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Wait wait your bio says mcu uh
Spider-Man mcu and Ned 👍👍
I say wasted potential for peter because of no way home… especially the ending :’) also they are both just little guys :]
#they can share the handbag I carry them in#also it’s cool that you sent an ask for into the spiderverse too!! i’ve seen it and I liked it :D#mcu#marvel#peter parker#ned leeds#spiderman#centimeter-tries-to-communicate#ask parky
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BF HEADCANONS HQ ⊹ ₊ ˚ 𓂃 ⸝⸝ ♡
Haikyuu version SFW
t.kageyama⸝⸝ ♡ Definitely winter is his favorite season, when you are his girlfriend he will definitely want to do some winter activities with you, such as walking around the city with a nice composition of Christmas lights. building a snowman in his yard. Throwing snowballs at each other and taking you to a nice cafe for hot chocolate.
k.tsukishima⸝⸝ ♡ We all know by now that Tsuki likes music, I'm sure he would share his headphones with you so you could listen to music together at school. When you're at his place, you just spend time with him, while he's doing his homework and you're hugging his dinosaur-shaped stuffed animal, and there's some music playing in the background. He made a playlist for you, but at first he was embarrassed to show it to you, there were songs he associated with you.
t.yamaguchi⸝⸝ ♡ During the lesson, when he gets tired of listening to the teacher, he will start drawing cute hearts and flowers in the corners of your notebook with colored pens, and if you let him, he will draw a whole meadow on your hand. You can give him your shoes to decorate them nicely with colorful flowers and drawings.
d.sawamura⸝⸝ ♡ He probably didn't know what princess treatment was before, he was just well brought up and everything he does comes easily to him, he thinks that's how you should treat your ladies. When your shoe is untied, he kneels in front of you and ties it for you. He carries your shopping, your handbags too, but not in his hand, as if he was ashamed that someone would see him with your women's handbag, he literally throws it on his shoulder and walks with it just like you would.
a.azumane⸝⸝ ♡ He has long hair, so he always has a rubber band on his wrist, so if you need it, he will lend it to you and even tie your hair for you.
s.hinata⸝⸝ ♡ This sweet little orange bun remembers the smallest details about you, even if sometimes you feel like he's not listening anymore and you stop talking, he immediately encourages you to continue. He remembers every detail, your favorite number, your favorite and hated color, the name of your first cat and he will even remember the names of your entire family if you mentioned them.
k.kozume⸝⸝ ♡ He found the perfect person to cuddle with, it's you!. Expect that if you have a large sweatshirt, he will stick his head under it and play games. When he plays on the computer, he will invite you to sit on his lap and either watch him play or teach you how to play one of his favorite games, it's funny when she controls the mouse and you control the keyboard, you will definitely hear him chuckle when something goes wrong he will succeed but he is very patient.
t.kuroo⸝⸝ ♡ Sometimes you meet at his place to study for chemistry, then he wears his black glasses that make him look so good. If you don't understand a topic, he will teach you and if you answer correctly, he will give you a juicy kiss. If you need a break, he will bring you something sweet.
r.suna⸝⸝ ♡ He will definitely take a lot of photos of you to keep the memories. You will be his private model, he definitely has one of your photos where you are drooling on the pillow while still sleeping on his wallpaper. On his phone you will find the stupidest photos, for example your 0.5x photo. Until the prettiest ones, the ones where you smile so beautifully at him.
a.miya⸝⸝ ♡ Listen, I imagine Atsumu calling you very early in the morning to go to the beach with him. He will definitely take a few photos of you in your swimsuit, but most of all you will have a great time together, sunbathing or swimming, he will pretend to be a shark that wants to eat you so that you run away from him. When the sun is not so bright anymore, he will play beach volleyball with you, laughing when something goes wrong, but then he will teach you, he promise.
o.miya⸝⸝ ♡ He will invite you to his kitchen so that you can bake or cook something together and have great fun. So what if there's flour everywhere or something spilled on the floor, you'll clean it up later and now Osamu is busy kissing you while you wait for the dough to be made.
k.bokuto⸝⸝ ♡ If you stayed overnight at his place, don't think you'll sleep late if you wake up easily, because he'll start doing his morning stretches, doing push-ups, and encouraging you to sit on his back. He will sometimes ask you to join him, but you have barely woken up, but if you join him and stretch together, you must know that he will slow down on purpose so that you can keep up, he will be very happy.
a.akaashi⸝⸝ ♡ This sweet boy will read books to you but he will also be more than willing to listen to your voice if you read to him. He likes it when you lie on his lap and play a game while he rests the book on your head and you sit in comfortable silence.
k.sakusa⸝⸝ ♡ It's no surprise that this guy takes great care of himself and is glad that you do too. His favorite activity is when you spend the night at his place and do your skin care together, he likes it when you put a mask on his face and massage him gently.
#x reader#haikyuu#headcanon#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x reader#akaashi keiji#akaashi x reader#bokuto koutarou#bokuto x reader#miya osamu#osamu x reader#miya atsumu#atsumu x reader#suna rintarou#suna rintarō#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo x reader#kozume kenma#kenma x reader#hinata shoyo#hinata x reader#asahi x reader#asahi azumane#sawamura daichi#daichi x reader#yamaguchi tadashi#yamaguchi x reader#tsukishima kei#tsukishima x reader#kageyama tobio
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A Hundred Sleepless Nights
Pairing: Husband!Coriolanus Snow x Wife!Reader
Chapter Synopsis: The Beloved
Warning: perversion, explicit smut, unprotected sex, sexual euphoria
Word Count: 3985
5 of 7
Coriolanus thinks he might have made a mistake in choosing your honeymoon destination.
Mrs. Plinth apparently owns a private beach down in the south. She insisted that you spend your honeymoon there as it was more private.
Private.
A scowl made it to Coriolanus’ face the moment you arrived in the secluded beach town. He was still in his suit and you were still in your wedding dress. Anybody with eyes can see that you were just married. But the locals knew no shame.
The men, their skin bronze from being on the coast, fit from constantly moving, their faces sculpted manliness. And they seem to have taken a liking to you.
“May I help you with that, Miss?” A man asks you for the third time that night, referring to the handbag you carried. It has your personal effects, you would not trust anyone with it.
“That would not be necessary.” Coriolanus quips, his arm circling around your waist.
The man straightens up and looks Coriolanus up and down before he grins
“Her other baggage, then? You won’t be able to carry them all.”
Coriolanus scoffs and you politely smile at the man. You know Coriolanus is more than capable of lifting baggage but there is too much of it, it seems unreasonable to make your husband carry them all.
“Oh, we have more than enough help. Thank you.” You say sweetly and as if on cue, peacekeepers and porters appear to start putting your bags in the yacht.
The man frowns, his mind whirring before he comes to a realization.
“You’re those politicians who just got married.”
Coriolanus looks at him, his eyes now sharp.
“Does the Capitol news not reach this part of Panem?” He raises a brow.
The man chuckles as he rubs his stubble. “Nah, just don’t watch any of that bullshit.”
“You watch your words very carefully.” Coriolanus grins, the iciness in his tone not matching his charming face. “The Capitol is not very kind to those who call our affairs ‘bullshit’.”
You look at the man with much fascination. You have to commend how he stands his ground, now sizing Coriolanus up, but his lax posture was breaking apart on the surface. Ignorance really has a feeble power to it.
Despite the burliness of this person, you are not too worried about Coriolanus as he had his fair share of training. And the peacekeepers are just waiting for the man to cross that fine intangible line, their postures tight and ready to spring.
“Now, if you’ll excuse us. My wife and I have other places to be.” Coriolanus leads you to the yacht where your luggage has been placed.
“The impudence of some people.” Coriolanus spits. “He does not even recognize the President.”
“I will talk to the mayor.” You attempt to soothe him but he clicks his tongue.
His jaw tightens before he takes a deep breath. “We agreed not to work while we are on our honeymoon.” He says but you can see how excruciating it was for him to say.
You grimace before breaking to a smile.
“If you say so, my love.”
You glance behind you and see the man still staring at you. You turn away when he sends you a boyish smile and a wink.
Coriolanus grunts when you cling to his arm tightly.
“Hurry, Corio.”
He straightens his back and slows his pace. “I see no purpose in rushing.” He’s not running away from anything.
It makes you roll your eyes but you match his pace anyways. You enjoy the night stroll, the cool breeze refreshing your skin that is trapped in your wedding gown. You wanted to get out of it the moment the reception ended but Grandma’am almost dropped her turban when you mentioned a change of clothing.
Perhaps it was an old Panem tradition but she said only the groom must free you of your bridal gown.
Again with the superstitions but Coriolanus and you both decided you’d listen. A way to apologize after that stunt you pulled in the middle of the reception.
Coriolanus tightens his hold around your waist as you board the yacht.
“I’m hungry.” You tell him.
He nods. “So am I.”
With the pressure of the ceremony and reception, you did not get to enjoy the food served despite them being of the finest qualities.
“I’d love to have that filet mignon again.” You sigh as you sit on a sofa. Coriolanus watches you with a smile. Your face was full of disappointment and you looked adorable as your poofy gown swallowed you. “And posca.”
“Mhh, agreed.” He sauntered over to the glass windows. Watching how the hydrofoil cuts the waters below. The ruffling from your gown makes Corio turn to look at you once more.
You have occupied the entire sofa, now lying on your back as you stared into the tall ceiling. Your eyes have glazed over and he can see how your fingers picked at your gown.
“Tell me what you are thinking.”
Sighing, you close your eyes. He’s always so commanding.
“Nothing.”
He walks over to sit on the armrest. You look up to meet his glacial eyes with your own.
“There is definitely something in there, wife.”
Wife
You bite your bottom lip to contain your smile. Coriolanus raises a brow, his lips quirked up.
“Wife?”
You giggle as you reach up to pinch him but he easily swats your hand away.
“Are you regressing to your teenage self?” He pulls you up and slots himself under you so you are sitting on his lap.
“No.” You answer quickly. Too quickly.
You play with your ring as he watches you, still waiting for you to talk.
“I will hold you the entire night if you refuse to tell me.”
You shrug. “I’m comfortable.” His nimble fingers slip to your waist and your breath hitches.
“Yeah?”
You nod hastily.
“Tell me what is going on in that head of yours.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver to crawl up your spine.
“Corio!”
“Yes?” He flashes you that charming smile again.
“Stop it.” You say, your cheeks are now bubbling.
He tilts his head to the side. He is fooling nobody with this pretense.
You try to get off but he keeps you in place with a hand. He is looking around the room now, acting nonchalant to your struggle. He looks at you with his face passive and you eventually settle.
“Stop making me flustered.” You raise a finger at him and he grins lazily at you. The glint of those rather sharp looking canines had you retreating your finger back.
He sets a steady bounce of his leg, jostling you and you click your tongue at him. “What are you doing?” You grab at his coat to steady yourself.
“Trying to calm your tantrum.”
“I am not a child.” His sole returns to the carpeted floor and now just leans back on the sofa. “I can see that.” You ignore how his eyes roam to your bosom.
“If you must really know, I was thinking of having a new signature.”
A perfect blonde brow was raised. “Signature.”
“I want to keep my maiden name in it but I also wanted to add yours.”
“Ours.”
“Ours.” You echo as you smile at him meekly.
“You are a Snow now.” He reminds you sternly and your cheeks warm up as you nod.
“I know that, Corio.” You shift in his lap and he rubs your waist.
The air shifts, making it difficult for you to keep still.
A knock pulls your attention to the door.
“Mister and Missus Snow, we have arrived.”
Coriolanus looks at you and raises both brows briefly as if making a point.
You roll your eyes and get off, he lets you this time.
The private beach. Well, more like a private island. It was like how every beach shown in brochures is.
The staff is already waiting by the docks, standing tall and in uniformed clothing.
“Don’t worry, Missus Snow. The staff will be here only until seven in the evening.” The head butler tells you as he escorts you and your husband off the yacht.
“The security?” Coriolanus looks around the island, taking in every face that was present.
The butler nods, a proud smile on his lips.
“Stationed just in this dock and on the ocean.”
You would love to have privacy but not if it meant compromising you and your husband’s safety.
“Peacekeepers are also stationed on the coast.” The head butler reassures you. “This island is also being covered by the most recent security offered by District 3. We have sonars covering the waters. There is no need to be uneasy.”
It was these kinds of over the top operations that reminds you that it is the President you have married. His security can easily topple the peace that President Ravinstill tried so hard to maintain.
“The staff will come to prepare your meals and leave after the dishes are cleaned up. The day after tomorrow, the cleaning crew will take care of the linens and your laundry.” The staff bows at you as you pass by them. “Should you need something else. We are a call away. We are stationed in the ocean to respond right away to your every need.”
You share a look with Coriolanus. It was a bit overkill, you both can agree. But nothing less for the Presidential couple.
“Food is being prepared right at this moment.” The head butler continues.
The villa is nice and airy. Spacious and a perfect place to relax in. And the smell of food, oh it is divine.
“The gods heard you.” Coriolanus jests and you scan the table to see a glistening filet mignon. Coriolanus pulls a chair for you and you thank him. The head butler pours you a glass of posca and you smile gratefully.
Coriolanus and you eat your dinner quietly. Giving compliments to the chefs who are standing in anticipation behind you. You are generous in your praise, just to help in easing their anxiety.
You bid them goodbye as they all board a boat to take their leave.
When they are a considerable distance away, you and Coriolanus are able to drop the pretense.
“Ugh.” You groan as you grip your gown up to head inside the villa. “I refuse to see anybody for twenty-four hours straight.”
Coriolanus follows after you, his hands clasped behind his back in a relaxed manner. “Does that include me?”
You look at him briefly. “What a stupid question.” You link your arms to his and he glances at the clam expression on your face.
Now that he is standing so close, he notices just how much your childhood features remained in your face. Your eyes and lips stayed the same.
“There was this one time I found you under the tables during a banquet held by our fathers.” Coriolanus tells you and you don’t look up to him. “I accidentally kicked you.”
You only hum to acknowledge him.
“I slipped under the tablecloth and joined you.” He recalls. “And you stole my first kiss.”
“Corio, stop talking.” You groan.
“You told me you will be my wife.”
You purse your lips, not knowing how to respond.
Sighing, you finally say, “You were distraught.”
“I was five.”
“In the Academy. You hated me.”
“I envied you.”
Coriolanus opens the door and lets you pass first. You continue to walk until you find the bedroom and he follows suit.
“Is that why you preferred Clemensia Dovecote’s company?” You say sharply and Coriolanus looks at you as he leans on the vanity to undo his coat.
“She was pretty. A nice accessory.”
You walk over to him, throwing your arms on his shoulders as you look deeply into his eyes.
“You think she’s pretty?”
He shakes his head. “Not anymore. She’s more of a snake than a dove now.”
“But you thought she was pretty.”
Coriolanus places a hand on your waist to steady you.
“That was because I did not want to admit my attraction to you.”
