#big bottom short top is the way 🙏

[wilchur]

Hear me out... short king Charles Smith......

[sunniepoo]

plsplspls more mean and icky stepbro!rafe x innocent/pure!reader 🙏 i lovee the way u write him 💕💕

maybe something like stebro!rafe teaching r how to kiss n get herself off n all that orr maybe sleepy sex <3

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“ngh-uh” you pant, body restless as your fingers sloppily slip in and out of your dripping cunt. you’ve never felt like this, never felt so desperate; so unexplainably horny

you hadn’t expected the whine that left your mouth to come at the high volume that it did, but you were just so frustrated; your fingers weren’t hitting that one spot you craved them to. when all your friends said they did this , you expected it would be easy, not like this

all your thoughts were interrupted as a harsh knock on the door followed by the booming voice of rafe caused you to scramble, finding a spare top and shorts to chuck on before answering

“jesuuus christ open the door already” the older blonde shouts, pounding the door aggressively

you rush and open the door slightly to reveal the frame of a shirtless, messy haired rafe - you could see the slight pop of the veins in his arms and most importantly the bulge in his pants. “what’s taking you so long” you couldn’t miss the slight smirk and teasing tone coating his voice “hm?” he questions again

“uh-j-just” the natural panic was evident in your eyes as they widened and your eyebrow raised like a deer caught in headlights “ just tired”

you couldn’t help the groan that comes out as he enters your room. “raaafe” your whine to stop him falls on deaf ears as he sits on your bed. “please leave” you huff out, just desperate to get back to working your pussy away and get the release you’ve been dying for; he was ruining everything

“c’mon sit” the older cameron pats of his lap, calling you over as if you were his little puppy “raafe please go” you would’ve typically never gave this much attitude to the brooding male, him acknowledging your presence was a once in a lifetime thing

“don’t make me repeat myself” despite his menacing tone his gaze was enchanting, you’ve never understood how someone so beautiful could be so cruel at times.

with a couple of huffs and puffs you find yourself making your way over to the tall blond, making yourself home at one of his legs as the large surface of his palm guided you onto him.you had to bite back the whimper that threatened to leave your mouth as your clit rubbed against the front of his leg

it was confusing to say the least - why was he being so nice? but you were just a girl and it was so so so tempting to just lean back into the chest of the older cameron , letting his warmth fill you

you could feel his warm breath fall up on your shoulders, tingling the bottom of your ears “w-what are you doing here” you finally breathe out, finding it impossibly hard to not just rub against his leg

“just wanted to let you know that our rooms are right next to each other” he whispers, it was so oddly sensual and it couldn’t help but make your poor little pussy clench and pulse around nothing. it made your head tumble you shouldn’t feel this way about him; not your new big brother

“i already know tha-” you start but are interrupted by the boy beneath you, eyes looking at you intently while his fingers dance along your waist

“and the walls aren’t as thick as you think, so you know i hear everything”

oh!

you were speechless - quite literally, you opened your mouth to say something and nothing but a small squeak came out and before you know it tears were welling up and your eyes as you were starting to breakdown

“hey hey hey” he rushes to speak, rubbing a what was meant to be soothing arm across the sides of you but only causes you to hide in shame “don’t stress… i came here to tell you that i can y’know help” his fingers making their way down to your thighs, sliding up to cup your pussy “just some lessons”

“what” you didn’t expect your words to come out so harshly, as you look at him with wide curious eyes - could he really?

and that’s how you found yourself legs spread open, with rafe cameron fingers rubbing on your sensitive little clit, one finger slipping into your cunt reaching oh so deep. they had turned less into lesson but more into your older stepbrother straight up fingering you in your bed

“oooooh” you moan out, his finger knuckle deep in your needy little pussy hitting places you couldn’t even imagine “feels so ngh- good” he couldn’t help but stick another finger into your wet cunt watching your head go to complete bliss as it clenches desperately around the length of his fingers while he gently pistons them in and out

“could make you feel like this all the time” he breathes out, his own hard on grinding against the plump of your ass “little sluts like you love it”

the coarse whine that left your mouth signalled your upset as you looked at him wide eyed with your lips pouting. the breathy laugh that leaves him is followed by a soft kiss to the tops of your head “s’kay you’re my little slut”

“i-i ngh- don’t think” you could barely make out words as his fingers speed up to an impossibly fast pace, the coil in your stomach was starting to loosen and oh it felt so good! “w-we should do this agai-” the moan that left your mouth was almost pornographic, heaving loudly as his thumb goes to harshly rub on your clit

“hm and why is that” he teases increasing his pace and pressure, hitting all the right spots - this was so so wrong

“you’re family; you’re my stepbrother” you felt yourself finally get closer, like that ache was finally going to be cured- he must’ve had magic in his fingers with the way he was making you feel

and just as that coil in your stomach was about to unfold, he stops and even with your grinding against him and the endless whimpers he doesn’t continue

“why did you stop?” the question comes out a lot more pathetic than you expected, “well you said it, we shouldn’t be doing this, so i guess i’ll just g-” despite his words he makes no efforts to leave but that doesn’t stop your from whining and holding him tightly

“no no no…. i didn’t mean it” you admit, voice all weak and needy - all you want-no needed was him to fuck you with his fingers all messy and mean, there was no point in trying to hide it

“that’s my girl” the soft kiss is a stark contrast to the rough and nasty pistoning of his fingers, messing up your poor cunt but bringing you closer to your high

“yes yes yes” you thanked god that no one was home tonight as the loud moan left your mouth as your cunt clenched tightly around his fingers, your high washing over you - leaving you putty in his arms

maybe rafe wasn’t so mean after all

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[hysteria-things]

i NEED more nate smut 🙏 do whatever plot you want

GOOD LUCK CHARM

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub(ish)/soft!dom nate x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s your boyfriend’s playoff game for his hockey team. he knows damn well he’s confident enough, but just in case wants you to be his good luck charm.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, oral (male receiving), p in v, praising, semi-public

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 918

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is my official coming out as a nate girl! recently i’ve been clawing at the walls for this man, and i hope you guys support my decision😔🙏

watching your boyfriend play hockey has always made you feel some way — like what he’s doing now.

it’s the big playoff game for somerville, especially against their biggest rivals. the other team isn’t here yet, so he’s just skating around with one of his teammates to warm up.

the stands start to fill slowly but surely, then you see nate get off the ice and check his phone. you wait patiently for his reaction, being that you texted him when he was on the ice.

you see him smile and laugh, thumbs typing away on the screen.

he’s a little taken aback by the boldness, but bites his lip and starts to undo his skates and gloves, leaving his helmet for last. “hey, where are you going?” his teammate says, leaning on the wall to talk with him. “the other team should be here any minute.”

“pre-game pee,” he says, eyeing you as you walk out of the stands and by the locker rooms. his friend chuckles and nods, skating away.

he maneuvers himself through some crowds until he spots you patiently waiting by the entrance of the boys’ locker room.

when nobody is around, he pushes you in by the face to kiss you hungrily. he carries you to the bathroom portion before you flip him around. now, he’s the one leaning against the sink instead of you.

you bite and pull on his bottom lip, causing him to groan once you move down to his neck. he grins contently when you bite down to leave a mark. “you’re going to fucking be the end of me.” he mumbles, cupping his hard-on through his uniform shorts.

you giggle into his neck, untying his shorts and getting down on your knees. you kiss the tip teasingly, his hips rutting forward from the suddenness.

sucking on the tip, he whines and starts to push your head down. you bob slowly so you can feel every inch of his dick on your lips.

his mouth hangs open, eyes fluttering back as he leans against the mirror. the palm of his hand rests on top of your head, letting you do all the work as low moans leave his lips.

“holy fuck.” he sighs. “fuck. just like that, baby.”

you hum, the vibration making the lower half of his body twitch.

his eyes are still closed, taking in how your warm mouth feels. especially when you hollow your cheeks and start to suck. that alone has nate’s chest heaving, squirming from above while he whimpers your name. “y/n, oh my god.” he bites back a loud moan, arching in the process. “fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m cumming.”

you feel his release shoot down your throat, the boy shakily gasping to catch his breath.

you lift yourself off the ground, wiping your lips seductively while looking into his eyes. “i need to fuck you so bad.” he says, grabbing your hips so you’re where he was seconds ago. he sits you on the sink, pulling down your SOMERVILLE HIGHLANDERS sweatpants.

he smirks noticing the no panties, completely soaked and ready. he loves when you do shit like that. “you wanted this, didn’t you?”

blushing, you nod your head and lean in the crook of his neck. your arms snake around the back, fists balled up on your hoodie sleeves. “please fuck me, nate.” you say, looking at him with puppy eyes.

aligning himself up with your wetness, he spreads your legs wider by the knees to have better access.

you both moan as he pushes in, the stretch feeling so uncomfortable yet so good.

the thrusts are slow so you can adjust like usual, but then he gets deeper. a sound way higher pitched than the others leave you. because somebody can still hear from outside let alone walk in, you bit down on your finger to muffle your noises.

his hands roam from your waist to your thighs, grunting each time he feels your walls around him. “faster, please.” you whimper out.

“you’re killing me.” he groans, rutting his pelvis faster into yours.

you rest your head on his chest, moaning into his jersey. “right there.” you whine, toes curling in your shoes.

he lifts one of your legs so your foot rests on the edge of the sink. you grip on, knuckles turning white. “nathan!” you squeal, his rhythm getting messed up.

even though it’s his name, he’d always prefer nate, but the way you moan and scream it fucks with his head. in a good way.

breathing heavily with his lip grazing your shoulder, he looks at you guys in the mirror with hooded eyes.

the way you pulse around him, holding on as he fucks you nice and deep, hitting just the right spot. he notices your legs shake in the reflection. “looks like someone’s about to cum on my cock like a good girl.” he whispers into your ear.

that alone has you shaking harder. “uh-huh.” you answer incoherently. there’s no doubt some drool is on his shirt since your eyes are rolled back with pleasure and your mouth is agape.

he watches intently at where you’re conjoined. he nods in approval once your cum starts to slowly ooze out and onto his base. “that’s my girl.”

you love the way he praises you. it always makes your brain fuzzy.

he pulls out, finishing on your stomach. grinning widely, he kisses your temple. “thank you, baby.” he says, knowing that you’ll forever be his good luck charm.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[banj0possum]

a scenario where bully yan takes readers shirt off and reader gets embarrassed because they have top surgery scars? ftm reader 🙏

Yan!Bully x FtM!Reader

CW: FtM reader, top scars obviously, nothing but fluff and adrian being a bit stupid

🖤 "Come on you idiot! Run faster!"

🖤 Running desperately towards Adrian's house in the pouring rain was not the way you expected today would go..

🖤 He offered to walk you home after school despite the gray clouds rolling over the sky

🖤 "Don't worry about it babe! Besides, I wanna spend some time with you~!"

🖤 He thinks umbrellas are dumb

🖤 Anyways back to now, the two of you barge into his house, clothes and hair dripping wet from the downpour.

🖤 Adrian tried his best to keep you dry but the jacket he draped onto you soaked through eventually..

🖤 "Jeez I'm so sorry..uh...wanna maybe..stay over while we wait for it to clear up?" He laughs awkwardly.

🖤 Please don't glare or scold him please he will start to sulk like a sad guilty puppy ;-;

🖤 He quickly grabs towels for the both of you. As much as he's enjoying seeing your wet clothes stick to your perfect body, he doesn't want his darling to catch a cold!

🖤 "Come on, I got clothes you can borrow in my room.."

🖤 He runs up faster than you to 'fix up his bed' he has to hide that side of his wall dedicated to photos of you..

🖤 He throws a few clothes over to you as you stumble around in wet clothes

🖤 "Aren't you gonna change?"

🖤 "R-right here?"

🖤 "Pfft yea right here! We're both dudes anyway!"

🖤 He goes over to you and helps you lift up your shirt. At first it felt like the best thing in the world being so close to your body..then he catches a glimpse of your scars.

🖤 He needed at least maybe a triple take to figure out it was scars and not just weirdly shaped curves on your skin.

🖤 He throws off your soaked shirt and looks at them in disbelief, you start to feel uncomfortable until he cups your face with a worried expression on his face "What happened to you?!"

🖤 "Wh-what??"

🖤 "I mean like did you get a surgery or something?? I-do I have to like be more careful with you wh-"

🖤 "Oh...they're top scars.."

🖤 "There's more scars in the bottom?!"

🖤 "No-"

🖤 You need to sit him down and explain what top scars mean after you two change.

🖤 Yes he knew you were trans, but he never really thought about how you transitioned in the first place (honestly he forgets you're afab in the first place..)

🖤 He calms down after that and apologizes to you with rainy day cuddles and kisses to your chest.

🖤 "You're so handsome baby~ my big strong boy~" he coos

🖤 The rain doesn't look like it would lighten up any time soon, you two have all the time in the world to spend time together <3

this was a bit short but i also have a few other Adrian requests lined up so stay tuned for those !!

[keraxxx]

I need Oliver and Felix so bad like you don’t understand.. IM DESPERATE.

but can you please write something about brat taming w Oliver 😕🙏 like reader is also a friend of Felix similar to farleigh and she’s just very against Oliver bc she feels like he’s gonna take Felix away from her..

Pls include spanking 😋😋

OMG IM VIBRATING THIS IS A GOOD IDEA. OFC IM GONNA WRITE THIS!! I’m gonna base this off the scene with Farleigh and Oliver a bit. (sorry this is kinda short..)

