#just cleaned it up some but i'm happier with it ^^

[cheeseceli]

Husband Seungmin

Pairing: Kim Seungmin × gn!reader

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Request: i just saw your husband skz series and im obsessed!! can you please do a seungmin version ?

Warnings: mentions ok kids, he's an idol, mentions of food, non sexual nudity,

A/n: I wanted to use those dividers for soo long | daily click

Chan ver. | Minho ver. | Felix ver. | Seungmin ver.

Boyfriend!Seungmin who was acting weirdly lately. Too lost in his own thoughts, a bit distant, a bit hesitant

Boyfriend!Seungmin who would think about marrying you the moment he woke up every single day but was too scared of proposing, afraid you would say no

Boyfriend!Seungmin who tries to forget this idea and fails miserably

Boyfriend!Seungmin who slips up one night accidentally and ends up proposing in the most spontaneous, genuine way ever

Fiancé!Seungmin who is still processing he gets an opportunity to live eternity with you. He couldn't be happier

Groom!Seungmin who loses all his shame and gets very lovey dovey with you the entire wedding.

Husband!Seungmin who pulls up a Chen. People were complaining about dating rumours? He confirmed the relationship. People complained about that? He announces he's getting married. If people complain about that as well, he'll show up with a kid.

Husband!Seungmin who writes you a love letter every anniversary. He says it's part of his wedding vows he couldn't say back at the day. He also says he wants to promise you the world every year, and he will give his all to accomplish his vows every time too

Husband!Seungmin who loves to serenade to you

Husband!Seungmin who uses you as an excuse to not go somewhere. "Sorry, my partner said no" except you have no idea what he's talking about actually. Does spend the entire day with you tho, so you wonder how much of it was an excuse and how much he actually wanted to be with you

Husband!Seungmin who is a flirt when he wakes up and is still processing the fact he exists. Will deny it tho

Husband!Seungmin who made you forget you ever had pajamas of your own, considering you only wear his clothes to sleep ever since you got together

Husband!Seungmin who starts arguments as a joke in the middle of dinner. It's nearly 11pm, the food is gone already but you both are still sat at the table, discussing whether or not astronauts went to the moon (he's just disagreeing with you all the time with a smile on his face)

Husband!Seungmin who LOVES domesticity. Grocery shopping, cleaning the house, folding laundry, showering together, sleeping all day on a Sunday... You name it

Husband!Seungmin who low-key hates tours now. He loves to perform and to hang out with the boys, but being away from you now hurts way more than it did before you both got married

Husband!Seungmin who just sends you a "be ready in ten" message out of the blue, on his way to take you to a date for no reason at all

Husband!Seungmin who has hundreds of candid pictures of you, most of which you never saw, all of which he thinks you're the prettiest human to live on earth

Husband!Seungmin who loves to gossip with you. You're always the first one to know everything

Husband!Seungmin who is your life support. Nothing is certain in this life, except the fact he will be there for you whenever you need him to be

Husband!Seungmin who has a bucket list of things he needs to do with you through the years

Husband!Seungmin who still has some difficulties regarding opening up and just being vulnerable. He is trying his best though, because of you

Seungmin who feels like he is living on an eternal party with his best friend. Life can't possibly get better than that

Masterlist | you'll probably like: how they propose to you

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji @jinnie-ret @sheraayasherrecs @rockstarkkami @urlocalmultigroupfan @aeinzzzketchup @queenofdumbfuckery @sarita-sunday @lezleeferguson-120

Dividers by @sweetmelodygraphics | images 1, 2 and 3

[goonbarisi]

worship

summary: rafael is too handsome for you to handle but there's one part of him you can't resist.

warnings: smut, blowjobs, thigh riding, daddy kink, fem!reader, unspecific age gap, belly kink if that's a thing ? yeah, no beta we also die like mike dodds here, he calls you good girl btw, also crazy amount of petnames i won't apologize for that either

n/a: this is so self-indulgent but i refuse to apologize for it. it's the first time i write an x reader fic and use this pov so please bear with me. i'm learning!!

word count: 2.9k

dt: for none other than @rr-after-dark because i can and this was written with them in mind and all my fellow pervs for encouraging me @ccarisi @ae-darkside @pupcarisi ily my beautiful people mwah

You know how unpredictable and messy Rafael’s days can get in a matter of hours, even if they seemed calm at first. He runs from his office to the precinct to the courthouse and back to his office, where he gets through mountains of paperwork and research and motions. 

Sometimes he barely has time for breakfast or even lunch but it's always been your goal to make sure he's properly taken care of. He gives so much of himself so he deserves someone doting and adoring him for all the hard work he does.

Nothing makes you happier than seeing him eat the food you made him, the expressions of delight and content hums he lets out when something is just right. The perfect amount of seasoning. The right ingredients. All tailor-made for him.

If you don’t have time to bring something to his office, you make sure he has something nourishing and comforting to come home to. Sometimes he mentions a meal and of course you have to make it, eager to be on the receiving end of those warm smiles he gives when you’ve done a good job. While it seems sweet and thoughtful — just you taking care of your boyfriend the way he deserves— there’s another desire raging underneath. 

It becomes increasingly obvious after you’re both done eating, laying on the couch while whatever is playing on TV becomes mindless background noise. You can feel the outline of his full belly and you can’t help but reach out and touch. Just to help him release some of the pressure, that’s all. The content hums he gives go straight to your lower half and you’re happy to keep rubbing and even shyly kissing it over the fabric. 

Rafael doesn’t say anything; he sits back and enjoys the attention you give him, letting you focus with no judgement. If he's honest, seeing how hot and bothered you get from something he’d felt insecure at some point makes him feel loved and adored. And unsurprisingly, a high wave of control rolls through him, knowing you’re obsessed with all of him and are willing to do anything to keep him satisfied. 

Eventually, you have no choice but to be honest. You tell him how much you like him and instead of the unpleasant reaction you expected, Rafael encourages you. You can kiss his belly, feed him and feel him up afterwards with no shame. Rafael indulges you and it works for both.

He asks for old family dishes, and you find every ingredient needed to make it. He rewards you by letting you feel his stomach, knead it like a cat if that’s what you want. Letting you ride his thigh and get off to the sound of his voice whispering how good you are, how nice and slick your hole gets without even putting his dick inside of you. 

He asks for Cuban sandwiches for lunch, and you bring them to the office. He rewards you by letting you suck him off under the desk, drinking every last bit of cum while holding onto his thighs and rubbing off on his foot. He makes you kneel and clean it with your tongue, leaving it wet and shiny before you head out.

He asks for pork belly and beans, and you make sure it’s the most tender and flavourful thing he’s eating that day. He rewards you by pressing you onto the mattress, fucking you hard and deep and wild. Skin slapping on skin sounds fill the room, with you pressed under his body, feeling every inch of his big cock stretching you open for him.

Sometimes Rafael wears tight shirts just to see you gulp and marvel at the beautiful blush that spreads down your neck when you notice the strain around the middle area. How nice his ass fits in his dress pants, the way the buttons are struggling for dear life. It feels ridiculous to be that attracted to him, to his round belly, to the happy trail that leads downwards, but you can’t help it. The view alone has you leaking, overheating and unable to think about anything else until Rafael allows you to drop to your knees and worship him. 

Today has been one of those days. Every little thing Rafael does makes you crazy. He’s working on a squeaking cabinet and other minor repairs around the apartment in nothing more than a white tank top and shorts. He’s sweaty, fabric clinging to his chest, his strong arms are exposed and those shorts his ass so well you can’t help but unabashedly admire the sight from your place on the couch. You try to keep the thoughts from spiraling but the damp spot in your underwear says otherwise. 

Rafael knows you’re watching, of course he does. He makes a point of reaching up and exposing a little of his navel, enough to make you squirm and close your legs tighter. There’s no need to put on an elaborate show to get you all desperate and horny for him, it’s too easy. He gets to play with it, he gets to make you needy and tease you about it later.

You have to step out and go to the bedroom, giving yourself a few minutes to breathe before getting started on dinner. Being in there and doing nothing about it is torture. You want to suck him off, maybe ride his cock until your legs shake uncontrollably. You’d even take humping his thigh or even his belly for a chance to cum today. 

That’s how bad it is. 

There’s some rustling outside, probably Rafael putting his tools away. Good. You’re not sure how much longer you’d be able to resist watching him hold a stupid hammer. What did he even need a hammer for? Too many tools for a simple cabinet. Like, you didn’t even know he could do it himself until today. You’ve always assumed if something needed fixing, he’d hire someone to do it. A part of you wonders if it was done on purpose just to get you going in the middle of a hot summer day.

Anyway, you’re about to step outside, faking composure — enough of it to cook something simple — when you open the door and he’s standing right there in all his glory, blocking your way out. He looks even better up close, not surprising.

“Are you okay, cariño?” He asks, sounding way too sweet for someone sporting a teasing grin. “You’re not getting sick, are you?” 

“No, no, I’m fine. It’s just the heat.” You respond, trying to walk past him but he doesn't let you find a space to slip to the kitchen. “Rafi, come on, I have to get dinner started.”

“I know.” He says, but the look in his eyes is completely different. It’s hunger for you pooling in those striking greens. “Can you wait a little?” 

“But you’re-”

“I’m good, baby, I can wait,” Rafael’s hands fall on your waist, pushing you back inside the bedroom and shutting the door close with his foot in one swift movement. “I’m sure you’re not really thinking about dinner now, are you? Something else has you all bothered.” 

You gulp, trying not to look down at his chest and the salt and pepper hair peeking out of it. You fail. You have to look. It’s too good to pass up. Resisting has never been your strong suit, least of all when he looks so manly. God. 

You admit, “I wasn’t.”

“What were you thinking about, then?” 

Silence. Your brain won’t cooperate with your mouth and Rafael is staring at you expectantly. Waiting for you to come clean. He likes to play that game sometimes; refusing to give you what you want until you can admit it to him outloud, no matter how much your cheeks burn and you stammer trying to get the words out. 

“Please, can you just- you know what I was thinking about, Rafi. You were doing it on purpose.”

“Was I?” Rafael teases, putting on fake surprise on his face and tone. “What was it?” Again, you go silent, unable to put it into coherent words. “Can’t admit watching daddy be all busy makes you all needy?” 

You bite your lip, hard enough to make it hurt, and nod. How can you possibly deny it? He knows you too well. He knows every little thing that makes you moan, laugh, cry and beg. Fuck, sometimes its so bad your brain fails to work properly.

“Aw, that’s okay, baby. I know what you need. You just have to ask. Can you do that for me?”

You breathe out a sigh of relief, grateful he’s taking a little mercy, his teasing can be a lot worse, a lot meaner even. “Please, I need you, Rafi. Need your cock, or your hands or-” 

Fuck it. Holding onto his shoulders, you lean forward to kiss him, hoping that’s enough of a follow up to the rest of your sentence. Rafael kisses you back, ravenous from the get go, not even allowing you a moment to guide before he’s taking complete control. 

His fingers tighten around your waist, turning both of you around so he can sit on the bed and bring you down on his lap. Your favorite place, right after being on your knees in front of him. Rafael's hands sneak under your shirt, large palm exploring your warm skin and going upwards until he can start teasing your nipples with his fingers, pinching and rolling between the pads of his fingers, making you whine from the delicious overlap of pain and pleasure.

You settle over one of his thighs, hips rolling involuntarily to seek the right spot that makes you go weak. When you find it, a high-pitched moan slips out of your lips, head falling on Rafael’s shoulder to hide the pathetic expression on your face.

“That’s it, there you go, baby. Nice and slow.” Rafael praises, but he pulls back and adds, “Don’t hide from me. Let me see you get off on my thigh, let me see how much you love it.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You lean back, trusting Rafael will hold you if needed, hips grinding over and over, pressing on your clit and getting wetter than before. His words are addicting and that sweet tone makes you do whatever he wants. Anytime. Anywhere. 

As you keep moving, Rafael focuses solely on you. He ignores his throbbing cock in favor of your pleasure, loving the needy look in your eyes as you search the high he’s only one equipped to provide. He’s the only one that makes you feel truly satisfied. Your pace turns frantic, struggling to keep up, undecided, fast or slow or - 

The struggle must show on your face because Rafael says, “Need my help, cariño?” 

“Please, daddy.” You whine, placing one hand over his, linking your fingers together. He helps you keep going, driving your hips the way he wants it, loving the mess you’ve made on his leg and he can’t wait for how worse it’ll be when you cum. “Please help me.” 

Rafael nods. He’ll always help you. He will do whatever you need. His grip is strong to make sure you don’t lose balance, and his free hand keeps playing with your nipples, rougher, the way he knows makes you devolve into a puddle of nothingness and at his mercy. 

It won't take long for you to cum.

He knows it by the way your muscles tremble, shaky breaths coming out and sweat pooling at your collarbone. He loves it; the few seconds where you both know you're done for, where your orgasm is incoming and earth-shattering. 

“Go ahead, baby, cum for me.” Rafael says, voice heavy with sweet-like dominance.

It’s a command you follow without question. Within seconds, there's nothing but his voice whispering good job and beautiful and love it when you cum for me. Praises dripping from his lips and straight to your core as you let go, unable to hold yourself up as the aftershocks wreck through you.

Rafael smiles when you finally look back at him with that lazy smile he knows means you’ve got nothing on in your head except him. It makes his chest swell with pride and affection, knowing once again he’s the one that put it there one way or another. 

“Thank you, Rafi.” You murmur, leaning forward to kiss him. This time sweet and deep, taking your time to really savor each other and melt into his embrace, enough to calm your erratic breathing.

“You’re welcome, love.” He replies, then he looks down at the shiny mess on his thigh and you notice his hard shaft twitches under his shorts. It would be a shame to leave it like that, wouldn’t it? And he always tastes so good, you already know how to fit it all in your mouth. “Wanna help daddy, sweetheart?” He offers, knowing what you need. You nod eagerly and he adds, “Clean the mess you made first, then you can have my cock.”

Your eyes light up right away. A moment later, you're kneeling between his legs, hands lowering his zip and pulling his cock out in a frenzy. It's so thick it took you a while to learn how to take it all, but now, it's easy to wrap your lips around it and hold your breath for as long as Rafael wants. But before that, you make sure to clean his thigh, you lick your juices off him mixed with the salty taste of a hard day at work and the taste makes your head spin.

Finally, you reach his cock and use your tongue to lap at the tip, savoring the beads of precum there. Wet heat engulfs him and Rafael’s hand settles in your hair, gripping tightly but still letting you set the pace. Slowly, you swallow more of his length, inch by inch and Rafael watches your lips stretching around it. 

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart. A little more, you can take it all, I know you can.” Rafael encourages you just before you reach all the way down, then his hand forces you to stay there. “Good girl, stay.”

There’s a small bout of panic quickly goes away when Rafael keeps talking you through it. You just have to breathe. The sting of your tears and the lack of air mean nothing if he’s feeling good. You look up and see pleasure written all over him, that’s enough to make you moan and push yourself to hold on a little longer. When he lets go, you gag and cough a little, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to the tip of his cock, now glistening and covered in spit.

“Good job, baby,” He praises, leaning down so he can grip your chin and kiss you, his tongue tasting every inch of your mouth until you're dizzy and hazy with desire to keep being good for him. ��Keep going, sweetheart.”

You nod and get back to work, sucking and bobbing your head as if your life depends on it. One hand settles on Rafael’s leg and the other trails up, under the tank top to explore his belly, to feel the muscle and softness, everything that makes Rafael irresistible for you. Another moan, louder and needier, sends vibrations up through Rafael’s spine and his hips snap upwards, gagging you with no warning. Even if it's a surprise, you handle it with ease, burying yourself to the hilt. 

Rafael smirks, proud to see how much you’ve learned. He starts fucking your mouth as you hold onto him, taking and taking until you can’t help the tears rolling down your cheeks mixing with the spit from how messy it is. It’s perfect in every way and your brain empties itself as time goes by.

Rafael’s deep groans fill the room as you play and fondle with his balls, giving them the attention they deserve too between your tongue and your hands. You can feel his stomach tightening and your efforts double, not caring how desperate you look for his load. There’s nothing else you need except to swallow everything he has to give you.

His thighs quiver and he buries his cock all the way down your throat, letting out a litany of curses the moment he can’t hold it anymore. Warm spurts of cum fill your mouth and you do your best to swallow all of it, savoring the salty and unique aftertaste that makes it Rafael's, the one you're practically addicted to by now.

You milk every drop until Rafael pulls you off with an oversensitive groan, clashing your mouths together so he can taste himself on your tongue and coax one last whimper out of you. Rafael pulls you up until you’re back on his lap, basking in the afterglow of it all, gazing dreamily at him when he breaks away like you can’t believe you get to do that for him. Only him.

“Good girl, you did so well for me.” He says and you beam with pride. Then, he caresses your cheek tenderly and asks, “Feeling better?” 

With a lazy smile you reply, “Much better.” 

Rafael’s smile matches yours, content to have you in his arms, willing to stay there for as long as you need. “I love you, sweetheart.”

Warmth spreads around your chest, glad to know you've made him happy one more time. “Thank you, daddy. I love you too.”

[lilieilish]

{☆} ─ i didn't change my number. . .billie eilish

sypnosis: you meet up with the mystery person who texted you and realized it's your old friend billie.

warnings: argument (with billie), crying, mentions of suicide attempts, mentions of terrible parents, billie being mean (kinda), some fluff at the end (idk if the end qualifies as fluff but here ya go ig 😭🫰)

HAPPIER THAN EVER - WRITING MARATHON

ever since that text, you've been thinking about who that person was. a coworker? a scammer? a crazed fan? it could be anyone, honestly. you just didn't know who. you clutched the phone in your hand, overthinking if you should answer this person or not. you thought about all the possibilities that could occur if you did answer this mystery person. they could be a scammer, a crazy fan who could come into your house and kidnap you in the middle of the night, that coworker you hate who got your number from someone at your job, the possibilities were endless! you finally decided to swallow your pride and text them back with, "hello? who is this? how did you get my number?"

they texted back almost instantly. hm, must've been waiting for your text. "my name is billie, i'm cleaning out my old contacts, i never texted you until now. and who are you?"

you almost dropped the phone in shock when you read the name. billie. no...it can't be. you read it over and over again to check that your eyes weren't deceiving you. they weren't. the name stuck with you for a few seconds before you came back to reality and texted her back with shaky hands, "i'm y/n."

the little texting bubble popped up and she said, "y/n? i don't think i know you, are we old friends or something?"

you sighed and ran a hand through your hair, your lips quivering. you knew you couldn't drop a bombshell on her like that, but you had to tell her the truth. "yes, we're old friends. but we drifted apart after you slowly became more and more famous."

a few seconds went by before she texted back, "wait, y/n?! it's you?!"

you chuckled a bit through your tears, "yeah, it's me. wow, i can't believe how long it's been. how you've been?"

she replies back with, "i've been doing good i released my newest album happier than ever. its a hit, everyones listening to it!"

you smiled with joy once you saw her excited tone in the text, that's how she always texted when she got excited about something. the way her eyes lit up when she got excited, it was one of the main things you liked about her. no, loved. you still had a major crush on her and wanted her really bad, you just didn't know how to tell her. you decided to meet her and catch up with her.

