#▐ ✠ ┆if one’s heart could cherish.

[bwere]

ONE OF YOUR GIRLS!

fwb with the jjk men who swear theyre not falling inlove

feature: choso, nanami, gojo, geto, sukuna, toji

content: 2.6k wc + not proofread, hair pulling, degrādation, pssy eating, raw-dogging, sēx, exhibitionism, humiliation, toxic, controlling, just nasty

CHOSO KAMO

THEY CAN’T TELL BUT I LOVE YOU, CAUS’ YOU’RE LOYAL BABY

Fwb!Choso who’s not entirely sure why he agreed to be friends with benefits with you. You told him you felt the same way about his intense desire for you, and all he knows is how to quench it. Fwb!Choso who doesn't want to lose this, but he's too shy to ask you to be his girlfriend. If being your fwb is the only way to keep it going, then so be it. Fwb!Choso who’s in a daze from your insides, pounding into your pussy and whimpering spews on how much he loves you.

He loves when you're on top of him, he likes it when you control him and use him. He loves to see you bouncing up and down on his cock, he thinks it should be dubbed as one of the 7 wonders of this world—thinks it's enticingly beautiful watching you moan and whine while taking him.

With each passing day he finds himself only being able to cum to you. He's so desperate for you, so embarrassingly addicted to you, but you don’t even see.

He’s mesmerised after fucking you, thinking about it for hours - days or even more. He can't believe he gets the chance to have you all over him. You gave him the allowance to be deep inside your folds, to feel your walls clench around his girth, telling him how good he is, fuck—he loves you.

His favorite song is when you say his name. He never thought he could make a pretty girl like you call out his name like a chant, bouncing against his skin as he fucks into you, drilling his way through your guts like theres no tomorrow.

“You’re so tight–mgh! Baby, please juus’ like t-that, ’gonna make me cum…” strong grips on your sides as he fucks you, he’s truly a mess, babbling about how good your pussy is.

He never wants to imagine a world where you’re not in it, he has dreams about you. Sometimes, sweet—others are bittersweet, some even fully sour. But he wakes up happy all the same, knowing you’re gonna tell him to come over, and he’s gonna waste no time fulfilling your every request, because he wants you in more ways than just sex.

Friends with benefits Choso who calls you his aphrodite, his muse and the impediment of perfection. As hard as it may be Choso doesn’t regret agreeing to be friends with benefits, with you.

You’re so good for him and he’s so good for you, and he’ll wait however long it may take to make you his—beyond sex.

NANAMI KENTO

WE DON'T GOTTA BE INLOVE, NO - I DONT GOTTA BE THE ONE, NO

Fwb!Nanami who uses it as an excuse to resolve some stress at first, you mutually agreed no feelings, no falling in love. Fwb!Nanami, who he treats you as if you were his girlfriend, cleans you up after he rearranged your guts, giving you kisses down your spine telling you how good you did while he wipes you fresh. You have such a strong hold on him that he eventually finds himself needing you at all times of the day and night.

You were standing in your kitchen, your heart pounding with excitement as you listened to Nanami's heavy breathing over the phone. "I'm on my way," he said, his voice low and husky. You could practically feel his arousal through the phone line, and it got you excited.

Friends with benefits Nanami who had agreed, no feelings, no falling in love. But as you hung up the phone and he made his way to you, he couldn't help but wonder if that was still possible. Nanami had always been good to you, taking care of you in ways that went beyond just being friends. He had a way of making you feel loved and cherished, even when you knew it was just physical.

When he finally arrived, you could see the desire in his eyes as he took in your appearance. He pulled you into a deep kiss, his hands roaming over your body as he explored every inch of you. "You look amazing," he’d murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can't wait to fuck you."

Friends with benefits Nanami who watches you undress with a hungry gaze, his eyes devouring every inch of your naked flesh. "I need you," he growled, his breath hot against your skin. "I need to be inside you."

You moaned as he entered you, his cock filling you up in a way that made your toes curl. He thrust into you hard and deep, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer as you rode out the intense sensations.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Nanami groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he drove into you. "I could stay inside you forever."

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body tensing as you prepared to explode. But just as you were about to cum, Nanami pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and wanting.

"Not yet," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to make this last."

GOJO SATORU

I LOVE IT WHEN I BREAK SKIN, YOU FEEL PAIN WITHOUT FLINCHIN’

Fwb!Satoru who never thought he’d become smitten over some girl's pussy, until that some girl ended up being you. Oh boy, you took him so well, and you were cute doing it. You knew how to drive him crazy and he fucking loved it. Fwb!Satoru who jokes about his ‘hoes’ even though no one knows he got rid of them all—right after he finally got a taste of you.

You're not his, and he knows this. Yet he finds himself threatening every man that tries to come near you. And when his friends ask why he’s so obsessed with you, he just tells them he can’t lose a good pussy like yours.

But when you’re in private behind closed doors he's eating you out, telling you how good you taste between muffled licks.

“Feels so good toru’...ngh–” you moan.

He has your legs locked around his neck while he’s drowning in your cunt. Licking and digesting everything in sight. He eats so sloppy, like a king eats his feast. Greedily devouring everything down to the last bit.

“Ughmnm, tathes even b-betther mmhm…baby,”

You have no idea what he said. You're too lost in his mouth and the pleasure that he's giving. His tongue is so wet, it slides along your lips and folds with ease. His lips are targeting your puffy clit - sucking in circles. Making you moan louder, arching into his face as he sucks his way to find your orgasm. Your hands deep in his white strands, tugging and pulling anything you feel.

He feels your cunt clench on his tongue. His dick throbs as he tastes your orgasm. His head was further ensnared between your legs. Unable to hold a steady breath, as he pulls back from your heat, raising himself to get a better look at the scene he caused.

Your juices are all over his mouth and chin. And his hair—messy and tangled from where your fingers laid. But he couldn’t care less. His eyes are hooded as he looks up at you, breathing heavily. "One s’not enough, m’ gonna need another one from you sweetheart,"

Your friend with benefits Satoru Gojo, who wants to own you in every sense of the word, but settles for just your body.

You don’t belong to him. But that doesn't mean he can't enjoy it while it lasts.

GETO SUGURU

LOCK ME UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEY, HE KNOWS HOW TO GET THE BEST OUT OF ME

Fwb!Geto who tempts you in public like a perv, who messes with you relentlessly. You’re rarely ever not seen by his side. Fwb!Geto who’ll full on fuck you anywhere, at anytime and any moment of the day. Fwb!Geto who has fucked you almost every where—and he knows you won’t stop him, because you never do. You love it just as much as he does. He loves making you feel good, making you need to rely on him.

He knows you too well, making it his sole objective in life to tease you. Once he has you worked up, he takes you home, providing you no help to finish the problem he started. And next time he sees you? Oh, he has the audacity to act like a good friend, like nothing happened. Like he didn’t take you home with your panties soaking and your body aching. As if he didn’t tell you to send him a video of you cumming on your own fingers, right after.

He loves to see your cheeks burning in public, knowing exactly how he got you there. Friends with benefits Geto who’s just so full of himself, you can't do anything, can't even retaliate because nobody is going to believe that Geto, charming and good looking, reputable and talented—is truly is such a devil.

You don't have any proof to back up what you're saying. Not a single hickey or a scratch on your skin, because he never puts them anywhere noticeable, always making sure you look the same way as you came.

Friends with benefits Geto, the one who holds your hand whenever you need comfort, and hugs you when you're feeling down, the one you go to when you have a bad day and all you want is a good fuck, because you know he won't say no, and if you're in the mood, he'll drop whatever he's doing just for you, because he's just so whipped for you

Truly, Geto doesn't care if you're having a bad day or a good one, you're gonna get fucked regardless, and the moment he walks into the room, you're already wet, and when he finally comes close, his tongue is already out, licking away at your cunt as if you're his favorite meal, and when he finally puts his dick in you, he doesn't let up until you've orgasmed at least 3 times.

The way he looks at you when he's inside you, the way he calls your name. And his hands, his beautiful hands that wrap around your neck just so perfectly, you're a sucker for them.

You’re so used to it, and he knows it, and he uses it against you, because he can do it anywhere, in the car, the park, at his house and you’ll let him.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

GIVE ME TOUGH LOVE, LEAVE ME WITH NOTHIN’ WHEN I COME DOWN, MY KINDA LOVE

Fwb!Sukuna who's the one who says no feelings in the first place, but it’s the way you treat him—that’s got him in a rabbit hole. Enjoying while you work his cock like no one else possesses, he's pretty damn sure he's infatuated with you. Fwb!Sukuna who likes to ask what you're wearing to your friends' get-together, only to come over and fuck you, leaving your friends to wonder where you were.

It's all about the thrill of it, sneaking around. Sukuna gets off on knowing no man can live up to him, no man will get the chance.

Sukuna loves to edge you when it comes to anything, specifically—sex. He'll even push you to the verge of cumming before stopping and making you ride him off; “you’re that desperate to cum”. Other times, he will tie you up, and leave you there on the bed all hot and bothered, only to come back an hour later and fuck you like he never left.

Friends with benefits Sukuna who is just so possessive. Who relishes in marking you all over, to make it absolutely certain everyone knows that you're his slut. He doesn't need to think twice to flaunt whatever marks accumulated on his body. He tells you you’re just his toy, just there for his pleasure, but his words hold no weight because he knows he wants there to be more.

Sukuna who is usually not the type of guy to have sex and care about the other person finishing, but with you he never lets you leave the bed without an orgasm. It boosts his ego, lets him know he's the only one who can make you feel good.

Friends with benefits Sukuna who calls you over any time he wants, who’ll come over any time he wants. He’ll call you at the ass crack of dawn just because he missed his favorite girl.

He likes to embarrass you in front of anyone who tries to talk to you, or any guy in the vicinity of you two. He slaps your ass in the middle of a conversation and pulls on your shirt when you try to walk away. He’s childish and stubborn—he feens, to make you mad so he can show you what mad really is.

You’re just a toy but he defends your name in any instance. You’re just there for pleasure but he buys you whatever you want. He knocks on your door at random to take you out, even though you're just friends with benefits.

