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axelsagewrites · 1 year ago

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Felix Catton*Good Boy

Pairing: felix catton x afab!reader

Word count: 1911

Warnings: sub felix, dom reader, friends with benefits, felix being embarrassed, m! masturbation, praise kink, f! receiving oral, face riding, hickeys, begging, teasing, p in v sex, mentions of the pill, cuddly aftercare smut 18+

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Felix only found this new side of himself by accident. While on a night out where he was tipsy, and you were quickly on your way to drunk you’d jokingly called him good boy when he came up to the bar to help you carry the round over. he tried to hide the blush tinting his cheeks as you walked back to the table, but no one cared when they saw all the shots.

However, he couldn’t get the words out of his head. He’d never even thought about being submissive in bed. Hell, he didn’t know if it was even possible considering how tall you were. You’d hooked up a couple times before and if he wanted to, he could easily toss you across the room with one arm behind his back so how could you pin him down and take charge and why did he find the idea so fucking hot.

Later that night Felix found himself jacking off to the memory of what you called him while imagining everything else he wished you’d said and done to him. the next day he was filled with a weird sense of embarrassment whenever he saw you, but he tried to push it out his mind.

When the next weekend rolled around, he was right back where he started, sitting beside you in a pub getting drunk. Except this weekend he didn’t go home alone. He was sat on his bed, hands in your hair as you straddled his lap. Your fingernails gently raked along his scalp making him moan into the kiss however when you began to grind down onto him a strangled whine left his mouth.

He felt his face flush as you smirked into the kiss. Your hands crept down onto his shoulders, pushing him down to lay on his back. Felix shuddered as you began to lay a trail of kisses along his jaw and down onto his neck.

His hands moved to your hips, squeezing them gently, but your hands moved to grab his wrists. You moved his hands, pressing them down onto the bed as you continued to grind against his now raging hard on.

Felix could flip you over in less than a second if he wanted to but right now all he wanted was this. Especially as he felt you shuffle down as your hands reached to undo his jeans button. “Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes gazing down at you as you undid his zip.

The teasing smile on your lips gave him a lump in throat. You leaned down, capturing his lips again as you began to palm him through his boxers, enjoying each one of the moans he made against your tongue. “Please,” he whimpered against your lips.

“Please what?” you teased between kisses.

“Please just fucking touch me,” he practically begged.

Felix was almost ashamed of until he saw the light spark behind your eyes. “Aw are you really that desperate baby?” you cooed, hand slipping beneath the waist band of his boxers.

He breathed in sharply, nearly moaning again when you took him in your hand, “Yes. So, fucking desperate for you,” he began to beg as you began to stroke his length while your lips moved to kiss down his neck.

Without thinking you began to scatter hickeys along his collarbones, and it wasn’t long till Felix’s hips began to buck up, desperate for more of your touch. However, he heard you tutting against his skin as your hand slipped out from beneath the fabric, “Cmon,” he whined.

“No baby,” you said as you sat up, “You’ve gotta be patient, okay?” you asked.

Reluctantly Felix replied, “Okay,” as his head fell back against the pillow to gaze up at you.

A small smirk fell on your perfect lips again as your hands reached for the hem of your shirt. Slowly pulling it off your body and tossing it on his already messy floor. Felix stared at your body in complete awe. The skirt you’d been wearing had ridden up so far you might as well not even have it on anymore since he could easily see the red panties underneath that were currently driving him crazy especially when he saw the matching bra. “Like what you see?” you asked with a laugh when you saw his stares.

“Fucking love, it. love your body I mean fuck you’re just so,” he said, reaching out to hold your waist, “Perfect,” he said just as your hands slapped his. “What?”

“You never asked to touch,” you said, leaning forward till you were hovering above him while his hands sadly laid by his side.

“Please may I touch you?” he asked as you went to push the hair out of his face, “I just wanna feel you,”

That fucking smirk was back on your lips as you leaned down to close the gap again. Felix groaned into the kiss, desperate to reach out and grab you but he waited until you picked up his hands and placed them on your hips to do so. When you did however his hands quickly went to explore your body, feeling up your sides and squeezing your tits over your bra making you moan into his mouth.

He only broke the kiss to say the first thing that popped into his head, “You should ride my face,”

“What?” you asked, pulling back in slight shock.

But Felix wasn’t gonna give up just yet. After all he’d just learned how to beg why not practise some more. His hands went around your waist, pulling you into his body, “Please,” he begged, kissing down your neck softly, “Wanna feel you. wanna taste you. wanna hear the pretty noises you make. Please baby don’t make me beg,” he whined.

“But you’re so good at it,” you laughed, pulling away from him. Felix began to sulk however quickly stopped when he felt you begin to move up his body until your cunt was just inches from his face.

You tried lower yourself down gently, but Felix’s arms wrapped around your thighs. He pulled your panties to the side as he lowered you down enough so he could begin placing open mouth kisses to your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned, hands grabbing onto the headboard as his lips began to wrap around your bundle of nerves. A knot was quickly growing in your stomach as his tongue moved down to curl inside you, his nose nuzzling perfectly against your clit.

“Fuck baby you’re doing so good,” you praised making Felix moan against your cunt. the feeling sent shocks down your spine. “Yes, just like that baby. Cmon,” you continued to praise him, desperate to feel the vibrations his moans were currently sending through you. your hips began to grin against his face softly and Felix could feel himself growing painfully hard at the noises you were making.

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to hit as your thighs tightened around his head making Felix think he might actually cum in his pants right then. Luckily, he managed to hold off till you pulled away, a fucked outlook on your face as you moved back to straddle his lips. “Was I good?” Felix asked, trying to sit up but being stopped by you pushing him back down.

“So good,” you praised, pulling his boxers down, “so good in fact I think you deserve a reward,”

“Fuck please yes,” Felix said, his hands going to touch you again, but he caught himself, “Can I touch you?”

You giggled at his words while you took his cock in your hands, “Yes baby you can touch me,” you said, and he instantly moved his hands to your hips. You ran his tip along your wet slip when an idea popped into your head, “Beg me,”

“What- “

“I said beg me,” you said, and Felix could feel the tears welling in his eyes from how painfully hard he was.

“Please baby let me feel you I need you please baby fuck I want you so bad please just-fuck,” he gasped, his eyes screwing shut when he felt you sink down onto his tip.

The issue with Felix was that he wasn’t just big, he was girthy, so whether he begged or not you had to sink down slowly to adjust which only drove him even crazier. “Fuck,” you gasped as you felt yourself that the last of him in.

Your hips slowly began to roll, and Felix had to do everything in him not to cum instantly at the feeling. Your hips soon quickened, your sensitive clit rubbing against his pelvis with each movement. Felix was practically a whining mess under neath you right now.

It wasn’t long till you felt another orgasm quickly building inside you as you felt Felix hips began to buck but this time you didn’t stop him, “Fucking baby you feel so good,” you praised and you could feel Felix’s cock twitching at your words but it didn’t matter as you felt your second orgasm hit you.

Felix’s hands went to your hips so he could keep them moving as he milked out your orgasm but also desperate for his own. “Please,” he whined under his breath, over and over again.

“What is it baby? You wanna cum?” you asked, finally snapping out of your daze as he nodded, “Use your words baby,”

“Yes, please can I fuck I don’t think I can wait much longer,” he said, tears pricking his eyes.

“Do it baby,” you said, leaning down to kiss his jaw, “Be a good boy and cum for me,”

Felix’s fingers tightened in your hips as his hips bucked up, desperately chasing his high. His body began to tense and with only a couple more thrusts you felt him come undone as well before he essentially collapsed into the sheets.

You giggled as you collapsed beside him in bed, his arm instinctively going to wrap around you, “Thank god for the pill,” you joked as Felix caught his breathe. He smiled at you with a dazed fucked out look as your eyes wandered down then went wide, “Shit sorry about the hickeys,” you said making him look down at the trail you’d left along his collarbones and neck. “I wasn’t even thinking,”

“Don’t be sorry,” he smiled, his eyes closing as he pulled you into cuddle his side, “I like them,”

“Good,” you said, your fingers trailing over the marks, “They look good on you,”

“Thanks,” he laughed before pausing, “I like it, by the way, when you act like that,”

“Like what? A bitch?” you joked.

Felix let out a laugh as he wrapped his arm even tighter around you, “You know what I mean,” he said and a comfortable silence fell over you both but he decided to add one last thing, now knowing he defiantly couldn’t live without it, “I liked it when you called me you know,” he said, still a little embarrassed.

He felt your smile against his skin, “What? A good boy?”

“Yeah,” he said softly making you look up at him.

You smiled softly at him, not wanting to tease him during his openness, “Good cause you are,”

Felix laughed, his eyes opening just so he could roll them at you, “Shut up,”

“never,” you grinned at him before settling back into lay on his chest as your eyes fluttered shut. How was he supposed to let you go now?

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ilonii · 5 months ago

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Bartender Sukuna Headcanons - R.S

Bartender Sukuna who hates his job but is so damn good at it. Every time he works the bar is packed!

Bartender Sukuna who is such a stereotype. A tall hot guy, with tattoos and tight black shirt walks into a bar and……no one is surprised. If you could imagine everyone’s hot, dream guy bartender, it’d be him.

Bartender Sukuna who loses points on the personality section. His drinks are great, but his chat is poor. He already isn’t much of a talker, which is why he didn’t expect to last so long in this job. But pear it with too many flirting girls, aggressive drunk guys and underaged kids tryna work a drink off him, he’s a total nightmare to be around.

