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wwinterwitch · 1 month ago

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friendly introductions – bucky barnes

summary: bucky unexpectedly shows up at your apartment, and he's brought a few people with him

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader (ft. the thunderbolts*)

word count: 3.4k

tags: thunderbolts* shenanigans, spoilers here and there obvs, slight miscommunication, big happy dysfunctional family in the making, google translator was used for the russian words (sorry), kissing, little bit of angst and little bit of fluff

notes: i just saw the movie yesterday and as soon as i got back home i decided to write this, which is loosely connected to this fic i posted recently. i just loved the thunderbolts* so much they mean the entire world to me right now. perhaps more fics are coming in the future because i have lots of ideas!!! as always, i hope you enjoy

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“Sorry for such short notice,” Bucky mutters as soon as you open the door for him and the rest of the entire group. You could tell he’s been having a pretty rough time just by looking at him. Hair messy, frowning more than usual, dirty clothing and a cut on his left cheek. The rest of the people he’s with don’t look any better. It wouldn’t take an expert to figure out they’ve been in some kind of combat and, most likely, they didn’t come on top.

“It’s okay,” you quickly reassure him, leaving the door open until every single one of them were inside your apartment, closing it behind them. “Can I ask what happened?”

“We…uh, got our ass kicked, basically,” he replies, sounding quite exhausted.

You take a second to look at the group. Unfamiliar faces of people you could only assume are in the superhero/villain/whatever business. There’s a blonde woman who immediately leans against one of the walls of your living room, trying to get some sort of rest after the fight. The other woman stays by the entrance and you can’t help but admire how cool her suit is. There’s algo a guy in a red suit and he looks absolutely huge and terrifying, but the smile he sends your way with the silly little wave he makes as you make eye contact gives you the impression that he might not be as intimidating as you initially thought.

And then, your eyes focus on the other person in the room.

“You,” is all you say, your voice sounding anything but welcoming.

Everyone turns to look at Walker, who offers you an awkward smile. “Yeah, hi.”

“You two know each other?” the blonde one asks.

“Unfortunately,” you reply, keeping your eyes on the guy at all times. You know enough about John Walker to be stupid enough to let him out of your sight. “Listen, I don’t know what just happened to you guys, but in case Bucky hasn’t warned you already, you can’t trust this piece of shit.”

Noticing you’re starting to get a little heated by his presence, Bucky wraps an arm around your waist from behind, just in case you decide to go over him and confront him for everything that has happened in the past. “It’s okay. He’s here to help.”

You turn to look at him like he just said the most absurd thing you’ve ever heard in your life, but he simply stares back at you with a serious expression, nodding as if to emphasize on his previous statement, trying to let you know you can actually trust the guy. When you turn back to look at Walker, he raises both hands in the air as a sign to further prove that he’s harmless.

“I’ll be keeping an eye out,” you warn him, pointing your finger at him.

“That’s fair,” he nods.

“Whoa, she’s feisty!” you hear the excited voice of the guy in the red suit as he lets out a short chuckle. “I like her already!”

You feel Bucky’s grip around your waist tightening. “We’re just here to get some cover and figure out our next move.”

Suddenly remembering the fact that all these strangers are standing in various spots in your living room, you get away from Bucky to walk over to your couch. “Oh, so sorry! What a terrible host,” you attempt to joke a little in hopes of lightening the mood, quickly removing your laptop and various papers scattered across your couch. “Please, take a seat!”

None of them move at first, but they eventually accept the invitation and walk towards your couch to sit down. All except Walker, who decides to stay in the same spot he’s been since he entered your apartment. Not like you care, so you just let him stand there on his own.

A few awkward introductions later and you already know everyone. Alexei, Ava and Yelena. One a total stranger and the others slightly familiar to you due to them being related to Natasha. You couldn’t bring yourself to say her name out loud, though. If you struggle to think about her without bursting out crying, you can’t even imagine what it would be like for her dad and sister. Last thing you want is to cause them any discomfort.

“And how exactly do you know each other?” Yelena asks you and Bucky after you introduce yourself to them too.

“Former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent,” Bucky replies before you can say anything, and you can’t help but turn to look at him with a slightly confused expression. “We’ve been friends for a very long time.”

Friends. Sure. Whatever. If that’s what he wants to call it…

After what happened last time you were in D.C., Bucky was constantly making trips to New York to visit you. You’re not officially dating, but it’s established that you’re exclusive. Long distance isn’t ideal, but you’ve made it work so far. Probably the happiest months of your life. But now…you hear him introducing you as his friend. It’s not really a big deal. Technically you are friends? It shouldn’t affect you as much as it does, but…you’re internally fuming right now.

Still, you decide not to say anything regarding that. He’s always been quite a reserved person, so perhaps he didn’t feel comfortable enough to share that information with them just yet. “Can I get you anything to drink?” you decide to ask, looking at everyone else.

“We’re not-”

“I’m sure a glass of water won’t kill anybody,” you say, immediately cutting Bucky off.

There’s a brief silence before Ava speaks. “I’ll have a glass of water. Thank you.”

You look at Yelena as she shortly nods before you focus on Alexei. “Do you perhaps have something else other than water?”

“Dad,” Yelena warns him.

You ignore that short interaction. “Something like what?”

“Like vodka,” he replies simply, like it’s a normal request. Perhaps the russian accent and the fact that he does look like a walking Soviet propaganda adds context to it.

“Dad!” Yelena repeats herself, this time in a louder voice, before hiding her face in her hands. The scene of her getting embarrassed by her dad’s behavior is actually hilarious.

“Two glasses of water and one glass of vodka, got it.” Then it was time to acknowledge Walker again. Even when you deeply hate the guy, you still want to be polite. “Do you want anything?”

“Uh…just water,” he mutters, still unsure on how to really talk to you. It’s ironic how quiet he is right now, considering he had a hard time shutting his mouth when you first met him. “Thank you.”

You offer the group a smile before excusing yourself to go to your kitchen, leaving them momentarily alone. Bucky was about to speak, wanting to initiate a debate on what their plan is going to be to fight against someone as powerful and seemingly invincible as Sentry, but Yelena speaks before he does.

“Now, would you mind telling us how you really know each other?”

Bucky looks immediately confused. “What do you mean?”

“You know I was trained to be a spy since I was very little.”

“Surely you don’t say it enough,” Walker mutters, earning an unamused look from her.

“That must really bother you, Mr. I-was-in-the-military,” Ava chimes in, rolling her eyes.

Ignoring both of them, Yelena decides to continue. “I’m very good at reading people, Bucky. She almost wanted to punch you in the face when you said you two were friends, which let’s me know the comment upset her,” she says, tilting her head to the side. “Why is that?”

“Ah! That’s your lover!” Alexei comments with pleasant surprise.

“And you didn’t introduce her as your girlfriend?” Ava says shortly after, giving him a disapproving look. “No wonder she would want to punch you in the face.”

“Yeah, that’s not cool, man,” Walker agrees from his spot in the living room.

Alexei’s cheerfulness dries down, nodding. “I agree. It’s not very nice.”

Bucky scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest in a defensive manner. He couldn’t believe these people were judging him over something he thought was meaningless. It was just a way to keep his private life private. Why should they know he’s dating anybody? They’re not his friends to be sharing information like that with them. And it’s not like they’re ever going to see you again anyway. Why is this such a big deal?

“Whoever I date or don’t date it’s not your business,” he simply replies.

Ava scoffs this time. “Don’t bring us to your girlfriend’s flat then.”

“When did you guys became a thing?” Walker asks this time, looking like he's thinking back on it in hopes of remembering any indication that might've gave it away.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, getting more and more exasperated. “We barely got out of that fight against Valentina’s experiment and it’s a matter of time before we have to face him again. Why are we even talking about this?”

“Oh, Bucky,” Yelena shakes her head in a condescending manner. “You’re right, we do not care about your lovelife. Thinking about it makes me sick, actually. But she looked really hurt by what you said, so perhaps you should go talk to her and make things right.”

The other three agreed with Yelena almost immediately, and Bucky just stood there looking at them in disbelief because why are they giving him their input on his relationship? Why is Yelena giving him advice? Why are they getting involved in Bucky’s personal life?

But instead of arguing, he decides to listen to them and heads towards the kitchen. He walks in just in time to see you pouring Alexei an entire glass of vodka as he requested, the other three glasses of water already filled.

“Oh, good. You’re here,” you say nonchalantly, like what Yelena said about you wanting to punch him in the face was just something she misread in your body language. You surely don’t look like you're thinking about violence right now. “Could you help me with the drinks, please?”

Perhaps Yelena was wrong, but just in case she wasn’t, he decided to ask about it. “Are you okay?”

You let out a quick and confused chuckle as you store away the almost finished bottle of vodka. “Why would I not be okay? If you’re asking because you brought them here, I think they’re actually very nice…aside from Walker, of course.”

“No, I mean…the way I introduced you to them,” he says in a soft voice, walking closer to you. “I probably shouldn’t have said you were my friend.”

There’s a brief pause between you, until you’re eventually shrugging. “It’s fine.”

“Is it?” he insists, standing right before you as he grabs your hands in his. “Talk to me.”

You hesitate a little before eventually giving in. “I mean, you can’t expect me to be thrilled to hear you introduce me to a bunch of people as just your friend.”

Bucky sighs. Yelena was right. “I’m so sorry,” he says almost immediately, giving your hands a light squeeze. “I just met these people and I highly doubt we’ll keep in touch after this. I didn’t want to share that information with them. We’re not exactly…close like that,” he explains himself, looking genuinely sorry for what he said. “I should’ve considered how that would make you feel, or at least tried to explain why I did it as soon as I could. I didn’t mean to hurt you or downplay what we have.”

You can tell he’s genuinely sorry, understanding his reasoning behind it. Perhaps you forgot to put into perspective the fact that they’re just super people Bucky has been forced to work with. Not necessarily friends. “It’s okay, I understand.”

Bucky nods, but he still looks absolutely defeated. “I feel terrible,” he mutters. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

You let go of his hands, wrapping your arms around his neck instead. “It’s okay, babe,” you repeat, offering him a soft smile to let him know you forgive him. “I understand you didn’t feel comfortable sharing that with them.”

“I promise I won’t do it again.”

“You’re not obligated to disclose anything with anyone if you don’t feel like it,” you say, just to remind him to do whatever it feels right to him. “But I’m glad we had this conversation to hear each other’s perspective.”

He nods again, still uncertain. You lean in to give him a reassuring kiss before deciding to move away from him to get back to the living room with the rest. He hands the glasses of water to Walker and Yelena, while you hand the other glasses to Ava and Alexei.

The last one takes a big gulp of his glass, letting out a growl of approval. “Smirnoff! Not that Absolut der’mo!”

“I adore him,” you say to Bucky, letting out a quick chuckle as you watch the guy drink the entire glass of vodka in less than two seconds.

“It’ll pass, trust me,” he mutters back to you.

You gently hit his arm as a way of telling him to not be rude, immediately focusing on the cut on his cheek, dried blood around the wound. “I should clean that.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“I do worry, Bucky,” you insist, patting his shoulder before pointing to one of the two chairs at your small dinner table. “Take a seat. I’ll be right back.”

You excuse yourself to go find the first-aid kit to clean the wound on his face. By the time you get back, the group has already started discussing some sort of strategy regarding some ‘Sentry’ person you don’t know absolutely anything about. Perhaps you’ll ask Bucky to give you a proper update on what the hell this whole thing is all about next time you’re alone.

As obedient as ever, Bucky was already sitting on one of the chairs you previously pointed at before leaving, so you walked over to him to attend to his injury. Even if it was a small, almost insignificant little cut, you wanted to take care of him in any capacity you could.

You were gladly surprised when you feel one of his arms wrapping around you, keeping you close as you stand next to him cleaning the dry blood with a small cotton ball before disinfecting the area, finishing it off with a small bandage above the cut.

The whole entire time you took care of Bucky’s wound, the group was talking about their strategy. Just listening to them was enough to figure out why Bucky didn’t think they’d stay in touch once it’s time to part ways. More than half of their interactions are more bickering than actual communication. They clash almost constantly and they don’t seem to agree on much. They’re quite honestly a complete mess. But still...even when it’s difficult to see how a group like this could work, they oddly do. There’s just something about them. Perhaps they’re the prime example of how opposites tend to work together perfectly.

“Done,” you whisper to him, not warning to interrupt their conversation.

“Thanks, doll,” he whispers back, giving you a smile.

After a few more minutes of planning, it was finally time for them to get back out there in hopes to put an end to the threat that seems to loom over New York (and perhaps the entire world). You accompany them to the door, all of them saying their goodbyes to you.

“Thanks for letting us hide here,” Yelena says with a polite smile, offering her hand for a handshake as a way to further prove her gratitude.

“Oh, it’s really nothing. I’m glad I was able to help out,” you reply, accepting her handshake. “And…you know, good luck. You probably don’t need it, obviously, but just in case…”

“You’re adorable,” Ava comments with a smirk, patting your shoulder as her way of saying goodbye.

Alexei doesn’t even say anything. He just straight up walks towards you and wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the ground as he gives you a tight hug. It certainly takes you by surprise, but you pat his back as a way of returning the hug, hearing how Yelena and Bucky are frantically telling him to put you down immediately.

The three of them are already outside your apartment and it’s time to face Walker. He just says a quick “thank you” before walking towards the others that wait for Bucky in the hallway, knowing you probably don’t even want to address him. For now, you decide not to say anything to him. If you do see each other again, perhaps then you’ll try to figure out if you can look past the awful things he has done.

Now Bucky is the one who stands before you and all you can do is hug him as tight as you possibly can, almost not wanting to let him go. You know he’ll be fine. You know he’ll come back to you. But still, you can’t ignore the knot forming at the pit of your stomach, anxiety and fear consuming you at the thought of something happening to him.

He senses how you feel, hugging you back just as tight. “Please be safe,” he whispers.

You break the hug, looking up at him. “I should be telling you that.”

The comment makes him smile softly because it sounds like you're reprimanding him for what he just said. Immediately after, he's placing a hand at the side of your face, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, still as anxious as you were before. The fact that you still don’t fully know what they’re up against makes your situation worse. If it’s anything remotely similar to an Avenger-like threat, you have plenty of reasons to be afraid. “Just…just take care, please.”

“I will,” he replies, giving you a kiss so sweet and gentle that it practically takes your breath away. He knows you’re worried like never before and he wants to make sure he’s able to give you as much reassurance as he possibly can.

After a few more seconds of him just looking back at you with a soft smile on his face, he moves back from you, knowing he has to leave already.

“Promise you’ll be back soon,” you blurt out as he’s leaving your apartment, still fighting the urge to just yank him back into the apartment to keep him from going back out there.

“I promise you I’ll be back, darling,” he says without any hesitation, knowing he’ll do anything he possibly can to keep his word.

Finally, he closes the door of your apartment, leaving you all alone in there as you try to calm yourself down until everything is back to normal again and he’s here with you. Until he’s back in the safety of the arms of the person he cares most about in this entire world.

You focus on the four empty glasses, the lingering presence of everyone, the trail of dirt their boots left on the floor, the chair Bucky was sitting on just seconds ago...you can only hope they stay safe. Meanwhile, you decide to clean up the living room as a way of distracting yourself.

On the other side of the door, Bucky is turning to look at the group, rolling his eyes when he sees all of them grinning and nodding their hands in approval after witnessing him being so lovey-dovey with you, discovering a sight of him they probably didn’t even know existed.

“Not a single word,” Bucky warns them, immediately walking in between them to get to the elevator.

“What? We can’t say you two looked disgustingly cute back there?” Yelena jokes as she follows after him.

"Who knew that was hiding beneath all that...grumpiness," Ava comments right after.

“I said not a single word,” he repeats, trying to act like he wasn’t feeling terribly embarrassed right now. Or like he didn't find the teasing slightly entertaining. Just slightly.

“I mean, you did look cute,” Walker agrees.

“So cute!” Yelena emphasizes.

Alexei wraps an arm around Bucky’s shoulders, much to his discomfort. “That was adorable. You, my friend, had the eyes of love looking at your zhenshchina!”