You’re just a ‘toy’ but he won't admit he’s in love.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

TELL NOBODY I CONTROL YOU, I BROKE YOU JUST TO OWN YOU

Fwb!Toji who thinks your pussy belongs to him, thinks that he didn't spend all this time stretching you out on the daily, for nothing. So when he sees that one co-worker he hates, trying to talk to you, Fwb!Toji loves to remind you who you belong to.

Friends with benefits Toji whose mouth is just so nasty, he's a man who knows how he wants his dick sucked, and your pussy ate. He’s a man with experience especially, your body. He knows what you can handle and he knows what you can't.

He hates sharing you with anyone, hates your exes, hates his friends around you, hates your friends stealing his time with you, and absolutely despises the thought of anyone seeing you naked besides him.

Friends with benefits Toji who you’ve been fucking on and off for the past few months, and made it clear that your cunt was made to take his cock.

He’ll take you out to the club, bar, restaurants and show you off. He has you wrapped around his finger, cause he knows when you throw your little fits about his blatant flirting - all he has to do is put it inside and you’ll be crying about how good you feel instead.

Friends with benefits Toji who can’t stand your co-worker. More often than not you’d run into him and he’d spark up a conversation. Toji couldn’t understand why this weirdo was so close to you. Sure, you were just work mates, but you belonged to him. He didn’t spend all this time making sure you were nice and loose for him - just for another man to try and take his place.

He acts like a stone cold asshole in public for the rest of the night—until he gets you home. When he knows you have nowhere to run, and even if you could you wouldn’t. Not that he’d let you even if you tried.

Friends with benefits Toji whose mean on these types of nights, only chasing after one thing and that’s to break you down and remind you it should be him you focus on.

His sentences sting, it’s the jealousy talking. He’s gonna bruise you, choke you and make your body sore after tonight. And after it’s all over he’ll run a bath for you both, to ‘get clean’, just to fuck you in it.

[undercoverpena]

when his eyes open

joel miller x f!reader | masterlist

summary: joel wakes and admires you and the morning.

wordcount: <600 warnings: joeticness, a little angst, a little twisty. an: dedicated to @joelscruff, who told me this was one of her favourite gifs when i asked for inspo for my first ever giflet. for info on giflet's, see @morallyinept's list here. gif credit to the wonderful, amazing @perotovar.

Before, the routine had been to simply make it through.

To survive another day in a place where crimson clings to clotted wounds, where weeds choke signs as rot consumes all that once lived. 

There are names that linger on his lips. Indelibly stained, carved deep inside him. Never forgotten, each a raw wound with grief around them that throbbed incessantly. Each woven into the very fabric of his soul.

When his eyes close, a horror movie plays on repeat. Blood-soaked shirts and the crack in his voice when he shouts. The snarl in his throat when skulls shatter and bodies break. In these brutal moments, he found himself living again, in a way that's both savage and necessary, the violence a perverse affirmation of his existence.

Plagued—tormented.

Then he wakes, and the truth crashes down—it’s not a movie, but his life. A routine he trudged through for so long until he found this place. A place where sunrise doesn’t mean pack up and move. Where golden light caresses the room he’s been given, kisses the guitar that has built callouses instead of his gun. Light falls softly on things he’s crafted with his hands, hands that once only knew how to take and destroy.

Joel wakes in a room, inside of a home, that’s now his.

A younger him might have given more for the kindness shown to him. The sacrifices he made would have felt meaningful, the blood spilt a necessary price. But now, the weight of his sins, the lives he’s shattered, and the innocence long lost have left him hollow. Acts of kindness feel like a cruel jest, an echo from a life he can barely remember, a life he feels he no longer deserves. In this quiet dawn, amidst the gentle light, he is haunted by the shadows of what he’s become.

But he's tired, worn. The face that greets him in the mirror is now aged, beaten down, and scorched by the relentless elements. Not that you seem to care.

You, who, as his lashes lift and focus, he finds reading for the second time this week. Twisted away from him, the book tilted to catch the sunlight so you don’t strain your eyes. You’d traded for it, your thumb lifting the corner of the page before dragging it to the opposite side—so loud in the quiet.

Joel doesn’t need to steal a moment, but he does all the same. He’s so used to taking, after all. 

He admires how the years have been a little kinder to you than they have to him. How you are a rare sweetness in a world that knows only bitterness. A thing that would have been coveted before and is now more than cherished. He appreciates you when his body doesn’t betray him, when age doesn’t force his eyes closed as his spine meets the bed. But when he can, when he’s able, he leaves marks that’ll last for days—a prickly burn on your inner thighs as you weave your fingers into the hair he’s not allowed to cut. When he holds you so tightly atop him, he knows you can trace the bruises he’s left.

You leave your own marks too. One of them from simply looking at him, showing him that smile—the one that could stop a younger man's heart.

He waits for another page to turn, eyes closing and reopening before he slides his palm over your knee.

Morning, you say.

Morning, he replies.

A new routine, one he doesn’t hate, yet it haunts him with its simplicity and its promise of a fragile peace.

[uzurakis]

Haii! Can you please write unrequited love w/ Gojo? He slowly starts falling in love w/ reader tho :3!

strange; it's strange how unrequited love can feel like both a burden and a blessing at the same time. for some time, you've harbored feelings for gojo satoru, your charismatic and charming friend who seemed to effortlessly draw people to him like moths to a flame. from the moment you met him, you knew that someone like him could never feel the same way about someone like you. so, you buried your feelings deep within your heart, hiding them away like a precious secret that you could never dare to reveal.

despite your unrequited love, you cherished every moment you spent with gojo. whether it was laughing together over silly jokes or engaging in deep conversations that lingered late into the night, being by his side filled you with a sense of warmth and happiness that you couldn't find anywhere else. and though you longed for more, you resigned yourself to the role of the supportive friend, or if you're being hasty, a special friend. still, just a friend is enough to be a part of his life in whatever capacity you could.

but as time went on, you couldn't help but notice subtle changes in gojo's behavior. his smiles lingered a little longer when he looked at you, and his laughter sounded a little brighter in your presence. there were moments when his gaze would linger on you, as if he were seeing you in a new light, but you brushed them off as wishful thinking, convincing yourself that you were simply imagining things.

"oi, you've been quiet lately," gojo remarks, breaking the silence that has settled between you. his was being gentle, but there's an underlying curiosity that sends a shiver down your spine. "your mouth can't function or something?"

you swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your heart races in your chest. "just lost in thought, i guess," you reply, hoping he won't press further.

but gojo isn't one to let things slide. he turns to you, his gaze searching yours with a depth that makes your breath catch. "hm? about what?" he asks softly, his voice laced with concern.

you hesitate, unsure of how to articulate the storm of emotions raging inside you. "about.."

"about us," you admit, the words falls faster than your mind could comprehend.

his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and for a moment, you know he's holding back a huge smile. you fear you've said too much. but then his expression softens, and "so? what about us?" he prompts, his eyes never leaving yours.

you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what comes next. "about.."

"about?"

"don't laugh, okay?"

"hey, i'm not laughing here!"

"how much you mean to me!" you confess, the words tumbling out before you can stop them.

"heh," gojo chuckles a bit as he fidgets your fingers on his lap. "you mean a lot to me too, you know," he murmurs.

your heart skips a beat at his words, a rush of hope flooding through you. could it be possible that he feels the same way about you as you do about him?

"i know i don't say it often enough. more like, i just have happened to realised," he continues, "but i don't know where i'd be without you. you're like… my anchor, keeping me grounded when everything else feels like it's falling apart. damn, i'm actually being poetic."

all this time, you had convinced yourself that gojo could never feel the same way about you, but now, it seems that perhaps you had been wrong.

your thumb brushing gently against his skin, fidgeting back his finger. you try to whisper, "you mean everything to me."

he smiles, a genuine and heartfelt expression that reaches all the way to his blue eyes. "hm, i knew you'd say that," he says softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss against your forehead. "'cause there's something else i kinda need to tell ya."

your heart races in anticipation as you wait for him to continue. could it be possible that he's about to confess his feelings for you?

"i think i'm falling in love with you," he confesses, his words hanging in the air between you like a delicate thread. "i think i am, already."

before you could respond, gojo leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft and tender kiss. in that moment, all doubts and uncertainties melts away, leaving only the truth of your love for one another.

@uzurakis

[livyjh]

The Incident

Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader (non-specific size/shape/skin color/gender terms)

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: you live with Joel and Ellie in Jackson. Ellie has been spending a lot of time outside the house lately, leaving you and Joel alone. One day he walks in on you naked and things couldn’t be the same after. Smut ensues.

Warnings: smut (duh), embarrassing situation, unprotected p-in-v (wrap it!), awkwardness with Joel, making out, strip tease.

A/N: I’M BACK, BABY!! I know it’s been forever since I posted a fic. Life has been actually fucking insane and I was just unmotivated for a long time. This isn’t my best work, as I’m just getting back on the bandwagon, but I hope to be creating, writing, and posting more often from now on! I miss you guys. Please send me messages of encouragement or anon notes or whatever if you feel like it! I could use it!

Joel Miller Masterlist

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Joel didn’t know why, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Actually… that wasn’t true. He knew exactly why.

The other day he’d walked in on you coming out of the shower. He could’ve sworn he heard you walk to your bedroom. He was wrong.

So there you were, one foot in the tub, the other on the little rug outside the bath. Completely naked. Dripping wet. Skin, hot.

The first thing he looked at was your chest. He’d never been oblivious to your body, but out of respect he’s always just tried not to look too much.

Then he looked right back up into your horrified eyes and slammed the door shut, him on one side, you on the other.

“Joel!” You scolded nervously.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. Thought you’d gone to your room already. I just need to piss. I- uh- I’ll go downstairs.” Joel cleared his throat and shook his head before leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and rapid heartbeat.

You finished stepping out of the tub before grabbing your towel and throwing it over your head. You scrunched your hair with it before throwing your hands over your face. You groaned loudly into the towel, embarrassed.

You’d always had this fleeting, tiny crush on Joel. Nothing serious, but there were some times when he’d smile, or the light would hit his eyes just right, or when he stretched his back and groaned softly before letting out a soft exhale… those were the times you cherished being around him.

He was attractive. No question about it.

You were attractive. Also no question there.

You were a confident person, someone who tried to not care what other people thought. You were almost thankful for the apocalypse because now there weren’t any magazines or programs forcing you to look a certain way for society.

