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𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 (𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄) | choi san x fem!reader

a requested drummer boyfriend!san one-shot

“How do I feel like, Sannie?”

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : With your eyes on his playing, San feels like a superstar.

You, on the other side, feel super horny. Mamma Mia…

“You feel like you're mine."

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : fluff, smut

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 7.8k

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : established relationship, a bit cocky but very sweet drummer!san, shy but not inexperienced girlfriend!femreader, sensory overload & deprivation, slight dry-humping (f), light-hearted teasing, pet-names (sun, sunshine, sunny, baby), explicit consent, verbal & physical reassurance, blindfolding, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, love-making, passionate sex, unprotected sex (not sorry), cussing; banging against the wall and mattresses squeaking used as a narrative and poetic device, barely plot just good fuck and tuck (aftercare)

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 : i wrote this in 4 long sessions while i had a very horny long distance relationship with drummer!san due to all the business i experienced while working on this lol. i missed him any time i couldn't write for him, which, over the course of almost 2 months (i'm sorry)... is long.... i promise it is sweet and love-making but uh. horny. i was drunk for a big chunk (like a half) of writing this (took care of obvious errors but tell me if you find anything please omg.) anyway lmao hope you have fun reading it <33 always appreciate reblogs, likes and comments/feedback xoxo

𝚝𝚊𝚐-𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 : @ateezstanforever : @sanwhalvr : @itsvxlentine : @jeonride : @r1kitti : @sanniesbunnie : @northerngalxy (thank you!!!)

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[ what he’s playing : MAMMAMIA / FEEL / FOR YOUR LOVE ▸ Måneskin | playlist ]

OH, OH, OH, AUGH!

There he goes again, your boyfriend, his black earphone plugged deep into one ear, drum sticks held firmly in his hands, hammering down on the drums he's been abusing for the past, uh — gosh, how long has it been? An hour? A lifetime?

You love your Sannie, you really do, but when you signed up to be the girlfriend of infamous drummer “Sun Set”, you were expecting heated, secret glances from the stage to the audience, feverish making out-sessions post-concert, and while you do get those things in an overdose, listening to drum covers (without the vocals, mind you) on repeat until your ears actually fall off–? No, that one was not on the initial contract.

And, come on, it's finally the weekend after one long, exhausting week, which San and you usually spend trying to de-stress, relax and relieve yourself. So yes, if it was as usual, you would be spending your sweet time with your boyfriend right now— if it wasn't for his upcoming competition with his band.

Alright. It’s not to say that you are being forced to stay here in between these soundproof walls, covered by graffiti San's bandmates left to immortalize their jam-sessions, and don’t forget the pungent smell of tobacco that will without a doubt stick to the hoodie you fetched after he took it off— you do want to be a supportive girlfriend that’s worth winning those 1K for.

So, you’ll still give him a thumbs up and applause every time he finishes with a song, tilts up his head triumphantly, fingers running through his incredibly disheveled red hair that has formed singular spikes of sweaty strands, while the drum sticks still rest in his hands with his breath all messed up. He gives it his all, but what you understand is that San gives even more when you are there to watch him: At least that’s what you’re seeing right now, when he doesn't give himself more than five seconds to transition to the next track.

Lower lip bitten deep by his teeth, face pulled together to a concentrated frown, head rocking up and down, side to side, with his red locks waving around in the wind of his energy and feet aggressively stomping down the bass drum, your boyfriend feels his music, always, with his whole body, his mind drowns and explodes with the help of his loud instrument, and as you sit there, on the couch, a pillow clenched in between your legs– you try to balance out the overbearing noise by digging your nails into the cushion, and you deal with the “awe” you feel for your boyfriend being so immersed by his artistry, god, so astonishingly burning and afire— by pressing your thighs together so the beats of his drum can finally stop pulsating between them.

