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sstormyskyess · 5 months

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Pub Nights

author's note: i imagine the boys are very unique when they're drunk and we all know they're not immune to getting just a bit more tipsy than they maybe should be, so here's what i cooked up!

cw: fluff, alcohol/drinking, intoxication, slight possessive behavior, a little sleazy behavior [not from any of the boys], cuddling, suggestive comments/acts

word count: 1700+

TF-141 x GN!Reader

Simon “Ghost” Riley [protective]

♡ You know how a lot people get less aware of their surroundings when they’re drunk? Not Ghost. He gets almost paranoid when he’s had a little too much to drink.

♡ Usually, this manifests in him always needing to have you in his line of sight, or better yet right next to him at all times. It’s hard to reason with him in this state; it’s possible, but it’s rare you’ll get him to just relax a bit before you end up needing to take him home.

Simon’s hand tightens on your waist, pulling you just a little closer. Someone across the bar had been eyeing you up for the past few minutes, something that you hadn’t noticed but he has. You look at him, confused. “What’s wrong, hun?” You tilt your head. He just grumbles and averts his gaze back down to the nearly empty glass of bourbon in his hand. You frown and wrap your hand gently around his wrist. “Simon?” You prompt again.

He sighs and turns to you, meeting your concerned eyes. “It’s nothing, love.” You start to believe him before his eyes snap up again looking past you to the person of interest again. He had started to move, approaching the two of you. A bold move, considering the fact that you had a 6’4” behemoth of a man playing guard dog by your side.

“Hey, sweetheart. You going home alone tonight?” The other man asks. Your eyes narrow and you scoot just a bit closer to Simon. “No, I’m with him actually.” The breath is pushed out of you when Simon’s arm wraps around your midsection and squeezes you tightly to his side. If this other guy was close enough, he’d be able to hear him growling next to you. “Piss off, ya fuckin’ wanker.” He hisses at the guy. At the sound of Simon’s voice, he immediately backed off, hands up and muttering a quick ‘sorry,’ before walking away.

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding and Simon’s arm loosens just a little. “Thank you, Si.” You kiss him on his clothed cheek, attempting to stop him glaring daggers at the retreating man. “He’s not coming back, baby. It’s okay.” You smile when he lets out a quick huff and fully relaxes his hold on you. “Let’s go home, yeah?” He murmurs, satisfied when you nod and start gathering your things.

John “Soap” Mactavish [sensual]

♡ Soap is going to be all over you, whether you’re drinking at home or not. Wandering eyes, grabby hands, an abundance of kisses—he wants to show you just how much he loves you in all the best ways.

♡ With a stocky Scotsman attached at the hip, it’s common that you’ll end up being assaulted by kisses and trapped in his arms for the rest of the night until he finally falls asleep for the night [a lot of the time, he’s falling asleep on the couch and you have to either drag him or urge him to his feet to get him in bed.]

It was a miracle that you and Johnny managed to get home tonight. You ended up having to get Price to drive the both of you home; you’d have to apologize for making out in the back of his car like a couple of horny teenagers, but that could wait until the morning. For now, you were just worried about not stumbling too much on the short walk down the hall that you had to make to get to your apartment door.

Somehow, you made it all the way inside and to your nice comfy bed. Yes, the bedsprings were a little worn out and yes, the mattress was getting a little lumpy, but that was irrelevant right now. It was hard to focus on anything else other than your boyfriend halfway laying on top of you with his lips connected to the skin on your neck and shoulders, painting you with lovebites and hickeys that you weren’t sure you’d be able to hide in the morning.

“I’m gonna have you up ‘til morning, bonnie, I swear—” He cuts himself off by biting down on you again, his hands slipping under your clothes to take big handfuls of all the plumpest parts of your body. “Can’t wait to hear you moanin’ tonight, y’sound so good…” He smiles against your skin when you whimper quietly at his words. It morphs into a giggle and you playfully try to pull away from him. “I don’t wanna get a noise complaint, Johnny!”

He just takes the opportunity to start stripping you, your shirt coming first so he could bury his face in your chest and start kissing you up and down there too. “Don’t care who hears us, they’ll have to bring it up with me anyway.” His words are muffled by your chest, the vibrations of his voice tickling you and making you giggle again.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick [mushy]

♡ Gaz gets very loose-lipped when he’s drunk. He’ll go on and on about how wonderful you are, and how much you’ve changed his life for the better, and that you’ve made him the happiest man alive.

♡ He gets very embarrassed about it the first few times you see him like that, but eventually you’re able to convince him that it’s just adorable and he’s got no reason to worry. In fact, it was the way he ended up confessing to you, so as much as it can get overbearing, this little quirk would always have a soft spot in your heart.

“Wait. What did you just say?” You turn to Kyle with an incredulous look on your face. There’s no way in hell you heard that right. Did you? Kyle just smiles at you and bumps shoulders with you. “I said that you made my life better more than anyone else has,” he rests his head on yours, “oh! And, that I love you. So, so much.”

Well, that was unexpected. You go silent for a few moments as Kyle sways a bit. He’s definitely had a little too much to drink. You support him with an arm around his shoulders and help get him to his feet, struggling under his weight at your side. “Let’s get you home, okay? You need rest.” He nods in response and lets you take him out to his car. Once you get him buckled into the passenger’s seat, you start the trip back to his flat, all the while he’s trying to hold your hand. Eventually you give in, a small smile on your face.

Once you’re back at his place, you’re faced with the task of getting him to his room to get him ready for bed, at least the best you could. “Thank you for taking me home, love.” He’s practically dead weight on you as you lug him to his room and sit him on his head. He immediately lays back, letting you pat his forehead. “Of course, Kyle. No need to thank me.” You smile. “Can you manage getting undressed by yourself?” He nods and you leave to get him some hangover remedies prepared.

You ended up asleep on Kyle’s couch with him—after he followed you there from his bedroom— with his arm around your midsection and him mumbling confessions of his affections all the way up until you fell asleep. You never realized how he felt about you; apparently, he hid it very well. The funny thing is, you felt exactly the same about him. You did have to wonder though: would he really still feel the same tomorrow? Hopefully he would, or your current position would be very odd.

John Price [sleepy]

♡ When Price breaches the barrier between tipsy and drunk, he quite honestly is ready to go home and hold you tight before getting a good night’s rest.

♡ The moment you get home you’re being dragged to bed, whether you like it or not, even if you want to go along with your usual nighttime routine. Hell, you’d be lucky to even get fully undressed before he’s pulling you under the covers.

You put one of your hands over John’s where they were resting on your stomach, kneading the plush there. He had been hovering behind you the entire time you were getting ready for bed. He was making it increasingly difficult to get anything done, especially getting undressed and into your sleepwear. With his arms practically locked around you, wiggling out of your clubbing outfit was near impossible.

“John, let go for a second—” You squeak when you get hoisted off the ground; the very second you finish drying your face after washing it, he was carrying you to bed and plopping you both down, his face buried in your shoulder. “You’re ready for bed already, darling.” He grumbles deep in his chest. You practically hear the pout on his face as he speaks. “I’m not even undressed yet—” You sigh deeply. “Fine, fine, I’m staying. Can I at least get some water first, though?” No response.

“John, we should really get some water…” You mumble into John’s chest, your voice muffled by his shirt. He just pulls you closer, his hand playing at the nape of your neck and the small of your back. You huff, trying to push yourself away from him. You look up at him with a frown on your face “John, c’mon, let go…” You whine. But before you could even try to escape his hold again, he was dead asleep.

You groan quietly and try to slip your clothes off despite his ironclad grip only managing to make it out of your shoes and the clothes covering your lower half. You had to wait for another ten minutes before his grip finally loosened enough for you to get up and get fully undressed and into your night clothes, as well as getting a glass of water to chug down.

Once you make it back to the bedroom, you realize you must have woken him up because he’s sitting against the headboard, waiting for you. When you walk in, he’s already trying to get up to grab you again, so you hurry to get in bed so as to not make him leave the bed. You’re almost immediately being crushed again and he’s falling asleep again, an adoring smile coming to your face as you rub his back up and down to soothe him back to sleep.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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katelynnwrites · 2 months

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Flowers, Cuddles And A Hair Bow | Sydney Lohmann x Child!Reader

warnings: none :)

word count: 1083

summary: little eyes watch, little minds learn, you try to do some of the things Momma does for Tante Syd, part of Sydney's Little Liebe

a/n: requested, i hope you like it

‘Tante! Tante Syd!’ You demand, tiptoeing as much as you can to look over the counter top.

You hop up and down, snatching quick peeks of your Tante in between them.

She laughs from the other side of the breakfast bar, looking at your little head bopping up and down.

You huff impatiently as she continues giggling.

‘Tante!’

There’s another snort and then she comes around, her strong arms lifting you up and onto a seat.

‘Hi.’ She grins and you all but shove the flowers you are holding into her face.

‘For you.’ You cheer.

Your Tante chuckles, taking them from you carefully.

The petals and stems are slightly crushed from how hard you had been holding it, the roots and accompanying soil still attached.

‘Wow. They’re really beautiful, meine Little Liebe. Thank you.’

You practically glow at her praise.

It had taken you a long time to decide which flowers you wanted from the garden and you ended up choosing some pink ones because the kind of pink they are, are the same kind of pink your Tante’s cheeks sometimes turn when your Momma kisses her.

‘I give you flowers like Momma.’ You proudly explain.

Your Tante Syd kisses your forehead.

‘I love you, you’re too cute for words.’

Even though you are now four fingers old and know a lot of things you didn’t before, you still don’t know what being too cute for words is.

But Tante Syd puts your flowers into a mason jar, right next to the one of your Momma’s flowers. She keeps them there until they wilt, then dries them and puts them back into the jar.

So you think that just like your Momma, you must have done something right.

******

Momma gives Tante a lot of cuddles.

Just like you, Tante Syd likes the big bed and sleeps there often.

Every now and then, on mornings that you wake up early, you find your Momma holding her and running her fingers through Tante’s hair.

Momma always pats the spot next to them both and lets you lie there as you wait for your Tante to wake up.

You have to be quiet and still so you don’t disturb Tante. Sometimes you are so good at it that you fall back asleep.

On those days, everyone gets out of bed late.

Today though, your Momma has to go to work early.

She tells you before you sleep and your Tante promises that she’ll be there when you wake up.

And she is.

You wake up very early so she’s still asleep.

Instinctively, you climb up into the big bed and settle yourself beside her.

‘Hey Little Liebe.’ She mumbles sleepily, pulling the covers over you.

The warmth makes you yawn and you let her wrap an arm around you.

It’s super comfy and you yawn your biggest ever yawn.

You want to sleep but you remember Momma is not here to run her fingers through Tante Syd’s hair so you do it.

Your Tante sighs softly, ‘Both you and your Momma are way too good at that.’

Hugging Tante Syd, you push your face into her hair and yawn.

She giggles, ‘Sleep sleepyhead. You need your rest to help me make pancakes later.’

You want to protest that you’re not tired and very excited to be your Tante’s assistant chef but another huge yawn bubbles its way up and you give into it.

You hug Tante Syd extra tight and she pulls you snugly into her side.

It’s how your Momma finds the both of you later, still cuddled up and fast asleep together.

******

‘Tante you have to stay very still okay?’ You warn.

Your Tante Syd can’t help giggling simply because you sound so much like your Momma. Her girlfriend tells you exactly the same thing, in exactly the same way, when she’s tying your hair.

Sticking your tongue out in concentration, you focus very hard on brushing Tante’s blonde hair out and putting it up into a ponytail. She’s sitting on the floor of the locker room, where all your Tantes get ready for work and you are sitting in her cubby, just above her.

It’s the only way you can reach Tante Syd’s hair because she’s so tall. Taller than your Momma even. You make sure to eat all your veggies no matter how icky they are so that one day, you can be tall like her.

Momma always does Tante Syd’s hair on game days and you decide that today, you want to be like your Momma and help her tie her hair for practice.

Making the hair tie go around your favourite Tante’s hair is difficult but you manage.

With a bright smile, you clap your hands and announce that you’re done.

‘Danke meine Little Liebe.’

Your Tante pulls you into her arms to hug you tightly and your smile gets bigger.

‘Did I do a good job?’

Tante Syd lets you go, running a hand over her ponytail and nodding.

‘The best job.’ She promises. There’s more than a few strands out of place but she is honestly impressed with how well you’ve done.

You do a little dance to celebrate and she laughs.

‘Do you want to know a secret?

Tante Klara once told you that you must be quiet when hearing a secret so you freeze and stop your happy dance before nodding rapidly.

Your Tante Syd bends down, leaning in close to your ear to whisper, ‘I think you’re way better at tying my hair than your Momma.

‘Really?’ You ask in awe.

‘Really.’ Tante tells you seriously and you’re so pleased with her words that you quickly rummage through your pink backpack and pull out one of your spare bows.

You have a bunch of them in different colours and your Momma’s been putting them in your hair ever since you were little.

There’s a special red and white pair that you wear only on gamedays because they are the same colour as your Momma and Tantes’ jerseys.

You don’t have them with you now but you do have a blue one which you hold out to Tante Syd.

There is a soft smile on her face as she understands what you want and kneels down so you can reach her ponytail.

You pin the bow there and your favourite Tante lifts you up onto her hip.

‘Let’s go find your Momma now okay? I want to show her how pretty you’ve done my hair.’

German Translations:

tante - aunty

danke - thank you

meine Little Liebe - my Little Love

#sydney lohmann #sydney lohmann x reader #sydney lohmann imagine #woso x reader #woso #woso imagine #fcb frauen #gerwnt #dfb frauen #katelynnwrites #gerwnt x reader #gerwnt imagine #dfb frauen x reader #dfb frauen imagine

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20w14a · 11 months

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Finally made a line up for these guys (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

I’ll probably do more or something later but I’m still deciding on the other designs. Anyway, from left to right we have NPC Grian, Evil Xisuma, Helsknight, Worm Man, and Renbob!

[Headcanons and design notes under the cut]

NPC Grian

5′6 ft

demon? robot?? nobody knows

oldest of Grian’s robots children

although it loves messing with his creator and friends, it doesn’t mean to scare them when he suddenly appears

possessed doll vibes

patch on sweater made by Evil X

design wise I didn’t do much but I wanted to give a bit more distinction from mine by adding overalls and a sort of doll like vibe by taking inspiration from old toys like Raggedy Andy and a certain doll line I despised as a child lol

Evil Xisuma

5′8 ft with boots (without them they’re the same height as NPC Grian)

resting bitch face

lichtenberg scars sometimes appear on arms and body

long hair messy from wearing helmet

hair clips from Worm Man (idea taken from @waterfall-ambience)

unironically good friends with a lot of these guys but tends to act aloof about it for appearance sake

qpr with Worm Man

most of their design takes inspiration from the classic doom skin with a little inspiration from some fashion style and a certain clone with electric powers based on a blue fast hedgehog haha

Helsknight

5′10 ft

semi-retired champion fighter

flame is a part of him (essentially like certain demonic creatures, was debating going for a dullahan vibe because they are undead fae)

cut on mouth is from fighting

def a nerd in my head but tries not to show it (probably taught both Evil X and Worm Man tcg or something at one point)

his relationship with Evil X is funny to me, I think they’d share music tastes

his design mostly takes inspiration from knights from video games I know (ex: Julius from ender lilies, please check out that game)

Worm Man

5′10 ft (couple inches taller than both Helsknight and Zedaph)

has no superpowers; runs on perseverance and cartoon logic

sensitivity towards clothing textures, usually wears t-shirts and comfy clothes outside of hero suit (also wears glasses, check my other posts to see what I mean)

the stuff in his belt bags are mostly essential stuff like first aid equipment and leftover treats Evil Xisuma baked

qpr with Evil X

I kept Worm Man’s design the same; honestly my inspiration for his is actually from me using pink fabric as a kid for costume day funnily enough (though I will say I like to think his design is like a closet cosplay in a way with how he made it)

forgot this originally but the eye thing is more so a style choice and not part of the mask, I wanted it to have like a spiderman sort of vibe there with his expressions

Renbob

5′11 ft

originally would stop by to visit his cousin, Ren but slowly started staying more to help around the server until he later joined The Goatman with his work

werewolf cocker spaniel

freakishly strong and smart

more bite than bark than Ren if threatened, takes a lot to get him really pissed off though because of how chill he is

taken a bit of inspiration from hippie fashion for his design

#player.art #hermitcraft #hermitclones #npc grian #evil xisuma #helsknight #worm man #renbob #/seed

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kikufuku01 · 2 years

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 1 Lonely Boy ♡ ♡ ♡ Part 2 Uncertainty. Series master list.

Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated!

Note: I’m also just figuring this platform out, so please bear with me :’) Also! Your contact name for Sukuna is just Sukuna ^.^ and his for you is Halfie. Just to clarify, Sukuna doesn’t have his face or leg tattoos, but he does have the rest of his original tattoos on his torso, back, nape, shoulder and arms.

Ryomen Sukuna. You heard his full name be called out once by someone with white hair as they passed you by. They seemed acquainted since the man stuck around for what you assume to be nearly an hour to talk. Anyway, he was a mysterious man, someone you took interest in. You see him hanging around and he’s almost always smoking, just people watching. That might’ve been something you both had in common. He’s a very beautiful man and you wonder if he has potential to be someone better. He seems about your age, nineteen. He looks like he doesn’t do anything in general, given the amount of times you’ve seen him as you’ve walked around. Aside from his face, he’s all tatted up with shocking, bright pink hair. You only know he’s tatted up because you once saw him walking around with just a black tank top on. His nape and shoulders are inked. He’s bad news. You know that he is. Unfortunately, being attracted to the unknown is part of human nature. Honestly, you don’t even know what compelled you to come up to him. You don’t miss the way he eyes you from head to toe, but you squat beside him anyway.

Sukuna has seen you probably just as much as you’ve seen him. He liked your fashion. Some days, you dressed girly, some days you dressed like a tomboy and some days you were comfy. He liked your duality. You were interesting to him, but no matter how many times your eyes met, neither of you were willing to go up to each other. That was, until today. You wore an adidas crop top and some baggy jeans. It was simple, but he liked it. He inhaled the cancer stick as you made your way up to him, silently squatting down beside him. Sukuna wondered what a woman like you would want to do with him. Just from previous multiple observations, you both seemed to be polar opposites of each other. What would a goody two shoes want to do with a lowlife like him?

“What’s your name, stranger?” You asked in a quieter tone, loud enough for only him to hear. His name was already something you knew, but it was the only way to start a conversation. Your palms felt like they were starting to sweat since the nerves began to surface. You’ve never heard his voice before, since you watched him from a distance so when he chuckled, it sent chills down your spine. He gently flicked his cigarette, letting the ashes fall onto the ground beneath him.

“Sukuna. Ryomen Sukuna.” His voice was deeper than you thought. Maybe it was because he was a smoker or maybe it was just natural. You weren’t sure. He was bad news, even his name was bad news. You’re attracted to him, despite all the alarms going off. Perhaps he was a fallen angel. Either way, you turned towards him and smiled softly, “I’m y/n. Ichihara y/n.” You hold out a hand for him to shake and he instead just stares at you like you’re the most disgusting thing on Earth. His brows furrow deeply, and he lets out a small grumble before eventually shaking your hand.

His hand is big, way bigger than yours, and they’re rough and calloused, but they feel warm, and it makes you feel warmer inside. Sukuna quickly releases your hand and takes another puff from his cigarette, “Your name isn’t Japanese.” You titter to yourself softly and nod along with an amused smile, “I’m half ____.”

Sukuna nods as well, squinting his eyes as he watches the people pass by. You look at his mouth. His lips are a deep pink shade despite his unhealthy smoking habit, and you’re mesmerized by the way he lets the smoke out. It’s thick and white, slowly dissipating into thin air. Sukuna lazily turns to look at you, “Ah, you’re a ____-Japanese halfie.”

You scoff in return at his remark, “Is that bad?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “Not really.” He analyzes you once more. It’s then that you realize his eyes have a slight red hue to them. Yeah, he’s the fallen angel. Sukuna licks his dry lips and continues, “I just wouldn’t involve myself with you any further than this.” His sentence makes you want to roll your eyes, so you do. It makes him laugh and you give him a halfhearted glare, “Isn’t that discrimination?”

Sukuna pushed the rest of his cigarette down into the ground and stood up first, “Call it what you want. Peace out.” Your eyes follow him as he leaves and you roll your eyes once again, “Bye then.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Your first real encounter with him wasn’t all that pleasant. You wouldn’t say you were butthurt about it, but it definitely left a bitter feeling in your heart. Oh well, he was a stranger anyway. You walked past him for the next few weeks, the both of you completely ignoring each other’s existence just like before. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Sukuna was homeless, but he was well dressed, fresh and clean. He looked muscular as well, so he seemed to be fine on his own. It was just funny that you saw him every day and if it wasn’t every day, it was every other day. It’s not like you were looking for him or anything, but on the days, he was missing, it made you feel weird. Possibly because walking past him was part of your daily routine.

Today was particularly hot so you decided to wear a basic tee and some shorts. You waved bye to your parents and once again walked onto the very familiar streets. You saw him again. He was squatting down near a vendor, but he wasn’t smoking this time. He was eating takoyaki and you hate to admit it, but he looked cute. Almost innocent, if he didn’t have all those tats. Sukuna lifted his head right as you walked by, and you pretended like you didn’t notice.

You met up with a few of your high school friends and spent the day eating and taking pictures in photo booths but as the day went on, they slowly left one by one, leaving you with one of your closest friends. Your friend, Kaede, watches you as you stare off into space. She contemplates between asking you what’s wrong or just leaving you be. She chooses the first option, clearing her throat a little to catch your attention, “y/n, is there something wrong?”

You turn a slight shade of pink but shake your head, “I was just daydreaming.” Kaede doesn’t buy your answer though and instead leans into you, “Ouuu~ who's on your mind?” Should you tell her? You hate to admit it but after talking to Sukuna that once, you crave for more interaction. You want to get lost in the feeling of thrill. You want to give in to all your sudden desires. When you think about it, you’ve both been watching each other for a very long time while still maintaining distance. It seems like no matter how distant you’re both trying to be, the world keeps pulling you closer. Maybe he isn’t meant to be a stranger, or maybe your intuition sucks. After having a mental war with yourself, your lips curve, “I met someone very intriguing, but he isn’t interested.”

Kaede lets out an exaggerated gasp, “Who is he?! Let me meet him!” You giggle at her with a look of confusion, “How can I introduce you if he won’t even hang out with me?” You both ended up talking about the mysterious Sukuna and before you knew it, the sun was already setting. You bid each other farewell and then went your own ways. You walked back with ease, humming happily to yourself when you suddenly saw a tuft of pink hair from your peripheral vision. How long has he been there? Does he really have nowhere to go?

“Oh, it’s you again.” Sukuna rose from the same spot he was in before and quickly caught up to you. You spared him a glance with a soft smile on your lips, “Can’t stay away from me huh?” You ended the question in a teasing tone, but he kept quiet. You raised your brows as you both walked together, “Thought you didn’t want to associate yourself with a halfie like me?”

Sukuna groaned without a care at you, “Words are words. Don’t tell me you’re the type that holds grudges.” You giggled at him, “I’m not, but you’re the one who made the claim, so keep your words.” Although you say this, your heart is doing somersaults. You’re not sure if you like him, but you definitely know you’re attracted to him. Maybe it’s because he’s something completely different that it makes you excited. Yeah, there’s no way you’d like a stranger. Being friends with him is what you crave. His own lips curved at your tone, “And if I don’t want to?”

You hum softly and speak again, “I don’t like people who go against themselves.”

Sukuna’s face scrunches in distaste at your answer, “People change their minds all the time, halfie.”

He continued to walk with you, so you turned to look at him again, “I’ll just leave first.” Your feet began to move faster to avoid him, but a shit eating grin was already stretching onto your lips. The reason was because you could hear him walking faster to catch up and just as you were about to turn the corner he grabbed your wrist, spinning you around. Sukuna let out a small chuckle, “Don’t go runnin’ off yet. I’m bored right now and you’re interesting.”

His comment made your smile drop. It wasn’t what you wanted to hear, if you had to be honest. You noted how hard he was holding your wrist, like he really didn’t want you to leave. “I’m not a toy for you to play with” your disappointment is clearly visible but Sukuna smirks shamelessly and it makes your heart flutter, despite all the red flags he’s giving.

“You can be.”

“No thanks.”

He clicks his tongue a little and sways side to side, not realizing how cute it makes him look, “Come on,” he whines, “we can be each other’s toy. You know, use each other for fun.”

Your frown drags further, “I’m not interested.” You shift awkwardly and finally pull your arm away from Sukuna while looking down at your feet, “Besides, I wouldn’t be much fun. I’m a virgin.” Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed about, but you feel smaller just knowing that you are. You don’t even know why you bothered to tell him; he is still a stranger.

Sukuna sighs out loud, “Same here.” Your head practically shoots up and your big eyes stare right back into his, “Uh–” He cuts you off before you can speak, “I wasn’t talking in a dirty manner.”

Your mouth opens and then closes, then opens again as you let the shock settle in, “Oh.” Sukuna closes his eyes and smiles softly while shaking his head at you. They open again and he rubs the top of your head, “Yeah, oh.”

You’re not even sure if this stranger is spouting the truth. He looks like a delinquent, and he smokes a lot. There’s no way this man is a virgin, but that’s not something you should even be worried about. Is it weird that you suddenly feel closer to him though? Your parents taught you very well to be aware of strangers and dangerous looking people like Sukuna, but you can’t help gravitating towards him. You tap your shoes against the cement, “So what did you want to do?” You’re both walking in sync again with no true destination in mind. Sukuna shrugs, “I dunno? We can walk around and just sit in each other’s presence? Like the first time we met… It was comfortable. I liked it.”

Was he even aware of how cute he could be? You weren’t sure if he was acting like this intentionally but for some reason, you didn’t care. Perhaps you were dumb and naive, your parents would hate you for hanging around a man like Sukuna, but all of your morals were thrown out. With a satisfied smile, you nodded, “I don’t mind then.”