Society doesn’t really exist anymore, so, fuck it.

***

The day and a half following the incident was awkward. You and Joel barely talked to each other, much less looked each other in the eyes.

Finally though, Joel said something when it was just you and him sitting at the dining room table, eating.

“I’m really sorry about-“

You cut him off, knowing exactly what he was going to say. “No, you’re fine.” You laugh, a little nervous. “Just trying to remember the last time someone even saw me naked.” You snort.

“Oh.” Joel half smiles, almost sympathetic.

There’s a long pause while Joel hypes himself up to flirt with you.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve seen someone naked… so, uh-“ his nerves are getting the better of him.

“Did you like what you saw, at least?” You help him out.

He gulps, nodding slowly. He gives a smile with a hint of cockiness. “Yeah.”

“I think it’s only fair I get to see you naked now.” You wink.

Joel blushes deeply, looking down at his nearly empty plate.

“Come on. Tit for tat, as they say.” You giggle.

Joel chuckles too and it makes your heart beat a little faster. “Let’s go upstairs.”

You bite your lip and nod, Joel surprising you by grabbing your hand. He leads you upstairs and to his room before closing the door.

You’re eager, walking to the bed before sitting down and putting your hands in your lap. “Alright, get on with it.” You laugh quietly.

Joel walks over to the bed, standing in front of you with soft eyes. He keeps eye contact as he slowly reaches up to the top button on his flannel. He pops it open and suddenly you feel a warmth wash over you.

This was happening. Joel fucking Miller is basically giving you a strip tease show.

You bite your lip as you watch him, your focus switching between his hands and his face.

He keeps going with the buttons, one at a time, slower than you wanted, but you could handle it.

Once the last button was undone, he opened his shirt and shrugged it off. You took in the sight of his bare torso. You studied the small scars on his body, eyes tracing the slightly toned lines of his chest and stomach.

“Not bad at all.” You grinned.

“May I continue?” He raised a brow and licked his lips.

“By all means.” You breathe the words, squeezing your thighs together.

He started to pay attention to your body now, too. His eyes roamed down to your chest, not missing the sight of your thighs rubbing against each other.

“Getting wet already?” He teased.

You let out a small moan before meeting his eyes and nodding.

“Good.” He reached down to the button on his jeans, letting it loose before unzipping his fly. You were paying close attention to his hands, noticing he was quickly hardening in his pants.

Your mouth was almost watering as you watched. His thumbs stuck into the top of his jeans before he pushed them down his legs and stepped out of them.

His boxer briefs were a dark blue, with a gray waistband. His cock was straining the fabric, a little wet spot beginning to form.

“Fuck.” You cursed, reaching down between your legs to relieve some pressure.

“Not gonna let me do that for you?” Joel hummed.

“Please, y- yes.” You sighed and laid back on the bed.

Joel got between your legs, looming over you. You could feel the heat coming off his body as he finally leant down to kiss you for the first time.

You sighed happily against his lips, reaching up to put both your hands in the hair on the back of his head.

He relaxed himself a little, his hips meeting yours. He was only wearing underwear and you were unfortunately still dressed, but when he rolled his hips-

“Joel-!” You gasped, wrapping your legs around him, feeling riled up beyond belief.

“What do you need, honey?” He cooed.

“Need… need you to fuck me.”

“What do you say?”

“Please.” You whispered.

“S’right.” He nodded and kissed you again before sitting back on his knees. He reached forward and hooked his fingers in your shorts and your underwear, pulling them both off in one swift movement.

“Take off your shirt, baby.” Joel smiled.

You nodded and grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off to reveal your bare chest.

“No bra today?” He asked with a smirk.

“No bra most days.” You shrugged.

He smiled in response, leaning down to press his lips to your neck.

You shivered and dug your heels into his ass to try and get him to grind against you. It didn’t take much convincing.

He started to roll his hips down against yours as he kissed up and down your neck, trailing his kisses down to your chest. He covered your left nipple with his warm mouth and began to suck softly.

You let out a whine and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling as your body transcended to another plane of being.

You hadn’t felt this good in so long. You could hardly remember the last time you had sex. Probably because it didn’t feel anything like this. You were breathing heavy, pussy dripping with wetness, surely making a wet spot on Joel’s underwear.

It felt amazing but you couldn’t wait much longer for the main event. “Joel, I- please. Please, baby.”

“I know… need it so bad, huh?” He looked up at you, moving to take off his boxers quickly.

“Yeah.” You breathed, heart racing with anticipation.

You looked down at his bare cock, jaw almost dropping at the sight. He was long and thick, the head a beautiful shade of reddish pink, leaking.

He stroked himself a couple of times as he got into a comfortable position between your legs, which were now wrapped around his waist.

“Ready?” Joel asked kindly.

“As ever.” You nodded and kissed him.

He lined up easily before starting to push himself into your core.

Joel’s cock was definitely made for you. It felt so good as it slid between your pussy lips, your juices coating him and making it easier for him to enter you.

“Fuck…” you moaned when he had pushed in all the way. It didn’t hurt, but you were gonna need a minute to adjust.

“Start slow.” You smiled against his lips.

“Whatever you want.” He hummed and kissed you again, starting to slowly pull out until your labia was only wrapped around the head of his cock.

He thrusted slowly like this a few times before he felt you relax around him. “Feel good?”

“So fucking good, Joel.” You nodded and dug your nails into his shoulders as he sped up.

He pressed his face into your neck, lips against your collarbone when you said something.

“Harder.” You pleaded.

“Harder?” He asked, clarifying.

“Harder.” You whined, body tingling.

“I gotcha, baby.” Joel moved his hands under your back, pressing himself into you for more leverage.

He started pounding into you at a fast pace, grunting with each thrust.

“Yes yes yes!” You yelled out, toes curling.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetie?” He growled.

“Yeah! Ohhh…” your breathing stuttered as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching.

His cock was hitting your g-spot with every movement and it was almost enough to drive you crazy. But in the best way.

“I’m cumming. Oh, fuck. I’m cumming!” You gasped and then let out multiple whimpers as the waves of your orgasm washed over you.

You squeezed around Joel and he couldn’t hold back any longer, shooting hot ropes of cum against your cervix.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He cursed with each breath as you both melted into each other completely.

His hips began to hurt and he finally slowed down, pulling out of you. He sat back and put his hands on your knees, keeping your legs spread.

Joel watched his cum leak out of you and onto his mattress as you caught your breath.

“Come here.” You reached for him with both arms.

He moved up the bed and pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead.

“That felt so good, Joel.” You smiled up at him. “I feel good with you.”

He nodded, “I feel the same.”

You looked into his eyes for a moment before leaning up to kiss him sweetly. “Ready for round two?”

[holylulusworld]

Every Breath You Take (4)

Summary: There is a shadow following you. He doesn’t know what he got himself into.

Pairing: Stalker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: stalking, being stalked, loneliness, a man out of time, secret admirer trope, voyeurism, longing

A/N: You all made me do it! Here’s the series to this random idea: Stalker Bucky & Crazy Reader

Catch up here: Every Breath You take (3)

Every Breath You Take Masterlist

You wake, once again, from a deep slumber you yawn and look around your bedroom. Last night you had the best dream.

Your dream man stepped out of your dreams and came to you to cuddle you in your bed. His scent still lingers on your clothes, and you sigh, wishing he’d stayed for a little longer.

“Well, he lives only in my dreams,” you press the plushie your secret admirer gifted to you to your heart. No matter what your colleague says, you cherish the cute cat. Whoever sent the flowers and the plushie to you must mean well.

You put the plushie away, putting it on top of your pillow. “Sorry, I got to go to work,” you sigh and pat its head. “I’ll be back soon, and we can cuddle some more.”

While you reluctantly slip out of bed, already regretting it the moment your feet touch the cold floor, Bucky watches you get ready for work.

He hums as you stretch in front of the wind. “We could work out together,” he says. “I think we will start with an easy workout.”

Alpine meows and turns their attention back toward the food in the bowl.

“What do you say, Alpine? Do you want to go shopping for her?” Bucky rubs his scruffy chin. “Maybe we could accidentally bump into her next time she goes grocery shopping.”

Bucky shakes his head. “No, it’s too soon. We need to get to know her even better.” He lies to himself. Bucky is scared to mess things up and tries to buy himself some time. “We’ll send her another gift today. I hope she’ll like it.”

“You got another gift from your stalker,” your colleague wrinkles her nose. She huffs because you ignore her jab. “You should call the cops or something. I just know that guy is a creep.”

“Why?” you look at the new gift. Your secret admirer sent an orchid to you this time. A beautiful yellow phalaenopsis. “They sent me an orchid. I love them.” You smile and carefully run your fingertips over one blossom. “I got them in many colors. How could they possibly know I didn’t have a yellow one yet.”

“Stalkers gonna stalk,” she quips while glancing at the orchid. “I’m telling you; they are going to become creepier in no time. Soon they will send you underwear or shit.”

“Underwear,” you gasp. “Oh, my.” You touch your heated cheeks. “You think they’re going to send me underwear? Maybe lace or satin.”

“You’re…crazy,” she huffs and storms off. “If you disappear, I won’t call the cops.”

You shrug. “I don’t know what’s her problem. The orchid is beautiful, and they didn’t do anything wrong. It’s a nice gift, nothing else.”

“Alpine!” Bucky calls for his cat. “She’s back and she got the orchid.” He grins when you step toward the window to place the new beauty on your windowsill. “She likes the orchid.”

Alpine ignores its owner once again. The white furball prefers getting comfortable in Bucky’s lap. “What else could we get for our girl, Alpine? We gave her flowers, a plushie, and an orchid.”

He wrinkles his forehead. “I got it!” Bucky jumps up, much to Alpine’s chagrin. The cat lands on the floor, hissing at their owner. “I’ll gift her my first edition of The Hobbit. She’s got a lot of books, but no first edition.”

Bucky walks toward the shelf he bought some weeks ago. A single book and his sunglasses the only things the only things he placed on the shelf. He grabs the book and smiles.

“I hope she’ll like it as much as I did when I read it for the first time.” He flinches at his own words. A memory wants to flash up in his mind, but he pushes it away.

Most of the time Bucky doesn’t allow himself to think about his life before Hydra.

Even if those memories are pleasant. It pains him to remember his life before the winter soldier, and all the losses he had to endure.