“And you had to make it weird,” Ava mutters after Alexei’s comment, just as the elevator doors are closing.

translations: der'mo (shit), zhenshchina (woman). again, i apologize if the translation is wrong, i don't speak russian

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x you #mcu x reader #thuderbolts* x reader #thunderbolts x reader

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tthoroughfare · 2 months ago

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some random modern!abby headcanons as i Cannot think about anything else. NSFW in the latter half spit kink asf i’m not sorry

she’s chronically offline. has social media but does not use it — her IG has one photo from 3 years ago and the only other social media she has is a facebook account she made when she was 14. her entire page is just shit her dad tags her in; photos of her he’s taken while they’re on vacation, cringey middle aged humor, the Facebook Parent works

90% of the time only uses her phone for what a phone is actually for. probably has a super old one because she doesn’t see the point in replacing it; it’s somehow in like perfect condition though

texts in perfect grammar. before you got used to it you literally thought she was mad at you all the time. hasn’t got it figured out what emojis make sense contextually because she doesn’t really use them and occasionally sends you baffling messages like:

“Got off early. Can’t wait to see you. 😬” (was rushing and thought it was a smile)

but sometimes it’s also very cute, like a grandma who just figured out how to text:

“Do you want to tag along with Manny and Nora to a concert on Saturday? The people they were supposed to go with can’t anymore. 🎶🕺🎸”

the type of gf who will get you doing the most random activities. she’s constantly trying new hobbies and always wants you to be a part of it. she’ll decide on a sunday night she wants to pick up rock climbing, have you both signed up and in the climbing gym monday

or she’ll decide on a whim she wants to take you to a restaurant someone recommended even though it’s an hour and a half drive away

med student abby is canon abby…

she really didn’t want to be a cliche and go into it just because it’s what her dad does, but she was always encouraged to excel academically and found herself naturally drifting in that direction

she makes it look easy, but it’s really not. she gets stressed about everything a lot (particularly wrestling with worries about letting her dad down, which you reiterate she couldn’t do if she tried), but doesn’t really show anyone apart from you. you always make her feel better, though, just as she does for you with your problems

grew up well-off, but isn’t a dick about it. very generous with her money, always buying you little treats and picking up the bill despite your protests. takes you on weekends away wherever possible, or a bigger vacation somewhere tropical during the summer

honestly not the best cook… she’s just used to making food for herself, which tends to be pretty plain. gym bro meals ugh. however, has one or two incredible recipes she can pull out the BAG. makes them for you when she knows you’ve had a long day

would 100% be that post of the guy who set his alarm purposefully earlier so that he could wake up and cuddle his partner before he had to actually get up. she’s normally up before you, regardless of the day or time. abby’s an early riser; she loves the morning. you always stir with a warm drink on the bedside table, and either the sound of her pottering around the apartment or a text saying something along the lines of:

“Heading to the gym. Gave you a kiss before I left but you were still clean out, LOL.”

has extremely random and rogue music taste. same with movies. you figure this out not long into knowing her, when you’re talking about favorite films and she deliberates before carefully stating that her all-time top three are flushed away, interstellar and an old foreign movie you couldn’t pronounce if you tried

speaking of — loves movies! you guys frequent the cinema, but also like to stay in and have movie nights at home. you’ll watch just about anything together, taking it in turns to choose. when you stay in, you make it a Whole Thing. all the bedding gets moved to the living room, you buy snacks, she sits and lets you meticulously paint a face mask on her

sometimes, you’ll attentively watch the whole thing. sometimes, if you get halfway through and it’s not the best, she’ll allow her fingers to trail down from their position atop your upper arm in a manner she knows you’ll pick up on. dipping under your shirt and rubbing loose, gentle circles at your hip for what feels like forever, before nudging at your jaw with her nose and planting a light kiss. you turn to meet her, eyes flitting between hers and her lips; closing the gap and smirking against her mouth, “you’re not subtle.”

blowing air out of her nose and shrugging, she brings her free hand up to the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss. it’s slow and deliberate, everything from the way she moves her lips against yours, to how she steadily shifts you on top of her. she likes to take her time with you, gets off when you have to say please

segueing into nsfw… praise kink spit kink gentle domination vers dynamic hey now

loves it when you show her how desperate you are for her, through words or otherwise. while i can’t see her being much of a talker herself (not to say that’s at all), she encourages your blathering about how good she feels, how much you need her. bonus points if you throw her name in there somewhere

should the occasion arise will absolutely put you through the mattress with the strap, but much more so an acoustic girl. two finger tongue combo diva. for her, it’s all about feeling you. how you contract around her, the little signals your body gives her she’s learned so well

to her, that’s the main point of sex. feeling as much of you as she can, feeling close to you, showing you how much she worships you. it’s filthy, yet reverent and devoted. gets a little possessive sometimes, because you’re hers and only she can have you how she does

whether it be arched up, her fingers plowing into you as she kisses her way over your upper back, hand threaded through your hair. stopping to suck a mark where your neck meets your shoulder, murmuring to ask if you can take three (she knows you can, just wants to hear you say it)

or on top of her, legs slotted together and your hand firmly bracing yourself on her knee whilst you rut against her. hearing her get slightly louder and higher pitched, revelling in the way she looks up at you, brows drawn and eyes full. shared wetness pooling and mingling, her hands all over you like she can’t decide which inch of sweat-sheened skin she wants to touch more

or after you’ve eaten her out and she’s still coming down, you running a hand over the outside of her thigh then kissing over her stomach — making your way back up to her lips, allowing her to taste herself through the sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. licking into her dirtily, running a thumb over her lower lip and softly telling her to open. abby doing as you say; always does as you say. a glob of spit falling from your mouth to hers which she accepts gladly, breathing jagged as she swallows. spurred on, dragging you back in with fervor, moving a hand to circle over your sopping clit

she’s never been like this with anyone, never wanted everything of a person so badly. she’d do anything for you, to you, let you do anything to her

while she does like it to be languid, to last, sometimes she can’t help herself. it’ll be the morning and she’ll rouse, tired eyes dragging over your form. abby shifting closer and wrapping an arm around your waist, you’ll stir a little and groan softly, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek and pivoting your head to give her a kiss. both brains still foggy, operating on basic wants, it doesn’t take long for it to turn from an innocent good morning peck to a desperate mess of tongues. then, to her mouthing at your neck, sliding her fingertips over your bare torso to knead at your breast. you’ll tilt your head back, let out a mewl of her name, before remembering it’s a weekday.

“what time is it?” you’ll ask, freezing and subconsciously trying to look at the clock.

“don’t worry, we’ve got time,” she’ll respond against your skin without missing a beat, hand making its way between your legs and coaxing a sharp exhale from you, “i’ll be quick, i promise.”

she knows you well — she certainly can be quick. still has time to make you that coffee she always does, too.

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fastandcarlos · 1 year ago

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Lucky Charm ~ Lando Norris

Summary: Y/N finally decides she’s ready to brave the chaos of race day at the paddock, and the boys are more than happy to give her the introduction she deserves

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ynusername: imola here I come 🇮🇹

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username1: ofc she’s going to support lando

alex_albon: who said anything about lando?? maybe she’s there to cheer for me??

landonorris: can’t wait to see you bby 🔥

username3: I swear these two are complete goals

username4: it’s not fair how one person can be this pretty

carlossainz55: there’s a seat in ferrari with your name on

maxverstappen1: woah there! we’ve already called dibs on having her at red bull

landonorris: um excuse me…I think you’ll find y/n will be spending her weekend with me

ynusername: you lot are the worst 🤦🏻‍♀️

username5: I love seeing all my favourite people argue

username6: this is my highlight and the race hasn’t even begun yet…

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landonorris: race day ready with my lucky charm by my side 🍀

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username7: mum and dad 🥺

ynusername: cannot wait to cheer for you tomorrow!! ily

landonorris: ily so much more ❤️

danielricciardo: @landonorris i love you more than y/n does

ynusername: @danielricciardo that’s impossible

username8: how have we survived waiting this long for paddock y/n and lando

charles_leclerc: it was worth the wait tho…right?

username9: can you pls just marry each other now and have lots of beautiful babies

alex_albon: how do you race for 2 hours and still manage to look this good norris

landonorris: @alex_albon you just need a y/n in your life, she always leaves me looking a million dollars

alex_albon: @lilymhe get better

ynusername: @alex_albon oi we do not accept lily slander in this household

landonorris: ahem, aside from me ofc

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ynusername: ready for the race and to cheer for my man! 🏎️🏁

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carlossainz55: if you’re cheering for your man, why are you not wearing my shirt??

username10: excuse me sir?? you are very much mistaken

ynusername: if I was cheering for my favourite ex team mate of lando’s then you’d be my number 1 😍

danielricciardo: 💔💔💔💔

landonorris: did I ever tell you how good papaya looks on you?

landonorris: I just know I’ll win today with my lucky charm watching over me 🩷

username11: pls can we all adopt y/n as our lucky charm

francisca.cgomes: how have you been here 2 days and you’ve still not come to visit me

pierregasly: ha! she’s come to visit me, how does it feel to be second fave??

ynusername: @francisca.cgomes just saving the best til last aye

username12: if we do not see y/n at every race from now on there will be a protest

username13: I just want a love like theirs…is that too much to ask for??

georgerussell63: if you want a shirt upgrade y/n then just lemme know…

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landonorris: cloud nine ☁️ p1 and an evening with my best friend…what more could a guy want?

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oscarpiastri: that reminds me mate, I’m in the room next door, have you got any ear defenders?

ynusername: OSCAR PIASTRI!! SHUT YOUR MOUTH

landonorris: good idea, it’s gonna get loud tonight!

mclaren: another top week lando, well done! this lucky charm of yours might have to show up more often

username14: I don’t want this race weekend to end

username15: pls lord don’t let this be the last time we see y/n at a race

danielricciardo: congrats bud, fully deserved!!

maxverstappen1: a million dollars for y/n to be my lucky charm next weekend

landonorris: no amount of money will ever let me give y/n to you…she’s mine only

carlossainz55: is it possible to love two people more?

ynusername: stop with the third wheel dramatics!!

ynusername: had the best time ever!! can’t wait to do it all again soon my love 🩷

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hazelsmirrorball · 1 year ago

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My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys | Charles Leclerc

SUMMARY: After being mia for a year, Y/n comes back better than ever ready to talk about her six year relationship, through music.

FACE CLAIM: Lola Tung

pairings: Singer! Reader x Charles Leclerc

a/n: sorry for also being mia!! i’ve been working with uni and publishing my book! i hope you guys enjoy

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david.iacono our girl is finally making a comeback!!

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user102 i’m sorry but she’s alive?!

user15 y/n is finally back!!

user12 omg finally!! i missed her so so much

user4579_ i’ve missed you in the paddock

minnie.mills she’s back!!!

user101 wait? our girl? what happened to charles?

-> user15 im pretty sure they broke up! she hasn’t been seen anywhere for the past year and that includes everything related to charles.

-> user278 they don’t even follow each other on instagram anymore!

y/n.l/n via insta stories. minnie.mills via insta stories.

y/n.l/n via insta

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y/n.l/n guess who’s back with great news!! if you’ve been following me for a while you would now how much i love musical theater and i’m forever thankful for giving life to eurydice in hadestown!

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user10 our queen is back and she’s going to broadway?! omg guys!!!!!

user78 it’s happening!!!

user57 you did it y/n!!!

user17 i feel like a proud mother, congrats!!

minnie.mills broadway is shaking in their boots!! Just wait till they hear the album!

-> user890 the album?! what album??

-> user27 omg omg omg

-> y/n.l/n thank you for spoiling the album

user19 i don’t know what’s crazier, the album announcement in the comments or charles in the likes

y/n.l/n posted a video via insta.

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y/n.l/n. decided to give you guys a preview of a song I've been writing since I was gone, hope you guys enjoy!! xoxo

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user28 no fucking way!!!

user2901 I'm going to puke

user290 we can all agree this song is about Charles, right?!?! I can't be crazy

user190 this is so crazy

user789 but what’s the name of the song?

-> y/n.l/n my boy only breaks his favorite toys

-> user17 it keeps getting worse and worse for charles

user219 if this is the preview of the album she's writing if I were Charles I would start hiding

user89 once I fix me, he's gonna miss me?!?!? she ate I fear

user19 I guess the new album is a disstrack

user55 well at least we know who arthur and carlos side with in the breakup

user26 charles pr team should get to work

y/n.l/n via insta.

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y/n.l/n opening night was a hit! thank you for everyone that waited for me to heal and supported me all the way, i love you guys. good things are coming soon

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user78 you are so mega talented!! you deserve this and more

user891 the caption seems shady?

user178 oh charles what did you do

charles_leclerc congrats xoxo

-> user16 i don’t know what shocks me more, charles commenting or his xoxo

-> user89 once i fix me, he’s gonna miss me…

patriciooward via insta stories!

y/n.l/n via instagram !

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y/n.l/n all’s fair in love and poetry…new album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. out on friday!

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user189 omg?!? we’ve been getting so much content

user167 they could never make me hate you charles

patriciooward congrats cariño 🤍

-> user78 come again?

-> user67 pato what are you doing here?!

user78 i’m scared, if this is something about charles never proposing im going feral

user589 honestly i can’t wait until friday someone leak it!!

user67 please be ready charles

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thegingerwriter · 4 days ago

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Why are you holding on? - Bob Reynolds x reader - Part 3 of Thunder and Lullabys

Warnings/content: Mentions of trials, Bob is a lovesick puppy, idiots in love, eventual smut Words: 2.1k is short i'm sorry Let me know on THIS post if you wanna be added to the tag list pretty please

“…and you two will remain together, and behind me, got it?”

“uhh..y/n?”

You look up from where you’re half sat against the wall, looking up at Bob who has his hand on your arm- the touch warm on your skin.

You realize everyone else is looking at you- Walker, Ava, Bob, Yelena. You weren’t listening.

“Yes sorry-“ You perk up, trying to remember what was last said to you. “Bob and I stay together and behind…” You look up, not sure who was the one who spoke.

“Me.” Yelena says annoyedly, but there’s little aggression in her voice.

“Right.” You tune out again as Bob’s hand slides down your arm, grabbing your hand. You are surprised by the boldness of his touch- not just in general but in front of the others. You still barely know each other.

Everything is a blur- Walker arguing about going out fighting, Yelena being inches away from slapping him up the head, Ava trying to understand how any of this plan is going to work. You don’t even comprehend people are moving, going places until Bob pulls you along with him, hand firm around yours.

“Hey, you okay?” He whispers to you as he pulls you along beside him to follow Yelena quickly down a corridor, into a room filled with buttons and switches. She immediately starts tearing glass doors open, flipping switches repeatedly while looking back to check you are both staying put.

“Are both of you okay?” Yelena says, looking at more of the switches.

Bob looks at you expectantly as you stare at them both.

“Uh-yea. I guess.” You answer, and Bob nods slowly, hand leaving yours to nervously grab around his own.

“Okay good because I need you both to be alert for this next part.” You are not registering what Yelena is saying until she is pulling you both close to a wall, your body flush against it as she shushes you both harshly for even breathing.

“What was that?” You hiss, referring to the sound of gunshots coming from down the hallway.

“I told him to wait!” Yelena harshly whispers to herself, assuming she could only mean Walker.

“Wait for what?” You ask, terrified to be put through another ordeal again already.

Yelena takes a breathe, looking at you and Bob. “Okay. You two. Stay put. I’m going out, hopefully Ava has the truck, and Walker hasn’t totally screwed us over-.” She says the last part more to herself than you both, and she doesn’t wait for a reply before sprinting down the hallway.

“Holy shit, what do we do?” You ask, on the point of hysterical as the sound of gunshots continue. You are trying to not actually cling to Bob, but he is surprisingly calm.

“Hey, hey it’s fine, she said stay put, right? So we stay put.”

There is silence between you, just the absent noises of you both breathing with anxiety, and the sounds of gunshots and distant yelling.

“Who do you think…” Bob starts to ask, but he’s clearly not sure how to finish.

“Is shooting? Or being shot at? I’m not sure.” You finish for Bob. “Maybe whoever…called all of them into the vault? Or whoever.. put…us? In there?”

Bob freezes, clearly unsure how to respond to that. Whether that’s because he knows more than you do about before you woke up- you’re not sure. But either way, he doesn’t speak again.

Neither of you speak, until someone else does, and you both are too scared to even continue breathing.

“Down here!” A voice calls out and you both freeze behind the wall, turning to look at each other slowly.

You mouth for Bob to be quiet, and he nods frantically, grabbing your hand as the sound of footsteps increases as they get closer to the room. Shit, shit SHITTT!

Your heartrate increases, sweat building as you hear them grow closer and closer.

Right as you see a gun round the corner barrel first, and you try to decide if tackling the guy in black tactical gear would make any difference, someone else tackles the guy, and he tumbles to the ground. You realize it’s Walker, and you look away as John beats and then shoots the man in the head.

“Jesus Christ.” You say as Walker stands up, grey shield in hand.

“Come on you two, we gotta go!” Walker doesn’t wait for you to reply before running down the hallway, and when Bob doesn’t move, you take it upon yourself to thank him for earlier by grabbing his hand and pulling him along quickly around the corner and into the hallway. You keep him close to you as you both stay low and fast behind Walker.

“Feel like I should have grabbed that guy’s gun.” Bob mumbles and you’re not sure if it’s to himself or you.

You run out into the front room behind Walker and pause when you see Yelena standing there, her own tactical gear that matches the man from before.

“Um…” You start, but Yelena is quick to cut you off.

“No time. Smoke bombs in a minute. Bob stay close to me, y/n stay with Walker. Get to the truck.” Yelena says.

“60 seconds, we take the gap, hope Ava has the truck.” Walker adds.

“You mean we don’t know where we’re going?” Bob asks, clearly stressed.

There is silence as everyone looks at him, including yourself. It wouldn’t be the first time today you didn’t have a solid plan.

“Okay, let’s go then.” You try to be brave, gripping Bob’s hand with so much force you think you might accidentally break it. But he clearly doesn’t mind, letting you squeeze as much as you need to.

The rest is a blur. Smoke fills the room you are in. And you are forced to let go of Bob’s hand in order to stay close behind Walker, following his shady through the smoke as you pull your shirt over your nose in order to not cough and give away your location.

“We’re almost there.” Walker whispers back to you, and you hold on to that. Being away from Bob has your heart beating fast and mind racing. It’s like he’s a part of you- a half you’re not sure when you lost. But you need him- and something in your brain says it’s not the first time you have.

You continue following Walker, but when you turn to see if Bob is still with Yelena, you lose everyone.

“Walker?” You try to harshly whisper, but you’re afraid of making too much noise.

That’s when you hear a familiar woman’s voice yell, “There!”, and a pair of arms grab you, and you are quick to scream at the absolute top of your lungs.

“Fuck off, let me go!” You scream, but a hand flies over your mouth, and before you can struggle more, something sharp hits your neck, and you scream behind the hand as your body becomes woozy.

The last thing you remember is people screaming and gasping, surprised yells and your head finally hitting the ground. Again.

***

“These are the other people going through the clinical trials.” The person in scrubs said, leading you into the room where 3 other people sat.

“Uh… thank you.” You reply, and you receive no response as you step in the room and the door all but slams behind you, and you can’t mistake the sound of the lock that echoes in the room. You stand there awkwardly, looking at the people in the room. A soft-ish looking man in pyjama-like clothes like yours, clearly anxious and curled in on himself.

A woman and another man sit on the opposite side of the room together, muttering quietly and consistently to each other enough that you decide you shouldn’t interrupt them, and take a seat one chair apart from the man you spotted first.

He looks up at you slightly as you sit down, giving you a very short but still very kind smile.

You jump on it, hoping to strike some type of conversation to ease some anxiety stirring in your tummy.

“Um- hi.” You wait for him to look up at you again before sticking your hand out towards him. “My name is Y/n.” You stare at him, hoping, praying he’s not crazy and you didn’t just sit next to the wrong person.

But he eases everything inside of you when his warm but anxious smile appears again, and he takes your hand in his, clasping it loosely. “Bob.”

“Nice to meet you Bob.”

You let the silence settle between you both again, looking at him as he puts his head down again, and you realize some of demeanor is clearly boredom.

“How long you been in this room?” You decide to ask, hoping you don’t antagonize him.

“I have to guess a few hours at most. You and the doctor that I saw just before are the first people I’ve seen all day besides those two over there.” Bob says, nodding his head to the pair still muttering to each other. Not having stopped since you came in.

