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aezuria · 7 months

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*ੈ✎ two boys (one to kiss your neck and one to bring you breakfast)

note: guys this wasnt supposed to be my first work here but it came to me the easiest 😔😔 song title is bike dream by rostum 😍this isnt like the meaning of the song tho dw

content: leo valdez x reader, jason x reader; dating hcs

*ੈ LEO VALDEZ

loves affectionately and openly

he'll peck your lips in front of everyone without a care in the world, as if after he's had a taste of your touch, he can't go a second without it (he'd probably make out with you if you let him)

he follows you everywhere, even trying to go with you while you shower (he'll never go inside the actual shower unless you want to)

"leo, as much as i love you, no. not today at least!"

"i'll just sit on the toilet seat, i swear! and i can talk about all my cool inventions!"

(maybe you'll change your mind?)

has to have a hand on you at all times

even a pinky will do for him

he loves holding pinkies actually, he thinks its so cute

will make you pinky promise not to snitch on him when he blurts out a new prank idea in the works

loves overexaggerating gentlemanly acts?? for the sillies

like he'll bow down to a 90 degree angle and swoop an arm out while the other kisses your hand

opens the car door for you like an escort

"for you, milady!" and does a cheeky little wink as he bows

he loves it when you play along like a rich noble from the 1800s

showers you with the metal work he does

he'll make you cute little rings and necklaces if you like jewelry

or metal flowers that'll never wilt

or something more practical, like a switchblade if you like those

either wakes up at 5am or sleeps in until noon there is no in between

or maybe he stays up until 5am because one time you caught him slipping out of bed to finish up the gift he was making you

"leo? what are you doing up?" you rub your eyes sleepily as you catch him at his desk, the lamp you gifted him glowing dimly

he startles and shoves (gently) the scraps of metal you see behind his arm

he grins sheepishly and rests his hand on his fist, positioning himself so you wouldn't see what he was making

"uh.. nothing! just finishing something!" he doesn't lie per se, but he'd rather not tell you the whole truth just yet (he loves how your face lights up when he presents another gift to you)

being the half-asleep mess you are, you didn't notice much

"alright.. just go to sleep soon, okay?" you yawn and turn back around to head back to bed.

"will do!" he whisper-shouts after you and sighs to himself in relief once you leave. close call!

you find a warm blanket preventing you from getting up the next morning, which just happened to be leo, his arms wrapped around your waist as if you were a pillow

a few more hours of sleep can't hurt, right?

*ੈ JASON GRACE

he's a bit shy to love

doesn't really do pda, but he'll hold your hand lotsss

if you guys started dating but didn't announce it, no one would catch on until they see you and jason holding hands (that took a lot of courage on his end btw)

after that he was a bit more open about it

i feel like he's kind of awkward at first

he tried to sneak up behind you one time and hug you but you turned around too soon and accidentally rammed your head into his chin

he tried to play it off because he's too cool to be embarrassed (his face was bright red)

can and will pick you up

it all started when you guys were running from monsters but your leg was injured so you couldn't move that fast and he literally just swooped you up bridal style and RAN

ran like the wind, even (haha guys pls laugh)

literally sprinting even as he carries a whole person like you were nothing

you fell in love (again)

he found out you like it when he does that so he'll do it randomly

"so then i said-" you were cut off with a yelp as jason picked you up off the bed and carried you in his arms, swinging you gently with a smile on his face

you pause in your storytelling, blinking at him as you grow increasingly flustered

he merely nods at you, saying, "keep going, i'm listening."

OH MY GOODNESS

tried to do reps with you after but you kept laughing

acts of service is so him

when you complain about it being too hot, he'll send a cool breeze your way

if you ask him if he did that, he'll play dumb

it was sweltering outside, the summer heat even worse as the both of you hiked up a trail

"gods, it's so hot!" you complained, taking a long swig of your water

jason hummed his agreement, and shortly after you felt a weird breeze out of nowhere

you pause, eyeing the demigod in front of you

"jason?"

"yeah?"

"did you do that?" you prod at his back teasingly, the smile evident in your voice

"i have no idea what you're talking about."

#leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #jason grace #jason grace x reader #hoo #hoo x reader #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #*ੈ✎ stories

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temiizpalace · 10 months

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☆┊I CAN KEEP A SECRET, CAN YOU?

SUMMARY: you were keeping a secret relationship with your lovely boyfriend. is he any good at it, and does the secret ever get revealed?

CHARACTERS: leona, floyd, jamil, kalim

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

reader gender is not mentioned, implied to be yuu

🦁┊LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

how good is he at hiding it? 6/10

leona is pretty okay at hiding this relationship.

he wasn’t one to flaunt off his relationship, so when you proposed to keep it a secret it wasn’t an issue to him.

however, there are some days where he needs to feel your touch.

and by that I mean just simply holding your hand through the hallway even after you protest.

one day someone hugged you in the middle of the hallway

with leona watching

and lions are very territorial.

he stomped over there, opened the boys arms, and took you away. bridal style.

he doesn’t think it’s such a big deal if people found out, so he thought it’d be fine if one or two people found out.

but then again.. you asked it to be a SECRET relationship for a reason.. so please excuse him as he gives a nice announcement to everybody in the room right now. he’ll be just a moment.

🦈┊FLOYD LEECH

how good is he at hiding it? 4/10

ehh? shrimpy wants to hide your relationship? whyyy?

he doesn’t really understand, but he’ll try his best.

to be honest, nobody can really tell. he’s squeezing you just like he’s squeezing everyone else.

it’s not exactly obvious, but not exactly hidden either.

he hangs out with you A LOT but others had just assumed you were his plaything til he got bored.

however, someone gave you a hug after you gave them notes for a class they missed. eel boy was pissed

he immediately yanked you out of the boys arms and into his instead. when you tried to push him off, he only tightened his grip.

rumors began to spread that you two were in a relationship, almost exposing it.

even threatening to squeeze everyone wasn’t enough.

he didn’t really get why he had to hide the relationship, but you did ask him to.. drastic measures must be done.

you both made a deal with azul (unfortunately), asking him to somehow keep everyone quiet about this.

he did it somehow. don’t ask how cause he won’t tell.

what was the trade off? congrats on your new temporary job for the next 5 months!

