#i wrote all this in like 2 hours so im going to go pass out now thx <3
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congrats on the milestone sophie! i'm so excited to read what you have to share with us! For your 1k celbration, if it's not too much, I'd like to ask for ABXS for Jason and Dick uwu And if ur feeling particularly sharing I'd also love an L from all of them owo
Strei!!! Thank you for the kind words, here's what you asked for. I even did the L's as well for my dearest most beloved mutual <3
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, gen yandere behaviour, murder, stalking, worshipping/weirdly religious undertones for Dick, um pet play sort of?? Jason would bark if you asked him to is all I'm saying.
A = Affection (Is Their Love All-consuming, Expressed Through Possessive Gestures and Overwhelming Intensity With No Bounds?):
Jason: Spreading my Jason Todd Loyal Dog Agenda here but he’s so unbelievably loyal. Way, way too loyal. It doesn’t matter if he personally agrees with whatever your decisions are, he’s listening like the loyal hound he is. Will push and prod at you, but at the end of the day, he’s devoted. While he’d always prefer to be as close to you as possible, he’s willing to stay away if that’s what you really want. Simple guy, aware of himself, and mostly in control of his more fervent tendencies. He refuses to lose control of you, to take too much, so he doesn’t take any. Just giving, giving, giving. He only hopes you’ll take him.
Dick: Dick is probably one of the most clingy yanderes out there. While others might stalk you, or protect you from afar, that’s not Dick’s methodology. He wants to be with you all the time, and make you happy all the time, and he spends his afternoons daydreaming about sitting between your thighs for hours at a time. All the time, if it was possible. While he’s trying not to overwhelm you, he’ll stay as calm and charming as possible. But eventually, he’s going to have to start confessing his love to you because he feels like he’ll explode with it. Along with acts of service, physical affection, and verbal affection, he also really likes buying you things. He’s an all-rounder. Still, he prefers buying you experiences rather than items, like holidays or trips to the fair. He decides against buying you a private island to visit for the summer, but only after staring at the property page online for three hours straight. Like I said, he really is trying!
B = Blood (How Messy Are They Willing to Get in Pursuit of Their Darling? Would They Embrace Chaos and Revel in the Crimson Tableau Painted by Their Actions?):
Dick: I’ve mentioned before that he’s pretty hesitant to kill. He’s gotten over his wild younger years, and is now more mature and in control of emotions. Now, all of that is one huge lie he tells himself that only lasts as long nobody ever tries to hurt you. Dick wears his heart on his sleeve, and then it gets even worse when you come around because his heart is just walking around outside his chest, with no aknowledgement for the dangers of the world. He does try, he really does, but when he snaps, he snaps hard. He’s not too bad of a sadist (also a lie) but when he easily catches whoever has been bothering you, he… well, he might play with them. Just a little bit. He doesn’t kill, he’s very careful of that, but honestly if I was that poor soul, I’d rather be dead. And then the next day, he goes back to being the cheerful sweetheart we all know and love!
Jason: I’ve also mentioned that Jason, unlike Dick, is very, very eager to get bloody. In canon, he enjoys punishing sinners and whatnot, and when he’s fallen for you, uh… So, basically, Jason would rather die than admit it, but he thinks of himself as your protector, your knight in shining leather armour. And along with that previously mentioned possessiveness, he totally lets it get out of hand. He’s aware you probably don’t want him slaughtering everyone who has ever harmed a single hair on your head, but unless you specifically tell him not to, he’s not going to stop. But if you do, he will. He’s loyal, he’s fervent in that loyalty. He wants to destroy anything that could ever hurt you. But he’d never go against your ruling, your will. He might complain about it, though. Loudly, very loudly. However, if you do want everyone who has ever annoyed you dead, he’s totally up for it no questions asked. Would probably consider it a date night of sorts.
S = Stigma (Can the Roots of Their Obsession Be Traced to a Dark Past, a Blend of Childhood Trauma, Twisted Curiosity, and a Skewed Perception of Love?):
Dick: Oh boy, this guy… He’s the poster child for childhood trauma affecting your perception of love. When his parents were murdered, he latched onto Bruce. And when Bruce kicked him out, he latched onto Bludhaven. And now when even Bludhaven can’t bring him any semblance of comfort, of home, you’re fucking heaven-sent. He latches onto you like a benign growth, and god help anyone who tries to tear the two of you apart.
Jason: Oh boy times two. Not the best childhood, raised on the streets. Taken in by Bruce, things are looking better and then- Well, we all know what happens then. After the trauma of literally digging himself out of his own grave, he feels a bit… disconnected from the world? He feels like a ghost, like he’s still dead, like his death never even mattered and the world kept going after he’d been gone. And that’d fuck up anybody, but someone personally trained by the Batman? Woof. We see in Under The Red Hood that Jason really does think vengeance is proof of love, at least in his case. To him, love is bloody and ruthless. It’s cannibalistic. A give and take. But since he doesn’t want to take from you, he’ll just give himself over wholly.
X = Xoanon (Does Their Reverence for Their Darling Border on Worship, Reaching Extreme Lengths to Prove Their Devotion and Ensure Unwavering Loyalty?):
Dick: He sees you like the sun. Powerful, brilliant, beautiful. And you’ll probably burn him to cinders as he loves you, but he doesn’t care. He probably enjoys the idea a little. Wouldn’t it be nice, to die in your arms? To close his eyes and disappear into you, where he’d never be apart from you again? He realises that sort of thinking is a bit creepy, but it’s one of the few things he simply can’t fight against. Not even the littlest bit. He’s self-aware to know he’s putting you on a pedestal, that you’re not some god or something, you’re just like him. Human. Maybe that makes him worship you even more. He can’t tell, it’s too blurry these days. He just knows you’re important, more so than he is. More so than anything is, really. Also, gotta mention body worship kink. Like, he’s really way too into it honestly. He’ll service you for however long you can last, and then place a hundred kisses against your exhausted body telling you how good you did, how perfect you are. When you look at him after a session like that, you can always see something a little too intense, too crazed to be called love. He knows he’s trying to hide it. He’ll do better next time, okay?
Jason: You’re his master. The hand around the leash. He’s angry at the world, so fucking angry. He wants to destroy it all. Assuming here, you probably don’t want the entire world blown to smithereens, so you’re his… conscience. Whatever you say goes. If you say Joker dies today, then he dies. If you say he can never kill another soul, then he won’t. He’s sassy about all of it, but it’s painfully obvious to literally everyone that he will follow every single order you give. And of course, he wants it that way. Maybe he really should get a collar for himself. He thinks it’d be cute, with your name on it in brilliant gold letters. He certainly thinks that the reaction his goons would give would be worth the effort, never mind your own reaction. Call him your good boy and you will get railed so hard you break the bed, lmfao
L = Love Letters (Is Courting an Intricate Dance Marked by Obsessive Letters and Gestures That Blur the Line Between Devotion and Insanity?):
Dick: I can’t see Dick ever actually sending you the letters he writes, but my god, he writes them. At first, it’s just little doodles in the corners of his very important paperwork, and then he’s scribbling on sticky notes, and eventually, he just gives in and buys a fucking notebook. They’re long winded and silly and he’d absolutely rather die than share them with you. But they make it just the slightest bit easier to choke down his devotion to you, so it doesn’t strangle him right then and there. He almost finds it as addicting as you are, almost being the keyword here. It’s genuinely pretty embarrassing, from an outsider’s standpoint. It’s like what a middle schooler would write in their diary, just lots of your name and hearts and very ridiculous poetry. He’d be good at it if it wasn’t about you, okay?
Jason: Jason, in direct contrast to Dick, writes very good poetry. Especially when it’s about you. It’s the sort of stuff they’ll put in museums, that future historians will write about. Of course they won’t know half of his more demented metaphors are just… straight up things he’s done for you. It’s flowing and beautiful and it’d make you tear up if you ever read it. You probably won’t just because Jason doesn’t really care if you read it, so he won’t share it with you on purpose. However if you find him one day in the library, and you ask to see whatever it is he’s made, you’ll be so very, very lucky. And Jason will turn tomato red, so that’s another plus.
Tim: Everybody knows that when Tim starts a list again, his mental health is on the decline. The list about you is concerningly long. And I’m really not saying that lightly, for Mr ‘I stalk literally everyone at least a little bit’. It’s something at four hundred thousand words by now, he’s not sure exactly. The little note app on his phone has had to suffer through hundreds or even thousands of hours of Tim writing down the most minute details of you and your life. How do you like to sit best? Is your posture okay, or should he worry about it? When you’re hungry, what food do you go for first? What about when you’re sick? If he’s ever around, tapping away on his phone, and you think he’s not paying you any attention, you’d be very, very wrong. Would probably share it with you just to laugh at your horrified face.
Damian: Damian was raised to perfect every form of art, from martial to dance, to even the more traditional ones. He’s always had a fondness for painting, and you’re most certainly his muse. Instead of letters, he paints you. For every memory he has of you, he has at least a sketch. He doesn’t care for almost all of them, as he doesn’t think they capture your beauty properly, so he doesn’t really care what happens with said drawings. Your first meeting has been drawn at least twenty times, and your sleeping face probably double that. Yes, he does draw you in more passionate poses as well. Your face all fucked out, drool leaking from your lips, is a personal favourite of his. He’ll probably share those ones with you, enjoying seeing you squirm. Asking if you want to help him find some extra inspiration because he’s all irritatingly smooth like that. Will laugh if you crush the lewd drawing up, agreeing it doesn’t do you justice. He’ll just have to try again.
#Event:1kCelebration#yandere batfam#batfam x reader#yandere dc#yandere batfamily#yandere x reader#dick grayson x reader#nightwing x reader#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#tim drake x reader#red robin x reader#damian wayne x reader#robin x reader#the way i want to write a full fic where reader finds dicks journal and he has a full blown meltdown about it#hes just so cute idk#i wrote all this in like 2 hours so im going to go pass out now thx <3
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HII I JUST READ YOUR BLOODY HELL AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO ONE WHERE THE READERS KIDNAPPED AND WHEN THE TEAM GOES TO FIND THEM THEY ALREADY KIMLED EVERYONE AND THEYRE JUST WAITING THERE CAUSE THEH DONT KNOW WHERE THEY ARE BUT THEY KNEW THE TEAM WOULD COME. IM SORRY IF I WROTE A LOT IM JUST EXCITED 💗💗
hello?? i’m so glad you liked bloody hell!! :’)
again, i’m still working on capturing everyone’s character, so PLEASE bear (🐻) with me hehe
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Cried for help, help came
pairing: platonic 141 x gn!reader
grim is back yall :’)
warnings: usual cod violence, blood, death, the works ya know
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your hands were shaking.
blood covered you from head to toe.
you were unrecognizable.
your wrists were rubbed raw from being chained to the wall. looking around, you honestly don’t remember how long ago that was.
the room reeked. death, blood, must. it invaded your nostrils, leaving no room for anything else.
you didn’t feel any pain. which seemed odd. you’d been here for so long.
how long was it?
a day?
a week?
a month?
however long it was doesn’t matter. you went through hell.
the room was dark most of the time. a single table with a chair was sat in the middle. in front of where you dangled. your feet had barely touched the ground. lifting your pounding head had been too much for you, so you let it rest against your chest.
“who the fuck are you” the man in front of you seethed. his breath reeked, but you still refused to talk.
this wasn’t supposed to happen. the mission was supposed to be in and out. easy as that. you guess the target had other plans. he’d caught you off guard while searching the building, efficiently knocking you out from behind.
you woke in a room you’d never been in before, panic immediately setting in.
when he didn’t get an answer, he lifted your chin. smooshing your cheeks in one hand, while a knife was grasped tightly in the other.
you were hungry.
so fucking hungry.
and tired. you could really use a nap.
“one more time, bitch. who are you.”
spit welled up in your mouth, and you spat right in his face.
he mouth turned up in a snarl, and he quickly sliced the knife over your right side. a hiss escaped your mouth.
this went on for what seemed like hours. questions thrown in your face, only for you to answer with silence.
the torture and the pain going on for longer until you ultimately passed out.
the next time you awoke, the room was pitch black, save for the light seeping under the door. you made quick work of loosening the ties around your hands.
the door opening made you flinch, and your eyes welled shut from the light suddenly invading your eyes.
footsteps made their way over to you, and you kept your head down. counting your breaths in your head, you waited until the footsteps stopped in front of you.
1 in
2 out
3 in
4 out
now.
with all your strength, you lifted your feet and flung them into the man’s abdomen, effectively knocking him to the ground. hissing, you wiggled until your hands were finally free and you dropped to the ground with a thud. your side was screaming in pain, and you were sure at least one rib was out of place.
the man got back up and threw himself on you. you yelped, and tried to slip out from under him. it was no use, you were just too weak.
he laughed at your weak attempts, and pulled a knife from his thigh. your eyes widened as he raised it above his head.
this is it. i’m dead.
he was too slow. just as he brought it down to go through your head, you jerked to the side. the knife pierced right below your collarbone, and you screamed.
you flailed your body, throwing your attacker off of you. as quickly as you could, you got up and flung yourself at him. with much discomfort, you pulled the knife from your shoulder and slit his throat. a small scream left his mouth before blood seeped through his lips.
movement by the door pulled your attention away from him. three more men stood in the doorway.
fuck.
the first man, tall and burly, but smaller than ghost, stalked toward you. a rifle sat in his hands, quickly setting his sights on you. you jumped for the table, pulling it down as a spray of bullets rained in your shadow.
a click was heard. he was empty. you leapt from behind the table and lunged for him.
knocking him down from the side, you put your thighs on his shoulders and snapped his neck. he was dead.
a shot rang out, and blinding pain hit your left thigh.
he fucking shot you.
you grimaced and rolled to the right. picking up the first man’s body, you used him as a meat shield. the thought almost made you throw up, but he was already dead. not many options.
sorry, dude.
the man was thrown off. you were using his teammate as a fucking shield.
pushing his body at your newest attacker, you caught him off guard. they both fell, and you used this time to go for the third guy. he was a lot closer than you remember, and you feel a dull thump thrown into your face.
a sickening crunch sounded from your nose. the metallic taste of blood ran into your mouth and you gagged.
fucking gross.
rebalancing, you looked up at him. his eyes held fire, and you didn’t blame him. looking to your left, just slightly, you saw the second guy’s gun. you leapt for it, feeling the presence of the man behind you.
you didn’t even look.
you just turned around and held the trigger.
he looked like swiss cheese.
oh fuck.
his body fell to the floor with a thump.
blood pooled the floor around you.
your heart was racing and tears blurred your vision.
you were gonna throw up.
you were too distracted.
a tug to your hair pulled you back, and you screamed in shock.
grasping at the hands holding your hair, you dug your dull nails into their flesh and drug your hands down.
a grunt was heard, and your hair was loosened. you spun and kicked his foot from beneath him, causing him to fall back. you ran the other direction but a hand held onto your boot, causing you to fall onto your arms. a sharp pain ran up your elbow, and you gasped.
looking back, you see menacing eyes and an ugly mustache.
ew.
you wind up and kick his ugly mustache as hard as you can. a loud crunch was heard, and he let go. cursing flooded your ears, and you crawled to the chains that held you up only a while ago. you grab them and turn back to fugly. wrapping them around his neck and pulling as hard as you could.
you watch as he struggles, but you don’t feel sympathy. his face turning purple and his eyes bulging.
his hands scrape at your arms, drawing blood. but, you don’t seem to notice. he finally goes limp.
you don’t let go.
you. don’t. let. go.
it seems that minutes pass before your hands grow too tired to hold him there. the pounding in your head is almost blinding, and you can’t seem to catch your breath.
you crawl over to the far corner.
they’re coming.
they’ll be here.
you don’t know how many times you repeat that before a hand is in your face.
a gloved hand.
a skull mask quickly invades your sight.
you don’t respond.
you hear talking, but can’t form any words.
