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Pathetic people also fall in love

WC: 7.3K (I’m so sorry it feels like with every fic I write more)

S: Eunseok is busy enough with his life, he has an 8-year-old daughter and is overworked at his job, he didn’t need to add another thing to that list, so when he puts the unused room in his house for rent, he expects his life to become easier, not to wonder why his tenant is so hot!

TW and Tags: Singledad!Landlord!Eunseok x Tenant!Plussize!reader, aged up Eunseok for the story, all consensual, mutual pining, smut, p in v, use of condom (poor Eunseok is traumatized after his first daughter), fingering, mentions of dacryphilia, fluff (I think near the end, if you don’t think so please let me know and I’ll erase it from here), they’re just two losers falling in love.

Comment: Hey guys, sorry for not having post much lately, this was actually first a Sungchan fic because an anon asked me for a Singledad!Sungchan, but while writing I thought wth this is my baby Eunseok and changed it. I want to clarify that this is not dark at all, so be careful if you go through my other fics because most of them are, I’m all soft since 119, still hope you like it!

You were the best tenant anyone could ask for, and Eunseok knew that, so why was he acting as if he was desperate to drive you away?

When you moved to the room next to him in his house he had his doubts, you were younger than him, which usually meant problems, like drunk boys out of his house throwing up on his flowers at midnight, or loud music when he tried to work, but he needed the money and the extra help, and when he interviewed you, you were relatively fine, a young girl that moved away for school and was more than eager to help around for a significant discount on her rent.

You were so fresh, a 22 year old student with the character of an older sister, and he liked that, you always paid your rent on time and made cookies on friday night instead of going out, you also took care of his daughter when he needed to go out in an emergency at work, only asking for some food when he came back, so you were a good girl and the best tenant.

He couldn't lie to himself, he liked you a lot, which made him feel pretty much guilty, because you were just a sweet young thing who hadn't discovered how the world worked, while he, even if he was still young at his 27 years, had gone through everything in a rush, from heartbreak to disappointment and frustration, perfectly knowing he shouldn't look at you the way he did.

He had too many responsibilities to let himself be swayed your way, he had an 8 year old daughter, an overworking job and too many things on his shoulders, and your presence had started to bring him problems, especially at night, when he dreamed of fingering you in the kitchen before breakfast to thank you for making his coffee, or you receiving him in the entrance wearing nothing but an apron with flour stains, and after you gave him a taste of your freshly baked cookies, he dropped to his knees to taste something even better.

He dreamed all that and woke up feeling more tired than when he went to sleep, and with a painful boner that wouldn't leave him alone until he came over the bathroom titles when he took his quick morning shower, thinking of you with him there, taking his length like the good girl you were.

He couldn't look at your face when you said good morning, the guilt making him blush to his ears, wishing he could go back in time and not let his impulses win over him, because he was sure you would feel repulsed if you ever found out what he thought about you.

For you, he was just your landlord, the older guy with a daughter that worked in a restaurant and brought you leftover pasta every now and then, nothing more, and he had to come around that.

But you made it so hard, making breakfast with your pajama shorts and the thin t-shirts that showed your beautiful nipples, bending down with that gorgeous ass when you pulled the tray out of the oven, or with the sound of you vibrator that woke him up at 2 am, with your little moans going through his wall and making him gulp before he decided to wait for you to cum to go back to sleep.

He could help you, he thought that every time he heard you, he could walk the five steps to your room and fuck you like you deserved, nasty and rough, telling you how good you acted that day, making his favorite dish for breakfast, or playing with his daughter until he came back home, "Such a good girl, don't you want to be my little wife? Such a sweet thing should cum over a real dick every night".

His cheeks became red, he shouldn't be thinking that, not before work where he could do nothing to soothe the need.

He rushed to the door, with his coffee cup in one hand and his daughter backpack in the other, she was already waiting for him in the entrance when you ran to them, were you going to give him a goodbye kiss? He wished.

"I made too many of them yesterday, take them for lunch" you gave him a paper bag with two muffins, he felt the sweet aroma of them through the bag and his eyes followed your lips when you talked again, "I already put one in her lunchbox, these are just for you".

He wanted to kiss you so bad, he didn't care that your hair was still ruffled from your night, or that you weren't wearing any makeup at all, he thought you looked fucking gorgeous in that moment, and he wanted to kiss you to say thank you, thank you for being so good, thank you for treating his daughter with care, thank you for everything you do for him even when you didn't need to.

"Okay" he said, and left.

"Okay?" Sungchan asked when he arrived at work and told him what he did.

"Okay" Eunseok passed his hand through his hair, exhausted with everything, with his 10-hour shift, his daughter telling him she missed him, and his body not being able to sleep properly because it needed his tenant.

"What an asshole, that sweet thing just gave you two of the best muffins in the world for free, she made your coffee and helped you get your daughter ready for school, and you say 'okay', not even a 'thank you'? Man, if I was her, I'd leave your pathetic ass immediately, doesn't matter how cheap the rent is" he grabbed one of the little pastries and was about to eat it when Eunseok snatched it from his hand.

"Mine" he said and walked away, making Sungchan scoff.

He didn't meant to be so cold, it was like his body was in survival mode, trying to save his feelings from getting hurt before he even got a chance to do something about them, it'd be too uncomfortable if things didn't work out, you were precious for him, and he didn't want to lose you, but if he kept acting like that, he wasn't just going to drive you off, but you'd hate him in the process, and he couldn't deal with the thought of you hating him, not like that.

That night, when he arrived from his shift, he brought pizza and your favorite drink.

He left them in the counter and walked to his daughter's room, the house was in silence, his daughter already sleeping in her bed and after giving her a good night kiss, he searched for you, you were nowhere sight, so you must be in your room, right?

When he knocked no one answered, where could you be?

You came out of the bathroom seconds later, with just a towel wrapping your body, your tits were overflowing from the grip it did to not fall and he couldn't help but watch you from head to toe, your uncovered shoulders, your soft thighs, even your pretty feet with red nail polish.

"Hey Eunseok, you're early today" you proceeded to tell him about what his daughter had for dinner and how she was sleeping already, and that you were waiting for him before you went out. Almost everything got lost in his ear, he was too busy watching your back and the drops falling down your neck.

"I brought pizza" was the only thing he could say.

"Thank you, I'll eat it after I come back" you closed your door before he could say anything more and, not knowing what else to do, walked to his room.

He looked himself in his mirror, his boner was showing in the reflection and his face was red, he really had a problem, so he took care of it while listening your soft voice singing on the other side of the wall, feeling like a pervert when he finished over his hand.

He changed his clothes for something more comfortable and went to the kitchen to eat a slice of pizza before bed, he was tired and even if he came back earlier than normal, his body was exhausted from all the nights without sleeping well.

He was just finishing his portion when you walked down, looking like a fucking angel ready to take him to the afterlife.

You were wearing a white flowy short dress, showing your beautiful curves and the full of your chest through the cleavage that made you look even more angelic.

But where were you going dressed like that? It couldn't possibly be...

Your phone sounded before he could ask and you ran to open the door, a skinny boy with long black hair was there, waiting for you with the worst resting bitch face he had ever seen, so different from your excited ear to ear grin, "Hi Wonbin" you said with your pretty smile, and he only gave an acknowledged nod in response. Asshole, he thought.

He couldn't say anything to stop you from going out, to scream how you were his and how that lanky boy couldn't give you what he could, he wouldn't appreciate you like he already did, because he didn't know how special and amazing you really were.

Eunseok, still in the same place, heard the door close and then a car starting outside, driving away.

He felt fucking pathetic looking at you smile to another man and leaving the house with someone like him, but maybe that little boy was better than him, even if he didn't like the thought, he could be younger than him, and not have a daughter, just a normal boy for his age, without the weight of thinking about the future, because he didn't have anyone who depended on his actions, just himself.

He closed the pizza box and grabbed a beer, such a pathetic loser, he told himself, having the girl he wanted so close and stopping himself from getting her, blaming his circumstances instead of the reality of him being a coward.

The night felt longer than usual, he used to think that nights didn't have enough hours to rest, and now, with you outside, he thought it felt endless.

He just needed you back home, to know where you were, and what you were doing, with him steps away, to know you were safe.

Hours passed and when the eleven-news started and some traffic accident showed on the screen, he heard a car park out of his place, recognizing your steps to the door. When you opened the door he saw you alone, with a sad look and your pretty hair different from when you went out, as if you tried to brush it with your fingers to look put together before you walked in. His blood wanted to boil at the thought of him touching a single strand of your hair, but he was too preoccupied with your face, what could've happened in your date for you to arrive like that? Was he the jerk he appeared to be? He knew that boy didn't deserve you, but at the same time he wished he was wrong.

"Welcome back" Eunseok said, giving you a small smile. You dropped your purse to the floor when you saw him, looking too exhausted to reciprocate the awkward greeting smile. He felt bad for you, you continued with the disappointed air all over you and he didn't know what to do to cheer you up, "there's still pizza in the kitchen".

You denied his offer, walking to the couch he was sitting, letting your body fall on the other side of it, leaving a big space between you.

You watched the news together for a couple of minutes, in total silence. He understood you didn't feel like talking, you went out after such a long time, getting all dolled up with a dress he had never seen you wear before and such uncomfortable shoes. You almost never went out like that, more into comfortable loose clothes, and around the house you never used make up. He still saw you gorgeous though, but Eunseok was different, he thought that when you had your hair up in a ponytail while cooking, or when you left his daughter use her toy makeup on you, and he loved to see you wearing that swimsuit when you played on the child pool with her, your tummy showing through the clothing and your full chest covered with a top that wasn't your size, it couldn't be your size, he swore that because every time you used it your tits were too much for it and the fabric was hanging on for its life over your body, which to be honest, was incredible hot for him.

And you did all that for a boy that couldn't even walk you to your door at the end of the date, he can't imagine what else did he do that night to make you come back home with such a disappointed look.

"How was the date?" He asked and sipped his can of beer, trying to appear nonchalant, like he didn't care, but he was dying to hear about it.

"It wasn't what I expected" you answered while taking off your high heels, he saw a little blister forming on your feet and he wanted to grab them and give them a well-deserved massage, he was dying to do something for you, but he shouldn't, so he did the only thing he thought would comfort you without him touching you, he passed you his beer for you to take a sip, which you did, you grabbed it and drank a big gulp of it, looking a bit more refreshed after, making him feel good with his choice. "He made me pay for the movie tickets" you continued.

Eunseok opened his mouth, not believing what you told him, he knew the boy was going to be a jerk, but to such extent?

"Yeah, I know" you said when you saw his surprised expression, making you laugh but from embarrassment. "I... I didn't know how to say no, we were already in the que, and I thought that maybe it wouldn't be that bad, maybe it was going to be just that and then he'd pay for the popcorn, I-I don't know what I was thinking"

Of course you knew what you were thinking. You didn't go out with him for the movie, you wanted to get laid, and he was the only one who had offered to go out with you after so long, you didn't have another choice.