🐍┊JAMIL VIPER

how good is he at hiding it? 10/10

he’s on board with this idea. he doesn’t need to bring attention to himself

the overblot incident was already eye catching enough. he didnt need more people watching him.

he’s already hiding a lot of things, what’s one more? the relationship is not obvious at all.

nobody suspects a thing!

you both would talk in the halls at times, but most of the time he’s tending to kalim.

somebody hugged you after you showed them where the library was

jamil was in the library, WATCHING.

he wasn’t pleased with this. oh not at all. he didn’t want to cause a scene, but he didn’t like this one bit.

he walked over to where you were standing and tapped you on the shoulder.

he asked you if you could help him finish writing some notes he “forgot” to write.

he already finished everything, it was just an excuse to lead you away.

but just because he’s not showing any affection in the open, doesn’t mean he isn’t affectionate behind closed doors.

oh no, he makes up for that.

🦦┊KALIM AL ASIM

how good is he at hiding it? 3/10

another one who doesn’t understand why the relationship should stay hidden, but he’ll do the best he can.

like floyd, he acts like this to everybody so nobody really suspects a thing

until he accidentally gave you a kiss on the cheek in the middle of the hallway. it caused an uproar.

you both were bombarded with questions, trying to flee the scene but ultimately failing.

when you finally find a moment of peace, kalim apologized profusely.

he began to shower you in more gifts than he already did beforehand.

you’re practically drowning in expensive merchandise.

after some time, everyone had forgotten about it and you guys were able to stay on the down low.

someone hugged you after you found their missing notebook in one of the classrooms earlier that day.

he didn’t seem to mind it much. he’s happy you managed to help someone out!

however, kalim noticed you looked uncomfortable and shifted gears.

he ran over, smiling like he usually does, and pried you both apart. he cut himself into the conversation, leading the guy away so you could make your escape.

A/N: sorry sorry sorry for going missing!1!1! i had to write quite a number of essays lately

date written: 12/07/23

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst #floyd leech x reader #jamil viper x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #kalim al asim x reader #twst wonderland #twst fluff #twisted wonderland fluff

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bonniepop · 7 months

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character: iwaizumi hajime words: 1,000+ warnings: cheap sexy outfits, also a little mature! but nothing too bad. notes: here's a new one for ya!

“fuck!”

you hear the steady thud of padded footsteps before a soft knock on your bathroom door. “baby, are you okay?”

you fight down the scream that bubbles in you throat. “perfectly fine, babe,” you muster, wanting more than anything to just rip this… this… abomination apart. and this kind of stuff was sexy?

“you sure?" your sweet, sweet husband asks. but your side is starting to cramp, you're getting hungry, this outfit is tiring you out, and you're running out of patience.

“yes, i am fucking fine!” you practically shout, taking a bright red ribbon from behind you. you angrily pull it through a lacy white loop and—fuck, no, that’s not right.

you wail.

the knocks come again, this time sharper and more urgent against the wooden door. “babe, i’m coming in.”

“NO!” you scream, flinging yourself against the door to hold it shut. “do not come inside! i mean it, hajime!”

iwaizumi starts, "you sound like you are in a lot of pain—”

“i'm fine!”

you can imagine what he looks like—backed away from the door and rolling his eyes. when you texted him that he had “a sexy surprise waiting at home,” you're sure he didn’t exactly picture himself waiting on the bed for the past twenty minutes and his apparently irate wife cursing her head off behind their bathroom door.

"sweetheart, can you just tell me what's going on?" he bargains.

you whimper, trying to find the right red string for the right white loop. "just—give me a—ah!"

“baby,” iwaizumi says patiently, "no offense or anything, but this entire situation is seriously turning me, well… off. can i just go to bed? i’ve had a long day.”

your fingers freeze in the middle of fiddling with the garment. after a long pause, you reach for the door and poke your head out, eyes seeking out your husband. he's standing in front of the door, arms folded over his chest. (you observe how tight his sleep shirt is on him now. you try not to drool.)

you sigh and pull your head back. "fine," you say in defeat, taking a few steps back. "come in."

of all the scenarios he'd imagined, this was one of the ones iwaizumi lease expected to see.

to be honest, he'd half expected you to just stand there naked. a "sexy surprise waiting at home" entailed a lack of clothing, more or less. but what he didn't expect to find when he pushed open the door was you standing awkwardly in the middle of your spacious bathroom, donning a particularly bright and lacy… thing with a frilly skirt and frilly sleeves and way too many ribbons but wrapped snugly around your waist.

admittedly, it did very nice things to your breasts.

very, very nice things to your breasts.

iwaizumi tried to find the words. "wha—what—” he stutters, unable to think let alone form coherent sentences, eyes wide and disbelieving. the outfit was one thing, but the angry flush you had on your cheeks that made him—um… well, tiny him—stand at attention.

overall, the visual was very... stimulating.

“what is that?” he finally said, his voice cracking at the end like it hadn’t since he was a teenager.

you obviously mistook his breathlessness for absurdity and scowled. “you were supposed to come home to a sexy nurse,” you admit rather gruffly, gesturing to a pathetically crumpled excuse of a hat with a red cross lying near the sink. you fail to notice the way your husband was gaping at you, oblivious to the things you were doing to him by merely standing there.

“wh—how—” iwaizumi shook his head, trying his hardest to form coherent thoughts. “where did you even get this?”

“oikawa thought it would be a nice bridal shower gift.”

"wh—you invited him to your bridal shower?"

"yeah. didn't i tell you?"

"i—you know what? i'm not even going to ask. for the bridal shower and the gift."

"good idea. both are very suspect." you shook your head in frustration and tugged at the messed up ribbons. "but yeah. this is it."

silence. you close your eyes and sigh.

"can you just help me get this off?" was what you meant to say, but didn't get to finish, because at some point in the sentence, your husband pressed his mouth to yours in a devouring kiss—how’d he cross the room that quickly?—and pushed you against the wall, grabbing and pinning your wrists next to your head. “hajime,” you breathe, and he drags his lips down her neck.

“you are so hot, babe,” he whispered earnestly.

“wh—really?” you blurt, eyes wide. “you don’t find this ridiculous at all?”

“oh, it’s pretty stupid,” he admits frankly, and you feel what the characters on the office feel when they stare right into a camera. “but, i mean,” iwaizumi continues, "i always think you’re sexy. you don’t have to… you know, dress up for it.”

your chest warms a little. "that's so sweet, baby."

“yeah, well,” he says, his cheeks turning the slightest bit pink.

“well, then,” you declare, “I should take this off and we can get right to it.”

iwaizumi grinned wickedly. “no, you know what? this might be fun."

