#`i was also about to almost collide head on with one going for a tear of light but i got it at the last second and tore the bitch apart

[metranart]

My one and only wants you, so he’ll have you (Part 11)

ft. Sensei! Gojo Satoru, sensei! Suguru Geto, reader insert, slight! Megumi x reader.

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto happily married, you, their lovely student and the cause of their ragging temptation. The problem: their son, Megumi, your best friend.

𖦹 Warning tags: Gojo x Reader x Geto, threesome, married couple, Suguru and Gojo happy married couple, polyamory, Teacher-Student Relationship (everyone is an adult).

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It was Suguru’s lips colliding with his that brought him out of that toxic trance, Suguru used his last weapon, the most lethal he had. Gojo melted against him, unable to hold that track of selfish thoughts, instead giving all his attention to his husband's lips, his hand ended up sliding from the knob and Geto smiled against his mouth, pecking those pouting lips a couple of times before smashing a hard kiss on his forehead and sending him a disapproving look. The white-haired man shrugged like a scolded child. He almost ruined it... almost.

“I’m not sure if we are there yet, Gumi…” You mewled timidly. But he needed to fight for his right to have you, Megumi was burning to be yours, literally burning, he could not think straight anymore, you were all he thought about nowadays, you and him, just that. 

You'd only been together for a two month, and you hadn't been intimate yet, maybe some fooling around, here and there, some make out and touching— you'd jerked him off and he'd fingered your pussy after a stressful mission but that was as far as you two had gone... you couldn't find it in you to end the transaction, not when you were terrified of confusing his name with one of his parents. Not when Gojo and Geto had given you an ultimatum. Not when even now they were likely listening in from the other side of the door, if you judged by the shadows you had seen under the door, discreet enough to go unnoticed by your distracted boyfriend who prioritized his attention on you, but undoubtedly blatantly indiscreet enough for you to know and strive to keep your promise.

Nor Gojo nor Geto had been happy about your new relationship with their son but when you explained Sukuna's sudden appearance and your inability to go any other way, they understood, reluctantly… but they understood.

"Not under our roof." Suguru had spat severely, "NEVER under our roof, (Y/N) ... or I'm not responsible for my actions." With that, he spined on his heels with more sharpness that it was necessary and walked away to smoke a cigarette in solitude. His silhouette, the clear posture of an annoyed, irritated and highly conflicted, man.

Leaving behind a very guilty sorceress and a very shaken husband. You sucked in a shaky breath and the lone tear that ebbed the corner of your eye was quickly whipped away before it could even roll down your cheek. 

"Oh, my sweet pup, don’t cry,” Gojo spelled sweetly, burying you in a bear hug “this is all my fault, I should never have—”

“Don’t!” you squealed, “don’t even think about it. I wanted to!... I still DO.”

You felt his lips press a kiss on the crown of your head, to then hear the sigh of relief. “Thank God,” he chuckled, “I feel lighter already. Thank you.”

You opted to stay inside his warmness, the silence was comfortable, nevertheless, was also brief.

“I know you didn't have a choice and the last thing I want is for you to hurt Megumi," Gojo wanted the best for his son, but also for himself. He wanted you so bad, it physically hurt him. His knuckles sliding down the softness of your cheek, slowly, so slowly, felt more like if he was sewing the texture of your skin to his brain. That blue, shiny gaze firm on yours. Searching your stare insistently. Stare that refused to meet his, out of embarrassment. 

"Look at me, (Y/N).” Gojo demanded in a calm tone which quickly grew sharp. “You owe me that much-"

"Y-You have no idea how hard this is for me as well!"

Your outburst was cancelled by his arm getting tighter around you, burying you deeper into his chest, your nose dug hard against his shirt to inhale his fragrance, smelling Gojo always calmed you down, it was one of his many gifts. He smelled safe, if that was even possible, everything about Gojo Satoru made you feel safe. You melted on him, and he smiled against your hair.

"You miss us?" It wasn’t a question, it sounded like one, but it wasn’t.

Your head nodded against his broad chest, and his hug tightened even more. Tight, so tight it should hurt but it didn’t. Gojo’s fingers began to make circles on your back. Massaging the tension away with tender motions, melting the anguish in you with his tireless compression.

"We miss you so damn much, that's why Suguru is so-" his eyes shifted to the aforementioned, who was already on his third cigarette, "-is so upset."

"With me?"

You felt how deep his sigh were, when his chest rose against your cheek.

"I'm afraid, he doesn't know how to be upset with Megumi, pretty. He adores him way too much-…So, you'll have to put up with his bad mood for a while," he laughed but not the merry sound you loved. Then, he kissed each request against your forehead, soft and warm kisses filled with tender pleading, "...please, please don't judge him for his behavior. Suguru isn't good at sharing-"

Your head whipped up to look at him, and he chuckled. "He's not good at sharing with anyone but me."

You giggled, returning to your original position. No! a little close, if that was possible. "Now what?" your lips asked, afraid of the answer.

"We’ll figure it out and while we do it..." Gojo felt conflicted, even so, there was one thing he already knew he wanted from you. Warm palms dug thick thumbs under the curve of your jaw to help him tilt your head up for some needed eye contact. Once your eyes met, Gojo’s understanding look faded away and his reverent grin turned icy "...don't let Megumi fuck you." All tenderness melted away, and he repeated, "... promise me, (Y/N), you won't sleep with him until we know how to handle this."

You promised.

"I'm afraid that's NOT enough." 

It startled you. Suguru Geto, standing behind you, he dropped the last of his cigarette to the ground and step on it, those onyx orbs he called eyes, black and devoid of any kind emotion, were kinda shocking but what shocked you the most was what ended up coming out of his mouth. 

"Let's do a binding bow-"

"Suguru—" 

Gojo started but was quickly stopped by his husband with hard squeeze to his shoulder, it carried a hidden message, something only Gojo could appreciate: ‘let me be the irrational for once’- Gojo fell silent. 

“I already promised to-”

Geto denying his head cut you short.

"It doesn't really make any difference-…but the binding bow, that will actually make you keep your promise."

"Don't you trust me anymore, Suguru?" It was easy to detect the touch of indignation in your voice. Abruptly, you pulled yourself out of Gojo's arms to stare at Suguru with a hint of defiance. "Don't you-"

"I'm not going to let Megumi get hurt, DAMN IT!" The special grade sorcerer bellowed, rushing to you until were face to face. “Over my death body,” he threatened, your mouth scrunched up, a complaint about to come out before being cut off by him. “No, it’s not what you think either,” Geto added, quickly. “I don’t plan on losing you either. You are not going anywhere…”

You had never seen him so visceral, so emotional. Gojo was the creature full of fragile feelings, not Suguru, but apparently you had gotten under his skin, deeper than he had even anticipated. 

“You are mine-...Ours,” he corrected and Gojo chuckled, shaking his head, amused “...if you and Megumi start getting intimate it will only complicate everything.” The raven-haired insisted, grabbing you by the wrist to pull you closer to him, “the binding bow will prevent this.”

“How? I don’t see how-”

“Just grant me this, (Y/N).” He pleaded, grabbing you by the forearms, desperate, crazed, "...I'm dying here, just grant me this, I trust you...but even though I love my Megumi more than my own life," now, you felt your cheeks being wrap in his warm, big hands, "I don't trust him, at least not with you. I know how he feels and after all, he is our son."

Suguru didn't have to explain any further, Gojo supported him, and you ended up, accepting. How right he was, how much Megumi resembled his adoptive parents. Because right now, he refused to accept a negative.

"Is that a, no? you don’t want us to—” he asked, a taciturn emotion kidnapping his features, and the hurt in his eyes made you feel sick to your stomach, you were weak for this entire family, to some more than other, even so, they all have a part of your heart.  

“I do-”

“You do?”

Megumi's eyes sparkled, filled with renewed hope and his parents felt a lump in their throats. Fushiguro climbed on top of you, slow and cat-like, you crawled back until your head hit the headboard of his bed and he laughed amused, excited, hands equally excited sliding down the length of your legs, you could almost hear him purr.

If there was one thing you loved about him, it was the difference that did exist between him and his parents. His shy essence was unbreakable, making him a tender and dedicated creature even in movements predestined to be abrupt. He accommodated you under him prioritizing your comfort over his own, he would have to put more tension on his body, but it was worth it if you were happy.

"Gumi-" you mewled, and he swallowed your next complaint with thirsty lips and slippery tongue. "Just let me show you, (Y/N)," you heard him mumble against your neck, "I know I can also make you happy."

Also?... you didn't dare to delve into that comment, it sounded too desperate, coming from a place deep inside Megumi, a secret and intimate place.

It was just a whisper, but it sounded like a scream to Gojo and Geto, like a bullet going through their selfish hearts, really, they wouldn't give this pleasure to Megumi? Were they really that self-absorbed? They both turned to look at each other and after a few seconds, you saw the shadow under the door disappear completely.

"Is something wrong?" the brunette asked when he noticed you distracted, and you shook your head. Yes, there was a problem, but it wasn't Megumi's problem.

“Nop, babe.” 

Megumi tugged you forward-or maybe he'd lunged toward you of his own accord, he loved when you tagged him as you ‘babe’—and just like that, you were kissing with the fervor and passion of touch-starved souls all pent-up repression and stress, released in a single instant. The force of the collision, lips on lips, tongue against tongue, was deliciously bruising, enough to knock the breath out of you. 

Megumi gasped your name, smearing each syllable in saliva and praises, overly excited, wondering if only him was feeling that cord of electricity running through his veins, fiery adrenaline coursing through his body, blood pounding in his ears as a shiver ran down his spine, so powerful that he thought he might collapse on top of you.

Each effort of Megumi making you let yourself go more, letting you mind fly free, maybe too free to your own good. Your hands tangled in his hair in an instant, pulling him even closer, even harder against your lips as your excitement soaked your panties.

“…. May I have a taste, (Y/N)?”

You had half a second to entertain the request of your boyfriend, before he asked again, just sweeter. 

“One lick or two,” those were the last words you thought you'd hear coming from Megumi, "I just want to put my mouth down there for a minute, please, my love-... may I?" 

His lips quickly came in aid to his goal, eating your neck in sloppy but awfully well-planned kisses, bites and licks, a joint effort to weaken your reason. It was slowly working. Pressing back with his tongue even as a moan began to well up in his chest, “P-Please?

You squealed, a sign of your upcoming defeat. He used that weakness to pull your bodies together for an instant of pressure that sent fireworks off all across your skin. A sensation that you had only experienced with Gojo and Geto, confusing your mind with sparks of recognition, men who were not there felt present in each caress that their son executed without fail.

You surrender to his wholehearted efforts, it was too much, too vivid. Megumi had shown his claws, and they were sharp, going deep, deeper than you ever expected. Sharp in need, tearing you apart like a ragged doll. Your lips parted and the affirmative he so craved was about to pour out-

Knock! Knock! Knock!

COMING SOON PART 12....

➡️ NSFW ARTWORK OF THIS STORY

[puppyeared]

I BEAT SPIRIT TRACKS

[jakesangel]

come here, come closer ꣑୧ - in which situations jake would say that

꣑୧ flirty jake

this will surely happen early in the relationship, his shyness demeanor fading away as yours remains. if you still sit 'far away' from him on the couch, or is shy to start skinship. he'd take matters in his hands.

'baby, why are you so far away ?' jake breaks the silence as you two were watching a movie in his empty dorm. tho he is whispering, it caught you off guard, almost making you flinch. your head is still facing the tv and because you arent answering him, his hand touch your thigh, still sitting inches a part from you. ' you okay ?' he asked again. you're facing him giving him a shy smile, his puppy eyes too much for you to even stutter a word. he smiles at your reaction, his smirk a good warning of what he is about to do. he pretends to let you go, and you look back to the screen thinking it's all good, but to your surprise. his hand grabs under your thigh, and pull you closer to him. 'come here, come closer baby' he still whisper. you collide against his chest making you gasp a little , to jake's happiness as his smirk gets wider. he pretends to yawn, one of his arm over your shoulder, bringing you impossibly closer 'we're better like that. isn't it baby ?'

꣑୧ reassuring jake

still early in relationship, when you're the first one who's vulnerable in front of the other, too afraid to show your tears to your soft boyfriend.

'[...] i just cant do it anymore' you say as you vented your non-ending week to jake. it's the first time you cry in front of him, making you further more vulnerable and on nerve. you don't know how jake is going to react. tho he said he wants to support and can be a great ear, feeling his eye on you as you cry your heart out is too nerve wrecking for you. you hide your face under your hands, sobbing as you 'truly' can't do it anymore. and you were right. jake standing in front of your crying self, sadness overpowering his face. he doesn't know what to do, unsure of what you need right now. to be heard ? advice ? but what he is sure of, is that you need him and his comfort. he walks closer to you before staring to wrap his arms around your shaking figure ' come here, come closer' he says as he brings your face further into his chest.

꣑୧ needy jake

this surely happens throughout the whole relationship, after the first months pass and his shyness is completely gone, not embarrassed to show his neediness and eagerness he holds for you.

'come on baby, spend some time with me please ?' jake has been impossibly clingy today. he came to your place unnoticed because 'i miss my girlfriend' and kept on following you around the apartment as you had chores to do. and even tho you told jake you were busy 'seeing you is enough for me'. and obviously it wasn't. 'just lemme fold that, yunie', you tell him as you keep on folding your clothes to your wardrobe. 'how long is it going to take ?', he whines as he poops down on your bed. but as his head hits your soft mattress he got the best idea, and before you can even look back at the pile of clothes to answer him, he pulls you back, your back hitting his chest. 'play with me, baby', he whisper looking down on you. you try to look at cold as possible, but as you're looking up to him, he can only see your adorable round eyes to him, making him wanting you further more. so he walks off, a hand in yours, leading you to the bed. he sits down, and waits for you to do the same. but you stand there, hands on your hips, in between his legs, eyebrows furrowed symboling your duty to finish your weekly cleaning. he will not take no for an answer, 'come here, come closer' he says, as plops you on his lap. ' i'll help you do then later. just okay with me right, please ?'

princess' love letter : thank you anon for the inspo >.< i hope it fulfill ur fantasy > < also for the other anon who talked about my layout being not that readable, is it better that way ?ᩚ please lemme kno ᵎ ♡ྀི

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[little-diable]

A dare to kiss - Tyler Owens (smut)

I'll keep on riding the Tyler train till my ideas run out. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Tyler and the reader have been best friends for years. But after another storm season, she finally snaps and realises she can't be around him any longer, not when her feelings for him won't let go of her. But perhaps the feelings aren't unrequited as she fears.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), friends to lovers, idiots in love, some angst, but a very happy ending

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader (2.4k words)

“How old are you? Stop it, Boone!” (Y/n)’s voice dripped with annoyance, eyes flickering from her friends and colleagues down to her drink. It had been their last day of chasing, saying goodbye to another season that had been filled with exciting but also horrible moments they all haven’t quite processed just yet.