You weren't an easy girl, you knew you deserved more, but since you had moved to Eunseok's house you felt more and more needy, praying every day for him to not notice how your thighs clenched when he was around you, or how you touched yourself when he took care of his flowers under the sun, the sweaty look of him was too much for you to contain himself, and you had fallen for various reasons, how he always took a few of his precious creations to decorate your room, how he always brought you your favorite pasta when it was on the daily menu of his restaurant, even how he made sure you were always comfortable around him and his daughter.

How could you not fall for a guy like that? So caring and sweet, and you lived with him, it was like torture to have his smell around you, his body, his warmth, and not be embraced by him.

The only reason you accepted to go out with Wonbin was because your friends told you he was going to be a good fuck, but the only nearly good thing that night were his guitarist fingers playing with your pussy during the movie, "for the ticket" he had said, but you honestly would've preferred the money. It felt good for a second, the teasing was hot, and you told yourself it'd get better, but when he took you to his car and to that dark place instead of a nice room and a comfortable bed, fucking you in his backseat and coming after a few thrust, all that after he asked you to give him head, pushing his fingers on your well braided hair, making a mess of it even when you told him you didn't feel like it, everything got boring for him and he drove you home in an uncomfortable silence.

You felt disgusting when he dropped you off and immediately drove away, leaving you there in front of the house, not even checking if you walked in safely.

The only thing you could think while walking those few steps to the house was Eunseok would've never treated me like that.

So, when you opened your door and saw him sitting in the couch, in front of the tv, when he should be asleep after a long work day, waiting for you, you wanted to cry, because he hates the news, and he would never watch them willingly when he could use that time to sleep instead.

You contained yourself and sighed, biting back your lip from quivering and showing how weak you felt at that moment, you were a big girl, and you couldn't cry every time something went wrong.

But you couldn't deny that you were also more vulnerable because of him those days, and how he was pushing you away when you tried to get closer, just that morning, when you gave him those muffins, it hurt you to hear the 'okay' came out of his mouth, it felt like you were being too much for him and he didn't know what to say to your advances anymore, and perhaps that's why those days he seemed in a worse mood, troubled with your presence near him.

When he offered you his beer you feel slightly comforted, how pathetic, you thought, a girl feeling comforted just because the guy who was rejecting her gave her a sip of his beer.

Some pop star was in a dating scandal and you couldn't care less, but you didn't want to leave, you wanted to be with him for more time, as long as he allowed you.

"Did you want to go out with him?" He asked after a couple minutes. You denied with your head.

He finished his beer, so he got up and walked to the kitchen, coming back with two cans and opening one for you, sitting slightly closer this time.

"Then why did you accept?" Some politician was talking about being honest on his campaign, what a bullshit, he would lie, just like you, a normal human being, has being done since you came to that house, acting like you didn't feel anything for Eunseok, and that everything you did was out of your heart, it partly was, but you did it more eagerly because you wanted him to look your way, to maybe see you different, not the young girl that rented the room next to his in his house, and if not an equal partner, at least some kind of comfort from his daily life, something to come back after his tedious routine and that could give him the peace he needed, just like he and his home did for you.

You decided to not lie anymore, if he asked you something, the least you could do was to be honest with yourself and with him, you didn't have long until everything spilled out of the glass already full of your feelings, and it would kill you to move away from him, his daughter, his house, and everything that had become familiar to you those months, but if you were still going to get hurt, you should be honest before everything went to hell.

You drank another big gulp of your beer before talking again, to feel more confident, "I wanted to get laid". He almost choked with his drink, coughing and looking at your direction to try to find out if you were making a really bad joke or you were telling him the truth.

You didn't look at his direction, some festivity was about to start in a few days and the city was getting ready for a festival, it looks pretty, I should go with his daughter before I move out, you thought.

Every day you had contained yourself from going to his arms, kissing his lips and asking for him to pay you attention had come to that, and you had resigned to leaving when he asked you to, because if before he was uncomfortable, now he was going to find you unbearable, and it would kill you to stay and see the place you called home crumble in front of your eyes.

Still, you had never felt so free.

He saw the decision written all over your face, you knew what was going to happen next, and he was afraid of the outcome, of what was going to happen if you ever left him, what would he do without your coffee? Without your laugh filling his house, without the smell of your shampoo all over the room after you took a long shower, or with the way his daughter had started to depend on you for certain questions, just, what would he do without you?

He wanted to come home after his shift to be welcomed by his two favorite girls all over the world, and he was an adult, he would get over it with time, but he didn't want to, he had already compromised with many things, with leaving college, with not going to friend's parties anymore, with only drinking beer once a week, with not being the first place in his life never again, he had already accepted too many things, and you leaving wasn't one of them.

"Well, you didn't have to ask another man when you have me right here" he couldn't process what he said, he just said it, his lips moving before he could think twice. You stared at him taken aback from his words, you expected him to call you dumbass or anything along that, but he was making clear you had permission to see him not like your landlord or just an older guy, but like a man.

Your eyes interlocked and the tension got thicker, both of you were closer without any of you noticing, shoulders touching, and when you moved your face slowly towards him, waiting for him to tell you he didn't mean what he just said, he tenderly grabbed your face and made you kiss him, erasing all distance between you, finally.

Your eyes shut and you kissed softly at first, tasting the lingering bitter flavor of his cheap beer, enjoying every second of it, until you whimpered on his lips, and he, reacting to it, tapped twice with the palm of his hand over one of your thighs, to signal you that he wanted you to be over his lap.

You let your weight fall over him and he loved the way he felt your ass flushing with his knees, his hands roamed all the way from your waist to the softness of your legs and followed the same trail back, addicted to the way your body, even being bigger than normal and nothing like he ever had in the past, felt perfect on his hands, as if you had been designed for him and only him to touch and indulge in.

The hem of your dress had rolled with your movements and his hands didn't help neither, trying to lift it up as much as he could to feel the plump of your ass.

"To the movies with a dress like this one? Tell me the truth, did he finger you with people around? don't you feel any shame?" He asked, making you rock your hips over his boner. You sighed on his neck, not daring to look at him in the face, shame creeping your red cheeks.

"Why do you say that?" You asked curious of his remarks, they were true, but how did he know?

"Because he's no better than me, and I'd have done it too", he made you look at him, one of his hands still over your ass and the other on your jaw, admiring you over him, his glossy eyes were all over your face, from your flushing cheeks to your lips with the mild cherry color of your lipstick that was almost completely removed by his kisses "you're too pretty, no one would be able to resist" he said, lips finding your again, kissing you deeper, wanting to satisfy the part of him that had been screaming for your mouth every day until now, as if it was possible to ever calm it.

You started to blush even more, embracing him with your arms around his neck to kiss him better, and after a couple of seconds, when he let you breath and hide your face on his neck again, licking his lips and still making you bounce with the strength of his hands on your waist, moving you to his liking, his bulge perfectly touching your clit under your panties, you nodded to his past question, Wonbin did finger you, and you did feel shame, but with him, with Eunseok, you were sure you'd have let him take you right there in front of everyone and you'd have said thank you when he finished with you.

"I'm sure he fucked you, did he fuck you in his car? He doesn't look like the kind of boy who takes you to a nice room to give you what you deserve, I'm sure you couldn't even cum once with him, this sweet thing needs to be taken care of by someone who can handle it, someone like me" he whispered that to your ear, biting back his groans and making fun of you trying to hide your soft moans, adding to that the way you nodded to everything he said, he felt exhilarating, wanting to tease you even more, wondering what would happen, would you cry for him to stop? Or even better, would you cry for him to not stop?

The thought did things in him, and as a result, his thumb touched your pussy over the fabric of your panties, fumbling around it to feel how wet you were getting, making you moan louder than you expected, sensitive after being teased before but not finding the satisfaction you needed.

You supposed it was that, how Wonbin played with your pussy just hours before, you didn't think it was probably from all you went through for months, hiding the way you needed him, or how you played with yourself thinking of him behind your door, everything accumulating and being too much for you in this moment, the cathartic minute in which you finally were feeling his body against you, his aroma as close as you begged past nights, and his hands prying the place that suffered his absence the most.

"It hurts" you cried, begging for him to touch you directly with his hands. The air in the room was hotter and your untouched skin was burning. Your hips moved perfectly over him and he imagined himself making you lie on the couch to fuck you until you screamed, he was in pain too to be honest, too many nights needing you almost made him weak, but he wanted to enjoy it as much as he could, in case it was the only night he'd have the privilege of having you, to never forget you in case what you had decided for tomorrow didn't include him.

He kissed you again, he couldn't take you there, on his ugly old couch, he had to take you properly, like you should be treated, "I know baby, I know" he said, eyebrows frowning and breath hitching from getting closer to his orgasm, he had been too painfully untouched and sure you were the same, asking for each other at midnight, each of you in their own rooms, praying for the other to do something about their desire, "let's go to my room, okay? I know you can do it for me, I need to touch you more, and for you to be comfortable in every moment of it, my precious baby"

You wanted to tear up of how good he talked to you, giving and asking for compassion at the same time. For him, you had earned the right to be treated like that, to demand it from him, working hard and giving parts of you he didn't ask for and hadn't realized he needed until you came into the picture of his dull and exhausting life, making it brighter and more bearable every day you spent together.

You didn't want to move, so close of your first orgasm over his lap, but he clapped his hand over your thighs, telling you to move away from him "come on angel, I know you're a good girl, you heard me, let's go" you were a good girl, his good girl, so with the pain of your heart, and your clit, you moved out of his lap, letting him drag you by the hand to his room. The path was short, just the staircase and a couple steps to his room, but the way he was showing you his back, making you walk as fast as him to get to his bed, made your pussy throb. This was happening, really happening, and you smiled feeling content.

When both of you arrived to his room, a secret place you had never been able to set a foot in before, door always closed, you sensed the last line between you both blurring, because nothing, not even an earthquake, would make you get out of his bed tonight, you'd receive everything you had been yearning for, and you'd be grateful at the end, in case he only accepted you one time.

He kissed you again against his door, making you stand on your tip toes to meet his mouth. Your chest was touching his and you were dying for them to touch directly, without any fabric stopping your nipples from feeling his hard chest, even if he didn't train that much anymore, you had seen him come back sweating after a morning jog every sunday, waking up at 6 AM to come back with your favorite bread freshly baked.

While kissing he made you walk back to the bed, pushing you over it and taking off his shirt to then go back to his duty over you.

His mouth couldn't leave you alone, and groping everything he could with his hands and rutting his erection over your pussy, he made sure your lips, and your tongue, were focused on him.

"Please, I need more" you told him, tired of not feeling him on your skin.

He didn't answer you, two of his fingers found your clothed pussy and pressed your underwear, sensing how wet you were under his fingers, a big warm spot was formed, and he decided to not tease you anymore over it. His palm went under your panties, and if over your panties he felt you wet, now you were dripping. His hand was quickly covered on your juices immediately, making him groan, how could he tease his baby so much when she was suffering like that?

"Fuck, I’m sorry angel", two of his fingers found your hole and started to play with you, fucking you without problem because of how wet you were, and you received him like all the time, making him feel welcome with your warmth.