You pull away, doe eyes looking up at him meekly as your brows raise hopefully. “You were attracted to me?”
“I am attracted to you. How could I not be when everything about you tells the entire Capitol that you are mine?”
With utmost shyness, you focus your attention on his tie, not quite able to meet his eyes. “You didn’t care.”
“The rosettes you used to wear in your hair were pretty.” He smiles as he tucks your hair to the side. “And so were the rosette patterns on the lace of your panties.”
Your movements have gone still. Your eyes wide as you feel like a bucket of ice was dumped on your head. Your eyes are frantic as you look up at him. His face was passive, not betraying him.
“You think you were sneaky?” He taunts as he starts to pull at your dress. “You thought I would not know about your naughty little secrets?”
You gasp when he rips a stitch of your dress as he tugs it.
“Corio.” You say breathlessly. “How did you-”
“That initiation we had in our first year.” He says gruffly as he pulls your gown once more until your breasts come spilling out. “You were to exit the academy with just your skirts and blouse.”
Your face flushes. “Y-you saw?”
“Everybody did.” He tells you and you bury your face in his chest. “It worked in my favor. No boys came after you in the Academy.”
You cursed the wind that day.
Coriolanus pulls your gown and his fingers hook on the dainty fabric that cupped your innocence.
You place your hands on his shoulders as he tugs them down. You cover your face as he gets the fabric off.
“Oh, will you look at that?” He chuckles as he examines the lacy fabric. “Still adorned with rosettes.” He twists the fabric in his long fingers and you swallow as your throat has gone dried up at the sight. You grab his arm when he brings it up his nose. He looks at you sternly. “Smells like roses too and feminine musk.”
You have had enough. After securing your gown, you turn back to him and head to the closet, muttering angrily but he chases after you and pulls you to the lounge instead.
“You are a…a sick man!” You say angrily as you pull away.
“If I am sick, then so are you for liking it.” He laughs as he finishes his work with your gown until your torso is bare but he never quite got it off you just yet. “Come here, my love.” He sits on a plush chair and beckons you by patting his thighs.
You attempt to sit sideways but he clicks his tongue and with much reluctance, you straddle him instead.
He keeps his eyes on you as he holds your hips, his fingers digging in the large poof of your gown.
“You look so bridal.” He says. “I’d want nothing else but to ruin you while you still have the dress on.” Coriolanus noses your cheek.
“You’d let me, won’t you?” He asks in a deeper voice, making you nod your head with your eyes closed and lip caught between your teeth.
He chuckles at your startled gasp as he prodded at your petals. His fingers spread to your lips, creating a wet noise that had you wrapping your arms around his neck once more as you hid away.
“She’s wet.”
You buck your hips against his when his thumb presses flat on your pearl.
“You like it?” He smiles against your hair and you hum. “Words, darling.”
“I do, Corio.” You murmur against his chest. “More please.”
He swallows thickly as he lets a finger slip between your folds and he winces lightly when you bite his shoulder. His finger was met with resistance but he pushed it further, willing you to relax.
“There you go.” He says as you start to grind against his hand. You throw your head back as your hands grip his shoulders.
“Mmh!” You mewl, your eyebrows pinched as hot puffs of air escape your lips that have bloated after being nibbled. “F-feels sooo good!”
Coriolanus watches your face as you move above him, his fingers dripping with your sweet honey.
The thickness of his fingers nudged at your quivering walls, it had soft sighs spilling from your lips. He curls his fingers upward and you melt as it massages the sweet spot inside you.
You suddenly gasp, bowing your head as your hands grasp at his hair. “C-Corio…I’m-…Oh!”
Your body seizes up as you pull him close, your walls pulsating around his fingers as you cum. Your honey stains your thighs and he revels at the look on your face.
Coriolanus carries you to your bed as he dips his head to kiss you. You are mewling his name through the kiss as his fingers keep massaging your walls. He gently slips his fingers out of you, the sensation most frustrating.
He slips out of his coat and you admire him for a while before trying to tug your gown off but he glares at you and your hands retreat from doing it. The gown is soon tugged from you and you find yourself covering your feminine parts as his eyes roam around your body.
Warm rough hands cup under your knee to part your legs further. You whine in embarrassment and you make an attempt to pull your knees together. Still so shy from him seeing your body.
“Don’t.” He warns and your bones turn weak, you feel shameful with how much your body responds to him.
“I’m sorry.” You say meekly.
Both of you are thrumming in anticipation as he unbuckles his pants and you wait with bated breath as he frees himself.
Coriolanus grunts as he grips his cock, pumping until you feel a warm dribble land on your stomach.
You watch his face contort with concentration as he guides his leaking tip on your entrance and you bite back a moan as the tip catches, the head slotting itself between your petals.
“If you hold back on your sounds, I would get upset.” He says pointedly and you nod at him, your hand running on his arm to soothe him and to get him to hurry.
Coriolanus hooks your legs over his arms, he holds your waist as he slips himself inside you.
Your pained gasp had him gritting his teeth.
“Just a bit more, darling.”
But that was a lie. He was barely in.
Your nails are biting at his arms, forming red angry crescent moons.
“Almost there.” He groans and you let out a choked sob, feeling the burn from the tight stretch.
Coriolanus inhales sharply as your tightness keeps him from filling you. He places your legs back on the mattress and he clicks his tongue at how your walls reject his size. He glances at your face before he tongues his cheek.
“I’m sorry, my love.”
You don’t get to ask why when he crawls on top of you, his corded arms slipping under you so he can grip your shoulders. He pulls back slightly and your juices, now painted pink with the mixture of your broken innocence, slips to coat your inner thighs.
Coriolanus murmurs apologies on your hair and makes shallow thrusts, your hands gripping his nape with the conflict of pleasure and pain, making you wetter and wetter. And in one full thrust, he sheaths himself.
Your eyes shot open as you clawed on his back, feeling yourself tipping before you came crashing down. Your flower clenches as it pulses around him, your slick overflowing with his tip kissing your cervix.
You are making noises that Coriolanus never thought you were capable of. Your words were more of like babbles as wet sobs spilled from your lips.
The sight of you, so debauched, makes Coriolanus laugh. “You come from just being stuffed full?”
Your glare up at him but your tongue is still unable to form words as pleasure makes tears leak from your eyes.
“Yeah, feels good, doesn’t it?” He chuckles while he rocks his hips against yours.
He watches with amusement at how you throw your head back when he pounds on you. He can see your pulse jumping and he wonders if he knows how vulnerable you are right now. He grazes his teeth on the thinness of your skin and to his surprise, you mewl wantonly, only tightening around him.
“Naughty girl.” He chuckles but you look at him, offended.
“I’m not.”
He kisses your pouting lips. “Hm?”
You shake your head. “I’m not.”
“You’re not naughty?” He snickers and you nod. You are acting no different to a drunk. “That’s right. You’ve been a good girl, haven’t you?”
Coriolanus wonders if the look you are giving him are what they say heart eyes are.
He realized that he feels most powerful when he is on top of you and making you feel good.
Your feet absentmindedly slide to caress his leg and he smiles at your adorable display of affection.
Nobody would believe the sight of you right now.
So docile, so submissive.
The damp fabric under you was uncomfortable and it was too warm, but such tiny discomforts flew over your head when Coriolanus was making you feel too good.
Your big teary eyes look at him as your brows curl in pleasure, you were too adorable he had to kiss you.
You break the kiss with a whine, your heels digging on the mattress as your back arches off the bed.
Coriolanus understood and fucked into you rougher, trying to keep a steady pace but it was getting harder and harder for him to do when your soft wet walls rub against his sensitive cock.
“Corio, Corio please!” You beg him as your hands cupped his face in desperation.
He seethes through gritted teeth, his hands leaving a red print on your shoulders as he crushed you with his weight. You were sobbing, just needing him all to yourself.
And you cum once more. You are lost as every coil in your body snaps. You are unraveling beneath him and Coriolanus grunts, chasing his own high and he slots the tip of his manhood deep inside you and spills his seed.
You wince at the warm spurts of his spend and you pull him to share another kiss.
Coriolanus breathed heavily against your lips. He felt invincible yet ready to go down on his knees for you. No wonder why so many empires collapsed for women. He would gladly die if you asked him to at this moment.
Your sob pulls him from his thoughts and looks at you with concern.
Coriolanus tucks your damp hair to the side as he kisses your cheek. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did I go too rough?”
You shake your head as you pull him closer, your legs crossing over his posterior, burying him deeper inside you, making him groan, the tendons on his arms popping in an attempt to control himself.
“I love you. I love you, Corio. It felt so good.”
He chuckles at your words and he nods, dipping low to kiss your lips once more. “I love you too.” He looks deep into your eyes and starts moving his hips once more, determined to make love to you again.
You give him a tired smile but you encourage him by tracing his nape sensually with your manicured nails.
You share a look of pure fondness, so in love and lost in pleasure.
It was then you realized that you need nothing else but each other and you would do everything to protect this love you found.
Quest for Happiness
#coriolanus snow x reader#young coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus x reader#tbosas#the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#husband coriolanus#coriolanus smut#hunt for glory#quest for happiness
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Dive
PAIRING: doyoung x afab reader (ft djj)
WORD COUNT: 8.9k (got a bit carried away)
SUMMARY: your best friend drags you out to a club to be her wingwoman as she meets back up with a stunning stranger and you cross paths with the hottest man you've ever seen in an expensive suit and a cross around his neck
THANK YOU: @strwbrysunday you know how important you've been in getting this across the finish line and you're a literal angel. thank you so much <3 thank you to all my friends who watched me brainrot over this over the past week and inspiring me to keep working on it with your positive words.
WARNINGS: explicit smut, smoking, drinking, drug reference, profanity, heavy religious imagery in a sexual setting (and I mean HEAVY - so if this is going to bother you, this isn't the fic for you)
PLAYLIST: Dive by DoJaeJung, Angel by NCT 127
This was clearly inspired by the Doyoung D&G promo images with the rosary and the rest was history...
I can dive, I'm diving into you
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Ouch. You pinch your eyelash with the curler as you lean in closer to the glassy mirror in your best friend’s bathroom. You knew you should be wearing your contacts but had forgotten them at home and you weren’t going to hear the end of it from her if that was the excuse you had for ditching her for the night.
It had been an exhausting week at work but somehow your adorable firecracker of a platonic soulmate since childhood had dragged you to her apartment as soon as the clock hit 5:00PM in the co-working space your small start-up you both worked for shared with some other local environmental companies.
She had shed off her casual work clothes hours before, now wearing a glittery black dress, hugging her hips tightly, strings ruched up the side revealing plenty of thigh, covered with nude fishnets. You envied her long and bouncy locks that flowed down her back, reaching up to touch your straight hair that never cooperated with the curling iron.
“What is it?” she asked from behind you, catching you staring.
“Is there something on my dress?” she spun around, craning her head to look at her own ass in the mirror.
You started to speak before you realized she was showing off, dropping to the floor quickly before slowly standing again, shimmying her rear as she started to sway to the faint music coming from her living room.
You rolled your eyes with a huff, curling your other eye’s lashes and applying a few coats of mascara.
“Loosen up, angel,” she called back as she moved into her walk-in closet to select her shoes and handbag, using her pet name she had been calling you for years.
You finished up the rest of your makeup, cleaning up the little pile of products and packing them back neatly in their small pouch before examining yourself in the mirror. Your dark hair fell almost to your shoulders, eyes accentuated with smudged dark liner and cheekbones dusted with a bright coral blush that complimented the glossy color across your lips. You had let your best friend convince you to dress up more than you usually did, since she said the club you were going to tended to cater to a more affluent clientele.
A skin tight white leather crop top pushed your breasts up nicely and you had even let your friend dust some shimmering glitter across them with a large puff earlier. You smoothed the matching devastatingly short skirt and adjusted the lace up black boots that travelled up your long legs and over your knee. You felt confident in the outfit and only slightly uneasy about the night ahead. Your friend had a tendency to scan for her prey of the night the minute you entered a venue and often spent the night locking lips with half the dance floor or as she did the weekend before, dancing on stage with the burlesque dancers at the late night speakeasy.
Standing next to her as you both did final checks in the mirror, you looked like the moonlight and sunlight, night and day, devil and angel. A dangerous pair for any person to come across in a crowded club with these outfits, to say the least. You giggled as your friend planted a glossy kiss to your ear before pushing your hair back into place, following her out of the spacious apartment.
“WOO!” shrieked your friend, waving long fingernails at a tall, slender man leaning against a private booth tucked near the DJ. A warm grin spread across his plush lips and you couldn’t help it when your heart jumped a little in your chest. How your friend always found the most attractive people to surround herself always surprised you (not like you were complaining).
She had met Jungwoo the weekend before at a rave and had gabbed your ear off about the attractive and rich heir to a fortune who lived downtown in the middle of all the weekend excitement and had fed her drinks all night long while clutching onto her hips as they danced. She hadn’t gone home with him but instead had gotten his number and promised to meet him out the next weekend. The next weekend was now and out the two of you were.
Jungwoo was absolutely stunning, bright white hair damp, long, and hanging around his cheeks and across his forehead. He wore a sheer blouse unbuttoned halfway, exposing much of his toned chest and loose grey slacks that didn’t leave much to the imagination when he moved.
Taking careful steps through the crowd, you followed your friend who now had her hand held close to the lips of another man, this one dressed in the remains of an expensive suit, tie loose and sloppy around his neck with several buttons of a crisp pale blue shirt undone. He had dark hair slicked back to reveal his stunning face and his eyes glittered when he pulled them to yours to greet you.
“This is Jaehyun, Jungwoo’s roommate!” she giggled, a glass of champagne somehow already in her hand as she grinned at Jaehyun’s tender kiss to the back of her hand.
“Lovely to meet you, girls,” Jaehyun spoke deep and smoothly, his voice like velvet.
You cleared your throat with a small smile and shifted your weight in the uncomfortable shoes, eyes darting past the two men in front of you to a third seated in the booth.
Goosebumps instantly dotted your bare arms as you raked your eyes over one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. Even seated, you could tell he was tall with a broad frame. His hand was stretched out across his knee, high end designer fabric covering every inch of his body.
As if in slow motion, he lifted his head from his phone, placing it next to him to take a long sip from the short glass of dark liquid on the table in front of him. He brought his dark eyes up to meet yours and as soon as you made contact you watched his adam’s apple move in his throat, gulping as he peeled his eyes down your body.
You moved a hand to grip your other forearm, suddenly self conscious but equally intrigued, cocking your head slightly to the side. Your vision blurred briefly and you cursed yourself for not remembering your contacts as your loss of focus refused to let you make out the expression on the mystery man’s face.
“Doie - don’t be rude, say hi!” Jungwoo slurred out, taking a strong hand to the small of your back to guide you into the booth and directly next to Doyoung.
“Hi,” he spoke, quiet and soft, pulling his hand off his knee to extend a handshake to you.
You chuckled lightly and let him shake your hand, taking a moment to inspect him further now that you could see him better.