"hey, i have an idea. wanna meet up and walk our dogs like old times?" you texted her after a few minutes of being in your thoughts.

she texted back after a few seconds, "sure! i'm doing nothing besides watching the office and devouring takis."

you laughed lightheartedly before replying, "ok! i'll text you my address. cya!"

after a few seconds she replies, "cya y/n!"

you turn off your phone and get ready to see her. you wear some jeans and an off shoulder top with sneakers and put on a bandana you had lying around and you walk out with your hand wrapped around your dogs leash, nervous but excited to see your old friend. after an hour, she walks up and once your eyes see her, you feel a tinge of blush take over your face. she changed, truly. her hair was blonde, she had those ocean blue eyes that you've grown to adore, she had also changed her style a bit. it reminded you of the downtown or the casual style. you loved it, it made you happy to see her getting comfortable in her own style. you suddenly snapped out of your thoughts when your dog nuzzled her nose against your leg, indicating that she was impatient and wanted to get going. "shh, shh, dior. we'll get going, be patient." you cooed, and she calmed down a little. billie crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow saying, "dior? isn't that a fashion brand? well...i can't complain cuz i named my dog shark."

now you got confused and raised an eyebrow in a slightly judgy tone, "shark? what about when you scream that out and people get scared thinking there's an actual shark? and what happened to pepper?" you said. she suddenly tensed up, clearly uncomfortable with the subject and said, scratching her head, "pepper died...and i got this little goofball in april so..he's been with me for a while."

"i'm sorry for your loss, billie. pep was a great dog," you said while resting a hand on her shoulder. you sometimes called pepper "pep" because you thought it sounded cool. normally, you sometimes did it to piss billie off. "yeah...she was. i miss her sometimes," she said in a slightly sad tone. dior was whimpering now, clearly wanting to go. "fine, fine. we'll get going.."

you guys walked for a pretty long time in awkward silence as your dogs did the ocassional barking and growling at other dogs. billie asked after a few minutes in silence, "so, how has it been?"

that was it. the grueling question you didn't want to answer, like, at all. you didn't want to tell her about your abusive relationship, your failing mental health AND relationship with your parents, and the fact that you had thoughts of ending it all. it was torturous and a never-ending cycle of hurt, pain, and guilt. but, you had to tell her the truth, even if it meant hurting the one person you loved.

"my life has been shitty, my boyfriend is shitty, and my parents are shitty. so, to sum it up, pretty horrible," you half-jokingly said. she stopped right when you finished that sentence and stared at you with a stare that meant "what the fuck?" and "damn..." mixed into one.

"w-why didn't you tell me?" she asked, and you stared at her like she was the dumbest person ever. "one, we never talked before you randomly texted me. two, you probably had better things to do than listen to my sob story. and three, you never knew of my existence until now!" you yelled. your dogs were whimpering and they were pretty scared. "so, just because we used to be friends gives you the right to not tell me what was going on? i would've dropped everything to come comfort you in a heartbeat! you're acting like i wouldn't!"

"you just fucking found out about me last night billie. did you expect me to tell you my life story to you? i was just a random stranger until i revealed myself to you! i'm not just about to tell you my problems just because we just found out about each other again, that's stupid, fucked, and just all around weird!"

"you just fucking found out about me last night billie. did you expect me to tell you my life story to you? i was just a random stranger until i revealed myself to you! i'm not just about to tell you my problems just because we just found out about each other again, that's stupid, fucked, and just all around weird!" you yelled. she ran her hands through her hair and said in a sarcastic tone, "so, you just had the bright idea to bottle up your emotions and your trauma just because you didn't want to tell your old friend? that's a great idea, don't you think?"

you sighed and felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes before you wiped them away and said, "i know it's not right, but i just wanted to feel loved and appreciated by someone because my parents..never showed me the love i needed or wanted. the only time they ever showed me love is when they had to, but they never showed it behind closed doors. it hurt, like a lot. because your parents are supposed to love and care for you and treat you like a human being. they never did. my mom either went out to parties and slept with countless guys or was out doing every drug this land offers. my dad tried, but he was doing the bare minimum and only showed up for the Father-Daughter dances. i literally attempted suicide 4 times because of them, because i never felt loved. but when ashen came along, i thought i had hit the relationship and love jackpot, because i thought i would get the love i needed but never got. but he treats me like shit and only cares about himself. so, it's back to square one i guess."

"why didn't you tell me, y/n," she asked, clearly hurt. you sighed and said, "again, you just found out about me last night billie."

she backed down and said, "right. well, if anything happens, tell me. i'm not going anywhere, i swear."

"i believe you," you said. after the walk, you and billie said your goodbyes and you walked back to your apartment, exhausted and wanting to take a shower and get some rest. so, you did exactly that. a few weeks went by and you guys went back to texting almost every second like the good ol' days. you guys texted about almost everything. your jobs, your personal life, which outfit you should wear for the day, what movies you should watch, etc. she would sometimes come to hang out too and you guys mostly baked and hate-watched cringy chick flicks just because. she was slowly healing your inner child and she didn't even realize it. your only question was; would this thing last?

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈’𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 💌: sorry this fic took so damn long to put out, i had a bunch of ideas i wanted to put in here but i realized some of them were too cliché, too weird, or had holes in the context. but i finally got it out ! sooo...enjoy ! 🫶

[slashingdisneypasta]

Rufus 'RJ' Junior Firefly x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: You try in vein to persuade your boyfriend to stay in with you Halloween morning.

Warnings: 😏 Thirst? No actual smut though.

*@marinerainbow !! I had to write this in responce to your asks XDD Turns out I'm too tired tonight to come up with my own thoughts?? ☠ So I built on one of yours 😅 I hope you like it! ^^ Consider this a late Christmas present? XD 😅

When you wake up, drool under your face damp on the pillow from last night getting fucked into it til you were just braindead, eyes fluttering open to see an empty bed beside you, you immediately fly up into a sitting position. Through sleepy, blurry eyes, you peer around the room, and find Rufus at the end of the bed lacing up his boots. "Oh no no- " You start, mouth tasting like sleep and limbs beyond tired, but pushing yourself forward anyway; crawling over to him and resting your forehead against his bare back. "no, no- where are you going??" This early?? Why is he leaving you this earlyyyyy...

"Gotta tow the car." He just says, straightening up. Cracking your eyes open, your lashes brushing against his skin, you carefully trace a soft, nasty-looking scar cut into his back. When he doesn't move immediately to get up and just leave you, you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around his thick chest and nose over his shoulder blade until you find where you fit curled up against him; your nose settling now on his shoulder and your lips on his skin this time.

"... stay... I'll make it worth your while!~ "

... He doesn't say anything, to this. Thats okay, you know he knows your word is good. And your man isn't a huge talker, anyway.

Sighing, you turn your head and rest your cheek against his back, closing your eyes again. He's warrrm. You feel like falling right back to sleep.

...-but you cant!! You think, jolting yourself awake again. You know, as soon as you fall back to sleep, he's just going to leave and help his stupid siblings. And- why should they always get first dibs?? He's your boyfriend!

Like a cat, you crawl around him and settle yourself carefully in his lap; resting your tired arms over his broad shoulders and leaning your head back in order to see his eyes. His dark, calculated eyes you're obsessed with- you feel like he just knows everything about everyone. About everything. You wanna worship him.

And you have. And you will, again.

"Come on... what do I have to do to keep you here in bed with me today? Not all day, I know this is a Big Day for y'all, but just... a couple more hours. Just a sleep in." Incapable of helping yourself, you lean in and initiate a slow, dirty kiss; just the way he likes it. Just the way you like it, too. Heated and indecent. Amid the kiss, or mini make-out, Rufus manages to not pull you in closer. Not get hard. Not give in to your wiles. He kisses you back, and you know he likes it by the way he kisses you back just as heated and indecent, but you're not changing his mind. So when you pull back, you pout at him. "-Really??"

"Really." He grunts, then picks you up effortlessly and dumps you back on your shared bed; getting up and grabbing a random old shirt off the back of a chair.

"Oh- then- I'll come with you!" You finally give in, fumbling off the bed and looking around with still-blurry eyes, head heavy. And- oh, getting up was a mistake, your body doesn't like it at all. Brain is leaving you on your own and going back to sleep. "Gotta just- " Yawn. "Gotta- um- brush my shoes. Put on my teeth. Where's the, uh- the bathroom?"

Rufus looks at you levelly, his eyes dark and his expression unreadable- but stern. Strong. Intense. God, you love how he looks at you. "Get back in bed."

"No, I- hey!" Before you can even take a step towards where you think the bathroom must be, Rufus picks you right up off of the floor; throwing you over his broad shoulder and, with his big hand on your ass, takes you right back to bed. When you're dropped back onto the mattress, on your back, you immediately try to get up and go again- pushing yourself up onto your elbows, but Rufus is giving you a look that makes you stop dead in your tracks. Makes you breathless. "... okay fine I'll go back to bed, then."

"Good."

"... but you have to gimmie a kiss goodbye."

For a moment a flicker of a grin ghosts over his face at your antics, but it goes away as quickly as it appeared. You don't mind so much, though, you call it one for the win column; grinning back before he offers you his hand to help pull you up for that deep half-naked goodbye kiss.

[solaestial]

young adult chrissell AU concepts :>

and some related doodles

[angrythingstarlight]

Ok hear me out… Bee learning Bucky’s name and calling him Bucky instead of papa to sound like the grown ups. Bucky hates it. But luckily it doesn’t last long.

Bee tried it one day.

It starts with a little g'morning Bucky. Everyone thinks it's cute. Except Bucky. His eyes narrow as he stares down at her trying to process why his baby is calling him that. It only makes her giggle. Bee has never been afraid of him so his infamously lethal glares don't work on her.

In fact she gets more emboldened throughout the day.

You look so pwetty Bucky.

Bucky you wanna watch Moana with me?

You wants me and Mr. Tato to helps you with business Bucky?

Bucky me and Mr. Tato want dino nuggies for lunch. You wants some Bucky?

You gots three more seconds of work Bucky.

By the afternoon, Bucky is at his wit's end. He's her Papa damn it. This is worse than when you call him James. He blames Steve for this. Bucky can't prove that this was his doing but Bucky knows he's behind it.

Bucky decides the best way to handle this is to treat the situation like he does one of his negotiations. Take control and show how ruthless he can be if his terms aren't met.

Bucky leaves the contracts for the casino behind and strides into Bee's office across the hallway. Knocking on her open door, Bucky waits until she stops coloring and then he says her name.

Bee's face drops, disconcertion drawing her brows in. Bucky deliberately repeats her name asking if she's ready for lunch. Her head tilts back, her hand flying to the front of her teddy bear onesie. "Oh no, no Papa I not—no I Bumblebee."

A grin, relieved yet smug, spreads across his face. She doesn't realize that she reverted back to Papa but he does. That sounds better and it makes him happier than he'll ever admit. "Are you my sweet Bee?"

Bee nods emphatically. "Yes and I weady for dino nuggies."

She takes his hand and they start down the hallway. They're almost at the kitchen when Bee peers up at him. "Bucky can we has apple juice? My tummy needs it."

Bucky bites back a sigh. Normally he appreciates her stubborn nature but not today. Not with this. A beat passes as they cross the doorway and step into the sun-streaked kitchen.

Bucky stoops down and as he picks her up, he says, "of course you can." He casually tacks on her name, ignoring her offended gasp.

Lunch continues like this. Her calling him Bucky, him tossing her full name back at her. By the time her small, colorful plate is nearly clean, Bee is waving her macaroni and cheese covered spoon at the pakhan. "No I Bumblebee."

"And I'm your Papa." He retorts, stealing a berry off her plate.

You find them staring at each other, locked in a battle of wills. It's impossible to figure out who will concede first, you thought Bucky would cave the way he usually does but he has a determined glint in his eyes. It matches Bee's.

You'll never stop being entertained by these two.

Then Bee decides she's had enough of this game, she wants to be his Bumblebee again. She lifts her chubby arms, gazing up at him. Her voice soft and sweet. "Papa I sleepy."

Bucky smiles, reaching over to pick her up, gently patting her back. "Alright, sweet Bee. Why don't you take a nap and when you're done you can help me with some work. I need your help picking which one of Uncle Steve's restaurants I'm going to take over."

"Oh the one with the 'sgana." She yawns, snuggling closer, her eyelids drooping. "It's my favorites."

"Now it's yours." The lasagna and the restaurant.

Bucky's going to have her make Steve a thank you card and he's going to personally deliver it tomorrow.

Your mouth falls open, a chuckle spills out. "Bucky you can't just take—"

Bucky slows down, stopping in front of you. He peers down at you, blatantly stating your name. His deep voice rolls over you as his words land at your feet like a brick. "Are you sure you want to take his side?"

Oh.

Oh, you don't like that. It sounds wrong and unnatural on his tongue. "Lasagna is my favorite too."

Bucky wraps his arm around you, his lips brushing over yours. "I know it is, Malyshka."

[art-by-jas]

john carter x reader! reader and john are young parents and their son gets hurt at the park but no one at the hospital knows about johns wife and child! <3

Thank you for sending a request! I hope you enjoy, kinda got away from me with the word count lol

WC: 1473

It was the perfect spring day outside, 70 degrees and sunny. It was finally warm enough to enjoy a nice day outdoors with your kid. You got your kid ready and buckled them in the stroller.

While at the park, your kid takes a header coming off the slide. Luckily, she's okay. Seeing your kid crying and with scraped-up knees and hands, your heart sinks. You lift her and carry her over to a bench and sit her on your lap as you quickly check her over. Even though it wasn't worth going to the hospital, you decided to take her there just to see her dad; maybe it'll make her feel better. Walking through the doors of the ER, you're greeted by a man at the front desk. You ask him if Carter is there.

"Carter? Yeah, let me see if I can track him down real quick," the man at the front desk replies.

Just then, Carter walks out, and as soon as the little girl catches sight of him, her frown quickly turns to a smile. She immediately squirms out of your arms and scurries over to her dad, wrapping her arms around his leg and burying her face into his scrubs. Carter chuckles softly as he bends down and scoops his daughter into his arms, careful not to hurt her scraped knees.

"Hey there, sweetheart. What happened to you?" He smiles down at her, gently wiping her tears with his thumb. You approach the two, a fond smile crossing your face as you watch their interaction.

"Oh, I'm not surprised. This one is as clumsy as her dad." He teases gently. He takes the two of you and leads you to Curtain 2.

Once Carter closes the curtain around you, he sets your daughter down on the exam table and begins to gently clean and disinfect the scrapes on her knees and hands. While he works, she continues to cling to him, her mood quickly improving with her dad's gentle touch.

"You're being a very brave girl right now, you know that? These scrapes look pretty rough, but you're handling it like a champ," Carter tells your daughter, his voice soft and comforting.

As Carter finishes cleaning and bandaging the scrapes, your daughter looks up at him

"Daddy, can I get a lollipop?" she asks, her puppy dog eyes on full display.

Carter chuckles and nods, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Of course you can."

He rummages through a drawer and pulls out a cherry lollipop, which he hands to your daughter.

"There you go, sweetheart. One lollipop for the most courageous patient I've seen all day."

Your daughter's face lights up as she takes the lollipop, immediately unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth. She smiles up at Carter, clearly feeling better now that the scrapes on her knees and hands are being taken care of. As you watch your daughter happily sucking on her lollipop, you turn to Carter and sheepishly apologize.

"I'm sorry for coming in and bothering you with something so minor. But I figured she would feel better if she could see her dad."

Carter gives you a warm smile and shakes his head. "Don't apologize, you're never bothering me when you come to see me. And you were right, seeing her smile and be happier makes my day better for me too."

He looks down at your daughter and gently pats her head. "And besides, I'm always happy to see my favorite girls." Your heart melts at his response, and you can't help but smile and give him a peck on the cheek. It's moments like these that remind you why you fell in love with Carter in the first place. 

Just as you lean in to give Carter a quick kiss, the curtain to the exam room suddenly opens, revealing another doctor, Doug Ross. He walks in, a look of concern on his face.

"Carter, I need some help with a patient in -," he starts to say but abruptly stops when he notices the intimate moment between you and Carter. He raises an eyebrow, and a slight smirk forms on his lips.

Carter turns to face Doug, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink as he realizes that he's been walked in on. Your daughter, oblivious to the sudden interruption, continues to happily suck on her lollipop.

"I, uh, I'll be right there," Carter replies to Doug, his gaze shifting between him and the two of you. Doug gives Carter a knowing look and nods.

"No rush," he says, his smirk growing into a playful smile. "I can see you're a little occupied at the moment."

Once he's gone, Carter turns back to you and your daughter, his expression softening. He steps closer to the two of you, placing a hand on your waist and drawing you close.

"I have to go," he says, his voice low and soothing. "But you're all good to go." He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You can feel the warmth radiating off him as he pulls away, his hand still on your waist.

As he pulls away, he turns to your daughter, his expression softening even more. He gently pats her head, his fingers brushing through her hair.

"I'll see you later, sweetheart," he says, his voice tender. "Be good for Mom." Your daughter nods, still happily sucking on her lollipop. 

"Alright, sweetie, we need to say goodbye to Daddy now," you tell her. Your daughter looks up at him, still sucking on her lollipop.

"Bye-bye, Daddy!" she says, her voice muffled by the lollipop.

You call out after Carter, "Bye, love you."

As Carter hears you say "I love you," a warm smile instantly brightens his face, and he turns around just long enough to call out to you, "I love you, too," before disappearing down the hall. Your heart skips a beat at the gesture, and you can't help but feel a sense of bittersweet happiness that despite his busy job and hectic schedule, Carter still finds a way to show his love for you and your daughter.

After departing from Carter and the two of you, Doug makes a beeline for the staff lounge, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Upon entering, he spots Carol meticulously organizing a stack of patient files.

"Hey, Carol," Doug says with forced nonchalance. "Guess what I just witnessed in Curtain Room 2."

Carol glances up from her mountain of paperwork, intrigued by Doug's suggestive tone. "What is it?" she inquires, one eyebrow arching with curiosity.

Doug grins, unable to contain the gossip any longer. "I just walked in on our dear Carter sharing a little... intimate moment with someone," he says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Carol's eyes widen in surprise, and a smirk forms on her lips. "Really?" she responds, clearly intrigued by the news. "Who was he with?"

"Well, that's the puzzling part," Doug admits, leaning against the wall with a sly grin. "No clue."

As Carter enters the staff lounge, he's taken aback to see both Doug and Carol looking at him with mischievous smiles. He raises an eyebrow, immediately suspicious of their intentions.

"Why are you two grinning like that?" he questions, walking toward them warily.

Doug and Carol share a conspiratorial look before Doug speaks up, "We just had a question for you, Carter."

Carter raises an eyebrow, bracing himself for what he suspects is coming next. "What's that?" he asks, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter.

Carol chimes in, a smirk on her lips. "We were wondering who the woman was you were with in Curtain Room 2 earlier."

Carter's face flushes red, his mind racing as he tries to think of a response. He's caught off guard by their question, having forgotten that he was witnessed in a rather intimate moment. He clears his throat, trying to compose himself.

"It was, uh..." he starts to say, but then hesitates. He doesn't know if he's quite ready to reveal his relationship just yet. Doug and Carol watch him intently, their smiles growing wider as they notice his discomfort.

"Come on, Carter," Doug teases, "you can't just leave us hanging like that. Who was she? She's cute?"

"It was my wife and daughter," he admits, a soft smile crossing his face as he thinks about you.

Carol and Doug stare at him in shock, their mouths hanging open.

"Wait, what?! You have a wife and a kid?!" Carol exclaims, her eyes wide.

Doug nods, equally shocked. "Yeah, no way! When did that happen?"

Carter rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, still feeling a bit embarrassed. "We got married a few years ago, and we have a little girl. She's four," he explains. Doug and Carol exchange amazed looks.

"How did we not know this?" Doug demands, crossing his arms over his chest.

Carter shrugs, a bit sheepishly. "I guess I just didn't think it was a big deal to mention."

MASTERLIST

[dcxdpdabbles]

#Holiday Requests your blogs are the sole reason i visit tumblr in the first place. Thank you for feeding my dcxdp brain rot the appreciation is very much reciprocated and i’d like to humbly request a continuation for Jason’s Doll or Mr. Flavor!

After the smear campaign had been dealt with, Tim took time to carefully convince his employees that Scarecrow had somehow dosed the whole building in Fear Gas; that way, they would return to work once he gave everyone a month off with pay to "clean out the vents".

He did not want people to walk away thinking Danny the doll was by any means haunted. It would undo every last attempt to fix Jason's image, which he had carefully constructed.