Your body was shaking under him, hands on his chest touching his skin, trying to grasp as much of him as you could, slightly pushing him away of how good he was working you with just with his fingers, but without the force to actually do it, it was just your body reacting to him, because you really wanted him to be closer.

"Wait-" strangled words wanted to come out of your mouth, he was so good with his hands your eyelids were fluttering and the only think you could see in the dark room, with the little light coming through his curtains, was his grin watching your pussy take his fingers, and his arm making that possible.

Two fingers became three and his hand started to fuck you more, like trying to find something inside you, fingers in and out on scissoring movements, until you started to cry louder and leak over his hand, making him feel proud of his work, "that's right baby, come on, cum all over my hand".

You had your first orgasm, making a mess on his hand and your panties, it was uncomfortable to keep wearing them, wet and sticking to you, so he took them off, making you lift your legs to take them. You didn't know if he could see you in that darkness, but he could, your pussy glistening was impossible to ignore, and the image in front of him was everything he had been dreaming of for months.

He took of your dress too, enjoying the view even more, you weren't wearing a bra, and your tits jumped in front of him, gravity making them fall a bit to each side of how big they were, so fucking hot.

His mouth went to your little buds, tongue flicking over one and grabbing the other, and exchanging the work between each of them after he thought it was enough attention to one. They were so soft under his hand, skin overflowing his grip and making him think maybe I should die here, because there was no place more comfortable than there over your beautiful chest.

"Eunseok, please don't tease me" You cried under him, you had watched him so concentrated on your chest you didn't want to distract him, but the pain on your pussy was becoming too much for you, and you were still leaking all over his grey sweatpants.

"Such a crybaby" He smiled, pulling down his sweatpants and his boxers, just enough to free his cock and put the condom he had on his nightstand, he wanted to fuck you, but he had already learnt his lesson, he wanted to take care of you for a long time, to fuck you many more times. He slapped your pretty cunt with his length, enjoying your little jolts. "Sorry, it's because you're the prettiest girl, I couldn't contain myself" he said, pushing his dick over you, simulating the way his cock was going to fuck you in just a second, you opening your legs even more without you intending to, all so he could be closer to you "I'll give you what you want, don't worry" he kissed your forehead to take your attention away from the tip of his dick sliding through your hole, but it was so long he still had you squirming under him, even with all the preparation, you felt him stretching you like no one had done before, "You're dripping all over my bed, it's because of me or him?" He asked after his cock made a wet sound when he finished pushing it into you.

"Uh?" You couldn't process his words, too lost into the sensation of his cock inside you, fucking your guts, so deed the only thing that went through your mind was fuck me, fuck me.

"Who made you like this, me or him?" He repeated his question and you realized who he was talking about, Wonbin, and even if he had fucked you, he was nowhere near Eunseok.

"You, Eunseok, just you" you cried, his hips had stopped for a second to hear your answer, and when he heard the desperation on your voice, he understood you weren't telling him just what he wanted to hear, but the truth. Your nails started to mark his back and he, because of the intensity of the moment, didn't feel it, too concentrated on the sensation of your walls accepting him so easily, something uncommon for him since his length was bigger than normal, but of course his little angel would do it without problem, you were made for him, and he had no intention of ever sharing you again.

His hips moved again, pulling as far as he could to dive all in, making your tears drop one by one of how good you were feeling, you felt high, like touching the sky, and with each trust he took you back to earth, to that room, demonstrating you how the only thing you needed to feel complete was him.

Your heart was racing, you could hear it beating on your ears, but you didn't know what was that you were hearing, his cock making you ignore anything else that wasn't him and his groans.

"Fuck, so tight, has no one been taking care of you since you came here? I'm sure your little toy doesn't compare" he asked and the rhythm of his hips increased, his cock pushing deeper with each thrust. "Were you thinking of me when you used it? Did you want me to hear it so I could go to your room and fuck you?" You shook your head, you used it because you were too horny after spending time with him, and just the image of him coming back home with his white shirt and his ruffled hair made you crazy, he always looked so stressed you had to resist the temptation of dropping to your knees to suck his cock when he told you your daily good night, your mind only repeated I'm here, please use me!, and without being able to receive anything from him, you had to rely on your toy.

You wanted to talk and tell him everything, but no coherent sound came out of your mouth, your insides were being so fucked any function in your mind had shut down, focusing only on your pussy and the pleasure he was giving you.

You couldn't talk and that frustrated you, making multiple tears fall down your cheeks, sobbing at this point. Your hands didn't want to let him go and you tried to hug him and get him closer to you, but you were crying so loud he had to stop to check on you one second, to make sure you were okay.

He looked at you worried "what's wrong baby? Am I being too much?" He caressed your cheek with his thumb and cleaned the strand of tears.

You denied, focusing all your mind into talking again "feels so good, please don't stop". He stared at you for a long time, appreciating your face and your body, trying to get all into his memory to never forget how beautiful you looked at that moment, crying for him and his cock, begging for him to not stop.

He didn't know what he would do if he couldn't fuck you again, if before he was deep into you, now he was in a place that had no escape.

You moved your body under him, trying to get the same feeling from seconds ago, making you forget everything again, making you forget who he was, who you were, and what would happen after you both finished.

"You have no idea of how much I fucking like you" you wanted to say me too when he talked, but his hips had started to work you again and you could only moan loudly when you tried to talk, so you decided to bite your lip to stop being too noisy instead. "I'm sorry baby, I know you want to be loud, but we'll get in trouble" you nodded, understanding why he said that. He put his hand over your mouth and kissed your temple while fucking you, pushing you to the same abyss he was in, needing more of your juices to make a mess over his bedsheets, to let your smell linger around him for more time.

The way he was looking at you was something you'll never be able to forget, something you had never seen before, no one, in all your life, had stared at you with such intensity, full of need and possession, like screaming mine, mine, mine, and you couldn't correct him, he was right, you were his.

Your walls clenched around him and he let your mouth free to kiss you again, his tongue had intruded into your mouth, stealing the little air you had and making you even more dizzy, mind scattered all around the room like your clothes, pushing his dick in a more erratic way, not calculating so much how and what to push, just feeling.

"I'm so close, cum with me angel, fuck" his hips were practically punching yours, making the sound of both skins clapping so dirty you felt yourself tightening just with it. You nodded, both of his arms were on each side of your head and your hands held onto them, trying to not fall wherever you felt you were about to, as if he was going to push you, with him, into some state of clarity you had never experienced before.

He did push you into something new, the orgasm was so hard you lost yourself for a second, mind becoming black and eyes rolling for a long moment, your heart and breath completely stopping and toes curling into the bed, feeling his cock throb inside you while some liquid leaked out of your used pussy.

He brought you back to reality with soft kisses. His hair was sweating over your forehead, and you felt his skin sticky against yours, but you felt complete, after so much time, you were where you should be, in his room, on his bed, with him and only him.

He let his body fall over yours, squishing you with his size, his cock was still inside you, and you didn't want him to move, he could stay like that all night if he wanted, you'd never ask him to move.

Sadly, he moved apart minutes later, when both of you had regained their breaths and your hand was caressing his broad back. He lifted himself, still between your legs, pulling his dick out of you to remove the condom, making you whimper a protest. He laughed quietly, looking down at you, such a needy baby.

He walked out of the room and you started to get doubtful, was he going to regret everything you had done? You loved every second of it, you didn't want to be apart from him ever again, but maybe... Maybe he just needed some release.

Your eyes started to get wet, you always thought you would be satisfied with one time, but you became greedy after feeling his touch, and one time would never be enough again.

He came back minutes after, you heard his steps, but you didn't turn back to him, afraid of what he would tell you.

"Angel, I brought you your tea, have some before you sleep" he touched your shoulder and made you look at him, when you did, he gave you the softest smile and moved a strand of your hair out of your face. You wanted to cry again, touched by his treatment.

You drank some of it, still fresh and cold, while he cleaned you with a wet towel between your legs, so you could sleep more comfortable.

Then, when you gave him the cup, he tossed the used towel away, and, after leaving your cup over a couple of his gardening magazines on his nightstand, he made you cover yourself under his bedsheet, lying next to you, accepting your hug into his arms and giving you a goodnight kiss on your forehead, erasing all doubts from your head, because he'd never be able to give up on his little angel again.

#riize x plus size reader #riize x reader #riize smut #eunseok x reader #eunseok smut #eunseok scenarios #riize imagines #riize scenarios #plus size reader #chubby reader

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chosoisamalewife · 27 days

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I’m already gone

Character: choso x m!reader, yuji x reader (PLATONIC)

Warnings: character death! SPOILERS FOR 259

A/N: This wasn’t requested, just sort little something because I love pain 😭✌️

A/N: GOJO NEXT

A/N: THE TIMELINE IS DIFFERENT TO MAKE IT FLOW BETTER.

🎵Listen to already gone by sleeping at last🎵

Growing up in the world of sorcery, you were taught that curses were evil. They were ugly and were the most vilest things on this earth, but then you met him. Choso, a hybrid between a curse and a human, and he was beautiful. He was introduced to you as yuji's half-brother. You were erie of him at first, not understanding how could a curse be good. Even if he was only half, over time, you and him grew closer. You began to see he was more human than anything. He had more humanity than most humans. His soul and everything about him were beautiful l, even during the moments he didn't feel beautiful. Those moments were he cried into your chest, that he was a monster. You never understood how he could think that. The love that he showed you and his brothers was love that monsters couldn't possess.

He was the best thing to ever happen to you. He was kind and gentle to those he loved. He cherished and projected y'all like his life depended on it.

You were currently out of fighting during an injury. Choso told you not to stay awake waiting for him to return, but you never listened anyway. It always ends with him coming home to you asleep on the couch. This night was no different. One moment, you were lying there watching the tv, and then the next, you were asleep. It was a beautiful, peaceful dream. You and choso were at the beach enjoying the waves and the sun. It was empty there as if it were only you and him on the earth. No other soul, no curses, no fighting just each other

He was chasing you around the beach, the sound of yours and his laughter being music to your ears. Then, all of a sudden, he stops and just stares at you. The action caused you to stop in your tracks too. You took a breather for a second before walking up to him. "Hey, what's wrong?" You brought one of your hands to his cheeks, caressing the apples of them gently. He nuzzled against your hand slightly before bringing his hand up to yours.

"Nothing is wrong, this is perfect." He smiled so gently at you. He cupped your cheeks, his hands bringing your lips to his. He kissed you so softly as if you were the most fragile piece of glass. Then he pressed his forehead against yours. " I love you," He whispered to you. "You couldn't have loved me better, thank you." He pressed longing kissed on your head.

You let out a little giggle, "There's no need to thank me, silly." His arms rested around you and slowly caressed you back

“I know, I just wanted to also so you don’t forget.” You could hear his voice break a little bit

“Cho don’t get sad on me baby, we’re happy and plus you’ll be back soon and we can do nothing but be with each other” He nodded his head at your words. You quickly escaped from his grasp and started running. “Now come get me lover boy”You yelled back, it caused he to start chasing after you full force.