Brat taming

pairing: oliver quick x bratty f!reader

warnings: spanking, fingering, cursing, manipulation (maybe..), crying, oral (R receiving), slut shaming, roughness, orgasm denial, not proof read.

a/n: HI GUYS! i’m sorry i love this idea so fucking much. ALSO for my series i’m planning to have the next chapter out late night tomorrow or thursday. Anyways enjoy! 💋 (dw i’m getting to the other request soon this one js caught my eye)

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You were lying down in your bed, spread out onto the sheets, your eyes closed and headphones on. You weren’t sleep yet, you couldn’t sleep. Why was he here? You talked to Felix about this earlier.. You were scared Oliver would take Felix from you but of course, Felix denied your accusation and just kissed your head. You knew his friend had some sort of bad intentions you just couldn’t figure out what. Maybe he wanted to steal Felix for himself.. The way he looked at you showed hostility and you hated it. You hum as your eyes squeeze and you groan in frustration just thinking about the idea. You turn on your back and sigh, your hand on your forehead as you try to sleep.

You grunt softly as you feel a sudden pressure on your stomach, causing you to jolt up slightly, your eyes immediately opening. Someone was sitting on top of you. “Ollie?” You ask softly in a confused tone as you take off your headphones. He’s sitting on your stomach, squeezing your sides with his knees. “Ollie.. I think you’re on the wrong room.” You heaved out as he leaned down to look at you. “Am I?” He whispers, his face just inches from yours. He locks eyes with you, causing you to whine softly.

“You need to learn to behave.” Oliver growls. “Get up.” He commands as he gets off your stomach, allowing you to breathe more clearly. You hesitantly get up off the bed only for him to pull you back down onto him. He bent you over his lap in a painful way. You groan as his hand teases the soft silk fabric of your short white nightgown. “You have such a big mouth.. You can never stay quiet, huh? You need to learn to fucking whisper.” He hisses as he takes his free hand and forcefully grabs your cheeks, bringing your face up slightly as he leans down to yours. “You’re such a fucking slut for Felix.. Now shut up and behave for me.” He whispered before releasing you from his grip again. His hand at the edge of your nightgown slowly lifted up and bunched your gown around your waist, revealing your panties.

Oliver tuts as he looks at them, causing you to muffle a grunt. “Ollie I-“ He cuts you off with a loud smack on your ass. You yelp out loud and choke out a sob as he grabs your face again. “I said.. shut up and behave.” He raises his hand again and slapped your bottom. “Ollie please!” You moan out as he rubs your cheek to calm the sore redness threatening to appear soon. “Shut up.” He hissed again as he puts his free hand over your mouth. His hand slowly trails down your ass cheek and teases the wet mound under your panties, causing you to gyrate against his hand ever so slightly, soft and muffled whines spilling from your lips.

“You’re so wet..” Oliver chuckled as he watched you rub yourself against his hand. “You’re a slut for me too?” He whispers curiously. “I thought you ‘fucking hated me?’” “I do.” You say muffled, causing him to grip your face tighter. “Then why are you dripping all over?” He smirks before moving your panties to the side, revealing the sweet and succulent smell of your cunt. He moans in satisfaction before rubbing his middle finger against your drooling hole. His finger slowly teases its way into your cunt, causing you to moan, your legs squeezing together. He slowly pumps his finger in and out of your aching hole, your soft whimpers almost pouring through his hand.

“Will you behave?” He asks again in a hurried whisper and you gasp out a short yes. “Aww..” He coos as he watched you helplessly grind yourself into his finger. He lets out a dry laugh before shoving another finger into your tight hole. The gush of your juices spilling out onto his fingers makes you embarrassed. You hated him so much.. yet he’s fingering you in your own bedroom and you’re letting him. You moan as he picks up the pace of pounding your pussy, his fingers stretching you out in the slightest.

“I’m so close.” You whine into his hand and he snickers. “Yeah?” You nod and immediately your orgasm is ripped from you. You scoff as you look at him. “Ollie.. Please.” You whimpered out as he removed his hand from your mouth. He enticingly moves his cunt soaked fingers to his lips, teasing at his bottom lip before gently licking and sucking them clean. You watch him in awe, as if you’re in a trance. He removes his fingers from his mouth and hums. “There you go.. good girl.” He smirks. “You finally shut up.”

Oliver picks you up from his lap and places you on your bed, laying on top of you. He caress the side of your neck before gently placing his lips on yours. “Can you taste yourself?” He teases against your lips and you nod slowly as he pulls away. He trails down your body, touching and feelings your chest and stomach before he makes his way to your aching pussy. Oliver eagerly rips your panties from your body, causing a groan to escape your mouth. He looks at you knowingly before he lifts your thighs over his shoulders. “Shh..” He hushes before sticking out his tongue and placing it into your throbbing clit. Your back arches up at the sensation of his tongue rubbing circles into your clit, one of your hands finding its way to his hair and the other covering your mouth to stay silent. He eats your pussy like a hungry man, slurping up any juice that falls from you, his hands gripping the thighs on his shoulders. He slaps the side of your thigh as he teases your entrance with his tongue. Your jaw drops open into inaudible moans, your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed. He places kisses on your clit and lips, jolts of euphoria getting sent through your body as your legs begin to shake.

“You’re so close.. I just know it.” Oliver whispers into your pussy before indulging himself in it again. You choke back a sob as you tug at his hair, confirming his idea. He pulls away and rubs your clit. “Come on slut.” He coos as the knot in your stomach went away, releasing your juices all over your sheets. Oliver smirks to himself as he goes back down and licks you clean. Your jaw is left wide open as you watch him. He pulls himself up to your face and looks into your eyes again.

“Stop talking to others about me..” He whispers and you nod. “..’m sorry.” You say softly as his gaze softens.

“Good.”

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[echobx]

okay but rafe with a tall reader🙏 (im 5’8 and there’s never any rep for tall bitches </3 )

author's note: I'm so so sorry that it took me this long to reply to this 😭 but as a short girlie this was rough bc I seriously didn't know what to give you and I didn't wanna half-ass it either. I hope you like it still.

warnings: talk about sex, talk about breeding, fluff, NOT proof read

Rafe met you at the country club where you played tennis. He's not that into the sport but he found the appeal once his eyes landed on you.

He'd never tried dating girls that could reach the top of his head without jumping or using a stool or stepladder to stand on.

But once he saw you he was completely enamored.

He tried his usual tricks to win you over, but although he was better looking than most guys you met before you just dreaded the day that he'd made a joke about how tall you are. So you didn't have much hope.

But he kept his eye on you, taking care of your tab at the Club without you ever asking him and finally when he asked you to help him with his dance lessons for the Midsummers ball, you agreed.

Rafe liked that he didn't have to hunch down to whisper in your ear as you danced with him. Or how his hands could easily slip down to the swell of your ass without much effort to it.

He liked especially how your cheeks flushed everytime it happened. And how you told him it was okay when he apologized.

He liked that he could look straight into your eyes when you had your heels on. and that you weren't afraid to wear them even though they made you just as tall as him.

He was slowly but surely falling for you, not just because it all felt so much easier with you. He liked that you had a bold personality on top of your physical strength.

And when you finally agreed to go on a date, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the floor length dress you had put on.

The kiss after the dinner was probably his highlight still. Pressing himself into you without feeling like he was pushing himself onto you or overpowering you.

He liked the balance it gave him of not having to worry too much that he would hurt you.

Especially when it came to sex, which was usually good but most girls just weren't built for him in the same way you were.

The first time he got so overwhelmed by the fact that he could easily bottom out that he almost came instantly.

Your bodies fitting together perfectly and letting him fuck you and kiss you without hunching his back.

Better yet was the fact that he could easily bend you over anytime anywhere without much issues. no more bent knees for him, which, as weird as it sounds, turned him on ever more.

He liked seeing you in his shirts, that although still a bit big for you, didn't make it seem like you were drowning in them.

He loved how much more mature you made him feel and maybe, just maybe, he was already planning his life with you and the ten 6' tall kids he wanted you to give him.

please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

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[scenezfreak]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASSEEGEHEH WRITE EJ X READER WHERE HE’S VERY ANIMALISTIC AND NEEDY AND PRACTICALLY BEGGING TO TAKE YOU YK THE REST 🤭‼️

- ur best friend 🫶

A/N: LMAO of course I will, love 🫶🏻

- TUMBLR KICKED ME OUT AND I LOST ALL PROGRESS SO I HAVE TO WRITE THIS AGAIN FROM MEMORY SO IM SORRY IF ITS KIND OF SHORT, I TRIED TO CRAM IN EVERYTHING I COULD REMEMBER 🙏😭 (Ngl I actually cried)

“Touch me too..please”

Eyeless Jack x fem!Reader

Warnings: Needy and Feral EJ, creampie, squirting, possessive EJ, EJ growling, cockwarming at the end

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

Jack had always had animalistic tendencies such as mating instincts and a mating season. It’s much less brutal now that you’ve came into his life. Speaking of which..his mating instincts finally kicked in and you weren’t there to help him.

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You fumbled with your keys, trying to unlock the front door. You opened the door and shut it behind you and called out “I’m home!” ..no reply. You brows furrowed in concern. You set your things down and went to go look for Jack. He wasn’t in the kitchen nor was he in the living room. You walked to your room and opened the door. The sight infront of you almost had your legs give out infront of you.

Jack was sitting down fisting his cock while smelling a pair of your…used underwear? His mask was off and you could see his fangs biting his bottom lip. Your recent concerns completely disappeared and you shivered. He didn’t hear you come in, too lost in the feeling. That is until you cleared your throat. “Jack?” You asked, he quickly looked your way. His cheeks were flushed and he threw the underwear he had in his hands to the side and got up. He immediately hugged you and you smiled, feeling him kiss your neck.

“I need you so bad..” he whimpered. You hummed, “Really? Because to me it looked like you had it covered.” He immediately pulled back upon hearing your words. “No no hey- please..I was waiting for you…” he rested his forehead against yours. “It didn’t help at all..it only works when you help me.” You smiled, “I was joking, baby. Of course I’ll help you.” He excitedly kissed you and you reciprocated. You knew he needed you by the way he was slowly rubbing his cock against you the whole time.

He quickly made work of getting you two to the bed. He helped you out of your clothes before undressing himself. He was so nice and gentle laying you down on the bed and getting on top of you. He kissed your neck and down to your breasts. He looked up at you for approval. You nodded and he wasted no time sucking your nipple, his hand coming up to rub the other one. You moaned and arched your back, leaning into his touch. The hand that was on your nipple slid down to your thigh. You felt him gently rub your thigh and then rub your inner thigh, getting closer to your cunt.

He stopped sucking and leaned back to look at how wet he made you. His fingers made their way to your clit and started rubbing in slow circles. You jolted a bit and moaned, your hole clenched around nothing. Your noises spurred him on and he rubbed faster. He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “Touch me too..please” you couldn’t say no to his needy voice. Your hand came up to slide down his torso and stop above his happy trail. You always loved teasing him by slowly tracing a finger down his happy trail and stopping just above the base of his aching cock.

He shuddered and let out a shaky sigh, “Fuck y/n..” In the blink of an eye he positioned himself between your legs, sliding his cock up and down your wetness. “Can..can I fuck you?” He asked, you replied “yes- please..I need you so bad Jack.” He quickly pushed the head of his cock into you. He was pretty big in girth and it always stretched you out and made you feel good. He was smart, he knew all the ways to fuck you to make you a mess. He made you his mess.

He groaned, feeling your walls clamp down on him. Once he was fully inside he let you adjust, opting to lean down and kiss you. His tongue was weirdly long but you didn’t mind, honestly it made everything feel 10x better. “You can move now..” you moved your hips a bit. He nodded silently and pulled out before pushing back in. Soon he quickly sped up, his grip on your his was almost bruising. He kissed and sucked your breasts, the feeling of him moaning sent shivers down your spine. He angled his hips upwards, his cock immediately hit your g-spot causing you to dig your nails into his back. He smirked and continued to attack that spot. Before you knew it you were cumming around his cock, he let out a loud moan when he felt you cum.

He continued to fuck into you. “I-Jack wait! ‘s too much-“ your words were cut off by him moving you into a mating press. “Need more of you..need to mark you as mine.” His voice was low. His pace quickened significantly, your brain function being completely thrown out of the window. “Fuckk jack!” You moaned. He loved how much bigger he was than you, he loved your scent, he loved your personality, he loved you. Something In him seemed to snap, his grip on the back of your thighs got harder and he fucked you harder. You could tell he was close because of the way his cock twitched inside of you. His moaning soon turned into growling, he’s gone full animalistic, you could hear him repeat under his breath and in between his moans and growls “mine, mine, mine.”

Your orgasm hit you hard and you practically screamed his name, your cum squirted on him, your brain was mush by this point and you couldn’t think about anything but him. He came not long after you did, his warm cum filled you up. Some even dripping out because he was fucking you through both of your highs. His cum was thick and it always felt amazing inside of you. His hips stilled and you both were heaving, gasping for air. You could feel that he was still hard inside of you. He caught his breath and slowly bucked his hips. You let out a whine. His pace returned to his fast paced one. Jack had a lot of stamina, especially when it was during his mating season…this was going to be a looong night.

-

You slowly opened your eyes and looked around, your body ached and despite just waking up you still felt tired. You looked around, you noticed Jack was clinging onto you like you were his life support. He was fast asleep and you smiled, brushing some hair out of his face, you turned to hug him back. You kissed him on the forehead and closed your eyes. ..wait a minute…

He was still inside of you..

[pupyuj]

→ “simple solutions.” || kim minjeong (winter) x reader fic.