The white collared shirt under his suit jacket was tight (almost too tight) with the top buttons straining against the fabric enclosure. He had a soft jaw and plump lips, dark hair styled in a way that was kept but still messy in a sexy way. When he smiled his eyes crinkled in the corners and his neutral facial expression was hard to read when he wasn’t speaking.
You let your eyes wander down to his tight pants before shaking your head, begging your dirty mind to control itself. It hadn’t been that long since you had hooked up with a stranger at a bar but long enough to let your mind wander within minutes of meeting this man.
Doyoung reached across the table to pour you a glass of champagne from the bottle in the ice bucket and as he did, you noticed a glimmering chain around his neck. As he leaned further, you saw the small black beads on the chain catching the light and much to your surprise, a cross slipped into view briefly.
You sucked in a deep inhale at the sight - this man was wearing a fucking rosary around his neck.
Flashes of hours kneeling for Easter vigil mass, heavy clouds of incense in your face as you held the thurible in a floor length white robe, dark smudges on your forehead, and getting tipsy off communion wine in the church basement with your cousins flew across your mind as you watched him laugh at something Jaehyun said.
Jungwoo swore loudly as he dripped tequila across the table, attempting to pour five shots evenly. You can’t pull your eyes away from Doyoung, watching as he bows his head lightly, wincing ever so slightly at the curse words.
Who the fuck is this guy?
Taking a long drink from your champagne glass and tossing back the shot that is handed to you, you reach into your bag and dig out a carton of cigarettes, pulling the ashtray at the center of the table closer to you.
Pulling a loose stick with your lips, you instinctively gesture towards Doyoung who moves a hand quickly to decline. You shrug and move a bit closer to Jungwoo who is taking a long drag from a neon green vape. He chuckles and tosses his hair from his eyes as he watches the interaction.
“You’re better off making moves on Jae,” he says to you on his exhale. He tosses an arm around your shoulder, nudging your bare shoulder lightly with his thumb, cocking his chin up to draw your attention to a smiley Jaehyun swaying to the music, slightly off beat, as your friend tries to get him to salsa dance with her.
“Doyoung is a little more on the conservative side. Doesn’t smoke, doesn’t like getting high, barely gets drunk, takes his grandma to church on Sundays, all that,” Jungwoo adds, giving you a softer smile as he pulls your eyes into contact with his.
You narrow your own eyes slightly, not sure if this is some twisted attempt at reverse psychology to push you even more into the arms of his friend. While he was wearing the rosary, that didn’t necessarily scream “priest”. He was in a high end club’s most desirable VIP booth, surrounded by drinks and other substances, with two party boys that looked like models.
“Well he’s taken every shot that’s been poured for him, so I don’t know about that ‘not getting drunk’ part,” you quip back, taking a long drag from your cigarette and blowing it behind you through tightly pursed lips, intentionally avoiding Doyoung’s direction.
“Yeah he and Jaehyun lost some big account today, I think he’s just blowing off some steam. Plus he owes me,” Jungwoo winks as punctuation, making it apparent that he wasn’t going to elaborate on the end of that statement.
Throughout the night you learn that Doyoung and Jaehyun work at a big investment bank, Jaehyun sharing a small apartment with Jungwoo in the middle of all the city nightlife, the three of them having known each other since they were kids. Doyoung seemed to have never moved on from their strong faith-based formative years, holding onto these ideals even years later and still an active member of his family’s church community. When he checks the time on his phone you see the smiling face of an older woman pushed up against his, assuming this to be the grandmother Jungwoo mentioned before.
He’s quiet as you chat with him, having to do most of the talking, but is kind and puts some of your nerves at ease even when your friend is off in the middle of the dance floor doing god knows what with god knows who.
Despite his reserved nature, you feel his eyes trained on your every move, following your lips and hands as you smoke another cigarette, the way you cross and uncross your legs with ease, despite the short skirt that has a tendency to ride up when you wiggle in your seat.
You watch him in the same way he watches you, the way his hair falls into his eyes every once and a while and instead of pushing it away with his hand, he shakes his head lightly, flicking his eyes up as if to chastise the loose strands. When he leans forward to take a sip of his drink or gesture to the waitress, his toned chest is exposed by the undone buttons on his shirt.
As much as you hate to admit it, his very presence is intoxicating and it’s affecting you more than you would like. Goosebumps crop up on your arms and you suddenly feel chilled in the warm room, sending a shiver down your spine.
A loud laugh draws your attention across the booth and you are met with the sight of your friend feverishly making out with Jaehyun, sandwiched between him and Jungwoo who has his hand up the hem of her dress, laughing into her neck.
You whip your head back towards Doyoung, giving an awkward smile to him before the chill sets over you again. You train your gaze downwards, examining the patterned carpet on the floor and the laces on your thigh high boots, picking at the edge of the string. You startle at the feeling of fabric being draped over your shoulders, looking up to see that Doyoung has placed his suit jacket around your shoulders.
He keeps his arm wrapped around your shoulder after placing the jacket and you suddenly feel an additional set of eyes on you as you lift up to meet Jaehyun’s gaze. He’s staring at your slightly spread legs, running a wicked tongue across his bottom lip as it quirks up into a wry smile.
You feel Doyoung’s grip around your shoulder tighten and turn to see his face close to yours, your heart jumping in your chest when you feel his breath across your cheek. You can’t bear to break eye contact with him, despite the fact that you desperately wish you could see Jaehyun’s reaction.
“You seemed cold,” he murmurs to you, lips almost brushing across your skin as he speaks close to your ear. He smells delicious, like soft musk but still clean and warm. You mentally take note to slyly ask Jungwoo what cologne his friend wears.
“Thank you,” is all you can muster and you resist the urge to drop your head to his shoulder, suddenly feeling lightheaded in the haze of alcohol, nicotine, and the blaring music of the club.
Doyoung reaches to the table for his glass, arm never leaving your shoulder, rolled shirt sleeve revealing a large and intricate cross tattoo on his forearm. At the sight of the ink you are jolted back to the reality that this man is not who you want him to be. You would normally have a hand palming his groin in the dim lights of the club, moaning into his mouth as he gripped the exposed skin on your back and whispered filthy strings of words into your ear.
But no, you had to bag the “Holier than Thou, Man of God.” Of course you did. This was not going to be good for your libido.
Your friend is suddenly dragging you by the hand to the bathroom, moving surprisingly fast in her towering heels.
“Sooooooooo, angel,” she whines from the single use stall she pulled you into after locking the door.
“What are you about to ask me to do?” you sigh, fixing your hair in the mirror as your friend hikes up her dress to pee.
“I’m going to take those two home with me,” she bluntly tells you, as you predicted.
“Yeah I think anyone in this club could have told me that,” you reply, rolling your eyes for dramatic effect. You didn’t really care what she did, only frustrated now that you had to make the hike home in an expensive taxi or wait for the unreliable train service.
“It’s fine, babe, I’ll get home okay,” you add, mustering the sweetest tone you can for your oldest friend. She deserved to blow off steam as much as next person, but you loved staying over at her luxury apartment on the weekends and the lazy mornings you spent sipping homemade cappuccinos and doing face masks.
“You’re the BESTTTT!” she nearly shouts, throwing her arms around you, damp hands fresh from washing them in the sink getting your skin wet. You laugh at her, congratulating her on getting her dick wet and ushering her out of the small room with a smack to her ass.
Back at the booth she wastes no time murmuring in the ears of the two eager men before they share a steamy three way kiss that results in Jungwoo tugging Jaehyun’s bottom lip with his teeth, looping an arm around his slim waist.
You are flicking through the various ride share apps on your phone to find the cheapest option, boots feeling uncomfortably tight on your feet after a long night. Last thing you want to do in this outfit is sit on an empty train and make the long walk uphill to your apartment complex once you arrive at your stop.
“What are you doing?” Doyoung asks, face suddenly close to yours again. There’s a level of concern in his eyes that you cannot read when he speaks to you.
“Calling for a car home, I don’t have the luxury of living right here downtown and had plans to crash at hers. I’m assuming my job doesn’t pay as well as yours and Jae’s,” you reply, only lifting your eyes up to meet his after you’ve spoken.
God his eyes are so pretty.
“Why don’t you stay at mine, I can sleep on the couch and my driver can take you home in the morning,” he offers, picking your phone out of your hand and locking the screen.
You open your mouth in protest before thinking more on the offer. His driver?! You would be crazy to turn him down and your friend is already halfway out the door headed towards what will undoubtedly be a night to remember.
You nod and quickly stand, holding a hand out for his, guiding him out the back door of the club. He’s making a call on his phone in a hushed tone while you slide your long coat over his blazer, still wrapped around your shoulders, Jungwoo giving you a small smile and wiggle of his fingers as he slides into the back of a cab.
“I love you angellllll,” your friend slurs out dramatically, knowing she is far less drunk than she appears, playing up the antics for the men around her. Jaehyun has an arm tucked loosely around her waist, grinning ear to ear as the evening wind ruffles his dark hair.
You pull your friend in for a hug before she ducks into the car, latching her lips immediately onto Jungwoo’s exposed neck, drawing a chuckle from you on the street.
Jaehyun pauses before getting in the car, dipping down to whisper right along the shell of your ear.
“Angel is it? I don’t know about that,” he practically moans out, voice breathy and deep.
“Seemed like a devil in disguise in that tight little skirt, slutty legs spread in the club for our sweet and innocent Doie,” he laughs out, laying the degrading tone on thick. His finger is under your chin, tipping it up to force you to look at him. Your heart is pounding and flying around your chest and you can feel your cheeks burn.
Suddenly there’s a hand on your back and you don’t have to look to know that Doyoung has stepped up behind you.
Jaehyun gives you a wink, pushing past you to plant a lingering kiss on Doyoung’s cheek, before turning and disappearing into the car.
Before you can say anything to Doyoung, a black town car replaces the cab in its spot on the busy street, Doyoung moving quickly to open the door for you, helping you in with a strong hand. He closes the door softly before moving around to the street side to slide in next to you, greeting the driver in the front pleasantly.
Your head is spinning and you desperately hope there is time to have a cigarette before going upstairs to Doyoung’s apartment, feeling anxiety creeping up in your chest.
Despite the spacious backseat, Doyoung can’t help but be pressed up against you, twisting to look at you as you make small talk. You watch him when he answers questions you ask and listen to a small story about a frustrating email exchange at work, as if the two of you had known each other forever.
Distracted by the beaded chain around his neck again, you reach over, taking the cross gingerly in between your pointer and middle finger, inspecting it. The metal is cold in your hand and nostalgia rushes over you as you hold it in your hand.
“I dip it in holy water every morning to help keep me grounded and ask that God bless my daily travels,” he offers, smiling lightly at you as he explains in earnest. You know by now that he isn’t lying, that there would be no reason for him to.
“I kiss it as well, asking him to bless my words and calm my mind in a world filled with temptation,” he continues, unwilling to break the heavy eye contact.
He reaches out and draws your fingers to his lips, still holding the cross, and kisses the small metal piece, catching the tips of your fingers with soft lips. They are warm and plush, sending jolts of electricity through your hand and to your chest. You have to shift in your seat to calm the throbbing in your core. This gesture shouldn’t be turning you on this much and you know now that if there is a hell, you surely are destined to take residence there.
The tension in the car is thick as you shiver, hand moving before you have a chance to think, bringing his hand and yours to your own lips, copying his kiss. You watch him gulp and pull his bottom lip in between his teeth as his eyes darken at the sight of the cross pressed to your lips.
Oh you are so royally fucked.
You watch him as he absently brushes the back of his hand against your own in the elevator ride to the top floor of the sleek and modern building. He lets his fingers tangle with yours briefly before holding his hand out when the door starts to open, bringing the foyer of his apartment into view.
You let a gasp fall from your lips, taking in the beautiful space around you. Lights flick on as you reach down to release the knot holding the laces of your boots in place, stepping out of them carefully by steadying yourself on a small table adorned with realistic looking fake flowers.
You try to keep your boots tidy under the coat rack, slipping off your coat and hanging it up and checking yourself in the small mirror above hooks of dangling keys. You notice one key with a Kuromi cover, smiling lightly and wondering if he had picked that out for himself. He will tell you one day that it is the key to his mailbox and one of the kids from his Sunday school class brought it in for him after they said Kuromi reminded them of Doyoung.
You follow him to the open living area which melts into the compact kitchen adorned with granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. He’s opening the door to the fridge, pulling out a pitcher of water and pouring two glasses.
The apartment is warm but minimalistic in style, adorned with shades of cream, black and gray. You half expect to see a statue of Mary where the tv sits but there’s barely any religious imagery present. Maybe you had misjudged him after all.
As you close the space between you, you let his blazer slip from your shoulders, catching it and folding it gently in your hands, looking up towards him through your long lashes as you lean your hip against the cold edge of the counter, offering the blazer to him. Instead of taking the jacket from your hands, he leans forward, brushing a thumb across the high point of your cheek, examining your face.
“Let me know if there is anything I can get you to feel more at home, I want you to feel comfortable,” he murmurs, eyes flicking down briefly to your lips before meeting your gaze again.
You feel butterflies in your chest and despite how tired you know you should be, your heart is pounding and core tightening at how close he stands to you in his beautiful apartment, finally able to hear his voice clearly without the sounds of the club or busy streets of the city. It’s velvety smooth and even and his lips tip up at the edges when he finishes his kind statement. You want desperately to push up and capture them in yours but instead nod slowly, taking one of the glasses of water into your hand gulping down some of the cool liquid to try to quell the arousal building within you.
He brushes your skin with his thumb once more before taking the jacket from you, moving to his bedroom and returning moments later with a couple pillows and a large blanket, which he leaves on the plush couch.
“I don’t mind just sleeping out here,” you offer, scanning the comfortable looking room, knowing if you slept in the living room you might be able to more easily slip out unnoticed in the morning. You’ve never been one for tender mornings in bed with a one night stand and this situation shouldn’t be treated any different. You don’t believe he will actually make any move beyond what he has, despite the brief intimate moments you’ve shared since stepping out of the club.
“No no, I insist, take my bed. The bedding was just changed this morning,” he makes sure to note and you realize how rich this man truly must be if he avoided mentioning who exactly changed the sheets. Surely not Doyoung, with his thousands of dollars of clothing and jewelry on his body and on-call car service and penthouse suite.
He moves to open the door to the balcony, cool but comfortable night air flooding the living room as he hands you a vintage glass ashtray from the media cabinet.
“In case you need one before you go to sleep or in the night,” he offers, smiling lightly at the shocked look on your face.
“Jungwoo is always hanging around here when I’m working late and I’ve learned there is no way to stop people from doing something they want to do. I can’t change my friends and I wouldn’t want to. I have things in my life and things I have removed from my life but that is my own decision and shouldn’t affect my relationships with those I love,” he adds, fingers brushing over yours as they make contact to pass the item to you.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll take a shower quickly and then let you have the bedroom and bathroom. If you need it, there’s a toilet near the elevator and some fresh fruit in the fridge,” he continues, resisting the urge to brush his lips over your bare shoulder.
