#just two boyfriends yelling at each other in the rain
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When you first meet them
Haruka Sakura
The memories of him spiralled in your mind effortlessly, it's like he managed to implant a part of himself in your head so you'd never forget about him, even if your ex-boyfriend had dumped you for good.
Your body leaned on the railing of the balcony of your home, you wished it all went away, as tears began escaping your eyes and fall down to the concrete ground.
"Huh? Is it raining?" A voice peered out from underneath your feet. Blinking away you immediately shot your eyes out to the bottom. It was late at night and you didn't understand who in the world would be out this late.
A boy with white and black divided hair raised his head up to the sky wondering what those droplets of water had fell onto the peak of his head. He continued humming until he was now staring into the eyes of a random girl making him jump harshly.
"Ah? ...Huh?" He blinked this time making the girl wipe her face confused at why he remained speaking with her.
"Why're you, crying?" He asked.
Suddenly, she blinked away, is this boy really dense? "...I don't know...?" She said back awkwardly. The two stared at each other. She had never encountered this type of situation like this ever in her life. He looked away unsure what to say.
"Well, just... don't, I guess."
You then laughed at how random his solution was which causing him to look back at you in surprise that he managed to uplift your mood without even trying.
After that, you bumped into him the next day.
Hajime Umemiya
Being a transfer student to the school of many delinquents caught many people's attention of the townsfolk causing you to be the most popular talk for a while before you even moved.
Submitting your application form and moving into a secluded area of the town, people didn't come to acknowledge your whereabouts having been so hectic is the Main Street where everyone knew each other. The reason why you transferred to a delinquent school was purely for punishment, after riddling yourself up in a hefty amount of fights at your old school, your parents had enough and sent you away from abroad with your grandparents, what they didn't understand is that you were fighting for justice, not for the enjoyment.
When Umemiya began reading your application, he noticed you purposely or accidentally left your gender blank (you did it on purpose to hide your sex of being a female for the courtesy of the male dominated school), he tried doing a background check on you but nothing helpful appeared for him, and seeing that your application was pretty much legit, he accepted it without much thought, Hiragi had yelled at him but Umemiya only argued back that, "They look like a good person, even if they so happen to become a threat, I'll stop them personally."
The short-tempered man downed stomach pills while saying profanities to himself. After a week had gone by, you were instructed to meet the Top person on the school roof. Since you knew you were now in a fighting school, you were ready for anything but once you got up there, the least you were expecting was a man covered in dirt planting tomatoes and then inviting you to come join him.
He ended up introducing himself and finally took a better look at you, you wore the boys uniform but your physique was still slimmer and toned than his, and right off the bat, he noticed how your face had very feminine features, it almost like you weren't a guy.
And he knew immediately.
"Hajime Umemiya." He raised out his right hand while his left lazily rested on the side of his hip. The edges of his face were dusted with dirt, the white shirt he wore was stained with the brown pebbles colour, and his pants seemed worn out in certain areas.
Hesitantly, you took his hand as he gave you a handshake nearly getting you off your feet.
"I'm already aware of your name, [Last Name] correct?" He smiled warmly. You nodded to ensure him without saying a word till he motioned you to where the numerous plants in large rows of boxes grew in.
"I recommend you to roll up your sleeves, we're going to be here for a while." He turned back at the last second catching you off guard with his cheeky smile. You weren't sure what he was referring about until you spent your first few hours in Bofurin getting to know him.
He eventually told you he knew, you panicked, but thankfully, he promised to keep it a secret.
Toma Hiragi
The constant nitpicking of a ghastly woman kept on his trail which made him want to disappear in plain sight whenever you caught him outside of Bofurin. A week ago, Toma had saved you from a gang threatening you for months. You became their dog, giving them your money, getting them things they asked for, and staying with them if it meant they wouldn't hurt your friends and family. When Hiragi and his second in command took it upon themselves to free you, it turned into a whole fight leading you to get involved with the school, and most importantly, your saviour was non other than the shining knight in armour, Toma.
It was late at night after walking back from going to one of the gangs party they made you go to along with the rest of them, inside the gathering, the only reason why the gang made you come was for you to be their entertainment purpose. They made you wear certain things, say specific comments, and by the end of the night, they let you go after pouring the large pint of juice on your head. Your feet clanked against the cold ground, dressed ridiculously in a torn up shirt, the pants you wore were ripped to pieces, numerous holes, and scratches found air touching the flesh of your legs.
It was embarrassing to live like this but you couldn't do anything. You refused to turn back home so instead you find yourself sitting on a swing alone at the playground, barely any lights flowed in the area and the silence was your only friend. Your head hung low, looking at the holes in your shoes, they gang had made you dress up as a homeless person and made you beg them for food and money as if you were a poor commoner. The memories from the event made you shut your eyes tighter, and hung your body low on the swing set, wishing it would all just come to an end.
"...Please, help me." Your voice whispered out barely forming the words you said.
The sudden footsteps startled your mood causing you to shoot your head back up and look at the person who began making their way up to you. The darkness shadowed the mysterious person, scaring your nerves. Was it someone from the gang? Was it your friends? Was it your Mother or Father? You didn't know, and you could only wait in silence like a stray kitten unaware of any survival skills.
Your eyes remained focused on the being till he filled your vision. It wasn't a gang member nor anyone you knew, but yet, it was an old teenage boy in a schools uniform holding a bag of groceries in his left hand. The two of you maintained eye contact with each other, his eyes lingered over your body, not menacingly like how the men in the gang did, but worriedly at your state.
Finally, his cold hazel eyes shot back to yours making you slightly jump, "You called for help, didn't you?" He started making you blink, "Tell me, what happened to you?"
You blinked once more at him, nearly finding shock and unknown feelings you haven't had in a very long time, "Uh...h." Your voice strained itself, unsure if you should feel threatened by his hard persona but his kind personality.
Slowly, he began walking closer to you till he was face to face with you body. You looked back at him, gawking at his height till he finally crouched down to the ground, his groceries hitting the sand as you stared back at him clutching your arms together even tighter. The short spiky blonde-hair and the way his eyes stared back into yours softly made you rethink a lil your earlier assumptions on you.
"Tell me, what happened to you?" He asked again, this time softly.
Ren Kaji
You two were young too understand that your rivalry would only last till you eventually grew older and finally had some piece of mind to give each other space. From the very start, you two were first introduced to each other after being in the same class. No one quite understood why you had no friends but still didn't bother to commend their efforts in getting to know you, but it was fine in your opinion, especially when the entire class knew about your competitiveness with the hot headed boy in the class, Kaji.
It was years ago since the two of you first met, the moment he finally broke you out of your shell and realized how much of a nuisance you were, he left, expecting you to do the same. But with the bitterness of your heart and head, you let it get the best of you till unexpectedly and constantly began to one up him. It became so normalized in the classroom that even the teacher was aware of the both of your nitpicking at each other. Almost every single day in pre school, the both of you were seen arguing and fighting over whatever till you never showed up to class ever again one day.
Before you moved, Kaji and you had gotten into your first ever physical fight. It was after losing your most precious bracelet, you had blamed the black-haired boy at the time for stealing it. You spoke to no one other than him so it was only reasonable for you to assume that. The boy ultimately defended himself.
"I didn't take it!"
"Yes you did!"
Soon after, you physically reached into any of his pockets trying to find it but he kept pushing you away. It continued till the both of you had forgotten about it and came to a point where now the both of you were just fighting.
The teacher had spotted the both of you fighting after the class began surrounding the two of you wrestling each other on the dirt. Both of you had bruises, clothing ruined, ripped up and dirtied. But for the first time, when Kaji looked back over to you for the last time, you had been crying.
After that, you never returned again.
It wasn't until years had flew by, Kaji was now in second-year of Highschool attending Bofurin until he heard the news that a new family was moving right beside his apartment complex.
He didn't think much of it for a while until it was late at night and he finally returned back home, the both of you stood face to face with each other in shock.
The image of you holding groceries in your hands while boxes outside of your complex continued unpacked stood at the side of your doorstep made him now finally become interested in the family moving in next to his.
"You are..." His voice widowed out making him nearly drop your groceries. The image of the different colour in his hair, his headphones resting around his neck while the key to his apartment rested in his hand.
"[First name]?"
"Ren?"
Taiga Tsugeura
Walking towards your school, you fingers clattered over the text box, telling your Mother what you ate before breakfast annoyed that you already told her right before you left but it seems like she had forgotten again. Not paying to your surroundings, right when you turned to the corner, the only thing you were face to face with was a big wall nearly deflecting you as your forehead crashed onto the hard cushioning.
Cushioning?
The phone in your hand crashed onto the floor as another clanking noise was heard.
"Tsugeura! I told you to watch where you're going!" An unknown voice called behind the thing you bumped into. Your hand kept on your forehead, wincing at the pain that seemed to fade away rather quickly. Usually, bumping your head on a wall would take a while for the pain to go away, this time, it was a quick and short feeling? You didn't understand what was going on until you opened your eyes back up. In front of you stood a large orange-haired man, his white headband keeping his frizzy hair in place. He stared back at you in silence while your facial expression stared back in fear.
"Um, hello—"
"YAAA!" The dreading scream caused the other males behind the large boy to jump up as well.
The man presumably called Tsugeura slightly winced his eyes out of confusion.
The image of an extremely well defined teenage boy wearing a tang top underneath his unbuttoned uniform shirt scared you shitless. His pants were rolled up, showing off the pure muscle in his calves accompanied by its his plain flip flops and wrist bands. Needless to say, you automatically assumed he was a delinquent ready to beat you up for bumping into him.
Instantly, you backed up meters away from him, putting both your fists up in a defensive manner, "A b-b-bad guy!" You continued to yell causing the orange-haired man to twist his head in confusion until he noticed your fighting position, he didn't understand what was happening till his eyes focused on the way your fists and hands were up. In a split second he smiled happily before raising his fists up in the air as well.
"Wow, would you like to challenge me to a due—!? GHHK!"
Behind him, a startled-blonde haired student and a pink-haired boy with numerous piercings on his face had punched the back of the large boys head making you gawk at the sight. Your eyes blinked continuously as you heart rate began to slow down, in front of you, the orange-haired man that was once facing off you had started to get scolded by all of the people around him which you assumed was his friends. Soon after, a man with an eyepatch and exquisite earrings approached you with a kind smile while holding out your phone for you to retrieve.
"I apologize on behalf of his behaviour, we didn't mean any harm when accidentally bumping in to you, and here's your phone." He smiled with his eyes closed. Still trying to process what was happening, the background noises of the Tsugeura getting scolded by all of them, you took back your phone from the same boy who wore the exact uniform as the rest of them walked away to where the orange-haired man was getting jumped. All of them calmed down by his presence and from what you saw, the eyepatch boy whispered something in his ear before looking back at you smiling. By now, your heart slowed down as you watched the muscular teenager approach you sturdily.
Once he was face to face with you, you looked back at him with an unsure face until he suddenly bowed down causing a gust of wind to flush your face.
"Forgive me! I wasn't watching where I was going and immediately thought you wanted to fight even though you were scared!" He shouted out loud causing you to blink repeatedly at his apology. He then stood back up, placing his face extremely close to yours at what seemed like an uncomfortable position. He was waiting for your response.
After a few seconds of keeping eye contact with him, you blinked away before you spoke, "It's, okay. I apologize too." You admitted, this time he was surprised, he stood back up as he watched you gently bow down, "Forgive me for yelling at you and assuming you were a bad guy."
Once you got back up, you realized he continued staring at you with no shame or remorse causing you to grow shy, the others had taken note of this and began looking back at each other to see if the other knew what was happening. They didn't.
Suddenly, the boy in front of you spoke out again, "Hey.... you're, pretty cute?" He said almost as if he was questioning how good you looked.
Instantly, the time seemed to pause as silence overshadowed the group behind him while you remained in shock, did a random Highschool boy just compliment you?
"C-can I have your number??!!" He asked sparing no time which made you and the others jump even higher.
Mitsuki Kiryu
The face of the numerous piercing plastered on his face made you nearly want to jump out of your position. Not to mention his long dyed pink hair, accompanied with the rugged clothing and the fact he was wearing a uniform from the school of delinquents made you even regret ever deciding to take his request of looking for a tutor.
The two of you had met in a library for the first time as an introduction, all you knew he was about your age, possibly a little younger due to the fact you were just a year higher than him. Even so, why is a mere first year student even allowing you run in your mind in circles trying to figure out if he was going to turn you tutor sessions into just harassment sessions.
He sat in the seat in front of you with his cat-like smile, "I apologize for the wait, I was caught up in a fight earlier." He said ever too happily. He continued on to question you but your thoughts began running wild.
'Fight! That must mean he was fighting with somebody?! How would one even get caught up in that situation? Was he just bothering someone for fun? Perhaps they bumped into him which aggravated him! Then he must have took them by the collar and shoved them to a wall anD THEN HE—!'
"...Are you okay...?" He asked.
Your eyes blinked, making eye contact with him. That's when you noticed his eyes were the exact same shade of emerald green.
"Green."
Silence overfilled the two of you as he sat there awkwardly.
"...What?" He stifled a laugh causing you to finally understand what you had just said.
The heat began rushing to your cheeks as your eyes widened as far as they could go before he began to speak out once again.
"My name is Mitsuki Kiryu. I'm hoping your actual name isn't Green..." His laugh had peeked out again.
That's when you realized he had initially asked you for your name.
Hayato Suo
You hated being graceful, you hated being a well kept women otherwise, it would be lady-like. You hated it all. So when your Mother had introduced you to her friend's son at a very young age, the both of you were the exact opposites of each other.
He always wanted to stay inside and read books about mythical stories about Chinese culture while you on the other hand had always wanted to play outside in the grass to make mud pies. The two of you never disliked each other, in fact, you got quite along during your youthful days. Both of your Mother's had decided to place you in the same elementary school, having done that, the both of you always grew along side each other. To others, your relationship to others was viewed as the impossible, none of them could figure out how the both of you were able to tolerate one another.
And yet, you never got into serious fights.
It wasn't up till secondary-school where your Mother found out that Suo wanted to attend a delinquent school. She didn't dare to place you there so that was when you continued to follow up in a nearby Highschool. Even though you two were separated, the both of you continued to make time for each other, and once his friends from his school had spotted the both of you hanging out on the weekend lead Nirei spread the information quickly.
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SPOILERS FOR LIKE, ALL OF THE SANDMAN
Concerning Dream and Hob’s meetings:
If they are able to adapt The Sandman all the way through The Wake, what i hope is that when they adapt this moment in The Kindly Ones, they frame it in a way that parallels the scene in The Sound of Her Wings. In both of these moments Hob is standing in the street telling Dream the truth, that what Dream is doing is essentially running away from the people he cares about all for the sake of his pride, and in both cases Dream’s nature keeps him from fully accepting it. Even though in the latter he is much more kind about it.