"we really don't have to—"

"i’m actually feeling pretty feverish. what do you think I should do, nurse?” he leans in and nips at your earlobe, sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine and to other, more excited places of your body.

you're quiet for a bit. "i'm so sorry, i know you're trying to turn me on and kick off this whole role play thing, but i'm trying to figure out what the medically accurate thing to recommend is."

iwaizumi stares at you with the blankest of expressions. "it's role play, baby. you play a role."

"yeah, but like, does that mean we can't incorporate any medical accuracy here? i'm sure grey's anatomy is somewhat accurate."

he sighs. "you know what, how 'bout we just take off this ridiculous outfit and skip straight to the sex?"

you nod. "great idea. let me just—oh my god, hajime!" you shriek.

without warning, he tears the outfit right down the middle, unveiling your bare skin. your jaw is slack at the sheer display of power. (also, this turns you on. by a lot.)

"now," he says, tossing the garment to the side and dusting off his hands. "where were we?"

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi fluff #hq fluff #hq fanfic #hq x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #x reader #📝 — my writing

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suraemoon · 3 months

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I don't know if your taking request but your fics are amazing, and i just wanna cry reading each one -> there so beautiful. I was wondering if I could request a john egan x reader, where the reader is upset one day, and john finds her crying, and the whole thing is just fluffy and adorable. Thank youu!!!!🩷🩷🩷🩷

Baby Blues

John Egan x Reader

💙: It is John Egan’s birthday but that doesn’t stop him from dedicating the time to help his wife love herself again. For she’s the greatest gift he’ll ever have.

🌌 Warnings: Postpartum Depression, Body Dysmorphic Behavior, Self-Criticism, Body Insecurity, Talks about not eating, Anxiety

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You didn’t even bother to open the curtains this morning but pesky light still managed to slip through soft fabric and fill the cold bedroom despite all of your best efforts. A sun filled-life felt like an overcast of dark clouds that a wind of self consciousness called your way.

On a typical day, it was customary for a housewife to open the windows and air out the room after a long night. You learned that from the “The Housewife Guide” book your Aunt Nellie gifted you at your bridal shower. That same book is now well loved, repeatedly red, and sat on the shelf above your dresser. The aproned and pin curled housewife is taking dinner out of the oven with one hand while holding a baby in the other.

Maybe she was Rosie the Riveter’s long lost cousin.

The mother of domesticity.

Here to remind young women that war was indeed over and the role of a strong woman was no longer needed once the boys were home.

The factories might’ve laid them off but the marital bed will always welcome them back home with open doors and soft, feathery pillows.

The to-do book had a step by step morning routine and airing out the rooms of the house was written first on the list of tasks. While you’re at it, maybe wave at your next door neighbor who was doing the same exact thing. Some days you two had matching colored aprons and sleepy babies clutching to the fabric of your dresses prompting a sweet laugh that only a woman would understand.

But today, the less people who saw you, the better. The idea of fresh air did not sound the least bit freeing but suffocating instead. It will remind you of the tightness in your lungs as you suck in your stomach. New air is right there, but no you cannot have it. You won’t allow yourself to let it in.

September 8th.

It is none other than your husband’s birthday.

Reflecting on this year of his life, there was one extra special thing that this trip around the sun entailed for the pair of you. This was also the year that you and Bucky became parents. He had been by your side through it all; showering you and your newborn baby girl with everlasting love, ample care, and unfading attention that never lost it’s sense of vitality. These heartfelt behaviors came so easily to Bucky for his soul was a complex haven holding unfaltering flame. All of these factors only added to the heavy pressure of making today perfect for a man who has made your life better in countless ways.

Ever since you gave birth to your daughter, there had been an underlying sadness, an incomprehensible emotion that served a constant source of guilt and confusion for you. Your little girl was the best thing that ever happened to you, how could you feel raindrops when the sun was shining brighter than it ever had before?

Spontaneously feeling the urge to sob during her nap time

Crippling anxiety when the pressures of being a new mom in the midst of baby boom starts to catch up and suffocate you

Total neglect of your personal needs in fear of feeling vain

Every family member gravitating towards your baby without even having the decency of offering you a simple hello.

You simply were not yourself.

Earlier in the week, you had planned a birthday lunch for Bucky at the local diner. Your mama was coming over to take care of the baby, you and your husband would be alone all day, everything was supposed to be perfect. But standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom, wearing the new dress that was supposed to make you resemble an absolute dream was shaping up to be your absolute nightmare. It seems that your eyes have a lens of self-criticism that made everything worse.

It is a blue wrap around dress with a white floral design, a style that had grown very popular in the war due to the convenience of not requiring a lot of material to make. You had gotten this dress over a year ago and it simply did not look the same on your body as when you first tried it on.

Tears start to run down your cheeks upon looking at yourself in the mirror and taking in the reflection that you’re met with. The shape of your body simply isn’t what it used to be pre-pregnancy. This is something that you have noticed before and have tried to suppress, but it being Bucky’s birthday brought out every fear and insecurity about your body.

The pouch in your lower stomach area made you want to give up eating for a week. Sucking it in worked for a little while but was an impossible to uphold.

Is this cut shorter than the other dresses? Since when were your thighs so plushy? The sensation of your thighs touching gave you some sort of horrible reaction like you were allergic to your own skin.

Immediately, you start taking it off. The only thing that kept you from ripping the dress into pieces was the material perceiving instincts that you had developed during the war. When the dress drops to the floor, the lens of insecurity do not leave with it.

You’re met with the unforgiving reflection of your lingerie. A satin white one piece set, the same one you wore for your wedding night. You chose it for today to bring back sexy, sentimental memories from the first moon you and Bucky spent as husband and wife. When it was slipped on earlier it did not evoke any strong negative emotions, you actually loved the way it differed from the nearly tired Aprons and pastel peter pan colored dresses you usually wore. But now, staring and picking apart every little detail of your body, you can’t help but hate the way it looks. When you slipped it on last year on the morning of your nuptials, you were in the best shape you’d ever been in. Your bridesmaids recommended a pre-wedding diet that went beautifully and you had received a home workout book from your mother. But fast forward to today: it was too tight in some places, milk filled breasts spilled out of the cups, your arms have more fat on them than they did before.

Believe it or not, it was the lingerie that broke you. A piece of delicate fabric made to repsrent femininity and confidence, wearing you down until you were a ball of tears on your bedroom floor. You precede to slide your body backwards until your back could feel the wall and the coldness of the hardwood began to irritate the back of your thighs. The nearest shoe becomes a weapon as you hurl it at the unforgiving glass, flinching at the loud bang it made on impact, like the mirror was your body and your heaving figure was the destructive mindset trying to abuse it.