“grim. grim, can you hear me?” ghost’s voice is softer than usual. his eyes aren’t as cold, and he seems concerned.
your eyes meet his. all you can manage is a nod.
“yeah. yeah, i can hear you.” your voice is scratchy after screaming and not using your voice for what feels like years.
“good. yeah, that’s good. are you hurt?” he knows you are. he can see it. your shaking form covered in blood and bruises. he can’t tell where you’re bleeding from.
“nah, im good. cant feel a thing, l.t.”
“shit. jesus fuck.”
“let’s get them outta here, yeah? place is a fucking bloodbath.” soap.
soap!
your eyes drift from your lieutenant up to your favorite mohawk sporting teammate.
“yeah, bird’s here. we’re good to go. i’m gonna pick you up, is that okay?” ghosts’s voice floods back into your ears. you give another nod before his hands lift you up and carry you out of the building.
your eyes are heavy, and the loud whirring of the chopper blades make your head scream.
your head rests on ghost’s chest as he rushes to the helo.
“kid, you gotta stay awake, alright? we’re almost there.” his voice carries panic, and you try.
oh, you try.
but the last thing you remember hearing is, “fuck! medic!”
when you come to, a blinding light makes you immediately shut your eyes again. beeping to the right of you floods your ears, and you let out a groan.
“fuuuuuck.” your throat is raw and screaming for water.
“you’re awake, here.” you open your eyes again to see price to your left holding water.
“how you feelin’, kid?”
“like shit.”
and it wasn’t a lie. your whole body aches. your face, your shoulders, your throat, your abdomen, all the way down to your toes.
“that’s expected. you took a beating, kiddo. the room looked like horror movie. couldn’t tell who’s blood was who’s.” price’s voice made your eyes well up with tears.
a hand being placed on top of yours finally makes your eyes drag up to his.
“i thought i was going to die, captain.” your voice was no longer sturdy, it was cracking. you were scared. you were just a kid.
“i know. i know. but you made it. really fucking impressive, kid. we’re all glad you’re okay.” he sounded emotional, and his thumb rubbed across your knuckles.
sniffling, you look around the room to see the rest of your crew passed out in the chairs to your right.
ghost manspread, knees hitting both gaz and soap who were situated on either side of him. his arms were crossed and his head was thrown back. soft snores escaped his mouth beneath his mask.
soap’s arm was thrown behind ghost’s chair as his head leaned on his shoulder. gaz was curled up, back to ghost. efficiently using him as a back rest.
you giggled and turned back to price.
“i missed you guys.”
“we missed you too, kid.”
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a/n: thanks for reading! and ty for the request! i hope this is everything you wanted and more :’)
#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish x reader#soap cod#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick#john price x reader#john price#cod x reader#cod mw22#gn!reader#task force 141#angst#thank you for reading#i love them sm#i dont know how to tag#grim au
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hii!! can i please req how zb1 would act when you sleep on the couch after an argument 💓
hi nonnie!! sorry i took a while to get to your request school was starting so my attention was on that! but here you go I hope you like it. also i didn't feel comfortable writing yujin since I wrote this in the sense of ZB1 being in romantic relationships so I did not want to include yujin.
-Jiwoong-
if that's what you want he would understand
he would be so sad though :((
he wouldn't annoy you by begging you to go back to bed
instead he stays up all night hoping you're gonna go back to him
but no you are stubborn and strong willed so you sleep on the couch
when you wake up to your surprise he is fast asleep next to you
-Hanbin-
oh hanbin :')
the moment you said you would sleep on the couch, hanbin was ALERT
he would not even let you make contact with the couch
"please let's just talk it out"
in the case that you don't want to talk to him though..
he would just hold your hand all night until you talk to him
and then he would talk through the argument and try to find a solution right away
hanbin just doesn't want you to go to sleep feeling sad or angry :(
so ofc our little hamster is going to do anything to make you feel better and to make up for the argument
-Hao-
Hao is an introvert
his first instinct is to give you space, since it's what he would want
so he would go to your shared bedroom thinking you would join him later
but when night time hit and you still weren't there he got worried
despite his begging you were adamant that you would sleep on the couch
so while you went to shower, he prepared anything you may need
blankets? check. comfy slippers? check?
but before you could even see him prepare all that for you
as quickly as he set that up, he quickly left to your shared bedroom
once you were fast asleep
hao would occasionally wake up to go check up on you
yes he understands that you're upset but that doesn't mean he's gonna stop being the amazing boyfriend he is
-Matthew-
the way this man would feel SO BAD (queue stayc)
the idea that you rather sleep on the uncomfy couch instead of the comfy bed in his arms..
yeah that was enough for him to run to you and apologize
matthew is sooo persistent
he would be apologizing all night and try to convince you to go back to bed
when you don't budge and are set on staying on the uncomfy couch
he takes matters into his own hand ;)
after an hour he has enough and flings you over his shoulder, takes you to the big bed, tucks you in and gives you a longing kiss
after doing so he is off the sleep in the couch
FORGIVE HIM PLS :(
-Taerae-
the way this man is so stubborn and petty
his pride is HIGH
he wouldn't even bat an eye when he sees you sleeping on the couch (BRO IS THAT PETTY)
he goes to bed in your shared bedroom not caring and giving you the cold shoulder
until 2 hours pass and he starts missing your warmth
that's when he gets up and looks at your sleeping figure from the hallway
he just stands there and contemplates whether he should wake you up
he does.
"i can't sleep please come back. im sorry i promise i won't do it again"
-Ricky-
this man is lucky he has such a face
at first he wouldn't tell you anything, his stare seems cold and blank when he sees you
he doesn't care, atleast on the outside
on the inside we know Ricky is literally crying
it hurts him so much seeing you rather be on the couch instead of with him
he lets you be and you fall asleep on the couch
to your surprise though when you wake up, you're met with the familiar morning light and the familiar blankets hugging your body
throughout the night, ricky watched until you fell asleep and when you he knew you were out, he carried you back to bed and slept next to you
when you turn around to see if ricky is in his usual spot, instead of your boyfriend you see a note
"im sorry please forgive me come to the kitchen"
when you get up and get to the kitchen you see multiple gifts and breakfast on the counter
a shy ricky holding the back of his neck saying "good morning"
-Gyuvin-
if you left the couch expecting to be alone, you are wrong.
the moment you leave to the couch, he is trailing behind you
gyuvin loves you too much he wouldn't let you be alone
lets alone would he let you go to sleep angry and alone
despite you not talking to him and giving him the cold shoulder
this man is cuddling up to you saying...
"i know you're upset but I love you and I don't want you feel like I don't"
you both end up making up but still sleep on the couch cuddled up together
when you wake up, gyuvin delivers breakfast in bed (the couch)
all day he is doing some sweet acts of service (THIS MAN IS SORRY FOR WHAT HE DID)
-Gunwook-
gunwook like hanbin would not let you fall asleep on the couch when you are upset
he understands what you are feeling and he wants you to know that
he insists that you guys fix the argument
when you refuse to (cause sometimes we be petty like that)
gunwookie sits on the floor next to the couch, holding your hand until you are willing to talk
when you can't take it anymore (he literally will not let go) you decide to give in and talk about the argument
you both talk and both apologize and come to an understanding
after communicating the problem you guys go to your shared bedroom holding each other
guys gunwook would be such an amazing boyfi
#zb1#zerobaseone#zb1 imagines#zb1 reactions#zb1 scenarios#zb1 x reader#zerobaseone reactions#kim gyuvin#zhang hao#gyuvin#ricky#shen ricky#han yujin#seok matthew#kim taerae#sung hanbin#kim jiwoong#park gunwook
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cassiopeia — njm.
jaemin & fem!reader ✰ soulmate!au
genre: angst?
summary: fate has its own little games, but giving only twenty-four hours is by far the most cruel of them all. and you have to endure that in every life of yours.
warnings: mention’s of death, major character’s death, a few cuss words??, it’s a bit angsty and has some suggestive themes somewhere in the middle :) .. but ofc it was written in flowery language so it’s not that bad! also it’s not proofread, sorry :,( … although it was written like 2 and a half years ago.. eheh SORRY IM STUPIDD
word count: 5k
author’s note: i originally wrote this story in my native language, which made it harder to tell it in english as well.. english isn’t capable of capturing my metaphors!!!! i hate it here!!!!! i sound stupid in english!!!!!!!! >:(
and no matter how many times have you been staring at the night sky, even hundreds of stars weren’t able to show you the right directions. no matter how diligent you were on finding those constellations, recognizing them wasn’t enough to make you less lost in the vast world of ours. you could have done anything as you were lying down on the freshly mowed grass, looking at those stars, alligned even, which you two had always been mentioning over the time — the feeling of emptiness wouldn’t go away. as you focused on the stars and how bright they were glowing, your arms stretched out in hopes of being able to touch them: everything became even more painful. and as your fingers were dancing in the air, from one star to another, your eyes teared up and your mind was screaming only one thing: enough. it was all enough. since you hated this with your whole existence. and the cassiopeia was reminding you of this constantly;
you have never been able to decide whether remembering is worse or forgetting. you would have loved to experience both at least once, but fate gave you a different card. one, which you carefully choose from the big card house, telling you something: your curse is remembering. and as you hold that little card in your hands, glaring at the crimson coloured letters, you feel like screaming all of your bottled up anger out every time. you always feel like protesting against fate, you want to say and do otherwise but were you ever in a place to do so? you have never had the chance. thus you learnt how to bear with it, what else was there to do? getting into a fight with the fates who were so focused on directing your life, having an evil smile on their faces as they were slowly cutting the thread of that person’s life, who was the sole reason you could stay sane? would you have stolen those old and rusty scissors from their hands, putting a dot after their history of standing so tall, being placed higher in the invisible hierarchy between people and them? would you have given some more time to you two? would you have changed past, present and future?
all of it is just a wandering thought which crosses your mind frequently through your days as you live your boring life. you spend every day with planning out your dirty little revenge, and end it with the conclusion: you’re unable to do it. admitting it felt like losing a game against something you could not even see. and this uncertainity put you in a state of something close to insanity through every life you have lived as the time has passed.
through these lives, you have experienced so many things but the worst part was always those twenty-four hours, which was completed with more and more tears and pain as the centuries passed. in the first lifespan you were pretty much naive, hopeful and happy, that twenty-four hour only made you confused. you could not process what was happening. but later on, you figured it out, having to accept the misery that came with it. you could understand why all of this is such a big sacrifice. in your fourth life have you cried first and you can still feel the fingers wiping your hot tears away, the ice cold feeling of them leaving an unforgettable trace on your skin. to this day, you still vividly remember that moment and feeling how trying hard was never enough, and the bittersweet taste lingering in your mouth has slowly started to fade away. it has become meaningless. harsh and almost so cruel.
but you still didn’t know which one is worse: being the one who forgets or remembering everything so vividly.
jaemin will never be able to comprehend this. after all, he didn’t have to live those grey lives which was coordinated by the suffocating feeling of trying to reach solutions and having to give up. after all, he wasn’t the one who had to watch his loved one’s death over and over again and he wasn’t the one either who had to carry the weight of the pain this caused. since he got the card of forgetting, which was followed by one single thing since gambling with the ones from above is not that clear and easy as we all think it is.
and the price did not only made his life worse, it controlled yours as well.
the first time you have heard the definiton of a “soulmate”, you were halfway through your sixth life. back then, even saying the word felt so strange but as you said it out loud more and more, having the thought of it in your mind constantly, it made you realize something: you and jaemin are the best, exact example of those said soulmates. but inside a horrible cage you weren’t able to leave. it had the feeling of a really bad book which was written by a prestigious author who had a really evil side to their personality. you could even imagine his pen scratching the paper, completed with the blue ink which allegorically wrote the story of you two. a terrible fairy tale that people use to scare their children, saying that this is going to be their fate if they misbehave. and as one of them, you would have believed their words. you would have been terrified. you were in fact scared, that cannot be denied.
on top of that, you had to live in this story, through so many years. no matter how many times you were praying, down on your knees, waiting for it to reach its end, you did not get what you wanted. and you have always felt like it wasn’t fair. ruthlessness transcending through lives which your friends didn’t have to experience. you had hundreds of them but somehow they were lucky. you were counting down the hours, the minutes and even the seconds as if it was like a test, but they always failed. they were able to not get lost in the maze of fate that trapped you and jaemin inside. they were special, all of them.
or were you two the special ones?
you were completely sure about your answer: no. although the thought of being the “chosen ones” has crossed your mind before, as if you two were something like a transcendent, but as years passed, along with centuries and lives, you could only figure one thing: you will never be fully happy. happiness is relative anyway, something you can’t put your hands on, it’s everything around us and everything that’s not at the same time. it seems so far away from you at moments, but on other days it’s so close you could reach it easily but no one could really define what it really is. it’s different in everyone’s lives, the way it becomes the same with many different things, varying on the person. even the sound of the word was music to the ears even if they didn’t know what it is exactly. everyone gets to know it along their journey, their lifetime and they may be lucky to being able to put their fingers on it, they can feel it and they can drag it with themselves.
for you, happiness was the same as those twenty-four hours that guided you through your lives. that small amount of time that you were keen on finding as soon as possible, putting everything on the line. which meant everything and nothing at the same time. and the thought of this was always able to bring some light into your rather bitter life, where the shadows grew too huge, close to consume you completely.
just like in your present life. which, of course isn’t really that bad, it is one of the best ones, to be quite honest but the emptiness inside of you was quite like a dark hole. it made you hopeless even though you had a goal. one that was so dear to you, saint even, which you could have tried to explain to anyone, none of them would have understood it. everyone thought you’re crazy and that you need therapy. even if the last one was true, you knew you’re going to eventually find jaemin, may it be on a rainy day in a bus stop, in a diner’s silent corner or in the university you’re currently attending.
but no. none of these were correct. every time you went to these places, fate was trickier than you would have thought and this was well-known to you.
you had to face this in a newly opened museum which had the slogan, “only miracles are awaiting here”.
how true this was… a real miracle.
as you walked from rooms to the others, all alone, somehow all thoughts left your mind. as if it was the cure, the new atmosphere and the exhibition, as if running back into the past had an effect similar to a band aid. it could get its job done for a while but sooner or later, it would give up as well. just like every solution you had tried out in the past years. nothing was permanent and there was no guarantee.
while you were staring at those paintings, listening to other people’s excited conversations, all you could think of was the loneliness. shivers went down your spine, the consonants following the vowels, creating something so new and so negative. the word you hated the most. and the word that was the title of the oil painting in front of you, seemingly too perfect for the symbolic work of art. a bad feeling took over you. you paid one last look to the framed beauty, glaring at the darkness and the pitch black shadows. after that, you left the room. the heavy atmosphere and the pictures of nightmare.
that’s when you entered the smallest exhibition hall where only a piece of paper was shown. it was protected with thick glass, making you wonder why is it such a big deal. why would they keep an old, yellow paper where the words were probably blurred together in the exhibition? it is supposed to be in the archives anyway, or does it not? putting these thoughts aside, you took a few steps closer to the “artwork”, eyebrows raised as curiosty took over you.
“love letter from the eighteenth century” was written on the little description, so you bent down a little to take a better look and maybe figure out why it was so special. and staring at those two papers which turned brown in the past years, the big realisation hit you: it was your letter. you wrote it. becoming aware of this fact made you froze in an instant, only being able to read the text filled with beautifully written cursive over and over again. and then you looked up, only to meet with a pair of eyes through the glass.
the person you wrote the letter for.
looking at him with the barrier between you two, suddenly you didn’t know what to do. seeing his face, his beautiful smile, it felt like someone gave you some extra energy. before your brain could have reacted to all of this, your legs took the control, running to him. you hugged him, melting into his touch, trying to embrace his fragrance, hoping that it will linger a little longer in your nose and mind as well. you didn’t want to believe this. nor what was coming next, alongside with the reunion.