Their relationship is something that is definitely played up to be more romantic in the show than it was in the comics (not that I'm complaining) but in both cases it’s clear how much the two care about each other.
#the sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dreamling#men of good fortune#the kindly ones#The Wake is going to tear me apart when they get to it in like 15 years#just two boyfriends yelling at each other in the rain
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"Forgive me." part ii, jjk men.
-in which you make up after a fight. part i.
toji, satoru, and nanami. (f)
genre, warnings. fluff, just pure fluff this time | none! |
notes i. so many of you requested for part two since the first one was just pure angst, so here it is, also wish me luck on my exams!
Toji. Rain is like a gentle symphony of tiny, rhythmic drumbeats. Each droplet dances and caresses the world, creating a soothing melody as it kisses the ground. The air carries a fresh, earthy scent, and the sound of raindrops provides a tranquil experience, turning the surroundings into a serene, tactile sensation.
You got out of the car where tension started to build up, not caring about the rain and how you were drenched from head to toe when you got inside your home. it was fine, you can manage being a little soaked. you closed the front door behind you with slight force, your face muscles weren't relaxing, you were still upset.
how could you just forget about the things he said? it hurted you. and you didn't even hear a single sorry from him.
you scoffed at the thought, taking your soaked coat before hanging it on the hanger.
your heels clicking against the floor as you make your way to the kitchen. giving little attention to the drop of temperature in the room. grabbing yourself a glass of water and drinking it.
"you should go shower." that deep voide of his that makes you feel like you're drowning everytime, made you gulp the liquid in your mouth hard.
"leave me alone." you bite at him, placing the glass of water on the counter with a little force indicating you were still angry, "jerk." you mumbled.
about to pass your boyfriend to head to your bedroom, you were stopped by his arm gripping on your upper arm. you looked at him with a slight widened eyes, "let go of me."
"no." toji simply refuses, you clicked your tongue followed with a glare towards him.
there was a pause, you were waiting for him to say the words. to say he didn't mean anything he said back there. but it never came, the only thing that came was his lips pressing against yours.
you instantly pushed him away by pressing your hands against his chest, "get off me."
"y/n." his voice, it was soft. not the usual sacrastic and smug tone he always has. for once it was serious and soft, it was almost as if you can feel his voice, it was gentle, "I'm sorry."
whenever fighting with toji, it's a heck of a fight for sure. he was never the guy to admit he's wrong or say sorry first, so right now... it was a first, this was the first time he ever crossed the line by yelling at you in public but also, this was the first where he apologized first.
your lips met in a tender dance, a convergence of shared emotions. Time seemed to pause, allowing the delicate exchange of feelings to unfold. The kiss held a symphony of sensations – a mixture of softness, warmth, and the subtle electricity of connection. In that fleeting moment, the world around them blurred, leaving only the intimate exchange of a promise, a whisper of shared passion that lingered in the air.
toji backed away slightly before looking right into your eyes, there was a pause before you spoke, "for once you lost a fight."
"well... it's better than losing you."
Satoru. he was never the man you can ever think of being faithful to one woman. before you he was a lost playboy, everyone knew that old habits never die and that's exactly the situation of your boyfriend.
you have been beating up yourself by tolerating such a man like himself. now it was the after math of the fight, both of you standing in front of each other with mere inches seperating you both from touching each other. his eyes held great longing in them and mostly guilt to whatever he has caused you.
he knew you didn't deserve it, he was a fucking waste of time and you... you needed something better, "I'm sorry, baby."
who was he kidding? he was gojo satoru, if you deserved someone better then, he'll be better.
"I know I fucked up, but stay with me until I completely fix myself." He says, this was never the things old satoru would say, he only thinks for his self, he didn't care if one judged his being, he didn't care what others simply think, he was his own person but now, he want nothing than to fix your thoughts of him after seeing how hurt you were because of him.
you loved him and it was the rare kind of love. you accepted the boy in all kinds of way, in his different kind of shapes.
"until when, satoru?"
he paused, he sees your eyes building up with tears again and he feels his knees getting weak because of them, "until our last breath."
your eyes widened, a tear leaving the premises of your eyelids without permission just like that.
"stay with me, let's find all the answers to all of our hows."
that single sentence took your breath away and before you knew it, his hand goes up to your cheeks before holding both sides gently. your heart completely surrenders in his sorrow.
As the evening unfolded its quiet embrace, you found solace in a shared intimacy. your foreheads gently leaned against each other, creating a bridge between two worlds. In that simple touch, a fusion of tenderness and understanding emerged, an unspoken language of affection. Time seemed to stand still as you both reveled in the quiet connection, finding comfort in the shared warmth that emanated from the closeness of your foreheads touching, creating a moment suspended in the gentle cadence of their love.
Nanami. the blonde man watches your back facing him as you sat on your side of the bed, he takes off his tie before placing it on his bed side table, his eyes not taking off of your figure.
his heart constantly breaking at this sight of you, you were right there, yet you felt so far away. he sighs, he messed up, he literally messed up badly.
he can see the way your shoulders move, the usual movement of the shoulders whenever someone is sobbing. he can hear the quiet sniffles of your nose you wanted so bad to keep quiet but he still can hear it. he can't forgive himself, not when he made you like this.
"my love?" he calls out softly, his voice sweet and gentle. showing no signs of hurting you.
you don't reply to him, instead, he gets a sob in reply. you couldn't hold it in, you were hurting and keeping quiet was just too hard. not when you're balling your eyes out without making a sound, it was something to be applaud of.
"I'm deeply sorry for our fight earlier, I crossed the line." he explains, his eyes still on your figure no matter what, "I'm willing to fix it with you again, I know we always do."
your figure sits up from the bed, your legs hanging from the side of the bed with your back still facing him and still crying, "you pained me, nanami."
he swore he heard his heart completely shattering, and before you knew it. he was already crouching in front of you.
Under the weight of your words, his eyes, once sharp and guarded, softened. The hardness that had lingered in his gaze melted away, replaced by a vulnerability that mirrored the tenderness in his heart.
it was as if a curtain had been drawn back, revealing the depth of his emotions, and in that moment, his softened eyes spoke volumes, conveying a silent understanding and a willingness to open up to the connection you both shared.
"I'm sorry, it hurts me to know that you're hurting because of me." he says in a gentler way, afraid he might hurt you again.
"You're a big meany." you say, wiping your tears away along with a hit on his buff chest, trying to make yourself feel better.
he laughs softly, grabbing your small hands in his large ones before placing it right on his cheeks enjoying the warmth coming from your own skin, the way your skin felt so soft against his, it felt so right.
"I deserve the most painful punishment in this world." he says, your puffy eyes finally looks back at his, "because I pained you. remember my love, it is you I can not sacrifice."
words in the fight he didn't mean, but right now, as both of you connect to the passion you both had. he meant those words more than anything in the world, and that is what you should be taking in.
as your arms entwined, it felt like a seamless fusion of warmth and connection. The embrace was a silent language, conveying emotions that words struggled to capture. In that moment, the world outside faded, leaving only the comforting embrace of shared vulnerability.
The gentle squeeze held promises of understanding, solace, and an unspoken promise to weather life's storms together. It was a sanctuary in a single gesture, where two souls found solace in the simple act of holding each other close.
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Actor toji! With actress yn where they still keep kissing each other even after the director yelled cut and the scene was over😭😭 that too a RAINY KISS SCENE jdjdhsahah, until somebody yells cut again and everybody starts laughing and they just pull apart slowly like☹️☹️
omg this is so cute 😭😭😭
rain kisses!
⤷ actor!toji x actress/actor!reader
sfw, short fic, kissing, all lines in the acting dialogue are from ‘the notebook’ as i cannot write scenes -_-
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“..and…action!”
you stop laughing after that failed take and get into scene, the rain machine pouring over you and toji’s heads, drenching you both.
even though you have been acting with toji for over 2 years, after you two began dating, you find it hard to take working with him seriously, even in romantic roles.
“why didn’t you write me?!” you shout at toji. well. not exactly toji but…you know.
“why?! it wasn’t over for me!” you continue, acting out your lines splendidly as you dress begins to cling to your body and your hair sticks to your damp face.
“i waited for you for seven years. and now it’s too late! you cry out as “toji” makes his way towards you.
“i wrote you three hundred and sixty five letters.” he states, staring at you intensely. he didn’t need to act out his desire your attraction to you. the chemistry you both shared was authentic, nobody could deny that. “i wrote you everyday for a year!”
“you wrote me?”
“yes!”
“you-” you cut yourself off, looking away for extra effect.
“it wasn’t over.” he declare. toji’s eyes flicker to your lips then back to your eyes and you know he’s planning something silly. “it still isn’t over!”
he grabs your face, pulling you to him and shoving his mouth onto yours, harshly moving his lips wet lips over yours as the rain washes over you both. it was so just so dramatic.
“annndddd…cut!” the director calls, pleaded with how the scene turned out.
but you and toji…do not take heed to what is said. it only makes you tug him closer, sopping faces pressed against one another as you both make out like your lives are on the line.
“i said cut!” the director yells again. you and toji only continue your little performance, toji grabbing onto your hips as he dips you down unexpectedly and continues kissing you. a gasp leaves your both before he’s smothering you once again.
“cut!” the director shouts once more. at this point everyone is in a fit of laughs over your display, not even intervening. “cut! that’s enou- okay i’m done.” the director just drops his script and starts to walk away.
finally, you and toji pull away, grinning like idiots and swings you up in the air to carry you bridal style.
“toji!” you exclaim and hit his shoulder. you cover your face in embarrassment, as if you hadn’t just made out with your boyfriend in front of one hundred people. crew members rush over to provide you with towels which you gladly accept.
toji looks to the director, who stands with hands on hips, appearing disappointed. “how’s that for a take, huh?”
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a/n: he’s (toji) so silly 🙁
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OHMAMI : K.HongJoong
🛵 : (mentioned)motorcyclist!HongJoong, badboy!HongJoong
📙 : After getting into a harsh argument with your boyfriend, things seem to get worse when the car breaks down, leaving you both stranded in the rain. So, not being to take it anymore, you call HongJoong to pick you and just drop you off at home. However, it seems he has other plans with you, tonight.
⚠ : mentions of vaping, slight cheating (if you don't take talking about breaking up as breaking up), unprotected sex
🎶 : OHMAMI - Chase Atlantic, Rude Boy - Rihanna, Deja Vu - Beyonce, Inception - ATEEZ
💕: Unprotected sex, vaping during sex (HJ does it once), complete bad boy HJ, passionate to rough, oral (m+f receiving), use of handcuffs, multiple orgsam (reader), taking a video/picture, biting, fingering
->Bambi's notes : I actually love this one so much, plus I love oreo HJ a lot lol. This may be one of my favorites.
(B/N = Boyfriend's name, HJ is just a shorter version of HongJoong.)
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You always thought relationships should be easy. No, they should be. So why were you yelling at your boyfriend of 2 years in his old ass car on the side of the highway during a goddam rainstorm, when you should be home in bed?
"No, don't put this on me, B/N! All I asked you to do was block her number and you can't even do that! I asked you to do this almost two months ago and you're still texting her?!"
Oh, that's why- your boyfriend refused to cut off his previous fling. When you both started dating, you met her under the lie that she was his sister. You found that weird because, for the year you had known him before you both had begun dating, he had never mentioned any other siblings, nor did his parents. So imagine your surprise when you hear his phone buzzing in the middle of the night to see a text from her saying "I know we agreed to stop sleeping with each other, but I need you, tonight. The toys don't feel as good as you."
Now, when you first read it, you were in shock as Sweet Home Alabama blasted in your head. But, then you became rightfully upset. You thought about it all night until the next day, bringing it up with him during breakfast. And when you saw the color absolutely drain from his face, you knew he had some explaining to do. That's when he told you the truth: she was his friend and ex-fling. He had agreed to break it off when you and him began dating, but she seemed to think otherwise. You could remember how hard you gripped the spatula at his words, not being able to understand why he had not only lied to you, making you believe that she was your sister, but that she still thought it was alright to text you something like that.
After a few weeks of him apologizing, you told him that the only way you would get closure was for him to block her number. You thought that since she didn't respect his wishes to end it, then she wasn't a friend he should keep around. He agreed to do that for you.
No, he promised.
So when you saw her at the party you and your boyfriend were attending together, and noticed the way she seemed to look at him, you knew something was up. Your feeling then got worse when you noticed how often your boyfriend was on his phone and how much effort he put into keeping it from your view. Your feeling was then confirmed when you got in the car later and the bright message came onto the car's screen: I promise. Y/N won't know about us.
That now led to the argument you and your boyfriend were having on the side of a highway during heavy rain in his car. As your voices continued to rise, you knew that this conversation wouldn't be going anywhere. You needed to go home and just be away from him, and maybe drink some of your favorite wine. "You know what, B/N? Whatever. No, seriously whatever. Take me home." Your voice was almost deadpan and broken due to all the yelling that had just been happening. Your boyfriend sighed, flicking his wrist to turn the car in the ignition as he tried to turn the car on, mumbling his own "whatever." However, the car didn't turn on. He continued to try and turn it on, sighing when he noticed the E flashing on his dashboard.
You felt a spark of annoyance fill you once more as you realized that he didn't fucking put gas in the car like you had suggested he do for days. Sometimes, it felt like taking care of a child and talking to a wall. "Fuck. What are you going to do?" You didn't hide your annoyance in your voice as B/N rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone. Your eyes then instantly zoomed in on the name on the top of his messages. You then cursed when you noticed he was texting her to drop off some gas for the car, and then sending her his location. You felt your body heat up as you met his eyes. Out of all the people he knew, he chose her, the subject of the argument to come drop off gas?
"Really, her? You couldn't pick someone else?" You asked, crossing your arms as your boyfriend pinched his nose, mumbling a small "shut up, Y/N."
That was your last straw.
You took out your own phone, opening your own messages to click on your close friend, HongJoong. You'd be dammed if you saw his "sister", ex-fling, or whatever she actually was to him, and let her help you get home tonight. You'd find another way.
Your eyes zoomed in on the keyboard as you quickly typed out a quick SOS message and your location to HongJoong. Within a few moments, you were not only gifted with a read receipt but with a message saying "On my way." Good ole HongJoong- would drop anything to come help you.
"Who are you texting?" Your eyes narrow at your boyfriend, his question making you hot once more. You don't respond, choosing to scroll through social media till HongJoong got here. You hoped he would get here before the other woman got here.
Well, you seemed to be lucky tonight, because soon parked his black hellcat in front of your boyfriend's car, then texted you "here. come on, princess."
