longer i hold onto the memories of geto and i, the more i feel like letting go. but i can’t, because no matter how much i try, my soul doesn’t let me.”

you felt sorry for gojo. losing your best friend was hard enough, but he still had to put on a fake personality that contradicts what he’s actually feeling during school as to not spark worry in his peers.

you knew geto well too, being one of his friends during your student days alongside gojo and shoko. however, geto and gojo’s friendship was on a much deeper level, the pair being almost inseparable as they went on missions together, and mostly hung out with one another. sure, his death impacted you a lot too, but you’ve let go, knowing that he was in a better place.

“we used to say, “we’re the strongest” , but now only i can say “i’m the strongest” .” he mutters, sniffing every once in awhile as he wipes his tears.

you hugged him tight, playing with his fingers to help him calm down. he held onto your waist as he places his head at the crook of your neck, seeking comfort and love from the intimacy.

“geto wouldn’t want you suffering like this, does he? after all, he will care for you no matter where he is, and he definitely wishes only the best for you.”

you could sense gojo calming down at last, although he didn’t want to let go. you let him stay in this position for awhile, letting him rest on your shoulder. you will forever be gojo’s safe place, providing never ending comfort and care for as long as he needs.

after awhile, you finally got him to let go, and brought him out into the dining area of his dorm to drink the soup you had made for him.

“is it good?”

“tastes like home.”

gojo never wants you to leave him, ever.

both of my gojo fics are one comforting the other😭😭 i’ll think of something else soon 🤍

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spaceyaceface · 11 months

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🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 Please can I request a 17 with Ominis? If it hasn't been done yet? Thank you so much!

YES AN OMINIS REQUESTTTT I love my precious boy so much! I hope you enjoy! I really really liked writing this one :)

17 - "for years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence."

Warnings: None :)

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The letter wrinkled a bit as she kept it clutched it tightly. She had received it less than a day ago, but she had already memorized every word, reading it over and over again as the train rattled across the tracks.

It was from Ominis--the man she had loved since they met at Hogwarts. Even as the years had passed, she had never found anyone that compared to him. She closed her eyes, reflecting on the words once again, so lovely in is neat script.

My dear friend,

I no longer have the strength to carry on as if I do not have a war brewing inside me---as if it has not waged since the day I met you. I've always known this want and desire is nothing but futile, but I cannot let it go unknown any longer.

I am in love with you, as the sea loves the shore, as the day loves the night. I am incomplete without you; a mere man in misery, longing for a heart he does not hold. For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence, knowing I should be grateful you consider me your friend. But I could not help it. Do you even comprehend the music that is your voice? The fire that is your touch? I cannot describe it. There is so much to you I could never put into words.

I am sorry for this letter. Sorry you read the words of a man so filled with longing, he lets it destroy him. You need not reply. You need not apologize for the beauty that has so completely ruined me.

Forever yours, though you are not mine,

Ominis Gaunt

She had booked a ticket to the next train to Hogwarts, unable to properly express herself in words as he had done. She needed him to know she felt the same. She needed him to know she was hers, completely.

When the train stopped, she rushed to the Floo station, and found herself in Feldcroft in an instant. He had bought a small cottage there after school, wanting to stay near Anne and Sebastian. It had been too long since she had visited him. She never knew his heart had ached the same as hers when they were apart.

Her knuckles rapped against the door, and she held her breath, the letter still held tight in her hand. Finally, the door opened, and there he stood---beautiful, but a bit distraught. His hair was messier than usual, not kept in neat, perfect place, and there were shadows under his eyes. They both stood there for a moment, in silence. Then his mouth opened as he said her name---he had smelled her perfume.

"Is it... what are you doing here?" His voice trembled. His hand held tightly to the doorframe beside him.

"Is it true?" she asked, desperate. "Ominis, is it true, what you wrote in your letter?"

His lips pressed together, and he sighed, hanging his head. "Every word. I told you, you didn't need---"

"I needed to tell you that I feel the same," she said, stepping closer to him. "I can't say it as beautifully as you, not even half as well, but I love you, Ominis. I always have."