Sukuna’s smile dropped a bit as he thought for a short while. He looked unsure as he eyed you once more before squinting his eyes, “How old are you?” His age was something you were curious about too, so you answer easily, “Nineteen.”

His mouth opens and then he smiles back down at you again, “Just as I thought. I’m two years older than you.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Three months had passed, and you both grew closer. Your life slowly started rotating around Sukuna. You’d hang out with him almost every day from morning until it was getting a bit too late, completely blowing off your friends and family. You’d just hang around him as he smoked, whether it be in the streets, a skate park, a plaza, anywhere was fine with you. You’d get an exciting thrill with Sukuna anywhere you went. Despite being attracted to him, you realized that it’s just because of his looks. His personality is kind of shit. Always a grump.

The days consisted of casual conversation, snacking and then back to him smoking while you sat beside him. There were often times when he’d not smoke at all, since he was concerned about your health. Secondhand smoke was a thing he was aware of, so he’d choose to hang out with you despite the urge of wanting to smoke. You would buy snacks together and explore the city on foot, by bus or by train. Oftentimes you’d both walk along the train tracks and take photos of each other for aesthetics. Sukuna wasn’t keen on taking photos together, but he’d put up with it for you since you were friends. You both learned things about each other and sometimes he’d even walk you all the way home, using the excuse of “there could be dangerous people lurking around you” just so that he could be with you for a bit longer. You learned that his family were almost never home since they were always away on business trips. He’s an only child, his favorite color is blood red, he got his tattoos when he was still in high school, and he has very bad smoking and drinking habits. He always has his stupid hair styled with gel, so you’ve never seen it down before, but you did discover that he had tattoos on his back, chest and stomach. The man was extreme; the tattoos didn’t even look like they had any significant meaning either. Just like you, he still lives with his parents. You also learned that he works in a bar, but that’s something you’d rather not get involved with. Oh, and his hair is actually dyed pink, his friend with the white hair is the one who does it.

You watched as Sukuna rolled by skillfully on the skateboard. He sent you a few glances from time to time and you’d smile at him every time. It was beginning to get late though so you began to gather your trash, throwing it away while he walked towards you, “Where you goin’?”

“Home.” You shot him a playful look, but he frowned, “Do you have to?” You could hear the disappointment in his voice, and it almost made you feel bad. However, your parents were starting to wonder where you were going that you’d come back so late, so you nodded, “Kind of. I live there.” You looked back at him again with one eyebrow raised, “Shouldn’t you go home too? It’s getting late.”

Sukuna grumbled a bit more to himself, “Yeah, but I wanna chill here a bit longer.” You hum as he continues to follow you like a lost puppy, “Why is that?” The way he acts is so adorable. He’s a bit of a clingy friend. Maybe he’s just a very lonely person. Sukuna rolled his eyes at you, “No one’s home. It’s kind of lonely. You know that.”

You fully turn around to face him, halting all movements, “Well I’m sorry to leave your side but I’ve gotta go home. See you next time, okay?” You’re smiling so sweetly at him that all he can do is heave a sigh. He really doesn’t want to stop hanging out with you yet, but he understands. Sukuna nods reluctantly, “Do what you gotta do. See ya, halfie.” You begin to walk backwards and point a finger at him, “Don’t call me that, demon.” Sukuna chuckles your way and gives you a short wave while his other hand holds onto his skateboard, “Whatever. Get going already.” You wave once more, “Until next time!”

♡ ♡ ♡

Dinner with your parents was the same as usual. Today your dad looked a bit more concerned. He tapped the table gently to gain your attention, “Sweetheart, you almost missed dinner again today. Where have you been going?” You finish chewing your food and look into your dad’s eyes, “I’m just exploring the city. Is that bad?”

He shakes his head slowly at you, “No, but I’m concerned for you. Maybe try to come home a little earlier.” Your mom joins in as well, “Yes, please do. You’re coming home later and later every time you leave the house. You could get kidnapped.” Although you want to disagree, because you have a secret bodyguard, you nod. The rest of dinner is filled with different conversations regarding their work, and you sit silently to listen.

While your parents put on a movie to watch, you decide to retire to your room first. You and Sukuna walked around and played more than usual today so you were feeling sleepy. You’re already tucked and comfy, just about to fall asleep when your phone suddenly sends you a notification. You want to ignore it, but it notifies you again. With tired eyes, you pick up your phone and read the screen.

Sukuna ^.^: Hey

Sukuna ^.^: Are you asleep?

Halfie: Not yet. Why aren’t you asleep?

Sukuna ^.^: I’m not tired.

Halfie: Well I’m about to go to bed, so I’ll text you in the morning.

Sukuna ^.^: Talk to me. I’m very bored.

Halfie: Don’t you have someone else to talk to at home?

Sukuna ^.^: I told you, no one is home much. Come hang out with me :)

Halfie: I won’t sneak out. My parents are home and they’ll know.

Sukuna ^.^: Then I’ll come to you.

Halfie: Don’t do that.

Sukuna ^.^: (Typing…)

Sukuna ^.^: Sorry, I’m already on my way.

Halfie: Sukuna, you’re really too much to handle. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.

Sukuna ^.^: Meanie.

You didn’t get any more notifications and you fell asleep shortly. Well, you were awakened by your phone sending you a notification. You must’ve only been asleep for twenty minutes.

Sukuna ^.^: I’m here.

Despite the scowl you sent at your own phone screen, a smile stretched onto your lips as your fingers began to send a text back.

Halfie: Stop lying.

Sukuna ^.^: Look outside, halfie.

Halfie: Oh god.

You quickly rolled out of bed and pushed your hair back. With hasty steps, you went towards your bedroom widow and peaked through the glass. Lo and behold, Sukuna was hopping over your house’s privacy gate. You noticed that his hair wasn’t styled up like usual. It was fluffy and down, making him look like a totally different person. If you were seeing him like this in a different setting, then maybe you’d let your heart pound a bit faster. However, panic began to settle into your bones when you realized your parents were still awake in the living room and could hear him at any second.

Sukuna looked around for a bit before he found you at your window. He walked over to your window quickly and you opened it to scold him, “Go home!” You whispered hurriedly. Lucky for Sukuna, your room was on the first floor. He motioned for you to move, “Let me in, hurry! I’ve been walking for a while so it’s cold.” You shook your head adamantly, “What are you doing here?”

He looked you dead in the eyes with a straight face, “I told you I was coming to you.” He tried to crawl through again, but you blocked him off, “I can’t let you in. My parents are home, Sukuna. They’re still awake.” He chuckled loudly and flicked your forehead in the process, “I can see that. They’re in the living room.”

You rubbed at the pain now throbbing on your forehead while glaring at him, “Exactly, so go back home. We can hang out tomorrow.” Sukuna took the time to look into your dark room and then back at you, “Just move so I can come in.” You rolled your eyes for the nth time, “You’re not coming into my room.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s disrespectful to my parents.”

“Then come outside. I doubt they’ll come check up on you if they think you’re already asleep, y/n.”

As tempting as it sounded to sneak out with him at this hour to explore some more, you were just too tired. You also didn’t want to risk any more of your parent’s trust so you shook your head, again, “I will not go with you, Sukuna. Go back home.”

While you were talking, Sukuna muttered “I’m coming in” and began to crawl past you while your guard was down. You panicked again, “What are you– hey, stop!”

You shouted without thinking and before you knew it, Sukuna was in your room looking around in an exaggerated way, “Wow, nice room.” With an anxious finger, you pointed towards the window, “You need to leave, Sukuna. I don’t want them to see you here.” Sukuna turned back to stare at you while he smiled boyishly, “I’m already here, why would I leave?”

Right as he finished talking, your dad’s voice echoed through the halls, “Y/n? Are you still awake? Who are you talking to?”

You and Sukuna both looked at each other with panicked eyes. Your brows furrowed in a worried way, “Shit! Go, hurry!” You whispered desperately but with quick thinking, he quickly but quietly shut the window, shoved you down onto the bed, crawled on top of you and threw the blanket over both your heads. Your eyes widened and although it was pitch black, you could tell you were looking into each other’s eyes. You whispered as softly as you could while the sound of your parent’s footsteps got closer, “Sukuna, what- what are you doing?!”

“Shhh.” Sukuna whispered back right above your lips, his minty breath fanning over your lips. He continued, “If you don’t want to get caught, then stay still and pretend you’re asleep.” You nodded even if he couldn't see it. Sukuna lowered himself even more. The tip of his nose brushed against your cheekbone while his lips hovered right above yours. If he moved even lower, he’d end up kissing you. You swear you could hear each other’s heart beating erratically. Your bedroom door opened, causing you to tense up.

“Y/n? Are you up?”

Your dad’s voice echoed into your room, and you could hear your parents shuffling around a bit. “Huh, I must be getting old.” Your dad mumbled, scratching his head. You could hear your mom laugh gently, “What’s wrong, honey?” He walked back towards her by the door, “I think I’m hearing things. I could’ve sworn I heard a man’s voice along with hers. Let’s go to bed, darling. I’m exhausted.” They continued to talk a bit more and then you heard footsteps approaching again. Your heart was beating so hard against your chest in fear of getting caught, but a part of you liked the thrill. You heard the lock on your window click and then the footsteps faded, “Sweet dreams, y/n.”

As soon as the door closed, Sukuna chuckled, his breath tickled against your lips, “You can breathe now, halfie.” Despite the coast being clear you both remained in the same position. You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath, “That was close!” You breathe out a steady breath and then your hand came up to smack at his shoulder gently while you breathe against each other’s lips, “Are you out of your mind?!”

Sukuna chuckled deeply, clearly amused, “Keep it down, halfie.” Just to make your heartbeat even faster, he lowered himself a bit more, “I can hear your heartbeat. You nervous?” You were suddenly very aware of your position and the placement of his hands. He was literally hovering above you with one knee pressed to your core while his left hand rested at your waist and his other hand supported the rest of his weight right by your head. Your parents must’ve not been paying close attention to your bed because the shape might’ve been very odd, given the circumstance.

“No, you’re just very close to me… and you’re holding me.” You spoke very quietly as heat rose to your face. In order to tease you even more, Sukuna removed his hand from your waist, “So?” he brought his hand up and caressed your face, “I kind of like it.” What would happen if you just decided fuck it? Despite wanting to give into your curiosity, you placed both hands onto his shoulders “You’re so blunt.” You pushed him off onto the side of the bed without much effort. Either way, he still flipped, on his own will since he was only joking around.

Sukuna laughed out loud, “Now that I’m here, let’s do something.” He flipped onto his side to stare at you since both of your visions began to adjust to the dark. You turned to your side as well to look at him, “No, I’m sleepy.” He blew a few raspberries but finally nodded his head, “Then let’s continue to lay like this?” You chuckle to yourself this time, “Don’t try anything.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Hey!”

“Don’t get offended now~” Sukuna teased, singing out loud as he made his way off the bed. You wondered where he was going but the gears clicked in your head when you heard him turn the lock on your door. In less than thirty seconds, he jumped back onto the bed, causing you to bounce with the motion.

It was silent as you both laid there in silence. The only sound heard was yours and Sukuna’s soft breathing. One would think it’d be awkward and weird for none of you to talk while he’s here laying in your bed with you, but it’s actually comforting. There’s a space between you two for personal boundaries, but then Sukuna shuffles a bit closer, “I thought you were sleepy?”

“I am,” you softly laugh, “but how can I fall asleep while you’re watching me so intently like that? It’s creepy~”

Sukuna clicks his tongue and shifts onto his back instead, “Oh, my bad.”

You can’t help the giddy feeling in your stomach as you come a bit closer as well, “I was playing around, Sukuna. But, are you going to go home soon?”

He’s silent again. It’s like he wants to avoid answering you, but you hear his mouth open, “Can’t I stay? Just for today.”

He definitely cannot. How will he leave tomorrow without being caught? He needs to go home soon. You inhale slowly, taking in the scent he holds. He smells like citrus, despite being lazy like a cat. It’s a scent that you like, and you’ve come to like the faint smell of tobacco that lingers on him as well. You also find yourself not minding the smell of weed on him as well. Through the time that you’ve known him, he’s never once let you try. Said something along the lines of “you’re too healthy, don’t wanna screw your brain up” and although you’d pout, you know he’s just looking out for you.

You close your eyes and get comfortable, chasing his warmth, “Yeah.”

There are no more words shared between the two of you, but Sukuna shifts onto his side again and tests the waters. He’s never done this before, so he’s unsure if you’d let him, but everything in him is telling him to hold you. He’s not sure why he wants to, but it makes his heart beat a little faster. Sukuna’s left hand comes up to your waist and he holds you delicately, waiting to see if you’d resist or not. He knows you’re still awake. It comforts him when he feels you nuzzle into his chest. He feels warm. It makes him forget what being cold and lonely feels like. Sukuna’s scared. Really scared. He’s afraid he’ll get attached to this feeling and then be left alone to go back to how it was before, so he mentally tells himself that this warm feeling is just comfort. That he finds comfort in you and that’s enough for him.

Note: Spoiler! After it came out that Sukuna was the fallen Angel, I had to include it, because he too, is beautiful.

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star1117-archives · 2 years

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Day Four : Lapdance w/ Mingi (Gn!Reader)

✭ Word Count : 598

✭ Warnings : Lap dance, Sexual tension, bsf!mingi, spin the bottle, mentioned WooSan (?)

✭ A/N : depression said no sexy hours so I cockblocked y’all lmao

✭ Network : @cacaokpop-fics

It was nearing midnight when you settled into the circle Mingi and his friends had formed on the floor, the male resting his head on your shoulder as he idly watched the game of spin the bottle. After a busy day, he’d really rather have gone to bed early, but he begrudgingly joined Yunho’s mini-party, knowing he’d get no sleep either way. The only thing that kept him from giving up and escaping to his room however, was you, his best friend. The two of you were almost constantly mistaken for being a couple, both of you being fans of affection and skinship. It was why no one was even fazed when Mingi backhugged you, resting on you as he held you close.

It was now San’s turn to spin the bottle after finishing his dare, scowling slightly as Wooyoung blew kisses at him. He had to kiss the younger for seven seconds, and with Wooyoung being Wooyoung, this unexpectedly included tongue. He quickly turned the glass, watching it intently until it landed on you. Well, you and Mingi. San’s expression lightened as he sent you a teasing smirk.

“Who’s gonna do the truth or dare outta you lovebirds?”

Before you could speak up, ever the shit-stirrer, Wooyoung intervened.

“Why don’t they just do it together? They’re practically joined at the hip anyways.”

San thought for a second before shrugging his shoulders and agreeing.

“Makes sense. Truth or dare, you two?”

You looked back at Mingi, who was still half-asleep on your shoulder, seemingly uninterested. Perhaps it was time to wake him up a little.

“Dare.”

Mingi nudged your neck with his head, groaning at the thought of moving when it was the last thing he wanted to do. You were warm and comfy, so much so that he was nearly asleep. He was so comfy, in fact, that Mingi didn’t even notice Yunho leaning into San’s ear with an evil smirk. It was evident from the younger male’s expression that whatever Yunho had said was definitely a good dare.

“Y/N, I dare you to give Mingi a lap dance.”

Mingi perked up at this, pulling off your shoulder and about to argue when he was unexpectedly cut off by none other than… you?

“What a pathetic excuse for a dare. C’mon Min, come sit down.”

Mingi tried to sputter out a protest but was shoved into a chair nevertheless, the whoops and cheers of your friends egging you on. When he tried to stand up, you simply pushed him down again by his shoulder, smirking as you whispered in his ear.

“Don’t be a pussy, baby.”

Mingi gulped at the petname and nodded, trying to fight the blush that was making its way onto his cheeks. You stalked away for a second, scrolling through whoever’s phone was connected to the speaker before choosing one with a smile. Mingi’s face dropped when P*$$Y Fairy by Jhené Aiko filled the room, regretting ever admitting to you one drunken evening that it was one of his favourites to.. have fun to.

You quickly made your way back to Mingi, loosely trailing your arm around the chair before leaning down next to his ear, voice sultry as you spoke.

“You ready?”

Mingi tried to laugh away his embarrassment, turning to you with a sheepish smile.

“If I say no, will it matter?”

“Nope.”

Sighing, Mingi slumped into the chair, frowning slightly.

“Fine, do your worst.”

Chuckling, you pressed a kiss to Mingi’s ear before straightening up, noticing the visible blush on the male’s cheeks.

“Oh, I plan to.”

————————— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ [Sintober 2022]

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imaginewithmgk · 1 year

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a daydream away

prompt; a daydream away - all time low

link to music video

summary: y/n and colson keep having day dreams about each other

word count: 2,801

warnings: drug & alcohol, light smut

I wish you could see your face right now 'Cause you're grinning like a fool And we're sitting on your kitchen floor On a Tuesday afternoon

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I can’t believe you said that!” I laugh at my best friend.

“He was being annoying, what did you expect?” He responds, his breaths interrupted with the laugh he tries to cover up so often. I wish he wouldn’t because it has to be my favourite sound, ever.

“Still! You didn’t have to tell him to fuck off,” I grin.

“I wish you could see your face right now,” Colson laughs.

“What? Why!?” I laugh with him.

“You’re grinning like a fool,” He smirks.

“Oh, shut up,” I playfully hit his chest. Colson and I went to a late lunch and were interrupted by the usual swarm of paparazzi, the life of a modern-day rockstar I suppose. Instead of ignoring them like he usually does, and is supposed to, the mixture of alcohol and mushrooms in his system had apparently disbanded his dignity and necessity to care about his public image, hence the abrupt “Fuck off!” aimed at the group swarming our once peaceful table. Like I said, the alcohol definitely played a large role in the outburst, we’re both pretty drunk.

“Couldn’t help it,” He shrugs and pours another drink for the both of us. I slide my back down the kitchen counter and plop on the floor, my legs feel like jelly so I figure the cold tiles will almost certainly either sober me up or at least make me feel better. He turns around with two drinks in his hand,

“What are you doing on the floor?” Colson furrows his eyebrows.

“Dunno, looked comfy I spose,” I slur. I think the coldness of the tiles or being this close to the ground made me feel drunker, is that possible? Apparently so. He smirks, still looking confused but amused at the same time, and slides down next to me. He places the drinks on the floor, one on the right side of my ankle and the other somewhere next to him. I bend my knees so they’re against my stomach and wrap my arms around them, I’m suddenly very cold. The effect of the tiles I guess.

“Hey, what day is it?” I ask Colson and lean my head on his shoulder. I watch our shadows reflect on the various objects in his dark kitchen.

“I think it’s a Tuesday afternoon?”

“Oh god,” I huff.

It doesn't matter when we get back To doing what we do 'Cause right now could last forever Just as long as I'm with you.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“These tiles are so fucking cold,” I laugh.

“My ass is freezing,” Colson groans as he uses his hands to push himself up and stand up somewhat straight. He rocks back and forth for a few seconds before offering me his hand, I take it and he helps me up. I stabilise myself and finish my drink quickly. He does the same.

“Movie marathon?” I offer.

“Hell yeah!” Colson yells before quite literally scampering away to his bedroom I assume. He seems to always pick his bedroom, and house in general, to hang out in opposed to mine, but I don’t mind because his bed is comfier anyway and I feel more comfortable when he’s around.

I do my best to navigate my way to Colson’s room without destroying any property, but the effect alcohol has on my body is tragic. I knock into a few walls but eventually make it to his room and plop my body down on his bed. I crawl into a comfortable position, my favourite position in fact, that just so happens to be on his chest with his arm wrapped around me.

We watch a movie or two but then I am rudely interrupted by my own bladder. I was very comfortable and warm until I couldn’t last another minute without going to the bathroom.

“I’m going to pee, I’ll be right back,” I say as I watch his eyes droop with tiredness but I don’t mind. He needs a good rest.

You're just a daydream away I wouldn't know what to say if I had you

Colson’s P.O.V.

I watch her walk into the bathroom and breathe out gently at the thought of her. I wouldn’t know what to do or say if I had her. I’ve never felt more content than I do when she’s in my arms, and I’m sad she’s gone. I hear the tap run which signals she’s washing her hands and/or face so I make my way out of the bed and walk over to the bathroom. She opens the door and almost crashes into my chest, I guess she didn’t expect me to be standing right outside the door when she opened it, which makes sense. I wouldn’t expect it either.

“W-what are you doing?” My best friend asks me as I place both hands above her shoulders, next to her face, and gently push her against one of the walls in my bedroom. I brush a stray hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear, leaving my hand on the side of her warm face.

“Can I kiss you?” I mumble, staring into her entrancing eyes. She nods gently so I lean my face in slowly. Our lips mould together perfectly, like they were only made for each others. At this moment in time I know she’s my soulmate, my twin flame, everything I wanted and was meant to have in life. I grip one hand on her hip and leave the other on the side of her face, rubbing my thumb gently over her cheek. Y/N pulls away slowly and rests her forehead on mine, our warm breaths are the only thing we can concentrate on.

“Jump,” I whisper. She does exactly what I told her to and wraps her legs around my waist. Instead of a kiss filled with passion like the previous one, this one is filled with lust. I spin us around so I can lie her on my bed and crawl on top of her. I trail kisses from her lips, down her jaw, then her neck and begin to suck on the delicate skin that litters her collarbones.

And I'll keep you a daydream away Just watch from a safe place So I never have to lose

3rd Person’s P.O.V.

“Colson?” Y/N’s voice interrupts his daydream. Daydream, that whole kiss was a fucking daydream. He thinks to himself. The troubled boy puts his head in his hands and huffs loudly.

“Yeah?” He looks up at her with his sparkling blue eyes. The girl kneels down on the bed and places her soft hands over his rough ones. The combination creates a perfect synergy.

“What’s wrong?” She furrows her eyebrows.

“Nothing, just had a weird daydream,” Colson tells her.

“What was it about?” She asks as she resumes her usual position, in both of their favourite spots, with her head on his chest and his arm wrapped around her shoulder. They both feel secure.

“I was reminiscing on a party we had recently,” He lies. He feels incredibly bad but he believes there’s no way he can ever tell her how he truly feels about her.

“Okay,” She mumbles, knowing he was lying because they hadn’t had any parties recently. She decides to respect his wishes to keep it to himself and not push the issue. She knew she would figure out what’s wrong with him sooner or later.

“You’re just a daydream away,” He thinks to himself.

We would go out on the weekend To escape our busy lives And we'd laugh at all the douche bag guys Chasing down their desperate wives

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You’re way too hot to be acting like that!” I watch in awe as Colson belts out the words to an unreleased song with Dom by his side and Mod not too far away. I love nights like this, where Colson and I decide to go out and there’s an impromptu performance at The Roxy. Nights where we would randomly stumble in Travis and the two men couldn’t help but jam together in front of a large, very drunk, crowd of people. All different types of people, but mostly influencers who post little snippets on their Instagram stories for fans to obsess over for months. I’m definitely guilty of a few drunk posts here and there.

“Did you like the song?” Colson asks me as he gives me a very sweaty hug.

“Dude! You’re so sweaty, get away from me!” I laugh as I swat him away. He reluctantly lets go and pouts. “But yes, I did love the song,”

“You better,” He grumbles and moves away to grab a drink.

He returns not long after with a drink for himself, and a drink for me. I’m designated driver tonight so a lemonade is the craziest drink I’ll be downing.

“Thank you my love,” I say before taking a swig of the fizzy liquid.

“No worries,” He says before wrapping a strong arm around my shoulders. “Hey, check them out,” Col points at a man trying to get the attention of a woman who I assume to be his wife. The man tugs on her wrist as she talks to the bartender.

“Come on, let’s go home,” I hear him plead.

“One more drink,” She slurs. Colson and I laugh at the pair, a douchebag guy chasing down his desperate wife. I only hope that won’t be me one day.

I would drink a little too much You'd offer me a ride And I would offer you a t-shirt And you would stay another night

Colson’s P.O.V.

I sway from side to side, the alcohol suddenly hitting me all at once. I think I’ve had a little too much.

“Do you want to stay at mine or yours tonight?” Y/N asks as she leans her head on my chest.

“Mine, when did you want to go?” I ask her, hoping she’d say now. I’d much rather be at home with her than here right now. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends and I love performing but when I get past a certain point of drunkness I just want to go home with my girl. Well, I wish she was my girl.

“Now?” She asks.

“Sounds good to me,” I pause. “Can you stay over?”

“Yeah of course,” She smiles.

We make our way to her car, she decided to be the designated driver tonight so she’s completely sober. I love that she is responsible and controlled enough to stay sober in one of her most favourite party environments, it’s very admirable. I stumble a few times but eventually get situated in the passenger seat. I watch as the puts her seatbelt on and demands me to mine on,

“Put your seatbelt on love,” She smiles at me. I nod and put it on, not without difficulty that’s for sure. Y/N puts her car in drive, puts the handbrake down and drives off towards my house.

“Thank you for staying over,” I hiccup.

“I stay over all the time, even when you don’t want me to. It’s practically my house now! You don’t need to thank me,” She laughs.

“Still,” I pause and reach over to place my hand on her thigh. I swear I can see her blushing. “I appreciate it,”

“Anytime Col,” She responds.

“And I always want you around,” I tell her.

“Aww you’re so cute,” She puts her hand on top of mine.

“You should move in,” I hiccup, again.

“That’s a conversation to be had when sober,” She laughs. I love her laugh.

“Here, drink this,” Y/N says as she hands me a bottle of water. I stumble through the kitchen and grab the bottle, pretty much inhaling it. I always forget how dehydrated smoking and drinking makes me.

“Let’s go to bed,” I tug on her wrist and lead her to my room.

I watch as she pulls her short dress down once again.

“Do you want something else to sleep in?” I laugh at her.

“Shut up,” She pouts. “But yes please,”

I laugh at her and grab a clean t-shirt from my drawer,

“Here,” I throw it to her and watch her walk into the bathroom.

“Col, you gave me your favourite shirt! I didn’t notice until I put it on. I can’t wear this,” Y/N pouts.