While you were gathering your things, your boyfriend narrowed his eyes at the car, looking at it through the rain before he realized who that car belonged to. You knew how your boyfriend felt about HongJoong, which also drove you to choose him to come pick you up. Your boyfriend and HJ didn't mix well- your boyfriend hated how HJ always seemed to have his arm wrapped around you, a smirk on his lips when he talked to you, or how he constantly used nicknames with you. HJ, on the other hand, thought your boyfriend was shady and annoying. You smirked as you grabbed your bag, only for your wrist to be grabbed by your boyfriend, his voice now tense as he spoke. "Really, him? You really couldn't wait for-"
"You told me to shut up. Take me leaving as me shutting up" you hissed, ripping your wrist from his grip as you made sure you had everything. Before you could open the car door, though, your boyfriend spoke one more time. "If you get in his car, we're breaking up."
Now, what kind of threat was that? You rolled your eyes before you opened the car door, allowing the rain to hit your body as you met your boyfriend's eyes for the last time that night. "Fine. We're done. Fuck you and have fun fucking your sister." And with that, you slammed the car door closed, making your way to HJ's warm car. When you sat down in the passenger seat, you were met with HJ wearing his signature black hoodie and ripped jeans. He had his half-blonde, half-black hair styled, rings over his fingers, and a fruit punch-flavored vape snug in one hand. When you met his eyes, you noticed his new eyebrow piercing that seemed to glint in the streetlights.
"So, do you want to tell me now or later why I'm picking you up on the side of the highway from your boyfriend's car?" He asked, smiling at you softly as picked up his vape, taking a deep breath of the flavored nicotine before rolling down his window, breathing out the smoke before returning his attention to you. You don't know how many times you had told him to stop vaping, but he always seemed to ignore your words, but respectfully- not vaping around you in closed areas, not pushing out the smoke in your direction, not taking you to the vape shop with him, etc. You always appreciated it, for some weird reason.
"No. Just take me home. It's a long story that I do not want to relive right now." HJ noticed the annoyance in your voice, chuckling before turning his car on, the expensive car revving to life before he simply said "whatever you say, princess"
~>~
"So, like I had told you a while ago, he was still talking to his "sister?" You rolled your eyes at the playful tone in HongJoong's voice as he drove, shaking his head as he approached a red light. When you had told him about the whole situation, you hoped he would comfort you first, then make fun of it. But, deep down, you knew better. "I thought I had made it pretty obvious that I didn't want him talking to her. Then he had the nerve to say that if I got in your car, then he would break up with me."
"Woah, Y/N. So it's over?" HongJoong turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow hopefully. You shook your head as you rested it against the window, watching as the remaining rain drops from the rain storm moved down his windshield. You knew it wasn't really over. He said that in the heat of the moment and you knew that this needed an actual conversation because you knew B/N. He always said something in an argument to leave you a sting of pain.
Your attention soon returned to the street signs as the car moved, your eyebrows furrowing as you realized that this isn't the way to your house, but to HongJoong's. When you mentioned it to him, he only chuckled before he said "Y/N, princess, come on. You really think I would let you go home where I know that you're going to down a bottle of wine by yourself and cry? Why would I, being the great friend that I am, let you do that? So, you're staying with me at my house. No exceptions." You tried to argue weakly with him, but it was obvious that he wasn't going to change his mind. You relaxed back in the seat, watching the familiar street signs move as he drove.
The car soon stopped in front of his garage, the lights on inside to show you that he instantly left when you sent him that text. That thought made you smile. "Hold on, princess." Before you could leave the car, you felt his hand wrap around your wrist, the same way your boyfriend's had, but only more gentle. You turned to meet his eyes as his fingers gently moved over the skin on your wrist, his eyes glimmering with something bad...almost naughty as he looked at you. "Even though I know you know this about me, just remember that I'm the type of man to take what someone says at face value...and since your little boyfriend, no ex, said that if you got in my car, it's over, and you got in my car..."
HongJoong let his words trail off as he lifted your wrist to his lips, pressing a small kiss to it before gently biting it with teeth, making you gasp softly. He smiled more against your wrist before he dropped your hand from his grasp, shooting you a wink before grabbing his vape and car keys, making his way inside. HongJoong had a thing for you for the longest time, it only growing when he saw you with B/N. He felt protective and almost territorial over you, not hesitating to wrap his arm over your shoulder or call you a variety of nicknames even though he knew you were taken. He knew that he could be a better man for you, no, that he was the better man for you. He just needed to see if you felt the same way.
You sat in shock in his car, noticing how slow he was putting his key into the door, as if he was waiting for you. You scrambled to grab your bag and phone before jogging up to join him at the front door, making him chuckle. "There you are, princess. I thought you were going to try and spend the whole night sleeping in my hellcat."
Your mind was still scrambled due to HongJoong's actions, not responding to his comment as you follow him into the house. You smiled at the familiar scent, along with the various motorcycle items on the kitchen counter, all polished. You smiled as you dragged one of your fingers along the helmet, smiling more at the reflection of you and HJ. "You know, you still haven't taken me on a ride on your prized motorcycle. You promised me for my birthday last year that you would" You laugh softly as he rolls his eyes, approaching you with his own smile as he moves to press his chest against yours, making you back up against the counter and helmet. "I rushed to go pick you up from your goddam boyfriend and this is how you treat me, Y/N? I'm offended" You bite your lip softly as one of his hands moved to your lower back, right above your ass as he whispers "plus, you can ride something else, tonight."
You didn't know where HongJoong suddenly obtained the confidence to say such things and touch you like this, but it made you almost dizzy. You had never felt that way for your boyfriend when he did this stuff to you, but HongJoong seemed to have your mind already fuzzy, all from a flirty joke and his touch alone. "Tell me, Y/N, have you ever thought about me when you're with B/N? Do you ever wish you were in my car or in my house when you were with him?" HongJoong raised an eyebrow as he spoke, his hand moving slowly up the small of your back as his fingers poke the under the your shirt, making you sigh. "Do you ever wish it was me touching you like that? Don't you wish you were in my bed, my lips all over you, making you feel so much better than your fucking ex?" You didn't have a response, but he knew. He had seen how your eyes linger on his lips when they're wrapped around his vape, how you get when he wraps his arm over your shoulder, how you seem to call him first when something happens so he can comfort you. You have female friends who could comfort you, but you always seem to want him first.
Your mind was dizzy, trying to remind you about B/N, but you couldn't. HJ had you in a trance...and he wasn't wrong.
You met him in a hungry kiss, running your hands through his hair as his hands move under your shirt, working on removing your bra. You gasped softly into the kiss as he skillfully removed your bra, pulling it from under your top before he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. The kiss seemed to become hotter as he began to walk you both to his bedroom, his groans coming through the kiss as you ground against him. Your eagerness only made him more horny, kicking open his bedroom door before he pressed you against the first wall he saw, your back now against one of his posters as he continued to kiss you, his tongue pushing into your mouth as his fingers push up your top.
"Fuck, Joong," You gasped as your breasts became exposed to the cold bedroom air, the nipples hardening as HongJoong tossed away the fabric. He smirked softly, glad that you're already saying his name. But, he has things to attend to.
Your eyes close as his lips wrap around one of your nipples, the other one getting pinched and rolled by one of his hands. Your legs seem to tighten around his waist, arching your back as his teeth seem to graze over your nipple before he switches, giving the other one the same treatment as he says "wouldn't want this other one to be jealous." You didn't care, running your hands through his hair as he slowly kissed down your breasts, licking along your stomach as he got onto his knees. You never thought you'd see him on his knees, but it did something for you. He roughly pulled down your pants, tossing them away haphazardly before he gripped your legs, placing them onto his shoulders as he looked up at you with hooded eyes.
"You know, I've always wondered if you have pretty panties. Based on all the bathing suits you've worn, it always made me hard to think that you had pretty little panties that could get ruined by your naughty pussy" You didn't have a chance to respond to his words as he pushed your underwear to the side, licking a long strip up your pussy slowly before going back to dive his tongue into you. Your back once again arched against the wall as he played with your folds, taking his time tasting and licking every crevice of you. You hummed against his face, rolling your hips against his face as he sped up.
"Good girl, baby." HongJoong gently pulls back from your pussy, spitting back into it before he sped up his movements, his mind filled with only thoughts of pleasing you, getting you off on his tongue right against his wall. You can't help but moan louder as he speeds up, one of his hands moving up your body to grip your neck as he moans loudly into your pussy, the vibrations pushing you closer to your orgsam. HongJoong smiles as he notices how much louder you've gotten, his tongue now curling and speeding up as he fucks you with his tongue. His eyes never left yours as he squeezed around your neck, his own moan getting louder as your eyes begin to roll back. "Come on baby. Cum for me." He lowly praised you as you came, his tongue only slowing down when you began to whine.
As you slowly come down from your high, you feel HongJoong move you from the wall to the bed, roughly dropping you onto the bed before he begins to strip himself. You turned your head to see him standing in front of you, completely naked with his hand wrapped around his thick cock, moving along his length slowly as he watched you. You could feel your mouth and body regain all of your energy as you watched him, a small moan leaving your lips as his thumb moved along his tip, gathering his precum before chuckling. You sat up on your knees as he moved to sit on the bed in front of you, his free hand gripping your jaw to make sure you met his eyes.
HongJoong had many fantasizes about you, but seeing you right now on your knees in front of him in his bedroom did something to him. He felt like he could cum right at the sight, but he wanted to wait.
His eyes continued to meet yours as his precum covered thumb moved to your lips, watching as you slowly opened your mouth to wrap around it, your tongue moving to meet it as you licked and sucked it clean. He couldn't help but smirk, his eyes darkening once more as his cock twitched.
"I knew it, Y/N. You're absolutely filthy." He chuckled, humming as he moved his thumb around your mouth before pulling it from your lips, smirking at the string of saliva you left connecting to his thumb. You nodded at his words, willing to agree to whatever he said in that moment. HongJoong chuckled at your nod, laying down on the bed with his head against your knees. You looked at him with confusion across your face as he grabbed his vape, your hands running through his hair as he slowly blows out the flavored air. At the feeling of your hands in his hair along with the rush from the vape, he couldn't help but close his eyes. It felt nice, despite the fact that you both were naked and horny still, this moment was something he had always wanted with you. But, his twitching dick needed to be attended to.
"Sit on my face."
The moment was quickly shattered at his words, your eyes widening as your hands stilled in his hair. He slowly opened his eyes to see your reaction, your wide eyes making him laugh. "Come on, Y/N, don't be so shocked. Who wouldn't want you to sit on their face?" You could feel your cheeks heat up, smacking his shoulder as he laughed more. His blunt words had you stunned, but the idea did make you wet once more.
"I've never done it before, though" You had wanted to with B/N, but the opportunity never came up as well sex with him was...bland. HongJoong hummed as he kissed your knee and thighs, shrugging before he looked up at you once more. "And? Who better to do it with than with me?" You gasped as he gripped your knees, spreading them open before his hands moved up your sides, pulling you closer to his body to almost crawl over him. You let him move you, placing your hands on the bed as they sat on either side of his legs. You couldn't help but notice his thick cock once more leaking precum as his hands move up your thighs and ass, gripping your flesh as he hummed. He spread you open before his hands gripped your hips, pulling you back so you could sit on his open mouth. At first, you tried to not fully sit down as you were scared of crushing him, but that only made him groan loudly in annoyance, his teeth meeting the inside of your thigh before roughly pulled you down onto his mouth.
Your head immediately fell back as his tongue eagerly moved around your pussy, his moans now louder. In this position, his tongue could go deeper into you, but he could also feel and grip your ass.
"Fuck, you taste so good. I knew someone as hot as you would have such a naughty pussy, Y/N." HongJoong gripped your hips more as his lips wrapped around your clit, chuckling when he felt your thighs shake. You felt like you couldn't sit up straight anymore, leaning forward so your hands were once again against the bed, your hips still making sure to press down again his mouth. Your moans got louder the deeper his tongue moved in you, his rings adding to the experience as he gripped your ass, spreading you open just the way he wanted. Your head soon turned to see his cock still leaking, you mouth watering once more as you thought of his taste you had on his thumb.
HJ felt you move, raising an eyebrow. "Y/N, why are you- oh my fucking god, baby"
His head fell back as you took him into your mouth, his mouth open as you licked along his length. He was going to ask you later on if you wanted to suck him off, but having you now in this position was just as good, if not better. He chuckled breathlessly as you shook your ass, reminding him of what he should be doing. He licked his lips before his focus returned, one of his hands coming down to smack your ass, moaning deeply with you as you moan around his cock, one of his fingers moving along your pussy before pushing into you. He tossed his head back again as you moaned louder around him, not hesitating to begin to fuck you with his finger while his other hand slowly moved up your back to your head, pushing you down around his cock before he began to fuck up into your throat, chuckling whenever you choked or gurgled around his cock.
"Don't act like you can't take this cock, Y/N. We both know you're a naughty girl," he tsked, his hand moving from your hair back to your ass as he gripped it, moving it so he could watch his finger enter and disappear in you only to reappear covered in your wet juices. You moaned loudly at his words, pressing your nose down against him as you held him in your throat for a few seconds, making him moan before smacking your ass again, a small "good girl" leaving his lips in praise before he added another finger into you, curling it.
You felt your second orgsam approach as he moved his fingers faster, his hand moving to grip your hair as he tugged you off his cock, wanting to hear you moan his name louder as his fingers plunged into you at a rough pace. With him repeatedly hitting your spot and with how hard he was gripping your hair, you knew your orgsam was going to hit fast and hard, just like how you both wanted.
"Joong, I'm so close, don't stop" you moaned, your own body moving back and forth to meet his fingers' movements, making him not only moan, but move even faster. He placed a small kiss and bite to your thigh as it began to shake, curling his fingers once more as you began to shake around them. He praised you as you came, his hand moving from your hair to smack your ass gently, moving his body so you could lay down against the bed. He licked his fingers as he watched you shake gently against the bed, feeling like you could fall asleep right there. But, the feeling of sleep went away when you felt his hands move up your body to your shoulders, the tip of his cock now pressing against your entrance.
"Don't fall asleep on my now, Y/N. I still haven't came yet, nor have you got to wet my cock." You gripped the sheets as you tried to sit up to try and explain that you couldn't move your legs, but he seemed to beat you to it. You rested your head against the bed as he stood up from the bed, walking out of the room. You rested against the bed as you tried to wonder what he was doing especially after what he had said. You had never came twice from someone, especially that hard and without them even using their cock. A part of you couldn't help but be excited at the idea of him fucking you though, especially with how thick it felt in your throat.