In a city like Gotham, being dosed with gas was so common that no one batted an eye when Tim called them back. Many of the employees were overjoyed by the paid vacation.

The young CEO had even gone as far as to spread rumors that no one really saw the alleged doll, causing people to assume there was mass hysteria. Everyone was happier this way.

He felt like he could finally relax after weeks of meticulous planning. He went into work assuming the only stress he would experience would be the typical CEO kind.

Then Jason, needing a favor, marched into his office within the first hour.

Tim stares at the doll sitting on his office desk, feeling the blood drain from his face as his brother happily chatters.

"He usually likes to sit by windows. Don't forget to clean him with a damp, warm cloth; his clothes are machine washable." Jason said, laying out some of Danny's tea cup sets. Apparently, his brother had been shopping. "Danny usually has his tea daily at one, but if you're working, I'm sure he'll understand. He can wait."

"Jay..."Tim started feeling Danny staring into his soul. He knew a soul existed, but that didn't stop the thing from being unnerving. Was Danny made entirely of Fear Gas? "Are you sure you can't take Danny with you?"

"I want to." Jason sighed, tracing the fabric of Danny's hair. "But we aren't sure if space travel will worsen Danny's chances of recovery. Normally, I wouldn't take any jobs outside Gotham, but Roy needs help."

Danny's head jerked as if the porcelain neck of the doll had broken, the little head falling to the side, facing Jason. Familiar whispers of hell fill the air, making Tim's stomach drop.

He leans further into the plush of his office chair, wanting to get as far away from Danny as possible while Jason smiles.

"Thank you for understanding, " he tells Danny with a fondness usually reserved for lovers. Tim might have found it sweet if it had not been that he was terrified of Jason's undead boyfriend.

"Please don't leave," He whispers, uncaring how pathetic his voice sounded.

"You're going to find Tim." Jason laughs, shaking his head. "Danny says he likes you!"

Tim's eyes slid over to the doll, feeling himself jump a little when he realized he had turned in his direction. Without a sound. Without Tim, for all his training, even noticing the movement.

There was a moment when he felt like something with sharp teeth grinning at him. The sensation came from behind his left shoulder, and he jerked around, hand flying to his hidden expandable staff in his left pocket. Nothing but the cream color of his wall stares back at him.

He slowly turns back to his guest, Danny, quite suddenly right in front of him, sitting on his laptop. Its slightly watery eyes- painted with the effect- were mere inches from Tim's nose.

The sensation of being watched by a predatory grows. A whimper leaves Tim's lips against his will just as Jason checks his phone and shoulders his travel bag. "Alright, I have to head out. Artemis is on the way here to pick me up. Thanks again, Tim."

"No." He whispers, unable to look away from his own reflection in Danny's eyes. He looks petrified. "Don't leave me here with him."

"Bye, Danny. See you in two weeks." Jason grabs the doll's head in a quick one-arm hug.

A scratching wail from down the hall makes Tim nearly fall over, but Jason only blushes as he leans closer. "I love you too."

Before Tim can find the courage to throw Danny back at him, his brother is up and out the door. Soon, his office is left in utter silence as the duo observe one another.

Tim only dared move an inch once Tam knocked on his door. "Morning, Tim. You're nine o'clock is here; I sent you the required documents for the meeting, and is that a doll?"

Her voice trails off from her typical professional pitch to the one he is used to hearing when the pair reminisce about the time they ran from assassins together. It's far more casual, with just the hints of judgment that Tim can appreciate because it means she's not above calling his bullshit out.

"This...is Danny," He hears himself introduce. "Danny, this is Tam."

His PA cooks one hip, raises a brow, and gestures at the desk where the doll sits. "I thought the rumors about the haunted doll resulted from the night job misunderstanding?"

"No. I worked to cover them up."

Tam rolls the information around in her head before looking at her tablet with a wide smile. "You do not pay me enough to handle haunted dolls. I have to be in conference room 103 in five minutes. I have to check on our coffee orders."

"But Tam-"

"No." She slams the door close. The click-clack of her heels echoes as she struts away, and Tim is left staring longingly at the blurred windows of his glass doors. He looks back at Danny, who has moved again.

This time, the cold porcelain is pressing into his left cheek because Danny is suddenly there. Standing on the arm of his office chair and leaning on Tim's face.

The scream that ripped out of his throat had the security running to his office and Tam dialing the Bats in ten seconds. It didn't help that the scream had traveled through the vents, echoing into the building as every employee looked up from their cubicle with a jump.

"What was that?"

"A little girl go hurt on level seventy-four."

"Isn't that the CEO's floor?"

"Must be one of the thousands of kids the Waynes bring to those charity events."

[prettieinpink]

LITTLE WAYS TO LIVE HEALTHIER IN 2025

INCREASE YOUR N.E.A.T. Neat stands for non exercise activity thermogenesis. So, basically any daily activities we do when not exercising or sleeping. It's important for you to have a high N.E.A.T because it can be the difference between having a sedentary lifestyle or being moderately active. 

Ways to increase NEAT is to do more heavier chores everyday (vacuuming, mopping, dusting), taking the longer routes when walking, stand for 10 minutes each hour, pace back and forth while calling someone, march while you’re brushing your teeth, etc. 

DRINK HERBAL TEAS. Herbal teas can help you in a variety of areas of life, and are a great substitute for other processed beverages. 

ADD SUNLIGHT IN YOUR MORNING. Exposing yourself to sunlight early in the day helps with resetting the circadian rhythm, which in return helps for waking up easier and going to sleep easier. 

EAT WITHOUT DISTRACTIONS. You’ll savour your food so much more and it’ll be easier to tell when you’re satisfied. 

CREATE A PLAYLIST FOR WHEN YOU WIND DOWN. Once you get into the habit of listening to this playlist, it’ll become like a trigger to your body that it’s time to sleep because listening to that playlist  should be followed by settling into bed. 

 REGULARLY GO TO YOUR GP. Especially if you’re feeling a bit out of it. It is always better to make those regular visits and catch something before it becomes out of hand. 

STOP WAKING UP SO EARLY. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but waking up at 5am is unnecessary if not required. While I do believe that waking up earlier does have benefits, that extra hour of sleep probably has more. 

IF YOU’RE STRUGGLING, TAKE IT SLOWER. In this day and age, we don’t have time to process a lot of things. Everything is so fast paced, that if we fall behind, we tend to feel less than. 

Especially if you’re someone who can’t keep pace with the crowd due to disabilities or mental health. Take things at your own pace, and do what you can will yourself to do. 

GET SPIRITUAL. Lots of studies show that people who commit themselves to their beliefs are a lot happier in life than those who don’t. This doesn’t mean that you have to commit to a religion yet, but I would explore your spirituality side and see what  resonates with you. 

WEAR YOUR SPF. Skin cancer is no joke, and our earth is only getting hotter. Protect yourself, including your body! 

SURROUND YOURSELF WITH GOOD PEOPLE. People who radiate love and are always looking for the goodness around them, that rubs off on you and in return you’ll develop similar traits. Being with them will stimulate growth in all aspects of your life. 

I'm not telling anyone to ‘fix’ anyone, but it means a lot to other people if you can be that person in their life. It's a very rewarding and fulfilling lifestyle.  

TAKE MAKEUP BREAKS REGULARLY. Give your skin a break from products, and ideally take a week off each month to spend it makeup free. You’re saving time and your skin. 

ADD IN FRUITS, HERBS OR LEMON IN YOUR WATER. This will help with extra hydration and improve digestion. 

PRIORITISE FIBRE. As much as protein is good for you, fibre has just as much importance but it's not as heavily prioritised. Ideally, half of your meal should be fibres. However, that can be a hard change for some people, so start with having it on the side. 

It's great if you can incorporate ‘hidden’ fibre into your meals as well!

CURATE YOUR SPACE TO SUIT YOU. Add in little notes of reminders or quotes, place around photos or awards of your achievements, remove anything that impacts you negatively. You want the area that you’re in 24/7 to support that growth, not stifle it. 

Keep your area clean and decluttered as well. Try to minimise the amount of stuff that you have. You only need one of each thing, two is one too many. Having too much clutter affects the clarity of your mind.

it is numbered oddly because of the way I pasted this from google docs to tumblr. apologies!

[flowersforthemachines]

Some facts about Harding gathered from the banters

I went through all companion banters on DanaDuchy's channel after playing the game to write down all facts about companions/the world that I haven't seen brought up anywhere in the game as a writing reference (and for funsies).

Note: This list may not be exhaustive. I might have missed some something or didn't write it down because I considered it common knowledge. If you have anything to add, please DM me or send an ask! (do specify what banter the information is coming from, though)

Note 2: Posts from this series (mostly) don't include information from banters specific to quests or between companions and faction members. I plan to do another playthrough to capture more of those and will add any relevant info to the character posts.

Other characters' posts: Bellara, Davrin, Lucanis, Emmrich, Neve, Taash. I'm also planning a post about just the Lighthouse some time later

Family and past:

Harding's parents split up a few years ago. Her father lives in Amaranthine. She's okay with that and thinks her parents are happier apart

Harding’s mother never taught her how to cook, she's entirely self-taught

Harding carries around the first letter her Mother sent her after joining the Inquisition

Harding doesn't have siblings 

Harding had a mabari named Contessa who passed away from old age

(If in romance) Taash offers Harding to get a mabari together

Time with the Inquisition:

Back in Skyhold, Solas once told Harding he was sorry dwarves couldn’t dream

Harding thinks that if she had never joined the Inquisition, she probably would’ve got married and tended to goats

Harding volunteered for the Inquisition because their soldiers kept scaring the sheep because they all had super old maps. And because she didn't want to spend the rest of her life watching sheep

General: 

Harding likes sandwiches, they are one of her favourite foods 

Harding finds Treviso very beautiful (who doesn’t) 

Harding would bring a bow, clean socks and a spoon to a deserted island

Harding likes books about blood and gore

Harding doesn't like killing, but she doesn't feel bad about it. She compares it to farmers having to kill wild animals that get too close to their land, as sometimes a quick kill can prevent more suffering (i.e. if a wolf gets inside your sheepfold, your own animals will die in pain)

She says that this kind of mindset is the reason why a lot of Inquisition scouts came from farmers, as they need to kill people when necessary (even if those people aren’t their enemies personally), but don’t go out looking for it

Harding likes almonds. They are crunchy :) 

Harding is fascinated by Minrathous’s nightlife 

Harding doesn't drink alcohol 

Harding really likes puns

Harding has fought a Stormrider dragon before 

Harding has a detailed and decorated scrapbook with her kills (with doodles. Including a cute giant spider)

Harding never visited Nevarra before the Veilguard, though she had heard of Cumberland’s Summer Exhibition. Emmrich disregards it as just a market with a horse show 

Dwarves and magic:

Harding finds herself more hungry than usual since getting hew new powers

Neve and Emmrich hypothesise that Harding developing Titan powers may have increased her lifespan (or even granted her eternal life) 

Harding describes using her magic as “touching something vast and eternal, a well, deep inside”. Lucanis says that it sounds similar to him using his demon powers

Relationships with companions:

Bellara, Neve and Taash call her “Lace”. Davrin and Lucanis call her “Harding”

Emmrich calls her "Harding" most of the time, though he calls her "Lace" on two occasions (in a banter about Emmrook, and the one where he talks about seeing her aura differently after he becomes a Lich)

Harding grows special plants for Davrin to help him mask the griffon smell in his room

Harding grows truffles for Assan

Harding lets Assan sleep on her

To Lich!Emmrich, Harding appears different from other dwarves. She has a special aura (but it comes and goes)

Harding buys an enchanted barbed arrow to take out Lucanis/Spite if push comes to shove. She later tries to give it to Lucanis and apologises, but he insists she keeps it as a sign of his trust

Harding finds Teia intimidating because she is “polished” (Lucanis disagrees but notes she keeps good track of all utensils Viago poisoned at the table) 

Teia called Harding fearless in a conversation with Lucanis

Harding invites Neve to her house in Ferelden after Neve's apartment in Minrathous burns down, in case she wants to get away from the Lighthouse 

Harding is very excited about Neve taking over the Threads (“Do they have to kiss your hand?”) and wishes she were a crime boss

Harding once dreamt of Neve stealing her strawberry tarts

Harding starts humming Taash’s name to herself after they get together

About gifts from Taash: 

Harding doesn’t use the archery bracer because it feels so special she’s afraid it could get lost or get dirty

She also doesn’t wear the hairpin because she’s afraid to lose it

Taash got the cheese in Minrathous

Conclusion: get Harding cheese, it’s the only thing she isn’t afraid to actually use

Garden and plants: 

It's enough to mention a plant for it to start growing in Harding’s garden

The Fade plants normally don’t need tending. However, they may begin to wilt if that’s what you expect them to do 

Smuggler’s Rose clouds the person’s mind if you are wearing it like perfume, letting you pickpocket other people more easily

Sage bane mixed with troll moss can be used to treat toenail fungus

[kumasakka]

Can I request a fic for the gen 1 kings with a baby. Where they do the challenge where the parent lays their head on their babies lap to see their reaction, and their baby is really affectionate, cuddling, or babbling to them.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. gen1 x reader ( jaegyeon na, seongji yuk, taesoo ma, jichang kwak ) .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. imagine the kings of the first generation had babies and laying their head on the lap of their super duper wuper cute kid ?

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~1.2k , ~0.5k words each .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff, fluff, fluff. f!readers. you all are adults! gen1 (seperately). self - made au! safe for minors! crappy writing. they may seem ooc. Itriedmybest.

　“HEY, little fella.”

JAEGYEON NA was... a little special as father, always calling him other names and instead of treating your son like his own, he treated him like he was some podcast listener. But yeah, your son wasn't anything better.

He was after all, an exact copy of his father, babbling many incoherent words and then running all over the place to search for his mama. Yes, this little fella was exactly like his father. You don't have any doubts.

"Hah... I'm so tired!" Jaegyeon sighed out, acting tired as he fell to his knees.

"Aren't you cute?" he grinned, laying his head on top of his son's lap, "of course you are. You're my creation."

[son's name] puffed his cheeks, wrapping his tiny arms around the head of his father before beginning to babble. It sounded like he was complaining about something — anything.

Well, and then — [son's name] giggled, wiping his drool and snot away with his hands, using those same hands to hug his beloved father once again. "Erm... So, we need to work on that attitude. How could you?" Jaegyeon huffed, ready to sit up again.

That was until [son's name] was holding onto him, hugging his head with all his might, but it was still easy to get out of his grip. And yet Jaegyeon acted as if it was the hardest, falling softly back on to the lap of his son.

"Damn you..." he sighed, his grin turned into a smile as he heard the cute giggling.

　“YOU should try that, you know?”

SEONGJI YUK turned to you with a curious gleam in his eyes. Wow he was so innocent that you wanted to squeeze him tightly and baby him. He looked like a baby! "Try what?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Lay your head on [daughter's name] and watch what will happen!" you chuckled.

What? How can he lay his head on your daughter's lap? She'll break. Or her legs will grow tired quickly. Isn't his head like, real heavy for her? Should he just shut up in his mind and try it?

Carefully and slowly, Seongji sat down on the floor beside his child and listened to her giggling. After hearing her laugh of excitement, Seongji's worries faded quickly, no hint of doubt was visible. Why did he even doubt himself?

He laid his head on the tiny legs of your daughter, his eyes watched how she began giggling louder and how she babbled something in her own language. Oh how much he wanted to understand her incoherent words. It was a mini you!

A grin appeared his pink lips as [daughter's name] placed sloppy kisses on his face, painting his clean skin with her drool. He could get used to it. Really. "I'm glad you're a mini [name]." he said.

If it were for a mini him, would his mini him also kiss him so affectionately? Should he... test it out?

　WHENEVER he enters the room, TAESOO MA can only watch how you wrap your arms around your son and lay your head on his lap. And then — your son gets ten times more happier. Why?

Good question, next one. Today he'll find out for himself, stealing your son from you while you were sleeping. Fortunately [son's name] didn't fall asleep yet, not as quick as his mother.

"Don't tell your mother, but I think i'm your favorite." he said, sitting next to his son as he observed how he played with his absolute favorite toy. "We have the connection, you know?"

"You wouldn't... mind right?" Taesoo mumbled, laying down on his back and then placing his head on the lap of your son.

For a moment of silence, Taesoo really considered if he should stand up right now and hide in your shared bedroom forever after your son only blinked at him, not moving an inch.

Well, what do we say? The doubts disappeared as soon it came as [son's name] latched himself onto Taesoo's head, his giggles and cute sounds of incoherent words filled the room.

"I knew it." he could NOT hide his growing smile.

How could he when his soon placed small kisses on his ugly scar? How could he not let the tear glide down when Taesoo was filled with absolute joy?

　“YOU can take care of her, right? I'll believe in you, busy husband.”

Those were your last words as you disappeared from his sight, dropping your little daughter — little him on his office table filled with stacks papers. Why did you leave her in his hands again?

Yes well. After spending the last days with the cutest babygirl in the entire world, you couldn't help but think that she and her father should also spend some quality time together.

And then you dropped her off in his office to throw yourself into bed. To be honest it was a bit tiring to watch after her, even though you love your daughter with all your heart — watching her alone made it a lot harder.

So yeah. That's how you kill two birds with one stone. Getting some rest and making the two of them spend some time together. It wasn't hard to figure out for JICHANG KWAK that you were tired, considering the growing eye bags.

That's also why he say anything as soon as you entered his office. He was a smart man at the end. And he loved you. And your daughter. So of course he wouldn't mind watching over his own daughter.

But things have their limits as you daughter began to throw some important papers around the room, making Jichang sigh out before picking her up and walking over to the couch.

"You little troublemaker. I wasn't like that when I was in your age..." he sat her up on the couch, "I hope..."

No doubt that it was his daughter. With similar looks and also sometimes matching his tired old man personality. But that was sometimes! As soon as he stood up to return to his table, he got stopped.

His eyes wandered down to see a little hand gripping onto his sleeve of his suit, an innocent and wondering expression vivid on her babyface. God was she cute. He understood why you pinched her cheeks whenever you saw her.

"Yes?" he asks as if she could answer. But she actually did reply with babbling and a bewitching sweet smile, "you want me to stay here for a moment?"

It's not like she actually said that. He just guessed what she said, now sitting down beside her. Yet she didn't let go which was strange. Is there something else she wants besides her father sitting beside her?

She huffed and pulled onto his sleeve, "strong" enough to make him fall down onto the couch — Jichang just let her pull and leaned down slowly. At the end, he found his head on her lap.

"That's what you wanted?" he chuckled amused, raising an eyebrow, "should've said so."

"Dada!" she giggled, letting her tiny arms fall on top of his face, covering his sight and mouth while beginning to ramble incoherently about something.

And he listened. Sighing out with a smile. Maybe it wasn't that bad to let his daughter drag him away from work.

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's — so erm, sorry for the delay ! I have an exam tmw and I'm lowkey dying cuz it's winter, meaning exam phase... but I should think positively, because after this week and next week I finally have christmas holidays ! ><

[maimaily]

the lads boys as kittens. 🍐 ‧₊˚ zayne

summary: You were living in your new apartment now, a free space for yourself, but maybe it was too free. You weren't quite used to the silence and loneliness of it, so you decided to welcome a little one to your home. After considering many options, a cat seemed the most adequate: clean, independent, wouldn't take much of your time as a dog... right?

characters: kitty!zayne + mc as reader (other characters will be posted separately

a/n: cat breeds are selected based on the "Yes, Cat Caretaker" event. If there's any change, it'll be based on the appearance of each breed, but not its personality traits strictly. proofread but if there's any mistake please let me know! (eng isn't my first language).

xavier 🢒 rafayel 🢒 sylus 🢒 caleb (coming soon)

Zayne — Maine Coon How did he get to live with you?