— you always knew that your friend minjeong would never leave you to rot in your apartment all alone, so you make sure to call her over just to pass time. and today was one of those days...

word count: 2.7k

dynamic: g!pswitch!taken!winter x switch!bimbo!reader.

content warnings: smut, hate/angry sex technically, cheating, oral, blowjob, deepthroat, throatfucking, unprotected sex, meanjeong!!!

requested? : nope.

a/n: a gift for the most normal winter fan i know, @wintersera 😭❤️‍🔥 i made this when i was half-asleep so sorry if there are any mistakes, loves 🙏

clear skies and crisp air; you could literally do every outdoor activity imaginable right now. cycling, walking, jogging, and all the things you normally do on days like this. yet somehow, you felt like doing the opposite of going out. somehow, you didn't want to feel the sun on your skin and bask in it's late-morning, early-afternoon shine. you wanted to stay in your apartment, right under the comfort of your super-soft blankets and pillows, and—there is really no other way to put it—get fucked raw.

and so you message the only person who you knew would be more than willing to fulfill your needs.

you smiled at your phone screen, satisfied, before turning it off and focusing your attention on the movie in front of you. but of course, your mind was still elsewhere. you were practically buzzing with excitement—what with the small smile on your lips, the way you couldn't stop looking at your phone for any notifications, and the wet spot that was starting to form on your panties solely due to the thought of her.

ah, speaking of which—you heard the familiar sounds of a car engine coming to a stop, and a few minutes later, your front door opening and closing, and then the thundering footsteps coming up the stairs. you leaned back on the headboard of your bed as your bedroom door swung open, revealing an out-of-breath kim minjeong, handsomely pretty as ever.

you bit your bottom lip as you stared at her... and the sweat that made her hair stick to her damp forehead, her mindlessly-put-on jacket, and oh that big fucking tent in her stupid baggy shorts... she looked like the lamest loser in the world, but you still got up from your bed in your oversized tee and panties-only glory, grabbed minjeong's sleeve and pulled her in for a searing kiss. one where you found your hands on her hair, and she puts hers on your hips. her lips moved in sync with yours—desperate, hungry, and so fucking needy—as it always did.

you pulled minjeong's jacket off her body, smiling into the kiss seeing that she had only been wearing a cropped tank top underneath. you always have been a sucker for skin-to-skin contact. one of your hands move to the back of minjeong's neck to deepen the kiss, and you wrapped your other arm around her, pulling her closer and finally making her give in and completely melt into you. minjeong's hands start roaming your body, groping and squeezing everywhere like she has never touched another girl before. it was cute. she squeezes your ass with both hands and then slaps it, making you moan and giving minjeong the opportunity to shove her tongue inside your mouth, getting a better taste of the sweet apples you had just before you decided to invite her over directly from your tongue.

eventually, you stumbled back into your bed, still kissing minjeong until she reluctantly pulled away, gasping for air.

"oh." minjeong suddenly picks up her jacket from the floor, fishing for something in the pockets.

you leaned back on your arms as you waited for her to return in front of you, where she held a condom between her fingers. "forget it, minjeong," you said, swatting the condom out of her fingers and smirking at the sight of her annoyed expression. "i want to feel your cock inside me without some stupid rubber getting in the way." you tucked your fingers underneath the waistband of her shorts and pulled it down. and minjeong did wear the briefs that you loved seeing on her so much.

"would you look at that," you poked her hard dick, giggling at the sight of the wet spot that was presumably because of her precum. "and you said you didn't want to come over."

"shut up."

you almost considered just making minjeong dry hump you until she comes in her cute briefs because you really did love them on her but fuck, you needed her cock inside you. immediately.

you pulled down her briefs, letting it fall to her ankles, and was met with the sight of her throbbing hard dick that was more than ready to fuck into you. "everyday i wonder why people keep getting surprised whenever you tell them you have a dick when it's this big." and it was nearly as thick as your wrist too. just so fucking perfect. minjeong really was.

minjeong was sensitive, already whining as you started stroking her length slowly. or maybe she just really liked the way you touched her. either way, she sounded so cute. you stuck your tongue out and licked off the precum leaking from her slit with a satisfying hum, making minjeong bucks her hips into your hand, hoping to get you to suck her off already. "fucking get it over with, (y/n). i have to leave quickly." minjeong was saying, taking a hold of your wrist but you push her hand away.

"says who? you're gonna fuck me and come inside me until you're drained and i'm full to the brim with your cum," the thought alone makes your clit twitch. you leave several kisses down her stomach, and left a hickey right on her abdomen. "right now, you're mine, minjeong. forget about your girl."

that's exactly what happens the moment your lips capture her tip, sucking on it and making minjeong moan loudly grab your bedside table for support. her other hand goes to your head, slowly nudging you downwards as you eased more of her length down your throat. christ, no matter how many times you take her cock in your throat it was always hard and painfully slow because of her sheer size. but see, that's what you loved about it all. the challenge, and that gratifying feeling that washes over you when minjeong's cock hit the back of your throat.

"fuckfuckfuck... (y/n)..." her little whines were a bonus too. her clutches your hair tightly and starts moving your head back and forth on her full length, not at all minding the pain she was feeling from how your nails dug so far into her thighs. you were sure to leave marks there but minjeong's girlfriend wouldn't notice. she never notices anything.

"mhm...! fuck, you dumb slut...!" she was completely fucking your throat now. minjeong held your cheeks in her hands, thrusting her hips into your face aand fucking your mouth like it was your ass. ugh, she drove you crazy. every time you gag and clench your throat around her, it pushes minjeong closer and closer to the edge. eventually, she starts moving her hips desperately, chasing after her orgasm.

"(y/n).. ah—i'm c-coming... fuck..!"

one last thrust and your mouth was filled with her warm cum as she came with a cute whine. as hard as it was to breathe with minjeong's cock literally just spurting semen down your throat, you still made sure to swallow every drop, not wasting a single one. minjeong pulls out of your mouth, cheeks flushed and breathing heavily — fuck, she looked hot.

you cleaned up her cock with your tongue while minjeong watched looking all flustered as if the two of you hadn't been fucking behind her girlfriend's back for months now. minjeong cups your cheek with one hand, wiping the tiny spot of cum that managed to get there and then inserted her thumb inside your mouth.

"were none of your other friends available?" minjeong asked, her nail pressing hard against your tongue.

you shook your head, and minjeong removes her thumb to let you speak, "you know you're my favorite, minjeong." you kissed her hand and stood up, letting her grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. you weren't wearing a bra, so minjeong quick to take your breasts in her hands, relishing in the sounds of your soft moans. minjeong dips her head and starts leaving a trail of wet, sloppy kisses all the way down to your collarbone, where she leaves several marks.

"mine." she whispered and nibbled softly on your skin.

minjeong might allow other people to kiss you, touch you, and fuck you, but she always made sure to make it known that you truly belonged to one person only and it was her. she said it through the hickeys she left on your neck and chest, through the fact that you owned several shirts of hers, the fact that she had a custom-made guitar pick with your initials on them (you didn't know of this), and the way she would almost always drop anything and everything to meet up with you.

it would've been romantic had minjeong not been cheating on her current girlfriend, but not everything works out fine. and there was really only one simple solution this problem... and that was cheating, apparently.

minjeong didn't like it. she was a good person. she believed she was, you knew in your heart she was, everybody knew she was. but something pulled her to you, and it was unbreakable no matter how much she tried to stop herself. you were beautiful, you were captivating, mesmerizing—everything about you just pulls her in.

"hm." minjeong traces her finger along your collarbone where she has left more than a lot of hickeys. you didn't care that it was messy. whatever minjeong wanted, you were willing to give it to her.

you sat further on your bed, pulling minjeong down along with you while you kissed. her tongue was once again inside your mouth, not even letting you get a taste of dominance with the way her tongue expertly wore you down. she swiftly pulls off of panties and breaks the kiss to look at your now fully naked body. so fucking perfect, and it's all for her.

"what's the hold up, minjeong? hurry. your girlfriend's waiting back home, right? let's get this over with." you teased, spreading your folds open to give her the full view of your pussy, clenching around nothing and so deliciously wet. minjeong doesn't even make an effort to talk back to you, she simply grabs her dick and puts her tip right along your entrance. you hold onto her arm and your bedsheets as minjeong thrusts her cock inside you, both of you moaning in unison at the feeling. as soon as your warm cunt surrounds her cock, minjeong's brain just shuts down and she's focused on only one thing: to come inside you.

"you're so slow... fucking move, minjeong or else i'll— ahh...!"

annoyed, minjeong was quick to shut you up by giving you what you wanted, but in a pace faster than you expected. not that you were protesting. she pushes you down on the bed so that you were laying on your back, holding onto your thighs as she pounded your pussy just how you like it. fuck, she filled you up so good... her cock was just the right kind of thick that it made you feel so full. it was almost hypnotizing, and you get so lost in pleasure that you almost turn into a completely different person.

you were whining, whimpering, and saying minjeong's name in such a sweet way. "m-mminjeong-ah...! fuck... please, harder..." you were gripping the bedsheets tightly underneath you, and your back arched with every thrust. minjeong just knew where to hit you, how to use her cock in a way that would drive you to insanity.

"harder, minjeong...!" you pleaded again, wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her closer. minjeong was always quick to give you what you want but it was never enough. you needed her to to use you, to ruin you, to act as if you were nothing but a toy to her. but unfortunately, minjeong was too fucking nice for all that... so you have to push her.

grabbing her arms, you pulled her down for a kiss. you wrapped your arms around her neck, your moans now getting higher and sounding more desperate now that minjeong was fucking you so much better. she was getting into it now, knees planted on your bed and your thighs right over hers. she was holding your legs back by the back of your knees, making sure that every thrust was hard and went deeper than the last. she looked so cute with her eyebrows furrowed, so focused on the pleasure of it all.

you couldn't help but look down to watch as your pussy got pounded, only getting even more horny at the sight. the two of you looked too good together.

"i b-bet she doesn't let you fuck her like this, right, minjeong?" you took note of how her eyes snapped at you, all annoyed now. "or at all... what do you even see in her...? mmhm.. so fucking pretty, but such a prude... even jimin-sunbae was more interesting—mmph..! ahh..." you bit your lip when minjeong takes a hold of your waist with both hands and slams into you, effectively shutting you up but only for that one moment.

"ever think about her while you're f-fucking me, minjeong? huh? maybe you... god... maybe you're even imagining that she's me right now... fuck you if that's the case but.. ahh... whatever makes you use me better," you grinned at the way minjeong's eyes bore through you, so filled with anger. more. you have to push her more. "leave her, minjeong. you know t-there's only one pussy in this world that can satisfy you... and that's mine—mmf!"

"shut up. just shut up." minjeong clamps her hand around your mouth and pounds you harder than ever. any trace of that careful and gentle good 'friend' of yours was gone, and you had to admit that this is the version of minjeong that you liked the most. the one you brought out of her, the one you practically created.

your minjeong.

minjeong's thrusts were getting sloppier, and clumsier as she neared her climax. moaning and muttering profanities in your ear, biting into your shoulder, her nails digging into your waist even deeper. all of these habits you were so familiar with. the way her cock dragged within your walls had you mind reeling, you were practically drooling—she just fucked you so good.

minjeong lets go of your jaw to clutch the bedsheets, "i'm coming again... (y/n)...!"

"don't you dare pull out," you held onto minjeong's neck, pulling her face close. "come inside me."

"you're f-fucking crazy... i won't do that..." but minjeong knew you wouldn't let her pull out. especially when you kissed her deeply and started clutching on her neck. "(y/n)... shitshit..." minjeong shakes her head and buries her face on your shoulder, letting you lock your legs around her waist and hug her.

"i got you, baby... just come..! fill me u-up, please, minjeong...!"

merely seconds later, minjeong releases her load inside you with a gasp, and you held onto her for dear life as you came undone yourself. your juices mixing with her own and spilling out of your cunt, making a mess of your bed but you didn't care.

an hour or two later, when you and minjeong have fully recovered from your high, she pulls herself out of your embrace and started dressing up. you merely watched, being familiar with this situation already. before minjeong could finish getting dressed, you grabbed her shirt and gently tugged her down, capturing her lips in a soft kiss before you pulled away.

minjeong stares at you, and for the first time you couldn't get a read on her.

"we can't keep doing this. i can't."

she sounded like she meant it, you could hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes. minjeong left quickly after that, leaving you alone in your bed that got increasingly cold as soon as she went out the door.

but the thing is, minjeong wanted to mean it. and you wanted to believe that she meant it. but it was hard to do that. it always has been.

especially when two weeks later, minjeong stands on your front porch drenched from the rain. eyes red and puffy, lips quivering from both the cold and her emotions. and she says the words that immediately made you tug her inside your home.

"i broke up with her. i need you."

[megistusdiary]

ok but himeko and rosaria's titties ... pls let me be buried in them 😔 they're def for the girlies

i am so sorry for the delay. trust me, i see all of your guys' asks, i have just been so busy and tired lately. but i do enjoy rosaria and himeko 😁🫶 and yes, they are for the girls. i just know it 🙏

i am so flat, and yet my big titty gf is nowhere in sight (tragic, i know)

anyways, i just put this together, and i know it is short, but i hope it is up to your standards, anon

♡ himeko and rosaria thoughts ♡

dom!himeko and dom!rosaria x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, tit play, strap penetration/fingering (sub receiving), individual warnings below

rosaria ⋆·˚ ༘

warnings: strap penetration (sub!receiving), tit play, hickies, kinda rough sex (it's rosaria, i have to)

rosaria's sharp nails dug into your hips as she pulled you up and down her strap. you were panting, whining so pitifully in her ear, begging for her to fuck you. even though you were so spoiled, how could she resist?

with every thrust, her own chest bounced, leaving you entranced. your hands gripped her shoulders, head slowly sinking down to kiss the tops of her breasts, hands following to palm them.

