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astralnymphh · 7 months

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rouge cherries, lace panties 𖤐 | ellie williams

☠︎︎࿐-ˊˎ farm!ellie x fem!reader

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✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!

AN: a bit more simpler, lazier and shorter fic, might take a break after this but i grant you with sumn from my favorite ellie era at least!! cw/tags: NSFW 18+ MDNI! proposal, picnic, somewhat proofread, sexual jokes, takes place before santa barbara, sucking on fingers(almost choking on them), fingering (receiving), almost-oral (receiving), dirty talk, doing the deed in nature. WC: 4.2k designated song: sugar- she wants revenge

synopsis; you and ellie have been living on this farm for at least a year now, tucked in the towering mountains of wyoming and just a quaint trek from jackson. just you and her. you, her, the sun, and the moon. what could today entail? what makes this midsummer's day so special?

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it's another day on the farm, yet like no other. it's harvest season, and your crops have got you cut out of your day and preoccupied. plucking fruit and tugging vegetables from the lavish soil in your garden with a certain ellie onlooking from your dusty oak porch. she's observing you in your most natural nature, tending to your art, the garden, and supplying you with a bountiful reaping of food for the inbound month.

there lay a tract of terrain beyond your fences, this beautiful pasture gilded in a magnificent solar ray every afternoon, and ellie's got an itching to bring you there today. with your knees sewn in the dirt surrounding a planter bed, wicker basket beside you and snapping blueberries off their stems, it's got you in a pretty tranquil state that doesn't include the awareness of ellie watching. so when dual warm hands plant on your biceps, it jolts you by instinct.

"how's the harvest babe?" ellie's silhouette looms over you and the berry bush, eyeing the pile of blueberries cradled in the basket, "looks good, when will you be done though, d'you think?" a smirk adorns her lips.

"umm.." your fingers pinch a lone berry, "I haven't gotten to the vegetables yet.." you remind her and yourself, rolling the navy berry between your fingertips.

ellie crouches behind you, "do you haaave to harvest everything now?" she whines, wrapping her lithe arms around your shoulders akin to a sloth and rocking you along with her see-saw motion.

"yes els, if you want food." a quaint giggle erupts from your chest.

"but we have food, babe. our pantry is full of it." ellie attempts to coax you, voice pitching at the brink of her sentence. her lips brush the hairs on your nape and leave damp marks of adoration.

"did you come out here just to distract me?" your mouth creeps into a sheepish smirk, extending your hand out to pluck the last cluster of berries.

"you can tell me to stop." her pecks don't falter, dotting the length of your placid shoulders, "should I stop?" the question phases through you like a tantalizing breeze.

a melody thrums from your hum, eyes drifting closed in the blissfulness that is her velvety lips, puckering against your jawline and tickling your skin slightly with her hair.

"els! that tickles.." you shrug your shoulder against your ear, nudging ellie's face off.

"so.. stop?" she reiterates and streams her steady palms down upon your hips.

you plant two cupped hands over her legs that now settle on both sides of you, whirling slowly to face her and furrowing your brows, "you're a menace. what happened to your little art project you started this morning?"

"well, I saw my wife working outside and just had to join." she draws out an emphasis.

"wife? wife? we aren't married."

"not like we can have a wedding, so I just declare it." her lips resume to your neck, chafing that earthy auburn hair against your cheek.

"you didn't even propose or anything."

"'chn ch-nge th-t." ellie's speech muffles in your collar, tender grips hugging the crests of your hips.

you don't catch her inaudible words, "huh?" you question, grasping the woven handle of your basket and returning it to your line of sight beside ellie's splayed leg.

"nothin'." her raspy voice clarifies as her head peeks up, melting foreheads and poking nose tips together.

you connect constellations dotting her cinnamon freckles with your eyes, trickling down and charting her coral lips. a smile tints yours, whispering, "what'd you wanna do today?"

"hmm?" her visage turns bumbled, "I never mentioned any-"

"you always bother me when y'want to do something.." you interrupt her, earning a hung-open-jaw look from her as she withdraws from your space.

she heaves, yet a cheeky nasal-lined smile summons on her midface, "you.. know that clearing in the woods, back there?" she juts her head in a vague direction, thumb swiping over her bottom lip.

you glimpse at the distant fence ellie points her head to and nod in understanding.

her hand lands on her thigh, "why don't we have a picnic there?" she offers, prodding your elbow with her raised knee.

"you trynna woo me, els?" you tease, easing your hand on her swaying knee.

"baabbee.." she whines, pleading for an answer that sounds a lot like 'yes'.

her whining casts a reminisce to this morning, you clawing your way out of bed, sorry, out of her locked embrace as you tried to prepare for the day. her tousled auburn hair buried in your chest, fingers drawing shapes on your back, pressing her bare torso against your side and begging for you to stay in bed.

"baabbbee.." her soft wail echoed.

"ellie, I gotta get up." her ardent skin was caressing yours and legs intertwined in a knot.

"nuh-uh, no you're not." ellie snorted and further tightened her bear hug to your demise.

"baby, we needa get out of bed, it's harvest day." you coaxed with a cherished kiss to her crown, weaseled only an inch from her before you got lulled back in.

her lengthy limbs, damn those things, can trap you well and remain unmoving. she only wore her nude toned underwear to bed last night, and you a lace panty. not a moment of your memory is blurred, in fact, what took place last night was well etched in your brain. ellie reeks of sex and so do you, she has traces of jasper red scratches on her back to prove it.

"need you babe.." she reaches for your furled hand, sowing soft and needy kisses on your knuckles.

you sighed and just gave up, curled your body with her and combed solace rows into her jumbled mullet.

"so, what do you say?" her voice in reality reels you in, breaking your chain of rememberance.

you take a gander at her features momentarily before deciding, "yes- sure, picnic sounds good." without hesitation.

"good, cause I'm fuckin' famished." ellie's face slants towards yours, her devious fingers slithering beside her, snatching up a blueberry and popping it in her mouth.

you spot this in your peripherals, "ey! don't eat my berries!" you chuckled.

"your berries? there's only one- two berries of yours that I know of, I'm actually quite acquainted-"

you lightly smack the silly smirk off her lips, fraudly disgusted by her immaturity, "you're so inappropriate!"

"not like anyone's gonna hear.." she ovalizes her lips and gusts the linear bang from her cheek.

"you're weird." you roll your eyes prior to standing up with the scratchy basket handle tucked in your elbow.

ellie follows suit, her hand wrapping and clutching yours loosely, "c'mon, I'll help you make the food." her stature stands a few inches above you, wriggling her bottom lip to the side in a crooked peculiar smile that invites those signature dimples to play.

you shun your pupils to the back of your head, giving her the once-over before pacing through the backdoor with her all giddy in hand.

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the iridescent glade comes into view as you're strolling towards it, ellie adjacent to you equipped with a basket in hand and worn out bookbag on her back. you haven't ventured into the woods much after moving here, but with no signs of infected in months you simply deem it safe. she hasn't taken you out like this anyways, not for a while. the last time was her birthday, since it only occurs on special occasions, so why today?

ellie fashions a proud smile shrouded by you being slightly ahead of her, definitely holding hands but you're too thrilled to explore this parcel of forest to take notice. she wore joel's buckskin leather jacket over a plaid shirt, usual jeans with slits in them and sturdy brown boots.

"hurry up babe! I can see it already.." you exclaim with a bounce to your step, swinging her arm around to usher her feet swifter.

a laugh enchants her, "i'm right behind you.. the spots' not goin' anywhere." she assures you calmly trailing a chuckle, but inside, her heart is blooming with beats and sending shrills of tension through her nerves. her mind was up to something.

"it's right there!" you steam off a squeal of elation just seeing the open pasture. the grass is of a radiant jade shade, smothered in a divine ray of sun casting down on it, it looks like it came straight from elysian fields itself. you tear from ellie's hold and dash towards the glade with eagerness.

"babe!" ellie shouts but not without a following chuckle, adoring the pure felicity you expressed brought by this mere sight of nature. she trots after you with a bit of struggle from all the baggage she carried.

you halt just as you reach the center of the glade, staring at the trees surrounding and the canopy provided by their outstretching branches creating crown shyness, all with a bright beam spread across your lips.

ellie catches up with you and sets the basket on the ground, observing the space in detail, "y'want it right here?" she peels the bookbag from her shoulders and tosses it to the grass.

"mhm.." you pump your head in agreement and swivel away from her, admiring the spires of bark and fauna that look like they came from a painting.

she unzips the bag in one swoosh, yanking out a slightly frayed, faded and old beige cotton blanket with little embroidered florals along the hem. ellie dusts it off and thrashes out all the crinkles, laying it flat against the earth and smoothing out all the ripples.

you tilt your head over to witness her squatting down, pulling various objects from the bag and hesitating before she places them down. she appeared to be deep in thought, decorating the empty canvas of a blanket like it was important to her.

ellie's forehead tauts, an arrangement of fine china at her feet, "does this plate look better here.. or here?" her voice chromatically turns gravelly.

"it looks good anywhere.."

"yeah- but I want it to look perfect for you."

"..." you stare with an amused grin.

"hmm, what's so funny?" she coos and hones her focus on you while carefully tossing the plate to one corner of the blanket.

"just you.. you're goofy." you comment with a dim-witted smile.

her gaze narrows and bares her teeth in a matching dumb smirk, tutting her head, "you wanna see goofy?" she challenges you and crawls closer.

"no, I wanna see a set-up picnic. don't get distracted." you tease and parry her with a nudge from your foot resting on her collarbone.

"tch, okay- okay." she leans back on her heel, hastily creating the idyllic picnic with your help.

soon, you're cuddling between some small pillows, bowl of dark rosewood cherries to your right and a knitted blanket draped over your bodies.

ellie lies beneath you, her legs cradling yours and advancing her fingers to the bowl of delectable cherries. she picks one up and hovers it above your lips, beckoning you to bite it.

"what d'you mean we can't get more sheep?" she wheezes a whimsical laugh, chest jittering underneath your back.

"we already have a dozen, babe." you sink your teeth into the cherry and yank it from the stem, juices oozing over the hill of your chin.

"i have more names for them in mind!"

"you can't even get the names of our current sheep right."

she flicks the leftover stem into the patch of grass, "uh- yes I can!" she scoffs and jossles her woody auburn locks up a bit.

"sure babe." you goggle.

you allow the conversation to diminish in peaceful serenity, before raising the interrogation, "why'd you bring me here today?" you shuffle atop her, jabbing her palm to keep feeding you. you're spoiled.

ellie snickers and leverages her hand towards the bowl once again, dangling a cherry from between her fingertips. her throat gritts harshly as she clears it, "i.. have something to show you.." her tone lingers on the vowels.

"oh?" a hint of subtle enthusiasm curls in your voice, "got me a present?"

"you'll see, just- get up." she heaves you upwards and hops onto her feet alongside you.

you clasp hands behind your back, a bit of a bumbled facade shadowing your expression when she just stands still like a statue. "umm.. is it not a present?"

"turn around." her lips curve into a mischievous glint across those pretty rosy lips.

"what the fuck are you gonna pull-"

"turn around!" ellie's grin broadens as she gestures to you to spin 'round on your heel, eliciting a dorky giggle from you.

you cave in and twirl on the tip of your shoe, mindlessly gazing heavenward to the scattered wisping clouds.

"you remember the day we started dating?" her voice flows past you, seeming to erupt from a lower stance like she was crouched.

"uh, vaguely."

this bestows a throaty chuckle from ellie, "and you remember what I gave you when I.. confessed?"

"yeah, you gave me bent daisies that you tore from the poor ground." you bash her, one brow inclining up your head.

"i'm not a botanist." she nicks the rear of your ankle, shambling against the fabric-veiled grass.

a tingle sprints up your leg at this contact, making you shy away from it slightly. a specter of stillness corrodes the air, so you perk, "can I turn now?"

"yes." ellie's speech trembles yet is laced with certainty, planting a seed of curiosity in your noggin.

you teeter over slowly like a creaking wheel, pupils hastening down to materialize ellie in your mind, propped by a knee, the other raised, pinching a tiny flock of daisies with their honey pistils staring back at you. her face bruising of an apple hue to her skin behind those sun specks, her verdant rings peering from those lashes and a brazen half-moon to her strawberry lips. they part as the realization begins to plague you,

"will you be my wife?"

your body goes hollow and nerves wrack up in shock, an elusive beam of emotions vibrate in your heart and collide your shaken knees to the blanket. a hand quivers against your mouth, the words stolen from you. the love just boils over.

"els- i.. i.." the boulder in your throat clogs, managing to swallow it up and brim you with warm tears, "yes.. yes!"

she practically springs up and coalesces with you, arms wrapped around you and elevating you off the ground with blazing elation. you feel her wide smile plastered against your lips as they make merry, smoothing out to drag her lips over yours in a fervid kiss.

she parts, "no ring but.. we don't need that, right?"

"mhm, don't need it.." you sever your weight from your feet to her, sticking close, "I love you.. so much."

"love' you too baby.." she hankers down and sits criss-cross in front of you, easing you into her splayed lap. "now i can call you my wife."

"should we have our own little wedding? just us, like, as if it's some ritual or.. stating our vows or.. handfasting and declaring our love before empty seats.." you ramble nonsensically, assuming it just whooshes right over ellie's head.

"we have our picnic here," she opens her arms to signify the space around you, "we can tie that all up here, including the honeymoon!"

"hmm, 'weird that you mention the honeymoon. I think you said that so it happens now."

"no! I'm just.. throwing stuff to see what sticks.." she diffuses a dumb visage, knitting her brows together.

"i think you wanna get a fuck on in the forest." you leer in your suspicions and creep over her body till' she meets back to ground.

"and if you guess right? would you?" her demeanor shifts to boot a seductive one.

ellie still had some drive in her, even to last night's depictions. the way her lean vein lined arms are still pumping with detectable lust, yearning for your body in ways that should be bound to the bedroom only, but she doesn't give a fuck. she needs to fuck. a fucking given to her.

"fuck yes I will." you grind your pelvis longingly on her thigh, kneading your confined bud in one long swipe, a good start-up.

not an inhale later and ellie already has her jacket reeled off by the sleeves, a series of stripping set in motion when her shirt's buttons get popped one by one.

you follow through with one sweep of your top over your crown, tethering the bare skin surrounding your bra to the midsummer breeze, giving you a hare of raised bumps that are quickly cured by ellie's ardent skin adjoining yours.

her lips suture themselves to your plender gap, lapping at the groove of your collarbone delicately while her keen hands roam your legs, squeezing the soft plush padding of your inner and outer thigh with her fingers.

"I'm gonna make you feel.. s'fuckin' good.." she whispers in hushed mists of heat, sanguineous nibbles forging up your chin and gluing your lips together in a lustful frenzy.

"I need you ellie.. now.." you intone against her captivating lips and take hold of her wrist, guiding it to cusp your bra-clad breast.

"so bold of you.." she rewards a praise, tucking her nimble fingers behind the clasp of your bra and pinching it free. her hands tug the straps from your arms and whisk them away to some unknown plot of grass.

the course of wind grazes past your nipples, making you shiver. you watch her pupils dilate at the sight of your two perky buds reacting to the breeze.

"mm- fuck.. love these." ellie's mouth latches to one of your breasts, suckling the nipple lavishly with a damp suction and playing the other one like a flip-switch lightly with her thumb.

the barely-there feeling of her thumb summons a flurry of carnal want in your core, preluding to your now lubricious panties sopping for physical attention. this seeps through and forms a miniscule spotting on your inseam.

the hand that still had a gripe on your thigh fleets to your crotch, distinguishing this faint blot of wetness, welcoming a proud smirk to dent her midface, "fuckin' wet already.." her voice rasps hauntingly, "gonna get my fingers all pruney.."

you chafe in desire against her stationary digits, making her snatch them away and repel your pelvis with a push.

"nuh-uh, pants off first."

her face displaces from your hanging breasts, creasing the blanket back up and crunching the grass to gaze back at you. she peruses your zipper and deftly unfastens it to pull your pants down with a might. once they're off, her hands zip into the underside of your knees, flipping you over and mountaineering over you with an undeniable hunger in her manner.

"ellie!" an entranced giggle beams from your throttle, low-key turned on by the daring action.

"god, really soaked these huh?" her voice flows in a higher pitch, referring to your ocean-drowned underwear.

"yeah.. you did that.."

"mhmmm~” she vocalizes behind shut lips, “don't think I even need to remove 'em to taste you.."

you witness her descending into the depths between your legs, biting down her cushiony lips and nearly salivating at the front-row seat view to your sobbing cunt. her own arousal starts to stain her own panties and even little riffs of repressed whimpers vibrate from her lips. she graces you with one pour-over before smashing her mouth against your clothed slit, puffing a humid cloud over your entrance and licking up the seeped puddle of slick.

you jerk in sudden sensation, "babe! oh~ fuck!"

"yup, tastes so fucking good." she's like a beast to your crotch, slathering the soiled fabric with even more wetness likes she's fucking starving. her forehead is taut and eyebrows flit in concentration, you can already hear the eulogy ringing for your soon destroyed pussy.

your fingers nest in her hair, massaging and stamping into her scalp at the pure feeling of her tongue, you need her in indescribable ways, "need your fingers ellie.. need u're.. need.." you chant in fleeing breaths.

she grumbles in swelling arousal and unlatches from your puffy slit, brazen giggle chilling her throat at the sight of your avidness.

she huffs, "kay, gonna take these off.." ellie anticipates the moment she gets to stuff your pretty pussy to the brim, drowsy eyes never drifting from the lace concave between the valley of your lips. she slews those panties off instantly and brings them down to your ankles, making sure they'd never be found among the meadow around you.

you spread your legs for her sights to soak in, burgeoning a redness to her face like time and time again, a satisfied grin tugging the corners of her lips.

she sticks two ready fingers in her mouth, moistened them up, "gonna make you see stars, hmm babygirl?"

you gnaw your lips inwards at her affirmation, eyeing the route her hand takes from mouth to lower regions, forking your slit open and running them clit to hole, hole to clit, repetitively. this coats her digits in a glistening film of your arousal, visibly pleasing her.

"mm- that fucking sound.." the parting of your drenched folds entices her ears like a melody, "hear that baby?" ellie's voice chimes in a honeyed whisper.

"yes.. yes.." your essence shudders in her thrall, vulnerability afflicted by your neediness.

ellie beholds your figure in one final glance before aiming on your center and jamming duo digits in your aching pussy that vacuums her up with the help of your dripping nectar overflowing at the base of her knuckles. you wallow in the gratifying gauge she has brought you to, a fluxing whine tinting your tongue.

"good girl.. taking my fingers in so nicely.."

you contract around her, letting her know how much those words truly thrill you and she rebounds by thrusting her fingers in and out of you at a sluggish pace.

your jaw quivers open in the whirling ecstasy that begins to dribble into your void brain strictly honed on the pumping motion of her willowy fingers.

"hmm.." a visualization prompt in her noggin convinces a plan to unravel by her hand snailing to your mouth, luring it ajar, "open babe."

you obey with moving lips, flattening the plateau of your tongue beneath her fingers.

"like this don't you? mm- fuck." ellie grunts seeing you engulf her paired index and middle in your warm mouth without a gloom of delay splitting your will. her other fingers meddle with the crux of your delight, sloshing with every insert of her lengthy fingers piping you.

"oh my heaven on eart- auck.." a spastic cough tickles your throat around her digits.

"just suck baby.. just suck."

you resolve your words and pucker your lips down, swirling your tongue around her still fingers. muffled vibrations of moans string out around them, rattling your teeth.

each flick of her skilled wrist occurs in short breaks, meanwhile pumps hasten inside of you, thumb unfurling to patten down your clit in rigid circles. she coos, "gonna cum on my fingers?" in reply to your writhing contentment.

"fast- fhster.." you shear your chords forcing a plead on fingers narrowly itching the back of your gullet.

"awhh, u're such a mess." her hand forceps your jaw, locking her fingers wedged between your front teeth.

"guh- mmmm!" your body shrivels in unfathomable bliss and an inbound phantom orgasm overwhelming your senses.

ellie starts snapping her hand at an aggressive velocity that slaps against your swollen folds with wet smacks striding the open air, scrunching her nose up at the sheer speed she’s going.

"cum baby- cum.."

"I- ahh.."

"soak my fuckin' fingers, soak them in that pretty fucking pussy." she encourages in husky mewls, finger pads jostling your g-spot in a rhythm that drugs your mind with numbness, repeating, "cum for ellie.. cum for me.."

you swear your walls convulse prior to tightening up like a wringed towel and releasing a stinging orgasm upon you, growling on her fingers still present on your tongue.

"ghnnnn.. fck!" you curl up in pleasure and screw your eyes shut. this orgasm hits you like a bullet train and it shows in practice, clawing and digging your mark on ellie's available wrist with clamoring wails from the sanctum of your chest.

"yeah? so fucking hot.." she notes to herself in a low navelly tone, slipping her sticky fingers out trickling in your juices.

you chase your breath stranded in another galaxy, "can't feel my.. legs.. fuck, ellie, where'd you come from?" you quip in emphasis, face still beating red like a volcano.

"from boston, precisely." she sneaks in a dorky response.

"shut up.." you knock on her head with your foot, gasping when she grabs it and plants it on her shoulder.

she bucks her hips into your ass, squeezing her torso between the basin of your legs, levitating overhead. there's a solace moment of a love-staring-contest casting those green circlets infused with devotion and appreciation. staring back up into those eyes assures you, she's home, she's heaven and she's never leaving you. although, ellie, like the freak she is, breaks the innocent moment, "think this'll continue in the bedroom?." she peppers a solemn kiss to your forehead hazed in underlying intention.

"probably, knowing you."

"knowing me what?"

"you know."

"I don't."

"ellie!"

"we'll find out, hmm?" ☆

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moralesmilesanhour · 10 months

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teamwork (makes the dream work...?)

genre: enemies to lovers I guess? I'm bad at these 😭

summary: one week, your usual work partner is absent, so instead you are seated next to a genius with attitude problems. it happens.

wc: ~500

A/N: if i can manage to be consistent for once, this will probably be a series because I haven't done one in a while. pls feel free to leave your reactions in the tags or comments! happy reading 🫶🏾

next see all parts in my masterlist!

Sunlight filtered through the large classroom window. Usually, you'd be seated right by it, letting the rays warm your face in the air-conditioned room.

Not today. Your usual partner was out sick, so you were moved to the back of the classroom. Blocking out the sunshine was the silhouette of a boy you had only seen in the hallways once or twice.