HJ soon returned to your sight, his naked body leaning against the doorway as he looked at you. You couldn't see his hands, but you noticed how his eyes slowly moved over your body, admiring it once more as his cock twitched again. He wanted to see it once more before he ruined you, knowing that when he was done having you cum all over his cock, you both were going to be too exhausted to do anything else.
"Tell me, baby, did B/N ever... experiment with you?" You raised an eyebrow at his words, shaking your head at his words. "No, it was always pretty vanilla, why?"
"Well, that's such a shame, isn't it? He should always be looking for new ways to pleasure you, make you scream his name, to make you cum the hardest, right?" You nodded at his words, making him smile. His smile looked mischievous and evil, his tongue coming out to lick along his bottom lip before he fully pushed open the bedroom door, showing a small grey digital camera in one hand and a pair of handcuffs in the other. He slowly approached the bed, his fingers playing with the handcuffs as his eyes locked in one yours. His eyes were dark- like you were being hunted.
"I wouldn't want you to forget about our night together, Y/N. I want you to hold any other man who you sleep with to my standards, princess." He tossed the items onto the bed before he gripped your jaw, pulling you close to him, his lips hovering right over yours. You couldn't help but lean in close to try and kiss him, but he quickly pulled back, chuckling at your pout before he shook his head. "No, no, baby. Let me set you up first, then we can maybe kiss"
"Well then, hurry up" HJ chuckled at your eagerness, despite just not being able to move a few minutes ago. But, nonetheless, he was here to please you.
He moved you so your hands were against the headboard, spreading your legs before he handcuffed your wrists together, then handcuffed them to the headboard. You looked down at your knees that sat pressed into his pillows before he pulled them back a bit, pressing his hand down against your lower back so you'd arch it. When he was satisfied with your position, he then reached down to grab the camera before leaning in to press his chest against your back, the tip of his cock against your pussy once more. He faced the camera towards you both, his lips moving to your ear as he whispered "a little before picture." He pressed a quick kiss to your ear before he clicked a button, the camera taking a picture of the two of you before he tossed it haphazardly onto the bed, his hands moving to grip your hips before he slowly pushed into you.
Your moans mixed in together as his cock stretched you out, your nails digging into the headboard as he his fingers dug into your hips. He slowly kissed up the back of your neck before biting down on your shoulder as his cock fully stretched you. He hummed at the feeling of your warm and wet walls around his cock, feeling you pulse around him before he slowly pulled back out, leaving just his tip in you before he grunted into your ear lowly "be loud, baby. Don't hold back."
Your nails dug more into the headboard as he roughly pushed back into your, his hips now snapping against your ass as you moaned loudly. Your jaw became slack as he fucked you, his loud moans mixing with yours as he smacked your ass. Your eyes had closed at the feeling, his hips beginning to slow down for a moment as he rolled his hips to meet your ass, moving deeper in you. Then, you heard it.
Click.
Click.
You bit your lip at the sound of the camera going off, turning your head back to see HJ holding the camera, taking a picture of your ass against his hips, your arched back, and now-
"Keep looking back here at me, baby" he too a picture of your face as he picked back up the pace, snapping a few of your reactions to his cock diving in you before he dropped the camera once more in favor of gripping your hips. You felt your body heat up once more, panting that you were about to cum again. HongJoong only chuckled deeply before he whispered in your ear "I don't fucking care, cum again for me baby. Come on, cream on my cock, I'm still going to fuck you till I fill you up with my cum"
You moaned loudly at his words, clamping down around him before you came, your body shivering at the feeling as he moaned. The cum ring began to form around his cock, making him have to rip his eyes from his cock before he gripped your breasts, pulling your body. You bit your lip as your back was now fully arched, your wrists still against the headboard while your legs were now against the bed, HJ now straddling them before as he panted, his hair now pressed against his sweat covered forehead.
"Now, I can fuck you deeper baby and push my cum nice and deep, just like you deserve" he smirked before he began to move his hips again, biting his lips as he listened to you moaning his name louder as his cock drilled into you, the new position allowing him to go as deep as he wanted. He leaned down to bite your shoulder, licking the area before his hand moved around your stomach, chuckling as he felt his cock through you. "You're so fucking filthy, Y/N. Be honest, you wanted this- you wanted me to come pick you up, take you my house, handcuff you to my bed, and fuck this naughty pussy just like this, didn't you?"
"Yes! Yes, I wanted you to" you moaned loudly, your mind now a mess as he moves even faster, chuckling against your neck before he grunts, roughly pushing all the way in you before he stops, making you whine. He gently shushes you before he leaned back to grab his phone, unlocking it before he pulls up his camera, setting it on the nightstand so it could see you and him both on the recording before he pressed start.
HongJoong was now panting, kissing your shoulder before he whispered in your ear "I'm about to fucking cum" you nodded, spreading your legs a bit more as he began to grind against your ass, his hands moving up your body to grip your breasts before he bit the shell of your ear, grunting deep in your ear "I'm going to fill you up, baby, but I want to hear you ask for it. Be loud enough so the camera can hear you baby. Be loud"
"Please give me your cum, HongJoong, give me all of it. Fill me up so much that it leaks out of my pussy, so then you have to fuck it back into me"
Your words cause HongJoong's brain to short circuit, his cock driving into you a rough yet pleasurable pace as he wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close to him he placed wet kisses against your shoulder, growling lowly that he was super close. That was your only warning before his hips pressed roughly and firmly against your ass, his dick twitching in your before his cum painted your walls, his moan echoing around the room as he panted against your shoulder. His eyes were shut for a bit before one of his hands moved over your handcuffed wrists, his hips once more moving in you, ignoring how the overstimulation felt for him, his other hand moving to play with your clit. You gasped, meeting his hips as you moved back, your ass slightly bouncing against them as you chased after your last orgsam. Your eyes began to flutter closed as you came, your body falling limp around his biceps.
"There we go, baby, I'll hold you together. I knew you could do make a mess all over my dick" You hummed at his words, feeling like you were beyond cloud nine. You both rested against one another for a bit before he slowly uncuffed you from the headboard, carefully laying you down on the bed. You felt like you were going to fall asleep, your eyes fighting to stay open as he slowly pulled out of you before going to grab a rag and clean you up. You breathed in his scent on his pillow, a small smile coming onto your face at the scent before jumping a bit at the feeling of the cloth.
"Don't move, princess. You body must be sore" he hummed, wiping all of his cum from your body before he rubbed your back, pressing a kiss down to the small of your back before he laid down behind you, gently spooning you. You smiled at his warm embrace, your eyes still fighting to stay open.
You were about to doze off when you felt his arms move, his hands grabbing his phone from the nightstand before he stopped the recording. He then saved it, checking the time before he turned off his phone. "What are you going to do with that recording, Joong?"
"Well, it depends on how you answer my question, baby," you looked back over your shoulder at him, his lips pressed against your shoulder as his hand rubbed your side. You couldn't help but admire him- the moonlight that came through his window made his eyebrow piercing glimmer, his eyes were now soft, and his oreo colored hair was now a mix due to your hands running through them. He didn't look like such a bad boy in this moment, just HongJoong.
He admired you too, smiling against your shoulder before he decided to bite the bullet. "So, is this a one off thing, or...are you going to break up with B/N and maybe see where things can go with us?"
You could see the nervousness develop in HJ's eyes- a look you've never seen, but one you that showed you he meant it, and that he was being vulnerable with you. You carefully turned in the bed to cup his cheeks, a small smile on your lips before you spoke. "You're the person who said you'd take what someone says at face value. He said that if I got in your car, than he was breaking up with me. Plus, I had told him to have fun fucking his "sister," too, so-"
"You said what?" HongJoong laughed, making you laugh as he held up his hand, high fiving you before he slowly intertwined your fingers, pressing a kiss to your hand and your wrist, pulling you close so your head was against his chest. You nodded, squeezing your hand with his before you continued. "So, I think things are over between me and B/N. And, I'd love to see where things go between you and me, Joong. But, you have to take me riding on your motorcycle like you promised"
HongJoong laughed at your words, pressing a small kiss to your forehead before he nodded. "Fine, tomorrow I'll take you out on the motorcycle, but that's only after a safety lesson. Then, we'll go out for dinner."
You agreed with his words, squeezing your hand with his once more before your eyes slowly closed, listening to his heartbeat as you both fell asleep in each other's embrace, listening to the rain outside.
#~bambi#ateez smut#ateez hongjoong#kim hongjoong#ateez hongjoong smut#hongjoong smut#ateez smau#ateez smut reactions#ateez x reader#ateez ff#ateez#ateez x reader smut#bambikisss#ateez hongjoong x reader
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𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 !
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : a cute lil sleepover with your boyfriend miles :)
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : <3 this was also requested by anon, so enjoy luv ! (sorry for all the angst on my page rn..💔💔) this is very short due to my mind not being able to cook anything longer up. my minds been a bit all over the place😭😭 sorryyy💔 ART CRED : thokzu on tt
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : miles morales (1610) x reader
ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ
🕷️ while being conjoined at the hands, you both danced around in the pouring rain. your laughter filled the small space you danced in. miles was a nice change of pace in your life, ever since you’d gotten with him, things have changed for the better.
“you’re so beautiful” miles wasn’t usually the type to get all sappy without nearly having a nervous breakdown. “what did you do?” you replied, squinting and pointing an accusing finger at him. “nothing nothing, i just wanted you to know” miles laughed, watching you happily. this moment was cut short by his mother yelling. “MILES GONZALO MORALES GET INTO THIS HOUSE OR SO HELP ME!” her screams were louder than the rain. somehow.
when you two both walked into the house, rio had placed multiple towels on the floor so the rain wouldn’t get spread all over the floor. “you two—“ her lecture paused as she stared at the both of you. standing there soaked holding eachothers hands. “—get changed before you get sick.” she said, throwing even more towels at you two. “nowwww!” she added, watching you both still standing there, giggling.
what you two didn’t know, was that she watched the entire time as you two danced out in the rain. she found it heartwarming as her and jeff did the dame thing when they were kids.
miles wrapped a towel around you and rubbed it all around, creating friction to warm you up. “well, there’s no taking you home in this rain, my mom would kill me if either of us got sick.” miles spoke, looking around his room for a change of clothes for you. “uhh, here” he handed you one of his large white shirts, and fluffy pajama pants that his mom had bought a dupe of.
miles loved to draw, it was one of his favorite hobbies. he would often sketch you during class, as you would be nearly falling asleep at the boring lesson. no matter where he was or what he was doing he would always find himself drawing you. he had multiple sketchbooks already full, and every 2 pages there was a sketch of you.
there was something about the rain that was calming, making you tired. the rain definitely wasn’t going to let up soon, so you joined miles in his room as he completed his physics homework. he rubbed his temples in confusion. he had missed a few days of class, meaning he was behind in work. “you know it’s a trick question right miles?” you told him, giggling at his frustration. “no it’s not? it’s—“ he paused mid sentence, rereading the question. “no way…” he whispered, looking back at you. your giggling finally got to him, making him grab a pillow from his bed and toss it at you.
“hey HEY! it’s not my fault you missed class” holding the pillow up in defense. “you think it’s so funny hm??” he asked, picking up another larger pillow and threw it at you. loud laughter eventually filled miles’ room as you both began throwing pillows at each other.
his parents sat in the living room, listening to the laughter. “hope he’s done his physics homework.” his father spoke through an exhale, finishing his water. in honestly, they were all glad miles was happy and had someone to hang around with. (tehee.. get it? hang aroun? alr my bad don’t block me pls💔)
“okay okay fine! i’m sorry” you apologized to miles who was still hitting you with the large soft pillow. “i forgive you.. for now” miles spoke before falling onto his bed, pulling you close. his body heat quickly spread between the both of you.
soon the laughter died down, and the rain continued to patter against the window in his room. with slow blinks and miles caressing your face, you slowly fell asleep.
“i love you.” miles whispered pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead, watching your chest rise and fall. “you are a lover boy huh? crazyyyy” his father peeked into his cracked open door. “dad! get—“ lowering his voice, “—get out.” embarrassment quickly setting in. as his father left, he closed the door. “he takes after his father.” he mumbled with a laugh.
#💫 » 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐄’𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ˚ ˛ * 。#miles morales#across the spiderverse#miles g morales#sony spiderverse#spider man across the spider verse#fluff#miles x reader#miles gonzalo morales#miles morales 1610#miles morales x reader
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agitated from the shadows, can i take it all back? (older!modern!eddie)
part seven of however many.
orange colored sky set list
summary: things simmer in the summer, and as it comes closer to a close, whatever is lying beneath comes to the surface. and it's more than eddie bargained for.
tw: 18+ minors dni. this series is about an age gap relationship (reader is in late 20s/early 30s, eddie is in late 30s early 40s. they're around 12 years apart), arguing/yelling, references to drug use, references to smut, references to domestic violence.
songspiration: episode | gallant
(this is one of my favorite songs of all time so i recommend listening)
Eddie was always a little sad when Steve left after visiting, but his heart was beating fast in his chest when he hugged him goodbye. Getting Harrington's seal of approval was all he needed to hear.
"Keep her around Munson. She's special, you're not gonna top her."
"Oh Steve, my guy..."
"I'm topping her all the time."
He couln't help the swell in his chest when you both first met, like you'd known each other for years without trying. He even got a little jealous when the night's you'd stayed over, Steve would spend his time deep in conversation with you. You'd trudge upstairs long after Ed had gone to sleep, learning more about him through Steve than he'd told you himself. You guess Steve would know better than anyone else.
You tried to make yourself scarce though, leaving them to their own devices. You knew they had traditions and plans, they spent a couple days out in the Hamptons to say high to another friend.
And that was fine, you had other things to catch up on. Work, bills, the world around you that wasn't in a haze of Eddie Munson. You had to cancel a night to see him play at Rockwood Music Hall with Steve when you were too hung over from a birthday party. You hadn't seen that group of friends since college -- it would be stupid to sit at home just because the guy you were seeing was busy. He wasn't even your boyfriend.
After a fortnight of semi seeing each other for finally had a night alone. He treated you to drinks at a bar between your respective places. The night was humid, air thick while you both sat otuside sipping your final glasses of wine and stealing bites off each other's plates. You decide to walk back to his place, following the walkway next to the bypass through central Brooklyn. You split a cigarette, talking about the rest of his trip -- you talk about work and the dramatic break up of two of your friends. He lives for the gossip.
He lights another cigarette while you both turn down the top of the street from the parkway. Right at the rotary where you both got caught in the rain on your first date. The street is pretty bare outside of a few cars coming down and around, families normally don't like to hang out too late. All the restauarants were closed for the night. The orangey streetlights glow over the sidewalk, competing with the lighting from the grocery store's red and blue signage, the neons from darkened bakeries and bars. You peer into the windows of apartments that are too high above you for anything discernable outside of a plant or nice light fixture.