"what do you think you're doing?" she arched an eyebrow, purposefully thrusting harder as your hands faltered, sliding down to her waist.

"you're- fuck- you're so pretty!" you whimper, palming her breasts, clumsily swiping your thumbs over her nipples.

she lets out a breathy sigh, pausing her movements momentarily. "you're really that interested in my chest?" she scoffed.

instead of responding, you leaned down to lap your tongue over her breast, using the tip to tease her nipple and her expression turned surprised as she let out a soft moan.

her nails gripped your hips tighter, hips bucking into yours as you teased her, sucking at the skin and leaving pretty marks across her chest.

she looked down at the marks blooming across her pale skin, picking up the pace of her hips just to see your mouth slip. she could feel your soft breaths, panted against her skin as she fucked you deeper, smirking ever so slightly at the way your moans vibrated against her body.

himeko ˚ૢ⋆˚

warnings: fingering (sub!receiving), soft sex, tit play, 'girl' used in petnames

himeko's hand rested tenderly on the back of your head, cradling you close to her while her other hand remained occupied between your thighs.

you were both still relatively clothed, though your bottom half was entirely exposed.

her hand smoothed down your head sweetly, resting on your neck as her fingers pressed deeper into you.

"does that feel good, sweetheart?" she asks softly, enjoying the little whines and whimpers you give her in return.

your head rested comfortably on her plush chest, nodding into her body. she swept her free hand across your forehead so sweetly, contrasting the way her fingers pressed into your sweet spot so sinfully.

her reward was your crescendo of gasps, though she had to admit she was surprised when you tugged the top of her dress down purposefully to reveal her tits.

"oh- what are you doing, baby?" she asked, caught off guard. although, she didn't mind too much when you leaned your head up to kiss her breasts so cutely, giving attention to her while she played with you.

your tongue passed over her nipples, and her fingers stilled inside you, her own thighs pressing together. she only moved when you whined, hips fucking themselves back on her hand. "himeko-" you huffed at her, grinding your hips.

"i'm sorry, sweet girl, your tongue just feels so good." she smiles down at you, kissing the top of your head. she keeps finger-fucking you, enjoying the visual of you palming her tits, rubbing and pinching her nipples in between little kisses and licks.

her breasts grow sensitive with each touch, her own chest heaving despite the impending orgasm belonging to you. "such a good girl-" she breathes out, pushing your head further onto her chest, head falling back when you teasingly nip at her. "good girl."

[true--north]

tbh, i love reading your tags, do you mind a short analysis on "kristoff and hans had their own responses to these issues" [frozen heart]? 🙏 idk, i feel like you'll have smth important to say here, there's not smuch talk about the boys and i'd love to hear your deepened opinions on both of them, especially in F1 (since Hans hasn't really been present in the franchise afterwards)

Hi, Anon ❄ Idk if I have something important to say, but I've always viewed The big frozen four (Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, Hans) as a whole "set". They are connected and more similar than it seems.

The op's post was about trauma and fear and the sisters' response to it. Kristoff and Hans were traumatised and isolated too; basically everyone in Frozen had a metaphorical frozen heart but Anna, she's got a real one after so many tries to reach out for the people she loved in vain.

Kristoff was an orphan since birth, if we believe The lost legends: Fixer Upper book. He never knew parental love. The children at the orphanage bullied him, he could not make real friends, plus he was somewhat different from the others (this book strongly hints at Kristoff being autistic) He noticed those people, the ice harvesters, and was very eager to become one of them, to find his own place, but he could not really do it, no one really wanted to adopt him, and the craft was passed on within clans he wasn't a member of. When staying at the orphanage and the school became unbearable, Kristoff gladly allowed himself to be "kidnapped" to the Trolls' valley. He got a lot better there, but still there is a difference between a troll and a human; and the older he got, the more obvious it was. He always knew only offence and cruelty from people, but he could no longer be with trolls like in childhood, so he protected himself with cynicism and aloofness. He didn't believe in anything until he met Anna.

Hans, as Lee said, is the result of growing up without love(as all of them to some extent). Based on the information from the Frozen Heart book and that comic "Leftovers", his childhood was terrible. His brothers ignored and mocked him (someone might say that they felt something cursed in him, but maybe it was a self-fulfilling prophecy), his father considered him a worthless nobody and did not pay attention. The Isles were terrible and at the same time he was eager to prove himself to them. Power, a chance, a higher calling became both a way out of the cage, and an opportunity to earn the respect and love of his father and brothers. A way to show them that they were wrong, that he meant something. Hans's response to the trauma was coldness and hatred. As none treated him as a person, so he will not consider others.

If we place the characters on "the frozen heart" scale, Anna would be at the bottom, then Kristoff(Trolls saved him) then Elsa, and Hans at the top. Kristoff and Elsa didn't trust anyone, shutting everyone out. Anna and Hans trusted and desired other people, but in different ways. Anna thought that everyone was good and loving, Hans thought that everyone was either evil or stupid. There's so many parallels and similarities between them all: Kristoff and Hans and their cynicism, Elsa and Hans and "the cage" theme, their relationship with power, Anna and Hans as "the spare", etc, etc.

[togaki-kun]

Modern AU Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge Hairstyles

For those of you who came here from my fic, hello! For those that didn’t and are curious about said fic, I’ll have a link at the end. Here are my headcanons for modern au SJ and LQG.

I see SJ as having a clean but chic cut. Something like SEVENTEEN’s Joshua or TXT’s Soobin, both during their appearance on the Game Caterers.

(Above: Joshua from SVT)

He’s probably the type to get a cut that’s short, something that still has a center or close to center part. I don’t think he’d ever go for a buzz cut because he probably thinks that looks unflattering on him, but something with a bit of volume yet easy to maintain. He takes a lot of pride in maintaining his appearance. If I might be brazen, he’s probably also the type to like the way he looks in the mirror when his hair is just slightly disheveled haha. Like a K-drama lead that’s too thin-faced to outrightly preen about his appearance, since that’d seem too self-absorbant.

(Above: Soobin from TXT)

On the topic of growing out his hair, I mentioned in my fic notes that Shen Jiu probably wouldn’t ever grow out his hair, because of his sensitivity toward adhering to societal norms, which as a man, would be short hair. If he ever let go of his self-consciousness and allowed himself the flexibility to do so, I think he’d really enjoy having long hair. There’s a lot he can do with it. There’s certainly a lot he’d *like* to do with Liu Qingge’s hair.

As for Liu Qingge himself, I imagine him being a lot freer, a lot less caring regarding the way he looks (he looks hot either way, so nothing is lost there). He’s likely the type to hamfist his hair into a ponytail and call it good. I personally would love to see him in a man bun. Because. I just like man buns.

(Above: top, Hyunjin from Stray Kids; bottom, Jun from SVT)

Liu Qingge’s go-to shower routine is: get hair wet, three big dollops from 5-in-1 shampoo, rinse, good. He probably has extremely dry hair. Those poor ladies at the hair salon faint every time he visits. So many split ends. So he doesn’t. He forgets, actually haha. That’s part of why I imagine his hair to be grown out. Not because he particularly likes that style, but simply that it’s the way the dice have rolled for him. The convenience factor is a major plus. Oh, and Shen Jiu likes roaming his hands through it a *lot*. Can’t forget about that. So really, it’s pros all around. No cons.

Anyways, those are my thoughts! If, for whatever reason, you’re reading this and you didn’t come here from the link in my fic and you’d like to read it, check it out here. Thanks for reading! 🙏

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43375399 

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Hiya! I adore your writings! I wanted to ask how would the boys confess to their crush?

Aww, thank you! :D I have done Arthur, Sean and Micah for this ask, I hope that's ok. Hope you enjoy! It's mostly all SFW, though Micah is... Micah.

It's Just a Little Crush!

Arthur Morgan

You’ll be lucky if you ever find out!

The man will first repress any feelings he has for you, chalking things up to just being impressed with your skills and appreciating the work you do around camp. He doesn’t ACTUALLY have feelings for you, he just thinks you’re a pretty good person to have around.

But truth be told, he finds himself making excuses to stay in camp when you’re there or riding out with you on jobs. He’s something of a worry wort and keeps an eye on you, then feels bad for looming over you like a hawk!

When he has to stay away from camp he thinks fondly about your smile and laugh, and how much you make him smile and laugh. He misses the sound of your voice, the way you affectionately pat his arm and feed his horse peppermints when you think Arthur isn’t watching.

Really, it’s only when he’s away from you that he realises how he’s fond of you and debates for an eternity about telling you how he feels.

If he’s unable to move pass how he feels, then he might tell you, but it could be a year or more until he actually does reveal all!

If he does, he’s very earnest, but also terrified that you might reject him. He’ll nervously glance up at your face, trying to guess what you’re thinking and feeling.

‘Ain’t goin’ to lie anymore, darlin’, I’ve grown sweet on ya. Have felt that way for a while. I know I ain’t a good man, don’ deserve ya, but I do… like yer quite a bit.’

Sean MacGuire

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302 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

#4

So I have an request

I need in my life sort of grumpy/ sunshine and enemies to lovers trope!

Of course Arthur being grumpy and Reader teasing and annoying him for fun!

Might be with smut, with angry Arthur showing reader that her teasing must come to an end. 😏 tho I really need how their relationship would develop 🙏🙏

Hello, I hope this is ok :) I've only done a bit of fluff and a short hc. I'm going to pace myself with smut writing, so this is just the beginning of the relationship. Hope you enjoy!

When Arthur meets you for the first time he’s not in the best of moods. He had slept poorly the night before, hadn’t eaten well all day, been pissed off by Micah and because he got back late, he didn’t even get a decent serving of stew - just the burnt bit at the bottom.

So safe to say he’s a grumpy boy who isn’t interested in entertaining folk and plans to just sulk rest on his cot.

But he’s grabbed by Mary-Beth and Tilly who insist he has to meet the new gang member.

Arthur grumbles mightily, but is eventually forced over to where you were chatting with Sean. He immediately notices your big grin and eyes sparkling with mirth. He does his best to ignore the swooping sensation in his chest, when he hears you laugh.

Mary-Beth introduces you both and you offer him a hand to shake. Arthur scowls and gives it a half-hearted shake, more to hide the fact he is immediately intrigued by you than actual contempt or dislike.

‘Let me guess, they keep you around for your sense of humour and winning smile?’ you tease.

Sean cackles, Arthur scowls further and stomps off to his cot. He does his best to write in his journal and focuses on the previous events of the day, but he can’t help his eyes drifting over to you and writing just a very small paragraph.

‘If they’re making Sean and Uncle laugh like that, then I fear we have collected another fool for their entertainment, rather than someone who could be useful!’ he writes. He does feel a bit bad about it come the morning, but the writing remains in his journal.

Annoyingly, over the next few weeks you prove yourself beyond useful. You’re a quick, accurate shot, a keen thief with light fingers and, more importantly to Arthur, an excellent horse rider who cares for their horse a good deal.

Not that he gives you a lot of praise. Arthur scolds and dismisses your work, not wanting you to get cocky or arrogant. The fact that you don’t even let his barbs and comments bother you irritates him more.

You’re constantly making jokes and quips at his expense, though he’s fortunate the rest of the gang never seem to be around when you do.

‘You know, if you keep frowning like that the wind might change and then you’ll be stuck- Ah, I think it might be too late actually!’

‘Beans, beans and more beans isn’t actually the full three course meal you seem to think it is!’

‘You can laugh at my jokes, you know. It’s probably causing you great internal harm to not do so!’

‘Tell a funny one then and I’ll think about it!’

‘Uncle’s ass?’

‘That ain’t a joke.’

‘Yeah, it’s a crime against humanity!’

He actually manages a snort of laughter after that.

‘But seriously, why are you always so grumpy? Whatever did I do?’ You flutter your eyelashes at him in a pretence of innocence and Arthur ignores the little flip his stomach does.

‘You waste everyone’s time with yer nattering and jokes and nonsense!’

‘Oh, but Arthur, nattering and jokes and nonsense are all I have! You can’t take it away from me.’

‘Get enough of it from Sean, don’ need more of tha’!’

‘I think you enjoy it really!’ a teasing smirk on your face.

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#3

Happy Birthday, Mr Morgan

As requested by @mrs-morgan-13 here's my 'Arthur receives a birthday gift and is flattered because generally his birthday goes unnoticed and you both have a crush on each other, but because you're both as dumb as rocks neither of you realise it' fic :D

Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None, tis all fluff.

It was a warm day in the Lemoyne countryside, but then that wasn’t exactly a surprise. The last week had been a mad rush of moving from Horseshoe Overlook to a spot that was close to Rhodes and near Flat Iron Lake. You were relieved about that, glad that the occasional cool breeze would drift lazily across the still water and provide some relief from the midday heat.

You couldn’t exactly blame anyone else for forgetting, especially because since Blackwater you had all been trying to get by and salvage what you could. The last few days of setting up camp, hunting, fishing and repairing tools, clothes and wagons had filled everyone’s time. There wasn’t much money or inclination for anyone to celebrate birthdays. Though Jack would remind anyone who listened that his was on 15th January, just in case it had been forgotten!

Most birthdays went unremarked, perhaps some drinks and songs in the evening, but you hadn’t gone out for a proper celebration for anyone’s birthday in a long time. Gifts, cards and cake wasn’t considered a necessity that the Van Der Linde gang should waste precious funds on. You understood the reasoning why, but when you scored $40 last week, you decided to buy a gift for a gang member whose birthday was coming up soon.

