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everyonewooeverywhere · 2 months

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MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ sub-ish!mingi x soft dom-ish!f!reader

synopsis ✭ Mingi really likes your boobs. So much so that he's willing to skip work for them.

content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI, fluff (warnings below the cut)

word count ✭ 1.3k

note ✭ this just came out of me on a whim. like, yeah, i've been thinking about mingi being a boob guy forever, but this one just kind of fell out of me and into a word document in the middle of the night 🙂 anyway have fun boos

also the dom/sub dynamic isn't super prominent, but i thought i'd put it in there

AND nothing was proofread, so if you see a typo...no you didn't. don't tell me about it 😭

warnings ✭ unprotected sex, fingering, breast-play (obviously), pet names (baby-mingi, angel-mc)

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Song Mingi loves boobs. He really does. He loves how soft they are. He loves how well they fit in his hands. He loves absolutely everything about them.

Of course, your boobs are his favorite. And it is no secret to you that he loves your chest. Maybe you picked up a couple hints from the way he oogles at the lowcut tops you wear sometimes. Or maybe its the way he grabs and holds them any chance he gets that gave you an inkling.

The biggest, most obvious tell, though, is how he can never remove his face from them. Ever. When you’re watching a movie on the couch, he’s laying on top of your chest while you play with his hair. When he’s fucking you relentlessly, he keeps his lips attached to your tits, occasionally biting and bruising them.

And even now, as the sun slowly starts to light up your bedroom, his face is burrowed in your chest. Only the thin cotton t-shirt you’re wearing separates his face from your skin. You’re both laying on your sides, facing each other. Your leg tucked securely between his arm and his waist.

As per usual, you wake before him, gazing down as his pretty face pressed against your chest. In the low, orange light of your bedroom, you could see the outlines of his face. The flutter of his eyelashes. The way his lips were parted ever so slightly as he slept so peacefully. His soft snores and the sound of your ceiling fan overhead were the only noises in the room.

You brushed through his hair with your fingers, softly scratching his scalp and kissing the top of his head. You loved to watch him sleep. The softness of his features and his relaxed disposition just made you feel so at home. And being able to coddle him just made everything so worthwhile.

After several uninterrupted minutes of you playing with his hair, Mingi begins to shift around in his sleep. You kiss the top of his head again as he wakes up. He only nuzzles deeper into your chest.

“Mingi, baby, you have to get up soon,” you whisper, bruising his hair back to look at his eyes which are still closed with his brows furrowed in protest.

He shook his head and groaned, “What time is it?”

“It’s already seven. You have to leave soon.”

“Fuck that. I’m not going anywhere.” You’re somewhat aware of his hand creeping up your shirt.

You hummed, “Baby, I know you want to stay in bed, but you told the guys you’d be on time today. And you’ve been late every single day this week.”

He didn’t say anything, instead, he creeped his hand even further up your shirt until he reached your breast. “Mingi.” You warned as he held it in his hand, softly pinching your nipple between his fingers, He finally opened his eyes and looked up at you with his big brown eyes.

“Angel, let me stay with you this morning. It’s okay if I’m a little late. I just wanna stay with you for a little bit.”

“Mingi,” you scolded, failing, though, to keep down the moan that bubbled out of you when he rolled your nipple under his thumb, “You cannot distract me with sex every time you don’t wanna get out of bed.”

“Don’t think of it as distracting you,” he pulled your shirt up even further, and you let him pull in over your head, “I just wanna make my girl feel good.” He took your nipple into his mouth.

Your grip on his hair tightened as you sighed at the feeling of his tongue playing with you as his hand held your other breast between his fingers. He groaned as you pulled his hair.

His other hand teased the waistband of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. Slowly, he pulled the garment down your legs, and you helped him to kick it off. His free hand ventured between your thighs.

“Oh fuck baby,” you groaned as he ran is fingers through your folds.

He pressed two fingers against your hole, “Fuck angel, you’re so warm.” He sighed as he sunk them into you, causing you to tighten your grip on his hair.

He continued to explore your chest with his mouth. Playing with your nipples and biting the skin around them. He lazily played your clit with us thumb as he fucked you fingers into you. God you were so beautiful he couldn’t take it. From your pretty pussy, to your beautiful face. And god your tits. You smelt so good, too, that all he could do was breathe you in.

You felt so relaxed as he played with you. The morning drowsiness wore off only to be replaced by the blissful mess of your pretty boyfriend getting off to making you feel good.

It was beyond obvious that he was enjoying this. Partially from the way he enthusiastically pleasured you. But you could also feel how hard he was getting against your thigh. You teased him a bit by pressing your thigh into his length. He whined.

“Oh baby. Let me help you,” you pulled away from him, much to his dismay. He pouted, “Don’t give me that face baby. I’ll make you feel good I promise.”

You told him to sit against the headboard after stripping him down completely. You took that opportunity to crawl over him, softly holding his length in your hand, pumping it just enough for him to squirm just a bit. Chuckling, you leaned in to kiss him softly, “Can I ride you baby?” You whispered against his lips.

He nodded with begging eyes, “Please, angel.”

You positioned yourself over him, rubbing his length along your folds. He let out a moan as you sunk down onto him, his voice cracking.

His head fell back as you started to bounce up and down on him. As his head spun when he felt you tighten around him as you moved your hand down to play with your clit. It was only a couple seconds, though, before his face was back in your chest. Kissing and biting your breasts as you fucked yourself put on his cock.

He relentlessly moaned into your chests, and you could he was getting close. His little cries were the biggest indication of how close he was. And he couldn’t help it. The combination of being buried deep in your pretty cunt and having your tits all in his face was a fucking wet dream (one he had had many times before).

“You close, baby?” You asked pulling his face out of your chest by his hair to look him in the eyes. He nodded with his jaw dropped open. “Yeah?”

“Please, angel, let me cum,” His voice was weak as he felt himself get lost, “Please I’ve been so good.”

“You wanna fill me up?” You asked, speeding up your pace. He frantically nodded, eyes rolling back in his head, “Ok baby, you can cum.” You let him finish, filling you up completely. You followed soon after with your own orgasm that made your legs weak as it washed over you.

When you pulled off of him, he was quick to return his hand to your cum filled pussy. He grabbed some of it on his fingers to smear it all over your chest, “You’re so pretty, angel.” He leaned back in to lick the cum off your tits. You giggled softly as his neediness.

“Thank you baby. How about we go hop in the shower? You have to get to work soon.”

He nodded and made his way to the shower. Surprised to absolutely no one, though, Mingi did not go to work that day.

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katelynnwrites · 3 months

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Teeny Tiny But Oh So Protective | Sydney Lohmann x Child!Reader

warnings: brief mentions of injury

word count: 2140

summary: you've never had a habit of biting but you are protective enough of your Tante Syd that it draws a first from you

a/n: requested and part of Sydney's Little Liebe

To your Momma’s thankfulness, you’ve never really had a biting phase.

Sure you have bitten her a couple times while nursing, when your teeth had first started growing in but it had never been intentional.

In fact, you’ve never bitten anyone on purpose until Obi.

It seems that your protectiveness over your Tante Syd would be enough to draw a first from you.

******

As is your routine on game days, you settle yourself on the bench, dressed in Tante’s home jersey and your special gameday hair ribbons.

You take turns wearing your Momma’s jersey and Tante Syd’s jerseys. Sometimes you wear your other Tantes’ jerseys, when you can be bribed by them to do so but today is Tante’s turn.

Tante Lea is being rested today so you curl happily into her side.

It’s cold so you burrow yourself there, seeking warmth.

Tante Lea laughs, finding a blanket and covering you with it.

The blanket is big and you giggle, amusing yourself by ducking under it and playing a game of peek a boo with Tante Tuva and Tante Lea.

By the time the novelty of it has worn off and you let the blanket be wrapped around you properly, it is almost halftime.

You like halftimes because you get a special sippy cup of juice and someone is always willing to pick you up and let you sit in their lap

Before you were three fingers old, you used to get a special sippy cup of milk.

Now milk is only for bedtime.

Tante Klara has you in her lap today and you happily drink from your special sippy cup as Coach talks.

He talks a lot but you’re content to remain in Tante Klara’s lap. She helps you to hold your sippy cup steady and you keep drinking until it’s empty.

Then you slide onto the floor and play with the laces on her boots until it is time to go back out.

Right before that though, Tante Captain Glo scoops you up onto her hip.

‘Any words of advice?’

You think hard for a minute.

‘Don’t lose. It’s not good to not win against the green team.’ You say with finality.

There’s a lot of laughter and Tante Syd takes you from Tante Captain Glo.

You cling eagerly and tightly to her like a koala.

She is a bit sticky but you don’t care. She’s your favourite Tante and you like hugging her.

Momma kisses your forehead and you giggle.

‘Wise words Little Liebe. We’ll do our best not to lose to Wolfsburg.’

Leaning close to your Tante Syd, you kiss her cheek.

Then you do the same for your Momma.

‘Good luck kisses.’ You cheer and they both giggle.

Tante Syd sets you down on the ground and Momma takes one of your hands in hers.

Your Tante Syd takes your other hand in hers and you walk back out, in between the two most important people in your life.

They entrust you to Tante Tuva and you sit back down at the bench with her.

The game goes on and you excitedly watch your Tantes play.

Some of your other Tantes are wearing green and playing against your Momma and Tante Syd.

You think you like it better when they are all playing together for your Germany instead.

But Momma promises you that you can get ice cream with all your Tantes after the game and you like that too.

You don’t always get ice cream after games, only the ‘big’ ones as Momma puts them.

How games can be big or small when they’re all played on the same green grass is something you do not understand.

But winning big games means ice cream and that is always good.

So you really hope Momma wins today.

Standing up on your seat so you can see better, you watch eagerly as your Tantes play.

The higher vantage point also gives you a perfect view of Tante Obi tackling your Tante Syd and making her fall. She tumbles to the ground and rolls a couple times before stopping.

You can hear your Tante Syd cry out and you scream.

It’s lucky that Tante Tuva has her arms tightly around your waist because you would have run onto the pitch otherwise.

Tante Syd doesn’t get up and you push at Tante Tuva’s arms.

‘Let go! Let go!’ You insist, voice growing louder with every word.

Tante Sam comes over, her arms wrapping around your waist too and you tremble.

‘Let go! I have to go! Have to see my Tante Syd!’

‘I’m sorry but you can’t do that now okay? I know you’re worried but I promise you the medical staff are taking very good care of Tante Syd.’ Tante Sam reassures.

You tiptoe to see if she’s right but you can’t see over the heads of everyone surrounding your favourite Tante.

What you do know is that she’s still on the ground and that means she isn’t okay.

Your bottom lip starts to wobble, Tante Sam lifting you onto her hip the second she notices.

‘Hey she will be alright. See? Your Momma is with her now…’

Tante Sam is right about the second part. There’s a gap among the medical staff and you can see her holding Tante Syd’s hand.

Momma once told you that Tante Syd needs to be extra careful because she’s unlucky with injuries.

You don’t like that Tante Obi is making it worse by not helping Tante Syd be careful.

Sniffling, you grip onto Tante Sam tightly.

Tante Sam’s heart goes out to you and she holds you close. Your tiny body is shaking with fear and uncertainty and she just wants to make you feel better.

You feel this icky emotion bubble up when Tante Obi gets up and walks away, completely fine by the looks of it.

You hate it. It is unfair that she does not have an ouchie while your Tante Syd does. Tante Obi was the one who made your Tante fall down so why is she not hurt too?

Still shaking slightly in Tante Sam’s embrace, you watch as Tante Syd slowly gets up, your Momma on one side and Tante Klara on her other.

They help her get to the white lines that Momma said are called sidelines.