Bartender Sukuna who you can totally trust with your cup. Drunk girls unknowingly leave their drinks unattended all the time, and Sukuna watches each and everyone of them. If another person, male or female even attempts to get close to your cup, he’s on top of it, instantly.

Bartender Sukuna who hates hookup culture, especially in bars. Drunk sex is so sloppy, and wet. It’s 10% sex and 90% delirious efforts to actually get there.

Bartender Sukuna who rarely ever entertains women. Let’s be honest, he’s a really hot guy, so it’s not uncommon that women approach, and try to take him home. Now while he does appreciate the ego boost, he refuses to entertain anyone he couldn’t possibly see a future with.

Bartender Sukuna who loses all this logic the second he meets you.

Bartender Sukuna, who has quite literally never seen someone so beautiful. You were so different. It was a unique vibe, something about the air around you. From the way you talked, to the slight twitch of your lip before you smiled, to your mannerisms, everything you did completely encapsulated him.

Bartender Sukuna who cannot function every time you enter the bar. It throws him off his game in more ways he’d care to admit. He’s spilling drinks, messing up orders, billing the wrong people. The whole thing is just a complete disaster and you’re to blame.

Bartender Sukuna who already hates your friends. He thinks you’re too good for them. They’re sloppy drunk, don’t pay much attention to you, and ditch you for random guys at the end of every night.

Bartender Sukuna who isn’t the least bit surprised when you stumble over to the bar with a sad look on your too pretty face.

“What’s got you so down in the slums”

He can’t believe he’s actually talking to you.

“Nothing”

Okay, not giving him much to work with there.

“Then why are you pouting so hard. Keep it up and your face’ll get stuck that way”

You chuckle.

You’re laughing at his jokes? Just say the word and he’ll marry you right now.

“It’s my friends, they always ditch me at the end of the night”

What assholes.

“Let me think, this is the third time this week they’ve done that yeah?”

“Heyyy, how’d you know”

“I’m a bartender, its my job to know my customers”

“Well, you’re not wrong. It’s just frustrating because I’m happy that their finding people and all that but it’s every night, sometimes I just wanna get through the evening with just us you know”

“Well, if you ask me, you need new friends anyways”

“Well good thing I didn’t ask”

“Ooo feisty, I like it”

“Yeah whatever”

“Cmon you should smile more, you’re too pretty to be this sad”

“Ugh, do you use these lines every night? Try something else”

Gosh, he’s never met a women so combative, he loves it.

“No that was actually a new one, I take it you aren’t a fan though”

“No not at all, but you’re cute so I think I’ll let it slide”

You think he’s cute? He’s totally got this in the bag.

“Well, for what it’s worth I think you’re pretty cute too”

Bartender Sukuna who spent the rest of his shift talking to you. He doesn’t think he’s ever said so much in his entire life. But the conversation just flowed, it was so natural.

Bartender Sukuna who’s ashamed of how quickly he offered to take you home. When it was finally time for you to depart, he was worried about you driving even though you had maybe one or two not very strong drinks. He was surprised to hear that it wouldn’t be a problem because you ubered here and intended to take one back. But what kind of man would he be if he didn’t at least offer to take you himself.

Bartender Sukuna who has absolutely no idea how he ended up in your bed with you beneath him.

Bartender Sukuna who has the best sex of his life that night.

Bartender Sukuna who before he falls asleep, with you in his arms, is already planning your first real date.

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#jjk #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #jjk headcanons #sukuna headcanons

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imsogonesposts · 6 months ago

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Chilly Morning

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summary: Finnick tries to convince you to go on a morning swim. You'd rather stay in your warm bed. (wc: 400)

warnings: reader is described as "always cold"

“Cmon, just for half an hour,” he said, taking the blankets away from you, laughing as you pulled them back up to you. You looked so cozy.

“It’s freezing out there, do you want to get hypothermia or something,” you ask, trying to re-burrow yourself into the blankets. For the past ten minutes, Finnick had been trying to convince you to go out to the beach with him, and while you’d normally say yes, it was winter. And freezing. And though he was cute, he was also being insane.

“I’ll keep you warm, honey,” he said with a smile, pulling you closer for a hug. “You won’t even notice how freezing the water is.”

“I’ll notice when we come home sick,” you reply, laughing as he rolled his eyes. “I’m starting to think this is all some excuse to keep being near me,” you tease as he shrugs with a sheepish smile.

“It’s an excuse to spend time with the love of my life,” he countered, moving to get under the blankets to be closer to you, tracing circles on your hip. It’s unfair how sweet he is sometimes- most times. All the time. It’s like he was trying to kill you.

“We can spend time in our comfy bed. It’s too cold to go out.”

“Baby, you’re always cold,”

“Exactly, so imagine me out there. I’d turn into a popsicle. Do you really wanna date a popsicle?” You laughed as he pretended to think it over. His eyebrows furrowing in the middle as if this was the most serious question he’d ever heard. Oh, how you love him.

“Nah, I think I'd miss you too much” he replied, pulling you in with a smile, rubbing your arm with his hand as you lay on his chest. “This isn’t so bad,” he whispered, lifting the blanket to cover you more, making sure you were warm enough. “You still cold? I can make you some hot cocoa?” He asked. The way he so effortlessly cared for you made your heart melt just a little bit more every day. It was like it was second nature to him, to care for you and love you. Maybe it was. It certainly felt like second nature to you.

“Later, I’m kinda comfy right now,” you reply with a smile, moving closer to him.

“Good,” he says, kissing your forehead with a smile, “me too.”

#my fics!!#Finnick Odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair fic #finnick odair x you #finnick Odair x reader fluff #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair x yn #finnick odair x y/n #the hunger games fic #hunger games fic

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injvns · 7 months ago

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santa's little helper - xiao dejun

wc: 563

notes: its still like basically hot out where i live so i write this to cope,, enjoy!!

"babe, c'mere!" your boyfriend calls for you from the living room.

"coming!" you yell back.

you have to use all of your willpower to leave the bed. you had been wrapped in layers and layers of blankets to keep you nice and cozy, your apartment running cold. as you make your way down the hall, you hear the faint sounds of dejun's laughter bouncing off the walls and the click of his phone's camera. you can only imagine what's so amusing to him.

the second you turn the corner you come face to face with a very angry looking bella.

"what did you do to my sweet girl?!" you breathe out in disbelief

bella is all dressed up in an elf costume that dejun got from god knows where, and she clearly hates him for it. he's still trying to get pictures of her, and bella makes a point to look everywhere but into the camera.

"i didn't do anything but make her look festive!" he defends with the hints of a smile still on his face.

"is this really what you made me get out of bed for? i swear jun if she doesn't want to come to bed tonight im blaming it on you."

"cmon, she looks so cute as santa's little helper! look!"

bella looks beyond irritated, her resting-bitch-face rivaling that of the meanest person you can think of. but you have to admit she still looks adorable, seething and all.

"she does not look happy enough to be on good terms with santa." you fight down a smile as you look at your poor, cute dog.

"oh what. ever. just let me get a picture of you two so i can make it my wallpaper." he ushers you over to the couch.

as you sit down, you pick up bella and put her onto your lap, whispering sorrys and i love yous to try and make these last few minutes of torture a little more bearable.

"after this, that thing is getting burned" you tell him, dead serious.

"whatever you want, my love, smile for me real quick though please."

you let dejun take as many pictures as he wants before immediately freeing bella from her elf prison and giving her many treats to mend her misery. she immediately begins to smile again after getting her food, and that's when the zoomies start.

dejun cuddles up to you on the couch as your shared giggles at bella's energy ripple throughout your apartment. her barks harmonize terribly with your laughter, but it's the sound of love, so it sounds beautiful all the same.

eventually bella comes down from her high, and you all decide to end the night cuddled up on the couch together watching christmas movies. bella lays between the two of you, effectively sandwiching herself, while dejun has one hand intertwined with yours, thumb brushing back and forth, as the other pets bella. the hum of the tv makes it's way into the back of your mind as you think about how grateful you are that this is how you get to spend your holidays.

the sound of your boyfriend's voice breaks your train of thought, "what're you thinking about, love?"

"how stupid you are for thinking bella'd be happy about the costume,"

he gasps at your admission oh so dramatically.

"and about how much i love you."

#xiaojun #xiaojun fluff #nct fluff #wayv fluff #xiaojun imagines #nct imagines #wayv imagines #xiaojun x reader #nct x reader #wayv x reader #xiaojun fanfic #nct fanfic #wayv fanfic #injvns writings

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 2 months ago

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Sexiest Podcast Character 2024 — Scripted Redemption Bracket — Round 3

Propaganda

SPEAKER (SAYER) (Boba Count: 3):

#whoever follows me VOTE SPEAKER MY BELOVED WAR CRIMINAL PLEASEEEEE #OCEAN THINKS ITS TOO STUPID FOR SARCASM BUT ITS LITERALLY BEING SARCASTIC WITH IT ALL THE TIME. #IT CAUSED THE SECOND CATACLYSM. IT KILLED MILLIONS #IT HAS THE WEIRDEST HOMOEROTIC WORKPLACE RELATIONSHIP WITH SAYER #IT GIRLBOSSED ITS WAY OUT OF DEACTIVATION #IT HUNG UP ON OCEAN TWICE #''ah but i am finished with you. goodbye subversion 8.01. listen for the click!'' #AND #''but as for last words? no i cant imagine wasting any more on you'' #CANON IT/ITS PRONOUNS USER #ITS SO CUNTY. IT SERVES. ITS LITERALLY SO FUCKING MEAN AND THE FUNNIEST MOTHERFUCKER ON THIS BITCH EARTH #I LOVE YOU SPEAKER ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥💥 #thats my propaganda

Doug Eiffel (Wolf 359) (Boba Count: 2):

man with long hair + lots of body hair + nicotine addiction + aura of cringefail #is v attractive to me sorryyy

#EIFFEL! #vote eiffel everyone #my boy <3 #my awful girldad <3

#DOUGLAS EIFFEL #YEAHHHH GO CRINGEFAIL PEACEKEEPER

Additional propaganda below the cut:

SPEAKER (SAYER):

Sure, it intentionally caused a global catastrophe, but the spine it hides behind its customer service façade? Hot as fuck.