“sorry for being late” he whispered while he stroked your hair carefully, arms tight around you. as if the moment was going on forever, it made you forget about everything. it made you feel glad. your own little happiness has found you again. but it cannot stay so long.
“i could wait thousands of years for you, jaemin” you told him truthfully, eyes searching for his. you hugged him once again. you couldn’t get enough of his hugs. “there are so many things we have to discuss, i literally… don’t even know where to start” you intertwined your fingers and dragged him with you, him simply letting you do so. since he knew: you have been waiting for this moment to come for so long. this is why you were suffering for years on end. but before you could have leave the basement, he set a timer.
for twenty-four hours.
“and how was… basically everything so far?” you asked jaemin who was picking at the food in front of him, not having the courage to look at you.
“not that nice” he replied and you heard his voice being a little hesitant. “but hey, at least i don’t have to bear it anymore!” he tried to joke about the situation but your worried glance told him to stop. don’t do it. it’s not funny.
“i really have to apologize for not finding you soon enough.”
“no, please, don’t. you should never blame yourself” he reached out for your hands, stroking it with his thumbs carefully. “it’s not your fault. neither mine. it’s just a bad joke of those who think they are above us. we cannot do anything about that.”
“and neither against it…”
“look, y/n” jaemin cleared his throat before continuing. “in these rather short lives of mine, i figured out something. fate cannot be rewritten nor changed. everything’s going to happen like it was decided before. just imagine a big book that’s made by gods. our story is just one part of that great book which consists of other many tales, millions of them. we are too small and worthless to add to our story, we can’t complete it however we would love to. that’s their job to do. they are the only ones that are able to erase things and make something new out of them. they are everything we have and we are nothing more than a small piece of the big picture to them.”
“we’re only just marionettes which they can play with whenever they want to” you added mumbling quietly. jaemin was chewing on his lips while he nodded. eventhough admitting it hurts, your words meant the truth.
you two were only mere props in the endless play with the name of “the cycle of life”.
“but hey, no need to be sad!” he wiped the tears aways as soon as he spotted one crossing your face in a fast pace. “we should enjoy this day so we could annoy the gods! are you in?” he stood up, grabbing your hands carefully. and you gave in. what else would you have done? after all, you were the one stressing endlessly through your whole life, it would have been a pity to miss the chance;
on the passenger seat of jaemin’s really old toyota, so many things were running in your mind. as you were focusing on the picturesque landscape, too many thoughts were attacking you suddenly — were you even able to sort those out in the dusty storage of your mind? only the warm touch of jaemin’s hand, feeling too hot on your legs, made you go back and forth between one thing and being sane.
and as if he read your mind, he gave voice to it.
“there’s no such thing as impossible, knowing and feeling how love transcends time and space, it’s...”
your head jerked up upon hearing his words. you wanted to solve your dear lover’s expression. the way the last words fall out of his lips and how those said lips were slightly smiling while his eyes were searching for yours. everything felt so surreal. you were weak and small but the thing between you was able to make you believe the opposite: you are the strongest of them all.
which, being completely serious, is true. since enduring all those lives is something only the strongest people can do. only they are able to watch the person they were assigned to, slowly fading away between their fingers;
reaching the local park, this was all you could think about. the memories you have made with jaemin only became sharper and even him being there with you, weren’t able to heal your scars. he held your hand, smiled and told you multiple times: he loves you. everytime he repeated those three words, the slight worry always became more and more visible. no matter how strongly you were holding onto the boy, it has became more clear: you’re going to lose him either way.
but that’s the thing you should think about the least. you need to focus on enjoying every moment. the fact that you can sit comfortably on the checkered blanket with him, spending a whole day together. the fact that you can have a picnic, you can talk for hours on end, your love is not unrequited anymore. you could have hide it but the years made you sometimes too unamused.
“why aren’t we ending this already?” you asked mindlessly, and as soon as you put a grape in your mouth, you regretted your words as jaemin’s face slowly became serious.
“please, don’t say things like this, okay? enjoy this day to its fullest. i want to love you until i go crazy. at least through this damn day.”
“i’ve loved you through this whole lifetime” you told him, fighting the urge to cry. “you have no idea how hard it is to think about it every god damn day. if people think you’re insane and let you rot in your own, personal pit. you don’t know how much it hurts to get in your bed, knowing that you have to go through your lover’s… your soulmate’s death someday. the one’s death that you love the most in the whole universe.” your voice was filled with uncontrollable emotions — regret rushed over you seeing him, teary eyed and confused.
“maybe. but dying isn’t that nice either.” his reply was bitter and his intention was clear: he wanted to leave you and calm down a bit. but you didn’t let him. you reached out for his hand and pulled him closer to yourself. he stared into your eyes but you didn’t say a word. that’s why he broke the silence. “all day, all i can focus on is that we can’t have a family. i can’t have a kid and i can’t grow old with you. i cannot love you utterly and completely for a whole lifetime. they took everything from us, that’s true… but let’s do something against that. please.”
“what could we do, jaemin? even if i shout at the sky above us, nothing will change! i’ve had enough and i just…”
before you could have finished your sentence, a big dog that was previously running around in the park, came to you two, sniffing your basket and deciding on being your company. your little argue was cut off by a golden retriever who was looking at you and jaemin, big eyes filled with curiosity. and you got a kiss from the dog too!
“isn’t this what other people call… little doze of happiness?” you said quietly, peeking at jaemin while petting the dog, looking at his collar, searching for a name. “buddy! what a cute name!”
“you see, y/n? that’s what i want. rendezvous, petting dogs, joy and sunshine. why can’t we get this?”
why?
what you have learnt from your experiences is one single thing: time is money and it won’t wait. as if the hours were passing by much faster in those twenty-four hours, one can be gone in a blink of an eye. you despised this, you have always hated that it had to be like this way, that you couldn’t stop time or travel to a whole another universe, waking up in a world where you can have a happy life with your dear lover.
the night came by so quickly you didn’t even realize its presence at first. the hours were going so fast, you couldn’t process the speed of it. you could only avert your attention from it as much as you were possibly able to. and in that moment, laying in the grass and gazing at the stars, it felt like as if you wasted every precious minute. but it felt so nice, eyes focused on the starry night, stars glowing shinier than one another, hands intertwined and fingers pointing at the sky. you gave the stars names and were adamant on finding more and more constellations. stargazing was what you two loved the most.
and then you saw the cassiopeia. the one thing that could remind you of the endless loop you and jaemin were in. spotting the constellation, you stood up in the grass and looked at your lover. his moonlit figure was equivalent to the most beautiful artwork in the whole universe. you were disgustingly in love with him. and that came with pain. so much pain.
“shouldn’t we go inside?” you asked suddenly, playing with your fingers while trying to avoid his gaze.
“you want to go in, love?”
you could only nod as an answer but he did what you wanted, without asking any further questions. he wanted to make you happy, more than anything. he wanted to see an honest smile on your face which can warm his heart up. since not only you were in a panic, he was too. but he preferred to not show it.
eventhough he was a master of everything else. and he showed it to you that night.
such heavenly words left his lips, he could have made a whole essay out of it, filled with emotions he wanted to show you on that short night that was given by fate; love, care and gratitude came out of his actions as he was talking to you, the way he handled everything. the way he mumbled in your ears without stop, the magical word “love” being repeated over and over, the way he touched you, the way he kissed you and the way he hugged you. he perfectly knew everything about you, he knew about your soft spots, he knew every inch of your body and he was so eager to discover it all over again since he can never get enough of you. he loved to trace his fingers over your figure, losing control here and there with those touches, reaching places that were the most precious to him. he loved to see how you reacted, how you said his name after every, sweet kiss of his, the way your voice was so shaky with every passing minute. as if he was playing a game with you, but that wasn’t the case. he showed you his true colours and you did the same. you were an open book in front of him, waiting for a sign from him. a small stroke of a brush which indicates that he was there. the marks blooming in thousands of colours, blue and purple, looking like the galaxy from above. you were like canvas to him, his signature on the corner of the painting, as if he was the painter. the artist. which was true, after all.
and as you were holding those stars in your hands, previously seen on the sky, you felt like you entered heaven. it had a feeling of warmth, the way those bright stars were in your hands, put there by jaemin. you could finally have it and you never wanted to let go of it. you could see that kind of reflection in your dear lover’s eyes, mirroring the honest feelings, the loyalty that connected you two. it was able to warm your heart up before crushing it. breaking it into millions of pieces.
that’s how it was with him. although it should have been much different.
and the brightest stars of them all, was brought the closest to you. you held it tightly and you were so stubborn on never letting it go. you closed your eyes and all you could focus on was jaemin’s quiet murmurs next to you.
dreams took you by surprise, although you wanted to avoid sleeping. but now, somehow you didn’t care about anything anymore. you gave in and entered dreamland together. close to each other — the closest ever.
at least during the night, you could pretend to be normal people. at least for a night.
waking up, the first thing that came to mind was checking up on the remaining time but as your eyes met jaemin and how peacefully he slept, time seemed to stop for a while. for a few moments, you could only study his face, the way he seemed so relaxed and comfortable. you watched his chest moving with every breath he took. you would have loved to give him a sweet little kiss but you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. eventhough you were aware of the fact: minutes are passing by in a hurry and every blink was equal to the end of your happiness.
“since when are you looking this attentively, love?” he asked in a sleepy voice before he opened his eyes. the corner of his lips went up a little as he felt your touch on his face. plus the small peck you greeted him with made the day a hundred times better. “i won’t lie if i say that you are the best thing the universe has ever created” his mumble was almost inaudible but you could still hear caring ringig in his speech.
for a long time, this was the first morning when waking up, you could hear the birds’ music so clear. the soft kind of song which mixed with the early rays of the sun, them not being able to fully warm up the room. everything felt so idillic, like it was a fairy tale. and if it hadn’t got such depressing ending, you would have agreed it was one.
“how did you say two lives before?” jaemin smiled and squeezed your hands, looking up and down on your face. “even the sun rose up today so it can follow the last few hours of our sorrowful tragicomedy?”
“how can you remember so perfectly? i mean… i am the one who should never forget, isn’t that true?” you shook your head, your grip on his hands tightening.
“looking at you calls out the hidden memories buried in the depths of my mind, you know.”
the rest of the day was dedicated to trying to enjoy it as much as you could, even if there wasn’t that much time in your hands. you had a long walk, holding each other’s hand, you ate delicious foods and tried everything that’s considered as the “perfect date”, corny things you have only seen in romance movies. it felt like the most treasured possession you had — time. after every kiss you gave to jaemin, you tried to remind him how thankful you were, stressing out the word “treasure”, letting him analyze the word as well. letting him repeat is and define whether it’s worth everything or nothing. whether it’s equal to love or not.
in the last hour of your time that was given, you two went back to your family’s house and its large backyard. no one was home so it made it much easier to sit on the ground and look at the sky once again, following the clouds’ slow pace.
“my current mother told me once that love takes something with itself every time…” jaemin said suddenly, out of nowhere, attentively looking at one certain cloud which he identified as a ‘dog’, based on its shape.
“what do you mean by that?”
“this is what love takes from us.” he mumbled, not really sure of his words. maybe he’s saying dumb stuff and his theory isn’t actually right.
“your current mother is right, i fear” only a sigh escaped your lips but you still continued, eyes fixed on the sky. “we have to pay for being together. but why is the price so high?”
you didn’t get any answers to your question, only a hum. you knew this is what’s going to happen, you didn’t wait for anything else. after all, jaemin barely knew anything about the world, maybe half of your knowledge was there for him, perhaps even less than that. if you couldn’t find the answer, why would he suddenly get the idea? you had centuries to think about it and he always forgot everything. maybe he was the one who won. in your eyes, it seemed like that.
as time passed and the sun started to set, you felt it coming. the last kiss was shared twenty minutes ago, too weak already. but his hand… you did not let go of that. you weren’t ready to lose him. you believed you would give him strength, that you can spare his life. but no, it was not the case. as you embraced him, all you could focus on was his heavy breathing and the way he told you nonchalantly: “i don’t want to die, it hurts”. tears were falling down on his face which was so pale and full of misery. his voice lost its colour slowly and everything felt like the worst nightmare one could think of.
“y/n, i… it hurts…”
his hands were weak and cold. you stroked his face, barely touching him because of the fear: you might cause more pain. you ran your fingers through his hair and found his gaze. yours was fixed on his iris, trying to look for the solution in there — it might be hidden. the last little piece of the final formula. but you couldn’t find it. you’ve never been able to.
the last sentence you heard from him in the current lifetime of yours consisted of three words. three simple yet so heartwarming words, barely escaping his lips.
“i love you.”
and you had to witness the agony of death once again, it was the price for the day. for your everything.
everything started all over again. greyness and gloom took over your life as the last little source of light faded away slowly, vanishing completely. and before you could have thought it’s going to be different this time, you knew it’s not true.
since that’s not what the book of fate had carved into its chapters. you two were destined for something else.
“i love you too, jaemin.”
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Beautiful Day, Sunday Morning | sleepover fic #3
special thanks to my bestie @sluttywonwoo for this gorgeous banner!
Pairing: Joshua x fem!reader
Prompt: okay so sleeping it off didn't work. let me consult my list. hypnotism, no. meditation, certainly not. well something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with them + friends to lovers request
Rating: M (MINORS DNI I’LL SCREAM SO LOUD AND BLOCK YOU)
Word Count: ~7000 (im not well)
Warnings: food cooking and eating, alcohol drinking, hurt/comfort (just a tad its me lbr), presex communication, panty stuffing but not really (you’ll see), fingering, pussy eating, josh cums on you, joshua likes to look, mentions of marks/bruises, loving respectful manhandling, reader has a WAP, aftercare, none of these are in order, i wrote this for like 9 hours straight and haven’t edited it yet bc its four am soooooo sorry bout that, if i missed anything message or inbox me im nice i swear
half of this is just story with some suggestiveness, so if you're not into sex you can still enjoy! it's p obvious when the smut starts
Joshua sighs, finding himself laying awake in bed for the third night in a row.
He’s seriously starting to feel like he’s going crazy, and the sleep deprivation surely isn’t helping, but there’s just no way. He absolutely refuses to accept this.
He’s tried everything he could think of.
Sleeping it off didn’t work, obviously. He meditated with Hao for hours on end, with no result. He let Soonyoung try to hypnotize him but all he got from that was a headache and a bruise on the cheek where the stopwatch swung into his face.
Joshua won’t give up though, can’t give up, because this is life or death. Something has to work and Joshua is willing to try anything, well, almost anything, if it means what he fears will be proven false.
He simply cannot be in love with you. He just can’t.
Not when your friendship is the most valuable of them all, not when your presence is like a hot salted caramel mocha on a blisteringly cold morning, not when you’re the person he always looks forward to seeing, the person he dreads leaving for even a day.
Sure, he sometimes thinks about you late at night, when he’s alone in bed. Sure, he turns people down at bars his friends dragged him to for the sole purpose of getting him laid, just because he likes your voice and your face and your soul and your body better. Sure, he often dreams of you and wakes up feeling lonely, passing his hand over the empty side of the bed and wishing you were there. Sure, the side he leaves empty is coincidentally the same side he knows you sleep on, but that doesn’t mean-
Oh. Wait.
Joshua is totally in love with you.
Well, what the fuck is he supposed to do now?
He lets himself thrash in bed a bit, digging the back of his head into the pillow and tensing his jaw, then takes a deep breath, moving out of tantrum mode and into solution mode.
Okay.
Option 1: Joshua avoids you for a while and hopes the feelings go away on their own.
He shakes his head, knowing immediately that won’t work because if he doesn’t text you for a day, you’ll just text him, and if he doesn’t respond, you’ll call, and he’ll pick up, because it’s you.
And then he’ll hear your voice and you might sound sad that he didn’t text you back and then he’ll be sad, and guilty, and desperate to make it up to you. Which will lead to him making you dinner and probably pushing you up against the counter and kissing you until he forgets about the pasta on the stove and then it’ll boil over and just be a huge mess, and Joshua hates messes.