“Oh, I see. Well that’s shit.” You say plainly, and you are surprised when Bob lets out a laugh, his features lighting up.

“Yea, it kind of is. What did you say your name was again?” Bob says, turning in his seat and clearly giving you his full attention. You straighten up, suddenly under his gaze and heat hitting your cheeks.

“Y/n.” You smile at him and he returns it.

“Well I hope we get to stick together than Y/n. If I’m honest, this kind of thing freaks me out and I’d like…a friend.”

You stare at him, surprised by his candidness. “Me too, Bob.”

***

“Hey!” You yell at a doctor as they run past your room, and you see their silhouette through the frosted glass. You are relieved when they stop, tapping the glass from the outside to make it clear so you can see each other.

“Yes?” The doctor asks, looking annoyed and offended you are speaking to him. Like you are below him.

“Where is Bob?” You interrogate, and you fume when the doctor looks confused.

“Who?”

“BOB! The other man that stays in this room with me? One of the only other people fucking here!” You are angry- it’s been nearly a whole 24 hours since you last spoke to Bob, and he’s still not back in the (sort of) safety of his shared room with you, in the bunk under yours.

“Oh. You’ll be staying in this room by yourself for a little bit. He’s busy.” That’s all the doctor gives you, and before you can protest, they tap the glass and they disappear.

You actually scream at the lack of information, terrified and worried for your friend.

Please come back.

***

Your head is pounding as you roll over, using the momentum to sit up. “Fuck my head…” You mutter, cradling it as you blink and try to get used to the brightness in whatever… room you’re in.

“Hi.” A voice says, and you jump, sitting up straighter on the… are you in a bed? You look around the room frantically, seeing a woman with beautiful brown hair, white strips through it in elegant waves. She is sitting at a chair across from your bed, and you are surprised by her…warmth.

“Hello?” You manage to get out, voice hoarse.

“Oh, here-.” The woman gets up, walking over to the bedside table next to you, pouring you a glass of water from the jug sitting there.

“Um- thank you,” You mutter, lifting the glass to your lips. It is cold and crisp, and you nearly moan at the feeling of it sliding down your throat.

She smiles at you, and you can’t help but feel uncomfortable.

You suddenly sit up, remembering what happened before you passed out.

“Wait- I have friends.” She doesn’t look surprised, but doesn’t say anything or interrupt you. “Yelena. Bob- shit where is Bob?” You ask, stressed and throwing your legs out over the bed, but you are wobbly, and instantly sit bac down again.

Again, the woman doesn’t look surprised at this, and gives you her best “kind” smile.

“We will discuss that. The other’s aren’t a worry for you anymore, don’t worry! And Bob- well. We think it’s best if you two stay permanently separated.”

Permanently?

Separated?

“No, there’s been a mistake we’re not dangerous- we’re friends and-.”

“Sweetie if I’m honest, he’s an ocean and you are a pond. Your power is miniscule compared to his and I need you out of the picture right now. Don’t worry, I’ll have a good role for you but until-.”

You don’t hear the rest of what she says because your ears are ringing, fuming with the idea that someone is keeping your only friend away from you for no good reason.

And you just have the smallest feeling Bob is somewhere in the same building feeling the exact same thing.

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pupyuj · 1 year ago

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→ “long overdue.” || kim jiwon (liz) x reader.

— jiwon reunites with you, her old fling, at her brother’s bachelor party and with the sparks still in the air, you don’t waste any time to get familiar with her once more…

word count: 5.2k.

dynamic: dom!bottom!liz x sub!top!reader.

warnings: age gap (it's not much!), unnie kink, fwb to lovers, nipple play, oral fixation, cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding, orgasm denial, edging.

a/n: FINALLY! a jiwon fic from moi 😭😭 this was supposed to be posted earlier on valentine's day but alas 💀 i really do wish i could've dropped something for feb 14th but back then i was bitter, lonely, sad, and angry so trying to write something cute and lovey-dovey was just not ideal LMAO but anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this fic 💚 only one more member and i will have officially written a fic for each of the ive unnies! WE CAN DO IT!! 😤✨ also i'm pretty sure i'm missing some warnings/tags but i'm too sleepy to remember them so...

jiwon doesn’t know why she agreed to chaperone her grown brother to his stupid bachelor party. as far as she knew, it was a boy thing. according to her brother, however, she was an exception and so, jiwon finds herself seated at the farthest corner of the bar in what might be the most expensive nightclub she has ever set foot in. she hasn’t even downed her first drink yet—she merely made a tiny tornado with the small umbrella while keeping an eye on her little brother and his ridiculous group of friends.

some of them were familiar to her, some weren’t. and some have repeatedly asked for her number in the past two and a half hours they’ve been in the place. it was after the eleventh time it happened that jiwon decided to go on her lonesome and sat on that one corner of the bar, silently waiting for the little party to end so she could get her nice, long and certainly well-deserved, sleep. jiwon really wished that she came up with some boring excuse to avoid this event. unfortunately, she couldn’t say no to her brother who was so kind to include her!

perhaps he knew that jiwon needed to look at something that wasn’t the view from the big windows of that fancy condominium where she lives. on top of all that, jiwon has been working harder than usual. but that’s only because she quite literally has nothing else to do in her life. all of her friends were busy, she was busy, and it’s not like she can just hit up her coworkers for a quick drink after work when she barely knew them. in hindsight, jiwon sort of needed this!

jiwon raises her glass to her lips, but stops midway when something curious catches her attention. a girl, a bit younger than jiwon herself, confidently marches up towards her brother and does a very familiar handshake with him before hugging him tightly. jiwon watches as the girl and her brother chat a bit. they exchanged a few jokes here and there, the girl hands him a small bag (a gift to his soon-to-be wife, possibly), then her brother whispers in the girl’s ear as he exchanges glances with jiwon, and suddenly both of them were looking at her from across the nightclub.

jiwon nearly drops her glass when she sees the girl’s face clearly. it was you—(y/n) (l/n), her brother’s former roommate and best friend all throughout college! jiwon has met you before! back when her life was a goddamn mess and her entire family thought that you were her brother’s girlfriend. but then it turns out you were more like… his sister from a different family and so that was when you and jiwon started getting to know each other.

perhaps you got to know each other a bit too well… because jiwon remembers all those times when the two of you would hang out in her room for hours and f—

“jiwon-unnie!”

the blonde haired girl springs up from her seat and waved as you squeezed through multiple crowds of people until you got to her. wow, you were beautiful. taller, older, and obviously so much prettier than the last time jiwon saw you.

which was in between her le—

“i missed you so much!” you engulfed jiwon in a crushing bear-hug which she awkwardly returned. “oh wow, unnie, you’re gorgeous! blonde fits you so well.” you were saying as you pulled away, taking in all of jiwon’s features and even threading her soft hair from behind. jiwon got goosebumps under your touch—how the fuck was she supposed to act normal in this situation?

“i am so glad you’re here because as much as i love him, i’m not as much of a boys girl anymore.” you pulled jiwon back to her seat, taking the empty one right beside hers and immediately telling the bartender about your favorite drink. jiwon finds herself completely speechless. literally. you were vibrant, you were chatty, you were so charming—everything jiwon remembers that you were all those years ago.

“mmm. never gets old.” you said after taking the first sip of your drink. you then turned to jiwon who flinched upon making eye contact with you. “what have you been doing these days, unnie? i know you’re like, some kind of big deal at this rich-people company you work for but you know… what else?” you eyed jiwon up and down before smiling at her. not even the darkness and the nearly seizure-inducing lights of the nightclub could hide that familiar glint in your eyes, but jiwon chose to ignore them.

she couldn’t help but glance at how your skirt is hiked up after you’ve put one leg over the other though.

“um, i haven’t been doing much, really. just… work and making sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.” jiwon said, nodding her head to her brother who was pretty buzzed at this time.

you laughed, “you guys never really changed, huh? glad to see it.” you took another sip of your drink.

“only this time i’m helping him with his road to being a husband instead of a project due in thirty minutes.” jiwon shakes her head at the memory, and she likes the way it makes you smile brightly.

“right… and are you still with wonyoung-ssi?” you asked with caution. yet you stared at jiwon as you did so, making sure she sees your ulterior motive through your eyes. jiwon feels herself crumbling under the weight of your stare, as much as she tries to put up a fight of her own.

“no… no, that’s been over for a while now.” it was a good breakup. one that ended with laughter rather than tears and anger. jiwon still talks with wonyoung to this day. why, only a week ago, wonyoung had called jiwon about her brother’s wedding! she expressed her regret about not being able to attend it due to scheduling conflicts—the life of an acclaimed supermodel was busy after all!

you looked significantly happier with the news, now gulping down your drink with a smile on your face. “h-how about you? he never told me what you did after you guys graduated…” jiwon attempts to have some control of the situation—sitting up straight, staring back at you with the same intensity, and all. was she successful? no. jiwon’s blushes as you held your stare with hers, an amused smirk now on your lips before you flipped your hair over your shoulder.

shiiit, jiwon remembers how perfect your neck looks while covered with marks left by her… oh gods, what is wrong with her?!

“well, after college, i did try getting my career started… but that didn’t work out. i ended up going back to my hometown to get back in touch with my heart and all that sentimental bullshit, and it actually worked,” you giggled, your hand brushing across your hair. “i know what i want to do in my life, but for now, i’m just…” you trailed off, raising your drink as well as quirking your eyebrow. “having fun before i can’t.” now your glass is finally empty.

“that’s good. and i’m glad the two of you are still friends. i was worried you’d grow apart.” it always made jiwon smile when she came home after a rough day at her old job and seeing you and her brother in the house, chatting and fooling around as if you weren’t burdened by all your commitments and responsibilities. it had always been refreshing seeing you, and it still is.

you propped your elbow on the table and put your chin on your palm, flashing jiwon a teasing smile, “did you miss me, unnie?”

and just like that, every ounce of confidence jiwon built up evaporates into nothing. she laughs awkwardly, hiding behind her drink, “o-of course! it was weird not seeing you guys together all the time, you know!” another awkward laugh. jiwon felt ridiculous and childish.

“no, unnie,” you moved closer, putting your hand on jiwon’s arm. she turned her head to look at you again and there you were, staring at her with clouded eyes. you then leaned closer and put your other arm behind her, your lips ghosting above her ear. shitshitshit, that’s too close. “did you miss me?”

what happened moments later isn’t exactly what jiwon would say was… a mistake. hell, it was far from it.

being trapped between the door of your hotel room and yourself while getting her neck marked up and her clothes slowly stripped down is the most eventful jiwon’s night has been.

jiwon could feel her brother’s worry all the way from here… well, it’s mainly because she knew that all the buzzing that her phone was doing in her pocket was because of him mass texting her about her whereabouts. she couldn’t be bothered to text him back right now though, not when you were already trailing your hand up her thigh and sliding it underneath her skirt. this felt familiar, and it felt good. feeling you gently rub her wet cunt through her panties felt good, feeling you softly biting on her collarbone felt good, seeing those cute eyes of yours asking for permission while you tugged on her panties felt good.

how long has it been since jiwon felt this kind of rush in her life? too long, she’d say. so why not make the most out of it?

jiwon cups your cheeks and crashes her lips into yours for the first time that night. your lips tasted like blueberries (from whatever you were drinking earlier), and jiwon loved the way you kissed her rather clumsily as if you didn’t expect her to do it first. jiwon couldn’t get enough. she pushes you further inside the room, discarding you of your jacket while doing so. she sits you down on the edge of the bed before separating from your lips and suddenly walking off, leaving you confused and slightly light-headed.

turns out, jiwon only went away to turn the lampshade on, illuminating the room with a warm orange glow before going back to you. she stared you down with hooded eyes, lust replacing the kind look in her irises that you knew and loved, and then she gently grabs your jaw, tilting your head up. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to soothe that ache in your core. god, you missed her.

“make this worth it, (y/n).” jiwon says coldly. even jiwon herself was surprised at her tone, but something in her brain liked how you crumbled under her stare. compared to the timid, nervous jiwon from earlier, bossy and demanding and… kind of harsh jiwon just did something right to you.

“you’ve always been worth it.” you pulled jiwon towards you by her hips, making her sit down on your lap. you feel her brushing your hair with her fingers, allowing you to release the tension on your shoulders and just melt into her. you’ve missed her warmth, and she’s missed yours. jiwon didn’t understand why you left when you did… but that was a question you were going to answer for her later.

much, much later.

jiwon moans softly as you start kissing her neck. your hands get busy with the remaining buttons on her shirt, revealing more of her skin for you to mark up throughout the night. you’ve already left some earlier, and they were starting to show across her chest but that wasn’t enough. you slowly pull off her shirt and let it drop to the ground, then your hands travel lower on jiwon’s body, stopping at the waistband of her skirt.

you were eager to touch her—unzipping her skirt and whining to get her to stand up and let it fall at her feet before you pulled her back into you. jiwon couldn’t help but laugh while you kissed her hungrily, and then she giggled even more when you rolled around and made her lay on her back on the bed.

you pouted cutely as you observed her and her baby pink lingerie, “hmm… were you expecting to sleep with someone in that club, unnie? you looked prepared.”

jiwon thought it was the perfect time to tease such a normally confident girl like you. so she nodded with a shit-eating grin, “the lady bartender was cute actually.” she laughs when you suddenly hop off of her abdomen, choosing to sit on the side of the bed instead. you were taking off your shoes, setting them aside before starting to discard yourself of your jewelry and putting them on the bedside table. jiwon watches you intently, her desire for you only growing by the second.

“come on, get in here already.” jiwon tugged on your sleeve, more than ready to feel your lips on her skin once again. she decided to sit up and help you with your dress though, reaching for the zipper and slowly pulling it down. she didn’t waste the opportunity to leave kisses on the back of your neck, all the way down to the middle of your back, making sure that her lipstick sticks on your skin and smiling satisfied once she sees that it did.

finally, jiwon could see all of you after all these years, and you were just as beautiful as the last time she saw you. jiwon couldn’t resist immediately grabbing your face and kissing you as you climbed into the bed—she longed to feel your skin against hers again and now that you were here, she doesn’t think she ever wants to let you go like she did back then. so, jiwon holds onto you tightly, letting you settle yourself on top of her once again while your hands impatiently explore her perfect body. your hands reach behind jiwon, unclasping her bra and throwing it aside, your hands quickly finding themselves busy fondling her soft breasts.

it was cute to see that you still adored her tits as much as you did back then. you did that thing you always did when you were intimate with jiwon, kissing all over her chest, making sure to cover every inch of skin while still massaging her tits. jiwon caresses your hair as you did your job, laughing softly in an adoring way, her smile only widening when you look up at her with your own grin.

“you’re so pretty, jiwon-unnie.” you gave the older girl one last quick kiss on the lips before leaning down and taking her nipple in your mouth. jiwon gasps at the feeling of your warm tongue slowly swirling around her nipple. it was familiar, like all of the other things you’ve done to her so far, but it also felt new at the same time. because this time, the two of you were much older, and you were doing this purely out of your true feelings for each other rather than a decision made on a whim. jiwon moans loudly when you softly and carefully bite on the hard bud, but she was quick to regain composure when she notices something quite… well, interesting.

jiwon sees how you humped the mattress slightly, trying your best to soothe that buzzing in your core on your own. jiwon decides to swiftly slide her thigh in between your legs and press it against your wet cunt, feeling all satisfied when you whine and start slowly grinding on her thigh for further stimulation. your hand that was pinching her other nipple was now gripping the sheets as you started riding jiwon’s thigh faster, whining even more as you feverishly sucked and nipped on her tit. jiwon grins, loving how she hasn’t lost her special little talent of reducing you to her obedient pet. she starts meeting your little thrusts by raising her thigh—somehow, the sight of you like this had her soaked, but you haven’t noticed at all. you were too busy trying to get yourself off!

you had to let go of jiwon’s nipple eventually, now hugging her close and whining at her chest because you were feeling so good. you’ve started shaking and your moans were shorter and higher—it only meant one thing! jiwon takes a fistful of your hair and pulls your face up to make you look at her, ignoring how you winced at the pain.

“don’t cum.” she says strictly, her grip on your hair tightening by the second the more you thrust into her thigh.

“b-but..! hnng.. i’m s-so close…! so close…” the pout, the tears, that desperate tone in your voice… jiwon almost wanted to fold, but she wasn’t in the mood for that.

“you don’t get to cum before me ever, remember? be good.”

as much as it upset you, you slowly decreased your pace until you were merely sitting on her thigh. jiwon smiles—she was happy to know that she still had some sort of hold over you. she knew she always did! why, you were always clingy towards jiwon whenever her brother invited you over, and that was even before the two of you started sleeping with each other. she always used it to her advantage, mostly in bed, of course. something else jiwon always liked: that pitiful look on your cute face when she denies you of your release. you’d always look so timid after, afraid that if you spoke incorrectly, jiwon might stop the whole thing entirely.

but jiwon was never that cruel. she’d tease you, sure, but she would always make sure to give you what you want. just as long as she gets hers first.

“look,” you watched as jiwon’s hand traveled down from her stomach to her panties. she was drenched; your fault. “do something.” she demands. shit. the dark tone in her voice and the stern look on her face was enough to get you to move lower. you pulled off jiwon’s panties, your heart beating so fast for no goddamn reason. it has been a very long time since you have seen jiwon, let alone like this. acting like this, looking at you like this. it’s got you weak.

you stared at jiwon’s pussy. soaked, tight, perfect, and most importantly, all for you.

“how cute. you’re practically drooling.” jiwon impatiently puts her hand atop your head and brings your face closer to her needy cunt. you hoisted her legs over your shoulder, then you started leaving kisses along her inner thighs—deep and sensual kisses, slow and careful right up until your lips barely ghosted above her pussy. jiwon stares at you with anticipation, you stare back at her; your eyes now dark and hungry. you keep eye contact as you licked up her cunt once, smirking while you felt jiwon’s entire body shiver at the feeling. she pushes your head a little closer, so fucking desperate that you almost wanted to be petty and tease her, but she would probably hit you for that.

and so, you give her what she wants. within seconds of your lips touching her cunt once more, you were practically making out with it. goosebumps appeared along your skin as your tongue slowly got familiar with jiwon’s taste again. it felt right, like the stars have finally realigned themselves after years of floating about the expansive universe, lost. you put your hands to use, spreading her lips apart and pleasuring her clit.