“I’d give you anything I own if it means you’ll stay another night,” I tell her.

“Colson,” She drags my name out as she walks over and sits next to me on my bed. “I love you,” She wraps her arms around me from the side.

“I love you too,” I hug her back.

You're just a daydream away I wouldn't know what to say if I had you And I'll keep you a daydream away Just watch from a safe place So I never have to lose

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I wake up snuggled up to Colson, he has his arms wrapped around me. I rub my eyes and pinch my arm to make sure I’m not daydreaming, I’ve been doing that a lot lately so I have to check sometimes. I stir before kissing his collarbone lightly. I freeze and watch in disbelief as he opens his eyes,

“I- I don’t know why I did that,”

“It’s fine Y/N,” Colson laughs as he lets go of me. I frown at the sudden loss of contact.

“Um I’m going to go brush my teeth,” I exclaim as I get out of the bed quickly and scurry into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me, face the mirror and put my hands on the counter.

“What is wrong with me?” I think to myself. For the past few weeks I’ve been having non stop daydreams about Colson, from cute dates to us hooking up. It’s starting to become a problem.

I splash my face with cold water and take a deep breath before actually brushing my teeth like I said I was going to, then head out of the bathroom.

I open the door to see Colson still lying in the same place. I smile lightly and get back into bed with him, moving into the same position I was in. He wraps his arms around me again as I turn to face him.

“Hi,” He says softly.

“Hey,” I blush, and make direct eye contact with him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He grins.

“I want to tell you something but you have to promise not to be weird about it,”

“Sure, what’s up?” Colson rubs my back lightly in a comforting way and I can’t help but shiver at his touch.

“I keep having these weird daydreams about you,” I admit shyly.

“And what do we do in them?”

“Well sometimes it’s just us hanging out like normal, sometimes it’s a bit more… intense,”

“What do you mean intense?” He furrows his eyebrows.

“I don’t know how to explain it,” I lower my voice. “Sometimes we’re cuddling like normally do, sometimes we’re kissing, sometimes we do more than that…”

“Wow Y/N, I don’t know what to say,”

“I shouldn’t have told you, oh my god! It’s so embarrassing,” I whine.

“No it’s not. I’m not judging you at all, I’m just in shock because I’ve been having the same day dreams,”

“Are you serious?” My eyes widen. “What are the odds?” I giggle, trying to lighten the mood. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes drift down to my lips and then up to my eyes to make direct contact.

“Can I kiss you?” I nod. Colson places two fingers under my chin and leans in to get closer to my face. I feel his breath fan my lips, before his lips connect with mine. Our lips move in sync, god I’ve waited so long for this feeling. He pushes himself up, whilst still keeping our mouths connected and hovers over me. I allow him to put one knee in between my legs and the other on the side of my body. I run my hand down the side of his stomach and he shivers which makes me smile into the kiss.

Colson pulls away from my lips and rests his forehead on mine.

“I love you,” He says gently.

“I love you too,”

“Y/N, you awake?” I feel a finger poke my shoulder.

“Huh? What?” I open my eyes to see Colson staring at me strangely.

Was I seriously day dreaming again?

#machine gun kelly #mgk #colsonbaker #writing #prompt #adaydreamaway #alltimelow #ttmd #hotel diablo

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theplaguewriter · 1 year

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Pspspspsps Parent, can you please do Tama-bby for the NSFW alphabet whenever you get the inspo? I'm lub yoo~ 🥺👉👈

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Hello my little Plagueling, finally I got around to doing this request! I was worried it was a little too...clinical...at first, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Stay safe and hydrated. Lob yoo too <3 -Yersinia

Tamaki Amajiki (MHA) NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare(what they’re like after the act)

Tamaki is very sweet. He will need a moment or two to catch his own breath and get down from his high, but after that his whole focus will be you. He’ll immediately ask if you’re feeling okay, if you’re sore and if you need anything. Water and a damp cloth are not optional, he will bring you both. I can see him as the type to gently clean you up while you’re sipping on your water. Cuddles are an absolute must as well, as soon as you are both cleaned up and hydrated, he will pull you into his arms. The position frequently changes, sometimes he’s the one holding you, other times you hold him. He doesn’t really mind either way, all that matters is that you two stay close for a good while after having sex.

B = Body part (favourite body part of their own or their lovers)

He is absolutely a thigh person. The way your skin feels and how soft they are, it just sparks something within him. If you let him, he will litter them with kisses, hickeys and bite marks. He uses them frequently as pillows too, it doesn’t matter if you consider your thighs to be on the thinner side or anything, for Tamaki there is no place more comfy to rest, or bury, his head. When it comes to himself he is quite insecure. He knows the hero training has toned him quite well, he’s not a muscle monster like All Might, but he’s quite toned and they’re defined. Tamaki’s also aware that he’s not really ugly, though he wouldn’t call himself handsome. However, he is quite proud of his hands. If he had to pick a feature. He has big hands, and due to his training they’re strong too. He likes the way they look while squeezing your thighs too, so it’s a win-win situation for him.

C = Cum (anything that has to do with it)

When it comes to quantity it’s an average amount, which has the upsides of there not being a huge mess to clean up but it’s enough to get a nice creampie shot. It’s a little more on the bitter side, due to his diverse diet. Off white, slightly translucent.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory)

He’s thought a lot about using his quirk on you. In various ways too, and the longer you two date and have sex, the more he thinks about ways he can, or could, use it on you. There is the obvious choice of tentacles, he can hold you down, play with your nipples and penetrate you with them, all at once. It’s his most frequent fantasy, and the one he’s most likely to bring up, albeit with a lot of effort and several attempts needed.

Then there are also other things like several light “poisons”, which might make the experience more trippy, he isn’t quite sure about it though. He knows some plants and fish have poisons that can serve as aphrodisiacs, but the risk is often too high, so he keeps this one to himself.

E = Experience (do they know what they are doing?)

None whatsoever, you are his first. He wasn’t really focused on romance in the first place and he’s been too shy and nervous to engage in anything in his teenage years. So there’s a lot of learning involved with Tamaki, which can make the first couple times a little awkward. He gets worried about doing things wrong, or not making you feel good. However, with a lot of reassurance, guidance and communication you two will learn and grow together until the shyness melts away.

F = Favourite position (may include a visual)

He does like the intimacy of missionary, since he does get to hold your hands and kiss you, or your neck, as much as he likes. He’ll put a pillow under your hips too, so you can feel him as deeply as possible.

He loves fucking you from behind while you two are laying on your sides. It gives him access to your neck and nipples, he can kiss you and he get a nice and deep angle in which he can watch your beautiful faces with each one of his thrusts. That is his favourite position overall.

G = Goofy (are they joking around or more serious in the moment?)

He’s more on the serious side, especially at first. Tamaki feels like he needs to really focus on what he’s doing, and doesn’t want to spoil the mood in any way or form. His attitude will lighten up over time, just like his shyness when it comes to this, he just needs patience and then he will be able to chuckle at little mishaps too.

Having sex is incredibly intimate to Tamaki, it’s a different kind of vulnerability. That’s why he will never be a full on goofball during sex, he does want to convey how much he loves and trusts you with this. So please keep that in mind too, even if you are someone who likes to crack jokes, he can only handle so much before closing up entirely.

H = Hair (does the carpet match the drapes?)

It does, his pubes are the same shade of indigo as the hair on his head. And any other body hair for that matter. Before getting into a relationship he just let it be as it is. Afterwards he honestly just follows your preference, because he doesn’t really care. If you prefer him shaven, he’ll shave, if you don’t mind some hair, he’ll trim or keep it. It’s not as coarse as pubes usually are, they’re quite soft actually. On you, he follows the same principle, whichever floats your boat he goes with. He’s unbothered by any hair, and would never make any comments about it.

I = Intimacy (in the moment, romantic or rough and dirty) As mentioned, to Tamaki the act in itself is very intimate. He likes gentle touches, looking into each other's eyes and sweet, loving kisses. When you two are being intimate, his mind is 110% on you, nothing else really matters. He wants you to feel how much he loves you through all the touches, kisses, nibbles and bites. Usually it’s very sweet and romantic, Tamaki doesn’t play rough. Often. He does have his moments where he will go feral. For example when you two haven’t seen each other in a while. He’ll be a completely different person, almost animalistic. His kisses will bruise your lips and you’ll have deep purple marks for almost two weeks after and certain holes will be very sore. He will devour you, and you’ll enjoy it just as much.

J = Jack off (self explanatory) He was awkward about it in his younger years, when the urge first came up. Over time he got used to his own body and his own desires. Tamaki usually takes care of himself pretty quickly, it’s not that he’s embarrassed by himself per se, but more so the thought about why he finds himself horny. He likes to do it in the shower, as it gets rid of any mess immediately. His go to fap material is usually you, either in imagined scenarios or he thinks about a time where he came particularly hard. It works like a charm to get him off.

K = Kink ( also self explanatory) Tamaki is more of a softer kink person. These include, but are not limited to:

Light restraining: he likes to hold your hands, but in an actual hand holding way, while he’s thrusting into you. It’s both the thought of control and the intimacy of it that is appealing to him.

Marking: seeing hickeys on your neck, chest and thighs gets him all flustered, but it also reminds him of the feelings and sensations. It makes him feel proud that he was the one to make you feel good. It also has the element of marking his territory, others will know that he’s satisfying you not only emotionally but physically as well.

Tentacles: A little on the nose, and more on the kinkier side, especially for him. He just likes the image of you writhing in pleasure while he covers all the bases.

Praise: on himself as well as on his partner, it’s a sure way of getting him to go faster and encouraging him. Whisper in his ear how good his cock feels inside of you, and watch him stutter in his movements.

Multiple orgasms: It feeds into his pride. He is very insecure and knowing/seeing that he is able to make you cum over and over again just does a lot to him. He doesn’t mind it so much if his happy end has to wait, he’s just very much into seeing you go over the edge again and again. It’s a double win: Tamaki gets to see you in ecstasy and he is the reason for it.

Begging: from his side. It’s not that he needs it, the pleas to cum and to be touched just spill out of his mouth.

L = Location (where are they comfortable with doing it) He prefers it to be at home, the thought of others seeing him or you naked and fucking makes him incredibly uneasy. He’s socially awkward and anxious, so he will never be down for anything public. Semi-public is off the table for actual sex as well, but he may be tempted for some making out and petting, if there’s only a very slim chance of anyone walking in. At your home, however, he is a lot more open. It doesn’t have to be just the bed. The couch is great too, or bending you over the kitchen counter, maybe a nice round of shower sex, Tamaki won’t mind. He’d just like for the aftermath to happen on either the couch or the bed, since he loves to cuddle afterwards.

M = Motivation (what gets them going?) When you two make out and your hands start to caress his chest or his neck, he can feel himself getting hard rather quickly. Seduce him, in the most cliché and romantic way. The knowledge that you want him as much as he wants you is one of his prime motivations. Of course he doesn’t say no to seeing you in some pretty lingerie, or a rather short pair of shorts/a shorter skirt. He will not be able to tear his eyes away from your thighs, and it reminds him of the sessions you’ve had before. Tell him straight up that you want him to fuck you, and he will be as red as a tomato and hard as a rock.

N = No (turn offs or absolutely won’t do) He will absolutely not hurt you or degrade you. Having low self esteem himself, he couldn’t bring himself to be actually mean to you. It just doesn’t sit right with him. If it’s one of your kinks, he will try but the most he can manage without the mood being ruined for him is calling you his little slut and even that took some time getting used to. Same goes for hurting you, he can give you a couple spanks, he’ll leave some hickeys and bite marks but he would not draw blood or hit you until you literally can’t sit. He hates seeing you hurt and imagining him being the one to do it, turns him off very quickly.

O = Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are) It goes with his lack of experience that he will need some coaching the first couple times. However, Tamaki has some innate skills with his mouth and will really quickly find out what gets you going and what is rather meh to you. Tell him, grab his hair and pull or push his head in the right spot, he will map it out in his head and know what to do the following time. Tamaki will be an expert at making you cum within minutes with his tongue in no time. On the other hand, giving him oral is his weakness. He will cum quite fast, especially if he is watching you do it. It’s something about the way your face looks when your mouth is stuffed with his cock that is so incredibly erotic to him. He loves it though, giving and receiving, it’s something he really wants to do basically every time you two have sex. He could, and will, spend an hour or so between your legs if you let him.

P = Pace (how fast are they going and how long do they last?) He’s neither super fast nor super slow, it’s somewhere in the middle. He likes to see his cock sliding in and out of you, so being too fast isn’t ideal but being too slow makes him too needy. He paces himself, so to speak, because he wants you to feel amazing and you feel so good around him, that he also wants the sensation to last. He will speed up though when he gets closer to cumming, he just loses whatever self-control he has and just pounds into you. An exception would be if he hasn’t seen you in a longer while, in that case he will start rather fast and keep that up. He needs to feel you tighten around him, and he just can’t hold back. How long he can last really depends. He has days where he can last about 20 minutes and others where he will thrust into you for a good hour or so, there’s also no real rhyme or reason for it. So every time is a surprise in that department. (More information under S)

Q = Quickie (do they go for the quick fuck or prefer long sessions?) He prefers longer sessions, they feel more intimate to him. He gets to take his time, making out and kissing, almost worshiping your body, before he gets to his main course. It also feels less “stressful” to him, quickies make him feel like he has a certain time limit to both arouse you and make you cum, which in turn can trigger his anxiety about failing “to perform”.

R = Risk (do they like to try new things?) Technically he is down to try most things at least once. It’s a matter of how you bring them up to him. If it’s something that is commonly more vanilla associated you can bring it up while you two make out. For example, asking him to use his tentacles to hold your hands above your head. He will be absolutely flustered, but he’s well acquainted with his quirk and your body, so he knows how hard he can grab your wrists etc. He doesn’t have to worry much, hence it’s easier to try it. Things that are less vanilla should be brought up before any hot and heavy moments. If there is the possibility of doing something wrong and it being an unpleasant situation then, he will need time to mentally prepare. Let’s say you want him to call you some specific names, he will have to practice it in his head for some time before he can stutter it out in a scene. He will still refuse anything that is considered actually harming you, he just cannot.

S = Stamina (how many times can they go and how long is each round?) Due to his hero training, Tamaki has impressive stamina. As mentioned in Pace, if he has a strong day, he will thrust into you for a good hour before cumming. And on days where he cums quicker, he will simply eat you out or use his quirk or a toy on you until either you cum or he is ready to go another round. So each session, let’s call them that, is made up of foreplay, 2 - 3 rounds and then aftercare. An entire session like this can take up to four hours, also depending on how long the foreplay and/or the aftercare are. Sometimes you have to switch over and suck him off because you simply can’t handle his stamina. He gets quite flustered about that.

T = Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers?) Surprisingly, I don’t see him having a big issue with them. It’s a nice way of making you feel good in case he came way before you and he doesn’t have tentacles on hand. He’s really down for a variety too, from dildos and vibrators to buttplugs, if you tell him you enjoy it, he will be down to try it. On himself he is a little more shy, some toys look unpleasant to him and what they’re used for makes it worse. (Not one for sounding for example.) With Tamaki it’s show not tell, he will try a dildo or a vibrator, maybe even a cockring and find he enjoys it more than the description promised. After the initial awkwardness of him being exposed in that way, he will be more open to you using them on him as well. Sometimes even begging you to.

U = Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves?) While he would love to tease you, it’s usually you who teases him. It’s just so easy given how fast he is flustered and how prone he is to beg for you/your touches. He would be laying there, you’re gently stroking over his cock but not stroking it and he feels himself getting more and more needy until he just pleads you. "Please, please touch me more, I need it.” When he is teasing you, it’s more in a way of rubbing his cock against your nice, wet and prepared hole while giving you a slight smile. It feels so good, why shouldn’t the both of you enjoy this too before he slides into you. He doesn’t realize how this is teasing too until you beg him to just finally fuck you.

V = Volume (are they loud and what sounds and do they talk?) Not a talker, but loud. He can’t hold anything back at all. Tamaki will moan and whimper, with every stroke and every thrust he just lets the sounds escape. He tries to call out your name, to praise you, but most of the time it’s incoherent and unintelligible, especially when he is close to cumming. He is quite embarrassed by it, but he can’t help it. You feel too good stretched out on his cock, your cum and his mixing between you guys’ thighs. He sometimes bites his lip, but that only results in his moans becoming whimpers. You will always know how much he enjoys it.

W = Wild Card (random headcanon) He would wear lingerie for you, no matter the kind. If it is something you want to see him in, he will put it on. Tamaki will be embarrased depending on what you put him in, but seeing the arousal flash in your eyes and between your legs, is so worth it. If it’s something you semi-regularly want him to wear, he will even get more bold. Showing off how his dick looks in it, or his ass. It’s a confidence boost that you get flustered for once.

X = X-ray (what’s going on in their pants?) Above average, so around 6 ½ inches (16.5cm). The shaft is about the same shade as his skin, while his tip is in a very pretty pink, almost the same shade as when he blushes.

Y = Yearning (how high or low is their drive?) His drive used to be very low, he’d masturbate about like twice a month. That has changed since knowing you. Going out from himself, Tamaki will get horny for you like twice a week and if you’ve been together longer he will even have the courage to be the one who initiates. If your drive is higher, however, he is not opposed to being seduced, or given very obvious hints, and fucking you more frequently. I don’t see him as a sex everyday type though. I think he’d like a break for a day before getting it on again.

Z = Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quick) Again his hero training has given this man some impressive stamina and while the sessions can last very long, Tamaki rarely falls asleep after. As a hero he can’t go napping every time he beats a bad guy, and the same sort of applies here too. He will hold you though, if you want to sleep and if you do he will busy himself by reading a little or quietly watching something on his phone. If both of you don’t want to sleep after, he will happily talk to you about anything, or make out some more in the post-sex bliss.

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catch-the-wind · 3 years

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when reader is sick hc's p2

PART 2 IS FINISHED WHOO

here's a link to part 1 uwu

so i'm still brainrotting over this and i would like to date almost every character rn~ i probably won't add more to this unprompted but if anyone wants a part 2 just shoot me an ask! <3

tags: gn!reader, xiao x reader, zhongli x reader, ningguang x reader, beidou x reader, kazuha x reader, amber x reader, keqing x reader, venti x reader, scaramouche x reader, thoma x reader

xiao

this man is so awkward goodbye

he’s really popping into the kitchen of wangshu inn like mr. smiley yanxiao i need an order of almond tofu and uhh whatever the hell it is sick people eat

asks cloud retainer if there’s a medicinal thing she’s created and hey can you fix my s/o

meanwhile his s/o is like xiao- xiao- XIAO- it’s a COLD i’ll SURVIVE, stop leaving me to find solutions and just come cuddle

so xiao cuddles <3 he’ll read to his partner but it’s likely he’s also just sitting there in silence holding his s/o

he likes the companionship, doesn’t talk much. comfy silence all around

his partner probably falls asleep on him at some point but he’s okay with it

he probably watches his partner while they rest and he’s super frowny because he hates seeing them in pain :(

but also the gentle forehead kisses while his partner rests <3

he tells zhongli that he needs time to be with his s/o while they’re ill. he makes it sound like his partner is dying which is...overdramatic but also he just wants to dote on them and make sure they’re okay

he asks verr goldet what things a sick person might want while his partner rests and then he tries to kinda sorta subtly ask for help getting them

tries to dote on his partner subtly but he’s so grumpy all the time LOL

n e ways he gives his partner smooches and cuddles and that’s all that matters uwu

zhongli

he doesn’t even have to really say it to hu tao, she just knows he’s about to ask for a few days off. he does ask, ofc bc he’s following the protocols of social etiquette

he goes to his partner’s home or they’re in his for the entire time they’re sick

has a shopping list of foods for a sick person, also gets tea

has no mora to purchase anything on his shopping list so he hits up tartaglia LMAO

tartaglia comes w zhongli just to visit zhongli’s s/o

hu tao also comes to visit zhongli and co but he’s so wary of her because is she about to pull a prank- really she just brings him some tea he likes and wishes his s/o well <3 she probably sings to them too but it’s a little creepy if you listen to the lyrics LOL

this man is not reading his partner stories, they’re getting histories, pov morax. he knows so many little details that are lost in time but are kept safely in his memories

the man works out, tell me otherwise. he may choose his own body and he knows he has cake but the man works out and trains. he’s a god of WAR and he keeps himself in good shape. n e way he works out in the living room or backyard while his s/o is sick and he trains w just a shirt and pants and he’s so pretty aHEm i think my asthma is acting up again hang on

okay but muscles rippling and you can see it through the clothes that aren’t even that tight BUT BRO WHY ARE YOU GRUNTING SO MUCH PLEASE NO ONE ELSE DOES

would probably get his partner toys and such and one of them is a little dragon <3 give it smooches every day

he’s distracted when he answers hu tao or the adepti because he’s thinking ab his partner instead

ningguang

the frown on her face when she finds out PHEW

she takes her partner’s temperature with the back of her hand and she’s all frowny all day. ganyu is lowkey concerned bc what’s the matter with lady ningguang-

her partner stays in ningguang’s home and she’s working from home for a while <3 there are millelith guards and members of the qixing popping into her home office and even beidou once or twice. bei is also worried ab ning’s partner, but she’s doing the hearty slap on the back and the “get well soon!”

ningguang ordering food from wanmin and xiangling personally delivering it <3 xiangling and guoba are both showing up with some hot soup and guoba is there for cuddles pls he’s so cute

ningguang will read to her partner, probably tells them about her day and entertains small talk until they fall asleep

she cooks some of her qiankun mora meat and tries to make her partner soup <3 the millelith and the qixing have never seen their tianquan in a kitchen working before but she would only ever do it for the people she loves

keqing is in the corner quietly shipping while munching golden shrimp balls goodbye

i think ningguang respects ganyu too much to force her to run around for stuff but ganyu probably likes ning’s partner enough to do it anyway

ning and cuddles and temple kisses and she won’t give her partner smooches on the lips :( but she’s soft for them so they get cheek kisses and spooning them to sleep

beidou

she stays at her partner’s place while they’re sick because the crux might make them feel seasick instead

but she goes back and forth to the crux to get her things and take care of business and such. her crew probably loves her partner so they have things for bei to bring back <3

bei doesn’t even leave her partner’s town but she’s got sango pearls, cecilias, qingxin, cor lapis jewelry, dendrobiums (even though those are like. blood flowers. they’re pretty it’s fine) and many many fruits

xiangling comes by with food for bei and co and sticks around to hear beidou telling her partner stories about her time at sea

beidou is. she’s so buff okay. she carries her partner in and out of the room and to the living room or kitchen or brings everything to her partner and you can see how defined her muscles are bye i’m in love with her

we already know bei learned to cook a little bit from xiangling but beidou is absolutely learning to cook more while her partner is sick. xiangling is there giving her cooking lessons while beidou’s partner watches <3 bei with that look of concentration and she’s so quick with the knives too i’m- okay but her spoonfeeding her partner?? *chef’s kiss* ;)

beidou puts too much pepper in a dish and it deffo clears sinuses LMAO but she tried and it actually does taste very good if you can handle your spice 🤷‍♀️ i cannot so find me with a gallon of milk later

n e ways beidou cuddles her partner to sleep and falls asleep as soon as she knows they’re resting <3 many cuddles and many kisses, even if they insist not to because cooties will get u sick bei 🥺

visits bubu’s pharmacy to get her partner’s medicine herself but also has remedies from other places too! zhongli deffo helps her with some other gifts for convalescents so it’s historically, traditionally and socially acceptable

kazuha

is so worried omg

wherever his ass is, he’s going to his partner as soon as he finds out they’re sick. he’s so frowny and worried it’s almost cute but also,,,kazu it’s a cold, it’s FINE

he goes to collect qingxin and sweet flowers and stuff himself and makes his own poultices and soups and such <3

he shows up at his partner’s home with arms and buckets of flowers and herbs as soon as he possibly can. bei understands if he has to go tho, she gives him leave uwu

makes his partner soup and dried fish and gives them many smooches <3 they are not allowed out of bed LOL they just have to stay there and wait for him to dote on them

many many cuddles and smooches. he plays leaves and grass and recites poems for them he’s so cute <3 sigh, this man plays grass and i’m out here simping

also comes bearing gifts from wherever he was last tho. if he was on the crux, he’s probably got gifts from beidou and the crew even if they don’t really know kazu’s partner, they just know he’s happy and that’s what matters. if he’s not on the crux, his boss probably gives him leave and a gift or smth even if it’s just like a tea or a bottle of wine or smth

he’ll cuddle and be a blanket. but he’s also got fabrics that beidou picked up in inazuma and he uses that as a blanket for his partner <3

will tell his s/o stories of his childhood, his time wandering, his time with the crew, his work. anything they want to know or have questions about, he’ll tell them.

