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adelheidvonschicksal · 13 days

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hii id like to request a how l&d boys act when they're jealous :3 feel free to ignore if u don't feel like it or thanks in advance if u do!! love your works sm xx

How the Boys Act When They’re Jealous

Pairing: xavier x gn!reader, rafayel x gn!reader, zayne x gn!reader

A/N: The game needs more jealous Zayne, and Lost in your eyes moments with Raf. Thanks for waiting! <3

Xavier is an absolute menace.

He’s extremely possessive over you, and he’s well aware of it.

You care a lot about him, but good luck stopping him from being a jealous dummy any time soon. He already knows Jeremiah doesn’t have feelings for you, but is that going to stop him from spraying the other man with a plant mister when he gets to close? Nope.

Luckily for Jeremiah, Xavier likes him. They’re friends. The other man finds it funny to even tease him a little by poking at that jealous side. Everyone else doesn’t have the same privilege.

When he's not glaring, Xavier tries to be subtle about, dropping hints here and there about how you’re his lover. He’ll interrupt your conversations with other men when they drag on too long, so he can talk with his partner, his neighbor, his napping buddy.

Suddenly, everything he says can be taken the wrong way. He mentions how he had a good time sleeping together (when it was literal sleeping). He says the two of you should got out to dinner again or that the lunch you made him for work was very tasty (really you wanted to avoid the apartment complex catching on fire). He might also “jokingly” state within hearing distance of your new friend that the two of you act like a married couple. It’s not his fault if someone takes it the wrong way; you don’t have to look so embarrassed about it.

Xavier likes to flaunt his status a little; he fixes your hair and dusts off your clothes. He would do this for you even if he wasn’t jealous, but it’s a bonus that it gets others to back off and gets your attention on him with your cute little pout.

Worse comes to worst, he isn’t afraid of using underhanded methods to fail any attempt at someone else trying to steal you away from him; even if that means knocking out the streetlights with his Evol to get your coworker to go home early (who even takes 20 minutes to say goodbye anyway? Someone with ill intentions, that’s who.).

He’ll deny it. Deny. Deny. Deny. He’s not jealous. He just wants to know more about your friend. How long have you known each other? Do you go out at night together? Why not invite him sometimes? It takes a few pokes to get him to admit it.

Jealous Xavier can be a moody Xavier; he’s usually calm and easygoing, patient with most of the world except with those who try to flirt with you, and you, if you should flirt back. Though, he has no problem reminding you why he is the only one you should have eyes for whether it be through words, action, or…other methods best left after dark.

It’s obvious when Rafayel is jealous.

It starts as jokes, usually, with a light dust of jealousy like sprinkles on a donut.

“What’s your new friend like? Are they more fun than me,” he asks, trying to coax you into admitting how much more you like him, a little to assuage his jealousy and a little to stroke his own ego.

He’s confident in being your partner and having a bond that has lasted millenniums. So, when a random likes you, it’s usually not a huge deal. He can confidently deal with it, wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulder and putting on his charm as he calls you honey with a lift to his voice, as if he didn’t notice the person who was trying to flirt with you.

His jealousy can even be funny sometimes even cute. He’ll get this pouty look on his face whenever you place your attention on animals, cooing and petting them. He even gets jealous of your dear child, Reddie, from time to time. You love that clumsy fish so much. It couldn’t even stop itself from being caught by humans. Why would you want to play with Reddie so much when you already got a fish you can pet. Please pet him.

When his jealousy gets really bad though, he can be snippy. He’s vindictive, asking if you forgot about him and if you wouldn’t rather hang out with your other boyfriend. His jokes become a little less funny and a little meaner, and he’ll be quick to demand an explanation in a voice a little tighter and bitter than you’re used to from him.

If you get mad and try to leave, he’s pulling you back. He doesn’t actually want you to go but he’s too stubborn to admit that maybe he’s being jealous over nothing.

He just doesn’t want you to forget him again.

On the other hand, seeing you jealous? He eats it up.

Zayne doesn’t like his jealousy.

He tries to play it cool and be mature about these things. He’d never interrupt you talking to another person, but he most definitely watches the situation out the corner of his eye. He wants to digest every word and every bit of body language he can about the situation, going as far as pretending to work to have an excuse to stay and listen in.

Zayne wants to be rational about things, but he’s never been completely rational when it comes to you. You have a bad way of making him act out of character (or passionately as you call it).

This emotion always sneaks up on him unexpectedly and makes him clumsier than normal. He’ll give himself away easily, asking about your plans with the other person or if you noticed the lovesick puppy look they gave you when you looked their way. It makes him blush when you mention that you adore his puppy eyes more. If he says he doesn’t do that, well, you’ll simply have to call Dr. Greyson and Yvonne to back you up.

Zayne can be very picky about other people trying to take your time, like not wanting someone else to dance with you or take you out to a new tourist location; he always promises his free time to you, the little he has of it, so he requests that you wait for him. He’ll accompany you wherever you want to go.

Zayne is very jealous of others who can make you laugh. He really likes how easygoing, talkative, and animated you are so he gets insecure when someone else can make you act that way better than he can; however, he feels selfish because you’re happy and that should be enough.

In the end, he blames himself for his own jealousy, questioning if he read too much into the situation or in your relationship. He’s the quickest to apologize for his jealousy if you pick up on it.

When Zayne thinks you are pursuing someone else, he becomes blunter. He suddenly has a lot more relationship advice about being careful who you keep in your company and warning you to make sure there’s no doubt when deciding on something important like your partner. He also tends to cut conversations about any other potential partner you might like short and unintentionally be rude to your love interest.

That’s not to say he won’t try to win you over; when push comes to shove and the risk of losing you becomes too great, he isn’t afraid to finally tell you how he feels in the best way he can. All he can do is try.

If you don’t like him back, he will allow jealousy to silently have him, choosing to suffer in it, as long as you’re happy with whoever you choose.

However, that does not mean he has to like your partner as well. And if they ever hurt you, he rather not think of what he’d do if that should happen.

#love and deepspace x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #lads x reader #lnd x reader

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obsessedelusional · 1 year

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Your Pretend Boyfriend

paring ✦ Eddie Munson x reader

summary ✦ You back from college, visiting during thanksgiving break. Jason Carver has always liked you the feelings not mutual. So when you catch him harassing Eddie you pretend to be his girlfriend. What happens with your pretend boyfriend? CONTAINS SMUT

word count ✦ 3,200ish

authors note ✦ BRO I’m almost to 300 followers and 5000+ likes omg y’all are tooooo sweeet to me hope y’all enjoy this

masterlist ✦ PART TWO

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The sound of your someone calling for you takes your gaze away from your phone. Looking up expecting to see your best friend. The two of you had plans to meet at this restaurant to catch up. You were in town visiting during thanksgiving break.

To your dissatisfaction it’s none other than Jason Carver. You groan annoyed knowing where this was headed. You’re parents were close and they always rooted for the two of you to end up together. Not a single part of you wanted anything to do with him. He was a few years younger than you. Also the worst human being on planet earth.

“You visiting for break?” He smiles leaning on the wall where you’re standing.

“Yup.” You say with no emotions, giving your full attention on your phone. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of giving him any attention.

“What brings you here?”

“Meeting someone.” You answer eyes still on your phone, scrolling on something random. Pretending to be busy.

“Who?” He ask curiously.

“Can we skip to the part where you say something nasty, I tell you to fuck off and then you leave me alone?” You spit out, disregarding his previous question.

“We should hookup while your in town, give you some good ol dickin’ down. I’m sure those college boys can’t fuck you like I would.” There it is.

“For the millionth time that will never happen.” You respond, desperately waiting for your friend to arrive.

“Sheesh have you’ve always been such a bitch?” He laughs. When you don’t respond Jason walks off deflated.

You pray that is the end of that. Only for him to find his next victim. A curly headed boy you definitely remember, Eddie. It’d be hard to forget someone like him. Jason hated him, for whatever reason which made you gravitate towards him. You two were never all that close only exchanging hellos in the hallways. Occasionally bonding over your hatred of Jason. More than once telling Jason to leave their group alone.

Just as your deep in thought, thinking about Munson your phone dings. It’s the friend you were waiting for, she’s canceling on you. Her two year olds sick and can’t make it. You sigh out loud annoyed but understanding, typing a quick response.

You’re attention goes back to Eddie and Jason. Eddie was sat by himself, probably waiting for someone. Jason is giving him shit for being at a restaurant all by himself. It crosses your mind for a second and before you can realize how bad this idea is your on your way to Eddie’s table.

“Hey babe,” You smile greeting Eddie, confusion immediately spreads across his face. You mouth ‘just go along with it’ as you sit down next to him, careful so Jason doesn’t see. You plant a small kiss on his cheek, his confusion turns to a grin.

“Hey princess,” His arm slings around your shoulder. The pet name sends a heat through your body, you quickly push that away. You look up to Jason who’s slack-jawed.

“There’s no fucking way.” He whines.

“What?” You ask playing dumb.

“There’s no fucking way you two are dating.” Jason responds.

“We’ve been dating for six months, right babe?” You ask nuzzling yourself deeper into Eddie’s embrace.

“Almost seven.” He smiles, proudly.

“We actually have you to thank for that. Bumped into each other, bonded over our dislike for you. Been inseparable since.” You laugh because Jason looks pissed making this so worth it. He goes to speak but can’t get anything out, obviously frustrated.

“We’re gonna have a quick little lunch. Then head back to his place so he can give a good ol dickn’ down. That’s what you called it right?” You watch as Jason’s eyes go wide, full of pure disgust before running out of the restaurant. Once he’s out of hearing range you start erupting out in laughter, Eddie joining you.

“That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so speechless.” Eddie talks catching his breath from laughing so hard.

“I can’t stand him. He’s been up my ass for as long as I can remember. Saw the opportunity and took it.” You respond, looking over to Eddie’s who’s arm still rests on your shoulder. He notices you noticing and pulls away.

“You don’t have an actual girlfriend right? Otherwise this’d be kinda awkward.” You ask.

“Yeah actually I do.” Unknowingly your face falls, upset that he does.

“We met six months ago been inseparable since.” He teases, you roll your eyes realizing what he means. A silence falls over you two and you can’t help but feel like you’ve overstayed your welcome.

“I’ll leave you be. Thanks for participating in my antics.” You smile standing up from the table.

“I just got myself a girlfriend I ain’t letting you so quick.” You turn to face Eddie.

“We’ve been dating for all of five minutes and it’s the best relationship I’ve ever had.” He smiles, motioning for you to sit back down. Your intrigued so you sit down, this time on the other side of the booth.

“Are you sure? Someone’s not gonna show up and be upset I’m here?” You ask, seriously not wanting to impose.

“Don’t worry about it. Plans canceled.” He shoots you a smile before pulling his phone out, typing away for a moment.

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“Hang out with my beautiful older college girlfriend? Whom I only see during school breaks. Or hangout with my friends I see everyday at school? Uhhhh I think I’ll choose my girlfriend.” His words bring a cheesy grin to your lips.

“Okay I guess I can stay and enjoy lunch with my boyfriend.” You sigh, pretending like it’s an inconvenience for you. In reality your happy, your plans fell through and now your sat across from a long haired tatted hottie.

“How old are you? Not trying to catch a case.” You tease almost positive he’s of legal age. Better safe then sorry.

“19.” He responds between laughing at your joke.

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Lunch with Eddie was amazing, part of you grateful your friend canceled on you last minute. You feel an instant connection, not wanting the date to end quite yet. The two of you are walking out of the restaurant, hand in hand. Your brain scrambling for an excuse to prolong this date.

“So what was that comment you made about a good ol dickin’ down about?” Eddie asks and almost immediately it’s like a light bulb goes off your head.

“Jason’s been trying to make the moves on me since forever. Just before I joined my boyfriend our date he offered to do that me.” You laugh, you’re not sure where you two are headed just following Eddie’s lead.

“You and Jason, you never?”

“Never ever.”

“That’s crazy. I remember rumors went around about the two of you dating all the time.” He says, processing this new information. Jason Carver wanted you yet you were her with Eddie. He was excited by that thought but at the same time puzzled.

“Started by him. He made my high school experience hell.” You admit.

“Same here.” He sighs, you two reaching his van. Realizing this is where the date either continues or ends.

“Should we keep our story going?” You ask. Noticing Jason sat in his car with his friends, he’s watching the two of you. If he wants to watch, you’d give him a show. Mostly for own selfish desires.

“What?” He asks so you nod in the direction of Jason car full of jocks, watching Eddie’s gaze move from you to them.

“I told Jason we’d have a little lunch and then go your place where’d you give me a good ol dickin’ down.” You cringe at the usage of Jason’s phrase. Eddie’s attention whips back to you because of the words coming from your mouth.

“Gotta make it believable, right?”

“Yeah.” He says. Eddie is hesitant not because he doesn’t want to but because he can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic. You push him towards his van, his back hitting it makes a loud thud. If they weren’t looking they are now.

You get closer, closing the gap between you two. Reaching for his hair, running your fingers through it. You had been wanting to do this since you sat at his table. Wishing he’d call you princess again.

“Is this okay?” You ask to which Eddie nods eagerly. Without missing a beat you kiss him. Softly at first, testing the waters. Eddie melts into your touch, his hand reaching around sliding his hands in your butt pockets. He pulls you closer into him, squeezing your ass in the process. Causing you to let out a little gasp surprised by his bravery. He smiles mid kiss only making you want more. The kisses becoming more aggressive, the wetness starting to pool in your panties.

“Get a fucking room, freaks!” Jason yells and then the sound of tires screeching past you two startles you momentarily. You pull away, grinning. Eddie’s eyes are closed, the biggest smile on his face.

“Still don’t think it’s believable enough.” You say, sighing your tone suggestive.

“Really?” Eddie asks, sounding confused.

You roll your eyes, “Your beautiful older college girlfriend wants a good ol dickn’ down.”

“You.. want me to-” He stutters, stopping before you finish for him.

“I want you to fuck me.” His dick twitches in his jeans because of the six words that came out of your mouth.

“Do you want that?” You ask.

“Yes.” He gulps, excited for what’s coming. Hopefully him soon. He opens the car door for you, you climb inside disregarding the fact that you drove yourself here. Your horny brain fogging your mind deciding in the moment you’d figure it out later.

This wasn’t like you, you never hooked up with someone so shortly after getting to know them. You couldn’t help but feel like something about this situation was different. Eddie was different, like a good different.

It’s a very short but also painfully long drive to his home. Eddie’s never been so thankful for his uncle to be out of town, couldn’t of picked a better time to leave him home alone. The drive is mostly silent, filled with music and stealing glances at each other.

As soon as Eddie parks at his home he’s out of the car running to your door, letting you out. He grabs your hand leading you to the front door. Where he struggles for a few moments to find the right key. Once inside, he shuts the door behind you before facing you. His hands press firmly on your ass to lift you, your legs straddling his body. This time he’s the one to initiate the kiss, carrying you to wherever. You didn’t care as long as Eddie was there.

For a moment your startled when he drops you on his bed. Your allowed a quick glance around his room, taking it in before you look up to see Eddie. He’s shirtless now and his shoes are missing. So you follows in his steps ripping your shoes off. When you go to take your shirt off he stops you with a intense kiss before doing it himself, then unhooks you bra exposing your bare chest.

He pulls away to take in the view, “Fuck you’re beautiful.”

Eddie smashes his lips on yours pushing you back into the bed before kissing down you neck only to stop at your nipple. The sensation is enough for you to let out a sweet moan slightly arching you back into him. Mouth still attached to you while his hands are busy unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down quickly along with your panties.