“g-good…! there… mmhn.. (y/n)-ah…!” jiwon grabs a fistful of your hair again, pushing you impossibly closer to her cunt, practically grinding it against your face. you wrap your lips around the sensitive bud, sucking softly and moaning at jiwon’s sheer taste. fuck, it was all too good. you use one hand to grip one of her thighs, sinking your nails down to her skin, and spreading it further so you could have room.

“fuck..! i want to cum, (y/n)… m-more, more..! please…” jiwon’s back arches right as you flick the sensitive bud. you slipped your tongue inside her cunt, making jiwon moan just a tad bit louder than the hotel room walls would recommend her to. the next rooms most likely heard that—good. everyone needs to know how amazing you make her feel. how you’re the only one who can make her feel this way. and everyone’s going to know it again; you used your free hand to rub jiwon’s clit since your tongue was too busy inside her.

normally, this would’ve made jiwon cum. but she was strong this time around. “fucking—god, (y/n)…! more.. more…” jiwon pleads while on the verge of tears. you free her thigh of your grip and hold her hand instead, at least it helped her ground herself at least. the more you used your tongue inside her, the more you felt her clench. her grip gets tighter, both on your hand and on your hair. you briefly glanced upwards and saw her closing her eyes shut—she was close. but you found yourself being torn between letting her reach her climax now, stall a bit longer, or… make her orgasm just a lot stronger.

you pulled out your tongue from her cunt. jiwon hisses and nearly hits you on the head for slowing down and going back to sucking on her clit as you previously did. she glared at you, but was immediately back to being at your mercy when you unexpectedly inserted two of your fingers inside her. god, she was still tight. you stared in awe as you fucked jiwon in an excrutiatingly slow pace, merely watching as her pussy clenches around your digits. you pushed further, now knuckle-deep inside jiwon. you could cum from the sensation of her spongy walls brushing against your fingertips alone but you had to keep her rule in mind.

“m-mouth… use your mouth, (y/n).. ah!” and happily you did! your mouth and fingers worked in unison on jiwon’s pussy—every time you pulled out, you’d suck and lick her clit, the routine now going back to you. you’re remembering all the things she liked done to her, even down to the tiniest details. like eye contact. your eyes fluttered open, peering at jiwon through your fringe. she was already staring at you, her face contorted to show much pleasure you were bringing to her. jiwon has never once tried to conceal her noises and she wasn’t going to ask you to slow down or anything either. you both needed this, and unfortunately for this entire damn hotel, they were going to know just how much.

jiwon loosens her grip on your head once she realizes just how tight she was holding it, now threading your hair and only gently nudging you closer whenever she thinks your mouth isn’t doing enough. you curled your fingers inside her, making her tense up once more and bring her to that familiar edge. “please, please, please…!” jiwon whispers desperately like a prayer with a single tear running down her cheek. you increased your pace and buried your face in her cunt, not caring about making a mess of your face. all you cared about was satisfying your jiwon-unnie, and that you were successful when you brought her to a mind-blanking orgasm with a single flick of your tongue.

a long moan escapes jiwon’s lips as you continue to eat her out through her climax. god, she was delectable. you were determined to not waste a single drop of her cum, lapping her up like a dog and once more relishing at the taste of her juices on your tongue. you pull out your fingers as well, making sure jiwon sees you sucking on it to show her just how much you enjoy how she tastes. jiwon was beyond flustered and she was feeling all sorts of things—overwhelmed, weak, and perhaps most importantly of all, so fucking desperate to make you feel just as good.

you don’t hear her at first. jiwon was speaking in a small voice since she was still weak from everything you did, but you do hear her later on. “come here, baby,” the nickname practically sends you scurrying over on top of her again. jiwon wipes your chin clean with her hand, smiling brightly at you as she pulls you in for a sweet kiss. she can taste herself on your lips and your tongue, and a part of her understands why you’re so addicted. “unnie’s turn, hm?” she whispers against your lips… but her kisses have sent your brain elsewhere, hence your surprised gasp when you felt her gently rub your clit through your panties.

“hah… you’re still super sensitive here?” jiwon asked.

“t-that’s my clit, unnie.. of course, i’m—ahh—sensitive there…” cheeky. even when you’re the one at her mercy now. you pulled your panties off, throwing over to the pile of clothes on the carpeted floor. jiwon was teasing you: tracing your lips with her fingers, barely letting her fingertips touch your entrance, and not even giving your clit the attention it needs now. you whine as you grind down on jiwon’s hand, desperate for more contact but she refuses to touch you.

“aww, what’s with that face?” jiwon coos, laughing slightly. you had a mix of desperation and irritation on your face. it was annoying how she was being annoying, especially at such a crucial time but you knew the exact thing you had to do to get her going.

“unnie. please. i need you…” you pleaded. jiwon leans back on the pillow behind her, finding it so amusing to watch you slowly lose every ounce of self-respect just so you can cum. fuck, if jiwon wanted to be cruel, she could! she could make you beg all night, see those pretty eyes of yours shine with tears as you cry… the sick part of jiwon really wanted it all to come true, but she’s missed you too much to prolong this any further. and so, she pushes your face closer to her by the back of your neck, kissing you passionately just to get you to calm down.

one word jiwon would use to describe how she felt for the events that followed? relieving.

it was relieving to feel your warmth around the three fingers she inserted in your pussy at once, to feel your tongue inside her mouth, to bleed slightly from the way you held onto her arms so tightly, and it was most relieving to hear you say her name so sweetly. you can have such a dirty mouth with so many vulgar words to say, especially from years before when you were younger, but whenever you were with jiwon, you were a different person. jiwon was one of the only people who you allowed to see you like this: soft, weak, and so endearing. it seems like you haven’t changed that aspect about you, and that fact within itself was relieving to jiwon.

“unnie…!” you buried your head on the crook of jiwon’s neck as you felt every inch of her fingers brush against all of your sweet spots. as expected, things were always different when it came to jiwon. being so vulnerable to other people terrified you to the point where it was almost impossible to let your heart open to them, but jiwon made it so simple. but now that you were right here, looking at jiwon and feeling her everywhere, maybe it wasn’t just simply her that made it possible for you to let yourself fall.

wait… fall?

yes. fall. all this time—you’ve fallen for jiwon but too many things made it complicated for you to fully embrace it. but now you are ready.

“i’m so happy, (y/n),” jiwon’s voice felt like a dream. you almost couldn’t hear her properly due to how much her fingers overwhelmed you. the older girl used her free hand to lift your chin, making you look at her, before kissing your lips—it has always been her favorite thing to do. “i’m so happy you came back to me. i don’t know how to express how much i missed you… surely not with words, not even with this…” jiwon plunges her fingers deep, shushing you while you moan loudly. god, she knew you too well. knew which spot to hit to get you to lose your mind, knew the exact words to whisper in your ear when she notices you were slipping away from reality, and knew exactly how to make your heart beat like it never has before.

jiwon pulls her index finger out, now fucking you faster than she ever has with the only fingers she has inside you. “good girl. god, baby… you’re getting me wet again.” jiwon locks one of her legs around yours, keeping you in place. her palm slams against your sensitive clit, bringing tears to your eyes even though you grinded on her hand desperately to feel it over and over again. part of the reason why jiwon always needed to be the one to be fucked first is because you get so tired after your turn that you just pass out, and you never got out of that habit it seems. jiwon sees how the light was escaping your eyes, it was only a matter of time before you were too exhausted to keep yourself awake.

“hm, we have to be careful, huh? can you handle it, love?”

you nodded frantically, afraid that she’d slow down had you answered otherwise, “y-yes..! ahh, yes, i can. i can, unnie.. i can—mmhn..! i can take it…” you started moving your hips, riding jiwon’s fingers just to get closer and closer for that climax you’ve been chasing after the entire night. jiwon was thoroughly amused at how determined you were. normally, you’d give up or tap out if you found it all too much, but jiwon knows you want to be good for her. especially after all this time.

“you’re so cute… but don’t worry, baby,” jiwon places a sweet, deep kiss on your damp forehead. “we have all the time in the world now.”

a curl of her fingers later and you were cumming on jiwon’s hand. the older girl stopped her movements, afraid of overstimulating you. she whispers sweet words into your ears as you let yourself go, at least that's what you think she’s doing. you could barely keep your eyes open, let alone hear. but despite your consciousness slowly slipping away from you, you still felt jiwon gently lay you down on the spot next to her. she holds you close enough that she is within kissing distance.

she was so perfect—how could you have left her?

“unnie…” you tucked a piece of her behind her ear. her laugh makes your ears tingle. you faintly hear her ask if you’re feeling okay, to which you nodded weakly at. you can see her lips move, she was saying a few things, but you can’t hear her over the sound of your heartbeat. you cup her cheek, lean close, and kiss her. maybe it was your favorite thing to do, just like her. and then, words that have always been expected to be unsaid leave your lips. some feelings that have been kept hidden, secrets that you were afraid of letting slip.

“i love you, jiwon-unnie.”

long overdue, sure. even jiwon felt it before you ever said it to her. but she thinks that your bashful smile, the way you shyly looked away from her, and your precious reaction to her saying it back made it all worth the wait.

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punk-spic3y · 2 months ago

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for a minute in the sunlight

poly!matsuhanaxreader

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cw/tags: established relationship, post timeskip, afab reader, she/they reader, a little hurt/comfort, very brief mention of homophobia, eventual smut, makeup sex, threesome (M/M/F), subspace, a tiny smidge of impact play, praise, overstim, spitting, p in v sex, aftercare

a/n: when i started writing earlier this year, this is the fic i started first! it's changed a lot since it's conception and i'm happy with how it ended up, so I hope u enjoy it as well! <3

crossposted to aO3

You never work Saturday mornings, so the one time you’ve got to cover last minute for a coworker, Makki and Mattsun laughing so loudly in the living room that it wakes you from a dead sleep shortly after midnight is not something you feel like forgiving in the moment. You throw the comforter off and slam the bedroom door open, metaphorical flames spouting from your ears. “I have to be up at 3:45 AM I will destroy everything you love if you two don’t shut the fuck up.” Mattsun’s eyes are wide as he stares at you; your hair is stuck flat on one side and you’re wearing his oversized radiohead t-shirt--for some reason, you’re also wearing Hiro’s socks. The latter does nothing to suppress his giggle as he holds up Mattsun’s phone. You squint and walk over to the couch, it’s open to a thread of messages from an unsaved number. “What am I supposed to be looking at here?”

Makki’s laugh only intensifies, leaving Mattsun to explain, “So I just received this message from your apparently very concerned coworker.”

xxx:

So sorry for reaching out like this but I got your information from y/n’s emergency contact form, this is their coworker

You’re their partner, right?

Another guy has been picking them up…and I’ve seen them being very affectionate with each other

I’m not trying to be in y/n’s business but I thought you should know, since you’re together

Sorry again, hope you have a good weekend

me:

LMAOOOOOOO

we’re poly

xxx:

OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY

Please forget I said anything

I’m so sorry for bothering you!!!

Please feel free to not ever mention this to y/n this is so embarrassing

me:

Mattsun points to the last message, “Before you get mad this was not me.” You turn your glare on Makki, who is laughing so hard you’re not sure if he even heard Issei rat him out.

“Makki, that's mean,” he wipes the tears from the corners of his eyes.

“If you say anything to her when you pick me up tomorrow I’m going to start walking home alone and if I get mugged it’ll be your fault. For being mean.”

“Y/n c’moooonnn” he whines at you, trying to hide his smirk.

“Fuck both of you I’m going back to bed.”

Mattsun huffs a laugh and whisper-shouts after you, “Sleep well, grumpy.”

You narrow your eyes at both of them as you turn and make your way towards your bedroom to attempt at least another couple hours of sleep before waking up for your opening shift.

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Your coworker literally hasn’t made eye contact with you a single time the whole shift. You’re off in 20 minutes so you resolutely decide to continue ignoring it until the end of time. Wiping down the steam wand, you glance up and catch sight of not one, but both of your partners sitting at one of the metal tables outside, waiting to walk you home. You catch Makki’s eye and give him your best “behave yourself” glare. He winks back at you.

You finally finish your shift, successfully managing to still avoid eye contact or conversation with your coworker. With a deep breath you mumble as you round the counter, “Have a good weekend,” and grab your bag to make your way to the front door; running straight into Mattsun’s chest in your haste. You meet his eyes and notice that your pink haired idiot is nowhere to be seen. A question in your eyes, you look up at Matsukawa and he just points back to the counter behind you with a smug look on his face. You don’t even bother turning around, heat flaring in your cheeks.

“Hanamaki.”

Whatever conversation he was trying to start with your coworker stops at your short tone and the use of his full last name--you never call him that. Face flaming, you thank the higher powers that there are no other customers in the coffee shop right now. “I swear to christ, if you don’t shut your mouth and walk out this door right now I will personally burn your things in the front yard.” Mattsun, still standing in front of you, puts his hands up in a gesture of surrender, meeting Makki’s eyes over the top of your head. You hear Makki sigh behind you and mumble an apology to your coworker through laughter.

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You’ve been giving him the silent treatment since you got home earlier this afternoon. Usually, you’d playfully ignore him for all of 10 minutes before giving in, but you’re feeling especially stubborn today and he still hasn’t actually apologized to you. It was embarrassing and you want him to know that it kind of hurt your feelings. You specifically asked him not to bring it up, and instead, he made it worse.

Your mood only worsens as the day goes on.

You put something simple together for dinner, stir fry with veggies from the farmer’s market downtown, Mattsun’s arms wrapped around your waist as you move around the kitchen. He can tell you’re still upset but he doesn’t push you to talk about it. The three of you eat at the table in uncomfortable silence, Issei glancing between the two of you while Makki desperately tries to get you to actually look at him.

You wash the dishes, shooting down Makki’s peace offering of taking care of them instead. You can hear them talking quietly in the living room over the muffled sounds of the tv. By the time you’re done with the dishes, Mattsun has apparently decided he’s had enough of the awkward silence between you and Makki. He stands and huffs loudly, grabbing his wallet off the end table, “Alright, I’m going to pick up boba. I’ll be back in an hour and the two of you better have your shit figured out by then.” He places a tender kiss to your forehead and one against Hiro’s cheek before slides on his shoes and gives both of you a pointed look as he walks out the front door.

You cross your arms over your chest where you’re leaning against the counter, glaring at the front door--refusing to speak first. Out of the corner of your eye you see Makki glance at the front door as if willing Issei to walk back in.

The three of you have been together for years--and friends for even longer--so of course you’ve seen your fair share of fights. You and Makki fight the most, both too stubborn to admit fault. Mattsun is often forced to play mediator (he usually doesn’t mind) so the fact that he’s left you here alone to figure things out stirs something unpleasant in your chest. You feel a sting in the corners of your eyes and take a deep breath. You cry easily and you hate it, so you try to stave off the tears for as long as possible.

Hiro reads you like a book, immediately aware that you’re heading towards tears. He crosses the kitchen and stands in front of you, close enough that you know he’s there but he doesn’t reach out yet, not wanting to push you into physical contact. He sighs, “I’m sorry for embarrassing you at work,” he pauses, “it was too much.” Your watery eyes flick up to meet his and he continues, “Mattsun tried to tell me not to, I should have listened…I’m sorry.”

After a pause his voice softens and he tucks his chin, avoiding your gaze again, “Can I ask you a question though?” You nod, the tightness in your jaw relaxing a bit, humming for him to continue. “You’ve been working there for over a year, has this really never come up?” You recognize the hurt in his voice even though he’s trying his best to hide it.

Your eyes widen and a few tears escape at the downtrodden tone of his voice. You’d never really thought about how not being ‘out’ as poly would make him feel. The coffee shop you work at is in a great part of town with a big LGBTQ+ customer base; pride flags in the windows, the whole nine. That doesn’t mean that telling people about the three of you isn’t still scary. You really liked your part time gig at the coffee shop. You enjoyed your coworkers, and liked the environment. Of course the topic of dating had come up, you were close enough to a couple of the baristas you worked with to want to consider them your friends.

Whenever anyone had brought up the topic of relationships, you guess you’d left some key pieces of information out, telling them only about your relationship with Mattsun. He’s the one who usually stopped by to walk you home after your shift until recently.

Your eyes get hazy with unshed tears, the feelings of guilt and shame gnawing at you. You realize how long you’d been quiet when Makki gently says your name. Tears threatening to spill and voice a bit raspy you look up at him, “Hiro, I'm so sorry.” He sees that you’re barely holding on, jaw clenched hard to try and stave off your tears, and reaches out, hand hovering at your elbow “Baby, come here.”

At his gentle tone the dam breaks and a sob escapes you as your hand fists in his t-shirt. He brings a hand up to cradle the back of your head and wraps his other arm around your waist. Through choked sobs you try to apologize again, “M’s-so sor-ry,” you’re frustrated with yourself, “Cr-crying like this is so s-stupid.” His response comes easily, “You can cry as much as you want, it's not stupid,” his hand strokes through your hair. “You’re okay. It’s okay, I’m not mad at you.”

After getting your breathing under control, you push back to look up at him with ruddy cheeks. “I guess I was scared, but that’s fucking stupid.” His chuckles at the little crease in your brow, “S’not stupid to be scared, people are mean.” You squeeze at his waist with a huff, ‘Why aren’t you mad, I hate that you’re not mad at me. I did something stupid and I hurt your feelings, so I definitely feel like you should get to be mad.” He buries his nose in your hair, laughing against you, “I know you weren’t doing it to hurt my feelings, it’s okay.” Keeping his arms tight around you, he waddles the two of you towards the couch, pinching your sides until he gets a laugh past your pouty lips.

“We’re all good, really," he releases his hold on you to squish your cheeks with large hands, “Just don’t leave me out again, yeah?” You nod the best you can, pulling lightly at his wrists until he lets go enough for you to speak clearly, “You know I love you, right?” He smiles at you, all warm and genuine, and it makes you melt a little. Your cheeks burn and you look away from him to murmur against his shoulder, “I hated not talking to you all day.” He pulls you to sit between his long legs on the couch as he speaks, draping himself over your shoulders affectionately, “Tell me all about your day, then.”

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You’re still sitting on the couch, back to Hiro’s chest, when Mattsun walks in the front door. The sun has long since set and the only light in the room comes from a strand of string lights running along the bookshelf by the window and the Ghibli movie playing on the tv, volume low. You go to sit up but Makki only pulls you tighter against his chest, softly calling out a greeting to your boyfriend. He peeks around the corner, sees the two of you on the couch and says, “All good?”