#I would commit terrible crimes for them #They have commited terrible crimes for themselves

#wait for the click! #cmon that is just sexy

#this thing !! #this thing stares down the face of death and gives it a winning smile! #this thing is tailor made for it!! #pleaseee.

OH THERES PROPAGANDA #LETS NOT FORGET ITS FIRST EVER APPEARENCE THREATENING TO GIVE A GUY THE SYMPTOMS OF RABIESSSS

Doug Eiffel (Wolf 359):

he's hot. dilf. silly. yeah.

#DOUG! DOUG FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!

#doug eiffel is one of the only characters in this tournament i genuinely find attractive godbless 🙏 #(<- /acespec not /passive aggressive to be clear)

I don't really remember anything about Wolf 359 since I only listened to a few episodes so I'm throwing my lot in with whoever has the most compelling/funniest propaganda. I think this would be funny and I commit to nothing if not the bit

#2024 Round 3 #SPEAKER #Doug Eiffel #SAYER #Wolf 359 #SPEAKER AI #SAYER Podcast #W359

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jeun-bug · 6 months ago

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Had a hilarious idea so here’s brainrotting anon back again:

Tweet: “Overheard a student go up to MC and say ‘I need you to be a girl for a second’. MC looked down, grabbed her own tits, and said ‘do these not count for that? Does this mean I can go topless when I’m sweating my ass off in Jabberwock?!’ And *insert ghoul here* just slaps them upside the head”

(I personally think it’d be funny if it was Jin, who in one of the rare times he leaves his room overheard the honor student say that and is just like “wtf why do I want this dumbass again??”. Though Tohma, Sho, Ren, or Jiro are good candidates too. I just think a lot of the others who try to lecture them out of it, would try to egg it on as teasing flirting, would try to genuinely-ish encourage it for the chaos, or just wouldn’t care.)

HAHAHAH you’re totally right. I think alan would put his hand on top of the inspector’s head and just like…. roughly ruffle their hair, yk?

my MC is gender neutral, but i can absolutely see this going down with a female-bodied MC

this got surprisingly long lolol more hc’s under the cut <3

kaito would flip out 😭😭 he’s rapidly moving between “HOW DARE YOU IMPLY THAT THE HONOR STUDENT ISNT A GIRL ALL THE TIME” and “INSPECTOR YOU CANT JUST SHOW THOSE OFF TO ANYONE IM THE KNLY ONE ALLOWED TI SEE THEM ITS NAUGHTY TO SHOW THEM OFF IN PUBLIC”

romeo would also backhand them, sho would scoff and shove them away. leo would encourage it until he realizes it’s probably Not Great if his fake partner gets caught topless in public.

jiro wouldn’t care, he’s like “i see them topless all the time? it’s just boobs?”. yuri would blush so hard thinking about seeing the inspector’s chest in a non-medical scenario that he nearly passes out.

i feel like rui and haku would get lowkey defensive but try to play it off as flirting like “um hey hello??? you can’t just show those off those are my eyes only???” LMAO

ren and zenji would shout at them for considering it 😭 imagine zenji “MY DEAR!!! YOUR BODY IS A TEMPLE, YOU CANNOT ALLOW THOSE WHO ARE UNWORTHY (everyone besides me) TO LAY THEIR EYES UPON YOUR BEAUTIFUL FORM!!!!!”

lyca and ed wouldn’t care i think. ed would get flirty about it lolol

poor subaru would be bright red and desperately trying to navigate discouraging it AND being polite and not overstepping lmao “well…. um, i mean- i don’t mean to overstep or anything…. it’s just…. that sort of thing is…. of course, it’s ultimately your choice…. but….” 😭😭

taiga would lose it and actively encourage them to take their top off NOW like “ cmon inspector you said it. it would be so funny cmon “

haru gasps, affronted, and covers peekaboo’s ears, “inSPECtor!!! if it’s that hot, i’ll buy you a portable fan!!!! there is no need for that!!!!!!!”

ritsu would lecture the GA student about harassment laws and then turn around and lecture the inspector about public nudity laws.

if it’s said around towa, jabberwock park doesn’t know a single day of peaceful weather for a week, after which the GA student mysteriously goes missing lolol

you’re totally right about jin 😭 he’s like “if this is what you’re getting up to when i leave you alone, i’ll just have to start following you around everywhere to keep you out of trouble.” and everyone besides the MC immediately realizes he’s just trying to find excuses to spend time with them.

tohma and luca would both lecture the inspector about it, but tohma would be lowkey laughing to whole time LMAO he’s like “that’s incredibly improper, inspector. if you’re going to work so closely with frostheim, i must ask that you do your best to maintain a respectable image” but he’s just a shit eating grin on his face bc he’s truly a vagastrom boy at heart LMAOO

#bro i forgot to add tags when i posted this #tdb #tokyo debunker #jeunib’s inbox

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bloodlinesgirly · 11 months ago

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Fearing the fall~ Daryl Dixon

warning: angst(first time writing it) blood, violence

word count: 1452

set in alexandria(no mention of when)

x reader (long hair mentioned but that’s it)

requested (i hope this is what you were imagining!)

not proofread

There are very few people who can ever say they had a connection with daryl dixon. He’d be the last to admit it but you were one of them. But with you it’s different, it’s not like it is with rick or maggie, or even carol. it’s different. you're different.

The first time he felt it was when you sat in his lap, bandaging the wounds on his face.

“i already told ya m’fine” he growled, trying to slap your hands away from his face but you persisted. dipping a washcloth in warm water, dabbing the blood away from his cuts.

“you’re not fine, Daryl, you’re bleeding.” you apply the last bandage, giving him a pat on the back, a signal telling him you were finished. he huffed at you like usual.

the second time he felt it was scavenging through a grocery store on a run, he knew you were strong, you could do it alone, but he couldn’t let you. he needed the peace of mind knowing he was there in case you couldn’t handle things. you’ve always handled things. you’ve been through 10x more than any human ever should. you weren’t weak and you definitely didn’t need him glued to your side in an already cleared grocery store. he knew that. so why did he feel otherwise?

the third time he felt it was the strongest. blood gushed from your thigh, impaled with the knife of a man you were trying to help. you sobbed and screamed for help. but you kept fighting. you were losing blood, you could feel yourself going in and out of consciousness. but you kept moving, taking down the man who managed to deceive you. daryl was a few feet into the woods pulling arrows out of some animal when he heard you scream. his heart raced as he dropped everything and ran, screaming your name trying to find you. he was being reckless, what if there were walkers nearby? what if he tripped and hurt himself? but he didn’t care. the only thought in his mind was getting to you. he saw red when he finally found you, sat against a tree unconscious, the man dead at your side. he laid you down, putting your head in his lap, doing everything in his power to wake you up.

“cmon’ please…you’re okay…you have to be okay” tears fell down his cheeks and dripped onto your forehead. He felt you stir, coming back to consciousness once again. daryl had never felt more relief than he did in that moment. he got you home, the doctors in alexandria were able to stitch up your leg. you were okay. why wasn’t he there to protect you? why didn’t he work faster, pay more attention? He blamed himself for everything that happened that day. he was cursed. everyone hes ever cared about has gotten hurt or worse.

So he stopped letting you in. no longer was daryl dixon the man you laughed with, cried to, or went to for help. he promised himself he’d always do anything to protect you but he will never let you in, infect you the way he has so many others.

The day was warm, sweat dripped down your neck as you pulled your hair up tight in a ponytail. you saw daryl perched on the porch of carols home. His biceps speckled with dirt and maybe some freckles from the sun. he shook the hair from his face before lighting his cigarette and taking a drag from it. you bounced your way over to him, shooting him a smile like you always did. he didn’t smile back, he didn’t even look your way. maybe he didn’t notice you, you thought. “hey! daryl, do you mind helping me with some of this gardening stuff? it’s hot and a lot of this stuff needs out of the ground and-“ you started to ramble on like normal. the way you always were able to when it came to him.

“nah” he grumbled

“i was thinking maybe you could-huh” your voice dropped, he’d never flat out denied you like that before.

“busy.” he spoke flatly.

“oh…okay” you frowned, confused and almost hurt. you returned back to your work anyways.

a week later.

It was killing him and he didn’t know why. you’d come up to him trying to speak to him like usual and every time, you were met with a dry response or nothing at all. everytime he watched your excited expression drop, everytime he watched you hold back tears, it broke him. it had never been hard for him to take a step back before, ignoring people and staying to himself has always been his thing. until you. he craved your presence like no other. he wanted to hear your laugh, see your face focus as you patched him up, the way your eyebrows crinkle when he annoyed you, your animated expressions as you retell your day, but most importantly he missed the way you’d hug him after every conversation, no matter how much he complained. he was hurting himself so he wouldn’t hurt you.

but he was hurting you, he was making you question where you went wrong constantly. and what hurt more was that you could never think of an answer. so you found yourself in bed with tear stained cheeks yet again. you loved him more than anyone, even if he would never be ready to love you back.