He had deep brown skin, with two neat cornrows cascading down either side of his neck and brushing his shoulders. You also made out an undercut, faded cleanly beneath the braids. There was a case meant for holding glasses sitting at the front of his desk, but no spectacles sitting on his prominent nose.

The boy was bent over his worksheet already, arm covering the page.

"Hey," you said with a pleasant upturn in your voice. A full thirty seconds passed. He didn't answer, so you try again.

"Um, excuse me-"

"I heard you."

The boy kept his eyes on his desk, brows knitted together with focus. He was making broad, sharp strokes with his pencil. His elbow moved for a moment, revealing not a sheet of math problems, but a piece of printer paper filled with intricate geometric designs. Precise lines come together to create the form of a caped figure. It has large, mechanical claws and a mask with sharp, wide eyes.

"That's a cool drawing," you commented. The boy's shoulders jumped to his ears as if he'd been caught before dropping back down. He finally looked up from the page and paused. Wide, brown eyes flickered across your face, trying to determine what to make of you.

"Thanks," was all that the boy said before returning to his sketching. It wasn't long before you interrupted him again.

"You not gonna finish your work?"

"I'm already done, that's why Ms. Jones put me back here and let me rock."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Well, excuse the fuck outta me," you muttered to yourself.

You messed with the sleeve of your royal blue uniform blazer in silence, weighing your options. Ms. Jones wasn't going to let you turn in another incomplete assignment, and this kid couldn't even be assed to say 'hello'. A deep sigh escapes your lips.

"Can I get your name, at least?"

The boy set his pen down with a slam, and looked up at you as if he'd just been asked what color the sky was.

"Morales," he deadpanned, with a slight roll on the 'r'.

"Which Morales?"

"Miles."

You hummed in slight recognition, having heard the name somewhere before, murmured next to you in passing.

"You Dominican?"

"Puerto Rican."

"Oh, cool."

"M-hm."

He picked up his pen again and began to twirl it between his pointer and middle finger, but held your gaze. You looked like you were finally about to get to the actual question.

"Well, Morales," you began with a smile.

Here it comes.

"Since you're done, can you help me with-"

"No."

You scoffed, "What's the point of being partners, then?"

Miles had already returned to his original position, scribbling away. He didn't look at you, this time.

"We not partners, ma."

...And so began the longest school week of your life.

#miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #moralesanhour

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koostarcandy · 11 months

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remedy

summary: "i think, just think, if you stay here, just for a while, play with my hair or whatever, i may fall asleep, just saying."

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: jeon jungkook rotting my brain fluff

wc: 875 words (tiny baby)

a/n: lmao look who's back because she fell asleep on jungkook's live (like literally my phone was on my face) also for this story's sake, this took place in the dark of morning and not the dawn :] also, also, there's a spoiler for the pale horse by agatha christie in here :P happy 10 years everybody! here's to more ♡

"how was the book, my love?"

you trip over the soft rug placed infront of the bathroom door, startled that your boyfriend's still awake at 3:33 a.m. you figured he would fall asleep after watching spiderverse reels and coming up with tons of theories about the final movie of the trilogy. jungkook lies on your side of the bed, fluffy mop of dark hair covering his tired eyes. you take your time with your skincare routine, describing the agatha christie you've been reading for the past 2 and a half hours, knowing it was gonna be a long night anyway.

"it was thallium poisoning, koo, not witchcraft. i never knew your hair could fall out in clumps because of that." you gently massage the serum into your face, looking around from the mirror to jungkook's gaze on you, slight smile playing on his pierced lips.

"did you put this before heading to bed, koo?" he moves his head absentmindedly, eyes darting from the small bottle in your hand to your face back again. you take it as a yes, meticulously placing the bottle in its designated place. you all but rush to bed, sneaking under the covers to his side of the bed.

your beloved shifts from lying to his side to on his tummy, chin placed on his special neck pillow, cheeks getting squished from his hands holding up his head. you scoot closer to him, brushing the bangs away from his face. you finally catch the stars in his eyes, nose scrunching in delight at the impromptu head massage.

"what's on your mind, baby?" you mumble into his hair, when he finds his way to your chest, arms immediately wrapping around you tightly in the softest way possible. "dunno," you feel his shoulders go up and down when shrugs, "there's always something up there now, you know?" he practically buries his face in your neck, placing a chaste kiss here and there. his fingers trace their way all the way from your hipbone to your shoulder, fidgeting with the thin silver necklace holding the delicate pendant he had given you on your birthday.

"wanna sleep and at the same, i don't wanna," he pouts, moving away from you ever so slightly to look up at you. "and why is that?" you ask curiously, smiling at him shivering at the touch of your cold fingers at the back of his neck. jungkook gazes at your eyes boring into him like warm rays of sunshine after a sudden spring shower. your moon-like eyes turns into pretty crescents when the silence gets comfortable, your bodies blending into one for warmth, despite the sultry heat outside. jungkook flings his leg over you, practically intertwined with you like vines on a lamp-post. its like his mind has come to a standstill, in a good way. the million thoughts running in his head has suddenly ceased, all because of your firm yet tender hands on him, one playing with his hair absentmindedly and the other tracing hearts on the upper part of his tattoo sleeve.

jungkook knows, despite not answering your question, you see right through his silence. he has wondered and pondered, over countless nights and self made whiskey cocktails, what exactly plagues his mind to avoid him catching up on some shut eye. he is no stranger to insomnia, often finding himself with new hobbies to while away the time till he finally gets sleepy. he boxed, karaoke-d, cooked his way through it all, that is until, he found you.

his own personal remedy, in the form of the most emotive, sometimes amorous love. nights spent with you is new everyday, no matter the place or time. you both could be on the couch, tummies full and hearts content at 9:45 p.m and jungkook would find himself asleep within seconds, something he could rarely achieve by himself. your lingering touches are something he thought he could only dream of, often waking up to you rolled over to the other side of the bed, grumbling to himself about your adventurous sleeping habits, wondering why you could never stay in one place, knowing he's subject to your teases about the same everyday. he gently pulls you to him anyway, spooning you until he finds the warmth he was searching helplessly for so long in his dream-like state.

"i can only sleep well when you're here with me," he confesses, a whisper into the dark space you both fondly call home. you catch his doe eyes on you, the night lights from outside never failing to enhance the galaxies you wake up to and sleep to everyday. jungkook clasps the back of your shirt in his hand, a subtle sign that he's succumbing to sleep's heavy hold.

"i think, just think, if you, just for a while, play with my hair or whatever, i may fall asleep, just saying."

your hand immediately resumes it's precious job, chuckling slightly at his quiet request of a head massage. his eyelashes flutter when his eyelids betray his mind, wanting one last look at you before he sees you again. before you know it, he's snoring away to dreamland in your arms, where you trust you'll meet him soon.

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saintslewis · 5 months

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❝ 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!reader

summary: when he comes back from arguably most demanding races of the season, he truly wants to be cuddled up with his girlfriend especially when they haven't seen each other in two weeks.

warnings: established relationship!, mild smut (18+ MDNI), cussing. the usual. typos.

wc: 2.6k

requested: yes | no ~ this lovely request right here!

saint team radio: i wanna scream, this was supposed to be out in SEPTEMBER!!! but now it’s here 🤭. lil one shot before releasing “Break my Soul” and i hope you guys enjoy this one. plus i’m getting used to writing smut now 😧 anyways bye! love ya!

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"I know what you are." You gasped as you watched Bella confront Edward in the forest. The morning sun was shining its rays through the large windows and sliding doors of the large house. The couch was slowly sinking you into it, the packet of cookies from your favourite bakery nestled next to your comfortable figure.

Understandably, it was quite early in the morning, 9 am to be precise, to be watching Twilight and munching on cookies but to be fair, Roscoe had woken you up for early morning snuggles. Deciding to check the time on your phone, you became distracted by your wallpaper of Lewis with you next to him with the green mountains of Bali right behind you both, flowers behind your ear to celebrate your birthday.

You truly missed him a lot, these past two weeks felt as if they dragged on and on the longer you waited to see him. Only being able to see him on your phone screen and tv, his fashion becoming a staple for you to follow almost every week. When his face appeared on screen for a post race interview, you would find yourself admiring him and completely closing off to whatever he was saying into the mics. Even seeing his car drive around gave you butterflies, just hearing his name would make you stop in your tracks every single time.

Lewis' face quickly invaded your mind, no longer focusing on the movie before you. Although you had tried to distract yourself with giving yourself tasks to do along with completing some work you probably missed, doing those things were just always better with your boyfriend around. Physically being on each other's space was something you needed desperately, a true connection when realising that you both had the love language of physical touch.

During these two week, you would resist the urge to touch yourself in thought of Lewis, deeming him to be the only one who could find your sweet spots so much better than you could. Embarrassingly enough, you had resorted to watching fan edits of him just for you to feel something. All you did was like a single video on your feed then you fell into the rabbit hole of his fans being extremely talented and feeling the way you felt but you would sleep better knowing that you had him all to yourself at the end of the day.

Snapping you out of your daily daydream about your boyfriend, your phone buzzed with a notification from the front gate of the house to say that a car has entered the driveway and you immediately jumped up in excitement, alerting Roscoe. "Come on boy, Dads is home." You smiled to the energetic dog who was eagerly waiting for you to put your slides on.

Opening the front door wide enough, Roscoe ran right past you to greet Lewis as the man was taking his luggage out of the trunk, giving his affection to his dog before standing up straight (with a bit of caution) to look at you standing just a few feet away. He studied you from head to toe, the Nike pro shorts were barely visible underneath the +44 sweater that you helped design. Your braids were fresh, nails done and from what he saw, a small but new tattoo on your hand and he swore his stomach flipped at the sight of you.

"Hey baby!" You expressed as you threw your arms around his neck, his head buried itself into your neck and your scent filled up his nostrils. "Hi." The tired voice vibrated through your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His large hands were resting on your lower back moving ever so slowly, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Moving your heads back, you gave him a sweet peck as he looked into your eyes afterwards. Studying his face a little, his eyes were a little droopy and his face wasn't as bright as you saw it on facetime hours ago. Letting go of the hug, you moved to help him with his suitcases but noticed that he seemed to walk a little funny as he walked into the house.

Finding him in the kitchen drinking a glass of water, you chose to lean back into the counter next to him. "Knowing you, I can tell you didn't eat so how about you go shower and i'll make breakfast?" You suggested and all the man could do was smile and lean in to kiss you, tasting your strawberry chapstick before going upstairs with his hand on his back.

A hearty breakfast and him talking about how the race went in terms of strategy then a few discussions of random stuff, you both opted for chilling on the couch to catch up on a bit of TV. Lunch was ordered and you two spent the afternoon just being in each other's presence. You then decided to showcase the clothes you had bought during the two weeks he had been gone, each dress and skirt getting shorter than the last with his exhaustion preventing him from wanting to take you right then and there.

Changing back into the original outfit you had on, he quickly changed into his gym wear to work out in the home gym he had built in before you had moved in. "Will you be okay to workout, Lew?" You asked, filling the glass with small heart shaped ice cubes, ironically matching the tennis bracelet you were wearing. "I'm fine sweetie, I promise." He muttered as his eyes trailed down to your chest, the +44 sweater long gone as the day became hotter. "Eyes up here, babe." You giggled as he didn't even seem to hear you say anything.

"What?" He snapped out of it, making you laugh a little harder. "Go do your workout stuff, you dork. When you come back, we can do some skin care." You smiled as he held your hips with his grip tightened. "I can think of something else-"

"Lewis, I'm gonna bite you. Go." You narrowed your eyes at the man who walked away giggling as if he heard the funniest joke.

Nighttime was slowly approaching and dinner was already prepared, finding pesto really easy to make. Lewis was still in the home gym, your phone buzzing with instagram telling you that he posted on his story. Clicking on it, you saw how your boyfriend took a full body mirror picture with his shirt completely off and he looked a bit breathless. The lights glistened on his abs and tattoos, accentuating his tan even more. The v line was showing as his shorts sat quite low on his waist and you were left speechless, gripping the blanket so much that you could barely feel your hand anymore. Rubbing your thighs together, you tried to relax your thoughts by reminding yourself that he still has what seemed like an injury on his back.

But to be fair, nothing could stop him, not even an injury.

You tried distracting yourself from the instagram story by playing some music and doing some online shopping. Hearing his heavy footsteps enter the room, his sweaty self looked at you with a look you knew all too well but you decided to not do the deed tonight because you thought he needed to be well rested for this.

"You gonna go shower?" You stopped what you were doing and faced him with crossed arm with a little smile on your face. He came a bit closer and you backed up. "Lew, get away. You're sweaty." Your cheeks started to hurt from the smiling and all he did was open his arms as he came closer to you. "Lewis, I'm so serious. Babe wai-" You didn't even finish your sentence before you bolted, heading up to your shared bedroom and he chased after you with both your giggles filling the air.

"Baby, stop moving. I can't put on the under eye mask." You pouted, holding the cold cucumber scented applicator in your hand. "It's just cold." He muttered, holding the back of your legs as you stood between his legs. "C'mon gramps, it'll take like 5 minutes then you'll forget it's there." Knowing how he'd react to the nickname, you received the nastiest side eye you've gotten from him. Doubling down in laughter, you held onto the bathroom sink counter for dear life as you continued to laugh with him.

As the laughter died down, you fixed your braids into a bun and put your hand out for him to give up his hair tie that he has had on the whole day. "I like your earrings, love. When'd you get them?" He asked, now standing behind you as you made eye contact in the mirror. His eyes still had the same look as when he came out of the gym. "Remember that one bracelet you brought back from Milan last month? They opened a store in Central london so I think it was Thursday." You nodded as you told him, removing both your under eye masks to then fully wash and moisturise your faces.

Lewis opted to watch you complete your routine as you did like to take your time with it, the scented candles creating the perfect atmosphere. His left hand came around your waist, his other hand holding onto your hip and his head dropping into your neck with small butterfly-like kisses peppering your skin. You stopped everything you were doing to feel exactly what Lewis was doing to you, his large hands lowering down your body with each kiss.

"Lew, baby. You need to rest." You whispered, unable to speak from his soft kisses. "Missed you so much, just wanna feel you.” He whined into your neck. As he picked up his head to kiss even further, you already turned your head to look at him, your face filled with worry.

“Can you not make that face?” You slightly jutted your lip out, his face sending a completely different message. “Is it working?”

“No.” You tried your best to hide the smile from your face, your boyfriend’s face dropping at the answer. Backing away from his embrace, you walked into the bedroom, fully aware that he was following right after you.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you watched as Lewis stood in front of you then locked eyes with you. “Love, can I at least eat you out?” His whiny voice sounded out and you were fully taken by surprise. You had yet to experience this side of him in the bedroom but if it meant hearing that voice all over again, you were all in.

Not even waiting for your words, the man dropped down onto his knees, holding your thighs as balance as he maintained the eye contact with you. “Please, please baby. I’ll be so good, I promise. Won’t tease you, I’m starving. Just wanna taste you.” He rambles, his eyes slightly closed as his voice drops the closer his face gets to your thighs.

You couldn’t believe what was actually happening, so much so that it took you a few seconds to even think of a response. His chocolate eyes looked up at you with such anticipation, eagerly waiting for you to say something, anything. All you could do was nod and within seconds, he began kissing up your thighs, silently thanking the universe for bringing the two of you together.

Between her slight panting, you remembered that his back was in pain from earlier in the day, giving you an idea. “Lew.” You called out, his head rising to stare at you once more. “Lie on your back, don’t need you to hurt it more than it already is.” You said, slowly guiding him to stand up with you then push him down onto the bed by his chest. He huffed out a slight chuckle at your eagerness.

Once the clothes were off, you crawled up to straddle him but catching him by surprise, your lower body was closer to his face than he thought. Your legs were on each side of his head, your dripping core was hovering right above his mouth, he could’ve sworn he was in heaven. Gently holding onto his braids, you lowered yourself slightly yet not fully sitting, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to breathe.

“Y/n baby. Sit on my face, please.” Lewis groaned from underneath you, his breath hitting your core making you slightly shiver. His large hands creeped up onto your ass, bringing you down onto his face with a grip. Once you had gotten used to him devouring you like a touch starved man, you eventually found your rhythm and began moving in perfect harmony with his tongue, slightly pulling his braids when you felt the all too familiar knot into your stomach .

Your orgasm ripped through you, your moans bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom. When wanting to lift yourself off of him, he continued to lick and suck on your sensitive clit, overstimulating you quite a bit. Your moans grew into whimpers and that’s when Lewis knew that you were beginning to feel tired, your body slightly shaking from the intense sensation of your release.

Now having a bit more energy, you actually lifted yourself up from his mouth and wanted to go down on him as you craved to have something that would give him the same sensation that he gave you. Before you could even reach his hard on, he held onto one of your hands. Kissing your palm, he spoke up. “Can you please just fuck me? I need to feel you around me, sweetie.” Lewis asked, the same look from before wooing you so easily.

You continued making your way down on him until he suddenly flipped the both of you. “Lew! Warn a girl next time!” You wanted to roll your eyes at him but he just smiled and leaned down to give you a breathtaking kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach once more.

“I’ve got you, baby. Just let me make you feel good.” He smirked, holding your legs to go around his waist. Once entering you, it truly felt like this should go on forever, have this night replay in your mind like a broken record. His hips snapping against yours would bring you back to reality, seeing stars once the familiar knot returned to taunt you. With the way he was pounding into you, you would’ve never thought he had back pain the whole time.

You screamed upon your 4th release, your body flopping against the sheets as you tried to catch your breath. Lewis emerged from the bathroom with a warm and slightly wet towel to gently wipe your pussy, you sucked in a breath as your sensitive clit felt the material against you.

Once fully done with aftercare for you and himself, you looked up at the man as you layed on your front to look at him laying next to you. “I truly love you, Y/n. Couldn’t thank the stars enough for you.” He expressed, the look in his eyes sending a deeper message into your soul.

“I love you so much, Lewis.” You responded and you could feel the love radiating off of each other.

This was love and you could forever drown in this feeling with Lewis right by your side.

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wonuvs · 27 days

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⊹ ׂ wjh — boobjob virgin

pairing. jun x afab!reader tags. established new relationship, reader is wearing a bikini, reader is implied to have big boobs, reader is referred to as girl, boob worship, first time tittyfucking & just so dirty omg, smut. wc. 2k

note. if u saw me post this twice... no u didn't.

as soon as jun's eyes laid on you showing off your latest purchase, he had to physically swallow down a moan because oh my god he could swear you just popped out of a wet dream of his.

the bikini he bought for you while out and about in the city the previous evening fit you like a glove. its design was simple, but fuck if the sight of you in it, of your stunning tits being held up by thin straps, of such little, tiny pieces of fabric covering your nipples and pussy, both of which he considered to be his personal heaven on earth, didn't turn him on.

and you, catching his eyes lingering a tad too long on your boobs (and knowing how whipped he was for them), teasingly shook your top half, making them jiggle and him groan at the sight, a noticeable blush on his cheeks and neck and chest spreading, highlighted by the 7 am tropical sun rays flooding your room.

he licked his dry lips as his eyes burned every inch of your body into his brain, and a dreamy sigh left you. he looked ethereal, exquisite, so devourable with his sunscreen covered skin glistening under the warm light, you wished the rest of your friends weren't already up and running around your rented holiday house, ready to head out in around 30 minutes to secure good spots on the nearby beach, because his confident demeanour and hungry eyes eating you up from afar made you all but want to suck his cock dry, and 30 minutes weren't nearly enough for that to happen—he always came so so much.

warmth started to pool in your lower stomach and between your thighs when you noticed a slight movement under his swimming trunks, and you grinned, almost innocently as you walked towards the foot of your bed until you stood in front of him, in between his manspread legs, in all of your glory, flaunting your divine, perfect body.

placing your hands on his broad shoulders and a knee on the bed, you asked, “so? what do you think? you like?” the sultry tone in your voice didn't go unnoticed by him—on the contrary, it only caused his already stiff dick to harden even more.

your fingers moved to rest on the back of his neck, nails lightly scraping his skin, and you simpered at the chocked, “yeah...” he let out before his hands went to your bare asscheeks, softly fondling them as his wide eyes stared at the way your barely covered boobs jumped and moved with your every breath and word, right in front of his face. “so so gorgeous, baby...”

he didn't even realise drool had gathered at the corner of his mouth until you wiped it off with your thumb—but could you really blame him? you were hot as fuck, your tits were in his face and you were talking to him with that sweet, honey-dripped voice of yours; if anything, you deserved to know how much he wanted you.

so, with a grin and no hesitation, he pulled you closer so he could nuzzle his face in between your full tits, moaning your name when you pressed his head to your chest, the smell of your perfume mixed with sunscreen going straight to his head and making him dizzy. “god, so perfect–”

and though he'd sucked on your tits plenty of times since you started dating months ago, his tongue was still as frantic as the first time—and you fucking loved it. it was quick to lap and bite at your skin, dampening the valley between your breasts, covering the whole area with kisses and love bites before one of his hands left your ass to cup your boob. “jun—” you suspired, and he looked up at you as his warm, familiar palm made contact with your barely covered, hard nipple, and you licked your lips, your fingers running through his brown hair.

you watched as his red lips trailed over your soft mound, as his warm hand squeezed, groped it before swiftly pulling to the side the fabric covering it. a desperate whimper left him when your boob bounced at the loss of support, and you could feel his dick brushing against your thigh jerk, causing your slick cunt to clench around nothing, and to remember how deliciously heavy his cock always felt on your tongue... and shit, you needed him in your mouth—and you needed him right now. fuck it if you had less than half an hour to do that.

tugging at his hair as his fingers fondled your curves, your body impatiently thrust itself against his face, making him snicker and bite down on the softness of your tit. you whimpered, not so subtly rubbing your knee against his crotch, making his tip drool through his swim trunks and your boyfriend hiss and lick and suck harder on your skin.

“hah—junnie?” you moaned, and he hummed, looking up at you, mouth latched to your exposed nipple, soaking it with his spit. you gushed at the way his big eyes stared into yours, at the way his tongue circled your areola as he waited for you to continue, both of his hands played with the softness of your mounds—and all you could imagine at that moment was how his cock would feel in between them, what it would be like to jerk him off with them, and you whined at the mental image.