You give him a small smile and a thumbs up, “All good.”

He drops a drink carrier off on the counter and walks over to place his hands on your cheeks, eyes searching yours before glancing at Hiro. “Wanna tell me what’s up?” You tap Makki’s thigh, making room to pull Mattsun down to sit next to you. He listens quietly, taking your hand in his as you tell him everything you and Makki talked about. You tear up a little again when you explain that you hadn’t been exactly honest about the three of you at work, worried that the coworkers you had started to consider friends might treat you unkindly if they knew. He rests a hand on Makki’s calf, thumb absentmindedly passing over the freckled skin there as he listens.

Issei leans over you to place several kisses on Hiro’s cheek, each one more tender than the last. Another is placed on your forehead as he brushes a thumb beneath your eye, collecting the tears that have fallen there. “Boba?” he offers. He smiles when you and Makki both nod, standing to retrieve the drinks he’d sat on the counter before snuggling up on the couch to finish the movie with you.

You don’t realize you’ve fallen asleep until you’re being carefully scooped up by Mattsun, your legs draped over one of his arms, head cradled on his chest. You hear the comforter being pulled back and you’re softly laid in the sheets. Stirring, you stretch your arms above your head without opening your eyes, “What time is it?” Issei’s hushed voice comes from the bed next to you, “Just past eleven, go back to sleep.” Ever a stubborn one, you open your eyes to squint at him sleepily, “Mmm..where’s Hiro?”

“Right here.” You turn when you feel the bed dip and Hiro gently pulls you to his chest, placing a kiss on your forehead. Issei sheds his t-shirt, tossing it in the general direction of the laundry basket and climbs under the covers next to you. He squirms around until his chest is pressed to your back, face buried in your neck placing a few gentle kisses there.

Hiro runs a hand through Issei’s hair as he settles. He reaches behind him to click the lamp off before tilting your chin up with his thumb and pointer finger, pressing his lips softly to yours with a hushed goodnight.

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You stir as Issei’s lips brush your forehead before he leans over to place a kiss on Makki’s cheek with a whisper, “I’ll be back in a few hours.” You reach out to grab onto his sweatshirt as he turns to leave, pulling him down again. He makes a soft questioning sound as he turns towards you. Forgoing an actual response, you instead crack your eyelids open and reach your arms out towards him. He chuckles, bed dipping as he sits on the mattress next to you, “Mmm--love you.” You give him a sleepy smile, “Love you too.” His footfalls on the wood floor are muted and you turn to the window as he pulls the door shut gently behind him.

The sun filters lightly through the muted gray curtains, but it’s not bright enough to warrant you getting out of bed yet, it is a Sunday morning after all. Instead, you roll towards Makki, who’s still dead asleep, and throw your leg over his hip, tucking your head under his chin. He makes a muffled sound but doesn’t stir. Mattsun, who would usually stay in bed with the two of you until at least 11, has to babysit this morning. His sister has a meeting with an international client and their usual sitter couldn’t make it, so she’d called in her younger brother’s help. Not that he minds, Issei never passes up an opportunity to see his one and only nephew.

You drift off again, waking a second time to the sensation of Hiro’s arms tightening around you, your back now to his chest. His fingers draw circles on your bare thigh. Eyes still closed, you snuggle further into him, the freckled skin of his bicep warm against your cheek. Softly, as if you’re breakable, he strokes a finger across your cheek, lifting your face to his so your noses brush. His voice is rough with sleep when he speaks, a small smile on his face, “G’morning”

Humming, you turn onto your back, leaning in to lazily press your lips to his. They’re a little chapped, but still soft as he pulls you closer with a hand at the nape of your neck. You pull back after another pass of his lips against yours, “M’sorry about yesterday.” He nuzzles his nose closer to yours, “I know, it’s okay.” You place a hand on his wrist, thumb rubbing against the warm skin there as he continues, “I’m sorry for embarrassing you at work.”

“S’okay,” you whisper as he kisses your flushed cheek once, then twice, before pressing his lips to yours again. The kiss deepens as your lips part, pressing forward softly to tangle his tongue with yours. His fingers that have been dutifully rubbing circles into the skin of your thigh wander higher and you let out a small sound as he drags a featherlight touch across your clothed cunt. Dragging your own hands lower, you run your fingers through the soft brown hair just below his belly button and briefly dip into the waistband of his cutoff sweatpants.

The room heats as he places slow kisses down your neck, pulling the already loose collar of Mattsun’s t-shirt you’re wearing lower to gain access to your collarbone, where he bites down. Alternating between sucking and gently rolling the sensitive skin between his teeth, you feel bruises start to blossom as your breathing gets heavier. Hands carding through soft, dyed strawberry hair, you push him away just long enough to pull your t-shirt off, skin prickling with goosebumps where you’re now exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. Hiro wastes no time attaching his mouth to the swell of your chest, leaving more dappled purple marks as he goes.

He dips low then shifts so he’s lying between your legs, holding your hips in place as your back arches at the flick of his tongue on your nipple. A moan slips past your lips as he takes it in his mouth, lazily sucking and lightly rolling it between his teeth. He huffs a laugh as you start to squirm under his weight, you can’t decide whether to pull him closer or push him away from your sensitive chest. He’s teasing you, moving frustratingly slowly, trying to wind you up.

You squeeze your thighs against his midsection, seeking the friction he refuses to provide. “Makkiiii” you whine, pushing down on his shoulders. He looks up at you, innocent expression doing a poor job of hiding the mischievous twinkle in his brown eyes, “Use your words, baby.” You pout at him, hips bucking as he brings his hand up to roll your other nipple between his deft fingertips.

You throw your arm over your face, embarrassed as you fuss at him, “Mmmh, you’re the worst.” Laughing again, he pushes himself up onto an elbow so his face hovers over yours. His thumb circles your hip bone before rising to uncover your face, “How am I supposed to know what you want if you won’t tell me?” Freeing your wrist from his grasp you take his face in both hands, squishing his cheeks gently between your palms, “Hiro, please eat my pussy.”

He stifles a whine at your request and you watch the blush creep from his ears to his cheeks and down his chest. Clearing his throat, he gently pulls his face from between your hands. You giggle softly when he brushes kisses along your torso as he moves down your body. He brings your left leg over his shoulder, holding it there with his hand on the top of your thigh. He gives it a squeeze and drags his other knuckle across the wet spot forming on your panties. The small touch sends a spark of pleasure up your spine and your legs clench around his shoulders.

“Fuck you’re wet,” he rasps out, nipping at your inner thigh. He temporarily pushes the damp fabric to the side and you shift your hips lower into his touch when he slides your own wetness over your clit. He lets the fabric fall back over you and dips in to brush his tongue lightly against you, hands dart towards him and you bury your fingers in his hair at the barely there touch. He looks up at you teasingly before sitting up to pull the offending fabric all the way off, your wet heat now fully exposed to the morning air. With a smirk he carelessly tosses them somewhere on the floor and you roll your eyes.

He gives you a light pinch on your inner thigh as he lowers his hand to press his thumb to your clit, circling it slowly, using your wetness to ease the slide of skin on skin. Eyes glassy, you rock down into the pressure. You can’t keep still, grinding desperately into his touch as your orgasm begins to build. He tuts and pulls away, moving his hands to hold you still with a bruising grip on your hips. You barely have time to fuss at the loss of pressure before his mouth is on you.

He licks a broad stripe up your slit, groaning into your heat before diving back in to suck at your clit. Back arching higher, your hips jump as you draw in a gasp at the sensation. You feel the room heat as he repeatedly swirls his tongue, groaning as he buries his face in your cunt. He slowly shakes his head, tongue pressing past your entrance. You both whine when he pushes into you, the sound swallowed up by the hazy morning air. He swirls his tongue inside you a few more times before pulling back to replace it with a lithe finger, slowly pressing in to the first knuckle. He draws in a breath and exhales softly as he uses a hand to spread your legs wider. Biting his lip, he watches as his finger disappears inside of you, “Look at how fucking pretty your pussy is.” Hiro glances up as he speaks, and you see his eyes darken as he adds another finger on his next press in.

You whimper and your walls tighten around them at the slight stretch. He adjusts to wrap his arm around the outside of your thigh so his hand is resting palm down on your stomach. Pressing down ever so slightly, he watches you, eyes almost glowing with need. You bite your lip and plead with him, “Ah--more…Hiro please.” Anything for you.

His fingers curl upwards, stroking you from the inside--simultaneously, he softly presses down on your lower belly with his other hand. The sound that’s punched out of you at the sensation is obscene, “Ah…mmm…fuck!” Your nerves flare at the stimulation from both sides, body consumed by overwhelming heat as you teeter on the edge. It feels so fucking good you never want him to stop.

You lose the ability to think clearly as he keeps curling his fingers firmly against you. A breathy moan vibrates through your chest as he dips to suck gently on your clit, circling it with his tongue in time with his pumping fingers. He reaches up from his place on your belly, brushing his fingers against your nipple before pinching hard. The thread snaps.

Your eyes squeeze shut as you tip over the edge, grip tightening on his hair while you throw your head back into the pillow. Broken cries of his name slip from between your lips, “Hiro--m’cumming!” The sound of his mouth against you is suddenly wetter as your orgasm rips through you. You gasp out his name again, walls still pulsing around his fingers as you drench his chin and fingers. A babble of curses leaves your lips as he continues to curl his fingers, pulling away long enough only to spit a curse before returning to your clit, moaning raggedly against you as you continue to clench around him. He doesn’t let up until you’re crying out at the sensitivity, chest heaving as you push him up and off of you.

He whines as you push him away, sucking lightly on the skin of your inner thigh, “Almost made me come in my pants.” You huff a breathy laugh and reach down to swipe your thumb across his glistening bottom lips and chin as he sits up, collecting the wetness there and popping it into your own mouth to suck the digit clean. He lets out a harsh breath and his teeth sink into his bottom lip, “Fucking kinky.” You wink at him, laughing around the finger in your mouth, “Hmm, you like it.”

He uses your discarded t-shirt to quickly wipe at his chest--to your playful displeasure--before settling on top of you again in apology, hips slotted against yours. Your lips find his, wantonly sliding your tongue into his mouth as you press the waistband of his shorts down and help him wriggle out of them. As soon as his cock is free, he ruts his hard length against your still-slick cunt, sliding it through your wetness with a low moan. You push him up with your right hand splayed on his chest while your left reaches out across the sheets. He resists the movement, something akin to panic flashes across his face as he pulls back to look at you. Cute.

You giggle at his expression and move your hand gently to his cheeks, stroking over his freckles softly. “Hiro, I’m just grabbing a pillow to lay on.” He blushes and drops his head, shoulders shaking as he laughs breathily into the side of your neck, “Mmm, that’s embarrassing.” You giggle, “It’s kind of hot when you get all desperate.” He lifts his head to narrow his eyes at you before dipping down to nip at your neck again.

Helping you lift your hips with a large hand, he tucks the pillow underneath you, making sure you’re comfortable. The movement causes your clit to brush against his hard length. His hips flex and he presses forward, his leaking head sliding against your entrance. You gasp as you feel him suck gently at your neck, your soft laughter tapering off into panting breaths. He rolls his hips again and slots the slick tip of his cock against you, barely pushing in before pulling back out again.

He’s panting into your neck as you rake your nails gently down his back. “Want you inside me,” you whine breathily into his ear. He bites out a curse and his hand flies down to grip the base of his cock, staving off his own orgasm. Taking a deep breath he mumbles into your shoulder, “Stop being so sexy or I’m gonna come before I even get to fuck you.” You giggle at him, “Someone’s sensitive today.” He rolls his eyes playfully in response and bites at your cheek.

Shifting to sit back on his knees, he angles your hips with the help of the pillow so your ass is most of the way in his lap. As soon as his cock is lined up he flexes forward, using the dips of your hip bones as handholds. Your recent orgasm has your walls burning at the stretch as he pushes in. He throws his head back, eyes squeezing shut, “Holy shit.”

You’re so hot inside and wet enough that he slides all the way in easily. You feel so fucking tight around him, already trying to flex your hips up against his hold there. He pauses before slowly pulling back out. Eyes hazy and unfocused, you let out a pathetic moan when he doesn’t immediately push back in, arching your back higher. Your chest is heaving but you feel like you still can’t get enough oxygen. His eyes darken as they land on yours and he watches you get even more worked up. “So fucking pretty for me, baby. Your pussy feels so good,” he praises you with a rasp in his hushed voice. A few tears push past your lashes to make their way down your cheeks and his grip suddenly tightens as he pulls you down hard.

A groan is ripped from your chest and stars flash behind your closed eyelids. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust before setting a deliberate rhythm. One of your hands flies to grip the sheets behind you while the other grasps onto his wrist to press yourself down against him with each thrust, encouraging him to grind deeper with every pass.

On the next stroke, you tense around his length, and a flash of heat singes at your nerves before he pulls out slowly only to drive his hips forward again, eyes never leaving your face. A white hot pleasure is burning through you every time his hips meet yours. Every exhale feels like it’s being forcibly punched out of your lungs and you desperately grab at his shoulders to pull his lips down to yours. He urges you on, breathing out praise between messy passes of lips, desperate to see you unravel again. The words spill from his mouth like he can’t help it, “Wanna watch you come on my cock,” a groan, “always so good for me, baby. ”

You nod at him the best you can, given how tightly your whole body is wound. Your orgasm is building with each word that passes his lips until it’s all you can think about. “Ta--ah, Takahiro,” you encourage him between open mouthed kisses, “just like that, fuck.” He sustains a brutal pace, moaning against your skin as he sucks at the already bruised patches on your collarbone. The bite of teeth against the discolored skin has you tightening impossibly around him with a long moan. You can tell he’s getting close too, hands shaking where they grip your hips, but his pace doesn’t falter, even as your cunt flutters around his length. Your moans rise in pitch, “Hiro, please--feels s’fucking good, mmh.”

Your orgasm hits you hard, drawing a surprised gasp from your lips as heat whips through your body. A ragged sound tears from his chest as he crashes his lips to yours, stealing the air from your lungs. He releases his grip on one of your hips, hand snaking its way up your torso. He brushes roughly past your nipple on his way, and you press up into the pressure. You’re breathing hard, eyes shut tight, head thrown back into the pillow when his hand reaches the side of your neck. In the haze of your second orgasm It takes you a few moments to realize he’s saying your name, trying to get your attention.

A breathless murmur accompanies light pressure on your throat as he firmly tilts your head down. His brutal pace has slowed, and he repeats your name until you open your eyes to meet his gaze. He’s breathing hard, barely able to control the harsh press of his hips into yours.

“Open.”

You keen, pussy tightening around his length as he reaches to press down on your chin. Your mouth falls open easily, tongue lolling out. His pupils dilate as he pushes his thumb into your mouth, petting it across the muscle. Still rolling his hips, he leans further over you, pulling his finger out of the way as he lets a string of spit pass between his lips before dropping onto your tongue. You groan before closing your mouth, feeling it slide down your throat before opening it again to show him you’ve swallowed.

“Good girl.” His hand tightens around your jaw, grip almost bruising as he spits into your waiting mouth again. He doesn’t give you a chance to swallow this time, immediately leaning forward to capture your tongue, sucking on it as he rolls his hips. The kiss is all consuming; your tongues press and curl around each other, saliva mixing and pooling at the corner of your mouth. Tears are consistently rolling down your cheeks now. He pulls away with a ragged whimper, his hips beginning to lose their consistent rhythm, “M’gonna come.”

You curse, chest heaving, “Hiro--fuck.” Your whole body goes taut, wound all the way up again before you’ve even fully come down from your last orgasm. You’re easily pushed over the edge by the throbbing pain of the already bruised skin on your neck being sucked roughly between Hiro’s teeth. The burn is sharp, intense, and hot, mixing with the rough push of his hips against yours to create a pleasure that makes your vision go blurry and your ears ring. You’re vaguely aware of Hiro gasping your name as he follows you over the edge, it tumbles from his lips between curses as he fills you. His pace slows as he rides out the final waves of his orgasm, hand still gripping your jaw.

A short moment later, you feel his grasp soften and his thumb gently swipes across your wet cheeks, damp lips meeting your own again as you moan softly into his mouth. You can still feel your cunt fluttering around him, legs tensing with aftershocks. You float as the burning heat of your climax settles into a warmth that borders just on the pleasurable side of uncomfortable, almost like you’re sitting too close to a fireplace. Nerves frayed, you swear you can feel the individual threads of the sheets rubbing against the overly sensitive skin on your shoulder blades. Hiro’s breath sends shivers across your skin as he trails kisses up your neck and across your chest.

This is your favorite part. The feeling of being so overstimulated it should be painful, but instead the overwhelming feeling makes everything so much better. It’s like you’re not the one in control of your body anymore. You feel insatiable, craving the heat every touch sends zapping across your skin.

Your shoulders jump when his lips eventually brush your ear, “M’gonna pull out and get you a washcloth. Promise I’ll be right back.” You whine and mumble a response, not even sure if any words actually leave your mouth. The heat of his body disappears and a cold rush of air soaks into your flushed skin. You whimper as a leftover tear falls from your damp lashes, but you’re too boneless to do anything more, already feeling a little soreness settling over your limbs.

Soft footfalls approach the bed, mattress dipping as Hiro gently pushes your thighs apart to clean you up. You’re pliable in his sure hands, you’d happily let him do whatever he wanted to you in this state. Allowing him to spread your legs, he kneels between them to catch the cum dripping out of you before it hits the mattress beneath you with the warm washcloth.

Your eyes widen at the feeling and you try to sit up, pulling your legs closed in an attempt to shoo him away. “No, don't!” you gasp. His hand stills, brows dipping in concern, “Did I hurt you?” You shake your head, a pout on your lips as you pull the bottom one between your teeth, feeling your cheeks flush, “Want it.”

“Want wh-” understanding flickers across his face and the corner of his mouth curls up in a smirk, “Yeah?” You settle back against the mattress before speaking, “Please…”. You can feel him dripping out of you, smearing across your inner thighs where you’ve pulled them together and threatening to pool on the sheets beneath you. He reaches out and trails two fingers upwards, starting where your ass meets the bed and collecting his cum to press it back into your heat. You sigh as he leans down to place hot kisses across your stomach.