“Oh, c’mon, it’s just a kiss!” Boone excitedly clapped his hands while he let his gaze wander from (y/n) to Tyler, who was looking at her with an unreadable expression. They no longer knew who had started their annual game of truth and dare, passing a few hours where they got to spill secrets, fears, and do harmless dares to end the night with stomachs that hurt from laughing too much.

At least it had always been like that until this very dare, something that clearly went too far for her aching heart. Her feelings for Tyler were no secret, they all knew of the feelings she harboured for her best friend – all but Tyler, who obliviously chased other women while (y/n) was forced to suffer around him. 

“Give her another dare, Boone.” Tyler’s voice drew all eyes towards him, ripping their hope of finally being able to push the two of them together into shreds. They were too focused on Tyler to pick up on the hurt crossing her features. It was her own fault, she should have just kissed him, should have crossed the distance between them while the chance had been right there for her to grasp. A chance that had passed the second Tyler had spoken up.

“You know what, I’m tired anyway, I’ll head back to the motel.” She rose to her trembling feet, hands buried in the pockets of her jacket to hide the fists she had balled them into from their confused eyes. She didn’t wait for them to speak up, turned from them with an aching heart and allowed the darkness to swallow her while almost jogging back to her room. 

Even though (y/n) hated parting from the group, not wanting to leave them that early on their last evening together, she needed to be alone with her thoughts for a while. Staying this close to Tyler for the past weeks had been more exhausting than she had thought it would be, unable to endure his closeness any longer. She should look forward to returning home, to quiet hours where she won’t have to worry about hiding the feelings she hadn’t been able to let go of for the past years. 

The door to her room fell shut behind her, letting the silence wrap itself around (y/n) while she wiped away the tears that had started to fall. Curses rumbled through her, she felt as if she was drowning, unable to breathe while the room closed in on her. Her body started moving without listening to her mind's command. She threw all her stuff into her bag, hastily reaching for her things as her vision grew more blurry. 

She needed to get away, needed to make it home, she couldn’t stand being around him for another minute. She left the room with her heart in her throat, forced to a sudden halt before she could collide with Dexter. His hands shot out to catch her should she fall, drawing her tear stained features up towards him. 

“Oh, (y/n). What’s going on?” She let her head fall against his chest, searching the closeness of the man who had always treated her like his daughter, the first one she had told her feelings for Tyler to. A sob wrecked through her, forcing him to tighten his hold on her to keep (y/n) close. 

“I need to leave, I can’t do this any longer, Dexter. Here, this is my room key.” She pushed the key into his hand, trusting him to take care of checking her out in the morning. His hand ran up and down her spine in a comforting manner, set on soothing the pain she felt all too clearly. Another sob left (y/n) before she stepped out of the embrace. “Tell the others I’m sorry and that I’ll reach out soon.”

(Y/n) squeezed his hand one last time, trying to put on a soft smile for the man who stared down at her with pity swimming in his pupils. She felt his eyes on her as she jogged towards her truck, set on driving through the night to make it home before the sun would paint the horizon in bleeding colours.

……

“Hey, it’s me again. It’s been a while, and I really need to see you, (y/n). We need to talk, call me back, please.” 

She woke to new voice messages every single day since leaving a few weeks ago. At first Tyler had voiced out his disappointment and confusion, not understanding why she had left him just like that. And then the sadness had entered the picture, begging (y/n) to call him back because he missed her and was sorry for whatever he had done to her. And now his voice no longer carry any emotions, monotonous and unfamiliar without any nicknames he’d normally use. 

(Y/n) knew it was time for her to finally reach out to him, to bury her own sadness and her embarrassment and to call her best friend, if she could still call him that. Her hands shook as she clicked onto his contact, listening to it ring five times before he answered with a whisper of her name. 

“Hi,” no further word managed to leave her. She listened to him exhale, shuffle around before speaking up.

“Are you at home today? I’d come round to see you.” A part of her screamed at her to say no, knowing that she shouldn't meet him at home, the one place where she had managed to focus on her feelings, giving her space to think about them properly. But the stronger part knew it would be less awkward to see him here than somewhere else where they could easily run into fans. 

“I am.” His hum shot shudders down her spine, forcing her to fist the blanket she had tossed over her cold legs. 

“I’ll be over around three, see you then.” He ended the call before another word could leave her. Her stomach was churning, not used to his cold voice and how he spoke to her as if she was a business contact or a stranger almost. 

(Y/n) let her phone drop into her lap while she sank further into her couch. What would she even tell Tyler? She wasn’t ready for his rejection, wasn’t ready to mess up what was still remaining of their friendship. Even though she couldn’t stand being close to him for longer than a few hours, (y/n) also knew that life without Tyler by her side wasn’t worth living. 

……

“There you go.” She pushed the coffee towards Tyler who was leaning against the kitchen island, right across from her. His eyes followed her every move, ever since a rather awkward hug and exchanged pleasantries that felt as if they didn’t know one another at all. He shot her a grateful smile before taking a sip, not letting his gaze leave her nervous features once. “How are you?”

“Cut the bullshit, (y/n). Wanna tell me why my best friend ran from me and then decided to ghost me for the past weeks?” Her heart sank, letting her guilt settle deep inside her stomach. Her eyes found interest in studying her trembling hands, not daring to get lost in Tyler’s angry expression. 

“I’m sorry, I was just so exhausted with it all. I needed some time away.” A humourless laugh clawed through Tyler, a sound that finally forced her eyes back towards him. 

“You’ve never been good at lying. What is this really about, huh? Why did the others all seem to understand what’s going on, but you couldn’t tell me?” His voice carried his hurt, dripping with sadness and anger she also felt flushing through her system. 

“It's nothing you need to worry-“ the sound of his palm coming down on her kitchen island interrupted her, forcing her pupils to widen as he shook his head at her. It felt as if she was looking at a stranger, not once had she seen Tyler this hurt and angry, never directed at her at least.

“Just be honest, (y/n)! I’m supposed to be your best friend, or is this what this all is about? Do you no longer want to be-“ now it was on her to interrupt him.

“It’s because I’m in love with you, you idiot!” And then they were engulfed by nothing but silence. The seconds faded by, turning into almost a full minute of Tyler just staring at her with an unreadable expression. It seemed as if he was combing through his every moment with her, reliving all the past years to figure out how he could have missed this. His silence forced her lips to part again, knowing that she needed to say some more. 

“I tried to let go of it, I really did. But being around you made it impossible for me. I am sorry, I just needed some time alone. And then that dare, I wanted to kiss you so badly, but it would have been my end, and I couldn’t risk losing that last shred of sanity I had in me.” Her whispers lured Tyler closer, letting her watch him round the kitchen island to come to a halt in front of her. 

“Look at me, darling.” Her heart skipped a beat at the use of the nickname, taking some fear from her trembling body. Slowly she raised her gaze, looking up at him with glassy eyes as he cupped her cheeks with his big hands. “I’m sorry it took me this long to see it, but I was quite occupied with hiding my own feelings from you.”

Tyler’s words left her frozen, staring at him with confusion laced in her gaze. Her mind was racing, letting his words sink in to understand what he had just told her. A soft chuckle rumbled through him, “Will you let me kiss you? No dare this time.” 

She shifted her weight onto her toes, letting her lips collide with his. Tyler instantly replied to the touch, kissing (y/n) breathless while his hands moved down her sides. She deepened the kiss with a soft moan clawing through her, allowing his tongue to meet hers. Both their hearts were racing, pounding in their chests as if they had just returned from another chase, losing themselves in the adrenaline that still buzzed through them. 

Tyler parted from her for a moment, hands wandering down her thighs to pick her up and place her down on the kitchen island. For the first time since she had started being with partners, she truly felt weightless, trusting Tyler fully with whatever he had in mind. Slowly, he connected their lips again, kissing her to stop her racing thoughts from overthinking what was about to happen.

“Do you want this? Do you want to be touched by me?” His voice was raspy, deeper than it had been before - details that made her walls flutter in excitement. 

“Please, touch me, Tyler.” The hum he let go of was drowned out by her gasp as he pushed her back down on the kitchen island, feeling his wandering hands find their way to her pair of shorts. He pulled the fabric down her legs, panties following moments later to expose her lower body to his piercing eyes.

“What a beautiful sight, it was worth waiting for all these years.” Heat rose up her neck, spurred on by his praises. Carefully he touched her, letting his fingers brush through her slit, spreading her arousal on her skin. Goosebumps littered her body as if she was trapped in a cold room, unable to stop shaking. And yet her body was burning up, set ablaze by his touch. 

“I need to taste you, can I, baby?” Nothing but a moaned “yes” left (y/n). His tongue felt rough against her pulsing bundle, letting the sensation zap through her aching body like lighting. She tried to find something to hold on to, and yet her fingers could only wander to his head to tug on his almost golden roots. 

“Jesus fuck, why haven’t we done this sooner?” (Y/n)’s words left Tyler chuckling against her heat. The sound vibrated on her skin, pushing her even closer towards the edge.

“Seems like I ain’t doing my job well enough if you can still speak.” He was urging himself to move his tongue quicker while pushing two fingers into her heat. Her walls clenched around his fingers, drawing him even closer in while her orgasm crept closer and closer. A moan clawed through (y/n), letting it reverberate through the air as Tyler sucked on her pulsing bundle. 

“Atta girl, I got you, pretty.” He comforted her, cozied her along to finally push her over the edge. His name left her parted lips like a prayer, unable to think of any other thing to say as she felt the blinding sensation wander up her limbs. (Y/n) came without a warning, back arched off the cold kitchen island top. 

Tyler kept lapping at her folds to guide her through her high before he pressed one last kiss to her inner thigh. He moved up her body, hands stroking their way up her sides until he cupped her warm cheeks to pull her in for a kiss. 

“I love you, darling, and I promise to make up for all the time we’ve lost.” 

[mggsv]

BABY DADDY .ᐟ

f!reader x toji fushiguro (18+)

summary : “Fuck you Toji!” “Fuck me..? FUCK YOU.” God you hated him so much.

warnings : toji calls reader a bitch and finds out, slapping, reader cries, sex while pregnant, slight angst, a cute little fic

“..It should be “Thank you, Toji. Oh i just love you so much.”

He looks at your angry face, scar rising as he couldn’t hold back the cocky smirk. His eyes trail down to your little round belly, four months swollen. “Thank you? Thank you? I’m fuckin pregnant dumbass!”

“Nothing wrong with ya carryin my seed. You can take a break from work for 9 months. Calm the fuck down.” He grumbles, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket. “Calm down? I can’t just take months off- I model dumbass.”

“And you modeled for me one day and look what happened, I knocked you up.” Not to mention the engagement ring you wore. You’ve been together for almost three years he’s head over heels for you. “Calm the hell down.” He’s reaching over to pat you on your head. “Gonna give ‘Gumi the crazies.”

“No- you don’t understand. I don’t wanna become a housewife-“

“I wanna still be the model I was- no—you don’t get it Toji you’re a man— baby. We have this chat once a month.” He quotes you almost perfectly. Smoke leaving his lips. “Quit yr’ bitchin-“ SLAP !the sound loud ringing in your ears, hand colliding with his face faster than you’ve ever moved before.

“Fuck you Toji!”

“Fuck me..? FUCK YOU.” God you hated him so much. Your eyes watered, but you were a strong little thing. That’s what Toji liked about you..one of many things. Like how when you first met he was just a guy in the crowd watching you strut down the aisle, smirk on his face as he sketched in a notepad. An artist he wanted to be..you learned that after getting to know him. Your eyes glance over to the notepad page, framed on your wall but showing signs of age.

You also thought of what he actually was..the son of your boss. He didn’t have much money when you met, looks could always fool you..so sweet you were. That didn’t bother you much though. It wasn’t his fault his father blocked his success. His art, your love. You watch as Toji puts out the cigarette, cursing to himself as he started to walk away from you.

“Wh- don’t walk away from me we’re not done.” You follow him. He sighs, rubbing his forehead. “Yes we are.”

“No we’re not-“

“I’m not gonna keep doing this every month. We had time to..we decided to keep the baby and now you’re complaining about the damn kid!” He turns to you, blue eyes staring sadly at your brown ones. Instinctively reaching down to graze your cheek. “I know you don’t like it mama..” he murmurs. You sniffle softly, leaning into the touch you fell in love with. Your eyes close as he felt closer. His lips grazing over your chin and neck. Toji’s hands wrapped around your body.

He held you both. “It’s your fault.” you sob into his embrace. He couldn’t hold back the small smile littering his lips. “Takes two ta tango?” he wipes your eyes, kissing the tears away. “Mhm..” you found yourself sniffling. He rubbed over your swollen belly. “Gumi be nice to mama alright? Stressin’ her out.” He whispers to the baby.

“M’sorry..” He whispers again, his strong hands guiding you into his body. “How could I be so bad? Getting such a perfect little thing knocked up..filled up with my baby. How could I have done such a thing..” He coos.

He leans up to kiss your lips, thumb swiping at the fallen tears. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y’know?” Toji stands up straight, bringing your body into his. He rubbed your back while you cried softly into his chest, how you wrapped your arms around the love of your life…he was everything. He knew you meant no harm, he also knew to watch his mouth but still failed. “You’re going to be perfect- we’re gonna be a perfect lil family okay?”

“Cmere mama..” He had you trapped. You loved him too fucking much to let go.

“Be gentle.” You had huffed. “Damnit I am- shut up.” He had huffed back, playful smile on his lips while the thick head of his cock slipping between your folds. Toji held back while you were pregnant- he had no choice- being the rough guy that he was. It’s how you go here in the first place, hell. The scar on his lips danced as he moaned softly, bottoming out. He didn’t go in all the way, though. His tongue lapped at your growing breast. Nipples being flicked by his tongue, hips still.