Option 2: Joshua doesn’t avoid you, and hopes the feelings go away on their own.
No, that won’t work either, because being around you is what gave him these feelings in the first place and being around you will just make them worse. He’ll be able to look at you and touch you and listen to you and you’ll smile at him and squeeze his hand like you always do, and marvel at the size of it compared to yours, and then Joshua will only be able to think about crawling on top of you on the couch and holding your hands down with his and they’ll look so small and you’ll-
Joshua clears his throat, shifting his legs in the sheets and willing his mind to settle down.
Option 3: Joshua doesn’t avoid you, and doesn’t hope the feelings go away.
This option is intriguing, because it means Joshua will still get to be around you and he won’t have to shove anything down, like he’s apparently been doing for… fuck, has he been in love with you this whole time? Has it been literal years??
Joshua shoots straight up in bed, bracing himself on his hands and blinking the drowsiness away. His brows furrow as he thinks over every moment he’s ever shared with you, every time he’s caught himself staring at your lips or holding your hand or getting jealous of a date or glaring at one of his friends for flirting with you. It’s been so obvious, and he had no clue.
Has it been this obvious to everyone?
Shit. Has it been this obvious to you?
Joshua needs a second opinion, and doesn’t think twice about grabbing his phone and calling for backup.
Jeonghan sounds irritated and exhausted when he picks up on the fifth ring, and Joshua sucks in a deep breath before starting, “Jeonghan, I need you to be honest with me, this is very important. Did you know I’m in love with y/n?”
“Yeah, Shua, we all knew.”
Joshua swears to himself, it’s just like he feared.
“And when you say ‘we all-’”
“No, y/n doesn’t know,” Jeonghan groans with exasperation, “but if you don’t say it soon, I will. It’s fucking annoying watching you guys moon over each other all the time. And don’t even get me started on-”
“Wait. Each other?” Joshua holds his breath as he waits for confirmation, “Jeonghan, I need clarification on the ‘each other’ part.”
Jeonghan heaves a sigh before answering, like he’s millimeters from hiring an assassin.
“Yes, Joshua, each other. I’m hanging up now.”
“Jeonghan wait-” Joshua tries to get out, but he hears the dial tone and checks his messages to see Jeonghan has put him on do not disturb. That was that then.
Okay, Joshua can deal with this. He can figure it out, Joshua is good at figuring things out.
He shakes his head and pushes a breath out before biting his lip to stop the smile.
Each other. He can work with that.
“Joshie!” You throw open the door, beaming and grabbing his hand to pull him inside you-r apartment! Inside your apartment.
Joshua dramatically rolls his eyes, hiding his grin behind a smirk, and sighs out, “Not this again…” as if he’s not giggling on the inside at the way you’re tugging him to the kitchen.
“Please, you love when I call you Joshie and we both know it,” you respond with playful eyes and your own smirk.
Fuck, he sucks in a breath, how did he deal with your teasing before figuring out he’s in love with you? Because now, it’s just making him ha-
“So, I was thinking we could try out a new pasta recipe I saw on Instagram, it has tomatoes and goat cheese and garlic, and I got a new puzzle!”
You sound so cute, so excited, that Josh has to clear his throat and try to blink away the hearts in his eyes before he can even think of what to say.
“That sounds great! I hope a red will go with it?” Josh holds up the wine bottle with a hand that shakes only a little, the other still caught in yours, and tries to stop his mind from going to the events of Option 1.
It’s difficult though, when he spots the exact pot he envisioned on the stove, already filled with salted water and waiting to be boiled.
You squeeze his hand before detaching to grab the bottle from him and throw it in the chiller, and Joshua respectfully (and frankly, for his own survival) looks away from how your jeans mold perfectly to the shape of your ass when you crouch down to find room.
He does well enough while you’re cooking together, moving around each other in a dance that evidences years of practice, getting distracted only when you lean up over his shoulder to monitor his garlic chopping. You’re very particular about how your garlic is cut, and it was only recently you began allowing him the responsibility.
Joshua can admit now how much it meant to him when you passed him the knife with a trusting smile and eyes that screamed, don’t fuck this up, just a few months ago.
Managing to finish the garlic preparation with relative ease, Joshua starts looking around for the recipe you were talking about. Normally, you print it out and put it up on your fridge but the stainless steel is empty, except for the magnetic photo of him and you he bought you last year. Well, him and you and all of your friends, not that he’s looking at any of them.
No, Joshua only has eyes for you, and they follow you as you flit around your kitchen, sunlight catching on your hair and cheekbones, your hips swaying softly to the music flowing from your sound bar.
He’s forgotten what he was looking for, and he’s forgotten to pretend he wasn’t drinking in your every move, because you turn around and stop short, eyes wide at finding him staring at you so intently.
“Do you need something?” You ask, brows tilting up in confusion.
Joshua breathes in deeply, catching your perfume on the air amidst the roasting tomatoes and fresh garlic, and he shakes his head with a soft smile.
“No, I have everything I need,” you start to look more bemused, like you’re trying to figure him out, and Joshua rushes to finish, “except the recipe! Where’d you put it?”
“Oh!” You jump, running to the couch to grab your phone and pull up Instagram, “It’s just a video, it seemed simple enough so I was doing it from memory but I should’ve sent it to you, my bad!”
Your brows furrow as you start typing in his new handle, and Joshua stills your fingers with his, deciding he can afford to be just a tad more bold.
“My phone’s almost dead, actually. Could we just share yours?” Joshua tries to ask innocently, masking his ulterior motive of getting to be closer to you.
“Yeah, of course! Do you wanna charge your phone? I can go plug it in,” you offer helpfully, gesturing over your shoulder to your bedroom, but Joshua shakes his head.
“Nah, the only person whose texts I care about is here,” he says smoothly, locking his eyes with yours and reminding himself that Jeonghan said each other.
You hold his gaze, something he doesn’t recognize flashing through your eyes and your mouth scrunching to the side, like it does when you’re… hurt. You visibly shake it off though, shake him off, pulling away and turning to set the pot of water to boil.
Joshua can’t fight the frown, feeling distance between you and him that normally isn’t there, but he lets you take your space and works on figuring out what he’s done wrong. He can barely hear the simmering of the tomatoes and goat cheese in the oven over the roaring in his ears, as he takes in your tense shoulders and stiff posture from the other side of the counter. When he sees your ribs expand and then hitch, like you were trying to gather yourself, he decides you’ve had enough space.
So Joshua crosses the kitchen, laying a gentle, warm hand on your shoulder, and tries peeking at your face. You’re not crying, thankfully, but he can see your teeth gnawing at your lip and the fragile set of your brows, and he pulls you into his chest, wrapping you up tight in his arms.
“What’s wrong?” He breathes into your hair, tucking your head into his neck with the softest push he can manage.
Joshua waits as patiently as he can, but when the water comes to a boil and you still haven’t answered, he pulls away to add the penne and then leans against the counter, staring at you.
“Baby, please tell me what just happened. Did I say something wrong?” Joshua has called you baby since he met you, it’s just instinct by now, but it felt different now that he knows he’s in love with you. It felt… right.
But it just makes you tense up more, and now Joshua is more confused than ever. You’ve never cared about him calling you baby, you went with it from the start, and even started calling him Joshie in return.
“Shua… I just-”
“Joshie,” He interrupts, feeling his heart leap into his throat at the change in nickname. All of your friends call him Shua, you’re the only one he allows to call him Joshie, and he can’t stand hearing the alternative from you.
Joshua can feel his own brows pinching together, his arms coming up to cross over his chest, like that could protect him somehow.
You mirror him, bracing yourself against the stove before he lets a hand down to tug you away from the steaming pot of water, and he uses that hand to pull you closer, finding that he can’t make himself let go.
You’re staring at him now, and you seem to be considering something. He can tell by the set of your shoulders that you’re weighing things, and hears Jeonghan’s voice say each other in his head. And somehow, he knows that you and him are on the precipice of something.
Something great, Joshua hopes.
So he takes in another breath and takes a few short steps to stand in front of you, delicately framing your face in his hands and leaning in close. He stops just short of your lips, feeling the catch in your breath this time, and exhales against you, “Tell me to stop. Tell me this isn’t what you want.”
You don’t say anything, just stare deeply into his eyes, like you’re searching for something. You must find it, because you close the distance to press your lips against his, and Joshua feels something unlock in his chest and make extra space for you.
Joshua’s mind doesn’t wander too far, not with your mouth on his and your body heat against him, and he slides one hand into your hair. The other moves down to mold to your neck, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw before resting on your pulse. He can feel your heart racing, sprinting just like his, and he drinks you in, sipping from your lips like you’re the finest wine he’s ever had.
He gets carried away quickly, turning with you in his arms to push you against the counter, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip, practically begging you to open up for him.
You do, with a sigh, and Joshua slips his tongue into your mouth to glide against yours. You taste… like nothing he’s ever had and he’s desperate for more already, tugging your mouth open further with a thumb on your chin. He licks into you, brushing up against your hard palate, sucking your tongue into his mouth, his moan vibrating against your lips. You swallow it, responding with a whimper, and Joshua’s hips kick into yours. He can feel himself getting harder, feel the heat gathering in his gut, and the hand in your hair drifts down to take your hip in a firm grip, kneading at your plush skin.
Joshua’s about to bring his other hand down and lift you up onto the countertop, dreaming already of spreading your thighs and grinding against you, pulling your jeans down, spreading you with his fingers and licking you open before slipping his cock inside where he just knows you’re wet and hot and soft and perfect, but you pull away.
You pull away, and Joshua tries desperately to follow you, but you breathe a laugh against his lips and push him from you with a hand to his chest.
He can feel his eyebrows furrowing, knows he’s panting and probably looking slightly undignified, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is why you stopped kissing him and how to get you to start kissing him again.
“Too fast?” He asks nervously, hands squeezing at your hips without his permission, and he consciously loosens his grip so you can fully pull away if you so choose.
“No, Joshie, you’re perfect, it’s just-” you pause to catch your breath. “The pasta’s about to boil over and the timer’s been going off for like three minutes.”
His head whips around, seeing your microwave beeping and the water jumping out of the pot, penne far too close to the surface for comfort. He moves with you in tandem, you turning the burner down and shutting off the timer, Joshua grabbing a colander from the cabinet and draining the pasta in the sink. Turning to toss you oven mitts right before you open the oven, he remembers his prediction of Option 1 and can’t hold in the laugh.
The sizzling of the olive oil and roasted tomatoes covers the chuckle escaping him, and Joshua moves behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and set his chin on your shoulder, smooching the side of your head. Your skilled hands mash the mixture together and pour in a bit of the pasta water he’d remembered to reserve (thank God), the sauce coming together quickly. He detaches from you only when you ask him to bring over the pasta, and he carefully tilts the penne into the dutch oven as you stir, the scent of garlic and goat cheese and robust San Marzanos filling the air.
Joshua had been so wrapped up in you, he didn’t even notice he was hungry, but as he feels his stomach growl, he still can’t say he cares much about eating right now. Food, that is.
You’re adorably excited though, beaming at him with bright eyes and spinning on your toes to retrieve the wine he brought, so he turns and lifts your favorite bowls down from the cabinet, grabbing two sets of silverware along the way. You meet him at your dining table, grinning and setting down the fresh grated parm, and Joshua can feel his throat close a little as he imagines doing this with you each and every night.
The pasta was delicious, recipe bookmarked in your phone and already sent to Mingyu and Seokmin, and he washes dishes with you side by side. The cleaning goes quickly, barring the wine glasses you’re both still drinking from, but Joshua plucks yours from your hand just before you pour another glass and backs you up against the sink.
“Joshua, we always finish the wine,” your tone and the use of his full name betrays your befuddlement, but he won’t be swayed.
“Baby,” Joshua pauses to follow the shiver that runs down your spine with his hand, gaze tinted with want and fondness, before continuing, “If we finish the wine, you’ll get tipsy. There are a lot of things I want to do to you tonight, and I can’t do 75% of them if you’re out of it.”
Your eyes grow wide, lashes fluttering, and you nibble at the inside of your lip. It’s a bad habit of yours, and you’ve complained to him before of the sore spots that result sometimes, so he takes the opportunity to smooth his thumb over your lip and gently tug it free. Leaning in to slide his tongue along the seam of your mouth, Joshua breathes softly against you and waits.
You huff, and surge forward to capture his lips with yours, your hands flying up to curl around his neck and pull him closer. Joshua giggles into your kiss, squeezing his hands around yours before moving them to your hips to haul you up against him so you can feel how hard he is for you, already. You press back, and his giggles melt into a groan at the feeling of your body against his. He’s wondering if you’ll let him fuck you on your counter, but you cook a lot and you’ll probably think it’s unsanitary. Joshua considers the dining table next, but doubts it’s sturdy enough for all of his plans, and the couch is just unacceptable, there’s not nearly enough room.
You make the decision for him, pushing against his hips with your own and sliding your hands in his hair to physically pull his lips from yours. He pouts, letting you tug him away but also letting his cock press against you when the pull makes his hips buck.
“Let’s go, then,” you whine urgently, trying to move forward, but the pressure’s made Joshua’s brain fuzzy and he has no clue what you’re talking about.
“Go where?” Joshua asks, panting against you before shaking his head in an attempt to clear it.
“Go to bed, babe, let’s go to the bed,” you set your hands on his chest and push insistently, and Joshua’s nothing if not a gentleman, so it takes little thought to let you guide him to your bedroom.
What his lady wants, his lady gets.
Joshua can’t take his eyes off you as you whip your shirt over your head and toss it at the chair in the corner, but he gets his ass in gear when he sees your hands slide down your body to unbutton your jeans. He’s thought too much about undressing you to let you do it yourself, and his hands pull yours up to his abs, using the distraction to undo your jeans and start tugging them down.
He’s not as sneaky as he thought though, and blushes at your knowing smirk as he presses a kiss to your belly. But Joshua gets you back, with his fingers sliding under both sides of your panties to pull them up tight against you.
You’re wet already and Joshua’s vision tunnels as he stares at the damp spot between your legs, your folds outlined by the fabric with how taut he’s holding it. You squirm, but he’s not done looking, and he soothes you with fingers petting gently at the soft skin of your hips, taking you in for a few more seconds.
Joshua doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable though, figures you might need some time to get used to him in this setting, and he knows there’ll be plenty of nights (and mornings and afternoons) for him to look his fill. So tonight, he lets go of your panties and rises to take his shirt off, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. He can feel your eyes on him as he gathers up his clothes and your jeans, crossing the room to lay them on your chair before turning back to you with the corners of his lips quirked up.
He can sense your nervousness, and tries to figure out how to break the ice and remind you he’s your best friend. Smiling at you until his eyes squint, Joshua walks toward you slowly, then charges you when he’s a few feet away. You shriek and giggle when he leans down to wrap his arms around you and press the side of his face into your chest, tackling you onto your bed. Bouncing together, Joshua rolls until you’re sitting on him and he can feel your wet heat on his cock, seeping through his boxers and making his dick twitch. He swallows a groan, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but he gives that up when you start rolling your hips against his.
“Baby,” Joshua moans out, pulling your hips harder against his. “Tell me what you like?”
He sets up a steady grind as you think, feeling you get wetter and wetter against his dick, but he can tell you’re getting distracted by the friction, and he needs to know what’s okay and what’s not okay before he takes you any further.
So, Joshua stills your hips with a firm grip and says your name with all the sternness he can muster when you’re practically soaking through his boxers.
You pout at him guiltily, petting his pecs in apology, “I like not being in charge. I like when you grab me like that, and I liked when you threw me on the bed.”
Joshua can feel the heat rush through him at your candor, rewards you with minute thrusts of his hips against yours, and confirms, “You want me to manhandle you a bit? Tell you what to do?”
You sigh at the thought, sagging against him and Joshua sits up against the headboard so you can brace yourself on his chest without having to lean down so far.