You thank him and take your purse out to the balcony, closing the door lightly behind you but making sure it latches fully. Stepping forward towards the edge of the balcony, you quickly light a cigarette and feel calm wash over you as you watch the flickering lights of the city skyline. The cool air feels good against your cheeks and exposed abdomen, needing desperately to cool down. You try (and fail) to not let your mind wander to thoughts of Doyoung in a steamy rainfall shower, steam gathering on glossy mirrors and hot water racing down toned biceps and thighs.
You burn through it eagerly, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray and disposing of it in a small bin attached to the balcony’s railing before heading back inside. Doyoung is emerging from his bedroom in a tight white tank top and loose grey sweatpants, bare feet padding across the plush throw rug.
“I left you some clothes and towels on the bed but help yourself to my closet if you need something warmer,” he mutters awkwardly, the power balance shifting slightly as he stands in front of you in casual clothes, black rosary still visible proudly on his chest.
“I’ll wash up, if that’s okay? If you’re tired and want to sleep, don’t worry about waiting for me to finish. I usually stay up pretty late and I’m sure you have early mornings,” you ramble, scratching at the back of your neck, suddenly feeling nervous.
“Take your time, I usually read for a while before bed,” he gestures to a small leather bound bible on the coffee table. Of course he does.
In the shower, you let the water rush over your body, using some of the small skincare bottles to wash your face and step out, massaging shower oil into your damp skin. You sigh into the warm white towel fresh off the warming rack and feel like you’re living in a dream.
Can’t I just stay here forever?
You know your modest apartment waits for you a few miles away, with your own much smaller and dingier balcony where you like to sketch in your journal as you watch birds settle on the hanging flower baskets. You could never see yourself living full time in the cold of the city, barely any green space and garbage littering the streets.
Checking outside the bathroom door before emerging, the coast is clear as you step back into his spacious bedroom, lightly touching the clothing he had laid out for you. A large and faded t-shirt that appears to be from a church camp is folded neatly, logo barely still visible.
A package of unopened cotton boxer briefs is next to the shirt, knowing he must have been panicking thinking of how he could offer you something to wear without it seeming creepy. But he seems to at least have experience taking care of stranded tipsy guests (even if they usually were just Jungwoo and someone he brought home from the bar). You pull the shirt over your head and it falls easily to your mid-thigh, skimming over your hardened nipples, painful as they make contact with the cool air from the vent.
Sliding on the boxers, you pull them up to your waist and the shirt covers them fully. You decide against the sweatpants next to the shirt, knowing they will be far too long for you and opt to instead roll on the pair of long socks before placing the pants back on the dresser. You listen at the door for any noise from the living room, hearing a light hum of music you can’t decipher. Pressing your ear closer you recognize Debussy floating through the air and let out a small smile.
You’re about to tuck yourself into the king sized bed before you realize you didn’t bring the water glass in with you. Scanning the room you don’t see one and silently curse yourself.
Sliding the door open quietly, you stick your head out tentatively, his head lifting to look at you. He looks absolutely adorable, bundled up in a fluffy blanket with his small bible in his lap and two scented candles lit on the table. The music did turn out to be Debussy, playing softly on a record player in the corner.
“Is the music too loud?” he asks, moving as if he is going to turn it off.
“No no, it’s beautiful,” you breathe out in reply, sliding out from the door and covering your chest with your arms, self conscious. This causes the hem of the shirt to hike up, exposing a sliver of the white briefs covering your lower half.
Doyoung’s eyes trail down your body, as if wanting to mentally capture this image of you dressed in his clothes, standing sheepishly in front of him. He pushes away thoughts of you on your knees in front of him, mouthing along his length through his sweatpants while he tugs on your silky and damp hair.
“I, um, just came out for some water,” you add, crossing to the counter to grab the glass before returning to stand awkwardly next to the couch.
“Why does she call you angel?” he asks suddenly, pulling an arm up on the back of the couch, unintentionally opening up a perfect sized space for you to sit next to him.
You smile lightly and cross to sit next to him, perching on the edge of the cushion so as to not crowd him.
“My middle name is Angelica,” you replied softly. “She just took a liking to the pet name many years ago.”
He smiles softly at this explanation, suddenly aware that his other hand has strayed to the hem of his shirt hanging loose on your torso.
“Angel…” he tries, feeling the way it sounds in his voice, feeling the way the words taste as they roll off his tongue. He smirks, pinching the fabric at the edge of the shirt in between his fingers and releasing it.
“Can I call you that?” he breathes out, suddenly closer to your face than you had realized.
“Only if you’re a good boy,” you manage to say in an even tone, hand finally reaching out to touch his chest, flattening against his toned pecs, metal beads digging into your palm.
His eyes flutter, brain clearly short circuiting at the mention of praise, fingers stilling but breathing becoming more labored.
“Can I please kiss you?” you ask, eyes and voice hopeful. You palm the cross on the rosary, holding it tightly in your hand as you pull gently, bringing yourself closer to Doyoung as your eyes slip shut, not waiting for a response.
His lips are on yours suddenly, pressing firmly as his hand flies to your lower back, pressing you flush against his chest, capturing your hand in between your bodies. You refuse to let go of the rosary, pulling tighter so he’s forced to deepen the kiss.
You feel his hand push up the back of the shirt and up your back, as if reaching for a bra to unhook and you can’t help but smile against his mouth, knowing he is far less innocent than he seems.
You rise up on your knees, moving your legs to straddle him on the couch, suddenly feeling something firm against your bare thigh. Your grin grows, nuzzling against his nose teasingly.
“Well, well, look who isn’t such a good boy after all,” you growl out, unable to control how horny you are for this man under you.
He pulls back, breaking the kiss, brows furrowed in confusion at your comment. Reaching between your bodies, he pulls out the leather bible and you flush deeply, unable to process that you thought it was his erection.
You avert your eyes from his and reach an arm up to touch the back of your neck nervously but his hand quickly grabs your wrist as he moves your hand to his lap, eyes darkening. When he pushes you down against his sweatpants you feel him harder than you thought he would be, not to mention way bigger than you thought he would be.
“Who said I was a good boy, angel?” he asked quietly, almost sounding annoyed with you. He grips your wrist tighter, pulling you closer to him before capturing your lips in his again.
It takes you a moment to respond, brain foggy at the name and sequence of events that had just unfolded. It doesn’t take you long to recover before slipping your tongue into his mouth hungrily, fingers lacing his hair to pull him desperately close.
You can’t help but move quickly with him, spreading your thighs to grind slow circles into his clothed crotch, biting back moans that bubble in your throat.
Hands are suddenly tugging at the hem of the shirt and you quickly oblige, peeling off the thin cotton and discarding it on the floor. Your chest is heaving as you sit on his lap in just the white boxer briefs, nipples erect and back arched to push your full chest towards him.
Doyoung hungrily licks his lips, eyes darting over your body as if there’s a time limit to the amount of time he has to look. You know you look good and he knew from the minute he saw you walk in the club that you would be on his lap, tits bouncing as he pressed up towards you with an experimental thrust. A small groan slides from his spit slicked lips as he slides one hand to your lower back and the other to cup your breast.
“Good God,” he lets out before lowering his mouth to your nipple, flicking eyes up to watch as you tumble contrasting curses from your plump lips.
He moves his mouth expertly, tongue laving over the sensitive skin, teeth dragging against your tight nipple. His hand on your lower back feels huge, fingers spread wide and gripping at your flesh as if you will disappear if he loosens his grip.
“Fuck me right here,” you can’t help but mutter into his open mouth after a particularly loud gasp flies from your mouth when you feel the tip of his dick collide with your clothed clit.
He pulls back, face seemingly questioning himself, eyes flicking over to the coffee table with the bible before turning upwards and fluttering shut.
You’re amazed at how this man can have his tit in your mouth one minute and then the next…
“Wait, are you praying?!” you ask in shock, stifling the laughter that builds in your throat.
He peeks at you with one eye open, smiling lightly before closing his eyes again and humming out an incoherent reply.
“Amen,” he says softly after a few more moments have passed.
You don’t have time to question him further when he quickly pulls his shirt over his head, revealing tight and toned abs and letting his broad chest crowd you in what could only be described as a bear hug. He pulls you close to his chest and you can feel his heartbeat reverberating through your own skin.
“The angel wants to get fucked, does she?” he growls as he digs his nails into your back.
“Let’s see what we can do about that,” he adds before flipping you over suddenly, standing above you as he slides the boxers down to your ankles, leaving your socks on.
He then moves his hands to his own waistband, removing the sweatpants and revealing his hard cock, already flushed and angry with arousal. As he bends down, the rosary dangles from his neck and you can’t help but stare.
You’re laid out, exposed in front of him as he drops to his knees, nudging your knees to widen in front of him. Your eyes are wide as you watch him, controlling and calculated. You have to ask yourself the same question you asked in the club, who the fuck was this guy?
“You asked if I was praying earlier,” he speaks quietly, long fingers dragging along your sensitive inner thigh, avoiding where you want him the most.
“I just like to thank God before I eat,” he adds, eyes glimmering with mischief as he pushes forward, tongue licking a long stripe along your dripping core, sending shockwaves throughout your body.
Your brain is swimming with pleasure at the filthy words he spoke and the way his mouth is warm against your burning core, tugging on his hair and slipping your hand down to his neck to stroke the shorter strands there to encourage him.
His muffled moans send vibrations along your folds and shivers up your spine as he laps at you like it’s the fucking last supper. You feel your release close, thighs pulling in to tighten around his face. He shoves them back open every time they threaten to suffocate him, giving him access to every inch of you.
Your orgasm creeps up on you and you are suddenly screaming his name, head thrown back on the back of the couch, vision blinding white. Your eyes are clenched shut as you make every attempt to slow your heavy breathing.
You feel warm hands under your thighs and realize he's lifting you from the couch. You let your arms fall lazily around his shoulders and your head loll over as he carries you to the bedroom. Laying you gently on your back, he’s suddenly leaning over you, lips brushing against your jaw, peppering kisses up to your ear and leaving more along your hairline.
“That was heavenly,” you sigh out, feeling dizzy from the soft gestures.
He smiles and pushes your hair from your face, leaning down to kiss you. You can’t get enough of his lips, every time they press over yours you’re drawn in closer, wanting more and more.
“I know you said you wanted me to fuck you on the couch and as much as I would love to bend you over and slam into you, I want to see your face when I make you cream on my dick,” he says as if it’s the simplest and most normal sentence on the planet. He sits up, reaching a veiny hand over to the bedside table and into the shallow drawer there.
Your mouth hangs open for a moment until you feel his fingers on you again, rubbing slow circles on you, gathering your post orgasm arousal as he tears open a condom that is carefully dangling between his lips. He slicks up his rock hard erection with your wetness before sliding it on and running a hand through his now messy hair.
You adjust yourself on the bed, propping your knees up so he can crawl between them. He brings his face close to yours and drags his tongue lazily against your lower lip before pushing into you.
Your eyes widen, feeling the stretch of his massive cock and the look on his face when he finally feels himself inside you. You swear he’s seen the second coming of Christ and you wish you could take a picture of the pure bliss.
It doesn’t take long for him to pick up a consistent pace of pumping in and out of you, grunts and moans falling from his lips and sounding almost like he’s singing. You almost come at the sight of the rosary dangling above you and moving with each thrust, knowing how fucking filthy this is but how it’s the most turned on you’ve been in ages.
He’s close and you don’t know how much longer you can last after him so you hook your legs around his back and push on him, silently begging to flip over. He obliges and lets you return to a similar position from the couch, him seated against the pillows and you rising up and down on his cock. This drives you insane, watching his face contort in pleasure as you ride him, letting his name fall over and over from your lips like your own prayer.
“Angel, I’m so close,” he moans, pulling you so tight against his chest that you feel yourself becoming one with him. You move together, moan together, and release in strangled cries together.
You pull back, out of breath and struggling to compose yourself, glancing down at your chest to see an imprint of the cross in between swollen breasts. He has a hazy, happy grin across his face and you know you have to look the same in this moment.
He reaches out, brushing pads of his fingers across the imprint on your chest before dipping down to kiss at the cross mark.
You think your heart might explode in that very moment, suddenly visualizing the two of you holding hands in a church pew or leaning over candles, lighting them and bowing your heads in silence.
What the fuck has gotten into you?
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Once he finishes tucking the plush duvet around your naked body, he lays flat on his back, exhaling in relaxation for what sounded like the first time that night, and humming out an almost angelic note.
“And on the seventh day, God looked at all he had made and rested from the work he had done,” Doyoung paraphrased, grinning at his joke, turning slightly to nuzzle his face into your bare shoulder.
Your cheeks warmed and eyes welled as you watched your dark haired lover drift off into sleep, arms laying beside him, not clinging to you as they had been all night, as if fully relaxed at how you seemingly fit so easily into his bed, into his life.
Checking the time, you unlock your phone, lower the brightness, and fire off a couple check-in texts to your friend and one to your mother asking if you completed your sacraments as a child and if she knows where your old prayer book is. You can’t believe this man is reigniting this in you and while you know no amount of good sex is going to fully pull you back into a toxic institution, you see the good in him and wonder if there is a world where the two of you can balance his faith and your more progressive views.
The next morning comes quicker than you had anticipated and light is streaming through the sheers covering the floor to ceiling windows. You glance over to see a still sleeping Doyoung, surprised once you check the time, knowing he probably starts his day at the office before you. You check your phone, frustrated at how quickly it will soon be the time when your boss is checking in to see if you are working from home or coming into the office. You send off a quick message to let them know you will have a late start to the day, working from your apartment.
They reply with a teasing tone, noting that you and your friend must have gotten into some fun the night prior since she had called off entirely. Oh boy, couldn’t wait to hear about that.
You roll over, seeing Doyoung’s eyes open in narrow slits, running a wet tongue over his dry lips.
“Morning star,” he smiles at you, placing that same strong hand on your lower back, pulling you gently closer to him.
“Hi,” you squeak out, giggling as his fingers brush lightly over your spine, tickling you.
“Can I make you coffee?” he asks, pressing lips softly to your temple, holding there and breathing in the scent of your hair, still faintly holding the floral notes from his shampoo.
“You don’t have morning prayers to get to?” you tease, pushing your lips towards his, silently asking for a kiss.
He pulls back, knitting his brows together and almost rolling his eyes.
“You really have me all wrong you know,” he starts, pushing strands of hair from your face before cupping your cheek gently, just as he had in the kitchen last night when you first got back.
“Yes, I have my beliefs and values that ground me. But that doesn’t mean I abstain from every activity marked as a sin in the bible,” he continued, his voice even and strong but not mean.
“I would have thought that would have been obvious by everything we did last night,” he added, pressing a little more firmly on your lower back, gliding his palm down to the slope of your ass to grasp at the skin there.