“Missed this..” you close your eyes, breathing softly while he started to move. His hands were on either side of your head, tightly fisted the sheets. You could tell he was doing his best not to pound you. “Mm..” Your head relaxes on the big pillow beneath your head. Toji’s face tucks into your neck, cock slipping out past your ring. He was a mess. The cum that leaked should be a crime. You’d tease him about it later. He slips back in just as easily, biting down gently on your neck. “Gonna take care of you, alright?” He mumbles.

“Yeah yeah.”

[count-on-mi]

After Concert (Nayeon, Momo, Sana, Mina)

A/N: Another smut idea pops up after I watch the Misamo showcase, it is really touching to see how they interact, but I am also thinking about what will happen lol. T Now please enjoy and 'Do not touch'

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Twice has finally completed the American leg of their world tour, you have not been able to see them during the tour, and you take it as a chance to meet the members at their free time.

From time to time, members of Twice, except for Jihyo is busying on prepare her solo album and Misamo that are doing promotion in Japan, will come to your house in the name of visiting you. The most frequent visitors are Chaeyoung and Tzuyu who are resting.

However, this day Nayeon has convinced you to go Japan with her, as she wants to support her members at the last day of their showcase. You watch how emotional they are and they just can’t hold back the tears when they meet each other, you know they have good relations since their debut, and also on bed, so you tell Misamo to visit your hotel room after they finish their schedule.

You laying on the bed ,watching the live broadcast of the news on TV. It was already Misamo's turn to appear, and the clips of three of them performing today is aired on the TV.

"Nayeon, aren't their outfits beautiful tonight?" You patted the back of Nayeon's head while looking at Nayeon's selfie with your mobile phone.

In the photo, there are only two thin strips of cloth on Nayeon's chest, crossed up and down through the shoulders and underarms, to the back, and before being worn back from the underarms and waist, they are connected with the triangular fabric of the lower body.

Nayeon obviously has an C-cup, her plump breasts can be seen almost at a glance, and the triangular cloth on her lower body is also a corner of the black forest that is faintly exposed from time to time between movements.

"Uh..." Nayeon stopped what she was doing and raised her head to look back. She nodded and then went back to the previous movement. "It's very beautiful, but now I need this."

Nayeon is wearing that set of "pajamas", and has been kneeling between your legs, one hand is constantly stroking your penis, the other is playing with your scrotum, and the small mouth keeps kissing everywhere of your penis and scrotum, she sucks your penis and sucks the head of your penis, and makes one or two deepthroat movements from time to time.

After many years of training, everyone of Twice has practiced a set of blowjob hobbies that are unique to each other, and a set of public blowjob techniques that nine people have discussed with each other and all nine of them know how to do when pleasing you.

Just like Nayeon right now, she likes to quickly lick the penis from bottom to top, and then put the glans in her mouth. During the quick swallowing process, the glans collides with the small tongue tip of the throat, but not Will be too deep in the throat, just click to the end. The tip of the tongue hitting the throat back and forth like this, the feeling of wanting to vomit but not vomit, wanting to suffocate but not suffocating, is Nayeon's favorite.

At this moment, the three of Misamo were being interviewed by the MC on TV, and Momo once again began to avoid the microphone, giving the opportunity to Mina and Sana.

"Come...get up, the main course is almost ready, come up." You patted Nayeon's bare back.

"Um... oh...boo" Nayeon finally swallowed your penis a few more times to pass the addiction, and then pulled out the penis with a sound from her tightly pursed lips.

"Turn around and see how your sisters behave."

"Oh, daddy."

Nayeon turned around, her face was facing the TV, her bare back was facing you, her legs were separated and she knelt on your crotch. Holding your firm penis with one hand and constantly stroking it, her other hand supporting herself on the bed, her waist slowly dropped on you.

You look at your cock against Nayeon's labia. After Nayeon rubbed it a few times with her buttocks, the mushroom head was inserted into the labia and continued to move inside.

From the tips to the root of your penis, it gradually disappeared in Nayeon's vagina little by little until there were only the balls are hanging outside her clits.

Nayeon sat until you reach her bottom of the waist, feeling extremely sexually aroused all over, and then let out a refreshing sound "oh".

Listening to the interview session between Mina and Sana, watching Momo smiling and covering her mouth, Nayeon twisting her buttocks and start grinding your crotch.

The pictures inside the TV made Nayeon feels a perverted sexual pleasure. The members were interviewed on the spot and baptized by countless lights, but she was in the hotel room, having a crazy adultery with her master.

"Ah...ummm...uh...ohhhhh!" Nayeon's waist twisted more cheerfully, rubbing her hands even harder on her breasts.

"Nayeon... you... ah... and... uh... being horny again." You felt Nayeon's madness on riding you again, and frantically began to demand the pleasure of sex by suiting her rhythm.

"Uh... Daddy... push hard... ah... deeper"

You hold Nayeon's waist tightly, and struck her down on your penis forcefully. Nayeon's ass cheek kept colliding with your crotch, and there was a "popping" sound of skin and flesh hitting the hips trembling.

"Daddy... push hard... ah ah... harder... um oh... oh oh... oh"

"You... little... whore"

"Daddy... no... ah... why do you say I am a whore... uh oh... Aren’t I your little baby?"

You get up and push Nayeon down, the penis slipped out of Nayeon's walls, you press her shoulders with both hands, and made her kneel on the bed with her legs apart.

"Nayeon, look at your members...uh" You bend down to cling to Nayeon's hot body, holding your penis and thrusting into Nayeon's pussy, with one arm around her slim waist and the other stretch her big breasts which were ravaged by the cloth strips on her chest.

"Ah...daddy...you came in again...uh huh huh"

"Nayeon, watch they finish the interview and walk off the stage." You lick Nayeon's ear, nibbling it from time to time.

"Oh umm..." Nayeon watched the members walk off the stage on the TV, while she was on the bed bearing the whipping from her master. While her upper body is being used by your hands, her lower body was constantly being impacted by your giant objects.

For a moment, feelings of shame, infidelity, sexual pleasure, etc. spread from the brain to her whole body. Nayeon’s petite body is trembling with excitement, the body temperature also rise rapidly, the contraction of the vagina of her lower body and the secretion of her juices became more rapid.

During this time, Nayeon and you changed a few positions, exploring each other's body crazily. Nayeon's high-pitched groans, which had been unscrupulous before, also turned into a hoarse growl after a long period of screaming.

Finally it was time for their performance again, Nayeon and You also took a break for a while, Nayeon was naked at the side, wearing a new pair of black stockings, ready for the second round. The original "cloth strip artifact" has become wet and lying on the corner of the room, indicating that it was ruined in the furious sex.

You watch the live performance of Misamo together with Nayeon, who just finished wearing black stockings. One of your hand keep lingering on Nayeon's chest, and the other hand pointed to the TV and said, "Nayeon, Mina’s outfit is really sexy today! I'll make a phone call and ask the three of them to come over in this dress."

You take out the mobile phone next to the bed, and calling them. Nayeon was touching her boobs with one hand while she rubs her clit and thrust two fingers into her pussy with the others.

"Nayeon...you...cannot stop for a minute today?" You finished the phone call and turn to see Nayeon masturbating.

"Daddy... Nayeon... still want it ... now..." Nayeon wrinkled her nose and dragged her long ending, while coquettishly stretching out her hand to grab my penis.

You pull Nayeon over and spank her elastic ass cheek, "Kneel!"

Nayeon immediately kneel down on the bed, understand her wish can be fulfilled, and you turn around behind her, and as soon as you hold her waist with both hands, thrust your penis into her thirsty pussy again.

"Ah...too...uh...it's...too deep...aah...Nayeon is going to...die...Daddy!”

Nayeon's weeping voice sounded in your ears, and you ask heavily, "Then... do you like it, my baby Nayeon?"

"Yes... like... Nayeon likes... I am dead... ah ah ah... fuck Nayeon... uh uh... fuck your... slave!"

Nayeon's roars arouse your lust even further. You thrust in Nayeon's pussy harder and harder, and Nayeon responds to me with obscene howls and moving her hips backward for more pleasure.

The TV show has been over for a while when you are still enjoying Nayeon’s body. You keep venting your desire on Nayeon's sexy body, and Nayeon is keep getting all kinds of sexual satisfaction from you.

The door of the hotel room finally opened, and the Misamo walk into the room wearing a uniform set of light-colored trench coats.

In front of the three of them, you are on top of Nayeon, propping up your lower body on the bed with both hands, frantically moving your penis in and out of Nayeon's slippery pussy. On the other hand, Nayeon's separated legs were bent and clamped tightly around your waist, shaking her head violently and keep moaning.

The obscene scene make the faces of the three of them turn red quickly, and they were swallowing saliva in their mouths.

"Come on, take off your windbreaker. Why are you still wearing it in the house?"

"Yes..." The three of them take off their trench coats in response, revealing the stage costumes they wore on TV just now.

"Momo, Sana, come here, I'll leave Nayeon to you!" You pulled out your penis from Nayeon's body, totally coated by Nayeon’s nectar.

"Ah... Daddy... no..." When Nayeon felt the emptiness in her body, she hurriedly speak out to stop it.

"Be a good girl... let Momo and Sana play with you for a while."

Momo and Sana climbed onto the bed in red stage costumes, Sana kiss Nayeon's red lips, Momo kiss Nayeon's breasts, and the two skillfully attack Nayeon’s body.

You watched Nayeon quickly panting under the cooperation of Momo and Sana, so you stopped paying attention. Looking back, I saw Mina standing beside the bed in that well-tailored red stage costume. You pull Mina over and let her sit on your lap. One hand lingering on the exposed part of her costume's waist, and the other lift her chin, kissing her red lips.

After a burst of tongue kisses, Mina's face is blushed. You look at each other with your lips parted, and you look at Mina's red face like a red Fuji apple, attracting you to take a bite.

You pull down the zipper on the side of her costume by passing through Mina's armpit, and poke your hand into it. You reach out to Mina's skirt with the other hand, pulling down the zipper on the side of the shorts, and reach into the pants to explore her path.

"Uh...huh...um..." Mina opened her mouth, panting and moaning slightly.

Mina, who exudes a seductive aura at this moment, is more and more able to seduce a man's deepest desire buried in her heart.

"Come on, Mina, lie on the side of the bed, yes... that's it, open your legs." You get up and direct Mina's movements.

Mina props her arms on the side of the bed, leans forward and stand with her legs apart. You unbutton and threw the folded skirt on the ground, then taking off the safety pants together and put them together with the hem of the skirt just now.

A small piece of the black forest was stained with spots of water, and her clits slowly opens and shrinks in a rhythmic manner.

You stretch out your hand to part her lips and looked at the depths of the deep path. You stick your tongue into her vagina and lick it, and pressed your lips tightly against the clit to suck the honey in the vagina from time to time.

"Ah...Oppa...It’s dirty...um...don't lick it." Mina shakes her ass, trying to avoid your tongue. But You hold onto her ass cheeks tightly to prevent Mina from breaking free.

"Ahh… Umm… Oppa… no…. too deep… ummm…’ Mina gradually changes from actively avoiding your licking to passively swaying her slender waist, let her ass grinding against your face.

"No... ah ah... I want to... cum... um... ahh!" Mina reached an orgasm, and her pussy quickly splashing juices and sprayed all over your face.

After you play Mina's pussy and get all of her juice in your mouth, you let go of your hands that are holding on Mina's ass, let her lay down on the bed and rest after the orgasm, she don’t even have any energy to resist your hands on her body.

Mina panting on the bed with her head sideways, she breathes heavily and looking at Momo and Sana who had already taken off their performance costumes, take out a pair of Strap-on dildo from the bedside table and put them on, Momo at the bottom and Sana on the top, sandwiching Nayeon in the middle like a hamburger, going back and forth in and out of Nayeon's pussy and asshole.

"Ahhh...I want more...Momo...Sana...harder...uh...ohhh" Nayeon yelled hysterically with her already hoarse throat under the attack of Momo and Sana .

Mina look at Nayeon's lecherous appearance in front of her, and didn't look surprised at all. Instead, she reach out and grabs Nayeon's breast.

You watch the nectar slowly flow out from Mina's pussy after orgasm, your lust is burning roughly, and your cock stand stiffly in the air.

While Mina’s attention was distracted to the battle of the other three, You hold Mina by the waist and pull her to the side of the bed, separated her ass cheek with your hands, hold your penis and pump her waist up until you reach the deepest spot.

"Ah" Mina screams suddenly. She feel her figure being pulled back, and it does not stop until her ass was exposed outside the bed. After that, her ass cheeks were forcibly separated by your hand, and she immediately feel your hard cock is inserted into her pussy.

"Papapa" and "Papapapa" are becoming more and more intensive, accompany by Mina’s low-alto singing voice, "Ah... ah... Oppa... um oh... ah eh Um... woo... oh"

Just as usual as you take Mina, she bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from shouting, and only let go until she couldn't bear it any longer, making the groaning sound that ordinary people couldn't hear and the unrestrained image.

You stand behind Mina, thrusting into her quickly, Mina's legs trembled constantly under the violent impact, and you gradually become unstable.

"Come on, go to bed and lie on your stomach." Seeing that Mina could not stand still, you pat her ass to signal her to go to bed.

While bearing your whipping behind her, Mina slowly raised her legs to get on the bed, gradually climbed onto the bed and lay on her face, burying her flushed face with excitement in the pillow.

I also go to bed with Mina, lying on her back, kissing around her neck and shoulder, and still galloping on Mina's delicate body.

"Ahhh... Oppa... I... ah... I can't... heavy... you... too heavy... ahhhh." Begging and groaning.

"Then turn over."

"Oh... Oppa... Get up... I'll turn over" Mina rolls over behind me, and you press on her again, Mina's slender legs tightly hook around your waist, wet dew was exposed between the separated legs Vulva, soon a regular customer stay in it again, and keep going out or going home; the red costume on her chest was pulled down because of the zipper, and the breasts were half-naked.

You play with Mina's beautiful snow-white breasts with one hand, and suck her hard nipples. The lower bodies of the two of them also kept in close contact.