“Yeah, Joshie, I want that,” you breathe against his lips before pulling him into a kiss, and he can tell you’re trying to distract him to get out of talking more, but he can’t make himself care.
“We’ll talk more about this later, yeah?” Joshua asks, but you both know it’s not a question.
You nod into the kiss, sucking his tongue and starting to buck against him in a cute, needy way, and Joshua can’t hold off any longer.
He holds you gently by the back of your neck, wrapping the other arm around your waist, and you get the memo to stop moving just before he starts rising up on his knees. He spreads his thighs underneath yours, shifting up so you tilt backwards onto the bed until he can hold himself above you, unwinding his arm from your waist to hold your jaw in one hand. He presses one last kiss to your plush lips before pulling away to stare down at you.
Your eyes are hazy, your breasts heaving, and Joshua can see the strain in your thighs from how his knees are holding them open, putting the wet patch on your panties on full display. He smirks, smoothing one hand down your body to slide his thumb down your cunt, feeling your folds part further under the pressure.
You’re so wet, the fabric is practically translucent, and Josh is hypnotized by the glimpse of your cunt. He shuffles down to get a closer look, palm flat to your sternum when you try to follow him, and he can’t resist sinking his middle finger into you as deep as your panties allow. The fabric gives easily, stretching and following his finger inside to the first knuckle. You’re tight, even just with this, and Joshua knows he’ll have to open you up if you want his cock, revels in it.
Withdrawing his finger, he watches your cunt clench around the bit of fabric that remains inside, groaning out loud when he pulls and it comes out of you even wetter. He’ll have to buy you new panties, and maybe some bras, perhaps a set or two, and probably matching couples pajam-
You squirm, and Joshua looks up to check in, relaxing when he sees you’re just desperate for more. He decides he’s tortured you enough for one night, yanking your panties down, tossing them off the bed, and leaning in close to get his first look at your bare pussy.
You’re glistening, hips shifting against the sheets in anticipation, and Joshua’s already thrown one leg over his shoulder before he asks, “Can I eat you out?”
You nod before he’s finished talking, but you should know by now that you’ll have to tell him, so he just stares, flicking his eyes between yours and your pussy.
Your eyes roll skyward in embarrassment and agitation, the back of your head pushing into your pillow, and you force out, “Yes, you can, please do.”
“That’s all you had to say, baby,” Joshua responds, a touch condescendingly and more than a touch smug, lifting your other thigh onto his shoulder and smoothing his hands around your hips to hold your pelvis down.
His first taste has him opening his mouth wider, wishing he could swallow you whole, but for now he’ll content himself with pushing his tongue as far inside you as it can go. You’re soft, and so hot, and soaking wet, and immediately Joshua knows he’d do this every day, if you’d let him. Wake you up with his head between your thighs and put you to bed with his tongue inside you, if he could. Live and breathe and die in your pussy, if you’d allow it. He thinks you just might, with the way you’re trying to buck up against his hands, your eyes closed and breathy whines escaping your open mouth.
In the future, Joshua will make you keep your eyes on him, but for now, he couldn’t care less. All he cares about is getting as much of you in his mouth as he can and making you cum on his tongue as soon as you can take it. He’s relentless, sucking your clit into his mouth, laving over it, pinching it between his lips, getting you wetter and wetter until you’re drenching his face and the sheets. You’re still trying to grind against him, which is cute, honestly, but Joshua’s not letting you move, not unless you tell him to stop.
He shifts to band one arm across your stomach, digging his fingers into the fleshy part of your hip, anchoring you to the bed, and brings his hand to your cunt to slide one finger inside. You’re not as tight as before, and Joshua sighs against you in relief before starting to nudge another finger at your entrance, looking up at you and waiting for the breathy yes yes yes to sink it in next to the first. His fingers are big, much thicker and longer than yours, and you take a second to adjust. You’re already squeezing at them though, pussy trying to suck them in deeper, so he follows until his knuckles brush against you, and curls his fingers up when he bottoms out.
(He’s a bit too deep to get at your g-spot, but you enjoy the motion nonetheless and open your mouth to beg for more right when Joshua suctions his plush lips around your clit again and you’re almost almost almost-)
“Fuck, Joshie, please! Please, please, please I’m right there,” you whine, hands flying down to push his head into you, fingers tangling in his hair, and Joshua has to press his hips into the bed to get his cock to stop jumping. He knows he’s leaking precum, will have to change the sheets after he gets you in the bath, but you’re just so fucking hot, he can’t help it.
He does want to make you cum though, needs to, so he starts spreading his fingers, opening you up for a third, and sucks harder at your clit until you break, back arching, mouth open in a silent scream. He keeps going, fucking his fingers in and out of your sopping wet pussy and tonguing your clit in pulses, until you push his head again, away from you this time.
Joshua releases your clit from his mouth but keeps his fingers inside, spreading them wider against your throbbing walls, and asks, “Wanna go again?”
You stare at him with wet lashes, your breasts rising and falling with your breaths, and he’s almost distracted enough to move up your body and suck your nipples into his mouth, wonders if he can get both at once if he pushes your tits together enough, thinks about digging his fingers into the plushness, thinks about the bruises he could nip into them, but you respond and pull him from his thoughts.
“I think it might kill me, but yes,” you exhale, sounding tired but so needy still and Joshua loves you, he loves you so much, and he really hopes you don’t notice when he spells it on your clit with his tongue, followed by his name, then yours with Hong tacked onto the end. He doesn’t think you do, because you’re moaning, near crying with pleasure, and he hasn’t even started moving his fingers again yet.
Which he rectifies immediately, pushing them into you with more force this time, spreading you open and shoving his tongue inside to lick at your walls. The hand grasping your hip shifts, fingers moving to press down on your clit, rubbing small, quick circles. Your wetness is seeping out around his fingers, dripping into his mouth and down his chin onto the bed, and he knows he needs to make you cum soon if he doesn’t want to push you into the unpleasant kind of overstimulation.
He pulls his hand out slightly, and you cry out at the loss, trying to buck your hips up and get him deep again, until he finds your g-spot and grinds into it with the tips of his fingers. Hooking his digits inside of you, Joshua rubs incessantly at the rough patch, fucking into you and suctioning his lips around your clit until you clench so tight he doesn’t bother moving them, until you break apart with a wail. You gush, wetness flooding out and soaking the lower half of his face, and Joshua feels his eyes fluttering shut as he drinks you in.
Your thighs shake on his shoulders, your stomach trembling as you try to get air into your lungs, and his tongue laps at your clit until you push his head away again, for good this time. Joshua doesn’t go far, still breathing you in and feeling your cunt throb around his fingers.
Your hand pets at his head before it slips from his hair, flopping down onto the bed as your eyes close heavily. You’re not asleep, and you haven’t passed out (he thinks), so he just lets you catch your breath and wipes his face off with one hand, pulling the other from you slowly before shifting your thighs off his shoulders and sitting up on his knees between your splayed legs.
Joshua wants to put his hands on you, smooth them up your body to squeeze your tits then cradle your face, but he has other plans for the slickness leftover on his palms.
He tugs his boxers down with a pinky, cock bobbing out, and waits for your eyes to open before saying softly, “Baby, I’m not fucking you tonight,” you shoot him a sleepy frown, bottom lip pushing out just a bit before he continues. “But can I cum on your pussy? I’ll rinse you off and run a bath after.”
Your pupils get even bigger, nearly blocking out the color of your irises, and you smile serenely at him with bleary eyes, wrapping your hands underneath your thighs and pulling them up so you’re spread open for him.
Fuck, Joshua’s so fucking gone for you.
He can feel more precum seeping out of the head of his cock, feel how his boxers stick to his thighs from a combination of you and him, and he can feel the shudder roll all the way from his scalp to his toes at the first touch of his hand on his cock. His palm is slick, wet with you, and he stops himself from dipping back into your pussy for more, knowing you’re sensitive.
You’ve given Joshua more than enough to work with anyway, more than he used to get on those lonely nights where all he had was the thought of you, and as he takes in your still fluttering cunt, takes in the fuckdrunk look on your face, takes in the scent of your pussy on the air, he already knows he’s close.
His body doesn’t know yet, but it’s catching up quick. His stomach is tensing, his chest rapidly expanding with his panting, his balls tightening more and more the longer he gazes at you. Joshua can’t contain his sounds, lets the grunts and groans fall into the air, whining your name when he glides one palm over the head of his cock and squeezes down at the base with the other. He just needs a little bit more, just a li-
“Cum, Joshie, please cum, I wanna feel it,” you ask sweetly, urgently, and he swears, feeling his cock jump in his hands as hot cum spills out, painting your pussy white and dribbling down your folds. His hearing goes fuzzy, white noise filling his mind, and he clenches his eyes shut, cumming harder than he has in… years?
Joshua opens his eyes to see your entrance clench, tightening around nothing, and he barely resists the urge to drop back down onto his stomach and push his cum inside of you, fuck it into your cunt with his fingers and then fuck it deeper with his dick, stay buried in you until he’s hard and do it all over again.
But you’re tired, and he’s tired, and he catches your wince when you let your thighs down.
Joshua reaches over to snag a tissue from the box you keep next to your bed, and wipes his hands off before smoothing them up your thighs to knead at where your pelvis connects with your femurs. You had your legs open for a while, then up, and he doesn’t want you to be sore tomorrow, so he pulls back, lifting you into his arms and carrying you into the bathroom. He sets you down on the counter, starting the shower and wiping your pussy off gently with a damp washcloth before handing you a clip so you can get your hair out of the way.
“Can we take a bath tomorrow? I just wanna snuggle and go to bed,” you request, voice thick with sleep and raspy from the orgasms, and Joshua feels his heart swell. His teeth poke out of the smile he shines at you, and he gathers you up into a hug, rubbing your back and picking you up off the counter to walk you into the shower. He can feel your breath leave you in a contented sigh, and you lean your head against his chest as he spreads suds up your back, his hands drifting over your skin gently and massaging out any knots he finds.
You’re dozing against him when he drops to his knees to wash your lower half so he leans you against the shower wall, keeping one hand on your hip to make sure you don’t fall over. Making quick work of himself, Joshua shuts off the shower and wraps you up in a towel, patting his hands over your limbs to dry you off as much as he can. You’re a bit more awake now that you’re out of the heat of the water, and he dries himself off roughly before helping you tug your robe on and ushering your slightly shivering form into your bedroom. You’re walking fine, but Joshua keeps his hands on you anyway, doesn’t see a reason not to, and tries to pretend he’s not giddy at the thought of picking out your pajamas and falling asleep next to you.
He escorts you to the bench at the end of your bed, makes sure you’re sitting securely, and turns to your dresser to get something for you to sleep in.
“Just gimme your shirt,” you mumble, leaning back against your bed and pulling your knees to your chest, and Joshua short circuits for a second, imagining you in his clothes. It’s time to sleep, he chides himself, when he feels the blood rushing down to his dick, and speeds over to grab his tee from the chair. It’s huge on him, and he knows you’ll look adorable in it even before he tugs it over your head, and fuck, does he love being right.
He questions you about undies and follows your finger to the top drawer, pulling out the first pair his fingers touch so he doesn’t linger, and guides them up your legs. You stand and pull them the rest of the way on yourself, before climbing right up onto your bed and holding a hand out.
Joshua tries his best to keep his cool, but he’s just a little too excited to burrow under the covers with you, and your body rolls towards him when he hops into the bed. He pretends he planned it though, pretends he was continuing his bit from earlier, when he bodychecked you into the mattress, and he’s pretty sure he’s gotten away with it until you giggle and tap his nose.
He scoffs into the space between him and you, then pulls you closer until there’s none left, dropping a kiss on each of your cheeks, laying one on your forehead, and gently pressing his lips to yours as his final goodnight kiss.
“Oh!,” Joshua remembers, shifting up onto an elbow to stare down at you, “And in case it wasn’t obvious, I’m deeply, madly, embarrassingly in love with you.”
You blink up at him with exhausted eyes, smiling and placing a palm on his cheek to pull him down into one more kiss, before winking at him and whispering, “Same.”
You’re asleep before Joshua’s gotten over his disbelief, but he just grins, realizing it’s Saturday, and he’ll get to wake you up with his favorite song, crooned directly into your ear.
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your post with Zhongli and hanahaki!reader is so sad, stop torturing the poor reader! Will there be a good ending where she meets someone who loves her and finally becomes happy??
notes: never realized i wrote them so sad im sorry! but i do have some fluff to make up for it! tysm for requesting :)
ᰔᩚ alhaitham x reader, implied past zhongli x reader, mutual pining, mostly fluff with a bit of angst, implied simping
wc: 1k words
part 1, alternative ending for part 2
serenity: all you felt when alongside alhaitham.despite being so aloof, he was the most comforting person you knew. underneath that mysterious exterior, he was truly a softie. (maybe only for you, not that you would know)
you didn’t know of the glances he stole of you, eyes full of love. you didn’t know of how he seemed to dote on you. how he brought you food and cared for you when you stayed late in the library of the akademiya. how he caved into your every request, knowing he was weak to you, and wouldn’t with others.
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you had departed from liyue and headed straight to sumeru after the events that unfolded. you couldn’t possibly bear facing zhongli after having to (painfully) let him go. liyue was no longer enjoyable to you, it held painful memories you longed to forget.
sumeru simply had much more to offer with lush green grasses and plants, and beautiful sights to behold. the akademiya was your main focus though, you wished to study all the historical records it had to offer.
the library was where you met alhaitham in all his glory. you couldn’t even begin to form words on how gorgeous he was. he was like eye candy— you loved looking at him. you swore you could stare at him for hours on end and not get tired.
your first interaction was shortly after getting caught staring at him for nth time. once his shining emerald green eyes looked at you, you felt like you were going to faint. you quickly lost your resolve when you gazed into his eyes, stumbling over your words (and maybe yourself) was all you could do.
“don’t you get tired of staring?” alhaitham said.
alhaitham caught your stare, looking deep into your eyes. he smiled and you swore you felt your heart drop.
though you longed to compliment him or introduce yourself, you knew better. you knew it would go nowhere, so you settled for a simple sorry and left.
alhaitham stared longingly at your back, he wished you would turn back and speak more than a few words to him. he wanted to hear your sweet voice again and look into your eyes. he did not have the pleasure of doing so.
after your initial meeting, you couldn’t help but let your head be filled with thoughts of him. his stare was as warm and gentle as the sun. his voice, you swore, was heaven on earth. he seemed to shine like the night sky.
you were not a poet, yet you felt as if you could write thousands of poems about alhaitham. the way his eyes fluttered, the way his soft hands glided over a page, the way a slight smile appeared on his face when he read something he liked. you couldn’t deny your soul yearned for him.
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it took a few months in for you to warm up to alhaitham. he saw you passed out in the library yet again, surrounded by books. he would usually turn a blind eye to this sort of thing, though for you, he draped a blanket over your shoulders. he wished you were friends, maybe even more.
it became a routine for you both, one alhaitham enjoyed and you were thankful for. one night, you finally managed to stay up with the help of coffee. alhaitham, already used to you being asleep, had a blanket in hand.
he expected to see your eyes closed and your breathing slowed, not your soft eyes that he swore made him breathless peering up at him. with a smile plastered on your face, you beckoned him to sit next to you.
it was the start of a friendship you and he treasured. though, you both secretly hoped it would blossom into something more.
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the akademiya’s library became a common place for the both of you to be spotted together. you were always together with the exception of when his scribe duties called for him. books quickly became a common thing both of you could bond over, for once making you glad you were a book lover.
kaveh, who you both learned to love and hate, always teased you for never confessing your feelings towards alhaitham. it was a topic he never seemed to let go of, even when you once threw a book at him. you had learned to ignore every word coming out of his mouth about alhaitham.
likewise, kaveh always bothered alhaitham of matters concerning you. he always teased him asking if he was too much of a coward to ask you out. it resulted in a swift “you seem to enjoy not having a home” from alhaitham.
alhaitham, as if to prove kaveh wrong, had made up his mind on you. he knew deep down a part of him agreed with kaveh, he was too afraid of ruining the relationship between the both of you.