His posture changed immediately, tension falling from his shoulders. "You... you love me? Truly?"

Her hand came up to rest on his cheek, pulling his face to turn towards hers. "Truly," she whispered.

He couldn't bare another moment with distance between them. His hand cupped her face, thumb brushing over her lips before bringing them to meet his own.

And for the first time, he felt complete.

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Dirty Dealings (17/21)

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Rating = Mature (Language)

Chapter 17: The Chain

“Poetry.” He smiled wickedly at her. - Alastor

Alastor paused in the doorway leading to Rosie’s studio.

His shadow was stretched out languidly against the barrier to its hellish enclosure; swatting playfully at a giggling Niffty. She quickly scurried the length of the room; sliding to a stop. The shadow; melting into the form of an incredibly large black panther; growled, crouched and then leapt after her, chasing and jumping along with her as she took off and continued around and around the room.

Seeing Rosie’s approach to the sealed pentagram; the shadow turned away from Niffty and pressed itself near to her; rubbing its side all along the shimmering wall and happily chirping a low grumbling purr at her.

“You’re keeping it well fed.” Alastor noted, coming into the room now.

The shadow hurriedly morphed back into Alastor’s distorted shape; darting to the edge of the barrier where he could be nearest to its master. Its jaws gaped at Alastor in a large grin as it rose high above him; pressing itself against the walls of its temporary prison.

“Hey there, guy.” Alastor said to it; pressing his hand to the barrier. Then, leaning against it; he slid himself down so he was seated against the sealed wall; keeping himself as close to the shadow as he possibly was able. The shadow continued its purring rumble; pressing itself closely beside Alastor.

“I hope he has been well behaved.” Alastor told Rosie; his eyes only for the shadow.

“Incredibly so.” Rosie assured him. “He has been nothing but awfully well mannered; I should have expected as much.” She laughed.

Alastor leaned his head back; feeling more wholly himself since the exorcism. Niffty darted into this lap; clambering onto his shoulders to shift through his hair; hoping to find more of the delicious deer ticks he may have brought with him… Not finding any; she amused herself by playing with his long deer ears and swiping his hair in fun and funny sweeps all about with her little hands.

“It’s very devoted to you, Alastor.” Rosie told him as she watched the shadow.

“It is.” Alastor agreed. “Something I hope it can stay…despite my mistakes…”

“You’re not here for me to return him to you yet, I hope.” Rosie said. “He’s been very beneficial in helping me clear out some of the riff-raff around here…and, you don’t seem like you’re quite up to snuff to try a handle on him quite yet.”

“No, I’m afraid I’m not, my dear.” Alastor admitted. “This whole…incident…has set me back, considerably.” He sighed. “It will take me some time to play at some catching up. There are still years left to continue the reaping…a boon, at least.”

“Alastor, sweetie…” Rosie looked at him seriously. “If anything…you are running out of time. This incident…proves that. I haven’t the faintest idea of what all could have happened in order for us to be here, where we are now but, I do know that things got desperate.”

Alastor’s ears laid flat; he was made uncomfortable by Rosie’s words. Normally; he’d have avoided her seeing this in him; but, after all that she had done for him – she deserved his honesty.

“I thought you had surely killed her.” Rosie told him. “As covered in blood as you were; but then – I thought perhaps your shadow had somehow harmed you; trying to get to her… But, that’s not the truth of it either, is it, my friend?” Rosie waited, and when he didn’t answer she continued. “Those wounds…you created them.”

Upset by their conversation; Niffty had stopped playing with Alastor’s hair. Sliding off his shoulders; and leaping to the floor, she perched herself by his knee – no longer touching him but entirely focused on him.

“Rosie…” Alastor stood up now; but still kept himself against the barrier – near to his shadow. “I have to see this through.”

“I suppose I knew that.” Rosie sighed. “If anything…the exterminations are getting messier and I’m sure you’ve caught wind of the rumors…in regards to the Morningstars.”