"Mina, come and kiss Nayeon." You look at the three people next to each other and tell Mina and Nayeon to kiss each other.

Hearing this, Mina stretched out her head and kissed Nayeon's plump lips, from the very beginning touch to the intense French kiss, while the former endured my fierce whipping, and the latter endured the double-headed penetration of the members in the same group.

After a period of intense physical strength and time consumption, "Oppa!" "ahh!" Mina and Nayeon let out a high-pitched groan at the same time under the stimulation of the double pleasure, and collapse on the bed panting heavily to recover from the intense orgasm.

When your cock was being pushed and inserted quickly in Mina's body, it was poured by the rapid contraction and extrusion of Mina's walls, and a large amount of her nectar splashes.

In the end, you jerked in Mina's pussy and completed the second ejaculation today. “Oh Mina… Take my seed!”

You pull out the loose penis after cumming, watching the seed overflowing from Mina's clits from time to time, your penis became hard again.

Momo, Nayeon, and Sana were exhausted after orgasm, and they were stacked on top of each other like an arhat.

"Come on, Momo, Sana, let's change."

After the exchange complete, you see Momo and Sana pinching Mina just like they did to Nayeon just now, and while ravaging, they said, "Mina Chan, we will love you very much."

You turn your head away from the MISAMO trio's bed-sharing show and inserted your penis into Nayeon's asshole.

"Ah...it hurts...daddy...you...ahh...wrong hole!"

"That's right... Nayeon... That's right... That's right this time... I haven't used your back... for a long time. "

[d0youc0py]

Hi! I just wanted to see if I could put in a request maybe? I love your writing and it would make my day if you wrote something about the 141 + Konig having an arguement with the reader and they yell or make a sudden move causing her to like flinch away.

If not that's totally okay too, have a lovely day!

“I’m so tired of arguing with you John.” Your words came out whimper-like and you hated how weak it made you sound. Yet fighting with John was exhausting. Sometimes when the two of you argued it felt like it was just another form of training for him.

He instantly softened. Not that you had the wits to notice. A fat tear rolled down your cheek and John’s hand instinctively raced forward to wipe it away. But from your point of view it looked like he was coming in for a slap. Your head flew back, colliding with the kitchen cabinet. You hissed, your hands coming up to apply pressure to the sting.

“Shite, Sweetheart.” He growled. His hands found your hips, pulling you towards him. “I would never.” He reminded. His hand found its way to yours and held you gently.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, cheeks flushed. You knew John would never lay a hand on you and you hoped he didn’t take your reaction too personal.

“Don’t apologize, Honey.” He muttered back, his lips pressed against the crown of your head.

His body stilled. In the midst of an argument- one that he can’t even remember why it started- he reached up to rub his face, the action causing you to flinch. He doesn’t even think it counts as a flinch, because you were basically bracing for impact.

“That what you think of me?” He started. Your heart dropped in your stomach at his words, thinking he was angry, but the look on his face was the opposite. His eyes were nervous. It seemed like he was waiting for you to tell him what you truly thought of him. You quickly shook your head.

“No, Si.” You assured quickly. “I just wasn’t expecting it and you moved so fast.” You tried to explain.

“I know I can be an arse sometimes but I would never hit you. Please tell me you know that.” His eyes bore into yours and you nodded your head.

“I do, Si.” You agreed. His hand reached forward slowly and you took the invitation wrapping your arms around his middle.

“Sorry for being an arse by the way.”

*maybe toxic behavior?*

Most of the time Johnny was an extrovert by choice. He could be the life of the party, charming and personable when he wanted to be, but he also needed his time to recharge. He’d just gotten back from a mission and wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and watch some TV show that took no brain power to understand. Instead he came home to you dressed up to the nines, heading out the door.

“Where are you off to?” He questioned, plopping his duffle bag by the door. You raced forward pressing quick kisses against his face.

“Just a little get together. Want to come?” You hummed against him.

“Didn’t I tell you I was coming back today?” He asked. You hummed in agreement, stopping your attack of affection when none of it was reciprocated.

“Yeah, you did. Why?” You questioned.

“I’ve been gone for three weeks and you’re just heading out the door.” He responded, his words nearly coming out like a snarl. This began the argument and before you knew it the two of you were screaming at each other in the entryway.

Johnny talked with his hands and that became dangerous when he was upset. His hand flung up, his fingers barely missing your cheek. All was silent. Your eyes fled with tears wondering how the man you loved could be so careless. His bright eyes were wide and were taking in every move or emotion you felt.

“I wasn’t going to”- He began.

“Sure seemed like you were going to.” You said back. He shook his head almost violently.

“Never.” He growled. “I would never hurt you.”

“Physically.” You emphasized. He shut his eyes tightly- all the hurtful things he said during the argument coming back to him.

He had a lot of making up to do.

*it’s so hard writing angst for Kyle b/c I feel like he is just the sweetest partner everrrrr*

He came home in a mood. The weight of the world on his shoulders. He brushed past you, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before retreating to the patio for a quick smoke. He rarely smoked and the sight had you worried, but you gave him peace.

You were finishing up your laundry, not noticing as he came home behind you. When his hands touched you, you jumped nearly a foot in the air, your head colliding with the dryer.

“Fucking hell, baby.” He huffed from behind you. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized, holding your head right where you hit it.

“I didn’t even hear you.” You gasped.

“Well I’ve had training.” He smirked. “Let’s get you an ice pack, yeah? Don’t want you walking around town with a bump on your head.”

He was venting to you, to engrossed in his own feelings that he didn’t notice the drastic change in his demeanor. You weren’t use to the side of him- and he had made sure to keep it hidden from you. The last thing he ever wanted was to frighten you. It wasn’t until his arm flung out (not towards you) and you jumped that he’d noticed what was happening.

“Scheisse.” He muttered to himself.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized quickly. “I don’t know why I did that.” You rambled. His worried eyes watched you.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized. His hands reached out to grab yours and you pushed yourself closer to him.

“You didn’t really scare me, Konnie.” You opened and closed your mouth before continuing. “I’ve just never seen you so worked up before. You just surprised me is all.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, bending down so his head could rest on yours.

“Still. There are ways for me to vent without getting all worked up, ja?”

[sadnymi]

Loml p3

[Part one][Part two]

[Mattheo riddle × reader] [TTPD Masterlist]

Words:2k

"Y/N?" I called softly.

No response.

"Y/N," I called again, shaking her gently. "Y/N, wake up. Please, baby, wake up."

No response. Her body was limp in my arms, her chest no longer rising and falling. A numbness spread through me, colder than ice, more suffocating than the darkest abyss. I shook her harder, my voice rising in desperation.

"Y/N! You can’t do this to me! Please, wake up!"

My heart pounded erratically in my chest, the blood roaring in my ears. I held her closer, cradling her head against my shoulder, her lifeless form sagging against me.

"Y/N, you can't leave me," I whispered, my voice breaking. "You promised me forever. You promised to never leave. You can't break that promise now. Please, baby, come back to me."

But there was no answer. The silence was deafening, each second stretching into eternity. I pressed my forehead against hers, my tears falling onto her cold skin.

"Y/N, I love you," I said. "I love you more than anything in this world. Please, don't go. Don't leave me here alone."

Her hand, still entwined with mine, was growing colder by the moment. I squeezed it desperately, as if my touch alone could bring her back. But her fingers remained still, unmoving.

"Damn you," I screamed, lifting my head to glare at my father. "Damn you to hell! This is your fault! You did this!"

He stood in the doorway."It's better this way," he said coldly."You needed to be free of her."

"Free?" I spat, my voice hoarse with fury. "This isn't freedom. This is hell. You’ve condemned me to a living hell."

My father turned away, his silhouette dark against the dim light. "You'll understand in time," he said.

I looked down at her. I kissed her forehead, my lips lingering on her cold skin.

"No," I said, my voice trembling with fury and sorrow. "You will understand now. I know it's not love that ties you to me because you can't love. You don't even know what it means."

He turned back to me and for the first time in my life, I saw pain in my father's eyes. It was fleeting, a flash of something almost human before his mask of cold indifference slid back into place. He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"I'm just another one of your horcruxes, aren't I?" I spat, my voice filled with bitter realization. "That's why you care so much. That's why my life is important to you."

He shook his head. "Mattheo—"

"I figured it out at a very young age," I continued, ignoring his attempt to speak. "But I was just a kid who wanted to believe otherwise, to believe that you really did care about me."

His voice was barely a whisper, filled with an emotion I'd never heard from him before. "I do care, Mattheo."

"Care?" I scoffed, my anger boiling over. "If I die, you lose another horcrux. That's all I am to you, a piece of your soul."

I looked down at Y/N's lifeless body, my heart breaking all over again. "But now," I said, my voice hardening with resolve, "her life is going to be as important to you."

I raised my wand, my mind focusing on the ancient, forbidden spell.

"Animus Vinculum," I whispered, the words heavy with power. A golden light enveloped Y/N and me, tying our souls together in a bond that meant if one of us died, the other would follow.

My father lunged forward, his eyes wide with horror. "Stop!"

But it was too late. The spell was cast, and I felt a searing pain as the magic took hold. My father raised his wand, casting another spell I didn't recognize. A silvery light burst from his wand, intertwining with the golden glow of my own spell.

"Protego Vitae,".

The two spells collided, their energies merging and twisting around us. I could feel Y/N's life force flickering, the connection between us growing stronger. My father’s spell created a barrier, a protective shield around Y/N’s soul, intertwining it with mine but also stabilizing it.

I looked up at him, confusion and anger warring within me. "What have you done?"

I looked down at Y/N, and my heart nearly stopped when I saw her chest moving, her breaths shallow but steady.

Relief washed over me, my entire body trembling as I held her closer. I gently pushed her hair away from her face, my fingers brushing against her soft skin. With my other hand, I grasped hers, bringing it to my lips and kissing it tenderly.

"She’s coming back," I whispered, my voice trembling.

My father stood there, watching us. He met my gaze, the flicker of pain still present in his eyes. "I expect you to come back to the manor ," he said, his voice flat. Then, without another word, he turned and left.

I looked down at Y/N again, her body began to stir, the color slowly returning to her cheeks. Her breathing became steadier, stronger. I carefully lifted her in my arms, cradling her body against my chest. The reality of how close I had come to losing her made my chest ache.

Carrying her to the bed, I gently laid her down, smoothing the blankets around her. I knelt beside her, my hand never leaving hers, my eyes fixed on her peaceful face.

"I'm here, love," I whispered, my voice filled with resolve. "I'm never leaving you again."

Her breathing remained steady, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. I kissed her hand once more.

I carefully cleaned the blood from her face and neck. Her skin was warm under my fingertips, a sign of life that made my heart swell with relief.

I lay beside her the entire night, never letting go of her hand. The room was silent except for the soft, rhythmic sound of her breathing. I watched her intently, my eyes heavy with exhaustion but my heart unwilling to surrender to sleep. Eventually, fatigue won, and I drifted off, my hand still clasping hers.

I woke to a faint stirring beside me. Y/N's fingers twitched in mine, and her breathing quickened. I opened my eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. She was beginning to wake, her body shifting restlessly.

"Y/N," I murmured, sitting up and leaning over her. "It's okay, love. I'm here."

Her eyes fluttered open, wide with panic. She gasped, her gaze darting around the room before settling on me. "Mattheo?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I... I died."

"No, love," I said softly, my heart breaking at the fear in her eyes. "You didn't die. You're here with me. You're alive."

She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I felt it, Mattheo. I felt myself slipping away. How am I here?" She looked around wildly, her breathing ragged. “No, no, I remember... I thought I was dead... I thought I lost you.”

“You didn’t lose me,” I assured her, trying to keep my own voice steady. “I’m here, love. I’m here.”

She started to sob, her body trembling with the force of it. “I thought you broke your promise. I thought you left me.”

I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs wiping away her tears. “I would never leave you. Never. I promised, and I meant it.”

“But it felt so real,” she cried, burying her face in her hands. “I was so scared.”

I pulled her hands away gently and placed them on my chest, right over my heart. “Feel that? I’m here. Alive. With you.”

She clung to me then, her fingers digging into my shirt."I thought... I thought you hated me. I thought you left me. I thought you broke your promise," she sobbed, each word a dagger to my heart. "But you're here. I knew you would never do this to me."

“I’m here,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around her tightly. “And I’m never going anywhere.”

She clambered onto my lap, holding me as if her life depended on it. I stroked her hair, pressing gentle kisses to the top of her head.

she pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine. "But, How... how am I alive?" she asked, her voice still thick with emotion.

I took her face in my hands, my thumb brushing away a tear that escaped. "I couldn't let you go," I said, my voice breaking. "I cast a spell, an old and forbidden one, to bind our souls together. My father... he helped stabilize it."

My gaze steady and full of resolve. "It means that our lives are connected now. If one of us falters, the other will feel it.”

She looked up at me, her eyes wide with realization. "That spell... it could have killed you."

I nodded, my thumb brushing a tear from her cheek.

Her hands cupped my face, her forehead resting against mine. "Are our souls bonded now?" she whispered.

"Yes," I replied softly.

"Good," she said, a small smile breaking through her tears. "Because I would never live in a world where you're not a part of it."

I pulled back slightly, my lips still brushing hers. "I would have to go back."

She looked into my eyes, determination shining through her tears. "Take me with you."

"It's fucked up there, Y/N. It's dangerous. I can’t—"

"I don’t care," she interrupted. "Wherever you go, I go."

I stared into her eyes, my heart swelling with love and fear. I knew what awaited us, but I also knew I couldn't leave her behind. Not now, not ever.

I hesitated, my heart aching at the thought of putting her in danger again not again I can’t go through that again. “It's not safe."

"I'm strong," she insisted. "I can handle it."

"I know," I replied, my voice filled with both pride and fear.

She held my gaze, unwavering. "I trust you, Mattheo. I choose you. I'll always choose to be with you, anywhere."

A small, wry smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "Well, in that case, I should probably mention that I might have also set the whole manor on fire."

Her eyes widened in surprise before she burst into laughter.

The world could crumble into ashes and flames, and I would let it, if it meant keeping her safe. My father, I know, now trembles with fear for her safety just as I do. But I won't leave her behind—I can't. I will return, but she will come with me.