San doesn’t smile when he plays, you noticed it a while ago, makes an almost disgusted-looking face by scrunching his face together, especially when he really hammers down the cymbals and throws his head to the back, drilling holes into the ceiling with his eyes as if he’s challenging the gods to come stop him, his thick neck glistening in his sweat, his pulse pumping through the vein that is bulging out.

Oh, mamma…

You hope those gods do have mercy with you, because San looking like this does things to you that go beyond just feeling fear that he’s going to throw his shit to the floor. It makes you go into a craze that he’s also wearing a very drenched black tank top and pair of ripped jeans, his black bandana he had on his head is now tied around his thigh, and his arms are flexing with each time he’s thwacking down on his tom-toms and smashing the cymbals— fuck, where does your boyfriend get the time to go to the gym? Is it getting hot in here? You can’t possibly be enduring overheating on top of a headache, you’ll actually pass out or have to rip off your clothes in its entirety. But, shit, look at him— your boyfriend looks absolutely carnal right now and you can’t even slightly touch him, you’re going to melt. Like actually melt into mush.

… mia.

San is going through his usual cathartic euphoria, the snaring sounds of his drums and cymbals penetrate your ear cut and clean, but while you usually can bop your head to it, listening to him does slightly differ, when your brain clenches after each sound that follows the other.

It’s 1 AM. The weekend has just started. It’s been two hours of his practice now, with a small ‘make-out break’ that is already more than thirty minutes ago. San promised you, ‘just one last song and I’ll be there for you, yeah?’, but there goes he, your boyfriend, Choi San, Sun Set, drumming along to his tenth or something song, overflowing in intense passion.

You could have been lying in bed with him, San in your arms or you in his, smothered by his love or something, anything; Please, just… No more beating the skin. No more rudiments, diddles– you don’t want to hear none of it, and you know you’re being an immodest glutton for your boyfriend thinking of him like this, but there’s nothing else on your mind except him and how bad you want him to stop playing. Of course you can’t say that out loud, at least not that he could hear it over the sounds of his drums, especially over how loud the music in his earbuds is set, the vocals screech through the plastic so even you can hear the shouts.

San values his musical time with his drum, needs it to feel secure for the competition, it would be cruel to interrupt him just because you have a headache and an even more so aching cunt, right?

No, you dummy.

San is your boyfriend. Or no, you, dear, are his beloved girlfriend. He’s not going to let you sit here and suffer, even if you mean well for him and watch Sun Set be hot. Being his scarily attentive self, he catches the strain in your face and immediately stops stepping into the bass drum with his sneakers. A very acute quietude interrupts his playing and washes all of your boiled up headache away.

Silence.

It can sound so sweet, can’t it? Can feel so sweet, too…

“Hey, are you okay, sunshine?”, San asks, and after your ears get used to the lack of sound, you see his sweat drop from his forehead, hear his voice soft and molten, which starkly contrasts the overwhelming volume of the instrument he’s been playing.

“No, it’s nothing,” you murmur, failing at hiding your discomfort, as the pillow still rests in your hands, nail marks as visible as visible can be on the velvety surface. You’ve obviously been scratching that, don't even try to hide it.

“Oh, sunshine,” San sighs with a sorrowful smile that understands immediately, and after he swings his legs from the stool, he makes his way to you with open arms to slide them under your armpits.

You liquefy in his hug, the pillow tumbling out your groin, body going lax immediately as you wrap yourself around his neck, sinking into him. The couch squeaks a bit upon the impact of San falling into it, but the shrill noise is nothing compared to the beat of his drums. His embrace engulfs you, makes you feel sunken in remedy, reverie and warmth– and the slippery surface of his back only adds to the experience of having your lover in your arms. All that was a buzzing chaos— San makes it golden, melting your tense body, lifting it up to gently sit down on the couch side-ways with you on top, your ear listening to how his heart knocks against his ribcage, slowly, loudly, steadily.