There, the medical staff take over and she walks funny to the bench.

Tante Georgia goes on in her place.

As soon as she sits down with a wince, Tante Sam lets you go and you run over to her.

‘Hi Little Liebe.’ She breathes.

‘Tante.’ You cry.

You want to hug her but you don’t want to hurt her even more.

Salty tears stream down your face as you panic at the sight of the ice pack someone hands your Tante, for her knee.

‘Hey it’s okay. Come here Little Liebe. It’s okay.’ She coaxes.

Gingerly, you approach her and climb up onto the empty seat beside her.

‘I’m okay. It’s just a bit of an ouchie.’

You stare at her unconvinced and she holds out her arms.

‘Really Little Liebe. Though I know that your hugs will make me feel better.’ She promises.

You gently hug her and when she doesn’t look to be in any more pain, hug her as tightly as you can.

As you bury your face in your Tante Syd’s chest, Tante Sam quietly tells her, ‘She was terrified when you went down.’

From the way you refuse to let go of your Tante Syd, she knows that Tante Sam isn’t exaggerating.

‘It’s just an ouchie. A couple ice packs and some rest will fix it. I’m okay Little Liebe.’ She whispers, to calm you down.

You whimper into her jersey and she strokes the back of your head lightly.

‘Promise?’

‘I promise.’

Your Tante holds out her pinky and you draw your head out of her jersey, completing the pinky swear by shaking your pinky with hers.

Then you stick to her side for the rest of the game.

You don’t even watch the game, simply focusing on how the medical staff checks on Tante Syd.

They let you help them tape the ice pack to her knee.

Tante holds your hand after that, knowing that your emotions are still settling down and you need reassurance.

If she is entirely honest though, your hand in hers is also helping her deal with her bruised knee.

She knows she will have to get an MRI scan and anxiously hopes it will just be precautionary.

So as to not risk pushing her injury even further, she remains seated on the bench when the full time whistle blows.

‘Hey meine Little Liebe, Tante’s got to stay here because of her knee but you can go to your Momma if you want.’

‘No. I stay with you.’

You’re adamant, clinging to her tightly so your Tante knows that the chances of you taking her suggestion are practically zero.

She’s happy to sit there with you anyway.

For the most part, you’re content to stay curled into her side. That is, until Tante Obi appears.

Then you stiffen abruptly.

Your Tante Syd has noticed but Tante Obi hasn’t.

She keeps coming closer and faster than Tante Syd can move, you’re jumping off the bench and towards Tante Obi.

You have always gotten along with Tante Obi but it’s clear that you do not now because you sink your teeth into her hand.

It is only for a moment and Tante Obi yelps, more in surprise than pain.

She cradles her hand to her chest and Tante Syd catches you when you run back to her, her eyes wide with disbelief.

‘Little Liebe! We don’t bite!’

Your Momma has always said you get your stubborn streak from Tante Syd but your favourite Tante has never really seen it till now.

There’s this look she can’t quite place on your face and you stay in her hold.

‘I bite!’ You insist.

‘No. Biting is not nice. We don’t bite our friends.’ Tante Syd firmly tells you.

You shoot Tante Obi an angry look, ‘Not my friend, I bite!’

She hovers and your Tante Syd realises she’s not going to get anywhere with you like this.

She has never seen this side of you and while she has not been dating your Momma long, knows that she has to try setting boundaries with you if she plans on being in your life permanently.

‘Little Liebe, can you tell me why you’re saying Tante Obi is not your friend?’

‘Because she hurt you. She gave you an ouchie!’

You begin to sob, thinking about your Tante Syd on the ground again.

‘Go away Tante Obi!’ You demand fiercely, trying your best to protect Tante Syd from her.

You love your Tante Syd and you need to keep her safe, away from Tante Obi who might hurt her again.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your Tante Syd. It was an accident.’ Tante Obi tries.

She bends down to your level but you glare at her and flinch back towards Tante Syd.

Tante Syd carefully explains, ‘Little Liebe, sometimes in football, we can get hurt. It’s never on purpose.’

‘Not on purpose?’

Tante Obi moves close and softly elaborates, ‘An accident. I would never hurt Tante Syd intentionally. She’s my friend.’

You glance back at your favourite Tante. Tante Obi looks so sincere and sounds so honest that you believe her but you want to see what Tante Syd thinks.

She nods at you encouragingly and you somewhat reluctantly say, ‘Okay. We can be friends again…but only if you say sorry to Tante Syd! Her knee hurts.’

Tante Obi looks back up at your Tante Syd, doing as you ask, ‘I’m so sorry Sydney. I didn’t mean to hurt you.’

‘No worries. I know that it was an accident.’

She emphasises the last word for your benefit and it works, getting you to finally calm down properly.

‘Little Liebe, now that Tante Obi has apologised to me for giving me an ouchie, you need to apologise to her for giving her an ouchie. We don’t bite to show our feelings, we talk about them with big girl words.’

You frown but do it.

‘I’m sorry Tante Obi. I won’t bite you again…if you won’t hurt my Tante Syd again.’

Tante Obi giggles a little, ‘I won’t. Then we can remain friends.’

Your frown changes into a smile, ‘Okay. I like being friends with you.’

Tante Obi smiles with you, ‘I like being friends with you too.’

******

Later Obi will warn everyone else, to never tackle Sydney without risking your wrath. She’ll show the tiny bite mark on her finger as proof, even as her fellow players laugh.

Your protectiveness over your favourite Tante is well known after that.

German Translations:

tante - aunty

meine Little Liebe - my Little Love

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onakomiyaki · 2 days

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HEY, THAT WAS NOT A BAD IDEA! | op81 x reader

summary : you and oscar trying to sneak up to daniel's farm after he invited both of you to his house in perth. and something happen when you least expected.

pairing : reader x oscar piastri

a/n : this is originally mick schumacher x reader fanfic, but i figure oscar made more sense since he is from australia so yeah :D. also, my first oscar fic i ever made!

"Y/N this is a bad idea! C'mon lets go back before someone find us." Oscar said while hoisting your feet as you climb over the fence with a grunt.

"Hold up–we'll be fine! I'll open the gate once I jump over this stupid gate."

"Y/N it is locked from the inside for a reason!"

"Boo, you such a chicken." you said as you finally sat on top of the gate.

You jumped down with a small yelp, thankfully still in once piece before walking towards the gate door. Oscar watch in silence as he scan the parameter, afraid that someone will find you here.

You open the gate with ease, thankful that the gate is not locked by lock. Oscar carefully follow you, not forgetting to lock the door back.

"I know we should've steal Daniel's dirtbike as well." you said, determined to explore the area.

"We definitely should NOT do this or that." Oscar said, walking ahead of you before turning his body to face you.

"Why not?"

"Because–Y/N, because we are a guest. Guest should just stay put." Oscar said, stopping you by holding both of your shoulder. He tried to be the voice of reason.

You rolled your eyes at the Oscar, patting his chest before walk pass him. He let out a exaggerated sigh then harshly wipe his face before turning his body as he follow you.

You let out your phone as you took few pictures of Daniel's massive farm, smiling as you trail the path happily. While Oscar turn into grumpy father, following you and watching over you so that you didn't do anything more reckless than this.

"Daniel will notice us missing from his house by now" he said, taking his phone out as well.

"Ah, he won't. You see how busy that man is with his new wine development and his new merch release." you answer, dismissing the Aussie.

Well what you said its true, the older man is quite busy even in his break. While he had invited you both to his house for a dinner, he apologize for leaving you both behind to finish his meeting with his team.

"You guys can look around the house!" He said.

And you being a good friend, went and did that. Well, technically you and Oscar are looking around his farm which is also part of his house, right?

"Y/N the sun is almost down, we really should get back now." Oscar look at his phone with concern while you happily skip away.

"C'mon what could possibly went wrong– AHHH!"

You let out a scream as you fall ungracefully to the ground. Oscar had call your name before running to you, immediately kneeling beside you.

"Y/N are you okay?" he said as he sat you down.

You wince as you sat down, one of your leg is clearly trapped in a small hole. And when Oscar help you out by pulling your leg, you scream in agony making the poor boy drop your leg immediately.

"I think I sprained my ankle." You said, tears starting to collect in your eyes.

Oscar calmly stand up and search around for something to help elevate your leg. He found a small log and he prop your hurting ankle on top of it carefully.

You let out a sigh as you put both of your hands on your side to support your body, silently watching as Oscar untying your shoes.

"See, I knew this would happen." Oscar grumbled as he manage to take off your shoes. You let out a laugh.

"I didn't see the small burrow. I feel bad for whatever animal made that burrow, I just destroy their house." you pout.

Oscar finally look up to your face, mouth open in disbelief. He then shake his head as he sat beside you.

"You're hurt and you still care about animals. I really want to know what's going on inside your little head." Oscar said.

"I can't help it! I just love animals, okay? Blame Steve Irwin for that, I grew up watching him. Rest in peace king." you answer as you send the sky a kiss and a peace sign.

Oscar let out a scoff as he lay down on his back, using both his arms as a pillow. He close his eyes, facing the sky. He hear a rustling, before feeling your arm touch his elbow. Oscar cracked an eye to watch you mirroring him.

"Now what?" He asked, voice dejected.

"We call Daniel." You simply answer as if its not a big deal.

"You call him then!" He nudge your elbow with his.

"Fine..." you said as you let out your phone from your pocket.

Oscar once again close his eyes, enjoying the breeze while you fumble with your phone. But the peace doesn't last long. He heard you tapping your phone aggressively before let out trains of cursed words in Italian.

"How is it?" Oscar asked.

"Stupid phone got no signal. Try yours." you grumble as you put the phone down.

Oscar sigh as he fished out his phone from his pocket. He quickly type Daniel on his contact and press the green button. After a few minutes the call didn't even connect and he just shake his head.

"Oh okay, we're just gonna die in here then." you said.

"Told ya' it was a bad idea." Oscar said.

"Okay, shut up Osc."

The sky slowly turn into an orange hue, and you start to get restless. You picked up some grass beneath you and play with it. Oscar had just left, looking for some help while you wait patiently.

You look around the farm, trying to find some animal to keep you entertain. But there are not even a single animal on sight, adding more disappointment in your short-lived adventure.

"Okay there's only bad news." Oscar said as he run towards you and you sigh again.

"Oh c'mon! What is it?"

"We are actually far from the track."

"What?"

"Okay, we are lost. I can't find the path back to the gate."

And you almost faint at that information. You ruffle your own hair in frustration as you let out a silent scream, this day could be worse. Oscar sat beside you once again, this time clicking his tongue. He knew Daniel own a big-ass farm but he didn't expect Daniel's farm to be this big.

"This place is basically a sanctuary." he said.

"Yeah, now I regret not listening to you."

"See Y/N, you should listen to me. I am the good angel on your shoulder." Oscar said with proud tone.

"Oh shut up Piastri." you response, looking away from him.

And then there is a silence between the two of you as you both watching the sun slowly disappear behind the horizon. Despite of the mess, this is actually nice place to watch the sunset. Hey, maybe this adventure was not bad after all.

Oscar clear his throat, making you turn your gaze to him. You raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him with confused expression.

"What's up Osc?" you asked.

"Since we're certainly will die here, I would just say this. Brace yourself okay?" he answer with serious expression.

"Okay...?"

He nervously inhaling a deep breath before softly letting the air out from his mouth. Then he stare directly at your eyes and you smile at him.

"Go on." you encourage him.

"Okay. Y/N, I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time. Ever since Daniel introduce you to me back in January 2023, when I lay my eyes on you."

"Alright." you smile at him, head titled.

"I–I like you. Like a lot. And although you drive me crazy sometimes, I still like you. Yes, you are the most stupid and reckless girl I ever met but somehow that makes me like you even more." he confess, and you wait for him to finish.