“Really, Rosie?” Alastor smirked. “More politics?”

“Something is…brewing here, Alastor. There’s a been a…shift or a change…I’m not sure. But, a storm is coming, heading straight for Hell, I’m sure of it.”

“You’ve never been wrong about these sort of things before.” Alastor agreed.

“As compromising as it might be to you, to continue to cope with involving yourself with this influence you experience; you might be wise to spend a fair length of time away from Hell… Without your shadow; without your power…you’re incredibly vulnerable. We can’t risk anyone finding that out.”

“This could take… more than just some time.” Alastor told her. “I need to collect more souls…and I need to finish this deal. I’m not sure when I might return…” His shadow shifted at this; trying to press itself ever closer.

“I trust you, Alastor.” Rosie confessed. “As long as you will need; I’ll do whatever is that you may require. I just hope the reward will still be worth all of the trouble this has caused you.”

“Oh, dear Rosie.” Alastor laughed now - eyes glowing green and his ears perking up at the thought. “It most certainly will be.”

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Alastor returned to Adeline’s apartment directly after his departure from Rosie’s.

It had taken three days since the night of the exorcism for the hellfire to completely work through Alastor’s system. His body was fully repaired; from the damage he himself had caused as well as any damage brought to him throughout the exorcising of his shadow. However; he had spent a great deal of his power in surviving the whole ordeal and; without the presence of his shadow, he was left with a considerable absence of even more of that power. It left him feeling tired, weakened, and agitated…more than that; the loss of his shadow left him feeling torn, hollowed, gutted and empty.

Alastor had never fully found any particular love song relatable…but when Dinah Washington’s “You Don’t Know What Love Is” played to him from the radio one evening in Adeline’s apartment; he thought he might just have found it. That lovesick feeling of bemoaning the loss of a lover.; his dead heart resonating in some deep regret or grief that he could hardly comprehend.

“You don’t know what love is,

Until you’ve learned the meaning of the Blues

Until you’ve loved a love you had to lose:

You don’t know what love is”

You Don’t Know What Love Is – Dinah Washington (1955)

Sing it, sister. Alastor had thought broodily; throwing back the rest of his rye whiskey.

Adeline, watching this; shook her head and wondered at his low mood. She had noted that he didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, and didn’t seem to be very much motivated by anything since the night of their Anniversary. She still felt haunted…by the questions she still had about that night but, like a lot of things that pertained to Alastor; she felt it better not to delve into it.

When Alastor walked into the kitchen; Adeline saw right away that he was looking and feeling much chipper.

“I started on the Jambalaya, I hope that’s ok.” Adeline told him, setting aside the chicken she had been prepping.

“Of course.” He went to her; kissing her cheek. “Thank you, dearest Adeline.”

“You seem like you’re in a brighter mood.” She told him. “Hunting must have gone well.” Then, “You look tired…though. Did you want to lie down?” She asked him.

His ears swept to the side.

“Right, um…go fuck yourself or whatever makes you feel more comfortable.” She shrugged.

He huffed.

“Actually, what I had in mind takes two.” He told her, sweeping her up into his arms.

“Luc!?” She shrieked, shocked by his sudden antics. “I’m in the middle of cooking!”

“Hm…” He shifted her against his hip so that he could reach across to turn off the stove. “That’s just going to have to wait.”

Swinging around; he started for the hallway, carrying her with him into the bedroom.

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19 years later…

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March 15th, 2020

New Orleans, Louisiana

Adeline crossed the busy street; following others as they shuffled from the crosswalk and meandered into the heart of the Big Easy. A large tree at the corner cast a dark shadow across the cemented walkway. The shadow touched Adeline as she walked by; sending a chill down her spine…and then he was there.

Alastor appeared just beside her; stepping in time with her just as if they had been walking together her entire way into downtown. It had taken him some time to re-perfect his movements among the shadows since the loss of his own…he still possessed the ability but utilizing it came much less naturally to him. He had skillfully materialized himself beside her now as the radio demon; dressed in his favorite red pinstriped suit; his bowtie and his monocle. Arriving in this form, of course, meant others could not see him; Adeline could but she chose to ignore him.