You were awakened from your slumber by a knock at the door. It was yuji. He looked distressed, and he was crying. "Hey, are you okay." He quickly shook his head, and his lips started quiver. You quickly brought him into a hug not rushing him to get his words. He was sobbing into your shoulder. You could barely make out the words he was saying, but then you heard a broken "I'm sorry" and "choso"

"What?" The world felt like it stopped spinning and had begun to crumble around you. Your chest felt heavy, it felt like you could get air into your lungs. You pulled away from the crying boy and walked slowly to the couch you were previously sleeping on. He followed you in and set on the couch with you. You deep breaths, trying to keep your composure.

"I'm sorry, he sacrificed himself for me. I didn't know he was going to do that. Everyone keeps dying around me, and I can't do anything to stop it. It's all my fault." He barely gotten through his words with the hiccups and the crying. You gently pushed his head onto your shoulder.

"It's not your fault yuji. Choso was selfless, he would do that thousands and thousands of times again even if he knew the outcome. Which he did, and that's why he did it." Your voice was breaking and cracking, but you just gave him a soft smile trying to comfort the young boy.

Eventually, exhaustion hit yujiand he slept on your couch. You laid alone in the quiet room, the only noise were your wails. The pillows that still smelt like choso were soaked with your tears as you held it tightly to your body.

"Wake up, you have to wake up. This is just a nightmare, you'll wake up." You spoke to yourself in between your wails of sorrow and pain. In reality, you knew the truth. This is reality and he was truly gone. He will always be gone

I ADDED YUJI AND READER COMFORTING EACH BECAUSE THAT POOR BOY NEVER HAS TIME TO GREIVE AND HE DESERVES SOME AND COMFORT

BYE Y'ALL ✌️😭, I HATE YOU GEGE

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x male reader #male reader #choso #jjk #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk x reader #choso x male reader #jjk choso #x reader

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pigfacedbitch · 10 months

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Comfort

summary : what would your boyfriend do if you had a bad day at work/school?

word count : 0.7k

type : headcanons

pairing/s : Modern! Gwaine / Merlin / Arthur (Soldier, Poet, King😂) x Reader

warning/s : asshole bosses / professors lol

here is my masterlist!

Note : Why is life so tiring? Sometimes, I just want to lay down and sleep. Slight NSFW on Gwaine's part .

Gwaine

Gwaine is evidently high-spirited but pouts like a kicked puppy when he sees you sad.

He may be a little unfamiliar with comforting someone but he knows that having fun can revive someone's soul so as a way to comfort you, he will offer a night of distraction and pleasure (I know what you're thinking and yes, you are right 👀).

From here, it depends on what you want to do. Gwaine will enthusiastically go with the flow.

You want to stay at home and play games? He will gladly lose to monopoly, uno, scrabbles, or any board games you want to play.

Gwaine is also a reliable player two in online games and will shout with you when another player is performing poorly.

"How can you miss that shot?!"

"What my love said, you muppet!"

Want to watch a movie? A pillow fort with your favorite movies, snacks, and soda coming right up!

Warning though, if you want to go out and party, don't. As loveable as he is, Gwaine is a party animal who has little self-control. He WILL get drunk before you and you have no choice but to drag his ass back to your home.

Last possible activity? Doing the deed. Might fuck the stress and sadness out of you until all you can remember is how good he made you feel, just saying. Anyways, enjoy! 😚

Merlin

This sweet baby boy will serve you like a queen, no joke.

Merlin will immediately know you had a bad day as he welcomes you in your shared home, already wrapping his (big and strong🫢) arms around your tired body.

He won't say a word but you'll know that he offers comfort by how tight his hug is, slowly soothing your hair, and gently kissing parts of your face.

"What's wrong, love?"

And boom! Here comes the waterworks. He will let you cry and vent as he leads the two of you on the sofa, lying comfortably there until you are done.

You might even take a short nap. Merlin doesn't care if you covered him with tears, drool, or snot; as long you feel better.

He will wake you up with your favorite home-cooked meal prepared on the table then taking you to the bathroom for a relaxing bath.

There would be scented candles, bath bombs, mellow music, skin care products— the whole nine yards. And no, you don't have to move. Merlin will do everything for you unless you want otherwise.

He will give you a massage on the bed after that, saying words of encouragement and support.

If you ask him to use his magic, he will. He will show you anything you want; from the wonders of the world to the vast beauty of the cosmos.

He hates using his magical abilities on you but as you fall asleep in his arms that night, he whispers a spell that will surely give you good dreams and an even better sleep.

Arthur

Let's face it, Arthur can be... oblivious at times.

Unlike Merlin and Gwaine, it will take a little longer for him to realize you feel like shit.

The Pendragons are very wealthy, and it sometimes compensates for the other qualities they lack.

He may not be as cheerful as Gwaine or provide you a satisfactory service like Merlin, but he can give you anything you want.

You want to go to another country? The private jet is ready. You don't even have to pack a bag, Arthur will buy new clothes for you.

He will let you choose the hotel you'll be staying in and book all the activities you want to do such as tours in the wildlife, scuba diving, spa days, and many more.

You want comfort food? The best chef in Albion will be brought to your home at once, paid heavily to cook whatever food you fancy.

You want materials things, jewelries and dresses? Even stationery? You got it. Arthur doesn't care how much you spend, he's practically your sugar daddy. 😂

If you just want him by your side, he will let you hug him like a koala bear to a tree and listen to your complains.

However, watch your words or the people you mention. Because Arthur will see to it that they will be dealt with, money comes with influence after all.

"So that's why they are being overly nice to me!"

"No one messes with the love of my life."

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msmk11 · 3 months

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In the Evenings

James Potter x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 791

CW: None besides tooth-rotting fluff

Summary: Evenings with James, particularly after a bad day

A/n: Howdy :) Here's a short little blurb today about our lovely Jamie. This is 100% self-indulgent because it's already been a long ass week and I want nothing more than to be cuddled by James Potter

James Potter’s favorite part of the day is going home. Sure, he loves his work and getting to see his friends during lunch, but as they always say, home is where the heart is. And James’ heart is with his beautiful, wonderful partner, who, always arriving home from work shortly before he does, awaits his arrival anxiously. Though he may be teased by Sirius, Peter, and Remus for being whipped, James is never sorry for the quick goodbyes as he rushes to the floo to return home. All he wants to do is hug and kiss you. To intertwine legs at the kitchen table while you share your days over dinner. He imagines the steam that fills the bathroom due to your hot showers, and how he’ll brush his teeth for a solid ten minutes, just to hear you sing along to the music playing on the tiny, portable radio. He hopes to lay in bed and watch as you move through your extensive skin care routine, and scold him for not doing the same. He’ll hold your hips as you straddle him and smear a series of lotions and serums across his face. And as the night comes to a close, the two of you will lay face to face, inches apart, minty breaths mixing as you share secrets like little kids at a sleepover. When your voice begins to soften, and your pretty little eyelashes start to flutter close, he’ll pull you close, wrapped into his arms and kiss your forehead. In your dreamful sleep you will sigh softly in content, and he hopes things will never change.

So like any other day, as soon as the clock on his desk flips to five, his paperwork is shuffled into a semi-neat pile, his wand is waved once to rearrange his unorderly desk, and James takes long strides past his coworkers to the floo network. Taking a sizable pinch of floo powder, he throws it into the crackling fire and gives directions to return to his cozy cottage in Godric’s Hollow. It is a whir of flames and momentary heat, before James stumbles out of the fireplace into his own home. He wipes his slightly sooty shoes on the rug before the hearth, remembering your many reprimands about dirtying the “precious” carpet.

“Honey, I’m home,” he calls out dramatically.

But instead of being met with a laugh or an excited exclamation of his name, he is met with silence. The kitchen too is quiet and empty, with the delightful smell usually wafting from the stove noticeably missing. He assumes that perhaps you arrived home late, and are merely upstairs changing, and didn’t hear him. But as he climbs the stairs to your shared bedroom, the hall is dark, except for the soft daylight shining through the windows. He calls your name but receives no response.

It is so quiet he almost misses it, but from his bedroom James faintly hears what sounds like a groan. Walking into his bedroom he finally finds you, his missing partner, sprawled across your shared bed face down. Noticeably, you are still in your work clothes, and your shoes are not far from your dangling feet, making him think that you instantly flopped into bed on your arrival home.

“Darling, what are you doing?” He asks.

“Sleeping” you groan.

“Didn’t know you could sleep talk” he jests. Sitting down on the bed beside you, he runs his hands up and down your back.

“I do now” you mumble.

Gently James grabs you by the shoulders and flips you over on your back so that he can look at your face. You squeeze your eyes shut and grumble, “whattttt?”

“Darling, what’s wrong.”

You sigh and slowly sit up, “Really long, terrible day.”

“Awe baby I’m sorry” James sighs. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

You pout your lower lip, “cuddles?”

The raven-haired boy quickly scoops you up into his arms and pulls you onto his lap. He persistently peppers your face with kisses, urging a small giggle out of you.

“There’s that smile,” James grins. “Wanna talk about what happened?”

“Ugh, not really. It was just one of those days where everything goes wrong y’know?”

He strokes some of your stray hairs out of your face as he nods. “Well, now the day is over and you’re back here with me. So why don’t we just relax. I’ll phone in some pizza and we can take a nice, warm bath hmm? Watch your favorite movie too?”

“(Your fav movie)?” You ask, perking up.

James lets out a low laugh, “Of course, just for you darling.”

You give him a happy peck on the lips and then snuggle deeper into his chest.

“Comfortable?”

“Mhmm.”

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter fluff #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #the marauders era

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tinytinyblogs · 11 months

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Chan In Love With You

Love

(n.) Giving the last piece of pizza no matter how much you want it.

Stray kids Masterlist here

Chan had been overworked for so long that he was starting to feel the effects. He was stressed, everything was a mess, and he felt like he couldn't handle it anymore. That night, he tried to avoid his studio because it was just too much for his brain. He decided to go for a walk to get some fresh air.

As he was walking, he stopped at a crosswalk to wait for the light to change. As he was looking down at his phone, he caught a glimpse of someone standing next to him. He looked up and saw you.

Chan couldn't believe his eyes. He was standing in the middle of the street, and time seemed to have stopped. He was mesmerized by your beauty. He couldn't take his eyes off of you. He watched as you turned to look at him. Your eyes met his, and he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. He smiled at you, but he was too nervous to say anything. He didn't want to come across as a creep, especially since you had just met randomly on the street.

You smiled back at him, and for a moment, he thought he was going to faint. He had never felt so flustered before. He wanted to talk to you, but he didn't know what to say. He was afraid that he would say something stupid and make a fool of himself.

Chan couldn't stop thinking about you. He went back to the same spot on the street every day, hoping to see you again. He would wait for hours, just to catch a glimpse of your beautiful smile. One day, he finally worked up the courage to talk to you. He said hello, and you smiled at him. He asked you if you were going home after work, and you said yes. He walked with you, and you talked for hours.