If my father expects me to lead one day, I will. But I won’t wait for that day to be handed to me. I will seize it now. I will take the mantle, and with it, I will ensure that this conflict ends before it has a chance to begin. I will end the war before its first battle cry, before its first blood is shed.

For her, I will make the world bend to my will. For her, I will bring peace out of chaos. She is my world, and for her, I will reshape the future.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

[lunanami]

TRUST ME — kaveh .

with al-haitham as acting grand sage, he was naturally out of the house more. that leaves time for some rather unorthodox activities between you and your boyfriend.

notes : f reader, mirrors , squirting , praise , creampie.

wc : >1k

“better hurry, princess,” kaveh smirked, the smoothness of his voice a perfect compliment to the lewd echoing of skin slapping against skin in the room. “he’ll be home soon… and you know how painfully punctual that man typically is,”

you weren’t too sure about how your boyfriend had managed to convince you to let him take you on his roommates’ bed, though the blonde had always been one to have a way with words. so much so that now, you were on your knees, tangled in al-haitham’s grey, silk sheets whilst kaveh rammed into you from behind. one large hand held both of your wrists behind your back, using the hold as leverage to bury himself deeper and deeper into your warm cunt.

he watched intently as your ass jiggled with each bounce, his ego inflating a tad more each time you squeezed his fat cock. the position that he had you in also allowed for kaveh to have almost complete control over you and your body. occasionally, he would bend down and whisper tender praises into the shell of your ear, reminding you how delightful your pussy felt wrapped around him, and how well you were for taking all of him.

"that's it," he rambled, "gooood fucking girl. . . best pussy ever, you hear me? so fucking perfect. . ."

each syllable of praise made your cunt flutter around his thick cock, especially when kaveh's balls collided with your puffy clit. "are you gonna cum for me, princess?" he cooed, "wanna cum all over haitham's sheets? make a pretty mess f'me, darling?"

"please. . ." you begged, "wanna cum on y'r cock... please, please, please,"

kaveh grew cocky at your repetition, using every ounce of his strength to lift your body so that your back was flat against his chest. he shifted his arms to hold you in place, continuing to fuck you as he did so. one of his arms snaked its way up from your stomach and to your face, gripping your chin and forcing you to take a look in the full-length mirror that rested opposite the bed.

"sweet thing," he hushed your pleasured cries, "such a mess already, aren't ya? y' wanna cum so bad, don't you, pup? keep watching, wanna show you how pretty you look f'me,"

his hand then trailed its way back down, teasing your pebbled nipple with a light tug before settling on your oversensitive clit. kaveh's digits massaged loose circles around the puffy nub, his lips finding solace against the sweet spot on your neck. "beg for it, princess," he mumbled against your skin.

you merely whimpered, words having fled your pretty little head a short while ago.

"already that far gone? 's okay, i've got you. just let go for me, alright, sweetheart?"

kaveh's lithe fingers sped up, though his thrusts grew sloppier. you muttered short semblances of phrases, with him finding your incoherence completely adorable. a couple of taps to your clit had you squirming, yet your eyes remain on the mirror — ever the obedient soul. the man managed to decipher from your babbles that you were about to cum, and with you in such a state of mind you would undoubtedly fall hard.

"go on, cum f'me, princess," he cooed. you saw white lights as you squirmed in kaveh's hold. your cunt clamped down around him, gushing all over his roommates sheets. he continued to fuck you through your high, shooting thick ivory ropes into you shortly after.

kaveh held you as you calmed down, knowing how much you valued being close to him afterwards. he wiped away any tears that had fallen, rambling soft praises into your hair as he kissed the crown of your head.

"love you," you spoke, reaching for kaveh's hand to hold.

"i love you too, my darling," he smiled back at you, "feeling okay?"

you nodded. not many people got to see this side of the architect, with his cocky exterior now deteriorated and leaving behind the most genuine, gentle man that you'd ever met. he held onto your hand as he stood up, admiring the mess left behind. not only was his cum dribbling out of you and beginning to pool on the sheets, but due to the grey material, you could see the exact spot where you'd squirted all over the place.

part of him wanted to leave it for al-haitham to find, though the small yet rational part of his brain decided to spare you the embarrassment of such confrontation. he went to go and grab a washcloth, though before he could even exit the room, he heard the front door begin to unlock. oh, he was really in for it now.

[mattsturniolosmuse]

Steve Randle x Reader

This is also from the poll.

Summary: You ask him to fix your car, and you keep him company while he does so. You drive him home after, making a little pit stop *wink wink*

Warnings: MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, face sitting, cum play, car sex, dom! steve, sub! reader, this is probably the filthiest thing i've ever written

"Fucking piece of junk." You mutter, pulling in to the DX to get your car fixed.

You get out, slamming the door. It had been a gift from your father 2 years ago.

"What's up with it?" A boy asks. He had dark hair, and it was grease back, and he had a DX shirt, unbuttoned, to reveal nice toned abs. You glance at his name tag. Steve.

"My car is making a weird noise. I'm sure you heard it." You say, gesturing towards the engine.

"Yeah. I think that the axle is rusted. I can fix that up for you." He says. You nod, sighing a breath of relief.

"Yes, thank you." You say, plopping down on a nearby bench.

"You been working here long?" You ask. Steve nods.

"Four years." He says.

"Mm." You hum in response. You would offer him help, but you were wearing a short leather skirt and a white tank top that showed quite a bit of cleavage.

You made small talk with him while he worked. You learnt that he is part of a greaser gang, and that he lives with them most of the time, unless his dad offered him money.

"There. All done." He says, slamming the hood shut.

"Thank you so much!" You say, smiling.

"That'll be $150." He says. Your heart drops. You didn't even have $50.

"Shit. I-i don't have that. Is there any other way I can pay you?" You ask, fidgeting your thumbs.

"Nah. Just give me a ride home, would ya?" He says, hopping into the drivers seat.

"Well, I'm not really giving you a ride home if you're driving, am I?" You chuckle, getting into the passenger seat.

"Wow. Real beauty." He says. You note that he's talking about the car. The first minute of the ride was silent.

"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do to pay you back?" You ask.

Steve thinks about it, and when he stops at a red light, he quickly unbuckles his jeans, and pulls them down. His erection smacks against his abs, and your eyes widen. He smirks.

"Come on, gorgeous, you can do it." He says, chuckling. You are suddenly aware of the wetness in your panties.

You bend over the console and take his tip in your mouth. Steve moans quietly.

"Wait, what's your name? I need to be moaning the right one." The boy asks. You take your mouth off of him.

"Y/N." You take him back in your mouth, and the car starts moving. He takes one hand off the wheel and tangles it in your hair, pulling your head up and down on him.

"Fuckkk, baby, just like that." He moans, bucking up into you. He hits the back of your throat and tears start rolling down your cheeks. You gag, momentarily stopping, but then you get right back to it.

Steve hits a speed bump, and you jump, his dick going farther down your throat this time. You whimper, and Steve twitches.

The car comes to a stop, and he bucks up into you, both hands now on your head.

"I'm so close." He moans. Soon enough, his seed is shooting down your throat. You swallow it all, and he pulls your mouth off of him. You pull yourself over the console, straddling his lap as your mouths collide in a hungry kiss. Steve grabs your hips and grinds his waist into yours, letting out a loud moan.

"I-i need you." Steve says, pulling away. You pull the handle on the side of the seat, to make the seat go back. You start grinding into Steve, who hastily pulls your tank top off. He smirks when he sees you're not wearing a bra. He grabs your wrist to stop you.

"It's almost like you knew this was going to happen." He says. You shrug.

"The top has a built in bra." You say, grinding into him again. You stand up momentarily, to unzip your leather skirt, pulling it down your legs.

Steve smacks your hand away when you go to remove your panties. You look out the window, and you guys are outside a house.

"Steve! Is this your gang's house?" You ask, covering your chest.

"Yeah, but they're too busy watching the football game to see you, I swear." He says, removing your arm from your chest to admire you some more. He takes your panties and puts them in his shirt pocket, removing the shirt after.

"Those are mine now." He says.

Your lips collide again, more heated this time. Steve licks your bottom lip, but you deny him entrance. He squeezes your tits and you gasp, and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. You whimper as his tongue collides with yours.

"Ready?" Steve asks you. You nod. Steve picks you up and you slowly sink onto his dick. He made you feel so full.

"S-steve!" You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck. You start moving back and forth, and Steve grasps your waist to push you down farther.

"Y-yeah, gorgeous, just like that." Steve moans, bucking into you. You pulled off of him completely, and slammed back down.

"HOLY FUCK!" Steve moans loudly, forcing your hips to go faster. Your hands are on his chest, boobs hanging in his face as you bounced on his dick.

"God, oh god, Steve!" You moan as you lean down to kiss him. His tongue immediately clashes against yours. You leave his lips to lick his neck, leaving hickeys.

He does the same to your breasts, leaving hickeys everywhere.

"I'm so close, Steve." You moan out, digging your nails into his chest.

"Yeah. Cum all over my cock. Do it for me." Steve moans. You bounce a couple more times, until you release all over his cock. He pulls you off of him and releases all over your chest.

He scoops it up, guiding his fingers to your mouth. You suck on the digits, not breaking eye contact with Steve. His boner grows again.

He scoops up more of the mess on your chest, and draws a big SR on your chest, chuckling.

"I want you to sit on my face." Steve says.

"No, i'll suffocate you!" You say, blushing.

"No, you won't. It'll be fine. Please?" He begs.

"Ugh. Fine." You say. You bring yourself forward, and hanging onto the handle above you, you hover over Steve's face. His hands grasp your waist and he pulls you onto his face.

"Oh! God..." You moan. It was a different feeling, and his nose brushed against a soft spot.

"Steve! Fuck, that feels so good!" You moan as his tongue slips in and out of you. His hands start moving you back and forth on his face, and tears leak out again. The pleasure was too much, you were seeing stars.

You couldn't think straight. You didn't know which way was up and which way was down. You could only think of Steve.

Steve. Steve. Steve.

Your orgasm came very quickly. You gasped and pulled yourself off of Steve, his face covered in your cum, and he had a stupid grin on his face.

"Thanks, babe." He says, grabbing a cloth from the console and wiping his face.

He flips you over.

"Round two?" He asks. You nod, and he pushes into you, pistoning his hips into yours at a fast pace. You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing his lips to yours. Your clit was pulsing with pleasure, and it was added to as Steve rubbed it gently.

"I love you, Steve." You say, accidentally. He stops.

"What? Say that again?" He says.

"I-I love you." You say quieter.

"Fuckkkk" He moans, going faster than before.

"I-I love you too, g-gorgeous." He says, twitching. He releases into you. He dresses you, but you are wearing your tank top and your very, very short skirt with no panties. You step out of the car and into the Curtis' house, Steve's cum still dripping down your leg.

"How was that for paying me back?" Steve asks, grabbing your ass and kissing your neck.

[slvttyplum]

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ obedience | suguru geto

short drabble.

contents: degradation, hitting with a belt.

the belt collided with your bare ass, your body jolting, and the sweat on the palms of your hands almost slipping from the surface.

“hold it," suguru grunts through his teeth, flinging the belt up, then back down on your ass, tears welling in your tears and a puddle welling in between your thighs.

you were being disobedient, and this was your punishment: getting hit repeatedly until he felt like stopping.

suguru was tired of your bullshit and having a headache every day because you wanted to start a random argument or do something you had no business doing.

your arms tremble on the small chair you were putting your weight on, and your breath comes out shaky as you try to breathe.

“count.” is all suguru says before hitting your ass again, with more force than his previous lashings.

your breath is trembling, and your body is taking in all the pain, with your eyes rolling back and your back arching.

“…one.” then he comes down even harder than before, stopping briefly to walk in front of you and lean down, taking his hand and cupping your jaw.

his thumb digging into you, a wince slipping out of your mouth.

“are you sorry? i don’t think you are. i think you think this is a game.” snatching his hand back and walking behind you again.

“wait, wait! i’m sorry, i’m sorry, suguru.” you sobbed, your palms almost slipping when you shake, but you hold your position.

“stay the fuck still!” the belt comes into contact with your ass again, and you flinch, your head dropping as tears spill out.

as much as this hurt and the pain was almost unbearable from how hard suguru was hitting you, it felt good, practically dripping.

his eyes are concentrating on how your body moves every time the belt comes in contact with you, how you shake, how you cry, and how you drip.

he smirked, walking closer to you and turning you around. the action surprised you, causing a gasp to come out.

suguru flings the belt around his shoulder and makes contact with your bare pussy, pushing your thigh out more.

“look at you... dripping like a slut.” his two fingers slide up to your slit, then back down, entering your hole with no warning.

you gasp and go to grab his wrist, but he slaps your hand away, pushing deeper inside of you, then sliding his fingers out.

“don’t you dare touch me again, understand?” his voice was deep and cold, but also husky and sexy. your body was shivering from his voice, but you nodded.

"yes, sir," you whisper, your eyes sliding over his face, wondering what he’s going to do next.

he slides his belt off his shoulder and slides his fingers up the length of it, stopping close to the end and looking at you in the eye.

“i think you need pussy slaps… to teach you obedience.” your eyes are going wide when you see the belt going up, and your hands are flinching for a moment to stop him, but you don’t.

the belt comes down and makes contact with your cunt; the stinging shortly turns into pleasure, tingles crawling up your back.

“count.” he says, the belt coming back down harder, the contact with the belt and your clit making you whimper.

you hesitate for a second, but you comply.

“…one.” the belt quickly comes down before you can't even finish the word, and an even bigger sting collapses on your cunt.

“two.” barely came out before the pleasure piling up in your throat, your thighs threatening to close as suguru hand came back down.

the repeated clashing of the belt and your now swollen cunt had you drooling; the pain was bearable, and it was turning into pleasure quickly.

pleasure flowing throughout you so fast you weren’t sure how long you were going to hold up, the sensitivity of your pussy making suguru hard.

“fifty.” you cough out, the air inside you was getting clogged up, an orgasm was about to release, and your eyes were sliding in different directions.

“i didn’t know a slut like you could count this high," suguru says, the comment making you jolt, pleasure releasing as one final slap comes down to your cunt.

a sob erupting past your lips as you shake out

your orgasm, suguru dropping his belt and rubbing your swollen pussy.

leaning closer to you, rubbing your head, and kissing your face.