"Oh," he starts, letting the smoke out from his first drag, "How was your friend's party? All I heard about was your hang over."
You smile to yourself, "It was fun, got a little too fucked up -- which you heard all about -- but I had a good time. Probably shouldn't have gotten so drunk and then tried coke for funsies -- that was a choice."
"Hm?" he asks, his brows raise while his head turns towards you fast, "What was that?"
"Oh, I didn't tell you? Yeah, I tried coke," your voice is casual when you tell him, like it's not a big deal. You shrug and your nose scrunches, "Probably don't see myself doing it again though."
"Probably don't?" he asks, nodding slowly while you both make your way further down the street to his apartment. He pulls another drag, letting the smoke out before tucking his lips into his teeth.
"Yeah I just -- I dunno," you shrug, "Didn't really love it. It was whatever."
"Y'shouldn't be doin' that shit, peach," he mumbles, "'Specially if I'm not around."
Your brows quirk when he flicks the finished cigarette into the street, "Excuse me?"
"Just..." he sighs, eyes rolling while he considers whether it's worth the fight, "Forget it. S'fine."
You're both silent while you make it up the stairs to his apartment, he seems unenthusiastic about you being here this time around. Deflated.
You both kick off your shoes at the doorway before heading inside, putting your bag on the entry way table behind the bowl where he puts his keys and wallet. He pulls off his shirt while making his way to the metal spiral staircase, not even tossing you a glance while he heads upstairs.
"You comin' back down?" you ask, wondering if you should follow.
"Mhm," he nods, "Just changin', gonna shower."
"Can I..." but you trail off, not wanting to invite yourself -- uncomfortable in the silence. In the way he doesn't look at you, in the way he feels far away. The sound of the bathroom door closing puts a weight in your belly, your heart thrums, heat rises on the back of your neck.
You settle in on the couch, the steady hum from the central air makes your eyelids heavy -- it was already a late night. You scroll on your phone, listening while the water hits the shower floor up stairs, wishing he'd invited you up. You feel sticky from the heat outside, from the bar air, from the beer someone spilled on your legs. Maybe you should just go.
He appears at the top of the stairs when you open the Uber app, clearing his throat to get your attention. He's there in his sweats again, shirtless, tattoos shining under a layer of lotion rubbed into his skin. He tied his hair up, curly wet bun sloppily piled on top of his head, bangs fuzzily drying over his forehead.
"You can hop in if you want," he says, making his way down, "I left a towel by the sink for you. I um, I got that facewash you like -- that one you told me about. It's in the shower already, next to your loofah."
"Oh," your heart flutters a little, voice still meek and quiet. He still doesn't look at you. You exit the app, clicking your phone to sleep before standing up to make it to the stairs, "Thanks...thank you."
He shrugs his shoulders when he looks over at you as if to say 'don't mention it'. He barely looks at you when you head up stairs, busying himself by filling up a silver REI canteen by the sink.
He did leave a towel, as well as a change of clothes. At least you knew he wanted you to spend the night. It's not like he'd let you leave the house this late anyway, you roll your eyes at yourself when you think about booking an Uber moments before.
You take your time, letting the hot water pour over you and calm your tense shoulders. Washing away the stickiness in your chest and on your skin. You scrub your face of any remaining makeup that had melted off on the walk home -- happy to not be using whatever random cleanser he got, trying to pretend he knew anything about skin care before you came along.
Some time had passed by the time you finished, padding down the stairs to see he’d pulled on a shirt. His hair hung in frizzy curls down to his collarbone again, drops of water during the worn black fabric blacker. He’s still in the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher with tight shoulders and furrowed brows like he’s thinking about something.
“Thanks for the jammies,” you chirp, sitting at the island on your designated barstool.
“Yup,” he says, not turning to see you – very interested in the glassware he’s holding instead.
Your shoulders droop with how curt he’s being, not used to this sort of standoffish attitude. He didn’t even get this miffed when you shrugged off his suggestion to watch Lord of the Rings and sided with Steve to watch Almost Famous. You hadn’t seen it in years.
“You okay?” you ask, his shoulders tense.
“Yeah baby, I’m okay,” he says, but he shuts the dishwasher a little too hard for that to be true.
“You don’t seem okay.”
“I’m fine.”
“Is this about the party?”
“I said I’m fine, peach,” he repeats.
“I mean, it’s just a party Ed, it’s like – people go to parties –”
“I said I’m fine.” He looks at you for the first time since you got in the house. It’s pointed, accusatory, and as much as you wish it didn’t, you immediately get defensive.
“Wait -– ” you let out a bitter laugh, “Are you mad about the coke? Seriously?”
“Drop it,” he says lowly, “Let’s not –”
“Are you seriously upset because I did coke at a party and you weren’t there?” you’re incredulous, “You? Eddie ‘Can’t Remember Berlin’ Munson?”
“Stop, just forget it–”
“No, let’s not stop – let’s not drop it. What’s your problem with me going out and enjoying myself? You mad I’m having fun without you?”
“It’s not about you going out and enjoying yourself. That’s not what it is.”
“Then what is it? What is it about me going to that party that’s got you so pissed off?”
"'Cause I don't like that -- I don't like hearing that you're out getting sloppy at parties. I don't like hearing that you're trying new shit just for fun when you're by yourself," his gaze is hard while he leans over the island, chain dangling down from his neck.
"I'm not by myself, I'm with my friends," you argue back, "Jesus Christ, Ed, I'm almost thirty years old."
"Coulda fuckin' fooled me," he snaps.
"Oh I forgot, you know everything. You've been there, done that. You know so much better than me, don't you?" your sarcasm makes him bite his tongue, anger teasing down his back in a blaze. Eddie hates that he has a short fuse -- he doesn't want to have one with you.
"Who'd you even get it from?" he asks, "Did you know 'em? Did you know if it was clean? Did they test it?"
"Do you always know where your drugs are coming from?" you counter back.
"Yeah, peach," he says with a nod, "I fucking do. I always know. God, it's like you think you're fuckin' invincible or some shit. I swear --"
"I know who I got it from, it was clean -- the guy's loaded," you explain, face hot with frustration, "Can't imagine he's out there passing out fake stuff."
The guy's loaded. So it was a guy -- Ed feels sick in a way that he hasn't in years. What was some guy doing telling you to try his shit? How drunk were you? Did you think he was cute? Rich guy? Did he try to pull one over on you?
"How much did you pay for it?" he asks, crossing his arms.
"What?"
"I wanna know if this guy scammed you, how much did you pay?"
"I didn't," you shrug. Eddie gets quiet, jaw clenching when you mention you got drugs on the house. He only knows one way that that's possible and it makes a rage in him bubble that he tries so hard to contain. His tongue runs over his teeth, trying to choose his words carefully.
"You didn't pay for it?" he asks, the question clipped and tight.
"No," you shrug innocently.
"Did you fuck 'im?"
"Wh-what?" the question punches out of you in shock. Why would he ever ask that? Why would he ever assume that?
"You heard what I said," he bites, "Did. You. Fuck. Him?"
"No, I didn't fuck him," you hiss back angrily, "Why would you ever ask me that?"
"Can't think of another way to get drugs for free," he challenges back, "Did'ja suck him off? You're always tellin' me how good you are at it -- did you give him a fuckin' show?"
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" you get up off the barstool, posture matching his with your arms crossed tight around your chest.
"I'm just asking you a question," he repeats, his shoulders raising up and down in big breaths.
"And I answered -- I didn't fuck him for free drugs," your head ticks to the side, "Sorry, not all of us have read the Eddie Munson doctrine."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm just saying that I didn't do what you would've done."
Your smart smirk when you finish your sentence makes him dig his nails into his biceps, a reminder to keep his hands to himself -- to calm down. This isn't about the drugs or the guy that gave them to you -- but he doesn't like that this is how you see him. Someone whose reckless and careless, someone who uses people to get what he wants.
"Who do you think you are?" he snaps, "Huh? You don't know what you're talking about."
"If the first thing you think when I say I got drugs for free is that I fucked for them, then it's pretty clear that's how you go about your own business. How many people have you fucked for drugs?" you ask, "Actually, a better question would probably be how many people have fucked you for them?"
"You told me you used to deal -- so c'mon loverboy, how many women did you have fuck you for drugs? If that's how to do it."
Eddie shakes his head, eyes shut and jaw tense, taking a shaky deep breath through his nose and out through his mouth, "I never had anyone fuck me for drugs."
"So why would I have done it? Why do you always assume I'm doing something wrong? Why do you always expect me to act like I know what you know all the time? And better yet -- why does it even FUCKING matter?!" your voice grows higher and louder with each question, watching him get more and more frustrated while you continue, "Why does it even matter when you don't commit anyway? Maybe you're fucking around!"
"I'm not -- ugh -- I'm not fucking around, peach!" he snaps back, chucking his water bottle hard into the sink with a loud clang.
"Nice, Ed," you nod, arms crossing tighter around you, "Real nice -- what, you gonna hit me? That what's next on your list? Really put me in my place? Sounds so fucking familiar, I wonder where I heard it bef--"
"SHUT UP."
His voice booms through the kitchen, making you flinch.
"Don't you EVER say that shit to me," he bellows, finger pointing directly in your face from across the island, "Don't you EVER make that comparison."
You stand there, chewing on the inside of your cheek while he yells.
"Do you feel better?!" he asks, voice hoarse and deep, graveled with anger, "Do you feel better now, peach?! Did that help?! Do you feel fuckin' validated?"
He watches you shake your head no, tears starting to pool in your eyes. They look up at him, glassy and wet, threatening to spill over onto your cheeks. He takes a deep breath, chest sinking when he sees the way you look at him -- silenced and quiet now, because he scared you. Because he's scary -- and that's why he shouldn't be with anyone, that's why it's too much to feel this way about someone.
You wipe at your cheeks when the tears spill out, a few whimpers coming from you when you start to cry from how he yelled. From how you don't really know what you're both fighting about, but you both really know and it's terrifying.
"Don't -- no baby, I'm sorry, don't cry," he says, his own breath shuddering, "I didn't mean to yell, I'm sorry. I won't -- I won't ever raise my voice at you like that."
He rounds the corner of the island, coming to meet you on the other side with extended arms. His hands find their way to your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears gathering at your lash line, "I'm so sorry, I won't ever yell like that again. I promise. I -- I'm -- there's no excuse for that."
He leans forward to leave a soft kiss on your forehead and the tip of your nose, "I'm sorry."
"That's - sniffle - not what I need you t-to be sorry f-for," you stutter out. He frowns back at you and nods.
"I -- peach I just get worried, that's all," he confesses, "I don't really think you went and slept with that guy I just --"
He swallows, thinking about the words he wants to say. His hands drop from your cheeks to pull you in to him. He settles on the barstool, pulling you close to stand between his legs like he has before.
"I don't wanna not hear from you for a week only to like, get a text or call from your sister that something bad happened," he says, his dark brown eyes getting as glassy as yours the more he thinks about it.
"I know you're an adult, I know you can take care of yourself and that you're safe," he assures, "I promise, I know. I'm just scared."
"What're you scared of?" you ask.
"Losin' you," he shrugs, "To y'know, addiction or whatever -- or worse. I don't wanna lose you -- I really like having you around. Your -- you've added so much to my life in such a short period of time and I -- I don't know, peach. I think since Steve's wife I just -- It's something I think about."
"You being scared doesn't give you the right to accuse me of sleeping around," your face hasn't softened at his explanation, not letting him get away with being an asshole. He likes that about you -- you don't take his shit, "It doesn't give you the right to talk down to me like I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."
"I know," he nods, "That was unfair."
"I think you're just trying to find reasons to make me seem not worth it," you let out without waiver, "Even if you have to make them up."
"No," his brows furrow, "No, you're so worth it. Why would you say that?"
"You were so quick to accuse me of some wild shit," you scoff, "It's like you're trying to fight with yourself about it. About how you feel and like -- maybe that lady from the bar a while ago was right. Maybe I have been just for fun for you. You got to play house with me, you got to see what a relationship is like for fun and now you can ruin it cause you're over it. Or you're bored."
"No -- " he starts, heart thrumming in his chest, throat getting tight, "Peach that's not it at al--"
"It seems like it --"
"Did you not just hear what I said about losing y--"
"I don't wanna hear it, it's just bullsh--"
"Baby, I'm trying to be honest with y--"
"This is starting to feel like a shitty game that you're trying t--"
"I love you."
You stop talking at the slight raise in his voice, the weight of the sentence hanging over the both of you in the kitchen.
"God peach, I -- I fucking love you. I'm in love with you," he breathes, like he's fully realizing it for himself, too, "I...shit, I think about you all the time. I go to sleep excited cause I know m'gonna see you the next day I...Jesus babe, I -- I love you."
Your lower lip wobbles again, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," he nods, sighing weakly, "I knew when we got you your glasses. I knew -- I think I knew from the start. And I'm scared cause I -- I don't love people like this a lot."
"Just Steve," you sniffle with a watery laugh. He lets out a chuckle, reaching out to pull you close to him by the waist.
"Steve's different," he shrugs, "M'never gonna love anyone like Steve."
"I'm sorry for what I said," he reaches up again, running the pad of his thumb over your lower lip, "I'm sorry for yelling."
"I'm sorry, too," you match him, hand reaching up to run your fingers through his bangs, pushing them away from his forehead to kiss it. His eyes shut closed at the soft touch, feeling you step close to him while his face rests on your chest.
"I..that was fucked up of me to bring up your dad," you shake your head, "I was just angry I -- I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you. He rests his chin on your breasts, looking up at you, "I -- I've done a lot of work to not end up like him. Sometimes it still gets the better of me."
"But I need you to know something," his face is soft but serious, "I will never put my hands on you, ever."
"Okay," you nod, giving him another kiss on the bridge of his nose.
"Only if you ask," he smirks, "Only if you want me to. If we're doing that."
You both giggle in that way that couples do when they're being gross, holding each other on the barstool. Silence carries over you when the giggle runs out, both of you exhausted from the night -- from fighting.
"I love you, too," you whisper down to him.
"Thank god, cause I was really nervous that I just sort of let it all out there for nothing," he whispers back. He stands up, still wrapped up in you, offering you gentle kisses. He holds you there for a minute, you hold each other -- he realizes how tender he is with you. How you pull all of this tenderness out of him.
"You're my girl, right?" he asks into the top of your head. You nod into his chest, his hand reaching up to caress over your hair.
"Are you mine?" you ask into his shirt.
"Yeah," he smirks into a low laugh, "Yeah, I'm your girl."
"Can we go to bed?" sleepiness coats the question, a neediness lacing your voice.
