#COME HOME

[northclairo]

give me that dih

SNOOZE ✵ MANON BANNERMAN.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. I CAN’T LOSE WHEN I’M WITH YOU

HOW CAN I SNOOZE AND MISS THE MOMENT .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ manon comes home early from promotions to the smell of garlic, the sound of your playlist, and the sight of you in her shirt. dinner can wait. she missed you too much to pretend she didn’t.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. g!p!manon x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. smut (18+). ᝰ.ᐟ tags/warnings. cursing, unprotected sex (wrap it fore you tap it) established relationship, praise kink, fingering, slight size kink, pet names (baby).

ᝰ.ᐟ wc 1.5k

ᝰ.ᐟ katty requested by anon 🤭

(🎧) now playing — snooze by sza.

masterlist.

YOU DON’T HEAR THE DOOR.

the pan sizzles softly, the smell of garlic and sesame oil curling up into the kitchen light. your playlist hums somewhere behind you. you’re barefoot on the tile, hair pulled back, wearing one of manon’s shirts and tiny shorts. it still smells faintly like her, perfume and and that hotel smell.

it’s just after 11:30. she wasn’t supposed to be home yet. you had everything timed: noodles finishing around midnight, bathtub filled, candles lit, towel warm in the dryer. a full plan, down to the forehead kiss before she passed out on your chest.

you’re too caught up in it all to notice the door unlocking. then her suitcase rolling in. then the subtle sound of her feet against the hallway floor.

you only notice when two arms wrap around your waist from behind and a very tired voice finds your ear.

“smells good.” she murmurs.

your heart stutters.

“manon. you’re— what? you weren’t supposed to be here yet.” you drop the spoon straight into the pan and try to whip around halfway, but she tightens her grip, chin resting on your shoulder now.

“wait, don’t move. just— give me a second.” she says.

you nod, heart stuttering as she presses against your back. her hands slide under the hem of your shirt, cool fingers finding skin like they’ve missed the feeling. she exhales, breath brushing your neck.

“hi to you too.” she adds.

“you’re early.” you say quietly while smiling.

“caught the earlier flight.”

“you could’ve warned me.”

“that would’ve ruined the whole dramatic reveal.”

you huff, barely hiding the smile forming onto your face. “i had everything planned.”

she presses a soft kiss to your neck. “mhm. i can tell. you’re a dream right now.”

you try to elbow her but it doesn’t land. she just laughs and pulls you closer.

“you’re distracting me.” you mumble.

“now you see what you do to me. i’m in love.”

you pause.

then let out a breath and melt a little in her arms.

“i made your favorite. then i was gonna run you a bath. the lavender one. after that, we’d watch a movie. something dumb you’d fall asleep to.” you say.

it’s silent. you can feel her fingers flexing against your abdomen.

“you’re perfect. you know that?” she murmurs.

you glance over at the pan — steam still hovering over it — then lean back against her just enough to let her feel it. the way your body fit together perfectly, how warm you are, how present both of you are.

“dinner’s almost ready. you wanna sit down?”

“not really. kinda just wanna stay right here.” her hands slide along your stomach, still tucked under your hoodie.

you let the spoon rest on the edge of the pan, heat still on low. “missed me that much?"

her breath hitches behind you.

“more than i should admit out loud.”

you bite your lip.

“manon.”

“sorry. i don’t know what to tell you. you smell really good and you’re cooking for me like the love of my life.”

she doesn’t sound sorry. just breathless.

you try to speak, but you fail and she notices.

her voice drops.

“can i touch you a little?”

you nod before you even realize it. “yeah.”

“yeah?”

you finally turn to face her. she looks tired. really tired. but her eyes are focused in a way that makes your breath catch.

“i missed you.” she says.

“i missed you too.”

then there’s silence.

“come here.”

her hands shift, one behind your thigh, with the other at your back, and before you can even think to react, she lifts you up and settles you on the edge of the counter like you weigh nothing.

you gasp. “you could’ve said something.”

she totally ignores you, stepping between your legs. her smile softens. “god, look at you.”

she finally kisses you then, and it’s nothing like her usual rushed post show kisses. it’s slow. like she’s pacing herself.

and when she pulls back, her forehead presses to yours. her voice drops to a whisper.

“i’ve been thinking about you every night. and now you’re here looking like this.” she says.

you blink at her.

she smiles again. “you’re lucky i’m tired. or you would’ve been screaming already.”

you bite your lip, cheeks flushed.

“dinner’s gonna get cold.” you reply weakly.