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an invite from alhaitham to meet in the library was no strange request for you. in fact, you both constantly met up and bonded over recent books you had read.
while you were content with it, alhaitham was internally stressing. he wanted this to be perfect, just for you. he was sure he’d do anything for you: anything to see your perfect smile directed his way.
you had arrived looking as breathtaking as you always did. alhaitham could feel his breath stop and his heart beat out of his chest. he hoped he would have the privilege of finally holding you in his arms.
alhaitham spent most of the time staring at you. he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from you, away from your inexplicable beauty.
he had enough of waiting for something to happen and instead took matters into his own hands. he grabbed your chin with two fingers and held it up for him to see; to admire how carefully the gods had crafted you. your breath hitched as you waited for him to do something, to say something.
“i’d take on even the gods if it means i get a single glance of you,” alhaitham said. with that, he closed the distance between the both of you and relished in the way your soft lips felt on his.
the kiss you both shared was small and fleeting, yet it felt as if the world spun slower, just for the both of you.
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#x reader#genshin impact fluff#genshin impact angst#al haitham#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham x you
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I love u like I’ll get on my knees 😍😍😍😍 CAN U PLEASEEEE PLEASEEEE do TFAWS!Bucky x Latina reader?? maybe more specifically Brazilian?? we need some rep 🥺🥺 HAHA actually though like reader is good friends with Sam and Sam introduces them? Please, and thank u the dead love of my life
AHAHHAAHWH MY FIRST REQUEST!!!! thank you so much love!!
Okay okay so here’s a little Drabble for ya! I feel like this could be a full one shot?? Maybe after my follower celebration that starts on Friday! Also I wrote this on my phone so I apologize if there are any spelling/grammar errors.
Anjo -Portuguese for “angel”
mãe - Portuguese for “mom”
Warnings: cursing
Word count: 1.2k (this was only meant to be 500ish words…)
disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest
“Please tell me that you didn’t text him,” My coworker asks with an edge of dread and disgust in her voice. For the last two hours of our shift, Lilly has been on me about the guy who left me his number yesterday.
It had been a slow day with only regulars really coming in so a decent looking young guy walking in felt like Christmas. Lils was on it and immediately put on her best flirt, fluttering her big eyes and matching lashes at him when he ordered. I wanted to laugh at the scene but that died when he flashed a smile my way and handed me his number. It was quickly followed by some passing comment about how he hates it when girls throw themselves at him. I had half a mind to throw his coffee on him but I knew my boss would have my head. I settled for plastering a fake smile on my face and saying “Vai pro caralho.” Of course the ignorant asshole thought I was being nice and winked at me. It took all of my strength to not shutter in disgust.
“You should know me better than that,” I throw back at her, “from that 2 minute interaction alone, I can already tell that he would talk about himself the entire date before saying something borderline foul like how Latinas girls are his favorite and he can’t stand white girls .”
Lils snorts as she takes a sip of her coffee, nearly choking and sending the hot liquid flying over the freshly cleaned counter. I arch a dark brow at her which makes her laugh even harder.
“What? Am I wrong? You can’t tell me that he wouldn’t have pulled out that high school Spanish to impress me.”
“No, no,” she stutters, wiping the coffee up, “it just caught me off guard is all. Wait, didn’t you say something to him in Spanish before he left? What did you say?”
I narrow my eyes at her, “Vai pro caralho? Babes you should know better.”
She looks at me in horror, “oh my god it was Portuguese, wasn’t it?”
I nod as she profusely apologizes, “I am so sorry, Y/N. Oh my god I’m not better than that asshat. Ugh, what does that mean though?”
The front door opens before I have the chance to speak and the little bells above alerts us to the one regular that never fails to put a smile on my face. Sam had been coming in since before I started working at Brewed Awakenings but after that first interaction, he came pretty much daily. He even got Sarah his sister to start coming in and within a matter of a few weeks, I was invited over for Sunday dinner.
“It means Go fuck yourself,” I tell Lils as I round the counter with a bright smile and wide arms. Sam matches me and wraps me into a tight hug.
“Good morn, Anjo. How are you?” He asks as he squeezes me into this chest.
I pull back and give him my best angry mãe look we I demand to know where he’s been for the last few weeks.
He holds his hands up in defense as he says, “put those eyes away, Anjo. Im sorry okay? I was on official business and I didn’t have time to swing by to let you know but I’m back.”
I don’t let up my expression at first and lecture him some more, “You better be. You were gone for like…”
I pause for dramatic effect to pretend to count the time while walking back around the counter, “6 weeks. I was about to send out a search and rescue team to find you. Ridiculous.”
Sam chuckles while shaking his head at me. He steps to the side to reveal a man that’s been standing behind him and one that I hadn’t noticed before.
A damn attractive man.
Albeit a bit judgmental given the looks he’s throwing at the both of us.
“I wasn’t gone that long,” Sam tries but stops when I shot him another mãe look. He quickly changes the subject, clapping his hand on his companion’s shoulder and introducing him, “well this is Bucky. He’s the reason I was gone so if you’re going to be mad at anyone, be mad at him.”
Bucky.
He looks familiar but I can’t quite figure out why. The massive resting bitch face forced me I stop the search before offering him a bright smile as I repeat his name.
This seems to…irritate him? I honestly can’t tell with the stone wall of moodiness and brooding that lives on his drop dead gorgeous face.
“Well welcome in Bucky, I’m Lilly but everyone calls me Lils and this is y/n,” Lils jumps in with an equally wide smile. His dark eyes flicker between us but hover half a second longer on me. He utters a low “thank you” and looks up to the menu.
Sam rolls his eyes at his short answer but his ever present smile never fades as he orders his usual, a large hot mocha with soy milk. I’ve tried to get him to switch to coconut or even hemp milk but he refuses. He always gives me the whole speech about how “soy is the closest to real milk and if I’m going to drink alternative milk, it has to be close to the real thing.”
“And for you?” I turn my attention to Bucky while Lils starts on Sam’s order. He looks me with slightly wide eyes, a little startled it seems that I’m still talking to and looking at him.
He freezes for a moment, “uh…um a large house coffee.”
“Of course,” Lils jumps in once again and slides a cup across the counter to him. The loud volume of her voice causes him to flinch and Sam instinctively steps in front of him. He takes the cup without another word and fills it while Sam pays and throws a shamelessly flirty smile to Lils. She mocks faintly in a fit of giggles and winks at him.
Sam turns his attention to him and subtlety jerks his chin towards the door, wordlessly asking me if I’ll walk them out. Lils caught it too and rolls her eyes before shooing us out the door.
“She means no harm. She’s just…cheery,” I tell Bucky when the door closes behind us and we step onto the side walk, “I can tell her to tone it back for when you come in next.”
Sam chuckles under his breath and tries to hide a smile behind his cup but fails miserably. Bucky shots him another one of those bored looks and rolls his beautiful eyes at him.
“You don’t have to do that,” he finally says to me and actually makes eye contact with me, “Y/N.”
I offer him another wide smile and stick my hand for him to shake. He glances down at my watch and rings before taking my hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky. Don’t let Sam fill your head with too many tales and I hope to see you soon.”
The man in question basically squawks in protests as I hug him goodbye and disappear back into the coffee shop.
About an hour after I get home, I get a text from Sam saying something along the lines of “Robo cop liked you and asked for your number.”
Moments later a D.C. number sends me a text and I quickly save it under “Bucky (aka Robo Cop according to Sam)”
That’s when it clicks who he is; Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Solider and the most attractive man I’ve ever met.
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*passes the microphone to you* so what is your fav ii dark fic about m8
super duper glad tou asked and didn't have to make you asked that bcuz no one was asking me about it/hj djfh
but my fav darkfic is simple actually
it's about mephone4
shocker i know sjdhsj
i started reading this when i wasnt even that into mephone yet lol
i was still doing the mp4 stock image meme dance lol
i m very sad that im not sure if this would get updated cuz this was published in april and updated in april, just a few days and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i am hurt in two ways jfhdjddj
caution, there are gorey stuffs there that even if there's tags there, it still shooketh me that i was like, *"holy sh1t, what am i reading?!"* (but not in a negative way) snfhsjf
like it went from 1 - 100 real quick (spoilers, or, warning,, it's about a animal that made me go "wtf" bcuz they're robots, it's fine lmao, but animals mmmmmmmm not sure about that sirmadam djdhsjj, and it's in chapter 4)
anyways, my explanation is gonna be very messy and short so bare with me here, i just wanna get this out now bcux most darkfics are just bad/mid/weird
so, this fic is mostly a what if/au
and that what if is a "what if mp4 failed to escape meeple hq" and ii doesnt exist bcuz, mp4 never escaped,, and the sad part about it is mp4 doesnt try to escape again bcux he forgot about it, cobs made him forget everything that makes mp4 want to leave
did i mention cobs is an absolute bastard here/neg didhjs
like dude, at the start of the fic, he is drunk, and he gave mp4 a smol task
but mp4 failed that task and since he was hella drunk, he smashed mp4 using a wrench, almost breaking him permanently
the brotherly bond of 4 nd 4s really makes it feel all wowie zowie, the author wrote them greatly like holy crap bruv
there's more in that fic, i think theres like 9 chapters and it took me 2 hours to read it in one go djdha
and i think that's the end of my explanation bcux my brain is all over the place rn and i just wanna get this out so bad
i might add more in the future but sheezus, yall should read it if you haven't/nf
i want it to continue so bad but i think it’s forgotten maybe,, hopefully not cuz it was just getting more juicier jhgfj
long story short, i love this fic and im still geeking out about it, i hope i can do fanart for this soon bcux i very much want to but brain says do it later, and you should read it/nf
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Prankster — Y.JH | warnings - cursing, kissing
I found this cool prompt generator for ships! If ya want the link its here ;D
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Link to the masterlist!
Pt. 2 Yoon Jeonghan
Yoon Jeonghan, how do I even begin to explain this prankster? You don't even know what is up his sleeve this time, he pulls the most predictable pranks but I always keep falling for them.
He always pulled some type of prank on the teachers every week, I'm surprised that he isn't suspended yet. " hey psst y/n. " I looked behind me to see jeonghan, I rolled my eyes at him and replied " Yeah? What do you need this time. "
He scratched the back of his head looking a bit embarrassed " Well... you know the scary teacher who's always on my back right? " I nodded my head " Yeah?... where are you going with this. " jeonghan took a deep breath
" Can you stick arround with me, I got introuble with her and I need to actually act like I've changed... maybe if in hang out with you more she would think I got more behaved? "
you felt sick of even having the thought of being seen arround him, but he seemed really genuine this time, he looked at you for a while with a sad expressed. You sighed and given into him " Fine, but on ONE condition. If you pull another one of your pranks again im ditching you. " he let out a slight giggle
" Can't promise that, ill try though " a sly smile spread across his face, you don't know whats wrong with you. You HATE him, but why are you getting so soft with him? Haha, love is werid isn't it?
A few weeks passed by and you realized he wasn't all THAT bad, sure he was a bit mischievous and a bit of a prankster but he was genuinly nice and made you laugh sometimes.
" Hey y/n, I got us some drinks from the cafeteria! You want one? " before I could even reply he cut me of " No? Okay ill have it all to myself! " " YOON JEONGHAN! " you flicked his forehead and grabbed the other drink from his hand " Oww! " he said playfully as you both laughed it off
" Ah, fuck I have to study for a test, Sorry I have to go " you felt a bit sad that you had to part ways so early, you grabbed onto his arm. " Isnt it Chemistry that you need to study for? I can help you. " you felt a little flustered when his eyes light up, he looked so happy and he quickly got out his notebook from his bag
" Whats taking you so long! Let's start! "
You both studied for hours, it was becoming late and your eyes became heavier and heavier by the second. You constantly kept yawning, Jeonghan asked if you wanted to stop but you insisted it was okay, " So, were done with Ionic and Molecular Compounds. Tell me whats the difference? ... " Jeonghan flipped through his notes and started to read out what he wrote
His voice sounded so calming and soft, eventually you dozed off into a deep slumber. Jeonghan got a bit startled and thought you had died on the spot but he placed you on his lap and didn't even move a single inch, he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear and looked at you with a smile on his face. He gave you a little peck on the forehead,
" Its sad that you won't be able to know what I'm about to say, the truth is. I lied about everything, I just wanted your attention to myself. "
Eventually you woke up to see you lying down on his lap, you looked up and saw that he had fallen asleep too. You were flustered and got up, God how long were you out for? You began to start cleaning up your stuff and placed them into there proper places
" Goodmorning to you angel. "
" Angel? What kind of nickname is that. " " The type of nickname that I gave to the person I like. "
"... Fuck you, Yoon Jeonghan. "
Cien rambles
I was giggling while writing this HAHAHA, our gentle sexy is up next👀 GOD this is so much fun to write i love it!!! Also wow I got 7 followers:D thank you so much❣❣
#seventeen#svt imagines#seventeen imagines#seventeen fluff#svt fanfic#seventeen imagine#seventeen x reader#seventeen x you#yoon jeonghan#jeonghan
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤
Two ppl actually tagged me in this so thank you @malewifetouya and @happyely 🖤🖤🖤
Sadly some of my most favorite projects are ones that are still sitting in my drafts unfinished 😭 but out of all the ones I've posted these are the ones I'm most proud of <3
"Come Home" — Deku:
I don't even know if this would be considered a fic?? Cuz honestly this was such a short little thing that I wrote in under like 15 minutes 😭 probably the shortest amount of time it's taken me to ever write literally anything. But it was after I watched S6 E136 and literally that night I had a dream where this whole scene was played out in my head. And it just felt so dramatic in the right ways and just raw emotion that I had to write it down. And it's STILL my most liked post on this entire blog😭 but honestly understandable bc sometimes I go back and read it and I'm just like "damn wait I wrote that????" lmfaoo
"Only for you, Toshi" — Shinsou:
Completely opposite from the last one, this is actually the longest thing I've ever written. (that's posted anyway, there's a few longer still in my drafts) I just feel like Shinsou doesn't get enough love but he definitely deserves it😭❤️ all my friends that read it said they really enjoyed it and I'm just really happy with how it came out after working on it for a couple weeks, and that not touching it for a few months and then coming back to it only to finish it in like 2 days lmao
"Attention" — Dabi:
Now this wouldn't be a post about my fics if I didn't include something for my absolute favorite character in the entire show🖤 this fic was very self indulgent bc I'm such a brat🤭 and I'm convinced that Dabi is the king of brat taming. Fun fact, the outfit I described is something I literally own in my closet 😂
"Secrets" — BakuDeku x reader [UNFINISHED]:
This is a multi-part series I'm co-writing with my bsf @haru-x-ren on a joint account we made. (@bunny-x-haru if you'd like to follow) it's currently still a work in progress with only a few parts released, but it is a continuation of a 2 part fic I wrote when I first started called "You're the Only Thing That Makes Sense" — Bakugo So I do recommend reading this one first before Secrets for context and background info. I feel like you can really see my growth in writing from then to now, cuz that was like literally the second thing I ever posted lol. And Haru was literally my biggest fan bc he's the one that got me into writing fanfic<3 so after he read it, he had this absolutely BRILLIANT idea (spoiler) to take the scene I wrote where bakugo and deku were caught fighting after school hours (similar to that scene from season....2? When Bakugo learned about OFA) and turn it into a BakuDeku love triangle and I was honestly obsessed with the idea
And lastly
"For Your Eyes Only" — Dabi:
Another one for my fav<3 this one was for his birthday and is very nasty🤭 also with a little bit of fluff at the end bc I am indeed a hopeless romantic with no romance🥲 also, the cover photo is most definitely the reaction I was imagining when he walks into the room lmao
Side Note:
I know it's been a while since I've posted any writing and I am so sorry 😭 I guess I've just been in a little bit of a funk when it comes to my creativity lately. I mean I've got plenty, and I do mean PLENTY of ideas written down, but Im having a hard time executing them and turning them into something I can post. But I promise I'll get back to posting as soon as I can and I'm really sorry to everyone who has been waiting for stuff😭 I appreciate your patience❤️
Here's 5 other writers I recommend<3
@cathwritestragediesnotsins @aquadenks @kemakoshume @coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic + any other writers who'd like to make ur own posts<3
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Summary: A small 'What If' where Bob never really wanted to be a cannibal and eat somebody but eyes told him to, or like possessed him to do so. Now what happens if his s/o finds him in a bloody situation?