“Think you can come again?” he brushes his thumb over your clit as he continues to fuck his fingers lazily into you. The burn of overstimulation that had begun to subside comes back full force with his movements against you. You attempt to pull your legs closed at the sensation, body betraying what you really want, but his hand is already against your thigh like he was expecting the reaction. You’ve settled back into that burning, floaty feeling, every touch a burst of heat on your overexerted nerves. It’s an overwhelming mixture of sensations, too much and not nearly enough at the same time. You feel the overwhelming need to be good for him, “I c’n do it.” There’s a flicker of heat as he presses his thumb to your clit again, “fr’you.” He watches your eyes slip closed, the urge to consume everything you’ll give him flaring, “Look at you…so good for me.”

A soft creak has you drowsily turning your head towards the bedroom door.

Mattsun’s home.

You watch him quietly make his way towards the bed. A smile pulls at the corners of your lips before they fall open to draw in a ragged breath as Makki takes the opportunity to curl his fingers inside you, “Haa h-hi.” He huffs a laugh as he reaches the edge of the bed.

Teasingly, he turns to the man between your legs, “Now, what have you two been up to?” Hiro hums, fingers still moving leisurely inside of you, “Hm…not much. How’s your nephew?” The brunette glances at you before answering, taking in the way you’re laying completely boneless beneath them, every other breath coming with a sound that borders on a whimper.

God, he loves it when you get like this. So willing, letting them have complete control over everything you’re feeling. His eyes follow the line of Hiro’s arm, pupils widening as they watch him fuck his fingers into you. He can feel himself already getting hard at the sound of Makki pressing his cum deeper into your pussy.

He has to pry his eyes away from the scene to meet Hiro’s eyes, still light with his previous question. “He’s great, walking all on his own now,” he hums, “quite the little terror.” They continue to speak above you, you’re too out of it to even understand what they’re saying. It’s almost as if you’re not even there. The thought has you tightening around Hiro’s fingers. His gaze snaps to you at the feeling and he groans, “Fuck.”

Makki slows his pace and reaches blindly to grab the bottom edge of Issei’s shirt, pulling him closer. Mattsun lets himself be moved so that he’s standing almost directly behind Hiro before placing a large hand on his neck to gently tilt his head back, prying his gaze from you. A smirk spreads across his face as he leans down to capture the other man’s lips between his own.

You force your eyes up to watch Makki’s grip tighten on Issei’s sweatshirt as the latter’s tongue presses past his lips. The rise and fall of his chest speeds up as you watch Mattsun’s hand flex lightly around his throat. Reflexively, you flex your hips down on the fingers that have stilled inside you, desperate. You drink in the sight of the two of them together as Issei pulls away, tugging at Hiro’s bottom lip lightly with his teeth. He moves onto the bed next to you, leaning down to kiss you as well, just a light press of lips. It’s not enough and you whimper up at him. His gaze is light, teasing, “What is it baby?”

You weakly lift a hand to pull him in again with a grip on his sweatshirt. He lets you, pressing his tongue into your mouth possessively. His hand trails across your chest, ring-clad fingers circling your sensitive nipple then tugging lightly. You draw in a deep breath at the sensation, exhaling out a sigh. Makki’s fingers have started slowly moving again, pressing in and curling up on the way out. Mattsun’s hand ventures further down until he’s pushing a finger in alongside him. You hear Hiro groan and Issei shifts to kiss him. You’re breathing hard, each exhale coming out as a soft whine. The mixture of Hiro’s cum and your own arousal makes a slick sound with each slide of their fingers.

Hiro’s hand is soon fully replaced by Issei’s and he instead uses long fingers to pop open the button on Mattsun’s jeans, reaching past the barrier of his boxers to grasp at his length. The harsh sparks of overstimulation have morphed into the quickly building heat of your impending climax. You’re beginning to tighten around Mattsun’s fingers as he subtly increases their pace. His pupils are blown when they lazily meet yours as Makki mouths at his neck, reaching down to pull his sweatshirt off.

“Want me to make you come, sweetheart?” His tone is almost patronizing and it sends a wave of hot shame through you. Before you can voice a response, he hooks his fingers inside of you, repeatedly stroking over the spongy spot inside of you that makes your back arch off the bed. Hiro detaches himself from Mattsun’s neck to look up at him with a smirk, “You’re so mean, Issei.”

Without changing his pace, he huffs a laugh, “They like me mean.” After being so overstimulated, the heat of your approaching orgasm burns across your body with the quick pace of his fingers, heavy as it simmers ever hotter. You whimper raggedly, and both sets of eyes lock on the tense lines of your body. You feel exposed, like you’re laid out like this just for them. It’s that thought that pushes you over the edge again.

As soon as he feels you coming, Mattsun slightly slows his overwhelming pace as he strokes you through it, carefully watching you writhe beneath him. The all consuming feeling of your orgasm drags a pathetic sound from you, voice coming out frayed. This one lasts so long it’s almost uncomfortable. You feel like you’re wound so tight you’ll never be able to relax your muscles again. The heady mixture of pleasure is barely outweighing the feeling of discomfort that surges through your body, your abs flexing so hard you curl forward as your cunt squeezes around Issei’s fingers. The hot burn of pleasure fogs your brain, it feels so incredible it’s all you can think about.

You don’t realize how hard you’re crying until you feel the pads of Hiro’s fingers against your cheek. He’s gently wiping your tears, shushing you between bouts of praise tumbling from his lips, “So fucking good,” there’s reverence in his tone, “so perfect, baby look at you.” You let his words wash over you, giving you something to focus on as you come down from your seemingly endless high, doing your best to even out your stuttering breaths.

When you’re finally able to crack your eyes open, still watery, you find them both looking down at you awestruck. Both of Hiro’s hands are on your face now, thumbs stroking over your cheeks as he lowers himself to meet your gaze. “You did so good, baby,” a soft hum in agreement from Mattsun. You look up at them, the rise and fall of your chest much less frantic.

Mattsun whispers your name and you look up to meet his eyes. The tone of his voice matches the softness of his expression, void of the patronizing edge from just a few minutes ago, “Hi, pretty.” Your nose scrunches as you smile up at him. “You wanna keep going?” he pauses, eyes searching yours. His brows are furrowed in mild concern, “You already did so well, baby it’s okay if you want to be done.” You hum at his question, glancing to note that they’re both fully hard; you take in the sensations of your body, flexing your fingers. You smile up at him, soft and hazy, “Mmhm…” you pause, finding your voice, “I’m good, w’nna keep going,” through the haze of endorphins your expression settles into something a little teasing, “Y’missed out earlier.”

Issei smiles down at you, brows smoothing as he reaches to run a hand across your thigh. “Okay, baby. Whatever you want.” Hiro’s been sitting quietly at your shoulder, fully bare as he comfortingly strokes his fingers across your skin on your chest. You turn to him, glancing at his hard length then lifting your eyes to meet his, your brow raised in a silent question. He follows your eyes then teases lightly, “What, sweetheart?” he wraps a hand around himself, stroking a few times, “You want this?”

You nod eagerly and lean forward. He presses the tip to your lips and you part them easily. You moan at the salty taste of him on your tongue, his velvet skin hot against your lips. He pulls back momentarily, moving to place a pillow beneath your head, easing the strain on your neck and shoulders, allowing you to take him deeper. You murmur your thanks before taking him back in your mouth, hands resting on his thighs. “Squeeze if you need a break, yeah?” You meet his eyes and hum around him in affirmation.

A few bobs of your head later, Makki fists his hands gingerly into your hair, you look up at him, gaze simmering with want. With a quiet moan he pulls you forward, slow at first to let you adjust to his length. You push at the back of his thigh, impatiently encouraging him to fuck your throat the way you know he wants to. He bites his lip as your eyes slide closed, jaw relaxing as he begins to fuck into you. With a satisfied groan you take what he gives eagerly, relaxing fully around him as his tip nudges the back of your throat.

You’d noticed Mattsun standing to shed his clothes, but now you’re so focused on being good for Hiro that you don’t notice Issei joining you on the bed again until you feel Hiro’s hips stutter. You crack your eyes open to see Mattsun’s hands on Makki’s chin, grip firm as he sucks his tongue into his mouth, eyes lidded. Hiro moans through parted lips as you begin to press forward to meet his thrusts, nose brushing against the soft hair at the base of his cock with every slow press.

Your breath is ragged as your eyes lock in on Issei’s hand. The grip of his long fingers, adorned with several silver rings, loosens to skirt along Hiro’s bicep before dropping to brush across your cheek, nestling his palm against your flushed face. You look up at them, Hiro’s hold firm in your hair as he fucks your throat. Wet lashes flutter shut as you lean into his touch, saliva drooling down your chin.

Mattsun’s touch is gentle on your cheek--until it’s not. The harsh sting of the impact and the subtle ringing in your ears pull a long, ragged moan from you. Mattsun looks down at you with fire in his eyes, praise spilling roughly from between his lips at odds with the roughness of his hands, “Good girl.” Your eyes struggle to open, tears falling as you fight past the heavy fog of arousal.

You distantly feel Makki nudge your shoulder and eventually realize that he’s trying to get you to roll over. He pulls you off of him, pushing your hair out of your face as you draw in ragged breaths. With firm but gentle hands, he pushes and pulls at you until you’re on your hands and knees before pressing your shoulders down gently into the pillows, drawing your back into a deep arch as Mattsun moves behind you.

Issei kneads the fat of your ass as he lines himself up to press in. He can see the last of Makki’s cum beginning to drip down your slit and runs his tip through it, brushing against your clit before pressing inside of you. He’s thicker than Makki, but slides in to the hilt easily, aided by your wetness. He grinds in once more before pulling completely out of you on the next thrust, the head of his cock popping past your swollen entrance.

You whimper and sink your chest further into the bed, “‘Sei…” He hums like he didn’t hear you (he did). “Issei please,” you whine, your voice desperate and ragged, eyes teary. With your cheek pressed into the cool pillowcase you fold your arms obediently behind your back--hoping your easy submission will urge him to stop teasing. Your hands grasp at your forearms, nails digging in and leaving small crescent shaped indents behind on your skin. Mattsun groans low in his chest as he watches you, “Look at you, being such a good girl.” Hiro mutters a curse, hand moving slowly as he jerks himself off next to you. They both watch you clench, miserably empty, at Issei’s praise.

Finally, he presses back in. There’s no teasing this time as he sinks in to the hilt in one even stroke. He doesn’t let you adjust before pulling out only to fuck back into you with a sharp snap of his hips. You’re desperately trying to hold still, nails digging into your forearms; he’s big and you feel an almost uncomfortable stretch despite being so wet. Hiro seems to notice your struggle and drags his blunt nails gently across the skin of your shoulders in an effort to shift your focus. It works, your brain drinks in the dull scrape on your skin as the stretch morphs from discomfort to pleasure.

Issei sets a harsh pace, taking the time to press even deeper every time he bottoms out. Your brain has gone radio silent, your harsh moans replaced by an almost constant stream of soft whimpers that come with every thrust of Issei’s hips. Every exhale bringing with it a fluttering sound of pleasure. Pain flares, a sharp smack against the meat of your ass, drawing out a long, rasping groan.

If you had the brain power to turn and catch sight of your partners, you’d be able to watch the way one of Mattsun’s hands settles on the nape of Hiro’s neck while the other comes down to hold your folded arms in place, pushing your chest harshly into the sheets. Ever the multitasker, Issei pulls Hiro’s lips needily against his own, groaning low in his chest at the collision of lips and teeth. The tempo of Makki’s fist speeds to match Issei’s pace, cursing against his lips.

You’re floating in an ocean of seemingly never ending pleasure. Everything feels so overwhelming and even if you had the power to stop it, you wouldn’t want to. Makki pulls away from the rough kiss to look down at you, voice broken by another moan, “Fucking look at her, Mattsun.” Watching your body give in so fully to the onslaught of pleasure has a blazing heat pooling in his stomach. He briefly pauses his rough strokes to move to Mattsun’s other side, desperate to see your face when he comes.

Taking in your fucked out expression, helpless against everything they’ve given you, his hand speeds up, thumbing over his leaking tip once more before the burn of his second orgasm punches a long moan from his chest and he spills across your arched back. He grabs roughly onto Mattsun’s bicep to steady himself. Issei whines as he watches Makki’s cock jump above your soft skin, hips finally beginning to lose their consistent rhythm. Hiro, still breathing heavily, pulls him into a searing kiss. Biting at his lip harshly, more moaning into each other's mouths than actually kissing, “C’mon Mattsun,” one hand presses your pliant body further into the mattress while the other moves to Issei’s chest, pinching a dark nipple between his finger tips, “w’nna see you cum.”

A wet spot has formed against your cheek from the steady drip of tears down your face. You’re so focused on letting go, on being so good for your partners that your orgasm takes you by surprise. You honestly didn’t think you could come again after the intensity of the last one, but in a rare moment of clarity you feel Mattsun begin to cum inside of you. You suck in harsh breath as your whole body tenses, it almost scares you how long you float on the edge, wound so tight it’s impossible to draw in a breath. Mattsun curses roughly against Hiro’s lips, both of them seemingly just as shocked as you were by the sudden onslaught of another climax.

When you finally tip over, it’s with a long moan that sounds as if it was ripped from somewhere deep inside of you, raw and guttural as it leaves your lips. Every nerve in your body feels electrified, the pleasure burning so hot it feels like your skin is on fire.

After an immeasurable amount of time spent burning in the cauldron of hot, all consuming pleasure, cunt spasming around Issei who’s still seated inside of you, your body slackens. You feel your shoulders twitch raggedly and you realize distantly that they’re being moved by your own soft sobs. Trying to open your eyes feels like an insurmountable challenge, but when you finally do Hiro is lying next to you, fingers tracing your cheekbones so lightly you didn’t even realize he was there.

You meet his eyes as your vision slowly brings him into focus, pools of dark underbrush touched softly by warm sunlight filtering through the canopy. He smiles at you, speaking softly, “You did so good, baby,” you see Mattsun slip into the ensuite bathroom over his shoulder, “so good.” You hum back at him, breathing still roughened by an occasional sob, but you’re content to let his soft, sincere words wash over you. Warm palms help you relax onto the bed, carefully unwrapping your hands from around your forearms and softening the arch of your back until you’re laying flat on your stomach.

“She’s pretty far under,” Hiro mumbles to Mattsun as he walks back into the room clad in clean boxers and a big t-shirt, warm washcloth in hand. He hums as he sits next to your hip and nudges your thighs apart gently, doing his best to wipe the mixture of their cum from between your legs. You whine when he brushes over your clit, the sensation overwhelming--and not in a good way. He shushes you softly, “I know, baby…I know, I’m sorry,” you feel Hiro tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, “let me do this and then I’ll go make you breakfast ‘kay?” You do your best to nod as Hiro ever so gently rubs feeling back into your arms and hands, your fingers tingle with numbness from having them pinned behind your back.

The last few tears escape from between your lashes as Mattsun tosses the rag in the general direction of the laundry basket. A shiver wracks through your body, another whimper passing between your lips. Makki’s brow creases, “Are you cold, baby?” You rub soft circles onto the skin of his wrist as you speak, voice slurring quietly, “W’n a sweater.”

Hiro smiles down at you, “Mine or Issei’s?” You wiggle a bit as you think, trying to get comfortable, “Sei’s…” The warm timbre of his voice comes from behind you, “Okay, sweetheart, hold on.” He returns quickly, a faded blue hoodie in hand—your favorite of his to steal. With a little maneuvering and a bit of giggling at your still uncoordinated movements your form is wrapped in soft fabric before you snuggle back into your pillow. Mattsun lays against your back, his breath even against the sensitive skin at the back of your neck.

They both sit there with you, letting the minutes pass as they dote on you--soft, comforting touches of warm hands and easy kisses placed on every reachable expanse of skin. You eventually come back to yourself, past the fog of subspace and fully into the warmth of your bedroom. It’s late in the morning, nearly noon when Issei stands to stretch. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before leaning over to place another on Hiro’s. “You missed breakfast, want me to make you an omelette?”

You roll onto your back, arms stretching above you before sitting up to lean against the headboard. You move Makki’s head to your lap, playing with his soft pink hair as you reply, “Yes please,” he smiles in return. Brushing a strand of soft hair behind his ear, you ask Hiro, “Y’want mushrooms? I picked some up yesterday.” He nods in your lap and you bring your eyes back up to smile at Mattsun again, “Thank you, baby.” You watch a small flush dance across his cheeks at the pet name and he leans down to kiss you again. You turn to ask Hiro if he’s tired and belatedly realize he’s fallen back asleep, chest rising and falling in an even rhythm.

A soft laugh leaves you, complimented by a low chuckle from Issei, “Good thing it’s Sunday, huh?” He hums in agreement, pulling the bedroom door open on his way to the kitchen; leaving you and Hiro to snuggle into your sun-soaked nest of blankets for a few more minutes.

#haikyuu!!#poly!matsuhana #matsuhana #matsuhanaxreader #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #hq x reader #punkspice writes

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cecilebutcher · 1 year ago

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!!URGENT HELP FOR G@Z@!!

Hello everyone. I know I haven’t been posting any twst content for a while, and I am planning on doing so soon, but this takes urgency!

After some research and seeing how much my last 🍉 post did I decided that I’m gonna post this one with links to directly help families/people in G@za who need help (and I’m censoring the place because tumblr has taken down posts of other people who have spoken about the gen0cide before)

Please try to donate and if not then reblog like comment and share this to other platforms, post this to your personal account on other socials, send it to your friends and family, or even just @ people.

But before that I just wanted to tell everyone that I do have news from my first post, it’s under the cut alongside the links :-

I sadly just saw this for some reason, but still wanted to share it with you guys!!

Now for the links:-

This one if for Ahmed Al-Nasser who has two young boys and a pregnant wife who is in dire need of a c-section

This one is for Nurse Maha, she has a husband and a small boy, Nour, who’s only 2 years old that hasn’t had any vaccines or any medical help

This one is for Haneens family, thankfully she lives in Belgium and doesn’t have to suffer or watch the war currently going on, but her family of 11 do. Both her parents have chronic illnesses, and some of them are young kids.

This one is for Ahmed, who’s a father (he doesn’t specify of how much but he has a picture of his two TODDLER daughters) he has been displaced with his family and his diabetic father, they are halfway to their goal only needing 75,772kr.