"Mhm." He leads you up the stairs, calling to his Google home to turn the lights off when you both make it to the top. He got a new candle for his room, something with oud in it. Woody, deep, musky. Ahead of the season.
You slip into bed at the same time, leaving your phone on the side table while he slips his glasses on to check something on his. You watch him with his bedside lamp illuminating him from behind. It catches on the frizz in his wavy curls, tied up in ponytail. It bleeds over the slop of his nose and the whites of his eyes. He catches you when he puts his phone to the side, smiling.
"What're you lookin' at?" he asks, slipping his glasses off and click out the light.
"You just look handsome," you shrug. He murmurs a thank you before dipping down to kiss you when he slides under the covers. For the first time in forever he doesn't want to have sex after a fight -- it almost feels cheap. Like it's a cover -- like he's not really sorry, like he didn't mean all the things he said.
"Night, pretty." He pulls you into him when you settle in, your back pressed up against his chest, "I love you."
"I love you," you say back, eyes closed, encased in his arms.
He's never held someone so tight to him. Not since Chicago.
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𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓
synopsis: they ignore you after an argument
characters: scaramouche, yelan x gn!reader (separately)
warnings: angst to fluff, bit of violence/bullying in scara’s (not from scara), soft scara (potentially ooc), mentions/ description of panic attacks in yelan’s, just general hurt/comfort
notes: i failed my drivers test a few weeks ago so i’ve kinda just not been in the mood for a lot of things recently, but i’m trying to write more again so here’s this for now :)
part two (childe and ayato), part three (xiao and heizou), part four (kaeya and alhaitham)
Scaramouche:
The argument was kind of stupid.
You were upset with how much work was taking over Scara’s life and you just wanted him to spend some more time with you.
He took it the wrong way and called you selfish.
After arguing for around an hour, Scaramouche stormed out of your shared home claiming that he “couldn’t handle you right now.”
And over the next week, he would barely talk to you, in fact, he wouldn’t talk to you at all.
The first day it started, you woke up and went to greet him with a “good morning,” just like you always did. Yet, when you walked up to hug him, he merely turned away from you with a scoff and you retreated with a hurt expression.
You didn’t think he was still mad.
While the two of you don’t normally properly make up and apologize to each other, he never really stayed mad at you for more than a day. So with that, you decided to give him some space for a bit and figured he’d come around eventually. He would talk to you when the time was right, just like he always did.
Sadly, you were wrong. For the next few days, you tried a multitude of little things to try to get him to talk to you. You still greeted him in the mornings and when he came back at night or even when you came back from work. You would leave some breakfast with little notes on it, usually reminders and the occasional “I love you.”
He never responded to any of it though. In fact, you had found the breakfast you left for him untouched at the table hours later when you returned from your own job and another plate sat at the counter. He wouldn’t even touch the food you made but instead opted to make his own.
Needless to say, you were getting frustrated. He never did this. Ever. You were puzzled by what you did wrong. This argument was no different from your other ones and to be honest, you didn’t even know why it was something to argue over.
You just wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend, what was so wrong with that? Couldn’t he just go on a date with you once in a while, come home a little earlier, hell, even just tell you when he was going to be late?
You sighed and went to bed alone again that night, not bothering to stay up and greet him anymore.
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The following day was a lot worse than you had expected it to be.
To start, you were late to work. You didn’t even get to eat breakfast or make yourself look nice. And you already had issues with your coworkers, so when you arrived at work all messy, they laughed and made fun of you.
Then your boss yelled at you after one of your coworkers tripped you, causing you to spill hot tea all over his nice suit. You apologized endlessly, but it was to no avail, he just kept yelling. To make things worse, on the way out, the same coworker from before had tripped you again and you fell to your hands and knees, becoming littered with scrapes and bruises.
And of course, it began to rain. You cursed your bad luck as you trudged your way home, clothes completely soaked and body covered in bruises. You couldn’t help but begin to cry.
For the first time this week, you were glad Scaramouche was ignoring you because at least it meant he wouldn’t have to see you in this pitiful state.
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Unfortunately, when you arrived home, he was already there. Of course on one of your worst days, he was home early. You were just hoping he wouldn’t see you. You wondered if he’d even care if he did, if maybe he’d just make fun of you like everyone else did.
You dropped the keys on the counter as silently as you could, hoping he wouldn’t turn to face you while he was busy reading the book in his hands as he sat on the couch. You weren’t sure if he actually didn’t hear you come in or if this was just part of him ignoring you.
Either way, you were trying to be as quiet as possible. But it was hard with the sobs begging to escape your mouth, only being held back by a weak hand placed over it. Maybe he’d hear the loud pitter patter of the water droplets falling from your body.
You sniffled softly and a small sob left your body as you hurried to your shared room, not bothering to pick up the things you had dropped on the floor in your rush.
You didn’t make it far before a warm hand grabbed your wrist and gently turned you around.
“What happened?” He softly spoke, you had never heard him speak like that in your life. Even that look in his eyes as he inspected your scraped up, drenched body had surprised you.
You could only shake your head in response, you were embarrassed by what had happened and didn’t trust that your voice wouldn’t be all shaky when you spoke.
Looking down at the floor, you had tried to remove yourself from his grasp but he wouldn’t let you leave.
“Please,” you whispered, more tears streaming down your face. He reached a hand up and wiped them gently before embracing you tightly. Though you were upset and embarrassed for him to see you like this, you melted into him.
“You’re stupider than I thought if you think I’m gonna let you go cry alone in that dark room right now,” he paused before releasing you to look him in the eyes, “I’m sorry.”
Your head snapped up at him, not expecting him to have apologized. You gulped, “No, i’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize, and it pains me to say this, but you were right,” he spoke as he looked anywhere but your eyes. It amused you and you cracked a small smile.
“It’s okay, I don’t expect you to be with me every night, just once in a while,” you said, voice still a bit shaky. He glanced back at you before sighing.
“I know.”
You hugged him once more before dragging him to bed for the night. You still had some things to work out, but for now, you were just happy to be sleeping in his embrace again.
Yelan:
Your’s and Yelan’s relationship was a bit complicated.
Because of her dangerous line of work, she had opted to keep the relationship a secret so she wouldn’t put you in harm’s way.
You agreed and were fine with it for a while.
You loved Yelan, but you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt when she completely avoids you in public, even going as far as to say she doesn’t know who you are when you walk up to her.
When you tried to speak up about it, she got angry at you and it quickly escalated into an argument.
The next day, you had tried to speak to her on multiple occasions. Normally, the two of you would have breakfast together and talk about your plans for the day. But when you had walked out of your shared room, you had found nothing at the table. Just Yelan washing her plate before grabbing her coat and leaving for work. She didn’t spare you a single glance.
You walked into the kitchen to make your own breakfast before eating silently at the table by yourself. Glancing around the room, you sighed. Your home was a mess.
Since you had the day off from work, you chose to clean it up. Maybe that would help put Yelan in a better mood, you thought.
Once you had finished, you decided to make a nice dinner for the two of you. You just wanted to talk with her and thought that perhaps you could talk over a nice meal.
She didn’t come home till well past midnight. You had silently packed up the food but left a plate out for her with a small note that read, “Went to bed early. I was hoping we could talk over dinner but since you were late, I just put the food away. It’s your favorite, I hope you enjoy it. Don’t stay up too late, love, y/n.”
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The next morning, Yelan was nowhere to be found. The plate you had left out for her was washed and sat next to the sink and the note was gone. You smiled thinking she may have taken it with her or something, but you quickly found you were wrong once you found it lying at the top of the trash can.
You frowned at the sight but quickly returned to your shared room to get ready. As much as you wanted to sulk around, you still had a job to go to.
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You were exhausted by the time work was over. You were an adventurer at the Liyue Adventurer’s Guild and the commissions you had gotten today were nothing short of being a pain in the ass.
When you got home, it was late and Yelan still hadn’t returned. Worry was the first feeling you felt as you looked around for her, what if she was hurt?
Normally Yelan left notes when she was going on a long mission, but there was nothing of the sort. What was originally just worry quickly turned into panic as your mind began to fill with the possibilities of what could’ve happened.
Before you knew it, you were dropped on the floor about to have a full on panic attack. The thoughts of what could have happened wouldn’t stop.
Tears eventually spilled out and you sobbed loudly all while trying to catch your breath.
Your head was pounding and you couldn’t see anything, all you could feel was the cold air from the open window and that sinking feeling in your stomach.
Does she hate me?
Oh god, what if she’s dead?
It’s all my fault!
Your thoughts were so loud.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Suddenly warmth engulfed you and your tears were wiped off of your face. You glanced up and saw Yelan holding you.
“Yelan?” You weakly asked, your senses coming back to you.
“I’m here, Y/n.”
“I was so scared, I thought you left for good,” you whispered against her.
“I wouldn’t do that to you, Y/n,” she held you tighter, “Yeah, I was upset over our argument, but I wouldn’t leave you over it.”
“But, you’ve been ignoring me?”
She frowned, “I know and I’m sorry. It was childish of me to do that to you. But I’ve had time to think and I realized that I was wrong. I still don’t want our relationship to be public, but I’ll stop pretending like I don’t know you or that you have nothing to do with me.”
“Thank you,” you reached a hand up to hold her face before softly kissing her, “I’m sorry, too.”
“Don’t be,” she spoke while gently lifting you up, “C’mon, let’s go to bed.”
Even if you had to keep your relationship with Yelan secret, you couldn’t lie and say you were unhappy. Yeah, you wanted to show her off to all of Teyvat and you were a bit upset you couldn’t do that, but you were happy enough that you just got to be with her.
That was enough for you both.
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Eddie and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Rating: T
CW: None
Tags: Established relationship, Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson, very very mild sexual content (blink and miss it)
Prompt: For @lihhelsing "Love is helping them unwind after a rough day"
WC: 852
Written for @steddielovemonth Day 19
Eddie knew it was going to be a bad day as soon as he woke up. He managed to stub his toe twice on the way to the shower. His waffles got burnt in the toaster and they were out of syrup. He missed the bus by a minute, watching it drive away from the stop just as he ran up to it. It started raining while he was waiting for the next bus, so of course he got drenched.
He hoped that it had ended there, but no. Eddie got to work fifteen minutes late due to a traffic jam, wet and hungry and already done with today. His boss yelled at him and put him on tape-sorting duty, marking down the new shipment of tapes. Of course, halfway through, his pen exploded and covered him and the sheet he was using, so he had to start over.
By the time the end of his shift had rolled around, Eddie was tired, had a headache the size of Montana, and he was ready to throw himself into the void. Mack, the other guy on shift, patted him on the back and all it did was make his skin crawl.
The journey home wasn’t much better. The bus was late again, and Eddie couldn’t find a seat so he had to stand. The bottom of his sneaker apparently acquired a random hole and he had to walk back to their apartment with wet socks.
Eddie was done. He was so fucking done that all he wanted to do was crawl into the bed and cry until he couldn’t anymore. He also hoped that Steve wasn’t home yet from work; he was scared that something bad would happen, like they would end up arguing or not speaking to each other.
What Eddie didn’t expect was to come home to a house that smelled a little like heaven. It was warm and he called out, “Steve? That you?”
“Yup! In the kitchen!”
Eddie toed off his shoes and stripped out of his still damp jacket and hung it up on the rack. He still felt really keyed up from the day he had, so he steeled himself against his own feelings and headed into the kitchen.
Their table was set. A lasagna was cooling in the center, set on a potholder right next to a spray of daisies. Two beers were set beside their plates, still cold enough that condensation was gathering on the glass.
Steve himself is dressed in comfortable clothes, bent over the oven and pulling out what looked like cheesy garlic bread. Fuck, if it wasn’t all of Eddie’s favorite things wrapped up in one beautiful little scene. “Hey! I must have timed it just right!”
Eddie felt tears starting to gather in his eyes. “How… how did you know?”
Steve set the garlic bread down on the stove and pulled off his oven mitts before he reached up to cup Eddie’s cheek. “I heard you this morning. And then Mack called me before you left, saying you’d had a pretty shit day. So… I got home a little early and wanted to surprise you with something good.”
Okay, yeah, Eddie was absolutely going to cry now. “For me?”
“Of course, baby. After dinner, I figured we could take a bath together and I could wash your hair? Then we could crawl into bed and watch that new Beetlejuice movie? I grabbed it on the way home.”
“Steve… that…” It sounded incredible. It was perfect. So why was Eddie blubbering like he’d just been told his dog died?
But Steve, wonderful, beautiful Steve, seemed to just understand. “Because you deserve it. You had a bad day, and I just wanted to make it better. You’d do the same for me, have done it in the past. Let me take care of you, okay?”
What else could Eddie do but nod?
Dinner was delicious, Eddie ate until he couldn’t anymore, realizing he’d forgotten to eat lunch in the midst of the rest of his terrible day. He listened to Steve talk about what he’d done that day, letting his boyfriend’s words wash over him.
The bath was just as nice. Even if they were two grown men, they managed to squeeze themselves into their tiny tub. It was ridiculous, but it made Eddie laugh and he felt light for the first time since he’d woken up that morning. Steve had washed his hair, took his time rubbing conditioner through Eddie’s curls, and then it ended up with them wrapping hands around each other’s cock and Eddie panting into Steve’s mouth.
Fuck, but he loved this man so much.
Loose from the bath and from his orgasm, Eddie crawled into bed with Steve and curled up as the movie started.
“Love you, Eds,” Steve murmured, kissing the top of his head. He grabbed the remote from the bedside table to fast forward through the previews.
Ed smiled into Steve’s collarbone. The day might have started pretty fucking awful, but Steve had turned it right around. Now, it felt like the best day ever.
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Get out the car.
Tom era: braids/09
Category: angst, little fluff
You and Tom got into a car augment on the way home from a club,tom ends up snapping.
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"I didn't flirt with him, he tried to hit on me and I said I have a boyfriend!" Y/n looked at him with disbelief that he was actually accusing her of flirting with other guys.
"Bullshit!" He yelled gripping tightly onto the leather of the stirring wheel as he sped up slightly.
"TELL ME WHAT I WAS DOING THAT MADE IT LOOK LIKE I WAS FLIRTING EITH HIM!" Y/n was now getting pissed off that he didn't believe her.
"YOU WERE LAUGHING WITH HIM!" Tom shouted matching her tone while not taking his eyes off the road.
Y/n scoffed at his answer. "I was laughing AT him because he said he's better looking than you and that I should leave you to go with him! Now I think I should have gone with him!" Y/n shouted knowing she shouldn't have said the last bit but It just slipped out and to be honest she didn't care at that moment.
Tom pulled over coming to a sudden stop. "Get out the car!" He shouted unlocking the doors as he stared at her.
"What?!" Y/n said making sure she had heard him correctly.
"I said get out the fucking car" Tom lowered his tone as he clenched his jaw.