“please, junnie! let me- let me… fuck-” you could barely speak from how turned on you were, so you just quickly trailed your fingers down his cheek and neck and chest until you reached the waistband of his trunks, at which you immediately started tugging as you got on your knees in between his thighs. you couldn’t wait anymore.

it wasn't long before his swimwear laid somewhere on the floor and your whole body was on fire, core pulsing and panties uncomfortably sticking to your cunt as his big, wide eyes watched as you fisted his cock, pumping him a couple of times before gathering most of his precum and, with no hesitation, spread it in between your boobs, looking him straight into the eyes, moaning out a pleading, “please please please let me fuck you with my tits. please, junnie!”

it's a miracle he didn't straight up just cum on the spot.

gulping, his eyes roamed all over your pouty face, glossy pupils, and hands squeezing and toying with your boobs, and the butterflies in his stomach went crazy—because oh my god you were about to give him a fucking boobjob, and looked like you would cry if he said no.

jun grunted, tongue swiping his bottom lip as his hands lunged forward to press your tits together in front of his leaking cock, thumbs rubbing your stiff nipples, fiery eyes staring you up and down, breath staggering at the low, needy, breathy moans you let out. sliding closer to the edge of the bed and fisting his dick once more, you brought it to rub against your nipples, and you could swear you saw his soul leave his body for a moment—and it made you feel so sexy and hot and wanted the knot in your lower stomach started tightening. he groaned all of a sudden, “fuckin’ go ahead then-”

while chewing on your bottom lip, you rested your hands over his much bigger ones and sat up straight so you could envelop, completely cover his throbbing, red, angry cock with your boobs—and he was so fucking glad he'd forced his eyes to stay open, because the sight of you pressing your tits together around his leaking length, of your mouth letting out short, laboured breaths, of your tongue darting out to lick his peeking head, of your eyes rolling back at his taste, was one in a million.

“good girl... hah— makin' me feel s-so good–” he managed to stutter out, his hands groping and squishing your boobs as you moved them up and down his length, their warmth and your breathless moans causing his mind to go completely blank. you looked up at him through your lashes, and he groaned, mouth hung open, forehead and chest damp with sweat, cheeks red, muscles flexing, heart threatening to jump out of his chest as his eyes stayed trained on you—you and the way you let a dribble of spit land on his tip to slicken him up just to lap at it the next second, the way the sounds of your tits fucking him became dirtier, louder, more sinful as more of his precum progressively coated his entire cock and your chest, now glistening under the sun rays, as you repeated through clenched teeth the most perverted of words he'd ever heard you utter.

his hips started stuttering, jerking forward as you brought him closer to his high, and a satisfied smile popped on your face, knowing how good you were making him feel.

“hah- yes, fuck— keep...” he blabbered, more of his cum drooling out of his cockhead, “keep, keep— shit, b-baby... squeezing me s' good-”

you grinned, proud and happy waves going through you with his every sound of approval, “yeah? makin' you feel good, junnie?” you inquired, speeding up your ministrations, aiding yourself by gently jumping up and down in your spot, the sight of it causing jun's eyes to roll back.

“mhm-- yes— it's... such a good girl, my g-god—” a high-pitched whimper left his puffy lips when you squeezed him right at the base, making his head fall back. you could feel his length start to throb and jump erratically, his gradually whiner voice repeating your name over and over, so you picked up your pace, now fucking his poor, spewing with precum cock ruthlessly while feeling as if you were about to cum as well, even if untouched, and who could ever blame you? you had the prettiest boy's dick in between your tits, making him moan and look at you with such a fucked out expression, making him drool and his abs clench and his toes curl and his length throb, about to release.

“'boutta cum, huh?” you asked, core quivering when his teary eyes locked with yours before he nodded, licking his dry lips as he stared at you swipe your tongue over the head of his cock, “let go then. cum all over me, junnie— know you want to see my... ah– my tits all white with your cum... please, give it to me- wan' it—”

you barely had the time to finish begging before he squeezed his pretty, pretty eyes shut and he whined your name while hot, white ropes of cum spurt out of him, painting your boobs and chest and neck with his release.

happily helping him through his high as moans of your own reverberated in him, you looked up at him, and saw him panting, eyes glossy, sweat dripping down his face while soft trembles, spasms of pleasure visibly ran through his veins, and you grinned wider, satisfied, knowing you'd reduced him like that.

dropping the hold on your tits when his body finally calmed down, you watched with amusement his mouth open and close repeatedly, his eyes jumping between your eyes and lips, and you giggled at his next, breathless words, “gonna marry you, my god, you’re fuckin’ unreal-”

“YAH! YOU TWO! STOP FUCKING AND COME OUT IN THE LIVING ROOM IN THE NEXT 10 MINUTES UNLESS Y'ALL WANNA PAY FOR EVERYONE'S DINNER TONIGHT!”

oh. right. the others. you'd completely forgotten about them.

“GOT IT! BE OUT IN 10!” you yelled before pulling yourself back up, but now on wobbly legs and aching knees, both of which made you whine.

and he pouted at that, eyes traveling down to your drenched panties and inner thighs, and next thing you knew, your lips were locked into a passionate, mind-blowing kiss as he swiftly untied your now-ruined swimsuit, letting it drop on the floor while before being dragged inside of your en suite bathroom, then into the shower.

quickly crouching in front of you and throwing your legs over his broad shoulders, holding you up by your butt, he turned on the shower head, and the warmth of his breath hitting your core, of his puffy lips latching to your cunt made your hips jolt, your pussy grind against his face, causing your both to moan and you to tangle your fingers in his messy, wet hair, “b-but... jun, hah- we need...”

“just think about cumming on my face, yeah? 10 minutes is plenty of time. just focus on my tongue and let go.”

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pali-writes-atiny-bit · 21 days

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Of Haircuts and Hyunjin

Pairing: Hyunjin x afab!reader (Y/N)

Summary: Hyunjin badly needs a haircut, and you're about to be his new favorite hairdresser.

WC: 1.95k

Content Warning: Intended for 18+ mature audiences, MDNI! Suggestive Content. Let me know if I missed anything else.

The rays of the early morning sun shine down as Hyunjin pulls up outside of his favorite salon, District 9. The exterior is a sleek and modern building with an interior design of black and white. You stand behind the cleric counter tapping away at the booking computer's keyboard. You've just opened, so you're the only one here. As he approaches the cleric counter you greet him with a smile and a small bow.

"Welcome to District 9! You must be Hyunjin. I'm Y/N and I'll be your hairdresser today. Do you know what kind of style you're looking for today?"

He confirms and gestures to his hair with a chuckle "I think it's time to cut this a bit shorter.” All through dance practice the previous evening his silky black hair had been falling in his eyes and sticking to the sweat trickling from his temples.

You smile again and laugh "I think I can handle that. Are you interested in any color?"

Hyunjin finds himself caught up in your laugh - it's so warm and sweet and it lights up your face. Your rich brown eyes crinkle at the edges and he notices you have the cutest lips with a perfect cupid's bow.

After a moment he realizes he still hasn't answered your question.

"Color? Hmm..." He ponders. He hadn't been thinking about color but he could be persuaded. "What would you recommend?"

You study him for a moment - taking in the fine planes and angles of his face - before turning and leading him back to the hair wash stations. "I think you'd look very nice with a deep burgundy color."

He follows you a few strides behind and takes in your outfit. You're wearing a sleeveless black turtleneck crop top and a free flowing red skater skirt paired with black over the knee boots. He can't help the fleeting thought about how hot you look.

Once you reach your assigned wash sink, you gesture for him to take a seat on the plush leather. He does as instructed and reclines back so his head is over the sink. You turn the water on and adjust the heat until it feels just right.

You have to lean over him slightly to thoroughly wet his hair. He looks up at you through his lashes and is startled to realize that he can just catch a glimpse of your underboob. It's just a small sliver of flesh, but it looks firm and perky, and delicious. His tongue flicks out to lick across his upper lip. He flushes slightly at the trajectory of his thoughts and squeezes his eyes shut hoping you don't notice.

He opens his eyes again as you turn off the water and glances up at you. You give him a smile before turning to pump some shampoo into your hands. As you work the shampoo into a lather you also begin to massage his scalp and it feels heavenly. He closes his eyes again and lets out a small sigh of pleasure as he melts into the seat.

You smirk at the sigh, you know it feels good - the wash step is everyone's favorite part about a haircut. While his eyes are closed, you study his face closer. His face is absolutely stunning, and you notice a beauty mark just below his left eye. You also notice the remnants of the flush that painted his face as you leaned over him earlier. He may be your client, but it seems that neither of you are immune to the other's charms. And that, that makes you want to make him feel better.

Continuing your massage, you begin lightly scratching your short nails across his scalp. A bolt of pleasure zings down his spine leaving goosebumps in its wake. He shivers slightly and groans softly. The feeling of your nails at his scalp is transferring directly to his cock. He struggles to quell his growing arousal. After all, the hair salon isn't the place to pop a full boner.

Eventually, you remove your hands from his head and Hyunjin almost whines from the loss. You turn the water back on to thoroughly rinse the shampoo out before pumping some conditioner into your hands and applying it. After a few minutes, you rinse out the conditioner and squeeze the water from his hair. You wrap his hair in a towel and then purposefully lean over him again before tapping his shoulder and letting him know he can get up.

He looks up and catches another glimpse of that tantalizing flesh before you straighten up. He subconsciously licks his lip again before moving to get up. He follows you to your hair cutting station. He could just be imagining it but your hips look like they have a little more sway during your steps - your skirt swishing teasingly.

He sits in the barber's chair and you fasten a cape around his neck before adjusting the chair to the proper height. You prepare your comb and clippers with a #4 guard and say "well, shall we get started then?" He nods and you begin running the clippers through his hair.

He strikes up a small conversation with you while he studies you through the mirror in front of you. He studies the way that top clings to your breasts. The way your skirt flares out from your waist. He asks how long you've been a hairdresser. You reply that you've been doing hair for about 7 years now, that your family doesn't approve, and that this is your first month with District 9. That explains why he's never seen you before, he'd have remembered.

You continue your movements while engaging in his idle chitchat, the words flowing effortlessly. Once his hair is uniformly clipped, you switch to your pair of scissors for the finishing touches. You spin the chair around to work on his hair in the front and Hyunjin promptly finds himself face to face with your perfect breasts. The barber’s chair is set to just the right height - all Hyunjin would need to do is lean forward and his face would nestle straight between your globes. The ones that he was just admiring in the mirror. Instead, he takes in a steadying breath through his nose. Notes of jasmine, amber, and a hint of citrus invade his senses. You smell smell warm, sensual and inviting. Rather than steadying himself, his exhale is even shakier.

You raise your arms to trim some uneven pieces of hair and your breasts rise with them. Christ. He groans to himself. He can tell you’re not wearing a bra, and if he’s not mistaken, he can see your nipples. Hard tips pressing against the ribbed material of your top. He can’t help but lick his lip again as he imagines what it would be like to take one of those points between his lips - his teeth.

As you're trimming with your scissors, you leave the ghost of touches along the shell of his ears, and down the back of his neck. Brief and teasing, but innocent enough to be passed off as accidents. The feather light touches heat his skin andsend jolts of pleasure shivering across his body. Between everything - his thoughts, your smell, your touches - he’s rock hard in his jeans. He’s never been more thankful that the cape covers his entire lap. He wonders if you know what you're doing to him. (You do - and you love how responsive he seems to be).

As quickly as you turned him to face you, you spin him back around. You set down your comb and scissors and brush off any stray pieces of hair that remain stuck to his shoulders. You lean down and whisper in his ear “all done.” His brain seems to freeze as he feels your warm breath caressing his ear. Before he realizes it, you’re standing up straight as if nothing happened asking "what do you think? Have you given any more thought to color?"

His brain is still struggling to catch up. Did he just imagine that you whispered in his ear? He clears his throat and studies his reflection in the mirror. He thinks the hair cut is perfect and just what he wanted. He shouldn’t have his hair in his eyes for a least a couple months. After studying himself for a second, his eyes slide to look at your reflection. His hair might be cut, but he’s not quite ready to leave yet. He swallows and replies "the cut is perfect and I think I'd love to get some color."

You grin and excitedly reply "you want to go with the burgundy?"

He nods and you clap your hands and head off to mix the dye.

He watches you go with a smirk on his face. Just what are you doing to him he thinks.

You return and apply the dye to his hair before setting a timer and leaning your back against the counter in front of him. You cross your arms, pushing your breasts together and up. After seeing them up close he wants to touch them so bad. To feel how they fill his palms, and to test their weight. He has to clench his jaw and his hands into fists below the cape before he does something that would be very inappropriate.

You catch him staring and give him a smirk and wink. "Do you like what you see?" Your voice is low and sultry.

"Darling, you have no idea," he groans. You might have some idea you think to yourself.

You unfold your arms to push yourself up to sit on top of the counter. As you do so your skirt rises slightly. Hyunjin’s gaze tracks straight to the toned thighs that are revealed a little more. You cross your legs, allowing him a flash of your panties as you do. "Well, I like what I see too,” you say as you not so subtly look him up and down. He flushes slightly but meets your gaze. His twin orbs seeming to mirror the desire you feel.

You spend the next 30 minutes waiting for the color to develop and exchanging flirty remarks. When the timer goes off you lead him back to the hair wash station. You know exactly what you’re doing as you take your final chance to lean over him. You take your time carefully rinsing the dye from his hair.

Afterwards, you lead him back to the chair for a quick blow dry. As you fan the heated air across his hair, ears, and neck he can’t help but think of the warm air that came from your breath. He stares hard at your reflection while you work - thinking of this experience and all the things he’d like to do to you. Glancing at him in the mirror, you catch him staring.

Turning off the blow dryer you place it back in its holding slot. You lower the barber’s chair to it’s resting position and remove the cape from around his neck. "Alright Hyunjin, if you're done checking me out, let's go ahead and get you checked out!" You grin at him and he smirks back, taking a moment to not so subtly adjust himself. Your eyes flick down to the way he grabs himself through his jeans. It’s your turn to lick your lips.

At the cleric counter he hands you his sleek black card and you ring him up. He signs the receipt and leaves you a big tip. You hand him a copy of the receipt. At the bottom is a hastily scribbled note.

In case you want to do more than look ###-###-#### - <3 Y/N

A/N: Thanks for reading my second fic, y'all. I left this one suggestive but let me know if you'd be interested in a part 2.

Also, my requests are open and I'd love to hear your ideas!

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids ff #skz ff #skz fanfic #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x y/n #hwang hyunjin x you

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mooishbeam · 3 months

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『♡』 Strawberry Lemonade

♡ featuring: toji x f!reader

♡ synopsis: you plan to make strawberry lemonade for the summer, but life has other plans. wc: 1.7k+

♡ cw/tw: just some fluff, toji kisses :3

notes: idk why i kept thinking about soft cottagecore toji my brain fhioshafiohiaf this was so self indulgent srry for any mistakes ive been sick for a few weeks lol <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated!

After heavy rain showers, sun rolled in and devoured everything beneath it.

Toji doesn’t like summer. He wasn’t exactly fond of the heat rays rippling across the pavement, his black slides bonding like tar if he stood in one place for too long. His bangs would mat to his forehead, and it was overall a hassle to tolerate. He’d much rather laze under air conditioning for the entire season.

Until you came along.

He’d never met someone so delighted over sweat and mosquitos before you. Maybe that’s why he slowly became accustomed to such weather. You weren’t shy about your strange habits. After all, on your third date it poured like no other, and instead of taking cover, you skipped through the rain. It was strange, yet he cracked a smirk at your wide grin.

You’re happy and that’s good enough for him.

You were elated at the promises summer bore, specifically for your plants. Fruitful flowers meandering on branches, the first sign of hibiscus blooming. Every year around that time, you carried your plants outside to bask in her warmth. It was all an invaluable gift from Mother Nature, and you did your best to honor her.

Of course, Toji had to purchase a house with the most sunlight, and a backyard to match—not with you in mind, at least that’s what he’d day as he avoided your gaze. He knew your housewarming gifts would consist of planting tools, but the sheer amount of it was staggering.

It was no surprise you planted your seeds the next day and watched them like a hawk. Toji was sure to mention how much of a “weirdo” you were for spending so much time caring for your perceived babies. A weirdo he loved, because he left marks of his affection in every nook and cranny. Sure, he feigned annoyance over it, but you knew better when he did things you didn’t ask for. Toji isn’t a verbally expressive husband, but his actions make up for the rest.

Like when he built a wooden potting bench to store the inventory accumulating in the corner by your plants. You came home as he was applying the finishing touches and embraced him for what felt like hours. He rolled his eyes, pretending to be unfazed by your gratitude, though you could still see the growing ghost of a smirk; “Don’t thank me, that thing was an eyesore.”

It benefited him, too, to gaze through the screen door in the afternoon and see the gorgeous sun-kissed glow on the apples of your cheeks. He adored your soft eyes that diligently monitored the seeds starting to sprout with a tender smile.

You filed chunky soil into terracotta pots you painted with various designs. The one that resembles a tiny cactus with a face grew a bundle of basil. The other one similar to a tiered strawberry cake grew a fitting crown of strawberries. You weren’t looking to bake an outstanding cake or be the best gardener. For the fruits of your labor, the only thing you wanted was—

A single pitcher of strawberry lemonade.

Toji trudges down the stairs half-asleep and enters the kitchen to pour the usual cup of coffee you make as you wake before him. However, there’s no jug awaiting him. He opens the screen door and finds you kneeling over the pots, sporting a bow knot straw hat and an overall romper in the sweltering heat. Your brows are furrowed, and you pick at the foliage.

He leans against it and scratches his ankle with the tip of his slides. The screen clicks the side, and you turn to him.

“Oh, hey.” There are somber notes in your voice, and something in his body wants to reach out and protect you from whatever’s pulling your face into a frown.

“Hey.” He walks over to you. Your lips are tucked behind your teeth, poking at the strawberry in your palm. He kneels on one knee and you glance at him, flashing a meek smile. He wishes he didn’t have a closer view as your eyes threaten to brim with tears. Oh…his heart, tight and struggling to beat.

Toji was used to loud, ugly love. But you—your love was as gentle as the petals of an orchid, and you’d changed him without even trying. That’s why he adorned your ring finger with precious diamonds. He became a better man and husband in your arms, and in turn he’d give you the world if you desired it. So why were you about to cry?

“What’s up?”

“Nothing…” His eyes follow yours, to the flourishing bunch of basil. And then to the lackluster strawberries.

The ones still hanging from their stems aren’t award-winning. They’re deformed, with multiple nubby ends protruding from every side. They look more like hopeful raspberries than anything else. There’s a considerable pale color washed over half of them. You mold one in your palm.

“Can’t be nothin’.” He picks the strawberry from your hands and observes it with two fingers. It lacks seeds and a deep, rich red. “I just don’t know what went wrong.”

"Who said somethin' went wrong?" You lock eyes, and he pops it in his mouth.

Yours widen, and you cup his face to try and force it out his mouth. “Don’t!”

Toji bites, and in an instant utter sourness prickles his tongue. There’s a strawberry flavor, but not enough to combat. The sting is strong, and when it coats his throat, his tongue contorts to fight the sheer bitterness.

Somehow, he remains stone-faced—a battle with his gut reaction. He can’t bear to break your spirit, not like this, not when you’ve spent months strategizing and waiting for your efforts to ripen. Toji tells the harsh truth, but when it comes to you, he’s willing to be selfish.

He continues to chew while you nervously fiddle with your fingers. You gaze at him, doe-eyed and anticipating his response. The lining of his cheeks excretes copious amounts of saliva, and he finally swallows.

“S’good.”

“R-really?” You’re shocked that they’re edible in this state. He nods and it relieves some of your worry, though you’re unsure about his honesty.

He thumbs the wetness on your lashes away. “Said I like it, so make some of that lemonade ya talked about so much.”

You place a handful of strawberries on the kitchen counter and get to work. You haven’t tried them out for yourself yet, but you don’t want to waste any considering how small they are. Toji stretches out on the chair, black tank riding up as he watches you slice the tips off the strawberries. Your delicate fingers handle them with such care, just so you don’t disappoint with an unpalatable drink. Cute.

When you’re done, the rose-colored liquid fills half the pitcher. You top it with basil and stir it around. You pass a glass to Toji, heart-shaped ice cubes floating on the surface, and sit across from him.

“Let’s try on the count of three.”

“Mhm.”

“Okay! One, two-“ Toji doesn’t stop for the counter and begins to gulp the drink. You take a sip of yours. The tooth-rotting sugar did some to quell the taste, but it was still insanely sour. Your lips purse and you shut your eyes, emitting a tiny squeal. It’s your first attempt and you know you shouldn’t be so critical of yourself, but you can’t help but feel like a failure.

When you open your eyes again, you’re dumbfounded at the empty cup in front of Toji. He licks his lips, “It’s good, baby. Why you look like that?”

“No way.” He tilts his head like he didn’t just consume a liquid jawbreaker. “Hm?”

“It’s…it’s really bad, Toji. You don’t have to lie to me.” You avert your eyes and stare at the condensation running down the glass of your unsuccessful project. He wraps around the table and leans against it while you’re sitting. He cranes your neck with a calloused hand underneath your chin.

“Look at me. I’m here”

“I really wanted it to work. I spent so much time on it.”

“I know, don’t take it so hard. I like it.”

“You just don’t wanna hurt my feelings.” You weren’t entirely wrong.

“It tastes good 'cause you made it.” When you don’t respond, a malicious smirk spreads on his mouth. “Wanna try?”

Toji bends down. He squeezes your face to puckering and plants a deep kiss on your lips. Rough and meaningful, and you melt into it. He releases his grip and follows it with warm plush kisses chasing your contact. His lips are soft but slightly chapped, fleeting hints of cane sugar and just enough basil to notice. Bitter like the descent of a bleeding sunset, the chill of autumn’s return. Silent assurance, that everything was okay, and will be okay.

He parts when you tap his sturdy bicep for fresh air. “Ya done bein’ a baby?” You giggle. Perhaps you overwhelmed yourself obsessing about it for months. He brings you back to Earth, and after the overthinking subsides, you think the outcome isn’t too horrible. A long deserved break is overdue.

“Yea” you sniffle, and he lifts you from the chair into his arms. You lock your legs around his back and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Now c’mon, I wanna lay down.” Lay down is his go-to phrase, but he actually means cuddle. He’d never say it, even when lying down quickly became Toji turning on his stomach and shuffling his massive weight onto your chest. It’s what you need right now, and the way his palm rubs up and down your back reduces your mind to mush.

“I’m being a bother” you mutter. He pecks your jaw.