“I need to buy more wrapping paper, Alpine. Make a mental note.”

Bucky carefully puts the book on the small table next to his armchair. He’ll wrap it tomorrow and send it to you. Bucky wants to see you smile again.

“Ladies, we got a new roommate,” you talk to your orchids. “She’s a little shy, so be nice.” You giggle at your silliness. “Yellow queen, welcome to my home.”

You step away to admire your windowsill. “So beautiful. I wonder if he knew that I didn’t have a yellow one yet. He must be very observant. I can’t believe my colleague called him a creep. My secret admirer was nothing but kind to me.”

Smiling you just look at your collection of orchids for a moment. It makes you feel calm and happy just looking at them.

Sometimes, if the world gets too much you get lost in daydreams of flowers and fairytales. You are enchanted by the pretty flowers until you remember you had plans for tonight.

“Shoot! I still need to get changed. My show starts in not half an hour!”

Today, you leave the curtains open. Not only in your living room but in your bedroom too.

You slowly strip your clothes off and put on a show for your secret admirer. He won’t see much because you didn’t switch the light on, but you want him to see you for longer than a few moments.

If he’s not brave enough to talk to you yet, you’ll wait for him to reveal himself.

All you know is that he’s out there, watching over you like a guardian angel.

Part 5

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[beautitudes]

when ed says "this tatty old thing?" about the piece of silk, he instinctively does what he's used to: he puts on a brave face and pretends that in no way is he affected by human emotion and sentiment. it's not manly to care for a childhood trinket, and it's certainly not piratey.

stede, though? he immediately recognises the cloth for what it is and treats it with respect. and ed? ed knows that he can trust him. he doesn't have to hide.

on the contrary, ed does hide his softer parts from izzy – and for very understandable reasons! he hides a figurine because at no point in his life did izzy even try to get to know him. maybe he did at the very beginning – if the whole "blackbeard is you and me" thing is even true, it could easily be just one of izzy's tales – and said, "no, that's not what you're going to be, we're going to make you a legend." both ideas are, by the way, really appealing and i would love to discuss them someday.

anyway. stede is back, and what do we see happen? ed shows him the fish, stede reacts the way ed expects him to react – it is a test in trust, a trust fall, if you like – and then recreates the "you wear fine things well moment". not just to tell him that he wants to be kissed (he does, obviously)! to show stede that he's passed. ed is safe to trust him again.

in conclusion? i'm really fucking happy that they didn't go with "izzy has his own memory dear to his heart that he cherishes and hides from everyone" idea because the bastard doesn't fucking deserve it.

[fullsunstrawberry]

[Part 29: the end]

word count: 2.6k

synopsis: when your old college decides that your major isn’t worth the money. Meaning you have to transfer in the middle of your last year to neo university. But luckily you have three fuckboys to bring you out of your shell and help you get off

warnings: smut, no mention of protection, baby and princess used, overall all fluffyish smut

a/n: final :( gonna miss these characters! the masterlist will be updated monday or tuesday (im away from my pc)

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“Already have a whole family huh?” Jaemin teased, glancing up from his phone.

“Yeah, no more babies!” you responded

“But we can still practice” " Jaemin winked, and you couldn't help but cringe, giving him a playful shove on the shoulder.

Jaemin chuckled at your reaction, his playful demeanor lighting up the room. "Come on, where's your sense of humor?" he teased, nudging you back gently.

“But I know you, you definitely weren't joking!”

Jaemin's grin widened at your accusation. "Okay, maybe I was half-joking," he admitted with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "But hey, can you blame me? Practice makes perfect, right?"

You shook your head, laughing despite yourself. "You're insufferable," you teased back, though there was warmth in your tone.

Jaemin's eyes softened at the sound of your laughter, the corners of his lips curling up into a fond smile. "you love me," he said softly, not even realizing he used the “L” word.

You felt your heart skip a beat at Jaemin's words, "I... I do," you confessed.

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows for a second before he realized what just happened, and his eyes widened in surprise. The room seemed to grow quieter as his gaze locked with yours. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the weight of the unspoken hanging in the air between you.

But before the tension could escalate further, Jaemin broke into a grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he let out a relieved laugh. "Well, well, well, looks like someone has finally admitted it," he teased, though there was a softness to his voice that betrayed his true feelings.

You couldn't help but chuckle nervously "Don't let it go to your head," you quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

Jaemin reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and tender. "I'll try not to," he said softly, his gaze unwavering as he searched your eyes. "But... I have to admit, I've felt the same way too, for a long time”

“A long time?” Jaemin nodded, a hint of shyness coloring his cheeks. "Yeah, a long time," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t want to scare you by moving too fast”

Your heart swelled at Jaemin's confession. Without a second thought, you reached out and took Jaemin's hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

A soft, genuine smile spread across Jaemin's face at the touch, his eyes shining with a mixture of relief and love. "I'm glad we finally said it," he murmured, squeezing your hand gently.

You squeezed back, "Me too," you whispered, unable to tear your gaze away from his.

As if on cue, Jaemin leaned in closer, his breath warm against you as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

As Jaemin leaned back, his warm breath mingling with yours, you could see the raw emotion in his eyes. They glimmered with love and tenderness, reflecting the depth of his feelings for you. He whispered softly, "I love you," before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for just a moment longer. Pulling back, he gazed into your eyes.

With tender care, Jaemin trailed soft kisses down your face, starting at your nose and moving down to your jaw. Each touch was like a feather against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. As he reached your neck, his lips became slightly rougher, filled with passion and desire. Another "I love you" escaped from his lips as he peppered you with kisses, each one leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. You couldn't help but melt into him, feeling loved and cherished in every moment.

Lost in the haze of emotions, you wrapped your arms around Jaemin. Pulling him closer to your body, needing more of his touch. Jaemin moved his attention back onto your eyes, staring deep into them.

As you softly whispered the words "I love you," Jaemin's eyes filled with tender adoration. His hands reached up to gently cup your face. Before capturing your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.

The soft warmth of Jaemin's lips against yours sent a rush of heat through you. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the connection between you two. His touch was tender yet filled with a passion that made your heart race.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own little bubble of love. Every caress, every whisper, spoke volumes of the unspoken bond that had been growing between you for so so long.

When you finally pulled away, Jaemin's eyes met yours once again, filled with an intensity that made your heart flutter.

"I love you," he repeated, his voice soft yet unwavering.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice filled with the same depth of emotion..

With a contented smile, Jaemin leaned in to rest his forehead against yours, basking in the warmth of your embrace. “You’re so beautiful,”

“You're my everything,” Jaemin continued, his voice filled with sincerity.

It was a moment you wished would last forever. Jaemin's hand found its way to the bottom of your shirt and with a question in his eyes he slowly lifted the fabric, exposing your skin to the cool air of the room. His touch was gentle as his fingers traced patterns along your exposed stomach. You closed your eyes, lost in the sensation of his touch.

Jaemin's lips found yours once more, his kisses becoming more urgent, more fervent as desire flared between you. Your breath mingled with his. With a sudden gasp, Jaemin pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with yours.

“What’s wrong baby?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, “Please…more..more please!”

Jaemin’s eyes darkened as a smirk grew on his face, he brushed a gentle hand against your face. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, your eyes meeting his desperately. "I'm sure," you whispered, the longing evident in your voice.

Without a word, Jaemin’s hands were already exploring your body, his touch was on fire has he worshipped every inch of your skin.

Jaemin’s movements were quick but graceful as he lowered himself on the bed, just right between your thighs. Pushing them apart and leaving a small kiss on your right thigh.

You couldn't help but moan at the sight and feel of him, your heart pounding in your chest as anticipation filled the air. Jaemin's gaze never left yours, his eyes usually filled with hunger, but this time all you saw was adoration.

"I need you," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. Your breath hitched as his tongue grazed the sensitive skin beneath your belly button, making you arch into him. He chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eye. Before you knew it, he was working his way further down, leaving a trail of kisses as he went.

Your heart raced as you felt his lips and tongue exploring your most intimate places. You couldn't help but let out a whimper, your need for him growing more with each passing moment.

With your legs spread wide open for him, Jaemin continued to tease and torture you with his tongue. Each flick of his tongue, each gentle suck, seemed to drive you closer and closer to the edge.

You could feel your body responding, your breaths becoming heavier, your skin flushing with desire. You wanted more, needed more, and you were helpless to resist the pleasure he was giving you.

It wasn't long before Jaemin began to make his way back up your body, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the hunger in his gaze. He positioned himself between your legs, his breath hot against your skin as he stared intently at your entrance.

With a single motion, he slid himself inside you, filling you completely. You both let out a gasp as your bodies connected.It was like a dream, but this was reality, and you were completely and utterly in love.

As he began to move, his pace slow and deliberate as your eyes locked. You could feel every inch of him as he delved deeper into you, your heart pounding in sync with his thrusts.

His lips found yours once more, and the kiss became just as passionate as the rhythm he was setting between you. You clung to him, your hands tangling in his hair, your bodies moving in perfect unison.

Moans escaped your lips, matching the ones that Jaemin was making. His breath was hot against your skin, and the scent of him enveloped you.

Jaemin's pace increased, and so did the intensity of your pleasure. Your body arched, meeting his every thrust, and you could feel yourself nearing the edge.

His eyes never left yours, and his voice broke through the haze. "Princess, are you close?" he asked, his voice low and filled with concern.

You nodded, your breath coming out in short, sharp pants. "Yeah, I'm so close, Jaemin."

He picked up the pace, his hips moving faster and harder. The room was alive with the sound of your moans, his grunts, and the slick sounds of skin on skin.

Your body seemed to have a mind of its own, arching up to meet his every thrust. You could feel the building sensation taking over your whole being.

Suddenly, you were there, on the edge of an orgasm. Your body seemed to freeze for a moment, every muscle tense, as you hovered on the edge. Then, with a sharp cry, you fell over, waves of pure pleasure washing over you. Your body shook with the intensity of the pleasure, your eyes rolling back for a moment as your orgasm took hold.

Jaemin's expression softened as he watched you climax, his own body trembling as he continued to move within you, matching the rhythm of your contractions. Your release seemed to ignite something in him, and he quickened his pace, his hips moving with a newfound intensity. The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he continued to thrust.