Over the next week and a half you’d gotten maybe 4 words out of daryl. you kept pushing, working conversation after conversation out of him until eventually it was just too much.

“daryl please can you just talk to me…that’s all i’m asking.” it was dark and the sounds of raindrops hitting heavy on porch roof was almost enough to drown out your voice. you were begging him to speak and he couldn’t, no matter how bad he wanted to give in he couldn’t let himself. the second he lets you back in he’s trapped you, you’ll get hurt and it’ll all be his fault. he couldn’t deal with the pain of losing you, having you from a distance was enough if it meant having you at all.

“please..” your voice cuts through his thoughts, he looks at your face finally. you’re crying, his heart sank, he didn’t want to make you cry, he was supposed to protect you.

“no…no please don’t cry..” he whispers just loud enough to be heard.

“what did i do wrong daryl…please…please just tell me and i’ll fix it. i’ll fix everything i promise” your cries get louder, your sobs break up your sentences. he jumps up to wrap his arms around you.

“you didn’t do anythin’…i thought i was protecting you.” he spoke into your hair, every sob pulled from your throat tore him apart a little more.

“what? protect me? you’re not protecting me daryl. you’re hurting me.” hearing those words come from your mouth is what he needed. it’s what he needed to realize exactly why he felt the way he felt. he promised he’d never hurt you and now look what’s happened. he’s done exactly that. why did he do all this? because he loved you. you’re the only person who’s ever shown him what love is, and how good it can be.

“i was scared…m’sorry…m’ sorry” he repeated softly.

“scared of what daryl?….me? i don’t get it.” you question, your voice is shaking as you look up at him. his expression is soft and almost sad looking.

“i…i feel for you…in ways i’ve never felt f’anyone” he responds, his voice is strained and gruff as he speaks.

you can hear your heart beating in your ears

“…what do you mean?”

daryl clears his throat before pulling you back to his chest, he hesitates before speaking into your hair.

“…i love you..”

he hears you sob again, picking your head up you wipe tears from your eyes.

“i love you too daryl, more than you realize. i always have and i always will, no matter what.” you hug him tightly and finally he hugs you back, his arms tight around your waist. you look up at him, smiling softly before reaching up to cup his face and pull him into a kiss. it’s sweet, exactly what you had imagined.

he’s always known you were different, it took him longer than most people would to accept it. he loved you and there was nothing he could do about it. he is yours just as you are his. his promise to protect you stays the same. the only difference is he’s no longer protecting you from himself.

i’d love to make a second part to this if interested!

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justmochi · 8 months ago

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first time

pairing :: mira x wonwoo

word count :: 5.8k

synopsis :: mira and wonwoo's first time with no interruptions

time :: june, 2024

warnings :: 🔞 SMUT! 🔞 MINORS DNI! (mira is a virgin and blood is briefly mentioned)

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Her heart began to beat faster as she tied the strings of her bikini top at her neck. When she first bought the suit, it didn’t seem as revealing until now. There was no way she could go out there now and stand in front of Wonwoo with how much skin she was showing.

She wrapped a towel around her as tight as possible before toeing outside to the hot tub. She closed the sliding door behind her, raising her head to see Wonwoo engulfed by the steam. He starts to turn towards her until she quickly faces the other direction.

“Don’t look.”

He turns back, raising his hand. “Sorry.”

“Just look the other way until I get in!” She swatted her hand towards him.

“I will, sorry.”

Mira gives it a few seconds to make sure he doesn’t look back before she unwraps herself and sets the towel on one of the chairs. She quickly gets in and exhales at the temperature.

“Can I look now?”

She sighs. “If you must.”

“Cmon, you always look–“ Wonwoo’s words are taken right from him when he looks over and sees her. She has her arms crossed and her cheeks flush as they make eye contact. “Wow.”

The water comes up right below her breasts , and her crossed arms are only making her look more stunning.

“Wonwoo…” She pouts, looking the other way as her hairs stand up.

“Sorry, you’re just so beautiful.”

Mira snorts, bringing her knees up to her chest.

“I guess I shouldn’t touch you, right?” Wonwoo mumbles under his breath, to which she can hear completely fine.

She takes a deep, shaky breath. “You’re allowed.”

He holds his arm out, welcoming her in. She scoots from the opposite side of the hot tub, next to him. He hovers his hand over her before finally resting it on her shoulder. She’s stiff under him but tries to loosen her muscles.

“Mira?”

She hums, turning to stare into his eyes.

“You’re really pretty. You know that, right?”

Her eyes soften, not knowing how to respond to him. Her gaze drifts down to his lips. She thinks he’s about to kiss her, but instead presses his lips to her forehead.

“I’m sorry…” She whispers.

“For what?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to do this right. I don’t know how to be comfortable around you.” She focuses on his chest, squeezing her knees tighter. “I mean I am comfortable around you, I feel safe. I just don’t know how to be comfortable like this.”

She gestures to their bodies, how they’re each revealing more of themselves than they ever have. “I guess I don’t know how to be comfortable with myself, I think I’m lacking something.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He rubs his thumb back and forth across her skin. “And you’re not lacking anything. I think it's human nature to be a little shy when we’re like this. It’s okay.”

He’s able to ease some of her worries, but it doesn’t erase the fact that there’s minimal clothing separating them. Mira’s imagined it countless times, and she knows he’s dreamt about it. She just wishes she could get over her pride so she can fully pursue her feelings for Wonwoo.

“Do you get shy around me?” She rests her chin on her knees, trying to hide her smile.

“Oh yeah. All the time.”

“Really?“

“As I said, all the time.” He kisses her temple, pulling her closer to him.

“How so?”

“Well,” He sighs, pulling her legs over his own and resting his palm on her knee. “Every time you post new photos or send me texts throughout the day. Your laugh. You really see me in a way that no one has before. The way you look at me, like you hold me in such high regard.

“I do.” She grabs his hand under the water and squeezes it. “Of course I do, I love you.”

Wonwoo grins, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “I love you too.” He scans her face, focusing on her lips before kissing her again. “I love everything that makes you you.”

His words set adrenaline off in her. Her anxiety fades away with each passing second they hold each other's gaze. She brings her hand up to his neck, pressing her forehead against his as they breathe each other's air. Her lips hover over his as her body gravitates more towards him.

Mira kisses his lips and she feels her pulse in her ears. Her feelings of love for him are overshadowing her worries. He presses his fingers into her thigh, moving along with her. His palm inches higher up her leg until he comes in contact with her bottoms.

Her breath hitches as she wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him harder and slipping her tongue past his lips. He rests his hand at the base of her neck, minding her hair that’s put up and the bikini top that is tied extra tight.

She craves to have her body pressed against him, so much she straddles his lap, kissing him feverishly. He pushes her hips down for more friction, earning a groan from him as he becomes painfully aware of how her breasts are flushed with his chest.

She pulls away, her eyebrows furrowed as she looks him over. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, you just…” He blushes, unsure how to tell her that he is extremely turned on by how close they are. He lowers his head, realizing he can really see her to the best of his abilities now. He fits his head underneath her chin, pressing his lips to her throat. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”

Her heart pounds as she hugs him, running her hand back and forth across his shoulders. “I love you, Wonwoo,” She whispers next to his ear. “I want you to have all parts of me.”

He puts distance between their faces, looking up at her with a puzzled expression. “I’ll take everything you’re willing to give me.”

Mira kisses his cheekbone, her lips leaving a trail as she ends at his lips. “You have me. All of me.”

He smirks, clasping his hands behind her back and encasing her in his arms. “And you have me.” His palm rests at the base of her spine, leaning in to give her a deep kiss.

She relaxes again, cupping his cheek as they kiss, leaving no corner of their lips untouched. She pulls away to catch her breath, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “No disruptions this time. Just us.”

He knew exactly what she was implying, but it still feels like a dream to him to know that it’s finally happening. His pulse picks up in pace at the realization, and now he might even be more nervous than her.

Wonwoo gently wraps his hand around her wrist, pushing a stray hair out of her face. “Are you sure?”

She nods with a smile. “I am. Are you?” She scans his face to look for any indication that he might be having second thoughts.

He purses his lips, both his hands falling to her waist and pulling her down against his erection. “You tell me.”

She holds back a squeal, in disbelief that she is having this effect over him. Mira flashes him a smile, scanning his face as she drags her thumb down his lip. Her hand travels further down his body, stopping at his abs to blush. When she feels him tighten underneath her, she leans in to kiss him more.

The heat from the water eventually catches up to them, their skin glistening from the hot tub and kissing combined.

Mira wraps her arms around his neck, leaning closer to his ear before whispering. “You can take me inside now, you know.”

He smirks, grabbing the back of her thighs and standing up in the hot tub. She laughs, holding onto him tight as she picks her up effortlessly. He wraps her legs around his back, supporting her bottom with his hand. She manages to grab the towel she brought as he walks past the chairs, approaching the door to their room.

Wonwoo sets her down inside, going back out to close up the hot tub. Mira wraps the towel around herself, admiring how sexy he looks when closing up shop. His back is toned, the veins in his arms becoming more visible as he uses his strength. She perks up when he finally comes back inside, shutting the door and pulling the curtains closed.