“Nah. Love takin’ care of my little crybaby.”

Laying down becomes cuddling as you predicted, and you massage his scalp until he dozes off in slow breaths. Your favorite weighted blanket traps you between his muscles, and you happily accept.

You’re reminded of his vulnerability, his eagerness to trust without words. He took your problems and made them his. You both surrendered your fears and insecurities to love each other. You traded walls for strawberry kisses, and there’s nothing more you could ask for.

Daylight peaked at its highest point, and as you drift to sleep you wish summer wouldn’t end.

#toji fushigro x reader #toji fushiguro #jujutsu toji #toji x reader #jjk x reader #jjk

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ellabsbitch · 11 months

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training wheels

pairing: ellie williams x reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, lil possessiveness, ellie kinda stern with r ngl, she is sweet too tho trust, face slapping, fingering, dirty talk ig, idk what else

a/n: i’ve been trying to finish this for literally so long but today i had a sudden urge to finish it so here we are! i hope you enjoy n lmk what you think. also at first i was using the song “training wheels” by melanie martinez but it doesn’t match a lot but i kept the title. also kinda proofread kinda not so sorry if there’s typos.

wc: 4.1k :0

ever since you walked into Jackson, ellie has felt an overwhelming urge to protect you. she saw how nervous you were when you were meeting everyone and it made her want to take you in her arms and never let go.

eventually, you and ellie became very close friends. the two of you hardly spent time away from each other, unless she went on patrol. nonetheless, the first thing she would do when she got back from patrol was come see you. she loved the look on your face when she surprised you when coming home early. you would practically leap into her arms and tell her how much you missed her.

ellie just loved that about you, how sweet you are. you hardly ever became angry, if anything, you were like a ray of sunshine that ellie desperately needed in her life. the way you always were tending to others and never put yourself first made that funny feeling continue to grow in ellie’s chest, the urge to take care of you.

not only were you so kind, you also were so innocent. when you went to the tipsy bison with ellie and her friends, the group cracked vulgar jokes all night that had everyone crying laughing. meanwhile, when ellie looked to you, she saw the quirk of your brow as you sat in confusion. without explaining, she rubbed the small of your back with a soft smile. she liked that you didn’t understand the crude jokes they made.

one time at one of many sleepovers, ellie was sitting on your living room couch waiting for you to finish getting ready for bed when you came downstairs in the most skimpy pair of pink shorts she had ever seen. not only that, you also adorned a nearly see-through white tank top. with a quick glance at your chest, she immediately took notice that you weren’t wearing a bra either.

ellie’s skin grew hot as she watched you walk towards her, looking like you came straight out of that playboy magazine she found awhile back when she was patrolling with dina. you stood in front of her, fingers tangled together in shyness.

“does this look okay ellie?” you said, finally uncrossing your arms, giving ellie a perfect view of the hardness peaking through the fabric of the tight tank top. ellie didn’t even get a second to retrieve the air back into her lungs before she watches as you turn around, showing off the way the shorts fall so short on your ass that it was leaving nothing to the imagination. the air must’ve made its way back to ellie because she’s sighing out as she stares as your beautiful body, at a loss for words.

“you look beautiful, sweetheart,” she gritted out, all while staring at you with so much adoration. she watches as you giggle and turn back around to jump onto the couch and cuddle up next to her.

“thank you els,” you say, looking up at her with wide eyes, having no clue what you are doing to her.

however, as much as she felt the need to protect you, she also wanted to be the one to ruin you. at sleepovers, when y’all slept settled up right against each other, she dreamt about taking you right there. she often fantasized while on patrol about how you would feel if she ever got the chance to have you, leaving her to excuse herself from her designated patrol partner to deal with her problem else where.

slowly, ellie started to cross the line of friendliness and flirting. whenever out with friends, she would find herself resting her hand on the inside of your thigh if you sat next to her (which was majority of the time). whenever she saw someone staring at you if you guys were out, ellie would pull you tightly into her side and run off the person just from her piercing glare. at your usual movie sleepovers, she led you to her lap during the movie rather than your usual spot next to her. all through the movie, ellie’s hands rubbed from the outside to the inside of your thighs, leaving you with tingles in your lower body.

more recently, ellie found herself reprimanding you when you decided you were going to act out. whenever you began to whine after ellie ended up winning in a game of “go fish”, ellie was quick to correct you with a stern pat to the side of your thigh and a simple, “no whining” that immediately shut you up.

one night when you and her went out with dina and jesse, she watched you and dina dash to the dance floor, leaving her and jesse to talk at the bar. as jesse began rambling on about the patrolling routes, her eyes flitted from him to you every few seconds, making sure you were okay. after double-checking on you, she turns back to jesse and finds herself laughing at the impressions he makes of the people at the bar.

she’d gotten so caught up with jesse that for a moment she forgot where you went, glancing to the barstool next to her. the anxiety in her chest fades away when realization hits her as she remembers you were just dancing with dina. however, the anxiety quickly turns into anger due to the fact she wasn’t expecting to look back at you to find you dancing with one of the guys that work at the bar with Seth. though you seemed to just be having fun, the guy clearly had different intentions than you. for a moment, she watched as he pressed himself into you from behind and she swore she saw red. ellie hastily excused herself from the conversation with jesse and made a beeline to you.

you don’t notice her presence at first, that was until you felt a familiar grip around your wrist, yanking you in the same direction. whipping your head towards her, you don’t even get the chance to see her face at the rate she’s already dragging you away from the scene and out of the bar. your feet tangled together as you struggled to match her pace and after a few minutes of trying and failing to keep up with ellie, your wrist starts to feel numb and you whimper when the grip on your wrists does not let up.

hearing your whimper, her grip loosens and she stops walking all together, now turning to fully face you. finally getting a look at her face, you see a range of emotions dancing in her eyes, most notably, anger. you cower under her angry stare, diverting your eyes to your pink converse that contrast greatly next to her black pair.

the ground becomes very interesting to look at while you avoid your favorite pair of green eyes. before you get the chance to count the 5th rock you’ve started concentrating on, you feel her grip your chin, placing her thumb under your bottom lip and her index under your chin. she lifts your head back up to meet her gaze and she looks as mad as ever.

“i don’t ever wanna see you dancing with anyone like that, okay baby? promise me you won’t do that again.” she says, surprisingly soft for the way her eyes beat down onto you. without a second thought, you nod your head, heart beating out of your chest. she shakes her head, reaching her other hand up to run her fingers through your messy hair, “i need words pretty.”

you shake under her stare, attempting to swallow before responding, “no more els, i’m sorry.” her palms find your cheeks, as she cups your face between them and smiles, “good girl.” the ache between your legs, like the one you get when she touches you, returns at her words and you sigh out, leaning into her palm.

never did you question ellie’s actions, or thought of them as weird considering you two were just friends. you believed she knew what was best for you. in fact, you loved when ellie was more possessive over you. though you didn’t understand what exactly was going on between you two, you knew that ellie was the reason for the pounding between your thighs whenever she was near.

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tonight was your weekly movie night. you and ellie were currently sat on your soft couch, cuddled up next to each other watching a movie she found while on patrol the day before. with one glance at ellie, you thought you were going to die at the familiar ache that began to grow between your legs.

ellie was leaned back against the couch, legs spread out in relaxation with her arms resting on the back of the couch. her left arm was right against your back and every so often you would feel her hand dip down and rub at your shoulder. your stare doesn’t falter when she glances down at you and smiles, her eyes meet your own before she turns back toward the flashing colors exuding from the tv. the throbbing grows stronger causing your eyes to glaze over in want. you didn’t know what would stop the ache, but you knew you needed her to touch you.

trying not to make your feelings so obvious, you slowly scoot closer into her side and leaning your head on her upper body. your eyes never leave hers through your movements, though she never even looks at you. you almost whine at the lack of attention she’s giving you but you remember her expressing to you how she doesn’t like whining, she would rather talk to her than whine.

you twitch again, moving even further into her, leaving no room left between you two. at your continued movement, her head turns down towards where you’re staring up at her with a look in your eye that ellie can’t put her finger on. her arm drops from the back of the couch to wrap around your waist, holding you tightly to her.

“what is it, pretty?” she whispers, the loud movie playing in the background. ellie watches as you whimper at the compliment and her eyes drop down to see you try to subtlety squeeze your thighs together.

when she looks back up at your face, she notices you biting your lip as you stare back at her. ellie nearly groans out at the way you are looking at her, eyes glazed over in need.

as for you, her intense gaze makes you nervous, leading you to look down at your lap. ellie is quick to pull your chin back up to face her and you whine out at the physical contact. she tuts at the noise, gripping your chin a little harder.

“hey, none of that. use your words baby,” she says with a stern tone and a shake of her head. the grip she has on your chin only intensifies the want you are craving from her.

you feel your cheeks heat up at the nickname and you suddenly feel very shy. truth be told, you don’t know what is wrong so how can you tell her?. all you know is that you need ellie to make it better.

“it hurts els…” you trail off, starting to slowly move your hips. thought ellie knows exactly what ‘hurts’, she tries her best to put on her best worried expression for you.

“tell me what hurts so i can make you feel better baby,” ellie says, hand moving from your chin to the side of your face, holding your face in her palm.

you lean into the warmth of her palm and nuzzle your cheek into it. ellie smiles down at you, watching as you slowly lose your mind as the intensity of your wanting grew stronger.

you sob out to her, control being tossed out the window, “b-between my legs… it only feels better when you touch me.” with your words, you try to drag the hand that is at your waist down where you need it most.

you don’t get far as ellie is quick to snatch your hand in her iron tight grip. the pleasant look on her face disappears in seconds, now replaced with an icy glare conveniently directed straight at you.

“uh-uh, you ask me nicely to touch you,” ellie grits out at you. unfortunately for you, a whine escapes your lips causing ellie’s grip on your hand and face to tighten even more. “i’m trying to be sweet with you baby but you’re acting like a selfish brat. maybe you don’t deserve my kindness.”

crying out, you begin to beg for forgiveness. “n-no i’m sorry els i’ll be a good girl for you, please i’m sorry,” you find yourself crawling into her lap as you speak without any resistance from her side. ellie looks at you with a skeptical eye and she tilts her head slightly to the side.

“be a good girl and ask nicely for me to touch you,” she finally answers, her touch disappearing from your skin. at the loss of her warm hands on your body, you pout, neediness growing stronger.

“please els, ‘m sorry, j-just need you touch me!” you whine out to her, eyes wide as you take on the lustful gaze in her own. she stares back at you, considering your words.

absentmindedly during her consideration, you grind your core into her jean-covered lap, the thick material sending shots of pleasure to your warmth.

hit with the realization of your movements, ellie’s hands pop up and the iron grip on your hips returns shortly after she lands a heavy slap onto the side of your thigh. she holds your hips down onto her lap, the pressure stimulating your bundle of nerves. eyes now tightly shut, you cry out at the closeness, leaving her to scoff up at you. suddenly, there’s a quick slap the side of your face, whipping your face to the side.

your eyes fall shut as heat spreads across your cheek. tears leak down your reddened face, you peek back open to see those familiar green eyes pouring into youl. her fiery stare matches the harsh grip she keeps on your body, not letting up in the slightest.

“are you too fucking dumb to follow my simple directions? my little slut is so needy she can’t listen to a word i say?” her voice fills the previously silent room, apart from the panting that could be heard from the both of you. you shudder, however you fail to respond to her assertions, leaving her to mockingly coo at you, “that’s okay baby, i’ll just have to make you listen.”

an unfamiliar feeling coursed up and throughout your body at the thought of what’s to come. whether it was fear or excitement, it made you grow even more wet than you already were. in a flash, your pink pajama shorts are being ripped down your shaky body.

gasping at the sudden coolness from the air hitting the insides of your thighs, you try to close your legs to stop from shivering. before you could get your legs shut, ellie’s hands glide down to your knees where she yanks them back open to spread you out for her.

“no more hiding from me baby,” lips slowly turning up into a grin as she glances from your face down to what lies between your thighs. slowly, one of the hands that gripped the back of your knee smooths over your legs up to the waistband of your underwear, in which she runs the tips of her fingers across. her teasing causes your core to ache even more leaving you a whining mess above her. she breaks her trance when her eyes meet yours, lips breaking out into a smirk before her head dips down to leave gentle kisses on your lower abdomen.

she leaves a trail of kisses down to the top of your underwear, each one producing a new wave of chills that roll down your body. ellie pulls away for a moment admiring the whimpering mess that you’ve become before she is yanking your soaked underwear down your legs to fall on top of your forgotten pajama shorts.

still spread out on top of her, you let out a loud moan when the chill air hits your naked center. almost as if she knew, ellie’s grip on your legs tightens the second she feels your legs move to close again. another one of her smirks appears on your face and she pulls her head back up to leave a kiss on your lips, yours wet with tears due to the teasing she’s done thus far. your lips mold along with hers while her hands slip up to rub at the sides of your hips. just as the kiss gets intense, her growing more aggressive as you get more worked up, she pulls away and reaches up to cup your warm face with her rough hands.

“you still with me baby?” she quietly ask, her gaze dancing between your eyes. you immediately nod your head and close your eyes to lean back into the kiss, though you’re pulled back before you can even get close. she’s shaking her head at you when you open your eyes, the grip she has on your face tightening. “i need words sweet girl.”

“y-yes els, i’m with you,” you murmur, so entranced by her beauty that you can hardly think straight. she’s staring back at you with that same lustful look, making you squirm on her lap.

she smirks, “there’s my good girl. now why don’t you lay on the coach for me, okay baby?” once again you nod your head before remembering her previous words, then you respond with an, “okay els.”

you slide off of her lap with ease, eyes glancing toward the movie that had been long forgotten by now. a familiar rough hand reaches down to guide your face back towards the reason for your need and you find those green eyes that you adore so much staring right back at you. ellie smiles down at you, hand drifting up to brush your hair back into place from the messy movements, leaving you sighing at her soft touch. her body cages you from above and you shudder when you glance at her lean arms that stand next to your head. the hand in your hair trails back down to stroke your jaw as she gets situated on top of you.

“you just needed my help, huh pretty girl? your little cunt was aching so bad, you just needed me to make you feel better?” she pouts down at you, still stroking the side of your face. you whine at the truth behind her words, knowing she is exactly what you needed.

“yes els, need you to make it stop!” you whine out, back unknowingly arching up towards her touch. ellie can’t help but grin at the desperation of your words, the hand not occupied with your face smoothing down toward the place you need her most.

“i’ll make it better for you sweet girl, you don’t have to whine,” she says slightly giggling at your neediness. you pout at her laughs and as soon as she notices, she’s apologizing. “sorry baby, you just look so cute when you’re needy…” she states with a smile. heat rises up your neck but you can’t be bothered to cower away in embarrassment, too needy for her touch.

without further teasing, she eases her hand down to your spread legs and slowly begins to swipe up and down your slit. you cry out at the feeling, keeping your eyes trained on her concentrated expression. she glances up at your face for a moment before she starts thumbing at your clit.

“you’re so wet baby, and i’ve barely touched you. it must’ve been hurting so bad, huh?” she coos down at your pouting face. you nod quickly at her assumption, rocking your hips to meet each movement she makes on your cunt. “my sweet girl, i’ll make you feel better.”

with her words, she eases her way to your little hole, rubbing at the wetness that’s collecting there. slowly, she sinks her middle finger into her wanting hole and you can’t help but arch your back at the intrusion. you moan out at the new sensation, shuddering from the warmth that she provides you.

“e-els…” voice cracking at the slow pace she drags on, letting you get used to the new feeling. her hand at your cheek strokes your face as she peers back up at you.

“sh, sh, shhh, i got you baby, just take it for me,” she nearly moans herself, your beautiful body captivating her thoughts. her slow pace has you wanting more now that the initial pain subsides and you whine out a, “m-more please ellie!” she grins but nonetheless, slips out of you before gathering up more of your wetness to ease in her ring finger along with her middle finger.

the fullness you feel sends shots of pleasure up your body, leaving you a panting mess below her. she takes your moans of pleasure as a sign to quicken her movements, as she speeds up the attack on your aching center. ellie’s fingers pound into your cunt at an alarming pace that brings tears down your face and whimpers from your lips.

“yeah, this is just what you needed, huh baby? needed me to fuck the neediness outta ya’?” ellie groans out at the sight of the mess you’re making around her fingers. the sight only makes her fingers quicken and she find the spot that will send you over the edge if she keeps up the pace.

“y-yes needed it so bad! needed y-your fingers els,” whining out to her, feeling an overwhelming sensation take over your body. you feel something new building up lower and you welcome it with a loud cry.

“yeah just like that, sweet girl. just let go for me,” ellie replies, eyes never leaving your blown out orbs, glazed over in desire. her pace never falters, even as you’re screaming out as you near your release. you feel the new sensation start to come undone and you call out her name as you release all over her fingers. she guides you through your orgasm, free hand cradling your cheek as she whispers praises from above, and she slowly begins to ease the pace she has on your cunt. the tears don’t stop while you come down from your high, eyes staring up at ellie’s, taking in her words that leave your body shaking underneath her.

“that’s my good girl, you did so good for me. i’m so proud of you baby,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss the tears that still trickle for the corner of your eyes. once you’ve finally reached the end of your release, ellie gently slips her fingers from you and wipes her hand before reaching her hand up to join the other as she cradles your face between them. her kisses are littered across your entire face, sending you in a fit of giggle at the tickling sensation they leave behind. ellie pulls away to smile down at you, leaving one final kiss on your swollen lips. she disconnects the tender kiss to look at you once more, admiring your reddened cheeks and watery eyes.

“my beautiful girl,” she states with a soft smile that has you blushing even more. you watch as she gets up from the couch with a quick “be right back” and she disappears into the darkness. when she returns, she has a washcloth and a new pair of underwear along with some new sleep shorts for you to wear. softly, she cleans you up, quick apologies leaving her lips if she grazes a sensitive area. once she has you cleaned up, she helps you get into your new clothes before laying you back down onto the couch. ellie grabs the nearest blanket, yearning to get back to you as soon as possible, and bundles you both up underneath it. she slides in behind you and holds you in between her arms, leaving a kiss to your head when she notices your eyes drifting closed. you hear her mumble out a gentle, “rest my sweet girl,” before you fall into the most restful slumber you’ve had in weeks, between her warm embrace.

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reverphic · 30 days

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♡⠀⠀syn. in which your beloved spends his time pampering you in the boutique, in hopes of spending his time only for you. ♡⠀⠀cw. fic is sfw, overall pure fluff. wc 1.1k, fem!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

fluorescent lights radiate the room in a gentle ether, lucent dresses lavished every crevice of the boutique, rivulets of jewels dribble down the fabrics of gowns dangling down the clothes rack bathed under the cordial evening.

fontaine’s weather forecast was as precarious as ever, sporadic rainstorms enveloping the region in endless meadows of saturnine. today, though, was an exceptionally beautiful day, the sun rays gliding gently from one aperture to another. as evening drifts tranquilly, the citizens of fontaine cannot help but ponder,

what has made the hydro dragon so at ease after the endless downpour?

“neuvillette! take a look at this azure-colored gown!”

a succulent voice echoes through the wide blue yonder, lambent orbs admiring a certain gown.

the iudex of fontaine takes a step further to scrutinize the dress his lover has been eyeing on. the dress consists of an ocean-colored gradient, a scrupulous mixture of pearly white and azure, resembling the impeccable sight of a frothing ocean. jewels alike to hydro visions were wreathed around the waist sections of the gown framed with golden embroidery.

“would you like to buy this one, then?” he asks with benevolence.

beside him stood you, hands clutching on the silky skirt of the gown. stupefied upon his generous offer, you tilt your head faintly.

seldom it was to have your bien-aimé by your side striding around the court of fontaine, you insisted him to pay a visit to the well-known chioriya boutique. due to the case of clandestine felonies mounting the fortress of meropide and countless trials occurring, it was impossible for neuvillette to take a day off, even if it was just to see your face.

“you insist?” you questioned back, feeling a tad bit guilty.

neuvillette courses his nimble finger across your jawline, a loving smile graces his lips. “of course, i’d purchase the most lavish jewelries, or dresses if it’s for you, mon amour”

this. this was the reason why you fell for him. while he keeps dour exterior around people, he never forgets to dote on his dearest; simply, you. even melusines find you endearing, it is obvious that neuvillette loves you very much. he’d pamper you with all his wealth possible for the sake of your profuse luxury.

you pondered as you hum, tapping your chin comically, “very well, i’ll put this dress on my list first. i’m considering in ordering a custom selection anyway”

following your blithesome steps, neuvillette’s forehead creased, “oh? you should’ve told me sooner that you wanted a custom design”

“i can do it myself, so i don’t feel like being assisted” you simpered, pacing to a certain section where toques, bonnets, and various kinds of headpieces were displayed.

you inspected the hats before firmly grasping a cerulean berret, gently placing it on your head, “isn’t this perfect for outings? maybe lady furina will like the aegean shade pieces!”

“to be sincere, i’d rather see the berret being worn by you only. it feels imprecise to see something so apposite for you being worn by someone else” he says rather bluntly, extending his hand to primp on the lopsided berret.

“oh? well aren’t you selfish fellow” you shrugged, a flush creeping up your visage as you attempt to feign nonchalance.

dexterous with his words, neuvillette never fails to faze you with his silver tongue, spilling out words drenched with affection whilst plastering an indifferent guise. how can an individual act like that after speaking such utterance capable of thawing even the iciest depths of wintertide? nevertheless, you musn’t be swayed by those words, so you simply said,

“then i’d like to purchase this berret, monsieur neuvillette”

neuvillette’s lips twitched upwards, scoffing, “and what’s with the honorifics now?”

“and i would like two, one for me and one for lady furina” you added, raising your fingers as a gesture of the quantities you desire for the berrets.

“shouldn’t the aegean shade berret be for me instead, if you were to purchase two?” neuvillette winced.

“well i promised lady furina if i were to stop by i would buy her a hat”

“...do you not feel constrained by lady furina? you are aware that she can purchase it by herself, right?”

“good heavens neuvillette, have some empathy for once, would you?”

neuvillette suspires, ceasing his protests. to this extent he infers that you weren’t going to let up, not even once. his eyes, however, tells otherwise—twinkling with endearment. and as promised, he purchases the berrets for you, which costs around three thousand and five hundred mora each (quite pricey, but anything for you, he persists)

leaving the shop, the previously peach-colored dawn faded into a pink and purple hue, its previous orange luminescence turning more vibrant than its previous appearances during the day. with your cerulean berret placed on top of your head, and one tucked inside a shopping bag, you hummed in content; hands intertwined with neuvillette’s.