Chan learned that you were a kind, intelligent, and funny. He was falling in love with you, but he was too shy to say anything. He just kept walking with you, day after day, hoping that one day he would be brave enough to tell you how he felt. In the meantime, he took baby steps to get closer to you. He would let out a small "hi" every day, and then he would ask you how your day was going. He would compliment you on your clothes or your hair. He would make you laugh.

Chan was surprised to find how comfortable he felt around you. He could talk to you about anything, and you always knew how to make him feel better. You were a good listener, and you always had a kind word to say. Chan started to open up to you about his life. He told you about his dreams, his fears, and his struggles. You listened patiently, and you never judged him. You just offered your support and understanding. Chan started to feel like he could be himself around you. He didn't have to pretend to be someone he wasn't. He could just be himself, and you would accept him for who he was.

Chan was sitting in his studio, humming to himself as he worked on a new song. He was pouring all of his feelings into the music, and he was feeling really inspired. He was clicking away on his mouse, adding in new chords and lyrics as he went. Chan didn't really pay attention to what he was writing. He was so focused on the music that he just let the words flow out of him. He didn't even realize that he was writing a love song until he was finished. When he read the lyrics, he was surprised to see that they were all about you. He had been thinking about you so much that he had subconsciously written a song about you.

Chan changed a lot after he met you. He used to be overworked and stressed out all the time, but you helped him to see that he needed to take care of himself. You told him that he was important, and that he needed to take some time for himself. Chan listened to you, and he started to take better care of himself. He started to get enough sleep, and he started to eat healthier. He also started to exercise more. Chan's mood improved dramatically. He was no longer stressed out all the time, and he was always in a good mood. He especially loved seeing your face, and he knew that he could always count on you to make him laugh. He was finally able to enjoy life, and he knew that it was all thanks to you.

Chan knew that he couldn't just tell you how he felt. He had to do something more. He had to show you how he felt. So he decided to create an album for you. He poured all of his love and passion into the album. He wrote the songs, he produced the music, and he even designed the album art. The album was a masterpiece. It was a collection of love songs that perfectly captured Chan's feelings for you. The songs were beautiful, the music was soulful, and the lyrics were heartfelt.

It had been a few days since you had last seen Chan. He didn't show up in front of your apartment, he didn't send any texts, and he didn't walk you home. You were starting to get worried. You knew that Chan could be overworked. You hadn't heard from him in days, and you didn't know if he was okay. You wanted to text him, but you were too scared to. You didn't want to bother him if he was busy. But you were also worried that something might be wrong.

Chan missed you a lot. He missed your smile, your laugh, and the way you made him feel. But he knew that he had to finish the confession album first. He wanted to give you something special, and he knew that the album would be the perfect way to do it. After two weeks of hard work, the album was finally finished. Chan was so proud of himself, and he couldn't wait to show you. He waited until the time you finished your work and went home. He stood there in the same spot where he had first seen you, and he smiled when he saw you coming.

You were so happy to see Chan. You had been looking forward to this moment all day. He apologized for not being able to come earlier, and he said that he had something for you. Once you and Chan got into your apartment, he handed you the album he had been talking about. You didn't think much about it at first, but then you saw the title: "My Confession." You opened the album, and you saw that it was full of love songs. The songs were all about you.

You were stunned. You couldn't believe that Chan had written all of these songs for you. You listened to the first song, and you were immediately hooked. Chan's soft voice was perfect for the song, and the lyrics were so beautiful. When the song was over, you looked up at Chan. He was standing there with a smile on his face. "It's all about you," he said. "I'm so glad I met you that day. You changed my life, and I can't imagine my life without you. Please be mine." You smiled back at him. You knew that you had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Chan hugged you tightly, and you kissed him. You were so happy to be with him, and you knew that you would be together forever.

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lemonlover1110 · 2 years

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Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Toji is utterly is in love with you

Warnings: Pure Fluff

*Cute drabble because most of the Toji stuff I write is either heartbreaking or pure filth

Happiness. Toji has truly never known happiness. But tonight as you guide his feet, his hands on your waist while your arms are over his shoulders, he couldn’t be happier.

He can only focus on the beauty of your eyes, the spark that’s in them. You look so helplessly in love with him. And if that’s you, he can’t begin to imagine how much of a fool he looks like. He firmly believes that he loves you more than you love him.

He can’t fathom the thought of your heart beating rapidly, as if it’s about to beat out of your chest just at the mere thought of him. Because there’s nothing special about him, but you on the other hand– You’re the woman of his dreams.

He’d never thought he’d find this kind of love. He can’t believe this is his reality. Sleeping alone and cold each night was his reality, but now you warm up the bed. Your melodious laugh, better than any song, filling up the room as he makes some dumb joke. He says the dumbest things ever known to man just to hear your laugh.

“Are you real?” He asks, his eyes shifting from his feet to your face. He doesn’t want to step on your feet, but at the same time he can’t stop looking at you. Your beautiful face. Your gorgeous eyes. Your jaw-dropping smile.

“I am. Do you need me to step on you to confirm it?” You joke, making a chuckle leave his lips. Anything you say can make him laugh– Or cry. You make him so emotional. So weak. Toji would call any other man weak for being so sensitive, but now he understands as he holds you.

“I need you.” He mutters, almost inaudible. It would’ve been drowned out by the music that plays in the background if you weren’t attentive to his every word. He can’t bring himself to say it out loud because he finds it pathetic. Depending on someone else for happiness and stability.

But any fool would understand if they got to hold you for a minute or so. To feel the softness of your lips on theirs. You look at the eyes that go soft for you. The spark that’s in your eyes doesn’t compare to the one that’s in his’. “I need you too, Toji.”

He brings his head down and presses his forehead against yours. He presses his lips against yours. It makes the biggest smile appear on his face. Your kisses are a source of happiness. No. You’re a source of happiness. All of you.

“I love you.” He says. He stares at your eyes for a minute straight, taking in all of the beauty behind them. Until he hears a cry, and he quickly apologizes, “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to step on you.”

“I know, honey.” You respond, holding back a tear because it isn’t easy when a grown man steps on your foot. “And I love you too.”

This is the reason he’s alive. Holding you and dancing with you like this. He didn’t quite get the feeling at first, but now he does.

You continue to guide his feet, his hands on your waist while your arms are over his shoulders, he couldn’t be happier. Toji now knows and understands this feeling. Happiness.

#toji imagine #fushiguro toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji fluff #toji x y/n #toji drabbles #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #i love this man sm

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sweetlypunk · 8 months

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LAST KISS. — DICK GRAYSON

it was a broken love you never thought you’d lose. dick grayson just became another ‘last’ in your life. inspired by last kiss from taylor swift.

You laid in your bed, past midnight with the moonlight filtering through the window into the darkness of the room. Looking at the wall as tears fell down, wetting the pillow with salty water, you remembered nights like this with him. Looking at him as you lazily smiled at him, the look on his face so hypnotizing, him whispering sweet nothings in the space between.

what happened? How did all that went away? How did I love you became a whisper in the atmosphere that left as a fever dream?

You’ve always loved the rain. The sweet fresh smell of the water on the pavement, as the final droplets fell. Looking out the window and enjoying the show of a shower outside while you stayed in the warm from inside; the warm he would provide. Going out holding his hand mid july, as the rain fresh air hit your face and you breathed in the smell. Your boots fell in time with his, both walking aimlessly through the park as you feel his heartbeat against your ear when he puts his arms around you, pushing you towards his chest to leave a kiss on your head.

But all that fades away when the rain roars past the window as you sit in the living room floor with the clothes he left at your home. Looking outside knowing you don’t actually know anything at all. Wondering if he would be thinking of you; realizing you have no idea how to be something he will ever miss.

what if you were always just a passing love to him?

Because you’d never imagine it would end like this, or that it would end at all and you would be left missing bits of him.

Because you remember going out with him, the swinging of his step as he followed the music. The life of the party who loved the attention, showing off again as you roll your eyes with a smile on your face. He would grin at you as he softly held your hand, pulling you in even when you’re not much for dancing. But that didn’t matter because for him, you would always follow in.

Because you liked his strong grip, his hands on your waist, holding you in. His confident handshake, when he met your father. You loved how he walked with his hands in his pockets, pouting when you didn’t let him hold yours in there as well. How he would kiss you when you were in the middle of saying something, you frowning at him when he went to peck your lips again. There is not a day in which you miss such rude interruptions.

But now you watch how his life goes through pictures, scrolling on your phone and watching him now dance alone—or more like dancing without you—showing off. You watch what everyone posts, guessing what pictures tell. Watching him from afar as you used to watch him sleep—soft breathes as his arm held onto you, raven black hair falling delicately on his face. You feel him forgetting as you used to feel his breath on the back of your neck. You keep up with the old friend group, the team, hoping to get a scrap of information of how he is, hoping it’s nice where he stands. Still wishing him the best no matter what.

You hope the sun shines down on his skin, a beautiful day waiting ahead. You hope he feels the daylight bath him and he is reminded of you. That when he goes out into the sunny day, sunlight burning his skin, he sees something that reminds him of you. Like how you would go walk to the park and you would close your eyes, letting the light delicately caress your face as you look up, feeling warm in de the sky. How he would look at you and snap a picture as you turned and grinned at him, looking at his crazy baby blue eyes that made you feel so safe. You hope he will be reminded of you and realize you are not there, making him think how much he wished he had stayed.

Because he can plan to make a change about the weather, he can plan to make a change about the time. He can look at the cloudy sky and come with something better, and he could look at the clock and plan to save time. You could guess he would always change the day and time, but you never planned for him to change his mind.

To change his mind about you.

So you’ll go and let him go. Mascara smearing down your face as you sit on the hardwood floors with his old clothes on. Tears falling as waterfalls because the only thing you’ll ever know is that you don’t know how to be something he’ll ever miss.

You never thought that you’d have a last kiss, that dick grayson’s lips would graze yours for one last time. You’d never imagine that your history would stop so abruptly and you’d end like this. His name forever marked down on your lips.

Just like your last kiss, his voice became a ghost in your ears. Just like your last kiss, his breath became a scar on your skin. Just like your last kiss, his watercolor eyes became a haunted dream.

Just like your last, Dick Grayson was forever the name on your lips.

#i love a good old dick grayson angst #i was sick writing this btw my frustrations had to go somewhere #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #nightwing x reader #dick grayson angst #nightwing #sweet writes

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intuitivesef · 1 year

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A message from your future lover

Pick a card reading

Don't second guess yourself when choosing a card. Trust your intuition.

Take what resonates, leave what doesn't

Masterlist

Moodboard. Dividers.