You curse your self for not wearing something sexier but you had no idea this where’d you be today. Part of you embarrassed you haven’t shaved in a while. Your worries are immediately put at ease when he spreads your thighs, letting his head rest between them.

“Beautiful.” Her murmurs before placing a sugary kiss on your clit, sending a shockwave through your body. His tongue begins rubbing against your bud. Without thinking your hands find his hair, pushing him deeper between your folds. Your head falls back, moans leaving you lips. When you think it can’t get any better, he slips a long strong finger in your pussy. Pumping into you the same pace as his tongue that is still toying with your clit.

“More please-“ You whine and Eddie listens adding another finger, stretching you out. Your a mess under his touch. Never once has a man prioritized your pleasure. You’ve become masterful at giving yourself orgasms. The feeling of it being at the hands of someone else unfamiliar. A good unfamiliarity.

“Fuckk- Eddie I’m..” Your words turn into strangled moans, a tightness growing in your stomach. Your breath hitches as you pulsate on his thick fingers, your eyes rolling back as you come undone. Your busy riding out your high but the feeling of his fingers leaving you brings you back down to reality. His laps up your juices one last time before speaking.

“Mm so sweet.” Eddie purrs sucking on his own two fingers that were covered in your juices. They leave his mouth with a popping sound as he sits up in the bed.

“My turn.” You say barley audible sitting up reaching for the button on his jeans. Wanting nothing more than to wrap your lips around his cock. He stops your hands causing you to look up to Eddie, you cant help but pout.

“I don’t think I’ll last long with your pretty lips sucking me off right now. Next time, okay?” You nod smiling at the thought there’d be a next time. Eddie kisses you pushing your head back onto the bed. Only pulling away to pull his pants off and grab a condom from his bed side table. You watch intently as his pulls down his boxers, revealing his cock. You let out a gasp as it hits his stomach, never once had you seen one this big. Eddie smiles at your reaction while unwrapping the condom. Slowly rolling it over the tip of his dick and down the entirety of his hard length.

Eddie gets back on top of you, spreading your legs. He lets the tip rest on you swollen clit before dragging it down to your hole. Slowly, inch by inch you adjust to his size. He bottoms out, you let out a whimper because you’ve never felt fuller. He uses his hands to lift your thighs up so he can get better angle before starting a slow motion. Pumping in and out of you at a painfully slow pace, only making you desperate for him to pick up the pace.

He leans down to your level, his head resting in the crook of your neck. Your chest being flattened by his. One hand rests at the back of his neck, tightening in his hair and the other hands digs into his back as he bucks his hip harder into you. He’s thrusting harder but you desperately need him faster.

“Faster- please.” You say and it comes out as a whine. You get exactly what you want because he pushed up so he can see you before recklessly pounding into you cunt faster than before. He guides your hands so you can hold your own legs up, using his free hand to find your clit running circles around it sloppily.

“How does that feel princess?” He grunts between thrusts, his finger still playing with your bud. You can’t help but smile at the pet name. He finally said it again. When you don’t respond he rocks his hips harder and you start feeling that tightening in your stomach again.

“Fuck.” You cry out, knowing you’re about to cum for the second time. The sensation of your pussy throbbing on his cock as you get closer to finishing nearly sends him over the edge but he’s determined to make you cum again. His fingers work more tactically on your clit which is just enough to have you gushing on his dick.

“Good girl.” He groans. Not even a second later he’s cumming inside the condom, inside you. Suddenly wishing that thin little layer of latex wasn’t there so you could feel his seed coat your inner walls. He kisses you sweetly one last time before pulling out and falling next to you. His chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. You rest on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

“Was that believable?” He asks, out of breath.

“What?” You ask confused to drunk on dick to comprehend.

“Was that a good ol dickin’ down?” He laughs. You roll your eyes before nodding your head, yes.

—

The next two weeks we’re spent under and on top of Eddie Munson any chance you got. Dreading the fact that when break came to an end you’d have to head back to school. It was a three hour drive from Hakwins. You just got Eddie and couldn’t imagine having to let go so soon.

Eddie was so grateful Wayne left for the two weeks during thanksgiving break. He had a whole two weeks of uninterrupted time with you. He tried hard no to think about the fact you’d be leaving him in a short time. If he thought about it too much he’d upset himself, usually pushing the thoughts away focusing on the time he did have with you. So to say he was surprised when you invited him to have thanksgiving dinner with your family would be an understatement.

When you found out Eddie would be spending thanksgiving day alone you didn’t hesitate to invite him. Your heart felt for him when he admitted he never really celebrated holidays with Wayne always working. You were determined to make it perfect.

Explaining to you parents why this random dude was coming over on thanksgiving dinner was the hardest part. Only for Eddie to introduce him self as your boyfriend of seven months. They look at you like ‘what the fuck’ to which only caused you to laugh. Cursing yourself for not get your stories straight. More than happy to continue the bit but wished you could of prepared better.

“So how’d you two meet them?” Your father asks curiously. You both say different answers. You blurt out high school and he says you two met at a restaurant.

“We’ll we went to high school together, knew of each other. Ran into each other at Danny’s Dinner and hit it off.” You explain further, their faces telling that they don’t believe anything coming out of your mouth. They never question any further, thankfully.

—

Todays the dreaded day. The day you leave for college. You had already said your goodbyes to your family. Deciding what time you had left would be spent with Eddie. The two of you had just finished fucking for possibly the last time. Your brain had been heavily worried about what would happen when you left. It’s now or never, you need to ask him.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Eddie sighs. You sit up to face him, he’s laid in bed looking at the roof.

“I’ll miss you too. What are we doing?” You ask, trying to read his reaction. He looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t know about you but I’ve been faithfully committed to you for the last seven months.” He teases.

“I’m being serious Eddie.” You groan.

“Me too, princess.”

“So we are-?” You start to ask and he interrupts.

“Yes we are. Your all mine.” He kisses you.

“All yours.” You melt into his kiss, fucking one more time.

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sophiethewitch1 · 5 months

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In Death's Embrace

Jason x Death!Reader

His head is in your lap, the sun peeking through the black locks of his hair. He grumbles at the light interrupting his nap, and turns and presses his face into your thigh. You chuckle, carting a hand through his hair just like he loves you to.

He’s at peace. The world is at peace. He’s safe here, in your unending embrace, and he knows he’ll never have to leave it. He knows that’s the way it should be.

“You’re so clingy today,” you tease him, and he chooses to ignore your words. The quiet is peaceful, and he longs for more of it, even as he wants your words too. Of course, as always, you understand. Instead, you whisper sweet nothings to him, gazing out at the wheat fields surrounding the two of you.

There’s a book in your hand, the one that doesn’t pet him. It’s in a language he doesn’t know, doesn’t recognise. It’s probably as old as you are.

He didn’t know much about you. He didn’t need to. He understood who you were, what you were. He wasn’t stupid. He understood that you comforted billions of others, held them like you held him. Maybe once he would’ve been jealous, but he knew that feeling was pointless too.

Here, you wouldn’t let him feel anything but peace. Here, he needn’t want for anything but you, and you’d always give yourself over to him freely.

Your hand pauses in his hair. It tightens. Jason likes the feeling, likes anything you do to him, but he senses your tension, and opens his eyes. You’re not looking at him, instead staring up at the blue sky. Mouth pursed, you tilt your head.

You look back down at him, smiling softly. It’s the same as every other smile you give him, but he doesn’t like it. Doesn’t trust it. Something’s wrong, and he’s filled immediately with a sense of panic he hasn’t known in years.

“Fascinating,” you say, and Jason pulls himself up from your lap, grabbing your hands in his. You let him move you, let him pull you to your feet, don’t resist as he follows his instincts, running into the strands of wheat like hell is on his heels.

It might be.

“Jason,” you call his name, your voice calm despite his hurried breathing, “Jason, dear.”

He pauses just long enough to look back at you, to look at the blue sky cracking open in jagged edges, to see the reeds pulling backward into a gaping void. He can feel the sucking gravity, and he plants his feet against the wind. You’re unaffected by the tear in the sky, your hair calm, your clothes still.

“Jason, it’s a good thing. Not many get a second chance,” you cajole him, pulling on hand from his grasp to cup his chin. He leans into your touch, savouring it, needing it.

“It’s not. I won’t leave you, I can’t,” he whispers, his words almost lost in the roar of the wind.

“You have no choice,” and your eyes are almost… sad. He doesn’t think that’s right. He doesn’t think someone like you should feel sad. You’ve seen so much, know so much.

What does it say for his future? What does it mean, when Death looks at you with pity?

“Save me, please,” he begs you, and you shake your head.

“I have no choice, either. You must make the most of it, Jason. You must do your best. And I’ll be here when you come home, waiting for you,” you promise him, and he has to choke down a sob. This isn’t right. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

He was supposed to have you forever.

“How can I when you’re not there with me?”

You peer into his eyes, and the void rips wider behind you.

“You won’t remember me, darling.”

The last thought, before it takes him, before it swallows him whole, is that that’s the worst part.

Part two!

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason tod x y/n #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd headcanon #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #batfam x reader #part two?#ive also got an idea for persephone!jason x hades!reader #where hes hopelessly in love with you and very grumpy everytime has has to go bring spring in or whatever #and youre “like the fate of the world rests on this go do your job” and he's like “but babe :(”

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idkfitememate · 6 months

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What about boar!creator running into diona on her way to find a fresh batch of poiso-*cough cough* I mean ingredients :) and maybe helping out? Say giving her the worst tasting herbs and such?

“Stupid drunks… stupid men… stupid stupid…”

Here in the wild we find a small calico cat girl. She seems to be looking for something..! Herbs!

As a very helpful Boar (who now craves attention from characters) you quietly begin to make you way over.

“Mmm… where’s all the good stuff? It’s usually here…” she continued to mutter, lost in her own world. And then you oinked.

“KYAAAAAA!-“

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

A arrow embedded with cryo stuck out of a tree beside you. And you both stared at each other.

Gently, you walked towards the scared cat girl, before gently nuzzling into her leg.

And then you hit her with the…

✨Puppy-Boar Eyes✨

You nudged your snout into her leg, and then into her little bundle of not-so-safe herbs.

“Hello little boar… do you want to help..?” She was hesitant, of course that was to be expected, but when you squealed in happiness, a smile immediately graced her face.

“A nice boar? Don’t see that every day. Alright little boar, let’s get some pois- I mean herbs!”

And with that, you both set off into the forest. You led her to all the best spots, keeping danger away by guarding her, always watching her back. Walking behind her and letter her pet your fur when startled.

Eventually her pockets and your maw were stuffed with herbs and plants. It got to the point where you had to calm down Teyvat from giving you two to many, as to not give away anything about your being the Creator…

Shockingly, no churls, slimes or whopperflowers jumped out of anywhere to attack… wonder why…

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HOLY SHIT SHE WANTED YOU TO FOLLOW HER INTO MONDSTADT?!?!??

“C’mon boar! I want you to come in! The people deserve to see the fact that a boar was more helpful than a full grown man!-“

The child pulled against your tusks as you pulled back, struggling against each other.

“C’mon…c’mon..!” “Heya Diona!” You recognized that voice.

KLEE!!1!1!1!111!1!1!!!!2

Your jaw dropped and flowers fell out, your tail wagging behind you. You honestly wanted to bolt over and poke her chubby cheeks!

“Hi Klee! Can you help with these plants? I don’t know if the boar wants to keep helping me…” Oh no she’s sad-

You picked up your herbs and settled your nerves. Klee’s eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Ooooo! A painted boar! With a hilichurl mask! Where’d ya find it?” “It was just out in the open and offered to help.” “Cool!”

You watched the interaction with your heart swelling with love. Gods they were so cute!~

You snorted again, getting the attention back on you, walked towards the city and Klee giggled. Taking some herbs from your mouth and Diona’s hands, you three made your way into the city.

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“Where. Is. Klee.” Jean was unamused. She asked Kaeya to watch Klee as she went out. And what does she find? A frantic Kaeya, but no Klee.

“I was watching for one second, blinked, and she was gone. I SWEAR I was watching her Jean.” Kaeya was flipping couch cushions and pulling books off the shelf in Jeans office.

“I already checked the other building I’m sure she-“ “GIRLS GET AWAY FROM THAT WILD BOAR!-“

“…”

“I guess we found her..! Hooray?..”

“…Watch you back Kaeya.”

The duo ran out of the Knights building, rushing down steps just to see Klee, Diona, Venti, Bennett and Razor (why was he in the city??) all surrounding a odd looking boar.

“STAY AWAY FROM THEM THEY DID NOTHING WRONG!!!” Yelled Diona.

“YEAH! THEY HELPED DIONA AND KLEE GET HOME!” Called Klee.

“Well I need to check something… important…” Said Venti, eerily-

Oh god your gonna die-

“THAT’S THE BOAR WE WERE TALKING ABOUT!!” Shouted Bennett

“YEAH! THAT IS ODD SMELLING BOAR!!” Screamed Razor.

You really were gonna die-

“Settle down now everyone. What’s going on here? And Klee? Please stop running off.” Jean sounded exhausted, which was fair.

“THATS THE BOAR!” Continued Benett, “THE ONE WE WERE TELLING YOU GUYS ABOUT!”

“Bennett, come on now. There’s no need to keep that up. There is no way a boar could summon Andrius and then all the four winds.” Jean replied.

“It helped me gather herbs. And led me and Klee back to Mondstadt.” Diona countered. Jean simply let out a sigh.

Venti just kept staring at you. You really were going to die by his hands, huh?-

Soon all the noises of their voices became a cacophony of noise around the now slightly overstimulated boar.

So what did you do?

Cause a fucking wind storm of course!

Or, to be more specific….

Called Davalin to pick your ass up and fly you away from this god awful situation!

With the wind whipping around them wildly, the small group looked on in awe at the large dragon that seemed to descend for no real reason.

He simply breathed out a sigh before nudging a shocked Jean and Venti out of the way, offering his back to the now perked up boar.

You did your best boar smirk, before trying your damndest to climb on his back (he ended up helping you with gusts of wind) before taking off into the skies.

“…”

“…Is Jean still mad at Klee for running off?”

This took so long because final reviews are kicking my ass-

Yesterday I had to practice a Christmas play that we should’ve preformed for some pre-K kids that go to my school (even though I’m in highschool) and they didn’t even show up! I spent my first, second and third hours just doing that performance over and over. My little heart ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১-

Hope this sufficed, I know it isn’t the best, but I hope you still enjoyed it! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

#genshin impact sagau #sagau x reader #sagau #x reader #x gn reader #gn y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x you #Boar!Creator

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ghstzzn · 2 months

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entombed | jeong yunho

pairing: jeong yunho x f!reader wc: 3.3k

summary: a demon of your past casually takes what's his, which is you.

warnings/tags: smut, porn with almost zero plot, demon yunho, unprotected sex, oral (f) rec., rough sex, public sex (in an office during after hours), pet names (baby, angel) multiple orgasms, can't think of anything else.

note: this is a re-upload from my deleted account, yunho-mp3, so if it seems very familiar - that is why lol. this is still one of the few things i've written that i loveeeee so much.

The rain pours, cracks of thunder here and there, never startling you though. In fact, it brought some sort of comfort to you, it gave you a sense of realness, as if everything around you were fake. Like if living and breathing were but a chore. Yes, that was the only way you could describe it.

You felt like a weed in a beautiful garden. Poisoned, ripped out - but never at the root, and stomped on. But here you were, sitting straight up as you finished your report for work. Your glasses nearly slipping off the tip of your nose as you type away on your computer, like you were on autopilot. You entrust the workload to your hands as they abuse every letter on the keyboard.