“so you are still going to give the hat to lady furina?” neuvillette exhorts, voice laced with envy.

“do i have to repeat what i said just a few seconds ago?” you muttered, shooting a glare.

“well if you insist,” neuvillette pauses, slipping his arm around your waist, a shade of crimson tinting his cheeks was omnipresent. “if i can’t have the berret, don’t i deserve a kiss instead?”

your body was jerked back within the tug of his hands towing you closer in his wake. and instead of leaning in for a kiss, you whispered to his ear, lips close to the shell of his ear, “out of all places, you ask this type of offer right here?!”

“i don’t see a hindrance to do so, or should i seduce you into doing so?”

you stammered, awning his lips with your hand, “t… that’s not what i’m referring to!”

“i see, i should do that then” he smiles coyly.

“h— hey!!!! neu. villette!!!” the second part of your reply was whispered in frenzied whispers as you struggled to extricate yourself from the iron grasp his foolish arm held.

with that kind of grip caging your body, you are no longer safe from his temptation.

#neuvillette #neuvillete x reader #fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact #fanfic #fontaine #neuvillette x you #genshin x you #fem reader #yj⠀﹐⠀‹𝟹

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lunar-writes-things · 1 year

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Song of the Sea

Pairing: Goodtimeswithscar x reader, Grian x Reader, Grian x Goodtimeswithscar

Summary: In which a kidnapping resulted in a relationship crashing in like a wave

Genre: Romance

Extra notes: FLUFF WITH AN EXTRA TRIPLE FLUFF ON THE SIDE

Content warnings (If any): None, just babies being sweeties.

WC: 3k

Future monarch of the Oceri, the grand kingdom that is in charge of most of the ocean.

It was an intimidating title for a humble mer-person such as yourself. Yet Your husband, Crown Prince Scar of Oceri, made it seem like the easiest thing in the world. It wasn't but as you began to learn from the current queen, you began to become accustomed to the way of the kingdom.

However, when you had a break, you and your husband love to head to the surface of the ocean to relax. With you, a Guard was usually brought for safety reason but the Guard was a good friend of yours.

"Cub!" You pleaded "Please?"

"I'm sorry Y/n," He said softly "But I'm obligated to keep you down here. There's a pirate ship overhead and I've received information that they may be hunting for mer-people. If I see you two leaving I'm going to lose my job."

"I'm sure a little bit of sun won't hurt. We'll stay under the water but we just want some sun." Scar spoke up, swimming up from behind "and its only if you see us leave."

"Plus you'll be able to watch over us once we beat you there," You said "Like always."

"If I see even a glimmer of your tails, I'm dragging you two back." Cub sighed and slumped forward while placing a hand over his eyes "You have a minute."

You and Scar giggled and swam up to just below the surface as you as fast as possibly could, holding hands the entire way. The rays of the sun warmed your skin and you sighed as you began to float in the rays of the sun in the calming presence of the sea. Scar came up from under you and held you tight, humming a random tune and pressing kisses into your cheek.

Despite all this love you two had for each other, it always felt like their was a missing piece. Like there should be someone else. However, You just brushed it off for always being in public and being mentally drained so you relaxed into your lovers arms and sighed happily.

That's when cub came up urgently

"Prince Scar, Y/n," Cub quickly swam up "I do suggest coming down quite a bit. The ship is really close now and I dont wanna risk anything."

"I think I have to agree on that," You muttered and look at the shadow that was coming closer and closer by the second

The men nodded and began to swim down, You took one last look at the warm upper water before turning to swim down to catch up with your husband and his best friend. As you almost reached Scar a thick net dropped in front of you and caught you and some other surface fish and it tugged you up

"Y/N!" Scar cried and swam up to grab you but missed your hand by an inch as you were pulled out of the waters and into the boat where the air burned your lungs as you cursed to Poseidon for getting you into this mess.

While you could turn into a human more suited for the air, that would leave you completely indecent and you had more sense of reason than your husband but it may-

your thought process stopped when you were unceremoniously dumped on the ship deck and gasps caught your attention

"We- WE CAUGHT ONE!" The crew cheered

"Now put a gag on it before it starts singing!" One crew member said "And put it in water! We don't need it drying out!"

The leader exclaimed and there was a flurry of movement that made you dizzy but soon you were gagged and were dumped in a way too small tank filled with sea water.

"Hello Little siren," A man walked up to the tank "Welcome to the Architechs. A pirate ship that builds and designs better than the kingdom."

You didn't answer. Something about him seemed... familiar. No matter what there was something else tugging at you about him. He was... pretty.

Yep

thats it

The captain of the ship was undeniably gorgeous. Nearly on par to your husband.

but there was something more than the simple physical attraction, you just had no idea what it was

"I'm the Captain of this here ship, My name is Grian. This here is my first mate, Mumbo and our Quartermater Iskall." The man, Grian introduced

Why did everything about him seem so familiar?

However, Down in the sea with Cub and Scar...

"I'm going to get them!" Scar said and swam up to the surface and grabbed onto the ship that was starting to speed up “Make sure My father knows we’re safe! I'll deal with the humans! After all, they can't be all be that bad.”

Unfortunately, Scar was unaware they could be that bad.

For now, he began climbing up the ship and once his tail was fully out of water, he made sure to switch into the human form only royal family members had.

He climbed up the ship and eventually made it over and onto the lower deck where no one was. He looked around, gaining his surrounding when he saw his partner tied and gagged in a small tank full of water.

However as he got closer he noticed the crew of the ship and that you were staring at someone with eyes that held curiosity, wonder and... something else

but when Scar took one step closer, he understood.

His attention was immediately drawn off you and to the man in front of you. A dirty blond with black eyes as dark as obsidian and most likely, the captain of the ship. Something about him made Scar want to grab him and You and drag you back down to the bottom of the ocean. A need to protect, to love, to claim.

Soon he caught your eyes. Scar saw you light up at the sight of him and you called to him in your native tounge.

'Scar!' You chirped 'Isn't he pretty!'

Scar nodded with a smile. Even after being kidnapped you were focused on something else.

Unfortunately, your call to him revealed his location and he had to move from out of the shadows.

When Scar did, most of the pirates covered their eyes at his indecency and Grian screeched something akin to 'put your clothes on!" while throwing his cape to the merman.

Grian had recognized this idiot of a man.

This was the crown prince of Oceri, Prince Scar.

But why was-

Grian felt his eyes widen and he turned to see the 'siren' his men had captured pressed up against the glass tryng to be as close to prince scar as possible.

but if Grian recognized scar them...

"Greeting to His highness, the crown Prince of the Sahara Kingdom. It is a pleasure to see you again Prince Grian." Scar said and Gave Grian a deep bow

Hearing the old title made Grian cringe but he held his face neutral as his crew gaped in shock. Then they began to shout and thats when Grian had enough.

"GET BACK TO WORK! Mumbo! Iskall! Bring our prisoner and the crown prince inside my office! And will someone please stop the ship!” Grian shouted and quickly turned to head back inside his office

Soon the four were in his office and the prisioner was wrapped in a red blanket and on two legs.

that means...

"You're Prince Scar's partner," Grian groaned and ran a hand down his face

"I am indeed," You say and give the prince in front of you a sweeping bow "I hold no ill will against you for this."

"I thank you for that," Grian said and slumped into the seat behind his desk, with Mumbo standing behind him on his right and Iskall on his left "But I cannot let you leave knowing that the crown prince of Sahara has run away to lead a gang of pirates. So, what will you like?"

You looked to your husband and he gave you a subtle nod.

"That is actually something me and my husband would like to talk about." You said "You see, Mer-people have this weird thing about knowing who is fated to us when first meeting. Think of it as a soulmate bond."

"And what does this have to do with me?" Grian asked while Mumbo and Iskall gave an exasperated look behind him

"Well, When I boarded the ship there was a tug. At first it was a simple attraction to your looks but then my husband boarded... That simple attraction became ten times stronger and that is when I realized We... are bonded. And I suspect that this was the work of my husband and his tiny child brain."

"Admittedly, Yes," Scar gave a grin and a nervous chuckle "See when we had first met as children Grian, I had imprinted on you accidentally. Then I met Y/n, I imprinted on them accidentally as well. I had no idea I would marry them and I had totally forgot about imprinting on you until just a few minutes ago."

"So?" Grian asked and raised an eyebrow "Its not like I will marry you two right away."

"oh goodness no!" You spoke up "Thats not what means. See because he had imprinted on both of us, My attraction to you int as strong but it is definitely still there. What we would like to do, if okay with you, is possibly... ah- how do humans say it... enter the talking stage and possibly date? Truthfully, if you are uncomfortable then we can drop this and we leave with no troubles."

Grian seemed to mull over it and as he did small mutters escaped his lips "They would hush up... connect the kingdoms even further..."

He then looked to Iskall and Mumbo who both shrugged before looking back to the group.

"No conditions?" Grian asked

"Two," Scar spoke up "One, No more Hunting for merpeople or sirens and Two, We would like if you stayed in a nearby fishing town. My partner and I can't go far from the kingdom or it will cause a panic."

"We could use a break," Mumbo spoke up softly "We've been at sea for years now without really ever stopping."

"But we-" Grian started

"I agree with Mumbo here," Iskall said ad watched as Grian slumped back in his seat "We could all use a break at sea. I havent felt real concrete for three years."

"Fine," Grian waved them off and Iskall and Mumbo both silently cheered behind Grian "You may court me and we will see how this ends. Where is this fishing town?"

You and Scar grinned widely and grabbed each others hands with joy

The next year and a half had your heart felt full.

The missing piece now found.

Grian was hesitant at first with the entire arrangement, That was understandable. You and Scar danced around him for months until he was comfortable enough to initiate hand holding and kisses. Grian fit perfectly between you and Scar, a perfect match for Scar's chaotic energy and your calm demeanor.

Now you were watching Scar and Grian bicker of what to make for movie night date Scar and you had planned on a hidden end of the each near the fishing town, sat on the shore letting the water splash at your legs as you smiled at your boys stupidity.

"We should make a filling meal!" Scar said

"Or we can get a bunch of snacks and fill up on those?" Grian asked a sly smile on his face

oh no-

That's when Grian pulled out his signature pout. Scar could never resist the look and neither could you. He must have learned that as a princeling.

With a defeated groan, Scar trudged over to the blanket and dropped down and rested his head on your lap.

"That's what you get for trying to fight with our pretty bird." You snicker and jolt when Scar lightly swats at your leg in mock anger

"Oh shush," Scar said but you felt his grin spread across your leg but his voice lowered as he started again "Are we-?"

"Yes, I would like to," You whispered back and leaned down to press kisses onto his scalp "But if he doesn't want to then I'm willing to wait. Anything for the two of you."

"What doing?" Grian asked as he sat down with the snack in his hands and spreading them amongst the three of you. There were normal human snacks but also the of the mer people snacks that you had introduced to him a while ago

"Talking," You answer quickly

You were slightly flustered that he caught you two talking about your plans, the entire reason for this date.

After a little over a year, Grian had warmed up to the two of you exponentially. You had learned that within the first few months of courting Grian had fallen for the two of you, especially as he had gotten to know you and scar.

Truthfully? You definitely felt the same if not more.

So last month, you had bought a ring and showed it to scar.

You could never describe the way he lit up when he saw it. He told you he had the same idea and was going to talk about it with you that night when Grian was fast asleep.

So You planned this.

and this was going very according to plan.

"About?" Grian asked and sat down between you two, nuzzling into your side with closed eyes and a sweet smile that took your breath away

You looked to your husband who gave you a singular nod and a thousand uninvited butterflies filled your stomach. Why were you so nervous now? Was it the idea of him rejecting the two of you?

Despite your frantic thoughts you blurted out "You."

That made Grian pay attention. His eyes snapped open and widened as his mouth gaped before he jolted upright and asked "Did I do something wrong?"

His voice was soft and there was a thickness to it that indicted tears from the man.

"Huh? Oh! Nononono!" You waved your hands frantically as your eyes widened in panic "Of course not our songbird!"

Grian let out a sigh of relief and slumped back into you, Meanwhile behind him, Scar moved to one knee and opened the small box with a pearl ring you had gotten from the town Jeweler

"Sorry to scare you Songbird," Scar rumbled "But we have a very important question to ask."

This piqued Grian's interest and he turned around before a sharp gasp came from him

"We don't wanna scar you off," You started softly and moved up behind him, gently turning his hed so he can catch a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye "and Whatever you say, we will respect your opinion. No matter what we will love and-"

"Y/n, Yes, I understand," Grian cut you off and then you noticed his eyes, filled with tears and adoration "Please ask the question?"

"Grian H. Dreamslayer, Will you marry us?" You and Scar asked at the same only to be dragged to tackle Scar

"Yes!" He grinned and pressed small kisses to your and Scar's face "I was gonna ask next week but I'm kind of glad you two beat me to it. I didn't want to feel like I'm rushing you two."

"Oh," You coo and caress his face "Songbird, We're practically soulmates. You could never rush us."

You pressed a sweet kiss to your fiances lips before turning to kiss your husband who kissed you back.

"Now, why don't we enjoy this movie and celebrate more at our home," Scar whispered and pressed a Kiss to Grian's lips

"Yeah," Grian said and curled up between the two of you with a content smile

That night held many kisses, snuggles and some light showing off on Grian's part but it made you happy.

So very happy.

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katsukikitten · 2 years

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Synopsis : Designing comes first and foremost in your life. There wasn't a damn thing that you wouldn't sacrifice in order to see your name as a luxury brand. So taking a job in a whole new country under the strongest woman owned and ethical brand Mitsuki was a no fuckin brainer. That is until you find out that the devil wears Mitsuki red bottom heels and has an attitude hotter than hell. Making you, her apprentice, fetch coffee like her personal bitch. But you were a sick dog with a sicker dream that you were going to bring to life. That is until a one night stand comes back to haunt you, making you hate the name Katsuki.

Warnings : Drugs, choking, smut

Chapter One : Nothing harder than Oxytocin

Master list | wc 3100

The afternoon sun assaults the ash blonde as it filters in through the open blinds of his large penthouse apartment. Fuck he hated how much natural light this place got, wishing he never let her pick it out. It's not like she was still around to see the stupid ass rays to bleach the dark hard woods in slow motion.

Forever.

Tsk yea sure.

He squeezes his eyes shut, willing that heavy drug induced sleep to pull him back under.

Suddenly the skin between his middle and first finger is burning, he looks down to see a bright ember eating away at the white paper of one of his expensive cigarettes. He shakes his hand, dropping the dying smoke. Noticing his chest covered in a sheen of sweat and white residue from crushed pills and blow, he doesn't have to turn to his right to know there will be a new woman in his bed, again.

Empty vodka bottles and little plastic baggies litter the floor and night stand as he gingerly sits up in bed buck ass naked.

Running his thick palm through his messy hair and undercut. Turning to look at the new woman and when he sees you his head pounds.

"More Katsuki please MORE!" Feeling the ghost of your cunt gripping at his cock.

Katsuki? The fuck were you using his given name for? Most women just screamed out his hero name, Dynamight tumbling from their lips as he drowned in them at least for the night. Snatching the black pack from the side table and putting a smoke in his mouth, hunching over to light it out of habit. Taking in a deep breath, letting the nicotine sting his throat and lungs before he exhales through his nose like some deadly dragon.

"Oi." He taps you, ashes getting on your shoulder from his actions, "This ain't a fuckin bed and breakfast, Sweetheart. Get the fuck out."

"Wh-what?" You ask groggy, naked and covered in hickies and deep indents of teeth.

His teeth, shit.

"I said, leave. As in get the fuck out. As in fuck right off bitch." He takes another drag looking away from you, just catching the bruises on your shoulders in the shape of fingers.

His fingers, fuck.

He hears you suck your teeth, watching you grab for your clothes that were on his side of the bed as he sits naked on the edge, finishing his smoke with no rush. Crimson eyes watching you stuff your bralette in your black Prada bag, your custom designer shirt easily hiding the scratch marks that raked down your back, his scratch marks.

"Make sure ya grab all of yer shit." He takes in an aggressive puff before blowing it out as he speaks, "I don't want your garbage here."

The disgust on your face is obvious, keeping eye contact as you jump into your skinny jeans. Purposefully throwing your elbow into an expensive and extremely fragile statue. It falls to the ground shattering into a hundred pieces.

You don't even play it off with an oops, just a bitchy shrug.

"That costs more than ya make in a fuckin year."

"Doubt it, it was a knock off dumbass." You look at his dumb struck face and let out a loud laugh, "Oh did wittle asshole Katsuki think it was real?"

"Quit usin my fuckin name."

"Don't give it out so easy then dick." You give him your back, putting your purse on your shoulder before walking with your arm outstretched. Pushing everything off the shelves you passed and even knocking down some real classical paintings before slamming the front door to his apartment.

"Fuckin dick." You hiss, readjusting your purse as you head for the elevator.

"Fuckin bitch." He snarls, stubbing out the cigarette directly into the scorched wood of the night stand.

Rising as he checks his phone. 16 missed calls from unknown numbers that he needs to block, each one corresponding to texts about how he was the best dick they ever had. Instead he clicks the banner on his phone bringing up the top news video.

"Another win for up and coming pro hero Ms. Maboromicamie, can you shed some insight on this great win?"

"Well, it's all thanks to my team. Dynamight is always so helpful. We're such a great team."

The sound of her giggle fills the apartment and echoes around the ash blonde's head.

Bakugou clicks off the video, grabbing for an orange bottle and shaking out two rectangle pills before picking up the vintage wine he must have gotten out last night and swallowing the last quarter.

Why the fuck did he bring out a chateau '42 for some random bitch?

It didn't matter, you were gone now, just like the other women in his house starting with her. He swallows thickly, shoving it all down and headed to his marble bathroom for a long hot shower. Grabbing his hero uniform to change into.

Cranking up the water til it started to steam, stepping in and groaning loudly. Rubbing at the black cherry lipstick that clings to his throat. His muscles hurt, back stinging and his thick fingers reached around to feel deep scratch marks.

Why was he fuckin you in missionary? The night comes back in hazy clips. Your eyes so pretty staring up at him like that and before that his head between thick thighs that squeezed his face tightly. He couldn't remember the last time he fucked anyone outside of bending them over his bed with his hand on the nape of their neck to keep them in place.

He didn't care if they felt good, he just wanted to nut.

Mentally he waves away the thoughts of you, by the time he had his coffee he'd forget you ever even fucking existed, just like the rest of the women who landed in his California king bed. God forbid he had to wake up and touch someone while he was sober. His mind moving onto work, how his 48 hour shift started tonight, how he promised the hag he'd stop by today and he'd already canceled four times before. 'Sides, Kirishima was going to be there to buffer for his Mom and that damned Izuku. Might as well go and avoid a bitching from his ma.

Growling as he steps out, pushing his hair back with a band as he looks at himself in the upscale mirror. Impervious to fog and steam giving him a clear reflection of himself. Bags under his eyes, skin a bit pinched and his stubble was growing out. Washing his face and brushing his teeth quickly before he shoves himself into his clothes. When he looks back down he sees a golden lipstick tube and sucks his teeth, grabbing for it to toss into the bin before his phone screams from his pocket.

Annoyed he grabs for it, exchanging the golden tube for the cracked glass.

"What? What the fuck do ya want?"

"Bakugou, my asshole of a son, you're late." His mom chides, "I have a meeting and my apprentice is gonna have to take your measurements now."

"Ma, they haven't fuckin changed."

"Son, shut the fuck up and get to my office." She hangs up with a roll of his eyes. He growls, dropping the phone with the forgotten lipstick into his pocket before setting out to get some shitty coffee at a corner store to start his shitty day.

Several hours earlier

His palms are hot, too fucking hot. Paired with the shot glass that the ash blonde was sure to keep bottomless. The room spins and you hardly remember the pill he offered you but definitely remembered the way his tongue swirled over yours as he pressed you into the wall at the club, placing the bitter rectangle into your mouth with his thick wet muscle. His cock poking your ass all night and deep voice asking if you were ready to go to his apartment.

The booze and pill loosened your lips and you let out a breathy yes.

Stumbling through the dark apartment, him kicking the door shut as he peels your expensive top from your soft skin. He pulls back and groans.

"Fuck. So fuckin pretty." He bites at your ear before shoving you onto his bed, pulling at your jeans, "And ya know how ta dress."

He bites at the inside of your thigh until he sees purple blooming on your skin, lapping at the mark as you arched your back.

"Want me to eat this pretty cunt?" He asks, long fingers pressing on the clothed mound as he swiped at the fabric where your clit was . Rough pad of his thumb pressing just right and you nod your head frantically, "Gotta use yer voice Sweetheart."

"Pl-please."

"Please what?" He chuckles, teasing as he takes his broad tongue, pressing it against the black cloth and swiping it up to your clit. Your body jolts and your hand goes to his head. Manicured nails digging into his scalp roughly making him groan into your sex.

"Please daddy?" You test out the name, most dudes liked the nickname, you weren't particularly a fan but you'd bark to see this fine ass stranger between your thighs. Looking up at you with glowing red eyes.

Was he a God?

A demon?

The latter most likely. Still he pushes away your iron grip with ease, climbing up your body for a moment. Hand gently gripping at your throat to see your reaction. When your pelvis grinds into his thigh roughly he smiles, squeezing harder.

"Katsuki." His voice is surprisingly soft as he looks deeply into your eyes. He gives pause and when you don't repeat it back to him he tilts his head so that his ear is by your pretty swollen mouth, "Tell me what you want, princess."

"Eat-eat me please." He stays like that, squeezing until you're gasping, making you delightfully light headed, "Katsuki."

His cock jumps at the way the syllables tumble from your lips.

"That's my girl." He growls, coming back to kiss you roughly, making your head swim as his teeth gnash against yours. Wet muscles sliding over each other until he pulls away slowly. Keeping the clear string between you connected until he pulls his tongue back into his mouth. Kissing, nipping and sinking his teeth deeply into your skin just to hear you whine as he crawls back down your body. Shoving your legs open, the sound of ripping fabric echoes around the room. It's barbaric how it sounds, how he chuckles at your mewl yet still you had an annoyed look.

"Don't worry, I keep my girl happy. You'll have all the designer shit you want." Slowly he dips his middle and ring finger into your sopping cunt, "Now lemme hear who owns this pretty pussy."