“Adeline, my dear!” Alastor greeted her energetically through his radio filter. “A pleasant day for a walk into town; to be sure!”

She kept walking; her eyes focused and forward.

“Ah,” Alastor laughed. “I’m getting a bit of the cold shoulder, I see. You know; it reminds me of a joke involving a cannibal fellow who was late to a dinner party… always one for a good laugh.” He chuckled; seemingly unbothered.

She seethed beside him; still walking and saying nothing.

“I suppose you are still rather angry with me…?”

Still nothing from her.

Shrugging, Alastor followed along beside her, humming. He could feel Adeline’s anger simmering just beneath the surface and it made him feel a bit giddy. It had been some time since he’d been able to crawl underneath her skin quite like this.

“Adeline, Adeline, Adeline…” He softly sung her name, teasing her with it; he could almost feel her hackles rising at the nape of her neck. “You know…one is never fully dressed without a smile, my dear.” He told her with a smirk; watching the corner of her mouth twitch where it was pulled down into a disgusted frown.

She stopped; waiting for the light to change so that she might cross this next street. She starred ahead at the traffic light; fuming.

Then, thinking of something, he switched tactics.

“Really, Adeline, this behavior is rather beneath you…would you prefer it if I said I was sorry and I allowed you to lick my cunt?”

That did it.

“Funny…” She said dryly. She remembered briefly how not funny he had found the insult when she had thrown it at him; he certainly hadn’t been laughing then…

Rounding on him; she fixed him with a cold and icy glare.

“I said you were a cunt.” She hissed angrily at him; no longer caring that a couple people had stopped and were staring at her now. “I never said you had one.”

He snickered and it only added fuel to her rage.

“It’s been seven years, Luc. Where the fuck have you been and why did you leave!?”

“Au contraire mademoiselle…” He said smoothly in French. “But, I believe it was you who told me that I could ‘go take a hike’.”

“To cool off!” She nearly yelled at him now. “Not to just – fucking – disappear! Jesus – fuck…Luc. Honestly...” She was shaking from her exasperation; searching for all the rehearsed words she had to throw at him but unable to remember any of them.

“Poetry.” He smiled wickedly at her.

She narrowed her eyes on him.

“You never called on me.” He pointed out.

“I shouldn’t ever fucking have to.” She felt the sting of angry tears coming; but she refused to cry in front him now. “God…maybe I was wrong… you must have a cunt because you’re being a real ornery old bitch right now.”

Alastor’s ears pulled back as he looked down on Adeline.

“This conversation has lost all of it’s charm.” He told her.

“It never had it; it’s a conversation you started.” She turned away from him; finally crossing the street she wanted. He followed her.

Reaching the walk on the other side and still ignoring those people who were stopping and staring; or the ones who were nervously stepping away from her at a safe distance…Adeline turned and faced him.

“What the fuck do you want, Luc?” Her hands were shaking.

“Actually, I came here to…well, to propose a truce.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” If anything, she was becoming more angry with him.

“I’m not.” He said simply.

She groaned. “Could we at least…can we talk about this all…later? I kind of have some things I was planning on doing and now we’ve got everyone in the Big Easy uneasy…”

“Of course.” Alastor complied. “Later….tonight?”

“...sure.” She turned, walking away.

Chuckling to himself; Alastor watched her go before fading away into the shadows.

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For years; Adeline and Alastor had gone about their lives simply and happily together with each other. Alastor focused on obtaining more and more contracts in the collecting of souls; and Adeline turned her attention to finding out what more possibilities there were for her in developing her potential. Otherwise, the both of them were very nearly always together – doing something. Some nights they stayed in; enjoying each others company. Some nights they went out; dining, dancing, going to events and parties or even – on the rare occasion - traveling together.