forehead kisses, temple kisses, holding his partner’s hand and pressing a kiss to the back of their hand ugh i love him

deffo gets sick because he can’t deny his partner smooches on the lips smh. and then it’s his partner’s turn to play nursemaid

the crew from the crux probably drops by to check on kazoo man and co. they bring some regional delicacies and blankets and their best cold remedies with a slap on the back for kazu and a gentler pat for his partner. like w ningguang’s partner, bei probably gives kazu’s s/o a hearty slap but it’s not enough to hurt them

anyway i’m in love with him

amber

she’s so worried she’s such a sweetie omg

she goes to her partner immediately and fusses over them before they have to gently tell her that they’re fine

she goes to collect sweet flowers and stuff and goes to ohm, albedo and barbara for help making medicines and such

doesn’t want to leave her duties unattended to but jean also knows that amber wants to be with her s/o so she tells amber that she has fewer duties for her <3

jean tells kaeya to go make sure amber is doing okay and doesn’t need help or anything so he drags ohm, diluc, albedo and lisa too LOL

lisa was planning on going anyway, she just used diluc to carry her books w this opportunity <3 albedo is just treating amber’s partner w meds and potions and things and lisa takes a peek at that too

she’s so sad she doesn’t have ohm’s super cold skin so she can’t be a human cooling pack for her partner </3 but she gives them many smooches on cheeks and foreheads and temples

barely resists giving her partner kisses on the lips bc she still wants to go to work but also wants to give her partner what they need and sigh. it’s a struggle for amber

she wears pajamas and cuddles with her s/o <3

cooks her partner some (fully cooked!!) meals, not her specialty steak. but she makes soup and goes to good hunter and gets good hot food there too

keqing

wants to take some time off to help her partner feel better but also doesn’t want to leave work. ningguang probably sends her home at some point because she’s fretting and working and stop feeling so bad keqing, you have sick days

she still goes to work but she’s just taking marginally shorter days sigh, she goes home early instead but brings work home so she can do it while sitting with her partner

wears leisure clothes when at home with her partner but the fact that she has clothes she doesn’t use for work is shocking LMAO the cat ears stay tho ;) catgirl always

ganyu comes by with keqing’s work, some wanmin takeout and a card and gift for her partner <3

xiangling hears that keqing is home with her partner while they’re sick and brings food over to keqing’s. she’s got extra golden shrimp balls for keqing. AND AGAIN. GUOBA CUDDLES ❤️❤️❤️

keqing feels so bad for not doing as much work, she’s making herself almost as sick as her partner </3

ningguang comes over one night with beidou while keqing is doing work in bed while her partner is resting and she sees keqing stressed as all hell. she just gives keqing some food and tells her to actually rest. soft!ning and bei being moms god i love them

okay but keqing tucking her partner in with a sweet kiss before retreating to her work in the corner, the lamps turned to the lowest they can possibly be because keqing refuses to leave her beloved but can’t not do work

keqing trying to cook food for her partner that isn’t meant specifically for survival but for taste is so cute. she’s trying to cook golden shrimp balls and soup and stuff and she’s not bad at it! she took a single night of giving her s/o hot tea and some wanmin soup before she learned the whole cookbook so she can be the one to cook for them <3

venti

he brings his partner wine u cannot tell me otherwise

he goes to diluc’s. not the tavern but straight up dawn winery and asks diluc if he can get a bottle of wine for his s/o and please please please he’ll go fight some of those slimes for you, please? with the big 🥺 and staying outside diluc’s window to beg bye

diluc just gives him the wine with a glare but won’t make venti do the commission <3 venti legit says “thank barbatos” and gives diluc an ~ehe~ before he gets ready to glide away. he turns around and asks diluc if he’s sure he can’t do the comm but diluc just glares at him all broody~

diluc comes by to check on venti’s partner too bc where does venti live- venti is just camping out at his partner’s place for now and feeding them and giving them wine and diluc just kinda goes a little pink but glares while he says “get well soon” and leaves a windwheel aster from near the winery

venti makes soup and many vegetable/fruity foods because “they’re good for you! have some wine with that ehe”

jean comes by at some point with barbara to check on venti and co. they’ve got other foods and some hydro healing for venti’s partner <3

ohm comes over to see his friend and brings him some medicines, food and wine. he gets to witness the anemo god get all soft and squooshy for his s/o it’s so sweet

he uses anemo to entertain his partner with some gentle breezes playing through leaves <3 but he also plays his lyre for them and gives them smooches in between and during songs because he’s a god ofc he isn’t gonna get sick, pay the bard with kisses. and where’s his gratuity :( 😗

he doesn’t read to his s/o but he does tell them stories with a musical accompaniment. sometimes his partner will fall asleep so he just smiles so softly and tucks them in and continues playing his lyre at the window while they sleep <3

but also brushing his partner’s hair back and giving them a kiss on the forehead please i love my beloved kinnie

n e ways venti forehead smooches and playing the lyre for his s/o <3 no cough meds ehe, just dandelion wine and whatever ohm gave him (that was, in fact, the cough medicine)

scaramouche

bro this dude looks like he CANNOT be assed but he really cares <3<3

his work schedule doesn’t change but he’s going to his s/o’s home super often with soup and food and medicine and extra blankets

even to his partner, scara looks broody but he always looks like that LOL

tartaglia finds out where scara is going and he brings food and toys and stuff too <3 scara later has to read one of the kids books tartaglia brought and he refuses to voices but it’s very sweet anyway

scara probably asks sandrone if his doctor brother can get him some good cold medicine but would never admit that he asked ohm for help LOL. ohm shows up anyway and finds out <3

can and will cook soup but that’s all you’re getting from him. the takeout he brought is most definitely not something he made, no sir’am he would never do something as soft as cook for them. soup doesn’t count, it’s oboiling water with some added flavor, shut up tartagalicious he’s not soft

will give his partner kisses only after he thinks they’re asleep. refuses to give them any affection besides a headpat or two and maybe one hug when he shows real concern. his partner isn’t quite yet asleep one time and then feigns sleeping when they hear scara’s whispered “i love you” and he presses a kiss to their forehead 🥺❤️

he takes off his hat inside the house but will go around with a blanket around his shoulders to mock his partner smh. the blanket is on his head like a hood and he fake sniffles with an almost derisive laugh but he gives his partner a real smile at the end <3

9/10 times will never admit that he’s soft unless it’s a Very Serious Moment but he’s a squishy dood for his s/o and his s/o only

will not read or sing to his partner but he’ll sorta cuddle if they ask very nicely and many times. it’s just kind of him sitting next to them and they kind of have to muzzle before he’ll move his arm for his own comfort LMAO

will bring his partner gifts and food, a few flowers but he’ll just claim he’s delivering it from someone else with a look of fake disgust </3 maybe like two of those are actually from other ppl and not him

when his partner is actually feeling really sick, he won’t be a big smol meanie and he actually looks so concerned~ his partner means a lot to him and he doesn’t want them to feel sick or in pain so he’ll cuddle them unprompted and rub their back, run his hand thru their hair, soft forehead and temple kisses and “i’m here, baby” and “i love you” and falling asleep with his partner tucked under his chin <3 he’s actually so sweet bye 😭

thoma

thoma feels so bad when his partner is sick. it isn’t even his fault but he feels so bad because he wants to protect them, even from tiny little germs 😭 i’m sorry u can’t be my immune system thoma it’s FINE

he asks to take off work and ayaka just kinda sighs but smiles and waves a hand to dismiss him bc yes ofc you can, simp

ayato just laughs when he sees this LMAO BYE

thoma’s partner stays at his home, in his bed or a guest room (idk if he has his own place or stays w the kamisatos as their literal live-in maid but anyway)

his partner gets his care, any doctors or caretakers around ritou, the medic from the crux, the kamisato family doctor- this man is using some of his favors for medicine and then cuddling his s/o, ugh i want to date him sm

both kamisatos come by with some food for thoma and co but poor ayato can’t even keep his grin contained, poor thoma is conditioned to be nervous ab what ayato feeds him LOL

he’s cooking for his partner, legit gives them a list of options and an “anything you want, my love?”

cuddles his s/o even tho they might protest but it takes like 0.2 seconds to stop protesting bc that man is comfy

tells his partner stories about what it was like back home in mondstadt and his journey to inazuma and why he’s there as well as his stories about all the different kinds of people he’s met

taroumaru coming w kozue to the kamisato estate to get some hot tea to thoma 🥺 and the cuddles and nuzzles from this great doggo for thoma before he turns to his partner too 😭 straight up jumps in the bed and licks their faces a little before nuzzling in for a hug

n e way thoma gives a lot of hugs and kisses and cuddles and i think he’s hella touchy-feely and misses home and treasures his partner even more because of it

my beautiful red shield ❤️

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eventually — lexi Howard x f! Reader

A/N: y’all remember when it was canon that lexi was a lesbian? Don’t come for me!!! ofc your identity can change as you evolve as person (don’t I know it) + I don’t mind fexi since they’re out here changing ages (although this should have been established way before it was put out but hey wtf do I know?) and what not lmao…yet this is for my gays 😘 happy?! Euphoria day? It was a tame impala kinda night when this was written hence the title! Let’s give it up for my girl LEXI ✨

WARNINGS: hurtful arguments, imagery of su*c*de + in no way trying to glorify the matter as many topics in this show are questioned as glamorization. I tried to come up with the idea of writing something for Lexi and her play but thought of who’s really there for her and their purpose in her life and this is the result. It’s also been discussed that euphoria is actually Lexi’s play and that would be interesting if it turns out that way. I can’t wait to actually see what Oklahoma! Is about though. I haven’t seen the Israeli version of this show—which takes on a different approach of it all. Anywho,,, it’s been renewed for season 3 and we’re already strapped in for the ride so who knows where we’ll end up!

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Eventually things get better, that’s what they always say right? Or maybe it’s just something to say to provide a ounce of comfort but even still that doesn’t fucking matter if you don’t believe that statement.

Lexi Howard was unsure if she wanted to include you in Oklahoma until you appeared right beside her one night, comfy in her bed, fuzzy socks brushing against the sides of her bare feet, and chin pressed into her shoulder as lexi’s nails clacked over the keyboard.

“I just don’t think it makes sense if I’m not included.” You spoke to the camera, tumbler filled with a iced matcha in your hand—since you didn’t fuck with plastic, “I can honestly say lexi and I have been tight since after her and rue became friends. I came into the picture last, around kindergarten? but I was always the one that remained consistent. So yeah I wouldn’t be upset if she did include me, is what I’m saying.”

You were the first to know all about Oklahoma! even when it started off as a mere thought and nothing more. Once the inspiration took off you were there every step of the way, pacing the room as lexi read out loud what she had and you nodding in approval or suggesting which lines to revise. The both of you had the creative trait, lexi loved writing and books and you loved embroidery and building miniature dollhouses. Both of these hobbies were lame to many kids growing up, which was hurtful to be teased about until you stood up for yourself and best friend.

If these hobbies bought happiness then it didn’t matter what anyone else had to say. It was also nice to know that the both of you encouraged each other to keep going and here at seventeen, that hasn’t changed.

“It’s done, y/n! The third act is completed and we’re having the first auditions on Monday. Do you think people will try out?” Lexi stared at you though her shared vanity’s mirror.

You stood beside her with a smile, “they’ll hear from me if they don’t, even if I have to drag them there myself.”

“Y/n! I can’t force people do anything. I just hope it doesn’t suck and blow up in my face.” Lexi nervously pinched at her bottom lip.

Locking your arms lightly around her neck you replied, “stop doubting yourself. Remember what I said? Negative thoughts put out into the world results in ugly energy returned. Look at yourself and repeat after me: I’m hardworking and did this shit all on my own. I will become a success and I will become a future screenwriter because I’m that bitch.”

Laughing, Lexi shook her head, putting it down shyly after that but you wiggled her shoulder with the open palm you had resting there, “come on say it until you believe it. Or I’ll hang onto you for the rest of the night like a sloth and you know I’ll do it too.”

“That I’m that bitch? You really want me to say all that?” Lexi asked, while you rapidly nodded your head.

Placing her hand on top of yours she gave a convincing smile after two deep breaths, “I’m Lexi Howard, I’m hardworking and did this all on my own.”

“That’s it.” You coached.

“I will become a success and I will become a future screenwriter because…I’m that bitch?”

Snapping your fingers you encouraged her to do it again and again and again until the point she was screaming at herself in the mirror.

Once Cassie walked into the room with her wide blue eyes she stared at her younger sister oddly, “What’re you screaming at yourself for? Weirdo.”

Lexi didn’t spare her sister a glance, a beaming smile was now on her lips as she kept her eyes solely on her reflection. When Cassie didn’t receive a response she just rolled her eyes and plopped on her bed stomach first.

“I don’t know what I would do without y/n’s help.” Lexi chatted to the camera, “I couldn’t ask for a better friend, a better partner, a better person to support my passions. I only hope I do the same in return. She’s actually what inspired the character ‘Evangelina’ which is biblical and ironic since I’m agnostic. Which leaves me to think everyone in your life has a purpose right?”

The first time lexi’s ever been mad at you was when she received a call that you were rushed to the hospital by your older brother due to your heart stopping. Lexi’s had her share of phone calls of her friends ending up in the hospital and it was always a draining experience. It become even more upsetting when it was revealed that you put yourself in the hospital willingly due to a stupid trend of drinking Benadryl as a hallucinogen.

“There’s gotta be more than this…i just wanted to see it.” You croaked as lexi was curled up beside you in your hospital bed.

Lexi wanted to pry on that but you still seemed so out of it. This wasn’t like you, taking risks just for the fun of it. You were normally so animated, full of life but something about that day never felt right to Lexi and she felt the pressure of wanting to do more for the person she loved.

Rue maybe the first person she’s ever kissed but you were the first person she was in love with. It took awhile to figure it out and with the success of the play kicking off, lexi turned into ‘lexi mode’ which unintentionally meant putting you on the back burner.

“Don’t get me wrong lex, I’m super proud of what you’re accomplishing here but that doesn’t mean you get to treat others around you like shit. That’s not you.” You witnessed it all, how lexi became “passionate” behind the scenes at rehearsals but at the same time she was blowing everything off for this play.

Lexi widened her eyes, “i don’t even know what you’re talking about? Its crunch time here, this is how it works. Everything ultimately falls on me and you don’t understand how much pressure that is to make everything perfect!”

“It doesn’t have to be perfect just be realistic here.” You followed her around backstage.

Lexi stopped in her tracks, “well here’s something realistic, stop bugging me and let me work okay?! I don’t need you breathing down my neck anymore, the writings done so i don’t need your input. And unless you’re going to reprise your role as Evangelina…then we don’t have anything else to talk about here.”

That felt like a slap in the face. For many reasons, lexi only tended to get amped up when she was stressed but she was never ever disrespectful. You already felt like you did enough behind the scenes post production for your best friend but the minute she tried to persuade you to play the role you inspired, it took some time since you weren’t sure how it would look on the outside. You read it on paper, fuck, you understood but you decided to step down last minute because your anxiety got the best of you.

Lexi was disappointed but she wouldn’t dare push you. Now it was opening night and she had no regard for your feelings and part of you knew she didn’t mean this, it was just the process of trying to reflect the life she lived to her audience. Lexi wanted so desperately for people to resonate with her work, however it felt like it was you against her in that moment.

And it should have never felt that way. That wasn’t what your relationship was about. It was never about trying to one up the other, no matter what differences you felt about any situation, you still respected each other. Tonight it felt like none of that mattered, like your friendship didn’t.

So you sighed, looking down at your feet briefly as you stepped towards lexi. Lexi felt her throat tightening with each step you made and nervously put her hands behind her back. Your eyes flicked up to meet her brown doe ones and carefully you reached up, resting one hand against the side of her warm neck, while the other curled a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I hope you get everything you finally want and more out of tonight, lex. I hope this play tells you exactly what you need to know about not only us…but yourself. It’s just a shame I won’t be here to see you realize it all.”

A frown immediately set in between lexi’s long brows, “…wha? What’re you saying? You’re not gonna stay? Don’t be like this, I’m not asking you to leave, y/n.”

“…it’s okay. This is your big moment so let them know who you are, lex. I’ll be around, somewhere.” You leaned forward with a smile, placing a kiss to her cheek.

Lexi felt her breathing hitch as you did so, her eyes searching yours before you turned to leave. She grabbed your hand, causing you to glance back at her.

“You’ll be here after the show right? I need you here with me, you know?”

“Oh, I know.” You tilted your head to the side before you lifted your chin, “looks they need you now.”

Lexi turned to Bobbi who stopped in her trail as Lexi turned to her, her high-pitched voice called out to the brunette, waving her over. Lexi nodded her head at the taller girl and faced you, to see that your hand already slipped out of hers and you were heading out the back door. Lexi wanted to call out to you but she wasn’t sure what else she could say.

This didn’t feel right but eventually it would?

Hopefully after the show.

The weight of tears in lexi’s eyes were so heavy that it stung. It hurt to blink, felt difficult to think, and her lungs felt like they weren’t giving her enough oxygen. Tonight was supposed to be her special night, she received quite the applause after the first night of Oklahoma despite the underlying negative reviews from Cassie at first…all Lexi wanted to do was see you as she clenched onto the bouquet of flowers.

“Have any of you seen, y/n?” Lexi found herself asking her group of friends and her mother.

Lexi observed the looks that washed over her friend’s faces.

“Um, Lexi…” Cassie started, shifting from one foot to the other, her eyes glancing from their mother’s to her little sister’s.

Her mother shushed the girl as she tossed a arm over lexi’s shoulder’s leading her away from the group. Lexi could hear the chatter from behind, something along the lines of:

“Did she just say y/n?” Kat asked.

“Fuck, that’s sad.” Maddy added.

“If anybody should say something it’s our mom.”

“I hope she’s aight. That kinda memory is tough.” Fez commented.

“Shit happens, life is rough.”

“Damn rue, really?” Jules hissed.

Once outside Lexi glanced around the dark parking lot, still hopeful as her mother stood before her, rubbing her shoulders gently.

“You did fantastic tonight honey, who knew I had such a talented kid!” Suze grinned.

Lexi put on a faux smile, ‘you’d know that if you paid equal attention to your other child and not down a bottle every other hour mom. I love you but shit, That’s literally what I conveyed in the play.’

Instead she said, “thanks mom.”

Suze fanned her hands as she blew noise out of her lips, “of course. I’m always proud of you, Alexa. You’ve always had your head on straight, just watching everything until you let your mind do what you felt is right. Ever sense you came into this world, your eyes were wide open looking at anything and everything.”

Lexi’s heard this story before but she found herself listening yet again. She was appreciative when her mother took the time to share how she felt about Lexi since everything was always about her big sister, Cassie. Lexi always came second in the Howard household, so tonight felt so special. Yet there was a ache still forming in the pit of her belly. Like her organs were beginning to betray her just like before when the curtains closed.

“You okay, honey?” Suze asked concerned, watching as Lexi unintentionally gripped her stomach.

“I don’t know…I just suddenly feel bad?”

“Ah, it’s the rest of the jitters probably wearing off. You just gotta shit it out or let some gas out and you’ll be fine.” Suze waved her hand around making Lexi scrunch up her nose in disgust, “I know that feeling all too well with IBS.”

“That’s gross, mom! Not every stomach problem has to do with your IBS.” Lexi scoffed.

Suze laughed a little, “sure, sure.”

“…where is y/n? you didn’t save a seat for her? I kept checking to see if she was near you or cass?” Lexi shifted the bouquet to her other arm, who knew: roses, baby breaths, and Solidago’s could be oh so heavy.

Suze let out a low breath looking away from her youngest daughter. There was a shift in the air as the woman got quiet and Suze was hardly ever quiet…unless she was taking one of her many naps.

“Mom, what? Don’t tell me she’s still annoyed with that I said back stage? I can’t believe she would miss opening night!” Lexi huffed, “at least when we’re annoyed with each other we still show up and talk about it later.”

Suze gently said, “Alexa,” and she never called Lexi by her official government so Lexi knew this was suddenly serious, “y/n’s not here.”

“Well obviously…so where is she?”

“Honey…she died remember? On New Year’s Eve at the party you all went to. You were the one who found her out front.” Suze slowly informed.

Lexi immediately stepped back with a shake of her head, “no. No, mom. She was right here helping me write! If you’re trying to play some shitty prank on me right now, it’s not funny. I’m not laughing!”

Suze deeply inhaled, “I know I can be a lot sometimes as your mother but I would never lie to you about something like that. Not about y/n. Not with the love you shared for each other.”

“M-mom. How? How did I let this happen?” Lexi sobbed.

Suze gripped her daughter to her chest, “there was nothing you could have done, she was hurting and she saw no other way out. Don’t blame yourself, she loved you so much.”

Lexi couldn’t believe what was happening right now. How could she have forgotten something so traumatic? She’s faced a lot in her life when it came to never feeling seen, to having a best friend with a addiction, to her dad leaving them behind and choosing thieving and gambling over them all which led to her mom’s drinking problem, and she once had a best friend who made going through life somewhat less harder. And to hear that she was no longer here? What kind of fucked up tale was this?

This wasn’t the way the story was supposed to go!

“…I think we’ll get you back into that doctor soon.” Lexi heard after the buzzing in her ear seemed to block out what her mother was saying.

Lexi wanted to run but all she felt was the buzzing in ear taking over again, she felt herself pulling back from her mother and Suze caressed her face but once Lexi’s vision began to falter out along with her balance, she collapsed against her mother’s arms with her eyes still wide open, horrifying the woman who brought her into this world.

When Lexi gained her vision back along with her senses, she felt the plush of her bed and the lukewarm temperature of a wet rag resting against her forehead.

“Hey, you’re okay.” Cassie carefully sat Lexi’s feet.

Lexi was unsure how long her sister was there but she wasn’t overly thrilled to have her in her face right now.

“What happened?”

“Your vertigo took over, scaring mom half to—it’s scary when that happens, you know.” Cassie caught herself on her choice of her words, which made Lexi feel a smidge thankful. She didn’t want anything else triggering her.

Lexi remained slouched against her swirl pillowcase, “sorry I guess. I was not aware I suffered from that too. There’s apparently so much I’m not aware of these days…which isn’t like me.”

“Right,” Cassie rested a hand against Lexi’s covered knee, “We’re all still trying to figure everything out lex…including what’s going on with you.”

“Really…?” Lexi questioned but wasn’t overly convinced.

Cassie nodded, “well yeah, Oklahoma! told us what we needed to know. Hallie was definitely about me right?”

Lexi couldn’t help but to roll her eyes, “what gave that away? The blonde hair and d-cup boobs?”

“Fuck you.” Cassie laughed, “but seriously, lexi. I never knew you felt that way about our sisterhood…and Evangelina…well y/n.”

Lexi was too tired to dive into that part of Cassie’s sentence since she knew it would turn into an argument. Cassie tended to wear her heart on her sleeve but the minute someone had an opinion that didn’t match her own, she was on the defense, especially if it came from Lexi herself.

“What about y/n?” Lexi swallowed.

A soft smile appeared on Cassie’s lips, “well…you wrote her as grace’s archangel. I also love that you had the actor dressed in white without the cliche wings and ring above their head. Yeah, I picked up on that. That’s just what I gained from the play on that part, she always had this message for grace when issues would occur.”

“Wow,” lexi breathed suddenly plucking the rag from her skin, “I didn’t realize…I can’t believe it didn’t register…” she stumbled over her words.

Cassie kept a smile on her face, “I also thought it was wonderful to have Evangelina and grace share intimate moments without actually kissing. Although it seems like Evangelina wanted you—or grace to be with the other guy, the guy that’s rough around the edges…It’s cool to see the way you view intimacy.

“I don’t think the principal would have allowed any sex scenes. It’s probably not appropriate. and I’m not comfortable showcasing that shit to a bunch of immature horn dogs who don’t value love. There’s much more to sex than fucking to me.” Lexi rambled.

Cassie nodded, “right. Yeah no the intimate moments between each character was just enough and that’s okay. You’re not ready. You write what you know.”

“It’s not like I’m not capable of writing that…I just wanted the focus of Oklahoma! to be about the other factors of life. Something more.” Lexi explained.

“This play was about your healing process. I get that now. At first I was unsure and pissed at some scenes that felt too familiar since you tried to tweaked them but felt like you were trying to out me to Maddy.” Cassie told Lexi who frowned.

“I wasn’t trying to out anybody.” Lexi huffed, “it’s like you’re saying you get it but at the same time you don’t? I was writing about life, Cassie. young life and how it feels at times that you’ll forever be stuck in that moment. How situations feel permanent rather then temporary and clearly in some points, they truly are permanent.”

“And you just so happened to have hallie come clean to grace about her big secret?”

“It’s not much of a secret if you’re being sneaky and acting weird. From barely sleeping, to changing your looks, throwing yourself at a shitty guy to crying and puking on your best friend’s birthday. I just wish you could talk to me like Hallie did with grace, that’s all! But I’m glad you picked that up since everything is always about you!”

“I just said I liked the relationship between grace and Evangelina! And that I understood the play while also relating it to reality. God, if you’re only gonna sit around writing about other people’s shit, you should remember that your best friend or girlfriend or whatever the hell you guys were, died to probably get away from your delusions!” Cassie screamed, now standing at the foot of Lexi’s bed.

“Cassandra!” Suze screamed standing at the door with a bottle of ginger ale and saltine crackers.

Cassie’s eyes widened as she realized what she said and looked back at Lexi who was glaring at her with sea waves in her brown eyes, “oh gosh, Lexi! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that I just—

“How about you shut up for once, Cassie! Just leave me the fuck alone, you’re good at doing that right?”

“Girls. Everyone just needs to take a break and chill out.”

Cassie said nothing, deciding to step out of the room as Suze shook her head at her eldest before coming over to Lexi’s side. She placed everything on her night stand and caressed her face as Lexi turned to put her back to her mother.

“Oh honey.” Suze cooed as she climbed onto the bed beside her child, holding her as Lexi’s body shook with cries, “it’ll all be okay.”

“How?! I couldn’t even remember that one of my best friend’s is actually dead while the other just keeps playing with death!” Lexi sniffed, struggling to stop the cries that escaped her lips.

Suze pushed Lexi’s hair back as she breathed, “…read the note she left you, I think it’s time.”

Lexi lifted her head at that, “y/n left me something?”

“She wouldn’t leave without saying her final goodbye to her best girl…that wasn’t the way she rolled. You know that.” Suze told her daughter who didn’t bother to comment on her mothers terrible attempt at using lingo.

“…where is it?”

Suze dipped her head, pointing at the miniature dollhouse that rested in the windowsill. Lexi felt her body instantly relax at the house you made for her for her birthday last year. Out of the many years Lexi’s seen you work, she never asked for you to make her one or any of the crafts you did. The both of you always came up with something else to surprise the other with but the last birthday felt different. Like the universe knew something that the both of you didn’t.

Up Lexi went on her feet, slowly moving—almost tip toeing to the cottage home. A smile appeared on Lexi’s face as she always told you that she wanted to live in a cottage surrounded by a meadow somewhere, maybe Greenland. You always listened to her wants and needs even if you tended to over talk people when you got excited about something.