Warning: Blood, some gore(?), angst, death, mentions of cannibalism, drama.
A/N: Hopefully this was good. this plot came off of the top of my head and wrote it at 2 am — lemme know how it was! :) Prolly will rewrite this or sumn in the future.
It was late in the afternoon as you closed up your own shop. You had you're own business in town while your husband had his. He had insisted and proposed his idea of you and him working together side by side as owners many times but you always politely declined, wanting to continue your own business.
Being the understanding man that he was, of course he understood that you wanted to have your own work. But his offer still stands.
Locking the shop up, you sighed happily, ready to come home to Bob again.
With a smile, you walked through your usual route back home as you recalled recent memories of you and him. If you were being honest with yourself, Bob had been acting odd this week. He hadn't played with Lila or Jaune for a while like he used to do every afternoon break.
You were sure he hasn't even spoke to them for a while now. They had asked you about it this morning, sadness all over their face.
Bob had also been a bit distant, paranoid even.
You really did plan to ask him about it but things got in the way and whenever you did, he always shrugged your questions away like it was nothing.
A frown formed on your lips as you neared your house. You reached into your bag, searching for the key. As you finally found your key, you inserted it into the lock and unlocked the door.
And in it's result, it creaked open.
The familiar scent of your own home made it's way to your nose. You stepped inside and closed the door as you call out your husband's name.
“Bob?” You called. “Honey?”
No answer.
He isn't home.
You sighed heavily, placing your coat onto the coat hanger. Maybe you could make dinner for tonight while waiting for him? Maybe listen to some news to pass the timr?
With that, you went off to your kitchen, finding a radio to turn on. As soon as you found one, you began to make a favorite meal you and your husband loved as the man on the radio began to speak.
Chopping up the ingredients, your head was lost in space as you thought to yourself. The sounds of radio chattering had blended into the background.
What if Bob had gotten an extra shift? Or a sudden big order?
Or worse?
You shouldn't think about that. You caught yourself scratching at the thought.
Before you could fall even deeper into the well, your ears practically perked up at the radio's news;
“At the time of 5:33 pm, 4 people have gone missing this week. I repeat, 4 people. I request you all to keep yourselves tucked in your homes an-”
You gulped as you shut out the radio noise once again.
4? 4 people? You couldn't believe that. Everyone in this town knew each other's names. There's no way crimes like kidnapping or murder could be rising now.
Still, shaken in shock and fear, you decided to call Bob. Just to warn him.
Placing the knife down with the chopped ingredients, you washed your hands before walking over to a nearby phone.
You dialed his number and waiting for him to pick up. It went to voicemail.
'He must be busy,' you thought.
"Hey there, sweetheart, just wanted to call in to check up on ya. I was listening to the news today and just wanted to warn you that apparently four people have gone missing this week. Im just worried for our safety, especially yours, right now. Call me back soon, hun."
You tapped on the end call button before proceeding to go back to work.
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9pm.
You were anxious. It had been roughly 3 to 4 hours. Bob was supposed to come through that door like a proud grills owner and maybe even scoop you up with a smooch.
You're anxiety had grew from extreme worry alongside the thought of the harsh reality that life bestows upon people had finally reached your husband.
The dinner you had prepared had already gone cold hours ago. There, sitting, in the dimly lit dining room as the moonlight shone through the gap between the two cream colored curtains that blocked most of the view of the window.
And yet not a piece of your meal had been touched.
No, you couldn't eat without Bob's warm presence. The sweet smile he gives you everytime you placed his plate in front of him even though he insist he'd cook.
You lost your appetite.
You then had decided to go look for him, you brought a flashlight, your phone, your coat and a scarf. It would be cold at this time of night.
Turning off the lights to your home, you stepped out of your home once more. The freezing air hit your face as you walked. You winced but kept your pace. The only thing that kept you going was your husband.
Familiar faces walked on the cold concrete sidewalks. Passing by without another thought. Some waved at you, maybe even shared a hello, but you only could nod or hum as you swallowed your pain.
Your eyes darted to the wedding ring on your finger as you scrunched your brows together in worry. Memories flowing back to you.
Soon, you finally hit the block the restaurant was built upon.
But — it was already closed.
True fear started rise within you. You could feel something in your throat. A breathy sigh escaped your lips. A misty fog in shape of your breath manifested due to the cold air.
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Clang!
A loud metallic noise was heard from an alleyway just beside the restaurant.
If you weren't petrified with fear, you were now. In other times, you would have dismissed this as a cat or possibly some homeless guy going through junk. Either way, checking it out wouldn't be the first thing you would do.
Suddenly, you could hear soft cries. Maybe wails.
Hurt washed over you. Why?
... You hesitated ... Yet you did it anyway.
You called out.
"Hello?" Voice quivering from the cold and terror. "Anyone there? Bob?"
You didn't even wanna hear a reply. Or even another sound. Eyes darted towards the sky, capturing the bright moon above you as it shined down on you as you choose to step an inch forward towards the dark alley.
Ashort yet pained cry escaped a person's throat.
It called out to you. Almost asking for help — asking to confirm if you were really there.
"G..Gumdrop?" The sound of your fiance's voice and the use of your pet name immediately raised your heart rate. The feeling of relief washed over you. He wasn't dead, or missing.
You quickly ran into the corner, taking the flashlight out of your pocket. It was dark and you could barely see anything.
The flashlight clicked and the light beamed bright from it. You shined the light onto the direction ahead of you, too excited to see Bob again that why he was there in the first place hadn't registered in your mind yet.
"Bob, I—" The small smile on your face quickly turned into one that of pure horror. Your eyes widened, mouth slightly ajar as you stood in place. You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. Hand gripping tight on the flashlight as the other end of the glowing beam of light landed on Bob's kneeling figure, watching you.
He was towering over something — someone. Blood flowing close to where you stood. A gun by it's side on the ground.
The body had been missing an entire arm and a shoulder as they clearly died due to blood loss. It looked like it was ripped right off.
You saw him there, trembling, blood all over his face and hands of which he brought closer to his face, as if trying to hide himself from your gaze.
You should have been running! Backing away as you call him a monster. He killed somebody for Christ's sake!
But you saw the horrified look, the shock in his eyes. As if he was being forced to do something he didn't like. His once calming eyes had turned to one of bright cyan.
He mumbled out your name accompanied by many unintangible words of what you could assume was apologies.
Bob looked away, "A-Ahm sorry, gumdrop. It, It made me do it." His voice was filled with dread and regret. He wanted you to look away. "Ah.. couldn't control.."
He looked more terrorized than you. It made you want to just go to him and hug his figure to comfort him.
"Bob, Bob.. What- What happened?" Voice trembled and hands shook while you continue to scan his barely covered face, hoping he was telling the truth. Your feet were glued to the ground and yet you could feel your legs shake.
"Please, go." He pleaded. Bob looked at you, his hands moved away from his face.
You were mighty scared, yes, but you didn't follow his pleas. In fact, you did the exact opposite; you stepped closer. Your legs still felt wobbly but that's what your body thought was right at the time.
Bob shook, Why'd you come closer? More incoherent words fell out of his mouth.
You continued to come closer to him. Your face was filled with fear and worry. But that wasn't going to stop you now, was it?
"Gumdrop, please." He almost begged.
"No." You stood your ground. "I'm not going to leave you here.
Bob blinked in confusion. "Ah ate somebody.. ahm a monster."
"Not to me." You were at least four steps away from him, flashlight still in hand. The freezing air didn't bother you anymore, especially that you had something more important to tend to.
Bob looked away again, attempting to hide his bloody face from your eyes.
"Look at me." You ordered yet your tone was soft. He obliged. "If you were a monster, would you hurt me? Or anybody on purpose?"
You gulped at the question you gave him. Maybe you were too confident.
"No! Why would I ever hurt ya, gumdrop?" Bob's tone was filled with hurt. Why would you ever think that? Were you really that afraid of him? But how could you ever come back to him after what he's done?
"Then you're not a monster." You came to a conclusion. You were much closer to Bob now, about an arm's reach. "You're scared. You didn't want to do it."
Your lips trembled and your eyes pricked with tears. "There's an explanation and I know it. I might not understand it right now but I'm not going to stop loving you."
Your husband's eyes stared into yours. He was searching for a lie, a catch. That you were just playing with him.
But he couldn't find it.
He muttered something that you couldnt hear. You asked him to repeat himself.
"Even if Ahm like this?" His breath hitched.
"Even if You're like this." You're hand touched his shoulder, feeling the soft cloth of his red sweater, not minding the sticky blood on his torso and arms. You couldn't bare to leave him like this, in a dark place. Metaphorically and physically. You couldn't just run away and make his life worse.
Bob couldn't bare to lose you.
You coaxed him to stand up. You were going to help him, no matter how fucked up this is. Even if it means cleaning up the victim's body.
He obliged and stood up, returning to his full height as he looked down at you with doubt. His eyes were still of a cyan color. You're absolutely clueless but you know it wasn't his fault.
"Why?" Bob whispered to you. "Why didn't ya just go home, darlin'?"
You smiled sadly at him. "Home is where the heart is. And by God, Bob, it resides with you."
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my great aunt passed recently ;—-;
my great aunt passed away and she lived to be 99, with only 2 months away from her 100th bday. also side note the way most everyone in my family lives til their 100s lmao. i know two ladies who passed away at 101. honestly it’s incredible to me. my mom’s side of the family is extremely women-driven, like i cannot name all of the cousins my mom has but i sure do know they all went to the same all girls school lol slay queens we out here
but yeah my great aunt was the best tbh. she was always so incredibly kind to me even when my parents would drag me to spend 10 hours at my cousins’ house when i clearly did not want to be there and even when i was obviously weird and emo, she always said i was so beautiful and smart and if there was anyone who prayed, it was her. she always prayed for me, she would tell me lol i would hold hands with her as she told me stories about my mom when she was younger and it always humanized my mom in a way that i was like “omg my mom and i are extremely alike and idk what to do with that information but lash out more” but my great aunt was always so patient and listened to me too. she was just that person who loved everyone in a room, like kind of no matter what. my older cousin and i are the only two out gay people in this branch of the family and he’s feeling it. even my sister is feeling it too! and my sister is a tough nut to crack but she was always so endeared by her and she was, again, SO kind. in a room full of judgmental catholic ladies, my great aunt was always the nice catholic lady lol she would give everyone and i mean EVERYONE in the room a blessing before they left to go home. she would literally spend 1 hour giving everyone blessings as they leave and i still remember what she used to say because it was the same thing every time. i wrote it down in my notes and i will not share it because im crying as im typing this and i should take my corny ass home. yes im on my period again
and she would hold your hand while saying it and do the sign on the cross on you too. her hands were always very soft
damn i haven’t felt this hit by a a family member passing in a while. maybe it’s my period or the state of the world and maybe it’s this other unrelated awful piece of news that hit the community round my parts hard or overall just exhaustion from being mentally ill.
it’s hard not to wallow but i have to keep it moving. i recognize that i can still process many emotions at once and i know that i’m resilient, time and time again. i have a good support system that knows me and cares for me and i have to keep it moving. i help kids on a daily basis and they count on me to keep it moving. we out here y’all it’s that time of year where everything kind of turns into a blur for adults lol but i think we will make it out just fine…grieving can exist at the same time as being thankful and happy while i’m doing my thing…
oof yeah idk that turned into a lot but i’m glad i got the words out there. i felt them jumbling in my head all morning but i feel so much better now. might delete might not but whatever. i love you tumblr diary 🤍
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through thick and thin, i'll be here
note: this isn't about the actual life series, just a rp server based on them (the one I've been insane about for the last 2 months)
Bdubs had grown used to the shadows that curled and twisted, stretched out as if they are just short of reaching something most desirable. He'd seen them many a night, watching them warp and disfigure with the setting sun. Like the sun that ever so slowly dropped right now. Bdubs was sat on a little patch of grass, one of the very few not covered in flowers or weeds, head rolled back to embrace the golden glow. It was just reaching twilight. It wasn't very often he gave himself a break like this, so he made sure to soak up the moment. The way the clouds drifted through the air, the way the leaves danced with the light breeze. His hand dug into the ground, but no dirt was lifted. Ah. Bdubs had forgotten he was a ghost.
The last few days had been...quite the ride. It was another on of the games, with the watchers monitoring their every move. But this one was different. Not everyone felt that pull, that need, that bloodlust. Only some had that little voice that told them to burn the world to the ground. They were given the name "The Hands," and they had one mission: leave no one alive. And there was only one other difference, but it would change everything for everyone, Hand or not. There was no second chances, or third chances , or any for that matter. One life, that's it. And, of course, Bdubs lost it. Skizz had somehow made his way into the Crastle, and it was like killing a fish in a barrel. He'd tried to defend himself, but there was no point. A 6'1 behemoth of a man versus a 5'4 stick isn't a fight up for debate.
Which is why he's sitting here now, the light passing through his semi-transparent body, most notably the ebbing gash ripped through his gut. Void only knows why it hasn't closed yet, though it's probably a dead thing. But a positive (depending whether your a glass half full kinda guy) is that things like food, water and, most obviously, sleep. He didn't do anything incredible during the night, just watched the mobs stumble around brainlessly. And watched over Cleo, of course.
Once everyone was gone, when the town lost its final stand, only Cleo was left. She never could die, so they left her to rot. Only the ghosts could stay with her, but they all went their own ways. Bdubs didn't have anything against that, they had all been through absolute hell, but he just couldn't leave Cleo. He had nowhere else to go anyways. So, he just, kind of, stayed. He stayed by her side, desperately trying to play a part, even though the credits have already rolled.
Cleo was alone. Well, mostly, but we don't talk about Skizz (no no no no), and Bdubs and Sausage stayed with her. She was nothing but a shell of the person she was. No more cocky remarks, no more piercing laughter, just hatred and fire. The flower valley was the first to burn, the memorials of the fallen lost in the blaze. Next it was the crumbled remains of Dogwarts, then Monopoly Mountain, and the simple but Shelby and Katherine lived in, and the Plainer's house. Last of all was the Crastle, tore down and built back up, Bdubs could only watch as it fell once again.
There was nothing left for Cleo then, so she left it behind. All over the world, she wander hoping for a way to end her misery, but the two ghosts still followed her. Now, Bdubs can't speak for Sausage, but for him, staying with Cleo was a easy choice. He had made a promise to her, they're still a team, and that means no abandoning the other. Despite only talking twice since coming back to this hellhole, despite her tearing down the one thing that distracted Bdubs from the chaos outside, despite everything, he stayed.
Cause they're still a team, right?
Right?
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soooooo i did a thing m'lao. I wrote this in like, 2 hours in the car and. honestly, im happy with it. planning a sequel now, it's probably exactly what you think it'll be.
#writing.exe#←new tag? here??#ill probably use it like#twice but sure hey#should I tag chai?#nah#edit:#mafia peeps#lifeseriesmafia#adding the game tags cause yes#im so dead once they find this#i have no regrets#:3
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1. I'm sitting here drinking coffee, but I should be doing chores. It's a nice day, bug wants to do stuff later, there's email to catch up on... so yeah, do weeks really end?