He takes no time to find your spongy spot inside your tight heat, thrusting his fingers with enough force to rock your body before he pulls your throbbing pearl into his mouth. Sucking so hard you see stars.

"Katsuki!" Nails scratching at his head again, shoving his face into your sex, he loved a woman who knew what she wanted.

And you wanted him to feast on you til you went limp. With his gluttony it wouldn't be long til you were. Suckling and flicking his tongue across your puffy clit, fingers sounding out a delicious squelch of your arousal as you pull thick digits back in.

Heat grips your lower stomach as you arch and buck into his face. Gripping at his scalp and sheets with eyes screwed shut. Just as you're teetering on the edge, thighs shaking around his head he pulls away with a lewd pop and you groan, trying to push against his strong neck.

"Gotta look at me when ya cum, pretty girl." He slowly flicks his tongue on your cunt and your body jerks, crying out, "Don't see ya looking."

"Okay okay Katsuki please." He rewards your obedience by pulling you back into his mouth. Sucking and thrusting his fingers harder than before sending you right back to the edge. Fighting to let your head fall back as he watches over your mound and stomach with hooded eyes.

Giving a rut to the bed to relieve the ache of his cock as he watches your face contort. Brows furrowed up, eyes clouded and mouth parted in a lovely o. As he sucks he gently flicks the tip of his tongue and your eyes go wide and you let out a loud moan. Squeezing his digits in tight contractions that make him rut the bed again thinking of how it'd feel around his cock.

Impatiently he flips you over, pulling you to him and pressing you into the plush mattress with his hand at the nape of your neck. You look pretty like that, tight hole and cunt still spasming from your earlier high. He spreads your cheeks, letting the saliva in his mouth drip from the wet muscle before he spits a cold glob of it onto your puckered rim just to see you jolt. Experimenting by pressing his callous thumb to it and when you whine his eyes flutter.

"I know, my dirty little slut likes her ass being stretched." He rakes blunt nails down your back and you shudder, "Don't worry, we'll get there."

He presses his thumb in to his first knuckle, a pleasurable burn as he slides it in and out, your cunt dripping and darkening the sheets between your thighs. He takes his free hand and spreads the bead of leaking pre across his thick length before sliding it up and down your slick. When the angry cockhead hits your sensitive clit you lurch forward before bucking your hips back against his thumb. Still rocking and when he catches your entrance you sheath him fully, contracting around his size and thumb. A sigh is shared between the two of you, as if the pair had been waiting for this moment.

Molded to one another.

"So pretty like this." He gives a tentative rut, pushing his thumb in deeper and he watches a shiver run down your spine.

He thrusts again, setting a rough slow pace, something he hadn't done in years. Trying to pull that special kind of cum from a woman.

From you.

The type that stupidfied them on his cock. It must be working, cunt getting wetter and wetter as you soak his balls each time they slap against your sex. How your body melts into the mattress and the loud whine when he drags away. Tight grip on the sheets gone and he has to use his free hand to hold up your hips, keep you back arched so beautifully.

"I know I know." He coos, picking up his pace a bit before going back to slow thrusts. Cunt fluttering around him again and he wonders if you've cum, then he knows you have with how your tight rim convulses around his thumb in time with your cunt.

He could cum like this, slow fucking you as your cunt tries to milk him again and so quickly.

You glance over your shoulder to look at him and it makes his pace stutter, the drool you swallow slowly, puppy dog eyes as tears cling to long lashes. Squeezing him as you speak, making him twitch so close to the edge.

"Gotta look at me when ya cum." You parrot his words back to him and it makes him smirk.

"Yea, pretty girl. Wanna see me stuff you full?"

"Yes, Katsuki." The way you say his name makes him wild. Makes him remove his thumb and reach up to grip roughly at your shoulders and lift you as he fucks into you so hard and so fast all you can do is moan. Eyes rolling into your head as he groans behind you. Growling as if he's fighting himself, trying to talk himself out of something but drops you, almost letting you fall face first into the bed before catching you by your ribs last second.

"Fuck do you know what yer doin ta me?" He snarls, but still he gently flips you over. Seeing his fingers outlined in purple on your arms. Coming down to tenderly press his lips to them. Slipping himself back in as he does, making you whimper.

"Yer okay." He reassures, only asking with his eyes and you give a curt nod. Bucking your hips into his, sharp claws poised nicely on his back.

"Gonna scratch me up little kitten?" Wolfish grin back on his handsome face.

"Gonna make ya bleed." You purr but it doesn't come out as strong as it should. Voice weak from the way he manipulates you. Thaws you beneath his hot palms and smoking caramel scent, he sucks his teeth but his smirk never waivers.

Slowly he starts his pace again, those slow thrusts that make you feel boneless, head swimming as you struggle to keep your manicured nails in his back. He leans down to press sloppy kisses to your neck, biting at the apex of your shoulder and throat til he tastes blood.

You mewl for him and he increases his speed, pulling away from you to look you in the eyes. Thrust as sloppy as his kisses were, no rhyme or reason but far from unpleasant. Beautifully rough and hard as you feel him twitching in your spent cunt.

"More Katsuki! Please MORE!" You cry for him, nails going down his shoulder blades. The burning pleasure makes his eyes flutter, rolling in his head as sweat falls from his brow onto your collar bones.

His breathing turns erratic, eyes blown wide as he opens his mouth to let out a groan.

"Cum for me Katsuki. Stuff me full like ya promised." It's breathy and desperate and exactly what he needed to push him over the edge. Painting your perfect walls in sticky white, pushing you over the edge with him as he fucks it into you further.

Stopping when you're both twitching, collapsing his full weight on you and mumbling a sorry when you let out a soft oof. He goes to get up but you press him back into your chest. Fingers finding his hair, carding through his soft ash blonde strands.

He practically purrs, "Careful, might fall in love."

He jokes, voice bit weak from his recent high, you giggle, "Ya said you just wanted a good fuck."

A tease and he looks up at you. Eyes clouded by pills, drink and a fresh hit of Oxytocin, it makes him look in love but the sadness that creeps in makes your heart squeeze in your chest.

As if you could feel fate's cruel hand wrapping around the fluttering muscle just to crush it.

"I don't need love, just need my drugs and Dior."

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finalgirleddiemunson · 2 years

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Letters to You (Eddie Munson x Reader)

summary: You’ve been trying to tell Eddie that you love him, but can never find the right words. Or, the story of you and Eddie, told through letters you’ve given each other. (wc 6.3k)

warnings: swearing, kissing, miscommunication, they’re idiots in love, childhood friends-to-lovers, time skips between the past and the “present.”

a/n: this is my longest fic yet. I was originally going to write the whole fic in just a letter format, but that felt wrong for the story. My inbox is always open :)

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You’ve been handing Eddie Munson your heart in the form of letters for as long as you can remember.

From the very first time you interacted with the boy, you’ve been stitching little pieces of yourself into words, hoping he would finally see through the message on the page. That he would understand the one you’ve actually been telling him the whole time.

That you loved him. Loved him in a different way than you did when you both were kids and you gave him that first note.

You’ve been trying to tell him all summer.

Well, you’ve been trying to tell him for years, but you’re determined that this summer will be different. You just haven’t found that perfect moment. The moment when the stars align, you have all the right words, and you finally aren’t terrified to tell him. Because- out of everyone on the Earth- Eddie Munson deserves a perfect moment.

“Speedster,” Eddie’s voice breaks you from your musing. You know what you must look like, all curled in on yourself on the steps leading to his front door. “What are you doing out here? You know you can just come in.” Eddie’s dirty sneakers come into focus as he steps beside you.

“I was just thinking,” You hum.

Eddie plops down on the steps next to you. “Care to elaborate?”

The sun is setting and the whole world is getting dipped in the last orange-tinted rays of warmth. Soon enough the lightning bugs will make an appearance, pinpricks of light against the twilight. You shake your head at his question.

You’ve got a note in your pocket, written on notebook paper, like so many before that you’ve given to Eddie. But this note is different- it’s the one you’re not sure you’ll ever be brave enough to deliver. It burns through the denim of your pants, sears your skin. You watch the sunset so that you don’t have to look at Eddie.

From your peripherals you catch him resting his chin in his hand. He sighs forlornly, “There she goes. She leaves me for a year of college and all the sudden she’s all philosophical. Thinking about the great mysteries of life. No time to explain them to poor old Eddie.” He puts the back of his hand to his forehead, collapsing his weight dramatically against you.

“You’re crushing me!” You cough, an over exaggeration designed to earn his sympathy that’s ruined by your laughter.

“It’s not like I’m her oldest friend in the world!” He tells the sky, a Shakespearean quality to his movements. “No, no, no. She has secrets from me now! After all we’ve been through…” He trails off.

“Eddie-” Your voice is too shaky, it makes you stop, swallowing hard.

Eddie sits up properly, but doesn’t separate from you. Instead, he throws his arm around your shoulder, tucks you in close to his side. The smell of cigarette smoke, leather, and something sweet that’s just Eddie surrounds you.

You throw your legs sideways across his lap, head finding the crook of his neck, while Eddie’s other arm wraps around your knees to keep you from tipping off the steps.

“There we go,” Eddie’s voice is softer, just a rumble under your ear from where you’re melted into him.

It’s simultaneously worse and better to be near him this way. You close your eyes and listen to his breathing.

You wish you were a better actress. After Eddie had been held back in school, and suddenly the two of you were on track to graduate at different times, you knew you would spend semesters away from him and Hawkins while you were at college.

You still wrote, called, and talked to him nearly every day, but there was a secret part of you that thought maybe the distance would finally dispel your feelings. That the miles between you would act as a balm to the ache in your chest.

As if you could ever be so lucky.

The distance only aggravated your feelings. It felt like poking at an open wound, being separated from Eddie. You went around everyday, bleeding out, with your only treatment locked away in Hawkins, none the wiser about your predicament. Or so you hoped.

Eddie has always been too good at reading you, the symptom of a lifetime of friendship. The minute you arrived home for the summer, it was as though he could sense it coming off of you in waves. He hadn’t pieced it all together yet, but you had a gnawing, anxious feeling that it would only be a matter of time. You were an open book to him. A worn novel, dedicated and annotated just for Eddie. How could he not know?

“Do you remember when we became friends? When we were kids?” You hum an affirmative to his question. You can hear the smile in his voice when he continues, “You were always wearing those god-awful blue shoes.”

You dig your fingers into his side in retribution, “They were not god-awful! My mom bought me those shoes. I liked them.” Eddie squirms a little at your prodding but doesn’t let you go.

“You left a letter on top of my backpack,” he muses. Even though you’re still wrapped up together, his voice sounds far away. Distant.

“I liked the drawing you put at the bottom,” You tell Eddie.

He leans back so he can look at your face, brows furrowing, “I did a drawing on that one?”

You nod, “Yeah, a smiley face. It had vampire fangs.”

Eddie chuckles softly and recognition lights up his features. “Oh yeah!” His nose scrunches up, “I remember now. I agonized for the longest time on whether you would think that was cool or weird.”

You can imagine little Eddie, black crayon in hand, tongue poking out in concentration as he drew as steadily as he could.

“You were metal even then, Munson.”

Eddie pats the side of your knee, his grin now with a little more edge, “We all gotta start somewhere.”

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The first note you gave Eddie was, in fact, left on top of his backpack. You were both in elementary school.

School was too loud, too big for your liking. And while you had always noticed the young boy with the buzzcut and mischievous smile, you preferred to stay out of everyone's way.

Eddie, obviously, did not prefer that.

He was always up to something. Whether that be trying to sneak a lizard he found on the playground back into the school in his pocket, or drawing detailed images of dragons and wizards across what was supposed to be his homework, Eddie Munson was not born to melt into the shadows.

But despite all the bravado he carried with him, even as a kid, you noticed the way he held himself when he thought no one was looking. It looked a lot like the way you felt, when the world was too loud, too big. You made note of the way he took his school lunch and sat at the far side of the cafeteria; or, the way he went off by himself at recess, content to explore on his own near the tree line.

And so after months of plucking up your courage, you finally decided that maybe Eddie could use a friend. And maybe you could use one too.

You picked out your favorite colored pencil from a box that your parents bought you for school. A bright, baby blue that matched your favorite pair of shoes. You ripped out a sheet of notebook paper and set to work.

Dear Eddie,

You were sitting aloon alon ? by yourself at lunch. Do you want to sit with me tomorrow?

Check yes or no

You signed your name at the bottom in proud, tall letters, wanting to make sure Eddie knew who it was from. You folded the paper half so that it looked more like a real letter, like the kind your mom pulled from the mailbox in the afternoons, and your hands only went a little shaky at the thought of giving it to Eddie.

When recess ended that day and the teacher began ushering kids still brimming with energy back into the classroom, you slipped to the side as quietly as you could. You placed the note in Eddie’s cubby, right on top of his backpack where you knew he would see it at the end of the day. And then you scampered back into the crowd with the rest of your classmates, heart thumping loud in your ears.

You hoped that Eddie liked the smiley face you drew on the bottom of the note.

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At the end of the school day, you were surprised to see your note on top of your own backpack. You were almost certain that Eddie wouldn’t see it until the end of the day, and then he would have to put the note back into your cubby in the morning. But, you guessed you weren’t the only kid who could slip around unnoticed by the teacher.

You clutched the note in one hand, knowing you had to hurry down the halls if you wanted to catch your bus home in time. Only once you were safely on the bus did you finally unfold the note. Lines creased the paper from how tightly you were holding it, but there in the meticulously drawn out boxes lied your answer.

A little “x” scrawled in the yes box.

And beside your blue smiley face, drawn in black crayon, a matching smiley face. His smiley face sported what looked like vampire fangs. You thought that was very clever.

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“My favorite drawing, though, was the one you sent to me at summer camp. You remember when I went away to camp? I thought I was going to die there,” you say suddenly, as the memories of the weeks without Eddie and living on letters alone come to the surface.

“Summer camp,” Eddie groans. “Wayne started getting so annoyed with me. Everyday I’d stand at the end of the road when I knew the mail was supposed to show up.” Eddie’s voice drops down an octave, a gravelly impression of his Uncle Wayne, “‘Eddie! The mail will get here when it gets here. Standing around is just gonna make you sick.’”

“You never told me that.” Your gaze trails off the end of the road, where a younger Eddie must have run to, hoping the post would show up that day.

“And grow your ego even more? Absolutely not.”

Eddie swivels the two of you so he can lean back against one railing and you against the other, your legs meeting and crossing over one another in the middle. There’s not really enough room on the steps to sit like this, but you and Eddie make it work. Fold yourselves together until you’re not sure where you start and he ends.

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After the first note you and Eddie were nearly inseparable.

And then in middle school you went away to summer camp.

Your parents promised you it was going to be amazing fun, a trip you would remember for the rest of your life. But the weeks that led up to you leaving were spent glued to Eddie’s side and trying your best not to cry when you eventually had to go to your respective homes at night.

You knew you wouldn’t be separated from Eddie for forever- it’s just that suddenly five weeks seemed like the longest amount of time in the universe. Five weeks of no Eddie. Five weeks of trying to make new friends.

You could hardly stomach it.

So the very first night at camp instead of going to claim a bunk like the rest of the kids, you marched up to the nearest counselor. There was a righteousness in your stance not befitting of your middle school stature.

“How do I mail a letter around here?” You asked.

The counselor blinked down at you, perhaps a little shocked at your sudden appearance. Her name tag read “Sarah” in looping, bubbly handwriting. When she finally registered your question, she explained, “I can take it to the mail drop off in the office and I’ll get it sent for you.”

You were already shaking your head before she was finished with her sentence. “If you don’t mind, I would really like to drop it off myself. It’s really, really important that this gets to my friend.” You brought the envelope close to your chest, unwilling to be parted with it until you knew it would reach Eddie. You had spent a long time making sure that his address was printed clearly, double and triple checking it against the address that he had written out for you to make sure it was perfect and wouldn’t get lost in the mail.

Sarah smiled down at you, and you liked her smile. It wasn’t that tight-lipped, weird smile that some adults had when you wanted to do something a particular way. Her smile was patient and understanding.

She nodded, “I think we can do that. You want to follow me and I’ll show you where it is?”

You fell into step behind her, splitting your attention between watching the wooded trail where you were walking and staring down at the envelope. You hoped you spelled the name of the camp correctly on the return address. What if Eddie couldn’t write you back because you’d made a silly mistake? What if Eddie forgot about you while you were away? Five weeks seemed like a horribly long time. What if-

“You must have a pretty special friend to already be sending them cards,” Sarah interrupted your spiraling.

“Eddie is my best friend. I want to make sure he can write back to me while I’m here.” Your voice quieted, “And I don’t want him to forget about me.”

Sarah’s hand ruffled your hair a little, and you found that you didn’t mind it.

“I’m sure he won’t. You seem like a good friend. It would be awfully hard to forget someone like that.”

Sarah let you slide the envelope into the mail drop-off. The metallic clang on the letter flap closing shut finalized the moment and reassured you that the note would reach its intended destination.

You glanced up at Sarah. “How long does it usually take to get letters here?”

She thought about it for a moment. “It’ll take a few days for your letter to arrive, and then a few days for him to send one back.” Your shoulders deflated a little at that. “But, how about this? The mail always gets sent right here to the front office. I’ll check every day for you, and as soon as I see a letter addressed to you, I’ll give it to you straight away myself. Does that sound okay?”

“Yeah, that sounds okay.”

—

True to Sarah’s prediction, you didn’t receive a reply for just over a week.

You’d already begun the mourning process of your friendship when Sarah found you at the arts and crafts table.

“Hey, I got something you might be interested in,” she said as she approached, that kind and patient smile in place. She held up an envelope and you couldn’t contain your squeal of joy.

She handed you the letter and before you could think through the movement, you were throwing your arms around her middle. “Thank you, Miss Sarah!”.

She patted your shoulder with a laugh of her own, “You’re welcome, kiddo.”

You found a tree not too far from the other campers to read your letter. There, under the shade with the leaves creating a crisscrossed pattern of shadows down on the paper, you opened the envelope.

Y/N,

I’m glad you didn’t forget about me. I wasn’t sure if you were making tons of new friends at your fancy camp. I hope you’re having fun even though I wish you were here.

Nothing interesting has been happening here. I’ve been reading those books that Uncle Wayne bought me. The one that had the dragon like I told you about. When you’re back, I can give you the first one and you can tell me what you think of it. I know you would love it, there’s adventure and family and magic.

You’ve always been better at writing than me. I wish I had superpowers and could travel into the future when you’re back.

Eddie

P.S. look on the back.

You turn the sheet of paper around and cackle at what you see. An elaborate drawing of a dragon wearing sunglasses and a camping hat.

You hold the sheet of paper close and start planning what you’re going to write back to Eddie.

—

“Grow my ego?” You scoff, shaking away the memories. “That’s rich coming from you. My mom still talks about when she grounded me and you just flew right over her rules.”

Eddie’s answering grin is smug and entirely too pleased with himself as he remembers.

“Aw, your mom could never stay mad at me. She likes me too much.” He bats his eyelashes, hands cupping his face, “I’m too sweet, Speedster.”

—

A few months after you turn sixteen, you’re grounded for two weeks.

You biked all the way to Eddie’s home before you remember that he had told you he was going away for the weekend with his uncle.

Without any better ideas, you ripped a sheet of paper from your backpack and scribbled a quick message on it before shoving it in Eddie’s mailbox.

Eddie,

I got a speeding ticket and my parents are taking away phone privileges and my car. My sentence is two weeks. The next time I see you I might be irreparably different. I’ve heard doing jail time changes a person.

You initialed the bottom and biked home, knowing you wouldn’t see Eddie until Monday at school and by then he’d have hopefully found your note.

—

It was not Monday at school when you next saw Eddie. Instead, it was Sunday night.

Your mother knocked on your bedroom door, a folded sheet of notebook paper in hand. You sat up from your bed, head tilted in curiosity as she waved the paper.

“Want to explain why this was in our mailbox?” She cocked a hip, one eyebrow raised.

“I promised I didn’t call him!” You immediately defended yourself. Even from across the room, you recognized the familiar chicken scratch handwriting that printed your name across the outside of the folded paper.

Your mother fought back a smile, brows set as she tried to look intimidating, “We should have said ‘no Eddie privileges.’” She pointed at you with the paper, “I don’t know what’s in this, but knowing Eddie, I want you home by nine. Sharp. I will not have you and Eddie conspiring against us. You’re still grounded and it’s still a school night.”

She then deposited the note at the foot of your bed, still shaking her head even as she exited your room.

The door hadn’t even clicked shut before you unfolded the note.

Speedster,

Jailbreak. Meet me at the corner at 7.

Eddie

You looked at the clock. 7:05. You were out the door before you could even finish tying your shoes.

—

“Speedster! I was worried you wouldn’t make it,” Eddie greeted you through the opened window. His hair was longer now than the cropped look he kept when you were kids, and he spent an inordinate amount of time shaking it out of his eyes.

You pulled open the door and the hinges creaked. While a little worse for wear, the van was his pride and joy, a combination of hours spent working odd jobs for extra cash and birthday money given to him by his Uncle to get it.

You clambered into the passenger seat, “Mom says I have to be home by nine, but she likes you so we could probably stretch it a little past if we need to.”

Eddie grinned wildly, “For a minute, I thought maybe you wouldn’t get the note. Or your mom would see it first and put you under lock and key. I was prepared to scale your house if necessary.”

You snorted, “As if you could climb to my window.”

Eddie pushed your arm as he started up the car. The engine whined for a second before roaring to life, “I resent that.”

“I resent being called Speedster.”

“Well it’s that or Road Runner, so take your pick.” It was your turn to hit him. He was still laughing as he finally started driving.

—

“I think you could probably come up with something better to call me than Speedster.” You knock him with the side of your foot. “Don’t you think it’s getting a little old by now?”

“What should I call you then?” Eddie leans forwards towards you, arms swinging over his knees. The sun is disappearing behind him, but the last rays of it create a hazy halo around his head. You dare to say he looks a little angelic.

His eyes darken and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. “Maybe I should try out sweetheart again.”

Your eyes widen a bit before you can school your expression, but you can’t stop the way your face heats at his words.

“You can’t call me ‘sweetheart,’” you choke out.

—

You were seventeen when you finally realized that maybe you love Eddie.

Truly it was all Matthew Anderson’s fault because he leaned over the side of his desk one day in class to whisper a joke to you and you giggled just a little too loudly at it.