“good girl. stay obedient for me, okay? his voice returning to his regular tone.

a small relief of air coming out of your lips as you embrace his touches.

“yes sir.”

[scar-crossedlvrs]

Saw you asking for Vendetta!Leon and I'm also madly in love with him so here we go!

Vendetta!Leon with a shy and sweet reader who's always there for him and one night he finds out despite her bubbly nature she's actually struggling too with past things she never talks about?

If this is too specific I understand! Simply Leon with a sweet reader would be fine. <3

Leon S Kennedy - Sunshine

The way I dropped everything to write this. The grumpy / sunshine troupe is one of my favorites. Anyway!!! This is my first time writing something resembling hurt / comfort & i really hope you enjoy it.

minor cw for implied past abuse.

Leon Kennedy was a stormcloud, a man so grey and rainy he could ruin anyone’s mood. Despite that he was a damn good agent, respected by all of his peers for the amount of successful missions he had pulled off on his own. And that’s how he preferred to be in his day to day life, alone. It was the only way he could keep from getting hurt, from getting those around him hurt. 

Until you came along, a ray of sunshine through the storm. He’d always remember the first time he saw that sweet smile of yours. Leon was halfway through his second bottle when you approached his corner table. Shy and sweet, you could barely keep eye contact with him as you spoke, looking back to the gaggle of friends that had encouraged you to approach the handsome man in the corner you had been ogling all night. No matter where you looked though, that smile never faded from your pretty lips. 

 It doesn’t matter how bad of a mood he’s in or how deep into a bottle of Jack he’s found himself, there’s always a soft spot in his heart for that bright smile you seem to have permanently etched into your face. Despite the fact that he knows better, that it was the same smile you gave to the whole world, Leon convinced himself that it was only for him.

Unbeknownst to him though it wasn’t the same one you gave to the world. It was indeed a genuine smile you crafted just for him. Or better yet a series of them, tailored to every specific situation that you may have needed them for and given only to him. He wasn’t the easiest man to deal with, but every time you offered him a comforting word, a sweet favor or even just the smallest of loving glances he seemed to soften for you. To show you a glimpse of a man that existed before the horrors of the world tore that hope away from him.

But you knew as well as anyone that trauma could do that to a person.

You knew he needed someone to keep him grounded, to remind him that there was always sunshine after the storm. You were determined to never let him see that smile fall. 

And you almost succeeded.

—-

The apartment was quiet, but Leon knew you were home due to the fact your car was parked out front. He was home early for once from whatever god forsaken mission he had been sent on this time and all he wanted to do was curl up in a ball next to you. Figuring you were napping, he crept through the hallway as quietly as he could in order to avoid waking you. 

But the sounds behind the bedroom door stopped him in his tracks. Heavy breathing partnered with choked sobs and the muffled sound of an angry voice on the other line of a cell phone. 

“You’re not supposed to have this number. I made sure of that.” Your voice is cracking, trembling on the other side of the door. “How did you get this number?” 

He’s caught off guard by the fear in your voice, and not waiting a moment longer, he’s pulled open the bedroom door. Just in time for your cellphone to whizz past his head, exploding into pieces as it collides with the wall. 

“Leon?” Your first instinct is to hide your face away from him, hands flying to cover your face  so that he couldn’t see the tears staining your cheeks. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You hadn’t expected him to be home so soon, but you also hadn’t expected the angry phone call from your ex-boyfriend either. Realizing your facade was over, you could do nothing more than pull your knees to your chest and sob into your hands.

“Sunshine, no no no. I’m here.” his voice is soft, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you into a firm hug, moving your face from your hands into his chest. 

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were the one that was supposed to comfort him, not the other way around.

“You shouldn’t have to see this.” You choke out, words muffled into his jacket.  

He sighs, one hand moving to smooth over the hair on the back of your head as he shakes his own. “I’m not leaving you like this.” he said softly. It was his chance to return the favor for everything you had done for him. 

And that was all it took to open the floodgates, letting the emotions of what had just happened spill out through your eyes as he rocked you in his arms, cooing sweet words into your ear as he did so. He didn’t ask you to tell him what was wrong, part of him not wanting to know what it was that could cause your sweet demeanor to falter and the other part knowing that if he knew he’d make an impulsive decision. 

Instead he let you cry, because you needed to.

And because he knew despite everything, there’d still be sunshine after the storm.

[faeries-child]

One day I will choose you

Pairing: Azriel x reader (kinda)

Summary: Azriel had loved you for decades and he promised that he would be there for you when you finally decided to let go of our former lover.

Warnings: Mature content, nudity, implied sexual actions, angst, break up.

NOTICE: I HAVE NOT proofread this text and keep in mind that I write these at 3 am. Rip my sleep. Also there is message in the end!

Often you hoped that everything would have gone differently. Getting up from the bed and tangled sheets. You looked at the man laying there, his eyes closed and still sleeping. He was still naked from last night, faint scrapes of your nails on his back. You had promised this was the last time. To him and to yourself. 

He had hurt you so many times. You weren’t even sure why you had stayed. But now, looking at him, you didn’t see the person you once loved, you saw someone unrecognizable, lunatic with a former lover's face. 

Getting dressed with the clothes from yesterday that were still laying on the floor. You walked through the apartment promising that it would be the last time you ever did. You opened the door and stepped out of it to the streets of Velaris. 

Panic was beginning to cloud your mind. Even though you had problems, he was still the person who knew you, knew how weak and scared you could be, but he also knew how you could be strong. And would all you had given him, all you had sacrificed for him now be in vain? Were you wrong to leave him there all alone, by himself? You had left, mind clouded by fear, grief and rage. Unbearable rage towards yourself for staying, and for him. Towards him for all that he had done to you. 

Without noticing you had begun to run. Running towards the unknown, as long as it took you farther from that apartment and that bed. 

 You weren’t looking before you when you collided with someone. You were about to fall backwards when they caught you in their arms. 

“Y/n?” That deep voice that was alway calm, collected, almost seemed to carry a hint of concern. You would recognize that voice anywhere, most of the time its tone sounding like the speaker didn’t care about anything or anyone, but once you had listened to that sound for almost two hundred years, you knew that behind that voice and cold eyes was a man that would kill or be killed for the people he loved. 

“Are you okay?” 

You tried to clear your head, trying to make your eyes see through the tears that were veiling them. You looked at the man before you. He stared at you intently, you couldn’t decipher what emotion they were portraying. They just stared at you, ready to bear anything you would show him, give him. 

“Az-Azriel” was the only thing you were able to say. 

“What happened?” 

You weren’t able to answer, only pressing yourself to him. You friend of many years, who had been with you through troubles untold. You were shaking, crying to his chest. 

“What do you want me to do?” he asked with a gentle voice, speaking to your ear so only you could hear. 

“Take me away. Convince me not to go back. Convince me that this is for the best”

So he did. He transferred you somewhere else using his shadows. You weren’t sure where you were, but the space felt open. You could breathe better in the open air. Place where he had taken was also quiet, making you realize that you were now alone with him, there weren’t people around you anymore, giving you a chance to relax your body and fully lean onto him. 

“What will I do Azriel? This has to end, I cannot keep this up anymore.” You cried into him. 

Azriel was quiet for a moment, thinking about his answer. What had helped him when he had to give up on people, what had he told himself he finally gave up on Mor?

“Tell me so you can hear it too, why wouldn’t it work, what does your mind truly say about it?”

You took a deep breath, choosing to go with his idea. “My sanity tells me that I couldn’t have healed him. I couldn’t have pieced him back together even if I had given everything in myself.” 

Tears were running down your face still, but breathing was finally easy. You looked into his eyes, holding onto his shoulders still. They were the rock that you clung to when you were about to drown. 

“Good” He said, running those scarred hands reassuringly along your arms. “Go on, why is this for the best?”

He pressed his forehead to yours, still looking at your eyes. You swallowed, collecting your thoughts. “It is for the best for maybe at the end of everything, he wouldn’t even have been worth it.”

He held you there for what seemed like hours. Holding you close and making sure you were safe. In the end you fell asleep there, still resting fully on him. 

Little time skip…

Azriel pov: 

Only thing that kept Azriel from going to that apartment and killing the man that had hurt you, was you on his bed, sleeping peacefully. He was leaning against the railing of the balcony on the mountain keep that was located in the middle of Illyrian mountains. He knew that you could be here in peace. 

He loved you. Had loved from the moment you had shown up in front of him drunk and giggling at the spirits flying through the sky on starfall almost two hundred years ago. You tried to see good in everyone. Not once did you judge him by his past or reputation. 

But for years he could only look from afar when you loved another, when your heart was broken by another time and time again. He was there for you, but he knew it wasn’t his place to say what you should do with your life. It was your decision. 

“Azriel?”

He turned to look at you. You had woken up, now sitting at his bed, blanket still wrapped around you. Your hair was messy, eyes puffy from crying. 

 “Yes?” 

“Thank you”

He showed you a small smile. Turning his head towards the scenery that the balcony opened up to. Sun setting behind the mountains, brightest of the stars already visible. 

You rose from the bed and walked up to him. 

Your head felt clear for the first time in a long while. You put your hand over his on the railing. “I know that I will come back to think about him every now and then, but I have decided that I won’t waste my worries on him. I want to be able to walk by him and not turn to look at him. I have decided that I won’t miss him anymore.” 

You moved your stare from the scenery to him. God he was beautiful. You had always known that he was beautiful, but for the first time you could look at him freely and not feel shame for what you were feeling. 

He looked at you too. Azriel tightened his lips into a straight line before saying on a quiet voice: 

“I want you to know that I will always be beside you. That I will be here, and I want to be here when maybe someday you are ready to open your heart once again.”

Little did he know that he already had a place in your heart and that the day you would finally choose him was closer than he dared to hope.

Message from me: Okay I am so sorry I haven't updated in a long time. Lets be clear, life got in my way. It's been so busy and I haven't had any time to even consider writing. There is still No place for love part 2 coming when I can finish it. And there is probably Carlisle Cullen fic coming next ;)

[cinnamostar]

01: home

part two.

pairing : minho x gn!reader

summary : minho had waited in front of the entrance of the forest for you until the sky darkened, his eyes welling up with tears as he came to accept that you had forgotten about him that day. maybe you needed to go home that day and forgot to tell him before school, he thought. although, he realized something far greater than that had happened as he arrived at the front of your house, the for sale sign standing in the yard without a trace of human presence in the home.

wc : 3.8k

cw : childhood friends, arguing, angst, sadness, mentions of bullying + racism/xenophobia, mentions of alcohol, idk what else

a/n : tried a new writing styles, lmk what you think!!! also pls let me know if you guys are interested in a part 2 :3 this fic is very much inspired by the movie past lives heheheh

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The low buzzing of mosquitoes filled your ears while you wandered down the dirt trail with trepidation as the vast forest surrounded you the deeper you ventured in. Tufts of grass tickled your ankles as your clammy hands clenched your best friend’s, who had dragged you out against your will, insisting it would be a fun adventure to test your bravery. 

Every now and then, he’d look back and shoot you a wide, childish grin, a gap taking the place of the front tooth he had just lost last week. “C’mon, Y/N! Walk faster!” 

You nodded meekly at your friend, admiring how he fearlessly marched forward, while you anxiously trudged behind him, biting your lip to release some of the tension in your body. Every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig would cause you to jump, afraid that something would jump out at you in the next second, but Minho’s gentle grasp would always bring you back down with a reassuring squeeze, reminding you that you were not alone as you hiked into the unknown. You weren’t sure where you were heading, neither did you know if the seven year old boy ahead of you knew, but his presence was enough to ease you, trusting that everything would be okay as long as he was there.

“It’s okay, Y/N, we’re almost there! You’re going to love it.”

Although only ten minutes had passed, it felt as if this journey was lasting for an excruciating amount of hours as anxiety loomed over you. All you could see was the different hues of green leaves enveloping you, the site of the park you had come from no longer in view as the forest swallowed you whole, only bits of the sunlight made its way through the dense leaves above you, coloring the dirt path with shadows and lights. You looked above, hoping to find the comforting blue sky looking down on you, but not even the heavens were there to accompany you on this trek. It was just you, Minho, and the eerily quietness of the woods.

You decided to put your blinded trust in Minho, shutting your eyes closed as the daunting feeling of claustrophobia began to bubble up your stomach, not daring to take in any more of your surroundings. Suddenly, Minho had come to a stop, causing you to collide into his back as you slowly opened your eyes, unsure what you’d be met with. 

“We’re here,” Minho whispered to you breathlessly from all the walking, turning his head to look over his shoulder, “Look, I found it the other day, it reminded me of you.”

You reluctantly peeked your head out from behind him, a small and excited gasp escaping your lips as you marveled at the sight before you. It was like a photo from one of your nature books had come to life before your eyes. There laid a pond with clear waters and lily pads floating atop of it, soft ripples forming in the water as tadpoles swam just beneath the surface. Just to the right of the pond was the faintest stream of water cascading into the pond, bubbles forming where the brook met the pond as the light trickles of it accompanied the low hum of the forest. 

You had forgotten you weren’t alone as Minho’s giggles brought you out your trance, his eyes beaming with affection as he watched your frightful expression turn into one of amazement and discovery. 

“See, I knew you’d like it. Sometimes you need to pass a test of bravery to get something cool at the end.”

For a seven year old, Minho often said profound things as if he had lived a life full of experiences, things only an adult from a movie or book would say, but in his own childlike vocabulary. You didn’t always quite understand what he meant, but always kept those small tidbits of profundity with you, hoping one day you’d grow to learn the meaning behind his words.

“But jeez, you’re such a scaredy cat. You should’ve seen the look on your face,” he teased as he now faced you, a hand pinching one of your cheeks.

And sometimes, he would just be like any other kid who was messing with his friends, saying something outrageous and nonsensical the next second. He was a strange kid, but you had grown to adore his unpredictability throughout the years of your friendship. You rolled your eyes playfully at his remarks, knowing he meant well, “So what if I was scared?”

“I think it’s cute when you’re scared. You always hold my hand when you are.”