"Jaemin, I can't take much more," you gasped, your voice barely audible over the cries of pleasure that filled the room.

He didn't miss a beat. He leaned down, his lips finding yours in a intense kiss, his tongue delving deep. The sensation of his tongue in your mouth seemed to heighten your senses, sending you even further over the edge.

Just when you thought you couldn't take it any longer, Jaemin's body stiffened, and you felt the first spasms of his release. He let out a deep moan as his body shuddering as he filled you completely.

As your body relaxed, he pulled you into a tight embrace, your sweaty bodies pressing against one another.

His lips found your forehead, your cheek, and then your mouth once more. "I love you," he whispered, his own breath coming out in short, sharp bursts.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart still pounding with the intensity of the pleasure you had just experienced.

Jaemin's eyes met yours, and you knew that this moment, right here, he was your future.

“So about that baby?”

You lifted your head to meet Jaemin's gaze, a playful smirk spreading across your lips as you spoke “Not for a while, and I expect a ring first!”

Jaemin laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth. "You have a deal," he promised.

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[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 43)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap,

Over the next few weeks, Cillian seemed to be in a better mood, and, if anything, he was even more affectionate than he had ever been before. He showered you with compliments and affection, making you feel loved and cherished. And yet, you couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was off. He was acting weird lately and you were not entirely sure why. 

"I am just over this Award stuff already, you know. I am sorry," Cillian muttered after you had asked him once again one night he was visiting you and, since you knew how much he hated all this publicity and travelling around, you didn't push the topic any further. 

"I know you do, but you only have five or so more ceremonies to go," you teased him, trying to put a smile on his face.

"Yeah, and I can't wait until they are over," he replied with a huff. "Fuck, I am getting too old for this shit."

You laughed, but you could sense the weariness in his voice. You knew that acting was his passion, but sometimes, it seemed as if the constant travelling and promotions were taking a toll on him. You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you looked up at him.

"You aren't that old though, Cills," you reminded him with a soft smile, your finger tracing the lines that formed between his eyebrows.  "Now tell me, how did the suit fitting go today?" you asked, changing the topic as you looked up at him, waiting for another huff of annoyance to escape his mouth. But instead, he smiled, a proper wide smile that was so bright and genuine that you couldn't help but follow suit.

"It went well, actually," Cillian said, his tone light as he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "It's black," he then told you. "I mean they are all black, which is another thing I do not understand," he chuckled. "Why do I need a different suit for every fucking event?" Cillian groused, shaking his head slightly.

"Because you are nominated for an award at each of those events and I suppose it's important for your image?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as if challenging him. Cillian chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

"I suppose, but it's so fucking wasteful," Cillian told you before pulling you even closer, knowing that, for the next few weeks, he would be away even more often than he already had been since Christmas which, due to Mara having been sick, you had spent together on your own.  "I know, but hey, you are a successful actor and everyone expects you to dress the part," you reminded him gently, even though you secretly agreed with him. You didn't like the way that the entertainment industry placed so much emphasis on appearances.

Cillian sighed but nodded, understanding that you were right. "I guess," he murmured, his arms tightening around you before he changed the topic. "I wish you and Mara could come with me to LA tomorrow," he told you softly, as he ran a hand up and down your spine.

You sighed, wishing more than anything that could be possible, but knowing it wasn't. "I know and, if Mara wasn't so little still, I probably would. It's just too hard to travel back and forth with a baby," you told Cillian before reminding him that you would be joining him for the Academy Awards next month, for which Cillian had arranged his mother to travel with you so that she could look after Mara while you attended the awards ceremony with Cillian.

He smiled at you in relief and you couldn't help but notice how much that small gesture made your heart flutter. 

The Oscars were an event that you had agreed to attend with him after him begging you to and you were extremely nervous about it. You  had never been to such a big event before, and you were worried about not fitting in. 

Being a famous actor's much younger girlfriend, you were acutely aware of the scrutiny that would be cast upon you at this glamorous event. And as you looked at yourself in the mirror every day, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious.  You looked nothing like the glamorous actresses that would be attending the awards ceremony with their equally glamorous partners. You were a young, shy, innocent woman who had just become a mother, and you couldn't help but feel out of place.

But Cillian had been nothing but supportive and encouraging, reminding you every day how beautiful and amazing you were. He had even arranged for his own stylist to dress you  for the awards ceremony, insisting that you would look stunning in whatever she picked out for you.

You smiled at the memory, your heart fluttering as you looked up at Cillian. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” you whispered, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

Cillian sighed, his eyes meeting yours before he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I wish I didn’t have to go either,” he murmured, his arms tightening around you. "I much rather be here with you and Mara," he added in between kisses that stole your breath away.

"I know and I love you for that," you murmured, your fingers tracing sharp lines of tension along his sculpted jawline. "I love you so much."

He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of your breath against his lips, the weight of your body against his, and the sound of your voice saying those three words that meant the world to him. He pulled back slightly, holding your gaze for just a moment longer before his lips sought yours again, deepening the kiss.

His hands roamed over your body like a moth to a flame, finding the soft curves of your hips, the firm reason that brought sharp gasps to your lips.

You ran your fingers through his hair, the strands soft and smooth between them.

"I want you, Cillian," you whispered, breaking the kiss to let your lips glide along his cheek, tasting the salt of his skin. His chest rumbled beneath your touch and your nipples hardened with the pounding rhythm of his heart beneath your fingertips.

"Let's go upstairs," you whispered, your breath hot against his ear as you trailed your fingers down his torso.

"How could I possibly say no to you?" he asked, his breath hot against your ear as he spoke before, finally, following you upstairs.

"You can't," you giggled, sensing his arousal.  The intensity in Cillian's eyes was undeniable and, before you knew it, you found yourself in bed with him, naked  and sweaty from the anticipation.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful," Cillian said, his voice low and husky as he ran his hands up and down your body.

You could feel the heat radiating from Cillian's touch and, as his fingers roamed over your breasts, you couldn't help but moan with pleasure. You loved the way Cillian touched you, like you were the only woman in the world.

"And I love you so fucking much," Cillian groaned, leaning forward to kiss you.

His tongue delved into your mouth, tasting you as if you were the sweetest nectar.

You moaned into his mouth, your hands roaming over his back, feeling every inch of him, committing him to memory.

Cillian's arousal was evident as his cock twitched against your thigh, and you couldn't help but reach down to wrap your fingers around it. He gasped as you began to stroke him slowly, feeling the velvety softness of his cock in your hand.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, breaking the kiss as he looked down at you with a desire-filled gaze.

Without releasing his cock, you rolled onto your back, pulling Cillian with you.

He moved over you, his eyes burning with need as he positioned himself at your entrance.

You could feel the tip of his cock probing at your wetness, and you moaned with anticipation, the thought alone causing a slickness that trickled down your thigh.

Cillian groaned, his hands gripping your hips, rendering you helpless as he slowly pushed inside you.

"Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good," he breathed, his hips rocking gently as he adjusted to your tight heat.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel all of him.

Cillian's grip tightened on your hips, and he began to move in earnest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close and letting go of all your inhibitions.

Cillian's fingers wound through your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your throat to his eager lips. He kissed and bit at your neck, leaving wet, red marks that made you moan with pleasure. 

"Oh god,"  you cried, writhing under him, your body begging for more as he thrust harder and faster.

Cillian's breath was hot and heavy against your skin as he panted with the exertion of pleasure, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room, a rhythmic, primal symphony of desire.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Cillian growled, his movements quickening as he neared his release.

"I am so close, Cillian. Don't stop,"  you begged, your words coming out in pants.

"Never," he growled, his hips snapping forward as he drove himself even deeper inside of you.

Your bodies moved in sync, a dance as old as time itself. The bed creaked beneath you, a symphony of pleasure playing out before you.

Cillian's hands gripped your hips tighter as he felt the familiar sensation of his orgasm building deep within him.

"Cillian, I'm going to come," you cried out, your fingernails digging into his shoulders.

"Come for me, baby," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he felt his own climax building.

You cried out his name as your orgasm tore through your body like a tidal wave. Your muscles contracted around Cillian's cock, pulling him even deeper inside of you as he groaned in ecstasy.

Cillian's hips stuttered, and he pressed deeper into you, his orgasm slamming into him as he filled you with his seed.

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both panted and trembled in the aftermath of your intense lovemaking.

Cillian rolled onto his back, pulling you with him so that you lay sprawled across his chest, your breathing slowly returning to normal as you listened to the pounding of his heartbeat against your ear.

You could feel the sweat drying on your skin, and the ache between your legs was a constant reminder of the pleasure they had just shared.

Cillian's tongue found yours, and the two of you kissed passionately, tangling your limbs together as you savored the afterglow.

Eventually, Cillian pulled away, looking down at you with a soft, lingering stare. "I love you so much, Y/N," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too, Cillian," you responded, your voice just as tender as his, not knowing the secret he was holding from you. 

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[dolldefiler]

[Rejoice, cuckqueans. Two in one night. Though this is aimed at cuckcakes.]

C/W: You and I are cucking someone else?, homewrecker

“Are you ready?” You’d ask, the tripod finally set up in the corner of the room. I’d lay on the bed, stroking my cock slowly, throbbing at the thought of what was about to happen. 

“God, I can’t wait,” I’d groan. “She’s going to freak out so fucking much and I just can’t wait for it.” You’d flash me an evil grin in response, scrambling up the bed, crawling over my body to meet my lips with yours. You’d feel a hand brush across your ass, squeezing your perfect globes. Our lips would litter kisses and nips across the other’s body, our hands wandering as well. “Shit, why didn’t I just start dating you instead? You’re so much fucking hotter.”

You’d stop plastering my neck with kisses and chuckle. “And you know what makes me even hotter? The fact that we’ve been fucking ages before you started dating my best friend.”

I’d groan, my fingers reaching for your wet cunt, intending to play with your dripping hole. You’d gently push my hand away and reach up to my ear, your breath dancing across my skin. With a light, breathy voice, dripping in lust you’d whisper, “Just fuck me already. She’ll be here soon.”

That’s all I’d need. I’d slip my hard, aching shaft inside your throbbing pussy and feel you shift above me, settling down on me. You’d gasp softly, feeling me stretch you out again. I’d drive myself inside you, short erratic thrusts met by furious grinding, my balls slapping against your perfect ass. You’d feel a hand on your throat and another fondling your tits. Tits that I’d love more than my girlfriend.