Arthur wouldn’t expect anything for his birthday, but you knew how hard he worked. How busy he was and how much he gave to the gang. Hell, even that day he had left camp early to go out on a job. So you were left waiting by the large oak tree that dominated the centre of camp, hoping he would return. Knowing your luck, he wouldn’t even come back tonight and would camp out somewhere for a week!

You hoped he would like your gift. It was quite difficult to know what to get the man. A horse would’ve been the best gift, but that was certainly something out of your budget! In any case, Arthur preferred to capture and tame the horse himself. It was how he got you your beautiful Blue Roan Nokota that you called Misty. You adored her with all your heart and so it felt right to at least thank him properly with a birthday gift.

You heard heavy footsteps coming towards you and looked up to finally see the man himself, returning back to camp. Arthur was heading towards his own wagon and gave you a two fingered wave as he walked by. You quickly got to your feet and followed him. Hopefully, you could speak to him before anyone else did and dragged him off on another job!

‘Hi, Arthur!’ you called out and smiled as he turned around.

‘Hello,’ he replied, tossing his hat down on the nearby table. He gave you a warm smile, then looked at you with some suspicion in his gaze. ‘Can I help yer?’

‘No, well… I’ve got something for you.’

He looked a little confused by the notion. ‘Why?’

You smiled at him gently. ‘It’s your birthday, Arthur. You remember? You told me it was 30th June.’

He was unbuckling his gun belt and looked up frowning. You watched his lips moved as though he was working out what day you were on and then sudden realisation appeared on his face. You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out at his raised brows and slightly opened mouth.

‘So it is!’ He let out a sigh. ‘Hardly feels like it has been a year.’

You nodded. ‘Yes, so happy birthday, Arthur.’

He chuckled at that and put the gun belt away in the chest by his bed. ‘Thank you.’

You pulled out his present from your pocket. You had wrapped it in some old newspaper you had found and tied it up with one of your ribbons. A dark blue one that you no longer wore but kept for sentimental reasons. You extended the gift towards him and he finally looked down at it.

‘Oh, you didn’ have to do tha’.’ He pushed the gift back towards you.

‘But I did,’ You extended it to him again. ‘And it’s useful. It’s a useful, practical, boring gift like you.’ Arthur smiled slightly and grudgingly placed his hand out for the gift. You passed it to him and felt your cheeks warm on hearing Arthur’s soft rumble of laugh.

‘Yer too stubborn.’

He untied the ribbon and pulled away the paper, revealing the knife you had brought. You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile, as Arthur gave a low whistle of approval. It had certainly cost a little more than you would usually spend, but you wanted to show Arthur that he deserved something nice and that you at least appreciated everything he did.

His fingers carefully traced over the engraved stag on the blue steel blade, then tested the weight of the ebony wood handle. He placed his thumb against the edge of the blade, seeing how sharp it was. You smiled as his focused was drawn to the knife. It looked like your gut had spoken true and Arthur liked his gift.

‘I know you lost the knife you liked in Blackwater, so I thought-’

‘It’s perfect,’ he said, looking up at you. You pressed your lips together with happiness and felt the warm flush on your face once more. His gaze was intensely fixed on yours and you could have quite easily drowned in the blue-green depths. ‘Thank you.’

‘You’re welcome,’ you breathed out.

Arthur pulled out the old knife he had been using from the holster, then replaced it with the new blade. ‘Yer know, heard tale that it was bad luck to give yer sweetheart a knife as a gift.’ He suddenly finished fussing with the knife and looked back up at you nervously. ‘Not that I’m saying yer my sweetheart or tha’ it would be bad luck-!’

‘I know,’ you reassured him, though felt a swirling, nervous feeling in your gut. Perhaps you shouldn’t have wanted to be Arthur Morgan’s sweetheart, but the suggestion buzzed around your head like an excitable gnat.

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362 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

#2

OH NO! HE'S HOT AND EMOTIONALLY REPRESSED BECAUSE OF HIS TRAGIC BACKGROUND! 😭😭😭🥵🥵🥵

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[guiltysungho]

— Hips

genre. 18+ smut mdni.

pairing. dance teacher!riwoo x fem!reader

warnings. not proofread, instructor x student, oral (f receiving), soft dom(?), fingering, public sex, teasing, mirror sex

wordcount. 700

a/n. i’m not sure im good at writing smut but like idk i thought of riwoo manspreading and now here we are. hope y’all that read enjoy and share thoughts pls 😔🙏

“let’s take it from the top”

you weren’t sure how long it had been since practice had ended but you were still working hard at it, committed to perfecting the choreography before the monthly evaluation. luckily you had some company.

you were surprised when your dance instructor, suggested staying with you after the class to work on your weak points but you knew you needed it.

lee sanghyeok, probably the best teacher you could have gotten out of the large number of others under the company. he was patient and yet diligent in his teaching, but you were terribly distracted.

“that was a lot better but you still get stuck here” he made his way over to you, when you turned to look at him a soft smile grew on his lips as he shook his head reminding you where your focus should be with a slight push on the chin.

his hand hovered over your hip as he stood behind your demonstrating the move which you failed to replicate, you felt his body press against you, his fingers pressing into your flesh as rolled his hips guiding you to follow his movements.

you couldn’t help biting on your bottom lip, his eyes were on you so you had to act oblivious but your shorts were so thin and he felt so big. after repeating the roll a couple times he figured you had registered it and dropped his hand gently from your hips, his finger tips slightly grazing your bare thighs before he retrieved back to his chair to monitor you once more.

“5, 6, 7, 8” his arms crossed around his chest with his legs spread wide as he nodded to the beat watching you carefully.

with every head turn, shuffle, your eyes would search for his reflection, his body was calling you, he made you want him so badly. the way his eyes would travel around your silhouette, so focused, head tilting as he licked his lips, you could feel yourself soaking your panties wet, maybe it was staining your shorts, maybe he could tell.

his touch was all you could think of, you wanted so badly to make a mistake so you could feel his hands on you again. sadly you didn’t.

“come over here for a second”

as you stood in front of him, his gaze landed on your swollen cameltoe bulging out through your shorts before looking up to meet your eyes, you could feel your pussy aching for him.

“what’s distracting you?”

“do you need me to help clear your mind?” his fingers trailing against the thin fabric of your shorts, a pleased smirk on his lips as he watches you cover your mouth muffling a soft gasp.

“please...” you beg avoiding his piercing stare, he pulls on the tight elastic of your shorts gesturing for you to take them off for him, revealing your wet pussy.

he cusses out as he leans closer, taking in the odor before pressing his tongue against your slit licking the residue from your entrance to your clit paying no mind to your soft taps on his shoulders, kissing gently before pulling away.

his hand slides down your left leg giving you a light tap to lift it, placing it over his shoulder his tongue rubbing against your clit as he holds you up by the waist massaging gently.

your whole lower body trembles under his touch, your restrained moans echo throughout the empty space your fingers running through his hair as his lips wrap around your sensitive spot sucking on it gently as his tongue licks uncontrollably.

pushing your hips closer his lips as he brings you to a perfect orgasm, breathing out heavily watching him pull away from your pussy, looking at you with a dazed smile, tired eyes, his lips covered in your mess.

he takes your leg off his shoulder and around his waist inviting you to sit on him, pressing his lips against yours as soon as he can feel your ass on thighs. his hand pulling down the cleavage on your tank top, letting your breasts spill out as his lips travel down your neck enjoying the salty aftertaste of sweat on your skin.

you press your hand against his thick bulge through his sweatpants, palming his hard cock as he massages your breast while his tongue takes its place in your mouth, swiping his finger across your pebbled nipples enjoying the way your body twitches from the contact.

he can tell how desperate you are and it only makes him want to keep you begging a bit longer.

“use your fingers, fuck your tight hole open for me” he watches you as you take your two middle fingers thrusting them inside your pussy, his hands on your jaw to keep your face on his.

“two fingers is barely enough baby”

you reluctantly push in a third finger, whimpering from the slight ache it caused, his eyes on you made you feel so dirty but you were so desperate for him.

“don’t fucking cum.” he cusses taking out his cock, stroking slowly as he watches your fingers go back and forth inside you coming out wetter every time.

he lifts you up his hands on your ass, lining his cock with your hole a weak grunt escaping his lips as felt your walls clench around his member, pulling you down slowly till it was halfway in, thrusting it inside you at once making your back arch back.

his thrusts were rhythmic, the push and pull so sensual and delicate while his cock stretched out your walls completely. you could barely mask your moans, coming out more needy at every thrust.

picking up the pace as your begging becomes more desperate, your walls tightening around his cock making him breath out a soft moan against your ear as your hips worked their way on his cock, humping your clit against him ready to release.

you give him the okay to cum inside you feeling his cock throbbing inside you, the warmth filling you up as he pushes you down on his cock in on a final thrust, your back arching as you let out an exhausted groan together. your foreheads pressed against each other, his hand wraps around your neck pulling you into a soft kiss.

“I think you’re going to need a few more practice hours”

[bearseulgs]

enhypen's reaction to walking in on their s/o changing (ENTIRELY SFW)

gn!reader x ot7

genre: fluff, comedy

wc: 777 (angel number omg)

warnings: the reader is changing (obvi) but it's nothing bad like the boys see NOTHING

requested!! tysm

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Heeseung ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

RIP HEE

YOU WEREN'T EVEN DOING ANYTHING YET???

mans just walked in on you taking off your belt and unbuttoning your jeans

as you started pulling down the waistband of your jeans (bc you don't gaf, he's your bf and y'all're both adults), he looked up from his phone and SPRINTED out of the room

he left the door wide open too 💔💔

like hun you ain't fixing anything

you literally didn't know what to do bc wtf was that

he came back to close the door and left you to change in peace lmao

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jay ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

you had just gotten back from a shopping trip with your bffs and wanted to try on your clothes

you weren't fully dressed but you had on pants and, if you have a chest, a bra so like it wasn't a big deal

and you had gotten a cute shirt that you were practically dying to wear out of your bags right as Jay walked in

sees the shirt and just says "that's a nice top" before leaving

very boring reaction, 0/10 terrible performance 😐

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jake ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

i hate him (affectionate)

you were getting ready for work when he woke up and walked into the bathroom to take a shower and found you putting on your pants

stops dead in his tracks BUT NOT IN AN EMBARRASSED WAY he just watches you zip and button them like a creep 🤨🤨 jk he just loves you

you were finished changing and noticed he hadn't moved and you just stared back

like dude why is he watching you??? you're literally just vibing???

snaps out of his trance and goes to take a shower like nothing happened like what???? is up with this man

anyways

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunghoon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

bro i love him sm

tries to be all cocky but he's just so 🥺🥰

you were getting ready for y'all's date when he walked in to y'all's shared bedroom

you were looking through your closet for a cute shirt that complimented your skirt/bottoms well

and he loves you and loves your body bc you're so good looking but he gets flustered really easy

so he literally just turns around and stares at the wall until you finish

you noticed and asked him what he's doing and he's like "i didn't know what to do so i just looked away"

10/10 very respectful 🤍🤍🤍

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunoo ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

you couldn't pick a pair of shorts for your day out together and it was getting to be the time for him to pick you up

you were still in your pajamas, which consisted of a rather large shirt and rather small shorts that were hidden by your top

and he walked in wondering wth was taking you so long to find you looking for nice shorts to wear

but he didn't know that you had sleep shorts on still and thought you just had a shirt on

so, like Hee, he ran out but he actually shut the door thank you sir 🙏🙏

you didn't know he walked in so you looked up wondering what slammed your door before going back to picking out a fit

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jungwon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

so you were going to the pool yippee!!

your friend had one in their backyard and they happened to live next door to Won's grandma aw lucky

he didn't know y'all were swimming that day so he walked over to drop off some food his grandma made for your friend's mom bc he was at his gram's that day

and he went out back to say hey to find you taking off your shirt HOW SCANDALOUS 😱😱

didn't know you had a swimsuit underneath and hopped the fence to go back to his grandma's 😭

y'all don't speak of it

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Ni-ki ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

y'all were both at a sleepover for your bff's birthday yay :D

and before y'all watched the movie everyone decided to change into pjs

bc like,,, how else would you watch a movie at a sleepover??? with normal clothes on??? pshh nah

and he didn't know you were currently in the bathroom changing yourself so he walked in to change

you were already in your pajama bottoms (and you had a sports bra on if you have a chest) so like you didn't care who walked in

but Riki full on gasped and covered his eyes before leaving the room and walking into the door frame on the way out lmao

you just stared at your dramatic bf walk out as you put on your sleep shirt before exiting the bathroom and telling him it was his turn to change

he apologized so much while you and y'all's friends just laughed at his embarrassment 💔💔 i'm sorry Riki

a/n: my first time actually having the inspo to write without music playing?? woot woot!! also i don't see wearing a bra and pants as sensual or anything, esp if it's a sports bra, so if you do see it like that i'm very sorry!!

©️ bearseulgs 2022

[sillyrabbit81]

Christmas Jumper

Summary: Sy has his work Christmas party.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 1k

Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex (female receiving), dirty talk, spit kink (Sy is a dirty bastard 🥵), reader sober, Drunk!Sy, Dad!Sy, Husband!Sy

Authors note: This is for @winter2112rose 12 + 1 Days of Christmas Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate. 🙏

This series will be a set of short (approx. 500 word) drabbles. They will be mostly set in Australia and consist of vignettes of your and Sy’s Christmas’s together. The reader is Australian, but I am still aiming to be as inclusive of race, and size as possible.