"I like the way you always ramble about how you want to be an adventurer or how cute baby meerkats are. And what I like the most about you is how stupidly brave you are."

"I like the way your eyes lit up every time you saw a wild cat and the way you stop everything you do just to give them a pat. That is adorable, I can't lie."

"Point is, I like you a lot. And you don't have to like me back, that's okay. But I feel like I have to tell this okay because I can't–"

Before he continue his rambling, you lean forward and kiss him. His eyes widened in surprise as his brain short-circuited, but after that he closed his eyes and kiss you back. He cupped your face as he deepen the kiss, tilting you head and sitting closer to you.

After a minute or so, you break the kiss staring at him silently. You can see how his cheeks turn pink under the orangey sky, and you shot him a smile.

"Took you long enough." you whisper.

"Sorry that it took us stranded in Daniel's big-ass farm to say that to you." he chuckled, and you followed.

"KIDDOS ARE YOU THERE?!" both you and Oscar perks up at the familiar voice.

He immediately stand up and shouted back. "OVER HERE DANIEL!"

Daniel and one of his friend let out a relief breath as he saw you and Oscar still in one piece. He run towards you with frown.

"Guys I told you to look around the house, not the farm!" He sternly said, standing with both hands on his hips.

"Blame her, I tried to stop her." Oscar said.

"Hey! I thought you won't snitch on me!" you protest.

"I already snitch on you after you climbed the gate. I texted Daniel but I guess he just read my message just now." He simply said and you let out a gasp.

"Traitor."

Daniel kneel down in front of you, examining your ankle. He touch your ankle slowly and you let out a sharp hiss.

"Well, I hope you learn your lesson Y/N. And also your ankle is twisted but its not that bad, we can compress it with ice pack and put some ointment to subdue the pain," Daniel said as he rose. "Now lets get you outta here. Oscar you carry her, I'm gonna help and prepare some ice for her."

"What? Why me?" Oscar whine.

"Because you are my boyfriend now, Osc. So suck it up and carry me." you said, smirking at him.

Oscar let out a groan but then carry your body bridal style. You let out a yelp as you hold onto him.

"Oscar I mean piggy back! Not this!" you said, face turning red.

"Nah this is easier, beside you are not heavy at all. So stop complaining and just sit still." he deadpanned.

Daniel grab your left shoe as he follows you and Oscar behind as his friend lead them out of the farm. He watch at how you and Oscar basically bite each other ears, but still manage to look fall in love with each other. He shake his head at the young lovers and smile.

"These kids I swear."

-fin

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heavyhitterheaux · 8 months

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Adore You

10,000 Hours Instagram Au (Joe Burrow)

Requested by: a beautiful anon 💕

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joeyb_9: They say if it's meant to be, it will be ❤️

taylorrooks: give me my credit where credit is due because if it wasn't for me neither of you would have said anything to each other all night since you thought it would be awkward! lahjay10_: oh lord here she go fashionbynatalie: lahjay10_ but is she lying though? we were tired of them giving each other pitiful looks so bestie taylor had to do what she needed to do itsy/n: I swear that I can't take either of you anywhere. just say we cute and go! taylorrooks: oh, yall are cute. very cute indeed.... all thanks to me. 🥰 lahjay10_: not joe gripping her hand for dear life, my mans is in LOVE joeyb_9: lahjay10_ and what about it? second chances don't always come around and I had a chance so I took it itsy/n: do yall insist on picking on us every time we post a pic? taylorrooks: YES fashionbynatalie: YES lahjay10_: YES sam_hubbard_: YES itsy/n: sam_hubbard_ now where did your ass come from?!

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joeyb_9: how is a human actually this gorgeous? And she's all mine? itsy/n 😜😍

taylorrooks: go best friend, that's my best friend 😍 itsy/n: omg stoppppppp 🙈🙈🙈🙈 fashionbynatalie: still don't understand how you let her go in the first place? itsy/n: natalie! fashionbynatalie: just calling it like I see it! joeyb_9: natalie, I don't know either lahjay10: walk walk, fashion baby! joeyb_: turning heads and breaking necks! alanarodriguez: now only if she could cook as good as she dresses itsy/n: alanarodriguez imma kick your ass joeyb_9: alanarodriguez she's gotten better, but I still get fed either way 🤷‍♂️ taylorrooks: OH alanarodriguez: 😐 fashionbynatalie: Now Joseph........ joeyb_9: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

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itsy/n: who gave him permission to look this cute? Lazy day with my bubs are the best days 💕

y/nandjoedaily: y/n is me because, who gave him the right? lahjay10_ not joeyb_9 cheating on me itsy/n: Now Mr. Chase, act accordingly. You have an interview with me this week lahjay10_: I'll get taylorrooks to do it taylorrooks: I'm doing what now? alanarodriguez: the two of you were supposed to be at my house an HOUR ago joeyb_9: alanarodriguez oh. that was today? and lahjay10_ don't come up in here acting like that alanarodriguez: do the two of you ever come up for air and realize that there are other people in the world? itsy/n: joey, did you hear something? joeyb_9: nope alanarodriguez: Joseph, now you know your girl can't cook and I offered to feed the both of you and this is how you want to act? joeyb_9: be there in 20. itsy/n: trust that big sisters will always throw you under the bus smh and I can cook! fashionbynatalie: itsy/n the burnt toast pic that joe sent me earlier tells me otherwise itsy/n: JOSEPHHHHHHH joeyb_9: natalie made me do it

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itsy/n: sitting pretty on the sidelines ready to cheer on my boo joeyb_9 😘

lahjay10_: shouldn't your ass be working?! itsy/n: lahjay10 and shouldn't your ass be warming up? WHY ARE YOU ON INSTAGRAM? joeyb_9: yeah, let me get this win so we can celebrate. Just me and you. I got the best good luck charm out there 😍 y/nandjoeupdates: because I was about to say them shorts are NOT work appropriate alanarodriguez: yall just announced that yall are back together and have fan accounts already? itsy/n: alanarodriguez the people adore me unlike my big sister who constantly critiques my cooking skills alanarodriguez: y/n, I don't care if you eat your cooking. I'm concerned for joe and your future children. joeburrowupdates: CHILDREN? itsy/n: now look at what you started smh, I'm going to get mozzarella sticks and watch my man joeyb_9: alanarodriguez, I typically just inhale it. when you do that you really don't have a chance to taste anything itsy/n: joeyb_9 celebrate by yourself joeyb_9: 😭😭😭

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itsy/n: still mesmerized every time I watch you play and I am so incredibly proud of you. I knew you were destined for greatness from day one. Love you bubs 💖

lahjay10_: damn idk who is more of a simp, you or joe itsy/n: JA'MARR GO AWAY smh joeyb_9: his ass is always somewhere hating but, thank you baby girl this means more to me than you know and I'm happy to have you by my side again taylorrooks: yall know he is never letting this go because apparently joe cheated on him with y/n even though he knew y/n longer but that's just my two cents lahjay10_: taylorrooks I want my special interview to be able to tell my story. the people will side with me. joeyb_9: 🙄🙄🙄 lahjay10_: you won't be rolling your eyes when I sue you for emotional distress itsy/n: bye Ja'Marr. exit stage left smh lahjay10_: itsy/n joeyb_9 this isn't over fashionbynatalie: joeyb_9 itsy/n wants you to grow the beard back, but you didn't hear it from me itsy/n: fashionbynatalie I.... seriously? fashionbynatalie: closed mouths do not get fed! y/nandjoeupdates: awww high school sweethearts are back together again. excuse me while I go and wedding plan.

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cheolism · 1 year

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➳ boo seungkwan x f!reader

➳ summary: your boyfriend calls while you're fantasizing about his fingers and voice

➳ wc is approx 2.3k

➳ tags: established relationship, phone sex, guided masturbation, mutual masturbation. dirty talk, soft seungkwan, soft!dom seungkwan. seungkwan says take your vitamins!! my adoration for his soft voice and hands.

➳ warnings: reader has female anatomy, two uses of good girl. other petnames: kitten, angel, princess, baby. tears from desperation, frustration.

➳ inspired by @playmetheclassics and the svt carat call

Five minutes left until your scheduled call with Seungkwan, and you were absolutely screwed.

Your hand was pressed against your cunt, fingers molding to its shape. You weren't doing anything other than grinding gently into your hand, soft little rocks that had your mouth parting and eyes fluttering. Your fingers snagged against the fabric of your sweatpants, the fabric seemingly doing nothing to obscure the outline of your pussy, nothing to keep you bared from the gentle pleasure of your fingers.

The picture on your phone, discarded on the bed beside you, began to dim. You hurriedly tapped it back awake and, once again, were met with the selfie your boyfriend had sent.

It was perfectly innocent. Seungkwan, smiling widely into the camera, cheeks rising like bread and eyes sparkling. His free hand raised, throwing a peace sign into the camera, his long, slender fingers spread in a perfect, unintentional imitation of how he would hold open your cunt when he was ready to feast on your pussy.

His fingers -- you gasped a little, your middle finger pressing down into your hole and just grazing it. Seungkwan's fingers were the most beautiful you had ever seen and were, more often than not, the object of your desire. Watching him peel open ramen packets, tie the laces of his shoes, how nimble his fingers moved and weaved, mind inevitably turning perverted with thoughts of how reverently, deliciously, his fingers moved in your cunt.

You whined, pitching forward and burrowing your face into the sheets. His fingers were so much longer than your own, could reach deep within and bring you to tears in just a matter of minutes.

Meanwhile you felt like crying out of frustration from your own fingers seemingly not being enough.

vrrrrrrrrrrrrt. vrrrrrrrrrrrrt.

The second vibration had you springing up in your bed, thighs inadvertently squeezing your hand further into your cunt. You yanked your hand out, scrambling for the phone.

"Kwannie!" You gasped out, squirming on your bed to get in a comfortable position. You snapped your legs shut in a false pretense of modesty, though all this did was trap the warmth of your cunt, pressing down on it and applying pressure to your clit. But then when you opened your legs for relief the air of the room rushed in, cooling your cunt and causing it to clench.

"Angel!" Seungkwan called back. You could hear the smile in his voice, could imagine how his cheeks were raising, eyes twinkling, how his entire being would be glowing. "I miss you so much, sweetheart."

You sighed, eyes fluttering shut. "I missed you, darling. Miss you."

"Did you get the picture of the cat I sent you?" There was a rustling noise on his end, the sound of sheets and blankets wrinkling. "It was right outside the hotel, I swear! I nearly picked it up and brought it inside. It was so cute and sweet, Angel!"

Seungkwan carried on talking about the cat, describing its tabby orange coat, the amber of its eyes. His voice was soft and sweet, reminding you of gentle smiles and hearts filled with love and adoration, his voice sounding like what kitten paws feel like, like clouds and kitten paws and sweetness personified.

He paused, catching his breath in a soft little pant. The hitch in his breath was minuscule, seemingly irrelevant; immediately your gut was reacting, twisting, your mind automatically filling in the blanks.

Seungkwan, panting; the press of his hands on your thighs as he lifted them, fingers digging into your flesh. His breath, warm against your face as he whined at the feel of your cunt clenching around him desperately. Seungkwan's cock slowly driving into you, dragging against your walls, your cunt rapidly clenching and relaxing in an attempt to accommodate the intrusion.

Fuck.

You put the phone on speaker, resting it on the bed next to you. Then you were tugging your sweats down and over your ass. You stuffed your hand underneath your underwear, the cold of your fingers piercing through the warmth of your cunt and dragging a soft little whimper from your lips.

Seungkwan paused. "Angel? Are you okay?"

"Y -- yeah!" You cleared your throat. "Just uh. Got a little frog stuck in my throat."