"Tom it's pissing it down I'm not getting out!" Y/n protested.
"Get out the god damn car!!" Tom yelled loosing his patience. Y/n didn't say anything thing else. She grabbed her leather jacket getting out the car and slamming the door shut, watching him drive off as she put on her jacket beginning to walk. Her hair was instantly soaked as well as her clothes.
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Toms POV:
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I knew I shouldn't have made her get out the car into the cold rain in only a short dress and jacket but I was so annoyed with her, though it wasn't her fault it was mine for jumping to conclusions. I was stupid for thinking she was flirting with that guy. But just the thought of someone else laying their hands in her or even just laughing with her makes me want the rip their worthless little head off.
I know I can get jealous at times but I just don't want to get hurt again. Y/n wouldn't do that though.
I pulled into the driveway and parked the car. I opened the front door and sat down on the couch thinking of how much of an asshole I was. An hour had passed and she still wasn't home, I had rang her multiple times each time it was declined. I had fucked up.
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Y/n opened the door to Tom and hers house. She was met with the sight of him sat on the couch his head in his hands. Tom quickly stud up once he heard the door open.
"What took you so long I was worried sick" he said slowly walking over to f to he sight in front of him, she was soaked to the bone her arms wrapped round her body failing to keep her warm and makeup smudged round her face.
"I got lost" y/n simply said as she made her way upstairs to the shower.
"Y/n I'm so sorry I just got jealous I didn't mean anything I said" Tom said desperately as he followed her up the stairs.
"Leave it Tom I'm sleeping on the couch tonight" she said shutting the bathroom door on him. Tom just stood there, tears threatening to leave his eyes.
Y/n got into some warm pjs, grabbed two spare blankets and some pillows and made her way to the couch down stairs. Tom was lying awake in their bed unable to sleep with her not there next to him.
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Y/n's POV:
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It was around 3:30 am and I was unable to sleep. I had too many thoughts buzzing round in my head. No matter what I tried I just couldn't seem to get to sleep.
I heard Tom creep downstairs so I pretended to be asleep. I could tell he was looking at me, I suddenly felt him get under the blanket next to me. His arms snaked loosely around my waist.
I was too tired to tell him to move and plus I felt safe with him close to me, I know we had just had an argument but I just wanted to be close to him so I turned to face him pushing my face into his chest as I felt his arms tighten around me as he pulled me closer nuzzling his face into my hair.
"I so sorry y/n, I love you" he whispered into my hair his voice barely audible.
"I love you too" I mumbled into his chest as I hugged him tighter.
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PARIS IN THE RAIN ! pjs
pairings jay x reader genre fluff warnings none wc 901 ( 1K SPECIAL ) ♩paris in the rain by lauv note v cheesy ik x
the rain wasn’t exactly heavy; annoying would be the perfect word to describe it. the thin droplets had seemed almost insufferable now — hours of endless rain only for it to be thin droplets had you questioning the point of it.
it was such a miserable day already, the rain adding to it was just the cherry on top. watching the beads of rain trickle along the side of your hotel window, you couldn’t help but wonder how things were back in your hometown with your boyfriend. your great, amazing, handsome boyfriend who you missed so greatly at this current moment in time. the rain had usually been something the two of you had cherished since it was perfect weather to snuggle up under the covers at home. but no, you were stuck in paris right now, alone with the question of what he was up to and if he missed you even a fraction of the amount that you missed him.
jay wasn’t usually the type to make it known though, he wasn’t reserved but his love was shown in forms of care and right now he couldn’t show it when he was kilometres away.
sighing, you sat back in your bed where there was a direct view to the eiffel tower. it was brilliant; being able to see such a sight from your bed wsd truly something. just not enough. not enough to cure the small void that was longing to be with him right now.
after hours of attempts to distract yourself by drowning in piles of work, you picked up the phone to call him. it was time for your evening call, which was practically the only thing getting you through the long business trip.
ring after ring, until you received his voicemail. furrowing your eyebrows, you called again but to no avail. that was unusual, you’d thought to yourself.
the time was currently half past ten which meant it was six thirty am where jay was — the expected time that the pair of you had agreed you’d speak until you returned to korea.
perhaps he was still sleeping? or had a busy schedule?
you tried coming up with multiple scenarios to explain why he hadn’t called back but each of them had driven you up the wall even more; jay would have called. he knows better than to not since he’s well aware of how insane you’d get without it.
despite the night going on, your nerves hadn’t calmed down. even when your phone rang through the room with his name across your screen. picking it up instantly, you prepared to yell at him until the sound of his voice filled your ears.
“honey?” jay called.
with a frown etched on your face, you responded, “jay, are you okay? you didn’t call earlier.”
hearing him chuckle on the other side of the line made your heart ease slightly, “i’m okay, i just got caught up with something.”
before you’re given the chance to question him, there are a few taps on the door.
“wait, i think the hotel staff are here,” you say to him, as you get up to answer the door.
the staff stand at the door, looking panicked, “we’re so sorry, but we need you to evacuate the hotel immediately.”
panic courses through your veins instantly and you struggle to pull your jacket and shoes on while explaining to jay that you haven’t got a clue what’s happening, only that you’re being rushed out.
ending the call quickly, you follow the staff members to the lobby as they usher you outside.
within a split second of opening the door, your senses are overwhelmed with the presence of your boyfriend standing in the rain in front of the hotel with a bag of your favourite flowers in one hand and what looks like your favourite snacks in the other.
there’s about a million things running through your brain, yet not a single word can come out to form them.
“i heard it was raining in paris. it’s raining in korea, too. i had to see you,” jay breathes out, taking big steps towards you.
you finally break into a smile, “how? what? when? what?”
jay laughs, pulling you into a tight hug. the thin droplets of rain that seemed so annoying earlier didn’t bother you in the slightest now. the only thing your being was focused on was being in his arms. jay snakes an arm around your waist and presses a long kiss onto your forehead.
“i got the hotel staff to trick you so you could get out of the room,” jay grins. “i missed you,” he whispers, his wet hair stroking your face gently.
the corners of your lips only rise further, “i missed you way more.”
jay shakes his head to protest against you before meeting your lips in a loving kiss, with his hands on your waist to pull you in even closer. the kiss is sweet, full of warmth and adoration.
there’s not a single care about the rain; despite the fact that you’re both likely to get sick.
it only means you’ll be spending more time snuggled together in the rain; even if it’s in paris. it doesn’t matter as long as he’s with you.
୨ৎ — req by @jongsie ! ( list a, prompt 5 )
i hate this but i hope u enjoy <3 fluff isn’t my strong suit sorry
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I want more time with you…ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
જ⁀➴ pairing: idol boyfriend! Ni-ki x gn!reader
જ⁀➴ synopsis: Dating an idol is harder then you thought it would be.
જ⁀➴ genre: fluff, angst (?)
જ⁀➴ notes: TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY?!???!!!?? NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN PLS Once again it’s all over the place but it’s readable :) i hope !! pls request !!
The soft rustle of tree leaves brushing against each other and the piitter padder of the rain didn’t help in your situation. The feeling of longing in your chest was at its peck. You knew dating Riki was gonna have little to no time spent together. You where 99% willing to go through that just to be with him but that 1% is kicking in.
All you needed right now was him. It was bad day from the start. You had woken up late and got scolded by your manager at work. While working you had messed up an order and had gotten yelled at by a costumer. At this point you a hundred percent believed the world was against you today.
You shuffled through your bag and pulled out your phone. Opening the Camera app and begin to take pictures of everything you saw. Whenever you went out you always found something to send him. Whether it be the food you has ordered or how pretty a flower looked. Sending him pictures always made it seem like he was right there with you.
Pulling up his contact then picking the photos you found the prettiest and hitting send. You shut off your phone knowing he wouldn’t be able to answer since his schedule was so busy. Yet you still anticipated the little buzz from your phone.
Slowly walking through the crowded sidewalks, rapped up in one of his jackets. Umbrellas overtaking the sky as people passed. You couldn’t help but think about him even more.
How it would be so romantic if he was here and you two had to share an umbrella. Crapped under it as you found warmth in his arms. As you made it to the front of your apartment you let out a tired sigh. Yet another day without him in this sad sad place.
Opening the door as you had a million times, the familiar scent of home washed over. As you walked around the apartment your mind wondered to memories you had made here with him. Remembering all the movie nights you guys had and all the arts and crafts you “forced” him to do. Deep down you knew how much he loved them.
Making your way to small kitchen your eyes landed on mug. Not just any mug tho one that you and Ni-ki had gotten together on your 2nd date. You had once again dragged him along some fun adventure. Letting out a little laugh you couldn’t help but think that pottery wasn’t his strong suit. The clay was lumpy and slanted. Still, it was the best gift you had ever received.
A soft buzz interrupted your train of though. The bright light of your phone illuminated your face as you read the message.
“It’s so pretty. Just like you 🫶🏻 - Ni-ki boy”
You let out a laugh at how cheesy he was. Blushing at the comment. It reminded you of the first time he really called you beautiful. Yeah he has said you look beautiful on the first date and so on, but there was one moment you knew he really meant it from the bottom of his heart.
You remember it like yesterday. The gentle blow of the wind washed over you both. It was the evening after dating for a month or so. It wasn’t a special day or anything just wanting to be each others presence. Sitting on a park bench as you both watched the kids and dogs run around having the time of their life.
Your hands intertwined as you sat close to each other. The sun kissed you so perfectly. Riki felt his heart jump from his chest at the sight. Cheeks heating up as he’s hands started to get clammy. It was so cheesy and romantic it felt like it came straight out of a drama.
He let a sigh escape past his lips. Unintentionally grabbing your attention away from the others. You tilted you head towards him letting a smile paint your features. How could he be so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend? He was truly amazed that he had you as his. He stared into you eyes as he let the words slip out of his mouth with ease.
“You are so beautiful”
Silence washed over the two. Not an awkward one. You took a couple of seconds to compose yourself. You are quite used to having someone to call you such sweet names. You tried to play it off by shoving him a little bit.
“Duh I know” You teased. Ni-ik let out one of his well known laughs. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. His laugh was just as contagious as his pretty smile. Letting the moment sink in you wished you could stay here forever. With him. Just you two and no one else. That’s all you needed.
You let out a sigh as you remembered the fond memory. Soon the silence became overwhelming. You had always been an emotional person so remembering these memories did not help what so ever. Your water line fighting tears back as they threatened to fall. A knock at the door rang through the room.
Jumping a little at the sudden sound. Making your was slowly to the door, whipping your tears on the way. Swinging the door open gently it soon revealed your one and only boyfriend. He was covered from head to toe just in case not to get recognized. You stood there in shock since you didn’t expect him to come over.
“Ni-ki?” You hushed out moving to the side to allow him in. As he came in he pulled down is mask and cap. Revealing his highlighted hair.
“Hi baby” he said closing the door behind him before pulling you into a long, crushing hug. His familiar smell over coming all senses. Holding him back tightly the water works began to turn. Slowly tears started to fall on his coat. He felt you shacking and pulled back. Finally being able to see your shining eyes gloss over with tears.
“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He asked, is a worried tone as he tried his best to whip your tears. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling. It was all to much. You didn’t realize how much you needed him. You had always pushed this feeling away because you knew you had to be strong about this relationship. Yet you couldn’t hind how you felt from him.
“I..” your own sobs making it hard to let a single word out. He was quick to pull you back into a gentle hug. This time letting you have some space to breathe. He softly rubbed the small of you back and let his hand run through your hair. Trying to help you calm down.
Soon your cry’s stopped. All that was left where dried tears and small hiccups.
“I want more time with you.. riki” you kept your head down hands still holding him. Afraid that if you let go all you’ll have left of him where memories.
“Aw baby, you know we have all the time in world.” he spoke trying to make you feel at ease. You looked into his eyes for the first time in a while. Getting emotional once again. “I’m scared… i’m scared i won’t have enough memories of us.” you sighed “I know getting into a relationship with you I would have to sacrifice seeing you ever once in a while.. but i just want more time with you. Before we know it this could be our last” thoughts of not having enough moments and adventures with him made you feel hopeless. Silence washed over you both. Your words that had been unspoken for many many months finally spilled out. Unable to stop.
“I want you to make unforgettable memories with you Riki. I wanna be young and dumb and in love with you. Just give me more time.” Ni-ki’s grip loosened around you. He moved his hands from around you to be placed in your hands. He intertwined them together bringing them close to his chest.
“And we can do all that y/n… I promise we have all the time in the universe. I’m not going anywhere as long as your with me.” He placed his lips on yours giving you a soft peck. Bringing his hand up to whip off the dry tears that had made there way on your cheeks. He closed the gap once again. Hoping this kiss would tell you all you needed to know.
He pulled away just enough for your lips to separate. He stared into your eyes, really taking in the fragile moment. As he pulled you close to him a hushed-
“I love you.” fell past his lips.
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#enhypen x reader#enhypen#ni ki scenarios#ni ki x reader#ni ki enhypen#enha niki#niki x reader#niki imagines#niki fluff#niki angst#enha fluff#enha angst#niki#niki dabble
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Boyfriend headcanons with reo, chigiri, and bachira maybe??
Sure! Sorry for this being a bit short but I hope you'll like it either way!
Bachira, Chigiri, Reo boyfriend headcanons
TagList: @miya-akane
⊱ bf!Bachira who will bother you at random moments just because he wanted a bit of your attention or affection
⊱ bf!Bachira who's literally acting like you child more than actual partner
⊱ bf!Bachira who instead of handing you small gifts or something you asked for will throw it after yelling "catch!"
⊱ bf!Bachira who'll take you on random and unexpected dates
⊱ bf!Bachira who always has arm wrapped around your neck or waist whenever you're in public
⊱ bf!Bachira who won't hesitate to scream "THEY'RE MINE" if someone tries to flirt with you
⊱ bf!Bachira who'll drag you out of bed early just because he wants to spend as much time with you as he can
⊱ bf!Bachira who'll tell you how his monster thinks you're absolutely perfect for each other
⊱ bf!Chigiri who brings you flowers at least once a week
⊱ bf!Chigiri who'll lend you his hoodie or jacket whenever he sees you shivering
⊱ bf!Chigiri who you can share your morning and night routine with
⊱ bf!Chigiri who always opens the door for you
⊱ bf!Chigiri who'll do both of your hairs in the morning and he always does it aesthetically and with care
⊱ bf!Chigiri who has at least one matching outfits with you
⊱ bf!Chigiri who splits pinkies with you whenever you two are in public but he doesn't want to be too force too much PDA on you
⊱ bf!Chigiri who'll let you paint his nails, especially if the two of you will have som kind of matching like that
⊱ bf!Chigiri who gives you the best outfit recommendation before any ocassion or even dates!