Not a soul remained in the quiet office. They’ve gone home to their families - their children, their loved ones, or maybe out with their friends while they try to digest ungodly amounts of alcohol. You could be doing the same, yes, you had friends and family, but your feet stayed planted to the floor of the office building.

You were happy with life, beyond happy. It felt as if you had everything. He was in your life then too, but it was different then. He hadn’t had as much of an impact as he does now. Your escapades with the man never haunted you as much as they did now. They were harmless, they were innocent one (or multiple) one night stands, you knew almost nothing about him. All you knew was that he “traveled” and little things, like how he liked his coffee & eggs, or how he loved deep conversations with you that lasted hours before you fucked until the sun rose, or how he would never be there when you woke up again. No note. No text. Nothing. As if he were never there. Only the smell of cigarettes and liquor remained in your cold, empty bed.

Jeong Yunho, the man you once felt safe with despite knowing it was but casual sex after bar meetups. You had your suspicions about him. They were mostly him having an affair with you, but you knew something was wrong and this would end horribly.

And it did. Or so you thought.

You brought it up after a lustful night, trying your best to keep your eyes open. You questioned where he went, why he was so secretive, why he refused to give you a number and why he spoke in poems. You asked why you had to rely on coincidental bar meetups, in which he showed up with a group of people and why the customers in the bar didn’t spare him a single glance. In the midst of it all, you confessed your love for him. Maybe that's where it snapped.

He laughed at you. Said you were perfect, adorable even. Tears welled up in his eyes as he laughed at you. It took five minutes for him to compose himself before he confessed. Not love. Not anything you’d expect, no, he confessed his sins to you.

Yunho confessed the number of people he’s slaughtered, the people he's tortured. He confessed ripping families apart for the hell of it, just because he can, and because of his purpose. The sacrifices, the blood, the worship. Hell, he called himself the devil and wore the title proudly. The man you confessed your love to ran a fucking cult and the worst part about it is that your feelings didn’t fade, you had just wished you didn’t ask.

Ignorance is bliss.

He disappeared that night. You haven’t seen Yunho since that night. Honestly, you couldn’t sleep for weeks as you were convinced he would come back just to kill you. It would only make sense, as he did confess to horrid crimes you never once assumed he was capable of doing. But still, you were at war with yourself and your morals. How could you still love him? To yearn for him every night before bed? You question your sanity. The man left you to rot in fear, watching your own back constantly. Jolting awake to every noise you heard in your apartment.

Yet, you still missed the sweet scent he left on your pillows the months before now. Missing the soft scent of alcohol and cigarettes mixed with honey and sandalwood. You missed his voice, his accent and the way his voice lowered through the night whether it was sweet nothings he whispered into your ears or when he told you about the passions no one knew of as you stargazed.

You weren’t the only one at battle with yourself either. Yunho condemned himself. He hated himself for going back to you for a second night at the bar. Absolutely despised himself for letting his rotting heart open up to you during those nights. But most importantly, he despised you. He hated you, he wanted to wrap his hands around your throat and end your life right then and there. But it wasn’t because of who he was, and what you knew he was. It was because he loved you, because he let himself become addicted to you. He let himself feel things for you he was never supposed to feel and he could only hate you for that. Even on nights like this, all he can think about is you.

The rain never let up - a perfect metaphor for you. You continue to let your fingers work their magic on the computer in front of you. Ruining your eyes in the dark room. Your teeth abused your bottom lip while a certain man abused your mind. You hear a beep at the entrance of your office, you think nothing of it as it could be another overtime victim or the security guard making his rounds (though the old man was sure to scold you if so). When you don’t hear any footsteps to follow the sound of the door slamming shut, you look up from your computer screen.

You shoot up from your desk chair, it rolls back, hitting the desk behind you with a thud. Your heart pounds as Yunho stands just feet away from you. The moonlight, along with the light from a few stray computers left on open documents lit up his body just enough for you to take in the man standing before you. It would be wrong to call him beautiful in such a moment as this. But he was. You couldn’t deny it, it’s what drew your heart towards him anyway. You couldn’t decipher if your heart was pounding in fear or if it were pounding in yearning for Yunho.

“Angel.” Your body flinches. Air caught in your throat as he speaks the pet name for you in his deep voice. You wonder where he was before this. Ending lives? Taking souls for himself if he were the devil he claims to be? Even so, you wonder why he left you, and why didn’t stay in your arms all these past nights.

He steps towards you and you take a step back. He only smirks at the reaction your body gave. You fight off every instinct to run into his arms. Your mind and body are at war with each other as you continue to step backwards with every step he takes towards you.

“Why do you run, angel?” Yunho questions, he still advances towards you. You start to run out of room behind you, but you don’t know that.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” You try your best to ask the question with a sturdy voice, not letting emotions take over. He cannot win. Yet. “How did you find me, Yunho?”

Your upper thighs are met with the hard desk behind you and Yunho is a mere foot from you, closing the distance between you at a painfully slow pace. You want to run, but stupidly enough you choose to stay.

“My heart follows only you, of course I know where you are.” He replies, a wide smile planted on his face. “I always know where you are.”

Yunho stands in front of you know, his breath hitting your forehead as he speaks. He lifts a hand, twirling your hair through his fingers as he admires every inch of your face.

“I've missed you dearly.” His voice barely above a whisper. Your words get caught in your throat. Missed you? The same man that left you empty, alone and confused missed you?

“You don’t get to say that, Yunho. Where were you?” You match his tone as you speak. “You left me..”

His hand falls on your cheek, cupping it with enough strength to force your head up at him but not enough to hurt you. You unwillingly fall into his touch, your body yearning for his comfort once again.

“My sweet girl has missed me too,” Yunho starts, “stupidly enough, you miss me just as much. I’m here now, that means something, right?”

“It.. it doesn’t.” You reply, a loss of words as you try to come up with what to say to the man in front of you.

The man that left you for months, making you feel inhumane, questioning your own soul. You should be screaming at him, running away from him. You could at least tell him to get the fuck away from you, but you stay planted in the same spot, melting into his touch.

Yunho's eyes battle on what to focus on, going back and forth from your eyes to your lips. His body subconsciously leaning into yours, breath fanning your face. He watches your eyes share the same struggle as his. You want him just as badly, and he knows it. It makes him smile. The way you so easily submit to him, it's endearing, really. Yunho adores you, and you give him every single reason to keep adoring you.

He can now. There’s nothing stopping him, and he won't let anything stop him again.

“Please.” You breathe out. And with just that one word from you, his lips are connected to yours.

The kiss burns with passion, your lips dance a fiery dance as they melt into each other. It’s not long before he’s biting your lip, making you gasp so he can slip his tongue in yours. A fight of dominance, one that he wins again. Maybe one day he could let you take the reins on him, but for now, he needed you in any way he could have you. It wasn’t in his plans to take you in your office, but it doesn’t matter. It will be your last night stepping foot in this building. Maybe it was better you ended up here, the security cameras pointed at your breathless bodies tearing at each other's clothing as he claimed you for himself.

Your mind is foggy as Yunho rips open your blouse, buttons landing in various places as he attacks your neck and chest. Biting and sucking on the most sensitive parts of your skin. Your hands find themselves gripping at his hair for stability. The moans of his name only encourage him to go deeper. He lowers himself, planting kisses on your stomach, looking into your eyes and he bites and tugs at your skin, soaking in your yelps and whines.

Yunho drops to his knees, hands gripping the backs of your thighs as he searches your eyes for anything. When he finds the answer he needs, he's tugging your slacks down with such force that you almost fall on top of him, only saved by him slamming you back against the desk. One hand flys on top of the desk behind you and the other on top of Yunho's head, raking your fingers through his hair before grabbing a handful to keep your body stable.

His breath fans your clothed core, which is dripping in sweet arousal that Yunho can so clearly smell from a mile away. The scent that started his addiction with you. He yanks your underwear down in one brief movement, not wasting a single second in between before diving himself into your folds. Tongue attacking your clit with force that almost folds your body in half, practically screaming his name. He spreads your legs enough to slip two fingers inside of you, not bothering to start small. Yunho's goal was to pleasure you and prepare you, as he has always done, but this time more desperately.

He needed you badly, skin aching to touch you once more. His fingers pump and curl inside you at a fast pace that has your knees shaking while his tongue darts and swirls at your sensitive nub. If your vision hadn’t gone foggy and you were paying close attention, you could see Yunho's eyes turn black, with no life behind them.

“Fuck- Yunho, please.” You moan out. His fingers remain inside you, pumping at a pace that only makes you roll your eyes back, he pulls his mouth away.

“God, how I’ve missed your sweet taste.” Yunho kisses your inner thighs, you only yearn for his touch where you need him the most. “You haven’t fucked anyone else, I can tell. You belong to me, huh? This sweet cunt of yours is all mine for the taking?”

Your body heats up and you clench at his words. His fingers stop, urging you to answer. Yunho has always liked when you responded to his filthy words in bed.

“Y-yes! All for you, Yunho. Please.. M-more.”

He smirks against your skin, returning the brutal pace of his fingers. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder, reaching new spots in your core. He dives back into your wetness, the force of his tongue has you leaning back onto the messy desk behind you. Not caring of the mess you were making in the owner's area. Both hands are now in Yunho's hair as he eats you out like a starved man.

A familiar warmth pools in your lower half as he continues to abuse your clit and hole. You pull on his hair, making him groan right into you. He leaves a harsh slap to your ass, snapping that rope leading to your orgasm. Your body trembles as you come on to his fingers and tongue, but his pace never relents. He continues until he's satisfied.

“Yunho- fuck, it’s t-too much. Oh my god- too much!” You almost scream. The warmth pooling back into your stomach already, not even being minutes since your first orgasm. He adds a third finger and you scream out his name.

Your thighs close around his head as he brings forth another orgasm, you pull his hair, trying your hardest to push him away from your overstimulated area. He pulls back, a smile so wide you could only assume he achieved his goal.

Yunho pulls his fingers out of you, you pant as he stands to his full height. Grabbing the back of your neck to pull you closer to him, he sticks his fingers into your mouth, and you suck.

“Taste yourself, pretty angel of mine? That’s all you.” He coos. You stare into his eyes, his black eyes. Lost in the pleasure, you couldn’t possibly bring yourself to be concerned over it. Technically, he did warn you.

He replaces his fingers with his lips once more. He quickly unbuckled his jeans, yanking them down with his underwear to free his aching cock. Yunho hooks his arms under your thighs, rubbing his length against your soaked core. Making your body shutter at the action.

“Fuck. Y/N, you don’t know how badly I’ve needed to be inside you.” He groans into your ear. “How bad I’ve needed you these past few months. Just wanna fuck you and never stop.”

“Please, please just- need you inside, Yunho.” You whine, bucking your hips for any friction his cock can give.

“Mmh, I’m not the only one who’s been needy, huh?”

Yunho tucks your hair out of your face. “So fucked out and I haven’t even properly fucked you.”

You throw your head into his shoulder as he slides into you. Not sparing you a second before he's already pulling out and slamming back into you. Yunho suddenly lifts you into his arms, bringing you to a different table, an emptier table that he can lay you down on. He takes your hands and pins them above your head before ramming into you once more.

He speeds his pace up, fucking into you with enough force that the table below you creaks. Yunho lets go of your hands to grip your waist, bringing your body to meet his as he fucks you. He grunts and groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. You didn’t even notice when he got rid of his shirt.

“S’fucking perfect. Like you were made to take my cock.” Yunho grunts out. “Wanna fuck you so full.”

You only scream and moan his name. His pace only quickens and you can feel your third orgasm approach you.

“Cum on my cock, angel.”

You tighten around him before releasing over him once more. Your body shakes and you can barely catch your breath. He pulls out suddenly, flipping you over, giving you a second to recover as he rubs your ass cheeks before giving them a smack.

“Just one more, baby.” He pleads from behind.

“Yunho- I, so much-”

“One more, I promise. Then we can leave forever. Together.”

You don’t push on that, you only nod and he enters you again. Returning his brutal thrusts from before but this time as a new angle. You wonder how he could have so much restraint from cumming, but he is inhuman afterall. Or so it seems.

Your body flattens against the table top as he fucks into you with so much strength that the table rocks back and forth. You yelp and moan his name loudly as he does so. The office room is silent other than the cries from both you and Yunho and skin slapping. Yunho continues the brutal pace but soon his thrusts turn sloppier by the second.

“Fuck- baby, I’m close.” He chokes out, leaning forwards to catch himself on the table. “Cum with me again, angel, I know you can.”

He reaches a hand around, rubbing circles in your already sensitive clit. It doesn’t take long for your final orgasm to reach you.

“Yes, just like that. Cum for me, show me one more time how good I’m fucking you.”

The band inside you snaps once more as you come, with so much force that your body falls limp as you pant against the table. Within a few more thrusts, Yunho comes inside of you. White ropes of cum filling your walls for what it seems like a full minute. He pulls out and rests against your body, both catching your breaths and trying to regain your stamina.

Moments pass before he’s helping you turn over, wiping up your legs with spare tissues left on one of the nearby desks.

“You think you can walk?” He asks as he pulls your slacks back up over your legs. You nod.

“I think so, maybe with a bit of help.” You reply. “By the way, your eyes.. They are-”

“Black? Baby, I told you what I was months ago, don’t act so ignorant.”

Yunho straightens out, already fully dressed, as he covers your chest with your torn blouse. He stares into your eyes, with what you could only hope is with love.

“Let’s go,” He takes your hand in his, “We have a car waiting.”

“Where are we going?” You ask, leaning into his hold.

“Away. Won't you come with? We’ll be together forever.” He questions, but he knows the answer already. He knows you would follow him to the ends of the Earth if he asked.

“Of course, Yunho. Until the end.” He smiles, almost sadistically. You were his, forever.

Yunho takes your hand up to his mouth, planting a kiss on the back of it.

“Oh, you will. You’re nothing but mine, for eternity.”

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dakotalun · 2 years

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"Answer it" | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: Chrissy couldn't have called at a worse time.

warnings: oral (f. receiving), praise kink, pet names (good girl, baby, pretty girl), dom!eddie, fingering, threatened orgasm denial, cunnilingus, degradation (whore, slut)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: First time publishing my smut scenes somewhere. Little scared.

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

“Fuck baby,” He kisses that spot that gets you arching your back off the bed, moans falling from your lips. He dives back into your pussy at a relentless speed, licking and sucking your clit. You’re so caught up in his movements that you almost don’t notice your phone ringing. You look over to see who could be calling you at this time, which is the worst time for someone to call by the way. You notice the caller ID as Chrissy, your best friend. God out of all the times she could be calling, it had to be right now, while I’m getting eaten out.

Eddie lifts his head up, stopping all movements on you, “Answer it.”

“What?,” You’re not sure you heard him right because he couldn’t possibly want you to answer the phone right now. He is laying between you, making you moan so loud that the entire trailer park could probably hear, “You can’t be serious, right?”

“Hundred percent serious, now answer it.” His voice is stern and dark, you look at him wide eyed meeting his eyes. You try and plead with him but it doesn’t work. And by the time you go to answer the phone, the call drops.

“Call her back.”

“But-”

“Right. Now,” He lifts himself up so he’s kneeling between your legs, still holding your thighs open.

“But, can’t I just call her later, y’know after,” You emphasize the last word to hopefully make him see how desperate you are right now.