A precious cat café that you frequented was your favorite, it had a cozy atmosphere and the kitties were adorable. Most of them were young and lively, playing between the tables and napping on the window frames. You loved that place, but one day you received the unfortunate notice: they were going to close permanently soon.

The nostalgia of memories formed in that special place drove you to visit again before it shut down forever. There was no longer service, and just a couple of employees were cleaning up the place. They apologized and explained that maintaining the establishment was becoming impossible since the rent had become pricier and the cats needed more medical treatments. Upset, you were about to leave just when the owner stopped you at the door.

In his fragile arms he carried a pitch-black beauty, bigger than a regular cat. You recognized him as the cat you always found at the reception desk every day you visited, staring at the door in an upright sitting position or taking a nap from time to time.

The owner explained that it was his cat. He tried many times to introduce him to the rest of the cats in the café, but he never got along much, mostly because his big body intimidated the smaller ones, and apparently, he wasn't as playful. Because of this, he made it stay with him at the reception to keep him company, rarely getting any caress besides yours, who always showed him affection.

The gentleman explained the complicated state of his health. His business had become a chore for him, it made him stay away from home for long hours, and he couldn't bring himself to leave his precious cat alone that much. Since his goal was to provide the kittens with a better life, he got them new owners who were happy to adopt them before closing the shop. But for his boy… he needed the perfect caregiver. That's when you learned his name: Zayne.

"Even now that I'll be more at home, he deserves an owner who can take care of him as he deserves. My mobility is getting more limited with each passing day, and I'm worried he's starting to take care of me instead of me taking care of him… My wife and I adopted him some years ago, but I'm not selfish enough to make him stay with me now that she's gone… I know he will be happier living with you."

And that's how it happened. After a couple of days of proper procedures, your new angelic boy was home.

Gracious presence. Zayne has the unique talent of making looking through the windows a solemn sight, with his silky, daintily groomed black fur glistening in the late afternoon sunlight. His tall, long body stretches gracefully when he wakes up from his small naps, purring tenderly when you scratch his chin (he loves it). His existence is so full of grace that your gallery is now loaded with his photos.

Shy boy! During the first days of living together, it was hilarious to see such a big cat jumping in surprise each time Rafayel got closer to sniff him when he was napping, accidentally waking him up. But his reclusive demeanor was as endearing as it was concerning, you didn't want to cause him any discomfort or anxiety, so you did your research and got a few toys and treats ready, compromised to spend the day bonding with your cats. Rafayel was enthusiastic, Xavier liked being rewarded for his hard work, and Zayne... well, he played with the plush mouse toy along with Xavier! It was something, wasn't it? The next day when you returned home after work and saw them napping together, you knew it had been all worth it.

Quiet. Continuing with the previous trait, he's an even quieter cat than Xavier! Doesn't really let out meows and just occasionally chirps when he's hungry or expresses discomfort. He doesn't make any noise at night… someone could learn a thing or two from him.

Glutton in disguise. Zayne is a well-mannered cat, he is clean, polite, and mostly never causes trouble, but when food is involved… sigh. His usual wet food is fine, perfect even: nutritional, tasty, and prepared with love when you add the supplements recommended by the vet. There's nothing wrong until treats are involved. He likes them too much and will get pretty moody if he doesn't get at least one per day. The vet strictly restricted him from eating them so frequently after his last check-up. He doesn't like to talk about it.

His favorite place to make biscuits is your thighs. Soft, squishy even, he doesn't hurt you with his weight and you always reach out your hand to pet him as he commits to his duty. It occurs as you're lying down: he'll announce himself with a short meow and jump on top of your legs gently. After he's done, he lies on your lap quietly (nap time!)

Nuzzles, nuzzles, nuzzles. Against your legs, your hands, your face, anywhere you allow him to, really. Doesn't do it frequently, just when you've been gone for too long or when he's showing affection. Oh, he also likes to stretch his body up on you, so you must carry him and let him nuzzle against your neck when he's needy.

Grooming grump. No, don't get me wrong, I said it before: he's always neatly groomed. Not "most of the time", no. Always. He spends a good amount of time getting his fur clean and shiny, not even Rafayel is as meticulous as him, but... the grooming brush? Get that away from him. You have to prowl around while he basks, acting as if you're not looking for him, then reach down to pet him a couple of times, gaining his trust... and now! You take the brush from your pocket and start from his exposed belly. He'll surrender the first 5 minutes, gently smacking your hand when he's done with the sensation. And let me tell you he's still very polite about it.

No touch. Strangers can't touch him, he'll run off. You can, but that doesn't mean all the time. His ears are particularly sensitive so he'll move away if you scratch him for too long, and how open he feels that day to allow you to shower him in caresses or not relies on his mood. You've learned to respect his boundaries, giving him space when he needs it, and he knows for sure your arms are all open to receive him when he wants to be pampered.

It felt, at times, like the world was a heavy storm cloud perched on your shoulders—loud, weighty, and unwilling to lift. "Bright days and cloudy days" you merely called it, but deep inside, the truth was that exhaustion made you feel like you were running in circles.

“Hey, it's fine. We're all bummed about it, but it's already done. Take this. It'll help you sleep at night”, the forever-sweet Tara told you after seeing the guilt in your eyes, still heavy from today’s mission... including that disastrous report you submitted, which didn’t exactly win points with your boss. She handed over a small packet of herbal tea—the kind that promised to calm your nerves. Her usual remedy when things felt off.

With a sigh, you put it away in your bag and left the Hunters Association building. Your bike was under repair again since it had been damaged during your previous mission, so you had to take the bus—and yes, what your eyes saw was the bus, the only one that came every hour, pulling away as you arrived at the bus stop seven minutes late.

On the outside, you only sighed heavily and rubbed your temples. But inside, you felt like you were reaching your last straw for the day.

The door locked itself after you, matching your hundredth sigh of the day. Kicking your shoes off and not caring about picking them up to store them was the first sign. Dragging your feet in dim light and just pouring food on each of the bowls was the second one. Ignoring the mess of toys Rafayel created during the day, and Xavier asleep on your clean laundry was the third.

Finally, heading to your bedroom without taking a shower first was the fourth and last one he needed before jumping off the wall hammock and walking towards the dark room. The soft click of the door handle turning startled you. “Zayne?"

You were sitting on the bed, breaking your rule of no outside clothes on the freshly cleaned covers, but frankly, you were too tired to even bother. Your body was facing the open window, small tears blurring your eyes as you stared at the starry sky outside, counting the tiny sparkling dots to avoid any form of thought about your awful, lousy day coming to your head.

Evidence destroyed, a fugitive, and a terrible feeling of resentment toward yourself for failing.

It felt unfair to disturb the peace of your cats with the gloomy mood you were in, and it was late anyway, so you allowed them to sleep and rest at ease, dealing with your turbulent emotions alone. But tricking Zayne into believing everything was fine turned out to be a fruitless mission.

He walked around the bed, his shiny, peridot-like eyes staring back at you. “Meow,” he bumped against your leg, nuzzling for a second before placing his paws on your knees for support. “Oh, Zaynie. Go back to sleep, it's nothing." You scratched his chin and he purred, leaning against your touch and jumping on top of your lap, sitting there. Avoiding falls from the unstable sitting spot, you cradled him in your arms like the biiiig baby he was. “Sorry for waking you up…”

His paws gently touched your face, and it sounded ridiculous maybe, but you felt it like reassurance you so badly needed in that moment, and that made you tear up. His paws patted your cheeks, and you couldn't help but smile. Your back rested on the mattress now, his body cuddled on top of you, purring slowly and tenderly, his soft breathing calming your own. He had nuzzled his face against yours as you cried and let out all the pent-up stress and frustration from the day.

His purring rumbled against your chest as your hands kindly petted his delicate fur, earning an affectionate lick on the cheek that coaxed a giggle out of you. You cupped his tiny face to pepper kisses all over it. "Thank you for coming to my emotional rescue, my loving gentleman," you teased, adoring every aspect of him. Zayne was observant, and after weeks of building your relationship, earning each other's trust, and caring for each other, it was clear as day how much of an emotional support he was for you.

Once your mind became clear of self-deprecating thoughts, you refreshed yourself with a warm bath, changed into your comfiest clothes, prepared the tea Tara gifted you, kissed Rafayel and Xavier goodnight —a well-deserved gesture after a whole day of absence—, and tucked yourself under the covers where Zayne waited patiently for you.

Your hands gently caressed him, waiting for the herbal infusion to take effect, and slowly you drifted into the land of dreams, your relaxed breathing bringing a sense of comfort to the cat beside your limp body. He stretched to reach the lamp on the nightstand, fumbling with his paws until he managed to press the switch and turn off the light.

You'd only notice until the next morning, but it wouldn't be the first time he surprised you with those actions. Were those small gestures the same as he did when he lived with the elderly couple that adopted him first? And if they were, was he tired of having to do it all over again for you?

A few words were enough to answer this: he would always look after you with pleasure, as you always took care of him.

© MAIMAILY. Please do not steal, copy or plagiarize this work.

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hi !! first of all: thank you SO much for the love the kitty series is receiving! I'm so happy y'all like it, these are really fun and relaxing to write for me, so I'm glad there is people who enjoy it too. For Zayne's part... I'm sorry Zayne girlies, I admit this isn't as fun as Xavier's or Rafayel's, but y'all are welcome to make me write something cuter if you want HAHAHA. Thank you again for reading, let's see each other again for Sylus's version! <3

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can I req jjk men as girl dad’s? Specifically nanami, toji, choso, or sukuna! :))

the jjk men as girl dads .

cw + — fluff, mamaguro!reader, heian era sukuna,

wc : 1307 words .

NANAMI KENTO .

the most girl dad ever. He’s lucky enough to get you pregnant and have three triplet daughters pop out.

He’s taught himself with YouTube and you how to do all of his daughters hair when you’re not available. If one of his daughter’s has trouble getting her hair done due to being whiney or something else he tries being negotiable.

“I know you hate it honey, but if you get through this I promise we can go to the park after with fuschia and yuki how about that hm?”

She’s whiney, but nods with a bratty look on face.“promise?”

“I promise.”

Nanami let’s his girls play with his face however much they please as long as it makes them happy and distracted. The thing that makes them stop is when you come through the front door with a gasp at your three daughters putting pastel chalk on his face.

“Girls! What are you doing to your poor daddy’s face?” you drop your bag rushing over while the girls are giggling with chalk in their hands while nanami sighs and chuckles at your worry.

Eventually they run off when you give a stern look while you use a napkin to clean up his face.“You really have such a hard time telling the girls no, baby.”

he has a soft smile on his face while you tend to his chalked up cheeks.“they’re my girls darling, I have to let them.”

CHOSO KAMO .

a better father than kenjaku could ever dream of. He knows what it’s like to have a father who looks at you like a bug, something less worthy so he treats his daughter Saiko the best he can with all his soul regardless of gender.

When she’s having trouble making friends in kindergarten he cheers her up with snacks and a goodnight bedtime.

He understands how emotions can be confusing for her too and in her late teens he’s fine with the mood swings and emo phase.

You just scoff when you’re taking her laundry basket after she slams the door. You’re walking down the stairs just baffled at your daughter’s recent behavior.“I never know with that girl I swear! It’s like your daughter just is in a permanent mood swing.”

choso chuckles.“give her a break baby. I think I remember you being like that when we were young don’t you?”

you hum, thinking about that time in your life with the laundry basket of jeans and white t’s on your hip.“guess you’re right there cho’. I use to be in a big phase of split dye as my hair color and you definitely couldn’t get enough of those pigtails.” you teased him at the end there making him nervously chuckle.

“Kenjaku would’ve had to drag me by the pigtails to get me to stop wearing them everyday. So give her sometime hm honey?”

You huffed, nodding.“ok but talk to her. She shares basically the same traits as you, she’ll listen better.”

Once it comes to it he takes Saiko mall shopping and gets to the route of the problem, boy troubles with her boyfriend.

“Boys are idiots sweetheart, take it from me and even ask your mother. There’s much fish in the sea in that highschool of yours.”

saiko sniffles but nods, choso wasn’t always the best when it came to girl advice but he made her smile and laugh.“Guess you’re right… He sniffs glue anyway.”

“I'm glad I haven’t met this ex of yours honey.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO .

He was glad when he had a male carbon copy of him and even happier to find out you were pregnant again for a third time.

This time he’d make sure he wouldn’t fuck it up and be there for his baby girl all the time. Even before she came into this world he was painting her room and decorating with you.

“Half and half toji?”

“Never know if she likes pink and blue baby, you can’t assume.”

He’s a protective dad in public grocery stores. He doesn’t just brush off some woman trying to touch his daughter Rina in her stroller just because she’s cute. He abruptly turns the stroller with a stank face making you nervously laugh but apologize to the poor lady.

“Toji! You can’t just be so rude to that poor lady for wanting to say hi.”

“Ain’t letting some random just touch my daughter. You’re crazy if you even think I would babe.”

It’s hard for him to be trustworthy to babysitters also. Even if your judgment is good he still chooses shiu to babysit his youngest daughter.

“Thought you wouldn’t even show.” he says it nonchalantly while handing shiu the giggling toddler.

“I’ve babysit two of your runts, I’m sure I can handle a third.” he makes a hiss when he feels rina tugging at one strand of his hair.“even someone as rough as this little girl so enjoy your night before she starts crying out for her papa.”

Toji’s brave enough when confronting another mother about her child’s bullying behavior towards Rina. He tries the passive route, a small “please teach your kid to be nice okay? Other kids are in the playground with me.”

When that doesn’t work and he’s met with an aggressive tone he matches the same energy.

“Ah great, nice to know where the damn kid learned to throw sand at someone. Nice speaking to ya”

toji doesn’t play about his daughter, at all.

GOJO SATORU .

He didn’t voice to the world about his daughter since he wanted her protected from the jujutsu world but megumi and you know exactly how much excitement was inside him from news of your pregnancy.

He’s glad when she doesn’t have any jujutsu powers or the six eyes, just a pretty face, her natural hair color with some white streaks in her hair.

When she’s a toddler he loved bonding time with her. Any free day he has off he’ll spend it with various mall shopping activities of getting lollipops and annoying nanami when he runs into him.

Seeing Megumi and her together also makes him grin. Be it that megumi is just watching tv and she happens to be on his lap but it still gets him happy.

Megumi just sighs at his sensei’s weird behavior while clicking through channels.“Jeez, you’re strange.”

SUKUNA RYOMEN .

The news that you were pregnant with his seed was good news. He didn’t show his excitement but a toothy grin with a hum was enough to know he was happy at the news.

Sukuna has never been one to care for labels. Any woman or man is just a meal on his platter when it comes down to it and any seed of his is automatically good.

Sukuna didn’t show it outside but he cares deeply for his daughter reira. He’ll let her crawl on his two available hands while his others are crossed, bite on his arms, anything that pleases her.

His favorite thing to do when it came to you and reira was have a small family outing with uraume coming along as preparation. He always picked a secluded area in a forest, sitting on the pink and white cloth with you and reira while uraume prepared wine and sandwiches to be splayed out for the three of you.

Sukuna doesn’t allow any disrespectful words about his daughter. Any maiden or butler whining or complaining near him makes him whip them into shape.

“If you really find caring for my offspring to be such an inconvenience perhaps I should have you removed.” and they all knew what he meant when he said removed in the tone he did.

[lyxchen]

Maybe he'll pick up anyway...

This is my contribution for Sangihun week day 3: 'Phone Me' and I also tried to include 'Clothing' and so what Gi-hun is wearing over his shoulders is actually one of Sang-woo's jackets. I have more versions under the cut + a close up and I also put an explanation of some details I added if anybody is interested in reading that <3

Here some details I added and some thoughts I want to share about this one :>

So first of all this is supposed to be only a short while after the games are over and Gi-hun goes to Sang-woo's apartment and here he's lying on Sang-woo's bed trying to call him but obviously it's just going to voicemail. Very sad, now some details: I put Sang-woo in his outfit that he died in, also you can see the wound where he stabbed himself in the throat. I'm not sure if I want this to be ghost Sang-woo or just Sang-woo from Gi-hun's imagination/memory but either way Sang-woo's face is clean and he's wearing his glasses cause (wether in Gi-hun's mind or as a ghost) this is a "better"/"more free" version of him. They both have wounds/scratches on their hands from the tug of war game, also the cut on Gi-hun's face from the glass bridge game is not as visible anymore because it has started to heal. I also wanted Gi-hun's nose and eyes to be red so that it looks like he has cried. Sang-woo is looking directly at Gi-hun, while Gi-hun is looking at his phone cause he obviously can't see Sang-woo. Also I tried really hard to make Sang-woo look like he's not really there and also kinda out of place but then also I wanted him to still fit into the whole drawing and not pull the visual focus away from Gi-hun too much. I hope that worked. I also used a slightly warmer colorpalette for Sang-woo and gave him brown outlines, while Gi-hun's are blue and he has a colder colorpalette, cause Sang-woo is supposed to be like this kinda warm glowy memory/ghost from a happier place. I think that's it, I hope anybody was interested enough in my art ideas to read this

[runningincircl3s]

Untitled Bestfriend!Noah x Reader Series

Part 4

the series masterlist is here and you can join the taglist here :)

warnings: NSFW!! porn with little plot- each chapter is basically a oneshot, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, p in v sex, use of sex toys, outdoors sex?, tiniest bit of anal..? uhh there's probably more, this parts actually kinda wild… and not edited properly...

holy hell... I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT AGAIN!! this has taken me so long to write, partially because i'm a chronic procrastinator and also because i HATE proof reading my own smut... i was originally going to post this in two parts because it's a super long chapter, but then i kinda ran out of ideas for a second part lmao

p.s this is the longest thing i've ever written and i'm not too sure how i feel about it but i'm posting it anyway just because i've been writing this for a whole month and i don't want to rewrite it :( i'll edit it properly at some point and i'll probably feel happier with it!

The house was too quiet…

Your parents had left in a rush that morning, rushing to catch their separate flights for work trips, leaving the mess at home behind without a second thought. They hadn’t expected you to clean, hadn’t even asked, but you’d spent all day scrubbing, tidying, sorting, because the idea of living in their mess for a week was worse than the effort it took to fix it.

Now, it was well past 11 p.m., and you were curled up on the couch in the exact position you’d collapsed into hours ago, after finally giving up on trying to scrub the old wine stain out of the carpet. Your oversized shirt had slipped down one shoulder, your legs bare, wearing nothing else besides your soft, worn cotton underwear. Your hair messy, eyes heavy. You could've fallen asleep, but you were waiting for his text.

And your phone was still quiet. It had been for hours.

You checked it again, thumb hovering like maybe this time it would buzz with a message.

But nope. Nothing.

You weren’t mad. Just tired, and a little let down. Noah was supposed to come over tonight, and staying with you for the week. You’d been looking forward to it all day- his voice, his presence, the way he made you feel like you could just be yourself.

You dropped the phone back onto the coffee table with a quiet sigh and closed your eyes. The room dimmed, faded. Your breath began to slow...

Buzz. Buzz.

Your eyes fluttered open. You reached for the phone.

Noah: Shit… Just got out of the studio. I’m so sorry, we lost track of time.

Noah: Do you still want me to come over?

Your fingers moved before you even thought:

You: Please!! It’s been a long day. I need you.

You didn’t see his reply. You’d already drifted off, your phone resting on your chest where it slipped from your hand.

You only woke when you heard the front door open. The sound of keys, the soft click of the door shutting.

“Noah?” You mumbled, your voice hoarse and barely awake.

“Hey." Came his soft voice, footsteps padding toward you.

You blinked up at him. He crouched in front of you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he brushed a strand of hair from your cheek.

“I’m so sorry, I’m the worst. I didn’t mean to let you wait this long.”

“You’re not,” you whispered, sitting up. “You’re here now.”

He nodded and sat beside you, pulling you into his side without hesitation.

“You look exhausted,” he murmured, "Long day?"

“Yeah.” You didn’t even try to hide it. “I’ve been cleaning since noon. They left the place a disaster.”