Her fingertips gently went passed the front open white doors. They felt around for what felt like a piece of paper and she pulled it out revealing tangerine paper, your favorite color. It smelled like you even with Lexi only holding it up to her eyes.

“Do you want me to stay?” Suze asked.

Lexi turned her head to the side, hearing her mother and shook her head gently.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”

Once the door closed, Lexi climbed back into her bed covering herself with her sheets as she rested on her back. With one hand she held the paper up in the dim of her room while the other ran over her matted sweaty hair.

“Go on, open it.” Y/n encouraged, sitting beside Lexi, perched up on her elbow.

The air felt cold on her end but the comfort of her voice was just enough to keep Lexi going.

Slowly she unfolded the paper but stopped, “if I read this, does that mean I won’t see you anymore?”

“Hey, I don’t know how this thing works. But there’s still pieces of me here with you…that’s gotta mean something right?” You replied.

Lexi scoffed, “so the afterlife doesn’t make sense just like regular life? Got it.”

Your laugh sounded much more melodic now.

Exhaling, Lexi unfolded the paper which read:

Dec. 27th, 2019(?)

Hey Lex,

We both know I’m not the writer out of the two of us but here’s my attempt at it anyways. I’m not sure what possessed me to write for you but my gut told me to and what do I always say about the gut? To always learn from it. It’s not a great feeling to ignore anything the body or universe is trying to tell you. So here goes nothing!

We’re getting to the end of the year and life is always moving so fast that we don’t even see it. We just live. As your best friend, I always loved the feeling of being beside you even with rue entering and disappearing on us like she does! You know that feeling of being the third friend that always has to walk on the side of the street of the sidewalk or right behind two friends? I never felt that with you, you are always patient and aware.

I LOVE that about you.

I see you for what you are and can’t wait for you to see yourself for what you are. That moment will be epic and something will get you there. Maybe your writing? I can see it. We never know what the future holds but maybe everything that’s handed to us currently, will eventually lead us to finally understand that it was all worth it. I hope wherever we are five-ten years from now we’ll be thriving, HAPPIER whether together or apart.

Eventually, eventually, eventually, eventually. I’m always rooting for you and we’ll get there if it’s the last thing we ever do. I love you lex! Here’s to eventually finding out what life is all about.

—Y/N ㋡

The letter was smashed to Lexi’s chest as her brows furrowed at your words. There were so many questions and so many things unanswered.

So she asked.

“What happened from the time you wrote this letter to New Year’s Eve?”

A cold touch ran over her skin, it was your touch and it should be warm but the reality was that it no longer was.

“You know where I come from: a philosopher for a father, a archeologist for a mother—who I lost too soon, and a hippie for a brother. I was designated to look at life differently. I was fine when I wrote that. Excited for you to read it whenever you would find it. But sometimes the a shitty feeling wins and it’s not something anyone could have—I don’t feel like this is the right term…but fix? I don’t want you to be mad at me lex…we’re all on borrowed time…mine just came early because of a bad feeling.”

“But I know I could have done something more! We were improving at communicating, we understood each other better than anyone—at least I thought…but I didn’t see this coming. I didn’t expect to find you laying there on top of that car…”

You nodded. “I know. Don’t think about my ending, there’s no use in that. Sometimes there just isn’t anything more, I found. All that matters is what you have now and what you choose to do with it.”

“So…I’m just supposed to accept that you didn’t see more for yourself? More for us? That it all had to end right there entering the new year?” Lexi was beginning to get frustrated with you or rather the ghost of you?

“Lex, I cannot tell you more than life is forever changing. We knew that the moment we both had growing pains at the same time or when we both got our periods for the first time on the same day—you during the day and myself as soon as the sun went down. We’re forever intertwined, just not physically anymore. You know this based on what your play showed, just open your eyes a little wider when it comes to us.”

Lexi inhaled, tightening her hold on the paper against her chest, “you were there…”

“Every step of the way.”

“I’m gonna miss you, you asshole.”

“I’m clearly not going anywhere just yet. Are we not cuddling in this very moment, Lexi love?”

Lexi sighed, “the only difference is you’re much colder now and my arm might just go right through you. Plus mom and Cassie are gonna think I’m a nut job whenever you decide to pop in for a chat.”

“I’m not fucking Casper! And trust the process.”

Lexi snorted as she repeated, “Eventually, huh?”

“Yeah, now you got it.” You winked, leaning your head against Lexi’s shoulder who felt the weight of you followed by the coldness. Lexi felt herself slightly shiver, until it subsided.

She knew that was your way of providing comfort without even saying.

“…did you enjoy the play? Would you compare it in anyway to the afterlife?” Lexi suddenly asked.

You breathed out a laugh not fully answering the question, probably within good reason, “did I!? I told you grace would be my favorite.”

“Yeah?” Lexi felt heat swirling to the apple’s of her cheeks, “I enjoyed writing Evangelina and seeing her come to life.”

“Really? Hm. I thought you would have picked the character that was inspired by fez.”

“Oh please,” Lexi rolled her eyes at your teasing, “I saw something in Evangelina that immediately made me a fan. I try time and time again to pick her brain while writing her and sure she’ll let you in a little…but angels always seem to talk in code with whatever message they’re trying to leave you with.”

You hummed once more.

“Maybe my death was the message.”

“I don’t know if I want to know what that message is. I don’t know if you sense this but this still fucking sucks.” Lexi was doubtful, as usual. The images of finding you flashed through her mind rapidly like a flash of a camera, the image of you felt all too much like Evelyn McHale.

Lexi squeezed her eyes shut trying to get rid of the memory like she’s unconsciously learned to do.

“I loved you. I’m so sure of it. I just wish we had more time.” Lexi found herself whispering and tears burning her vision again.

“In another lifetime we do.” You smiled.

Lexi sat up, “what? What do you mean?”

“Just look at Oklahoma! You’re not too far off…” you trailed off glancing upwards, “oh, apparently I can’t say anything else.”

“Wait you have to answer to…a higher power?” Lexi frowned.

“Yes. It’s not too controlling though,” You sat up too, gripping Lexi’s neck, “I know you loved me as much as I loved you. It was a pleasure being one of your best friends. To be loved by Lexi Howard, what an honor.”

Lexi shyly dropped her head down, biting down on her bottom lip. She wished she would have said it more to you when you were around, but with the domestic care you shared towards each other it felt like enough then. However lexi found words of affirmation was probably high on her list of how to be loved…and she realized she probably didn’t love you in the way you wanted to be loved. What was your language? Lexi had no issue leaving you little notes or sending loving texts before you saw each other for the day, she had a way with words when she wasn’t being awkward about it.

It should have been evident that the two of you were in love. Maybe everyone around already knew and if they didn’t, the play set the tone of your relationship…if you looked deep enough.

“Ah, There it is.” You smiled at Lexi who finally saw you in color instead of a grainy black and white negative, your form slowly blossomed into a soft peachy hue and Lexi felt like she could finally breathe (normally) in your presence.

Lexi exhaled, “what was that?”

Smirking you leaned towards Lexi, eyes flicking to her lips then back to her cautious brown doe eyes.

“I don’t know, something corny like happiness? You tell me Miss. Writer.” You placed your forehead against her’s, taking in a whiff of her warm vanilla, strawberries, and peonies scent before you laughed into her face once more, then a breeze washed over her frame, signaling your departure.

Lexi threw her hands up at the ceiling despite a smile breaking over her lips, “see this is exactly what I mean about talking in code!”

Shaking her head she threw herself back against her bed, eyes searching for the tangerine note, in which she placed a kiss upon before curling up onto her side and clinging it to her chest once more.

Closing her eyes, Lexi let herself drift off to sleep with the thought that eventually she’ll get it but somehow she was sure that it would all come together. Maybe when she awakes you’ll be right beside her again as she writes about it, pondering over the thought of the love she could give back to you.

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 3 years

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Insecure

Summary: Spencer and Reader are both a little uncomfortable with the idea of having sex

A/N: I firmly believe that dry humping shouldn’t just be for horny teens <3

Pairing: Virgin!Spencer Reid x Virgin!Fem!Reader

Category: Smut, Fluff

Warnings/Includes: cursing, smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, grinding, dry humping, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 1.9k

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“I may have asked you this before but I’m not actually too sure if I just thought about it or if I actually sent it so I’ll resend to be safe (I have Dory’s memory I promise I’m not trying to be pushy) But could you write a blurb about riding sub!spencer’s thigh bc he’s not sure if he’s ready to lose his virginity and he gets so worked up he cums in his underwear (idk if you’re comfortable with that so please ignore this if you aren’t no pressure at all just lots of love) xx

Hi Ellie! I'm a new anon to your blog and I have a blurb request about the grinding on spencer gif you recently reposted. Maybe y/n and spencer are "in the mood" but y/n has never done "it" before but she still wants to get spencer and herself off so they dry hump in their underwear because that's as far as she's comfortable with going. I'm sorry if this is worded weird I've never requested smut before. Also can I please be the 💜 anon?”

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It wasn’t like they’d done nothing. But there was something about sex that felt like such a bold step. He knew she was inexperienced too, which sort of helped ease his nerves whenever he thought about it for too long. He just hoped that the whole thing freaked her out as much as it freaked him out really, but he still just found himself a little too shy to say anything about it. Instead opting for awkward and abrupt ends to make-out sessions, or cuddles, or dates, for fear that it would spiral into something he wasn’t exactly ready for.

That didn’t mean he didn’t want to. In some paradoxical way it still turned him on, and whenever he’d leave and make a break for the bathroom in the middle of a make-out session on his couch he’d more often than not find himself with his hand around his cock, pumping himself to the thought of her. He wasn’t sure what was so intimidating about it to be honest.

But she never seemed to say anything about it, so he sort of thought he might be in the clear about the whole thing. Even though deep down he knew that’s not how relationships or communication worked. So he’s both surprised and unsurprised when he shows up at her front door with take out and she’s wearing a robe with what looks like little else underneath. A far cry from her usual comfy clothes that he’d grown so fond of.

“Hey Spence” she says with a nervous smile, and he just stands there dumbfounded, staring at her like he’s never seen her before.

“Oh— I— um, hi!” he mumbles out, forcing himself back to reality as she steps aside to let him into her apartment. “I brought food” he says, leaving it down on the coffee table and all of a sudden having no idea what he’s supposed to do with his hands.

“Spence, I wanted to talk to you about something” she says, looking almost as nervous as he does, bracing herself as she sits down on the couch and beckons him to sit beside her.

“What is it?” he gulps down the lump in his throat before he speaks, preparing himself for the conversation he’s been dreading.

“I don’t really know how to phrase this but, um, I don’t think I’m ready to have sex yet” she blurts out, her arms crossing over her chest, defending and comforting herself as she speaks, her eyes looking anywhere but his.

“That’s alright” he smiles, reaching out a hand and placing it on the side of her face, gently tilting so that she has to look at him, “Me neither”

Saying it out loud feels like a huge weight has been lifted from his chest, he feels lighter than he ever thought possible as she looks in his eyes and they’re filled with a similar ease.

“You’re not just saying that?” she asks, hopeful, and he shakes his head.

“No, god no! I’ve been so worried that you were going to get annoyed, or impatient, or freaked out by me. I just didn’t know how to tell you that I wasn’t ready for that yet. And don’t get me wrong, I do want to… eventually, and I think you’re so pretty, just not, now.”

“You have no idea how good it feels to hear that Spence” she lunges forward and pulls him into a tight hug, and his hands pull her in instinctively, spreading out against her back. As he feels the smooth satin beneath his fingertips he has a thought.

“If that’s what you wanted to tell me, then what’s this about?” he asks, pulling back so that he can cast his gaze over her robe again, lingering a little longer this time, letting his eyes trail along her bare legs that stretch out beneath it.

“I don’t know if this was a stupid plan or not. But I wanted to prove to you that I do still want to be with you. And just because I’m not comfortable with sex yet doesn’t mean I’m not comfortable doing other things with you?”

“Oh” his breath catches in his throat, maybe it’s nerves, or just anticipation but he can feel the heat rising in his face, “Like, um, like what… things?”

“You’re not allowed laugh” she says, taking her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment, and he smiles at her.

“Never”

“I know it’s a real ‘teenage’ activity but I thought we could both get off together if we dry humped?” his eyes go wide at her suggestion, because it’s perfect and he’s nodding before his lips can even think about forming words.

“Yes, yeah! That’s a great idea” and then she’s grinning at him and he’s grinning back before they’ve even really touched each other. “How do we start?”

She takes a moment to consider before speaking, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but maybe if you took off your clothes so we’re both in our underwear?”

“But you’re not—” before he can finish his sentence her hands have pulled at the tie keeping her robe together and it drapes open on either side, revealing the rest of her body clad in nothing but a white lingerie set. He has to force himself to start breathing again before he can do anything else. But once he does he’s standing up and making his way out of his clothes in an uncoordinated rush.

When he sits back down on the couch in only his boxers she wastes no time climbing into his lap, one leg either side of his thigh, her knee nestled in against his crotch. The pressure is immediate and he can’t stifle the moan that falls from his lips.

“Take this off baby” he moans, his hands coming up to push her robe off of her shoulders until she can shrug out of it, discarding it on the floor. “Fuck” he whispers at the unobstructed view, his hands ghosting along her sides with almost ticklish amounts of pressure.

While his hands are occupied and he's just a little distracted, she dives in to kiss him. Her lips a little rough against his from the excitement but he doesn’t seem to mind, opening his mouth in response to let her tongue in. They stay like that for a few moments, hands roaming over bare skin, tugging gently at hair, moaning against each others mouths.

It takes an embarrassingly little amount of time before they’re both desperate and aching, and she can’t help the way she grinds down against his thigh, resting her hands on either one of his shoulders for support.

“Does that feel good baby?” he asks when her lips break apart from his own to let out a gasp.

“Uh huh” she moans, her lips hanging open, soft and swollen from kissing his own.

“Why don’t you come a little closer?” he whispers, tightening his grip on her waist and pulling her in tighter so that her knee is pressed up against his bulge, pushing closer with each soft rock of her hips.

“Fuck” he whimpers, his head falling backwards to land on the back of couch, giving in to the overwhelming sensation. If it was ever possible for something to feel too good, this was it, he cursed himself for knowing it wasn’t going to last long. And then she started to kiss his exposed throat and he knew he was fucked.

His hands began to dig in tighter against her waist, both guiding her movements and letting out some tension. “You’re gonna kill me” he forces out as she begins to gasp and moan between the soft kisses she leaves along his neck.

“Sorry, it just feels so good” she chuckles a little as he tries to bring his head back up so he can look at her, admire her. She was always so beautiful, but somehow even more so like this. With her hair just a little messy, her eyes full of lust, her face and chest lightly coated with sweat in a way that made her look like she was glowing. It was all so perfect that he couldn’t be more thankful for his memory in that moment.

“Are you close baby?” he asks and she can only nod, her breath coming out in harsh pants as she tries to move her hips with some sort of rhythm. So he decides to concentrate his efforts on her in an attempt to slow himself down.

Holding her still with his grip he starts to move his thigh, alternating between shaking it so that it vibrates, and pushing it up in a very harsh and deliberate grid against her now soaking wet panties.

“Oh fuck, Spencer!” she whimpers, trying to steadying herself against his shoulders without much success. “I’m so close—uh—”

“Cum for me baby” he soothes while keeping his movements forceful until she’s almost doubled over on top of him, collapsing against his chest with a loud and desperate moan of his name. And he can feel the soaking fabric against his thigh and the idea that he’s the one that’s responsible for it has him throbbing.

But he waits. he waits for her to regain her breath and sit back up from her resting position against his chest. But she’s way ahead of him, and he can feel a hand pressing up against the fabric of his boxers, squeezing gently, but it’s more than enough stimulation to have him squirming.

“Shit Spence, you’re so hard” she groans, sitting up finally so that she can look at his blush covered face and neck.

“It’s ‘cause of you” he manages to mumble out as her hand begins to move, squeezing and pressing against his bulge, spurred on by each desperate little whine.

“Are you gonna cum baby?” she asks, her other hand coming up to knot in his hair, tilting his face so that he’s looking up at her, just in time to nod. And then he’s cumming, warm and messy inside of his boxers. Something about the feeling against her hand has her almost good to go again.

Spencer’s eyes close as he turns a brighter shade of red, his mouth hanging open in a little ‘o’ shape as he comes down from his high. When he finally returns to Earth to find her still perched in his lap he can hardly believe any of what’s just happened is real.

“So that’s what I was missing out on in high school?” he chuckles, his hands coming back up to graze her sides softly again as she smiles down at him.

“We’ll make up for plenty of lost time together. And we can take as long as we need.” she leans in and presses her lips softly to his. And even though he still didn’t feel comfortable with sex, he knew he felt comfortable with her.

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quindolyn · 3 years

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General Relationship Headcanons || James Potter

Request: “Please can you do a general relationship for james potter? xx” -anon

Word Count: 5,835

Notes: This is kinda slow burn, I’m a little sorry. The ones I did for Remus and Sirius were not canon so this won’t be either which is a little easier because no Jily. These keep on getting longer and longer, but part of that is because Jamie is definitely my favorite marauder.

Warnings: Smut, angst, lots of fluff, dom and sub James, momma’s boy Jamie

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You were something special

James had known that since he was 4 years old

It just took him a long time to realize exactly how special you really were

James Potter was an idiot

That would become increasingly apparent to him as he grew up

Your family and the Potters were great friends for as long as any of you could remember, meaning that you and James were practically attached at the hip

And who could blame you? He has such nice hips

The both of you are heart broken when he leaves for Hogwarts leaving you behind because you wouldn’t start until the following year.

All throughout his first year you guys write back and forth sharing every single detail of your respective days, down to the color of the plate you ate your lunch on

You can’t help but feel envious

There’s your best friend in the entire world, in fucking Scotland

Making new best friends

When the next year rolls around and you get to finally join James on the Hogwarts Express you want to hate Sirius and Remus

You really do

But how can you? They’re Remus and Sirius

You guys spend the entirety of the train ride laughing and talking and the other two boys tell you embarrassing stories from the year prior about James

When they hear your nicknames for him (Jamsie, Jamie, J), they make fun of him relentlessly

He calls you an assortment of cheesy nicknames too but his favorites, before you guys get together, are “Sweetheart”, “Sunshine”, and “love”

If you get sorted into Gryffindor James screams his head off for you, making room for you to sit next to him at the table in the Great Hall, opposite Sirius and Remus.

If you’re in a different house then James gets sad, really sad, like that night he cries into his pillow and Sirius has to climb into bed with him to give him hugs and tell him that its okay even if the two of you are in different houses. That doesn’t have to affect your friendship if you don’t let it.

The next day James would find you before you got to the Great Hall and engulf you in a hug in the middle of the corridor, not caring that there were people streaming past the two of you in either direction.

“We’re gonna be friends forever right (Y/N/N)?”

“I hope so Jamie.”

Even though you’re in different classes and potentially different houses you guys are around each other all of the time

You sit with him and the other boys at their place at the Gryffindor table

They sit with you in the library

And by the end of your first year you’re having sleepovers in their dorm

You sleep in James’ bed of course and Remus and Sirius do. Not. hesitate. To mock you relentlessly

“You and your girlfriend getting comfy over there Jamie?”

“Go to hell Siri, let me cuddle James in peace!”

These jokes continue through your years at Hogwarts and you and James take them in jest

As you guys get older the physical affection you share never dwindles

After someone made a crude comment in the hallway about the two of you he talked to you making sure that you were okay with the arms he would throw over your shoulders, the arms wrapped around you waist, the kisses to your forehead before he left the Great Hall for class, holding you in his arms in the Gryffindor common room as the two of you drifted to sleep.

You assure him that its okay, that its not weird because you guys have been best friends since forever and that you love how affectionate you are with each other

You don’t start to realize you feelings for James until he starts pining after Lily, you don’t know what you have until its gone, right?

Watching him stare at her in the Great Hall

Writing her little notes that even though he’ll go up and ask her out in front of everyone, which you’re not too fond of either, he’s too shy to actually give her

Listening to him go on and on about her, her hair, the cadence of her voice, the beautiful color of her eyes, how intelligent she is, and on and on

Sirius picks up on this instantly

And he does not hesitate to make fun of you for it all the time, obviously not enough for James to pick up on it because he’s a prick not a complete asshole, but still enough to make you blush uncontrollably

You can’t say anything to him though because he’s your James and there’s absolutely no way that he returns your feelings, you’re like a little sister to him

So, much to Sirius’ chagrin, you swallow your feelings and sit there by James, trying to listen to Remus as he tries to explain to you your Charms homework while James watches Lily on the other side of the Common Room laughing with Dorcas and Marlene

And a little piece of your soul dies

The summer between your third and fourth year, his fourth and fifth, you were excited to finally have your Jamsie back to yourself again.

It went without saying that the two of you would alternate between each other’s houses over the summer

There would be no Lily Evans to distract him

No exams to stress over

Just you and James at the Potter estate, exploring the woods that, in all honesty, didn’t change all that much from summer to summer, and swimming in the bioluminescent pond on the edge of the Potter property, simply floating next to each other on your backs, one of his hands grasping your forearm, making sure you didn’t float too far away from him

But apparently this year it didn’t go without saying.

Instead, a mere month before the end of the term, James regretfully tells you that he and his family are going to Spain for the summer to be with his aunt who lives there and he really wants to take you but its the entire summer and his parents nixed it

“I’m so sorry sunshine, I really want to take you but-”

“It’s okay Jamie, I get it if you could you’d take me, but you can’t so its fine. I’m not going to hold it against you.”

And you can tell that he’s genuinely upset about it but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt any less when you hug him goodbye at King’s Cross knowing that unlike years prior you weren’t going to see him in a few days.

You spend a good chunk of the summer wallowing, not necessarily because your crush isn’t there with you but because your best friend isn’t

James writes you every day just like he did during his first year at Hogwarts but its not the same because you can’t see him

You can’t hold onto his arm when you’re tired and set your head on his shoulder

So when September 1st rolls around and you finally get to see him again you’re down right giddy

But on Platform 9 ¾ you’re looking for a wiry, lanky boy, with a nose a little too big for his face, and a squeaky little voice

Not the 6 foot man who approaches you, with broad shoulders and budding facial hair along his jawline.

“Sunshine!”

Oh holy shit

His voice

He no longer sounds like a dog toy, a very cute dog toy but still

You must admit that you’re a fan of the change, as the word leaves his lips you imagine resting your head on his chest and feeling the vibrations as he spoke with whomever

Its not a single day that you’re back at Hogwarts before James is fawning all over Lily again and you’ve had enough of it

You’re not going to let yourself to keep on pining after a boy who doesn’t love you

Not even doesn’t love you

But loves someone else

Sirius finds you a couple weeks into the school year, sitting with your back against a wall in an empty corridor trying to hold in your tears.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I-I can’t believe I let myself fall for him. I’m an idiot Si!”

Sirius holds you in that hallway, rocking you back and forth while he murmurs to you that James is the idiot, not you, and that you deserve so much more than him

He helps you concoct a plan to get over James, he pitches to you going out on a date with someone else

Doesn’t have to be anything all that serious, just something to get your mind off James and remind you how hot you are, and how many people are lining up for you to give them so much as a moment of your time.

It doesn’t take too much on Sirius’ part to get you to agree to let him set you up

His name was Sullivan, he was in your year, a year younger than Sirius, with sandy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes

Sully, as he insisted you call him, took you for a butter beer at the Three Broomsticks

You had a good time, Sully was smart, and attractive, and you and he shared similar interests

And all though he was lovely, and he insisted you were too, the both of you agreed that you would be better off as friends

You spent more time with him in the following weeks and less with James, Sirius, and Remus

The latter two were very happy that you were trying to move on because watching you stare at James was a little sad

James is confused, and hurt, and jealous

Though he adamantly refuses to admit that last one

Instead he just watches you. All. Of. The. Time.

To the point where if it wasn’t James it would be disturbing

And even though it is him it gets touch concerning

Sometimes before you go and sit with the Marauders at their spot in the Great Hall you’ll stop by where Sullivan sits with his friends and give him a smile, talk for a few minutes before hugging each other and walking away

It made James’ blood boil

Who did this kid think he was, you were his best friend he didn’t get to just waltz in and take you, or Godric forbid date you

One day you’re sitting outside with the boys when you see Sullivan on the other side of the court yard, excusing yourself you walk up to him and chat for a couple minutes before Sullivan’s face goes pale and there’s a shadow looming over you.

James throws an arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side while extending his hand to Sully

“Hi, I’m James, (Y/N/N)’s best friend.”

James is standing there with you guys maybe 2 minutes, being the most passive aggressive petty person he could possibly be, dropping not so subtle hints about his distaste for Sully before he’s tugging you back to the tree where Siri and Remmy still are, their hands resting dangerously close to each other’s

“What the fuck James!”

He plays dumb because if there’s one thing James Potter is good at its being an idiot, but eventually he relents

“I just don’t like the way he looks at you, it's like he’s trying to get into your pants!”

You start cackling

Borderline manically

“You’ve got to be kidding me James we’re just friends!”

Sirius being the eternally helpful human being he was added in his two cents, “Maybe you’re projecting Potter!”

And the laughing stops

James goes beet red, you feel all the blood drain from your face before collecting yourself and murmuring a quick apology before racing off for the castle

You and James don’t talk for 2 days

It's the longest either of you have gone without some form of communication

You’re both so embarrased and you don’t want to hear James tell you that he doesn’t actually like you and that it was just Sirius being an asshole

Of course he would say this to make you comfortable but that’s not what it would do

It would crush you

You don’t have classes together so it's easy to ignore him there, and if you’re in separate houses it's even easier

Meals

Now that’s a different story

You can’t just eat somewhere else and the prospect of facing James after what Sirius said has you running for the nearest toilet

So you scrounge up what you can in the kitchen after meals

It kills James that he’s only seen you on the other side of the courtyard or disappearing behind corridors

You’re supposed to be his Sunshine, he can’t stand that you’re hiding from him, he misses you so much

And at first he’s a little angry when you don’t sit with them at meals, but after scanning the Great Hall, he realizes you’re not there

His stomach drops, have you not been eating?