“No, call her back right now. And the entire time I’ll be right here,” He strokes one finger over your folds, “pleasing you like the slut you are,” He plants a kiss to your inner thigh, making your eyes roll back because he is so close yet so far from where you need him, “And if you so much as stutter or moan, or even whimper, you won’t be coming tonight,” His big, brown eyes are piercing yours, a silent warning.

“Fine,” You groan and open the phone and hit the call button next to Chrissy’s name. The phone rings a few times before she picks up.

“Hey Y/N, are you busy?” You look down at him, trying one more time to plead with him silently, he just winks and go back to what he was doing.

You have to bite down on your lip to stifle the moan that threatened to leave your lips. Taking a deep breath before answering, “Uh, no, just chillin’. What’s up?”

“Oh good, I needed to talk to you about this party that Henderson is hosting, the after hours pool party?”

What she says seems to peak Eddie’s interest and he looks up at you, not stopping his movements. You stare back at him before just rolling your eyes and focusing on Chrissy again, “Oh yeah, what about it?”

She clears her throat, “Well I was wondering if maybe, if it’s not too much trouble, you can absolutely say no by the way, but, if you could-”

You cut her off before she can finish because you know where this is going, “Yes I’ll try and set you up with Steve, I’m sure Dustin would be down to help as well,” Your voice falters just a little bit in the middle as he licks that sweet spot on you.

“Really?! Oh thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou! You have no idea how happy that makes me!” Chrissy squeals on the other end, causing you to move the phone away from your ear.

“Yea I’m glad I could help, is that-” At that moment Eddie slams a finger into you, midsentence. You feel like he’s trying to make you blow your cover. You do your best to muffle the gasp that comes from inside, “all you called for?” You try and not sound like you wanna get off with her but god do you. You love her but she’s really ruining this.

“Yea but now I need help figuring out an outfit, I feel like everything I own isn’t cute enough, I mean do you think I should wear the black bottoms with the wrap top or the binder top? Or should I wear my one piece, because I mean wearing a bikini around him will be nerve racking. OH or I could wear my blue bikini, but wait aren’t you wearing your blue one? I don’t want to be all matchy matchy with you. Not that I wouldn’t want to! It’s just do I really want Steve to see me that way, what if he thinks we’re dating. I mean I know you’re with Eddie and all-” At the mention of his name he speeds up his attacks on your clit and adds another finger. It takes every ounce of you not to moan right into the phone, the way he’s moving right now is making it hard to function.

“Y/N?” Chrissy calls from the other end.

“Hm?” “I asked if you think I should wear the black bikini or the one piece. Are you okay? You seem distracted.” Shit she’s gonna catch us.

“Oh yeah I’m fine,” He picks up the pace again, making you bite down on your hand, “Just thinking. So what about this, you and I go shopping for new swimsuits tomorrow, that way you can wear something new and really impress Harrington? I’m sure he’d love to know that he’s the first to see you in it,” You try to get every word out as fast as possible before another moan surfaces. The way he’s teasing and just rutting his fingers into you is making your head spin.

“That’s a good idea. Okay so what time do you wanna meet up?”

“I don’t know, how about noon. That way we can,” You clear your throat to try from moaning, “get lunch too. Sound good?” She takes a minute before she responds.

“Uh yea that should work. Call me when you’re on your way?”

“Yup. See you tomorrow.”

“Great. Love you.”

“Love you too,” You hang the phone up as quick as humanly possible and let out the moan that you had been holding in the entire time.

“Shit baby,” He lifts his head from between your legs, keeping the pace of his fingers, “you kept getting tighter the more she kept you on the phone. Does the thought of getting caught really turn you on that much?”

You couldn’t control the walls of your pussy clenching at the thought. Getting caught while he’s fucking you senseless is like, fuuuck.

“Oh you do? I felt the way you clench around me. You like the thought of someone finding out how much of a whore you are,” He just tuts and goes back to abusing your clit with his mouth.

The feeling of his sucking and licking your clit while also finger fucking you is becoming too much and you begin to feel the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Shit Eds, I’m gonna cum,” You whine as he keeps up his movements.

“Then cum for me. I want you so cum all over my face,” He pulls his fingers out of you and replaces them with his mouth, ready to lick up all that spills out when you finally topple over the edge. His fingers go to your clit, rubbing tight circles causing you to wrap your hands in his hair and pull. This earns a groan from him as he continues to lick you.

“Come on pretty girl. Cum for me, make my face wet with your cum. I want to taste all of you.”

The vibration of his groan and his words are enough to make you fall over that edge. He laps at you, taking as much of you as he possibly can, still fucking you through your orgasm. You slowly start to come down from your high, releasing your death grip on his hair and relaxing them by your side. Your body is rendered motionless, you can barely move a muscle.

“Good girl. You did so well for me, you didn’t mess up once. And god you tasted so good, I could sit between these thighs for hours,” He strokes your thighs as he comes up to lay beside you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. You snuggle in close to him, happy to just be with him.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” He kisses your temple, “Now what was that I heard about a pool party?”

#eddie stranger things #dustin #munson #eddie munson #eddie my love #eddie my beloved #female reader #oneshot #smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #steve harrington #steve x chrissy

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kissami · 5 months

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HEAVEN AND BACK

sum. after a tough breakup, you find comfort in things you never thought you would do.

fem!reader with she/her pronouns

warnings: drug usage, very rushed, angry katsuki but the usual, y/n is a mess lol and kinda a crybaby srry I was pmsing when I wrote this…

inspo: heavily inspired by Heaven and back by chase Atlantic I love that song sm gn

not proof read sorry I’m lazy I’ll edit it later, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED

She was always dealing with the devil

She was always into taking those chances, yeah

“Thank you, have a wonderful day.” You smiled at the customer as they grabbed their cigarettes and left the convenience store you worked at.

It was currently 7:47 PM, and all you wanted to do was be at home with your cat and sleep.

But it’s never sleep when it comes to you. It’s always work, study, work, work, repeat. Living alone was stressful, especially when you didn’t have a support system like you used to.

Your support system..your precious katsuki. Gosh how much you missed him. That night of your breakup was one of the worst things you had ever experienced.

It wasn’t like the time when you lost your pet turtle and it crawled into your father’s work boots, leading to its awful death.

It wasn’t like the time you lost the charm bracelet your best friend had gotten you for your birthday in 7th grade.

No, nothing could ever compare to the way you felt like your heart was yanked out of your chest and tossed aside like a rock.

“Being in a relationship with you is exhausting.” You remembered saying to him as he was ranting about god knows what. You didn’t remember why you two argued, or how you two got in that position.

“Are you fucking serious?” You finally realized what you had said, going up to him to apologize.

But all you remember is him scoffing with tears in his pretty ruby eyes and yanking his jacket off the coat rack, slamming the door harshly. That was the last time you seen him.

“Hi is your lane open?”

You looked up, seeing three girls who were dressed in tight dresses, fur coats with huge smiles on their faces. You caught a whiff of the familiar green plant many would find relief in and their bloodshot eyes as they looked at you in excitement.

“Yes of course. Is this all?” You scanned the bottles of Pedialyte, chuckling as the girls began to ramble.

“You’re really pretty to be working at a place like this?” One girl with brown hair and pink highlights said, holding onto her phone.

“Oh uh thanks?” You blinked at her, looking back down as you scanned the Tylenol.

 “We’re going to a party later, you should definitely come! When does your shift end?” You sighed, looking at the clock. These girls didn’t even know you and they wanted to party with you?

“It ends now, but look I don’t really go out at all though so-“

“Even more reason to come! Come on! It’ll be fun!” The shorter girl with curls said as she shoved her pixie stick in her mouth.

“I don’t even know your names.” You tried to explain, shaking your head in disagreement to this idea of theirs.

“I’m Yei, this is Lumi and Honey. We already know your name,” Yei the girl with blue hair pointed to your name tag giggling. “So there’s no other excuse. Please come with us.”

“I think that’s an amazing idea.” You felt a soft shove, looking over to see your coworker Ley looking down at you smiling.

“But I-“

“Go, Y/N. You’ve been working too hard and I know Layla asked for you to cover her shift for tonight but I refuse. As your boss and your friend, go have fun.” You sighed, nodding as you handed Ley your work apron.

Some would say it was pretty weird to have a boss who treated you this way, but you’ve know Ley since middle school. He was basically one of the reasons you still had a job here.

“I don’t even have anything to wear though.” You walked next to the girls as they dragged you along.

Said she met a couple other women

Who were into going late night dancing, yeah

You side glanced at the numerous people that were dancing along with the loud music, smoke overtaking the air as you clenched onto one of the girls’ hand, following them as they led you in further into the party.

You sighed a deep breath, feeling anxious as you watched everyone pushing and grinding on one another.

Gosh you wished you could call Katsuki to be here. Or even to just take you home.

“Hey, have a drink you look stressed.” Lumi laughed as she passes you a red cup. You gulped, smiling as you clenched it in your palm.

“Hey leave her alone, she said she’s not one to party so maybe she’s just not used to this environment.” Honey gave you a side hug and rubbed your shoulders in comfort.

‘I want to go home.’ You thought as you started to sip on the drink, making a small face at the sweetness of the alcoholic beverage, but still not putting it down.

“Mina said she was coming over with her friends.” You tensed up as you heard your old friend’s name from Yei who put her phone back in her small clutch, going back to downing the small shot glasses that were scattered around the counter.

“Mina as in-“ before you could finish, you felt warm soft arms grab your hands, squealing in your ear as you turned around to see the familiar pink girl looking at you in excitement.

“Y/N what are you doing here?!?” She asked, grabbing her hands tightly again smiling widely.

“Oh I was just-“ you looked up for a second and took a double take as you saw him.

Katsuki, standing in all his glory. His large arms in full display in that black wife beater tank, the chain that hung on the side of his loose jeans and your favorite gold chain that laid so gorgeously on his neck. You saw that he got an eyebrow piercing along with two more ear piercings and with pretty gold rings that hugged his fingers perfectly.

The fingers that were wrapped around a girl’s waist tightly.

Your breath hitched as you watched the way he smiled smugishly into the heated kiss with the girl who looked like an angel.

She was the complete opposite of you. So perfect.

You stared back at Mina with wide eyes, making her frown as she slightly turned around to see what you were looking at.

Her deep sigh of disappointment was all you needed to know.

You pulled away from Mina, walking to the bathroom as a loud sigh escaped out of your chest.

“Stupid stupid stupid.” You kept repeating to yourself as you started to put cold water on your face to cool down.

A loud knock interrupted your mini crisis. “Hey we need the bathroom!” A girl yelled, twisting the doorknob annoyingly.

“Sorry.” You whispered as you walked out, seeing two girls drag in a boy with blond hair with a lightening streak who was smiling dumbly. You now realized it was Denki who was dragged into the bathroom.

Good for him. You thought with a small smile. You began to make your way out, only to be caught by the wrist.

Looking back, you saw the face you were dreading to see now.

“Let me go, Katsuki.” You spoke sternly, yanking your arm away. You saw a small glance of hurt in his eyes that was quickly overtaken by the look of anger.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He asked, looking over your shoulder and back at you.

“Who are you with?” You rubbed your face in annoyance and frustration. “That’s none of your business.” You heard a small huff from him, seeing the way he licked his lips in irritation.

A habit you used to love because he looked so good doing it.

“It is my business when you-“ you felt another pair of hands grab your shoulder, being shoved back into a rough chest.

“Is this guy bothering you?” You looked up, feeling your breath hitch at the gorgeous man that stood before you.

He had a tight compressed black shirt with gray sweatpants. Pretty green eyes and raven black hair as he looked at Katsuki.

“Uh what?” You asked to yourself, looking back and forth as you soon realized you were in a muscle sandwich.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Katsuki barked, feeling a vein pop out of his forehead.

“Katsuki.” You spoke softly, looking up at him as he laughed softly.

“Whatever, Y/N. Do whatever the fuck you want. I’m sick of worrying about you and your stupid decisions.” He brushed you off, walking back to the girl from earlier as he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the party.

You felt your heart hurt a bit, gulping at the way he tenderly talked to her as they left, without a second glance.

“What a crappy ex huh?” The guy joked softly, looking back down at you.

“You seem like you need something to get your mind off things.”

Then she fell in love with a pill, that could take away all her pain, yeah

“What is this?” You twirled the pastel rainbow pills in the small shot glass, looking up at the guy whos name was Kyle, in curiosity.

“I like to call them my happy pills. Come on, try it. Let it course through your veins as all your worries leave you.” He sat back in the raggedy couch that was in the basement as he smoked a joint.

You scratched your neck, feeling a bit tense and bothered as you saw the gray sweatpants that hugged his waist as he man-spread.

“I’m not gonna die, right?” You never did anything like this before, and you had no idea why you were even trusting this man with anything he was giving you.

But you were a whore for a man in a tight black shirt that showed all his good..qualities.

Then she fell in love with a whole new drug

That could fill her veins

And then

An hour later, you were laughing hysterically as you drank, looking around the room.

You felt like you were floating, never had you felt so alive before. This was a new sense of happiness you haven’t felt in all your years.

You started to feel addicted to this feeling.

She's high

She lives in the sky

Tonight, she's satisfied

Rolling back her eyes

You put your hand up, turning it as you inspected it in curiosity. Giving a side glance, you saw Kyle talking to his group of friends, smiling over to you.

You fell on the couch face first, groaning as you felt your vision start to blur.

“What?” You asked, seeing blobs looking down at you, shaking for you to stay awake.

“I’m having fun, leave me alone.” You giggle, pushing one of the face’s away, humming a song softly.

“Katsuki, please take her home.” Honey was looking down at you in worry, wiping your sweat off your forehead as she spoke in the phone.

There were incoherent voices in the background that you happily blocked as you sipped on another drink that was passed down to you.

“Get up.” After a good fifteen minutes of pure bliss when honey hung up the phone, you looked up confused to see him staring down at you completely pissed.

You looked around as Lumi helped you stand, seeing the girl who Katsuki was with looking at him annoyed but she was now sitting on Kyle’s lap drinking.

“Huh?” You asked, pushing his face aside when he tried to help you walk.

You limply looked up at him, seeing him even more mad than before had you sober up a tiny bit.

But then she starts to cry

Everything is turning to black

He lead you outside to his car, his keys jingling around while he helped you to sit inside.

You nuzzled up to the familiar texture of his seats that you used to sit in countless times before.

It was silent the whole ride and you began to cry.

Not just a normal sniffle cry. But a gut wrenching wail, the endless tears falling down your cheeks.

“Don’t be mad at me. Please I’m sorry.” You said clearly extremely intoxicated, watching him clench the steering wheel.

“I’m not mad!” He yelled, making you tense up and cry again.

“I-I’m not mad at you…okay? Whatever happened before….i forgave you for it. I’m mad at myself because I fucking left you!” You could hear the way his voice sounded so distraught and upset that it made you scotch closer to the car door a bit more.

“And what the fuck did you take?! How fucking stupid are you to do something like this? Did you even know that fucking guy?? You’re fucking smarter than this, Y/N what were you thinking??”

You felt your cheeks burn from the alcohol, the embarrassment, and the frustration.

“I wasn’t okay? I wasn’t thinking.”

“Fucking clearly. What the fuck happened to you?” You sat up, looking at him completely heartbroken as he spoke those words to you.

“It’s you! It’s all you!” You cried out. Katsuki looked at you, extremely pissed now as he slammed the car breaks which made the car shriek.

“Oh so it’s my fault now?!” Katsuki now turned his whole body to you, pushing the driver seat back so he was more comfortable as he faced you.

You scoffed, trying to open the car door only for him to reach over and slam it shut, along with putting the child locks on.