Suddenly, there is a knock on the door and immediately you knew who it is. It is a warm knock. One full of certainty. Followed by a sing-song whistle.

“Honey?”

Oh no. He had left you in here to change and time had flown by quicker than you realized. He can’t see you crying, it’ll ruin the happy mood. He also can’t see you in the lingerie, your figure has never looked worse.

Your head drops on top of your knees as you wrap your arms around your legs. As if wanting to hide. As if scared of a man who has never once put an ounce of fear into your mind.

“Yes?” Your voices comes out more fragile and broken then you intend, making your whole body shiver in cringe.

“Are you okay in there? You said you wanted to get going by noon. Just making sure you’re still alive.” His knuckles make smaller knocks on the door, as if imitating a song.

“Um…” Your eyes begin to dart to the clothes hanging out of the wardrobe, the shoe sitting ashamedly next to the mirror, your dress still sitting in apollo of itself on the floor. “I need a few more minutes.”

“Alright, baby. Take your time. There’s no rush.” You can hear the pressure of his 6’2 body leaning against the door.

A few minutes pass by like a strike of lightning and you can’t stop the tears from rushing down your face.

Go fix your drawers and find another dress.

It’s not a big deal.

But you can’t. Your body is too weak to stand up.

Reality crashes down when the doorknob is heard twisting, the door is open but only open a centimeter. “Honey…I’m coming in.” He says that but he still waits.

“Bucky, two more minutes.. please.”

“I hear you crying in there. You don’t have to be alone. Let me help you.”

“Bucky-”

“Please. There's nothing else I wanna do but be there for you. Hearing you cry behind the door is torture. I can’t stand here and listen anymore.”

“Alright…”

The tall, commanding figure that is your husband enters the room gently and lightly as if everything is made of porcelain and he’s scared of his footsteps being too harsh or accidentally bumping into something that’d make everything go south.

In the center of the room, he sees the most fragile thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. It’s you, hands around your knees on the floor, sobbing in a set of lingerie. It was the oddest oxymoron.

“Baby…What happened? Is something wrong?”

There is a desperate but futile attempt to catch a tear threatening to run down your cheek. “I’m sorry, Bucky. I’m ruining your birthday. Making it all about me.”

“No you aren’t. Don’t say that. I just wanna make sure you’re alright is all.” Bucky makes sure that his steps are light as he walks across the room, he can sense obstacles but cannot see them. His biggest fear is making things even worse. Bucky’s heart yearned to be useful and he knew that. You both knew that.

His blue eyes would have took in the mess of a bedroom, one that resembled a retail store during the holidays, but instead fixated on only you.

His wife. The one who was always full of life, exuding kindness. The one made sure the whole house did not go to ruin with her careful routines. The one who ran her fingers through his hair when the nightmares became too much. She was a puddle of emotion on the floor and he was desperate to help her.

He sits down next to you. Your bodies are close but in fear of overwhelming you–in fear of breaking you–the only physical contact is his firm hand rubbing your back in a circular motion.

“Nothin’ looks good on me. I’m ugly, Bucky. I gave birth and nothing’s been the same. My midsection still looks pregnant. My skin breaks out. I ain’t got no waist. My arms are fat. It’s.,.it’s a disaster. A shitty disaster. It’s shitty. It’s…fuck!” Something about cursing felt so liberating in that moment. It’s a common habit you usually did not allow yourself to partake in. It was something that was a cause of many timeouts in your household growing up. But life did not want to cooperate to its own rules, so why should you?

He reprimands you, not for using the word shitty, not even for using the word fuck, but for using the word ugly. “I don’t want to hear that U-word coming out of your mouth again when talking about yourself. You ain’t ugly. There’s nothing ugly about you.”

There’s a whine of desperation to get a glimmer of understanding in his brain, “I don’t look like the girl you married. I feel like a total wreck.”

Bucky proceeds to take your left hand in his, running his fingers soothingly over your knuckles. When met with a wedding ring, disrupting the procession of soft skin, he stares at the gold fondly while processing your words. “And what did the girl I married look like? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I’m looking at her right now. I see her every day, I make love to her at night, I can’t help but smile like an idiot when I see her wearing the ring I gave her…It’s you, baby.”

“You know what I mean! I don’t even recognize myself. I was never insecure, Bucky. This isn’t me. I look in the mirror and I don’t even recognize my own reflection. I’ve never felt so awful.”

Bucky sighs and then licks his plush lips before meeting your eyes again. “I wish you could see what I see. It’s the opposite of what you’re saying. You aren’t ugly or a wreck or whatever mean word you wanna say about yourself. God, you’re gorgeous. You’re stunning even when you’re crying your little eyes out.”

He is met with only a sigh and then one of the deepest hugs he’s ever experienced. It’s as if you were holding on to him for dear life. As if the world was a vast ocean and you were so afraid of losing yourself that you clung onto the only buoy that could bring you back to shore. Then there is a few minutes of silence, taking the time to hold one another. The only sounds are your little sniffles and Bucky’s warm breathing.

After the hug shifts from intensity to pure comfort, Bucky kisses the top of your head as you lean your head on his shoulder, your wet cheek dampening his shirt.

Your small voices breaks the silence as you whisper to him defeatedly, “I got a new dress..was sposed’ to wear it for your birthday.”

He raises an eyebrow not only from your words coming unexpectedly but also his natural sense of curiosity, “And what’s stopping ya?”

“It don’t look good.”

“Bullshit.”

“It doesn’t, Bucky! I think I’d know.”

“Go put it on and let’s see. I’ll be the judge and you be the model. Sounds like a good arrangement.” He gestures around the room to random articles of clothes misplaced everywhere, assuming that the dress in question is among the crowd.

“No, I gotta pick something else. I was trying to but everything I own is maternity clothes. I could probably pass for pregnant.” You laugh dryly but can immediately recognize that Bucky did not find it the least bit funny.

He sighs and you sit there for a while, when he speaks up it's in a low grumble, “Are you done being mean to yourself?”

“What?”

He sighs at your failure to comprehend his point but tries again, “I said, are you done being mean to yourself? Then we can get started on finding a solution, honey. There’s always a solution.”

“I already tried a diet.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He sits through for a moment in deep thought, you think about smoothing the crease between his eyebrows but you know your hand would be too shaky. He gets up from his spot next to you and starts to walk towards the mirror.

“Where are you going?”