“let it.”

her mouth is back on yours before you can say anything else. slower this time. deeper.

you kiss her back, arms wrapping around her shoulders, fingers slipping into her curls at the nape of her neck. she groans quietly and presses her body closer, hips sliding forward just enough for you to feel it again. the weight of her against your core.

you gasp softly into her mouth.

she pulls back just enough to breathe, lips brushing against yours as she mumbles. “you’re killing me right now.”

you smile, slightly dizzy. “i haven’t even done anything.”

“that’s the problem.” she mutters, leaving slow, open mouthed kisses right under your jaw.

you whimper when her teeth graze your sweet spot.

she smiles against your skin. “yeah. that’s what i'm talking about.”

her hand slides down your thigh, slow and steady. she cups the back of your knee, nudging it gently up around her waist until you open for her. the hem of your shorts rides higher. and she bunches up her shirt around your waist.

“you’re so fucking pretty.” she whispers, eyes trailing down.

your cheeks flush.

she kisses you again, then moves her lips down to your jaw, throat, and collarbone. her hands never stop moving. they wander beneath the fabric, fingertips gliding along your ribs, your stomach, up to your chest, until she palms over you through the thin fabric of your bra.

you gasp, hips twitching.

she grins, sleepy but hungry.

“you’re warm. fuck, i missed your body.” she says quietly, thumbing over your nipple.

you squirm, tugging at the collar of her hoodie. “take this off.”

she shrugs it over her head and you instantly reach for her shoulders.

her hand trails back down between your legs. she presses two fingers against the center of your shorts — slow, with no pressure yet, but just enough to make you whine.

“you’re already wet?” she whispers.

you nod.

“of course you are. you missed me too, huh?” she murmurs.

you nod again and she smiles into your mouth as she kisses you. her hand starts to move in slow circles through the fabric, firm enough to make your stomach flutter.

“i don’t wanna rush tonight.” she says, lips dragging across your cheek.

you moan softly and she shushes you gently.

“just keep your legs open. let me feel you.” she whispers.

you nod, biting your lip. her hand slips under your shorts this time — no more teasing. her fingers find your folds, hot and so sensitive it makes your back arch.

“shit. you’re dripping.” she mutters, dragging her fingers through the mess.

you can’t even speak. just a breathy moan, high and helpless.

“dreamt about how warm you are. how tight you squeeze me when you’re close.” she says, kissing your throat again, slower now.

you rock your hips up into her palm. she lets you. lets you chase the pleasure as she pushes two fingers inside you, slow and deep.

you gasp and your arms tighten around her.

“yeah, baby. fuck yourself on my hand.” she whispers, curling her fingers just right.

you’re clenching around her already, eyes fluttering shut, thighs trembling slightly where they wrap around her waist.

“you’re so deep.” you whimper.

she groans at that. “don’t say shit like that— fuck.”

she pulls her fingers out, slick and shining, and you watch through low eyes as she tugs her sweats just low enough to free her dick. her tip presses against you instantly.

“ready?” she asks, forehead pressing to yours.

you nod. “please, manon. need it.”

she pushes in slowly — stretching you open, inch by inch. your mouth drops open, eyes fluttering closed. her hands hold your hips steady, grounding you as she bottoms out.

“fuck. you’re squeezing me so tight already.” she groans.

you moan, arms wrapping around her shoulders now. she starts to move with slow thrusts, deep and steady, grinding her hips just enough to make you feel every inch.

you’re already close again, breath hitching with every roll of her hips.

“you feel so good. so fuck— you’re so big.” you whimper.

manon shudders, rhythm faltering for just a second.

“say that again.”

“you’re so big— stretching me so good— i’m— fuck, i’m gonna cum—“ you gasp.

“yeah? wanna feel you cum for me. do it, baby.” she pants, eyes locked on your face

and you do.

you cum hard, mouth open in a silent cry, legs locked tight around her waist. your cunt clamps down around her dick so hard it pulls a moan out of her.

“you’re— shit, i’m not gonna last—“ she groans.

you’re still shaking when she starts fucking you faster, hips slamming into you now. her hands are gripping your waist like she needs you.

“you make me so fucking crazy. you feel so good, i can’t—“ she says through lazy moans.

“cum inside.” you whisper.

her whole body jerks.

“fuckfuckfuck—”

and then she’s gasping into your neck, hips stuttering, thrusts slowing as she ruts into you with a desperate rhythm. her voice is broken, whispering your name over and over as she grinds through it.

you hold her close, thighs still trembling, breath shallow.

she stays there for a second, still inside you with her forehead to your shoulder. her arms wrapped around your middle like you’re the only real thing in the world.