“You’re not fucking leaving. We’re going to talk. What the hell is going on?”

You looked at him as your head limply fell back, lightly hitting the seat as tears streamed your face.

“I was doing fine. Then these girls picked me up after my shift and then I went to that stupid party! Then I see you there, making out with the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. I was so upset i ran to the bathroom but then denki and some girls came in so then I left only to bump into you! After that you started being a fucking asshole which made that dude come over! The-then he gave me these pills. They made me feel fucking incredible!!”

Katsuki’s mouth opened like a fish out of water, his eyes wide as you rambled.

“So there! That’s what’s wrong with me!” Reaching over his lap, you unlocked the car and got out.

As soon as you did, the cool fresh air hit you instantly, making you hunch over as you started to throw up everything in your system.

You heaved, throwing up even more as you clenched onto the tree that was on the side of the road.

You heard the door slam and a comforting rub on your back the more you threw up.

“It’s okay. Let it out.” You turned around, feeling your legs get wobbly as you pushed his hands off.

“You said you could care less about me so leave me alone.” You spoke drunkenly, only for your head to roll back and everything going black for you.

Katsuki sighed as you plopped on the dried orange leaves that luckily saved your fall.

All in one night

She just went to heaven and back

You slowly opened your eyes, seeing that you were in the back of his car, laying across the seats with his jacket that used to be your favorite to steal.

You watched him skip through songs, groaning at the annoying stations that played.

“Who was she?” You almost laughed at the way he jumped, turning to see you sitting up now.

“Jesus fuck, you scared the hell out of me.” you could practically hear the way his heart was racing and ponding from the tight grip he had on the steering wheel.

“Answer my question.” Katsuki stayed silent.

“Just…a girl I started talking to.” Humming in response, you leaned your head against the car window.

“That’s why I did it. As pathetic as it sounds, I took those pills to forget about tonight. To get that imagine of you kissing her so lovingly out of my fucking head.” You didn’t realize just how much you started to cry, only seeing your tears landing on your hands that were laying on your lap.

“Y/N-“

“It’s my fault though. I was so stressed with school and making sure I had enough money for the week that I was so mean to you when you tried to talk to me that night. I’m sorry I said you were exhausting. I’m sorry I’ve been a shitty girlfriend to you, I’m sorry for everything.”

Silence.

You wanted to bury yourself in embarrassment at the way you had rambled your apology, overthinking that maybe he didn’t give a shit about you or your relationship anymore.

“I can see you having a fight with yourself, stop it.” Katsuki gave you a deep sigh, thinking for a bit before he gave himself a small nod.

“Don’t…apologize. I was being an asshole too and pushing your limits when you were saying you weren’t in the mood to speak. I should’ve given you your space. I’m sorry I fucking kissed that girl.”

Before you could respond, he parked the car and you finally realized where you were at now. You were parked right outside his apartment.

The door opened and Katsuki sat next to you.

“Look at me,” he grabbed your hand. “I’m sorry. We both were…really shitty with each other and I’m sorry. I want…to work things out. Maybe it isn’t our time yet, but I just want you.” Katsuki looked down at you, wiping your cheeks.

“I love you. So much. But I can’t…not right now. Not when I have so much regret and resentment with myself for letting this shit happen to you.”

You hum, looking down at your hands as you were thinking of what to say.

“It’s crazy how much shit can happen in one night huh…but can I ask a favor from you?” He looked at you, waiting for you to continue.

“Can we stay like this? Just for tonight like old times? Before I lose you again?”

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mitsuyeaah · 11 months

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TRAIL OF BROKEN HEARTS

TŌRU OIKAWA x f! reader

“cause i’ve made some real big mistakes but you made the worst one look fine. i should’ve known it was strange.”

cw: college au, older brother’s best friend!oikawa (older brother is iwaizumi ofc), mutual pining (but oikawa is dumb and doesn’t know how to handle his feelings), nsfw (mdni), slight angst, smut, drunk sex, creampie, mentions of alcohol use (brief), pet names (baby, pretty girl)

word count: 5.9k

a/n: for my pookie tōru!!! hehe of course i’m posting something for him, i’ve been having severe tōru brainrot and i just HAD to write. © divider: animatedglittergraphics-n-more

“Say it..” Oikawa panted, umber eyes staring intently at your own, clouded with lust.

Loud music that penetrated the thin walls of the frat house slowly turned mellow—the sharp beats, and bass that had vibrations coursing through your veins were drowned out as every minute passed. Occasional cheers of many intoxicated college students that littered the house were watered down into a muffled mess as your ears rang from the sheer tension slowly building inside the walls of this very room you were in. That’s right, it was only the two of you—you and Oikawa, all alone with the door locked behind him.

Your cheeks warmed under his intense stare, moonlight that seeped from the window casting a faint glow on the side of his handsome face, accentuating his features and bringing out its sharpness that you’ve grown to love—pools of endless hazel glimmering from the silvery light. You swallowed thickly, his hot breath fanning over your face as he waited for your response. Your skin burned under Oikawa’s touch, his hand rested on your hip, and the other planted on the pillow, just beside your head to brace his torso.

He needed you to say that you wanted him—all of him—before doing anything further with you. Yes, his head spun from the mix of lust and alcohol but he was still in the right mind to ask you whether you wanted this or not because after all, you were his best friend’s younger sister. God, there were so many things wrong with this but neither of you cared; not when you’ve already exchanged a passionate kiss before entering the room, moaning his name into his mouth as his lips desperately collided against your own.

Fuck, Oikawa had been waiting, waiting, and waiting for this. There wasn’t a day where his mind didn’t wander to you, sometimes wandering a bit too deep for his liking which usually ended up with his hand wrapped around his hard cock, desperately fisting it as your name escapes his parted lips. He’s been waiting long enough, and tonight was the night he decided to do something about whatever he felt deep inside. Oikawa knew he’d be dead if he ever told Hajime about any of this, which is why he kept it all to himself but it didn’t help how his fantasies drove him up the wall—his body yearning for you to the extent where he swore it was almost painful.

Everything that led up to this moment was a blur, kind of. All you knew was that Oikawa was all over you as soon as you stepped foot in the house. His hand wrapped loosely around your waist, him pulling you onto his lap, his lingering stares; normally, you wouldn’t even bat an eye at him since he effortlessly made you nervous in his presence but you blamed the alcohol in your system. Oikawa mentally cursed himself for being so mean by slightly rejoicing at the fact that his best friend—your brother—couldn’t make it to tonight’s party due to being rostered for a shift.

This was all new to you because Oikawa had never given you this much attention for the entirety that you’ve known him—the two of you weren’t even close. Your older brother, Hajime, being the middle ground for both you and Oikawa. There were small exchanges of formalities here and there but that was just about it but tonight was different, he followed you everywhere and you let him—like two celestial bodies locked in an endless orbit around each other, bound by gravity. But what exactly was this gravity for both of you?

There was this voice at the back of your mind that told you this was wrong. That this would end it a messy disaster, given his reputation—not only loved and adored by many women but also surrounded. A ladies’ man, if you must, all thanks to his popular history with volleyball. You’ve always known deep down that Oikawa would never reciprocate your feelings because he merely saw you as Hajime’s younger sister, and acted like nothing but an older brother to you. But up until now, everything you believed didn’t seem so believable anymore; not when Oikawa had you underneath him, eyes blown with pure lust.

Maybe this time, this time you’ll shut out that pesky little voice in your head because you wanted nothing more than him—the man that’s got you trapped between his body and the mattress in a stranger’s bedroom, your brother’s best friend. Whatever comes after this, you’ll face head on but you trusted Oikawa to handle your heart gently despite the trails of broken hearts he’s left behind—something in you knew he wasn’t going to let you down. Nonetheless, you prayed to the stars above that you were right about this. About him.

Pleasure now, consequences later.

“I want you..” You breathed out, chest heaving up and down as your breaths became shallower with every passing minute.

Oikawa cursed under his breath before dipping his head down to kiss you. This time, his kisses weren’t as eager as earlier, they were slow and sensual; cherishing every second the way your pillowy lips moved against his own, and how it felt. The desperation behind Oikawa’s kisses were long gone, like he was rest assured that you weren’t going anywhere else, that you chose to be here with him. You reached your hands out, shakily grabbing the collar of his shirt as he shoved his tongue past your lips.

He placed a knee between your legs, situating it under your skirt, right at the apex where you needed him the most but he didn’t dare move it; it drove you absolutely crazy, the pressure on your cunt was there but it wasn’t enough to elicit some kind of pleasure—it also didn’t help how there was no friction at all. Whining into his mouth, you moved your hips up and down, grinding your clothed cunt against his knee. Oikawa pulled away from the heated kiss, the corners of his lips tugging into a smirk as he watched you desperately rut your hips into his knee. “How eager..” His tone was saccharine, sweeter than what he usually uses around other women.

If Oikawa was being honest right now, he was completely shitting himself. Not because it was his first time, no, but because it was you. You weren’t some other woman who would fall to his feet from mere flirtatious expressions which were often not genuine—hell, he’s pretty sure you never even saw him as a man but instead just another older brother figure. Oikawa knows this was wrong, completely wrong; he won’t blame you if you were confused out of your mind right now, given how he’s been acting neutral towards you for the past years you’ve known each other, and now suddenly he was all over you.

It was like he was put in a trance as his eyes wandered across your features. Fuck, you looked so pretty and it was all for him. Oikawa hastily grabbed the hem of your blouse and yanked it above your head, exposing the white lacy bra you donned underneath—his eyes traced your front, from the valley of your breasts down to your stomach. You were only half naked and yet you already left him speechless.

Oikawa didn’t hesitate to strip down to his underwear, he also didn’t give your eyes enough time to wander down his torso by flipping your skirt up and parting your legs further. At this point, the alcohol coursing through his body made him hornier and more impatient. He planted your feet on the bed, bringing your knees up before peppering your inner thighs with sloppy, wet kisses that earned small whimpers from you—Oikawa held your gaze as he kissed your clothed cunt.

You sucked in a sharp breath as you stared at his lustful gaze, your hands gripping the hem of your skirt at his lewdness. It wasn’t your first time having sex with someone but Oikawa was just so different from the ones you’ve slept with—so lewd, so dirty, and not as adventurous as the other’s you’ve had. “O-Oikawa.. Haah..” A moan slipped past your lips as he licked the wet spot on your underwear, the tip of his tongue stiffening to apply pressure at your sopping entrance.

“Hmm? So wet f’me already..” You threw your head back at the friction from his fingers that were rubbing up and down your clothed cunt. Oikawa’s smug smile widened as the wet spot on your panties grew from his ministrations, earning another moan from you as you clenched around nothing. “Oikawa, please. I want you in me..” You whined, the warmth from your cheeks spreading to your ears as you held his gaze. You didn’t miss the way his hazel eyes glimmered at your pathetic plea.

He tilted his head to the side, fingers still rubbing at your clothed cunt, “Oh? It looks like you don’t want me at all, baby. Your begging sounds pathetic.” The drunken words he slurred earned a slight whimper from you. You felt defeated that he was making you beg more for him when you were already as impatient as you could get. “Mhm.. Please, Tōru..? Fuck. I want your cock inside me.”

Oikawa would’ve asked you to beg for him more if you didn’t use his first name. Fuck, something about the way his name rolled off your tongue made his cock twitch. He used to fantasise about you moaning his name underneath him, and now that it’s right in front of him, he won’t let it go any time soon.

“Let’s get these off first, hm? Show me yourself, pretty girl.” Oikawa skilfully snaked his hands behind your back to unclasp the lacy restriction on your chest. Before you could even compose yourself, he eagerly pulled your bra from your chest—goosebumps immediately forming from the cool night air. “Oikawa, h-hold on..!” Your arms defensively crossed over your chest, hiding your breasts from his view. “Mmm, there’s no reason to hide from me is there? After all, I’m going to be fucking that sweet cunt soon.” Oikawa circled his hands around your wrists, gently tugging them out of the way and pinning them on either side of your head to expose your breasts.

He bit his lip at the view. Fuck, it was just like how he imagined when he fisted his cock to the thought of you. Your heart pounded against your chest, getting extremely shy from the way Oikawa was eyeing your breasts a little too long for your liking. He let out a breathless laugh, not missing the way you turned your head to the side from embarrassment. He slowly let go of your wrists to cup at each mound, his large palms perfectly covering the entirety of each breast.

Your lips parted to let out a soft moan, face contorting in pleasure as Oikawa massaged your breasts—he switched between squeezing the supple skin and lightly pinching at your hardened buds, earning a small yelp from you. “Baby, as much as I’d love to spend more time playing with your tits, I’m sure we both have one thing in mind.” He gave you a saccharine smile before placing a chaste kiss on the valley of your breasts.

Oikawa pulled back to remove the last article of clothing he had on, your keen eyes watched as he slowly pulled down the fabric, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen as he fully exposed himself. You bit your lip at his cock, your gaze tracing every ridge along his shaft. Not only was it pretty but fuck, was it long. Pride swelled upon Oikawa’s chest as he saw the way you keenly eyed his cock. You watched as he wrapped a hand around the shaft and languidly stroked it, throwing his head back in pleasure.

As if on instinct, you sat up from the mattress with your hands jutted, wanting to grab his pretty cock—your head spun a bit from the swift movement. “Ah, ah, ah. There’s another time for that, my pretty. I want to be inside you right now.” Oikawa grabbed your shoulder and gently pushed your torso back down on the mattress before climbing over your body once again.

Another time? Was that a sincere promise or an empty one? You couldn’t help but think.

With your skirt flipped up, he pushed aside your soaked panties to tease his tip at your wet entrance. You threw your head back at the raw skin contact, allowing Oikawa to dip his head down to pepper your collarbone with open-mouthed kisses.

“Fuck.. P-Please just put it in, ‘Kawa..” “Mhm, that’s Tōru for you.”

Oikawa breathlessly chuckled against your skin, and before you could retort, he pushed the blunt tip of his cock past your wet folds, earning a whine from both of you. Your hands flew to wrap around his torso, nails gently scratching at his back as he pushed his cock in inch by inch—tracing every dip and curve of his back muscles. Oikawa’s eyes rolled back at the sensation of your nails running down his back, sending a shiver up his spine as the pleasure within him grew.

“S-shit..! You’re so fucking tight, huh? This pussy is taking me so well—aah!” He let out a heated gasp as you clenched around him, his arms trembling and almost giving up from it. “Ngh! Just put it all in, Tōru.. I can take you.” Oikawa almost moaned out loud, not only did you use his first name again but you also reassured him that you could take his length just fine. That there was no need to hold back with you. His arms wobbled as he pushed the rest of his length in.

With his cock fully sheathed inside you, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a long loud whine. Oikawa stayed that way for a while, heavy pants leaving his lips as he pulled himself together. Fuck, you were squeezing him so good. His nails dug deep into his palms as you scratched his back once again from the way the blunt tip of his cock kissed your cervix, he was about to lose his mind and he hadn't even started thrusting yet. “What? Best pussy you’ve had?” You panted, one hand snaking up to play with his chestnut strands.

Normally, Oikawa would’ve retorted with something cockier but what you said was true. He’d been fantasising long enough about your sweet cunt but he didn’t know it was going to be this good. Too good. “Of course.. And it’s all mine, yeah? Fuck, this pussy is all mine and no one else’s.” He lifted his head from your neck to meet your gaze—his cheeks were now a shade of crimson, lids heavy from lust.

“Yes, Tōru. All yours. I’m all yours.”