He does a quick pose in the mirror in attempt to make you laugh and then waves you over with a chuckle, “C'mere baby. Wanna show you something. The mirror ain’t gonna bite.”

You scoot towards the front of the mirror and upon the realization that you would not be getting up onto your feet, Bucky sits down next to you.

Seeing your reflection in the mirror brings you back to reality for a moment. All of that sobbing without the realization of what the man comforting you might be seeing. A blush tinted your tear stained cheeks as you try to wipe away ruined mascara.

When you manage to get a considerable amount of black makeup from beneath your under eye, you look right at Bucky. His facial expression is nothing short of gorgeous as he stares into the mirror wistfully, lost in thought and admiration. But he isn’t looking at himself, when you follow his line of sight, he is looking right at you. “Can I tell you what I see for a second?”

“If you want to.”

He takes a deep breath, “God I’m bad at words but I’ll try. First of all, you’ve got the most stunning pair of eyes that I’ve ever looked into. Truthfully. Your eye contact could make a man swoon. I know from experience that it does. I remember when I first met you, I couldn’t tell my left from my right. I even forgot my own goddamn name for Christ’s sake. They’ve got so much warmth and sparkle. The way they light up when you're excited. Or the way you squint when I make ya laugh.”

Your cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink and you cannot help but smile at this sudden confession, immediately getting the urge to show your gratitude. “Bucky, I-”

“You’ve got the softest hair too. How do you get it so soft? They’ve gotta give you your own hair products or somethin’ so your pretty face can be on the covers of those magazines.”

“Bucky, it’s your birthday. I should be the one saying nice things about you, not the other way around.”

“Shhh.. I’m on a roll and you’re gonna mess me up. If I start stuttering, it’s your fault. You get me flustered. One flutter of those lashes and my train of thought falls off a cliff.”

“I’m the one that’s flustered. You’re so sweet and your words are so kind but…you really don’t have to compliment me just because I was crying.”

He kisses your cheek and whispers his words against your soft skin. “I’m not saying these things because you are crying, I’m saying them because I love you. I absolutely adore you and everything about you. There’s not a conceited bone in your body but, Jesus Christ, you deserve to feel good about yourself.”

“I don’t know what to say except that I’ll let you continue. I’m not gonna cut you off.”

“You don’t gotta say anything. Just listen, baby. Now let’s see…” Bucky’s hand starts to trial down your thigh, his lightly calloused palm being the perfect contrast from your smooth skin. “Your legs give every starlet on Sunset Boulevard a run for their money. So perfect and smooth. If I could spend every second of the day kissin’ em, I would. Hopefully, that’s in the cards for tonight. That’d make today an even better birthday in my humble opinion.”

You couldn’t help but comment despite your prior statement. “But my thighs-”

“-are absolutely incredible. You think I’m mad because you’ve got a little more thigh? The more, the merrier. Your thighs are absolutely delicious.”

His eyes trail down to your chest, taking it all in. “Is it too crude to talk about breasts in a motivational speech?”

You giggle in response to the question, “It might be.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, his eyes thoroughly entranced with the shape of your body as if mentally undressing you. “Oh well, I don’t care You’ve got the most perfect set of knockers to ever grace the earth. I know it’s impolite to stare but you’re my wife now, so I can admit that I proudly stare. I stare like an idiot to be exact.”

“You’re the only one I want staring at ‘em so that’s good. They’re all yours.” You can’t help but chuckle since your chest has always been something that keeps Bucky enthralled. He most definitely stared proudly and unapologetically even before the wedding ring got placed on your finger.

“If you thought breasts were too dirty for conversation, I’ll refrain from talking about pussy. Fits me like a fuckin’ glove. You’ve got the tightest, most satiny and gorgeous-You know what? We can save that for later on before I get distracted.”

“You’re too much.”

Bucky smiles not only at that response but also at the sound of your gentle laughter, “Wanna know what my favorite part of you is?”

“What?”

“Your heart, baby. I married the sweetest woman. I married the strongest woman. I married a girl that I want to spend the rest of my life with because she makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world. I’m walkin’ on clouds whenever you’re around. You bring the best out of me. You always know what to say. I’ll admit that sometimes I can be hard headed but you are always there. And I’d happily scream to the heavens that you’re mine. You ain’t anyone else’s but mine. Forever.”

You smile widely and take a deep breath. The reassurance and certainty of his words were exactly what you needed. Maybe you weren’t completely happy with yourself but the fact that you will have Bucky by your side through all of the tribulation, made a feeling of warmth and security spread throughout your body. It made you feel strong and fortified. “And I married the kindest, sweetest, most lovable man. Thank you, Bucky..for all of this. You really didn’t have to take time away from your birthday to lift me up like this , but you did it anyway. Now let’s spend the rest of the day celebrating you because that is what you deserve.”

“Then let’s go put that dress on, baby.” His voice is pure cuteness and it makes you swoon.

“Let’s put it on.” You smile and for the first time this morning, there’s a sense of hope and confidence in your delicate voice. Both of you stand up at the same time and Bucky runs a hand down the side of your satin lingerie, feeling the shape of your body. “Bucky, you aren’t even supposed to see this lingerie yet. I’m ruining the surprise.”

“This is what I have to look forward to later? All of this for me? Seeing it a little early doesn’t ruin anything for me.”

You reply, “But does not seeing me cry in it make it less sexy?”

“Not at all. Because when I take it off of you later, there’s gonna be nothing sad about it.” He shrugs with a smirk on his face, very confident in his statement. The two of you exchange a shared look of anticipation. Your mind wanders to the scene in question: coming home after the sun comes down after a day of festivities and having your husband on his knees, desperate to undress you. Eager to unwrap you like a birthday present and indulge in what’s his.

You’re taken out of these fantasies abruptly by a subconscious shake to the head: a habit of yours developed to help get back on task whenever you get whisked away by daydreams. You gesture at the blue dress still in its abandoned spot on the wood floor, “This is it.”

“Oh, it was right here the whole time? Let me help you, baby.”

Once you step into the dress, Bucky pulls it up your body as if dressing a doll. After putting your arms through the correct holes, you know that this is the final moment before it would be zipped up, becoming a showcase of your true figure. Unaware of your hesitation, Bucky takes the zipper and gently pulls it up, careful to not nip any of your skin. He then takes a step back to admire you and take in the beauty of the woman standing in front of him.

“You look absolutely stunning. God, you’re unreal. Do a spin for me?”