Pile 1:

Hello Pumpkin! 🎃,

Today I finally got into the university I wanted. Right now I am working on finishing my masters, I’ve been focusing on engineering. I really wanna get my PhD in engineering so I can have a better career in the near future and of course to spoil you when we meet. I hope you don’t mind cookies, I love baking and I do it as a hobby. When I bake I feel as the world is slowly sinking away and my fingers are creating a masterpiece, oh! That reminds me, I am also an artist so I hope you’re aware that you will become my muse as well. It’s a big thing for me because I don’t actually do things like this but lately every time I look at you…well, I just want to draw you into a renaissance painting or something of Mozart. Yes yes I know he’s a musician but I’m talking about the beauty of his classical music and that’s what I see with you. Anyways, I have a lot to say but I’ll keep them for the future and for me to speak about it to you that is if you don’t mind. Anyways, take care my lovely dove. I’ll see you then. ❤️

Your one and only future prince/princess

ʚɞ

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Pile 2:

Heyyyy prince/princess,

Hiiii, okay so guess what?!!! I finally and I mean finally graduated from college!!! Whooo!!! 🥳🎉🎊🎁🎈🍾. I’m so happy right now because now I finally get the opportunity to have my dream career EEEEKK. Anyways, well actually not anyways, I mean I’m always so excited with everything actually I’m sorry for rambling on I can’t even think properly where were we? OH right!!

Okay, I’m sorry—I just wanted to say that I love you very much and I’m sorry this is a short message and I’m sorry that I’m so hyperactive but that’s because I suffer with ADHD/ADD. You gotta forgive me baby, I’m sorry. Oh crap, shit shit, I’m sorry I’m rambling on again. UGH. Sigh, I’m really sorry.

Okay I finally calmed myself down. I was getting very anxious about this but anyways, I just wanted to let you know if your feel down in any shape or form to always know that I am here for you even though we don’t know each other yet. I just wanted to let you know that your loved because I’m madly in love with you—hey did you know that? I’m literally and I mean literally in love with you. Actually it’s kind of crazy. I just can’t get enough of you. OH CRAP I FORGOT TO FINISH MY MESSAGE—right! And if you feel alone know that I’m by your side because we both can feel the connection and I feel it very strongly so you need to stop doubting your intuition because its pushing me away and I don’t want that to happen because i really do love you and I need you because i just-yeah I just really love you. Kind of crazy about you but not obsessive like those weirdos. I mean seriously those weirdos are creepy you know? How can you be so possessive and controlling over someone like that? Geez Louise anyways uh I rambled on once again. Man I’m so sorry. I just want to keep going but i shouldn’t. Till we meet again. 🤪Angel, stars, galaxy. That’s your nickname by the way and you will understand in the near future.

Cya, don’t wanna be ya, I’m sorry I’m joking. Peace.

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Pile 3:

Hey, hi, hello, what’s up baby girl/baby boy, captain,

So today I got a new sick apartment, I mean it’s all that jazz you know? The cool comfortable movie theater chairs with a nice tv. My bedroom comfortable as hell. The kitchen lookin’ fancy and shit. The whole shabang. Anyways, enough to talkin’ about my apartment, I was kind of curious about where you would be staying when you get here you know? I was thinking you could just sleep on my chest or lap wink wink. Both meanings if you catch my drift. And no I’m not sorry for bringing it up. But yeah, I’m an affectionate person with a poker face you know it’s kind of hard to find girls/guys who like me n shit. People think I’m fucking weird and crap but I swear baby girl/baby boy I’m not. Promise it. I promise and hope to die if I’m lyin’. Now now that’s a big step you know what I mean? Like I’m putting my life on the line for this promise n shit and I’ll do it again just for you baby. Just for you, my devilish and handsome prince/ beautiful princess.

ciao (goodbye), bunny

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magickcandie · 7 months

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Brian May x Fem!Reader

Brian May was a talented songwriter. He wrote many songs for Queen, but there was always something so melancholy and sad. That was until he met a woman that became his muse, his inspiration, the love of his life; Y/N L/N.

On many occasions, Brian wrote a song about you. The first time, he went to his band mates during the making of Sheer Heart Attack.

“I’ve written a new song!”

“Sing it for us!” Freddie said, eager to hear the music.

You were in the studio that day. He pulled out a guitar and started to sing.

I love she makes me She is my heart She is my love She is my love

I know you're jealous of her She makes me need She is my love She is my love

You overheard conversation about it yesterday among the rest of the band. Firstly, they decided Brian should sing the song on the record. Secondly, they were talking about interpretations.

“Sounds entirely fictional. Maybe some sad war story.” Roger shrugged.

“Sounds sad. Maybe it wrote it about death when he was in the hospital.” Freddie said.

“I think it’s about Y/N.” John said. You looked up at him. “Maybe he uses the death and war feel to make it about if he died and leaving her.”

You frowned but not at John’s statement which was beautiful. Just the thought of Brian dying was scary.

He had written the song when he had gotten Hepatitis, but the fear of Brian’s death was terrifying beyond measure.

In 1978, you had fought with Brian. It was really surface level, but you and Brian were both to stubborn to apologize. So you had broken up. But it didn’t change the fact that Brian still loves you and decided to write a sad (and slightly backhanded) song about you.

It was Roger that called you just to hand the phone to Brian. They all knew you’d hang up if you heard his voice first.

“Hey, Y/N.” He said ever so quietly.

You could imagine the frown and sad eyes he wore so comfortably. “Brian.” You didn’t mean to sound as exasperated as you did.

“I wrote a new song about you. It’s going to be on the Jazz record. If you decide to listen to it, it’ll be called Dreamer’s Ball.”

It took some time for Jazz to reach your record store but once you saw it, you were quick to purchase it. It was a lovely album.

I used to be your baby Used to be your pride and joy You used to take me dancing Just like any other boy But now you've found another partner You’ve left me like a broken toy

It's someone else you're taking Someone else you're playing to Honey, though I'm aching Just know what I have to do If I can't have you when I'm waking I'll go to sleep and dream I'm with you

So take me, take me, take me to the dreamer's ball I'll be right on time and I'll dress so fine You'll love me when you see me, I won't have to worry Take me, take me, promise not to wake me When I'm singing it's all been true

‘What d’you say about that, hey, honey? You got to take me to that dreamers ball I’d like that’

It was lovely. That next morning you were calling Brian, praising him for the song (and the album) and apologizing over and over and the same about him. Brian came over later and spoke of how the song came to be.

You enjoyed doing things with each Queen member. With John, you loved to go to discos with him. And what better than to drag Brian with you.

John had disappeared somewhere in the crowd, dancing. You swayed next to Brian who sat by the bar.

“Please, Bri. Come dance with me.”

“I’m not much of a dancer, love. Go find Deacy, and dance with him. I’m better off here, not spoiling your night.”

You tried to convince him with an opened mouth kiss, before taking his hands into yours and taking him to the dance floor.

You smiled wide at him, putting his own hands on your hips and dancing along with him. You kept him distracted by kissing him and whispering in his ear.

It was the next week that you stumbled across the song. You could tell if was still a work on progress but it was about your night out with him.

I'm not invited to the party Been sitting here all night I'm all alone at the party I don't feel alright Ain't got no black coat Ain't got no tie I gotta shape up now Come on baby you gotta know why

Take off! Dancer, dancer I can't live with it, I'm gonna die without it Dancer, dancer Ain't no doubt about it Dancer, dancer Why don't you kick off your dancing shoes And come and ride with me? Cool.

You're the life and soul of the 'funktion' It took me all night To get hold of the right introduction Blew me out of sight I taste your lipstick I look in your eyes You feel fantastic My body cries

What you didn’t expect was Brian to present the song to the band. John was just accepting that Brian was willing to write music for Hot Space in general. Roger just said “I like it.” Freddie went on to tease Brian and yourself.

“I love you, Y/N L/N. You’re my inspiration, my light, my life. I’d do anything for you.”

“And I you, Brian May.”

#brian may #queen band #brian may x reader #request #ask

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danses-with-dogmeat · 11 months

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B is for -- Benny Gecko

Aaaaand here is the prompt for the good ole Ben-man himself! He's always a fun challenge to write for with his... expressive dialogue, lol. And this was no exception, but again, I think the randomized aspect of the prompt was being nice to me 😅

Anyway I hope you all enjoy!

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

Pair: Benny x g/n Six

Dialogue Prompt: “Remind me when I said I needed your help?”

Word: Believe

Rating: SFW

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.4K

“Baby?” Benny’s sleep-sore voice passed through the fabric of the lightweight bed sheets as he turned to face his partner in the darkness. “What you up to?”

Six continued readying themself, the sound of shuffling bags, of zippers being pulled up, and buckles being done rang through the casino hotel room.

“I’ve been up thinking all night, and, it's time. I've gotta just… end this.”

Benny sat up at that, one hand wiping at his tired eyes as a confused expression settled upon his face.

“End… what? This early in the a.m.? Angel, you must be guzzlin’ moon juice or somethin,’ you thinking about doing anything right now. Sun’s not even awake yet, what right have we got to be kicking around at this nocturnitus hour?”

“I didn’t say we, Benny. You can stay here, I just… I can’t sleep thinking about this. Haven’t been able to for days, since we found out about House’s army in that bunker, about the dam and Caesar’s reinforcements coming in and the NCR President… I’ve just gotta do something about it now. Before it’s too late, before it’s out of my hands.”

Benny blinked at them, the wheels in his head beginning to turn, still only processing half of all they said, but operating suitably enough for him to spit out a response.

“Sure, yeah, sounds like a dream, sweetie-pie. I’d love to shove a stopper in it all too, just be able to stay here and make sweet music with you all the time. Get Yes Man fired up, override or delete or whatever it takes of that mummified millionaire and get our names up in lights, but… Can’t just be done in one night– ahem, morning. It’s morning, again, I forgot, cuz the moon is still dreaming up there..." Benny shook his head, sleep still tugging ceaselessly at his eyelids as he patted the still-warm spot beside him with one outstretched hand. "Why don’t we follow its lead, hm?”

The bed shifted as Six took a seat at the foot of the mattress, and Benny found himself scooting closer, wrapping a hand around their waist and leaning one cheek on their shoulder.

“Hmm, takin’ my advice for once, lovebird?”

His head shifted as Six sighed, rising and sagging along with their shoulders.

“No.” They told him simply, and Benny’s chest gave a pathetic little ache. “I can’t sit by and do nothing as war threatens all of New Vegas.”

“We won’t be doing nothing, sweetcakes.” His hand rubbed over their back, in an attempt to smooth their ruffled thoughts through nothing but his touch. “Everything’s close to ready, an’ we still got the chip. House can’t do jack without that shiny piece of platinum, which means we’re in control here. Just waiting for the opportuneous moment, when our own tin-can-pal can safely transfer power over to us. Then, baby, then we make our waves, ya dig?”

“Just because House can’t do anything with his underground nightmare, it doesn’t mean Caesar and the NCR are gonna sit and wait. Something has to be done about them now.” They stood up, wrenching their waist out of Benny's hold and leaving him to catch himself from toppling over where he’d been leaning against them.

What the hell about what I’m saying isn’t getting through that cranium of theirs?

Evidently, it’s a thick cranium, that, he knew from personal experience, but…

Still, Six should know better than to run off like this, like chasin' wildflowers in the wind. As beautiful as the thought of it was, in reality, it was always gonna slip through their fingers.

They may be the fated courier who held the platinum chip, and his main squeeze, both were hefty titles, but they still could never hope to stop this war all on their own.

“So, what about tonight brought all these plans and schemes of yours to the head of the table?”

Six zipped their rifle bag closed definitively, and he heard another sigh leave them.