You didn’t miss the way Oikawa sucked in a sharp breath as he held your gaze. Both of you knew there was weight to your words—it had meaning behind them, and not spurred like a drunken, meaningless confession at the heat of the moment. But that was reserved for the morning, at least.

He pulled his hips back and started thrusting while giving you a passionate kiss, earning a loud muffled moan from you. Oikawa couldn’t believe this was actually happening and fuck, it was definitely much better than having a hand around his cock while imagining it was your cunt. The sound of skin slapping, squelching, and heated moans bounced around the thin walls of the room as he picked up his pace. Fortunately, these erotic sounds coming from the two of you were enough to be drowned out by the loud music originating from the living room.

Normally, Oikawa would’ve had you in a ‘face down, ass up’ position just like with the other girls he’s had—mainly because it was his favourite position but something about being in missionary with you was different, despite how boring he thought the position to be; Oikawa wanted to see the entirety of you, how you reacted to the pleasure he gave you, your breasts bouncing with every sharp thrust of his hips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. All of it. Not to mention how intimate the position was, being able to look into your pretty eyes as he pounded into you, and whisper sweet praises that only you can hear.

“F-fuck..! So tight for me—ngh! Just like how I ima—aah! ..How I imagined.” Oikawa rested his forehead against your own, his hot breath fanning over your face as he angled his hips to drive his cock deeper. You let out a broken moan at the feeling of his heavy balls slapping your ass over and over again which each thrust; the slapping was so harsh that it felt like your skin was burning but fuck it burned so good. “Ha—aah! Tōru..! So so good—ngh!” Oikawa breathlessly chuckled at your broken moans before grabbing your leg to prop over his shoulder, driving his cock deeper into you.

You arched your back at the new angle, a heated gasp leaving your lips in the form of his name as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Oikawa held onto the headboard with one arm, the other one planted beside your head before moving his hips harder and faster, causing the bed to squeak loudly. His lips were parted, endless desperate whines escaping as his pretty face contorted in pure bliss—his sounds definitely did not disappoint, they were breathy and higher in pitch, so desperate and needy. His moans and whines went straight to your cunt, making you wetter with each erotic sound that came from the man above you.

“Mhm—aah! Yeah? Better than any dick you’ve had, right? Haah! Of course it is..” You clenched around him, earning a loud heated gasp, and his head bowing in pleasure. “So perfect f’me, my pretty girl..” Oikawa whined, bringing his lips closer to yours—he had a hard time chasing them due to your body jolting from his quick, rough thrusts; his own lips were parted, sloppily kissing you with desperation.

Your moans increased in pitch as the familiar knot in your stomach was slowly starting to thin, and ready to snap any time soon. “Ah..! Haah..! T-Tōru—ngh! I’m cu—ah! I’m cumming!” You tugged at his hazel strands, back arching off the mattress as your limbs started to tingle with pleasure. Oikawa moaned against your sweaty skin at the feeling of his hair being pulled, he had his face buried on your neck, his whines and whimpers loud against your ear. “Y-Yeah? Mhm—ah! Fuck! That’s right, cum for me, my pretty.” He trailed wet kisses along the side of your neck and up your jaw, leading to your lips.

“Look at me. Look at me when you fucking cum so you know who’s cock is making you feel this good—haah!” He pulled away from the heated kiss, grabbing your chin to keep his gaze on him by using the hand that was previously on the headboard, while the other rubbed tight circles on your clit. You looked up at Oikawa, his umber hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, no longer swept in a neat hairstyle. His lips were red, and swollen, parted to let out heavy pants while staring into your eyes. Fuck, he was beautiful. You couldn’t help but think that all the other women he’s had have seen this view before as well.

Oikawa looked down at you, eyelids threatening to close from immense pleasure but he didn’t dare give in, he wanted to see your face while you came around his cock—the face he’d been fantasising about since the day he realised he had feelings for you. Your face contorted in pleasure as the knot deep in your stomach finally snapped, mouth forming an ‘o’ as you screamed in silence, orgasm washing over your entire body as you came around him. Oikawa cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your face while breathlessly whispering sweet nothings as you two locked gazes. Your body trembled with a cry of his name, pleasure shooting up your spine, “Tōru..!” “F-Fuck! I’m here, baby.. Ngh!—So so good for me..” He whined desperately as you clenched around his cock, his hips stuttering.

“I—aah! Inside..” You moaned, head lolling to the side as you came down from your high. Oikawa didn’t know if he heard that right or he was just drunk, “Wha— Huh..?” Your words definitely sobered him up a bit but it made his head spin. “Cum inside me. Please, Tōru.. I want all of you.” He cursed under his breath, giving you a few more hard thrusts before letting go. Oikawa sheathed his cock deep inside you and held your torso against him, his arms securely wrapped around your trembling body as he lifted your back off the mattress.

With your chests pressed against each other, he gave you quick shallow thrusts as he came, fucking his cum deeper into you while moaning you name close to your ear. The leg that was propped on his shoulder burned from the stretch but you didn’t care, not when he was fucking you this good. “A-aah! Fuck..! That’s it—ngh! God, I love you so much.” Oikawa whined as he pressed his fingers against your back, the last bit of his hot cum spurting inside you. The two of you plopped down on the mattress with a soft thud, his head buried in the junction of your neck, letting out heavy pants as he tried collecting himself.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, your hands gently playing with his messy hair as you stared up at the ceiling, realisation slowly washing over you as you sobered up more than ever. Instead of catching your breath, it turned into panicked ones, realising that you’ve had sex with your older brother’s best friend. Oikawa noticed this and looked up at you, holding your panicked gaze as you were already looking down at him.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I love you? Did he really mean that or was it just from the heat of the moment? You definitely heard him say it, so you knew you weren’t just making it up, not when his lips were that close to your ear.

How foolish, you thought. What happens now? Worry settled in as you remembered the trail of broken hearts he had behind him. You knew it was wrong to judge a person this way but everyone—your brother included—was aware of the relationships Oikawa had. Yes, no one is perfect but yet most—if not all—his past relationships weren’t ideal, and some didn’t even last more than a month long while some clearly were just a one night stand. Was that where you stood with him? Just a one night stand? You let out a shaky exhale, “Tōru—” Oikawa cut you off with a sensual kiss, his lips eagerly moving against your own as if he had an idea of what was about to come next.

This didn’t make you feel better. You didn’t know why but there was something in your mind telling you that he wasn’t going to leave you hanging like this; your mind suddenly went back to earlier tonight, where Oikawa basically gravitated towards you, following you wherever you went. You felt something back there, like he wasn’t holding himself back anymore—not selling himself short like what he’s been doing for all the years you’ve known each other. Like he wore his heart on his sleeve.

He broke away from the kiss, umber eyes tracing your features as his thumb gently swiped your bottom lip. “D-did you really mean that..?” You stared into his eyes but he didn’t return your gaze nor answered the question, “Shhh.. Let’s just stay like this for a while.” Oikawa rolled over to the side, wrapping his arm around you from behind and resting his chin atop your head. You stared at the wall in front of you, unmoving and mind racing with unwanted thoughts. No matter how much his hand massaged your hip, it didn’t put you at ease because now you didn’t know where you stood with Oikawa after sleeping with him. Fuck, how were you even going to face your brother? What would he think of you?

Shit. You wouldn’t even know how to face Oikawa the next time you see him after this, that is, if you do see him. Not only did unwanted thoughts plague your mind but you also felt disgusting. For doing something like this with your brother’s best friend; yes, you’ve had feelings for him for as long as you could remember but did he even reciprocate them? Or did Oikawa just stick beside you tonight because you both had alcohol and he wanted to get in your pants? No. He asked you earlier if you really wanted this with him and you said yes.

Maybe you weren’t so foolish after all. Or so you thought.

It had been a few days since that night and you were fucking restless. Every single time your phone chimed from a notification, you’d be quick to grab it, hoping it's from the man you’ve been wanting to hear about but disappointment washes over you when his name doesn’t pop up. Panic builds up as the days pass without hearing anything from Oikawa. You didn’t even know why you were waiting, it wasn’t like he owed you anything but you just thought that maybe it would be different for you. It also wasn’t like he was obligated to contact you, maybe you really were just a one night stand for him, and that attraction you felt was one sided. Were you just really imagining it all? Were you just waiting for something that wasn’t going to happen?

“Iwa-chan!” You were pulled back from your trance as you heard a familiar voice coming from the living room, where Hajime was. Closing your notebook, you stood up from your desk and took a few steps before peeking through the slight crack of your door to see Oikawa happily chatting with your older brother. Your heart skipped a beat upon seeing his face, legs tingling with eagerness to go to him but what would you even say? It’s not like he promised you a relationship that night nor did he confess his feelings. You couldn’t help but remember those three words he told you but at this point, it looked like it was just from the heat of the moment. Those three words probably didn’t have any weight to it like it did when you stated that you were all his.

You stiffened as your brother called out your name, instinctively ducking down as if he caught you peeking. Making your way out of your room, you tried to act as normal as possible. “We’re going to head out for a bit. Do you want anything?” “Mmm, any food is fine. Thanks..” You replied before shifting your gaze to Oikawa who stared off to the side, not even acknowledging your presence. Normally, he would smile at you whenever he came over or even give you a pat on the head while he greets you. Hajime nodded before ushering his best friend out the door, Oikawa didn’t even look back. Not even once.

The door slammed shut, the sound reverberating through the whole apartment, and you were left with your mess of feelings. Ah, so he’s ignoring me, you thought. You didn’t even know why you were feeling this way. Was it because you hoped for something more given the feelings you’ve held for Oikawa for the past years? You sat on the couch, not knowing what to do—your mind kept replaying the words he said to you that night. How he told you he loved you; how he said he’s been imagining you in ways you didn’t even know. What was the meaning of that? You knew better than to believe these words given how his personality is but you couldn’t help hoping that there was at least some kind of feeling behind them.

You buried your face in your palms, letting out a deep sigh. You couldn’t even get angry at Oikawa because he never led you on in any way. For him, what happened that night was just plain sex but for you, you thought he was finally seeing you in a different light and not just his best friend's younger sister. And now you’re left with nothing but confusion. Another statistic to the trail of broken hearts that he wore like a cape, dragging behind him. You were frustrated at yourself for letting your feelings completely overtake your common sense.

A few days turned into a week but nothing changed for you. Oikawa was still on your mind but he never reached out to you—not that he was obligated to but you figured it was necessary, given his deep-rooted friendship with Hajime. At least a little discussion about that night would’ve helped you with your thoughts a bit but no, your mind was still a swirling mess. You cursed yourself every time you remembered your foolish mistake, you knew what you were getting yourself into and yet you bit onto the bait without thinking about the dire consequences to not only your feelings but also your relationship with Oikawa.

Maybe after all, you were just imagining it. That was the easiest fact there was—being delusional because you had feelings for him, so you instantly misread what he told you that night. You looked into words that never had a meaning behind them. Baseless sentences that held no feelings.

Deciding to study at a nearby café on a whim, you enter the cosy shop, the distinct aroma of roasted coffee beans and warm atmosphere of the café immediately putting your mind at ease. The café was filled with the soft chatter of customers, and the sounds of the coffee machine. Before taking a few steps to the counter where the cashier stood behind, you noticed a familiar brown-haired man sitting at one of the tables, and he wasn’t alone. Your heart skipped a beat as Oikawa already had his hazel gaze on you, his expression somewhere between surprised and panicked. He noticed your gaze drift to the person who sat in front of him—a woman—who happily talked about something you couldn’t exactly hear.

Seeing Oikawa with other women wasn’t new to you. After all, you’ve known him long enough for you to become accustomed to this sight despite your heart breaking a little. Throughout the years, you’ve managed to patch up the little cracks in your heart whenever you saw him with someone else—whether it be the flavour of the week or a relationship that lasts for a month but today, seeing him with a woman after being intimate with him was enough to break your heart into pieces. What you did next was purely out of instinct, your feet moved on their own, hasty steps out of the café just to get away from Oikawa; you didn’t know where you were going but you wanted him out of sight.

You knew you were being a complete idiot for acting this way. Hell, why were you even running away from him? Stupid. Foolish. Why am I acting like this?! You thought. You let out a shaky sigh, your nails digging into your palms as you swiftly walked down the footpath, trying to forget the way Oikawa’s face looked when he saw you.

The sound of shoes loudly hitting the concrete footpath behind you suddenly filled your ears, you stopped in your tracks as he called out your name—you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Oikawa knew exactly why he chased after you, it was almost like a reflex for him given how fast he stood up from his seat to run to you. He’s aware he’s been ignoring you for the past week, and he also knows it’s probably shitty of him to suddenly chase after you like this but Oikawa’s got a sinking feeling that if he didn’t chase after you, you’d slip away from his grasp. Forever.

Turning around, you crossed your arms over your chest as if to shield your naked heart. “What do you want, Oikawa?” He winced not only at your tone—sharp, and cold—but as well as the use of his last name. He didn’t know what to say if he was being honest; you watched as he opened his mouth but no words came out, gears turning in his head to find the right thing to say to you. “I meant it.” Oikawa held your gaze, brows knitted together. You knew what he meant by that, it was the answer to the question you asked him that night. You sucked in a sharp breath, heart pounding against your chest as if it was ready to leap out and jump straight into his hands like it belonged there—to be cherished, and loved.

As much as you wanted to jump with joy that he did, in fact reciprocate your feelings, it was anticlimactic. The overwhelming hurt and confusion you’ve felt for the past week was just consuming you. “I-I don’t..” You trailed off, not knowing what to say to him, especially when his umber eyes stared at you with such desperation. You’ve never seen Oikawa like this; he was usually a man of many expressions—mostly full of cunning, and ingenuine smiles but this one you haven’t seen.

“Look. I know I fucked up. I really do love you. I don’t know why I ran away—no I do know. I was scared because I’ve never been so serious about a woman, let alone my best friend’s younger sister.” He scratched his nape, taking a step closer to you. You watched him in silence, a wordless invitation for him to keep going.

Oikawa let out a shaky sigh. “I know saying sorry and this half assed explanation isn’t enough but.. these feelings I’ve had for you.. they’ve been here for as long as I could remember, and it fucking sucks that you had to find out through this mess. That night.. I don’t regret anything but I did wish it could have happened without any of these consequences. I know I’m asking for a lot but.. can we start again?” It was your turn to sigh, “It’s not that easy, Tōru.. but it really isn’t your fault as well.” Oikawa’s face softened at the use of his first name. “I mean, I knew what I was getting myself into. I admit that maybe I was just being a bit dramatic about this whole thing because I had feelings for you but looking back at it, there’s really no reason for you to be apologising..”

You took a step closer before wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. Oikawa blinked, taken aback by your sudden action, nonetheless, he wrapped his arms around you—still trying to process the fact that you actually like him back. “T-That woman back there, we were meeting up for a project..” You chuckled at his reply before looking up at him to meet his hazel gaze, “There’s no need to explain to me, you know?”

Before he could reply, you smiled at him,

“I want to start again, Tōru. This time, no running away from our feelings?” “No running away.”

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miwsolovely · 2 days

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—BROKEN PIANO KEYS.

combat medic!reader getting the brunt of gaz’s death + price who breaks. based on mito’s post !!

tw: heavy grief, character death.

it wasn’t raining.

on days like these, days where people are mourned and remembered, where people regret and forgive, it’s supposed to be sad.

it’s supposed to be sad, so why is the sun shining? why is the sky clear? where’s the bitter, dewy smell of the rain on the plants?