You gulp audibly, startled by his candid admission. Maybe you did have him all wrong. Maybe you judged this book by the cover too quickly, your opinion shadowed by everything you knew from the devout adults you had grown up around. You had always assumed it was black and white, no gray space between for any compromise.
All you could do in that moment, overcome with emotions you weren’t quite ready to acknowledge, was pull him close to you and connect your hips with his to slowly create friction between the two of you. You hungrily captured his lips in yours, sighing into him as his fingers gently tugged your hair and brought you to another two unholy orgasms.
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You don’t bother showering again, opting to take Doyoung up on that ride home from his driver who arrives in less than fifteen minutes, despite the morning rush hour traffic. You’re soon stepping out onto the busy streets, feet back in those painful boots and coat wrapped tightly around you to cover your revealing outfit you still can’t believe you wore out all night (but probably have to thank for this entire encounter).
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t a lost little angel!” comes a familiar voice, catching you as you are approaching the black car, the driver standing with a neutral expression waiting to open the door for you.
“Jungwoo, hey,” you start, stepping towards the man who is placing his motorcycle helmet on the seat, arms crossed as he leans gently against the expensive bike.
He’s wearing low rise leather pants with a matching belt adorned with a large silver buckle. His jacket is open and you can see a tight and cropped red shirt underneath, exposing much of his toned abs and navel. Nude color blocking rose up the sides of the shirt, covered in black crescent moons and he is wearing a stack of gold chains tight around his neck. A large green stone is dangling from his ear, moving as he speaks.
His hair is fluffy from the helmet, eyes smudged lightly with dark liner, most likely still from the night before. He looks absolutely unreal and your mind drifts to images of your friend pressed between him and the equally sexy Jaehyun in the crowded bar, stirring tension deep in your core.
“How was your night?” you add, stepping closer to him, curious about what your friend had gotten into.
“I’m sure just as sinful as yours by the look of this walk of shame,” he almost sneers back, tone unmatched to the large grin covering his face from his lips to his eyes. He grabs your phone from you and punches his number in, punctuating with a sultry wink. His eyes are flicking up and down your body dramatically, making overly exaggerated facial expressions at you.
You roll your eyes at him, turning to head to the car, wagging your fingers at him seductively and putting extra emphasis in your steps as you know he has his eyes glued to your ass as you slide into the car.
When Doyoung emerges from the shower with a towel tied low around his waist he finds Jungwoo lounging in his favorite chair in the living room, flipping through a magazine he had left here the week before. He looks up to make eye contact with Doyoung, smiling and letting a low whistle slide out his lips.
“Don’t start, Woo,” Doyoung warns curtly, pouring two cups of coffee and preparing them the way they both like.
“Look look, I have Father Lee on speed dial, he’s ready to do an emergency confession for you in the lobby of your office if you need it this morning,” he laughs back, closing the magazine and accepting the mug.
Doyoung rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to reach over and slap the back of Jungwoo’s head. He knows his friend is exaggerating but he had consequently already sent Mark a text that he would stop by the church later that day for a chat. Having one of your oldest friends be a priest that was known for being more on the liberal side had its perks.
“Just because I don’t flaunt my escapades all over town or upload racy videos into the shared DJJ iCloud album, doesn’t mean I’m not getting my dick wet,” he replies after a long sip of much needed coffee.
Jungwoo almost spits out his coffee at the vulgar comment, lips twisting up into a wicked smile as he watches his friend, relaxed and shirtless mid-morning on a work day.
“Something’s different about you, Kim Doyoung,” Jungwoo chuckles, tapping back into his conversation with Jaehyun from earlier, who had frantically texted him from the office that Doyoung hadn’t shown up for their morning meeting and wasn’t replying to any of his texts.
“I guess you could say I was touched by an angel,” Doyoung replies wickedly, winking at Jungwoo before standing and letting his towel fall from his hips, whipping it at leather clad knees before walking slowly back into the bedroom.
Jungwoo’s eyes widen and a smile spreads across his face, watching his friend’s toned ass move away from him and examining the red marks dotting his broad back.
“Oh Jaeeeeee, I have an idea for something that could be fun and oh so messy,” Jungwoo whispers into the phone as he steps out onto the balcony, lighting a blunt in the cool morning air, surrounded by the sounds of the bustling city below.
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bringing you some thoughts on sugar daddy!yagi. it was going to be aizawa, but yagi seemed like a much better fit for what came to mind.
tw: f!reader, escort!reader, retired!yagi, retired/quirkless!yagi’s physical appearance isn’t known to the public
sugar daddy!yagi who never intended to be a sugar daddy. felt mortified at the thought that he was seriously considering hiring an escort for something as simple as companionship. why was it so hard to meet a nice woman to settle down with in his retirement? he was kind and knew very well how to build a romantic relationship… in theory. he just spent the majority of his career without one.
sugar daddy!yagi who was so nervous when he met you that his hands shook. who cleaned himself up well. who assumed you would walk away when you saw how he looked. you almost did, but it wasn’t his age or his looks. it was that he’d mentioned he was a bit “high profile,” but wanted to meet you before revealing more details.
sugar daddy!yagi who was stunned when you walked over to his table. his mouth went dry when he saw just how pretty you were in real life. you weren’t quite half his age at thirty, but it was close to that with him being in his late fifties. you hadn’t worn anything special other than a nice, casual dress. he was enraptured by the brightness of your eyes and smile, got a fluttery feeling in his chest whenever you laughed.
sugar daddy!yagi who, if he hadn’t looked so pathetic and anxious to admit that he was toshinori yagi, you wouldn’t have believed him at all. you’d taken on a couple of higher profile clients before, but never a world renowned hero, and the scraggly, dark eyed man looked nothing like all might. yagi begged you not to walk away from the secluded table he’d reserved. you hadn’t laughed in his face, but you certainly didn’t believe him either. “i can prove that i’m telling the truth,” he said. “i’ll double, triple your rate if that’s what it takes. please, give me a chance.”
sugar daddy!yagi who was indeed who he said he was. you decided to agree to meet him a few more times before setting anything into a contract because something about him drew you in. it wasn’t the flowers he bought you or the way he carried himself, it was his kindness.
sugar daddy!yagi who is so adorably nervous even after the contract is set that you can’t help but find it endearing. who makes it very clear that he wants companionship - nothing sexual - in exchange for your time. who spends the majority of his time cuddling with you, taking interest in learning your hobbies, and talking about your life.
sugar daddy!yagi who encourages you to lean into the success of your career and wants to see you grow as a person the more he knows you. who takes the time to learn about your hobbies and try them with you in an effort to have more interests in common. who shares his with you and brings you along to do things with him.
sugar daddy!yagi who doesn’t blink the first time he hands you a check large enough to cover your rent, bills, and groceries for the month thrice over. it’s far above what you’d agreed on for his temporary contract, but the moment you’d mentioned things were “a little tighter than usual,” he wouldn’t hear anything else. if you were going to be his baby, he was going to take care of you.
sugar daddy!yagi who is stunned once again when you give him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. you really didn’t expect generosity like that, especially from a new client, but the more you get to know yagi as a person, the less it surprises you. sure, his career made him put on a character of sorts for the public, but underneath that he was still kindhearted and generous.
sugar daddy!yagi who tells you to save what you don’t need for future expenses and spoils you rotten on top of that. pretty jewelry, clothes, a nice handbag or a pair of shoes, anything your heart could desire, he could give it.
sugar daddy!yagi who blushes so hard the first time you call him daddy, you think you might have done something wrong. he’s in disbelief at how good it feels to hear that on your lips. he squeezes your hand tighter and grins a little.
sugar daddy!yagi who’s shocked when you say you don’t want to start a long term contract. he looks heartbroken until you tell him, “i… i’d rather just be with you, if that’s okay. no contract, just us.” and suddenly his heart is thrumming in his chest. his mind races. he pulls your face in and kisses you tenderly without a second thought. whose eagerness is firm and his hands rough.
sugar daddy!yagi who quickly starts coming out of his shell after that first kiss. who’s shameless in treating you like his baby - spoiling even further, having you on his arm at any given chance, pampering your mind and body as often as he can. who is far from an incompetent lover; the way his hands travel over your body tells you that much.
sugar daddy!yagi who, after a little time, fucks you better than anyone you’ve ever met. who is attentive to every little detail in how you respond. who pulls more orgasms out of you than you thought possible. who fucks you harder when you call him daddy, runs his hands and mouth over your skin while he groans. who grins sheepishly when you compliment him as his cheeks tinge pink.
sugar daddy!yagi who loves it when you sit in his lap and ride him; he gets the best view of your tits and he doesn’t have to do as much work. he loves fucking you stupid, but he’s tired more often than not and adores when you give him that. who chokes out heavy breaths and small whines as he praises you so sweetly for being his good girl.
sugar daddy!yagi who craves slow, lazy morning sex because it pulls out the prettiest mewls from your throat. who wakes you up with kisses on your neck and his hand running over your panties. who will wake you up early every once in a while to fuck you or get you off before work.
sugar daddy!yagi who swears the sound of your sweet voice heals something inside him, whose tired hero heart is mended a little when you moan his name. who adores fucking you and loving you into a complete mess. who shows you daily that he’s lucky to have you as his sweet sugar baby.
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(★)―――includes: octavinelle dorm
(★)―――synopsis: relationship headcanons
(★)―――warnings: none! If anything pls tell me <3
Azul!!
Azul is the kind of person who genuinely cares about getting to know you. He takes notes on his phone, jotting down your interests, likes, dislikes, and everything you share with him. It's his way of showing how much he values you and your unique qualities.
Azul is someone who thrives on love and support, so he appreciates it when you shower him with affection.
Whenever his gaze falls upon you, he can't help but wonder how he got so lucky to have you in his life. It's as if he's constantly in awe of the fact that he managed to capture your heart. Sometimes, when you catch him staring, he can't help but blush and become a bit flustered.
After a long day, Azul becomes incredibly cuddly. He seeks comfort in your arms, finding comfort in the warmth and safety you provide. It's during these moments that he truly feels at peace.
When it comes to dates, Azul loves to spoil you by taking you to fancy places. He wants to create memorable experiences for both of you. And when he's feeling particularly romantic, he'll kiss your hand or gently brush his lips against your knuckles, a gesture that shows his admiration and affection.
While Azul enjoys spending quality time with you in private, where he can truly be himself, he also takes pride in showing you off to the world. He loves to see you shine, so he often gifts you beautiful jewelry or accessories to wear. Additionally, he enjoys bringing you to the lounge where he works, allowing you to hang out and spend time together in a relaxed environment.
You are one of the very few people whom Azul trusts enough to reveal his merman form to. It's a testament to the deep connection and trust he feels with you.
He cherishes the moments when he can share this part of himself with you.
When it comes to food, Azul can't resist your cooking, even if it may be a bit high in calories. He appreciates the effort and love you put into preparing meals for him, and he savors every bite.
Lastly, Azul is the type of boyfriend who loves to surprise you with little gestures that show he's thinking of you. For example, he might bring you flowers in your favorite color simply because he saw them on his way back. These small acts of thoughtfulness are his way of reminding you how special you are to him.
you two share a sweet, yet corny and comfortable relationship you both plan to cherish for a long time. You're his safe place
Jade!!
Jade is seriously the most patient and loving person ever. I mean, seriously, he treats you like you're royalty.
And let me tell you, he always knows when something's not right and can practically read your mind.
But here's the thing, even though Jade can predict your every move, they can't resist your cute reactions.
He's not just all talk, he actually shows his love by giving you head pats. I mean, who doesn't love a good head pat?
Jade loves to surprise you by sneaking up from behind and giving you hugs.
If you ever need a butler, he totally up for the job.
Jade spoils you with so much attention and affection. It's like you're his number one priority.
He also loves giving you small gifts. It's like he's the king of thoughtful surprises.
He will give you discounts at the lounge, maybe even free drinks
Oh, and let's not forget about the hiking dates. Those are a regular thing with Jade. He loves taking you on his hikes, especially if you're into mountains and all that nature stuff.
Jade is like your personal bag holder. He carries everything for you, even if it's just a little handbag.
He enjoys discovering you peacefully dozing at your desk, allowing him the opportunity to gently tuck you in and bestow upon you a tender goodnight kiss.
Before each outing, he thoughtfully presents you with a bouquet of vibrant wildflowers, a gesture that never fails to bring a smile to your face.
So, you've got yourself a real gem. Jade, he's patient, loving, and always there for you.
Floyd!!
Floyd is... something
He loves to shower you with hugs whenever he sees you. We know he also has a thing for giving you the silliest nicknames.
But one of the most adorable things he does is spin you around every time you meet. It doesn't matter if you've just seen each other or if you're in the middle of a conversation when he arrives, he'll run to you and spin you around.
This can sometimes confuse the people around you, and it may catch you off-guard (which he absolutely loves), but it's all done out of pure love.
The sound of your laughter and the way you squirm around to get down brings him so much joy.
When he finally put you down, they always end the interaction with the sweetest kiss he can muster before running off, feeling fulfilled and already looking forward to seeing you again.
He also enjoys surprising you with kisses, and he loves cuddling with you.
He even enjoys swimming with you in their eel form, which can be quite a unique and fun experience.
However, it's important to note that he can be possessive and slightly aggressive toward others when it comes to you. Floyd wants you all to himself, which sometimes leads to him being a bit rough with anyone who tries to come between you two.
Floyd is like a shadow, always sticking to you wherever you go - between classes, at the lounge, during lunch, you name it. It might seem a bit intense, but hey, you're the only one who can keep his mood stable for long periods of time.
And boy, does he love to dance with you whenever he gets the chance! He wants the whole world to know that you're his. You've got an eel plushie in your room, and he's got a shrimp plushie in his. It's clear that you two are a perfect match. No matter what you do, it only makes Floyd love you even more.