You’d feel my burning desire to betray her. To hurt her. She wouldn’t deserve the pain. Apart from being a pathetic little cunt, apart from her boring body, she’d be quite sweet. She’d support me in every way, love me wholeheartedly, and cherish every moment we’d share together. God, I’d laugh so much watching her cry.

We’d hear the front door click and my heart would leap a little but I’d still pound into your cunt, in and out, again and again. We’d hear her cautious, trembling footsteps stop outside our bedroom door. Hers and mine. The door would swing open and she’d look in at us, eyes glazed over and empty. I’d feel your pussy clench around me and groan into you, jerking off inside you. “Heyy, bestie, how are you?” You’d say cheerfully, your ass bouncing up and down the length of my shaft. She’d collapse to her knees.

“W-what’s going on here? Both of you… how could you do this to me?”

Any doubts I’d have would disappear as soon as you’d laugh, your cunt clenching down hard on my cock, your tits oiled up and gorgeous. Any sympathy I’d feel would disappear in a wave of sheer lust. “Oh sweetie, I’m just looking after your poor boyfriend. You’ve not been looking after him properly, have you?”

Loud moans and the slapping of sweaty, oiled skin would drown out her pathetic snivelling. She’d just sit there, sobbing, crying, pleading for a reason. And just when she’d finally find the strength to stand back up, I’d turn to her, my hand around your throat, your eyes rolled back in cruel pleasure.

“The truth is… we’ve been fucking since before you and I met. The truth—FUCK, god, she’s so hot… the truth is that she set me up with you just so we could break your heart. Just to hurt you. Your—Fuck, fuck, fuck—own best friend betraying you to create a memory we could cum to for the rest of our lives.”

You’d groan and splutter against my hand, caught between laughter and extreme lust. “You know we’re all you have now, don’t you? Your boyfriend and your best friend? You can never leave us you pathetic bitch… so just join us.”

I’d feel my balls throb and seed your tight, treacherous slit with hot cum as you spasm and contract on my cock, waves of orgasmic pleasure washing through you. All while she’d crawl to us, empty eyes and a damp face.

[we-are-maladaptive]

PEONIES (1/3)

Kento Nanami, a disciplined jujutsu sorcerer, finds himself drawn to a young woman tending to her garden. After a one-night stand, the woman, given an unexpected pregnancy, distances herself from Nanami, fearing the repercussions that could come with shattering his reputation. However, as Nanami's business thrives, he seeks to reconnect with her.

— characters. kento nanami, reader

— contents. suggestive themes, angst, pining, tension, slow burn, blah blah blah

— word count. 1.4k — authors note. GRRRRRRRRHANGFHOSHG SBFHAHBNFHANFHANNNNNNNNNNG HFIEJNDJAONENAAA the writing in this seems to formal gnrhened

As Kento Nanami strolled through the quiet neighborhood on his day off, he noticed a woman kneeling in her garden, her hands gently tending to the peonies that dotted the grass. Intrigued by her quietness and the care she placed upon her flowers, Nanami found himself drawn to her side.

"Excuse me," he began, his voice breaking the silence of the garden. "I couldn't help but notice your beautiful flowers. They seem to thrive under your care."

The lady stopped, a faint blush on her cheeks as she peered up at him. "Thank you," she smiled. "I find peace in them."

Intrigued by her response, Nanami found himself drawn into conversation with the her, their words flowing smoothly as they discussed the ways of gardening and the joys it brought. As they spoke, Nanami couldn't help but admire the passion and dedication she poured into her craft, her love for her garden shining brightly in her eyes.

As the afternoon sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the garden, Nanami realized that he had found something truly special in the girl kneeling before him. And as they continued to talk, he couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps, amidst the petals and the sunlight, he had found something worth cherishing—a connection that bloomed as brightly as the flowers in her garden.

The morning filtered through the cracks in the blinds, casting soft patterns on the sheets that were tangled around you. As you slowly came to, the events of the previous night began to flood back. Your heart fluttered, and a wave of anxiety washed over you. Kento Nanami, the ever-disciplined jujutsu sorcerer, lay beside you, his breathing even and calm. You silently slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and quickly dressed.

Standing at the window, you glanced back at him, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. You had always admired him from afar, his steadfast dedication and quiet strength, and last night, under the influence of a few too many drinks, you had shared more than just conversation. But now, the consequences of your actions weighed heavily.

It was two weeks later when dread began to take hold of you. Nausea and fatigue became constant, and as time went by, you couldn’t ignore the signs any longer. The words staring back at you through the plastic test etched into your skin. Panic surged through you, trembling hands dropped the reminder of your downfall to the ground. Nanami’s career was soaring; he didn’t need the burden of an unexpected child...a bastard, as your thoughts called it.

You would deal with this alone, no matter how scared you felt.

His snow-white hair and cocky grin were unmistakable, even from a distance. He sauntered over, even blindfoled, his eyes somehow managed to look amused.

“Hey there,” he greeted, his tone playful. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Everything alright?”

You forced a smile, trying to steady your hands. “I’m fine, Gojo. Just a bit tired.”

His grin widened, but his tone turned slightly more serious. “You know, you’re a terrible liar. If something’s bothering you, you can always talk to me. Or Nanami, for that matter.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Kento’s name. You shook your head quickly. “It’s nothing. Really.”

Gojo’s expression softened, and he leaned in closer. “Just remember, you’re not alone here. We’re all friends, okay?”

You nodded, offering a weak smile, and hurried away before he could probe further. As you walked through the streets, your thoughts were consumed by the secret growing inside you. You knew Gojo meant well, but you couldn’t risk anyone finding out, especially Kento. Worst of all, if Gojo was going to hound you about it today, Geto would surely follow, as they don't stray very far from one another.

As you walked into the jujutsu headquarters, you saw a familliar black haired man lounging against the wall, his dark eyes studying you intently. His condescending smirk sent a shiver down your spine.

“You’re looking a bit pale,” Geto remarked, his voice smooth and mocking. “Are you sure you’re up for the job today?”

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. “I’m fine. Just a little under the weather.”

He chuckled, pushing off the wall and walking closer. “You know, you’re not very convincing. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re hiding something.”

Panic rose in your chest, but you forced yourself to remain calm. “I’m just tired. It’s been a long week.”

Geto’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t push further. “Well, take care of yourself. We wouldn’t want anything… unexpected happening.”

As he walked away, you exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You had to be more careful. The last thing you needed was someone like Geto sniffing around your business.

It was hard, in the office. They always talked about him, and his achivements. It was clear that Kento Nanami was destined for greatness now that the buisness he's in is flourishing beyond expectations; Kento being the focus mainly because of his great contribution to the company. If not for his focus the past couple of years, the place wouldn't be even close the to state it's in now.

Later that evening, you found yourself back in your apartment, staring out the window at the bustling city below. You found solace in the quiet moments alone, staring at the picture in your hand. Tears blurred your vision as you traced the outline of the tiny life inside you.

You were scared, but a part of you was also filled with determination. You would protect this child with everything you had, even if it meant doing it alone. The weight of your secret felt heavier with each passing day. For the future you promise to protect, even if it meant keeping the father in the dark.

For now, that was the only way forward.

Her gentle personality and the way she tended to her flowers with such care stood in his mind, a reminder of the peace he had found with her near him. It was the reason he invited her to his home and offered a few drinks. It was the reason he lost himself inside her, too distracted with the feeling of her nails clawing against his back to think about the consequences that would come after. He would certainly do it again, though he believed it best to take her somewhere nice first. Money certainly wasn't a problem given his state in the company now. With his jujutsu sorcery business thriving, Kento Nanami found himself in a position of financial stability. As word of his expertise spread, clients flocked to seek his guidance, eager to see the power of his skill. With each consultation, Nanami's bank account saw much higher numbers, giving him time to see the finer things in life. From expensive dinners at upscale restaurants to his weekends feeling less and less wasted at home, Nanami embraced his wealth with a sense of satisfaction, grateful for the opportunities it allowed him. Though, it's quite lonely.

Determined to learn more about the gardener, Nanami made his way back to her home, hoping to strike up a conversation. But as he approached, he noticed a subtle change—a tension in the air that hadn't been there before.

"Excuse me," he called out, his voice cutting through the silence of the garden. "I hope I'm not intruding."

The young woman looked up, her expression mirroring a mixture of surprise and apprehension as she met Nanami's gaze. "Oh, it's you," she replied, her tone guarded.

Nanami furrowed his brow, sensing the shift in her demeanor. "I couldn't help but notice that you've been avoiding me," he said. "Is everything alright?"

The young woman hesitated, her fingers fidgeting nervously as she searched for the right words. "I- am fine, Kento." she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Nanami could see through the facade, the tension that coiled beneath the surface. "You left so suddenly that morning," he continued, his tone soft but probing. "I couldn't help but wonder if I had done something to upset you."

A flush of color rose to the her cheeks, and she cast her gaze downward, unable to meet his eyes. "No, it's not that," she replied hesitantly. "I just... I thought it would be best if we kept our distance."

Nanami's brow furrowed in confusion, but he respected her wishes, nodding in understanding. "I see," he said quietly. "But if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. And if you're ever ready to share your thoughts, I'll be waiting."

With those words, Nanami turned to leave, leaving the young woman to tend to her garden once more. But as he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered, a silent reminder of the connection they had shared, and the unanswered questions that remained. His feelings of unease began to grow, as he heard the girl sputter and choke behind him; slightly turning his head to see her hand come to cover her mouth, and a hand to clutch her stomach.

[dangerpronebuddie]

Hiii Maggie 💕💕💕

Buddie + comforting the other after a long shift and/or rough call

-❤️🪐

Hiii Saturn 💕💕💕 This took a minute, but I'm glad it did. This one is really fitting after that episode. Hope you like it!