He kissed the side of your head, his hand stroking your hair gently.

“You should’ve told me. I would’ve ditched the session and come to help.”

“You were busy,” you said, tilting your face toward him. “Long day too?”

He nodded.

“Yeah... But this? Right here, right now? This is what I’ve been waiting for all day.”

You sighed into him.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you more.”

A soft silence settled between the two of you, until Noah turned to face you, his lips brushing your hairline as he whispered.

“I wanna take care of you… you’ve done enough for one day.”

You nodded, and let your eyes close again as his hand found your thigh, stroking slow, soothing patters up and down your skin. Your body relaxed, sinking into him. His touch was warm and gentle, fingertips brushing just beneath the hem of your shirt.

“Come on,” he whispered, helping you up. “Let’s get you to bed.”

The two of you moved through the dark house together, soft footed and quiet until you reached your bedroom. You winced when he flicked on the main light by instinct, and he quickly apologised, switching it off again as you turned on your bedside lamp, casting a softer glow over the two of you.

You climbed under the covers with a sigh, sinking into the pillows. Noah peeled off his shirt and skinny jeans, dropping them in the corner, leaving him in just his boxers, before climbing under the sheets with you. His warmth enveloped you immediately.

“You really cleaned all day?” He asked, voice low as his fingers traced over your shoulder beneath the loose fabric of your shirt.

“Yeah. Cleaned stuff. Moved stuff. Did all the laundry. Look, I even put my plushies in the corner and put the good pillows on your side of the bed.”

He chuckled softly.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” you whispered, watching his face in the golden glow of your lamp. “You’re staying all week. Wanna make it feel like it’s yours too.”

He looked at you then, and something in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re too good to me." He said.

You smiled faintly, tracing the edge of his jaw with your fingertips.

“I just missed you… I haven’t seen you all week.”

“I missed you more.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your temple, then your cheek, then your jaw. And then, softer, he whispered, “You know what I missed the most?”

You barely managed a sleepy hum.

“The way you sound when I touch you...”

You shivered under his touch as his hand trailed down again, sliding beneath your shirt, warm palm smoothing over your stomach before dipping under the waistband of your underwear.

His lips brushed under your ear.

“Let me take care of you tonight. You’ve done enough.”

“Please.” You gave the smallest nod, eyes fluttering shut again.

And then his fingers found you, already soft, warm, and aching.

“Always so wet for me,” he whispered. “And we've got all week for this.”

“God, I can't wait...” You mumbled, though you were barely clinging to consciousness, your body pliant and loose under his touch.

He kissed your lips, deep and slow, while his fingers stroked you in lazy circles, every movement gentle. Like he had nowhere else to be, he just wanted to take his time, he wanted to feel every second this with you.

Your hips rocked into his hand, a quiet whimper escaping your throat. He shushed you sweetly, kissing your neck as he slipped two long fingers inside you, curling them just right.

Your thighs trembled a little, your hand finding his arm, your breath catching as his thumb worked your clit.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just let go, baby... I got you.”

And so you did. A soft cry, barely louder than a breath, left your lips, your body trembled, and you tightened around his fingers.

Noah kept his forehead pressed to yours, kissing you gently through it, murmuring praise as your body relaxed again.

Slowly, he eased his fingers out and cleaned them with his mouth, humming faintly. You were barely conscious by now, eyelids fluttering.

He shifted just enough to pull you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. His cock hard, pressed painfully against your thigh, but he didn’t move.

“You’re out, aren’t you?” He whispered, smiling as you gave no answer. Just a little peaceful sigh.

You were asleep.

He kissed your jaw, then tucked his face into your neck.

"All week with you..." He smiled against your skin.

And then he held you, just like that. Still hard, his cock aching, but he was still content.

Because after a long week, you were his favourite place to rest, too.

...

Day One

You woke to the smell of something buttery and sweet.

The sunlight came through your blinds in delicate slats, warming the sheets where your body had long since shifted in search of the familiar weight that had disappeared from your side. You stirred, stretching with a groggy yawn, and reached for the cool side of the bed, to find it empty.

But then the door creaked open.

Noah stepped in, shirtless, long hair messy from sleep, carrying a tray with two mugs, a plate stacked with pancakes, and a bottle of maple syrup clutched in his teeth.

You blinked up at him, still half asleep.

“Wow... should I get used to this?” You chuckled, sitting up slowly as you blinked the sleep out of your eyes.

He laughed around the bottle, setting the tray carefully on your lap.

“You think I was gonna let you survive off pop tarts for a week?”

You smiled, rubbing your eyes.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“Yeah, I did,” he said, settling beside you. “And last night proved it.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

“I’m sorry I passed out so fast. I wanted to stay awake for you.”

He nudged your shoulder gently.

“You don’t ever have to apologise for being exhausted. You worked your ass off yesterday.”

“Still. I literally must've fell asleep mid orgasm. You didn't even... get anything.”

"It's okay," he chuckled, "I've never fingered anyone to sleep before, it was kinda hot."

You smacked his thigh, laughing as he handed you your coffee.

“You’re such a menace.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, “But I made you blueberry pancakes.”

You both dug in, legs brushing under the sheets. The quiet was soft, punctuated only by syrupy bites and the occasional sleepy smile passed between you.

When the plate was nearly empty, he nudged you again.

“So... Anything you wanna do today?”

You licked syrup from your thumb and looked him dead in the eye.

“Yeah. You.”

"Damn," his brows lifted, and he couldn't hide his grin, "That was direct.”

You shrugged innocently.

“I’m rested now.”

"I know." He leaned in, kissing your cheek. “That actually reminds me, I bought something for you... It's still in my car.”

You tilted your head, intrigued.

“What kind of something?”

“You’ll see." He said with a smirk, "Just give me a second.”

You slid out of bed, careful with the tray, and padded barefoot downstairs to rinse off the dishes. The water ran over your hands as you heard the front door open and Noah’s footsteps on the gravel outside. You dried your hands quickly, the curiosity growing louder.

By the time he returned, you were waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He shut the door behind him with his shoulder, holding a small black box tucked under one arm.

Your eyebrows shot up.

“Is that for me?”

“Mhmm,” he said, smirking slightly. “Something I’ve been thinking about getting you for a while. Wasn’t sure if it’d be too much, but… after the last night at my place?” He held it out. “Figured you might like it.”

You took the box from his hands slowly, glancing up at him before opening it.

Neatly nestled inside, was a toy?

It was realistic. A light flesh toned. Veined, soft silicone, lifelike in the curve of the shaft and the shape of the head. Slightly smaller than him, but detailed, with a smooth base and a small button where the vibrations would activate, and it came with a remote.

Your mouth parted.

“Oh my god.”

“It’s a little smaller than me,” he said, suddenly sheepish. “Bit shorter, not as thick, so it's less intense.” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly avoiding your eyes.

How have you made Noah Sebastian, your best friend, certified slut in your hometown, blush over a sex toy.

“Last time we tried… at my place… I know it hurt. I hated seeing you uncomfortable. So I figured this might help. You could get used to the stretch at your own pace. No pressure... And it doubles as a vibrator.” He chuckled.

You blinked down at the toy again, your heart clenching at how thoughtful that was, in a rather strange way. He remembered. He noticed. And instead of pulling away, or letting it scare him off, he’d taken the time to find a way to make it better for you.

“Noah,” you whispered, stunned. “This is… this is insane.”

His expression shifted, nervous now.

“Insane bad?”

“No,” you breathed. “It's... hot. You got me this...? For that reason?”

“Well, yeah,” he murmured, stepping in closer. “And because, y'know, I can’t always be here. Figured this way, when you need something, or someone, you don’t have to wait for me. And maybe… it’ll help you, you could kinda get used to it so it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

You could barely breathe. The sincerity of it all lodged deep in your chest.

“I don’t even know what to say...” You murmured, eyes still on the box.

He gently took it from your hands, setting it down on the kitchen island. Then his arms were around your waist, drawing you in.

“You don’t have to say anything yet,” he said, voice low. “I can show you how to use it... if you want.”

You looked up at him, heart fluttering.

“Oh, I want.”

His fingers gripped your hips tighter. The air between you grew heavier, slower, tighter.

But just as he bent down to kiss you-

Your phone buzzed.

You blinked, glancing toward the counter. The screen lit up with a message.

Folio: hey u home? noah told us he's staying with u this week. me n matt wanna come over. u got snacks?

Noah saw it too and groaned softly.

"Tell them we're not here."

You stifled a laugh, biting your lip.

"Folio lives down the road, he'll see your car."

"We could've walked somewhere! C'mon-"

"Noah, we have all week," you smiled, "One afternoon with your friends over just means they won't turn up unannounced later."

He leaned his forehead against yours with a dramatic sigh.

"Fine." He said, pulling away slowly with one last squeeze to your waist, “But once they leave, we're going straight up to your bed."

"Once they're gone..." you smirked, a hand on his chest as you looked up into his eyes, "We could even try it out on the couch."

Noah's face flushed, you watched his eyes darken and his breathing slow.

"What have I turned you into."

...

The guys had been here for a while now, and you could tell Noah was getting restless. You all played halo for a bit, and were now in the middle of watching a movie. Folio was shovelling popcorn into his mouth when he suddenly blurted,

“Do you think Beth would go out with me?”

You blinked, trying to act surprised.

“Beth? My Beth?”

“Obviously not his Beth, genius.” Matt snorted, not even looking away from the game.

You smacked his arm, then turned to Folio with a grin.

“Wait. Are you being serious?”

Folio shrugged like it was no big deal, but his ears went a little red.

“Yeah, I mean… she’s hot, she's cool, but she's kinda intimidating. I dunno, that's whay I thought I'd ask you first. I was thinking maybe I’d ask her to get drinks or something.”

You gasped.

“Yes, oh my god, you have to! She would love that... She’s been asking about you, actually.”

"Really?" His brows lifted.

“Really.” You grinned.

“Shit.” He leaned back, puffing out his cheeks. “Okay. Cool. No pressure.”

Noah, sitting next to you on the couch, shot you a look that said are we really doing this now, but you were beaming.

The night carried on with more trash talk, half-finished snacks, and plenty of laughter. But eventually, the mood started to lull, Matt yawned, then Folio yawned, and eventually, they decided it was time to leave. They thanked you for the snacks, and Folio thanked you for the advice.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, a heavy silence settled in the room, and then Noah practically pounced. He strode past you and yanked the curtains closed with one swift tug.

“Finally.” He muttered under his breath, then he turned, grinning like the devil himself.

You tried to hide your smirk as you headed towards the kitchen, to the island, but the heat in your cheeks gave you away.

“You've been so patient.” You chuckled.

“Barely.” His voice had already dropped an octave, low and rough. “You said you’d use it on the couch.”

“I did,” you said sweetly, lifting the box like it weighed nothing and bringing it back into the living room. “So? Are you gonna teach me how to use it, or what?”

Noah didn’t answer. He just closed the distance between you in two long strides.

“Sit,” he said, voice all grit and command. “Now.”

You did.

He reached past you, pulled the toy from the box, and turned itover in his hand, inspecting it carefully before glancing up at you with a raised brow.

“I’ll go clean it first.”

You blinked.

“Now?”

“Yeah, now. Hygiene's important, baby,” he said, very matter of factly, but his eyes were dark. “Especially with anything going in you.”

You bit your lip, heat pooling low in your belly at how casual he made it sound, like he was just taking care of you, because he was.

He padded into the kitchen, cleaned it thoroughly, and wiped it down with a cloth he warmed under hot water. He returned a minute later, eyes dropping between your legs, still crouched slightly to look at you.

“Okay. Lie back,” he murmured. “And touch yourself for me.”

You stared.

“Don’t be shy. I want you warmed up for it. You need to be wet, or else it'll hurt.” He sat beside you now, legs spread lazily, one arm draped over the back of the couch. “You can do that, can’t you? Let me watch you get yourself ready to take it?”

You swallowed, heart thudding.

“Yeah… I mean- yeah.”

You lay back against the pillows and slipped out of your shorts and panties, before reaching back down, breath shaky, your fingers finding their way between your thighs. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched, eyes locked to your every movement like it was the only thing that mattered.

But you were already too in your head.

You rubbed slowly, trying to find just the right amount of pressure, but it just wasn’t right. The anticipation was working you up, making everything harder. You already knew your fingers wouldn't be enough, you were aching for more and if anything they only made it worse.

You let out a frustrated breath and tilted your head toward him.

“It’s not working again.” You groaned.

“Hey, hey. That’s okay.” He said, his voice gentle as he moved closer to you.

You opened your mouth to reply, but he was already moving, gently pushing your hand aside.

“Let me.” He whispered.

You nearly whined.

He moved so he was now knelt on the floor between your legs, fingers gliding softly over your thighs, holding them open.

“Fuck,” he breathed, looking up at you as he traced two fingers over your folds, aready making you gasp. He used his thumbs to part you softly, and whisper, “Look at this… She’s perfect.”

The tip of his finger traced slow, teasing circles over your clit, and you saw him smirk to himself as you lifted your hips, chasing the feeling.

He shifted slightly, playing with your clit with his thumb with one hand, whilst he slipped his index finger of the other into you slowly…

“Shit... she’s sucking on my fingers like she knows what’s coming.”

He slowly worked the one long finger in and out, taking in how slick it was on the way out, and groaning at how warm you were as he slipped it inside, a second finger joining the first.

“You think this toy’s gonna help you take me, baby?” he asked softly, kissing the inside of your thigh. “I think it will. But not tonight. Tonight, I want to feel you lose your mind on something almost as big as me.” You didn’t beed to look up at him to see the dirty smirk on his face.

Noah’s eyes didn’t leave yours as he took the toy in his hand. Then, softly, like he was asking you to do the most natural thing in the world, he said

“Open your mouth.”

You blinked, looking up at him as if to say really?

“You should know how it feels first, don’t you think? Before I slide it into this sweet little pussy.”

He brought the tip to your mouth, and you took it in slowly, the shape familiar but not exact, still, the feel of it on your tongue made heat travel down your spine. It was warm now, from his hands, and as you sucked, your eyes glanced down...

His cock was hard. So hard you could see the tension in how he held himself, knuckles pale against his thigh, jaw clenched.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, watching your lips around the toy, sucking and licking it like it was his. “That’s so dirty. So good.”

He pulled it from your mouth with a soft pop and leaned in to kiss you, deep and hot and needy, letting out that soft groan he made whenever you let him take control.

“Lie back again, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips. “Legs open for me.”

You obeyed without hesitation.

Noah sat between your thighs again, kissed up the inside of your leg, and clicked the toy on. He pressed the vibrating tip of it gently to your clit, just enough to tease, not to overwhelm.

The vibration sent a shock through you. Your breath caught as your hips bucked so slightly.

“Feel good?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, breathlessly.

“So good... Noah…”

But just when the feeling was starting to build, when you thoight he might let you cum first like this, he turned it off.

“No!” You almost whined.

He just grinned, the smug bastard.

“Patience,” he said, kissing your hip. “You’ll thank me.”

He angled the toy lower, sliding the tip between your folds.

“Deep breath for me, baby... if you want to stop, you tell me. If it's too much or you want me to go slower, you tell me.”

"Yes..." You muttered, breathless.

And then he eased the tip in, his thumb working your clit at the same time, hoping the pleasure would overtake any pain.

“Oh my god-” you moaned, the stretch making your walls flutter already.

“Fuck,” he rasped, watching your body take it. “You feel that? Baby, that’s just the tip...”

You clenched around it instinctively, and he stroked your thigh, soothing you.

“You're taking it soo well,” he said, voice low and ragged. “You're so wet... so ready."

You whimpered, legs trembling as he pushed it in a little further, slow and careful, until it was halfway in. Your moan turned desperate, fingers digging into the cushions.

“More?” he asked, his eyes molten. “You want more?”

You nodded, already ruined.

“Please, Noah.”

Noah pushed the toy deeper, inch by inch, his eyes locked on your face as your mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured. “Taking it all…”

When it was finally fully nestled inside, he paused.

And he just held it there.

You squirmed almost immediately, overwhelmed by how full you felt, how warm the silicone had become inside you, and how right it felt inside. You hadn’t felt anything inside you besides his fingers since your first time, you almost forgot how it felt.

But still, the toy didn’t move, Noah didn’t let it, which only made the ache more maddening.

“Noah, please!”

“I know,” he said, stroking your thigh with the backs of his fingers. “It’s a lot. Gotta get your pussy used to it first, though.”

He leaned in, kissed the inside of your knee.

“Gotta stretch you out so next time, when it’s me, you won’t feel any pain. Just this...”

You clenched around the toy instinctively, desperate for friction. Your hands gripped the couch cushion behind you, hips rocking up just enough to feel it shift inside you.

“No,” he said gently, pressing his hand to your hip to still you. “Let it sit there. Just get used to it...”

You whined, frustrated.

He smiled, that evil smirk, and his thumb brushed over your clit again.

“Patience, baby. Trust me. You’ll thank me when you cum harder than ever.”

A minute passed. Then another.

You were throbbing, the ache was becoming unbearable. And it wasn’t until your eyes began to well with overwhelmed tears, he whispered.

“Okay. Hold this for me quickly.”

You blinked.

“What?”

He gently guided your hand down, curling your fingers around the base of the toy.

“I need to grab a towel,” he said, standing. “You’re already making a mess, and I’m not letting you ruin your parents’ couch.”

Your mouth fell open, stunned at the casual filth of that sentence.

Noah turned, walked toward the hallway, and looked over his shoulder.

“Keep it inside. Don’t move it, cos I’ll know if you did.”

The second he disappeared, you whined helplessly, gripping the toy in place, hips rolling as your body tried to chase more friction, and even just that simple movement felt delicious.

By the time he came back with a towel in his hand, you were flushed and trembling.

He took one look at you and grinned.

“You followed directions.” He murmured approvingly.

“Barely.”

He laid the towel out beneath your hips, gently repositioning you until you were right where he wanted you, legs open, flushed and wanting.

Then, without a word, he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh.

His hand returned to the base of the toy, and he started to move it.

Slow, little thrusts at first, just enough to tease as he got you used to the feeling.

Your body arched, the feeling addictive now that it moved, your moan echoing off the living room walls.

“That’s it,” Noah whispered. “Be as loud as you want… it’s just us.”

He leaned forward, his other hand that had been pressed down on your lower belly to keep you still moved, and his thumb began to rub circles on your clit.

You gasped, nails digging into his arm, your thighs trembled, your back arched, and he didn’t stop, just gave you more.

He whispered through it, the dirtiest things you’ve ever heard falling from his lips.

“So perfect… Wish you could see how she takes it, fuck, you’re clenching so tight. You’re so close already, aren’t you?”

You whimpered something unintelligible.

“Shhh, I know, baby. Just let it happen. Just feel all of it, it's good, huh?”

He moved faster now, careful but relentless, the toy stroking every inch of your walls while his thumb traced circles over your clit, and it was too much.

You broke with a cry, body trembling under him, your orgasm crashing over you hard and fast like a tidal wave.

Noah whispered sweet praises through it all, telling you how good you were, how beautiful you looked like this, how he couldn’t wait to feel you fall apart like that around him next time.

And when it was over, when you lay there shaking, he pulled the toy out carefully and slowly, then set it aside, and cradled you against his chest.

You didn’t have the strength to speak. You wanted to thank him, to tell him how good it was- though you guessed he already knew. So you just curled into him and sighed, heart pounding, pussy still pulsing from how good it had felt. And Noah just held you until you were ready to move again.

A couple minutes passed and you stirred a little in his arms, cheek pressed against his chest, still flushed and glowing from everything he'd just done to you.

But then as you shifted slighlty, you felt it.

Pressed firm against your thigh.

He was still hard.

“You really watched all that and didn’t cum?” You smirked against his skin.

He let out a soft laugh.

“Barely. I was this close.”

“Seriously?” You tilted your head up.

He gave you a look.