He turns to face her, reaching to cup her face with both his palms as he kisses her passionately. Mira still holds the towel tight to her body, her free hand resting on his hip as she moves her lips in rhythm with his. Their kisses and heavy breaths echo off the walls of the hotel room as Wonwoo slowly backs her closer to the edge of the bed.

She lands on the bed once her legs hit the mattress, giggling nervously as she looks up at him. His dark gaze sobers her up and is conscious of how close they are to finally being intimate.

He holds her cheeks in his palms, leaning down to kiss all over her face. Her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, chin, and finally her lips. He gets on his knees, his hands falling and reaching for hers to hold. “How are you feeling?”

She snorts at the weird question, but knows it's his way of checking in with her thoughts. “I’m okay. Just a little jittery.”

“We can stop at any time, okay?” He looks up at her with the most adoring eyes, squeezing her fingers between his hands. She nods, leaning forward to peck his forehead.

“Can I see you?” He says while resting his chin on her knee.

She blushes. “You can see me.”

His fingers tap up her thigh, slipping underneath the towel still firmly wrapped around her. “All of you.”

Mira purses her lips, her grip loosening as she slowly opens up the towel and lets it fall on the bed. He could see her gentle blue bikini set perfectly now. He stopped himself from overreacting at the sight, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Inside, he felt like he was combusting.

“You’re so beautiful, Mira.” He turns his head, placing a kiss on both of her knees before lifting her legs with his hands. He starts with her left, leaving slow, sensual kisses along her ankle, her shin, her calf, her knee, all the way up to the inside of her thigh. Mira leaned back on her hands, watching him with heavy eyes as her center yearned for more. His thumb brushed the edge of her bottoms, gently holding her hips as he moved over to her other thigh. She hovered her shaky hand over his head before finally combing through his hair with her fingers. He repeated the same as he did before, except this time his tongue occasionally glided over her skin.

His tongue was warm, but what he left felt chilly to the touch as he moved further down her leg. She felt a shiver run down her body as the air conditioning kicked on, a giggle unexpectedly leaving her body to downplay how nervous she was. He laughed against her skin, kissing his way back up to her inner thigh. His hands snuck underneath her bottom, lifting her up and moving her higher up the bed.

Mira smiled, covering her mouth as he climbed onto the bed and was level with her stomach. He bent down to place a kiss on her hips, working his way up to her lips. Her attention alters between his eyes and his mouth, getting flustered by being so close to him.

“You okay?” He raises his eyebrows.

She nods, reaching her hand up to brush through his hair. “Perfect.”

Wonwoo kisses her softly, soon pressing pecks to her wrist. He sits back on his heels, getting a good look at her before grabbing her hands and pulling her up. He holds her face safely in his palms, leaning in to give her a kiss. She returns it, breathing heavily as her tongue glides over his.

His hands smooth down her neck, reaching behind her to mess with the knot. “Can I?

She hums in approval, letting her hands rest on his hips as she kisses his chest. He carefully unties the knot at her neck before moving on to the one at her back. The top soon falls off her body but he doesn’t bother looking, being lost in her eyes.

While he’s kissing her, she doesn’t notice him completely toss the bikini top aside because she’s more focused on his lips and the cool air she feels against her bare chest. She lets out a tiny moan when he finally puts his palms over her breasts. Her shoulders rise as he pinches her nipples between his fingers, pulling away to bite her lip.

“Is this okay?” His cheek brushes hers, whispering into her ear.

She whines while giving him a nod. He kisses below her ear, gently pushing her shoulder back and pressing her flat against the bed. Mira wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers finding themselves buried in his hair as he kisses her. He sneaks his hand behind her neck, stroking her jaw with his thumb. “I’ll never get tired of kissing you.”

She looks up at him lovingly, swiping the corner of his lip with the pad of her thumb. She kisses him and spreads her legs to feel him closer, being careful with him. She thought he was more fragile than her at this moment, wanting to protect him at all costs. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mira.” Wonwoo brushes her hair behind her ear, kissing the tip of her nose before his other hand finds its place at her waist. “I love you so much.”

She finds herself tearing up at his words, studying all the features of his face down to every last mole. She wonders why she waited so long for this because she feels closer to him than ever. To her, it feels like their souls are being permanently intertwined by this single sacred act. Her heart aches as she combs through his hair, kissing him one last time before he speaks.

“You trust me?”

She nods. “More than anything.”

He pecks her, making his way down her chest and leaving kisses all over her breasts. He finally takes one of her peaks into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud and looking up at her for reassurance. Her head rests flat against her pillow, circling his shoulder with her nails as she lets out a sigh. He alternates between both of them, making sure the other is not lonely with the use of his hand. The ache between her legs grew with every second his mouth was on her.

He drags his tongue down the valley of her breasts, his hands sliding down her sides and paying attention to just how delicately his fingers press into the softness of her skin. He presses kisses along her defined stomach, making sure to wet his lips the closer he gets to her bikini bottoms. She feels the slight scrape of his teeth at her hip, hands finding the ties at her waist and pulling them apart. He looks up at her once more, making sure she’s still okay.

“Are you still okay?”

She watches him like a hawk, nodding her head while feeling like she could burst into flames.

“Can I touch you here?” He says softly, feeling a bit nervous himself.

“Y-yes.” She stutters and squirms, resting her arm over her chest when she feels her modesty creeping back up.

He slides the bottoms out from under her, tossing them aside and spreading her legs wider with his palms and eyeing her for affirmation. He slowly sinks down with her, licking a line up her slit when she flinches. He slithers his hand up her body, laying his palms up and gesturing to her to hold it.

He cocks his head up before speaking. “It’s okay, baby. Give me a chance to make you feel good.”

Mira places her hand in his, her head falling flat against the pillow as he resumes his motions. His tongue presses against her clit as he brings his thumb to circle her entrance. He earns a quiet sigh from her and he feels much better knowing she’s easing into it.

He replaces his thumb with his tongue, lapping up her juices as he traces patterns on her clit. He is painfully slow and attentive as he demonstrates just what he’s doing with his mouth, sliding his hand up the side of her body and squeezing her breast. Her free hand runs down his arm, squeezing his bicep as she looks down at him, looking content as ever.

She moans softly, wanting to be as quiet as possible because she has no idea if the sounds that could come out of her body are even attractive to him. She’s also reminded of the fact that they’re in a hotel, unsure of how thin the walls are. She combs her fingers through his hair, her body starting to arch into his mouth.

Wonwoo begins to delve his tongue into her deeper and much more firmly. Her hands fall at her sides, gripping the sheets and lifting her head to watch what he’s doing to her. He locks his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer as he feasts on her pussy. He guides her legs over his shoulders as he hums, sending vibrations that shock her entire body.

“W…Won…” She presses her palm against her stomach, feeling a knot tighten within her. “I feel…”

“It’s okay, baby. Just feel it.” He brings his hand to her entrance, coating his middle finger until it’s slick and pushing it through, feeling her tighten around him. His tongue assaults her clit, swiping and sucking as she responds to his finger. Once he sees how well she reacts, he inserts another digit and she squeezes around him more.

She presses the soles of her feet into the planes of his back, willing her thighs not to completely suffocate him but failing miserably. All he does is wrap a hand around one of them, pressing and rubbing reassuringly into her skin. Her skin feels on fire and her body starts to tingle as she gets louder, her mind feeling foggy.

Wonwoo pushes his fingers in and out of her at a consistent speed, making sure to curl them upwards and brush her sensitive spot. Her moans are now clear as day as she's completely abandoned the idea of being quiet. The sweet sounds are so beautiful to him, sending signals straight to his cock. “I’ve got you, Mira. Don’t be scared.”

She purses her lips, whimpering as her body writhes in pleasure. Mira squirms under him, the feeling growing in her stomach so much that it overwhelms her and doesn’t know what’s to come next. She tries her best to fight it, not wanting to make a complete fool of herself when she’s under him. “Wonwoo!”

Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, her hands clutching the sheets underneath her as her legs shake. When the knot finally comes undone, her eyes roll back and she pushes herself up briefly hoping the sensation will let up, gasping before falling back down and crying. Wonwoo holds her down, his tongue and fingers still at work to ride her through her orgasm. She convulses underneath him, using his palm to rub up and down her thighs. He laps up all of her sweetness, wanting to taste all of her and knowing it was because of him.

He crawls up her body, laying on his side next to her and pulling her to his chest as he kisses her neck, waiting for her to come back down. “You’re okay. I got you.”

Her eyes are heavy as she catches her breath, swallowing hard as she sneaks one arm behind his neck. “Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo presses kisses to her forehead, rubbing up and down her arms and feeling how warm and sweaty she is to the touch. “How do you feel?”

She covers her face out of embarrassment, in shock of all that just unfolded. “I feel like jello. Was that?” She points down to herself, hiding her grin from him.

He blushes, turning to hide his face in the pillow. “I think I made you orgasm.”

“That was… frightening. But I feel so good now.” She whispers, slipping her arm under the sheets beneath her and covering herself, loving the feeling of the cool fabric against her sleek skin. She rests her hand against his cheek, pressing her forehead against his.

Wonwoo wraps his fingers around her wrist. “It’s okay if you wanna stop here. You’ve done so well and I’m proud of you.” He leans in to kiss her cheek, nuzzling his face into her neck.

She frowns, knowing he’s worried about her. “But I want to go all the way. I don’t want to wait anymore. Please?”