“It’s not just tonight, Benny, I told you. It’s been weeks, and I just… I can’t take it any more. I feel like they’re gonna make their move any minute, and I don’t want to be a waiting duck.”

“That’s a weird way of putting it, sugar.” He scooched all the way to the end of the bed as he spoke, letting his feet swing over and hit the carpeted floor. “‘Sitting duck’? Wasn’t that it? What is a duck, anyhow?”

“Benny–”

“Dollface, just hold on a jiff.”

“No, Benny. I told you. I’m leaving, you can’t stop me.” As his eyes adjusted to the dim of the room, and as pale sunlight began to lighten the blackout curtains hanging from the windows, Benny could see the way they swung their bag over their back and made to leave with a stubborn sorta purpose.

They could never hope to stop this war... On their own.

“I ain’t gonna try and halt your moves, baby. If you’d listen, I’m about to tell you I’m coming with ya.”

He stood up, and started towards the cabinet where he kept his suits. Benny didn’t need to look their way to know that Six was pinching the bridge of their nose, or maybe flaring their nostrils.

He just does that to them, and he knows it.

Doesn't mean they don't want him tagging along though. Deep down.

“Remind me when I said I needed your help?”

Deep deep down.

“Don’t gotta say squat for me to know you want it. May not need it, that’s not really what I’m sayin’, but sure as nuka cola bubbles, you want it. Even if you don’t know that, I do, baby.”

Six rolled their eyes at him. As he pulled on his clothes swiftly though, he found he didn’t much care.

He does that to them too, he supposed. He has since they met him. Well, met him the second time, that is.

“You really want to help me?” He expected there to be more humor in their inquiry, but no, it had more of a genuinity to it. Real curiosity bled through their words, and a lousy sorta feeling made itself known in Benny’s gut.

“Look," He sighed as he paused his dressing, letting his button-up hang down half-done. "I know, so far, in this outfit I been about as useful as a deck of cards with no aces, or a brahmin with no legs, but baby, all you done for me? The dream we share? Never found a bloke or broad I could relate to more, never found someone to take me as I am the way you have, even through all the muck and grumble I’ve put you through.”

Benny approached his partner once he’d pulled his iconic suit jacket over his shoulders, and grasped either side of their arms in his hands, pulling them close to look them in the eye.

“And while I don’t like to analogize myself with the slimy, no good Robert House, I too, am a businessman, whether I like it or not. Got the dress here to prove it, too.” He gestured with one hand down at this checkerboard suit jacket. “And if I owe somebody a debt, I aim to pay it forward, ya dig?”

Six bit their lip, looking away from him briefly before one hand reached out to touch their chin, drawing their eyes back to meet his.

“An’ I owe you diamonds and pearls for all you done on my account. But I ain’t got all that, all I can say is… believe me. Believe that I wanna help you, that I’m gonna. And believe that I believe in our dream. Our New Vegas.”

His hand on Six’s chin rose to boop them on the nose affectionately, and despite their determined look, a smile escaped them, passing right through to Benny as he reflected their relief at his words.

“Alright.” They sighed, for the umpteenth time this early morning. “I’ll believe you, baby.” They leaned forward, and Benny grinned into it as their lips met his in a chaste little kiss.

“But for the record,” Six said as they pulled away, much too soon by his account, “You’re no businessman, Benny.”

“No?” He turned his head to them as he finished buttoning up his shirt, moving towards the bedside table as he did, where his Maria laid in waiting.

“Nah, you’re a conman.” Six practically giggled, and Benny couldn’t find the words to argue. He could only take his gun in hand, and follow them out the door they both set off to change the fate of the Mojave.

#2k event #2k celebration #secret event #fallout #fallout companions #fallout new vegas #fallout new vegas companions #benny gecko #benny fonv #fallout benny #benny x six

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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 1 year

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endless summer days | kylian mbappé

🍑 synopsis: a one shot about long letters, warm days and old memories. warnings: pwp, fluff, nostalgia. (wc. 1k)

Dear J,

You asked me to write about my favorite memory, so here it is. Please forgive the vulgar language and the dirty details, but this is me trying to honor those days.

That was the summer of ‘23, somewhere in northern Italy. I was in the middle of my twenties and was deeply and crazy in love for the first time. Looking at the world with rose colored lenses, everything around me was beautiful. Every flower smelled amazing, every stranger seemed nice. Indirectly, I was also in love with the world. I loved the weather, I loved the food, the music — It was paradise.

If I close my eyes I can still see him in front of me. Kylian, forever truly the man of my dreams — it was our first vacation together and I was so so happy.

Ultimately, I always wanted to be happy. At the very least, to experience a great and significant amount of time feeling nothing but happiness.

But I won’t bother you with stories about those days, when I wondered and waited.

You already know about that.

You asked for something nice this time.

Well, the good days came. I grew up. After my first year away from home, living in another country, working in my dream job, I finally got what I wanted — It was late June and it was already the best summer of my life.

“Good morning, handsome!”

Kyky still had his eyes closed, but I could tell he had woken up already.

That Lakefront Villa had become our private heaven. The days passed slowly.

“Goodmorningprincess.” He mumbled, face pressed in the pillow. Still, I could hear him smiling.

We’re both still tired from last night. Still a bit hungover from all the wine.

“What do you want to do today?” Kylian turned to face me, eyes still closed, smiling softly. He blinked a few times, the sunlight was fighting the curtains and rushing us to wake up.

“Let’s have a lazy day!” I whispered to him and he laughed.

“You always say that, I don’t know why I asked.” Finally staring at me, he brought me closer to his body, kissing me all over my face. Arms around my waist, humming in my ears. “Good morning.” He kissed my nose. “Good morning.” A kiss on my forehead. “Good morning.” A peck on my lips.

My laughter echoed in the suite.

“Your hair smells like peaches.” Kylian said, pressing his nose on the top of my head and I just couldn’t stop giggling.

“You washed it last night, don’t you remember?”

“Did I really?”

“Yes, baby.” I grabbed his face with both of my hands, he looked genuinely surprised, having forgotten our midnight antics.

“Help me remember last night.”

He was on top of me, looking mischievous, I still held his face. He never looked more beautiful. Kylian pressed another peck on my lips and then another, deepened the kiss. He then looked at me again, saying.

“I remember this part.” He had his hands on my breast, holding me with adoration, pushing his waist into mine. “But I forgot what happened after.” His sly smile always gave him away. “Help me remember.”

“What about hiking?”

“Hiking?! What?”

Kylian stopped abruptly, his confused face made me giggle as I hid my face behind my hands.

“You asked me what I wanted to do today.”

“Oh…” He signed and shook his head. “I don’t think so. I like your first idea better.” And he went back to kissing me.

We stopped bothering with putting clothes to sleep by day two. It made the mornings so much easier.

I remember feeling so warm under his palms. Warmer than the Italian sun. He made me burn.

“Kiss me.” I begged, his mouth already on mine.

“I am kissing you.” He continued, his face never an inch away from mine.

“Harder, Kyky.” I begged, again. And he applied. He wanted to please me, that’s what made him burn, the knowledge that he could make me melt. So Kylian kissed me harder, pressed himself harder on top of me. “You don’t have to finger me.” I warned him as I felt him lowering his hand on my body.

“I don't have to?” He raised his eyebrow. “But I want to.” His fingers entered me and I moaned, like I always did when he was inside of me. Loud. Louder than our giggle, louder than the sound of the friction of his fingers in and out of my wet core.

“You’re so good to me, Kyky.”

“You really think so, princess?” Kylian laughed, teasing me, two of his fingers holding me open as he stared at me, his other hand preparing himself.

“Please, let’s go hiking today.” I kissed him, silencing his laughter.

“Yes, okay. Of course, anything you want.” As he agreed, he entered me fully. Our bodies becoming one. At that point we were sweating so much I was daydreaming about showering together, maybe I could convince him like the night before – convince to wash my hair with that same peaches shampoo. I started to daydream about him doing it every day. We reached the peak of our pleasure together, as it was our habit during that entire summer.

And we did ended up going hiking that day. We got lost for around 20 minutes and Kylian made me swear we would never do that again. Back in the crowded Villa, the sky orange, the sun still shining bright in the horizon, we had dinner with our friends.

Once again eating way too much pasta and drinking way too much wine.

“Let’s just stay here. Forever.” I asked him before we went to sleep that night.

I understood the importance of those times as I lived them, desperately trying to hold myself in those moments, trying to stop the time.

But the clock kept ticking and everyday the sun would rise again and everynight it would go down, like it was mocking my useless attempts at freezing time. And then it was gone. We went home. A man never crosses the same river twice and I’ll never be that young woman again. But we’ll always have Italy.

Love, A.

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nidianddeepspace · 3 months

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Falling Asleep (Next to the One You Love)

❥ Xavier x OC ❥ An OC remembering loving moments with the Star Baby ❥ naps with your beloved, longing, angst ❥ College/University AU, the (my) MC and Xavier as University Students

Finding herself beside a sleeping Xavier, a young woman becomes intensely aware of her feelings...and how difficult it is to confess them.

It happened between studying for the Contemporary History and Technology final and the Calculus final exam. The last thing I remembered was the two of us sitting on the bed, books cracked open, a monotone voice teaching various math formulas via the video playlist playing on my laptop. We were listening to them while "discussing" what type of questions to expect on the history exam. I told you that the professor uploaded a outline of what to expect online. You reminded me of how that same professor loves to trip up students with questions nobody expects.

The moment I opened my eyes, those memories became nothing but a blur. Instead, I was greeted with by the silent stillness of my dorm room, dark save for the streaks of moonlight coming through the blinds and the hallway lights peeking in at the bottom of the door.

I felt your presence immediately.

We were side by side, huddled together within the constraints of my full sized bed. The moment I saw you there, my sight sharpened, and my breath caught in my throat. You were lying there, still, fast asleep, blissfully unaware of how wide my eyes were or how much my face tingled, or how my heart would burst forth from my chest, my racing heart hitting the sheets with a sickening splat.

You had...that much of an affect on me.

"Xavier..." I spoke your name so quietly, I wondered if I'd said it at all.

Even as I tried to retrace the steps that led us to this moment, my eyes couldn't help but drink up the sight of you. I wanted to brush away the platinum locks of hair that dangled too close to your eyes, but I didn't want to wake you. I wondered what sort of dreams you could see within those soulful blue irises of yours. My mind was in a whirlwind. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't figure out how we ended up asleep in my bed. You were always sleepy and were notorious for taking naps at any given moment, even sleeping upright in the middle moving from one class to another. But for all that impromptu napping, we were wide awake and ready to have a productive study session.

How did we get from calculus formulas and troll questions on a scantron to this?

"Xavier..." My voice was a little louder, but still a whisper. You stirred for a moment but promptly went back to sleep.

I was captivated by you. Your quiet, rhythmic breathing was as stirring and musical as any classical symphony. You were always beautiful to me, but in that moment, you had never been more beautiful. Keeping my feelings for you bottled up inside was as difficult as bottling a single moonbeam in a jar. I wanted nothing more than to press a tender kiss against your forehead, wishing you the sweetest dreams. I wanted to wrap my arms around you and keep you close all night, allowing the quiet melody of your breath and the harmony of your warmth carry me into the sweetest dreams. I wanted you so badly to mine that it hurt.