“It’s past midnight already!”, he gasps silently, looking at the clock, “Why didn’t you tell me, sunny?”

“You had that look on again,” you whine, face planted into his breast, god, his pillowy, sweaty chest— and look up to him, as he strokes over your back.

“I have something like that?”, San hums, voice is kept low so he doesn’t irritate you in any way, though there’s a slight suggestive swing in the repetition of your words, “A look?”

His eyebrow twitches up and his lips are curled into a smirk, wanting you to tell him in detail what’s gotten you to fidget around with the pillow and whine in impatience, clearly bleeding in confidence that comes from having not missed even the slightest beat of the songs.

You didn’t think drummers were that sexy, since the usual limelight was kept on the flirtatious vocalists, powerful guitarists or the red-blooded bassists, but after San had invited you to one of his jam-sessions on the third date, your life had been tilted upside-down, rocked, and your fate settled. (It was really rough to not fall around his neck after his drum-solo, peculiarly when Seonghwa and Wooyoung kept making jokes about your red cheeks, but you still remember the way San asked you whether you were alright with his heavy breath, and, oh god, does it still turn you on to this day.)

If it’s not the look he has on his face every time he pounds into his instrument, the one which you can feel flutter in between your legs, it’s most certainly the look in his eyes he has on right now, the sultry, slightly taunting gaze that’s trying to make you sweat, and as if the room isn’t heated up enough, his dark irises spark in between his eyelashes, kindling a fire in you that definitely needs extinguishing— so best believe he should know it.

“Your fans tell you every day, Sannie,” you groan, embarrassment croaking your voice while you snuggle yourself deeper into his comfortable body, his thigh parked between your legs. You can feel the knot of his bandana stroke your core and you shudder a little bit, a cracked breath escaping out your nose. Your boyfriend raises his eyebrows– doesn’t seem to acknowledge how you inhale deeply– and San exhales out a chuckle, answering, with glittery puppy eyes that make you unable to say no any further, “I’d like to hear it from you though, sunshine…”

You slump deeper into his flesh and as his bandana grazes the thin layer of your booty- shorts again, you savor how slow he’s breathing and how warm he feels under you, sighing, “Sannie, when you play the drums… It’s like… W- wow, what do I say, you know…”

“Aww, don’t be shy now,” San croons and doesn’t acknowledge how he’s encouraging you to keep grinding needily on his thigh, hands skidding to your ass to cup them delicately, drifting and pushing you over slowly. “I don’t know, Sannie… You–,” you whirr and you have to inhale sharply after your sensitive bud tingles, “You… make my head hurt, Sann- n- nie.”

Alright, let’s be honest here. You’re lying through your teeth, and San chuckling is confirmation that he doesn’t believe the lie one single bit.

Yes, your head hurts, but that was his music, not San as the only man who could take care of all the feelings that have been jamming up like crazy. Feelings being a gut-wrenching mix of longing, craving, lusting for San as hard as you do. Even now, you can count the drops of sweat on his face dripping down his freckled neck you’ve already previously admired, but seeing it up close makes you quite greedier, especially when you can still make out his flavor on your tastebuds from having had your tongue down his throat a (too long) while ago. Not to forget his fingers groping into your plump butt right now, and it’s confusing how your boyfriend’s visage can stay as innocuous as it looks while he’s obviously supporting you on chasing your thrill.

After the silence that follows San’s chuckle, your boyfriend speaks up again, and despite the air being undeniably thick, his voice vibrates comfortably in his ribcage, lulling in the side of your head; “I’m so sorry for making your pretty head hurt, Y/N.”

You click with your tongue, pouting, gathering a bit of your energy that’s slowly coming back, and grab San by his shoulders. You turn your head so your chin is poking into his sternum, looking right to where he’s eyeing you down. You stop grinding and he looks with a smile.