A/n: Jade's and Floyd's parts were short I sorry for who was excited about the twin I'm not great at writing for them -Astra☆
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hey honeybunches! i read your aot hcs during sex and absolutely loved it! i saw you wanted requests at the end so ive decided to help out! it doesnt even have to be nothing long but i present you with:
playboy!reiner finally settling down for reader
cliche i knooow but ik you said requests help with writing stuff so i thought why not sjsksks stay well 💖🫶🏾
!: fem bodied reader, drinking, nsfw
playboy reiner
‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵
playboy!reiner who wanted to go out to the club looking for a woman to please him for the night. he sits at the bar looking around for potential women he’d go and ask to dance with him. then he sees a beautiful woman dancing along side her friend. wearing a pink silk dress with makeup that made her look like an angel straight from heaven.
playboy!reiner who pushes through people in hopes to get you to dance with him. seeing you were tipsy. “you’re a beautiful young woman arent you, come dance with me.” he says in a charming tone. but you didn’t budge. you weren’t gonna even think about dancing with a man who wasn’t gonna bring anything to the plate. “i’ll buy you a drink.” he mutters.
playboy!reiner who found himself amused and laughing at all of your stories as you sip on your 3rd manhattan of the night. he liked how you were playing hard to get at. reiner never found nothing from any of the woman he slept with but temporary pleasure. but with you it felt different he enjoyed your company and wanted to take you out on a date. he took you home and slipped his number in your handbag.
playboy!reiner who carried all your bags around as he took you shopping in the city. buying anything and everything you wanted. he never spent a lot of money on women, but the occasional drink and dinner. he carried all your bags as you asked which dress he liked better. “get both.” he admired you standing trying them on.
playboy!reiner who takes you to his penthouse a few blocks down from the last store you went to removing your shoes and placing your bags on the ground. “wow it’s so big and pretty.” you look around. “it’s empty, i don’t even stay here lots because it’s just me.” he looks at you sitting on his couch turning on the huge flat screen tv. he liked the way it looked having a woman permanently staying with him.
playboy!reiner who pushes you down on his huge mattress pulling down his pants and boxers stuffing his hard, girthy cock into you not giving you a lot of time to adjust. “fuck.” he groans into your ear. “mm reiner, it feels like it’s in my belly” you whine softly into his ear. “shh i know, i know.” he says into your neck, thrusting faster. his heavy balls slapping against your skin. you scratch at his back as a response to the immense pleasure. a ring of cum coating the end of his dick as you cum. your body comforted from the soft mattress. you hear him grunting soft praises in your ear. “fuck you’ve really got the best pussy ever.” you thighs squeeze his waist. as your walls squeeze around his cock. she’s so fucking good he thinks to himself. he twitches as he asks where he can cum at. “inside me.” you hiccup. he releases inside of you as you also reach your climax squeezing him.
playboy!reiner who tells you how he feels about you. saying that you’re the first woman he can actually see a future with. he wants to let go of his past to be with you and spoil only you. you tell him that you really like hanging out with him and that you’d like to be with him as well.
playboy!reiner who settles with a woman no less than average, spoiling her to death. and sharing his love and life with her.
‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵
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jealous // jay (ENHYPEN)
pairing: jay x fem!reader
genre: smut but it doesn't start until you're halfway in lol // warning: oral sex (i don't wanna spoil who's receiving), handjob, bathtub sex? the images on the header serve as spoilers! // wc: ~3.4k
summary: you attend the party of the year and you're lost because your boyfriend isn't there to keep you company. luckily you've got a surprise waiting at home.
author’s note: okay so if you're new to this account, hello! nice to meet you! i mainly write for Heeseung and Jay, but the list of Jay fics in my masterlist are more or less connected, in a sense that they are in the same universe. you can read them separately, it still makes sense, but if you want to read in chronological order, based on the released fics it goes: quiet > rolex > quality time > and then this one!
heads up, in this "universe" Y/N is Namjoon's ex and she has a good relationship with the other members, so you might be seeing a lot of mentions of him and appearances of the BTS members here and there.
it's a JUMP from the order of release that i follow, if you take a look at my masterlist, i have 6 titles lined up for Jay, but i literally started writing jealous a couple of hours ago, loved how it turned out, so i thought why not releasing it now to keep the momentum?
as always, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it! it is definitely based on the jack in the box pre-release party that sort of haunted me and gave me anxiety because i am definitely not a party person lol
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It was almost midnight and the darkness of the sky outside was accentuated by the dim lights inside the party venue. Looking at the photo she just took at the photomatic box, Y/N swiftly slipped it inside her handbag before closing it again. Her steps were hesitant, knowing that loud music and dark rooms were very much not some of her favorite things.
Feeling her phone buzz, she took it out of her back pocket and saw that she got a text from Jay.
Sorry I can’t be of much help tonight. As soon as we’re done with schedules I am coming over.
Y/N replied with the face emoji full of hearts before locking her phone again and putting it in her pocket. She was now standing in a corner, scanning the whole room with her eyes, squinting because she couldn’t see and at the same time desperately looking for someone she might know.
“Oh, thank God you’re here.”
She almost jumped at the sudden voice behind her. When she turned around, Jin was standing there with a drink in his hands, looking genuinely relieved.
“Hi!” Y/N smiled and leaned in for a hug. Jin gently patted her back with his free hand. “What do you mean thank God?”
“Well,” Jin shifted his weight as fixed the bag he was carrying. “I’ve been here for like an hour, just hiding in a corner reading webtoons because the only person I know is my boss and producer.”
Y/N made a worried face. “The other members?”
Jin pointed to the center of the room with his chin. “They’re scattered around. I don’t see Yoongi though. But now that you’re here please keep me company. Unless you’re looking for someone?”
“Of course, I’ll keep you company, what the heck.”
With that, Jin immediately intertwined his arms with Y/N, dragging her to the booth where they can get drinks. He proceeded to tell Y/N absolutely everything going with his life, and Y/N was very happy to listen and share her thoughts with him. He would occasionally crack his favorite dad jokes and Y/N, relieved that she didn’t have to match the energy of the party, wholeheartedly laughed at each of them.
After losing track of time just talking to each other, Y/N caught someone waving from a distance. The person then started jumping because Y/N wasn’t responding, and because she still couldn’t make out who he was, he started jogging towards her.
“Noona, can you not see me? I’ve been waving at you forever,” Jungkook was panting at this point because of the endless dancing he had been doing with other people near the DJ’s booth.
“Sorry, Kookie,” Y/N leaned in to give him a quick side hug. “It’s dark and my eyesight isn’t the best.”
“Jungkook, are the other members even here?” asked Jin, now leaning on the wall, scanning the room again.
Jungkook shrugged. “I came with Jimin hyung, but I haven’t seen the others either,” Jungkook chugged down a drink he literally just got three seconds ago. “Noona, did you say hi to Hoseok hyung yet?”
Y/N tilted her head, unsure. “I don’t know, he seems very occupied.”
“Alright, I’ll go tell him that you’re here,” Jungkook flashed a smile and quickly dashed away from the two of them.
“Wait—Ah, whatever he’s gonna do what he wants,” Y/N sighed, turning back to face Jin as he was just chuckling at the sight.
Within seconds after Jungkook made it a mission to have Y/N greet Hoseok, the main character of the night made his way towards her. Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumped as she shook her head, speechless at the sight of his perfect appearance—perfect no-makeup makeup look, perfect outfit, perfect aura. Hoseok already had his arms stretched as he kept his eyes on Y/N, his smile wide and inviting.
“I wanted to look pretty tonight and you’re not making me feel pretty,” said Y/N, half shouting into Hoseok’s ear because the music suddenly got too loud. “Congratulations, bestie.”
“I’m so glad you made it!” Hoseok hugged Y/N a little too tighter than usual and Y/N almost squealed. “I’m sorry I’ve been too occupied to notice your arrival.”
“My arrival? Shut up, I’m not that important,” Y/N lightly punched Hoseok’s shoulder and he just grinned.
“You’re a friend of mine and my friends are important, okay,” Hoseok’s eyes were now practically gone caused by the smile he was drawing on his face. “The EN babies?” he asked, eyes suddenly open wide, questioning.
Y/N was sipping on her drink and she quickly swallowed to answer. “Oh, right, they’re promoting right now and they just have a lot on their plate so I don’t think they will show.”
Hoseok nodded. “No wonder the kids greeted me through text. Anyways, keep Jin hyung company?” Hoseok tilted his head, putting on his best puppy face.
“Of course,” Y/N smiled. As Hoseok left, Y/N mouthed ‘bye’ before turning to face Jin.
“Actually I’m gonna go,” Jin said, his face looking tired and also sorry.
“What?!” Y/N quickly put down the empty glass she was still holding. “But then who am I supposed to talk to? Should I just leave too?”
Before Jin could answer, he noticed a familiar figure approaching Y/N from behind.
“The answer is right behind you. Bye, Y/N! And thanks for keeping me company,” Jin smiled really wide before dashing out of the room, leaving Y/N no choice but to actually turn around.
The speed of her movement, however, was way too fast and she almost stumbled losing her balance. The figure in question quickly stabilized her by gently placing his hands under both her elbows.
“Careful,” said Namjoon. “The clumsy one should be me.”
Damn it, Jin. Y/N chuckled and leaned in to give Namjoon a hug.
“You’re here too,” Y/N said as she stepped back and turned to face the center of the room.
“I didn’t know you came. I literally saw you and Jin hyung in the background of someone’s Instagram stories so I just went to find you,” Namjoon said this while darting his eyes across the room as if he was trying to locate something. Then he set his eyes on Y/N. “Your all-black outfit makes it really hard to spot you.”
“Ah,” Y/N nodded understanding. “Mission accomplished, then. I really did not want to be found.”
There was silence for a while, not literally, because music was still playing, but for the longest time Namjoon was just looking at Y/N as she searched through the room again, hoping to come up with a valid excuse to leave the party. Meanwhile, Namjoon was trying to find the right words.
Namjoon straightened up and cleared his throat. “Do you wanna get out of here?”
Y/N frowned. “What’s that?” She was looking at the dance floor but her head was already tilted towards Namjoon.
Instead of repeating the question, Namjoon’s breath hitched and as he tried to speak louder, the parade of three in front of him distracted him from everything.
“Namjoon, my man!!!”
It was a man and two other women that Y/N swore were famous, but she couldn’t name their names. She took this as the perfect opportunity to slip out and head over to a quieter corner.
Just as she was about to take her phone out, it started buzzing. She breathed a sigh of relief as she identified the caller and immediately put a hand over her mouth as she picked it up.
“Babe!” She shouted, trying to win over the loud music.
“Whoa, calm down,” Jay sounded startled on the other side of the phone. “You’re still at the party?”
“Obviously,” Y/N looked at Namjoon’s small group and noticed he was looking for her. When he spotted her, Y/N waved and made a sorry face, pointing to her phone. “I really need to find an excuse to leave.”
“Hmmm,” Jay sounded like he was pacing back and forth. “How about your boyfriend is waiting for you at home?”
“You’re home?” Y/N asked back, surprised.
“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind I let myself in. I texted you like twenty times but you seem occupied.”
“It’s alright, babe,” Jay stretched and let out a yawn. “Anyway, I’ll be here.”
Y/N pulled her phone away for a second to look at the notifications. “I’m sorry. I was busy keeping Jin company.”
“I’ll be there. Leaving now,” Y/N ended the call just as she heard Jay laughing.
Namjoon approached Y/N as soon as she put her phone away.
“Duty calls?” he asked, smiling.
Y/N paused for a second. “Yes, sorry. I’m so beat anyways. Give a big hug to Hoseok for me? And the other guys too.”
Namjoon nodded. Y/N grinned and waved before she left. Namjoon then decided to turn around and rejoin the party.
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When Y/N texted Jay that she was five minutes away, he immediately started getting busy. From lightly tidying up the living room, washing the one plate and one mug that was dirty, to drawing a bath, he managed to get everything done just right before Y/N arrived.
“What’s that sound?” Y/N asked as she let herself in, taking her shoes and bag off. “Are you going to take a bath?”
“I’m drawing you a bath,” Jay said nonchalantly, helping Y/N take off her jacket.
Y/N merely blinked when Jay positioned himself right in front of her. Jay’s eyes were full of questions.
“What do you want?” Y/N asked, squinting her eyes, acting suspicious.
Jay laughed and pulled Y/N into his arms, completely wrapping her. “You sound tired.”
“You’re acting suspicious.”
“Really? I’m doing the bare minimum.”
“Bare minimum? This is extra.”
“Tsk tsk tsk,” Jay pulled away and held on to Y/N’s shoulders, shaking her. “This is my bare minimum. Just relish it.”
Y/N decided to thank her boyfriend with her lips. She tiptoed slightly and planted a kiss right on the corner of Jay’s lips.
“Thank you,” she whispered, face just inches away from his.
Jay leaned in for another, deeper kiss. His hand was firmly placed on her waist and another around her neck, pulling her closer and pressing their lips even harsher together. Y/N’s hands were flat against his chest, trying to keep herself steady. Just as she was about to go a step further, Jay pulled away, his lips making a smacking sound against hers.
“You’re welcome, and I think your bath is ready,” he said, walking away towards the bathroom.
She followed Jay into her bathroom and noticed that he had already turned off the water and put a bath bomb in the tub. The tub was now half full and frothy, the surface covered with bubbles.
Y/N was breathless as she followed Jay’s movements with her eyes. Her brain was already trying to calculate and analyze what kind of night it would be.
“Your bath awaits, my lady,” Jay made a grand gesture pointing towards the tub and Y/N cackled.
“Tell me about the party?” Jay said as he started helping Y/N undress.
Y/N began with the story of meeting Jin. She tugged her t-shirt off and Jay swiftly placed it in the laundry basket. He tilted his head at the sight of the lilac lacy bra Y/N was wearing underneath.
“Is that new?” He asked, intrigued.
Y/N looked down and nodded. “Mmhm. Got it on sale.”
“Looks nice,” Jay reached to gently touch the lace adorning the apex of the bra. Y/N held her breath, expecting to feel his fingers graze her skin. “Continue,” Jay said, sitting down on the closed toilet.
Trying her best not to look disappointed, Y/N continued telling him about the party as she unbuttoned her skinny jeans and struggled to get it off her ankles. Jay stood up and knelt in front of her, gently holding her ankle and pulling the jeans off. Once it was off, though, he found himself facing Y/N’s crotch.
Noticing this, Y/N stopped talking. Jay flicked his eyes upwards to meet hers, not moving from his position.
“Why did you stop?” asked Jay, tilting his head sideways. For someone whose face is just inches away from his girlfriend’s core, he looked pretty innocent.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Y/N straightened her position and started to unclasp her bra.
“Oh,” Jay stood up in a rush. “Let me do that.”
As he leaned in as if going for a hug, Jay slowly unclasped Y/N’s bra, letting her get a whiff of his scent that night. He was wearing Y/N’s favorite perfume in his collection, and he might have done it on purpose.
“You smell good,” said Y/N calmly.
Jay smiled and responded by leaning down, kissing Y/N’s neck. “You too, babe.”
He took a step back and looked at his girlfriend’s body, his face full of adoration. He then looked into her eyes. “Continue.”
Y/N assumed what he meant was continue speaking, so she did. Jay quietly listened and put away all of Y/N’s clothes away before kneeling down in front of her again. When she tilted her head without questioning, Jay merely placed his hands on both her thighs, giving her gentle strokes.
“So he found you among the crowd,” Jay finally spoke, breaking the silence. “Main character moment right there.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t exactly trying to make him—Jay! Oh my God.”
Y/N was caught off guard when Jay leaned in and sniffed her clothed core. He even went so far to lick a stripe from down up, making her legs shake in his hands. Y/N placed a hand on the bathroom counter, committed to stay standing up. He moved his hands upwards to cup her ass and started to squeeze there lightly. While Y/N had her eyes closed, Jay had his opened, staring right into her face and trying to figure out which movement of his tongue would elicit the best moan out of her red-tinted lips.
“J-Jay…” Y/N was breathing heavily, one of her hands found its way to the back of his head. “Please…”
“Mmh, yeah, sorry,” Jay pulled away. “This is getting in the way.”