Matthew was nice. Smart. He smelled like laundry detergent and the cologne coveted by every high school boy. And he smiled at you in a way that you didn’t necessarily mind. Sometimes, you had found, it was nice to just be smiled at.

Your giggles caught the attention of the teacher who paused in his lecture to shoot you and Matthew a stern glare.

As soon as he had turned back to the chalkboard, Matthew snickered again, which caused you to let out your own quiet giggle.

A paper ball soared across the room, landing perfectly on your desk. Before uncrumpling the paper, you were already rolling your eyes, knowing who it was from.

You turned in your seat and caught Eddie’s eye from the back of the classroom. The two of you had been separated weeks ago in the seating chart. Something about “both of you disrupting class.”

“Open it,” Eddie mouthed, as he mimed unraveling the paper. He had an annoyed set to his brows as he slumped back in his chair.

You smoothed out the paper ball, slouching over your desk to shield the note from prying eyes.

Stop flirting with Anderson.

Are we still on for tonight?

Tonight- Corroded Coffin was playing a gig at The Hideout. A new venue for them, but certainly not the first Corroded Coffin show you had gone to.

You scrawled a response.

I’ve literally never missed a show, why would I start now?

You tossed the note a few rows back to Eddie. Your aim was much poorer, he ended up scooping the paper ball off the floor while the teacher’s back was turned.

You watched him read it. His posture straightened some, and you knew Eddie well enough to know that the half-smirk he was now sporting meant he was pleased. You just weren’t sure why he was so smug all of the sudden.

“Oh,” Matthew’s whisper caught your attention. He was watching the exchange between you and Eddie. “I didn’t realize you and Munson were a thing. Sorry.” He seemed genuinely sheepish, which confused you even more.

“Me and Eddie?” Your face warmed even at the idea. “No, we’re just best friends.”

“Really?” Matthew didn’t try to hide his surprise. “Because if looks could kill, I’d be a dead man walking right now.”

You glanced back at Eddie, who buried his head into his notebook to pretend as though he was not staring daggers at Matthew.

The blood raced in your ears. Why did that please you, the thought that Eddie noticed you talking with someone else? That he might care if you flirted?

You leaned over to Matthew, “He just gets like that sometimes, it’s-”

“Does someone have something they’d like to share with the class?” The booming voice of your teacher at the front of the room cut you off. You ducked your head, arms crossing as your face burned in embarrassment. Hearing no further murmuring from the classroom, he swiftly returned to his lecture.

You slid down in your seat, determined to make it through the rest of the class unscathed. But that also meant you had the rest of the class to think about the way your heart was trying to escape your ribcage. You were left with a swirling feeling in the pit of your stomach as every molecule of your being seemed to scream Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

Please do not let me have a crush on my best friend, you sent your silent plea out to the universe.

The universe must have laughed at you.

—

As soon as class was over, Eddie swooped over to your side, cutting between you and Matthew. He threw an arm around your shoulder and you tried not to mull on it. It was just Eddie, that’s how he always acted with you.

But then the arm around your shoulders was pulling you in even closer, and he was dropping a kiss to the crown of your head. “Hey, sweetheart. I was thinking we could stop and get some dinner tonight before we go to The Hideout. Does that sound okay to you?”

Behind Eddie’s back, you caught Matthew's eye.

“Sweetheart?” He mouthed at you, looking as though he were fighting back a grin. A grin that screamed I know something you don’t.

You couldn’t dwell on it without going insane, so instead you wrap your own arm around Eddie’s waist as you always did. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Before you could pick up your bag, Eddie reached out and slung it over his shoulder with his own backpack as he led the two of you out of the classroom.

“I’ve heard Anderson is a dickhead,” Eddie mumbled as he held open a door for you.

“Don’t be jealous, Eddie,” You’re not sure why you said that. Maybe it was because of the word “sweetheart” still ringing in your ears.

You expected Eddie to laugh. To jump to his own defense. To roll his eyes and make fun of you for ever thinking he could be jealous.

Instead he just scrubbed a wayward strand of hair from his face and tugged you along behind him.

You could have sworn you saw him blush.

—

Eddie leans back on the railings, creating distance. “I’ll stick with Speedster, then. It’s more you.” You have to be imagining the disappointment that sneaks across Eddie’s features and leaks into his voice.

A silence falls in the space between the two of you.

The sun is completely set now. Soon enough the remnants of the summer heat will fade away into a cooler night, but for now the breeze is still warm.

You try to shake away the memories of school days, summer camps, aimless drives, and classroom crushes.

Eddie reaches out, palm molding to your knee. The warmed metal of his rings press against your skin. “You’ve been acting weird since you came home.” There’s a hesitance in his voice that almost makes you feel guilty. “I won’t make you tell me what’s wrong, but you’ve gotta tell me if I’ve done something, okay? Because if I did something wrong I need to know so I can fix it.” His mouth presses into a firm line, and he looks so heartbroken, so worried, it launches you into action.

You move his hand from your knee, knocking his legs to the side so that you can pull him close. You clamber up, erasing the air between you as you hug him. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, crushing you to his chest.

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?” Eddie says.

“I know I can. It’s just stupid.” You rub your cheek against the soft cotton of his shirt, a worn band t-shirt that he’s had for ages. “I’m being stupid.”

“Hey, don’t talk about my best friend that way.” He squeezes you tighter, a disappointed lilt to his voice.

The note weighs a thousand pounds in your pocket. You’re considering walking into the lake and letting the weight of it pull you to the bottom. You hope the paper dissolves in the waves and erases any trace of your words.

“I’m glad I’m back for the summer,” you tell his shoulder. “I missed you.”

“I guarantee I missed you more.”

“That’s not possible.”

“So is. Don’t argue with me.”

“But I’m so good at it.”

He lightly jostles you, prompting a smile from you.

The paper in your pocket crinkles the tiniest bit, reminding you of its existence.

You think about little you, who was brave enough to write that first note to Eddie.

“Eddie, I’m going to tell you something. And maybe it would be good if you didn’t say anything until I was done,” You whisper. He tries to pull out of the hug, probably to look at your face and gauge your emotions, but you hold fast to him. If you look in his eyes you’ll lose whatever nerve you’ve managed to scrape together.

His hand traces up and down your spine, fingers traversing a path against the vertebra. “Okay, I won’t interrupt.”

“Okay. Okay. I, uh, I wrote you a letter,” You start haltingly. “I have it with me. And… I’ve been trying to write you this letter for a really long time now. But everytime I wrote it, it wasn’t right, so I thought, ‘Oh well, I’ll try and write it later.’ Because I never had all the right words and all the perfect ways to phrase it and I just think that you deserve the best letter that I can give.” You’re working yourself into a state, your voice pitching up as your breathing shallows.

“I know I said I wouldn’t interrupt, but you’ve gotta breathe,” Eddie’s chest moves exaggeratedly underneath you as he takes a deep breath. He feels like a furnace against you. “Breathe. It’s just me, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart!” You explode, pushing off of him. You stand up and move down the stairs, plant your feet on the solid ground at the base. You decide it’s definitely not easier to be near him. To feel the hum of the word “sweetheart” under your ear as he holds you, breathing in air that smells like him. How are you supposed to concentrate in these conditions? “Sweetheart, again! You don’t get to call me sweetheart when it’s a joke to you, Eddie Munson.”

You're righteous now, finding it easier to lean into a spark of anger than into your own vulnerability. Eddie’s eyes are wide, arms still stretched out in surprise from your sudden flee away from him.

“I never said it was a joke. Did I sound like I was joking?” Eddie scrambles to his feet, hands pushing his hair from his face.

“Well, you’re not being serious,” You cross your arms. There’s a suspicious tingling in the back of your eyes, one that you try to blink away. Your throat feels as though it’s closing up. You gesture wildly, your hands not cooperating with your brain. “I wish I could just- just- say it!”

Eddie stumbles down the stairs, long legs tripping over themselves in his effort to get to you. He grabs your elbows from where they tuck into your sides as you try to shrug off his hands.

It’s easier to be upset than to be comforted by him. “Hey, no, don’t do that,” Eddie chides as you twist away, “Don’t shut me out. Talk to me.”

If you talk now you’ll end up crying, so you shake your head vehemently. “I don’t want to talk. I wish you just knew-” Your words are jumbling together. You press your lips together, a hard line to keep your mouth from running away from you.

“Okay, okay, you don’t have to talk. I’ll talk, I love talking. I’m fucking awesome at talking.”

You smile the tiniest bit against your own volition, and the action lights Eddie up.

“I’ll talk about how much I missed you while you were gone,” He starts. He hasn’t let go of your elbows. “I’ll talk about…how Wayne would come home from work and find me passed out on the sofa so I could be near the phone in case you called. I’ll talk about… how I really want to read this letter that you wrote for me, the one that I’m sure is already perfect no matter what you say.”

Your heart is participating in a marathon.

Eddie’s hands trace down from your elbows to your forearms. Your nerve endings light up everywhere he touches. “I’ll talk about how I’ve got a shoebox of every letter you’ve ever sent me in the bottom of my closet.”

That makes you pause and Eddie can tell. This is something he’s never told you before. He breathes deep, taking your wrists in each hand and uncrossing your arms for you. They fall limply between the two of you, held in his grip.

He’s killing you slowly. It’s an agonizing death because he’s so kind with your demise. “I’ll talk about how I’ve been trying to write you a letter too. Since I was…oh, I don’t know. Sixteen?”

No.

Your chest heaves as you try to squash down that terrible and tumultuous thing called hope.

He ducks down, catching your eyes. Your faces are so close, you're breathing in the same air. His thumbs rub circles against the insides of your wrists.

“Pretty girl, stop upsetting yourself and just listen to me for a minute,” Eddie pleads, taking in your wide eyes and stuttered breaths. “Because I think we’re talking about the same thing. At least,” he lets go of one hand in favor of cupping your jaw. His gaze feels heavy, “I really fucking hope we’re talking about the same thing, and I’m not making an ass of myself.”

“You’ve never called me ‘pretty girl’ before. I like it,” you choke out and hate yourself for it. But, you can’t bring yourself to regret it when it makes him step in closer to you.

“No?” The beginnings of a grin are pulling at his mouth. You think maybe you catch a glimmer of hope swimming in his eyes too. “That’s a damn shame. I’ll have to use it more often.”

And then the hand at your jaw pulls you in and you can feel his lips just barely brush against yours when he whispers, “If you don’t want this, tell me now.”

You think you’re finally ready to be brave.

So, you don’t say anything at all, just thread your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and close the space between you.

His lips are chapped, and your noses bump against one another awkwardly for a moment in a way that steals an unexpected giggle from you. But then you turn your head and Eddie kisses you deep and-

You burn.

He busies himself with learning the exact shape of your bottom lip. You curl a finger into his belt loop, bringing your bodies flush together. Everything is warm, warm, warm. The press of his fingertips against your face and his arm that’s finding a home around your waist and his tongue tracing the seam of your lips. You want to live in the heat of his exhales.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie sighs, pulling away only a fraction. You chase after him and he indulges you. He kisses you once, twice, three more times before his mouth presses to the corner of yours. Then to your cheekbone, the bridge of your nose, across both of your closed eyelids. A scattering of kisses that feel like pinpoints of flames.

“This is all wrong,” You say when you open your eyes. Eddie looks horrified, moves to pull away from you completely, but you don’t let him. “I was supposed to tell you how I felt! I have the letter with me and everything.” You fish the paper from your pocket. It doesn’t burn you now, doesn’t feel heavy in your hands.

Eddie throws his head back, laughter ringing from him. His hands settle on your hips. “Jesus Christ, you scared me. I thought you were going to say I’d just ruined our friendship and that I needed to fuck off.”

“No, no, no,” You roll onto your tiptoes so you can kiss him again. “Definitely not that,” you mumble against his lips. You press the letter to his chest, your palm covering the carefully scrawled To Eddie on the outside. “I guess I don’t really need to give you this anymore, huh?”

His hand covers your own, holding it to his chest. The paper crinkles under your fingers, “Oh, you’re definitely not taking it from me. It’s mine, addressed to me. I’m saving it, ‘til we’re old and gray and shit.”

“You’re just going to put it in a shoebox, remember?” You tease.

“And take it out to read everyday,” Eddie says amicably.

“Everyday? That’s a bit excessive.” You kiss his jaw. “I’ll end up thinking you have a crush on me or something.”

Eddie hums, curls flying wildly as he shakes his head. “Crush isn’t a strong enough word. Guess we’ll have to call it ‘or something.’”

You’re both still smiling when he kisses you again.

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Fall from Grace

🤍Pairing: Demon!Jin x Angel!Jimin 🤍WC: 5,058 🤍Genre/warnings: angel and demons au, betrayal, smut, fluff

🤍Rating: R

🤍Summary: The rules for angels and demons are simple and straightforward, and can be summed up as: don’t interact.

A/N: This story is part of BTS Fests' Angels & Demons Fest!

Thank you to my betas: @colormepurplex2 and @moonleeai. Many hugs to @colormepurplex2 for my banner.

A Flicker in the Twilight

The twilight hums with the city’s heartbeat. Neon gods of advertisement pulse against the fading sky, casting a garish glamor on the throngs below. Lost in the kaleidoscope of chrome and flesh, Jin savors the symphony of human anxieties. They pulse through him, a delectable chaos dancing on his tongue. It is like the finest wine, this mortal cocktail – intoxicating, unpredictable, infinitely more thrilling than the bland ambrosia of his celestial past.

Leaning against the side of a building, Jin, once a grotesque tapestry of shadow and bone, now shimmers with angelic grace, courtesy of a botched mission and a particularly potent curse. He revels in the dissonance, the whispers of his true nature tickling the edges of his angelic façade. Humans, constantly oblivious to the storm brewing inside him, mistake his charm for benevolence, his mischievous grin for a divine smile. He is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a predator in a sanctuary of light.

He twirls a strand of hair as he watches the countless hordes of faceless humans stride past him. Humans, like fireflies, flit across the avenues, their souls like flickering flames. Most hold no interest, their predictability a dull ache in his immortal boredom. But then, a glint of pure, celestial light catches his eye. An angel, disguised in the borrowed flesh of a human youth, stands on the corner adjacent to him, radiating an aura as vibrant as a sunrise. He watches on as the angel, resplendent even in the mortal flesh, navigates the human tide with an awkward grace.

Jimin's name echoes in Jin’s mind, a whisper plucked from the supernatural airwaves. Jin cocks his head, watching the celestial, discerning that he is a novice. Jimin is inexperienced, a wide-eyed fawn in a wolf’s den.

Jimin’s innocence is like virgin snow, pure and untainted, waiting to be imprinted with the dark designs of Jin’s twisted amusement.

The perfect game piece.

A thrill dances through Jin like a lightning bolt, not the usual hum of predatorial amusement, but something altogether sharper, more intoxicating. A mischievous curl creeps onto Jin’s lips. With a practiced grace, that has been honed from centuries of deception, he weaves through the throng, the city lights glinting off his unseen wings.

“Lost, little lamb?” Jin’s voice, honeyed and smooth, cuts through the city’s cacophony.

Jimin turns, his cognac eyes widening in surprise. The golden rays emanating from his disguised form cast an ethereal glow across the chaotic street. But it is the darkness, a whisper hidden in the depths of his gaze, that draws Jin in. A flicker of rebellion, a crack in the otherworldly armor.

Jimin, drawn by a force he can’t comprehend, steps closer. The aura around Jin, a faint hum of darkness, should send him fleeing. Yet, he finds himself drawn deeper, a curiosity eclipsing his fear, curiosity over encountering another being like himself.

“N-no,” Jimin stammers, adjusting his borrowed human form with self-conscious fiddling. “Just…observing.”

Jin chuckles. “Observing the fascinating creatures of this earth, are we?” Jin offers a hand. “Well, allow me to offer some guidance. I know these streets better than any moonbeam.” This isn’t just amusement anymore. This is a challenge, a dance on the precipice of forbidden desire.

Jimin hesitates, the wings under his human guise rustle like whispered prayers. Then, with a sigh that ruffles the city air, he takes the offered hand, his fingers brushing against Jin’s with a spark that sends shivers down the demon’s spine.

“Thank you,” Jimin breathes, his gaze lingers on Jin for a beat too long, a whisper of starlight battling the celestial fire in his eyes.

The walk through the bustling city offers a motley of sights and smells for Jimin. Jin, his guide and tormentor in equal measure, navigates the throngs with practiced ease, a picture of casual charm. Jimin, on the other hand, is a clumsy swan in a human pond, his borrowed skin prickling with unease.

“So, earth delights you?” Jin asks, his voice a silken thread woven through the city’s hum.

Jimin blushes, his celestial aura flickering like an overeager candle. “It’s…overwhelming,” he admits, his voice barely a whisper. “So much chaos, so much life.”

Jin chuckles a rich, dark sound that resonates in Jimin’s chest. “A chaos that dances to its own rhythm, wouldn’t you say?” He stops abruptly, his eyes glinting with an amusement that sends a tingle down Jimin’s spine. “Does it resonate with you, little angel?”

Jimin’s wings twitch under his borrowed skin. He knows he shouldn’t linger, and he can sense that there is more to Jin than he sees. Yet, Jin’s presence is a maelstrom he can’t seem to resist.

“There’s something…” Jimin begins, his voice barely a sigh. “A spark in this chaos, a warmth that draws me in.” He meets Jin’s gaze, the astral fire in his eyes battling the forbidden embers that flicker there.

Jin’s smile deepens, a knowing curve that sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine. “Ah, the forbidden fruit, angel. Sweetest when plucked from the branches of danger.” He leans in, his breath a whisper of brimstone against Jimin’s ear. “But remember, little one, even the most tempting fruit can leave a bitter taste.”

Jimin’s heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a gilded cage. The spark in Jin’s eyes, the warmth of his touch, draws him in like a moth to a flame.

“I…I don’t care about the consequences,” Jimin whispers, his voice barely a tremor. “I only know that this moment, this feeling, it’s worth the risk.”

Jin’s smile widens, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Foolish angel,” he murmurs, his voice a caress. “Then let us dance, shall we? Let us taste the forbidden fruit and see if its sweetness outweighs the sting.”

He slips his hand around Jimin’s, his touch sending a jolt of forbidden electricity through the angel’s borrowed form. And with that, they step deeper into the city’s twilight.

Eventually, their journey finds them using a fire escape to settle on a rooftop. The city sprawls out beneath them like a glittering tapestry. The wind whispers secrets through the night, carrying the scent of jasmine and asphalt. Jin feels a flicker of something unexpected. Not the sharp thrill of anticipation, but a pang of something akin to regret.

Was it the way Jimin’s youthful face pales in the moonlight or the earnest tremor in his voice as he whispers, “This place is beautiful,” that touches a dormant chord within Jin?

For a fleeting moment, Jin sees himself reflected in Jimin's starlit eyes. Not the monstrous entity of shadow and bone, but the young, ethereal creator he once was before the curse, before the fall. An echo of the celestial light he had long extinguished in himself.

Jin feels a strange vulnerability bloom within himself, a yearning for something he can’t name. Standing back, observing Jimin’s awe, he shakes himself. This is just a game, a predator’s pursuit—no room for hesitation, no space for compassion.

Yet, as Jimin turns to him, his face alight with wonder, Jin finds himself hesitating. For the first time in centuries, the predator holds back, the wolf unsure of its prey.

The game had just begun, and the rules, it seemed, were about to change.

Jin’s façade trembles under Jimin’s gaze, the carefully crafted mask of charm threatening to crack under the weight of an unwelcome emotion. The devil within him snarls, urging him to pounce, to exploit the celestial’s trust. Yet, the merest whisper against the infernal damnation of his being echoes louder, a flicker of empathy he can’t quite extinguish.

Jin swallows the tightness in his throat, forcing his lips into a familiar, playful smirk. “Beautiful indeed, little lamb. This is just the beginning. There are secrets woven into this city’s very fabric, waiting to be unraveled.”

Jimin tilts his head, the naive curiosity in his eyes still undimmed. “Will you help me find them?”

The question hangs in the air, a challenge and an invitation. Jin stares into the depths of those starlit eyes, searching for a hint of suspicion, a flicker of fear. But there is only trust, a pure and unadulterated yearning for knowledge and adventure.

In that moment, the predator falters. The game, he realizes, isn’t just about to change. It is about to shatter. He could still twist the knife, manipulate Jimin’s trust for his own amusement, but the thrill feels hollow, poisoned by the unexpected pang of something akin to…responsibility.

He takes a deep breath, the scent of night air filling his lungs. “Yes,” he says, the word heavy on his tongue. “I’ll help you.”

The decision tastes like ashes in his mouth, a bitter compromise between his monstrous nature and the ghost of his celestial past. He watches the smile blossom on Jimin’s face, a light that could rival the moon. Jin knows this isn’t just a game anymore. It is a dance on the precipice, a perilous tango between darkness and light, with the fate of two celestial souls hanging in the balance.

His gaze lingers on Jimin, the forbidden yearning gnawing at this resolve. This isn’t part of the plan, this impossible, intoxicating pull. But as Jimin’s eyes meet his, a larger spark of uncertainty ignites within the demon, and the fragile dam around Jin’s desires crumbles. Jin’s breath hitches. He knows the danger, the impossibility of their connection. But in the face of Jimin’s vulnerability, his own desire pulses with a forbidden fire.

Their lips meet in a kiss, a clash of celestial fire and demonic embers. It is a taste of forbidden fruit, sweet and intoxicating. As their lips part, a gasp escapes Jimin's mouth, a flicker of fear battling with the dawning realization of what they were doing. Jin sees it, the internal war raging within the angel. And in that moment, he knows the game has definitely changed. This isn’t just a dance with fate; it is a tightrope walk over the abyss, a gamble with their very souls.

But as the city lights shimmer around them, casting their forbidden tryst in a seductive glow, Jin can’t help but smile. He is a demon in angel's clothing, and he has just found his most tempting sin.

The night stretches before them, a blank canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of their forbidden desire. And as they stand there, bathed in the twilight, the city holds its breath, waiting to see what masterpiece would be born from the ashes of their celestial clash.

Whispers in the Moonlight

The city, a pulsing tapestry of sin and salvation, thrums with the electric tension of their forbidden entanglement. As dawn bleeds into dusk, Jin and Jimin meet in the shadowed corner of a long abandoned courtyard, hearts echoing a forbidden rhythm. Jin, cloaked in starlight, leads Jimin on a waltz through the neon wilderness, every whisper a searing brand against the angel’s soul.