"Sweetheart," he began, and you could detect the nagging tone in his voice. It did nothing to stop your fingers from slipping to line with your cunt, your middle pressing down and rubbing tauntingly against your hole. "If you need to grab some cold medicine, go on ahead. I know there's some beneath the bathroom sink. There should be the cherry flavored cough candies you like, I remember grabbing some before we left."

Seungkwan carried on, talking about all the different cold medicines beneath your sink, concerned about your nonexistent ailment. Meanwhile your thumb, not yet warmed from your cunt and still cold from the air of the bedroom, brushed against your clit. The difference in temperature had you jolting, and immediately you were rocking up into your hand.

You dipped two of your fingers into your hole. Not enough to do anything other than massage it, but still you were rocking your hips up into your hand, thumb brushing against your clit. It was a gentle sort of pressure, one that crept up on you and had you exhaling in soft little puffs of air.

"Fuck --" Seungkwan broke off from his tangent about vitamins. You could picture his frown in your mind. "I've got a hangnail."

A hangnail.

On his finger.

Immediately your mind was spinning fantasies. Seungkwan's fingers, his fingers pressed against your cunt instead of yours. His long thumb rocking against your clit in time with his fingers inside of your cunt. His soft, sweet melodic voice coaxing you into an orgasm.

"Seungkwan!" You gasped, the thought of his fingers in your cunt causing your hips to rock up further, your own fingers dipping in further. "Fuck --"

The line went silent on his end. Realization seeped through you, how his name had left your lips wantonly.

"Wait -- Seungkwan --"

"Oh," he breathed against the phone, voice curling in delight. "Is that what my kitten has been doing?"

Your hand quickened against your cunt. No longer were you gently trying to bring an orgasm, trying to bring it like the ocean lapping at the beach on a bright day. Now your fingers were rapidly plunging into your pussy, thumb harsh against your clit, more like the ocean waves crashing against a cliff side during a storm.

"Are you fucking yourself, angel?" Seungkwan's voice was farther away from the phone as he, presumably, worked his pants down enough to stick his hand inside. "Has my dirty little angel been using her fingers this whole time? Being a perverted little kitten?"

"Kwannie," you gasped, eyes squeezing shut. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Kwannie. Just want -- saw your fingers in the picture --"

Seungkwan chuckled. His voice was deepening quick, gaining that rasp that he acquired when desire settled deep within his gut. "What? Are you telling me an innocent picture like that had you so desperate for me?"

"Your fingers, Kwannie," you breathed, biting down on your lip. You were working your hand furiously in your cunt, but no matter how you tried to bring out your orgasm, something was missing. Something was missing, and you knew it was a man who was halfway across the world.

"Just my fingers are enough to get you to stick your hand in your cunt like this." Seungkwan laughed again, but it wasn't like his loud, cute boyish giggle that constantly had you laughing alongside him. It was dark and stern, the sort of laugh that went straight to your cunt and had wetness gushing from it.

"Yes." You tossed your head back against the pillows. "Your fingers, your voice. Kwannie, your fucking voice."

He swore softly on the other end. "Fuck, kitten. You like me that much, do you? My fingers, my voice? Like me talking to you?"

"Yes."

"Can't believe I was sitting here talking about cough medicine while you had your fingers knuckle deep in your pussy," he sighed. A little groan escaped his lips and had you imagining his hand in his pants, wrapped around his dick, thumb pressing into the slit. "Tell me, sweetheart. Talk to me about it."

"I hate it," you sobbed, hips driving up and into your hand relentlessly. "I want you, Seungkwan. Want you here, want your fingers, want your mouth and cock, want your dick and fingers in my cunt, want it so badly."

Seungkwan whined in response, his stoic demeanor slipping. No matter how hard he would always try, as soon as you started rambling and crying he was on his knees, ready to give you the world. "Are your fingers too short, kitten? Can't reach into your cunt like mine can?"

"Want you," you cried. The pressure in your cunt combined with pure, unbridled emotion had tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. You wanted Seungkwan. You wanted him at your side as the two of you ate cereal in the mornings, wanted to hear him nagging you to take your vitamins, his fingers dividing them up. You wanted his dick in your cunt, wanted to feel his wicked fingers press into you.

You missed Seungkwan, you missed him so fucking much.

"Fuck, fuck," he hissed into the phone. You could picture it, his eyes pressed shut, eyelashes fluttering against the rise of his cheeks. His mouth in a pout, his lips glistening from the juices of your cunt, your saliva. "Wish it's my fingers in your pussy, angel? Wish it's my fingers sinking into you, wish it's my fingers knuckle-deep?"

You couldn't help but nod into the phone. You couldn't do anything other than whine, your thumb bearing down on your clit meanly. You wanted Seungkwan; wanted to orgasm; wanted his body next to yours, wanted his thighs wrapped around your head as you take his cock in your mouth.

"Gotta picture it's my fingers," he ordered, voice soft but no less stern. "It's my long fingers in your cunt, angel. It's my thumb on your clit, it's my fingers that you're clenching around. It feels so good, kitten. Love how you feel around my fingers always. Love how you sound for me, love how pretty you look."

"Kwan," you sobbed.

"Can hear your cunt, kitten," he groaned. "Can fucking hear your cunt around my fingers. I bet you're soaked. You're soaked for me, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Good girl. Always so good for me, baby. You gotta keep being good, angel."

"Mm good," you whimpered. "Always good. Good for you, Seungkwannie."

He cursed into the phone again. "Fuck. Your hand feels so good on my dick, angel."

You could practically feel his dick in your hand. Could see it, how it would curve upwards, precum leaking profusely from the tip because you and Seungkwan were absolutely messy together, his cock always wet for you, your cunt always drenched for him.

"Feels so good," he echoed, voice tearing off in a soft moan. "Gonna cum for you, angel. Can you cum for me? Need you to cum, kitten. Need to hear you cry, need to -- fuck, fuck. Gotta cum for me, kitten."

"Kwan --" You shoved a third finger into your cunt, the stretch immediately burning. But you carried on, desperate, the stretch delicious and burning and driving you insane. You felt full, moreso than before, but -- "Need your cock, Kwannie. Please, please, please --"

"Don't cry, kitten," he cooed. "I'll give you my cock. Just cum for me first, okay? Gotta get your cunt all soaked and pretty first, okay?"

You nodded into the phone again. You were working hard, desperate for a release. But: "Nothing -- Kwannie, I can't, I can't --"

"It's okay, angel," he soothed, his voice gentle and sweet. "Calm down, baby. Listen to me, all right?

"Take your fingers out, okay -- don't cry, it's okay, kitten. Gotta trust me, trust your Seungkwannie, okay? Take your fingers out, wipe 'em off. Can you do that?

"Want you to grab your pillow. The second one, the one beneath the first. Want you to mount it, kitten. Mount it like it's my dick. Put the side against your cunt. I want you to ride it, angel. Drag your cunt on it, rock on it. That's it, that's a good girl. Love hearing your whimpers, baby.

"Okay. Grab my pillow, sweetheart. Press your pretty face into it, want you to breathe it in. Bet it still smells like me, don't it? Take deep breaths in. Want your tears to soak it, baby.

"You're doing so good, princess. Can you -- want you to focus on pressing your cute little clit against the pillow, okay? Feels good? You look so beautiful, kitten, look so perfect. You sound perfect, and you feel so perfect around my fingers.

"You gotta cum now for me, okay? Can you cum for me like a good girl?"

Both pillows soaked, one from your cunt and orgasm and the other from your tears, you flopped onto the mattress. You panted, closing your eyes as you tried to catch your breath while your hand patted around for the bed, trying to find your phone.

"Kwannie --" You gasped, bringing the phone to your face. "Seungkwan, fuck -- did you --"

Seungkwan laughed, though not unkindly. "Of course I did, angel. You sounded so beautiful. I wish -- I wish I was there with you, though."

You shut your eyes, feeling a lump form in your throat. "Yeah. Yeah. I wish you were here, too, baby."

"I'll be back -- fuck --" You jumped at his startled shout, pulling your phone away from your face in bewilderment. You could hear him shouting from the other side of the phone. "No -- get out! Fuck, I told you not to come in --"

"It's my room too --"

"Hoshi, I told you to give me an hour! I swear to God --" Seungkwan's voice suddenly was loud in the phone, desperation heavy with every word. "Baby, I gotta go. I'll call you back -- just give me -- CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR KWON SOONYOUNG!"

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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If your nails dragging along his lower stomach and the loving kisses to his temple weren’t going to wake him up, the surprise tackle from his 30 pound three year old straight to the chest would.

“Told you I’d sic her on you if you didn’t get moving,” he hears you chuckle mercilessly. He tries to wrangle the scrambling child on top of him, but his movements are far too clumsy from their interrupted sleep. “Breakfast is almost done. It’s your favorite, so you’d better be at the table in ten, boo-bear.” He hears your slippers shuffle as you leave the room, leaving just him and the little backstabber in his warm bed.

“I told you not to call me that!” He grumbles at your leaving form, knuckling his eyes and turning his attention up at the tiny traitor, who’s still bouncing excitedly on her knees. “Why do you let her be so mean to me?”

“‘Cause mommy makes better strawber’ milk,” she says confidently, and he can’t even try to fight the amusement that wants to splay on his face.

“Well,” he sighs. “Can’t argue with that.” She giggles and rests her forehead against his, blinking those doe eyes innocently at him, and he groans as he tries to bury his face away for just a little bit more rest.

Too early for her to be so damn cute.

“Five more minutes,” he grumbles into the pillow. His daughter pokes his cheek, making his eyes peel back open again, bleary with exhaustion but still able to make out the adorable determination on her face.

“Go away.“

“Mommy says we gots’ get up now,” she pouts, once again prodding his forehead, this time with a finger.

He smacks his lips and casually blinks his tired eyes, an arm darting out to pull and clutch the small child to his chest, fighting back the smirk as she kicks and laughs to try and get away from his playful hold.

“Mommy doesn’t tell me what to do,” he hums, nosing at her wispy hair while she finally stills and burrows closer to his chest for snuggles. “You listen to me. I’m the boss around here.”

“Okay dadda!”

He pauses once she goes quiet.

“Don’t tell her I said that.”

Osamu, Kuroo, KIYOOMI, SUNA, Hajime, BAKUGO, Shinsou

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hippolotamus · 17 days

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Who would I be if I didn't come barreling in with queer feelings??? Inspired by this post from my wife @bidisasterevankinard, this morning's therapy session and a few too many listens to Cleopatra by The Lumineers 😘

late for this, late for that | 7x06 coda | 757 words | G

“Not late. Right on time,” Evan sighs, content and sated, turning in his arms so they’re back-to-chest. It allows him to settle into his newly discovered love of being the little spoon. And Tommy’s new found love of indulging Evan.

“Good to know.” He presses a kiss into Evan’s mussed, disheveled curls, chuckling at the light snores his – boyfriend? Date? Guy he’s seeing? – is already making.

If he’s being honest, ‘right on time’ is the furthest thing from what he feels. Evan hasn’t said as much, but Tommy suspects he’s started to question things about himself. About his life in general, past interactions, romances, friendships, crushes. Eventually he’ll likely face one of the biggest, if not the biggest, questions. How could I not know?

As someone who went on a similar journey, he’ll do his best to guide Evan through. He wants to wave the proverbial magic wand to produce easy, matter-of-fact answers and soothe any wounds, but Evan will have to do that part on his own. Eventually it becomes a rewarding experience, making those discoveries, but he knows as well as anyone that it can be a bitch of a road to travel. An often dark pathway loaded with unexpected landmines. Full of monsters that go ‘boo’ at the very worst times, usually just when the dust of the last jumpscare has settled.