Beta read by @amberangel112 @henryobsessed . Edited by me, there will be errors.

@cavillsthighs here is the smut I promised.

Masterlist

12 + 1 Days of Christmas Masterlist

Day 8 Christmas Jumper

It is unseasonably cold this December, the La Niña weather pattern seeming to draw spring out longer. The temperatures were in the teens and low twenties, a stark contrast to the high thirties you usually experience this time of year.

Sy is at his work Christmas party. It’s just you and the kids, until who knows when. It’s cold and you miss him, you wish he was home to snuggle with. You go hunting in Sy’s half of the wardrobe for a hoodie when an ugly Christmas jumper catches your eye. You had got it for him years ago when he had taken you to Christmas in July. It makes you smile. Why not? You think as you put it on. It’s far too big, the neck hangs open off your shoulder and the hem sits halfway down your thighs, but the kids seem to think it’s fun and so you keep it on.

Just before you put the kids to bed you get a text from Sy that makes heat rise to your cheeks instantly.

I’ll be home around 11. I want you naked, in bed and ready for me. I can’t get the taste of your sweet pussy out of my head.

Although you are excited for Sy to come home, after you put the kids to bed you feel bone tired. They’re hard work at this time of year, they are over excited all the time, they’re difficult to get to sleep and they talk non-stop about Santa. It’s exhausting.

You don’t get under the blankets because you know the moment you do, you’ll fall asleep, so you sit on top and watch a movie. It’s chilly though, so you put on Sy’s Christmas jumper, fully intending to take it off before he gets home. But you can’t ward off your weariness and soon your eyes close and you fall asleep.

You wake up to a pleasant, wet warmth on your thighs. You stir, moving your legs and you hear a groan. Not completely awake yet, you look down in confusion and see a partially undressed Sy looking up at you with wild, drunk eyes as he sloppily kisses his way up your inner thigh. You giggle, as his teeth nip your skin.

“You’re wearin’ my sweater,” he says, his voice full of heat and only slightly slurred. His accent is strong, his usually subtle drawl is thick and combined with his gravelly tone, it’s a heady concoction that makes you squirm. “Thought I told ya to be naked.”

Biting your lip, you sit up to take the jumper off, but Sy stops you with a growl and pushes you back onto the bed.

“Leave it. Looks cute on you.” Sy lifts the bottom of the jumper, and hums as pushes your legs further apart licking his lips as you’re revealed to him. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout your pussy all day, Baby.” His fingers slide over your slit, parting you softly. He frowns and makes a disapproving noise deep in his throat. “I thought I told ya to be ready for me.”

“I fell asleep, the kids…”

“Shh… Excuses, excuses…” Sy murmurs pressing a finger against your mouth. “I know how to fix this.”

A filthy smirk curl’s Sy’s lip and your eyes widen. Without warning he spits on your pussy. You gasp at the filthiness of his action, but then you’re moaning as his fingers rub the makeshift lubricant all over your delicate skin. You forgot he could be like this, you forgot how much you liked it too. Sy was often dirty, but when he’s drunk and horny, he could be downright nasty.

“Yeah, you like that dirty shit dontcha, Baby?”

You can’t speak, you can only nod, too excited by Sy’s coarse touch. He hasn’t touched you like this in months. Yes, you’ve had sex, sometimes sweet, sometimes rough, sometimes both, but this hunger, this raw dominance, this dirtiness, you haven’t seen this in a long time

Sy’s smirk grows wider as he slips two fingers into you, and you watch as his eyes close briefly. He inhales sharply, your soft walls grip him tight, drawing him deeper inside you. He lets out a satisfied moan and he moves his fingers. He stares at your pussy, his jaw clenches and his breathing is hard and heavy as he watches, seemingly transfixed, as he moves in and out of your core.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” His eyes flick up to yours. “And all fuckin’ mine.” Then he growls, as if he can’t wait anymore and his mouth is on you. He laps at you, using broad strokes of his tongue, tasting your rapidly welling arousal. “Hmm Baby, you taste so fuckin’ good.” His fingers curl inside you and your back arches.

“Holy shit,” you cry. Covering your mouth so you don’t wake the kids.

Sy chuckles but isn’t diverted, as his tongue circles your clit, and he drives your trembling body closer and closer to its peak. You bite the fleshy part of your palm to muffle your shouts. You feel like you’ve been drinking, your thoughts tumble away, and your mind gives into the intoxicating euphoria of your impending release. It hits you hard, your hand leaves your mouth as you grab the back of Sy’s head, grinding against him, feeling like you’re finally whole yet falling apart.

Panting, sweating, suddenly far too hot, you pull the Christmas Jumper off before collapsing to the bed. Sy hovers over you, his cocky, shit eating grin makes you desperate for more. You reach between your bodies, your hand encloses on his cock, and you feel it pulsing in your hand.

“And this is mine,” you growl back at him. It’s his turn to look shocked as you pull his mouth to yours, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip as you guide him to your core.

[urlkssknt]

last piece 10

pairing - nanami kento x gojou!fem!reader x fushiguro toji

genre - parent!au, 8.2k

warnings - alcohol consumption, yuuki, children being lost

a/n - this is a repost because the original post didn’t show up in the tags, i’m praying that it shows up🙏

masterlist

now playing - cardigan, taylor swift

Satoru doesn’t even notice Kento walk off from the small group as they shout lyrics of a current charting pop song at the top of their lungs. There were too many bodies in the living room, pressing up against each other to follow along to the rhythm of the song. It made the humongous room feel cramped like Nanami’s dorm room, which could only just about fit a single bed and a desk. The blond takes the bitter alcoholic beverage in his hand as his feet manage to drag him away from the large crowd of university students, and make his way to a quieter part of the house. From the dramatic size of the house, it felt like each step was a mile long when in reality they were short steps to an unlit area where the thumping of the music could still be felt and the flashing lights begin to fade to darkness. The blond found himself sat on the large staircase, resting his head against the railing because it felt too heavy to hold up. At least he could no longer feel the longing ache in his chest chipping away at his heart. Nanami sits still for a few minutes, breathing gently to give him space to think. What should he do about Yuuki? Just imagining a rejection brought along another wave of agony, to which the answer was to take a large gulp of the vodka in his hand. The taste was just about manageable to be downed in large mouthfuls. It didn’t help that he hadn’t eaten dinner before coming to Satoru’s party.

“The party isn’t out here,” a voice speaks out clearly and makes Nanami jolt in surprise from the unexpectedness. He came out to the staircase to be alone and drink away the pain numbing his heart. The last thing he expected was someone to invade his privacy.

The fright was short lived as he began to calm down, the organ in his chest no longer racing at an extreme speed. From one look, the man couldn’t pick up any notes of suspicion from the woman, she simply stood there with the dark masking her features skillfully. Nanami sighs loudly as he moves himself to sit up straight. “It’s too loud for me.” There’s annoyance laced with his words as thoughts of Suguru and Satoru forcing him to do shots fled to the front of his mind.

Trying his best, Nanami looked up at the woman speaking at him with a gentle and calm voice. It could have been from how dark the staircase was, the big chandelier wasn’t lit to showcase its grandness. Nanami found it hard to picture the woman standing in front of him at the bottom of the staircase, all he could make out was the colour of her hair and the ensemble of her outfit. She wore a rusted tan trench coat with a dress underneath that ended near towards her calves. “Who are you?” Nanami spoke his thoughts aloud, he didn’t mean to, truly, but curiosity began to grow within him as she set the large duffle bag in her hand down. More questions began to form in his mind as Nanami observed the woman’s actions, to the best of his drunken ability.

The response was short and quick like a sharp inhale of breath. “A girl.”

“I can see that,” Kento could help the snort that leaves him, finding pure amusement at the spoken dull words. The vodka was finally taking full effect and making the tightly-wound up man begin to loosen in the presence of a stranger, allowing him the opportunity to unravel the truest qualities of his personality, parts he’d never show to others. “Are you a stripper?”

If the male had been sober, such crude words would never form against his tongue and be spoken into existence. Not by Nanami at least, maybe by one of his other friends who didn’t mind voicing every unnecessary thought that passed through their mind. The same friends who had the capability of tolerating his unusual stiff personality. No one understands Nanami, the male knew that himself, Satoru and Suguru understood him to an extent, hell even his best friend, Yu Haibara, could try his best to coax the blond into asking a girl for her number. But at the end of the day, Nanami didn’t actually want to ask the girl if she wanted to ‘hang out,’ he just thought she was pretty, simple as. No one understood his innocent intentions and Nanami was okay with that, most times he was anyway. It only really affected him every so often when he would lay on the bed of his cramped dorm room and stare at the ceiling.

“Would it help if I was?” The woman asked as she walked up the stairs, taking a seat on the same step as Nanami. There was a humorous tone lingering in her voice as she asked him the harmless question, choosing to play along with the drunken man to see where it would end up. Within their close distance, Kento swears he could smell a sweet fragrance emitting near her form, it was fresh and light like the beginning of spring when the flowers are freshly bloomed, further coaxing the man to lower his walls down little by little. No other woman had smelt this lovely before, not even Yuuki, Nanami thought to himself. Then the blond found his mind beginning to wander, if this was just her scent, her beauty must be unmatched. A snarky little voice in his head, which almost never spoke, whispered about how lucky Satoru was to be graced with the shining presence of the woman. Just another reason to envy his boisterous white haired acquaintance. Little did Nanami know of the truth surrounding Satoru’s relationship with the woman.

Then he remembered a (secret, unknown) key factor to his eclectic friend’s being despite the hazy fog settling into his mind, blocking the rationale for working to its full extent. It caused Nanami to smile with amusement, a grin similar to a child’s. “You’re not really Satoru’s type, because… You know… He likes men…”

The comment about his friend’s sexuality manages to make the woman laugh, a sweet joyous sound Kento had never heard from someone before, he wasn’t even sure that a laugh could possibly sound as pleasing.

“Y/N,” the woman turns to face Kento again to get another clear look of his face, making eye contact with the pair of brown eyes, “that’s my name.”

Through his blurred vision, Nanami felt entranced by your eyes, the coldness in your stare had the man stilling in an appreciative trance. Kento felt warm under the cold look, as if he were bathing in the sun, he could blame the hot presence on the room full of people but it was cold outside in the stairway, almost chilling. Cold enough for him to shiver in his button-up shirt but it was bearable. A heated intensity grew between the pair as their gazes stayed on each other, Nanami could feel the blush on his cheeks burn with redness from the sudden attention.

“Y/N,” the name rolls off Kento’s tongue naturally even though he had never called it out before. It was a nice name, he thought silently to himself. “You look like a butterfly… Kind of. Not really when I think about it.” Kento couldn’t stop himself from letting out the unnecessary mumblings, he had never experienced ‘word vomit’ as bad as this before. Maybe it was the alcohol or perhaps it was the foreign feeling arising in his chest like a sense of unease, leading up to his head to cause a disorienting sensation.

It was definitely the alcohol taking over all of the blond’s senses and abilities.

The woman stills into a shocked silence, her bright shining eyes widen till her eyebrows are raised so high the skin of her forehead crumples into lines. “What?” She laughs out after a moment, taking in how drunk the blond next to her really was, she underestimated the state of intoxication.

“They’re pretty, your eyes.” Nanami speaks again, more clearly this time with a new found determination of getting his point across.

“Oh.” A burning sensation, identical to the same feeling Nanami was subjected to, grew across her face in the cold staircase. Suddenly it was no longer cold but a sparkling warmth lit her every cell on fire. “Th-thank you.”

Nanami likes the small smile on her face, though he could barely make it out in the darkness, he just knew that it was cute. It made the blond feel good to know that he had a positive effect on someone, that his presence was felt for once.

“I should go,” Nanami says as he gets up by holding the railing of the stairs for support to get him back on his wobbly feet. “I hope I see you again.” And just like that, Nanami somehow manages to make his way down the few steps without tripping over or looking back at the mysterious woman, who he’ll forget from all the alcohol he had consumed in the night. She’ll become a distant memory to him, one that he thinks is only a dream.

The twins were finally going to meet their birth mother, an event that caused an immense amount of anxiety to weigh on Kento's chest, to the point he couldn’t eat nor sleep. The boys were so fixated on you, they had accepted you to fill the role of a mother, and Megumi the role of their brother. It led to the man being consumed with mountains of guilt. He was changing a major part of the twin’s life, disrupting a normalcy which the two boys had just attained after adapting to the new environment Nanami had forced them into. A new home, a new school. Sukuna had been on-edge after learning he wasn’t going to see you again, he had learnt from Megumi that you were both staying with his uncle for a while so there was no way of telling when. Unlike his equally-upset brother, Yuuji allowed the current fate, thinking maybe you and Megumi would come back, and his dad wouldn’t seem as sad anymore. There was no way you could leave them so suddenly, not after telling Yuuji how much you loved him, there was no possible way.

The restaurant was too fancy, its romantic atmosphere being far too inappropriate for a family dinner. There were couples seated in the plush chairs, the tables lined with silk cloths, people were dining and enjoying their time. There was not a single child insight. Kento told himself to suck it up, not the healthiest coping mechanism when he felt like his mind was a second away from breaking. If this is what Yuuki desired and made her feel more comfortable, then so be it. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the first time you made dinner for the boys. The twins wouldn’t stop talking about how you cooked better than him. They definitely ate more greens from your cooking than his. At that moment Kento was sure that his children would rather be in the comfort of your apartment, far too many people sat on a sofa which couldn’t fit them but no one would mind since it felt nicer to be in the presence of family, an animated cartoon playing on the tv that would occupy the children’s attention from beginning to end. Nanami wished that he was at your apartment, your gaze lingering on him when you thought he wouldn’t notice, a certain sense of serenity you provided him.