Your face grew warm at his comment, an innocent smile gracing his features as he looked off to the pond. You pouted as butterflies fluttered into your stomach, making their presence known for the umpteenth time today, “Whatever…”

You returned your attention to the pond, walking to its edge as you squatted down with an arm and head resting on your knees as the other reached down to touch the cool water. Your fingers dipped beneath the surface and waved underneath, hoping you’d catch the attention of the tadpoles, but instead the sudden movement shooed them away. 

“Minho?”

“Hmm?”

“How did you find this?”

The boy stood in his place from earlier, opting to admire the scene from afar, “Well, I went out exploring with my dad the other day and it was just here. I learned the path back to show you. Do you like it?”

“It’s so pretty. Can we come here again?”

“Of course.”

Since that day, it had become a small ritual between the two of you, stopping by nearly everyday after school to spend time by the small pond as you slowly learned to appreciate the peaceful quietude of the wilderness. On the days your mother would tell you she needed you home after school, you’d always approach Minho with big, teary eyes and trembling lips, disappointed that you’d have to miss out on a time you had cherished so much with him. And every single time, Minho would pull you into his embrace, place a small kiss on your head, (a gesture he had learned from his own mother), and reassure you, promising that you both would go the next day.

This routine had lasted for a bit over a year, until one day your parents sat you down and told you that the family was moving away to the United States later that month. You had known this was going to happen eventually, as your parents mentioned this in passing to you over the last few months as they prepared for the move, but your child brain couldn’t comprehend the passage of time and just how fast this had all come.  You immediately broke down into tears, begging your parents to let you stay, not wanting to leave all your friends behind so soon, not ready to confront the uncertainty this new country had. You were scared, terrified for what this had all meant, and the worse part of it all was that you wouldn’t have Minho holding your hand through it all this time. He was staying behind, you were leaving him.

Days had gone by as the day you were moving had come close, and you still hadn’t told Minho that you were moving. You didn’t know how to, you were afraid he would cry or be angry at you, so eventually, weeks had gone by without you saying a word. 

Then, you left without a word, never telling your best friend you were leaving and never giving him the chance to send him off with a proper goodbye. 

Minho had waited in front of the entrance of the forest for you until the sky darkened, his eyes welling up with tears as he came to accept that you had forgotten about him that day. Maybe you needed to go home that day and forgot to tell him before school, he thought. Although, he realized something far greater than that had happened as he arrived at the front of your house, the for sale sign standing in the yard without a trace of human presence in the home.

Panic settled into his body as he sped his way home, not being able to understand what was going on as he rushed to his mother, tears falling down his face as he screamed that something happened to you and your family, how you never showed up to the pond that day.

His mother leaned down as she pulled him into a tight hug, a comforting hand rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him, “Oh, sweetie, didn’t Y/N tell you?” 

Minho looked up at his mother, his face reddening as he continued to sob, a confused look on his face as he shook his head no. His mother cooed at him with a saddened look, pressing a kiss on his forehead, “I’m sorry, sweetie. I thought they did. Their dad got a job in America, so their family is moving there.”

Minho stood there in shock, sniffling as he croaked another sob, “What? Does this mean they’re gone? They’re never coming back?”

“No, baby, they’ll come back eventually. I don’t know when, but they will.”

You had abandoned Minho with no warning, consequently breaking his heart as he mourned the loss of his best friend.

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While your parents kept in contact with one another, Minho refused to ever speak to you over the phone whenever he had the chance, as the love and adoration he once had for you festered into anger and resentment for leaving him without warning. 

It hurt you every time you asked over the phone if Minho could talk, and all you would hear was a loud, upset no from the background after his mother would ask. Your eyes would water up each time, his mother apologizing for him and saying he would soon get over his feelings. 

You hated living in the United States. It was an entirely different culture you were not prepared for as you struggled to communicate with other kids your age, unable to make friends due to the apparent language barrier. Everyday after school, you’d come home in a flood of tears, exhausted and upset at how difficult everything was.

You couldn’t understand your teachers and lessons, always performing poorly even though you knew you could do well. You couldn’t make friends, always being made fun of by other kids due to your accent and jokes constantly flew over your head. Everything about you had become a weapon everyone else had used against you, and the parts of you you once loved and once were proud of became something you rejected, something you felt ashamed of. Back home, you were so smart and witty, always the center of attention, yet here, you were just a stupid kid who didn’t fit in.

You missed Minho so much, wishing he was here with you to help you fight through it all with your hand in his. If he was there, he would’ve told off all the kids for you. He was much braver than you ever were, and you needed him there. Although, as time ran its course, you eventually gave up on the idea of ever reconciling with Minho and thought he would reach out to you whenever he was ready.

Except that day never came, and he had long become a memory of a past life you no longer knew. 

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Years have gone by since you left your home country and all you had left of it was the faint outlines of memories that faded away with age, much like how pencil marks slowly disappear from paper as time wears it down. Well into your adult years now, you have grown accustomed to life in the United States and have eventually learned the language, made friends, and even lost touch with roots as many immigrant children do. Although, as you grew older, you began to yearn for the country you once called home and remember where you had come from, feeling ashamed that you had neglected such a crucial part of your identity for so long. 

Today, for the first time in years, you and your parents returned to your home country as a small celebration for your college graduation, deciding it was appropriate to revisit your childhood before embarking on your journey as an adult. You already had a job lined up once you returned to the states, so you were going to take advantage of the limited time you had here.

Much like you, everything here has changed through the passage of time, yet the familiar comfort of home remains as your eyes scan over each detail through the car window. Even the humid air smelled the same, your face smiling as memories slowly crept their way into your mind. As the car drove you to your aunt’s house, you were catching glimpses of the past as convenience stores, parks, and even your old school greeted you, still looking the exact same as you remembered, but just a little dulled down as the years weathered on them.

The car came to a halt at the front of your aunt’s home, your parents and you taking your luggage from the trunk as you bid the driver a goodbye. As you were approaching the front door steps, your aunt came bursting out with an excited gasp, tears filling her eyes as she pulled you into a familiar embrace, “Oh, Y/N! Look at you! You’re all grown up now!”

She pulls away as her hands rest over your shoulders as she takes a moment to beam at your face, taking in every detail she had missed over the years, “My, aren’t you adorable too! I’ve missed you all so much,” she laughed cheerfully as she then went over to greet your parents in the same fashion. 

“I missed you too, auntie,” you breathed out a content chuckle as you enter her home, admiring how it still looked the same way you remembered it, just a bit more modernized.

After settling down in the guest rooms, your family sat with your aunt to eat a dinner she had prepared for you all, even going as far as making some of your childhood favorites. Each bite sent shivers down your spine as your eyes rolled back with nostalgia rushing over you, reminiscing all the times you spent as a child eating each of these dishes at the very table you were sitting at.

“Wow, this is all so good,” you mumble after taking a huge bite of meat, letting out a pleasured hum as you chew.

“Y/N, honey, please don’t talk with your mouth full,” your father scolds, shooting an apologetic and embarrassed look to his sister.

Your aunt let out a belly laugh as she waves you dad off, “Nonsense! Let them enjoy their food. I am just glad you have you guys back.”

Your mother smiles at her comment, nodding her head in agreement, “Us too, it’s good to be back, even for a bit. Thank you for having us.”

“Oh, of course. How could I ever say no to my brother?” smiles your aunt, before turning to you, “Is there anything special you wanted to do while you were here? Do you have anything planned?”

You shake your head, “No, not really. Just kinda wanted to spend time with family for the most part.”

“Oh, what about Minho? I know you two were close as kids. Are you going to see him? He still lives here.”

Your heart stops for a moment as your brain recalls your old best friend, a name that hadn’t crossed your mind in years as fragments of your memories began to resurface, ones that you didn’t even know you have. “Wow, I forgot about him, honestly.”

Your mom gives you a comforting smile, noticing a slight sadness in your eyes, “Well, I think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to catch up with him, no? Aren’t you curious to know what he has been up to all these years?”

You nod, feeling uneasy at the thought of coming face to face with your former friend after the stunt your younger self pulled on him, “Ah, maybe. We’ll see.”

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You had spent the last few days catching up with your cousins, letting them take you out wherever they thought you had to see and show you what you’ve been missing. Unfortunately for you, that meant you were dragged off to a night of drinking and while you had fun with lots of laughs, you were beginning to regret all the alcohol you had ingested the night before as you woke up with a pounding headache. 

Since the day your aunt mentioned Minho over dinner, you couldn’t help but wonder what he had been up to nowadays, what he looked like, if he had changed much, your heart yearning for the boy you once loved as a child. While you could’ve easily asked any of your family members where to find him, you were also dreading having to face after so long. What if he was still mad at you? What if he was disappointed in who you’ve become? What if he had become an insufferable asshole over the years? 

The insurmountable what-if’s were too much for you to bear, choosing it was best to avoid the subject much as you both have all these years. Yet, you couldn’t ignore the pang in your heart as you looked through your old memories of him, part of you wishing to relive that childlike innocence you lost when you moved away.

That’s when you remembered the old pond Minho and you once frequented as children and thought maybe this was the respite you needed for not only your hurt soul, but your hangover too. Maybe you needed the peace and tranquility of mother nature today.

You felt your heart swell with anxiety as you approached the start of the trail you had become so acquainted with, noticing the same trees decorating the entrance, the only difference was their thickened trunks and roots that had overgrown onto the poorly maintained path. 

You begin to make the trek into the forest, enjoying the gentle zephyr that kisses your skin, inviting you back into your old safe haven as if it recognizes you. The familiar buzzing of mosquitoes greets your ears, along with the songs of birds filling the rest of the space.

A gentle smile melts onto your face as you arrive at the same pond that somehow remains unchanged over the years, just like how you remembered it all those years ago. It was as if you were going back in time as you took in your surroundings, your mind replaying memories of the days you and Minho spent here as children, recalling the first time he had forced you out here and how glad you were that he did.

There are still tadpoles swimming in the water, your smile widening as you realize the frogs are still laying eggs here, even after all these years. You feel at home again seeing how this was like your own little time capsule, a feeling of safety and comfort taking over you, one you hadn’t felt in years. You don’t know how much had passed, but the sound of crunching leaves and twigs startled you from your daze, visibly jumping in place as you turned to see the source of the sound.

Behind you was a man about your age standing there, surprise and confusion painting his face, scanning you from head to toe while analyzing your features. Your face mirrors the same expression he wore as you took him in, your eyes widening as you recognize the man standing before you as none other than your childhood best friend, Minho. 

Somehow, he still looks like the boy you once knew, the only difference being that he grew into his feature with a more matured air around him, his eyes tired from god knows what.

“Y/N…?” he spoke with disbelief, not entirely believing the sight before his eyes.

“Minho?”

For a moment, both of you could only stare at each other, unsure how to react or what to say in the moment, as it felt like you both had just seen a ghost appear in front of you. Your mouth dries as you search for the right words, resisting the overwhelming urge to just jump into his arms and cry out a mess of an apology between tears.

“You’re… here? You’re back?” he questions with a gleam of hope in his eyes, all the memories of his youth flooding back in as his heart swelled with joy, the bitter resentment he had held for so long disappearing for a moment.

“Just for a bit,” you whisper nervously, “I’m just visiting with family.”

The soft smile on Minho’s face began to drop as disappointment colored his face, the hurt he felt all those years ago as a child bubbling back up in his tummy, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth while feeling foolish to think you had moved back home. 

“I… Y/N, why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”

You felt your heart contort from guilt and agony as you watched Minho’s smile dissipate, his eyes now shining as they watered while recalling the painful memory of the day you left.

“Minho, I’m sorry, I really am. I tried to apologize to you after, but you never wanted to talk after.”

“I waited for you that day. I waited for you to come here, but you never showed up. I went all the way to your house and saw it was empty. My mom had to tell me,” you were wishing the world would swallow you whole as tears streamed down your face, “Y/N, did you not want to say goodbye? Did you not even miss me?”

“Of course I missed you, Minho. I wanted to stay here with you, but telling you I was moving was scary and I didn’t know how.”

His eyebrows furrow at your words, his lips trembling as he tried to hold back a cry as he croaked out with a mixture of sadness and anger, “You left me, Y/N. It wasn’t fair, you don’t know how much I cried for you. Did you even care about how I felt?”

“Minho, I know what I did hurt you and I regret it so much, you meant so much to me, but I was just a kid. I didn’t know any better.”

Minho focuses his gaze to the ground as tear drops roll off his face, the fabric of his shirt darkening as they make their landing, shaking his head side to side, he whispers, “You know, I was a kid too.”

With that, he looks at your face with a hurt expression one last time, turning his back towards you as he walks away, not failing to leave you with a gut-wrenching thought, “Maybe you shouldn’t have come back.”

This wasn't the hangover cure you came looking for.

[goldribboncottage]

Rock Her Shit | Hazel Callahan x Reader

Brain is rotting all I can think about is Hazel Hazel Hazel so I wrote this. Your crush Hazel punches you in the face and needs to do first aid. Locker room lesbian activities happen.

plus size/tall reader implied, she’s bigger than hazel is at least. i will probably make a part two because i fantasize about reader kicking PJ in the chest after saying mean things to Hazel

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Your favorite thing about Hazel, besides her deep blue eyes, dimples, and adorably awkward personality, was her rings. All silver, probably curated from years of thrifting and estate sales. Your favorite was one she had favored on her right middle finger. It was some sort of bug. You were never able to get a close enough look at it. But it hurt like a bitch when it collided with your face. 

Slamming down on the gym floor added to the pain. Hazel was a lot shorter than you, and probably half your weight. You had taken a liking to platform shoes lately - that only added to your size difference. But as little as she was. she was strong. 

“Oh SHIT!” You heard one of the girls say. Your ears were ringing. A blurry Hazel is above you, hair falling wildly over her face. Your head falls to the side, searching for some comfort on the cold hardwood floor.

“Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” Hazel looked so concerned, pleading eyes and furrowed brows. She pouted and shook you to get a response. You could hear the other girls in the fight club chattering, wondering what to do. All you could think to do was laugh. 

“What the fuck Callahan.” You turn towards her and smile, but see tears welling in her eyes “I thought we were becoming friends. Help me up.”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to ohmygod you’re bleeding. SHE’S BLEEDING SOMEONE GET A TOWEL!” She grabs your arm places her hand under your head to help you sit up. You brought your hand up to your left cheek feeling warmth and see crimson as you lift it away. Huh. You were bleeding. 