Not for the first time – and likely not for the last – the notion makes Tommy wish they could have met earlier. That he could somehow turn back the clock to meet himself earlier so he could be there for Evan. He’s already put himself through the wringer, in therapy and in his own mental torture chamber, about why he lied for so long about who he is. But, as his therapist reminds him over and over again, these things are never truly done. There are often new layers unveiled, triggered by different circumstances. Sometimes big and loud, sometimes ordinary and everyday. Tommy thinks Evan might be a bit of both.

Either way, here he is, wondering how his own life might have been different if he hadn’t denied himself for so long. If he could have been brave like Hen and said ‘this is who I am’. Because it’s not as if he didn’t know. Tommy knew exactly who he was, who he is. He’s known since the first time he kissed CJ, his high school football team’s defensive tackle, behind the bleachers after practice one late summer night. God knows he had been questioning for a hell of a lot longer.

However, he can’t time travel and change things. He can’t give past versions of himself options that didn’t exist. Well, technically they did, but it meant blowing up his entire life and being ostracized. While Hen didn’t have anything to lose, because she was already being isolated by that era of the 118, Tommy did.

He had what he thought were friends, though, really, most of them were alliances. People he accepted as friends for the high cost of burying his identity. Paid for with girlfriends and the occasional male sex worker when he really needed to let go. With living an empty, lonely, fraudulent existence, constantly saying no to the things and experiences he craved. Because saying yes - to ‘just one’ gay club, one pride event, one secret boyfriend willing to be called girlfriend for appearances - meant risking being found out. Meant taking a wrecking ball to the carefully curated macho persona he’d built for protection. Meant having all of his ‘meaningful’ supports and relationships ripped away. It was bad enough that his own parents couldn’t be there for him. He didn’t need the camaraderie of firefighting taken away, too.

Evan snorts and snuffles, pulling Tommy back to the present. He turns in his sleep, somehow burrowing closer as he throws an arm across Tommy’s waist. His mouth is slack and parted, breathing calm and even.

A wave of fondness washes over Tommy as he watches his… Evan sleep, blissfully unaware of all the things tumbling around in his brain. It’s an emotion he hasn’t felt in a while, not like this, but he’s grateful for how naturally it seems to want to return.

Maybe they couldn’t meet earlier or change their histories, save themselves or each other from pain. But they’re here now with their combined battle scars, ready for something, whatever that looks like. And isn’t that better than never? So, perhaps what Evan said was true. Maybe he’s not too late and they’re right on time.

part 2 (Eddie's POV) here

#911 spoilers #bucktommy #tevan #bucktommy fic #hippo writes #coda fic #911 7x06 #tommy kinard #evan buckley #the cleopatra series #christ i'm such a sucker for queer feels

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fairyhaos · 11 months

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✰ seventeen as boyfriends: seungkwan edition

event taglist (send ask to be added): @rubywonu @cinnamoroxie @belladaises @wheeboo @minhui896 @slytherinshua @kokoiinuts @jun-of-love @dandycharmer @sweet-like-caramel @hannyoontify @doesthismeannothingtoyou @fashionminghao @icysungho @butiluvu

pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader

genre: fluff, headcanon, mini scenario

word count: 543

warnings: none

notes: seungkwan edn. for the 500 event

goes all melty and sweet and gentle just for you.

like he could be yelling at jeonghan one minute but when you come up to him going all “hi boo <333” he’s immediately a smol puppy and all “hi 🥰 hru baby 🥰” and jeonghan just stares at him in utter horror

the type to be in the middle of ranting to you abt something then pausing and leaning forward to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, leaving you BLUSHING afterwards

does that thing where he comes up to you randomly and stares at you for a long moment before pecking you on the cheek and sprinting away

bc he gets SHY too okay :((( you’re just so gorgeous it makes him Nervous

also wants Only The Best for you. ever. will Not let you settle with Just Good Enough, and is defo prepared to fight anyone who believes you deserve anything but perfection

because to him, that’s what you are. perfection.

Seungkwan knows he’s loud.

That doesn’t mean he’s insane, though. That title’s saved for people like Seokmin or Soonyoung, both of whom are yelling and prancing around and causing utter chaos. Their coffee table has been smashed. Someone sounds like they’re dying.

Seungkwan, however, is being a totally normal person, and he’s currently screaming over everyone to try and get them to shut up. See? Normal people behaviour.

That is, until he feels a tug on his arm, and then the whole world ceases to exist.

Your face is tight, eye twitching subtly, and panicked concern overtakes Seungkwan for a moment before he just melts, going into soft, protective mode, no longer screaming but holding out his arms for you to fall into.

You do so, instantly, and there’s part of him that feels pride at having understood your situation immediately, and another part of him that feels concerned and just wants Seokmin and Soonyoung to stop being such whirlwinds so that you no longer feel overwhelmed.

“It’s those two idiots, isn’t it?” Seungkwan says, and feels you chuckle into his chest after a moment. “Those brats. I’m going to pummel them to bits.”

You laugh again, just a small snuffle, and it makes him smile.

“Should we leave?” he asks, right next to your ear, because the living room is a cacophony of noise and mess, and it turns out that Mingyu was the one making the dying cat noises from before.

You shake your head, keeping yourself buried in Seungkwan’s chest. He hums in acknowledgment, and then continues holding you as he kicks past people to get to a free couch, sitting down with you in his arms.

He knows he’s loud, and he’s not insane, but maybe it is just a little insane how he’ll instantly go quiet for you.

Seungkwan rocks you from side to side, rubbing your back soothingly, even as he still roars at Soonyoung and frowns in exasperation at Chan. But you make no attempt to move away, simply burrowing yourself into the crook of his neck, like it’s where you belong.

And he’ll keep you there, he really will. Even with smashed coffee tables and Mingyu’s dying cat sounds, he’ll keep you safe in his arms.

It’s the least you deserve, after all.

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wisteria-beach · 9 months

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Time after Time pt 2 | R.C

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: When your boyfriend ditches you on the night of senior prom you end up running into the last person you would ever expect to see, Rafe Cameron, your best friends older brother who you haven't seen since he left for college three years ago… (part two, part one is here)

flashbacks are in italics.

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The morning’s warm sunlight poured through the gap in the curtains, burning the back of your eyelids and you groaned in your sleep flipping over to avoid the glare. There was a dull throbbing in your temples that you tried desperately to ignore as you burrowed into the warmth of the pillow below you. You were dreaming that you were cuddling a huge teddy bear and you felt so content and cosy that you never wanted to wake up. Unfortunately your headache was beginning to build, your peaceful sleep all but being drained away.

“What time is it?” You wondered out loud, voice thick with sleep, slowly trying to blink open eyelids that felt like they were being weighed down by led bricks.

“About 9” a voice right above your head replied - a male voice - and your whole body tensed. You suddenly became aware that the warmth beneath your head was not in fact a pillow but a chest, a shirtless chest.

In a flash you’d sat up, ignoring the burning in your head as you stared wide eyed at the man laying below you. Surely this was a dream, it had to be because there was no way that Rafe goddamn Cameron was laying shirtless in bed with you. Your half asleep hazy mind couldn’t make sense of it.

“You’re not a teddy bear” you blurted out then clapped a hand in horror over your mouth as Rafe choked on a laugh.

“Not since last time I checked.”

You winced and absentmindedly pressed your fingers into your temples “okay okay” you said trying to inject some faux control into your voice “i'm going to close my eyes and when I open them again i'm going to be in my room instead of yours and you’re not going to be there.”

You quickly screwed your eyes shut again pressing your palms over them before taking a deep breath, counting to 3 and moving your hand away.

Rafe was still there, propped up lazily by his elbow smirking at you as he tried to contain his laughter.

“Boo” he said suddenly, snorting when you jumped.

“Not funny!” you reached out to swipe playfully at his chest but he caught your wrist before it could make contact, the subtle pressure of his fingers on your skin making butterflies erupt in your gut and you pulled away quickly hoping your cheeks wouldn’t betray a flush.

He rolled over then leaning to get something out of his nightstand and you swallowed, stealing a glance at him while his back was turned. He was clad in only grey sweatpants and your eyes shamelessly roved over the powerful muscles in his back extending into his biceps.

Despite the fact that he’d evidently just woke up, he looked unreasonably attractive. His eyes hooded with sleep giving off an effortlessly sultry look and his mussed up hair looking even better than when he carefully styled it. How could someone look that gorgeous just after waking up? You hardly thought it was fair you always woke up looking like you’d been dragged through a bush.

It suddenly occurred to you that you had no idea what you looked like right now and you grimaced. You stood up from the bed and made your way over to his en suite.

You were relieved to see you were fully clothed, still wearing your prom dress in fact and that Rafe while being shirtless had a pair of sweatpants on.

You sank down to the corner of bed pressing your palm into your temples “what in the world happened last night?”

Rafe chuckled again and wordlessly passed you a bottle of water and an aspirin.

“You don’t remember?”

You screwed your eyes shut again and groaned “gimme a moment.”

Rafe laughed, “take your aspirin, it'll take the edge off of hangover but you should eat something too.”

You nodded but made no move to take it, choosing instead to press the cold surface of the water bottle to your temple, the condensation soothing the dull ache.

“Let me guess,” Rafe said teasingly, “ you still can’t take pills? Should I have hid it in a spoon of jelly or something?”

Your skin flushed with embarrassment as you opened your eyes to glare at him “I am not twelve anymore, I can’t believe you even remember that.”

“I remember everything about you Ace.”

A smile tugged at your lips and you looked down choosing to take the aspirin to avoid catching his eye, you didn’t know what to say or how to react when he said things like that it still felt surreal that he was even here.

“Remember anything yet?”

“Mmm” you nodded through a gulp of water, memories of last night were beginning to trickle in now that the fogginess of sleep was ebbing away. You remembered meeting Rafe on the sidewalk, him daring you to get on the bike, you remembered how he’d missed the turn in for your street and taken you to an ice cream place instead.

“One scoop strawberry, one scoop vanilla, sprinkles and raspberry sauce?”

You stared at him incredulously for a moment “how the hell did you know that?”

He shrugged “I was always the sucker you and Sarah would rope into running to the ice cream van remember? And the one who had to drive you here every weekend after I got my licence.”

You smiled at the memory, so many weekends spent at your best friend's house, your mom used to joke you spent more time there than at home. You remembered all the candy you and Sarah would stockpile to bribe Rafe with and the ice creams he’d come running back with, two in each hand, half melted in the baking summer sun vanilla dripping down his fingers.

“Still that was like a million years ago.”

“Feels like yesterday sometimes” he said and you couldn’t help but agree, sometimes it felt like if you closed your eyes you could still taste the summer days of your youth on the tip of your tongue.

“I'll be right back” Rafe said and you nodded sitting back on the low brick wall as you watched him approach the little building. The ice cream parlour was closing up but you knew Rafe, he could probably sweet talk his way into the white house. Predictably the employee working that night had no trouble getting two last ice creams for you both, he’d been on the football team with Rafe in high school and you could hear them reminiscing as his old friend made up your orders.

You tuned them out as you waited, choosing to face the beach so that you could watch the sea. It was dark and the moonlight reflected silvery grey on the tips of the surf, there was something mesmerising about each pull of the waves on the shore and you found yourself lost in thought.

“Hey” Rafe said, nudging you with his elbow and you jumped making him laugh “you were away with the fairies.”

“Yeah I was sorry.” You took the ice cream from his outstretched hand resisting the urge to shiver when your fingertips grazed his warm knuckle.

“What were you thinking about?”

You shrugged “nothing really.”

He raised his eyebrows “tell me you weren’t thinking about that loser…because I can still beat his ass.”

You laughed “not exactly when he’s thousands of miles away.”