Why are the flowers blossoming on such a dreary day?

you thought the setting was bad, thought the world hated you with how the skies were free of dark clouds and droopy leaves, but when the 21-gun salute started, your knees buckled and your body started shaking; you want to go home.

home where you used to lay on the couch together, home where you used to cook meals together, home where his scent still lingers on the furniture, his clothes, his pillow. it was still there, his tantalizing scent, comforting you during the hard days where you can barely close your eyes, but tormenting you every day with what you lost.

each fire of their guns made you flinch, made you dig your nails into your palm until they bled, made you sink your teeth in your chapped lips until you tasted iron.

only when you looked down at your hands, seeing the blood trail out of the crescent marks you created and spread out on your palmar flexion creases like art, the trail of blood leading from your mouth splattering on your open palm and staining the dry grass, that you realized where you are.

you’re at a funeral, his funeral.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, a sergeant in the 141, your friend, your best friend, the man you found yourself falling for day by day. he’s gone.

if you’d have gotten there sooner, if you’d have—

the whiplike shots of the guns shake you out of your reverie.

but they also send you into a more poisonous one.

one where you see him. see his face covered in blood, his beautiful face, stained by the blood of enemies.

we get dirty and the world stays clean.

but he didn’t need to. he didn't need to get dirty to keep the world clean. he was the only one who had a clear mindset in the darkest times, who had stayed by you when your sheets would stick to your skin and your mind had been plagued by the cloying melody of the night.

to you, the world needed him to stay clean.

they needed him in the way he'd anyways go out of his way to make sure the elderly were safe after a bad day, who always check up on the kids he'd meet on ops after they went through a traumatic moment,

you needed him in the way he could just be there with you and listen to your hummingbird heart beat into his open palm when you’d lie in bed together.

you remember, his ebony hair that is, was, a rich dark brown, that always seemed to verge on black; it always reminded you of the grand piano he has.

. . . Had.

his voice was always so soft, just like the word ebony itself has a pleasing, melodic sound when it's spoken, his name, not his callsign, instead, the name given to him by his mother who has equally as shiny hair and skin;

Kyle. your kyle, your love. your everything.

though you were going through one of the worst throes since your late parents, though your grief was present in your breath, though the wail you let out scratched your throat like knives; others were going through the agonizing pain of loss.

others like johnny whose tear stained sketchbook is filled with kyle’s last moments smiling, where he was petting a stray cat on the outskirts of the battlefield a few weeks ago.

others like simon who can’t walk to his room without feeling his eyes sting and heart crumble; kyle’s room exactly across from his, with bouquets and letters and everything that screams Kyle blocking someone from entering.

others like johnathan.

johnathan, who can’t drink his tea without feeling like somethings wrong. kyle would make him tea early in the morning with his own special touch. though he’d never told price what it was.

johnathan, who finds himself gently moving the gifts left in front of kyle’s door and quietly moving inside after opening the door.

johnathan, whose tears come fast when he sees your sleeping body laying on his bed, tears flowing free even in your sleep.

johnathan, who gently wakes you up and guides you to the bathroom so you can wash up and get something to eat.

“kyle wouldn’t want this for you doe.”

johnathan, who after you wash up and after johnny drives you to a nearby diner, stands alone in kyle’s room.

johnathan, who falls to his knees and lets out a deep wail that comes from the hearth of his sorrow.

johnathan, whose tears cascaded down his face like a relentless waterfall, each droplet a testament to the profound sorrow that had hollowed out his heart.

johnathan, whose sobs echoed through the empty room, a symphony of despair that reverberated against the walls and seeped into the very air he breathed inside this grave of a room.

johnathan, whose grief seemed to bend him, much like how he saw you curled in fetal position, his shoulders were hunched as if carrying the burden of a thousand heartaches; his team’s heartaches, your heartache. his own headache that weighed the weight of the world ten times over.

johnathan, whose eyes, windows to a soul shattered by loss, glistened with the raw, unfiltered emotion of a man who had been stripped of all pretense.

johnathan, who, in that moment, he was the embodiment of human fragility, a poignant reminder of the universal capacity for suffering.

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acroagoraphobe · 7 days

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Headcannons for living with Joshua Graham mordern AU?

Oooo.. I already have agood few so ima put em all together!

And a good few new ones too!

Ungodly amount of decorative pillows in his house, all over the couches, on the beds.

Its literally the worst, All the beds have uncomfy decorative comforters.

He doesn't really get out of the house except for church, so he just sits in his room reading most of the time.

Probably goes to book club on the weekends with the church ladies though.

Lots and lots of potted plants. So many potted plants. inside and outside the house.

Does not cook. Since even in a modern AU.. bad history with fires (His last house got burnt down at the last legion cookout.) So you have to cook for him.

He also doesn't have a microwave because he doesn't trust them.

Divorced Dad. Need I say more?

Sits on the porch reading when not at book club, church, or in his room. Sometimes he stares menacingly at passerby.

Pet Gecko he keeps in his room in a gecko tank? enclosure? whatever the hell you call the lizard storage.

You will probably hear him complain passive agressively that the dishes aren't done, yet he also doesn't do them.

Laundry though, that shit is done, dried, ironed, and folded perfectly and put up. As much as he complains about doing laundry he sure likes doing it.

there's so many crosses hung up in his house. (Reminds me of that one thing where a guy's grandma hung up a foam Minecraft sword because she thought it was a cross.)

The king of horrendous, Live laugh love things. Utensil holder, front door sign. DOORMAT.

Will constantly complain about people in the park Larping if he ever does go outside and be grumpy in the park (He used to be a larper, he's just a bitchy old man)

Can't work a computer to save his life. Somehow gets it to blue screen by opening a single tab in google. Do not let him near your computer.

He has a flip phone. No you cannot argue this. And he leaves it in the worst places and he has like the worst ringtone option possible. It's so annoying. Dear god is it annoying.

This man does not own a single pair of non-cargo shorts, or sweatpants. it's either formal or 80's dad. Yes he wears Newbalances.

The wallpaper in his house is like all like floral print and its super ugly but Joshua genuinely really likes it so you don't wanna point it out that it's ugly as fuck. But he knows deep down that its absolutely hideous snd refuses to acknowledge it like how he refuses to acknowledge his mistakes and when he's wrong in an argument and then just silently sits there and says nothing angrily.

The most inconvenient locks are broken. bathroom lock? broken when he bought the house. Bedroom lock? Broke because he slammed the door too hard and then it didn't latch and he slammed it again over snd over and he got more pissed at the door so he punched it really hard.

He gets realllyyyy pissy sometimes. Like i mean hella pissy. Like for no reason either. best to leave him to his own devices.

Just does random lore drops like "I used to be on a bowling team. and once almost killed a man with a bowling ball." then walks off back to his room.

#I KNOW A LOT OF THESE SOUND LIKE IVE EXPERIENCED THEM PERSONALLY BUT I HAVEN'T. IM JUST GOOD AT MAKJNG THINGS SOUND SPECIFIC AND PERSONAL.#//#fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout nv #fnv #joshua graham #honest hearts #ace rambles #ask

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creative-caramel-coffee · 7 months

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MAKE ME ADMIT (RANDOM) STUFF

(PG 13 list with random and funny topics. Reblog for your anons to ask you.)

1. Top 5 stupidest ways you have ever gotten injured

2. Top 5 weirdest places you have fallen asleep

3. Top 5 dumbest scars you have and why/ how you got them

4. Whats an odd item that brings you comfort

5. If you could say one sentence to the whole world what would it be?

6. If you were a plant which would u be?

7. If you were an animal which would u be?

8. What 5 things would you take with you to be stranded on an island (nothing that helps you escape tho)

9. If you could have superpowers what would u want to have?

10. pen, pencil or typing?

11. Weirdest pet peeve

12. if you were a ghost who would u want to haunt?

13. Dumbest thing you have done just for kicks

14. most niche hobby you have

15. Weirdest pet you’ve ever had (the more exotic the better!)

16. Least fav colour?

17. Winter clothes or summer clothes?

18. Hoodies or sweaters?

19. Iceblock or icecream?

20. Sea turtle or land turtle?

21. If you could keep any animal as a pet what would it be?

22. How many poisonous plants can you name without googling (no cheating!)

23. Fav toxic/ poisonous / venomous plant / animal / food

24. If you could bring one person back to life who would it be (dumb answers only!)

25. Name of your childhood toy (if you had one)

26. Least fav food

27. Allergies? (Bonus points if they are weird or unusual)

28. Lest fav flavour

29. How do you take your coffee?

30. if you could put wings on any animal which one would it be and why?

31. If you could pick a species to go extinct which one and why?

32. Rename three animals

33. if you could pick someone dead to haunt you who would it be?

34. stupidest reason you ever got in trouble (as a kid or as an adult)

35. Best thing you ever pulled off and got away with

36. Longest you have ever gone without sleep?

37. Earphones or headphones

38. how much money would it take for you to kill someone?

39. Best excuse you ever used and got away with

40. Dumbest lie you ever told.

41. Stupidest thing you believed as a kid

42. What food would you be happy to eat for the rest of your life

43. Food dislikes (more obscure the better!)

44. Top 5 weirdest things you have eaten (food edition)

45. Top 5 weirdest things you have eaten (non food edition)

46. Fashion style

47. If you could do anything for a day what would you do?

48. Funniest childhood crush story

49. Have you ever had a nosebleed and where was the worst place its happened

50. Ever broken a bone? Which one and how.

#anon #list #make me admit stuff #anon ask #questions list #questions #ask me questions #ask me #ask me anons #boredom buster #pg list #funny #random #weird #embarrassing #pls reblog #stories #authors get ready for this

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soleilandpeaches · 1 year

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you’re a daydream (stay awhile)

featuring: Keigo Takami x f!Reader synopsis: Keigo comforts you during the worst week of the month, in more ways than one. He’s just the sweetest isn’t he? warnings: f!reader, reader is on their period, hurt/comfort, smut, unprotected sex, cursing, mentions of drugs, toothrotting fluff rated: 18+ (MDNI) song title inso: Melting by Kali Uchis

You awoke to the sound of a brief thump! from outside, followed by a string of muttered curses from what you assume is your heroic boyfriend coming home to you after a long day of heroism. A part of you wanted to feel guilty of your sulking when Keigo seemed to face so much worse. And yet, he never seemed to think that way. Even though he was never the “emotional healer” type of person, once you had taught him the right way to comfort you without words, he never hesitated to give you the emotional support you needed.

“Hey, Baby.” He breathed out gently after finally managing to make it inside in one piece, you turned to notice two heavy bags held in each of his hands; no doubt period assistance. You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as he sets the bags down onto your bed to strip away his clothes, making sure to check you over for any signs of distress: there was.

“How you feelin’? Looks like you had a nap!” His cheery demeanor never failed to bring a smile to your face as you leaned forward to inspect the items he had gotten you. Pads, tampons, sweets and more, paired perfectly with your favorite ice cream flavor.

��Thank you, Keigo.” You bit your lip, strong emotions of love and devotion churning inside you, your eyes watering as you gaze adoringly up at him. You marveled at how good to you he truly was, especially since last night you were experiencing the worst pms cramps and your loving boyfriend decided an orgasm was the best cure. Only after he had you cumming around his cock, he had pulled out to witness his prick coated with your release and your blood.

So embarrassing.

“Aww, of course, Dovey.” He said, pulling you close into a hug so he could settle down with you onto the bed, cuddling you into his chest as he rubbed over your sore muscles. “Wait, I should put away your ice cream first so it doesn’t melt.”

You giggled wetly, cheeks still coated in your tears as you watched him take everything out of the bags for you to put them away.

Waltzing back in the room, he begins changing into his loungewear, the outfits you think he looks sexiest in.

“How did your day go? Was it okay at least?” If you weren’t crying before, you were now, a throaty sob etched its way from your chest, quickly followed by more tears and wails of sadness; you just needed him to hold you.

“I guess that’s a no.” He chuckled softly, a gentle: C’mere, Baby murmured into your hair as he pulled you back into his chest, enveloping you in his comforting earthy, aromatic, and warm spicy scent. After you cried, you droned on about your shitty day, how your period only heightened every insecurity and every single emotion known to man.

He didn’t have much to say, only humming to show he was still listening as he petted and massaged your body. He planted sweet kisses on top of your head and along your cheeks, thumbing at your waist as he showered you in loving praise and sweet: I love you’s.

“Wan’ you inside,” you begged after a moment, gripping his plain t-shirt in between your fingers as you nosed you face further into his neck. “Please, Keigo, wan’ you s’bad.”

He shushes you with a loving kiss, shimming you gently onto your back as he lays with you chest-to-chest, yet still mindful of your tender breasts.

“I’m right here, Pretty girl.” He says, intertwining your hand with his, giving it a firm squeeze as he pulls away to search your face for any sign of discomfort. When he finds none, he resumes his long and slow kisses, making sure not to leave any parts of you untouched.

He peels away your clothes after his own before wrapping his arms around your middle to coax your body into his. You wrap your legs around him, moaning as his fingers slip between your bodies to rub against your clit. He refrains from taking your nipples into his mouth, instead leaving fluttering kisses across your chest and neck as he inches his cock near the entrance of your now dripping pussy.

“You ready, Angel? Hm?” He pulls his face from your neck to rest his forehead against yours, rubbing his lips against your own as he awaits your permission. You simply nod your head with a desperate: please, gasping at the pleasure of him filling you up inch-by-inch. The sound of his deep and guttural groans has you clenching around him, whining at the intrusion.

Giving you a moment to adjust, he sets a slow pace after your nod of confirmation. With your hands intertwined, he takes his opposite to rest on your cheek, guiding you to meet his passionate kisses of love. You both quickly find a compatible rhythm, your hips lifting to meet his own.

“Haah—Gonna make it all better, Dove.” He promises in-between moans and kisses, his cock pummeling deeper inside as he presses his hand against your stomach. He shifts his knees lower, angling his dick for your sweet spot, hips meeting yours harder-and-harder in his desperate attempt to please you.

You throw your head back as fingers make quick work over your clit, rubbing delicious circles as he pants into your neck. Lewd moans of your name leave his lips in a hurry as he holds himself back from pinning you down and chasing his own pleasure.

“You like it when I take you like this? Huh?” He purrs into your ear, accentuating his words with a deep thrust, chuckling at your squeal of pleasure.

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you nice and slow don’t you, Sweet girl?” As his hips pick up in force you begin to feel the nauseas ache in your lower belly begin to unravel, your previous worries forgotten entirely. The only thought in your mind screaming: more, more, more as he fucks you into complete submission.

“Fuck—I’m almost there, Angel.” He confesses and so are you, your nails raking themselves down his right shoulder as your legs tighten around his slim waist.

His hips begin to pick up in pace as you beg for his cum inside you, feeling almost pathetic for how badly you need it: to feel loved and taken care of, held and treated with so much care like you could break. As he held you tighter, the overwhelming feeling caused every muscle in your body to stiffen and collapse all at once. You finished with a cry of his name as he came with you, a series of fucks, shits, and i love you so fucking much.

You’re both sweating and heaving as you come down from your respected highs, a dopey smile stretches over his face before he’s burrowing himself back into your chest, slowly slipping himself out of you. He perks up instantly, reaching over into your dresser for a pack of wet wipes to clean you both off of sticky cum and blood.

After he carries you in-and-out of the bathroom, lecturing you when you fought him because you were too tired. “Gotta stay safe, Baby.” He said, though you were grateful you didn’t have to walk.

Setting you back down onto your bed, he wraps you in your blankets as he pulls out a baggie with two joints cramped together, one much larger and untouched than the other.