“Hazel, I’ll be fine. I’m super tough. One time in girl scouts I slept in a tent. For three nights!” you tried to ease the tension and sad look on her face. This made her smile a little bit, so you continued. You couldn’t stand her looking so remorseful. “And once, when I went to a movie, they were out of blue raspberry ICEEs. I was so brave about it. I only drank cherry that night. I can basically handle anything.” 

You can see the tension in her melt away, and Sylvie hands her a towel. “This still looks pretty bad. Let’s go to the bathroom so I can clean you up. I think my ring cut you.” Hazel hands you the towel and shows you where to hold it. 

Standing all the way up now, you make your way to the locker room with her. 

You lean against the sink, looking at your bloody face in the mirror. Could be cool, you thought, a scar right on your cheek. Maybe it would make your eyes pop. 

Hazel brings an old plastic chair for you to sit in. “My lady,” She gestures you to sit down. She also found a first aid kit in the coach’s office. She throws the bloody towel in the trash and begins to clean your wound. It stings, but you try not to show it. She leans over you as she helps you. Hazel is really gentle, taking her time to clean your cut. 

“Does that feel better?” 

You nodded but didn’t know what to say, so you just sat quietly, letting her do first aid on you and taking this opportunity to study her face. Her eyes seemed darker somehow. You knew they were blue, but the bad locker room lighting made them almost black. You noticed how sometimes a piece of hair would fall into her face and annoy her. You wanted to tuck it behind her ear for her. Pieces stuck out randomly, her hair looked so soft. She kept making eye contact with you and abruptly looking away.

You had never been this close to her before. You had admired her from afar when fight club started, reading her recap emails and giggling at the weird things she said. You had shared classes with her since freshman year but had never really /noticed/ her. Too caught up in your own world and studies. But she crashed into your life and demanded attention. 

Your eyes, naturally, fell to her lips. They looked kind of chapped, and she had a small tear from a fight with PJ last week. They looked so soft. Pink. Kissable. Something overcame you then, and before you knew it your hand was on her face, fingers resting on her round cheeks, thumb brushing the injury on her bottom lip. 

“Y/N?” Hazel locks eyes with you. Frozen. Unsure what to do. She just punched you in the face and cut your cheek with a dragonfly ring, now here you are staring up at her with glossy eyes and parted lips, your hand on her face.

“Yeah?” You bite your lip in response. No going back now. You tuck a piece of hair behind her face and she kneels down before you.

“Are you gonna kiss me?” Hazel inquires. 

“Do you want me to?” You ask back. 

“Yes please.” 

Your lips meet, tasting like honey chapstick and Hazel. Your hand finds the back of her head and you deepen the kiss. Her lip splits open again and adds the taste of metallic blood to your kiss. You didn’t care. Something insatiable was unlocked in you, Hazel’s grip going to your hips that spilled over the small school issued chair. 

She climbs up on to you, straddling you and gripping the back of your head. Your other hand goes to the curve of her lower back. All of the pain in your head is forgotten when she grips your waist and pulls you into her. 

Open, wet kisses follow, moaning into each other, needing more more more. She grabs your face in her hands and moves you toward her. The pain of your cheek only intensifies the pleasure of Hazel’s lips on yours, tongues together.

Hands go wild on each other, hers lift the side of your shirt to grab your love handles, so aptly named. Your hands creep under the back of her oversized t shirt, when you hear the door to the locker room open. Thank god you’re out of sight. 

“Hey Hazel how is Y/N doing? Do you guys need any help?” 

Hazel’s eyes grow wide and her head whips towards Josie’s voice. Breathless, she replies “We’re good! Thanks! Just bandaging her up now! Be out soon.” 

You look at each other again, and Hazel places soft, tender kisses to your lips and uncut cheek. 

“What just happened?” She asks you, as if your guess is any better than hers.

“I don’t know, but I’d like if it happened again. And again, and again.” You smile and look up at the girl in your lap. Her bunny teeth and dimples show as she nods furiously. 

“Let me actually clean you up now. Shit. There’s blood on my hand. Oh my god. I’m not a very good nurse. I told them we needed to bring in a first aid person! PJ never wants to listen to what I say.” As she lifts herself off you, you can’t help but miss the weight on your hips. 

“Well I am very sorry for interrupting your healing nurse Hazel. If there’s any way I can make it up to you please let me know. I promise to be the perfect patient next time.” You make your way over to the sink and wash your wound once again. “It doesn’t look too bad, I think just a larger bandaid will be fine. I’ll take good care of it. No more hot girls grabbing my face.”

“Hot girls? What?” Hazel looks worried before you reassure her.

“I mean you. You are the hot girl.” You smile at each other.

“Oh. Okay” She sounds relieved. “Yeah just, let me grab a bandaid and we can go back out there and nothing happened here okay?” She turns away from you and opens the first aid kit, searching for something to protect your face.

“Hazel, I don’t want to forget this. I really like you. Like. Romantically as a human person. I know there’s obvious sexual compatibility but I would love to take you out on a date if you want?” You were incredibly nervous to ask her out, despite the fact that you had been dry humping less than a minute earlier. 

She opens the bandaid and places it lovingly on your cheek, looking up at you before responding. “Yeah. Yes. I would really like that. My mom just bought me a car so I can take us anywhere you want to go. The planetarium is starting a new series next week. I like to go there. Or we can go on a picnic or see a movie or something. I like to go to the special screenings the theater has where the sound isn’t as loud. It’s on Saturday mornings and it’s mostly kids movies bu-“

You cut her off with a peck on the lips. “I’d be happy to do any and all of those things. But let’s get back out there, okay? I don’t want the girls to worry about me. I’ll call you when the club is over.”

“Yeah, okay! Yeah” She motions for you to lead the way out. Back into the gym of a dozen girls wondering why it took you so long to clean up, concerned for your well being.

[min-gis]

SEND FOR ME . — jung wooyoung.

pairing. exboyfriend!wooyoung x fembodied!reader

word count. 1.7k

authors note. i am crossposting this fic ! i've already posted it once on another blog, so if it seems familiar - i'm not stealing anyone's work, simply just reposting this on here with another member :') (also worth mentioning: this is kind of old, and my writing style has drastically changed since i wrote this several months ago. just a heads up if anyone’s going ‘why is it so different compared to the rest of her works?’ !)

warnings. tiniest bit of angst i suppose?, SMUT ! MDNI . | no real plot, just pure filth. dom!woo

''the scars on your heart are still mine.''

FROM WHERE WOOYOUNG WAS STANDING, YOU WERE POSSIBLY THE PRETTIEST THING HE HAD EVER SEEN.

With your face shoved into the silky fabric of the sheets covering his bed and his hand gripping onto your hair, Wooyoung established that you were, in fact, the prettiest thing he had ever seen. 

No view could ever beat the one he was currently seeing, he was sure of it; your ass cheeks bouncing against his thighs each time he harshly thrusted into you and tears threatening to spill past the corner of your eyes as you gasped for air. Wooyoung almost let out a dry chuckle at the sight of you, but instead a groan ripped through his chest as he tightened the grip he had around your hair.

“Fuck,” You cried out, your voice coming out muffled thanks to the fabric almost suffocating you; not that you complained, you were the one who had practically begged your ex-boyfriend to fuck you into his sheets, after all.

And who was Wooyoung to decline your request, when you asked so nicely?

Well, if you consider almost spitting in his face and yelling at him for half an hour as asking nicely, then you most definitely did.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” Wooyoung chuckled behind you, your lips parting as he kept pounding into you; his cock hitting your sweet spot each and every time. “Fuck you,” You breathed, not sure if the man behind you even heard the words trailing off your lips.

But Wooyoung did hear what you said, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval as he grabbed onto the roots of your hair; using your hair to pull your upper body off the sheets and letting your back collide with his bare chest.

You let out a yelp in both surprise and pain as he forced your head back, the back of your head hitting his shoulder as he continued to pound into you. “That’s not very nice, now is it?” He hissed into your ear, not letting go off your hair. You tried to get the words you so desperately wanted to leave your throat out, you really did; to no avail. 

But the way he was still pounding into you, the tip of his cock slamming against your g-spot was making it practically impossible for you to utter as much as a single word. Instead, you let out a whine followed by your lips parting as you gasped for air. A smirk formed on Wooyoung’s lips as he realized you were too fucked out to even reply, wrapping his free arm around your waist to pull you even closer to him, making it easier for him to pound into you even harder.

“You’ve always been so ungrateful, haven’t you? Haven’t even thanked me yet,” He let out through gritted teeth, his fingers slipping out of your hair; his rough hand grabbing into your jaw instead. Forcing you to look up at him, he let out a groan at the sight; your eyes glossy and saliva almost dripping down the corner of your mouth as your eyes met.

“You gonna thank me?”

With your lips still parted, you shook your head no. A dry chuckle left Wooyoung’s throat, his grip on your jaw tightening. “No? Then we’re done here.”

Your eyes widened as his thrusts came to an abrupt stop, feeling his cock slowly slip out of you. Desperately shaking your head, you grabbed onto his forearms. “No,” You whined, a smirk forming on his lips as he watched a tear make its way down your cheek. “Please don’t stop, please Woo, want you so bad,” You cried, not caring about how desperate you sounded; not right now, not when you were so close.

Squeezing your cheeks together, he pouted as he looked at you, “Yeah?” He let out, gently shaking your head back and forth. You quickly nodded in response, not taking your eyes off him; watching as he mocked you. “Poor baby.” He whispered, letting go of your face.

Your lips remained open, waiting for his next move; feeling him almost slip out of you completely, leaving only the tip of his cock inside of you - the sudden feeling of feeling empty washing over you. 

Wooyoung, however, wasn’t done playing with you just yet. Letting the pad of his thumb swipe across your wet lips, watching the way your saliva coated his finger with his lips parted; fighting against the urge to let his cock slip into you again, growing desperate to feel your wet walls pulsate around him. 

You suddenly felt him place his thumb on the tip of your tongue, automatically causing you to stick your tongue out; letting him rest it on top of your tongue before slowly fucking it further down your throat. Keeping your eyes on him, you watched as he tucked his bottom lip in between his teeth; the sight and feeling of your wet muscle swirling around his thumb causing his cock to twitch inside of you.

His gaze once again met yours, his thumb still placed against the surface of your tongue. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” His words caused you to immediately nod, the back of your head hitting his shoulder as you nodded. Wooyoung just grinned in response, seeing you so desperate, so pretty almost causing him to fill you up right there and then.

“Good girl.”

You didn’t even have time to think before he suddenly postponed his hips forwards, your eyes rolling back as he filled you up to the brim; a loud moan leaving the back of your throat as you let your head rest against his shoulder. Wooyoung was quick to go back to the previous ruthless pace he had set for himself, giving you no time to readjust to his size - your pussy clenching around him so perfectly causing a groan to leave his lips.

With his thumb still pressed against your tongue, his other hand sneaked its way down to your cunt; his fingers brushing against your throbbing clit causing yet another whine to emerge from the back of your throat.

“You know,” He grunted into your ear, “You still haven’t said thank you.”

“Thank you, thank you! Fuck, thank you Woo,” You panted, your words half muffled thanks to the thumb placed against your tongue as his fingers lingered just above your cunt, a chuckle of satisfaction trailing off Wooyoung's lips. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The pads of his fingers suddenly made contact with your clit, the feeling of his rough fingers rubbing against your cunt accompanied by his cock dragging against your slick walls causing whimpers to trail off your lips, a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach. Pressing a kiss against your shoulder, he rubbed circles over your clit; the noises you were making causing him to fuck into you even harder. 

“You hate me so much, hm? So much that you let me fuck you?” He hissed into your ear, knowing you wouldn’t respond; you were too gone to even consider replying to him. “Yelling at me like you hate me, when you’d do anything for my cock,” He chuckled, his thumb slipping out of your mouth; letting you breathe, causing you to gasp for air.

“No one could ever fuck you like I do, you got that?” 

Too fucked out to reply, you repeatedly nodded your head; your eyes fluttering shut as his words caused your orgasm to approach you even faster. Wooyoung grabbed onto your jaw once more, causing your eyes to barely flutter open once more; his fingers still rubbing quick circles over your clit. “Answer me.” He breathed through gritted teeth, watching as you desperately tried to form a sentence. 

“Fuck, yes! No one will ever fuck me like you do,” You panted, your words coming out slurred. He just hummed in response, his hand leaving your face again; grabbing onto the side of your body - just to fuck into you even harder, something you thought wasn’t even possible.

But it was, and it didn’t take long for the knot in your stomach to unravel. “Woo, I’m gonna cum,” You whined, your whole body shaking as he kept pounding into you; his nails digging into your skin. “You’re gonna cum?” He let out behind you, his speech muffled as he pressed a rough kiss onto the surface of your shoulder; causing you to nod for the nth time that night. 

“Then cum, make a mess all over my cock for me.”

As soon as the words trailed off his lips, you felt the knot that had formed in your stomach snap. A broken cry emerged from the back of your throat as your whole body went stiff, an overwhelming orgasm washing over you. Wooyoung couldn’t help but grunt as he felt you clench around him, a mix of your arousal and cum slapping against his abdomen each time he slammed his cock into you.

You let out a gasp as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying your best to come down from your orgasm; too gone to even realize that he had slipped his cock out of you, his hands leaving your body.

You were on the verge of collapsing when Wooyoung grabbed onto your hair once again, causing you to gasp as your eyes fluttered open. Before you knew it, he had turned you around and pushed you onto your knees; a smirk plastered on his lips as you looked up at him. 

A chuckle left his lips as you looked up at him, your eyes filled with confusion and your lips parted as you desperately panted; still coming down from your orgasm.

“Oh, baby,” He cooed, his hand grabbing onto your cheeks as he gently stroked the skin using his thumb. “You don’t think we’re done, do you?” 

You gulped upon hearing his words, and Wooyoung swiped the pad of his thumb across your lower lip once again; a grin forming on his lips as he tilted his head. “Be a good girl and open your mouth for me, hm?”

Staring at the man standing on his knees above you, your eyes wide and lips parted; you realized you had a long night ahead of you - a small smile forming on your lips as you realized you had accomplished what you had hoped for.

You still knew your ex-boyfriend like the back of your hand, it seemed.