Then, though, there came a shift. Adeline discovered new ways to influence and make an impact on others’ lives. She helped people discover their passions; form relationships; find their purpose and even…find themselves. Several times, she even utilized Alastor as a resource, getting him to help her with some of the more trickier scenarios so that everything fell into the perfect place at the perfect time. Despite his hand in things; Alastor often berated or belittled her interest in making such an impact with others.

The people Adeline loved helping the most were the miserable and the desperate. Having been there, herself, she found that she could easily relate to and understand each and every one of their stories and their struggles. Though, she had never stepped up to the ledge – so to speak – she had seriously considered it…and because of this; she saw and recognized that kind of hopelessness in others. She wasn’t always successful, but often she would find someone circling the drain…and with enough time, patience and understanding she helped them discover whatever it was they needed to make their lives worth living.

Alastor – on the other hand – looked down upon the sort of people that Adeline was trying to help. He felt that if someone were left feeling miserable and desperate…they were only bringing the suffering to themselves. If folks simply gritted their teeth and got right to it; there wouldn’t be enough misery to go around. He held to these opinions of his firmly and voiced them rather loudly. Feeling his skepticism as something discouraging…Adeline stopped asking Alastor for his help.

Eventually, with Adeline’s interest focused toward other things; the bed she had shared with Alastor had grown cold. Once this started to happen, Alastor had began to leave – disappearing more and more – for longer and longer amounts of time. This didn’t bother Adeline in a romantic sense…but, it still hurt. This went on for a few years or so; and then – all of a sudden Alastor returned and they were as hungry for each other as they ever were. Something had been re-ignited and they fell back into their natural routine of things…until it happened again. Back and forth it went until Adeline finally began asking herself the hard questions…

She knew Alastor did not love her. She wasn’t even sure if he was truly capable of such a thing. But, she enjoyed his companionship; his company. For a time; it was something she needed. Then…things changed. Adeline began to realize that though the sex they had was…well, incredible…there was nothing substantial to it. Adeline was realizing that not only did Alastor not love her…but she did not love him, herself – nor did she believe that she would ever be capable of it. Realizing this; Adeline felt herself growing more and more…detached. With each new absence; each new length of time that Alastor chose to be elsewhere – she slowly began to understand that she simply did not need him there anymore.

Once this realization was made; they began fighting. Though, Adeline could shamelessly admit that these confrontations were always fairly one-sided. Replacing her hurt with her anger; Adeline lashed out at Alastor. He rarely responded to her bouts of anger with his own and the one night that he had met her with equal vehemence; he had simply left – disappearing from her life entirely – for seven years…until today.

Adeline reflected on all of this as she continued her way through downtown New Orleans. Alastor’s sudden return left her feeling agitated and apprehensive. A part of her still very much missed his company…but at what cost did it come? Where did this leave them in the next few years, the next seven or the next seventy? She always told herself she wouldn’t overthink it…but, all she did for the past seven fucking years was overanalyze everything.

Sighing; she turned off the sidewalk and pushed into the doorway of the old storefront. A jangle rang from a small bell throughout as she stepped into the dark of the building. She blinked a few times; adjusting to the dimness of light.

A few people were there with her; perusing the shelves and stacks of old novels within the bookstore. Paying no notice to any of them; Adeline slipped down an aisle and wound her way through the shelving of books. Finding the aisle she wanted; she slid The Odyssey from a pocket in her jacket and went to replace it into the row of books she had plucked it from days before.

“Guilt got to ya, huh?” A voice came from behind.

Startled, Adeline whirled around and saw a young man leaning against the book of shelves, watching her with a coy smile.

“Shit.” She said. “You scared me!”

“Call it karma.” The young man replied, still smiling. “Though I do appreciate you actually bringing the book back.”

“I had pulled it from the shelf to look at, I never-“ Adeline had started to tell him.

“Uh, huh…” He tilted his head. “You weren’t in here…say…3 days ago? Didn’t spend some time here…browsing through the books before you slipped that one right off the self and ducked out of here?”

“You…you remember seeing me?” Adeline asked him; not daring to believe it.