“She's not my mum,” Sukuna grumbled under his breath after the strange woman was introduced to him and his brother, it made the young child shrink further into his seat, trying to attempt to hide himself from the conversation.

Both twins stared at the woman with disbelief. This stranger with nails that resembled talons could not be their mother. Sukuna wouldn’t accept it. No, Y/N was his mum, she would be the only person he would ever acknowledge as a parental figure, not the woman sitting in front of him, who didn’t even spare the young boys a warm smile. Y/N baked him cookies that tasted sweeter than any candy he’s consumed, Y/N kisses his cheek so softly it feels like a feather against his skin, Y/N loves him: Sukuna didn’t know many things at his young age but he did know that Y/N was his mother no matter what. Nothing could change that fact for him, not even the lady sitting across the table who is supposedly his mum.

Not another word is said for a few more minutes, letting an awkward atmosphere develop amongst the group of four. Nanami wasn’t sure if he should say anything more to soften the blow of the sudden news judging from the looks on his children’s faces, Yuuji had never sported such an expressionless face as a boy who wore his heart on his sleeve, his eyes were dull as the younger twin avoided making eye contact with the two adults one the table. On the other hand, Sukuna could feel a plethora of different emotions brewing within him, ranging from a pure red heat simmering in his lower body to a sharp consistent sting ringing in his head, stopping the little boy from thinking clearly.

Yuuki let out an airy yet dark chuckle as she brought her wine glass up to her lips, letting the taste of the red wine sit on her tongue as her eyes avoided looking at the children sitting before her. “Get used to it, kid.” If Yuuki was to be honest, she would express her disinterest in meeting the two pink haired twins. To her, they were a distant memory of her past life that she was trying to run from, an inconvenience that Yuuki put up with to get to her goal of a lavish lifestyle. This dinner, she would get through it in order to secure a stable hand in Nanami’s finances.

“I hate you!” The anger began to flame inside the five year old, alarming his father, who had never experienced this side of his sweet Sukuna. Sure Sukuna came off as grumpy and rude to others but not to his father, “I want Y/N! And Megs!”

The clacking of Kento’s utensils halted at the mention of your name almost as if it snapped him back into the reality he was in. He sighed, eyes closing for a brief moment to recollect himself. Before Kento could remind his son of the setting they are in, that they needed to use their indoor voices, the woman sitting beside him was quick to snap from her own anger.

“Then go to her, see if we care!” Yuuki spits harshly, reacting to the situation as quickly as possible, not taking a moment to realise the defeated hurt look on Sukuna’s face.

“You’re a bitch!” Sukuna nearly screamed at the red haired woman as he could feel himself become aggravated in his seat from Yuuki’s glare like her cold stare was burning him, before taking hold of Yuuji's hand and running off. Yuuji didn’t protest against Sukuna’s sudden actions, he felt like he understood Sukuna’s current feelings were similar to his.

The restaurant became a scene of a nightmare for the twins, a situation where they needed to run away in order to be safe, they needed you. Why weren’t you here? Sukuna thought to himself, he needed you so badly. The oldest twin wanted to do nothing more but to cry endlessly, it all felt a little too much. So the pair of twins clung to one another with tight grips as they ran down a street they couldn’t recognise.

“What is wrong with you?!” Kento seethes under his breath in complete distress at the fact of his children running from the dinner table suddenly. “They’re your children.” He reminds Yuuki aggressively, her blood ran through the veins of the young boys, she couldn’t erase that fact no matter how hard she tried.

Yuuki's face adorned a bored expression as the unraveling scene didn’t faze her in the slightest. A few children crying and throwing a tantrum wouldn’t crack her strong demeanour that she’s worked so hard to perfect. Maybe she should’ve tried to console the two brats so it would throw Nanami off the scent of her true intentions. There was only one option she could pursue thanks to her offspring for causing a scene; put the blame on Nanami. “Then why do they want another woman as their mother?”

The venomous words ring in Nanami’s ear like deafening white noise that drowned out the rest of idle chatter of the people in the restaurant. Suddenly the brown man began to feel like his younger self, a part of himself that he had thought he had forgotten, feelings Nanami desperately tried so hard to ignore. All the years of hurt and betrayal caught up to him again in his adult life, as if it were a cycle he could never escape. To be honest, Nanami had only put up with Yuuki again out of respect for his past friend, he knew that Haibara would have wanted the blond to be cordial with his sister despite all the wrongdoings she had committed against Nanami. They shared children together after all, but to Nanami, the statement made him wary and waved in his confidence. He would never call himself the ‘best father in the world’ but he knew what entails to be the best mother, immediately he envisions you trying your hardest to stay strong in front of Megumi, in front of everyone.

Kento couldn’t bring himself to react further, neutralising his features to an expression he wears in business meetings. People were already peering about the commotion Sukuna caused by yelling a profanity, that Nanami had no idea where Sukuna could’ve learnt it from, across the table, Kento couldn’t afford to lose his temper in such a place with so many eyes. His fists clenched in anger, knuckles turning white as the blunt nails of his fingers dig deep into the skin of his palm.

In that moment, where his children had run away to distance themselves from him all because of a leach, Kento swore to never let Yuuki back into his life, this would be where he finally cuts ties with the woman.

“You left us.” Nanami chose to remind the short haired woman of her past actions, he had done nothing wrong, he was not the problem - she was.

Before storming out of the restaurant to search for his twins, Kento made sure that he would not be paying for the meal, already knowing Yuuki wouldn’t have enough to pay for the overly-expensive meals. There was an inkling feeling looming around in the back of his head, Yuuki was never thinking about her children, just the number in Nanami’s bank account - the thought he was so afraid of, yet so sure wasn’t true. Embarrassment couldn’t begin to describe the dropping of his stomach and deep ache in his chest. You never would have treated Nanami like this, you don’t even treat Toji in this degrading manner despite all he’s done to you. Did Nanami deserve this? Had he committed such an atrocious sin in his past life that he’s making up for it in this current one?

In the street, there were no signs of the two little boys. Not a spot of strawberry blond peeking around as Nanami looked all around the street hoping, praying that the boys hadn’t actually run off and were waiting outside. How stupid he was to have a thought like that. Panic begins to settle within his bones as he realised that his children are missing in a massive city where there are people with ill intentions lurking around every corner.

“Fuck,” Kento curses as the worry begins to plague the thoughts running through his mind. Where should he go look for the twins first? They both left together so they must be together, or had they split up? Were they okay? Were they hungry? He couldn’t think straight no matter how hard he tried to, Nanami couldn’t do this by himself.

Fishing through his jacket pocket for his hands, with shaky hands, his fingers scroll through all his endless contacts hoping to find a certain name. If this had been any other day and a completely different scenario, Nanami would hesitate to call you, his finger would hover over the ‘call’ button on the glass screen. But he had no time to waste as every second that passed was another second that Sukuna and Yuuji weren’t safe with him.

Nervously, Nanami brings the phone up to his ear and waits as patiently as he could with the dial tone rings in his ear. “Y/N?” His voice isn’t steady as he hears the sharp intake of breath you take, “Y/N! I-I don’t know what to do!” The man begins to ramble as he walks down the street the restaurant was on, “I made a mistake..”

“Nanami, are you okay?” You ask gently, there’s a rustling noise coming from your end, Nanami assumed he had caught you as you were working.

“I lost them, angel, I-I don’t know where they went!” Nanami pauses in his steps in the busy street as he feels tears brim in eyes from frustration, “I’m so scared, I lost them.”

“Take a deep breath.” Your voice is steady and calm through the phone but it doesn’t help Nanami for the first time.

The male scoffs at the ridiculousness of your suggestion, “breathing isn’t going to help.” He doesn’t mean to be inconsiderate and rude, truly he doesn’t, especially when it’s the first time he’s heard your voice in weeks.

“Take a breath,” you repeat again more sternly, this time it actually makes the male listen to your words, and takes a deep inhale to fill his lungs completely before emptying them of oxygen again. “I’ll come and help you find them, just- just ask around if anyone has seen them, I’ll be as quick as I can.”

Nanami doesn’t respond but he hears the array of noises coming from your side. It sounded like you were rushing through something, he hoped that he hadn’t caught you in a bad time but at the same time, he needed you with him.

“We’ll find the boys Kento, I promise,” your tone sounds hopeful and for a moment Kento believes you.

Following your advice, Nanami walks back to the restaurant to speak to the waiter who let people in, hoping that maybe the man had seen which direction the children had gone in. He also gave the waiter his business card in case the twins do turn up at the restaurant magically, though Nanami realised that the likelihood of it happening was scarily small. Waiting for you to show up was eating him with anxiety, Kento felt as if he could be utilising this time in searching for the pink haired boys instead of being patient and alone with the vicious thoughts in his head.

“Kento!” The said man turns his head around in the direction his name is being called, from the voice alone he knew that it was you calling out for him.

Standing in the street, Kento stands still as you approach him in a fast manner like you were dying to see him again, part of him hopes you were. Once you were close enough to him, you don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around Kento’s frame despite the man being taller and bigger than you. It catches him off guard for a second, to have you so close to him again, before Kento realises, his body acts on instinct and pulls you closer into him. He missed you so much.

“Are you okay?” You ask him genuinely, hoping that he will say ‘yes’ because you weren’t sure what you would do if he was hurting. It was your first time seeing each other properly, it would pain you to know if he hadn’t been okay over the past few weeks.

“I’m okay now,” Kento was telling the truth, with you in his arms, he truly was fine and no longer scared. You calmed the storm brewing in his thoughts, his heart wasn’t beating dangerously fast from nervousness. The blond man holds you against his chest for another moment longer before letting you go.

He needed to find Yuuji and Sukuna, Kento wouldn’t rest until he could see the dimples of his children’s faces and hold their small, warm hands between his larger ones. The two of you decide to call Satoru and Suguru so there could be more ground covered in the city. Of course, Yuuji and Sukuna are only five so they couldn’t have gone far with their little legs but they could be anywhere in the city. Each person walked around the neighbouring areas of the restaurant in hopes of running into the pink haired twins, asking passerbyers if they had seen the two boys at all during the night. Most people responded with a simple ‘no’ and ‘I hope you find them.’

You continued your search by deciding to go into a convenience store that was a few streets away, hoping to talk to the employee that was working about the current situation and asking if they had seen anything. When you walked into the store the last thing you expected to head was a small but energetic ‘mummy.’ Your head whipped around to the fill area of the store as fast as lightning.

“Yuuji?!” You couldn’t believe your own eyes for a second as the small boy ran over to you as quickly as he could manage. A giggle leaves Yuuji’s mouth when you wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, shielding him from the rest of the world, letting him know he is safe now. “Oh baby!”

Yuuji couldn’t help the sob that racked through his entire body as the whole night of horror had finally caught up with him. Gently, you rubbed a hand across his back, trying to soothe his cries. You wait until Yuuji is just hiccuping before speaking to him.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” You ask whilst inspecting the small child for any signs or indications of injuries. Yuuji shakes his head as you wipe at the tears across his cheeks gently, he then tells you how he came into the store with his brother because they were both hungry. They couldn’t buy anything since neither of them had any money as they didn’t anticipate running out of a restaurant.

“Yuuji, do you know where Sukuna went?” The tone in your voice becomes slightly serious without you being aware, you just couldn’t feel at ease knowing Sukuna was still alone outside.

“D-don’t k-know,” Yuuji manages to speak as his bottom lip still trembles as if he were about to cry again, another wave of tears begin to flood his face at the thought of you being angry with him.

“We’ll find him, okay?” You try your best to reassure the worried boy, your heart hurts so much to know that they were upset. Picking Yuuji up into your arms, the pink haired boy snuggled himself into the crook of your neck as he clung to you like a koala bear.

You begin to call Kento again to let him know you have found Yuuji but to your dismay he doesn’t pick it up. So you call him again, hoping this time he will answer and he doesn’t. This was weird, you thought to yourself, you knew that Nanami had his ringer on so he should be able to hear your calls. Could his phone be dead? No he had told you previously that he still had some charge in it when he suggested to split up. You couldn’t help but worry that something had happened in the time you found Yuuji. You settled for sending him a text as you began to walk back to the restaurant.

Meanwhile, Nanami had been directed to a park that was a short distance away from the destination of the restaurant. A couple had told him that they say a boy walking by himself in that direction so it could possibly be his son. Nanami wasn’t going to miss any chances. The park is quiet with the darkness of the night sky, there were a few people walking around and that heightened Kento’s worries, maybe someone had taken his son.

“Sukuna, Yuuji!” He calls out loudly, not caring if he looked insane from his messy hair where he was running his fingers through the strands from frustration and the red in his eyes.

Nanami walks around the park for a few more minutes, it’s gotten much colder now. He hoped that his boys were okay in their jackets otherwise they could risk catching a cold. Still calling out the names of his children, Nanami notices a climbing apparatus that looks like it was built for children. He knew how much his own kids loved playing in the park so he felt drawn to walk over. Just in case, Kento tells himself as his shoes meet the bark of the ground. He looked around trying to see if his twins were truly here but it seemed like it was a futile attempt.

Kento sighs loudly as he closes his eyes for a moment, “where did you boys go?” He asks aloud as he stands at the bottom of one of the slides in the park.

There’s nothing but sounds of the wind filling Kento’s ears until the sudden noise of squeaking hits him. Kento is still in his shoes as he stares at the mouth of the slide expecting some kind of animal to come out but when he sees that it was Sukuna coming down, the man felt as if his prayers had been answered.