You do a quick spin and end with your arms wrapped around Bucky’s neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His lips are as soft as clouds but his desire for you is absolutely ravenous. You two move in a perfect rhythm with each other, going in for more and more as time goes on.

After a few minutes of kissing he pulls away and whispers in a raspy voice, “You had nothing to be worried about. I’m already thinking about taking it off of you but I’ll try to control myself.”

You smile at him, wiping some pink lipstick off of his lips with your finger. “C'mon we’ve still got a whole birthday to celebrate.”

“As long as I get to spend it with you, I’m the happiest birthday boy.”

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I hope you enjoyed. This was my first time doing a full length MOTA fic and it’s been a while since I’ve written something so it definitely took me out of my comfort zone. 💙

#masters of the air #bucky egan #john egan #mota #bucky egan x reader #john egan x reader #mota fanfiction #mota fanfic #masters of the air fanfic #masters of the air fanfiction #not proofread

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cw: angst, unrequited love, you and Levi have been friends for a long time

a/n: we are having heartbreak for dinner pals

“I’m right in front of you.”

You can’t look up at him— you don’t want to look up at him. It wouldn’t be fair for him to see that you’re the one crying even though he’s the one whose heart broken.

“I’m sorry.”

Why are you even apologizing? It’s meek, a sad attempt to bandaid your lack of awareness. It doesn’t even begin to soothe the rejection Levi is facing.

You can’t help but be a little upset too, you’re trying to keep your breathing even. You even imagine the box breathing technique he had taught you when he came over one night you were anxious.

“You had all this time, Levi”

“I know.”

You’re getting married. He knows this, but it’s not his fault his chest hurt and his eyes widened when he saw you in your wedding dress. He meant to keep his affection towards you completely platonic in the best way he could and he would have if he never saw you in your dress.

It’s not right, he’s had years to tell you how he’s felt. He knows this, but he can’t help the bitterness that builds in the back of his throat, harsh words threatening to spill because he doesn’t understand how dense you are. It has been so obvious to everyone except you, he’s frustrated at how oblivious you have been.

“I can’t leave him standing there waiting for me. He’s so kind, Levi, and his whole fucking family is waiting. My whole fucking family is waiting—so is yours!”

He doesn’t reply. He knows this would be the outcome, it’s the most logical. You wouldn’t ever break a promise so fragile.

Everything was fine until now. He planned your bridal shower, he planned your bachelorette party, he helped set up your fucking proposal, he sat with you through every heart break until you met Erwin.

It was him, it was all him.

“Levi”

“I know, it’s okay”

He makes his way over to the vanity where you were getting ready. Sees the necklace that his mom had given to you as a gift, you don’t need to know it was his idea.

He picks it up gently and places it around your neck, the pendant sits beautifully on your chest. He’s fidgeting with the clip to fasten it, the tiny lever difficult to move.

“I remember you asked me once after a break up you had in college, why was it so hard to find someone to love you.”

He hooks it on to the loop that he knows you like the majority of your necklaces on.

“I’ve been right in front of you this whole time.”

His fixes the veil in your hair. He places it so gently into the updo that his mom had spent so much time on. You wonder if she knew.

“I love you so deeply” he whispers, looking you over.

You’re his favorite bride, so perfect.

You start to cry. You feel the tears spill, unable to focus on anything expected his confession to you.

“Don’t cry. I had all this time right?” He pats your tears away with a tissue and gentleness that’s foreign even to himself.

He pulls you towards the door, it’s time.

You place your hand into the crook of his elbow, he promised to walk you to Erwin. You can’t help but begin to tear up again. Fuck, you said you weren’t going to cry.

To everyone it looks like you’re just extra sentimental; your closest and longest friend giving you away at your wedding would bring anyone to tears.

The music doesn’t do any good to drown out the thoughts in your head or to stop Levi’s confession from replaying over and over again.

When you’re walking down, everything is blury due to your tears. You start to wonder what would have happened if you had picked up on Levi’s feelings—if he would have told you sooner. Would you be happy walking to Levi instead?

You both stop when you finally make it to your soon to be husband. Levi let’s you go and Erwin takes your hand. You turn to look at Levi who avoids your gaze. It’s too much for him, truly. He already has to sit through the wedding of the one person he loves. It sends you into another bout of tears.

“It’s okay, I’m right in front of you, baby” Erwin is trying to be comforting when he says it.

You wish he would have chosen different words.

#levi ackerman x reader #erwin smith x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #snk x reader #aot levi #snk levi #aot erwin #snk erwin #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n #angst #levi ackerman #erwin smith

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alicewonderao3 · 11 months

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Marry Me

Title: Marry Me

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, reader, OC male character.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader, fem!reader x oc male character.

Summary: When it's finally the day of her wedding, after months of planning, why does she feel like she's making the biggest mistake of her life? Isn't every bride second guessing herself, even on her wedding day?

Warnings: None, just a bit angsty and then fluffy.

Author's note: I had the idea for this earlier this week, while I've been recovering from my hospital trip last week. I was inspired by a song, as usual, Thomas Rhett's 'Marry Me'. My muses said to write this and here it is. I have no beta, so all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine, and I just finished it, so let me know what you think.

The day of the wedding was finally here, sunny and warm. Everything was as it was supposed to be. My grandfather was preaching the wedding service and there were plenty of magnoila's everywhere. It was a small wedding, not too many people. But something didn't feel right. It had been this niggling sensation in the back of my mind for months.

My bridesmaids all told me I was crazy, that I was marrying the perfect man. On paper, Steve was perfect. He was tall, and handsome, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was kind and sweet. Sure, you were supposed to feel sparks, but it didn't always happen, right? My friends told me I'd be crazy to say no to his proposal, so even though I had doubts, I said yes.

I said yes, even as I felt that same feeling in my stomach at my engagement party and my bridal shower. I'd sometimes look down at my ring and my stomach would turn as if I was repulsed by the large diamond ring. My mother told me I'd be crazy to not marry him. But that feeling was still there, and it was even more present this day, standing in my wedding dress, pacing back and forth.

I couldn't get Aaron out of my head. Aaron and I had been friends for forever. He was an FBI agent, tall, handsome, and funny, with brown eyes that sparkled when he teased me and when he laughed. He knew my favorite color and the way I drank my tea. He knew everything about me and I knew everything about him. I couldn't get that night he'd almost kissed me before I met Steve out of my head, that night we spent walking downtown, how he'd paused in the park under that big magnolia tree, and how he'd almost kissed me. I'd never felt such sparks before, never felt so strongly before.