“Yes. I almost came in my pants. Had to breathe through it like I was in labour or some shit.”

You grinned, playful now, as your fingers danced over his chest.

“Well, we can’t have that...”

His brows lifted, caught off guard as you slid down between his legs, settling down on your knees on the floor.

“Wait-”

But you were already pulling at the waistband of his sweats.

He hissed softly as his cock sprang free, flushed, swollen, leaking. It looked painful.

Your mouth practically watered at the sight, and then you looked up at him. He looked wrecked already, pupils blown wide as you leaned in and pressed a kiss to the base of his cock, just by his balls.

“You don’t have to-”

“Noah, I want to.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

The first time you’d ever done this, a week ago, he’d been gentle. He was careful with you, and he talked you through every movement, stopping often to check you were okay.

But now?

Now you wanted to be more messy with it, you were desperate to taste him again, to see the effect you had on him.

You licked up his length, keeping your eyes on his, before wrapping your lips around the head, giving it a soft kiss, and then sucking him into your mouth.

“Jesus, fuck-” He groaned, already losing his mind.

You took more, hollowing your cheeks, letting your tongue swirl around him. He was salty, warm and perfect. Your hands curled around what you couldn’t take, stroking him as you sucked him harder, messier, leaving his dick coated in spit and precum.

“God, you’re getting so good at this.” He gasped, one hand sliding into your hair, not to push you, just anchoring himself.

The praise only made you more confident, and hungrier.

You moaned around him, watching how his thighs tensed, how his abs flexed, how his jaw clenched.

And then his voice broke, ragged and trembling.

“Fuck, baby... I’m not gonna last-”

Hearing how wrecked and desperate he sounded only made you work harder, wanting him to cum for you again.

He cursed, hips bucking once, making you take him deeper in your mouth, before he caught himself.

“You want me to come in your mouth this time?... think you can take it?”

You looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips stretched around his cock, and nodded.

That did it for him.

His whole body trembled as he came, moaning your name, spilling his warmth down your throat.

You swallowed every drop, and kept sucking, milking him truly, until he gently tugged your hair, breathless.

“Fuck... Thank you.”

You pulled off with a soft pop, licking your lips, flushed and smug.

Noah stared at you like he might combust.

“You just-”

“Swallowed,” you finished, proud, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. “And it felt good.”

He dragged you into his lap and kissed you breathlessly, his fingers cradling your jaw.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

"Seriously?" Your eyes narrowed in disbelief, "Out of everyone that's ever sucked your dick-"

"You know you're different, baby." He whispered, kissing your cheek, "You actually mean something to me."

...

Day Two

It was definitely past noon when you woke up, your body half draped over Noah’s in your bed. The room was warm, but the occasional breeze came in through the open window.

Noah was still asleep beneath you, one arm loosely wrapped around your waist, the other under the pillow by his head. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath you, bare and warm beneath your cheek, and you lazily traced the lines of the ink on his skin.

Your thigh was resting in between his, tangled beneath the sheets. His body was warm beneath yours, and as you shifted ever so slightly, you suddenly became aware of two things.

One, you were still bare from the waist down.

Two, Noah was hard.

You swallowed hard, looking up at him. He was still out cold, softly sleeping. His lips slightly parted, his dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks liek he was dreaming.

You should leave him be, let him rest. It’s not often he gets the chance to sleep in.

But instead, your hips rocked ever so slightly, your core pulsing as you heard him groan in his sleep.

Still half asleep yourself, your hips moved again, this time a little more intentionally. Slow, gentle friction, just enough to get a little more of that sleepy contact. You weren’t even sure if you were doing it for you or for him. Probably both.

You felt him stir beneath you, a hand sliding up your back beneath your (his) shirt, palm splayed between your shoulder blades as he let out a groggy hum.

“Morning,” he rasped, his voice gravelly from sleep. “You tryna kill me, or…?”

You smiled, nose brushing against his collarbone.

“You’re the one poking me!”

“Natural reaction to waking up with you rubbing on me like a needy little-“

Before he could finish, his phone rang sharply on the nightstand. You both froze.

Noah groaned like he’d just been shot.

“No fucking way…” You watched him reach for it blindly, groaning again as he checked the screen. “It’s Folio.”

“What? Why’s he calling you at-“ you glanced at the clock, “…11:47?”

“Folio.” He answered with a sigh. “This better be important.” You could only hear Noah’s side of the call, but his expression immediately shifted from annoyance to something that resembled amusement. “You’re where?” He ran a hand down his face. “Dude. Are you serious? Who the fuck falls asleep on a stranger’s couch and gets kicked out by their parents?”

You sat up a little, snorting into the blanket.

“Yeah, fine, I’ll come and get you.” Noah sighed.

He hung up and flopped back into the pillow with a groan.

“What happened?” You asked, already grinning.

“He went to some party last night, got drunk, crashed on the couch. Turns out it was someone’s family home. The parents found him when they came home this morning and kicked him out.”

You tried not to laugh, but failed.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s sitting on the front porch like a stray cat.”

You collapsed back into the sheets, covering your face.

“God, I can’t believe this.”

Noah rolled over, nuzzling your neck with a dramatic sigh.

“We were literally about to have sleepy morning sex. Now I have to put on pants and rescue a moron.”

“Poor baby.” You teased, pouting as you stroked his hair gently.

“Don’t move… As soon as I get back we’re finishing what you started.”

“I won’t.” You kissed the top of his head. “Now go get your friend.”

After Noah got dressed and left, you stayed there, in bed, that ache only growing between your thighs. You pressed your thighs together, trying to get some kind of relief, but it was no good. You couldn’t stop thinking about how he felt pressed against your thigh.

You tried again to use your fingers, touching yourself to try to relieve the ache, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't him.

Your eyes drifted over to the nightstand, where the toy Noah had given you yesterday was tucked away.

He did say he got it for you for when you needed something, or someone.

With a sigh, you got up. You cleaned the toy, and lied back in your bed, legs spread, staring up at the ceiling like it might help you.

You reached down again, between your thighs, and you were certainly slick. You slid the tip of the toy through your folds, quite enjoying the way the head felt as it caught your clit. You found your hips moving as if they had a mind of their own, rocking with every move you made.

You angled it to your entrance, your eyes screwing shut as you eased it in... but surprisingly, it didn't hurt. There was still a slight sting, but once the tip had slipped in, you let out a breathy moan, feeling nothing but pleasure as the rest filled you.

Once the whole length of the toy was in, you felt your walls clench around it. It almost felt perfect...

With one hand holding the base of the toy, the other found your clit again, rubbing tight little circles as you began to ease the toy out, before pressing it back in again, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

The soft squelch of your arousal made you blush, even though you were the only one to hear. It was embarrassing how wet you were, how easy it was to imagine it was him instead. That it was Noah pushing into you, whispering things in your ear, calling you a good girl while his hands gripped your waist and guided every stroke, like he had done when it was your first time.

You whimpered, hips beginning to rise to meet the thrust of the toy, your fingers never easing on your clit. It felt good, so good, but still not quite good enough. Not as good as him.

Your legs trembled as you started to move faster, the toy gliding in and out with more ease now, your slick coating it completely. You moaned quietly, biting your lip, you were getting close, you could feel it building.

And then you heard the creak of the floorboards outside your room...

You jumped. The sudden sound pulled you out of the daze you were in, your eyes half lidded as you gazed towards your bedroom door.

Noah was back.

He stood in the doorway, eyes wide, chest rising and falling like he’d just run the whole way back.

His gaze dropped to between your thighs, the toy he had given you buried deep inside you, your fingers still rubbing your clit, and his expression changed in an instant.

“Oh, don’t stop.” He said, shutting the door behind him.

Your breath caught.

“Noah-”

He was already walking toward you, his eyes dark with something intense. Something possessive. Something only for you.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he murmured, dropping onto the bed beside you. “You were gonna cum without me? Let me miss all the fun?”

You couldn’t speak. You just whimpered, nodding helplessly.

He leaned closer, taking the toy from your hand and sliding it in deep, making you cry out.

"Since you clearly couldn’t wait,” he smirked, settling back against the pillows, “Then do it right.”

He carefully pulled the toy out, slick and warm, and guided it to sit between his legs and tapped the spot in front of him.

“Ride it for me.”

Your stomach flipped.

“Noah…”

He smiled, wicked and soft all at once.

“You said you wouldn’t move. So now you’re gonna ride this, and cum nice and messy for me.”

Still breathless, you nodded, climbing into his lap and straddling the toy between his thighs. He helped you to guide yourself back down onto it, gasping as it filled you again, and you felt it deeper this time.

Noah’s hands rested on your waist, grounding you.

“Good girl,” he whispered, voice thick. “Just like that... Touch your clit again for me.”

You began to move, doing as he said with your eyes locked on his. Every rock of your hips dragged the toy just right against your walls, your clit rubbing deliciously against your palm as you worked yourself closer and closer...

And all the while, Noah watched you, a lazy expression on his face as he leaned back against the pillows, arms behind his head, just taking in the sight in front of him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, watching your body tremble. “You look so pretty when you’re desperate for it.”

You didn't realise tears had slipped down your cheeks until Noah's thumb came up to wipe them. The pleasure was so overwhelming. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, hips still rocking, but your body trembling now, so so close to breaking.

Noah’s gaze never wavered, his eyes remained dark and intense, yet still full of admiration as he watched you. His cock was hard in his jeans, painfully so, and the sight made something flutter in your chest... a fierce, tender want to give back, to make him feel just as good as he always makes you.

Slowly, carefully, you slid your hand down, fingers trembling, hands a little shaky as they found the waistband of his jeans. You hesitated a moment, then unbuttoned them before gently pushing them down, freeing his cock.

“Can I?” You whispered, eyes searching his face for permission as you started to work his length with your hand, "I need it... Want to feel it in me again..."

"Are you sure, baby? Are you ready?" He asked, his voice cautious even as he bit back a groan.

"Yes... Please..."

He hesitated, just for a moment, then nodded, lips parted, voice rough.

"Okay... but take it slow, I don't want to hurt you."

With a shaky breath, you the toy out from between your folds, still slick and warm, and slid yourself down, inch by delicious inch, until you were fully seated on him. The heat of him filled you in a way no toy ever could.

A shudder rolled through your body as your hips adjusted to his length, the slow stretch pulling a gasp from your lips. Your hands found his shoulders, and Noah’s hands found your hips, steadying you, guiding you as you rocked gently back and forth.

“Shit... you feel so good,” he murmured against your skin, one hand trailing up your spine to cradle your neck. “You’re perfect.”

...

You weren’t sure how long you've been like this, pressed to his chest, legs still trembling slightly, his arms wrapped tight around your waist. Your legs were tangled with his, your inner thighs gooey, your bodies still slick, a reminder what just happened. Your cheek rested over his heartbeat, and you had never felt so safe.

Noah stroked your back slowly, fingertips barely there, drawing lazy shapes down your spine. One of his hands moved to gently cup the back of your head, fingers combing through your hair in a soothing rhythm. You melted into it, letting your weight fully settle on top of him.

“You okay?” He murmured, voice rough with tenderness.

You nodded against him.

“Mmhm... I don't think I've ever been better."

“Me too. That was…” He trailed off, hand still in your hair, lips grazing the side of your head. “You were so good, baby. Always are... I'm so lucky you trust me with this.”

Your throat felt a little tight. Not just from his praise, but the way he held you like he was never going to let go, like he wasn't just holding you for your pleasure, but his too. You reached down for the throw blanket at the edge of the bed and tugged it over the two of you.

He let you settle in, nuzzling into your shoulder now, his breath a warm against your skin as you shuffled closer to him.

Just as your eyes were fluttering shut, your phone began to ring from the nightstand.

You groaned quietly, half burying your face in Noah’s shoulder.

“Who the fuck…”

“Want me to check it?” He offered, but you reached for it blindly, blinking at the screen.

“Oh shit, it's dad." You muttered.

"Answer it, baby. Or he'll worry."

So you did, quickly hitting accept and trying to sound as normal as possible.

“Hey!”

“Hey, sweetie,” came his familiar voice, full of warmth. “Just checking in. Everything okay? You doing alright by yourself?”

You sat up slightly, clearing your throat and glancing at Noah, who was watching you sleepily, still sprawled in your bed. His hand was resting on your bare hip, thumb stroking softly.

“Yeah… I’m good.”

There was a pause.

“You sure?” your dad asked gently. “You sound tired, honey.”

“I just woke up from a nap,” you lied smoothly. “But I’m safe. I’m not alone, anyway.”

“Oh?” He asked, and you could practically hear the teasing in his voice.

“Noah’s staying here for the week.”

You heard a low chuckle.

“Ah, good. Glad he’s there. Kid’s practically part of the family at this point.”

You smiled without realising.

“Yeah. He’s been... taking care of me.”

“Always knew he would,” your dad said softly. “You tell him I said thank you.”

“Noah,” you turned your head toward him, covering the phone slightly. “My dad says thank you.”

Noah stretched a little, grinning.

“Tell him he still owes me a steak dinner, it's the least I deserve for putting up with you.”

You laughed and passed it on. Your dad chuckled.

“Little shit. I’ll grill him two when I’m back... Alright, I’ll let you get back to your day, well, nap. Just wanted to check in. Love you, sweetie.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

“And tell Noah I love him too, even if he eats all the snacks when he’s over.”

“I heard that!” Noah called in the background.

Your dad just laughed.

“You take care of each other.”

“We always do.” You promised, before the call ended.

You set the phone aside, heart just a little fuller than before. Noah stretched his arms out with a dramatic yawn, then reached for you.

“C’mere.”

You crawled back into his arms without hesitation, letting yourself sink into his chest again. You could feel the slow beating of his heart against your cheek.

“Your dad loves me.” He muttered smugly.

You rolled your eyes fondly.

“Yeah, yeah... Don’t let it go to your head."

…

Day Three

It was hot. Too hot.

Noah was sat inside, wearing just a pair of black shorts, whilst you were lying outside under the sun, wearing just a bikini- well, bikini bottoms... you didn't bother with the top. You knew it would only be Noah here to see, and you had nothing to hide in front of him, and your neighbours couldn't see you anyway.

You had been waiting for Noah to finally join you for a while now, you wanted to ask him for help with the sunscreen, but he'd been too busy taking work calls all morning.

But then you heard the back door slide open.

“Noah?” You called without lifting your head.

"Hm?" He hummed, and you looked over, seeing him standing at the back door with a glass of water in one hand, his black shorts slung low on his hips, and nothing else.

“Will you put sunscreen on me?” You asked with a small smirk.

He stepped outside, already smiling, like he’d been waiting for you to ask.

“Is this an invitation or a test?”

“Bit of both.” You shrugged lazily.

That made him chuckle, and the sound did something to your stomach. He set the glass down on the small table beside you and picked up the bottle of sunscreen, flipping it open as he stepped behind you.

You felt the first cold splash hit the middle of your back and flinched.

“Too cold?” He asked softly, smoothing his hands across your skin.

“A little.”

His hands were warm and slow, spreading the lotion in careful strokes down your back, over your shoulders, down each side. His fingers slid beneath the curve of your arm, then dipped to trace along the edge of your ribs. When he reached your waist, he let out a quiet breath.

“You forgot your top." He said with a soft chuckle.

You turned your head slightly, offering a smug little grin.

“No, I didn’t.”

He chuckled, then shifted to kneel beside you, his thighs pressing against the lounger’s edge. You felt his gaze drag across your body, the subtle curve of your side, the dip of your waist, the soft swell of your chest pressed against the towel beneath you.

“I’m gonna have to flip you.” He murmured.

You raised your eyebrows.

“You’re not even gonna buy me dinner first?”

He grinned and carefully slipped his hands beneath you. You let him guide you onto your back, arms folding loosely over your stomach as you laid exposed under the sun, nipples hardening immediately in anticipation.

His gaze darkened, then flicked to the sunscreen.

“I should do your front too, y'know... just to make sure you don't miss a spot.”

“You really should.” You grinned.

Noah squeezed more lotion into his hands and rubbed them together, then lowered them to your chest. He started slow, palms covering your breasts, thumbs gliding over your nipples in soft, rhythmic circles, making them harden under his touch.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the moment, the warmth of his touch, the sun on your skin... you felt like you were in heaven.

“You’ve got the prettiest tits." He murmured, more to himself than you.

You bit your lip, a small moan slipping out as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, brushing each one until your hips shifted unconsciously against the lounger.

“Okay,” you murmured, voice low. “You’re pushing your luck.”

He only smirked.

“You’d tell me if you wanted me to stop.”

Your answer was silence, nothing but a slight smirk.

His hands drifted lower, gliding down your stomach, skimming the waistband of your bikini bottoms. His thumbs tucked under the sides, pausing.

“May I?”

“Please.” You nodded, already breathless.

He pulled them down slowly, exposing you fully. You felt the breeze against your slickness, before his hands were there, spreading sunscreen over the soft curves of your hips, then lower, until his fingertips brushed between your legs.

You whimpered.

“Look at you,” he murmured, kneeling beside you again. “All slick and warm already. You been laying out here with your tits out, just waiting for me to come out and touch you?”

“Maybe." You breathed.

He leaned down, breath ghosting over your stomach.

"God, you don't know what you do to me."

Two fingers dipped down, stroking gently through your folds. He teased you slowly, gathering your wetness, spreading it across your clit before slipping one finger inside, then two, curling just right.

You gasped, back arching off the towel.

His other hand stroked lazy circles over your clit with his thumb, adjusting the rhythm each time you clenched around his fingers.

Then, just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, his slick thumb grazed the tight ring of your other hole, rubbing it so softly.

You jolted with a quiet cry, and he chuckled, low and dark.

"Little bit of sunscreen must’ve slid there... I was just wiping it off.”

You moaned, biting into the edge of the towel as his fingers picked up pace.

“That felt good, huh?” Noah murmured, his voice low and rough with want as he leaned closer, the tip of his thumb teasing that tight hole again, slipping just the slightest fraction inside.

"Noah..."

Your breath hitched, hips raising involuntarily into his touch, but he was gentle, patient, his fingers curling just right inside you, slow and deliberate.

His mouth found your clit before you could even think to pull away, and it was warm and wet, tongue flicking and swirling in messy, eager licks that made your body shudder. His breath was hot and uneven against your skin, lips sucking and nibbling just enough to make you want more, want him to never stop. You felt like you were in heaven.

You bit down harder on the towel, muffling your loud moans as he slid his thumb continued to tease your other hole, circling it with soft, tantalizing strokes.

“God, you taste so good.” He whispered, lips against your clit, voice thick with need as his fingers pumped slowly inside you.

Your hands trembled, clutching the towel as your legs shook, hips bucking to meet his mouth and fingers, desperate for more friction, more pressure.

“Fuck, you’re gonna soak this towel, aren’t you?” He murmured against your skin, lips ghosting up your belly toward your mouth, catching yours in a wet, breathy kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

Your answer was a desperate, broken moan, body arching as the pleasure kept building in yout belly, making you feel a little lightheaded.

He held you down softly, fingers fucking you slow, mouth worshipping every inch he could reach. Your fingers tangled into his hair as you felt yourself about to tip over the edge...

When you finally came, shaking and gasping, your cries swallowed by his mouth, Noah kept going, working you through it.

Once it started to get too much, you grabbed his wrist, gently pulling his hand away, and he pulled back a little to look at you.

"Holy shit," Noah breathed, "That was so fucking hot."

But you weren't taking any time to recover.

"Inside. Now," you said, shooting up from the lounger and grabbing his hand, "I need you to fuck me."

You dragged him through the door, and as you were about to walk him through the house, he tugged you back, grinning as he muttered a "you're not making it past here," before he set you onto the kitchen counter.

You could see the bulge through his shorts, and you assumed he wasn't wearing any boxers underneath, and that was confirmed as he yanked his shorts down, letting his cock spring free. It was already leaking, and painfully hard.

You barely had time to gasp before he grabbed your knees and spread your legs wide.