They're the first ones at the hospital after May's frantic phonecall. She said she was checking on Athena, but would meet them outside Bobby's room as soon as she could. They stop outside the room, looking in through the window. Eddie's heart squeezes painfully in his chest. Only a year ago he stood outside a similar room, facing a similar sight. Buck inhales sharply and there's suddenly shaky fingers gripping Eddie's wrist. Eddie dislodges him only to take his hand. Buck squeezes tight, his eyes never leaving Bobby. Buck doesn't say anything. Eddie doesn't try to make conversation. What do you say to someone who's closest thing to a dad might... No. He can't think like that. For everyone else's sake as much as his own. He's starting to wonder if the worn prayer book in his back pocket was some kind of sign- or warning- like Bobby knew something wasn't right. Whether the fire was the final push, Eddie doesn't know. Bobby didn't mention anything being wrong before. But he didn't have to. He let Buck cook, he gave Eddie a prayer book that- despite the wear and tear- is a cherished possession. Maybe he did know something wasn't right. May, Hen, and Chim show up about the same time, just as Dr. Salazar appears. She gives them a solemn greeting and updates them on both Bobby and Athena. Athena will be okay, just minor smoke inhalation. Bobby flatlined on the way to the hospital and is on a ventilator. "So- so what happens now?" Buck asks once Dr. Salazar relays Bobby's condition. "He's gonna be okay," Eddie says softly. "He is," Dr. Salazar assures them all. "It will take time for him to heal, but he'll make a full recovery."

Buck's shoulders drop with relief as he leans more against Eddie. Dr. Salazar bids them goodnight with the promise to stop by in the morning to personally check on Bobby. As soon as she disappears down the hall, Buck sniffles and scrubs his hands over his face. "He's gonna be okay," Eddie says again, gently steering them away from the others as they look in at Bobby. "Eddie, if he isn't..." Buck shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut. Eddie wraps him in his arms without another word. Buck clings to him, fisting his hands in Eddie's henley. He hiccups a sob and buries his face in Eddie's neck. "He's gonna be okay," Eddie whispers once more. He'll say it as many times as it takes for them both to believe it. He rubs soothing circles on his back, swaying them softly. "We're gonna be okay." Buck sniffs and holds tighter, shaking in Eddie's arms. Eddie cards his fingers through the curls at the back of Buck's head, a soothing gesture he discovered after the tsunami. It helps lessen the shake, but his hold on Eddie doesn't falter. Eddie's glad for that. They don't separate until May finally speaks, her voice thick with emotion. Buck straightens up, but laces his fingers through Eddie's again. They neither one let go the rest of the night.

[jennifer-jeong]

[Fluff + Slight Angst] [Wanderer x Reader] “A Name of Your Own”

SUMMARY Giving him an actual name <3

CONTENT Fluff, little bit of angst, mentions of his past, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOR NOTES I think it’s so funny that if you try to name him “Dottore” he says “you can’t be serious…” LMAOOO Basically this is what I named Wanderer and this is how I imagine he’d react to the situation hehe Another Wanderer fic for you pookie <3 @thepurestgirll

WORD COUNT: 737

“My own name…?” the confused anemo user asks albeit rhetorically.

You’re in the sunlit akademiya library in the process of choosing a name for Mr Kabukimono/Kunikuzushi/Balladeer/Scaramouche/Wanderer/Hat Guy and he wonders why it feels so strange. He hasn’t really had a name that he necessarily cherished. All were titles given to him that have some alternative meaning or intention behind them. But this time, it’d be a name just for the sake of a name. A name to call him by, a name with a meaning about his soul, not about his status or appearance.

“克仁” (romanized: Katsuhito)

You say the name with a stern look and a gentle smile. He looks up at you, your words pulling him out of his thoughts.

It took you a little bit of research and time to put it together but you decided on this: a meaningful name in his native language.

“I can’t really read the language… What does it mean?” he asks, confused, as you show him the characters.

“克 (Katsu) meaning ‘to overcome,’ and 仁 (Hito) meaning ‘compassionate.’” You explain while writing the symbols on paper, teaching him how to spell his name and how to pronounce it.

“I just thought it fit you pretty nicely. You’ve been through a lot and you’ve come out alive and even after all that… you still somehow have kindness in you. I think that’s what compassion for yourself and others truly is.” You say gently as you look at the paper.

You’re looking at the name but he’s looking at you, his eyes softening at your words and his eyebrows raise ever so slightly. His face reads a mix of surprise and melancholic happiness. He’s surprised that you have such nice things to say about him. He thought that you, the traveler, and Paimon would end up just messing with him when picking a name. But he’s pleasantly surprised and starts to wonder if he really deserves something so nice.

You’d already discussed the name with Nahida and the traveling duo and they loved it. They were also happy to see how much thought you put in it.

“Are you okay?” You ask, looking at him, once again pulling him out of his thoughts. He didn’t realize he was just staring at you instead of paying attention to the paper.

He blinks a few times and stutters out a shy “y-yeah… I just wanted to say… thank you.”

Your eyes widen and then close as you smile at him, “aw you don’t need to thank me, just enjoy your new name!”

He looks down bashfully, trying to conceal his emotions and appreciation. His heart is beating fast, he doesn’t really understand it, especially considering he doesn’t really have an organic one. But he seems to feel emotion the same way you do. This used to piss him off. But right now, he’s kind of glad he can feel this way. He’s glad you make him feel this way.

You’re also feeling bubbly. You’re happy he likes it and it feels like it was a moment for you two to bond. You test the waters a little bit more and say “I was also thinking your nickname could be something like ‘Hito!’”

He blushes ever so slightly as he meets your eyes again. “That sounds…” he stops himself from saying “cute” and opts for “nice” instead.

He was usually pretty irritable and always wore an annoyed look, but because this was important and brought up a lot of emotion at the thought of his old names, he was pretty serious. He was vulnerable. But you didn’t hurt him. He would always remember that.

“Okay! Then it’s settled. Let’s go get some dinner, Hito.” You chime.

“Sounds good…” he replies, uncharacteristically quiet.

You don’t pry though, you know he’s only recently been introduced to the idea of living a life of his own, uncontrolled directly by someone. You figure that this talk about names also brought up unsavory memories.

But he was no longer a puppet to be used. He was just him, and he’d forever be grateful to the people who made that possible.

He watched you jog ahead of him, out of the library and into the sunset. The golden light illuminating your hair and outfit as it flowed in the breeze. You called out to him, telling him how the weather was lovely.

He smiled.

Thank you for reading!

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[accioharrington]

drunk prince, park sunghoon

pairing: prince!sunghoon x princess!reader

synopsis: sunghoon is drunk, but that doesn't stop him from confessing his love for Y/n.

warning: alcohol, fluff

word count: 1k

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ONCE UPON A TIME in the whimsical kingdom of Eldoria, there lived a charming and carefree prince named Sunghoon. Known for his mischievous adventures and love for a good time, Prince Sunghoon was the heartthrob of the kingdom. However, there was one maiden who had captured his heart like no other – Princess Y/n.

Princess Y/n was not only known for her beauty but also her kindness and grace. She had a smile that could light up the darkest room, and her presence was enough to calm the wildest storms. It was no secret in the kingdom that Prince Sunghoon harboured a deep affection for Princess Y/n, but he had yet to find the courage to confess his feelings.

One festive evening, the kingdom was celebrating the annual Midsummer Festival. The air was filled with laughter, music, and the scent of delicious treats. Prince Sunghoon, known for his love of revelry, found himself at the centre of the festivities, enjoying the merriment alongside his loyal subjects.

As the night progressed, Prince Sunghoon, fueled by the festive spirits, found himself indulging in one too many cups of the kingdom's famous elderberry wine. His laughter echoed through the castle halls, and his steps became a tad unsteady. In his inebriated state, the mischievous prince decided it was finally time to reveal his feelings to Princess Y/n.

With a wobbly determination, Prince Sunghoon stumbled towards the grand ballroom where the princess was gracefully waltzing with the other nobles. The room was adorned with twinkling lights, casting a magical glow over the dancing couples. Spotting Princess Y/n in a stunning gown of midnight blue, Prince Sunghoon's heart skipped a beat.

As he approached the princess, his loyal companion, a mischievous court jester named Ni-ki, tried to intervene. "Perhaps, my prince, it's not the best time," Ni-ki whispered, attempting to guide Sunghoon away. But the determined prince shook his head and continued on his path.

"Princess Y/n!" Prince Sunghoon slurred, drawing the attention of the entire ballroom. The music came to a screeching halt, and all eyes turned to the intoxicated prince.

Princess Y/n, a mixture of surprise and amusement on her face, approached the swaying prince. "Prince Sunghoon, what brings you here in such high spirits?" she inquired with a giggle.

"I... I have something important to tell you!" Prince Sunghoon declared, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

The courtiers exchanged amused glances, and even the stoic guards struggled to hide their smirks.

"Tonight, under the stars and amidst the twinkling lights, I must confess – I love you, Princess Y/n! You are the most enchanting, bewitching, and utterly... amazing person I've ever met!" Prince Sunghoon proclaimed, his words punctuated by a hiccup.

Princess Y/n's cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink as she tried to suppress her laughter. "Well, Prince Sunghoon, I must say that's quite the declaration."

The onlookers burst into laughter, and even Ni-ki couldn't contain his amusement. Prince Sunghoon, unaware of the comedic turn of events, beamed at the princess.

"Perhaps, my prince," Princess Y/n teased, "we should continue this conversation when you're a bit more... sober?"

And so, amidst laughter and joy, the Midsummer Festival continued, leaving the kingdom with a tale of a drunk prince and his charmingly awkward confession of love. Little did Prince Sunghoon know that his courageous, albeit tipsy, declaration would become a cherished memory, spoken of with fondness for generations to come in the kingdom of Eldoria.

After the uproarious confession at the Midsummer Festival, Princess Y/n couldn't help but find Prince Sunghoon's intoxicated state endearing. With a gentle smile, she took his arm and led him away from the amused crowd, deciding it was best to guide him to his chamber before he caused any more mischief.

As they walked through the castle halls, Prince Sunghoon leaned on the princess for support, his steps still a bit unsteady. "You're like a beautiful star, Y/n," he mumbled, causing her to chuckle softly.

"Thank you, Prince Sunghoon. But let's get you to bed before you start comparing me to the moon or something," she teased.

Reaching the prince's bedroom, Princess Y/n helped him onto his plush canopy bed. However, Prince Sunghoon seemed unwilling to let go of her arm. "You're comfy," he declared with a wide grin, looking up at her with puppy-dog eyes.

Princess Y/n couldn't help but laugh at his adorable antics. "Well, thank you, Your Highness. Now, it's time for you to rest," she said, gently trying to extricate herself from his grasp.