The sparks had always been there, but it was always a case of wrong timing. I remember when he was dating Haley Brooks, and I'd been single, and then I'd be dating someone and he'd be single. All of my friends were dating people, and getting married.

I was pacing back and forth when my dad walked in, a box in his hands. I recognized the tie-dye shirt wrapped around it, a shirt I bought Aaron one summer as a joke gift, but one he loved. It had its place of pride amongst the suits he wore as an FBI agent. Seeing it, wrapped around whatever gift he'd got me, was like a death sentence. It was like the ending of what could be.

I bit back my tears and hesitantly let my dad walk me towards the aisle, but the closer we got the more my nerves increased, and the more I sensed I was doing the wrong thing. I kept panicking and as the opening notes started to play, I took a deep breath and held my flowers and I couldn't do it. I stood there, as everyone stared at me. My eyes met Steve's at the end of the aisle and I realized, I loved Aaron. He loved me.

I glanced down at the large and gaudy ring I wore and met my dad's eyes. He gave me a concerned look and watched as I slipped the ring off, sliding it into his hand. "Tell him I'm sorry?" I said, and he nodded. Then, as everyone gasped, I dropped the too-large bouquet I didn't even like and ran out. I knew right where he'd be, and Dad had pressed his car keys in my hands as I ran out.

I drove there, speeding and praying I wouldn't get pulled over. His car was there, in the parking lot and I ran, faster than I'd ever run before down the paths, in my wedding dress, past people who stared at me until I stopped short of the tree. There he was, standing under the tree, looking wrecked.

He turned around and his eyes met mine. He held his hands up, a shocked look on his face and I started crying, shrugging as my hands landed on my face before I ran to him, launching myself into his arms, and he held me without question. His arms were strong and warm around me as I sobbed into his chest.

"What are you doing? You should be getting married," He said, his voice warm but full of shock as he held me. "I can't, Aaron," I whispered, tears thick in my voice. He was silent for a moment, as he pulled back to look at me. "Why not?" He asked, as one of his thumbs reached up to wipe my tears away.

"Because it felt wrong from the start. Because I'm an idiot for not realizing that I wanted to get married, but that I didn't want to marry Steve. It's you, Aaron. I've been in love with you for years now, and I'm the biggest-" But then his lips descended on mine, and I whimpered as he kissed me, holding me tight as everything suddenly felt right.

Kissing Aaron was like the final puzzle piece being fit into place. Everything felt right again. My world, which had felt so off-center in the months since Steve proposed, now felt right again. I pressed close to him, my lips remaining on his, until we both pulled away to breathe heavily. "I know I'm a big dummy and I should have trusted my gut and said no to Steve, but I'm here. I ran away from my wedding and I'm here."

Aaron hadn't spoken yet, he'd just been listening to me ramble and he pressed his hand to my lips. "Hey, hey," he said, his voice soft. "You're here now. All that other stuff, we'll figure out later. You were always a little slow on the uptake, but you got it. I love you." He'd whispered and I nodded, as I cried again. "I love you too, Aaron Hotchner. I'm sorry it took us so long to get our timing right."

He didn't say anything else, he just leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me like his life depended on it. I knew I'd have a lot of people to talk to in the next few days, but right now, standing here under the shade of the magnolia tree where I'd had my almost first kiss with Aaron, his lips pressed to mine, everything was right. As long as I had him in my life, things would be okay. I can handle whatever the world throws at me as long as he's by my side.

#aaron hotchner 💞#criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #angst and then fluffy

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maochira · 1 year

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Hii Mao, I really loved the love language writing you did before and wonder if I could request the same prompt with Sendou and/or Reo

Anyway have a good day/night😭

Thank you!!

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, not proofread

Shuto Sendou

Words of affirmation: This is Sendou's main love language. But not because he says "I love you" a lot. It's because there's something so special in the way he talks only to you. A special softness in his voice always with an undertone of pure love. He wouldn't even need to say "I love you" or give you any compliments, because the way he talks in day-to-day conversations to you shows enough of his love.

Acts of service: He's pretty average in this love language. There's not much that stands out neither in a positive nor negative way, at least regarding how he helps you out. But if you help him even with tiny tasks, he's super appreciative of that! He will try to make up for it in some way, even though you insist it's a natural thing for you to do.

Gift-giving and -receiving: Sendou loves to spoil you. A lot. And he loves being spoiled by you just as much! Most of the time you're taking turns when it comes to spoiling each other. Sometimes you have little joking-teasing arguments on who's going to pay when you're shopping or eating out together, and Sendou usually ends up being the one who wins.

Quality time: At first, Sendou didn't expect quality time to be this important to him. But then he started to crave having you even while doing regular daily tasks and he ended up missing you so so much all the time, he kind of rushed a part of the relationship and you moved in with him only two months after you started dating. And this ended up being a great idea! Both you and Sendou enjoy being together so much and you never get tired of each other.

Physical touch: Sendou is extremely touchy. No matter what you're doing, he always has to interrupt you at least once by hugging you from behind so he can get a kiss. When you're sleeping next to each other, he clings onto you as if you were a big plushie and he doesn't let go the entire night.

Reo Mikage

Words of affirmation: Reo showers you with compliments whenever he can. He also repeats how much he loves you over and over! He does that especially in front of other people so they can also know how much he loves you and that you belong to him.

Acts of service: Reo would do any task you ask him for. If you need help, he's right there. Most of the time he does the entire thing on his own even though you only needed him to help a little bit.

Gift-giving and -receiving: You'd probably expect gift-giving to be his main love language, but no. It's still a big one, though! Reo grew up getting everything he wanted which made him lose joy in the presents he received from his parents. This is why he doesn't want to spoil you too much. He doesn't want to overdo it so his gifts won't lose their meaning to you. When it comes to receiving gifts from you, Reo adores every single one! Especially handmade ones make his heart go crazy. He always gets obsessed with whatever you give him because he knows how much thought you put into everything.

Quality time: This is actually his main love language! No matter what you're doing together, everything counts as quality time to Reo. You could silently sit next to each other doing nothing at all and it'd still be the highlight of his day. Simply being with you and enjoying each other's presence is more than enough for him.

Physical touch: Reo doesn't notice how touchy he gets all the time. To him, it's just the normal amount. With others around, he always reaches for your hand to hold it or has one of his hands resting on your waist or thigh. But when you're alone he's constantly showering you with kisses and has his hands on your body. He also loves to carry you around a lot! Either on his back or in bridal style.