“Why don’t you light us a joint and I’ll go make you a bowl of ice cream, hm? You can put on whatever you want and I’ll order us some takeout later. Sound good?” He says with a stand and a much needed stretch before leaning back over you to give you another kiss. You nod, silently thanking him again for going out of his way to take care of you.

“No need to thank me baby, I’ll be right back okay?” You nod again, watching as he rolls his sweatpants back over his hips and tossing you his forgotten shirt for you to wear before he exits the room. You take his shirt in your hands and pull it up to your nose, sighing at the smell of the same woody-amber fragrance of his cologne paired with his natural musk. You slip the shirt back over your head to do as he says, after all, you might as well when he takes such good care of you.

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sweet-lover-girl · 11 months

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Fairy tail love

WOOF this was the worst one yet tbh..I pretty much rewrote the whole fucking story— kept the same plot of the reader getting high with Abby and then spilling her feelings out on accident. This was my first Abby Anderson story so please have mercy..and please avert your gaze to any lingering mistakes, I honestly can’t reread this right now.

Warning(s): HEAVY DRUG THEME(You only get high with Abby via smoking blunts, but still big warning for that), cursing, reader has hair(not specified), whipped!reader, lesbian!reader, bi!Abby, Owen, talks of fears(nothing dark though), small make-out session, slightly petting, and I think that’s it?

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Today was a cold, rainy day at the WLFs stadium, it was twelve in the afternoon but it almost looked like it was midnight, though that was to be expected living in Seattle in the wintertime; but no worries because you had the perfect rainy day activities. You are currently finishing rolling up some blunts for you and your best friend, Abby. You see— you one of the head leads of The Agriculture department team and when someone had brought in a dying marijuana plant you had decided to put a little medium sized pot in a secluded area to help heal it back to health. Once it had bloomed again— thanks to your caring hands, you had then decided it would be best to grow it for medical purposes, at first. Sadly you were still only human and once you got a taste of it - you were hooked, loving that sweet heady high it gave you— of course you still used it for medical purposes especially on the soldiers, but you also just took a little bit for yourself. It made you feel guilty but Abby always tells you that if anyone deserves it - it’s you and that you shouldn’t guilt or bad, so you took her word on it.

As you were finishing rolling the joints, you heard a few sharp knocks on your door and knew it was Abby. You suddenly got nervous, your palms became sweaty and your heart began to race at the thought of seeing her. You shakily put the blunt down on the counter before walking to the door, having not seen Abby in a the last fifteen hours you were desperate to see her— ‘of course you are’, your mind hissed at you, but you ignored it. Though yes, you were nervous, Abby always made you feel better, made you feel at peace with life and you were always so happy around her, you felt safe around Abby. Exhaling your emotions, you open the door to see the wolf leaning against the wall with a grin on her freckled face, her blue eyes practically shining in the shadow she stood in.

“About time you opened up, Farmer Girl.” She teased.

“Very funny Anderson.” You replied monotoned.

It was a nickname Owen had made up for you after you got a head position on the fields and now all your friends use it. It doesn’t bother you when Abby calls you ‘farmer girl’ because it was endearing coming from her, but when Owen calls you it? You despise it—especially since he made it up in spite of you, trying to make fun of your accomplishment. It makes your skin crawl and your blood boil. But you knew Abby still cared about him as a friend and the last thing you wanted was to upset her, so you stayed quiet.

Her grin turned into a big smile as she walked into your room and dropped her bag on the floor. You two have little sleep overs pretty often, she kept some of her clothes here in your room, which was just a spare hoodie that you stole, a few shirts, a pair of cargo pants and some sleep short. Abby comes over so often, you even have a spare pillow and blanket for her, though you two always ended up cuddling on your small bed and sharing your personal blanket.

“I’m so fucking tired.” Abby whines once she was inside and you closed the door.

“Yeah? Well I just finished rolling them so be my guest.” You say as you look behind you— only to see Abby already standing at the counter with a blunt hung between her pouty lips. You huff out a laugh and walk over to her and lean against the counter close to her hip, you watch as she grabs the match box off the counter and opens it with a push of her finger, her thick fingers picking up a little wooden stick before closing the box, lining the wood up before she strikes it hard against the sandpaper on the side of the box - a flame then sparked to life. Abby quickly cupped her hand around the match and held the flame up to the tip of the joint as she took a deep inhale, taking her first hit. Her narrowed eyes staring at the fire, the reflection of warm colors dancing among the beautiful sea of blue was hypnotizing.

There it is again. That nervous feeling.

Abby looks at you after she put of the burning match and she just smiles before bumping your hip with hers and walks over to your couch as she exhaled and lightly coughs into her fist, looking around your room though she knew it like the back of her hand. Your room was a cute little ‘apartment’ you like to call it, you had a decent amount of room and a nice large window and you had a few plants hanging next to the window. You also had a nice little record-player that Abby had managed to find you, it was currently playing,’Work Song’ by a man named Hozier. Plus, you had your bed that was pushed up next to the window and placed in the corner, a soft, light brown loveseat, a small wooden coffee table and a little bookshelf that held your books on it.

“Have you eaten yet?” You ask as you remembered that she just got back from a early morning patrol.

“Nope.” Is all she said, the ‘p’ making a ‘popping’ sound.

You chuckled. “You’re gonna get a heavy high with an empty stomach you know.”

“That's fine, I have you to take care of me.” Abby said as she plops down onto your couch and taking another hit of her blunt. Tilting her head back to exhale the smoke after she held it for a few seconds, Abby snapped her gaze over at you and gave you a teasing grin,“Hurry up or I’m gonna smoke yours too.” Then she winked at you, taking another hit.

Your heart jumps as Abby winked at you, a blush spreading across your cheeks. Those butterflies flapping their little wings around in your tummy. A brief thought of you two kissing passed through your mind. I mean, Abby did tell you she was over Owen— and has been for a while and how she was even happy for him and Mel for having a baby, but you just didn’t know if she liked women. She's never really said anything about it, despite you two being so close, she never showed interest in anyone and never mentioned anything about liking someone, not even with the people who had the gall to flirt with her. So you shook off the thought quickly. Shaking your head as you turn around to grab your own blunt off the counter you were leaning against, hoping she didn’t notice your trembling hands. Lighting the joint quickly, you take a deep inhale and hold it in your lungs for a few good seconds, before exhaling a harsh cough.

“Damn babe, you stressed?” Abby said, watching you with a concerned look as you coughed into your fist. You huff out a hoarse laugh, trying to will away your blush before you turn to face her, mumbling out,”Something like that.”quietly. You and Abby stare at each other, before you break your gaze and let it land on the floor as you walk over and take a seat next to her, curling up with your legs tucked up under you, yours and Abbys thighs slightly touching as she manspreads.

She wraps her arm around the back of the couch after your sit down, letting her arm settle over your shoulder and her hand finds home on your neck, rubbing it softly. “Everything okay?” She asked quietly.

You clear your throat, trying to ignore how good it felt to have Abbys hand on you. It was large compared to your neck, she could easily wrap her hand around your throat, her fingers had a gentle but firm grip on the back of your neck as the tips of her fingers gently pushed into the sore muscles there; and her palm was so warm.

“Yeah everything’s fine Abs, don’t worry.”

It wasn't the first time you’ve felt this way with her, that nervous feeling. And it was something you feel often, because when you weren't out in the fields or taking care of the live stock, you were with Abby. Abby hums at you not believing you at all, and you knew that, but you appreciate that she didn’t push you to talk; for now. You two sit in the company of the other while the music plays in the background making a beautiful white noise. Once you both finish your joints, Abby takes the buds and puts them in the ashtray on the little coffee table, she then grabs your legs and puts them over her lap and begins to rub and massage your tender calves. She does this often as you are always getting bruised kneecaps and had joint problems from kneeling on the hard ground most days. You turn to the side as Abby moves your legs over her lap, and then you lean up against the arm of the couch, sighing and relaxing from the soft caress of Abby's warm hands. She's looking at your scraped kneecaps and bruised shins with a frown.

“I’m gonna find you some knee pads, I don't like you getting hurt like this.”

“Abs, I don’t need knee pads. Really, I’m okay.” You try to reassure her, that and you would look so silly! All your coworkers would laugh at you. Though, It made your heart ache at how sweet she was, she was sad because you have bruised kneecaps and a few scratches, while Abby was the one risking her life everyday outside the safe walls of the stadium. It made you feel special with how she worried over you in every little way possible— not that you liked to worry her, but it made you feel cared for in a way. “You’re so strong you know, and you work so hard all day.” Abby praised you. Her words setting off a hot heat in your lower belly.

You hummed in response to her praise not trusting your own voice right now, so in trying to just focus on her hands - you let out a sigh and snuggle yourself back against the plushy couch and close your eyes, enjoying the attention Abby was giving you, but your sigh made Abby look at you with that same frown on her face.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” She asked once again.

You open your eyes and look at Abbys beautiful blue eyes, you nod your head with a smile on your face before you place your hand on her flexed bicep. In the back of your mind you knew that that might have been a bolder move even if it was something you two do with each other often, touching each other in subtle sweet ways. Suddenly— everything felt strange for a second, the hemp kicking in and making everything feel hazy. Your body finally relaxing as you giggle quietly,“Yeah I’m okay.” Abby just grinned at you.

“I think that blunt kicked in, don’t you?”

That really set you off for some reason and you let out a laugh, your hand still clenching Abbys arm, subconsciously feeling her hard muscles.

“Maybe.” you say still giggling.

Abby gave you soft smile as she let out a giggle as well, before grabbing your hand that was still clenched onto her shirt and held it in her hand as she leaned her head back onto the back of the couch, while still looking at you.“Hey, wanna know a secret? ”She said in a hushed voice.

“What is it?” You whisper back.

“I’m scared of heights.”

“Abby, that isn’t a secret!” You laugh at her as she gives you a big goofy smile.

“Hey! I’m just reminding you, just in case you forgot.” She snorted.

You sigh and shake your head before you heart had the sudden urge to speak,“You wanna know a real secret Abby?”

“What?” She says looking you in the eye.

“I’m lonely.” You whisper.

She leaned her head up a little and looked at you with a look you didn’t quite recognize.“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Well I mean just that, I’m feel lonely.”

And you weren’t talking about feeling lonely, no that wasn’t the kind of lonely you were feeling, you were yearning for intimate love from someone. Well, you say someone but you knew who you truly wanted. But you’ve never been with anyone before, dating was the last thing on your mind as you were trying to survive day in and day out, but you remember when you were a child and how your parent would read you tales about princesses finding true love. It was that sickly sweet, sappy love you always heard about in those books that you craved so badly.

“I mean I know that should be that least thing on my mind right now, but I just can’t shake the feeling.” You quickly said, pulling your legs close to your body and tucking them close to your chest, your arms wrapping around them. Making Abby watch you with a hurt look as she watched you close up. You knew getting high was a bad idea, whenever you get high you always slip your heart out, always saying how you truly feel.

Abby sat there with a large frown on her face as she stared off into space before she said.”Have you not found someone here? I mean, what about that blonde girl flirting with you the other week?”

“Oh! You mean the one you scared off?” You scoffed.

Abby chuckled as she bashfully rubbed the back of her neck. Yes, last weekend you where at a little party with some friends, when this beautiful blonde haired and blue eyed woman came up to you(seems you have a type). She started sweet talking you and you were enjoying the company of the woman as she was actually really funny and kind, but then you saw her looking over your shoulder and suddenly she turned pale before quickly excusing herself and left you standing there confused. You had looked back behind and saw Abby was glaring daggers at the woman as she walked away from you in a hurry. Abby stayed right next to you for the rest of the night after that.

“Yeah that one.” She said with a chuckle, making you shake your head in fake disbelief.

“Well, in case you couldn’t tell you scared her off.” You huffed with your cheeks puffed out.

“I’m sorry.” Abby said quietly.

“No you’re not!”

“No, not really.” She says as you sigh and rub your temple, Abby still giggling at you. The room fell quite for a minute before Abby broke it,“But honestly, have you tried finding someone?” She asked you in a quiet voice.

You sigh,“I mean I have— but I don’t think she likes woman or even likes me for that matter.” All your friends in the Salt Lake City crew knew you where lesbian and have been super supportive and kind, but you never mentioned anything else beside that simple fact, being lesbian.

“Well, have you asked her?” Abby asked.

“Do you like women?” You mind lagging behind your mouth, and it didn’t click fast enough in your mind at what you had said but when it finally clicked, it clicked.

You and Abby both just sat there looking at each other, the music had stopped playing at the perfect time as well, leaving you in total silence. You heart stopped as your mouth dried up, you had pretty much just told her you liked her and she's just sitting there. Your heart finally restarts as you start to feel the heavy weight of rejection the longer Abby stays quiet and just keeps staring at you with her jaw dropped. Finally jumping into action, you stand up as quickly as you can while high and aim for the door to get out of there. Your heart breaking with every step and humiliation heavy on your back, you ignore the sound of Abby getting up from the couch and her echoing footsteps in the room. Your focus was just getting to the door— but before you can even reach out for the handle you feel her large hand grab your arm gently as she softly calls out your name. Your back was facing towards her, but Abby changes this as she gently tugs on your arm to make you face her, but your gaze just drops to the ground. You both stand there for a minute in silence as she waits for you to speak, but eventually Abby just tilts your chin up herself and made you look up at her, but even though you let her move your head, your gaze still wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Please, look at me.” She begs and you finally break.

You let your eyes move to look at her shining blue ones, you see a small smile begin to form on her pink lips and her freckled face begins to gain an adorable blush to it.

“Do you mean it?” Abby asked with an eager tone.

“D-do I mean what?” You stutter.

“Do you really like me?” Abby asked, her hand sliding down your arm until her hand meets your and she intertwines your fingers, her hand clasped with yours tightly. You stare at her before shooting back, ”Do you like me?” In a shaky voice. Her smile only grew and her eyes twinkled in a certain was as she leaned you against the door, slightly caging you in as she pressed her free arm against the door next to the side of your head to prop herself up as she leaned over you.

“What do you think?” she said before looking down at your lips.

“I think,” you pause, looking down at her beautiful, pouty lips that you loved so much, and said” I think I want a kiss.” You say.

Abby gives you a blinding smile as she leans in close, but stopped right before your lips meet, wanting you to meet her the rest of the way, and giving you the chance to back out if you wanted to. Not that you wanted too.

Your eyelashes flutter softly and you surge up to kiss her lips, they were slightly chapped from the weather but they were still so soft, her lips were like the softest pillow you’ve have ever felt, and you could still taste the hemp on her lips. Abby drops her arm from the wall and let’s go of your hand, her left arm wraps around your waist and her right hand coming up cradle the back of your head. You had grabbed onto her hoodie sleeves as you whimper softly, before throwing both of your arms around her waist needing to feel her and you run your hands over her muscular back, up to her broad shoulders and back down again - your hands stopping at the slope of her waist. And though as badly as you wanted to feel her skin on yours, you figured now wasn’t the time. Tilting your head to the side a little to deepen the kiss you caused Abby to moan against your lips - causing you to then moan against hers. Your lungs began to burn the longer you two kiss, but you didn’t want it to stop but sadly Abby finally pulls away, needing to breathe, you lean your forehead against hers as you both pant softly from the kiss, looking each other in the eye before giggling and wrapping your arms around each other to hug.

“So you really like me huh?” Abby teased as she pet your hair, leaning her cheek on your head.

“What do you think?” You say, nudging her cheek with your head.

“I think,” Abby pulled away from the hug to look at you again.”I think I really like you too.” She says quietly in the space between your body’s as she pulls you in for another sweet kiss.

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