Rafe smirked, “I can drive.”

You snorted “Rafe Cameron you’re crazy…”

He looked at you seriously for a moment. “I just think what he did was really shitty and I don’t want your night to be ruined thinking about that waste of space jackass.”

“Rafe…” you reached out and touched his arm “I wasn’t even thinking about him” come to think of it your shitty ex boyfriend had barely crossed your mind since you’d run into Rafe “you’re a good distraction.”

He smirked, “that's what all the girls say.”

“Rafe!” you gasped smacking his arm lightly as he laughed.

You lapsed into a quiet contemplative silence as you ate your ice creams and you trailed your feet in the soft sand below.

“Thank you,” you said after a moment.

“For what?”

“For distracting me, for making sure my prom night isn’t a complete disaster.”

He knocked his shoulder into yours “it was my pleasure ace.” Then he reached across with his little plastic spoon and stole a swipe of your ice cream.

“Hey!” you protested “that’s mine”

He locked eyes with you as he popped the spoon into his mouth, grin intact and you pouted.

“Thief.”

“I just wanted to try it,” he said, “mine's still better by the way.”

You rolled your eyes “pistachio? That's like the worst flavour.”

“You’ve never tried it” he accused you, pointing his spoon and you gasped.

“Yes I have!”

“I knew it,” he laughed, “you're lying.”

You shook your head.

“You are,” he insisted “you did the thing.”

“What thing?” you asked sulkily.

“The thing you always do when you’re lying, like the time you and Sarah broke my xbox controller and said it was baby Wheezie.”

“I always wondered how you knew that was us! You laughed “so what is my tell?”

Rafe smirked “and give up my leverage? No way.”

You scoffed “shut up dork” and he held out his spoon.

“Try it.”

You looked at him for half a second contemplating it before quickly eating the ice cream. The flavour of pistachio burst across your tongue but you found to your surprise that you didn’t hate it, in fact it was delicious.

Rafe smirked, “I knew you’d like it.”

“I didn’t even say anything yet!” you protested.

He shrugged, “you’re an open book.”

“No im not” you pouted and he leaned in, just a fraction closer but it was enough that you could feel the heat of his body against the cold sea breeze.

“You always have been to me” he whispered and you felt it, the electricity between the two of you humming in the air. It was palpable, the tension thick enough that you felt like you could reach out and touch it.

“Rafe” you whispered, he was looking at you in a way he’d never looked at you before, blue eyes so intense “Rafe -”

He leaned in closer, head angling just a fraction and you held your breath in anticipation when -

The shutters of the ice cream place slammed down and you jolted away from each other “nice to see you man!” Clay called out to Rafe as he walked to his car and Rafe’s jaw stiffened as he lifted a hand in goodbye.

The moment - or whatever it had been, you weren’t even sure - was over and you coughed awkwardly and jumped off the wall. You needed a little breather from his proximity, you could still smell his cologne on the borrowed jacket around your shoulders and that was intoxicating enough.

Your heels were still strapped around your wrists and the sand felt cold between your toes as you walked across the beach. It took Rafe less than two strides to catch up, damn him and his long legs. You walked in silence for a while, just watching the moonlight on the ocean until he broke it.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

You sighed, swinging your heels. “Prom” you admitted, you’d been trying not to think about it but you couldn’t help but feel sad, this was not how your night was supposed to be. You felt stupid for being so upset but you’d been dreaming of this night for so long and it was supposed to be the last hurrah for high school. You might not have loved every second of high school but you’d spent a lot of time there and it was sad that it had to end with the shitty memory of sitting on the sidelines all night watching your classmates dance and have fun.

Rafe looked at you sideways, quiet as he thought about something. “I have an idea,” he said finally.

“What is it?” you asked and he smiled.

“It's a surprise…do you trust me?”

You’d known Rafe practically your whole life, he was your best friend's annoying older brother and you’d loved him in secret for years, you didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes” you whispered and took his outstretched hand.

The ride back home felt like flying, your arms wrapped around Rafe’s torso, your head pressed into his back. You could feel the wind dancing through your hair, see the stars soaring overhead.

Before you knew it you were at Tanny hill, the infamous residence of the Camerons. You’d pretty much grown up here, spending all your free time with Sarah, but you’d never come here with just Rafe before.

“What are we doing?” You asked as you dismounted the bike but Rafe just tapped a finger to his lips.

“Shhh,” he whispered, pointing silently upwards. Rose and Ward’s bedroom was right above you shrouded in darkness.

The garden was dimly lit, the distant fairy lights adorning the trees lining the edge of the property providing the only light. Truthfully you’d walked the path up to this house enough times that you could probably do it blindfolded in your sleep but when Rafe held his hand out to guide you up the path you couldn’t help but take it.

His fingertips were only lightly threaded through yours but you wondered if he could feel your pulse hammering in your wrists. The anticipation was almost more than you could bear. Too wrapped up in thinking about the smell of Rafe’s cologne and the mystery of his plan you tripped on a dislodged stone. Before you could even think about hitting the ground Rafe’s arms were around you, holding you upright.

“You okay?” He whispered and your heart beat even louder. He was so close, close enough that you could probably count his eyelashes even in the low moonlight.

You nodded and he smiled, choosing to take a hold of your whole hand this time as he led you up the path. It was cold yet somehow you felt like you’d never been warmer, your whole being on fire with every glance, every touch.

Finally you reached the house and Rafe let the two of you into the spare garage where the soundproof walls assured that your voices wouldn’t be heard.

“So are you finally going to reveal this grand idea of yours?” You asked.

The corners of his mouth lifted up “I’m not letting go of my cards that easily ace.”

You laughed “I’m starting to think your plan is to murder me, what’s with all the secrey?”

He grinned, teeth flashing “you said you trusted me.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t deny it, you did. You’d known Rafe Cameron so long and though you’d not always been close the two of you would always have shared memories, shared experiences. You’d always have time and that meant something.

Rafe led you up to his room, taking your hand once more in the dark corridors and you had to press a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter as he dramatically acted out a spy mission to make you laugh. “Coasts clear” he whispered in your ear before slowly moving around the wall.

“You’re a dork,” you whispered back.

In his room Rafe gestured for you to take a seat on his bed. “I need twenty minutes” he said “to set it all up, then I promise I'll reveal it all.”

“Okay” you said “i'll wait.”

He raised his eyebrow “that’s it? No begging, no more questions?”

You smirked “nope, I get twenty minutes to snoop at all your stuff…find out all your deepest darkest secrets Rafe Cameron.”

He rolled his eyes “good luck” he said and then swiftly left the room.

For the first five minutes you sat on his bed just waiting but time always seems to move slower when you’re in anticipation and soon you couldn’t take it anymore. At first you checked Instagram, shooting off a like at Sarah’s latest post prom selfie featuring John B, resisting the urge to check your exes social media. Then you put your phone down and tried to wait again. But curiosity got the better of you. Is it wrong if you told him you were going to do it? Fuck it. A little bit of light snooping wouldn’t hurt.

Rafe’s room was almost suspended in time. It was pretty much entirely as he’d left it before leaving for college so the pictures and books were slightly outdated but still him. The basketball hoop on the wall, the old forgotten guitar from his musical phase. The surfboard still chipped from that one party where Kelsey Stevens had tripped and knocked a keg into it. Above the desk were several old snapshots.Topper and Kelce with their arms slung around him, his dad and him on a fishing trip, two of Wheezie one when she was a baby and little Rafe was holding her and one newer selfie with their tongues sticking out. What shocked you though was the photo of you. It was taken at Rafe’s highschool graduation. You and Sarah smirking at Rafe and giving him the finger except you were standing in front of Sarah who was slightly out of frame so the picture was mostly only you. You couldn’t believe he’d kept it and put it on his wall, that he’d even thought about you back then enough to think the photo worth printing.

“Hey” Rafe said as he came back into the room “what are you doing?”

“Nothing” you lied trying to look casual bracing against the wood.

He raised his eyebrow and you could tell he didn’t believe you, once more you wondered what your tell was but he shrugged it off before you could ask.

“Come on,” he said, “the surprise is ready.”

You were led back to the garage and Rafe stood behind you as you reached out for the door handle, slipping his hand over your eyes.

“3, 2, 1…okay you can open them” he said, taking his hand away.

Slowly you blinked open your eyes and instantly fought the tears that sprung to the surface. The garage was covered in silky blue and purple streamers, the floor dotted with balloons. It was like you’d opened your eyes and stepped into the past and you could almost see the tiny younger versions of you and Sarah playing ‘prom’.

“Oh my god” you whispered.

“Do you like it?” Rafe asked, sounding a little more uncertain than his usual cocky self.

You laughed, still in disbelief “do I like it…Rafe I love it, did you really do all this for me?”

He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly “yeah I mean…yeah I wanted you to have a prom more like the one you deserved and I know it's nothing special but at least this way it's yours” he swallowed “kinda stupid I know but -”

You cut off his ramble by throwing your arms around his neck “it's not stupid” you murmured into his shirt as you blinked away the tears “it's perfect…who ever knew you could be this sweet Rafe Cameron.”

You felt the laughter in his chest as you pulled away to look at him “I guess i've just always had a soft spot for you ace” he said tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his eyes were so blue and so soft that for a moment you froze and the air was thick with tension between the two of you until rafe cleared his throat. “But erm don’t tell anyone or anything don’t wanna risk ruining my tough guy reputation” he joked and you rolled your eyes.

“Il get some drinks” he said and you wandered around the garage looking around the decoration. You remembered the streamers, the paper parasol, the silver hanging stars like it were yesterday. “Prom” had been your favourite game and you and Sarah would beg and beg Mr Cameron to put up the decorations. Sometimes he made Rafe do it and Rafe would grumble and complain, wishing to go back to some video game or his skateboard. It was fun to think about what your reaction would have been back then if you’d have known that one day Rafe would voluntarily put these up for you.

While you were looking the music started and you laughed when you heard the song. Back in the day you had the highest just dance score to this, it was shocking and exhilarating all at once to know that Rafe had held onto all these tiny little details about you, that he’d even noticed them in the first place.

“Still know the moves Ace?” he called out, half teasing smirk present on your face and you flipped him off.

“I'm gonna need a couple of drinks before we get into that, Cameron.”

He smirked “you’re in luck” and held up a bottle of champagne that looked like it cost more than your car.

“Rafe!” your eyes widened “where the hell did you get that from.”

“Wine cellar” he shrugged “they won’t notice it’s gone.”

You hesitated “it looks expensive…”

“Oh c’mon” he said “it’s your prom night live a little.”

You bit your lip, you weren’t adverse to drinking it was more so the idea of stealing one of Ward and Rose’s premium celebration champagne bottles but there was something about Rafe that made you wanna throw caution to the wind. This was your prom night, the last night of your adolescent life before you were thrown into a whole new world of college parties and guys and cities you wouldn’t remember. It was the night you’d looked forward to your whole life and your stupid ex had ruined it…well you weren’t going to let him.

“Oh what the hell” you said and took the bottle from his hand.

The first sip of champagne was sweet and fruity as it fizzed on your tongue and you giggled as you passed the bottle back. This was where the memory of the night got a little hazy, you remembered drinking the bottle fairly fast and then convincing Rafe that you needed to spike the punch “it's the classic prom experience.”

After that there was a lot of dancing with your hands in your hair, hips swinging, a lot of laughter echoing over the music, a lot of stories from both you and Rafe of the things that had happened while you’d been out of each other's lives.

“No fucking way he crashed a yacht” you said “how does that even happen? bull shit Cameron.”

He held his hands up in a surrender position “im deadass, that's not even the wildest thing he did…college is kinda next level.”

You laughed into the rim of your cup “yeah…i'm excited for it.”