“No teasing." You whispered, breathless and needy, "Please."

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

His hands slid beneath your thighs, lifting and guiding you toward the edge of the counter, and you could feel just how sweaty his palms were against your skin, and how slick the small of your back already was against the countertop.

He lined himself up, eyes drifting down to where you were spread for him. His brows drew together, just slightly.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

You nodded, but barely got the chance to breathe before he began to press inside slowly, carefully.

The stretch still ached a little. You squeezed your eyes shut, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he eased into you, inch by inch.

“Shit-” you whimpered, clinging to the edge of the counter as he bottomed out.

Noah stilled, breathing heavy, sweat dripping from his brow as he braced himself.

“You okay?” he asked, voice strained.

You nodded quickly, even though your eyes were still closed.

“Just… give me a second.”

His lips brushed your shoulder, a soft kiss as his hands stroked your back, grounding you.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered. “So tight.”

You let your legs relax a little around him, your body adjusting to the stretch. The burn slowly gave way to fullness, to pressure, to pleasure.

“Okay,” you whispered, forehead falling against his. “You can.. move.”

He obeyed with restraint, pulling back slowly and sinking into you again. Not rough or teasing. Just deep, slow strokes that had both of you panting from the heat and the sheer closeness of it all.

Your bodies were shining with sweat, skin sliding against skin, chests heaving in tandem. The kitchen felt sweltering now, filled with the sounds of soft gasps and skin hitting skin.

Your head fell back as your moans grew louder.

“Fuck, Noah-”

His grip tightened on your hips, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said through gritted teeth.

“You’re not, you won't,” you whimpered. “Please don’t stop.”

You clung to his shoulders, fingers digging into sweat-slick skin as he kept the pace steady and deep. Every thrust made your breath stutter, every slow drag out and push back in felt like it lit a new fuse inside you.

But it wasn’t enough anymore. You needed something more.

“Harder...” You whispered, almost too quietly.

He didn’t hear you over the sound of his own breath, heavy and ragged in your ear.

You said it again, louder this time.

“Noah... harder. Please.”

He paused mid thrust, damp forehead pressing to yours. His eyes searched your face, like he needed to be sure.

“You’re sure?”

You nodded, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

“I need it. You won't hurt me... I can take it. Please.”

Something in him snapped then.

He grabbed your hips tighter, pulling you flush to the edge of the counter so you were practically haning off, and his next thrust knocked the air from your lungs. It was faster, rougher, deeper than ever. No hesitation now. Just sweat and skin and the sound of him panting your name like it was a prayer.

“Fuck- yes, like that-” you gasped, head falling back as he picked up speed. The slap of skin echoed in the kitchen, lewd and slick and so filthy you almost couldn’t believe it.

He growled low in his throat as he drove into you harder, his restraint completely gone.

“This what you wanted?” he panted, his mouth hot at your jaw, your neck. “Wanted me to fuck you like this, huh?”

“Yes,” you choked out. “God, Noah, please don’t stop.”

Your legs trembled where they wrapped around him, your arms wrapping around his neck tighter as he fucked into you fast and relentless. Every inch of your skin burned, not just from the heat but from how good it felt to finally give in, to let him wreck you like this.

You could feel your orgasm building fast, that white hot pleasure, tight and desperate in your belly.

“I’m so close...” You gasped, barely getting the words out.

“Let go for me,” he grunted, slamming into you with everything he had. “I need to feel it... Need to feel you cum on my cock again...”

And with a broken cry, you did. Your legs shook, back arched, clenching so tight around him that it dragged a curse from his lips and sent him spiralling right after you.

He buried himself deep one last time, shuddering as he came, and then collapsed forward, arms braced on either side of you, both of you breathless and ruined in the heat.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your hearts pounding and the soft whir of the ceiling fan that was doing absolutely nothing overhead.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, boneless and buzzing, "We did it..."

“Yeah,” he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. “I'm definitely calling this week a vacation.”

The both of you took a moment before pulling apart, and you hissed as he finally pulled out, leaving you a little sore. Noah helped you down from the counter, your legs still trembling.

“Shower?” he murmured, voice rough with exhaustion, "Then we can clean up in here after... I'm just too hot and sweaty to think right now."

You nodded, barely able to form a word as he guided you down the hall.

...

The cold water was a shock at first, but it felt incredible, and rather refreshing. Noah stood behind you under the spray, arms wrapped around your waist as you both just let the water do its work. The quiet was soft, intimate. You leaned back against his chest, his hands gently smoothing soap over your skin.

After a moment, you tilted your head, looking up at him with a teasing little smile.

“You think you could go again…?”

"I want to,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your wet shoulder. “Believe me, I really do.”

You looked up at him, brows slightly furrowed.

“So… why not?”

He gave a breathy laugh, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear.

“Because of something called the refractory period.”

“The what?” You asked, your head tilted.

“It’s basically the time I need to, uh… recharge.” He smirked. “My body just doesn’t work like yours does... Once I finish, I need some time before I can go again.”

“Oh…” you blinked, then looked down between the two of you, a little disappointed. “That sucks.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

“Hey... You know I’ll make it up to you. I just need a break, angel.” That was a name he had only ever called you once. Your heart did a little dance at the sound of it again, and you felt your cheeks heat up, just as it had the first time. It was gentler than most of the names he used. Not teasing, not cheeky, just soft, like he meant it.

“Fine,” you sighed, “But only because you called me angel.”

That made him chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned forward and ran a hand through your hair.

“Knew that would work.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence after that, finishing the shower together like you had all the time in the world- which right now, you did. There was no rush, and no need to fill the quiet between you. His hands moved carefully over your skin as he helped you wash the soap away, fingers lingering at your hips, your spine, the slope of your shoulders. It wasn’t sexual in the slightest, but thoughtful. He paid attention and was careful with your body, knowing it was something he’d been trusted with, and he took that seriously, even now.

The water had cooled you both down a little. You tipped your head back to let it wash over your face one last time while he squeezed out the water from his hair.

When you finally stepped out, he offered you a towel first, waiting until you’d tucked it securely around your chest before drying himself off. The mirror had fogged up completely, blurring both of your reflections in the glass as you passed on the way out of the room.

You both went back to your room to get dressed, the air hot and sticky again. You dried off, though you weren't sure if you were damp from the shower anymore, or if you were already sweating again from the heat.

“It’s still so damn hot." You murmured, pulling on a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, nothing beneath. It was too hot.

He glanced over from where he was rifling through his bag, pulling out a pair of shorts, eyes raking over you lazily.

“I know. The shower barely helped.” He sighed.

"We could always get in the pool..." You suggested, a smirk creeping up on your face.

"Hell no," Noah laughed, "Last time we were in your pool you almost drowned me."

"Hey," you pouted, "Isn't that the point of a splashing contest? Who can splash the hardest?"

Noah chuckled, running a hand through his damp hair.

"Okay, fine, we’ll get in the pool. But first-" He pointed toward the door. "We better clean up in the kitchen."

You nodded and followed him, your bare feet soft against the floor as you made your way down the stairs. The warm summer evening breeze drifted through the open windows across the house, giving you a slight relief from the heat.

The kitchen was a little messy, some dishes in the sink, a few crumbs on the counter from your earlier snack, but nothing too bad.

Until you saw the island counter. Where Noah had fucked you on...

You felt your cheeks heat at the sight of it, you hadn't even noticed how you knocked a few things on to the floor, or how you had left a little trail of slick. You felt a little embarrassed, guilty even.

You stood still for a second, lips parting in a soft exhale.

“Yeah…” Noah said, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes landed on the same spot. “We really did a number in here, huh?”

You shot him a look, fighting back a smirk.

“You did a number on me.”

“I try my best.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the roll of paper towels, and a spray bottle of disinfectant.

“You’re cleaning that part. It was your idea to do that here, so it’s your mess- I was gonna take us to the bedroom.”

“Gladly.” He smirked, taking them from you and getting to work as you picked up some of the letters and paper that you had knocked off, setting the, back on the side.

You both moved around the kitchen, cleaning and tidying things up so you wouldn't compalin about it tomorrow. The domesticity of it was almost a little strange but a comforting contrast to what you'd gotten up to earlier. Occasionally, your arms would brush or his hand would land on the small of your back as he moved past, casual and thoughtless but made you feel warm inside.

When the kitchen was clean, sparkling even, you wiped your hands on a towel and turned to him.

“Pool time?” You grinned.

“You gonna try and drown me again?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No!" You said, eyes playful, “Just wanna get in to cool off, no contests, no drowning...”

“Alright, fair enough.” Noah chuckled.

You headed upstairs to change, peeling off your tank top and shorts and changing into another bikini, this time actually putting on the top. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and smiled, feeling a little more put together than you were earlier.

When you came back down, Noah was waiting, sitting in the living room shirtless, wearing only his boxers.

“Seriously? No swim trunks?” You asked, laughing.

He shrugged sheepishly.

“Didn’t bring any. Figured these would do.”

You bit your lip, a mischievous idea forming.

“Wait here.”

You disappeared into the guest room, the one that used to be his room when you were both younger and he's stay for the summer. You rummaged through the drawers, knowing there were still a few of his old things here.

Suddenly, a pair of old, bright orange and blue swim trunks caught your eye.

“Found something!” You called out.

Noah came in and held them up, a jokingly horrified look on his face.

“No way I'm fitting into those.”

“Want me to help you try?” You smirked.

He shook his head, laughing.

“Nah, I’m good. Boxers it is.”

You gave him a sly look, stepping closer.

“You know... you could ditch the boxers and just get naked. Nobody else is gonna see.”

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, grinning. “You like my dick that much, huh?”

You couldn’t help the blush spreading across your cheeks, looking away quickly.

“I- well, it’s not that…”

He laughed, shaking his head as he grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the stairs.

“C’mon, pool time. Let’s cool off.”

...

The water felt like heaven after suffering in the heat all day, it was cool against your skin as you waded in up to your chest. Noah ducked under for a second before resurfacing with a sharp exhale, shaking water from his hair like a dog, and laughing when droplets landed on you.

“Gross,” you teased, wiping at your face with a grin. “You’re like a labrador.”

He shrugged, floating lazily on his back.

“Labradors are loyal. I’ll take it.”

You rolled your eyes, swimming over to lean your arms on the pool edge, gazing up at the hazy, starry sky. And suddenly it was like nothing had ever changed, like you were both still kids, playing in the pool on a summers night until your parents would call you in for bed.

You sighed, a soft smile tugging at your lips at the memories that came flashing back to you.

“Remember when we used to stay out here until our fingers looked like raisins?”

Noah laughed from behind you, swimming closer.

“And your dad would get mad at us, all dramatic like, ‘You’re gonna catch a cold!’ in the middle of July.”

“He wasn’t wrong, though,” you grinned. “I got sick that one summer.”

“You got sick because you drank half the pool water trying to hold your breath longer than me.”

You turned to look at him, eyes narrowing with playful offense.

“That’s not what happened!”

“That’s exactly what happened.” He gave you a gentle splash. “You were a menace.”

You both laughed, and then it quieted. Just the sound of the water lapping against the tiles, the faint hum of night insects.

“I miss it sometimes,” you admitted, glancing up at the sky again. “How simple everything was back then. We didn’t worry about anything. It was just us, and midnight snacks, and scary movies we weren’t supposed to watch.”

Noah floated beside you, resting his arms on the edge like yours, shoulder brushing yours gently.

“Yeah. Everything felt big and exciting. Like we had all the time in the world.” A beat passed before he added, “But even now, it still kinda feels like that. With you.”

You looked over at him. He was staring up at the stars too, a soft look on his face, one you’d learned to read over the years, to recognise. The version of Noah that was calm and open and honest. The version only you ever got to see.

“I was thinking earlier,” you said, voice quiet, “About how much has changed. About how much we’ve changed. And I dunno. It’s kinda wild that I still feel like I know you better than anyone. Like even now, I know you have your band and everything... but it sometimes feels like it’s still just you and me.”

His eyes met yours, something wistful settling behind them.

“Yeah. A lot’s changed, but it’s weird how sometimes it still feels like we're still just those kids... Like nothings changed, even though everything has.”

You glanced sideways at him. He looked the most relaxed you've seen him in ages, no tension in his brows, no lines of exhaustion. Just him. Your best friend. The boy you’d grown up with. The man who now knew your body and your heart in a way no one else ever had.

“I’m really glad you came over.” You said softly. He turned his head, meeting your eyes.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Your throat tightened unexpectedly, and you blinked away the sting behind your eyes as you turned around.

“I just... I don’t say it enough. But I’m so fucking grateful for you, Noah.” You looked down at your fingers tracing idle circles in the water. “You always know exactly what to say. It’s like you have this... sixth sense for when I’m not okay. You don’t even have to ask, you're just there. Like when everything’s too loud in my brain, you know how to make it quiet. You make it bearable.”

“You do that for me too,” he said, almost like it hurt to admit. “Every time I feel like I’m slipping, like I don’t even know or recognise myself… it’s you. You pull me back. You always remind me of who I am, who I was before everything got so complicated, before the band all that...”

The lump in your throat grew, your chest aching like your ribs couldn’t quite contain everything inside you. You gave a broken sort of laugh, the kind that came with tears that stung behind your eyes.

“I don’t know who I’d be without you,” you whispered. “I really, really don’t.”

Noah moved closer, silent for a moment. Then, beneath the water his fingers found yours, threading through them with an ease that felt like breathing.

“You’ll never have to know,” he said softly. “I swear to god, you’ll never have to find out.”

The emotion welled, so raw in your chest that it burned, but just as your lip trembled and your eyes glossed over, a sharp splash of water hit your face.

You gasped, blinking through the droplets to see Noah grinning wickedly, both hands poised and ready for another splash.

“Did you seriously just...?”

“Oh, I seriously just!” He grinned.

You playfully narrowed your eyes.

“Okay... It’s on, bitch!”

*SPLASH*

...

Day Four

It was the fourth day Noah had been over, the fifth day you've been home alone, and you've run out of food in the house. The fridge was empty and the cupboards were bare. You leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at the empty pantry like it might magically fill itself.

Noah shuffled in behind you, eyes scanning the shelves as if he could conjure lunch out of thin air.

“Alright, what do we have here?” He muttered, digging through the cans and boxes on the top shelf- where you couldn't reach. Then he froze, holding up a dented tin with a faded label.

“Are these… peaches?” He asked, squinting.

You glanced at the label.

“Uh… fifteen years out of date.”

Noah held it up like some rare archaeological find.

“How is this still here? You’ve moved twice since then.”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Guess it's my parents' backup plan for the apocalypse.”

“No way I’m opening that.” Noah said, tossing it back onto the shelf with mock disgust.

"So... grocery store?"

...

The windows were down, letting the warm breeze swirl through the car as Noah’s fingers tapped along the steering wheel, his favourite fall out boy cd playing.

“I still can’t believe we went through an entire week’s worth of food in two days,” you muttered, scrolling through the notes app on your phone where you’d hastily started a shopping list. “Like... what the fuck.”

Noah snorted, shooting you a sideways glance.

“I can. We’ve either been fucking, sleeping, or acting like actual children in the pool...You wore me out, I needed fuel.” He smirked.

“Oh my god." You huffed dramatically, "So it’s my fault we went through everything in the fridge?”

“Yes,” he said again, completely serious. “You moan like that and expect me not to chug three glasses of mango juice after?”

You burst out laughing, slapping his arm lightly as he turned into the store parking lot.

“I can’t with you.”

“You could, and you did... a couple times, if I recall correctly.”

“Noah!” You squealed, laughing as you covered your face with your hands.

He just chuckled, parking the car smoothly.

“I’m just saying. If we want to survive the rest of the week, we need snacks... and probably some energy drinks, and protein bars...”

You watched him as he took the keys from the engine, taking his phone from his pocket.

“Promise not to embarrass me inside the store?” You asked.

“Absolutely not.”

“Of course not." You sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt as he climbed out.

As he rounded the front of the car to meet you on your side, he reached for your hand, giving it a casual squeeze before tugging you toward the entrance, only letting go to get a cart.

“I swear,” you muttered, nudging him with your shoulder as you walked through the doors, “If you make any dirty jokes while we’re in here, I’m walking home.”

“That’s fair,” he said. “But I do have thoughts about cucumbers when I see 'em.”

“Noah!”

He just grinned.

“Love you!”

“Unfortunately,” you muttered, grinning right back, “I love you too.”

You walked around for a few minutes, throwing some things you knew you needed into the cart (and some things you definitely didn't.) But just as you were walking down the produce aisle, you spotted something- or someone.

A guy. Alone. He looked like he was in his 60s, his grey hair only covering half of his head. He was stood very still at the end of the aisle, like he'd pause to check his grocery list- but his eyes were very much on you, and he wasn't too subtle about it either.

You looked away quickly, pretending to focus on the fruit as a chill ran over your spine. You moved a little closer to Noah, without even noticing it, your hand lightly brushing his arm as if to anchor yourself.

He didn’t notice at first. Just kept joking about the girth of one particular banana, and taking a picture of it to send to Nicholas.

But as you turned down the next aisle, and the next, you caught sight of the same man again, this time at the far end of the snacks section, pretending to look at a shelf of crackers while still watching you.

You didn’t say anything, but you had a really bad feeling setting in your stomach every time you looked at him, like you had a gut feeling something was wrong.

This time, you actually slipped your arm into Noah’s, and he looked down at you.

“You good?” He asked, a little confused.

You nodded quickly.

“Yeah. Just cold!”

His brows knitted together slightly, but he didn’t press. He let you hang onto him, pushing the cart along with one hand, and kept up the chatter to keep things feeling normal.

You were crouched down comparing jars of pasta sauce when it happened again, only this time Noah noticed too. He glanced up and spotted the guy halfway down the aisle, pretending to browse canned soup while blatantly staring.

His entire demeanour shifted. You felt his body go tense as he straightened beside you. His hand came to rest protectively on your back.

You stood and followed his line of sight.

“...He’s been watching me since the produce aisle." You said softly, "I don't like the way he's-"

“Kiss me.”

“What?” You blinked.

He turned to face you fully.

“Kiss me. Quick.”

“But... we only really kiss when we have sex-”

“Yeah, well,” he said, gently cupping your jaw, “We’re improvising. Just pretend.”

“Noah-”

“Please. Trust me. It's either this, or I go over and knock that guy out."

You hesitated, but only for a second.

And then you leaned up, stood on your tip toes and kissed him.

It was only quick but still felt real, his large hand warm on your cheek, his lips soft against yours. It wasn’t messy or desperate, or anything like that, it was just a simple kiss. Like it wasn’t the first time, and wouldn’t be the last.

When you pulled away, you glanced back. The man had disappeared from the aisle.

“Thank you.” You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding.

Noah just nodded and gently took your hand.

“No problem, but now it's time to find some cereal.”

You both walked down to the cereal aisle, Noah pushing the cart as you walked beside him. The two of you were already arguing over which box to get.

“Okay, please can we be adults about this and just get the knock off brand? It tastes the same.”

“You did not just say that." You gasped, genuinely offended. "The knock off tastes like cardboard, Noah."

“But it’s cheaper, you could get two of 'em for the price of that!”

“But it's better!" You argued, reaching for the bright red box of the real thing. “We deserve the good cereal.”

He shot you a look, amused but stubborn.

“You’re so dramatic... Fine. But I get to pick the pizza we get tonight."

“Deal!” You smirked, victorious as you dropped the overpriced cereal into the cart with a flourish.

He shook his head, laughing under his breath.

“You’re gonna rot your teeth.”

“You’re gonna rot your soul being this grumpy at the cereal aisle.” You shot back playfully, your hands on your hips.

You were still smiling when he nudged you gently with his elbow.

“Hey, can you grab me that one? Blue box... Bottom shelf."

“Why can’t you get it?”

“Because I’m doing the hard part.” He gestured grandly to the cart. “Pushing this thing around while you spend all my money.”