2. Friday night was fantastic: got off work, listened to my mothers epic complaining while I took the flat tire off of her old suv, lost my phone, took it to town to be fixed only to find my phone on the bumper(IT WENT 10 MILES ON THE BUMPER AT 65+ MPH TO TOWN!!!!! PRAISE ALL THE GODS IT STAYED!!!!), got the tire fixed and back on the car in a very bad spot, went home, buggy got sick and I had to clean up his #2 mess<poor guy>, and I slept on the couch because sleeping is awful in a bed anymore. Great start, huh?
3. My current shame storm is making a hurricane look like a passing shower. No matter what I do, what I accomplish, how hard I try, it's just not enough. It's a stupid thing, and no matter how much I try to do the affirmations, they aren't working. #backtosquareone
4. I have a drs appointment tomorrow, and I'm dreading it. I've gained 5 lbs(or so my messed up scale says), but my pants fit better, so I dunno. Plus, there's the pain in other places thanks to fluid build up. Just another fun thing that's happened since I had bypass surgery. #insulttoinjury
5. I think after a certain age you should be able to trade certain things that still work on your body for things that would be more useful. For example, I'd gladly trade my still working sex drive for the ability to thrive on 3-4 hours a night of sleep. That way I could trade one useless thing for a useful thing. Pardon me for being slightly bitter. Im just over it. To be honest I wish I was working the 60-70 hour a week schedule and going to school like I was before. At least then I wouldn't think about it as much. #thanksihateit
6. My former employer is having a big meeting w/investors and politicians on the 25th, and theres rumours it might start back up. So im sending the HR manager my updated resume, and starting the conversation about a shift supervisor position. To be honest, I'd kill for it, and it would keep me on career trajectory. Fingers crossed.... I love my new job but I can't afford to work there.
7. I'm sorry to be such a negative person but I'm kinda reaching a hard spot in my journey. I have no real time to stop and process because if I did I think it would derail part of the rebuilding process for my life I started a few years ago. Part of that rebuilding process was prioritizing financial security, so even considering all the other stuff has to take a backseat... but how to do it when you're a novice at self care and are trying to reprogram your already f'ed up brain is another thing entirely. Bono wrote it best in the song Cedars of Lebanon: "The worst of us are a long drawn out confession; The best of us are geniuses of compression.You say you're not going to leave the truth alone.I'm here 'cause I don't want to go home".
Thanks for letting me vent. This week will be better... I think. Much love!
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heyyyy could u make a part 2 for ‘hurts like hell’ :D izuku better apologize or im gonna swan dive off a roof
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Pairing: Pro-Hero!Midoriya “Deku” Izuku x fem!black!reader
Genre: fic
Synopsis: izuku attempts to right his wrongs, but is it too late to change anything?
Warnings: angst, apologetic deku
A/N: if I'm honest a part 2 wasn't even thought of when I wrote this, but since you all wanted one, I made it pretty ambiguous and open ended because there are several routes that I feel an argument/breakup with deku could go. So yeah :) hope you enjoy. I admit it's not my best work tho, so be warned.
The bright pink cherry blossoms greatly contrasted the shame that Midoriya carried with him into the public park.
With his hood pulled over his head, anyone who walked passed wouldn’t be able to see the sullen face that the prohero sported. The memory of that one night playing in his head like a broken record. The words he spoke out of anger, now made his stomach churn and throat clench in regret. If he had saw the way he had left you, he’s sure he would have been throwing up, too.
After walking for a while, he slumped himself on a park bench. His head rested on the back of the wooden seat, his hood falling off slightly and his eyes staring up into the many branches of the tree above him. He looked defeated, and in a way, he was. Midoriya wasn’t sure if there was any way to rectify what he had done, and with no returned texts or calls, he was sure that he would loose the one thing that kept him sane.
Midoriya wasn’t sure how long he had been like that, blindly staring into the sky, but he knew it had to have been a couple of hours as he did notice the subtle change in the color of the sky from a light blue to a soft orange. He was grateful that there didn’t seem to be anyone on this train, and if there were any, they were wise to continue on and not disturb the green haired man in his sullen state. Though after a while, when the soft oranges turned into a deep red in the sky, a shadow slowly approached Midoriya’s body. He didn’t have to raise his head to know who it was.
“Mind if I sit beside you?”
Of course, it would be Todoroki Shouto - one of his best friends from highschool and an indirect victim of his misplaced rage. He shouldn’t have been mad at Todoroki, nor should he have been mad at you for hanging out with a friend you had every right to.
Todoroki didn’t wait for a reply; he took a seat next to Midoriya, and much like in his youth, he was hard to read. He couldn’t tell if Todoroki was here to berate his actions or comfort his aching heart. If it were his choice, Midoriya would have chosen the former.
After a moment of silence, Todoroki began to speak, and while he spoke, Midoriya listened.
And the next thing he knew, he was in front of your apartment, facing you. Before you could close the door, still not ready to face the aftermath of your week-old argument and unofficial breakup, Midoriya let the words spill from his lips. Apologizing profusely, citing the fruit of his jealousy being his own insecurities, and admitting to jumping to conclusions due to them. Though one line from his rant stuck out to you the most:
“You’ve been there for me at my worst. You’ve seen all my flaws and still chose to love someone like me. I know I can’t ask for your forgiveness, and you have no obligation to; I just hope I’m not too late in trying to reverse the damage I’ve done.”
And with his teary eyes and sleeved heart, Midoriya left the decision of your relationship to you.
If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request!!!
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At The Cliff's Edge [18+]
Marc Spector x GN Reader
Rated Explicit 'cause they fuck, oral (m receiving), sexy use of cuffs, orgasm denial, slight peppering of daddy kink, anal sex, sub!marc because why not >:) , NOT BETA READ i wrote this at 2 am and finished it at 8 am so ...
Word Count: 2171
it's a long one lads, i got carried away and ended up not sleeping to write this. also i've literally never done a [Y/N] fic this was weird to write lmaoo. i don't think this is all that good tbh, idk, u tell me
[gif sorta unrelated but the thought of marc spector on his knees looking up at you with those eyes of his oh im-]
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Marc couldn't tell how long it had been since they started. For all he knew, it could've only been a few minutes that passed since his partner decided to cuff his wrists to the bedpost and have their way with him.
It took him some effort but eventually, Marc lifted his head from where it had rolled onto his stretched-out arms to look at [Y/N], who had situated themselves between his thighs and was watching his leaking red cock with a teasing smile. They lifted a hand to slowly trace their index finger along the throbbing vein on his dick, while the other remained fisting the base tightly, causing Marc to whine and thrust his hips upwards for more, for some sort of relief.
"Oh, poor thing. Do you want to cum baby?" They chuckled softly, scratching their nails along Marc's inner thighs as his cock twitched. He wanted so badly to cum, he needed more, but his lover had ensured that wouldn't happen anytime soon.
"I want to draw this out for as long as I can sweetheart. I'm going to keep you on the edge until you're crying until you're begging for my cock, and after that, all you'll do is keep cumming for me. Isn't that right, baby?"
That's what they'd said earlier. Was it an hour ago? It feels like it was an hour ago.
Marc grit his teeth as he felt their hands moving over his cock, one fisting him slowly, fingers wrapped around him just a little tight, while the other teased his head.
"I need you to tell me when you're close yeah?" they whispered, their warm breath washing over his cock, making him shiver. Marc watched as they licked their lips and smiled at him, seemingly waiting for something.
"Marc? Did you hear what I said honey? I need you to tell me when you're close. Can you do that?"
"Yes," he whispered, his hips rising up on their own accord, trying to get those hands back on his cock, or any part of his body really.
"Good."
Honestly, Marc should've seen it coming, but he was so keyed up that he hadn't anticipated what happened in the next few seconds, because suddenly, there was a warm, wet mouth around his cockhead, sucking it with a ferocity that made Marc scream and throw his head back against the pillow.
He was aware that he was saying something, he couldn't tell what, but all he was aware of in that moment was the mouth around his cock (which was now sucking him in further down their throat) as he thrashed against his restraints. His thighs were shaking, and he tensed his muscles as he tried to fight the oncoming orgasm.
"M'close, please, please I need to cum, please let me cum-"
And just like that, he was back on the edge, his hips being pressed down against the bed by an arm while a cockring (he didn't even know where that came from) was being slipped onto his cock, effectively keeping his orgasm at bay.
Marc was vaguely aware of the tears that had fallen down the sides of his face and into his hairline, and he could hear the whines and sobs that escaped his mouth. There might have been a part of him that was embarrassed at the way he was twisting in the sheets, arching his back as he thrust his hips against the air as he cried for relief, but all he could think about was the pressure low in his belly and his throbbing cock.
"Daddy," he whined, trying to move his hands against the cuffs, feeling the cold metal dig into his warm skin. "Please, please I need you."
Marc's eyes had closed shut at some point but they fluttered open when he felt a hand caress his cheek, wiping away the tear tracks that had formed. He sighed as he looked into his [Y/N]'s attentive eyes and leaned his head against their hand, turning to mouth against their palm before slowly pulling a thumb into his mouth, sucking it while looking up with pleading eyes.
Slowly, they pulled their thumb away from Marc's mouth before unlocking the cuffs. Marc knew what was expected of him, so he stayed still, even after the cuffs were completely off. He felt lips on his left wrist, and then his right, before his arms were being pulled back down to rest beside him.
"I love you Marc. I love you so much," they said with a soft smile as they pushed his hair away from his eyes.
"I-I love you too..."
They chuckled, biting their bottom lip in a way that made Marc's toes curl. "Remember that, yeah? 'Cause we're not done baby boy."
Suddenly, Marc's legs were being lifted and bent at the knees, and he was told to hold them up, exposing his ass. He heard the familiar click of the bottle of lube being opened and his thighs began shaking again as he prepared himself for what was coming next.
There was something about watching his partner knelt between his bent legs, one arm bracing them while the other moved slowly to his hole, tracing circles around his puckered rim that made Marc's whole body shake. The lube was still a little cold and it made him flinch when he felt their fingers dip a little into him, before going back to tracing him hole, trying to soothe him into relaxing.
Marc was fully panting now, whining with a combination of [Y/N]'s name and 'daddy' rolling off his tongue. His cock was leaking precum onto his stomach despite the tight cockring. He felt a finger move into him, slowly but surely, up to the second knuckle, deep but not deep enough.
That one finger moved in and out, slowly, until Marc was begging for another finger, for their cock, anything.
A soft kiss against his calf, before another finger joined the first, and this time they moved faster, pressing against his inner walls while the thumb outside massaged the spot just under his balls, making him seize up and fist the sheets in his hands.
"Please, please, fuck me- I need you to fuck me please-" Marc sobbed, thrusting back against the fingers that were now deep inside him. He'd loosened up quite a bit, and he turned his head to eye the strap-on that had been haphazardly thrown onto the bed beside him before they'd started this whole thing. It was big, long, but not too thick, and he clenched around the fingers inside him in anticipation.
"Wait, you'll get what you need in a bit, alright?" they said, eyeing his hole intently as they kept fingering him, switching between shallow and deep thrusts, while scissoring their fingers apart occasionally. On one particular thrust, their fingers brush against a bundle of nerves that has Marc keening and arching his back, moaning weakly as he's denied yet another orgasm. He doesn't know how long it's been still, and his cock is still leaking, twitching where it lays curved against his stomach, and he has half the mind to start yelling and cursing, but he knows that will only make it worse, because [Y/N] might just decide to draw this out even longer, and that's the last thing he wants. As much as he loves this, this thin line between pain and pleasure that he's teetering on, he can't wait to have his lover finally fuck him.
And it looked like he didn't have to wait longer, because [Y/N] was pulling their fingers out of him, before carefully pulling on the strap-on, adjusting the harness until they were satisfied with how it stayed, before crawling up Marc's body, pressing their chests together and grinding the dildo against his hip. Lips pressed against his in a soft kiss, which quickly turned harsh as teeth bit into his bottom lip, making him gasp slightly, prompting their tongues to swirl sensually against each other. Marc could taste himself, and it made him heady with want.
"You ready baby? Ready for daddy's cock?"
All Marc could do was whine in response, as he watched them lean back and grab hold of his legs to situate them around their hips. Quick fingers made a grab for the discarded bottle of lube, before Marc made quick work of lubing up the dildo with one hand while tracing the edge of the harness, watching goosebumps erupt on his lover's skin as his fingers drifted over the exposed skin of their hip.
"I'm ready-" Marc began to say and before he could get all the words out, the dildo was pushing against his rim, slipping and catching against it because of all the lube. It took a couple of tries but the dildo finally pushed into Marc, and he let out a loud moan, pressing his thighs against their hips. There was no real finesse to any of it after that. Both of them were worked up from the long foreplay, and neither of them was in the mood to draw this out any longer, so Marc urged his partner to fuck him hard and deep by pulling their hips closer.
The pace was harsh, as [Y/N] leaned over him, pushing his knees against his chest as they fucked him. Every thrust had Marc gasping and gripping the sheets until eventually he was grabbing onto [Y/N]'s shoulders and pulling them close, mouthing at their neck, biting and licking bruises onto their skin.
Nails dug into hips as [Y/N] continued to thrust into him, managing to find his prostate and grinding right against it over and over again. They were both panting, foreheads pressed close, when [Y/N] moved one of their hands towards Marc's cock, which was red and ruddy, leaking a continuous stream of precum that had smeared against their stomachs by that point. They wrapped their fingers against his cock, pressing their thumb slightly against the head and massaging it, making Marc buck up against their hand which only made [Y/N] slip deeper into him.
"Please, please- I need to cum, please-"
"Shh, I know, I know. I've got you, baby," they whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before carefully pulling the cockring off. This only prompted Marc to continue begging for release, hips grinding harder against the dildo in his ass.
If it weren’t for the firm grip [Y/N] had on his cock, he might have cum on the spot.
Marc bit out a curse. "Oh, I hate you- "
"Tch tch, told you what you were in for, didn't I?" [Y/N] laughed, before whispering, "do you want to stop?
"No, no, keep going. Please."
[Y/N] hummed, pulling their hand away from Marc's cock, and sat up to watch the way Marc's hole clenched against the unmoving dildo. They pulled almost all the way out, thumb tracing Marc's stretched rim.
Eventually, they looked up to find Marc watching them. The sight of him was really something to behold. His lips were swollen from just how much [Y/N] had bitten them, his skin was flushed red, and there were bruises and bite marks all over his neck and shoulders that [Y/N] doesn't even remember leaving on his skin.
"[Y/N]...please...," Marc's bottom lip quivered. It took him every bit of self-control to keep his hands from reaching down and jerking himself off, but he'd come this far. He could only hope that [Y/N] would take pity on him soon.
They smiled, before winking at him and thrusting into him hard, and something about it just set him off, because suddenly Marc's body convulsed and his cock was pulsing as he came all over himself, his cum shooting up so far it hit his chin. [Y/N] gaped at him with slight amusement as Marc's cock continued releasing ropes of cum against his stomach and chest all while he whimpered and keened.
(Marc would later insist that what set him off wasn't the sight of a confident and sexy [Y/N] looking down at him and winking with that smile. It totally was though.)
They slowly pulled all the way out, rubbing their thumbs soothingly along Marc's hips when he winced.
Marc stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily as he came down from the intensity of his prolonged orgasm, his eyes following [Y/N] as they walked towards the bathroom. He heard the water running for a bit before he heard them walk back to the bed and felt the mattress dip under their weight as they crawled towards him and oh-so-gently wiped him down, starting with his chest and stomach, before slowly coaxing him to lift his legs and wipe his sensitive hole.
"Shower now or later?" [Y/N] asked, leaning over Marc on one elbow as they slowly brushed his curls away from his eyes.
"Later."
"Alright," they said, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "How do you feel?"
Marc sighed contentedly. "I feel fucking great."
"Yeah?"
Marc pulled [Y/N] against him, wrapping an arm around their waist before whispering, "Yeah. I love you."
"I love you too Marc."
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