He arched his brow “are you sure about that? You didn’t sound so enthusiastic.”

You sighed and flapped your arm down dramatically “no no I am it’s just…” you’d not said this aloud before but the alcohol and the fact that there was just something about Rafe that made you want to open up. You’d known him your whole life and while he’d always been a little wild, a little unpredictable he felt like home to you.

“I'm scared” you admitted.

He turned to face you, long legs brushing the bare skin showing through the slit of your dress “why?” he asked “the whole time ive known you you’ve always dreamed of the future” he nudged your arm gesturing around you “about prom, about your first kiss, about high school…hell I even remember you being excited about your first job at the country club. what's different about this?”

You swallowed, not quite meeting his eye and he reached out and touched your hand “you can trust me” he whispered “I won’t tell.”

“It wasn’t what I thought it would be” you blurted out “I I -” the anger and the sadness and the inexplicable feeling that you could never go back burst over you and it all came out at once, the emotion thick and raw in your voice “I dreamed and I dreamed my whole - fucking - life and nothing ever worked out like it was supposed to. I mean look at tonight, the dream boyfriend, the dream prom and he turned out to be a cheating asshole and I left the prom in tears.” Your voice turned to defeat as a single tear slipped out “I - I just sometimes wonder what's the point in dreaming anymore? And then I'm scared because I don’t know what’s gonna happen…nothing happens how it’s supposed to.”

“Look at me” Rafe murmured and his voice was softer than you’d ever heard it before, you looked up and he used the pad of his thumb to gently swipe the tear away “you’re right, nothing happens how it’s supposed to. I was supposed to join Cameron Enterprises yet when I finish college next year? I'm telling my dad I'm doing something else.”

You wrinkle your brow “but - wasn’t that your dream? Did you fail an -”

He cut you off “I could join dads company tomorrow if I wanted to, that was my dream but not anymore.” he squeezed your hand, voice still uncharacteristically soft “life changes all the time ace and sometimes it’s fucking scary but we just get new dreams, new things to hope for and sometimes they come true and sometimes they’re not what we thought they’d be but they always lead to new things. So high school wasn’t what you thought, so your boyfriend wasn’t what you thought, well maybe college and maybe the next guy lucky enough to have your heart will be 1000% times better but how will you know if you give up on it all before it even begins.”

For a moment you were quite mulling over his words and you found that some of the fear and anxiety squeezing your heart relented, the tension easing out of your body. “When did you get so wise Rafe Cameron” you sighed.

“Don’t be fooled” he winked “I'm still an idiot.”

You threw a hand over your heart “was that a confession? Can I get that in writing?”

“Shut up” he said and then you shrieked as he pulled you suddenly to your feet. “Dance with me.”

You’d been dancing all night but never touching. ��Okay” you said a little nervously, looping your arms around his shoulders, he wrapped his around your waist. The song was still quite upbeat, the dance not as intimate as a slow dance yet your heart hammered in your chest.

You danced for three more songs, Rafe spinning you around like crazy until your insides hurt from laughing. Finally the song changed and your face lit up as you instantly recognised it as fool's gold by one direction. Rafe groaned, all too familiar with the song from the many times you and Sarah would belt it on the old tinny karaoke machine.

Too drunk to be embarrassed you instantly launched into the performance, singing all the lyrics wholeheartedly while Rafe pretended to be exacerbated by the song, trying to hide how adorable he thought you were singing it.

“C’mon” you shouted “I know you love it, sing along!”

“I don’t even know the lyrics” he lied but you dragged on his hand.

“Liar…you have a tell.”

He rolled his eyes “no you, have a tell.”

“Shut up” you laughed “c’mon sing don’t be boring.”

You sang the opening lines of the final chorus while Rafe stood stubbornly “And yes, I let you use me from the day that we first met…But I'm not done yet, Falling for you, fool's gooooold.”

You pointed to him dramatically then to your utter surprise and delight he (un-enthusiastically) sang the final lines “And I knew that you turned it on for everyone you've met. But I don't regret falling for you, fool's gold.”

“I knew you knew it!” you laughed clapping your hands together.

“Whatever, whatever, I did it but now you owe me a slow dance.”

“What?” you protested “no, no, I didn’t agree to that!” you’d been artfully dodging slow dances all night, scared of your two left feet.

“It's only fair” he said and before you could protest further he’d reached out and practically scooped you into his arms. You wrapped one hand in his, the other around his shoulder while his came onto your waist and laid your head on his chest.

“If I tread on your toes it’s your fault” you grumbled and you felt his laughter against your ear.

It was then that you noticed the song playing “Time after time” by Cindy Lauper. It was a prom classic and as kids you’d danced with Sarah to it a million times “practising” for the real thing with your boyfriends. Tonight you’d watched Sarah and John B dance to it, her smile and joy radiant while you waited for a text back from your stupid ex. You’d have never dreamed all those years ago that you’d end your own prom night in the arms of her older brother dancing to this song. You’d dreamed of dancing with a million guys but somehow you knew none of it would have felt as perfect, as magical as this.

Laupers voice rang clear throughout the garage, the few balloons that had survived the earlier balloon fight kicking at your feet. “Suitcase of memories'' and your brain flashed through all the thousands of memories, the history you had with Rafe that had led you to here.

The music continued

‘If you're lost, you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting’

You thought about how Rafe had shown up tonight when you were wandering feeling lost and alone. You thought about how earlier you’d been so close to falling into panic and his words had caught you, made you feel safe. It was just like the song, really your whole life he’d always been there in some way or another, time after time.

“Rafe?” you whispered looking up from his chest. Your faces were so close you could count his eyelashes.

“Yeah?” his hot breath fanned your cheek, blue eyes clear and serious.

“Thank you for finding me tonight.”

His thumb brushed your cheek, grazing the corner of your lips “ it’s nothing” he said humbly but you shook your head.

“No no I -” you swallowed “I'm glad my prom was ruined.”

His eyebrow shot up and he opened his mouth but you cut him off “don’t look at me like that I am, because otherwise I wouldn’t have been here with you and this has been way better than any real prom could have been, way more special.”

He smiled, not his usual edge of the mouth smirk but a real bright smile “you know I didn’t really know where I was going when I found you on the side of that road” he brushed your cheek again, this time catching your lip and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him if you tried “and I don’t really believe in destiny or all that bullshit but…” his eyes softened and he leaned just a fraction closer “I can’t help but feel like I was supposed to be there to meet you, like being here right now is exactly where i'm supposed to be.”

You laughed “me too” you admitted “me too…undreamed, unplanned, unexpected and somehow it's better than all the dreams.”

“Ace” he said your nickname with a slight urgency like his mind was moving faster than normal like he was trying to convince himself to do something.

“What is it?”

“Look up.”

You barely had a second to angle your chin before his lips were on yours and it only took a second more for you to respond and kiss him back.

His lips were softer than you’d have thought and warm. The kiss was gentle and sweet and as you pulled away you both laughed part in shock and part in relief. “Was that okay?” he asked and you smiled.

“Kiss me again so I can be sure.”

This time, he kissed you like he meant it and you could taste the spiked punch on his tongue as his teeth grazed your bottom lip and the song pulled to a close.

Pulling yourself from your memories you turned to see Rafe looking at you from his position on the bed “why are you looking at me like that?” you asked shyly and he grinned.

“You have spinach in your teeth.”

“What?” your hand flew up to your mouth in a panic before your brain caught up that you’d not even eaten spinach and you rolled your eyes and threw a cushion from the floor at him. “Asshole.”

He laughed “sorry that was just too easy.”

“Whatever whatever.”

He raised his eyebrow “memories come back now?”

You smiled, picking at a thread on the carpet “yeah…” you said softly “guess I just needed a min to come round.”

Rafe swallowed “do you still want to -”

His question was cut off by a pounding on the door “Rafe get up!” Wheezie called “breakfast is ready!”

You both jumped looking at each other slightly startled. You’d not had time to tell Sarah anything yet, only just getting a chance to text your mom that you were staying at Sarah’s before you and Rafe crashed asleep tired from the partying.

“Shit” you muttered “Sarah’s gonna kill me.”

“C’mon” Rafe grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the floor “i'll sneak you out.”

You tiptoed down the hallways of the Cameron house, trying not to laugh too loudly at Rafe when he acted out mission impossible sneaking round the bannister.

“You’re such a dork” you whispered and he squeezed your fingers.

“Just for you Ace.”

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At the breakfast table Wheezie Cameron sat down next to her sister.

“Did you shout your brother?” Ward asked and she nodded. He gave her a nod of his own before turning back to his conversation with Rose. She waited until they were thoroughly distracted before nudging Sarah’s knee under the table.

“Rafes trying to sneak a girl out of his room” she whispered and Sarah’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline.

“Really? How d’ya know?”

“I heard them whispering before I shouted him.”

Sarah pulled a face “gross.” They stared at each other for five seconds and then burst out laughing, both dashing for the door in an attempt to see the girl Rafe was sneaking out.

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You’d just reached the side door, Rafe reaching over to open it for you when the door to the kitchen burst open.

You stood frozen like a deer in the headlights staring right into the eyes of your best friend and her little sister.

Sarah’s mouth flopped open and you swallowed “hey s…”

“My brother?” she shrieked “my brother and you didn’t tell me?”

You caught Rose snickering into her orange juice behind them, Ward’s eyebrow raised in playful amusement. Wheezie looked as though she wanted a bowl of popcorn.

“I was gonna call you but -”

She cut you off with another high pitched shriek “my brother? My brother and my best friend?”

You gulped and glanced at Rafe “erm i'm gonna go, Sarah il call you I promise!”

You got halfway down the steps when Rafe reached out and grabbed your arm “wait!” he shouted and you turned to face him.

“I never got to ask you…now that it’s morning do you still wanna go on that date we talked about last night?”

Your heart swelled “i'd love to…if, if you still wanna go that is.”

Rafe grinned and stepped closer “i'll be dreaming of it.”

“Sap” you teased, he glanced back at his family before muttering “fuck it they already know” and leaning down and kissing you.

Butterflies soared in your stomach and you were so wrapped up in Rafe that you didn’t even hear Sarah say excitedly “wait! If they get married she’d really be my sister!”

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Mr. LEON (think late 30's/early 40's) reuniting with his spouse after a long time away. It's sweet, it's silly, it's followed by absolutely nasty half-clothed, sweaty sex.

me, asks for rise leo prompts, instantly regrets it also i'm not saying this is a tactical!leo fic, but i'm also... not NOT saying it leonardo/reader, EXPLICIT, female reader, 2.6k; leo comes back and wants to smell like home again. filthy nasty smut, soft doki dokis, lame married people jokes, one (1) defiled couch

It’s been so long since you’ve seen him, you don’t think twice when you see the rustle of your curtains. Not when you’ve finally, finally trained your stupid heart into not thundering out of your chest when you see it, thinking he’s back when it’s just the breeze. Today, you hardly even glance at them as you continue watering your plants, unbothered, humming, unsuspecting.

It’s so, so typical of him to wait until now to come home.

“Boo!”

Your scream fills the apartment as you flail, pulse rocketing to the atmosphere in panic when you’re very suddenly not alone. Hands catch you mid-flinch, and it takes you a second to realize that your assailant is, in fact, perfectly safe and didn’t deserve the mighty swing of your watering can.

Except actually, yes he did, this little asshole—!

“Leo!” you wail, letting him gather you close and press him to his plastron. Your hands clutch at the edge of his keratin, face burrowing in his throat. “You fucking asshole, you scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry, sweetheart. Couldn’t resist,” he says, his laughter still rolling at the crown of your head as one hand spreads into your lower back to press you close and the other cups your nape. “You just looked so cute, y’know? My adorable little wifey, wearing my shirt and humming in our living room.”