⊱ bf!Reo who'll give you expensive gifts and act as if they're nothing compared to all the love you're giving him
⊱ bf!Reo who always puts you above everything else
⊱ bf!Reo who'll be clingy on early mornings, wanting to cuddle for just a bit longer
⊱ bf!Reo who splits your fingers together whenever you're holding hands
⊱ bf!Reo who'll treat you like a royalty to show how much respect and love he has for you
⊱ bf!Reo who adores hugging you from behind while you do your hair, makeup or cook
⊱ bf!Reo who's sucker for kisses on the back of your hand
⊱ bf!Reo who'll gladly dance with you, even in the rain if it's for short time and you won't get sick
⊱ bf!Reo who's smile never fades away when he's around you
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#blue lock#x reader#blue lock x reader#bachira meguru#chigiri hyoma#reo mikage#blue lock bachira meguru#blue lock chigiri hyoma#blue lock reo mikage#bachira meguru x reader#chigiri hyoma x reader#reo mikage x reader#blue lock bachira x reader#blue lock chigiri x reader#blue lock reo x reader#fluff#blue lock fluff#headcanons#blue lock headcanons
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keep each other company [Nanami]
Plot : You broke up with your loving boyfriend, Nanami Kento in the heat of the moment. But you can't just seem to move on. The regret makes it hard for you to properly live. You wonder if it is really the end.
"I'll not let you go..."
It wasn't easy, it was not easy breaking up with your boyfriend Kento. You loved him dearly and he loved you dearly. But where did it all go wrong? All you remember was him and you screaming and yelling into each other's face, a nice dinner went wrong. His frustrated voice and your teary eyes, and just 5 words from him, "Then break up with me."
It was not like you guys never fought before but it always ended up in understanding and apologies, not like the way he easily told you to leave him. Okay maybe not easily. He realized the gravity of his words when you actually left him. No way he told that to the woman he loved devotedly, his stress and anger lashing out on you and that's when he realized he lost you.
You would be lying if you said you didn't want to return back to him, just staring at his contact number, laying on your bed, your brain and heart's constant arguments. Your friends advised you to block his socials and move on but you couldn't just, just watched his limited highlights repeatedly as his insta highlight of your pics disappeared. It did hurt.
His finger slowly removes the pics of you from his gallery, his ego winning over as he tries to move on, the keyword being try. But how could he? Everything, literally everything reminds him of you. The cakes he baked, his t-shirts being in his own cupboard instead of yours, his reflection while travelling by the subway, the empty space on his bed, all of these reminded him of you. You were literally the sunshine of his life. Another day of returning from work and just expecting a kiss from you but it hits him, you two aren't together anymore.
It was a rainy day, you were bored to death, no tv show being entertaining enough, no food being appetizing enough, just silently scrolling through dating apps, no man catching your attention. No one was just him. The only man coming to your house being the delivery guy. You were listening to your weekly obsessed song on repeat while admiring how the raindrops embraced the soil. You were starting to move on slightly, accepting that it was over. You didn't have the guts to ask him out again.
Your eyes were closed, humming to the tune when you heard your bell ring. How come so? You didn't order anything and which fool will come to your house when it's raining cats and dogs outside? Anyways not bothered enough to look through the peephole, you open the door only to see a drenched Kento, with red roses in his hand and a expression which begged you to accept him back, Your absence in his life was troubling him so much, he couldn't just live without you and finally came to his senses. You were too shocked to even move and without a second thought, you hugged him like your life depended on it, taking in his scent as you buried your face in his neck. All these weeks without him, you just missed him so much. His hands slowly wrapped around your waist. He leaned down to kiss you, the kiss was slow but passionate. His hands on your cheeks as your lips danced in union and all the time of yearning was finally over. As you pull from the kiss, he kisses your forehead and slowly whispers, "Please never leave me like this again." This period of being apart from each other really reaffirmed your love for each other.
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Here With Me - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader
hi!!! i wanted to request an ethan x fem!reader fic with some fluffy smut.
I was thinking along the lines of the friends to lovers trope: just a lot of mutual pining and sexual tension that’s built up over the friendship, which all comes to a climax (get it? 😅) when they break the tension and finally sleep together and admit feelings.
Please and thank you!!!! 😊
I didn't know my anon requests weren't on, they are now:)
Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader
This contains SMUT - Minors DNI
Summary: A rainy day leads you confessions with your best friend.
You and Ethan have been friends for years. He’s always there for you, you’re always there for him. You have movie nights on a weekly basis, if not multiple times a week. You’ve spent so much time with him lately that you don’t really have any time left to find someone to have a romantic relationship with. Sometimes you miss sex, sometimes you miss waking up next to someone, but that bond you have with Ethan, and the time you get to spend with him, overpowers any of your other wants. You’d been hoping that Ethan could be your best friend and boyfriend in one, but you haven’t had the courage to make a move. You two flirt with each other all the time, but you couldn’t shake the thought that he only did it because he had no one else, while you did it because you were head-over-heels in love with him.
It started to rain as Ethan walked you back to your apartment. It felt amazing on the hot summer day, and you both didn’t care that you were getting soaked. You both laughed at each other’s appearance; his hair slightly less fluffy, and your mascara running down your face. As the rain got heavier, you decided to try to wait it out under a huge oak tree.
“Maybe we should just go to my apartment, it’s closer,” he suggested, the rain showing no signs of letting up.
“I don’t want to walk in the rain, though,” you sighed.
A mischievous smirk appeared on his face, as he scooped you up in his arms, and ran with you through the rain. It was only a block to his apartment, but it seemed like those gym sessions with Chad were starting to pay off. That boy carried you with ease, up to the main door to his building.
“Put me down!” you laughed, as he tried to still hold you and enter the code for his door.
“No, I think this is where you need to be,” he smiled, as your eyes connected. You saw something in them that you’d seen several times before, but you’ve never been able to figure out what it means.
Once you were inside of his apartment, he gently sat you down on your feet. You gave him a light shove for causing you to get even more soaked by the rain, as he plastered a fake-hurt expression on his face.
“Do you want some clothes to change into? I can put yours in the dryer,” he said, as he walked towards his room to change out of his wet clothes.
“Yes, please,” you said, walking into him putting on a dry shirt. You caught a glimpse of his abs. Yep, the gym has been good to him.
He grabbed a pair of sweatpants for himself and you and gave you a huge T-shirt to wear.
After you both had changed, you decided to go to the living room and watch a movie. It was scary, of course, and filled with many jump scares. You jumped in his lap at one point as the villain of the movie popped on the screen, the loud sounds adding to the jump scare. Ethan looked down at you, smiling. He noticed the paths that the raindrops took your mascara on, the way your eyes got big once the music sped up as someone was being chased, the way your lips looked like they’d fit perfectly with his.
“Did you see that shit?” you yelled, after the most gore-filled scene in the whole movie played out in front of you.
“No, I missed it,” he laughed a little, glancing back at the screen.
“How did you miss that? It was crazy!” You said, eyes still glued to the screen.
He noticed that you still hadn’t moved off of his legs. He was enjoying the feeling, too scared that if he moved, you would too.
You turned your head away from the screen, another horrific death scene playing out. Ethan looked down at you, and that’s when you realized that you still had the mascara dried on your cheeks. You tried to wipe it away with your hands, a grin playing on his lips.
“Why didn’t you tell me this was still on my face? I’ve been sitting here looking stupid for the last hour,” you laughed, as he frowned at your words.
“You don’t look stupid, you look beautiful,” your heart started to race, so you tried to play it off.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure I look beautiful with these streaks all over my cheeks,” you said, but he had that same look on his face as earlier, the one you can’t figure out.
“You’re always beautiful. It doesn’t matter if your makeup is messed up. It doesn’t matter if you’re drenched in the rain. Fuck, you could walk in here wearing a trash bag and I’d still think you were the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” he said, as he started to turn red at his own words. He meant everything he said, but he didn’t know how you’d feel about it.
“Well, if you feel that way, kiss me,” you said, as his eyes darted between your eyes and your lips. He hesitated, and you started to think that he might think you’re beautiful, but that doesn’t mean he’s interested. “…or not…” you trailed off, sitting up so you were no longer on his legs.
“No, wait,” he said, pulling you back to where you were before. He leaned down, placing a kiss to your lips.
As both of your mouths moved together, he started to get hard. You could feel him through his sweatpants. Your hands roamed his body, as his roamed yours, but he pulled away. You were confused, he seemed as into this as you were.
“I need to tell you something,” he said, distracting himself from your stare with the tv.
“What?” you asked, your hand reaching for his face, turning it towards you.
“I’m in love with you, always have been,” his words flew out of his mouth at a quick speed, you almost didn’t catch what he said.
“You’re in love with me?” You asked, smiling at him. He nodded, a small grin playing on his lips. The relief of you knowing his biggest secret lifting a huge weight off his chest.
“I’m in love with you too,” you said, pulling him back down to continue. This kiss felt a lot different than the other one. You could feel the love and didn’t question the intentions when his hands started to roam your body again.
You reached down to touch him through the sweatpants, him grunting into the kiss as you rubbed him. His hands went to the bottom of his shirt that you were wearing, lifting it up. Once he got it over your head, his eyes glanced down to your bare chest. He stared for a few seconds.
“My bra is in your dryer, remember?” you giggled, as he kissed down your neck. His hands roamed your chest, just like he’d fantasized about many times before. The sighs falling out of your mouth every time his hand over one of your nipples made him even harder. His hand trailed lower and lower down your body, rubbing you through the sweatpants.
“Fuck, that feels good,” you whispered. His hand moved back up a little, his fingers tugging at the waistband.
“My panties are in the dryer, too, by the way,” you whispered, his blown-out pupils connected with yours.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” he whispered.
“Ethan, if you don’t touch me, I’ll explode,” you laughed, as you took his hand, sliding it under the waistband.
His fingers wandered the new territory, especially your clit. The way your back arched when he brushed it over made him wonder what other reactions he could get out of you. He trailed his fingers a little lower, sliding one of them inside of you, before adding another. You’d been touch-starved for so long that it was hard to control yourself. He pulled his hand out of your pants, hooking your legs around his waist. He stood up with you wrapped around him, walking you to his room. Your lips were connected; your bare chest pressed against his clothed one. He tossed you on his bed, then pulled the sweatpants off you. He’d imagined you naked in his bed many times, but this was better than he ever thought it could be.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, placing kisses up your thighs.
Once his mouth connected with your clit, you made eye contact. Your mouth fell open as he circled the bundle of nerves with his tongue. He was intently watching you as your breathing got heavier, and your whines got louder.
“I need you inside of me,” you moaned out, his hard cock still confined to his sweatpants. He slid them down his legs, grabbing a condom out of the top drawer beside the bed. He put it on, and wasted no time slowly sliding inside of you.
He took it slow at first, before you really wanted him to pick up the pace.
“More,” was all you could get out. He started to thrust faster, letting a few moans fall out of his mouth.
“I have an idea,” he grunted, before stopping his movements. He pulled out, and walked to his closet. He grabbed another pillow out and walked back over towards you.
“Lift your hips for me, baby,” he said, as he put the pillow underneath you.
He quickly slid back inside you, the new position helping him hit that special spot inside of you.
“Oh my god,” you moaned, feeling your orgasm building. One of your hands traveled down to your clit, rubbing it quickly as you chased that high.
Once you started to squeeze around him, he was a moaning mess. It was hot to see him let his noises go.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he said, thrusts becoming more erratic.
He slid out of you and disposed of the condom, then snuggled up next to your naked body.
“That was better than I ever imagined,” he said, his fingers lazily tangling with yours.
“I agree,” you said. He started to smirk.
“You’ve thought about us doing this before,” he asked.
“Yeah, but my vibrator does nothing compares to this,” you said with a laugh.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.”
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Hi Alin! I hope you are well and that your end of the year was very good. Can I request Mikey, Ran, Rindou and Chifuyu reacting to s/o staring at them (can be in public or in the presence of the gang) and the boys just ask her what she's looking at and she just says "I'm looking at my future husband"? Ty, be safe
a/n : thankyou for requesting anon <3
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mikey
your boyfriend was busy discussing about who knows what with draken while you were staring at him intently. the way he scrunches his nose and exhales dramatically, it never fails to bring a smile on your face. draken went to buy some dessert while mikey stayed with you. you moved closer to him stroked his blonde hair. "hm? what's wrong y/n? are you bored?" the man asked. you shooked your head. "nothing, it's just my future husband looks really handsome that's all" you said making mikey blushed and averted his gaze. you could see his ears were red and he couldn't even look at you. "o-oh? uh, good for him then.." he said while still looking away.
chifuyu
he was helping you with your mathematics homework while baji and ryusei was napping nearby. you couldn't help at how attractive chifuyu looked when he's super focused and when he's smart, knowing what he's doing. while chifuyu was doing the math you were subconsciously staring at him. "y/n? hello? earth to y/n?" he poked your forehead that snapped you out from your daze. "oh sorry chifuyu what was that?" chifuyu tilted his head "why are you staring? is there something wrong with my hair or something?" you smiled at him while ruffling his hair "no, i just thought that im currently looking at my future husband" the statement made chifuyu choked, baji and ryusei already laughing in the background when they're seeing chifuyu red. "g-gosh y/n.."
ran
"KAKUCHO!" the scarred man looked at you who was panting, eyes wild searching for someone. "HAVE YOU SEEN MY FUTURE HUSBAND?" kakucho frowned so much he's worried wrinkles are going to grow on his face earlier than expected. "your.. future husband? who's that y/n?" kakucho asks genuinely confused. it wasn't until you heard the lift dinged when kakucho sighed exhaustingly. "MY FUTURE WIFE!" the older haitani yelled when he got out from the lift. you two dramatically ran in slow motion and hugged each other. kakucho pinched the bridge of his nose, tired with your shenanigans.
rindou
rindou was slouching around, your arm draped over him. it was a lazy day, the two of you wanted to go on a date but unfortunately it was raining so the two of you were stuck at the tenjiku hideout. rindou kept frowning as the members did a lot of mistakes with their fighting skills so he sighed a lot. ran kept checking on you two, finding some way so the two of won't get bored. alas, the older brother found some old, sketchy board game and asked the tenjiku higher ups to sit down and play. it was odd to see deliquents playing board games but they were bored so why not. rindou won the game that he cheered loudly, booing at the others. you looked at him while smiling "my future husband won huh?" izana looked at you and gave a sly smirk as they nudged the now quiet rindou. "okay rin you need to invite everyone to the wedding yeah? or you know what? let's get the two of you married right here!" mochi dragged your ass with rindou's to stand and he became the priest who pretended to wed the two of you. rindou blushed furiously, the teasing too much for him.
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