So dinner the second night he collects a plate for you with all of your favorite things and determinedly sets off for your dorm, balancing a plate in one hand and a glass of pumpkin juice in the other

He has to knock on your door with his foot

“Jamie, what’re you doing here.”

He gently pushes past you letting himself into your room to set the plate and glass on your desk

“You haven’t been eating.”

And despite yourself your heart flutters, because he’s right you haven’t been eating as much as you should’ve not wanting to get caught in the kitchens you only swiped what you could easily get your hands on

But then you have to remember, it's because you’re basically his little sister, not because he reciprocates your feelings

“I’ve missed you Sunshine.”

And you lose it

“Stop! Stop it Jamie I can’t take it anymore, you can’t keep calling me Sunshine and Sweetheart and Love and cuddle with me on the couch and then turn around and declare your undying love for Lily fucking Evans. I can’t do it anymore! I like you, differently than you like me and I can’t do this anymore!”

Poor Jamsie has never felt like more of an absolute asshole

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t revel just a little bit in the look on his face, didn’t feel a little triumph that maybe he felt even a fraction as bad as you did.

He’s an idiot and he realizes it

You’re both very quiet for a minute before he walks up to you so that you’re a mere inch from him before he gulps and leans down to press his lips to yours

“I’m an idiot.”

“Yes you are.”

“But I’m your idiot, right?”

“Always Jamsie.”

It's not as though much changes between the two of you on the surface once you’re together

You’re a bit more touchy feely with each other, kisses usually pressed to foreheads or temples often find themselves brushing at the other’s lips

He holds your hand a lot more freely now and more often than not it will end up clasping your thigh under the table in the Great Hall, or after having pushed your chairs together in the library so they touched

When you curl up together in the Gryffindor common room his hands find their way under your shirt, lightly tracing the skin of your stomach, pressing kisses to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder

His arsenal of nicknames expands impressively

Angel, darling, beautiful, gorgeous, poppet, pretty girl, mine

And he’ll add the occasional my before the word “love”

You already slept over in their dorm room every other night before you and James got together but now it's more of a nightly occurrence

Especially the day before a Quidditch match, James insists that he sleeps with his lucky charm, says you keep him calm

You cheer the hardest for James at his matches, bar maybe Sirius

Even if you’re in a different house you sit with Siri and Remus in the Gryffindor stands and get all decked out in red and gold

Now that you’re his he has no problem with Sullivan, he trusts you and by extension he trusts the people you trust

You’re touched one day, early on into your relationship, when Lily comes up to you in the Great Hall and tells you that you didn’t have to tell James to tell her that he was sorry for being a prick and not taking no for an answer.

You don’t tell her this but you didn’t ask him to do anything

James is just a good person

He also has an abundance of money and little impulse control

He’ll buy you literally anything he sees that reminds him of you, or if he remembers you bringing up that you wanted or needed it

He likes buying you jewelry because you can wear it more often than you could say the same dress or blouse

That’s not to say that he doesn’t buy you clothes too, he has all of your sizes memorized and knows whether you wear normal/petite/tall

James Potter will buy you pads/tampons/whatever product you use

He’s a man not a little boy and he doesn’t give a flying fuck if someone makes fun of him for it

One day Lucius calls him out for it and Jamie is just not having it

“You have no clue where the clit is or what to do with it do you Malfoy?”

He’s always helped you through your periods so now that you’re together he’s just more liberal with his touch because he knows how much you love it

He knows how to do basic hairstyles and such because he watched his mom when he was a little boy and watch your mom do your hair too

If your hair requires special treatments and hairstyles he will write to your mom, asking for her to teach you because he loves your hair and wants to be able to help you, like imagine sitting in his bed while he puts braids in your hair following the instructions your mom sent him

Speaking of families when he tells Euphemia you two are together (which he does as soon as he leaves your dorm that night) she literally screams

Fleamont was worried that she was being attacked

But the next day at breakfast you get a letter from Euphemia stained with dried tear drops as she poured her heart out to you, telling you how much she loved you and that if her son ever broke your heart you were to go to her immediately and she would deal with him for you

The year you finally become boyfriend and girlfriend is the year you all become animaguses

James tries to argue with you, insisting that you shouldn’t do it because it's dangerous and he doesn’t want you getting hurt

Your rebuttal is that isn’t it just as dangerous for him? And if you’re not doing it neither is he and that leaves Sirius which just wouldn’t end well

He’s so proud of you when you transform for the first time, he gets so distracted watching you that he forgets where he is for a moment

That summer, unlike the one previous, you and James spend all of your time together

You spend the entirety of the holiday at the Potter estate doing all the things that you and Jamie used to do when you were younger, only this time its better

Instead of being childhood friends you’re each other’s

You can kiss him, and hold his hand, and he can lift up your hair to kiss the back of your neck

Euphemia lets you guys sleep in the same bed but before that she sits the two of you down and gives you the talk

“Now (Y/N), I don’t know if your parents have ever discussed this with you but if you two are going to be sharing a bed I think it's important we go over it.”

There’s so much blushing and whining from James

“Muuuummmm.”

One night you guys are lying on the floor of his bedroom wearing the absolute bare minimum because it was so hot and humid out when you pitched the idea of going skinny dipping

James is hesitant at first because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

But you insist that you’re fine and point out to him that it was you idea not his

Being the gentleman he is when you strip by the lake he looks away making you laugh

When you turn him to look at you his jaw drops

You’re even more gorgeous than he could’ve ever imagined

It's dark out but the light from the lake allows you to drink in your figure

He blushes so much you’d think that he was the one naked

When he does strip too he grabs you and jumps into the water, you guys are all over each other, running your hands up and down his chest, his hands are supporting your bum while your legs wrap around his waist

You have sex that night, for the first time, he was very gentle with you and holds your hand when he breaks you hymen and if you cry he kisses away your tears

“Do you wanna stop baby? Does it hurt too much? We can stop.”

James is one of two things depending on your preference

We have soft dom!James and sub!James

I personally appreciate a healthy mix of both

Starting with soft dom!James, he would be so gentle with you

Also very firm though, if you broke any of his rules he would not hesitate to punish you

He’s a thigh man through and through

Doesn’t matter if we’re talking dom or sub, the man lives for your thighs

Which makes his favorite form of punishment laying you across his lap to spank you, but most of the time his blows land on more of your thighs than they do your bum

He makes you count as he spanks you too and after every blow you have to thank him

“One! Thank you Daddy!”

And if you ever call him James instead of Daddy during sex he’ll stick his fingers in your mouth and make you choke on them, kissing away the tears that fall from your eyes, “S’okay baby, you’re okay. Can you do this for me? Can you take my fingers like the good girl I know you are?”

He loves taking you up against a wall, especially in the locker rooms after a Quidditch match

Shower sex is one of his favorites, thinks you look absolutely gorgeous, soaking wet and moaning for him, not to mention he get’s to fuck you up against the wall

This is the point in the headcanon where I urge you all to go read the blurbs by @randomoutsiders where Remus and Sirius teach James how to brat tame you, she captures his essence perfectly

He loves to blindfold you, he likes the little jump he gets out of you when he touches you

He gives you the most condescending mocking smiles

What comes to mind is the first time he makes you squirt, he’s so proud of both himself and you

“Good girl, look at that, look at how much of a mess you made for me angel. So pretty, good job.”

He then proceeds to lick the mess you just made off of you

He loves buying you lingerie

He likes it in a deep red and black

Loves ripping it off of you, absolutely adores it

After care with him would be so soft and sweet, he loves taking baths with you so he can clean you up and kiss all the places he left bruises while he murmurs to you about what a good girl you were and how proud he is of you

One night he tells you that if Godric forbid the two of you ever split up and you’re with someone else that after care is necessary and that you’re precious and deserved to be treated as such

He treats you like a goddess

Sub!James is just as precious

He’s also my current obsession so stick with me here

He’s just so eager to please, always wanting to make you feel good and not even caring all that much if he gets off himself

Just so centered around making you feel good

He calls you “Mommy” and I will not be accepting criticism

I feel like “Mistress” is too impersonal if that makes much sense

The former is just so intimate and James wears his heart out on his sleeve

James is rarely if ever a brat, usually when he’s disappointed in himself and he takes it out on you and you have to remind him how to be a good boy

And the rest of the time when he breaks a rule it's completely on accident and he’ll come to you and tell you about it to apologize

He feels so guilty, like he’s failed you

Especially if he touches himself without your permission, it's almost enough to keep him from doing it but he’s still a horny teenaged boy and can’t help himself sometimes

Most of the time though you’ll end up with a horny James knocking on your dorm door begging you to help him

He prefers giving you head than you giving him head

That’s not to say that the visual of you on your knees with his cock in your mouth isn’t appealing, it most certainly is

He just loves that he can make you feel that good with just his tongue

James also loves how you taste, tells you it’s better than candy

Which makes you smile like an idiot

Will finger you under the table in the library if you ask him to, it's not like he was paying that much attention to his homework in the first place, and even if he had been you are without a doubt more important

Loves it when you ride him

Absolutely adores it, he loves the way your tits bounce which is why he prefers cowgirl to reverse cowgirl because he can keep his hands on your tits and on your thighs

He asks you for a cock ring, loves that you get to decide when he gets to cum

Extra points if its a vibrating one

With his consent of course, you tie him up and make him watch while Sirius and Remus fuck the living day lights out of you, barely paying him any mind while you scream for the cocks of his two best friends

He likes being tied up in general allowed to look and only look

The first time you peg him he almost cries it feels so good

And you take his sniffling as a sign he doesn’t like it and that he’s hurt, he has to explain to you that that is not it and “You make me feel so good Mommy.”

His whimpers and moans are the most precious things and he’s very vocal

Screaming your name and begging you to cum

He is not shy to beg you

To cum

To make you cum

To get to so much as look at you

Baby boy has absolutely no shame

I especially like sub!James because he’s such a cocky asshole 90% of the time but he’s also the kindest, most considerate soul and he spends so much of his life helping others that sometimes he just wants you to be in control

Regardless of sub or dom James you were making out on his couch that summer, your hands in his hair, his fumbling with the clasp on your bra when there was a pounding at his front door

He makes you stay where you are because he doesn’t want you to get hurt but its just Sirius

Well not just Sirius

He was bloodied and broken and looked like he’d been to hell and back

When he told the two of you what happened, how he’d been disowned and had nowhere else to go, while Euphemia tended to his wounds James engulfed him into the biggest hug and they just sit there, Sirius crying into James’ chest while James ran his hands up and down Sirius’ back whispering to him about how it was going to be alright that he was safe, that no one was ever going to hurt him again.

About 2 or so hours after you’d all retired for the night, you and James snuggled together in his bed you awoke when the door to his room creaked open

There was Sirius, with tears streaming down his face, his bottom lip wobbling

After untangling yourself from James you walked over to him, taking his hand in yours and leading him over to the bed

“James, scooch over.”

“Huh?”

“Scooch!”

When he opens his eyes and sees his Sirius standing there, bashfully ducking his head he quickly moves over and you and Sirius settle into the bed with him in the middle

You and James pet his hair hold his hands while you tell him how much the both of you love him and how you’re never going to let anything bad happen to him again

You fall asleep that night with James spooning Sirius from the back and you with your body curled into Sirius’s front, his head resting on your chest

When you go back to Hogwarts you often end up in this position in their dorm room only add Remus into the mix

You’re a year behind all of them at school meaning that when they graduate you’re still stuck their for a whole nother year without any of them

And it nearly kills all of you

You and James most, though you write to each other every day it's still not the same as him actually being there with you

When you get particularly desperate to see him he apparates to Hogsmeade where he becomes Prongs and meets you in the Forbidden Forest where you basically just spend the entire time holding each other and telling the other how much you love them

He cries at your graduation, full on blubbers

“That’s my girl!”

Insists that you look better in your graduation cap than anyone else

Doesn’t relent when you tell him how ridiculous that is

You guys move in together as soon as you graduate, it’s barely even a discussion because you guys can always tell what the other is thinking

“Hey babe, do you wanna-”

“Yeah Jamie, when you wanna go look at apartments?”

He loves going shopping for your apartment, he has so much fun looking at color swatches and different fabrics

He insists that you guys decorate at least part of the apartment in Gryffindor colors

Wolfstar lives down the street from you guys and you have biweekly coffee dates together at a little coffee shop in between your two houses.

After a year or so you realise that you and James still aren’t married, and you get very self conscious

Does he not want to spend the rest of his life with you?

Does he not love you as much as you love him?

It completely eats you up

And James can tell that something’s up

When he asks you you confess your worries to him and his heart breaks

He never wanted to make you feel like he didn’t love you

Because of course he loved you

You were his everything, you were his Sunshine

After telling you all of this he goes rummaging through his drawers looking for something

That’s how you find him when you wake up to him accidentally dropping something results in a loud bang

“Jamie? Are you okay?”

When you find him he’s standing bashfully, blushing with his head down, his hands holding something behind his back

“James?”

And that’s when he gets down on one knee and pulls the small velvet box from behind his back

“This isn’t how I wanted to do it darling, but I spend every single day thinking about you, you’re the first thing I think of in the morning and I fall asleep with you in my arms thinking about how much I love you and how I don’t know if I could live my life without you. I’m so sorry if I’ve ever made you feel differently, I can’t believe I was enough of an idiot to ever hurt you, in any way. Even though I most certainly don’t deserve you, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive and marrying me?”

Euphemia plans your wedding with the help of Sirius

They go all out

There may or may not be a life size ice sculpture of you and James per Sirius' request

Married life is absolute bliss for the two of you

You wake up every morning with that ring on your bedside table (do people sleep in their engagement rings and wedding bands? I’m a child of divorce whose parents are both children of divorce, true love is a foreign concept) to remind you of the beautiful man beside you

Both sub and dom James go absolutely wild on your wedding night, he can’t believe your Mrs. Potter, that your his

Its that night that you pregnant

Though you don’t know it for almost 2 months

James is the best husband

He carries you everywhere, even when you’re not showing

And he can because fuck that man is strong

He’ll carry you upstairs at night and down them in the morning and to the sofa

You can only move by yourself when he’s not looking

James is really good at puzzles and putting things together so it takes him less than 2 hours to put all the furniture together for the nursery

Which he insists you paint yellow, the color of sunshine

One of the first things he buys is a little Gryffindor onesie for your baby

When he comes James has him in it all of the time

When you go into labor he’s very calm and collected

Euphemia is there to help the both of you because that’s the person he first called when you had your first contraction

He holds your hand the entire time, kissing you, and coaching you along, telling you how good you’re doing, how proud he is of you

He cries when he first sees his son, he’s so beautiful

Even though he’s basically the spitting image of James, Jamie swears that he looks so much like you

Once the doctors and nurses leave the room he climbs into bed beside you, throwing and arm over your shoulder as you cradle your little boy in your arms

“He’s beautiful Jamie.”

“Just like his mother.”

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years

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just something i bought ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 979

request?: yes!

@somsom13 “Hi could you do one where Colson the reader’s boyfriend is reacting to the TikTok leggings you bought.”

description: in which she decides to surprise her boyfriend with a pair of leggings that highlights her...assets

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, implied smut

masterlist (one, two)

“You should get them.”

I blinked out of my trance to turn towards my friend, who was giving me a knowing smile. We were having a girls day out shopping and whatnot, and I found myself looking at a pair of those leggings that got big on TikTok. You know, the ones that make your ass look great?

I never saw the hype in them. I partially thought it was all fake and they didn’t actually work. But here I was, looking at them, imagining them on me. Imagining Colson’s face when he saw them. His...other reactions. His hands pulling them off as he -

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “They probably don’t even work, it would be a waste of money.”

“You don’t know until you try,” she said, playfully nudging me. “Come on, imagine Colson’s face when he sees your ass in these.”

Oh, I’m imagining it.

I sighed deeply. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to buy them. It could be a fun experiment. Worse case scenario, they weren’t that great and they stayed in the bottom of my dresser drawer for the rest of time.

My friend clapped excitedly as I grabbed a pair in my size off the rack. She looped an arm through mine and led me to the cash, despite the fact that we had barley looked at even half the store.

“$10 says he takes them off of you the moment he sees you.”

~~~~~~

The moment I got home, I changed out of my jeans and into the leggings. They clung tightly to my body, but they felt quite comfortable. I examined myself from every angle in the full length mirror in mine and Colson’s room. With the sweater I was wearing - one of Colson’s that was oversized on me - it fell at just the right place to cover my ass. But once I pulled the sweater up...

“Okay,” I said to myself. “My ass looks fantastic.”

I heard the front door open downstairs, followed by Colson’s voice calling, “(Y/N), babe, I’m home!”

“Hey babe!” I called back. “I’ll be down in a second!”

I heard him move towards the kitchen, which probably wasn’t the best place to be when he saw the leggings, but the thought still excited me.

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Colson was stood with his back to me, pouring himself a drink. I crept up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I stretched to kiss the back of his neck, which was the highest I could reach even when I was on my tip toes.

“Hey you,” I said. “How was your day with Casie?”

“It was great!” he said. “She’s getting so good at volleyball, she can kick my ass easily. How was your day?”

“It was pretty good. Bought these new leggings.”

I let him go so he could turn and look at me. Upon seeing me in his hoodie, a bright smile spread across his face.

“They look comfy,” he said. “They really compliment my hoodie that you’re wearing.”

I giggled. “They compliment something else, too.”

I pulled up the hoodie and turned to give him a full view of my ass. As I imagined, his eyes widened and I saw his Adam’s apple move as he gulped.

“Whoa.”

“They’re cool, huh?” I said, a tearing smirk on my face.

“Cool is one word for it,” he said.

He reached for me. I let him pull me into his arms. His hands immediately found their way to my ass, giving it a squeeze as he pressed my hips into his. I couldn’t stop the slight whimper that escaped my lips as I felt his bulge press against me.

“You know,” Colson started, “Casie is gone to Emma’s for the night and no one should be making any surprise visits.”

“What, you can’t make it to the bedroom?” I teased.

“I probably could, but I would love to see these leggings on the living room floor right now.”

In response, I took his hand and led him to the living room.

~~~~~~

Some time later, my head was on Colson’s chest as we both tried to catch breaths. As promised, my new leggings were discarded somewhere on the floor. Probably under the pile of our clothes since they were the first thing to come off.

“Where did you get those?” he asked.

“Some store we visited,” I replied. “They’ve gotten really big on TikTok lately because they enhance your ass or something, so people keep buying them to make videos about them. I’ve been skeptical, but turns out, they do work.”

“They definitely make your ass look good, but your ass is nice anyways.” As if to prove his point, the hand that was wrapped around me snuck down to squeeze my ass cheek. “I quite like the leggings, though. You should wear them around the house more often.”

I chuckled. “They’re so comfy, maybe I’ll wear them to the gym too or something.”

He positioned his head so that he could glare down at me. I laughed and kissed him on the cheek, instantly earning myself a smile from him.

Silence filled the air again as I returned my head to its position on his chest. I was glad I had decided to purchase the leggings after. Even if I used them this one time, they were worth the money. I was confident in my body anyways, but seeing how the material of the leggings made my ass look made me feel even more confident. I definitely needed to thank my friend for convincing me to buy them.

That thought caused me to gasp and sit up quickly. Colson watched me in confusion as I leaned down to search through the hoodie pockets for my phone.

“I owe (Y/F/N) $10!”

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years

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Okay, so I’ve read several Obey me boys react to a sick MC hc’s/fic but normally MC has a simple cold or fever and after watching the episodes “Suds” from Spongebob, I decided why not amplify that shit? :D (It’s more of a crack, angst, and fluff)

I’d like to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to a sick!MC BUT they are gravely ill; I’m talking sunken eyes, raspy voice, vomiting after every meal, hella frail, and they just look like walking death. To make matters even scarier, MC’s eye or arm would fall off while they’re trying to calm the panicking bois.

MC: I’m fine, it was just a cough ☺️ *eye falls out* Don’t worry about that 🙂 *puts eye back in*

What makes it hurt even more is that MC’s been overworking themselves with RAD, helping the brothers, and trying to survive the Devildom to not even worry about their health. Literally demons that would ignore/threaten MC became concerned for the new human. It doesn’t help that MC just wants to help others so damn bad. If the illness strains their legs to the point of them being unable to walk, that’s not gonna stop them from physically pulling themselves to where the brothers are to help them, noodle legs and all.

MC:*is on Death’s doorstep but hears the Brothers talk about a problem in the kitchen*

Lucifer: Beel, don’t eat the jar of you can’t open it-*damn near chokes on his tongue when he sees MC dragging their body to the boys and they look even worse than usual*

MC: I can help :D

I’m messed up for such an idea and I understand if you don’t wanna do it or don’t feel comfy with it. Something about seeing these bois become hella protective and worried for MC makes my heart happy 😭

No, I would love to do it, but MC puts her eye back!? Is she a zombie? (Maybe that is a different headcannon/AU for a different day...)

I looked up the Suds (disease) forum on the spongebob wiki and it said it was the cold with extra symptoms. So MC has an extreme cold! One that makes their eyes pop out and their arms fall off... with a dash of "I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms, at night I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep."

I am stuck on how to make this a headcannon set, so these are going to blurbs of little interactions the brothers have had with a gravely ill!MC

This was really fun to write and kind of what I needed to day. I hope you enjoy this and let me know if this isn't right so I can fix it!

TW: Mentions broken bones, falling out eyes, and pulling off arms

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Brothers Reactions to a Gravely ill MC

💙 Lucifer and Beel ❤-

Lucifer has been going around the House most of the morning taking care of his Brothers in MC's stead. MC woke up with a terrible pounding in their head and he knew that they just needed to rest by how pale their skin was. Yet it was difficult for him to manage his brothers without them. Especially when it came to Beel and his appetite.

"Beel please do not eat the entire jar of peanut butter."

"But it is faster..."

"No it isn't, you just think it is-"

Lucifer stops his scolding as he hears smacking coming from the hallway. Both brothers look toward each other before slowly approaching the doorway.

There, pulling themselves by their hands across the dirty floor is MC. Their legs are twisted in a painful way behind them.

Immediately the pair run over with Beel picking them up in his arms and Lucifer inspecting their legs confusedly.

"MC, how did you do this?" Beels voice is lace with concern.

"Oh. I rolled off my bed and they ended up like that. I wanted to come and see how you were doing!" A smile fills their face as they stare at the two perplexed demons.

"Is there a way to fix something like this?" Lucifer face is filled with confusion.

"Oh yeah! Beel, set me down in the chair." The two brothers then watch as MC snaps their kneecaps back into place before beginning to giggle and swing their legs.

"See! All better! They are still a little too weak for me to walk though."

The two glance at each other completely disturbed.

Lucifer swallows the lump in his throat and eventually speaks up, "I didn't know human illnesses were so... brutal."

💚 Satan, Levi 🧡 and Belphie 💜 -

Satan, Levi, and Belphie were given some very important jobs. They were told to feed the sick human, give them medicine, and make them sleep. They were also supposed to help the human stay comfortable so there wouldn't be any incidents like this morning.

"Let me fix your pillow, MC" Satan reaches around gently fluffing it while they lean forward.

"You guys are so sweet, but you really don't have to do this. I am fine! Seriously!"

"I'm not so sure about that..." Levi as WI concern as he hold up a spoonful of soup to MC's mouth.

MC opens their mouth and hums in satisfaction as they taste it.

"Lucifer said there were some... complications... this morning and you need to be watched over. So we are here if you need anything." Belphie's voice is soft sleep as he speaks. His head rests on MC's lap as they card their fingers through his hair.

"Whatever you- Achoo!" As MC sneezes their hands cup in front of their face. When they remove them their eyeball sits in their hands.

The shock of the sneeze wakes Belphie and he sits up.

"AHHHH" Levi jumps back dropping the soup on the ground.

"What are you screaming about Levia-" Satan looks to Levi to see him pointing at MC's hands when he looks down he sees their eye staring back at him and he pales.

"Ugh, I got hair on it again." MC begins to pull off a hair as Belphie finishes rubbing his eyes and sees for himself what the commotion is about.

"Oh no. MC, I don't think this is normal." Belphie's voice is soft as he looks to MC's face.

"No, it's fine. See." MC then proceeds to pop their eye back in and the three watch in horror as it spins around until the iris is facing forward once again. All the while MC is smiling.

"This can't be a normal human disease." Levi says as he holds himself back from vomiting.

💛 Mammon and Asmo 💖 -

Asmo had offered to take care of all of MC's hygiene needs while they got better. He had thought it would be some good alone time with them. Sadly, he was interrupted when Mammon had insisted on helping bathe MC. Now MC sits in a warm bubble bath and Mammon and Asmo sit on the rim of the tub helping scrub MC arm and hair respectively.

"You both are so sweet for doing this. I would have been fine taking a shower after I got better." MC smiles quickly at Mammon and then up towards Asmo.

"Well I couldn't have you sitting in your own filth! Even though you look amazing all the time, a nice bath can relax your aching bone and make you feel better." Asmo has a chipper tone as he grabs some water from the bathtub to rinse out the shampoo.

"Yeah. Besides I couldn't have Asmo here doing it by himself. I didn't want him takin' advantage of ya in this state." Mammon grumbled as he gently tugged on MC's arm while scrubbing.

"I would never take advantage of them, Mammon. I am not some scumbag like you." Asmo's voice got louder as he began to scrub harder.

"I ain't no scumbag! Tell him MC!" As he speaks he tugs a little harder and the pair he a tear as MC's arm comes off at the shoulder. MC winces at the sound.

"Mammon, what did you do to my precious MC!?" Asmo clings to MC's head trying to pull them as far away from Mammon as possible.

"Nothing! I wasn't pulling that hard! Was I MC? I thought I was being gentle?!" Mammon's voice is frantic as he still holds MC's arm.

MC snatches the arm back before saying, "Calm down. Both of you. It's fine."