"No, stay," Prince Sunghoon pleaded, his eyes pleading like a child who didn't want to be left alone.

Unable to resist his charm, Princess Y/n sighed playfully. "Alright, just for a moment."

She settled beside him on the bed, and Prince Sunghoon immediately snuggled closer, resting his head on her shoulder. "You smell nice," he mumbled, causing the princess to giggle.

"Thank you, Prince Sunghoon. Now, close your eyes and rest," she suggested, gently stroking his hair.

The prince obediently closed his eyes but couldn't resist holding onto Princess Y/n's hand. "You won't leave, will you?" he asked, his voice a mix of sleepiness and vulnerability.

Princess Y/n's heart melted at his innocence. "No, I won't leave. I'll stay until you're sound asleep," she reassured him.

As Prince Sunghoon drifted into a peaceful slumber, Princess Y/n couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected sweetness that emerged from his inebriated state. The once mischievous and carefree prince now lay before her, vulnerable and clingy in the most endearing way.

As the night unfolded, Princess Y/n found herself cherishing this unique and heartwarming moment. Little did she know that the tale of the drunk prince's adorable clinginess would become a cherished story in the kingdom, passed down through the generations as a testament to the whimsical nature of love in Eldoria.

[discoidal]

baby birds chapter 1 part 6

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Sheridan’s boyfriend kind of sucks. This isn’t an opinion, much less a biased one; it is pure and simple fact.

He likes me. I have no idea why. Jace is taller than me by half a foot and likes to ruffle my hair after I say anything funny. I’ve elected to be less witty in front of him, acting like a plank of plywood, heart feeling like one long somber line down my chest. Because he sucks. Because he doesn’t deserve to laugh, his head thrown back, black hair waving, his throat working in undulations. He doesn’t deserve to laugh at me, with me, by me. He needs to get a grip.

Unfortunately, Sheridan’s around him all the time. I used to cherish being in her room like this, the curtains and the peace and the pink. She keeps her stuff messier than I tend to do, but it doesn’t bother me in hers. Her messes aren’t gross. My messes, if I let it get to that point, would be gross.

The worst of her is always better than the best of me.

Anyways. Jace. In the room. Backlit by sunlight, framed by curtains. Hair brown-black, like Sheridan used to have, like I used to have. I wonder idly about growing my hair out. I think about dying my hair bright fucking green and not telling Sheridan until it’s over, until I’m done with it. I wonder at the disparity and incongruousness of my thoughts.

This could mean nothing.

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

𝑻𝒐 𝑫𝒊𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 - hyunjin x reader x felix au fanfic

0 - PROLOGUE

1 - Hi, nice to meet ya, got nothing to believe in

Hushed murmurs and gentle hands patting on shoulders, sniffles, the trembling, flickering warm lights of the candles burning their yellow flames against the dark backdrop of the thick black velvet curtains.

Drapings and pillows, several different bouquets of orange carnations and white lillies, a few of his favorite dark red roses drowning out the stench of death. Not that there was any, actually. You just smelled it despite the frigid coldness of the now empty burial chamber, well hidden behind the curtains and window panels and intricatly decorated black wood dividers with depictions of cherry blossoms and spring.

Death could never feel like spring, death was ultimately winter.

Clusters of old family friends and relatives gather around the main refreshments table, picking at the humongous display of finger food and drinks being served in tall crystal glasses. Sitting in the far corner, you sip from your own glass, your hands only slightly shaky, flashing pictures of the funeral just being held swimming around your brain.

You thought you weren't going to crumble and you didn't. Emotionally frozen, you had silently promised yourself the tears and the pain were only yours to see, yours to feel, like they did the night you found out he had died, and so you stood, motionless, stoic even while watching his body being lowered in the ground, the muffled sounds of his mum crying with a handkerchief pressed hard against her nose and mouth, cutting you deep but not enough to make you stumble.

Your heart as cold as ice. You hadn't even cried, not a single tear had spilled down. All the symptoms were there, the grip constricting your chest, the blockage in your lungs and in your throat, your fingers trembling, but no sound came out of you, you had just repressed everything down, down down, six feet under.

Shrapnel to his chest during a battle drill, Hyunjin had died foolishly. There. You said it. You said it a thousand times in your head, over and over until you had convinced yourself there was no more point in crying, until pain had become all you were, not just part of you, your bones hardened like a shield made of stone, until it rendered your blood vessels numb.

He was gone. And you had to live with it. He was gone and you had to live. What a stupid fucking thing. Life was a joke with the most twisted, sick sense of humor. One minute he was there with you, curled up in your own bed, crying laughing as he clapped his hands and his feet, even, watching some underfunded b-list kdrama with you, and the next minute mandatory conscription had taken him away from you. Forever.

Perhaps you deserved it. Perhaps you just weren't meant to be happy and in love. The matching jewellery and stealing his clothes on late Sunday mornings while drinking from his cup and riling him up for no reason other than see him getting turned on, the long talks over books and coffee, the fights,oh ... the fights.

The fights where you yelled and cursed him out and he giggled because "you're so beautiful, even when you scream at me you're so beautiful", top teeth sinking into his plush bottom lip, large hands cupping your reddened face and forcing you to kiss him silly, which you always abided to.

The crazy makeup sex, the catching the last show at the movie theater, clothes soaking wet with rain cause you had been caught up in a storm while taking pictures in the city. Restless nights, day trips to Jeju, flowers in every corner of your house, paint stained t-shirts and complicit eyes, with tears spilling from the corners.

You were violently in love with him, felt the happiest, fullest version of yourself each minute you spent with him. You had cherished so much, enjoyed 7 intense years of him being your first everything, your first and only love, foremost, of growing older and fonder and greedier for you never wanted to share him with anyone, and you were getting punished for it.

Cause now he was no longer yours and he was no longer anyone else's and he was just no longer.

Staring into nothingness, caught up in a daze of memories, you bring your empty glass to your mouth, your burgundy stained lips grazing the cold rim, teeth almost biting glass, your grimace and frown, heaving yourself up begrudgingly so you can reach the table and grab more wine, you have work tomorrow but the emptiness needs to be filled somehow.

"Oh, sorry. You go first". You look up from your hand clutching the bottle of Moscato to find two squinty orbs staring back at you. And freckles. A miriad of them.

The platinum blonde young man in front of you smiles politely and gestures for the bottle in your hand, relinquishing his turn for you, something about his elven like features, perhaps a glimmer in his seemingly kind eyes catching you a bit off guard, or perhaps the alcohol warming your blood, too. Destabilizing you just enough.

"Why-why do I feel like I'm supposed to know you?", you stammer out, trying to focus on his face, raking your brain for any glimpses of recognition, something oddly familiar going off at the back of your head but you can't quite point your finger on what it is or why it feels familiar to you in the first place.

A surface deep dimple and cushion like eye bags, he smiles, warm brown eyes squinting, big straight teeth flashing, "Lee Felix, I'm not sure we've met before. But perhaps you know of me, I-I used to be friends with Hyunjin... ", low voice, heavily accented, faltering on his last syllables, he clears his throat and half bows to you.

"We... we were actually supposed to be called up in the same military roll out but I - ugh... I have a really bad back. Herniated disc. They deemed me unfit before I even managed to declare I would renounce cause I have my Australian citizenship other than my Korean one".

Felix. The name resounds in your head but said in Hyunjin's voice. Something about your boyfriend missing him terribly ever since he left for Sydney. Something about early high school days and sharing music class and p.e.

"Feeellix, is the nicest person you'll ever meet. We have to visit him next summer, you'd love him, I'm sure" - "what makes you say that?" -a half hearted, breathy giggle rolling off your lips, - "just a feeling. Deep in my heart, I just know"-Hyunjin's dreamy eyes, a knowing smile.

You nod just barely, biting at the inside of your lips, "I'm sorry for your back... must be... painful", you murmur, feeling his eyes staring as you pour the wine in both of your glasses, not knowing how to make small talk, not knowing what to say and what to feel, how you're supposed to either talk in the present tense or past one about Hyunjin with one of his friends, if you're supposed to talk about him at all.

Everyone in your family, you had shut out. Not that there was much dialogue or communication of any type with both your parents before Hyunjin's passing, anyway. You had been living in different continents even before that.  His family... you had no idea how to approach either.

Both his mum and dad had welcomed you in their family like you were their own child, they loved you so and never failed to mention that, but to see them so devastated had made you incapable of coming up with anything but the blandest, most predictable condolences . It was likely you both needed each other, for you loved the same person, although differently, but the wall of pain and wanting to respect that same pain hindered the way for everyone involved, especially with how fresh his death was.

Felix nods uncertainly and sighs, he takes a slow but big sip of his wine, keeping the drink in his mouth for a little longer than necessary, "it's okay... I mean... Nothing is okay right now is it?".

A small, sad smile, shiny eyes that clearly have been holding back tears, they briefly flicker all over your face before they settle into yours: a different kind of sympathy resides in them, a knowing of sorts, he offers no circumstancial wishes and appraisal.

And perhaps it's the sugary, alcoholic sweetness on your lips, the Yves saint Laurant emanating off of the collar of his black button up or maybe it's the comforting, steady silence you two share, your eyes locking as the both of you take another sip of your drinks, but something indistinct and burning quietly settles somewhere inside of you where you don't ever look anymore.

It's the alcohol you tell yourself, it's the loneliness, the heartbreak for a heart that's no longer there.  A delicious rush to your neck, no questions asked, no wavering in your hands when they undo the button of his shirt, one by one, or when they rest on his smooth and soft pectorals.

No kisses. He goes for it, he really does, mouth hovering over yours, warm breath entering your nostrils. But then he sees the heat burning behind your stare, and he goes for your neck instead, fingertips trailing up your hair, pulling at the nape of your neck until you tilt your head back and expose your jugular to him.

It's the alcohol but your vision isn't blurry at all. It's the alcohol but you're hyper aware of how dirty you feel. Not enough to shake you. Not enough to stop him from palming your chest, bite your skin, kiss it better. Your back hitting the door to your apartment, tight, tailored suit pants riding up his crotch as he immobilizes you against him.

Your boyfriend is dead. And you're fucking his best friend.

[koetjingwarrd]

You're my baby, say it to me...