“Yeah…that’s what I’m saying.” He told her, a little irritated now. “You’re kind of hard to forget; next time you want to steal something, do something about the freckles…they’re a dead give away. Although, I’m not sure what you are doing is really considered stealing…you keep bringing books back here like it’s a library. You know this is not a library, right?”

“Wait.” Adeline gasped. “You’ve seen me….before?”

“It’s a little concerning to me…that you think you’re hard to notice.” He explained. “I mean…you don’t try very hard to be sneaky about it or anything.”

Adeline just stood there and gapped at him.

“Now, I should tell you.” He stood up straight now; considering her seriously. “I own this store. I’m not big into letting thieves come in here and swipe stuff off the shelves…but, if you keep returning them – in the condition you found them in – I guess I don’t really care.”

“Wait…” Adeline said again. “What?”

The young man laughed. Adeline realized that he was the only one she ever saw working here. He usually manned the counter at the back of the store or was putting out new inventory throughout the store. He was somewhere in his late 20’s maybe…his head was a pile of brown curls and behind his glasses she saw that his eyes were a beautiful shade of green.

“Did you want me to help you find anything to sneak out today?” He snickered.

“Um, no…I think I’m good.” She told him.

“You’re sure? I just got in a copy of Beowulf.”

She hesitated; really not knowing what she should say or do here.

“Hold on,” He told her. “I’ll go grab it for you.”

She followed him to the back of the store; her mind racing. None of this made any sense. How was it possible that he remembered her?

But, then he went behind the counter, his back fully and completely turned to her, bending down and grabbing the book; he stood back up and turned to face her again.

“Here.” He slid the book over to her. “You can just bring it back whenever.”

Adeline took the book; starring at it as she tried to process all that was happening right now.

“It’s really ok.” The man was telling her; likely noticing the shaking of her hands.

Adeline looked back at him. A “thank you” forming in her mouth just as she saw it…a thick, heavy shackle and chain – shimmering darkly in a vibrant glowing green - hanging from the young man’s neck.

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Chapter 18

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darling..

pairing: felix x reader

summary: coming home to you was worth the days spent away from you. it was when he noticed that you seemed a little off that he knew exactly what you needed to feel better.

a/n: to all my Felix bias loves, i apologize so very, very (very) far in advance, but please enjoy another fluffy read ♡

Travel days meant that Felix’s eyes were open long before the sun started to rise into the sky. It was these days that both exhausted and excited him. While he loved being on tour, sleeping in hotels rooms where there was no traces of you slightly killed him inside. Carefully, he packed the little trinkets he found that instantly reminded him of you and some part of your relationship. Searching the room one last time, he found your bucket hat tossed on the couch, left from him having to fight off Minho from stealing it a few days ago when he needed something to wear out. Taking a deep breath, a small smile slowly pulled at the corner of his lips knowing that the next time he went to bed, he would have you safely wrapped in his arms.

One plane ride later, which felt like eternity to Felix, he found himself not on the way back to his dorm with his members but instead on the way to your place. During the flight, he found himself so badly wanting to go home, only to realize when the wheels touched down that home was no longer a place but instead you. It was something that he should have put together sooner if he was honest with himself but at this point he simply wanted to share that with you while smothering you in the love he needed to give you. After two quick sharp knocks on the door, he let himself in knowing that you probably were expecting him to come over until the following morning. Quietly removing his shoes, he surveyed the visible rooms, noting that they were slightly messier than usual.

Angel, I’m back he called out into the too still space, wondering where you were and why you hadn’t come running out to greet him yet. Truthfully, he found it adorable the way you would abandon whatever you were doing when you heard him and come sliding into the entry way to crash into him wrapping your limbs around him. Only after an extra long minute did he see you final emerge from around the corner, slowly walking over to him and pulling him into your embrace. While Felix wanted to pick you up, dump you onto the couch or the bed and cuddle you until the next day, he knew that would need to wait just a little bit longer. Slightly pulling back, he tilted your chin up, brushing your hair out of your face studying the way that you almost didn’t look up to met his eyes. Alright Angel, let’s go, he says before pulling you down the hall to your bathroom.