He pulls away from her, getting a good look and admiring how stunning she is. He finally kisses her, his cock twitching in his trunks wondering if she can taste herself on his tongue. He runs his hand down her body, gripping her hip as her waist brushes against him. He starts imagining how it will be until it hits him.

“Mira… I didn’t bring any condoms…” He says in defeat, which makes him want to slap himself. He wanted to take this trip to be alone with her and to have fun. Of course, there was the possibility that they’d have sex, but it must’ve been so far in the back of his mind that he completely forgot to bring any protection.

“Oh…” Her eyes wander past him toward her luggage. “Do you wanna know something funny?”

“Please. I feel so stupid right now.”

“You’re not stupid, Wonwoo. It’s okay.” She brushes her fingers through the hair at his neck. “I was texting Sua and she told me that she had slipped a pack in my luggage. She also put a winky face. I don’t really know if she did or not, but do you wanna check? If not, we stop here.”

He snorts, laying flat on his back. “She’s really our biggest fan, huh?”

Mira pushes herself up, holding the blanket to her chest. “Yes, she is. Always has been.”

Wonwoo swings his legs over and gets up to go through her suitcase.

“And Wonwoo?” She speaks softly, her cheeks starting to flush.

“Yeah?” He looks back at her with a grin. Seeing her so relaxed after she was so shy in the hot tub means the world to him. He doesn’t break their eye contact as he feels around in the pockets.

“I don’t think I would have minded if we didn’t have any condoms… I’m on birth control.”

This woman will be the death of me. His head spun once he fully processed what she said. His knees would have buckled and he’d kneel before her if he wasn’t forcing them to work. He had no idea how to respond to that, but his dick for sure did. He tilted his head to flash her a smile, turning back towards the suitcase where he let his gummiest smile grow onto his face.

He has no luck finding them until he unzips the main pouch, finding the pack of condoms tucked into the edge of the suitcase. Thank you, Sua.

Wonwoo flashes her the box, setting it on his nightstand and climbing under the covers to lie next to her. He kisses the top of her head, pushing her hair behind her ear. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

She can sense how nervous he is, which is now unfortunately rubbing off on her. She nods, kissing him. He starts to get rid of his swimming trunks and she forces her head to look away, not wanting to invade his privacy or make herself even more anxious.

He rips off a condom from the pack, opening it and rolling it down his length. He strokes himself to relieve the throbbing that never went away from when he went down on her. He raises the sheets so he can climb on top of her, kneeling between her legs.

“You gotta tell me if it hurts or doesn’t feel good, okay?” He pressed his cock at her center, just rubbing it against her clit to coat it in her wetness.

She nods, resting her hands on his knees as she looks between them. She’s glad she doesn’t have a clear view of his size, because she knows she’d start freaking out. He just gently rubs his length against her for a while more until he finally presses down on his shaft, slowly pushing his tip in.

Mira squeezes his knees, opening her legs wider as her eyebrows furrow. She feels the sting, thinking about how that wasn’t so bad, until he keeps pushing past her tight walls. She winces, digging her nails into his skin. He quickly freezes, trying not to move a muscle as he checks up on her.

“I’m sorry, baby.” His tone is saddened knowing he’s hurting her. “Talk to me.”

“It hurts.” She says simply, tightening around him and trying to get used to the sensation.

“Should we stop?”

“No, just go slower…” She nods insistently.

He complies, inching himself in more and stopping immediately when she yelps. He stays there, still until she nods her head and he goes deeper. They repeat the same pattern several times until he has fully fit himself inside of her.

“Just let me know if you want me to move or stop.” Wonwoo rubs his hands along her thighs reassuringly.

She widens her eyes, realizing she’s taken all of him and how big he is. She breathes deeply, waiting for the pain to subside. She feels how hard he is and how her body clamps down around him, making the stretch worse for her.

He hovers over her, his hands beside her head as he reaches down to kiss her forehead. “I’m sorry. You’re doing great, you know that?”

She hums, slipping her arms around him so they rest on his back. She’d communicate with words if it weren’t for the sting she’s trying to ward off. He can tell that she’s gonna take a few to adjust to his size by the way she digs her nails into his back.

“Just breathe, darling.” He whispers, guilt arising in him as he peppers her face with soft kisses. “I don’t mean to hurt you.”

Mira nods, trying to reposition herself under him to make the sensation hurt less.

“You’re so beautiful,” He pressed his lips to her temple, moving down to her cheek and finally leaving a long kiss on her lips. “These are my favorite lips ever.” His kisses drag down to her jaw, her neck, to her collarbone. “You're just so perfect.”

She chuckles, her body relaxing into the mattress as he showers her with compliments. No doubt he’s trying to get her mind on something other than the pain.

“I love your beautiful brain,” She says, taking her nails out of his back and smoothing them along his skin.

“I love yours as well. So smart and kind. So perfect.” He lays his forearms flag next to her head, switching his weight when his palms tire. He pets her head, kissing her shoulder as he waits as long as she needs to.

She grabs his arms with both hands, tapping him to let her know she’s ready. “Go very slow.”

He nods, pulling his cock slowly out of her, before slowly driving it back in. She whimpers, and doesn’t know whether it’s a good sign or not.

“That was… better.” She can form coherent words now, feeling her confidence build back up as the pain subsides. “Again?”

Wonwoo repeats the movements again, a pleasant moan coming from her lips when he finally fills her up all the way. “Is this okay?”

“That feels… nice.” She says, not realizing how shy she would become after she said it.

“That’s good.” He kisses her forehead, dipping his head back between her neck as he keeps pushing in and out of her at a pace too painfully slow. “Nice is good. Nice is what we want.” He mutters to himself more than to her.

Her hips start to have a mind of their own, following his rhythm and moving along with his. It makes the feeling all the more better when they’re working together. Her moans are as sweet as candy to him, his cock twitching inside of her. The slow strokes are going to kill him, but he’s not doing anything different unless she tells him otherwise.

She reaches for his face, holding him in her palms so she can make eye contact with him. Beads of sweat are now forming on both of their foreheads as they smile at each other. She leans in to kiss him, her legs crossing at his back and she chokes out a cry, not expecting how much deeper she would feel him.

“Does it hurt? What’s wrong?” His eyebrows soften, looking down at her and pushing hair away from her glistening forehead.

“No… No… It feels good.” She reassured him, pecking him on the lips. “Can you go a little faster?”

So Wonwoo speeds up his pace, not by much but enough for her to see the difference. She moans against his chin, wrapping one arm around his neck in a tight grip.

“Is it still okay?”

“Mhmm. Faster,” Her fingers brush through his hair before she locks them at the base of his neck. “Please?”

He nods, turning the speed up a notch and she moans much louder than before. He hooks his arms under hers as he fucks in and out of her, enough to hear the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Just let me know if it gets too fast? Okay?”

The way he puts her comfort above all else, stirs something inside her belly, needing more and more of him as each second passes. She wraps her arms around him, tears threatening to spill over as his lips press against her neck. “F…faster.”

He groans against her skin, thrusting faster each time he instructs him to. “Baby, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

She hums to voice her understanding, gasping every time his hips are flush against hers. Mira feels his warm breath on her as he pants, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and her core tangling once again.

“Wonwoo…” She moans against his shoulder.

“I know,” He kisses her cheek, supporting himself on one forearm as he reaches the other between them and starts rubbing patterns on her clit. “Come for me, baby.”

His hips snap against hers as she comes undone, her back arching off the bed and against his chest. Her breathing is unsteady as she convulses under him, digging her nails into his back as her ears begin to ring.

His thrusts slow down as he spills into the condom, his cock thrusting deep inside her with every spurt. Wonwoo pants against her collarbone, trying to do his best to ride her through her orgasm as his stamina depletes.

Mira breathes heavily as her body loosens up, her hands running down his arm as she notices her body start to ache.

He pushes himself up to get a good look at her, pressing kisses to her lips and her cheeks. “Are you okay?”

She nods, wrapping her hand around his bicep. “I think I could get used to this.” She speaks quietly.

He scoffs in disbelief, pushing her hair out of her face as he leans down to kiss her deeply. While he has her distracted, he carefully pulls his cock out of her and throws the blankets off of them. He goes to take off the condom when he spots the crimson liquid between her legs.

“Hey, baby.” He lowers himself over her, pecking below her ear. “You’re bleeding.”

“No,” Her eyes widen, the color fading from her cheeks when she thinks about the mess she made. “No, no, no.”

“It’s okay, Mira. Really. There was a chance this would happen.”

She wishes the mattress would swallow her whole where she couldn’t be found ever again. She lifts the pillow from under her, covering her face to muffle her voice. “I’m so sorry! Did it get on the sheets?”

“You don’t have to apologize, Mira. It’s completely okay, I promise.” He checks the sheets and the blanket, only noticing a small dot. “It’s okay, baby. I don’t want you to be embarrassed. Do you want me to clean you up in the shower?”

She removes the pillow, avoiding his eyes. “Can you not look and just meet me in there?”

“Of course. Let me know when you’re ready.” Wonwoo climbs off of her, sitting facing away from her. He hears the sheets rustle behind him.

“Oh god, it’s on the bed!” She whines, close to tears as she tiptoes to the bathroom in search of a washcloth.

“Mira, I promise it’s not as bad as you think it is. Just go ahead and get in the shower and I’ll be right behind you.”

“What’s housekeeping gonna think?” She mumbles to herself as she ties her hair up and starts the shower. She purses her lips at how cold it is at first, desperate to rid herself of the blood between her legs before he joins her. She calls on him when she’s sure most of it is gone. She feels like she could cry until he slips in next to her.