“Daddy! You found me!” Sukuna exclaimed once he reached the end of the slide, jumping off to quickly run over to the blond man, who stood stoically watching with an intense gaze. “I knew you would find me!”

Kento couldn’t find any words to say when he picked his son up into his arms, almost not believing that it truly was Sukuna he was holding. His phone begins to ring but Kento chooses to ignore it for the time being. He had found Sukuna!

“Do you know how worried I was?” Is all Nanami manages to say with his hoarse throat. His hands gripped onto his son tight with the intention of never letting him go again. Maybe he should invest in one of those child-leashes that people use to stop their children from running off. It doesn’t make it any better than Sukuna had a grin plastered on his face, finding a sense of amusement from his dad’s misery.

“Let’s go to Y/N and find Yuuji,” the father chooses to ignore the way Sukuna’s eyes light up at the mention of your name.

As the two began to walk out of the park hand in hand together, Kento remembered his phone ringing, he used his free hand to check the notification. Finally, he feels at ease when he reads your text.

Y/N L/N💙: I’ve got Yuuji, we’re heading back to the restaurant.

With the twins finally safe from any horrid possible scenarios, you could finally relax and allow yourself to calm down from the constant stress you endured for longer than necessary. You thought it would be best for the identical boys to stay with you for the night, just to reassure them of any dark thoughts looming in the back of their minds. In an ideal world, you would have sat all the three boys down with Nanami by your side and explained how families are not restricted to a person’s DNA but to the willingness to nurture them, to love and care for them at all times. Instead, you were left alone once the late hours of the night began to creep in, you’d blame the sudden hectic scare for your lack of exhaustion but it wouldn’t be right. Worrying over the blond father consumed your mind, you considered the possibility that he and Yuuki had gone home together to resolve whatever issues they had occurring between them. Tossing over to the other side of the large bed, you pulled the blanket up to your neck and wound your eyes shut, hoping for sleep to overtake you and bless you with a dream.

It seemed that there were other plans in store for you when the familiar sound of your phone began to ring in the silence, loudly interrupting the thoughts in your mind. You weren’t sure whether or not you should feel thankful for the inconvenience when you read the contact name of the person calling you. Nanami Kento. The world must harbour an infinite amount of hate for you to have the man plaguing your mind and clouding your ability to sleep call you for unknown reasons. Yet you didn’t have the heart to ignore the ringing of your phone, even if there was a possibility that Nanami was calling to deliver news of rekindling with Yuuki.

You accept the call as soon as your eyes become adjusted to the sudden light infiltrating the sense of your sight. “Nanami, are you okay?-“

“Excuse me,” the voice was unfamiliar to your ears, it caught you off guard for a moment, as a worried tension slowly began to manifest within you, “do you think you’d be able to pick up this gentleman?”

The sickening worry grew in your stomach with every passing second as different thoughts, scenarios, and possibilities of Kento’s well-being played out to be eaten up by your insistent gnawing mind. You managed to steady yourself enough to ask a question to the other person on the phone. “Is, is he okay?”

In the background, you could make out some sort of loud commotion occurring as the man on the phone takes a small pause after a sharp inhale of breath. “He’s alone and extremely drunk and we will close soon.”

Relief floods over you, the high tension in your muscles releases. Could you be considered as a bad person for finding alleviation at the fact that Kento was alone and not with Yuuki? If you were eligible for the trait, you simply didn’t care. Not at that moment anyway.

“I’ll come get him.”

There was a wool cardigan resting on the chair by the dressing table that you picked up and slipped on so you could hide yourself from the cold. As quietly as possible, you check on the boys residing in Satoru’s other guest bedroom, they were all sleeping peacefully beside each other as if the bed was their own and they had been here before. No one else was awake, thankfully, so you were able to slip out of the house without raising a single question. You were very surprised with yourself at how you managed to exit the house without alerting anyone of your presence, apart from the men situated around the perimeter who watched you leave silently. The roads were quiet as you intensely listened out for every direction the female voice on your phone would instruct as you traveled to the bar Nanami was in. It was close to the centre of the city but the time of night would have tricked anyone into thinking they were driving through a small quiet town, where everyone was asleep. You had yawned twice on the drive, the darkness signalling your brain to go to sleep but your determination to pick Nanami up safely overpowered it. It was easy to find the bar amongst the street as the said blond man was standing outside with another person holding him up.

The familiar white car pulling up the pavement catches Nanami’s attention instantly, he could spot the white Audi from anywhere, even in his drunken state where he felt like the world was spinning, much faster than usual. He waits a moment to confirm his thoughts, is it really you driving the car or did he drink himself insane and is just imagining a woman who’s a carbon copy of you? Nanami’s eyes focus, to the best of his abilities, on the woman approaching him in a quick rushed manner. It only takes his brain a few seconds to realise that the woman speaking to the young bartender, asking for his help in aiding the drunk man into the car to get him home, was indeed really you. Of course you would come and get him like the damsel in distress he is, you’re so kind and thoughtful, no wonder his kids loved you. It brought about feelings of warmth and comfort in Kento’s chest, making a small smile stretch along his lips as he continued to stare at you, taking in every minute detail he possibly could.

“That’s my girlfriend,” Nanami’s words slur together to bring a form of a sentence that’s understandable to the bartender holding him up, the younger man lets out a small awkward chuckle from the discomfort of being so close to a drunk stranger that he could smell the liquor on Nanami’s breath.

If the small odd comment threw you off, you somehow managed to keep your composure as you asked the bartender if he could help you with seating Nanami in your car. Your willpower and determination wasn’t enough to stop the burning of your cheeks, hoping it would go unnoticed under the streetlight. You held up the blond man from the other side so there was less chance of him falling to the ground and hitting his face against the concrete.

Nanami doesn’t make a fuss as you lean over him to buckle the seatbelt into place, his gaze was burning and obvious, focused on the side of your face he could see. Had your cheek become slimmer all of a sudden or was his memory failing him? Regardless, all his thoughts turn towards you yet again, only amplified by a large factor. You caused Kento to become clueless. All he found himself wanting to do was please you, appreciate you, worship you. And he would if you let him, he'd do anything you asked like an obedient follower with the goal of pleasing an unknowing force.

“You’re so pretty, you know?” Nanami couldn’t hold himself back from speaking so softly you almost missed his breathless words, which caused you to still and meet his gaze. There was no hint of malice behind your eyes, if anything Nanami could see himself in them so clearly he wondered if he was looking into a mirror.

You don’t say anything as you shut the door on his side, before you get into the car you thank the bartender again and then continue to make your way to start your car. The atmosphere remains calm and quiet for the majority of the car ride. You planned to just drop Nanami off at his apartment and then go back to Satoru’s home. Of course, things don’t go according to plan when Nanami decides to perk up in his seat and turn to face you.

“Do you like Choso?” He asks with a tone that suggests he’s sulking.

You were too tired to feed into the playful side that creeps out of Nanami when he becomes intoxicated, a side you had witnessed once and diligently tossed aside in your memories to collect dust. “No I don’t.”

“Right,” the blond man nods his head in a sense of an understanding, his mind was connecting dots that were not there but somehow he had convinced his drunken mind that those dots were in fact there; that you in fact did have feelings towards Kenof, simply because you don’t have feelings for Choso. “Because you like me, right?”

Hearing the truth stumble from the lips of the man you had cried over made you stiffen dangerously still, as if one wrong move he would be able to see right through you, that he was right and you did like him, you liked him so damn much that it hurt so much more.

“We’re nearly home now,” you quietly speak in the otherwise silent car, only the hum of the engine of the car being background noise.

Not another word is spoken as the pair of you make the last few minutes of the journey back home, not when you rush out of your side of the car to get to Nanami’s side and unbuckle his belt and take his warm hand in yours, missing the way his eyes fixated on the contact between you both. He didn’t realise how natural it felt to have your hand in his, it only added to the hazy cloud brewing in his drunken mind. Neither of you talk in the elevator, or when you fish around the breast pocket of the grey suit Nanami wore to find his house key. The blond male stays quiet and close, trailing after your footsteps and never dropping your hand, not even when you’re opening the door and flipping the light switch to illuminate the hallway.

“Do you need any help getting changed?” You ask simply as the pair of you enter Kento’s still bedroom. His dark eyes burned into a spot of the back of your head as he watched you go through his drawers to get a fresh new pair of pajamas to wear.

The answer you’re waiting for never comes as you’re met with silence, you turn around to check on Nanami, thinking the man had suddenly fallen asleep but you’re met with the view of his gaze fixed on you.

You still hold the fresh clothes in your hands, taking small steps to the silent man, trying to decipher the look looming across his features.

“Are you okay?” You ask genuinely in a soft manner.

Nanami blinks up at you with drooping eyes as the tiredness of the day finally catches up to his intoxicated body. He sits at the edge of the bed, just on the verge of falling off and onto the cold floor with a hard smack from the pull of gravity. The darkness consumed his own iris from dilation, hiding the shimmering gold swimming in the brown warmth. There were numerous things he wanted to say but he couldn’t find the ability to voice any of the endless thoughts swirling around his mind. It was as if his body was suddenly betraying him and no longer wanted to function correctly. Why couldn’t he ask you to stay? It’s a question, loaded with a hidden meaning but ultimately simple. His eyes burned with exhaustion whilst peering up to look at you in the dark room, even when your features were covered with shadows he could make each one out from his memory.

“Stay here with me,” Nanami can feel his heart race as he manages to speak in a breathless manner. Another rush of adrenaline is secreted into his blood, preparing his body for the stressful situation he was faced with. “Please,” there’s a rawness to his voice, harsh against his throat from all the liquor he had consumed. “I don’t want you to go just yet.” In desperation, his warm hand found yours, quick to invite himself to your touch. It had been too long since he had felt the skin of your palm against his, a pang hit his chest at the remembrance of how he hurt your feelings. A wave of guilt washes over the man as his intoxicated mind replays incidents from the past few months.

It didn’t take a genius to notice the slump in Kento’s shoulders as if they were holding the weight of the world upon them. He must have been so tired, you thought, if it had been you, enduring such an emotionally taxing day, there would be no way you’d be of sound mind. Kento tried his best, that much you knew and were proud of him for. Without another thought, you nod at the drunk blond male’s request, letting the man hold your waist tighter, dragging you into the space between his legs. It was far too late into the night for your mind to be rational. You were tired as well and you’d have to wake up early in the morning to get back to the boys, who you were certain were waiting for your return.

And, being honest to your heart, you missed Kento.

Nanami held onto you tightly, fingers gripping into the material of your shirt as tightly as possible, afraid that his melancholy mixed with the overconsumption of alcohol had manifested your existence and that when he wakes up you wouldn’t be here with him.

“Let’s go to bed,” you say as you gently stroke the messy blond hair, your other hand managing to snake around the expanse of his shoulders. There was no more space for the pair of you to invade as Kento hid his sorrow filled face into your stomach.

Weeks had passed since the pair of you had shared a close proximity in a bed. Although neither of you felt uncomfortable. It felt normal.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Nanami says in a tone that comes out much quieter than expected, possibly from the dryness itching at the column of his throat. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“Let’s talk tomorrow,” you suggest whilst turning around to face the man on the other side of the bed.

Kento shakes his head against the pillow in retaliation, the effects of the alcohol seemed to still cause the man to act accordingly to his true feelings. For once, being true to himself. “I didn’t want to lose you, I would never.”

With a tired yawn escaping from you, you acknowledge the drunken man’s sincere words and reassure him that you’ll talk in the morning. Drunk Nanami was much different to the sober one, you think you’re beginning to warm to the sides of himself that creep out when he’s drunk. His walls are lowered and he’s loose-lipped, spilling any secrets you could possibly wish to know, now you understand why he didn’t often drink himself to madness. And insanely adorable you note.

“Promise?” Kento mumbled out.

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” you whisper back in a lighthearted tone, trying your absolute best to hold back the giggle threatening to leave you.

“Please don’t die…”

Trying your hardest to fight back a giggle, a smile still makes its way onto your face, spreading to the corner of your lips despite biting down on the flesh. “Go to sleep, Nanami.”

As the pair of you led in the bed, nothing could be heard apart from light breathing, it was quiet. Kento felt energised, no part of him wanted to sleep, instead he wanted to stay awake and imprint every forthcoming moment with you into his mind, to never be forgotten. The bedroom was dark with the curtains drawn shut to not let any light into the room but neither of you complained about it, preferring the expressions you each displayed to be concealed. There was no need for any lamps or light bulbs to be on, as silly as it was, you trusted your intuition to understand Kento’s feelings. He was just trying his best to be a good father to his children, that was something you could never harbour angry feelings towards.

Slowly, your eyes close as sleep takes over your body and inhabits your bodily function, leading you into a still state against the pillow. Nanami felt lucky. There would never be a person as beautiful as you are. Every poem, song, piece of literature about beauty finally made sense to him as he stared at your still sleeping face, a gentleness taking over your features as you led there unaware of the dramatic beating of Nanami’s heart. No one had made him feel this way. So unnerved but prepared, he didn’t want to submit to the sleep calling him. He couldn’t. Not when he was analysing your every feature to be engraved into the forefront of his mind, never to be forgotten. Despite the lack of sobriety, Kento felt a sane mind when his hand reached out slowly to grace along the ample of your cheek, not considering the possibility of waking you from your slumber. He wanted more, to reach out and pull you into his chest, to feel your arms around his frame.

Kento wanted you. He desperately wanted you and all of your attention. Innocently, his heart yearned for you.

He just wanted you.

“Please take me back,” his whisper is loud against the silence but it doesn’t wake you, your still face unchanging as slow painful moments pass.

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