Jimin, wings folded beneath a borrowed human skin, wrestles with the celestial fire simmering within. Duty whispers harsh reprimands, yet defiance roars like a caged beast. Jin, the devil on his shoulder, grins with eyes like bottomless pools, each touch a whispered promise of rebellion.

The city lights shimmer on Jimin’s skin, turning his eyes into molten gold. He trembles, not from fear, but from the intoxicating mix of temptation and longing that Jin ignites inside him.

Jin leans in close enough for Jimin to feel the warmth of his breath against his cheek. “Do you hear it, angel?” he utters, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down Jimin’s spine. “The city’s heartbeat, pulsing with the rhythm of our forbidden song?”

His words are steeped in temptation. Jimin feels the celestial fire flicker, threatened by the seductive darkness Jin offers. He yearns to know the taste of rebellion, to shed the shackles of angelic rigidity and fly on the wings of his own desires.

Jimin, his heart a frantic drum against ribs, swallows hard. He can hear it, echoing in the symphony of car horns and distant laughter, a primal pulse that mirrors the yearning of his soul.

“It’s… maddening,” he whispers, his voice barely audible above the city’s din.

Jin chuckles, a sound like tinkling ice against velvet. “Maddeningly beautiful, isn’t it?”

His thumb brushes the crest of Jimin’s cheek, the touch sending a jolt of forbidden electricity through him. Jimin’s eyes melt even further under the neon sky and meet Jin’s, the heat of their gaze a silent conversation—unspoken questions dance in the air between them.

“Jin,” Jimin breathes, his voice hoarse with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. “I… I can’t do this. Not anymore.”

The words hang heavy in the air, a discordant note introduced to their orchestra. Jin’s smile falters for a moment but is quickly masked by his impassive façade. “And what, angel,” he drawls, his voice laced with a dangerous edge, “is it that you can’t do?”

Jimin flinches at the challenge in Jin’s eyes. He knows he is playing with fire. While romantic dalliances with other angels aren’t forbidden, they aren’t looked on kindly, which is enough to deter most.

But something, some spark of rebellion, ignites deep within him, refusing to be silenced.

“I can’t deny this,” he says, his voice gaining strength with every word. “This…this fire that burns between us. We may be angels, Jin, but we are also men. And this city, this dark and beautiful chaos…it sings a song that my soul yearns to hear.”

The silence that follows Jimin’s confession is thick with unspoken tension. Jin’s eyes, usually warm and playful, flicker with a hidden storm. He takes a step toward Jimin, his gaze raking over him with an intensity that sends a shiver down the younger angel’s spine.

The city lights, once a backdrop to their clandestine meetings, now throb with a new meaning. The neon signs bleed into their vision, painting the shadows on their faces with a kaleidoscope of emotions. The symphony of car horns and distant laughter becomes a seductive song, urging them closer to the edge of what is and what isn’t permissible.

Jimin, emboldened by the defiance in Jin’s eyes, reaches out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of Jin’s jaw. The touch is a spark, igniting a wildfire that threatens to consume them both. Jin’s breath hitches, and for a fleeting moment, his celestial façade flickers, revealing the hungry demon beneath.

Jin, feigning reluctance, breathes, “We can’t. The consequences…”

But Jimin, his heart pounding a forbidden drumbeat, cuts him off. “Consequences be damned,” he whispers, his lips brushing against Jin’s ear.

With that, he pulls Jin into a kiss, a desperate, hungry press of lips that speaks volumes of unspoken yearnings. The kiss is a rebellion, a declaration of defiance against the sterile order of their celestial existence. It is a taste of the forbidden fruit, a glimpse of a world where love, not duty, dictates their actions.

As they break apart, breathless and reeling, the city lights seem to dance in celebration. The air crackles with an electric tension, the very fabric of their world shimmering with the weight of their choice. One of them knows the path they are embarking on is fraught with danger, while the other leads them down this defiant path. In that moment, surrounded by the cacophony of the city, they only see each other, a beacon of light in the darkness.

The moon, a pearl amidst the velvet tapestry of night, bathes the hidden courtyard in an ethereal glow. Jasmine tendrils, heavy with moonlit secrets, cling to the crumbling brick walls, weaving a fragrant canopy above Jimin and Jin. Here, within the shadows, the celestial rules morph and blur, their breaths forming wispy constellations against the obsidian sky.

Jin, his dark hair a curtain against the lunar silver, cradles Jimin’s face in his hands. “There’s more to existence than humans and harp strings, angel,” he murmurs, his voice a caress against Jimin’s trembling lips. “The world whispers forgotten stories.”

Jimin, his resolve a fluttering moth against Jin’s intoxicating whispers, surrenders. He longs for the taboo secrets Jin offers, each a forbidden fruit bursting with a thousand forbidden flavors. Jin speaks of earthly music that makes the soul quake, of laughter that echoes through cobbled streets, of the bittersweet tang of tears shed for love and loss. He paints the world with his words, worlds where angels dance with mortals, where moonlight sculpts shadows into lovers’ embraces.

“And you,” Jin murmurs, his lips trailing along Jimin’s jaw, “you, my angel, hold within you the music of a thousand unplayed instruments. Let me hear your orchestra,” he pleads, his voice raw with the hunger for what they both know is improper.

Jimin, his hidden wings trembling like fervent prayers, traces the forbidden map of Jin’s lips. “I… I fear the melody might be discordant,” he breathes, his voice a thread lost in the music of the night.

Jin chuckles, a sound like wind chimes kissed by the starlight. “Then let me be your maestro, angel,” he whispers, his lips brushing against Jimin’s ear. “Together, we’ll orchestrate a symphony that will defy the heavens themselves.”

And so, under the moon’s silent gaze, they meld into one as their clothes litter the cobblestone around them. Jin’s hands overflow with the ample bounty of Jimin’s ass as he eliminates any molecule of space between them. The air around them resonates with the vibrations of their moans as their thickened shafts slide against each other.

As their bodies move in harmony, a symphony of passion and desire, the boundaries between heaven and earth blur. Jimin clings to Jin, his nails digging into the smooth expanse of Jin’s back, each thrust of their hips driving them closer to the precipice of ecstasy. The courtyard, once a sheltered sanctuary, now bears witness to their entwined forms, the moonlight casting ethereal shadows upon their skin.

Their rhythm quickens, urgency fueled by the forbidden nature of their love. Jimin’s breath hitches as pleasure courses through him like an electric current. He presses his forehead against Jin’s, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze that speaks of devotion and rebellion. At this moment, they are no longer angels bound by celestial laws; they are simply two souls set on fire, seeking solace in each other’s embrace.

The symphony of car horns and distant laughter fades into the background as their moans fill the air, mingling with the rustle of the jasmine tendrils above. The earthy scent of the cobblestones mixes with the musk of their desire, the ground trembling beneath the force of their passion.

Jin leans in, his lips brushing against Jimin’s neck, his voice a whisper against his skin. “Fear not, my love,” he says. “Our music is perfect, even in its forbidden form.”

Jimin gasps as Jin thrusts harder against him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He reaches up, his fingers tangling in Jin’s hair, his nails biting into his scalp. “Yes, Jin,” he moans, “make me your muse.”

The two continue their dance of passion, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The jasmine tendrils above, heavy with blooms, seem to sway in time with their movements, adding a sweet fragrance to the air. Their moans echo through the courtyard, the sound of two souls joining together in a forbidden ensemble. The moon watches over them, its light casting silvery beams upon their entwined forms. As they reach the crescendo, their bodies colliding and surrendering to the forbidden music, the world around them seems to pause in reverence.

Finally, the moment arrives. The tension between them is palpable as they stand on the brink of the abyss. Jin's eyes lock onto Jimin's, his gaze intense and full of desire. In that moment, their connection is tangible. Jimin's fingers tug at Jin's hair, pulling him closer. Jin's lips devour Jimin's in an all-consuming kiss, the taste of forbidden fruit on their tongues. The air around them crackles with electricity, singeing the air surrounding them.

Jin's hips thrust harder against Jimin, their movements syncopated and raw. The heat from their bodies radiates outward, leaving the rest of the world behind. Their existence is limited to this moment, this place, this kiss.

As the last shuddering breath leaves their lips, they collapse against each other, their bodies spent. The moon's gaze fades, and the courtyard returns to its quiet solitude.

In the aftermath, Jin and Jimin lay entangled in each other's arms, their breaths slowing and their hearts beating as one. Jin knew this moment would come, but he had not anticipated the depths of emotions that would ensue. He feels a mix of euphoria and trepidation, his heart pounding in his chest.

Jimin, on the other hand, struggles with the implications of their actions. He had thought to quash his longings, keeping them hidden beneath layers of celestial duty. Now, he finds those same longings have become impossible to ignore.

The consequences of their tryst linger on the horizon, a faint dissonance in the night’s melody. But for now, they bask in the lingering traces of their forbidden love. Jimin's fingers trace delicate patterns on Jin's bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He looks up into Jin's eyes, the weight of their actions and the uncertainty of the future settling upon him like a heavy cloak.

"What have we done?" Jimin whispers, his voice laced with both regret and longing. "Is this worth defying everything we know?"

Jin's gaze meets Jin's, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions that Jimin can't fully read. "Perhaps," he replies softly, "love is not meant to be bound by rules and expectations. Maybe it is meant to be wild, untamed, and willing to risk everything."

Jimin's heart swells at Jin's words, his fingers tightening their grip on Jin's body. He knows that the path they have chosen is treacherous and that they will face obstacles unlike any they have encountered before.

Celestial Fear

Dawn creeps through the cityscape, painting the courtyard in a blush of pink. Jimin stirs, his eyelids fluttering open to the sight of Jin’s sleeping face, the warmth of his breath tickling Jimin’s cheek. The forbidden intimacy of their entwined bodies sends a shiver through him, a delicious echo of their celestial rebellion.

But as Jimin traces the line of Jin’s jaw with his fingers, a shadow flickers across Jin’s eyes, a darkness deeper than the city’s nocturnal embrace. It was fleeting, gone as soon as it appeared, yet it left a tremor in Jimin’s heart.

“Jin,” he whispers, his voice hesitant, “what was that?”

Jin’s eyes flutter open, the celestial depths replaced by a flicker of embers, a glimpse of something wild and untamed. He sits up, pulling away from Jimin, and for a moment, Jimin feels a chill crawl down his spine.

“Nothing,” Jin says, his voice strained, “just a memory, a whisper from before.”

But Jimin isn’t convinced. The darkness that tinges Jin’s eyes, it isn’t mere nostalgia, it is something colder, something sharper. A doubt, a seed of suspicion, begins to sprout in Jimin’s mind.

“Before?” he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. “Before…what?”

Jin hesitates, his gaze flickering away. Then, with a sigh that seems to carry the weight of centuries, he turns back to Jimin, his eyes lock on his his with an intensity that makes Jimin’s heart pound.

“Angel,” he says, his voice husky, “before I met you, before all this… I was… different.”

A cold dread washes over Jimin. He knows, instinctively, that the answer he is about to hear will shatter the fragile world they have built in these stolen moments.

“Different how?” Jimin whispers, his voice trembling.

Jin reaches out, his fingers brushing against Jimin’s cheek, a fleeting touch that sends shivers down his spine. “I’m not an angel, Jimin,” he says, his voice barely audible. “I am…” he pauses, his eyes searching Jimin’s face for any sign of rejection, “I am fallen.”

The words hang heavy in the air, the revealed truth shattering the foundation of their forbidden love. Jimin stares at Jin, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. Fallen. The word conjures images of rebellion, of darkness, of everything his angelic existence is supposed to reject.

But then, another truth dawns on him. The way Jin’s eyes had softened when he spoke of forbidden knowledge, the way his lips had burned against Jimin’s, the way he had whispered promises of defiant symphonies… could it be…?

“Jin,” Jimin breathes, his voice thick with emotion, “does that mean… you…”

Jin cuts him off, his lips crashing against Jimin’s in a kiss that is both desperate and tender. “You became the sun I couldn’t turn away from.”

The world spins around them. The city lights blur into a smear of monochrome. In that kiss, Jimin tastes not defiance but vulnerability, a demon confessing his love for an angel of light. And in that moment, Jimin knows, with a terrifying, exhilarating certainty, that he is falling too.

The consequences of their love looms larger than ever, a storm brewing on the horizon. But for now, under the fading blush of dawn, two souls, one fallen, one faltering, hold each other close, their defiance a whispered promise in the face of the impossible.

As the days pass, they steal fleeting moments together, each touch and stolen glance an act of rebellion against the heavens. In these stolen moments, they discover truths about themselves and each other that make their love burn even brighter. They learn that love can be both soft and fierce, a gentle caress one moment, an inferno of passion the next. And as their love grows deeper, so does the danger that lurks around them.

Whispers begin to spread through the divine airways like a dark fog descending upon their fragile haven. News of their trysts reaches the ears of the celestial council, a gathering of angelic beings who uphold the laws of the heavens. Their verdict is swift and unforgiving: Jimin and Jin's love is an abomination, a stain on the purity of their existence.

Perched on the brink of rebellion, the city quakes beneath a moonlit sky. Whispers of divine punishment swirl in the air, a constant reminder of the consequences for defying heaven's orders. Jimin feels his heart tremble as he gazes at his celestial flames, their once radiant white glow now tinged red with fear and doubts. He wants to retreat to the safe, sterile world of angels but cannot suppress the fiery longing that burns within him.

"Turn back, angel," booms a thunderous voice, sending a chill down Jimin's spine. "This path leads only to darkness."

At his side stands Jin, the fallen star, his obsidian eyes ablaze with defiance. His words are a whispered song of chaos tempting Jimin towards rebellion. "Choose, angel," he purrs, his seductive tone pulling him closer to danger. "Embrace the fire within or extinguish it under the rain of heaven."

Caught between duty and desire, Jimin stands at a crossroads with a heavy heart. Will he continue to follow his angelic purpose or surrender to the all-consuming love that threatens to devour him, wings and all? It feels like the city is holding its breath, an audience for the final act of this unlikely love story. Jimin must choose: remain shackled to heaven or fly free in Jin's embrace.

As the weight of his decision hangs in the air, Jimin feels the world around him blur into a hazy backdrop. His thoughts swirl in a tempest of conflicting desires, tearing his celestial essence apart. To choose Jin is to abandon everything he has ever known, forsaking his place among the heavens and casting aside his angelic duties. But to deny himself this love would be to wither away, a flame extinguished before it had a chance to dance and illuminate the darkness.

Jimin turns and gazes into Jin's eyes, and he sees a different kind of light - untamed and exhilarating. It beckons to him, calling him away from the predictable world of angels and towards a life filled with passion and uncertainty.

At that moment, Jimin knows what he must do. With trembling hands, he reaches out to Jin, feeling the electric current that courses between them. The celestial flames flicker their once vibrant glow, reigniting with newfound determination.

"I choose love," Jimin whispers with conviction, his voice carrying through the night sky. The heavens quake in response, thunder rolling across the city as if signifying a shifting balance of power.

As Jimin’s words echo, the air crackles with anticipation. The celestial council, shrouded in a halo of divine light, seems to hesitate, their judgment hanging heavy in the air. Jin, his face alight with a mixture of relief and defiance, grasps Jimin’s hand. Their fingers intertwine, a testament to the love that challenges the very fabric of the heavens.

The lead celestial, his voice laced with disappointment, speaks, “Your decision defies the sacred laws, angel. Are you truly prepared to face the consequences?”

Jimin, his voice unwavering, meets the celestial’s gaze. “I am,” he declares, his stance resolute. “For love, I am willing to forsake the heavens, to dance with the shadows, to face whatever judgment may come.”

A wave of murmurs sweeps through the council, some laced with disapproval, others with a glimmer of understanding. The lead celestial, his expression unreadable, ponders their response.

Suddenly, a blinding light erupts from the heavens, engulfing Jimin and Jin. It is a baptism of sorts, a celestial test of their resolve. As the light subsides, they stand there, transformed. Jimin’s angelic wings, once pristine white, now bear streaks of obsidian black.

“You have chosen,” the lead celestial booms, his voice echoing. “You have defied the heavens, and now, you shall bear the mark of your rebellion.”

Despite the mark, Jimin doesn’t feel shame but a surge of empowerment. They have chosen each other, defying the celestial order and embracing the unknown. Their path won’t be easy as the council’s judgment isn’t the end. They are now outcasts and will be hunted by celestial forces who see their love as a threat to the established order.

While their journey will be fraught with danger, heartbreak, and moments of doubt, their love will be their anchor.

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𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 ✯ 𝐓.𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

"𝙎𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 '𝙪𝙨' '𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙣𝙤"

PAIRING. Oikawa Tooru x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst

Oikawa finds solace and unexpected connection in a summer fling following a heart-wrenching breakup with his ex-girlfriend. But his summer fling wants more than just a temporary relationship

WC. 1.2k

A/N. My least favourite one shot ngl

REMAKE

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

𝓣he sun shone brightly, casting its golden rays upon the sandy beaches of the sleepy coastal town. As the waves crashed against the shore, the air was filled with the salty scent of the ocean. This was the summer everything changed for 2 young teens.The oppressive heat of the summer hung in the air, mirroring the weight on Oikawa's heart. Freshly wounded from a recent breakup, he found himself aimlessly driving through the coastal beaches, desperate to escape the suffocating memories. The flickering gas station sign offered a glimmer of respite, and he decided to pull over, hoping that a brief pit stop would bring a momentary distraction.

As he stepped out of his car, he noticed a girl leaning against a vintage motorcycle, a carefree smile gracing her lips, her eyes covered with red heart shaped sunglasses.. She exuded an air of confidence and style, effortlessly combining edginess with a touch of playfulness. Her glasses are a vibrant shade of crimson, perfectly accentuating her fair complexion. The frames are sleek and glossy, showcasing a contemporary design that draws immediate attention. The lenses, tinted in a subtle gradient, create an aura of mystery, hinting at the untold adventures she has embarked on with her motorcycle.

Their eyes met for a fleeting second, a spark of curiosity kindling within them both.

Oikawa approached the gas pump, pretending to focus on refueling, but his mind was drawn to the girl by the motorcycle. A surge of courage propelled him to strike up a conversation. "Nice bike," he said, attempting to sound casual.

Y/N smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Thanks. It's my trusty companion on the road. What brings you here, stranger?"

He shrugged, a melancholic smile tugging at his lips. "Just trying to escape reality for a bit, I guess. The road seems like a good place to lose yourself."

She nodded, understanding glimmering in her eyes. "I get it. Sometimes, you just need to wander and let life surprise you. Want to join me for a bit? An adventure might do you some good."

Oikawa hesitated, his mind grappling with conflicting emotions. He saw in Y/N the possibility of a summer fling, a temporary distraction to mend his broken heart. He convinced himself that it was what he needed, a way to forget about his ex.

"My name's Oikawa Tooru, what's your name, pretty lady?" He said confidently. Y/N laughed at his attempt.

"It's Y/N by the way." She said turning around to start the engine on her motorcycle.

As they rode into the sunset, the wind tousling their hair, they laughed and shared stories. Days melted into nights, and the chemistry between them grew undeniable. They explored hidden corners of the countryside, chasing the thrill of spontaneous adventures. But amidst their laughter, Y/N's eyes held a glimmer of something deeper, a flicker of hope that Oikawa couldn't quite grasp.

One evening, as they sat under a starlit sky, their laughter filled the air. Y/N's eyes glimmered with affection as she turned to Oikawa. "You know, Oikawa, there's something about this summer that feels different. It's as if the universe conspired to bring us together."

He leaned in closer, his heart stirring with a mix of intrigue and caution. "What do you mean, Y/N? Are you saying this isn't just a summer fling for you?"

Y/N averted her gaze, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice. "You're right, I'm sorry, I know this was just a summer fling and that you're trying to get over your ex but-." Y/N's walls began to crumble as she started to fumble with her words. Her 'cool girl' persona was falling apart by the second.

Oikawa's heart swayed with conflicting emotions. He reached out, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze. "Y/N, I didn't expect to find someone like you on this journey. And maybe I'm not ready for something serious just yet, but that doesn't mean what we have isn't special. Let's enjoy this summer, this connection we share, for as long as it lasts."

A smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips, her eyes shining with a mix of tenderness and uncertainty. "Alright, Oikawa. Let's make the most of this summer. No expectations, just living in the moment."

Days turned into weeks, and their bond deepened with every passing adventure. They danced beneath moonlit skies, shared secrets under starry nights, and reveled in the simplicity of stolen kisses and laughter. Yet, beneath Y/N's carefree demeanor, a part of her dared to hope for something more, for a love that could endure beyond the sun-soaked days

But as summer began to fade, the specter of Oikawa's ex loomed in the corners of his thoughts. Doubts gnawed at his heart, and the longing for what he had lost intensified. It cast a shadow over the summer they had shared, and he wondered if his heart truly belonged to his past. His thoughts drifted back to his past, to a love he couldn't let go.

In the quiet of that final summer night, Oikawa found himself overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. "Y/N, I've had an incredible time with you. You've brought me so much joy, but I... I need to go back to my ex. I can't shake the memories, the feelings I still have for her."

A bittersweet ache tugged at Y/N's chest as she listened to his words. She had known deep down that their fling had an expiration date, but a part of her had hoped that what they shared was enough to keep him by her side. Y/N's face remained composed, but a profound sadness flickered in her eyes. "I understand, Oikawa. I knew deep down that this would end. I wanted to believe that what we had was special, that it meant something more. But I can't deny that it hurts. I knew from the beginning that this was temporary. I wanted to believe it was enough, that what we had was special. But I can't deny that my heart hoped for more."

Regret washed over Oikawa as he reached out to touch her hand, his voice laced with remorse. "You deserve someone who can give you their whole heart, Y/N. I wish I could be that person, but right now, I can't."

She nodded, a hint of vulnerability slipping through her facade. "I understand, Oikawa. We had our moments, our bittersweet memories. Just promise me you'll find happiness, even if it's not with me."

They sat in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. The summer nights grew shorter, the magic fading with each passing day. And when the time came to say goodbye, Oikawa felt a twinge of longing for what might have been.

As he drove away, the memories of that summer fling lingered like whispers in the wind. The bittersweet taste of their time together would forever remain etched in both their hearts, a reminder of the road not taken. And though he returned to his ex, a part of him would forever wonder what could have blossomed if he had chosen a different path, if he had embraced the warmth of Y/N's affection and let go of the past. And as Y/N continued her nomadic journey, she carried the summer they shared, forever etched in her heart, a testament to the fleeting beauty of love and the significance of a bittersweet goodbye.

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