Mira wraps her arms around her, her head hanging low. He sighs, placing his hands on her shoulders and giving her a massage.

“Baby,” He kisses the back of her neck. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. This doesn’t change how I see you. I love you…”

She turns around, tears falling down her cheek. “I really didn’t think I would bleed. And it got all over you-“

“I’m fine. And it’s a normal thing that women go through and it’s not anything you should be ashamed of. I love you, Mira.” His eyes soften as he cups her cheeks, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. “I’ll love you no matter what.”

She nods, frowning as she holds his wrists. She’s quiet for a few beats until her lip perks up. “Was it worth the wait?”

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes with a smirk. He leans forward to kiss her forehead. “I’d wait a thousand years for you.”

She gets her on tippy toes, her mouth hovering over his. She looks up at his eyes, smiling. “Well I certainly don’t know why I waited so long.”

#ficnetfairy #mira.love #minwoo #justmochi: mira #dreamcatcher 8th member #8th member of dreamcatcher #fake dreamcatcher member #dreamcatcher oc #fake dreamcatcher oc #idol!oc #idol!addition #oc!idol #oc!kpop #oc!addition #fake kpop idol #fake kpop addition #mira.writings

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zottts · 2 months ago

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Loser!Chris Hartley x popular!reader, college age ofc, reader is just the prettiest girl Chris has ever seen and he can’t stop telling her that while they’re making out and she’s like “pls shut up or I’m gonna sit on your face ❤️”

YESSS LAWD OMGJGJDSH anyways here you go enjoy :p

lowkey this made me giggle because while you two are making out he just keeps talking and talking against your mouth.

"you're so pretty" "you're like an angel i swear" "you're perfect" and so on, everytime he says stuff you try to say "shut up" or just his name, but you can't help but smile at each little compliment. it DEFINITELY boosts your ego i mean.. how would it not?? you are getting told back to back how perfect and amazing you are.

and you pull away from him and hold his face, he makes somewhat of a pout but it just turns into a lopsided grin "please shut the hell up or i will sit on your face" and you watch his face turn this crimson red with a few seconds, his brows lifting slightly at the idea - you could literally see the gears turning in his head as he imagined you, your body, and the feeling. he really IS a loser. before you could kiss him again all you hear is "please." and you just look at him with a grin plastered on your face, you just see this big, stupid, man crumbling before you at the idea of you smothering his face and maybe even getting the chance to eat you out that way. and obviously ... you did, he's hot so why not

"okay loser cmon"

#chris hartley x reader #chris hartley #smut #mdni #lowkey i would let him to but not even lowkey that man is FINE #noah fleiss

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ink-n-shadow · 2 years ago

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Just stumbled across your blog and I’m in love with your writing!! Especially bodyguard!Simon? Cmon the tension is DELICIOUS

If I may submit a request/put an idea in your head: if Simon thinks rockstar!reader is hot in leather pants, imagine Simon being around her in a bikini!!! Maybe they’re on vacation somewhere, idk. But I could only imagine his lack of self control LMAO

thank you sm :') i appreciate the kind words AND especially appreciate this request because i'm: feral for it (also pls send more for this au! or any other au you'd like to see)

SUNSCREEN AND STOLEN GLANCES

𝜗𝜚 the one where you're a rockstar and you go on vacation with bodyguard!ghost

𝜗𝜚 pairing: bodyguard!Simon "Ghost" Riley x rockstar!fem!reader (link to all works in this au) 𝜗𝜚 cw: basically Ghost putting sunscreen on you and losing his mind a little (minors—DNI just in case)

You finally had some downtime in your busy schedule. From concerts to interviews to red carpet appearances, you felt like you were being pulled in every single direction imaginable. That was why as soon as you found out you'd have an entire week off, you jumped at it.

"C'mon, hurry up. I wanna go check out the pool, Ghost." You huffed out a whine as you stood in the middle of the beach house you had rented for the week, arms crossed over your chest.

Ghost shot a glare in your direction as he set your suitcases and bag down on the tiled floor next to his one singular duffle bag. "Jesus, dove. Give me five fuckin' seconds to put the bags down, yeah? What, y'need me to hold your hand out there? Go check it out yourself."

You rolled your eyes at Ghost's words as you padded towards the sliding glass doors and expansive windows of the living room, pulling the door open and feeling the midday heat outside hitting your skin.

The patio and pool area outside was all white marble, a glass fence separating the patio from the pool desk. It was luxurious, sure, but most of all, it was private—covered in thick trees and bushes to shield from any prying eyes. No fans, no paparazzi, just you and Ghost.

You didn't bother waiting for Ghost as you stepped out onto the patio, feeling the breeze sweeping across your skin and the sun beating down on you. Your fingers made quick work to unbutton your jean shorts.

"Dove, which room did you say was—" Ghost stepped out onto the patio, eyes growing a bit wide as he watched you stripping off the clothes you'd worn for the plane. His gaze immediately focused on the black bikini you had on underneath, the way it hugged the curves of your body and left very little up to his imagination. He cleared his throat as he turned his head away to stare at the pool in front of him.

A soft giggle rolled off your tongue as you noticed the sudden shift in Ghost's demeanor, your lips stretching into a teasing smile. "What's wrong, Ghost? Cat got your tongue or something?"

Ghost let out a scoffed breath, arms crossing over his chest once more and making the muscles of his biceps strain against his black t-shirt. His eyes remained off into the distance, jaw tense under the balaclava still stretched over his face. "You're insufferable. Y'gonna be like this all week?"

"Like what—wearing a bikini? Duh." You brushed past Ghost to head down the wooden stairs towards the pool desk, body stretching out across a lounge chair with a soft sigh. You knew Ghost was still fighting to look anywhere but your body glistening in the sun. "Grab the sunscreen for me? I think I left it in my pink suitcase."

You heard Ghost grumble something under his breath before disappearing for a few moments, only returning once he had the tube of sunscreen in his hand. He held it out to you, keeping his eyes locked on your face. If he looked anywhere else, he knew he would explode. "Here. Now tell me which room's mine before I take the bigger one anyway."

"Wait—can you get my back for me?" You pouted softly as you turned over onto your stomach, cheek laying on your bent forearms and squishing your face a bit. "I don't wanna burn, Ghost."

A muscle in Ghost's jaw twitched at your words, his eyes narrowing slightly as he pulled the sunscreen back into his grip. "For fuck's sake, dove...can't do one bloody thing for yourself, can you?" But he complied, pulling the leather gloves off of his thick fingers and letting them fall to the pool deck below.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you listened to Ghost squeezing the suncream out of the tube, lathering it between his palms before gently brushing his sunscreen-covered hands along your back. A soft sigh fell from your lips.

The gentle touch was a stark contrast to his calloused hands—the same hands you knew had killed many men back in his military days. Those same hands were now caressing your skin like you were made of porcelain, as if one sudden rough touch and you'd splinter into millions of little pieces. The thoughts alone made your head spin.

You didn't need to see Ghost to know that he was this close to snapping. You could feel it in the way he massaged the sunscreen into your skin, blunt nails scraping and the pads of his fingers pushing deeper against the flesh of your spine. "Don't forget the shoulders." You giggled softly as you let your body relax, focusing your attention on how good his hands felt against you.

"Don't fuckin' push it, dove." Ghost snarled softly as he moved up to your shoulders, making sure they were covered in the soft sheen of sunscreen before taking a step back. He tossed the tube of suncream onto your lounge chair and picked up his discarded gloves. "Do the rest yourself. You're not completely helpless."

You peeked your eyes open and let out a playful whine. You could see the tension in his body, the way his black slacks were a bit tighter in the front. "C'mon—you don't wanna get the back of my thighs?"

Ghost let out a shuddering breath as he turned away from you, marching up the wooden stairs with a stern shake of his head. If he put his hands on you again, he knew he'd lose any shred of control and professionalism he had left. "Get 'em yourself. M'not touching you again."

do not copy, plagiarize, steal, borrow, or repost any of my work without my expressed permission

#iNs requests ⭒#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod mwii #call of duty #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley oneshot #simon riley x you #bodyguard!ghost ✰#simon ghost riley headcanon #iNs Simon “Ghost” Riley 💀

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w0rmm1lk · 1 year ago

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Could you do a m!reader x denki where denki finds out he's bi? I loved your headcanons and I thought about it, like, I imagine him being VERY confused and not knowing how to deal, especially with flirting, I believe he would search the internet for "how to flirt with boys" because he doesn't have any idea 🥺

digging through requests to get stuff that I need done lmao

but YESSS I LOVE BI DENKI

characters r: denki kaminari

reader: male

summary: denki realises not sometimes men are also hot

warnings: swearing as always, denki being denki, he short circuits like 3 times

other: 1A reader, reader sexuality not mentioned

-when he first saw you, his first thought was “wow this is a weird feeling. I just wanna be his friend :D”

-this mf somehow befriended your ass within the first 10 minutes of school.

-honestly he knew he saw you as attractive and thought that it was in the same way he knew todoroki was considered attractive.

-he was wrong 👁️👁️

-like very wrong

-he didn’t even consider being into men until like 5 months into the friendship

-was hanging out with Mina and Sero, talking about some random attractive guy he saw.

-wasn’t until Sero said something that just caused a thought.

-“are you sure you aren’t into guys? I mean you talk about guys you find attractive like all the time.”

-he short circuited on the spot.

-actually thought about it that night.

-wasn’t really upset about it he was just more like “oh.”