Jay hooked his fingers on each side of her panties and pulled them down, tossing them away.
“Where were we?” Jay moved closer, his hands secure behind Y/N’s knees. He then started kissing Y/N’s thighs. “Keep going, babe.”
“You’re making it hard for me to speak,” Y/N said, matter-of-factly.
Jay smirked before he leaned in to kiss her bottom lips. Y/N let out a whimper.
“Try finishing the story as I finish you off,” Jay looked up. “Deal?”
Y/N nodded. She decided it was best to keep her eyes closed to stay focused, but it didn’t help since Jay was sliding his tongue up and down her clit, occasionally sucking and nibbling on her thighs to give her core a break and to let her catch her breath. As she continued with her retelling of events, Jay listened intently, not taking his eyes off of her. He would hum whenever Y/N paused, letting her know that he was listening, but the vibration in his voice caused her to stutter.
“He asked me,” Y/N stopped for a split second, her fingers lost in Jay’s hair. “If I wanted to leave the party.”
Hearing this, Jay pressed a thumb on her clit. Her breath hitched.
“What did you say?” he asked.
Y/N could feel her heartbeat beating way too fast and she was already getting dizzy. Jay stroked her thigh lovingly, encouraging her to speak.
“I…” Y/N looked into Jay’s eyes. His gaze was sharp and demanding, but the gentle movements of his hands were the complete opposite. “I pretended I did not hear him, and that’s when you called.”
A smile started creeping up on Jay’s lips. He sighed, keeping his smile on his face. “That’s my good girl.”
Jay immediately dove into Y/N’s core, letting his tongue do most of the work. Y/N moaned and tightened her grip on Jay’s hair, keeping herself steady as her legs started to shake. Jay did everything he could do in an intense speed—sucking, kissing, lapping like he hadn’t tasted her in months. She came without a warning, and Jay took it like a champ. Drinking up her juice and determined to leave no remains, Jay gently took her hand away from his head to make it easier for him to move around. He noticed she was losing balance, so he made her lean on the bathroom counter, gently spreading her legs wider so he could clean up.
When he was done he stood up, and Y/N had this dazed look on her face that made him chuckle. He lovingly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her on the cheek.
“We better get in the tub while the water is still warm,” Jay said, moving away to take his shirt off and completely undress.
“I knew you didn’t draw the bath just for me,” said Y/N, her voice still weak.
Jay entered the bathtub and leaned back, stretching out his hand signaling Y/N to join him. Y/N took his hand and carefully entered too, watching as the water rose up close to the top of the tub as she lowered herself and leaned into Jay’s chest.
Y/N rested her head on Jay’s shoulder and positioned herself so that Jay could comfortably rest his arms around her waist and she can still look at him sideways. Her nose was touching his jaw and she nuzzled into him, eliciting a chuckle and receiving a kiss on her forehead.
“Did you just do that because you were jealous?” she asked in a whisper, afraid of disturbing the serenity.
Jay frowned. “What makes you think I’m jealous?” he asked back, his hands now rubbing her hands and arms gently.
“The timing,” she squeaked, now sounding slightly worried. “Babe, I saw the chats you sent me before you called me.”
Jay sighed. He was now kneading his fingers into Y/N’s thighs.
“Jay,” Y/N sat up and paused, wondering how she could adjust her position. The tub wasn’t of the biggest size, so she had to stand up, with Jay’s eyes following her every movement. She made Jay sit with his legs straight and then lowered herself to sit on his lap, now facing him. “You know it’s okay to admit if you’re jealous, right? I get jealous all the time.”
Jay raised an eyebrow. “Really? All the time?” His hands found themselves resting on her waist again.
Y/N nodded a little too enthusiastically. Jay chuckled.
“Heck, I even get jealous when you get all handsy with Jungwon or Jake,” Y/N was now leaning into him, her hands caressing his biceps. “I look at your interactions with them and sometimes think, that should be me.”
Hearing this, Jay laughed out loud, his voice echoing through the bathroom. Y/N smiled, proud at herself for putting a smile on Jay’s face.
“Alright, alright,” Jay sighed in defeat. “I guess I was jealous seeing you attend the party of the year. And socializing. And meeting your ex.”
“You’re just jealous about that last part,” Y/N pouted, lightly slapping Jay’s chest.
Jay playfully winced. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“Wanna do something about it?” Y/N asked, her lips close to Jay’s.
“What do you have in mind?” Jay asked back. His calm but flirty demeanor was instantly broken when he gasped as he felt Y/N press her palm on his cock.
“It’s give and take,” Y/N whispered in Jay’s ear, her fingers wrapping around his cock and starting to move. “You gave, so now you take.”
Jay leaned his head back and groaned just as Y/N started to pump his length. She couldn’t see anything beneath the suds, but she was well aware at how Jay was feeling because she felt him harden in her grip. She slid her thumb across the tip and Jay hissed, burying his fingers in her waist.
“You know if we weren’t in water I’d be sucking you off, right?” Y/N continued her ministrations as she spoke in Jay’s ear.
“God,” Jay was now breathing heavily. “Don’t stop. Please.”
It did not take long for Y/N to finish him off, and she wasn’t quite sure if the reason behind it was the tension, the warm water, or the new experience that they were sharing in the bathroom. Jay came in Y/N’s hands and she slowed down her movements, observing Jay’s face closely as he rode his high.
“We need a proper shower,” he then said, looking at the aftermath.
“Preferably separately,” Y/N chuckled, kissing Jay on the cheek. Jay responded by grabbing her face, cupping it and roughly kissing her on the lips.
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Cullen Row x mechanic Male!reader headcanons
● you met Cullen when he brought his and Harper's car in to your garage to get the engine fixed
● he heard through some mutual acquaintances that you could fix up cars for cheap thanks to "finding" parts that frequently "fell off" of the transportation trucks
● you thought he was cute and was flirting with him hard, offering to fix the car for free in exchange for a date
● he was really into you but nervously said yes because the last guy he went out on a date with did a total 180 the moment he found out Cullen was trans
● the date went better than Cullen could have even imagined and he really wanted to tell you the truth before he fell too hard for you and got his heart broken
● he was surprised when you were completely unfazed by it
● "you're still into me?"
● "of course I am, I like you a lot Cullen and I'm going to kiss you now if you're okay with that"
● "I am really okay with you kissing me"
● when Cullen told Harper he had a boyfriend she immediately needed to meet you
● she pulled the whole "if you hurt my brother I'll hurt you" speech
● but unlike most people you knew she actually meant it
● you and Harper end up getting along really well finding common ground in your shared love for mechanics and engineering
● Cullen brought you into his, Harper's and Duela's little thievery club
● you're the perfect getaway driver and can lose any cop car in a high speed chase when needed
● a lot of the crews stash gets hidden in your garage now since the three of them of don't have any permanent residency so it's safer than them carrying it around town in backpacks
● Duela still hasn't forgiven Harper for having her backpack with $500 in it stolen on the subway after pawning a bunch of designer handbags they lifted while breaking into some rich lady's penthouse
● Cullen much rather prefers sleeping in your bed in the small loft above your garage than in their car or whatever cheap and trashy motel room they can rent for a week
● and when winter comes around and the shitty motel owners in Gotham raise the room prices to take advantage of all the unhoused folks trying to get off the streets Harper and Duela start sleeping on your couch
● Duela gags having to watch you and Cullen be all cute and coupley 24/7
● Duela "I think I'd rather go freeze to death in the snow than have to be subjected to this tooth rotting sweetness any longer"
● Harper "if you leave I'm keeping your cut of the jewelry we stole last night"
● Cullen "I think Duela owes Y/N part of her cut anyways for scratching the new paint job on his car"
● "seriously Duela you are never driving my car again"
● Duela "it's not my fault you were busy getting handsy with Cullen in the backseat when you were supposed to be on lookout for the cops"
● "Hey Harper is the one who should have known the store had a silent alarm!"
● Harper "I told you those models of glass cases weren't supposed to have motion sensored alarms!"
● Duela "children, children that's enough, I just got a text with a new job offer… anyone up for robbing Bruce Wayne?"
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Stormy nights
Pairing: Spencer Reid x female/Reader
Summary: As Y/N is not answering his messages, Spencer fears about his girlfriend.
Warning: Fluff, panic attack
Word Count: 1k
a/n: Requested by lolimsofuckedup-nm
A storm ruled beyond the windows and the wind was heatless, howling like a lonely wolf summoning the moon. Lifeless eyes starred into the void. Lightning brightened the sky, broke through the darkness, and a few moments later, a roaring rang out.
Y/N felt empty and abandoned in a world of blinding lights, of houses touching the sky, forgot love, her family and friends, together with her loving and carrying boyfriend of many months. Emotionless, Y/N looked into the distance, noticing it was deep night. The television was off and only flashes of lightning lit up the dim living room. She didn't remember what time it was and when Y/N thought about it, it took her a moment to remember her name.
The shadows shaped into faces. They laughed, evil faced with wicked eyed, but Y/N felt no more grief and let it wash over her. Tears took away her vision. Y/N didn't fight them, let them fall, like a river flowing over the emotionless face of a mountain. Y/N shook her head and immediately she regretted what she was doing, and felt a sharp pain she had almost forgotten. She felt like an idiot, a mere fool of a human, didn't understand the tears, had forgotten the reason for the tears and the terrible pain feasting on her heart. Y/N twitched, stiffened, but then exhaled as she realised it was only thunder and lightning invading the flat.
Confused, her eyes shot open, looked in the direction of the door, and quickly wiped away the tears obscuring her vision. Keys sang out loud. A curse escaped her lips, was convinced Spencer would arrive from work later, in the early hours of the next day, and then her eyes turned to the clock hanging on the opposite wall and Y/N suddenly realised that it was long past midnight. Y/N tried to be strong, didn't want to show any weakness but the traces of fear, the salty traces and the marks her fingernails had left on her skin were all signs that she had found herself in the depths of a hole of fear and hate.
The room was dim as he entered. Bewilderment spread across his face and suddenly the tiredness gnawing at his skin disappeared as if he had been standing under cold water. Spencer realised something was wrong, felt it in every fibre of his body as he took a step into the flat he shared with his girlfriend. He pulled the mobile phone out of his pocket and looked down at the screen, it took him a while to adjust to the bright light, and noticed that he had not received any message from his girlfriend. Spencer took off his shoes and put them down right next to his girlfriend's, placed his leather man's handbag on the floor, and hung his jacket on the hook.
Questioning, Spencer looked around the flat, saw the outline, and narrowed his eyes as spotted a hunched silhouette sitting on the sofa. His eyebrows almost touched. Swiftly Spencer turned and saw his girlfriend's shoes were all there and knew it must be her sitting on the sofa and not an intruder.
No word escaped her, felt his presence, knew it was Spencer, heard it at the sound of his steps, but she was unable to greet him as usual, to fall into his arms, to kiss him and ask millions of questions about his day. Y/N remained seated, unable to rise and starred at the switched-off television. Warm breath brushed her skin. Y/N lowered her gaze in shame.
"Y/N?" her escaped Spencer in a delicate tone.
Carefully, Spencer placed his hands on her shoulders. Something was terribly wrong he said to himself.
"Talk to me, you haven't answered my texts,", "You know you can tell me anything." Spencer continued.
The words summoned tears.
"I know, I come home late because of the new case; I hope you're not mad at me." Spencer breathed into her ear, thinking he knew the reason for the sadness filling every fibre of her body.
Spencer could feel it, he didn't need to see her face streaked with tears.
"It's not your fault Spence, I don't even know why I feel like this. Probably a bad day. I feel like an idiot, I feel hate for myself even though I know I did everything right." Y/N cried.
The dams broke.
"I feel like a fool." Y/N continued.
Soothing words, Spencer breathed in her ear and hugged his girlfriend from behind. Y/N couldn't turn around, leaned her head back and felt his strong presence. His smell, woody with hint of smoke, enveloped her. Spencer jumped over the sofa and his arms wrapped around her shaking form. Her breathing quickened, feeling she could no longer fill her lungs with air, feeling the weight of the whole world settle on her shoulders. Pain spread through her heart pierced by poisoned arrows. Her hands were sweaty and a wave of fire ran through her body, overpowering her and pulling her into the depths of the ocean of darkness.
"Breathe out Y/N, you're just breathing in. You have to exhale and inhale." Spencer said as calmly as possible.
Y/N shook her head, sure Spencer was wrong, sure she was breathing in and out. Tears painted her features kissed by flashing lights.
"Listen to me, my love. Everything is fine, you just need to breathe calmly, it's nothing we can't manage together. You don't have to worry about anything. Take a deep breath in and out." he instructed.
Her shaking fingers clawed into the material of his shirt, searching for halt on the skimming waves. Y/N did exactly what Spencer requested of her, at least tried to, and reassuring words followed as she calmed down. In soothing touches, he stroked her cheek, breathed words of love into her ear and brushed the ceasing streams away from her features.
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Claire coming home and finding you in bed, passed out. She sneaks quietly downstairs to make you both supper before gently waking you with kisses peppered all over your face. "C'mon, my darling. You can go back to sleep after you eat. I'll even let you sit on my lap."
(I am. So tired. So. Brain thought is difficult, but Claire makes it so worth it.)
i also included a lil bit of this ask with this one!!: Claire holding you so impossibly close and letting you cling on to her after a particularly hard day of work.
tags: mentions of illness / being unwell, claire being the best gf ever, fluff.
i... i got carried away, let’s just say that. hope you enjoy!! xo (sending you lots of love and hugs!! hopefully you can get the rest you deserve!)
You’d been sent home early, you weren’t feeling very well. You hadn’t told Claire, rather taken public transport home so you didn’t bother her. The second you reached your shared home, you kicked your shoes off, dropped your bag by the door and headed upstairs straight to your bed. You promptly collapsed onto the bed sheets, falling asleep quickly due to your exhaustion.
Claire usually got a visit from you before you headed home but worried when she hadn’t seen you at all during the day. You’d have visited by now, but you had yet to grace her with your presence. When another colleague, Leanne, knocked on her door to hand her something, she asked about you, knowing you two worked together often.
“Oh, they didn’t tell you? They got sent home early. They weren’t feeling very well and couldn’t stay here.”
Claire’s face dropped, worry etching into her features as she thought of you, at home, alone and unwell.
“Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day.” Claire asked as she rushed to grab her things, shoving them into her handbag and work bag hastily before putting her blazer back on and rushing out of the office. As she climbed into her car, she tried calling you but there was no answer. Her driver pulled away, watching his passenger with worry.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” He asked gently.