Never was my secret love for you so prevalent and so painful inside my heart.

I loved you so much and no matter the times we spent together, you were always just out of my reach. I wanted to tell you how I felt. So many times, I tried to do just that. But I couldn't. I was always in my own way. How could someone like me dare to confess to you? How could someone so pure and full of light (in my eyes) find that same light inside of someone like me?

It was better to keep my feelings bottled up. The last thing I wanted was to dim your light with my very presence. Tainted, broken, hollow. A shadow struggling in a sea of bright lights.

I was so far into my self-destructive thoughts that I hadn't noticed you waking up for real. "Hey...you're awake. Did you have a good rest?"

"Huh? Yes, I..." I paused, allowing his question to really sink in. "Xavier, what do you mean, did I sleep well?"

"I mean what I asked, silly." He sat up, propping a hand on his head. "You fell asleep on my shoulder watching math videos. I didn't want to disturb you, so I just let you rest. But I guess I fell asleep, too...and now, we ended up like this."

Just keep breathing, just keep breathing... "You...you could have just left. I wouldn't have minded."

"I know, but...it didn't feel right to leave you alone. And you..."

"And I...what?"

"And you...when I did tried to leave you, you grabbed my arm."

"I did what?" The moment he said that, I cursed the heavens for now having a rock to crawl under nearby. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, but it's fine." The reassurance in your eyes only added to my mortification. "I didn't want to leave and you didn't want me to leave either. And now, here we are. But I'm still tired. Studying is hard work and it took a lot out of me..."

Before I could apologize for the entire situation, you let out this large yawn and began settling back into bed. Once you were out, I knew it would take a natural disaster to wake up - and even then, there were no guarantees. I watched dumbstruck as you fell back asleep beside, as if it were the easy thing to do in the world.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But somehow, as my felt my own eyelids begin to droop down, I could only feel gratitude for this unexpected, wondrous moment.

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I’d like to know where the Maxlings came from

Oh hell yeah I’d love to tell!! ok so I had the concept planned as a comic initially but it really got away from me and got too long for me to actually make, so what I’ve got is sort of a script-lookin thing that I would have used as framework for it. I hope that’s an ok format?? I considered trying to write it into more of a prose/fic format but honestly I like it best like this. Ok enough rambling I hope it’s funny to y’all lmao (also it got. Um. Very long)

First scene is in the middle of a beautiful glade deep in the woods, where Sam and Max are dancing in a crowd of magical-looking fairies, grinning at each other. It’s late and there are fairy lights (teehee) illuminating the area, tables of food and drink scattered around the outskirts of the crowd.

S: wow, quite the day we’ve had, eh little pal?

M: you can say that again, Sam! I mean, how often do you get to save an ancient fairy commune by beating up their evil warlock oppressor?

S: and on top of that they throw this little shindig in our honor! I have to say, I never knew lutes could play such great club music.

M: and I’m living for these hors d’oeuvres! We simply must get the recipe.

Behind them, a pair of fairies in big leafy crowns talk quietly.

Fairy queen: these strangers are so delightfully mischievous.

Other fairy queen (they are lesbians): quite! Truly a pair of mortals after our own hearts. How should we reward them for defeating our fell foe?

FQ 1: hmm…I have an amusing idea. What’s better than two chaos-causing mortals?

FQ 2: ahhh, I see! A marvelous idea!

The queens approach Sam and Max, with several other smiling fairies clustered around.

FQ 2: well, my friends, it has been a true pleasure to have you! Before you depart, my queen and I have a gift for you as thanks for defeating the dreaded warlock Snivellion.

(M: tee hee)

FQ 1: here, please take these.

She hands Max a little package made of leaves and tied with twine.

FQ 1: these magical seeds will grow into a wonderful gift if you keep them warm and safe.

M: well, we don’t have the best record with houseplants…

S: but we’ll happily accept your gift anyway! I’m sure they’ll be fun for the few minutes they manage to survive in the harsh climate of our office.

M: if they live through the trip back in my pocket, that is.

FQ 2: oh, trust me, I’m sure they will be every bit as hardy as the two of you.

Max stuffs the leaf packet in his inventory and he and Sam take their leave, waving to the fairies as they go.

S: so long now! Have fun partying eternally!

M: you know, we never did get introduced—don’t suppose I could get your names?

FQ 1: hah, nice try. Fare thee well, mortals!

FQ 2: farewell!

As they go, we see a shot of Max’s inventory, with his gun and maybe a hammer or something to show that’s what it is. The leaf package sits quietly for a moment, before releasing a tiny sprout.

Several months later…

Sometime in the dead of night, they’re both sleeping until Max stirs and sits up with his ears all lopsided, looking kinda disgruntled and tired.

M: I’m gonna go take a dump

S, not quite asleep yet and regretting it: you don’t have to tell me every time. I actually think I’d rather if you didn’t.

M: but what if I fall in? I’d want you to know what I was doing! :D

S: *half-asleep grumbling*

Max wanders off to the bathroom to perch on the can and read a magazine.

M: oh, Martha, you get me. Mostly because we’ve both been to the slammer

Suddenly a baby wail echoes from the toilet (thank you, mammalian diving reflex) and Max immediately screams, flings his magazine to parts unknown and runs for the hills.

M: Sam!! SAM!!! The toilet screamed at me!!!! I think that ill-advised bathroom exorcism we did instead of cleaning the shower drain didn’t work, we must’ve summoned some kind of toilet ghost instead!!

S: what are you talking about, numbskull? You interrupted a perfectly good dream I was having about a discontinued ice cream bar :(

M: just come help me get rid of it! I can’t go with some spectral peeping Tom shrieking at me!

They get to the bathroom and Max hovers by the door as Sam inspects the toilet.

S: Max, you cotton-brained dolt, there’s no ghosts in—GREAT GALLOPING GEYSERS TAP DANCING ON SATURN’S FURTHEST MOON!

He immediately reaches in to save the weird little wet rat almost glaring accusingly at him from the bowl (it could glare a little better if its eyes were functional yet). Max cringes at him.

M: Jesus, Sam, I know we’re both nasty, but I thought we agreed to leave this level of grossness to me! Wait what the fuck is that thing.

S: well, if my outdated recollection of mammalian biology and your horrifying baby pictures is correct, then I’d say it kind of looks like a neonatal lagomorph. Did…did this come out of you?

M: oh please, I think I’d know if I had something like that stashed away somewhere in here. (Vaguely gestures to himself) Now could you get outta the way? If it was just some weird naked rat that crawled up the toilet to yell at me and not a ghost, then I’d like to finish my business in here.

Sam stares at the little rat-looking baby. It has teeth. Teeth like Max’s. He grabs a towel out of the bathroom closet instead and tosses it in the bathtub, then nabs Max by the scruff of his neck and deposits him on top of it.

S: why don’t you just wait down here for a minute while I get this little thing cleaned up?

M: Sam what the hell I don’t need to be housebroken!! Ugh fine but you’re cleaning the towel if—oh my god there’s another one.

S: SWEET SAINT OLGA OF KIEV SINGING OPERA FOR AN AUDIENCE OF PUPPETS WITH A TIN FOIL SUIT AND TIE AND A CREAMED CORN CROWN

Several escaped kits later…

Sam and Max lie together in bed with the kits on top of them, all wiggling around and squeaking faintly. Sam looks vaguely shaken by the experience, but Max just kinda looks like it’s totally normal.

M: haha I thought you guys were just weird little turds! Well, aren’t all children though, come to think of it

S: and you’re sure they came out of your inventory and not some hitherto unknown reproductive system of yours?

M: Sam, at this point I think I’d be able to tell if they’d been up my ass, don’t you?

S: well, sure, but also that’s not where—

M: and besides, my pocket snacks have been going missing all day and this totally explains it. Look, that one’s still got Cheeto dust all over her face!

Sam looks down at one of the girls, who is indeed very orange.

S: ooh. Let me just clean you up there, sweetheart.

He licks her clean gently. She squeaks in approval.

S: huh! What do you know, that really is Cheeto dust.

M: see, I told you so! I still have no idea how they could’ve gotten in there, though…I mean, they look brand new. And also a lot like us.

S: well, mostly like you.

M: nah, see, this one’s got little floppy ears! And lookit their tails, mine’s not long like that. Oh! And this one’s got your nose!! Oh, Sam, it’s so precious I could just squish her like an overripe tomato! …um, but I won’t, obviously.

S: personally, I find myself rather enamored with their tiny little toe beans. Just look at that! They’re so little…

They both giggle delightedly over the kits for a minute, before relaxing back into the pillows. It’s still the middle of the night and they’re both exhausted.

S: so…if we don’t know how they got there, and they don’t look like they could be anybody else’s…

M: 👀

S: I mean unless we want to take them to the vet to check for microchips or something…?

M: too late I’m already coming up with names and dreaming of all the bad words I’m gonna teach them

S: oh, good, so am I. I guess it doesn’t matter how they got there, then…but you really have to wonder…

Something like a half hour ago…

The kits are sitting in a little pile in the middle of Max’s inventory, the opened leaf package below them and Max’s gun leaning against the wall beside them (it’s bigger than they are). Lacey’s face is covered in Cheeto dust and there are a few remaining Cheeto crumbs scattered around them. They have a brief conversation of squeaks, translated into pictures.

Maisie: >:/ *exit sign, there isn’t an emoji for it but just draw one*❗️(she’s bored and she wants out)

Lacey and Crowbar: :o ???

Maisie starts crawling around determinedly until she comes across some kind of rift in reality, through which the toilet bowl is visible. But not to her, of course, because she can’t see just yet. She immediately plummets out of the rift with a tiny shriek, and her siblings react like :0 there’s silence for a second, before Crowbar squeaks and is translated to:

C: dare you to go after her

L: 👀

And that’s it!! Hdkhsshsg here’s hoping it’s at least a little amusing to y’all because it’s very funny to me for whatever reason hdjshsjhddhdjhfjd

Oh! And as a reward for sticking around here’s one of the other first drawings of them I ever did :’> they were very much inspired by @lillylunala’s drawings of Max as a baby if it isn’t obvious, which you should absolutely check out if you haven’t seen them bc my god she really nailed it heheheeee

#hhhhfhdhdgshgskjfhsgsjjdh little creachers….#I wanted to capture that early comics feeling of them being inexplicably wrapped up in a bizarrely supernatural case #but refusing to explain how they got the case or how they got where they are or how they know these people or anything lmao #y’know just like ‘well max here we are in the enchanted fairies’ woods! better go arrest that warlock’#and it’s like how the fuck did you know to come here. did the commissioner tell you to go beat up a warlock?? since when are fairies real #and absolutely none of that gets answered hdkdhdjdhs #also rip to Maisie falling headfirst into a toilet. second child of theirs to be pulled out of one at birth #sam and max #freelance husbands #the maxlings #asks #my art

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