I sadly don’t know anything about this next link other than they have a child who has special needs, so please do share or even better donate!

This one is for Haitham, a 31 year old male, he needs emergency surgery, but at the state G@aza is in he can’t get it

This one is for Ahmen, a doctor in g@za. He is so so so far from his goal (his goal is 15,000€ and he only has 2,778€) this isn’t even for him, bless his soul, it’s for his elderly father who is unable to walk and is need for emergency surgery.

This last one is for Nour, a 31 year old mom and a wife to Amir who is 35. They have 4 gorgeous children (Kareem (7 years old), Imad (6 years old), Tia (2 years old), and Abdel Rahman (five months old)) it after reading their story I am in actual tears and my heart hurts for them. Poor Abdel Rahman was only 10 day, Ten days, old when all this has happened. This kids have their whole lives ahead of them and they might not see it because of what’s happening to them.

Tagging some people I know will reblog this: @jade-s-nymph @siphoklansan @ceruleancattail @catboiie16 @cloudcountry

#❦cece #palestine #free palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #gaza under attack

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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 7 months ago

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sympathy for the devil | ruben dias

🩸 synopsis: You've been working at your childhood dream club, Manchester United, for a few years, but the reality of chaos, mess, and constant changes is taking its toll. Lately, you’ve been finding comfort in an unexpected place – Rúben Dias, a player from your club's biggest rival. tags: established situationship, rivals-to-lovers, mention of smoking, sports drama, arguing, mutual pining. (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) (around 3.3k words)

part 1

You slip out of the locker room the moment you can, making a shitty excuse. No one questions you – they’re all too wrapped up in the post-match high, riding the wave of a rare, dominant performance. You should be celebrating, but instead, there’s this sense of dread clawing at your gut.

You’ve been here a few years, but it feels like you’ve lived a lifetime of disappointment, false promises, and crushed hopes.

How many times can you start over before it breaks you?

You step outside, the heavy stadium door swinging shut behind you with a dull thud. It’s cold – November in Manchester always is – but you barely feel the chill as you fish a crumpled pack of cigarettes from your coat pocket. Your hands are shaking a little, either from the leftover adrenaline of the match or the exhaustion that’s been creeping in at the edges of your thoughts for months.

Your lighter flares, a small circle of warmth in the dark, and you inhale deeply, the nicotine sharp and bitter on your tongue. It doesn’t really calm you, but it’s something to do. A familiar habit, a routine that hasn’t changed even when everything else has. You lean back against the rough brick wall, your shoulders sagging, and close your eyes.

They’re all talking about him – the new guy. The Portuguese manager who’s exactly what the board thinks they need to clean up the mess. You’ve seen this cycle before. Another savior, another man with a plan. You’ve learned not to get too attached, not to trust the optimism that comes with each “new era.” You’re tired of being yanked along, like a hamster on a wheel, running in circles while everything around you stays the same.

You take another drag, feeling the smoke burn in your throat. It’s all physiological, you tell yourself. The anxiety, the repetition. It’s just your mind playing tricks on you. But it doesn’t change the fact that this new manager freaks you out. You’re not even sure why, maybe it’s because you know how these things go, or maybe it’s because there’s a chance you won’t even make it to the end of the season with your job intact.

High chances you won’t, if he decides to only work with his own people. Your role’s not exactly critical, and even if you’ve been here for years, that doesn’t make you untouchable. You’ve worked hard, you’ve kept your head down, you’ve given everything you had to this club, but it might not be enough. It never seems to be enough.

You flick ash off the cigarette, eyes unfocused as you stare out over the parking lot, empty except for a few scattered cars. Somewhere deep inside, there’s a tiny bit of relief at the win, but it’s buried under layers of exhaustion and anxiety.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, but you ignore it. It’s probably Ruben, your Ruben, the one you should have nothing to do with. You’ll deal with that later. Right now, all you want is five more minutes of peace before you have to go back in, put on a smile, and pretend like you’re ready for whatever comes next.

Because Monday’s coming fast, and you know what that means – another fresh start. Another clean slate. Another spin on the wheel.

You stub out your cigarette on the concrete and crush the butt beneath your heel, exhaling one last cloud of smoke.

part 2

You show up at his place later than planned, you told yourself you wouldn’t let work bleed into this, but it’s impossible not to carry it with you. You know you’re dragging that weight into Ruben’s apartment the moment you cross the threshold.

You toss your bag next to the door and kick off your shoes, feeling the tension in your muscles. The sight of him, the comfort of his place – it should feel like a break from the chaos, but tonight it doesn’t.

You exchange a quick greeting, the kind that’s little more than habit by now, and settle next to him on the couch. It’s not awkward exactly, but there’s a distance between you tonight. He looks tired – more tired than you’ve seen him in a long time.

“Hey,” you say, nudging his knee with yours, trying to draw out something, anything. “How’s the leg?”

He shrugs, not taking his eyes off his phone. “Better,” he says. “Physio says I’ll be fine in a couple weeks.”

That’s all you get. No sarcastic comment, no playful complaint about how much he hates sitting out. He just goes back to scrolling, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You were expecting him to be in a mood – City’s been struggling lately, and the timing of his injury couldn’t be worse. But still, it’s strange, the way he’s shut down. You fall back into the cushions and pull out your own phone, scrolling through Instagram.

When this started a year ago, it was never like this – there was no room for awkward silence or distractions. It was just heat and hands, tearing at each other like you couldn’t get enough. Now, there’s a lot more of this – just spending time together, filling the quiet with the small, mundane things.

Most of the time, you don’t mind. Most of the time, it’s kind of nice, this understanding you’ve built. But tonight, you feel like the air’s too thick, and it’s bothering you. You scroll aimlessly, barely paying attention to what you’re seeing, and it’s only when you hear the soft thud of his phone dropping onto the couch that you look up.

He’s staring at you, his brows drawn together in frustration, like he’s been holding back for as long as he can. “Have you been smoking again?” he asks suddenly, and the question catches you off guard.

Your stomach twists, but you keep your expression blank, fingers still moving on the screen as if you didn’t hear him. “And what does that have to do with you?” you ask, voice flat and dismissive, not even bothering to look up.

It’s a low blow, and you know it. But you’re not in the mood to be called out, not by him, not tonight. He’s watching you from the other side of the couch, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed in that way that tells you he’s annoyed but trying to keep a lid on it. You don’t bite. Instead, you scroll past another filtered photo of someone’s perfect life.

“What does it have to do with me?” he echoes, his voice low and tense. “Maybe because you said you were done with that. Maybe because it’s not good for you.”

You still don’t look up. It’s not that you don’t care; part of you does. He just doesn’t get it. Nobody does. The exhaustion, the stress of working at a club that feels like it’s constantly collapsing in on itself. It’s just a cigarette. It’s not like it’s going to fix anything, but it’s something. One small moment of control when everything else is spiraling.

“Yeah, well,” you mutter, tapping aimlessly through stories you don’t even care about, “things change.”

He sighs, and you hear the frustration in that exhale with the way it rushes out of him. He shifts on the couch, one knee pressing into the cushion, body leaning closer. “You’re just going to ignore me?”

You finally look up, locking eyes with him, and it’s like you’re seeing him clearly for the first time all night. There’s a heat behind his eyes that you’ve seen a hundred times before, but this time a bit different. Angrier. More desperate. You almost want to ask him why he cares so much, but you know the answer would be another fight.

He’s never been good at hiding his feelings, not when he’s like this, wounded in ways he doesn’t want to show. It’s not just his injury, or the losses, or the fact that he’s benched while everyone else heads off for international break. It’s all of it, pressing down on him like the weight of a season that’s already going wrong, even though it’s barely November.

“What’s going on with you?” you ask, more to break the silence than because you really want to know. It comes out sharper than you mean it to, and you see the way his expression shutters, defenses slamming back into place.

“What’s going on with me?” He lets out a harsh laugh, running a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots. “What’s going on with you? It’s like you’re not even here anymore. We barely talk unless it’s about–” He stops himself, cutting off whatever he was about to say.

“Unless it’s about what?” you snap, putting your phone down. It’s an instinct, this need to go on the offensive before he can twist the knife any deeper. “About football? About how fucked up everything is at my job? Or about how you get to sit around feeling sorry for yourself because your team is losing for once?”

The second the words are out, you regret them. You can see the hurt flash in his eyes, quick as a blink but unmistakable. You’ve seen him pissed off before, plenty of times, but not like this.

He nods slowly, like he’s forcing himself to accept what you’ve just thrown at him. “Wow,” he says, his voice low and dangerous, “I didn’t realize we were keeping score.”

“It’s not about that,” you say quickly, too quickly, the words tripping over themselves as you try to reel them back. “I’m just–fuck, I don’t know. I’m tired, Ruben. I’m so tired of everything.”

He looks at you for a long time, his eyes searching, trying to figure out if you’re lying or if this is just another one of the walls you throw up when you don’t want to deal with the truth. You can almost see the moment he decides it’s not worth fighting. He leans back, sinking into the couch cushions, and picks up his phone without another word.

The silence stretches out between you, and this time it’s suffocating. You pick up your own phone, but the Instagram feed blurs in front of you. You can’t focus, can’t even remember what you were looking at before he interrupted. You’re both here, sitting less than two feet apart, but it’s like a wall has gone up between you, solid and impenetrable.

“I should leave,” you say, standing up and running a hand through your hair, trying to steady the tremble in your voice. “In fact, I shouldn’t come here when I’m in a bad mood.”

He doesn’t even look at you at first. Then, when he does, his eyes are full of – it’s either anger or disappointment, maybe both. “That was never a problem before,” he says, each word adorned with a bitterness that catches you off guard. “But yeah, maybe you should leave.”

You don’t know what to say, so you don’t say anything. You just grab your bag from the floor, fingers clenching the strap so tight it’s a wonder the leather doesn’t tear. There’s a part of you that wants to drop the bag, to sit back down, to tell him you didn’t mean it – that you’re sorry, that you’re just so fucking tired of pretending that everything’s fine when it’s not. But you can’t.

“I’ll call you,” you say, even though you both know it’s a lie. You can hear the emptiness in your own voice, and the way he laughs without any humor just twists the knife deeper.

“You won’t,” he says, his tone harsh, too raw, and you see the hurt behind it, the way he’s holding himself together by a thread. “But that’s fine.”

You hesitate, just for a second, standing there in the doorway with one hand on the knob, caught in that familiar push-and-pull of wanting to fix this and wanting to run away before you make it worse. He’s watching you, eyes unblinking, like he’s daring you to stay, and you hate him a little for that – hate him for caring when you don’t know how to anymore.

But you don’t stay. You close the door softly behind you, the click of the latch sounding too final in the quiet apartment. The weight of your bag feels heavier than it should as you make your way out into the cool night air, and you tell yourself you’ll call him tomorrow. You’ll apologize, explain, make it right. But the truth is, you don’t even know if you have the energy to try.

You know, deep down, that he’s right. You probably won’t call.

part 3

It hits you the next morning, sharp and sudden, like a punch to the gut. You wake up too early, tangled in your sheets, and the first thought that drags itself out of the haze is him. It shouldn't feel this intense, shouldn't have you wide-eyed and shivering before the sun’s even up.

But it does. It does, and the weight of it scares you.

Your whole body feels wrong, you skip breakfast, try to force down a cup of coffee, but it doesn’t help. Your stomach churns, and your skin prickles with a strange, feverish heat. You’re cold, so damn cold, but the sweat gathers at your temples and slicks your palms.

Emptiness settles in your chest as you go about your day, an ache that tightens every time your thoughts drift back to the night before. To the way he looked at you. And you hate yourself for it, hate that you need him, that your body is betraying you, craving something you can't let yourself want.

It's ridiculous. It's unbearable. It’s like you’re going through some sort of withdrawal. Just the thought of him – of his hands on you, his voice in your ear – sends a shudder down your spine, and you can’t even focus on the emails piling up in your inbox. You’re not used to this, not used to feeling so raw and exposed, and it makes you feel weak.

Lunch comes and goes, but you barely touch the food, staring blankly at your salad until you push it aside. Your appetite is gone, stolen away by the need that tightens your chest and messes with your breathing. You try to distract yourself, but it's like he's burned into the back of your eyes. Every other thought circles back to him, to the echo of his laugh, the feel of his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

By mid-afternoon, you’re practically vibrating with it. The restlessness, the discomfort, the absence of him. You can feel it in your bones, this weird kind of panic that has your skin clammy and your hands shaking. It’s not normal, this kind of reaction, and it’s making you question everything you thought you knew about yourself.

What if you can’t stop feeling this way? What if this is just how it’s going to be now – this constant ache, this physical need that won’t let you breathe properly unless he’s there, grounding you?

You end up sneaking out early, your boss too busy with last-minute prep for the new manager to notice. You don’t know where you’re going, don’t have a plan. But your feet take you in the direction of his place anyway, like you’re on autopilot, the city blurring around you. Your phone buzzes with a message – something work-related, but you can’t even look at it.

All you can think is that you need him. You need him now.

part 4

You hesitate outside his door, you’re jittery, nerves buzzing under your skin, and your fingers hover over the wood, half-afraid to knock.

What if he doesn’t want to see you? What if he’s busy or worse – what if he’s not alone? You feel stupid for not calling ahead, for showing up unannounced like this. But it’s too late to turn back now. You take a deep breath and knock, your knuckles rapping against the door in a shaky rhythm.

Your heart is in your throat, the seconds ticking by in agonizing silence, and you wonder if this is how it all ends – him opening the door with a surprised look, gently telling you he’s got plans, and you slinking away like you never showed up in the first place. You’re ready to walk away, to put yourself out of this misery and pretend you never came, when you hear the deadbolt click.

The door swings open, and there he is, looking more surprised than annoyed. He’s wearing a loose t-shirt and joggers, barefoot, like he wasn’t expecting company. His hair’s a mess, and you realize with a weird sense of relief that he was alone.

“Hey,” he says, and you just stand there, because you don’t know what to say. Hey feels too casual for the way your heart’s racing, for the desperation that drove you here in the first place. He looks at you like he’s trying to read your mind, his eyebrows drawing together.

“I – I should have called,” you stutter, feeling heat rush to your face.

“No, it’s... it’s fine,” he says, stepping aside to let you in. There’s a weird, careful distance in his voice, like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like he can tell there’s something different about today. “Come in.”

You walk inside, brushing past him. You feel his eyes on you the whole time, tracking your every movement. It’s stupid how much you want him to close the door, to pull you close and tell you he’s missed you, that he’s felt the same aching emptiness since you left last night.

But he doesn’t. He lingers by the door, watching as you settle on the edge of the couch, your hands clasped tightly in your lap to keep them from shaking. He knows you’re holding back and is waiting for you to say why you’re really here.

You force yourself to look up, meeting his eyes.

“I needed to see you,” you blurt out. You see surprise flicker across his face, but he doesn’t move, just stands there waiting for you to go on. You swallow, your throat tight, and push the words out. “I just... I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s driving me crazy.”

His eyes widen. Then he’s crossing the room, sitting down beside you, his hand reaching out to touch your knee. It’s gentle, hesitant.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice soft, and it’s the concern in it that makes you want to cry. You nod, even though you’re not sure you are, not really. You’re still scared, still feeling that horrible emptiness clawing at your chest, but he’s here, and he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters right now.

You let out a shaky breath and lean into him, pressing your face against his shoulder, and his arms come up around you automatically, holding you close. The relief is instant, a flood of warmth spreading through you, and you realize how desperate you’ve been for this, for him. His hand moves up to your hair, fingers gentle as they brush through it, and you can feel the tension in your body start to unwind, little by little.

“Why didn’t you call?” he murmurs against your hair, and there’s something almost fragile in his voice, like he’s been waiting for you too, like maybe he needed you as much as you needed him.

“I don’t know,” you admit, your voice muffled against his shoulder. “I was afraid you wouldn’t want me here.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands cradling your face, and you can see the frustration and tenderness mingling in his eyes. “You’re an idiot,” he says softly, but there’s no bite to it, only a strange kind of relief. Then he kisses you, hard and urgent, trying to make up for all the things you didn’t say.

#rúben dias #ruben dias x reader #football fanfic #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias #football imagine #football fic #brightlightwrites

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year ago

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spill the wine // lance stroll

summary: honeymooning with the hutchence-strolls. capri will always hold a special place in y/n's heart.

pairing: lance stroll x hutchence!reader

part two of the welcome to wherever you are verse

author's note: i'm so glad that you guys loved the first part of the welcome to wherever you are verse! i was so excited to make this into a series, combining two of my current hyperfixations. i hope that the first part was enough to make some of you curious about the life and times of my favourite aussie rock band. for people who are looking to learn more, i recommend watching the channel seven drama 'never tear us apart', starring luke arnold as micheal hutchence. it's two episodes, each of them an hour and a half that takes a look into the rise and fall of inxs. arnold's protrayal of micheal was beautifully done (and i love alex williams as kirk).

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island of capri, italy.

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y/n.hutchence as my father once said, 'spill the wine, kiss that girl."

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jonfarriss first of all those aren't the real words, and your father didn't actually write spill the wine

-> y/n.hutchence jon why do you have to be right all the time huh?

-> jonfarriss you also know that song is about being on five different kinds of illegal drugs?

-> andrewfarriss he's being annoying because he cares. make smart choices, kiddo!

-> y/n.hutchence andrew have you ever known me not to make the smart choice? i'm living the sober girlie lifestyle here

yourbestie looking good sunshine!!!remember to send me pics, I need to pretend I don’t work a nine to five!

lancestroll wow I can’t decide what’s more beautiful: the scenery or my wife (jokes on you guys, it’s my wife)

-> y/n.hutchence 🥺🥺

kirkpengilly nice to see alcatraz hasn’t changed

-> y/n.hutchence of course you hated it...you hate the beach, the sand, the water, the sun

-> kirkpengilly i do not

-> laynebeachley sweetie she is right.

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island of capri, italy

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lancestroll honeymooning with the hutchence-strolls

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astonmartinf1 are lemons supposed to be that big?