“you okay?” you whisper.

she nods.

“i needed that.” she breathes, lips against your skin.

“after only four days?” you tease, earning a groan from her.

you smile, all soft and fucked out. “yeah. me too.”

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[bakubonez]

Sunday or dan heng x reader plsplspls

So down bad for these men

It doesn't matter what, i just need to kiss them and worship them so bad istg

Dan Heng x GN!reader || fluff

Summary: Dan Heng isn’t a fan of Sunday seemingly taking a shine to you. Jealousy sews its propaganda into his mind, and he needs a little bit of reassurance.

A/N: sorry for the shade I throw at Sunday thru out this, I’m still mad at him for not coming home 😇 I love Dan Heng he’s my baby

Dan Heng wasn’t the type of person to get jealous. Not easily, anyway. He was quite secure in his relationship, and he trusted you wholeheartedly to not take advantage of that. So far, you hadn’t given him a reason to retract his trust in you, and you didn’t have any plans to change that any time soon.

…Though, when a new handsome bachelor joined the express, it was difficult for Dan Heng to keep the seedlings of jealousy sewn into his heart from sprouting.

No, it wasn’t Caelus—he was far too busy being stupid to really catch your eye. No, no, the mild threat that had Dan Heng’s feathers ruffled was Sunday. Pun intended.

Initially when Sunday joined the express, he hadn’t been welcomed with open arms. After everything that had taken place on Penacony, the only person that was even remotely kind to him was Pom-Pom. And Shush, but Shush was nice to everyone so he doesn’t count right now.

Despite the rough start, Sunday had started to try to weasel his way into the little family that resided on the train. Dan Heng’s main concern was Sunday’s interest in you.

He’d occasionally catch you and Sunday chatting about new entries in the data bank, or chatting over a drink in the party car. Dan Heng knew you wouldn’t cheat—you wouldn’t stoop so low. Especially not with that… that… feathered creature. Regardless, the portions of time that you spent on Sunday when you could have been spending them with Dan Heng irked him a little bit. Just a little bit.

And, while he didn’t want to bring it up, you had noticed a very minute change in Dan Heng. Not a bad one, necessarily, but a change regardless. He started to seem a bit clingier. From keeping you in bed to hold you for longer or going as far as to hug you against him around the others, especially Sunday, you had picked up on his changed demeanour. He was still as loving and level-headed as always, just a tad bit more demanding.

With him resting his head on your chest, eyes closed but not asleep quite yet, you opt to bring it up. You wouldn’t prod too hard if he didn’t want to talk about it—after all, maybe he had just subconsciously started yearning for you more. But, you’d try to figure out what was going on regardless.

“You okay?” You ask carefully, twirling his layered hair around your fingers idly.

“Mmh?” he mumbles, face still buried against your shirt.

You take his inconclusive response as an invitation to go on.

“You just seem a little bit different recently. Not-not like a bad different, just…” you trail off.

Dan Heng shifts to look up at you, striking eyes meeting your own as you speak. “I am fine,” he assures you. “I don’t like Sunday.”

“What?”

“What?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” you ask, a little bit bewildered by his declaration. You weren’t Sunday’s biggest fan either, but you didn’t mind at least being polite to him.

Dan Heng mumbled to himself non-committally, a very faint red tinging his ears.

Well, now you’re both confused. You’re trying to decode his grumbling, and he’s trying to put his feelings into words without sounding like an idiot.

“I don’t… I don’t think I like how much time you spend with Sunday,” he said finally, drawing you out of your thoughts and allowing you both to return to the conversation you were trying to have before the two of you were knocked off balance by Dan Heng.

“Oh,” you say foolishly, not really sure what to say to that. “You’re jealous of Sunday? Of all people?”

“No.”

“Yeahhh, I think you might be.”

“No.”

It brings a very faint smile to your lips, finally being able to figure out the root of Dan Heng’s influx of affection. Its also nice to know that he values your time together so much. Though, it does tempt you to giggle at the fact that Dan Heng thought there was any chance that you’d favour Sunday over him.

You lean forward to press a kiss to the top of Dan Heng’s head, and he seems to automatically relax at the touch.

“It’s okay. You aren’t in any competition with him,” you say, voice soft. “My time with you takes priority. If you don’t want Sunday stealing it, that’s perfectly fine by me.”

Dan Heng makes a little contented noise, the jealousy that had been lashing about in his head finally quieting. Deep down, he did know that you’d say something like that. He knew you’d choose him over Sunday. He just wanted the little bit of reassurance.

He hoped you’d always be around to give it to him.