With a loud popping sound MC pushes their shoulder back into place. They sigh in relief and swing their arm to make sure the limb still works.

"There we go. You don't know how cold your shoulder bone gets without an arm attached to it."

MC then ducks their head below the water rinsing the rest of the shampoo out. While the two demons sit there completely dazed.

So that is what Lucifer tried to warn them about.

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Calling Home (5) | Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues…

Rating: E (18+ only)

Warnings: age gap (legal), dilf!frankie, praise kink, voice kink, size kink, low self esteem, discussion of addiction/ptsd/trauma/triggers, divorce drama, no use of y/n, no beta reader, DDLG🎀, unprotected piv sex, oral m and oral f, hickies galore👅, mild BDSM (cuffs⛓, choking).

Masterlist here

AN: Whatta ride... but all things come to an end🥺. i'm blown away by the support for this fic. Thank you all 💕.

Chapter Five

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Frankie had his own mental list of stuff he needed to do before you would arrive. He dunged out his closet to make room for your clothes. It was long overdue. He had a lot of things he didn’t wear anymore that needed to go. He went out and bought some more plates and silverware since his two plates and Rosie’s plastic plates would not do. He no longer looked around his home with a sense of loneliness, now he pictured all the places you could fit in. He could see you reading by the window in the living room so he bought a comfy new chair to put there. He noticed your small plant collection in your apartment and thought you’d maybe like a bigger one in the back yard so he bought a planter box.

He was reading your novel, titled Our Little Kingdom, while your candle burned. You didn't give it to him at first. While you were in the bathroom and Frankie washed your dishes, he noticed a stack of papers poking out in the trash. It was your manuscript. When you came back and saw him reading it you tried to take it back but Frankie insisted and you caved. It was good. Frankie wasn't just saying that because he loved you. He could see how great writers had influenced you and still it was uniquely your voice. The story, too, was compelling. He couldn't help but imagine you as the protagonist as she was just as sweet and clever.

You were making good progress on your list. You had put in your two weeks notice and started to applying to jobs in Miami. You enjoyed working with veterans so you hoped you could do something similar again. As two weeks went by you were disappointed you still hadn't heard back from job interviews. Packing was a little more difficult. You didn’t know what was worth taking and what was worth leaving. You knew Frankie had most everything already so it was a matter of picking your most special things. The rest you were slowing taking to Goodwill in batches.

You had completely forgotten you sent your book in to publishers until a flurry of emails came in on the same day.

Frankie woke up in the middle of the night to his phone ringing. He sat up pulling the phone towards him. It was you. Why would you be calling so late? Maybe something was wrong?

“Frankie?” You sounded congested. He heard a sniffle. Frankie furrowed his brow at that.

“Hey. Is everything all right?”

“ They-they-“ you could barely get it out “they rejected me.”

“Who?”

“All of them. All of the book agencies.” You threw yourself onto your bed, hot tears running down your face.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, sweet pea.” Frankie didn’t know whether to be sad or angry. He thought your book was amazing. He sat up and flicked on the bedside lamp. “They’re idiots. Every one of them.”

“They’re experts, Frankie.” You felt more tears leak from your eyes. “Maybe I’m just not a good writer. Maybe-Maybe-" You hiccuped and low cry slipped from your mouth. You covered your mouth, taking in raking breaths. It was agony to admit this to him when he believed in you most. You felt like you had let him down. Frankie's heart literally ached in his chest as he listened to your quiet weeping over the phone. He waited for you to continue, feeling his own eyes grow misty.

“Don’t disappear on me, little pea. Let me hear that voice of yours.”

You were unable to speak. Scared of what may come out. You felt like your walls were closing in around you and mocking you. How did you ever think you could be a writer like all your favorite authors? You were so stupid, you thought.

“I let you down.” You said shakily.

“No no no, little pea.” Frankie said quickly. “You could never let me down. I don’t need to a book agent to tell me you’re a good writer. I know you’re writing is beautiful and perfect. Just like you.”

His praise caused another wave of tears from you.

“Daddy…” You bawled.

“I hear you, baby.” Frankie heard his own voice shake with emotion. He never hated the distance more than he did in this moment. He needed to wrap you up in his arms. “Close your eyes, sweet pea. Use that big imagination of yours. Pretend I’m there with you.”

“Imagination isn’t good enough, daddy.” You blubbered, fat tears slipping from your eyes.

“I know, baby.” Frankie’s heart was breaking. “But try for me okay?”

You clamped your eyes shut and tried to focus in on his breathing on the other end of the phone. Frankie did the same, closing his eyes.

“Good, sweet pea. Focus on daddy.” He wished he was there to comfort you, wrap you up in his arms and shield you from the cruel cruel world. “I’m next to you. I’m holding you so tight.”

“Hold me tighter!” You begged holding your pillow pet to your chest.

“Okay. I just did.” Frankie whispered closing his eyes as if it would be more real. “Feel that?”

“Yeah…” A moment went by as you steadied your breathing. Tears eventually stopped falling, drying against your cheeks. Frankie’s steady breathing anchored you.

“I loved your book. It was really really good. And fuck it, I’ll publish it myself.” Frankie couldn't help but raise his voice.

“Silly.” You sniffled.

“I’m serious, sweet pea. Who needs those stuck up assholes.”

“Hmm yeah, you’re right.” You agreed, voice softening with sleepiness. You pushed your face into your pillow. You could still smell Frankie if you really focused. "I miss you, Frankie."

"I miss you, too."

"I still haven't heard from any jobs. And- maybe I'm just not good enough and-" You felt more tears fill your eyes.

"Shhh shhh" Frankie interrupted "Listen to me. You are the best. The right thing will turn up i'm sure of it."

"But it's the only thing left on the list!"

"I know..." Frankie pulled over your copy of the list that you wrote for him. He had crossed things off as you reported to him. "Let's see if they get back to you tomorrow." Maybe he was being too hard on you, making you get a job first. He only wanted to put it on there to give you some independence over the move. He didn't want you to feel like you had nothing to do once you got here.

Frankie waited until your breathing evened out. He called your name quietly. When he got no response he assumed you fell asleep. He didn’t want to hang up. He missed you so fucking much and he felt helpless.

When he woke up the next morning, he said goodbye to Rosalia as usual, called in sick, and started driving north. Fuck the list. You were coming home with him now.

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Of course Frankie called you telling you he was on his way. You felt bad for making him miss work but your excitement overpowered any guilt. You set a timer for 14 hours and started packing with new energy. Your eyes were still puffy from your tears last night. But you repeated what Frankie said like a mantra. Who needs those stuck up assholes. There were tons of ways to self publish nowadays. It didn’t have to be through a publishing house.

When you ran out of things to clean up and pack, you watched out the window waiting to see Frankie’s blue pick up. You had changed into sleep shorts and a t shirt. While you had a plan to dress more sexy you ended up accidentally packing that surprise in one of the boxes earlier today. It was getting dark when Frankie finally pulled up. He looked exhausted but still… Frankie. He was wearing his favorite hat and grey t shirt. You ran down to the street to meet him. He’s pulling empty boxes from the bed of the truck when he sees you sprinting towards him.

“Sweet pea!” He smiled as you launched yourself into his arms. “Oof.” You buried you face in his shirt inhaling his scent. He rubbed your back affectionately enjoying having you back in his arms. “Aw… it’s okay. It’s okay now.” He murmured when he heard you sniffle. He oddly felt his chest swell with pride at how much you missed him. He never had to worry about how you felt about him. He peeled your head off him by stroking your head. You looked up at him with a watery smile. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

You snickered at his dad phases. “I’m ready. Well… I still have some stuff I need to pack up. Too heavy.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” Frankie kissed you chastely. You pulled him in for more though, fisting his shirt in your hands. “Mmm no no. Work first. Play later.” Frankie pulled back. You pouted but have to agree with his logic. The faster you packed the faster you could leave.

Back in your apartment Frankie got to work taking apart your bed and dresser. You finished packing your clothes and dusting.

“Hey what’s this? It was under the bed.” Frankie walked over holding a gift bag with pink tissue paper sticking up.

“Oh…” You quickly grabbed it away. “That’s supposed to be a surprise. For Rosie.”

“You got her a present?” Frankie was touched by your thoughtfulness.

“Yeah I mean… I figured it might make her like me more.”

“She already likes you, but she can never have too many toys.” Frankie stepped further into your space. You realize at that moment how sweaty he was from moving all the furniture. It was so late at night and you were both exhausted but the sudden rush of his thicker smell made you feel wide awake. “Can I see what you got her?”

You handed the package back over, watching him gingerly move the tissue paper to the side. His eyes softened when he saw the pink unicorn pillow pet sitting in the bag. A mini version of yours.

“Am I too presumptuous making us matching? I don’t know if she likes unicorns and-" Frankie cut you off, dropping the bag and kissing you up against the wall. He wasn't even sure what part of that turned him on, just your sweetness and wanting to be a part of his family. He held your face in his hands, his grip forcing your mouth open. You felt yourself start to grow wet. You loved when he just went caveman on you. Sometimes he didn’t have the words to express how much he loved you so he reverted to touch; to deep kisses and deep thrusts. His hands trailed down your exposed legs so he could lift you up on his hips. You held onto his shoulders as he swung you around. The bed was gone, the couch was gone.

"Fuck. Hang on."

You laughed as he ran you out to the kitchen to set you down on the counter. You pawed at his pants trying to undo his belt, but Frankie was faster, unhooking your bra from under your shirt and then pulling your shirt over your head. He took your hand and placed it over his large bulge between his legs.

“Feel what you do to me…” He gritted through his teeth his chest rising and falling sharply.

 “Frankie- oh my god-please let me” You pulled he belt loose. At first he stops you. “I didn’t get to last time. Please?” He bit his lip considering your plea. He really just wanted to give and give and give to you. But he had been mean last time, not letting you touch his cock. So this time he doesn’t stop you as you unbutton his pants and pull him out of his boxers. You licked your lips as his cock fell into your hand, curving up towards you.

You hopped off the counter, getting onto your knees before him. “Take off your shirt… please?” He obliged. You kissed down his belly feeling it tighten against your lips. He watched you with fire in his eyes, his mouth slightly parted. You pushed the rest of his pants and boxers down. You stroked him slowly with both hands.

“You have to tell me what you like…” You held his cock and licked a long stripe from the base to the head making him moan weakly. You repeat the motion adding a few kitten licks at the end, lapping up the stray drops of salty precum. Frankie was struggling to think let alone speak. He gripped the countertop above you, his other hand going to the back of your head.

“Just- go slow.” You followed his instructions, slowly taking his length in your mouth. “Good-good girl.” He clenched his jaw staring down at the sight. Your hot mouth felt like heaven and your innocent eyes staring up at him was just the cherry on top. You took his dick as far as you could before you choked lightly. You were by no means an expert at giving blowjobs but you were frustrated you couldn't go further. Your jaw was already aching from his girth.

“Mm don’t hurt yourself, baby.” He hissed unable to hold his hips still, he jerked a little against you making you whine. “Come back up, remember to breathe.”

You slowly pulled off his cock before going down again. Frankie’s hand on your head gently guided you so you didn’t hurt your throat. You added suction, applying pressure on the underside of his cock. You started to find what he liked based on his sounds. You still couldn’t take him all the way in your mouth, tears gathered in corner of your eyes from the effort. Your hand pumped the rest that wouldn’t fit.

“Oh fuck.” Frankie gasped his hips jerking again making his cock slide back into your mouth. You moved one of your hands to his hips looking up at him to say it was okay. “Are you-you want me to fuck your mouth, sweet pea?” You nodded eagerly. You put one of you hands on his length where he wouldn’t fit. He gathered up some of your hair in a makeshift ponytail and slowly thrust into your mouth. Like he always did, he waited for you to nod and give him the okay. When you did, he couldn’t help the growl that left his throat. Drool leaked from your mouth onto your chest as he sped up using your head more forcefully. You were sure you had soaked through your panties. It turned you on so much to see him take control, use you for his pleasure, but still his grip on you was firm and gentle. Every grunt went straight to your pussy. “Such a good girl letting me use this hole, too.” He rasped. “You’re crying around my cock.”

“Mmhm” You hummed around his dick making him groan. He was close. He was battering the back of your throat. You could recognize the furrowed brow and the tightening of his balls. You intensified your ministrations.

“Good girl, good-I’m gonna cum in your little mouth.” He pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. “Stick out your tongue, sweet pea.” He ordered. You obeyed, watching greedily as he fisted himself harshly the tip of his cock hitting your tongue. You placed your hands on either side of his tummy, anticipating his load. His chest was flush and his eyes were fluttering shut. When he came he yanked your head up harshly as cum splashed onto your tongue. You loved this perspective, watching his face contort with pleasure. You tried to take every drop but some dripped down your chin. “Swallow.” Frankie ordered roughly still maintaining his grip on your head. You swallowed, his warm cum sliding down your throat.

“Thank you, daddy.” You smiled up at him, wiping some of the stray cum off your chin. He let go of your hair, now stroking your head then your jaw. “Did I do well?”

“So good.” He chuckled and helped you stand, his breath still ragged. You squirmed pressing your thighs together. The move not missed by Frankie. “Did sucking my cock make you wet, sweet pea?”

You nodded shyly before saying “It’s okay though. You don’t have to-it’s late and we have a long drive tomorrow.”

“You’re always looking out for me but what kind of man would I be if I left you all needy. But you have to ask for it, sweet pea.”

“I kinda just want your mouth if that’s okay?” You asked feeling too tired for a full round of sex.

“Of course.” Frankie smiled. “Your mattress is still in the bedroom.” He led you in and helped settle you on the center of the mattress. He pulled your shorts and underwear off, staring at your slick reddened pussy. "You soaked your little panties, sweet pea. Did you touch your little flower while I was gone?" Frankie asked, pulling apart your legs.

"I-I tried to. But it wasn't the same."

"How come, little pea?" His patronizing tone had your cunt clenching. He was teasing you.

"It wasn't your fingers. I needed you." You huffed, trying to push his head down onto you.

"Mmm poor thing." Frankie chuckled, the rich sound giving you goosebumps. He felt his cock start to harden again despite you just sucked the soul out of him moments ago. He slowly licked up your slit moaning at the taste of you. Your head tipped back as he he slowly inserted a finger into you. "Eyes on me." He instructed. You forced your head back down so you could make eye contact. "Play with your tits for me." You obeyed, squeezing the flesh in your hand. He returned to his task, taking your clit in between his lips, quickly escalating your climax. Your hands never stood a chance. He inserted a second finger, curling it against you. They were so thick and long it hit that spot deep inside you it made you gush.

"Oh my god. Daddy-I'm-" You teetered on the precipice your breath caught in your throat. Your entire body erupted in flames as your mouth open in a silent scream. Frankie's eyes widened as your pussy strangled his fingers before fluttering uncontrollably. Your cum dripped onto his hand, he quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue trying to catch it all.

"That's it." He felt you finally take a shaking inhale. "Breathe, sweet pea. Breathe." Exhaustion hit you hard as every muscle relaxed.

"I'm sleepy..." You slurred.

"It's okay. You can go to sleep." Frankie leaned up kissing you, smearing your slick all over your mouth. He returned to licking your pussy less aggressively though. "I got you."

You nodded before drifting off.

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The next morning you dump the last of your stuff at goodwill, packed the truck, turned in your key, and hit the road. You were bouncing in your seat with excitement. You hadn’t ever traveled south of DC. The landscape was beautiful. You and Frankie took turns driving, belting Fleetwood Mac on repeat. You forced Frankie to take obligatory selfies to remember the journey at rest stops or whenever the view was worthy. Over halfway to Miami you paused at a rest stop for a quick nap. Frankie was anxious to get you home and he didn’t want to stay put for too long. He was used to long drives and quick naps, but you weren’t. He didn’t want to exhaust you because there was so much he wanted to show you when you arrived. You laid across the backseat of the truck with your head in Frankie’s lap as the sun was going down.

In the early morning Frankie finished the drive. His own excitement increased when he was back in the city. You had your head nearly sticking out of the window looking at everything. You couldn’t believe how sunny and warm it was here. Frankie turned down a residential street. “Almost there.” He said. You buzzed in your seat.

Frankie made one last turn into a driveway. You instantly got warm feelings looking at the house. It was painted seagull grey with white trim. It was wonderfully symmetrical with two windows on the first and second floor with window boxes outside the first floor window. The front yard was nicely mowed.

“Your house is so cute!” You hopped out of the car, your legs enjoying the chance to stretch. The air smelled slightly salty being so close to the beach. The sun felt wonderful on your skin. You could have laid down in the grass and just fallen asleep.

Frankie showed you around his house with your hand in his, pointing out random things of importance in his giddy state. You followed him around with bright adoring eyes. Despite looking forward to this moment for a while, you barely looked at anything except for him. You could care less about where the tile for the fireplace came from. You didn’t remember Frankie’s story about how Will messed up his back moving in Frankie’s couch in because it was hitting you over and over again that you were home with Frankie. You didn’t pay attention to the story behind Rosie’s crib because Frankie was here with you. His warm hand holding you close like you may disappear. He was here with that damn cute excited voice as he showed you around his home, soon to be your home.

“Sweet pea? Earth to sweet pea?”

“Hmmm?” You smiled apologetically. Standing in the kitchen, the sun pouring in from the window above the sink bathed Frankie in golden light making him look ethereal.

“I said- we should start moving boxes in before it gets dark.”

“You haven’t shown me everything yet.” You realized.

“What did I miss?”

“Your room…” You swung your entwined hands back and forth.

“Our room, sweet pea.”

“So I won’t be sleeping on the floor?” You laughed.

“Never.” He kissed you briefly. “I just haven’t cleaned up in there and I need to make some space for your stuff and-“

“Frankie.” You quiet his rambling with another kiss. You couldn’t stop kissing him. “Your house is immaculate. That’s the room I want to see.”

He swallowed harshly before he led you up the stairs and down the narrow hallway to his room. While showing you the garden and the other rooms he was giddy but now he seemed more flustered. When you opened the door you could see why. Your candle was sitting on his bedside table. It was the first thing you saw when you walked in.

You immediately break away from him, going to inspect his bedside table. Glimpses of Frankie that made you love him all the more. Your candle, your books, your list, his sergeant pin, and an old alarm clock.

“Was this what you’re so embarrassed about?” You asked picking up the candle. It was almost used up. He averted his gaze. The back of his neck bright red which you recognized as a sign of his nervousness. “Frankie…” You set it down and took both his hands in yours. You couldn’t even convey what it meant to you. He had missed you that much that he burned your candle.

“I have the real thing now.” He said pulling you against his chest, dragging his nose over your cheek in reverence. You hummed in contentment. “This is our room, sweet pea. Our home.” He whispered.

“Our bed.” You added moving his hands to rest on your ass, wrapping your own around his neck.

 “Eager girl.” He tutted, kissing just below your ear, squeezing your ass lightly.

“I can’t help it. I’ve waited so long, Frankie.” You tilt your head up resting your forehead against his.

“You’ll never have to wait again, princesa pea. I’m here.”

“Then I want you now.” You tugged him towards the bed. Falling down onto his comforter you were hit by a puff of his scent. Laundry detergent, old spice, and that indescribable musk that was Frankie. You barely got a chance to enjoy it before Frankie is falling on top of you. You laughed as he pulled you up the bed until you’re against the pillows. He's about to rip your clothes from you but-

“Wait wait- I have a gift for you.” His eyes lit up.

“Frankie…” You smiled “You didn’t have to get me anything.” He pushed away from you, walking over to his dresser. He pulled out a small package.

 “Here.” He handed it to you.

You sat up. You felt guilty you didn’t get him a gift. You slowly peeled back the tape trying to save the paper. It was wrapped so nicely.

“Come on, rip it up. It’s just paper.”

“No… I wanna save it.” You argued, pulling it open finally. You stared down at the contents in your lap. It was a book with a pink cover and loopy writing. Our Little Kingdom. “Frankie… this is- this is my book.” You felt your eyes swim with tears.

“I know.” Frankie knelt in front of you. “I read it and it was so good. I wanted to get it bound. I was serious when I said want to publish it. I want to make it happen. But if you don’t want to at least we can enjoy it how it’s meant to be enjoyed.”

You flipped through the pages smelling the fresh paper. You reached the end and noticed Frankie had slipped in something as a book mark. It was a torn half of a check. “This is…”

“The check I tore up. I use it as a bookmark so I thought you would-“

You launched yourself at Frankie, a habit you learned from him when words were just simply not enough.

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When you woke up, you were surrounded by Frankie’s scent, warm sun hitting your face. Frankie wasn't there. You heard movement downstairs. You threw on the first shirt of Frankie's you could find. You practically skipped down the stairs, heart leaping when you saw Frankie in his PJ pants and nothing else sitting at the kitchen table. His body was lit up in the morning sun, he looked like a goddamn dream. He was shoveling some cereal into his mouth but he stopped when he noticed you. He still looked so sexy to you in this moment, his strong arms and big hand gripping the small spoon. His chest littered with small hickies you made. You blinked a couple of times wanting to imprint this image into your brain forever.

“What are you doing up so early?”

“The sun woke me up!”

“Shit. I would have made you some breakfast or something.”

“That’s okay.” You smiled going to stand in front of him. You kissed him, licking some of the milk from his lips. Your hands rested on his bare golden shoulders. You loved how wide they were and how solid and warm they felt.

“Mmm is this mine, sweet pea?” He tugged at the Fleetwood Mac shirt hanging down to your thighs.

“No, it’s another boys.” You teased.

“Don’t joke about that, little pea.” Frankie warned with a small swipe to your ass.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You giggled. “I was only joking. No one else has cool shirts like you.”

“You want some cereal? I can also make eggs or pancakes or-“

“I want-” You slipped your hand over his pants. You could feel his slightly hard cock sitting below. “This.”

“You already had some last night and you still want more?” Frankie groaned his thighs spreading further around you. “I thought you’d be sore, sweet pea.”

“I am.” You admitted kissing him quickly. “but I still want you.”

“Mmm…” Frankie pulled your hand away watching you pout. “I think you need to eat something first.”

“No I don’t!”

“Come on, I’ll let you sit on your special seat.” He tapped his thigh. You debated this. You decided to do what he asked, not wanting to test your luck so early in the day. You hopped up on his lap wiggling back until his semi hard cock was pressed against your back. Your thighs sitting over his legs, your pussy peaking out from his shirt. Frankie rested his big hands on your bare thighs rubbing the skin back and forth. You closed your eyes enjoying his touch. You could feel his breath against your neck as he looked down at the sight.

“Do I look good on my special seat, daddy?” You asked looking up at him.

“Perfect, my little pea.” Frankie smiled. He pulled the cereal over and you popped a bite in your mouth. You didn’t normally like cereal but since Frankie asked…

“Okay, done. I’ve eaten.”

“Woah I hardly call that eating.” Frankie shook his head. He placed a hand on your stomach, fingers splayed out over the entire width almost. He applied a little pressure which had you squirming again. God his hands were so big and warm just above where you needed him. “I can feel little rumblings telling me you’re hungry, sweet pea.” You rock against him more intentionally making him catch his breath.

“Not for cereal.” You bit your lip.

“One more bite, sweet pea. For daddy?” He rubbed his beard into your neck which never failed to make you to laugh.

 You took another spoonful of the soggy cereal before looking up at him for approval. He chuckled as you chewed quickly. You looked so cute with your cheeks full. It made cock ache.

“Good job, sweet pea.” He smirked when you swallowed it all. He lowered his hand down to cup your pussy which was already dripping. You hand flew to his thick forearm.

You melted against him as he rubs your clit slowly. Last night was hurried and desperate but now it was like he had all the time in the world. You listened to him take large inhale against your neck, smelling you.

“You look so beautiful, sweet pea. In my shirt. In our kitchen.”

“Fuck…” You moaned. His fingers felt so wonderful and thick against you. You fucking loved the sound of that. Ours.

“I’m gonna fuck you on our table.”

He lifted you up with ease, pushing your back down on the table. The sun coming through the window bathed your body in soft light. You looked divine. Frankie had your legs spread wide, tongue on that pussy before you could even blink. “Holy shit. Daddy!” Your hands clenched into fists at your side.

“Sweet pea.” Frankie pulled off, lips wetted by your slick. You blushed under his hot gaze. “Why don’t you pull my hair?”

You whimpered as he took your little fist and put it in his beautiful locks. “I want to but… the last person I was with didn’t like it.” You turned your head to the side trying to hide your embarrassment. His hair felt like silk in your hands.

“Hey-“ Frankie gently grabbed your chin and turned you to look at him. “You don’t have to hide anything from me.” He was leaning over you, invading all your senses, but of course the aspect that hit you hardest was his voice. Soft and reassuring. That rich baritone that made you fall in love in the first place. “Pull my hair, baby, I wanna know how well I treat this pussy. You won’t hurt me.”

You nodded feeling your eyes wet with tears. His affection never ceased to shock you. He kissed you, softening your worried look with each stroke of his tongue. When you were relaxed, he returned to your pussy. He was a fast learner for the times, applying the pressure you needed with his tongue while hitting that spot inside your walls with his fingers. Your hands were laced in his soft hair tugging almost unconsciously.

“Fuck-Daddy" You gasped feeling your breath. Your stomach tightened but you still felt like you weren't quite to your breaking point. "I can't- I need- I need-"

"What, sweet pea, what do you need?" Frankie paused, looking at you struggle above him. You grabbed his hand which was holding your hip and moved it to your throat. "Holy shit." Frankie's eyes widened.

"I need you to push me over-" you struggled to think of how to explain it but Frankie started applying light pressure over your throat making your cunt tighten around his fingers. The strain on your airway finally brought you to the edge. He returned to your clit and didn’t let up even as your walls clamped and gushed around his fingers. Didn’t stop as your back arched off the table, your toes curled, and your hands pulled his hair almost painfully. He let go of your throat when you tapped his wrist and your breath returned ragged and sharp, extending your orgasm. You brushed some of Frankie’s hair from his forehead and he looked up, making eye contact, as his lips suckled on your clit lightly. You didn’t say anything for a moment, feeling your body come down from that peak, basking in Frankie’s loving gaze between your legs. You felt boneless.