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art-sciencedesigns · 1 year

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hornwobble-bongobble · 1 year

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smut 💔💔💔

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"I'm home!" Kaveh said, closing the door. "Finally, I've been waiting." Alhaitham rolled his eyes and stood up from the couch.

"Kaveh? What happened?" Alhaitham asked, looking at Kaveh's soaked clothes.

"Oh it's nothing, not like I had to run all the way here in the pouring rain with no umbrella." Kaveh glared at the other and pointed at the empty umbrella stand.

Alhaitham frowned and sighed. "Sorry, Kaveh. Next time, you can come with me, or we can by another one." Alhaitham said as he grabbed a towel and handed it to Kaveh.

Kaveh glared at Alhaitham and snatched the towel from the other's hand. "Fine, but you didn't say sorry!!"

"Do I have to say sorry? It wasn't even my fault." Alhaitham crossed his arms.

Kaveh puffed his cheeks out and walked away angrily. This action made Alhaitham frown.

"I have an idea that will make him happy." Alhaitham smirked and followed Kaveh.

Kaveh was in his bathroom getting ready to take a shower when he heard a knock on the door.

"What do you want, Alhaitham?" Kaveh frowned, turning to the door.

"Can I come in? I'm sorry." Alhaitham said from the other side.

"No way!! I'm about to shower!" Kaveh blushed. "Can I shower with you?" Alhaitham asked.

Kaveh blushed more. "Fine...but don't do anything stupid!!" Kaveh said as he opened the bathroom door.

Alhaitham happily walked in and closed the door, staring at Kaveh the whole time.

Kaveh looked at Alhaitham with a confused look on his face. "Alhaitham, why are you smiling like that?"

"It's nothing, but I have an apology gift for you." Alhaitham smirked and walked closer to Kaveh, putting his hands on Kaveh's waist.

"Well, what is it? It can wait, we need to shower haha.." Kaveh said, blushing a little from Alhaitham's touch.

"You'll see~" Alhaitham said as he took off Kaveh's clothes.

"Hey!! Wait-" Kaveh was cut off by Alhaitham kissing him passionately.

Once they pulled away for air, Alhaitham undressed himself, picked up Kaveh bridal style, and walked into the shower.

Kaveh blushed and covered his face with his hands. "Dear, I want to see your face.." Alhaitham frowned and put Kaveh down inside the shower.

Kaveh blushed and slowly removed his hands from his face and looked up at Alhaitham.

His eyes slowly trailed down Alhaitham's body, admiring every detail he can spot. Soon he reach Alhaitham's crotch, and he couldn't help but stare at the other's length.

"Like what you see?" Alhaitham asked, making Kaveh snap back to reality. "Ah! Sorry- I shouldn't have been staring!!" Kaveh blushed and looked away.

Kaveh felt himself get hard. "Fuck..."

Alhaitham looked down at Kaveh's crotch. "Need some help? I still have to give you my apology gift after all."

"Your apology gift..?" Kaveh raised a brow and looked back at Alhaitham.

Alhaitham nodded and pinned Kaveh against the shower wall. This action made Kaveh blush heavily and look away.

"Kaveh~ I want to see your pretty face~" Alhaitham grabbed Kaveh's chin and made Kaveh look at him.

Kaveh gasped. "Fuck...Alhaitham...I want you in me already.."

"Needy are we now?" Alhaitham smirked, "I'll give you your gift if you beg."

Alhaitham took Kaveh's wrists in one hand and held them above Kaveh's head, his other head on Kaveh's waist.

"Fuck...please use me, Alhaitham!! Please fuck me until I can't walk for a month!" Kaveh cried.

"As you wish." Alhaitham smirked and forced his fingers in Kaveh's mouth. "Suck, bitch."

Kaveh nodded and started sucking on Alhaitham's fingers, swirling his tongue around them in the process.

Alhaitham couldn't wait any longer and took his fingers out of Kaveh's mouth and rubbed the other's entrance with them.

"Do I have your consent?" Alhaitham asked with a serious look on his face. Kaveh nodded as a response.

Alhaitham smirked and shoved two fingers in Kaveh's ass, scissoring him out.

Kaveh blushed and covered his mouth with his hand. "Kaveh dear, I want to hear you. We haven't even started yet."

Kaveh nodded and removed his hand. "Fuck...haitham..."

Alhaitham took his fingers out, wrapped Kaveh's legs around his waist, and lined his (whizz whazz pickle spaz) up against Kaveh's entrance, pushing the tip in a little to tease the other.

"Alhaitham!! Put it in already!!" Kaveh whined. Alhaitham rolled his eyes and shoved the whole thing in, making Kaveh gasp.

"Ah..~ fuck...Alhaitham!!" Kaveh moaned, already adjusting to the feeling. "You can move..now."

Alhaitham nodded and started at a slow pace to tease Kaveh. "Alhaitham!! Stop..teasing me!" Kaveh whined, wrapping his arms around Alhaitham's neck.

Alhaitham suddenly started going extremely fast, making Kaveh's eyes widen. "Fuck! Hah...Haitham~! Faster...!"

Alhaitham smirked and picked up his pace, hitting Kaveh's prostate.

"AGH! YES~! OH FUCK! RIGHT...RIGHT THERE..~!" Kaveh started scratching Alhaitham's back for support.

"Fuck...Kaveh...I love you..." Alhaitham grunted as he continuously thrusted in and out of Kaveh.

"Hah~! Fuck me harder..!" Kaveh eyes rolled back as he lifted his head up, the shower water splashing on his face.

Alhaitham groaned and went faster, hitting Kaveh's prostate everytime.

"NGH~ AH..~...FUCK....!" Kaveh moaned, tightening his grip around Alhaitham.

"Fuck...Kaveh...you're so tight..." Alhaitham said, stroking Kaveh's dick.

"I'm close...~!" Kaveh gasped, twitching a little.

"Hah...me too...let's cum together.." Alhaitham said, his thrusts getting more sloppy.

With a few more thrusts, Kaveh came on his stomach and Alhaitham's chest, while Alhaitham came inside of Kaveh.

"Fuck...my legs hurt..." Kaveh said once Alhaitham pulled out.

Alhaitham laughed a little and grabbed a bar of soap. "Sorry...do you forgive me now?"

"Mhm.." Kaveh rested his head on Alhaitham's chest.

"Alright, let's wash up now, okay?" Alhaitham played with Kaveh's hair a little.

"Okay..." Kaveh responded, still trying to calm down.

Soon enough, they both cleaned up and went to bed, yippee.

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