-> y/n.hutchence arent they awesome?

estebanocon why do you have to add 'with the hutchence-strolls' to everything?? 'easter with the hutchence-strolls' 'cook chicken gyros with the hutchence strolls' its EXHAUSTING. watch you guys make a sex tape and call it 'making babies with the hutchence-strolls'

-> kirkpengilly they'd better not! y/n i will resurrect your father and have him talk some sense into you

-> y/n.hutchence kirky calm down!! there is NO sex tape!

user y/n is so stunning! europe looks good on her

yourbestie i held my tongue at the wedding but she has been so fucking happy since you guys got married and if you hurt her i will give you HELL to PAY

-> lancestroll don't worry, she's in good hands. she's my reason to get up every morning, my reason to smile. i have never felt more alive than i do when she is next to me

garrygarybeers huh i actually think capri has gotten nicer since 1993

mickschumacher why do your legs look so long in the first picture

-> lancestroll thanks mick, now that you've pointed it out i can never unsee it smh

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lancestroll it was an honor to experience the grotto with you, my wife

-> y/n.hutchence the view was pretty, but you were prettier, my husband

yourbestie consider my mind BLOWN. things like these just exist in nature???

timfarriss now why didn't we go here when we were recording the album again? this place would have inspired the crap out of us. your dad would have loved it.

fernandoalonso ah yes, the grotto. fond memories of skinny dipping there

-> lancestroll ew why did you think i needed to know that

-> y/n.hutchence i second that

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Who Taught You How to Love Like That? - Chapter Four

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: Sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics. Smut. Oral (f receiving). Angst. Word count: ~3.5k

Chapter summary: An understanding is reached and Aegon dishes family dirt at a BBQ.

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Her phone vibrates on the coffee table, the buzzing causing it to move dangerously close to the edge. Quick as a flash, Mysaria lunges forward from the sofa to catch it before it topples to the floor, smirking when she sees the name that’s flashing up on the screen.

“How many times is that today now?” She asks, gently tossing the phone to her as a missed call notification replaces the incoming call alert.

She shrugs, not averting her gaze from the TV screen as a rerun of Come Dine with Me, that neither of them are particularly paying attention to, plays to itself. “Dunno. He’ll get the hint eventually.”

It’s Sunday evening and she hasn’t spoken to Aemond since she woke up alone in his flat the previous morning, despite the fact he texts and calls her more times than she can count. She deletes the messages without reading them, and lets each of his calls go to voicemail. He’d made her feel cheap, used, put a price on her body, and she had no desire to ever speak to him again.

Mysaria sighs, flopping back against the sofa cushions. “Can I be a bitch for a second?” She asks, turning her head to face her. “You aren’t going to like it, but I think you need to hear it.”

She leans her head back, eyes flitting to meet her flatmate’s, already feeling a prickle of annoyance heat her skin, but decides to let her say her piece. “Go on then.”

“Why are you punishing him because you’ve caught feelings?”

Her annoyance bursts forth into anger as her brow furrows, her body language becoming squared and defensive. “I haven’t–”

“Yes, you have,” Mysaria interrupts. “I get that he did a shitty thing by leaving you high and dry, but he clearly feels bad or he wouldn’t keep trying to reach you. Give the guy a chance to explain himself, if you don’t like what he has to say then break things off.”

She scoffs in frustration, turning back towards the TV and rolling her eyes. “You are so bloody annoying!”

“Because I’m right,” Mysaria says smugly, leaning over to tap her on the nose. “You gonna call him back then?”

She chews her lip absentmindedly, turning her phone around in her hands. She supposes it wouldn’t hurt to reach out to him, if only to ask how to return the five grand he’d transferred to her.

The buzzer to the flat startles her out of her train of thought and Mysaria peels herself off of the sofa with a groan of “Finally! I’m bloody starving!”

Pizza first, then she’ll call him. She’s definitely not putting it off, she reasons with herself, she just doesn’t want her food to go cold.

“Erm…so it’s not pizza…” Mysaria says awkwardly as she re-enters the living room, a silver haired figure a good deal taller than her trailing behind her.

Dread gnaws at her stomach as she takes in the sight of Aemond, hair thrown back in a bun, dressed in a tight black henley and fitted black jeans, holding the largest bouquet of lilies and roses she’s ever seen before. Even when she’s angry with him he still manages to look absolutely breathtaking, and it irritates her.

“I’ll just…uh…” Mysaria makes a gesture towards her bedroom, and quickly makes herself scarce.

Lucky bitch.

“You’ve not been returning my calls,” Aemond says flatly.

“No…” She responds quietly, feeling the warmth of embarrassment spread through her, as she plucks nervously at the legs of her jogging bottoms. He’s never seen her not put together, and she loathes that she feels shame for her appearance, when she hasn’t done anything wrong. Him seeing her with messy hair, an oversized t-shirt and threadbare joggers makes her feel weak and vulnerable in his presence.

“Or replying to my texts.”

“I know.”

“Listen, if the other night wasn’t good, or I hurt you–”

“Why don’t you sit down?” She interjects, suddenly realising how absurd he looks, stood in the middle of the living room, dwarfing everything around him with his obscenely large bunch of flowers.

Aemond nods gratefully, taking the seat next to hear. “These are you for, by the way,” He tells her, handing her the flowers.

She hums a quiet thanks, immediately overwhelmed by the sweetness of their aroma, and places them on the coffee table, knowing she’ll need no distractions if she’s to say what she needs to say.

“The other night was great, really great, actually,” She begins. “But you just left the next morning without a word, and that really upset me.”

“You were upset because I left?” He asks, sounding almost surprised.

“Yes!” She replies with exasperation. “You made me feel cheap, and used.”

“Cheap? But I bank transferred you afterwards.”

“Jesus, Aemond! I’m not a prostitute!” She throws up her hands angrily, gesticulating her point.

He swallows thickly, clearly considering his next words carefully. “I know you said you’ve never done anything like this before, but neither have I, and I made a mistake. My grandfather called me into the office early on Saturday morning. You looked so peaceful sleeping that I didn’t want to wake you. I’m sorry that my carelessness has hurt you, but I am keen to continue our arrangement.”

It all seems so simple when he words it like that. She could easily have reached out to question his actions, but she’d allowed her emotions to guide her and now feels foolish because of it. When she says nothing, Aemond presses on.

“No funny business, I promise. We don’t have to sleep together again, but I’ve enjoyed having your company at family functions, it makes them more bearable. Please say you’ll consider it?”

She’s not sure what prompts the words from her mouth, perhaps it’s the pleading look in Aemond’s eye, or the fact that she enjoys his company too, but she says them before she fully has a chance to think about them. “Okay, we’ll carry on as before.”

“Thank you,” He says earnestly.

The buzzer sounding again prevents him from saying anything else, as Mysaria hurries from her room towards the door, in pursuit of her pizza delivery.

“I suppose that’s my cue to leave,” Aemond says softly. “I’ll text you, okay?”

She nods, and they both stand, hovering near each other, both unsure of what would be an appropriate goodbye. Eventually Aemond leans in, kissing the corner of her mouth lightly before pulling back and exiting the flat. She holds her fingers against the area, still able to feel the press of his lips even after he’s departed.

It takes three days for Aemond to message her again, and in that time it feels as though she could crawl out of her own skin with the apprehension that his silence brings. Had he changed his mind, decided her withdrawing contact over an honest mistake was too much to deal with? It fills her with a nervous energy that makes the days unbearable.

The relief she feels when he finally deigns to reach out is borderline humiliating.

Not sure if you remember my half sister, Rhaenyra, but she is having a BBQ on Saturday. Are you free?

I remember. Are you sure you want to go after what happened on your mum’s birthday? Xoxo

My mother will never let me hear the end of it if I don’t go. Will you come with me?

Yeah, I’m free :) xoxo

When Saturday finally rolls around, she keeps her hair and make-up simple, wearing a floral sundress and strappy sandals, but immediately feels underdressed as she recognises the house they pull up outside of as being the one they’d been to for Jace and Baela’s engagement party.

She has little time to dwell on her appearance though, as Aemond ushers her through the expanse of the house and out into the back garden. A sprawling, lush green lawn that could be considered more of a field due to its size plays host to various members of the Targaryen and Hightower families, as the smell of barbecued meat lingers on the breeze.

Aemond leads her around, his hand glued to the small of her back, so she can say polite hellos to everyone. Alicent and Criston greet her with warm hugs and kisses to both cheeks, Helaena does the same, while standing with Baela and Rhaena, the two girls offer a quick “hello” in sing-song unity. Aegon merely holds up a hand by way of greeting, looking less than enthusiastic to be there, and Otto says a polite “good to see you both”. The rest of the family’s greetings are a little more frosty, with Rhaenyra, Jace, Luke and Joffrey giving curt nods of acknowledgement, while Daemon is too preoccupied with the barbecue to notice they’ve even arrived.

“Viserys and Aegon not joining us?” Alicent asks Rhaenyra softly.

“It would mean having to switch off their Playstation, so I very much doubt it,” Rhaenyra says with a roll of her eyes.

The tension is palpable, but her nerves subside slightly when she sees a Rhodesian ridgeback galloping around the garden, with a copper coloured dachshund hot on its heels.

“Oh cute!” She says, turning to Aemond. “Could you not have brought Vhagar?”

“No,” He sighs. “She doesn’t get along with Syrax and Caraxes, so I’ve left her with the dog sitter.”

She gratefully accepts a glass of Pimm’s that’s offered to her by Otto, before he tells Aemond he needs a word.

“You’ll be okay for a moment won’t you, darling?” Aemond asks her.

The pet name causes her breath to catch in her throat and she merely nods, not trusting herself to speak. As they walk away together, she wanders over to a corner of the large garden, pretending to examine an ornate sundial to keep herself busy, when she feels a presence beside her.

Aegon has sidled up to her, beer in hand, a slight smirk on his face. “Having fun?”

“About as much as you are, by the looks of things,” She replies with a tight smile.

“At least you’re getting paid to be here.”

Her eyes go wide, her chest tightening as she realises he knows.

Aegon chuckles. “Ah, you didn’t think I knew? It’s fine, who do you think showed him the app?”

“O-oh…” is all she’s able to stammer, feeling too shocked to say anything else.

“You play a convincing part,” He takes a swig from his bottle. “Too good to be acting, actually. You can’t fake how you look at my brother.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She snaps, feeling the familiar heat of embarrassment tingle at her flesh.

Aegon snorts derisively. “Look, take it from me, don’t get attached. My brother is the last person you want to get involved with. This whole family is a fucking car crash.”

She sips anxiously at her drink, nodding slightly. “I’d noticed none of you seem to get along that well.”

“That is the fucking understatement of the century. Has Aemond told you much about us?”

“Nothing substantial.”

“Allow me to fill you in,” He gestures discreetly towards Alicent. “My mother used to be best friends with my half-sister, they went to school together. My grandfather and my father were business partners, tri-owners of multiple companies alongside Daemon. When my father’s wife, Rhaenyra’s mother, passed away suddenly, my mother started dating my father.”

“Jesus…” She mutters under her breath.

“Oh, it gets worse!” He says with a leer. “See, Rhaenyra wasn’t happy that her best friend had shacked up with her dad. I mean, who would be? She was even more pissed off when the three of us came along, as it meant she was no longer an only child. She started sleeping around to get back at my father, that’s how she ended up with those three.”

Aegon nods towards where Jace, Luke and Joffrey all stand.

“What about her other two children, Aegon and Viserys?”

“Those are the kids she’s had with Daemon. They got married shortly before my father passed away. Mum thinks she did it just to strengthen her claim of the assets, as Daemon’s a partner in the business and Dad didn’t bother to leave a will. Everything Mum has ever tried to claim for us she’s contested.”

“So that’s what all that talk of Dragonstone Cottage was about at your Mum’s birthday?”

“Yeah, ‘Nyra’s sneaky way of trying to hoard assets for her brood.”

“How do Baela and Rhaena fit into all of this?”

“They’re Daemon’s children from a previous marriage.”

“But Baela is engaged to Jace, isn’t that a bit…” She trails off, not knowing the exact word she wants to use.

“Incestuous?” Aegon lets out a laugh that borders on being too unhinged to come from a place of genuine mirth, before taking another swig of his beer. “Yeah, yeah, it is.”

“So what does this have to do with Aemond? Why should I not get involved?”

Aegon rounds on her. “Has he ever told you about, y’know…” He taps his eye.

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Hmmm. Probably best to leave that to him to explain then.”

Their attention is pulled away by the sound of a fork being tapped against the side of a glass. She turns to see Daemon standing at the head of the garden. “Just wanted to thank you all for joining us today”, He says as everyone gathers closer, herself and Aegon included. “I think such an occasion is cause for celebration.” He brandishes a bottle of champagne, before popping the cork, a few that are stood closest step back out of its line of fire.

Luke smirks, elbowing Aemond. “He should be careful, almost had your other eye out.”

It happens so suddenly it seems like a blur, but Aemond has Luke by the collar and Aegon is rushing forward to tackle Jace away. Punches are thrown from both sides, until the ensuing scuffle is broken apart by Daemon and Otto.

Aemond’s eye is wild as he approaches her, his breathing ragged, and his usually immaculately styled hair tousled. “Come on, we’re leaving,” He grits out.

She has to hurry to keep up with his long strides through the house and to the car, and they drive in silence, Aemond’s knuckles blanched with the force of the grip he has on the steering wheel.

She drums her fingers anxiously against her thighs, not quite knowing what to say, but it is Aemond who eventually breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” He says quietly. “It was a bad idea for us to go today.”

“What was that all about?” She asks as gently as she can. “What got you so heated?”

Aemond sighs heavily, keeping his focus on the road ahead, and for a moment she doesn’t think he will answer her.

“Luke’s the reason I lost my eye,” He admits. “His little comment today got to me, and I lashed out.”

“What happened?” She turns slightly in the passenger seat to face him.

“It’s stupid really, an irresponsible rich family allowing their kids to roam the woods with Airsoft guns. The official story is that it was an accident, but accidents don’t happen at point blank range, accidents aren’t something you never apologise for.”

“Jesus, Aemond, I’m so sorry.” Her heart aches for him, having to play happy families with someone who has maimed him

“It is what it is,” He says with a slight shrug. “Makes being around them harder than it already is though. Thank you for being there with me today.”

“That’s alright,” She fidgets nervously with the hem of her dress as they pull up outside her block of flats. “Do you want to come inside for a bit? You shouldn’t be alone when you’re feeling like this.”

No funny business.

Her heart races as Aemond’s hands disappear up her skirt, reappearing with her underwear grasped in his fingers, dragging them down her legs.

We don’t have to sleep together again.

She buries her hands into the softness of his hair as he latches his mouth against her, bringing her to quick release with harsh strokes of his tongue. Every thought of what they’d discussed on Sunday evening leaves her mind as he pushes her back against the mattress, the force of his thrusts inside of her causing her toes to curl and her eyes to roll back, until he eventually collapses against her with a grunt, the faint pulsation of him inside of her signifying he’s reached his end.

They fall asleep, curled around each other in her tiny double bed and she’s pleased to see he’s still there when she awakens the following morning.

“Your mattress is fucking terrible,” Aemond grouses sleepily, pulling her tighter against him. “It feels like I’ve slept on a pile of loose change.”

She giggles, nuzzling into his neck.

They spend most mornings like that, over the coming weeks. Aemond becomes a frequent presence in the little flat. Her feet stay planted in his lap while they watch TV after work in the evenings, before he fucks her into the mattress like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Their mornings are lazy and indulgent, spent slowly exploring every inch of each other, before they part ways to go to work, only to do it all over again in the evening.

She buys a dog bed, which takes up half the floor space in her bedroom. Aemond raises an eyebrow at this.

“Vhagar’s quite fussy about where she sleeps,” He tells her, only to watch in disbelief as the elderly doberman circles several times on it, before settling down to nap. “I stand corrected.”

Their presence in her life becomes larger as time goes on, and it’s difficult not to feel that it is more than it is, but she is constantly reminded of the transactional nature with every shopping trip on Oxford Street, every visit to Champney’s Spa, each time he hands her his credit card.

The thought occurs to her that perhaps she ought to broach the topic of what they are, how their relationship is developing, but each time she decides against it, too afraid he’ll say something she doesn’t want to hear.

Mysaria smiles as she sees them snuggled together in front of the TV, when she comes home. “You’re here so often, we’ll have to start charging you rent,” She says playfully.

Aemond pulls out his phone, bringing up his banking app. “How much?” He asks, deadly serious.

“Aemond, she was joking!” She laughs, swatting his arm playfully.

It’s been a slow Saturday morning, almost midday and she sits at the kitchen table, a satisfied ache between her legs, as she sips at a coffee while Aemond plates up eggs benedict for them both. One of the things that surprises her most about him is that he’s able to cook, and he does it well.

She eyes him carefully as she pokes at her breakfast, unable to shift the feeling of how his fingers dug into her flesh, how he gazed at her so reverently, his lips featherlight against her throat just an hour before.

His money, his lavish lifestyle, she wants none of it. She just wants him, so she decides that this time she’ll be brave and shoot her shot before she has the opportunity to second guess herself.

Carefully, she sets down her cutlery and rests her chin against her hand. “So I’ve been thinking…about us.”

Aemond pauses, fixing her with his right eye.

Nerves flutter in her belly at his silence, but she continues anyway. “What we have, let’s make a proper go of it? I don’t care about your money, Aemond, I just want to be with you.”

He clears his throat, setting down his own knife and fork, before slowly wiping his mouth on a napkin. “I can’t do that,” He says quietly.

She is immediately struck by the hollowness in her chest, sucking in a harsh breath to ground herself against the lump forming in her throat.

Aemond reaches across the table, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re perfect,” He reassures her. “But I’m not, and I don’t do relationships. My circumstances are too complicated, I’d end up hurting you, and that’s the very last thing I want to do.”

She can’t argue with him, he’s being so bloody nice about it, and Aegon had warned her of this. She wants to scream at him, to cry, to tell him it isn’t fair, but it’s her that has asked for this, and at least he’s being honest with her, even if the truth does make her feel like her chest is being crushed under a vast weight. “I understand,” She chokes out.

“I’m sorry,” He says sadly, genuinely.

“Can you…can you just go, please?” She whispers, unable to look at him.

He nods, standing and presses a gentle kiss to her temple before leaving.

Only after she hears the front door click closed, and the feel of his lips have faded from her skin, does she allow herself to fall apart. Hot tears cascade down her cheeks, as she feels the presence that has taken up so much of her life leave behind a gaping void in its wake.

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