“I love you.” You murmured. Frankie surged up, capturing your lips in a wet kiss. He pulled back and kissed the happy tears falling from your eyes that you didn’t realize had fallen.

“I love you, too. I’m never letting you go.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m home.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, needing to feel that promise inside you. Needing his promise filling you up.

“Are you sure you’re not too sore?”

“I’m sure.” You ran your hand through his hair, now addicted to the feeling of it.

Frankie slowly eased himself into your pussy. It was harder without lube. You winced a little once he was fully inside. Fuck he was so big.

"Am I hurting you?" Frankie felt bad and started to pull out.

"No please." You arched your back trying to hold him inside. "I'm okay. I want- I want-."

"Sweet pea..." He bit his lip as he struggled to resist thrusting into you.

"And if I can't walk- then you can carry me." You wiggled your hips. Frankie couldn't help but laugh at that not that he minded carrying you around. "Please, daddy." You asked one last time as you dug your heels into his lower back. Frankie placed his hands on your waist and started fucking into you slowly, withdrawing almost all the way out before thrusting back in again.

“I’m so proud of you… taking my cock like a good girl.” He kissed you softly, moving to kiss a train down your neck to your nipples and back up. "You're home now." You nodded in agreement. "This is our little kingdom, sweet pea.” Your shallow breaths slowly transformed into moans. You felt your muscles relax a little and signaled he could start moving faster.

Needless to say the cereal on the table shook and spilled as he fucked you. Spilled milk on your table. His cum spilled inside you.

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Frankie enjoyed hosting so much since Rosie’s birthday he wanted to have a Fourth of July barbecue. With your help he took the decorations to the next level. Hanging fairy lights over the patio, and renting a bouncy castle for the kids. In an act of irrational niceness, you had said it was okay if Laura came by, that way Rosalia would be there too.

Frankie was clear he had no desire to hide you. He wanted to show you off. Still, you dreaded meeting Frankie's ex. Rosalia had warmed to you quickly even preferring you to hold her. You already loved her so much. Today she wanted you to follow her everywhere and watch her play. Frankie was stuck behind the grill but he still could watch his girls playing. You were wearing a lovely red sundress which Frankie was looking forward to stripping off. It brushed your thighs in the breeze and it was perfect height for Rosalia to tug on when she wanted to be picked up.

“You’ve done a great job with the decor.” Laura appeared at Frankie’s side.

“Thanks.” Frankie smiled tightly. Her surprised tone confirmed that she always underestimated him.

“You’ve been happier lately.” Laura studied Frankie.

“I guess.” Frankie shrugged turning one of the hot dogs for something to do.

“It just has me remembering the old days. Before everything with you happened.” Frankie prickled at that last statement. Everything with you. She always put it on him totally forgetting how she also made things worse.

“Frankie?” You appeared at his other side, eyeing Laura warily and doing little to hide your dislike. You had seen from yards away how Frankie tensed up, looking down. You wouldn’t let that slide so you went over. Finally removing your glare from his ex wife you look up at him, laying a reassuring hand over his forearm. “Uh- people are getting hungry. How soon until it’s done?”

“It’s ready now.” Frankie smiled down at you, instantly feeling more at ease. His answer let you know he was okay.

“Great I’ll wrangle everyone.” You smiled before darting back to the crowd.

“Who is that?” Laura frowned. “Someone's babysitter?”

“No.” Frankie shut off the grill facing his ex wife face to face. “She’s my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Laura sounded skeptical. “She’s 12.”

“She’s a woman.” Frankie corrected her. “A woman I love very much.” He wasn’t going to listen to anyone look down on you.

“You should have talked to me before you brought her around Rosie.” Laura huffed, putting a hand on her hip.

“You had no problem parading your boyfriends around during our divorce.” Frankie shot back quickly looking to make sure they couldn’t be heard. “It’s in the court records so I doubt you want to bring it up.”

“Frankie…” Laura seemed to regret what she said.

“Let’s just… move on.” Frankie said as people started to draw near.

“Papa!” He heard Rosie squeal, toddling towards him.

“Rosie!” He picked her up, his anger instantly melting away. “Ready for your hot dog?”

As Frankie and the others started filling up their plates Laura crept closer to you as you were cleaning up some of the kid’s mess by the pool.

“Excuse me. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Laura.” She extended her hand. She was taller than you. Her face was tight as if she was holding in her sneer.

“Hi.” You decided to be nice, shaking the woman’s hand. You introduced yourself.

“So… you and Frankie. “

“Yes.”

“How long has that been going on?”

“A few months.” You said keeping it vague.

“And it’s going well?”

“Yes.” You grew annoyed by her vague questioning. Obviously it was going well since you were here. Her eyes were the total opposite of Frankie's. Hard and cold and icy blue. You quietly thanked god that Rosalia had inherited Frankie's eyes.

“Hmm he’s not doing that crazy thing anymore?”

“What thing?” You frowned.

“Well one time while we were together he stayed up the whole night because he thought some criminal or something was after us.” Laura laughed cruelly. You wanted to slap her for her lack of sympathy. What was funny about Frankie’s fear? “The psychiatrist said there would be delusions but that was just too much.”

“I think I’ve heard enough.” You snipped, trying to keep at least a polite facade. There were people just a few feet away. You prayed the couldn’t hear.

“Hey I’m sorry.” She schooled her features. “Don’t think I’m cruel. It wasn’t easy being with someone like that. I’m trying to look out for you.”

“Thanks for that. I think I'm good though.” You finished picking up the last pool toy and walked away before Laura could say more. You wanted to turn back and say something mean but you were determined to be the bigger person. You didn’t want to start drama that would hurt Frankie and Rosalia. You spent a good minute in the garage after putting the toys back, positively fuming.

“Sweet pea?” Frankie interrupted your thoughts, joining you in the garage. “Aren’t you hungry?”

"I was just cleaning up.” You said though your hands were empty.

“I saw Laura talking to you.” He watched you warily. Fear lapped at him. What did Laura tell you...“Everything okay?”

“She just… a bitch.” You huffed. Your word choice made Frankie burst out laughing. “I’m sorry I know you married her but how? She’s awful and rude and judgmental.”

“I know.” Frankie quieted his laughter, pulling you into his chest. “It wasn’t meant to last.”

“Because she’s a bitch.” You grumbled into his chest making Frankie laugh again. His tummy bounced against yours with his laughter. You loved it. You thought again about what Laura said. How cruel she had been in the face of Frankie’s PTSD. “If she says one more rude thing I may have to smack her.”

“You’re hot when you’re possessive, you know that?” Frankie smiled tickling your sides. “Come on, we should get back before our guests start to notice.”

“Alright.” You agreed, taking his hand and following him out of the garage. You felt Laura’s eyes on you two when you came back to the yard. Frankie got your burger set up for you before doing his. It’s the simple things that got you going; how giving he is. You tried to hide your blush from the onlookers as Frankie asked you ketchup or mustard.

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Once everyone went home you and Frankie laid out a blanket in the back so you could watch the fireworks happening on the beach a mile away. He was quiet, at least more than he usually is. You didn’t know what to say to reassure him so again you reverted to touch. You placed your hand on his thigh reassuringly.

“Frankie?” You turned to him. “Do you want to talk about anything?”

“No.” He seemed taken aback by your question.

“Okay.” You moved closer to him until you were tucked into his side.

“You mean about Laura.” Frankie said after a moment. “Just- she didn’t say anything to you to make you upset right? She doesn’t get under my skin anymore. I don’t want her to get under yours.”

“She didn’t get under my skin.” You replied. She said nothing to make you insecure, just make you angry at her is all. “I’m just protective of you, you know. It seems like she was awful to you.”

“It’s fine.” Frankie shrugged.

“No.” You moved to sit on his lap, straddling him. “It’s not. You came back from your deployment probably in need of some comfort and all she gave you was judgment."

“She told you about that night.” Frankie hung his head in humiliation. You didn’t deny it. You didn’t want to upset him but part of you knew he should talk about this. Laura shouldn’t be the only one who holds this memory over his head. “It was my first night back. I just- I swore I heard gunfire. I was freaking out. I was probably acting really scary. I thought they came for me and she-Laura called the cops on me.”

“How could she…” You teared up on behalf of Frankie.

“I ran.” He continued, his voice thick. “I stayed a Will’s and calmed down. That was the end of the marriage.” He rubbed up and down your thighs under your dress. It always comforted him. You tried to think of what to say. His wife, the person who was supposed to love him the most, ostracized him and criminalized him.

Frankie was anticipating you to be afraid of him or push him away, but to his surprised you pulled him into a hug, holding his head against your neck like he was a child. He felt a sob rise in his throat and tears wet his eyes. You were so... kind. It was something he was still learning to accept and realize he deserved .

“You’re right.” You took a breath to relax yourself. “It doesn’t matter what she says. You’re mine now. Not hers.” You kissed Frankie on his nose then kissed his mouth.

“Always, sweet pea.” He rubbed his thumb over the area of your brow that furrowed in residual anger.

“I just wish there were some way…” you chewed your lip. “I have these-“ you pulled his dog tags out from where they hung between your breasts. “Reminds me I’m yours.”

“Maybe I need a necklace too.” Frankie smiled squeezing your thighs. That got you thinking…

“Can I try something?” You asked. Frankie nodded looking amused. You tugged at his shirt pulling it over his head. You never got over how broad he was. His toned arms were flexed holding himself up. You leaned forward planting a wet kiss on Frankie’s neck where it met his shoulder.

“Mmm gonna mark me up?”

You nodded and sucked harder till you were satisfied it would leave a mark. Pulling back you admired the red blooming where your mouth had been. It shouldn’t affect you as much as it did but you loved that he had a physical mark from you. He had scars here and there from cross fire and stab wounds. Some he wouldn’t go into detail. You loved them all but for once you wanted him to have a mark born out of love.

“I’m gonna give you a necklace, daddy.” You murmured tracing the path you would forge, down and around to the other side of his neck. You were gonna make hicks all around his neck like a chain. You leaned back down and planted another mark below and slightly to the right.

“Holy shit.” Frankie groaned, tilting his head back. He felt his cock start to harden under your attention. You slowly made your way across his hot skin until you had seven little wet hickies starting to show through the skin. You traced them with your finger, connecting the dots.

Frankie looked down, watching in fascination. His dog tags were a bittersweet thing, symbolizing his commitment to the military, but you wanted them. You wore them proudly, giving him more closure than 100 hours of therapy. But this... this new chain on his skin represented his belonging to you. “Beautiful, baby girl. Thank you.” He kissed you sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. You pulled away before he could deepen it. You start to lean down again like you were going to plant another hickie on him. He pushed you back and rolled the both of you over.

“Daddy! I wasn’t done yet.” You wiggled against the soft blanket.

“No it’s daddy’s turn now.” He pushed the straps of your dress down your arms, tugging your neckline down.

“But I already have a necklace.” You felt Frankie’s dog tags lying in your cleavage.

“Now you’ll have two. I spoil my girl like that.” Frankie teased. He kissed up and down your neck before settling on his starting place. When he started sucking it sent a lightning bolt straight to your clit. You gasped. You could feel him hard against your thigh, not fully yet. You rocked your hips impatiently, clutching his head against you.

“Be patient, baby.” He warned, pausing his work. You stilled your hips with a pout. “Good girl.” He resumed. You wanted to be naughty but you knew you’d never win that fight. Problem was you were loving his attention on your neck so much you couldn’t help but start grinding against his leg again. Your hand reached down and tried to stroke his hardening cock. Frankie pulled back, his lips swollen from giving you hickies. He was only halfway around your chest now.

“You’re being naughty…” Frankie chided, lightly slapping your hand away from him. You continued squirming under his gaze though you at least look apologetic. Frankie pulled away. “You don’t want your necklace?” Frankie pretended to be hurt.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” You turned on the puppy dog eyes. “Just- your mouth feels so good.”

“If you’re not gonna behave I’m gonna have to make you behave.” Frankie’s mouth curled into a smirk. Your stomach flipped around in excitement. “Sit back up on your knees.” He ordered. You eagerly sat up on your knees, placing your hands on your thighs. Your dress hung around your waist. Frankie stood up and started undoing his belt. You got excited thinking he was going to let you suck his cock but instead he just pulled his belt from his pants and knelt down again. “Remember just say stop if you want to stop.” Frankie reminds you.

You nodded your eyes dilating, staring at the leather in his hands.

“Hands behind your back, baby.” He instructed. You obeyed your knees widening subconsciously. He tied his belt around your wrists. It’s not tight enough to hurt but you certainly could not move your hands without really trying. Frankie licked his lips, staring down at your vulnerable position. “Good little sweet pea.” He cooed. “Now you won’t be able to be naughty. What do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy.” You whispered feeling your cheeks burn at the depravity of your position. The smooth leather of his belt rubbed against your pulse point and Frankie’s smell filled your nose. You’re out in the open. Sure there was a fence but it still heightened your arousal. You were dripping you were sure of it. He knelt before you again to finish his hickies. He held your hair pulling it back to give himself more room.

You tried to lift up your arms multiple times but got stopped by the belt. You whined as he sucked another mark into you and you couldn’t get any stimulation in this position. Frankie let you moan and whine for him but he didn’t stop his mission. He finally pulled back, his hooded eyes evaluated at his work.

“Look at it, baby.”

You looked down at the curved line of hickies running from collarbone to collarbone. “Thank you, daddy, for my necklace. I love it so much.” You looked at his chest. You were matching now. Your lust was momentarily paused as a fresh wave of adoration washed over you. It was so much deeper than sex. Frankie noticed your change in expression and kissed you softly, bringing you back to the moment.

“You sat still for me so good. Now you can ask for what you want.” He strokes your hair softly.

“I wanna-I wanna suck you cock please?”

“Are you sure?” Frankie smiled. “You don’t want my mouth on you or-"

“No.” You shook your head. The emotions swirling in you from lust to love made you hungry for one thing. “I wanna make you cum in my mouth.”

“Fuck.” He groaned before kissing you hard, licking into your mouth. He never had someone as giving and kind and protective of him as you. He could have cried but there was no need because you were his forever. No yearning just living. He reached around to pull off the belt but you stopped him with a small voice.

“Leave it on.”

“Jesus fucking christ.” Frankie stood quickly. You sat up further, your hands still restrained behind your back. Your head was tilted up at him, your dress bunched around your waist, it was the most beautiful fucking sight.

Red blue and white fireworks dazzled the sky above. He picked you up bridal style and carried you inside as quickly as he could while you giggled in delight.

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Things started clicking into place like you were growing along some metaphorical ladder. You were finally where you needed to be. You got a job working at the VA in Miami, running their re-entry program. A small publishing house in Miami loved your book and agreed to publish it for a short run. Frankie took some money out of the Colombia account to cover the rest of the contract. Frankie had the book for sale at the shop pushing it on anyone who would enter. He was so proud of you. And that was all that mattered to you.

Frankie unironically planted sweet pea in the garden, telling you how they are slow to grow, but their delicate flower and sweet smell is worth the wait; just like you. Sweet peas were climbers, with the right support, they would bend to any shape. You knew you could go as high as the sky with Frankie by your side.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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warmer than cuddles

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: may plays matchmaker and makes some suggestive jokes

prompt: you and peter get caught in the rain and have to share an umbrella

a/n: thank youuu to the angel who requested <3 swear this is my favorite trope to write hehe ☔️

one of the many things you and peter have in common is being lazy. it’s sort of the basis of your friendship. you’re not the kids who drink or party or get in trouble. you play board games and eat pizza on his ripped up couch. the riskiest thing you’ve ever done is sneak into a movie.

peter was so paranoid you’d get caught, he couldn’t even pay attention. he kept whispering to you about paying the whole time. you had to drag him out by his hand after the movie ended. the next time you went to that theater, he bought an extra ticket to “make it even.”

that about put an end to your trying new things phase. you went right back to your comfy nights in pajamas. tackling each other for the remote, baking terrible cookies that you just throw out, sharing a blanket to stay warm. what also helps is that you cuddle under it.

all the fun you need is you, peter, and your love for doing nothing. may disagrees.

she’s always trying to get you two out of the apartment. in her words, it’s “unhealthy for developing teens to spend so much time cooped up inside.” peter once asked which mother’s facebook group she joined. you snickered at that. may gave you a warning look.

well, you don’t have a choice to stay in today. she’s kicking you and peter out because she has guests coming over.

“it’s girl’s night,” may tells the two of you with a satisfied smirk. she hangs her raincoat on the rack and comes into the living room. peter squints his eyes at her. “you have friends?” he sounds too surprised for your liking. you flick his arm hard enough to make him go “ouch!”

“peter, we only have, like, four friends. that’s counting ourselves,” you inform him with a laugh. peter drops his head onto your shoulder. “and i don’t need any of them but you,” he says sarcastically, rubbing his cheek on your sweatshirt. “aw, i know,” you coo and rest your head on his. may crosses her arms and shrugs.

“you should do a group play date with everyone! i haven’t heard from ned in a while,” she suggests, your eyes flicking over to peter. he’s biting back a grin. “play date?” you try to stifle a laugh when you ask. “you know what i mean. a hang out,” may nods at her better word choice. peter winces in protest.

“eh, ned will probably wanna go out somewhere. we don’t do that,” he tells may, like that’s a completely normal thing for a teenager to say. you raise a finger in agreement. she laughs in disbelief at you and peter. you’re splayed out on the couch, on a saturday, complaining about doing anything else.

“you two make me feel young.” may’s words are a joke, but her tone isn’t. “you are young, may,” you reassure her and smile a little. peter says nothing. his eyes become hooded as he settles into you more. “look at you two, like some old married couple,” may gestures to you from where she’s standing. she smiles this time.

peter’s face gets hot from the mention of you being a couple. your heart skips a couple of beats. you’re pretty sure he can tell from how close he is.

“do whatever you want, just not here,” she gets back to the real conversation. peter hides his entire face in your shoulder as a form of protest. you pat his back. “and not each other. unless you’re safe,” may adds. “may, please. no,” he groans out, positive he’s all red now. you blink at her in horror.

may knows what she’s doing. peter isn’t the most subtle person, especially not about liking someone. she’s learned all the signs that her nephew is falling. he’s falling for you. she sees it in you, too. the way your eyes soften when they meet peter’s, how fast you are to hug him back or beam at the silly things he says.

you two spend so much time apart from your other friends, you basically are a couple. you’re just not old or married. the only thing you need is a push to realize that.

“ok, we’re gonna go now,” peter decides and pulls away from you. “god bless,” you say only so he can hear. he chuckles at that, you getting up from the couch. giving him a knowing smile, you grab one of his hands. he lets you pull him to his feet while exhaling. he’s already exhausted. may watches and shakes her head.

peter walks up to give her a quick hug. “enjoy girl’s night. love you,” he murmurs as she squeezes him tight. even though they tease each other a lot, their relationship is really sweet. it’s very telling how a guy treats his mother. well, aunt in this case. that thought has always been in the back of your mind.

“have fun!” you grin at may when her and peter pull apart. he comes back over to you and tugs on your sleeve. “thanks, kids. we’ll be done around eleven,” she lets you know. you’re already getting your shoes on and ready to leave. eleven is a while from now.

“don’t forget an umbrella! it’s drizzling!” may calls after you two. peter grabs hers that’s leaning against the front door. it’s pink with purple polka dots. you giggle at that. “hey, i like pink,” he defends himself and opens the door, letting you out first. you raise your hands in defense, leaving the apartment.

peter waves at may one last time. “good luck, peter,” she tells him once you reach the stairs. he furrows both eyebrows. “good luck with what?” “you’ll see,” may raises her own eyebrows in a way that’s all too familiar to peter. he calls it her face of wisdom.

still confused, peter heads out. he finds you at the bottom of the stairs. you shove your hands in your pockets and push against the door to open it. peter meets you outside, twirling the umbrella between his fingers.

“is there anywhere you wanna go?” he asks as you start to walk. you’re just going down the block for now. “back upstairs,” you sigh out. “i wish. not an option, though,” peter puffs some air out of his cheeks. you fumble to pull up your hood. he easily reaches over and does it for you.

“thanks,” you say quietly. “you’re welcome,” peter pats the top of your head for emphasis. “we could just walk around.” “until eleven o’clock? that’s five hours from now,” you laugh out, adjusting your hoodie to block your face. disappointment crosses over his features.

“should’ve brought my suit,” he mutters mostly to himself. linking your arm with his, your eyes widen. “i’m not trusting you to swing me around in this weather.” his bicep flexes when your arm wraps around his own. “what? i’ve done it before, y/n/n. on patrol.” you turn your head towards him.

“didn’t you get hurt last time?” you already know the answer. “sprained wrist and a few cuts,” he grumbles, you humming because you’re right. he’d called you in tears when he got home, scared he broke something. you reminded him he would heal soon and stayed on the phone until he calmed down.

that ended up being the whole night. you’re probably the most supportive of peter being spider-man. you of course worry about the toll it takes, but you understand why he does it. the least you can do is be there for him while he navigates the superhero world. not talk him out of it or scold him for making mistakes, be there.

that’s why he loves his lazy days with you so much. they’re his break, his escape from what he lies awake worrying about most nights. you’ve seen what he has to go through, so you respect that. whatever he needs to do to unwind is fine by you. as long as you get to do it with him.

“then you couldn’t patrol for weeks. you could barely hold a pencil.” your other arm sneaks around his. they’re both hugging him now. “you had to be my note taker,” peter reminisces, a smile making its way onto his face. “that sucked, man. you’re such a perfectionist about them,” you breathe out.

peter flips the umbrella around in a show-off kind of way. “you don’t complain when i send them to you.” he sounds so cocky you can’t help but roll your eyes. he isn’t wrong, though. “whatever. seriously, where should we go?” “uh,” peter’s eyes scan the block for inspiration. they land on a man carrying takeout.

“dinner? not at a restaurant since we’re in sweats,” he adds the last part so you don’t have to. “ooh, let’s go to panera,” you happily squeeze his arm. peter quirks an eyebrow at you. “you’re always hungry after.” “so? we can get dessert, too. we have a while.” that makes his heart flutter. a while with you.

“cool, cool, cool,” he sings to you, leaning into your side as you walk. you giggle and push at his shoulder. “i think we can make it there before the rain picks up.” there’s a clap of thunder right after he says that, like something out of a movie. it’s followed by a heavier rain coming down on you two. you pull at the strings of your hoodie to keep it tighter on your head.

“jinxed it,” you remark, both of you stopping so peter can open the umbrella. “ugh,” he grunts out. his lower lip is between his teeth while he undoes the velcro. he pushes down and watches as the umbrella springs open for you two. “here, c’mere,” peter welcomes you under as he holds it above your heads.

it doesn’t quite fit you both since it’s only meant for one person. you forgot he took may’s. the two of you have to squish together so you can avoid the rain, which is pitter pattering down hard on the sidewalk.

you’re comfortable under here with him. the freezing cold weather outside of the umbrella is hardly an issue anymore.

peter turns to face you, letting out a breathless laugh. “you can take off your hood now.” your arms slip from around his. you remove it from your head and give him a toothy grin. it’s one that’s meant to be over exaggerated. “there’s that pretty face,” peter’s voice gets quieter. unlike what you did, that wasn’t a joke.

your pretty face loses its smile. you’re suddenly very aware of how close peter is to you.

you can see the faint scar on his chin from when he banged it into a wall in your living room. he’d ran straight into it during your two person game of hide and seek. yes, you still play that. it was gushing blood for half an hour.

there are also the thousands of freckles dotting his face, the ones you only notice by looking at him super hard. you try to count them whenever you get bored. peter stares back at you while you fall in love with every tiny detail about him.

he takes the time to admire your lips, not just because they look really kissable right now. because of every curious expression they press into when he does something you can’t believe. your eyes, that he feels a sense of safety and honesty and familiarity every time he looks into. he finds them and feels like he’s home.

“peter?” you speak up after a few moments. your tone is hesitant, as if whatever you’re going to ask will change what you have forever. that’s because it might. it’s silent except for the sound of the rain hitting his umbrella. peter finally answers, almost in a whisper. “yeah?”

“i... i think,” you clear your throat before going on. his eyes trail down to your lips again, then back up to your twinkling ones. even on a gloomy day like this, they could light up the whole sky. “i think i love you,” you get out, a hand over your racing heart. peter gives you a small but sure nod. “i think i love you, too.”

he takes a step closer to you, if that’s even possible. his hand without the umbrella comes up to hold your cheek. you watch as he uses his thumb to wipe away a few stray rain droplets. your head tilts to the side, lips parted on instinct. peter leans in until his lips just brush yours, letting you decide what comes next.

you choose to close the space between you two. his eyes squeeze shut, whole face scrunched up when he kisses back. this is a release of all the emotions he’s been holding in that he didn’t even realize he had. you slip into a rhythm, using the angle to move your lips against peter’s.

his hand drops from your cheek to your jaw to support you while you kiss. your own hands grab his biceps, fingers pressing into him, depesrate to have him in your arms. peter lets out a content sigh against your lips before detaching them. it’s not for long. he comes right back in after taking a breath.

you get one long peck from him, then another that’s softer than the last. you give him a short kiss back, lips curving into a smile when this one ends. peter’s thumb smooths over your jawline while he searches for your eyes. he grins at you and tightens his grip on the umbrella handle. he’s surprised it didn’t blow away in the midst of your mini makeout.

“i definitely love you, peter,” you state so genuinely, hands on his shoulders now. that has to be peter’s favorite sentence he’s ever heard. the most beautiful combination of words, said by you to him. “i definitely love you, y/n,” peter agrees, punctuating his statement with one last kiss. you haven’t stopped smiling when his lips meet the corner of yours.

may was right about two things that night. you needed the umbrella for that huge storm, but it did more than protect your from the rain. it also brought you and peter together in a way. the second thing she was right about was that peter loves you, and every feeling he has mirror yours for him.

actually, she was right about three things. you two have to get out of the apartment more often.

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