“Yes, yes,” she lied as he continued driving. All throughout the drive, she panicked, chewing her fingernails as they inched closer to your home. She loved sharing a home with you, loved waking up to you in her arms. You were her home. As he pulled into the driveway, she rushed out, yelling a quick thank you to her driver before unlocking the door. Your shoes and bag sat by the door, left haphazardly in your unwell daze. Claire cleared your shoes away, before taking her own off. She grabbed your bag before calling your name softly. There was no answer, so she headed up the stairs. Walking towards your shared bedroom, she smiled softly at your sleeping form. You always looked so beautiful when you slept. She left her bag and yours by the drawers near the door before crouching down in front of your face. She lightly brushed your hair away from your face, seeing your flushed complexion, you looked so worn out. She left a soft kiss on your nose before grabbing her comfy clothes and changing in your en-suite, not wanting to wake you at all. As she re-entered the bedroom, she grabbed a blanket from the basket at the end of your bed, draping it over your form before heading downstairs.
You woke slowly, feeling soft little kisses being placed along your face, from your temple down to your cheek to your jaw and back up again.
“Wake up, sleepyhead. Can’t have you sleeping all evening baby,” that familiar voice whispered into your ear, making you smile softly. You opened your eyes to see Claire sitting on the bed next to you, a soft smile gracing her face.
“Hi, my sleeping beauty,” She greeted you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.
“Hi,” you replied, sleep still evident in your voice.
“How’re you feeling? Leanne said you were sent home.” Claire was worried, she always was when your health and well-being were involved. She had every right to be worried too, you were her baby, she had to look after you.
“I’m feeling better, think I just needed sleep. You don’t have to worry so much, honey. I’ll be okay,” Claire’s lips met yours one more time, needing to feel you were okay.
“I promise, I’m okay,” you whispered against her lips.
“We’re staying home tomorrow, and for the whole weekend, okay?” Claire asked, although you knew it was more or less an order. Almost a doctor's order, and who were you to complain when your doctor was so gorgeous.
“Okay,” you agreed.
“Now, let’s get you into something more comfortable. I’ve made your favourite for dinner. C'mon, my darling. You can go back to sleep after you eat. I'll even let you sit on my lap.” Claire pulled you up gently so you sat up. She was gentle in every single movement, handling you with such care as she helped you change. Once you were changed, she led you downstairs and into the living room. Sitting you down on the couch, she left a gentle kiss on your lips before holding up two fingers, signalling she’d be back in two minutes. You curled yourself more into the jumper you wore, one of Claire’s old college hoodies that had become baggier and more worn-in with time. You buried your face into the sleeve, it smelled like Claire’s perfume, a smell that reminded you of home. Claire came back into the room, two plates in her arms with your favourite dinner. You smiled as she handed you one, the other left on the coffee table before she disappeared again, bringing your drinks back with her. You had tea, she had wine. As much as you wanted a glass, you knew you shouldn’t. The raging headache you would get wouldn’t be worth it. You both ate in comfortable silence, basking in the others’ company and enjoying the delicious meal she’d cooked for you. When you both finished, she took the plate from your lap and headed to the kitchen. When you followed, she ushered you back into the living room, gently telling you off for following.
“Baby, you’re too tired! Get comfortable on the couch, my darling. I’ll be back in a few minutes, I promise,” She gently sat you back down on the couch, kissing your nose. You grabbed her hand before she could leave you.
“But I want you here, with me. Please.” You pleaded gently, watching her smile grow.
“Two minutes, then you can have all the cuddles you want, my sweet. I promise. You can sit in my lap and have all the cuddles you want, baby.”
You agreed and let her go.
“Two minutes.” Claire reassured before disappearing back into the kitchen. You made yourself more comfortable, curling into the corner like you usually did but something was missing. You knew what it was immediately, it was Claire’s warmth. She was always so warm and gentle (aside from when you didn’t want her to be, but that’s a story for another day), cuddling with her made everything feel better, made everything feel right. You were so caught up in your thoughts, you hadn’t realised Claire had returned until she began pulling you into her lap carefully. You leaned against her chest, arms wrapping around her neck as you burrowed your head into her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, not before she grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa, covering you both up so you remained warm.
“That’s better, isn’t it, baby?” Claire asked, feeling you nod against her shoulder. Claire grabbed the remote from the arm of the sofa, turning the tv on to find something to play as background noise. Once she’d settled on something, probably some random cooking show, she turned her attention to you, leaving little kisses on your forehead, nose and lips. Before long, you were fast asleep in Claire’s arms, looking forward to spending a full weekend with her, alone, with no distractions or events to attend. You looked forward to her undivided attention and love. God, you were so lucky. She thought she was incredibly lucky too, she loved you so much, and she would never fail to remind you and show you. No matter what, you were her baby, and you were more important to her than anyone else.
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Use Any Means pt 7
Ron and Hermione seemed out of sorts, and perhaps a touch embarrassed, after their shared diatribe. They subsided into making a respectable meal off the tea tray, moving their chairs over to sit by Harry. Cadwaladr directed a side table over to them so they wouldn’t have to balance teacups and plates on their knees and waited until they were wrapped up in a quiet conversation before he spoke.
"I'm going to be terribly impertinent and impose on you. Would any of you be able to stay until Harry is awake again? I don't want him waking up in a strange place without anyone familiar here."
Molly looked troubled. "I suppose I could…well, Ron can stay or…I could ask Arthur to get Ginny off the train. Harry isn’t a good color right now.”
“You could ask Percy if he’ll come a little later, if that’s all right.” Ron suggested, patting Harry’s ankle as the sleeping boy twitched violently. “He might come if Dad isn’t here. Er, were we not supposed to be listening?” He added, catching sight of his mum’s face.
“No, Ron, it’s fine. Why Percy?” No one missed how tired Molly sounded.
“He knows what the Ministry’s likely to try with…all this happening.” Ron gestured vaguely with a slice of bread and butter. “S’practically running the Ministry these days, I reckon. Even if he is a prat.”
“Mum, Dad?” Hermione turned to look at them.
“If anyone thinks I’m passing up this opportunity then they’ve gone mad.” Teddy spoke decidedly.
“And I already had any emergency calls re-routed for the weekend.” Malcolm admitted. “I wasn’t entirely certain what might happen.”
“That’s you sorted then.” Ron murmured to Hermione. “Mum?”
“If you wouldn’t mind, Mr. Du, my son Percival would be a good addition to this discussion. He’s…I think he hears quite a bit given his position.”
“I haven’t been in England in quite some time, Mrs. Weasley. Any advice or insight into the current political climate would be helpful.” It wasn’t entirely true, but he had no issue stretching the truth for this. Not if it could help the boy now in his care.
“Then Ron and I will stay the night, at least. I'll send a note down to Percy.” She couldn’t quite keep the hope out of her voice.
“Thank you. I…” he trailed off, a new and alarming thought springing to life. “Is anyone prepared to dress for dinner? I rather have a feeling Mrs. Harris may expect it?”
“I can ask Percy to stop by and pick something up for me and for Ron.” Molly pulled parchment and a travel quill from her handbag. “He’ll have his own things.”
“If someone can pop us back for a few minutes, I can pack for…” Teddy looked over at Hermione. They seemed to have an entire conversation with just their eyebrows. “At least tonight and tomorrow. We can plan from there.”
“Yes. One of the footmen can take you, or Melkin, if you prefer.”
“It might be better if it isn’t someone helping Mrs. Harris open the house.” Malcolm suggested.
“I’ll ring and ask if Melkin can bring the carriage around.” He stood and sighed. “Does anyone see anything that resembles a bell pull or a button?”
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Cadwaladr lifted Harry gently from the window seat and settled the boy in his arms. Harry sighed in his sleep and curled closer, one hand fisting into his shirt, crumpling the fine linen. At least irons existed, he thought, and it would give his valet something to do. He shifted Harry slightly and realized that he’d instinctively settled the boy into a carry he’d last used when his youngest brother was eight and refused to fall asleep anywhere but the drawing room sofa.
He only hoped no one would say anything when Harry curled closer. Hermione and Ron trailed him out of the room, refusing to leave their friend even if it meant staying in the sick room with him. Ideally, all three of them would be their own rooms in the nursery wing, but the only rooms they had time to open were the sick room and the day nursery.
They’d have to call it the day room lest any teenager feelings were hurt. Perhaps he could start a new fashion for the ‘school room wing’. Merlin only knew they didn’t need a nursery. What would his own parents have done when there were only those not yet out of school at home? Most likely they’d have called it the nursery wing and told everyone who complained to lump it.
This wasn’t how he’d envisioned bringing the boy home, although he didn’t think anyone would be prepared for phantasms and exploding foreheads. This was, honestly, more emergency than he’d planned for. He thought he’d be dealing with, for the most part, grief and anger and a great deal of ignorance of their world. He could handle grief and anger – he’d dealt with all his younger siblings after…after. He knew how to be the strength another lacked.
Harry worried him. He didn’t blame Andromeda for not knowing or Hagrid for not noticing, but surely someone at Hogwarts ought to have noticed that things weren’t right.
Harry’s height and weight, his easy acceptance of the utterly bizarre (even for the magical world), and the tale his friends told spoke of deeper problems. He supposed his job now was to bring Harry through all of this. To give him structure and safety and care. He’d done it at not yet twenty-five for six others when he knew nothing about children and the raising thereof. Would one be that much more trouble?
He could practically hear young Mr. Weasley sniggering at him in his head. He had a sinking feeling that one Harry Potter would, without doubt, give him more trouble than the six he’d already raised. Sighing to himself, he carefully settled Harry on a bed in the sick room. Two other stood waiting, along with a comfortable sitting area by the fire. He looked about, hoping for Harry’s trunk, and noticed just how the maids, the sick nurse, and Mrs. Harris all looked.
“Has he any nightclothes?” They’d have to make do with switching spells and cleaning spells.
“None worth putting on the poor lamb…his grace.” One of the housemaids blurted out. She looked to be thirty seconds from tears.
“Hush, Nell.” Mrs. Harris scolded. “His Grace’s wardrobe is…lacking. I had Della run up to the attic and bring down some things for him.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Harris.” Cadwaladr spoke carefully. “We’ll just get him changed.”
He performed the switching spell automatically, as he had countless times for his own siblings, and tucked him firmly under the covers. Harry now wore a long white nightshirt. Ron and Hermione exchanged a pointed look.
“Not in love with magical fashions?” Cadw asked.
“Well, he won’t complain…” Ron hedged.
Which meant, Cadw knew, that they would hear all about it even if he didn’t.
“I see. Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Will you be comfortable up here?”
“Oh yes, thank you.” Hermione answered. “We have our trunks and our Summer work to keep us busy.”
“I’ll ask someone to bring up a selection of books for you.” Cadw caught Ron’s dismayed expression. “And I believe we may have some bound volumes on Quidditch. Mrs. Harris had the forethought to open the, er, day room right across the hall. There are games, more books, and a gramophone-wireless combination if you need anything else to do. It tends to have whatever you need in the moment.”
“I’m sure we’ll be very comfortable.” Hermione repeated firmly.
Oh, he recognized that tone. Get gone, adults, we’d like to talk privately.
“I’ll be waiting on the…” Nell paused. “The school corridor this evening, Miss. If you need anything you just ring.”
“Thank you, Nell. We’ll do that.”
“And Nurse Hallett will be in and out to check on his grace.” Mrs. Harris further assured them.
Cadw almost swore he could hear Hermione’s teeth grinding. Ron shifted next to her.
“We’ll leave you to it. I’ll be up before and after we dine.” He took pity on the teenagers who clearly wanted all adults out of their hair and took everyone with him when he left.
As he closed the door, he heard Ron mutter ‘school corridor my eye…this is the bloody nursery sick room’.
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Even at this late, the legendary birthday of Ueno's notorious sukeban hasn’t yet come to an end as she finds the package wrapped in a pink furoshiki lying peacefully inside the mailbox in front of her current residence.
To be precise; this kind of wrapping style has already become the trademark of a certain division in Kansai. So, it’s not so hard to guess who is the sender of this one peculiar present.
Unwrapping the cloth with curiosity, the first gift exposed to her sight is a bit small but attracts her eyes nonetheless; it’s the portable crimson bluetooth speaker with a cool retro design. With this little buddy, she can enjoy listening and even sharing her favorite tracks anytime and anywhere she wants! This is no doubt a gift from a certain music lover who lives in Nara.
And the other gift resting at the bottom is a box full of sakura mochi stuffed with anko (sweet red bean paste) and strawberry. Honestly, there are too plenty of them to eat alone. On the box, there is the message scribbled with cutesy handwritings.
“My grandma might have been carried away for a bit. She also said you have reminded her a bit of her distant youth, and by the time I noticed; we have already made a lot of them more than we expected... Haha, may you share them with others as you please.”
P.S. Last time I was in Ueno, I picked some cherry blossoms from the park to make the Sakura Shiozuke (Pickled Cherry Blossoms) and I also used some of them in the recipe this time. Ehehe, sorry for picking them without any permission ~So, as an apology, please enjoy the taste of your hometown’s blossoms.”
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…Meanwhile at Harumatsuya, Nara City.
“Oh~ So this time YuuYu is the one who delivered the gifts? How rare of you going somewhere else outside of our town.”
“Hasn’t you remembered? Yumeno-sensei has invited me for some chat, so I took that as an opportunity to relay our presents to Busujima-san and Norikoru-san.”
“Eh? And if I remember correctly, isn’t today also your—”
“...Tell that old man I won’t stop by his mansion today.”
“Woah, OKAY? Why are leaving so soon? Just so you know, me and my grandma are always happy to have you as our dinner guest. We can even throw a party at Saigo-san’s place. He may be a bit grumpy but I think he doesn’t mind letting us doing something nice for you at least once in a while.”
“Thanks for your kindness, Hi-chan. But I feel like going home today, so I’d sadly like to have a pass.”
“Hey—”
With no more explanation left to be said, his friend and division leader has suddenly left the shop with the unreadable emotion reflected in his eyes.
Truthfully speaking, the wagashi artist felt like his usually kind and upbeat bestie was acting a bit weird for today.
Ah, it seems like this day is going to be a long day after all...
Looking at the gifts that had arrived, Aranai smirked, particularly at the Bluetooth speaker. Ever since she had misplaced her iPod, she had been saving up to buy a new one. But she had never thought to buy a Bluetooth speaker, so this gift was unwelcome. And hey, it kept more money in her pocket.
"I'll have to remember to take this thing with me when I go driving," Aranai said, setting it off to the side as she looked at the mochi. Truthfully, the former rebel didn't care much for rice cakes. She's tried them, but could never develop a taste for them. Still, the guy or whoever was nice enough to drop them off, so she reluctantly took a bit of one.
"Hmm, not bad." She said as she bit into it again. "Maybe I'll leave some for Shisuta. She goes nuts for these things."
Finishing it off, the former Bōsōzoku placed the rest in a plastic ziplock bag and tossed it in her handbag. Walking outside, she smirked as she turned her new Bluetooth speaker onto a random song by 86. Still with a smirk on her face, she quickly ignited her engine before speeding off down the street into her city of Ueno.
#hypmic#hypmic oc#hypnosis mic oc#hypnosis microphone#hypnosis mic#aranai norikoru#happy birthday aranai 2023#nara division#miraitabi#yuuya kanata#asahi tomoharu
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