Gently he places you next to the sink before walking out and coming back with a chair from the other room. As he sets it down in front of the sink, he silently gestures for you to sit down. Turning on the water, he shuffles around the space collecting little things here and there before bringing his full attention back to you with eyes on him. It warmed his heart the way your shoulders seemed to relax little as he returned to your side. Just relax while I was your hair, yeah? Felix mussed while carefully tipping your head back into the sink wetting your hair. After a little bit, he felt your hand rest on his stomach and as he scrubbed the shampoo into your scalp taking pride in the soft moan that escaped from your lips. Looking down at you, he lower his lips to connect with yours silencing the second moan that tried to echo into the room.

Fingers continued to work their way through your hair, stilling every few moments so his lips could touch different places on your face. Rinsing out the shampoo, he immediately went to work with the conditioner, stealing another kiss from your lips before kissing the tip of your nose. Letting it sit in your hair for a bit, he softly told you about what he did on his day off between shows and what dumb thing the boys managed to do to get into trouble with Chan. Once he finished his story, he made quick work of again washing the product out of your hair, placing one last quick kiss to your lips. Do you want to stand up while I blow dry your hair? He inquired as he opened a drawer to find what he needed, a tiny smile on his face as he saw you shifting from your seated position to stand up.

Can’t have you catching a cold he hums before turning on the dryer and doing what he’s watched you do so many times throughout your relationship. He’d probably never admit it out loud, but he loved watching you do all your routines, from washing your hair to skincare selfishly because he wanted to learn it so that he could do these things for you. Felix understood that sometimes life can just get to be too much and finds that when it does, the first thing to suffer is your routines. However, he also understands that your routines give you comfort, and wants to be the reason that while the world becomes overwhelming, you can find a small silver of peace in him. Gently pulling your head back again to get the front of your hair, he captured your lips on his, pointing the dryer elsewhere to not overheat you. Seconds seemed to pass on before he release your lips to finish the job he started.

Satisfied with his job, he kissed your head before starting to put everything back to where it was before he took it out, moving around you as needed. Turning back for your hand so he could pull you into the bedroom, he noticed the way your eyes were glossy as they stared at him. Immediately, Felix is standing in front of you murmuring a what’s wrong and softly running his hands up and down your arm wondering if he did something to hurt you. I just really missed you this time you managed to get out before the tears came running down your cheeks, I’m so in love with you, you whispered so quietly that he almost didn’t hear it. His chest swelled at the sudden confession knowing that you never really liked to talk when you got this way. I love you so much, Felix said while taking your hands and leading you into your room.

Pointing to the bed, he fluttered around the room again, this time turning on the projector Hyunjin gifted you, and making sure that everything else was off in the apartment. Climbing into bed and under the blankets, Felix tugging you into his side, smiling as you seemed to wrap yourself around him like a koala with both your arms and legs. I’ll talk to Chan to see if you can come to the next concert he spoke into the air and noted the way they seemed to make you settle into the bed and nozzle him. Turning on your favorite movie, his fingers dance across your back under his sweatshirt before planting a long kiss onto the top of your head. Slowly, he starts to hum along to whatever song was playing in the movie, knowing that you always loved to fall asleep to his voice.

Hours passed before the movie finally concluded and he turned everything off, letting the moon illuminate the room through the small opening you left in your curtains. Gently brushing your hair out of your face, he quickly pressed his lips to your forehead, thinking about how much love he had for you in his heart. In truth, he wanted to spent the rest of his life with you. He wanted this to be apart of his everyday routine, coming home to you, cuddling you while watching movies and talking about each other’s days. Apart of him loved when you let your walls down, crumbling slightly in front of him, knowing that he just got to know your soul a little bit more. Mumbling goodnight and casting one last longing look at your peacefully sleeping face, he closed his eyes and began to dream of what life will be like in the future with you.

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