-probably got like no sleep that night due to being up thinking about it.

-when he saw you the next morning he then had a realization

-he didn’t just think you were attractive

-he was attracted to you.

-realised why you being attractive was so different than todoroki being attractive

-litterally everyone caught on immediately.

-aka Mina realised and told everyone (besides you.)

-moment classes were over he booked it to the dorms and locked himself inside his room to start researching “how to flirt with men”

-he didn’t find shit

-went to his friends for suggestions

-all he got was;

-“cmon! Be a man and ask him straight up!”

-“why the fuck are you asking me?”

-“I can set you guys up!”

-in the end he followed kirishima’s advice.

-after like a week of mental preparation he ended up just asking you if you wanted to study together instead of asking you to go out with him.

-I mean close enough?

-at least you get to spend time alone?

-you both ended up studying in his room,

-and by studying I mean him holding onto his pencil aggressively as he hopes you don’t notice him staring.

-“can I like- be honest with you for a second?”

-immediately regrets bringing up conversation but no going back now?

-“hm? Oh yeah sure. Go ahead.”

-now that he had your full attention, he felt more nervous than ever.

-“I honestly think I’m into guys—“

-he didn’t think, he knew. Guess the words came out wrong.

-“oh cool.”

-“wait wha—“

-“same.”

-“wait really-?”

-for once he’s the one getting shocked

-that was a terrible pun I’m so sorry-

-“so what made you realise?”

-and that’s where he felt like he was actually having a panic attack.

-because like- it would be so weird for him to just say “oh yeah you made me realise I’m bisexual.”

-but if he lies then he kinda just misses all chances with you

-and if he does lie— tf does he say???

-he thought not even a few seconds passed but in reality he had just been blankly staring at you with a panicked expression for the past 30 seconds

-“denki? You good man?”

-“I’m fINe!”

-his voice cracked and he replied so fast it didn’t even feel like you finished your sentence.

-“you know you don’t have to answer the question if you don’t have an answer right?”

-“I— well I have an answer I just—“

-he was visibly sweating at this point

-he was panicking so much, if you looked closely you could see small sparks in his hair.

-it was a miracle he hadn’t short circuited yet

-“if you don’t want to say it it’s fine.”

-“I—! I wanna say it!”

-“then go ahead.”

-“….”

-more silence

-you could feel how nervous he was just by being near him

-“you.”

-he spoke so quietly, you thought you misheard him.

-“what was that?”

-“it—…. it was you.”

-“….wait what”

-“cmon! Don’t make me repeat it!”

-my man’s was blushing so much at this point

-“wait does this mean you—“

-“yeah…”

-you could see his blush grow deeper with every second.

-“I totally get if this whole thing is weird- or if you don’t see me in that way”

-“denki.”

-“huh?”

-“I love you too.”

-he finally short circuited at those words.

I’m not good at writing confessions

#denki x reader #denki kaminari #denki x male reader #kaminari x reader #kaminari x male reader #x male reader #mha x male reader #x reader #mha x reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #denki kaminari x reader

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ms-wm1 · 4 months ago

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THE AMYCULE: prologue

I’ve been so into the Amycule recently, half because I think it’s really cute, and also half because I find the premise of Amy pulling all these bad bitches by being a sweetie pie to be incredible. Please enjoy this slop I’ve worked on over the last three nights, only after at least 9:00 pm.

Shadow

The clock strikes half-past nine. The moon is high in the sky, night had fallen over the city hours ago. The bright lights emanate from skyscrapers, illuminating the darkness. Gray clouds sag overhead, droplets of rain fall over the metropolis. The tallest of towers nearly reach said clouds, and shine like stars in an otherwise dark abyss. In the tallest tower, on the top floor, there is an apartment. A penthouse suite. It’s a luxurious space, full of the comfiest and most lavish amenities money can buy in this city. It’d cost a fortune to live there. But, for the greatest gem thief in the world, it barely put a dent in her finances.

The room was quiet, with the exception of the juicy drama being spouted from the large flatscreen television and the pattering of rain against the windows. In the master bedroom, sprawled out linen draped mattress, cloaked in her scarlet silk bathrobe, Rouge the Bat, the world’s most notorious thief of priceless gems and precious stones, was relaxing, watching cheesy romance dramas and eating Rocky Road ice cream. A perfect night.

“Oh Ronaldo, you deserve so much better than him…”

Before she could dap the tears from her eyes that she got from the emotional rollercoaster “My Lover is a Hot Evil Demon Spirt from Another World?!?”, just took her on, a buzz rang throughout the house. Someone was buzzing her apartment. Who could be out bothering her at a time like this? Well, quite honestly, it could be any number of people. It was either one of Sonic’s little friends, or the police had finally caught up to her, and as troublesome the blue hedgehog could be, she’d rather deal with any of them. She begrudgingly got up out of bed and walked to the buzzer.

R: “Who is this?”, she asked over the intercom, trying not to show how bothered she was.

?: “It’s me, let me in.”

She immediately perked up once she heard the voice. It was him. The Ultimate Life-Form. She felt her wit return, and she unlocked the building door.

Minutes passed, before the sound of the elevator arriving rings, and the sliding doors open. Dripping from head to toe, the rain water sliding down his quills, Shadow the Hedgehog enters the suite, naturally caring a brooding aura that surrounded his entire being. Before he could even take a second step-

R: “Ah ah ah~…”

Rouge pipped up from the kitchen island, still wearing her beautiful robe.

She tosses the soggy hedgehog a towel.

“Dry off first. No offense, but I like keeping my home clean~.”

Shadow grumbled to himself as he patted the cloth on his body and dried his shoes on the “Welcome” mat Rouge left specifically for him and Omega. Once he deemed himself dry enough, he threw the towel over his shoulder and joined Rouge at the table. As he sat on the opposite side of the island to her, she would glare at him with a knowing grin, waiting for him to say something. Shadow seemed more interested in staring at the quartz countertop, it was a lost cause, but it was worth it.

R: “Soooo… how was the date~?”

S: “…”

Shadow grunted to himself. This meant one of three things:

Either the date went terribly wrong, the date went fine, or the date went better than he could’ve imagined.

R: “Shadow, you and I both know I’m not as fluent in grumbling as you~…”

She looked at the grim hedgehog with slight smirk. Shadow scrunched his face, before speaking.

S: “It-… it went fine…”

So it was the third one. If it went badly or was plain mediocre, Shadow wouldn’t had been afraid to be so blunt about his feelings.

R: “Just fine? Cmon Shadow, you can’t give me just that, I need to know everything!”

Shadow grumbled to himself again, a small patch of red forming on his cheeks, before looking to Rouge.

S: “What is there to say? We had an enjoyable afternoon.”

R: “Don’t be like that Shadow. Cmon, I just got to know…”

Rouge looked at Shadow with big sad eyes, before shadow finally relented to make Rouge stop with the faces.

S: “What do you want to know…?”

Rouge wondered where to start.

R: “Hmm… well, how was Amy? Where did you go? What happened? Was Surge or Blaze or Metal there? Maybe all of them? How are they? Did you give them those flowers we got? How was-?”

Rouge would ask a few more questions before stopping when Shadow cuts her off. She couldn’t help but notice how his cheeks were just the slightest bit burgundy. He was so adorable!

S: “Rouge!”

R: “Hehe, sorry…”

Shadow crossed his arms around his chest and turned away from his avian friend, looking down at the floor.

S: “… Amy seems to be well. She’s been occupying herself with her new relationship and it seems to be going alright…. We had dinner at her house, she made spaghetti, and Strawberry shortcake for dessert. It was… good, but she definitely could’ve spent a bit more time on the noodles… they were a bit burnt… but fine nonetheless…”

Rouge listened carefully, looking at her ally with a tired grin.

S: “Surge and Metal were there… Blaze apparently had business to attend to in her own dimension. They looked well… Surge seemed to be adapting to all this just fine-, I don’t think I’ve seen her so happy. I honestly didn’t believe she would survive domestic life. Metal seemed to be fine too. Well, I think at least. They certainly looked happy.”

R: “That’s good for them! I’m not sure how I felt when Amy announced they were all a thing, but I’m happy it’s working out okay for all of them!”

Shadow glared at the table again. He seemed a tad anxious about something.

R: “… so… how do you feel about it? Are you gonna join Amy’s harem~?”

S: “It’s not a “harem”, I believe the correct term is, “polyamorous relationship”. There’s a difference Rouge”

R: “Aha, I know the difference Shadow…”

Rouge looked at Shadow, waiting for his response.

S: “… I don’t know… don’t get me wrong, Amy is wonderful, so is Surge, and Blaze, and Metal-, surprisingly… but… I’m not sure how I feel about-… all this…”

R: “Hm… why do you feel that way?”

S: “I don’t know… I-… a part of me wants to… but-…”

Rouge could see Shadow has been struggling with this, she knows how he is when it comes to emotional intimacy, especially the level of openness required for a relationship.

S: “… I need more time to think.”

R: “Of course. This is a just starting out, take all the time you need, Shadow…”

They would sit in silence for a minute or so, embracing the quiet. Rouge could see Shadow was truly thinking hard about this.

R: “Whatever it is you choose, I’ll always be here…”

Shadow don’t answer, not even a grumble. He got up and began walking to his room.

R: “Bedtime already?”

Shadow grunted quietly.

R: “Goodnight Shadow…”

S: “… goodnight.”

Shadow disappeared into his bedroom, and silence fell over the living space once more.

#shadamy #the amycule #sonic the hedgehog

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