You rolled your eyes but bent down, your arm reaching out to grab the box-

THWACK.

You jolted, letting out a startled squeak as you grabbed the cereal box and whipped your head around to glare at him.

“Noah!” You hissed, eyes wide.

He was already laughing, one hand braced on the shopping cart for support as he nearly doubled over.

“Oh my god, the sound it made..." he tried to hold back his laughter, but failed, "Could I sample that? We've been trying to the perfect drum-"

"No!" You shoved the box into his chest, "You are not sampling my ass!"

"Why? I'd put you in the credits-"

“You’re such a dick.” You tried to fight the smile tugging at your lips, but failed miserably. "You're lucky we're in public."

“Oooh,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “Is that a threat, sweetheart?”

"Noah. Keep walking or I'm beating you ass in the parking lot."

The final aisle was frozen food, and there were a couple things you needed to get, and Noah had already picked a pizza for the two of you to share tonight.

"No," you shook your head, holding back a laugh, "I am not eating chicken nugget pizza!"

"But you said I could choose," he smirked, "You got the expensive cereal, I'm getting the chicken nugget pizza!"

"Noah-"

"Nope!" He grinned, already dropping it into the cart, "It's not up for debate."

"Can't you get... I dunno the pepperoni one or something?"

"But that doens't sound as exciting as chicken nuggets!"

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face and then out of the corner of your eye, you noticed an old couple- they must've been at least in their 70s.

"Awh," the lady smiled soflty, her voice gentle, "Young love."

"Reminds me of when we started dating, all those years ago," her husband- or so you assumed- chuckled, "Remember that argument we had over peas?"

"And I let you win." She smiled, and they both laughed at the memory, before turning their attention back to you and Noah, both frozen in horror, eyes wide.

"Oh!" you rushed out, your voice an octave too high, "We're not... uh, we aren't together!"

"Just friends- best friends!" Noah added quickly, his cheeks pink.

The old lady's smile didn't budge, if anything it frew wider.

"Mhm, sure thing, sweetheart."

"Seen it a million times," her husband added with a wink, "That's love if I've ever seen it."

You and Noah stood in stunned silence as the couple wandered off, still chuckling to themselves.

But it was true, you did love him, and he loved you back, but it was on a level nobody else could understand. It would feel wrong to actually date him, but somehow exploring each others bodies felt so right. You couldn't imagine ever marrying him, but at the same time you couldn't imagine anyone else you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

It wasn't just platonic, but it wasn't just romantic. It was something neither of you could ever explain, something nobody else would ever feel.

...

By the time you got home, your arms were aching from carrying the bags of shopping. You took a quick shower whilst Noah unpacked and put everything away, and then you came back down the stairs in your pyjamas- a tank top and a loose pair of sleep shorts, a different colour to the ones you wore yesterday.

You saw Noah had left the pizzas on the side, the chicken nugget one, and the margarita one he had let you get if you promised to at least try some of his one.

You bent down to open the oven, taking out a couple trays. You didn't even notice how Noah froze beside you, mid-unpacking.

Because as you crouched down, he couldn't help but look... and he swallowed hard at the sight, you had no underwear on...

He felt his cock twitch in his jeans, blood rushing south so fast it made his breath catch. You were still completely unaware, humming softly as you slid the pizzas onto the trays, pushing them into the oven.

It was only when you stood up, all casual, brushing your hands on your thighs before turning to face him.

"What?" You asked, noticing the way his eyes lingered.

"You're not wearing any underwear." He said, his lips twitching into a smirk.

Your face flushed instantly.

"Noah!"

"Hey!" He held his hands up, his grin only spreadnig wider. "I'm not complaining!"

You crossed your arms over your chest, cheeks still burning.

"It's more comfortable like this!"

"Comfortable, huh?" His gaze dropped to the hem of your shorts again, shameless, "Well, now I'm the one who's uncomfortable."

Your eyes widened a little, drifting down to where his jeans had grown noticeable tighter.

"Noah..." You said again, more breathless this time.

"You're walking around with your pussy peaking out like that and think it's fair?" He leans in a little, his lips brushing near your ear, his voice dropping an octave, "Do you know what that does to me?"

"I wasn't trying to do anything-"

"You never are," he smiled against your skin, "And that's what makes it worse."

You pulled back a little, staring up at him, feeling heat spread all the way from your chest down to your core.

“Think I can make you cum before the pizzas done?”

You swallowed, the directness of his question making your thighs press together. You nodded, barely, already dizzy with anticipation, making his smirk return.

“Then turn around.”

You did.

Slowly, you pressed your hands to the counter as he sank to his knees behind you, palms trailing down the backs of your thighs.

“Timer says fifteen minutes,” he murmured, tugging your shorts down, his breath hot against your bare skin. “Bet I can make you cum twice in that time.”

You let out a soft, shaky laugh, but it melted into a gasp when his hands smoothed up your thighs, thumbs brushing along the crease where your legs met your hips.

“Twice?” You breathed, your voice already trembling with anticipation.

He turned you around so he could look up at you, pupils blown wide, that familiar spark dancing in his eyes.

“You doubt me?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t, not when he was already pressing a kiss just below your bellybutton, dragging his mouth lower like he had all the time in the world.

“Noah…” You whispered, fingers sinking into his hair.

He hummed at the sound of his name, lips brushing your skin as he looked up again, serious now.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t.” You whispered, shaking your head.

Delicately, he kissed up your thigh, keeping his eyes on yours, before lifting your right leg over his shoulder, spreading you open for him.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this.” He murmured, eyes drifting between your parted lips above and the ones below. His voice was still full of awe, like he still couldn’t believe you let him see you like this.

He didn’t rush. He never did. One hand slid up your other thigh, fingers splayed wide to keep you steady, while his mouth leaned forward to kiss just above your clit.

“Shit…” You whispered, your voice already shaky.

“I know, baby.” He smiled softly against you, “I’ve got you.”

Then, finally, he licked you. One long, deliberate stroke of his tongue that made your hips buck and your hands scramble for something to hold on to- his shoulders, the counter behind you, anything.

You could feel him smile again as he did it once more, slower this time, like he was savoring you. His tongue moved with skill, flicking gently at your clit, then flattening out and dragging across you, again and again, until your head was tipped back and your mouth hung open with silent gasps.

His fingers dug into your hips as you tried to move, but he held you still.

“Stay still for me.” He said gently, lips brushing against your folds.

Your stomach tightened, the lovely feeling building fast. Your hand found his hair and you threaded your fingers through it, clinging to him as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth, then circled it again, the lewd, wet sounds only making you feel more lightheaded.

It didn’t take long. It never did when he touched you like this. You came with a breathless moan of his name, thighs shaking, body tensing as pleasure rushed through you. He held you through it, mouth still moving gently, drawing all he could out of you.

He gave your clit one final kiss before easing your leg off his shoulder, kissing up your body before his lips met yours.

“Hey, look at that… Only took me five minutes.” He smirked.

Day Five

You and Noah had both spent the entire morning cleaning up the house. You got a text from your dad last night saying he'd be back later today, and although you felt a little upset about this being the last time you and Noah would have all this time together alone, you knew you'd never forget what happened. Not just the sex, or the cuddles, but feeling like it was just the two of you again, like things weren't as complicated as they are.

However, you noticed Noah wasn't fully present all day. You assumed it was just because he was upset that he had to leave so early- although that wasn't the case, you both knew your dad would be fine with him staying.

You both ordered food in for lunch, but Noah barely touched his. You put on an old childhood movie, one you two would always watch together, but it was clear he wasn't paying attention. He was checking his phone every 5 minutes, and you could tell something was bothering him- but usually he'd tell you.

You didn’t say anything at first. You didn’t want to push. But by the time the movie was almost over and Noah still hadn’t laughed at any of your favourite lines, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You paused the film, the room going quiet except for the sound of the ceiling fan and the faint sound of birds outside.

“Noah?”

He blinked, finally looking away from his phone.

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on with you?” You studied his face.

“Nothing!" He said too quickly, making you raise a brow.

He sighed, setting the phone down on the armrest beside him.

“I didn’t wanna tell you today...”

“Tell me what?” Your stomach twisted.

He hesitated again, jaw clenched like he was physically holding something back.

“Matt texted me earlier. I'm going back on tour again soon... It’s confirmed.”

You blinked, not understanding at first.

"Okay?... And you don't want to? Or-"

"It's a big tour... supporting one of the biggest bands in the scene. It’s the biggest thing we’ve ever landed.”

“That’s…” you started, heart stuttering, “That’s amazing, Noah!”

He gave a small, grateful smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"But, the thing is..." He paused, exhaling like it was almost painful to talk about.

"What?"

"It's a world tour. I'll be gone for three, maybe four months... And we leave in a few weeks."

Suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe.

Four months without him. Your best friend, your person.

This whole week had already felt like a long, slow goodbye. Now it felt like you were running out of time all over again.

You felt sick.

You looked down at your hands, fingers curled into your sleeves.

"Were you not gonna tell me?" You asked, not daring to look up at him.

"I was, but I knew you were already upset about this being our last day... I didn't want to make things worse." He said softly, "And I couldn't bare to see that look on your face."

You didn’t realise you were crying until he leaned in and brushed a thumb gently under your eye.

“Hey,” he said, pulling you in until your forehead rested against his. “We’ve done time apart before.”

“Not like this.”

“No,” he admitted. “Not like this.”

There was a moment of silence, and it felt like you were suffocating in it, until he spoke again.

“But I’m coming back to you,” he said. “You know that, right? No matter how far I go. It’s always gonna be you and me.”

“I just wish we had more time.” Your lips trembled.

He kissed your forehead, the only place he’d let himself kiss you when it wasn’t about sex. Something sacred and soft he'd always done.

“So do I,” he whispered. “But we’ve still got a few hours. Let’s make them count.”

"I don't... I don't feel like doing it right now."

"I didn't mean it like that," Noah quickly corrected, "I mean... just spending time together-"

"But that's only going to make things worse when you leave, Noah!" You cried, your hand coming up to your face to silence your sobs.

He only held you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head as he took a deep breath.

"It was all a lie wasn't it... in the pool... I told you I don't know who I'd be without you and you told me I'd never have to find out... And you knew all along you were going to fucking leave!"

"No! I never... the tour sounded too good to be true, I didn't think they'd actually take us... but I can text Matt, I can tell him to pull us out-"

"Don't you dare." You said, glaring at him with red, glossy eyes, "Noah. Ever since we were kids, this is what you wanted. This could be your big break, and I'm not letting you hold yourself back just because of me."

"I would do anything for you, y/n..." Noah said, his eyes now beginning to sting, "...Fucking anything."

"I know..." you said with a sniffle, now wiping the tears from his eyes, "Which is why you have to go. This is your dream, everything you've spent the last 21 years working towards."

"Just don't forget about me," he said, forcing a small chuckle, "I'll make sure I call and text everyday just to check in."

"I'll get sick of you." You laughed, wiping your under eyes.

"As if you'd ever." He smiled softly, before taking your hand in his.

...

The rest of the day passed too quickly for your liking.

You finished tidying the place up and ordered dinner, just something simple, though neither of you were very hungry, and you ate it curled up on the couch. Not talking much, but touching. His hand on your leg. Your foot tucked beneath his thigh. Just a form of quiet reassurance.

By the time the sun started to set, your dad texted: “Home in 30 mins. Can’t wait to see you!!”

You stared at the message, feeling your stomach twist.

Noah caught the look on your face.

“That him?”

“Yeah." You nodded, "He’ll be here soon.”

Noah sighed, brushing his hair back with one hand.

“Guess that’s my cue.”

“You can stay a little longer,” you said quickly. “He won’t care.”

But Noah was already rising, dusting imaginary crumbs from his jeans, trying to look casual.

“It's okay. I don’t wanna make it any harder.”

You followed him to the door in silence, heart hammering. It felt too final, and too sudden.

At the door, he paused, looking at you like he was trying to memorise every part of you, your hair, your eyes, the exact way you were frowning up at him.

“I’ll call you tonight,” he promised again, his voice soft. “Soon as I get home.”

You nodded, but your chest was too tight to speak.

Then he leaned in and kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger there just a second longer than usual.

And then… he just left.

You stood in the doorway long after his car disappeared down the street, your arms wrapped around yourself, like maybe that would keep the shattered pieces of your heart from spilling everywhere.

When your dad pulled up minutes later, he called out before he even reached the porch.

"Hey, sweetie!"

You forced a smile, meeting him at the door, giving him the tightest hug you could manage. He ruffled your hair, pulled back, and looked at you more closely.

“Everything okay?” he asked, brows pulling together. “You look... upset.”

You let out a shaky laugh.

“I’m fine.”

But he didn’t buy it for a second.

“Where’s Noah? Thought I’d get to say hi.”

“He left a few minutes ago.”

“Oh.” He tilted his head. “He’s not staying tonight?”

You shook your head, your throat closing up again. Your dad’s eyes softened.

“What’s going on?”

And before you could stop yourself, it all came spilling out. The week you’d spent together (but leaving out most of the details). The tour. The goodbye. The aching part of you that didn’t want him to go, even if you knew he had to.

Your dad listened the whole time, quietly, nodding along. When you were finished, wiping your face with your sleeve, he gave a small, thoughtful hum.

“You know,” he said after a moment, “We’re going on vacation next week.”

You blinked, caught off guard.

“Yeah… I forgot.”

“Why don’t you invite him?” your dad said gently. “One last trip together, it'd be like when he used to join us when you were kids. No pressure. Just... before everything changes.”

You stared at him, wide eyed.

“Are you serious?”

“He’s practically family. I’d love to have him there. And I think he’d like the chance to spend more time with you before he heads out into the world.”

"Shouldn't I ask mum first?"

"Pfft," your dad waved a hand, "She hasn't answered any of my texts all day. And I know she'll say to invite him too, she loves him like a son."

Your heart swelled at that, just a little.

“But I don’t know if he’ll say yes... It's next week, he might already have plans."

“Well, he’d be an idiot not to, unless he has a reason of course. Just ask him anyway.”

You let out a small laugh, sniffling again.

“Thanks, Dad.”

He pulled you into another hug.

“Go call him. Or text. Whatever you kids do.”

You nodded, picking your phone up from the couch and making your way up the stairs. And just as you reached the top, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Noah is calling...

Your heart beated a little faster, but your thumb was already pressing answer.

"Hey!"

“Hi... I just got home,” he said, his voice instantly comforting in your ear. “Did your dad get in okay?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, gripping the banister. “He asked about you.”

“Oh yeah?” you could hear the small smile in his voice. “Tell him I said hi.”

You reached the top of the stairs and padded slowly down the hallway.

“I did.”

There was a pause. A quiet inhale from Noah, like he was trying to decide if he should say more, but before he could, you stopped in front of your bedroom door.

You turned the handle and stepped inside.

And just like that, your throat felt tight again.

The bed was still messy from this morning, the blankets rumpled from where he’d rolled out, the pillow he used still dented, the hoodie he took off still hanging off the edge. It looked like he was still there. Like if you blinked hard enough, he’d be standing next to you, shirtless and sleepy and smirking, ready to wrap his arms around you.

You couldn’t even walk toward it.

“Y/n?” Noah’s voice crackled through the speaker, gentle but unsure. “You okay?”

You swallowed.

“Yeah, I just… I just got to my room.”

"Shit... that's the only room we forgot to tidy..." Then quieter, he asked, “Is it bad?”

You sat down on the edge of your desk chair instead, avoiding the bed completely.

“It’s just exactly how you left it... And your hoodies still here.”

Noah didn’t respond for a second.

"Keep it," he said softly, followed by, "I miss you already."

That nearly broke you.

“Hey…” you said quickly, blinking back the fresh sting behind your eyes. “There’s something I wanted to ask you.”

“Anything.”

“My dad reminded me... we’re going on vacation next week. Just a family trip down to Florida, but...” You hesitated, biting your lip. “He suggested you come with us.”

There was a moment of silence on his end.

“I know it’s short notice, and maybe it’s dumb, and you’re probably really busy before tour but-”

“Wait, really?” He cut in. “He said that?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “He was the one who brought it up. Said it could be one last trip. Before, you know… everything changes.”

You waited, barely breathing.

Then came his voice again, soft and so full of emotion you could feel it through the phone.

“I’d love that.” Relief rushed through you so fast your shoulders sagged.

“I’ll book a ticket tonight,” he added. “If he’s okay with it... I’m there.”

“He’s more than okay with it. He called you family, Noah.”

There was a long moment of quiet, until Noah said,

“You’re gonna make me cry again.”

“You’re such a sap.” You laughed through your own teary smile, curling your knees up into your chest on the chair.

“For you?” he said. “Always.”

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Make It Better

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: it's almost 3 am and I'm doing this but hey ! Tann never fucking sleeps 😀 enjoy 😙

Summary: you helped your girlfriend relax.

Warnings: soft dom billie, sub reader, eating out (bil receiving) think that's it ? Smut as per !

Masterlist

It had been a long day for the both of you, Billie finally arriving home complaining slightly on song topic, how her and Finneas just couldn't seem to get anything done today. She knew she couldn't rush anything but it still annoyed her.

You two were currently laying in bed on your phones. You had been home all day, doing household chores to make sure everything was clean. You had missed her so much today, and to be honest you were starting to feel horny. That didn't help when you just opened tiktok, watching your for you page when you see edits of your girlfriend.

You loved them all, soft ones, hot ones. But this one in particular set something off inside you. It was from one of her music videos, Happier Than Ever, she was on the roof in the rain. When you catch sight of her mouth moving in a sexy way, the same way it would when your lips were on her lower ones. Your mind races as you look beside you, directly at her. You shift on the bed, feeling your pussy throb at the thought.

You place your phone down. Going to slowly get ontop of her. "Babyy." You place your hands on her shoulders. She lets out a tired sigh. "Yeah, sweetheart?" She could never ever take anything out on you, always so soft even when she had a shit day.

"Want me to make it better bils." You kiss her cheek softly, her hand coming up to your check to move some hair out of your face. "What do you have in mind sweet girl, hm?" You bit your lip gently, staring at her lips and features lovingly. "You wanna help me out baby?" You nod, really wanting to. She grabs your hand getting you to get off the bed.

"Knees angel." You do exactly that, eager to taste her. You wanted it, and so did she. She looks down at you, her blue eyes heavy with lust. Lids hooded. Her hand comes in contact with your chin, keeping your head there so you look at her. "Take off my pants baby go on." You grip them, pulling them down along with her merch boxers. She wore them all the time, and so did you. You loved wearing her merchandise it was always the softest, cozy thing you owned.

They pool around her ankles as you're face to face with her cunt. It glistening just for you, a small whine leaves your lips so excited to dive in. She chuckles at you. "Too precious." Your hands grasp her thighs as your tongue touches her clit, a whiney sigh escaping you. It was music to her ears. She craved your noises. Even more so against her. Her hands go to your hair, gripping firmly as your tongue moves to her entrance, tasting her so carefully. You were in heaven.

Her moans soon spill into the dark bedroom. "Fuck.." She breathes delicately. Your movements soon sped up. Her taste invading your mind, causing your eyes to roll back. A louder moan coming out of you. You were desperate to taste more of her. She groans slightly, that turning into beautiful moans. Not only did you desperately need her to cum. You were begging in your mind for her to make that face, the face she made in the video.

So your tongue moves from her entrance to her clit, incredibly fast. You eventually end up sucking her flaps in the process. You whine into her as the taste becomes more. She was close. "Good girl, good girl good girl." Her voice was slightly whiney as she guided your face deeper. "That's it, fuck!" She purrs as you found the right momentum. Your eyes dart up to her face, noticing it back slightly, seeing her mouth agape. There it was!

She made no sound while doing so, too caught up in the way your tongue moved. But soon enough she was gushing all over your tongue. You drink, thirsty. Her hands massaging your scalp as you do, feeling your head lean on her thigh. Out of breath yourself. "So fucking good to me baby. So. Good."