“Stop talking,” you mutter sulkily, wrapping your arms around his neck and swallowing the tears you feel burning at your eyes as happiness swells in your chest like a mighty wave. He always makes fun of you for crying when he comes home, and you’re already a little miffed.

Your ire dies as you feel him nuzzling behind your ear with his beak, his lungs expanding as he inhales your scent. He’d confessed to you once, a few years into your marriage, that this was his favorite part of coming home; more than the sex, more than the home-cooked meals, more than sleeping in the same bed two nights in a row. He caresses the line of your throat with his beak, stitching your natural perfume back into place in his mind, sinking into you because it’s not the walls around you that he calls home.

“…Missed you,” he murmurs, making you sigh as he brushes lovesick kisses to your shoulder.

“You were gone too long this time,” you tell him, lowering one arm to press a palm to his plastron when you feel his lips seeking more skin, letting him pull the neckline of his shirt away from your clavicle. “Thought you were the breeze, coming in.”

His mouth curves into something filthy at the dip of your throat, his hands finding your hips and giving them a squeeze. “Yeah? Funny. I plan on coming in something, all right.”

You laugh way too hard, a little mortified that after all these years you still find this clown funny at the lamest lines. Worse still is how he watches you do it, his face going stupid with naked fondness like making you laugh is the best thing he’s done all day.

“You are such an unfunny loser, oh my god,” you say, pressing your forehead to his.

“And yet you’re still laughing,” he says, his smile widening when you roll your eyes.

“I’ve been stockholmed,” you tell him, reaching up your hands to cup his beak and pull him into a kiss.

Leo has always been good with his mouth, in every way, all the years you’ve known him. His kisses are no exception; seconds into it you’re purring, the sweet friction of his mouth against yours warming you from the inside, parting on a soft sigh when a hand grips your nape and tilts you just so.

“I wanna fucking eat you alive,” he mumbles against your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours once, twice, three times before he sinks his teeth into your lower lip and tugs. You tremble, and you know he feels it as his hands go a little tighter. “Missed you.”

Your fingers find the tails of his mask, tangling in them and using them to pull his face away, just a little. He growls, but you ignore him easily. “Don’t you want to take a shower, baby? Get comfy while I cook you something to eat? You smell like work.”

“I know,” he says, his other hand sliding down to the cloth shorts that are barely visible beneath the hem of his shirt, his fingers gliding up the back to cup the curve of your ass. “And I wanna smell like you, now.”

…He gets like this, sometimes, when he comes home. Touchy. Possessive. You’ve always wondered if it has to do with how he doesn’t smell himself on you when he’s been gone, or if it’s because you start wearing his clothes like he’ll feel it wherever he is. The longer the separation, the worse he gets.

The worse he gets, the better it is.

“Yeah? You wanna smell like me?” you echo as you trail your touch along the red crescents prettying his face, playing into his turtle-brain, feeling your eyelids close as his fingers flutter on your skin. Oh, he wants it bad. “What do I smell like, handsome? I smell good?”

“So fucking good,” he groans, his huge hand releasing your nape to grip your jaw, pulling you into a kiss that’s wet and deep. It feels good, claws a mangled moan from your chest that has him mirroring the sound himself. He pulls his head back, pressing his thumb to the corner of your mouth and sliding it under your lower lip where you feel the slick mess of his kiss. “…Open,” he says, making your lip pucker under his touch.

You obey, watching his pupils dilate as they lock onto your mouth, then your tongue when you let it press against the pad of his thumb where he’s holding you open.

“Shit. You’re so hot,” he says, a wounded rumble that makes your lips curl into a coquettish smile before you wrap them around his thumb, sucking and lathing it with your tongue, pressing your teeth in and closing your eyes when you hear him moan.

“Not gonna smell much like me by staring at my mouth,” you tell him when you let him go, your hooded eyes meeting his as you smile.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he wheezes, and with three steps he’s got you splayed on your couch, the weight of him pinning you to the cushions while his mouth fucking devours you. All you can do is hold on, one hand tangling in his mask tails and the other clutching as his carapace, crushed and absolutely thrilled about it.

When he breaks the kiss to grip his hands in your shorts, pulling them down, you laugh, drawing his hungry gaze even as he doesn’t stop disrobing you.

“What?” he asks, mouth going just a little crooked in a smile of his own as you shake your head, staring at him adoringly.

“Just love you,” you tell him, shifting your legs to help him out a bit and biting down on a grin when you can finally spread them and slink your knees to either side of his hips. You slip one of your arms over your head to grip one of the throw pillows, your other trailing down your throat to entice. “C’mon, pretty boy. Let me see you drop.”

Leo maintains the stare as he straightens his spine, his hands going to his belt buckle to slide it out of place with a metal clink. The button is quick to follow, and when he unzips and slides his pants down just enough for his cloaca to glisten in the afternoon sunlight, you press your fingers to your mouth, tongue instinctively seeking contact.

“God, look at you,” you whine, your thighs rising to cup his hips and squeeze. “I wanna lick you. Come up here?”

He shakes his head, sliding two of his fingers into your open mouth and pressing on your tongue. “Later, baby. If you want a show, you’ve got, like, thirty seconds for it.”

Moaning, you soak his fingers with your spit, watching with hazy eyes as he brings them to his cloaca and slides in to the knuckle. He’s always rougher with himself than you are with him, even though he’s told you again and again he prefers it when you’re the one fingering him.

He makes pretty little gasping moans as he fingers himself hard, his arm flexing and drawing your hungry gaze. He’s gotten so god damned big over the years, making you feel small every time he does something that highlights the difference. It feels good, makes you feel kept, protected. So long as Leonardo Hamato draws breath, no harm will ever come to you, a promise he has the strength to keep.

“Fuck, fuck,” he grunts, eyes squeezing shut as the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of himself get wetter. It’s a familiar sound that makes you ache, craving the thick cock you know is about to slide out like it’s air.

“You’re so fucking pretty, Leo,” you babble in praise, knowing he likes to hear it, that you like telling him. “Handsome as fuck. God, I can’t believe you’re mine, that you let me see you like this—”

“Shit,” he hisses, pulling his fingers out of you and pressing his cloaca to your cunt, his wet fingers gripping at your hips as he rubs your slick against his. “You can’t talk like that, baby, I’m gonna—”

He cuts himself off on a low groan, his hips rolling against yours and his tail pressing hard between your thighs to garner the friction. It feels so good, so fucking good, your skin burning hot with each messy glide of him against you. Your head rolls, fingers gripping in the pillow behind your head and back arching to try and writhe closer.

“Leo,” you keen, breath heaving when he releases his death grip on the back of the couch to plant his hand by your head, his back arching over you and blocking everything else out.

“Don’t come, don’t you dare come,” he hisses, lips curled into a bit of a snarl. “Not until I’m inside, understand?”

Eyes wet, you nod, choking back the shimmer on your skin that builds as he keeps rubbing cruelly. With one particularly good roll of his hip, you snatch a hand to his bicep, trembling. “Stop, stop—!”

He pauses, letting you claw away from the brink to obey. Sucking in a long breath, you open your eyes and see that he’s staring at you like he’s gone mad.

“Okay?” he asks, voice fucked out, and you nod, whining when he resumes rubbing his cloaca against you, your eyes falling shut and head lolling to the side as you start the burning process all over again.

“Feels so good, Leo,” you breathe, skin glowing when you feel him duck in close and glide his tongue up the side of your neck. You’re soaked all over with sweat and slick, every muscle in your body trembling from taut desire that’s just shy of too-much, leaving you delirious and stupid.

With a hitched breath, Leo reaches between you, fingers preparing you for the familiar penetration you want more than anything else. With a hiss, his body goes taut, his cock dropping and sliding inside like his katana into its sheath; like you were made for him, perfectly molded, expertly designed.

“God, fuck,” he wheezes, his forearms framing your face as he leans down and captures your mouth in a kiss that breaks on a low moan. He pumps his hips against yours slowly, shaking with each breath that has him bottoming out where he belongs. “You feel so—I missed you.”

Floating with pleasure, you cup his nape, wrapping your legs around him as best as you can to pull him deeper, needing to feel him in your throat. Your hands find the back of his head, sliding easily on his rough, sweat-slick skin, seeking his kiss and finding it. “Oh, Leo, love you, love you so much.”

He marries his mouth to yours as he fucks in in in, feeling a bit like he never pulls out for how full he leaves you. Every neuron in your body stands at attention, taking note of his weight crushing you, the smell of his salty skin, the taste of his tongue as it curls against your own.

“Look at me, look at me when you come, pretty girl,” he chokes, because he knows your body better than you do and can tell you’re close before you feel it. You open your eyes and meet his, untying his blue mask and letting it slide to your chest right as you feel your orgasm rising.

“Leo, gonna come,” you whimper, watching as he nods, one hand finding your cheek, his thumb tracing under your eyes where they’re wet.

“Let go, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”

Like you do with everything else, you obey and come. It’s a long, wrenching thing, the pleasure washing over you like waves of a mighty ocean as he keeps moving, prolonging it, intensifying it. On and on it goes, your body awash with ecstasy and Leo, always Leo, there to hold you and let you fall.

“Please,” you gasp, clenching at his carapace, begging him to meet you here in the glow. “Leo, please—”

His hand drops down to your throat, fingers ever so slightly curling around as his hips thrust a little harder, the wet sounds of your hips meeting loud in your ears now that you’re listening for it. It’s filthy, his mouth hanging open and eyes going wild as they gaze at you like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen.

With a wounded sound he comes, his forehead dropping to your shoulder and hand going a little too-tight on your throat as he fills you over and over again, each hot thread coating and claiming in equal measure. You let one hand grip the back of his wrist where he’s choking you, crushing him in harder as he groans and presses into you even further as he finishes, watching as the edges of your vision go a little hazy before he releases you and lets you suck in a gasp of air.

After a few moments of catching your breath, he picks up his head, his beak wrinkling a bit as he stretches his leg out with a hiss. “Gah, fuck, we’re getting too old for couch fucking. Made a fucking mess.”

“Never too old for couch fucking,” you rasp, causing his eyes to fall to where there’s a mark on your throat in the shape of his hand. He licks his lips, and you feel his cock give an interested twitch. “Oh? You gonna make good on that?”

“Too old for back-to-back marathon fucking,” he pouts, though he does arch his hips once in a good sport try that makes your skin light up a bit. “Gimme like, fifteen. I’ll eat you out while we wait, then we can do something about it.”

You raise an imperious eyebrow. “Fifteen minutes of you eating me out? You? Leonardo Hamato? Only fifteen? I can’t believe an imposter of my husband is here when I was so sure it was him.”

He grins, a boyish thing that makes him look younger and captures your heart all over again. “…Yeah, okay. Let’s be ambitious and say half an hour.”

You settle into the couch, waiting for his cock to retreat back into his cloaca and spending the meantime trailing your fingers along the back of his nape, sighing out in delight.

“…I missed you, too,” you tell him, watching as his face smooths out and every concern flies away like a butterfly startled by the breeze because he loves you so, so much and you know it. Then, realizing you hadn’t said it yet, “…Welcome home, Leo.”

“Yeah,” he echoes, bending down and nuzzling his beak against your temple, inhaling deeply with a smile. “I’m home.”

#tmnt #rise #my fic #ask tag #THERE WERE. SO MANY GOOD OPTIONS. Y'ALL SO DELIVERED OH MY GOD. esp the one w the body shot You Know Who You Are #i'm going to write all of them tbh. but this one. oh my god. i could not resist the siren song of dilf leo.#anyway wow. thanks for helping me try to get leo out of my system. it didn't fucking work!!! but we tried and that's all that matters :)#leonardo/reader #rating: e

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