“How can I make it up to you, hm?”, your boyfriend snickers softly, hands disappearing under his hoodie to trail you down your back and waist with his fingers. You feel fuzzy and velvety under his touch, and him gently breathing out “sunny” melts in your ears like a restorative, refreshing breeze after the endless knocks of his drums intimidating you and tying your throat shut.

“My ears were seriously killing me, I think,” you admit, but the cute pout remains formed on your lips.

“Ohh, Y/N, I’m– I’m really sorry to hear that. I really didn’t want to make you hurt, sunny, I promise,” San sniffles and mirrors your pout; you get the hunch he does feel very, very sorry this time, yet his hands are very guilty of slithering up your back and— clip! Open up your bra.

Ignoring that you flutter, feel light and feel the relief already, you uncontrollably giggle in surprise and push yourself up, getting to see more of your boyfriend’s handsome face. He has stopped pouting now, using his tongue to wet his red-tinted lips with a friendly, yet very ferocious smile. “You know the songs I was playing right now, sunshine?”

“No, I don’t,” you answer with continuing honesty.

Your boyfriend chuckles, “hm, maybe it’s better that way,” voice dripping like honey, but the sweet innocence is feigned, making you curious of what he’s hiding from you, deflecting from the very evident scene he’s painting.

His caramel skin proves it; for the particularized taste, heat must be added for sugar to win aroma, and your boyfriend is testing the theory to its limits.

Gliding his hands to your hips, San gets your cheeks burning, and when he hooks his fingers into his hoodie and drives it off your body, you lick over your lips asking yourself if you need any clarity to know where this is going; With your arms raised, your boiling skin meets fresh air through your drenched shirt and you shudder for a short moment, before your boyfriend gets his hands on the bra, fetches it, and slithers it out your arms.

After it drops to the ground and San sees your nipples poke through your shirt, he shifts his weight to the front to make you trip on your back, and takes off his tank top with both of his hands. His lats spread frighteningly wide and you let out a gasp. You’ll never not be surprised about how beefy your boyfriend is; San’s sweaty body expands in front of your eyes, and his collarbones are perfectly in your sight, as he hovers over you with his hand propped next to your head. There’s a wave of heat hitting your face and you aren’t sure whether you’re blushing or if his body is just genuinely that thermal.

Adopting the rather playful tone of your lover, you sulkily murmur, “It’s unfair if you don’t tell me about those things now, Sannie,” letting your finger trail along his slippery chin with softness, aware that you will only semi-attentively listen to his words from how distracted you are from his fallen eyes that are slowly flaming up. There’s only two things on your mind and while one of them includes going home, the other one can be perfectly executed on the couch.

“Oh, so naughty things, sunny, I don’t know if you want to hear about them, actually.”

San chuckles, his words contradicting how eagerly he kisses your hand, piercing through you with his eyes, making you melt. He gets his upper body up, his knees caging you in and you murmur “tell me about them”, as your boyfriend grabs you by wrist to help you move it down his chest that is still perceivably sleek, down to his abs that are just as lubricious and then, with a heavy sigh he definitely forms into a clear “ha~” leaving his mouth which makes your insides wobble.

Your boyfriend is such a tease. On stage, he doesn’t get to be as interactive as his band-counterparts do, like getting their sweat-drenched heads dangle down to the crowd and be ruffled through their hair, but Sun Set surely takes off his top oftentimes enough so every fan of his can admire his build. Your boyfriend’s amazing build.

He lets go of your hand to go through his red hair with a smirk, peeking down at his belt, clearly driving you into a wall here which is going to feel feathery light, but still so scary to brush against your skin— you have to make a choice here, one that makes your voice come out stuttered, one that proves to San that he's on the right track, cooking you up deliciously.

San might be a tease, but ohh, Y/N. You’re just so fun to tease, aren't you?

“P.. Please, Sannie,” you murmur, shyly, voice whispery because the headache fizzles inside your head, rather cripplingly slowing down your thoughts. He knows he likes it a bit too much, you being shy, but there’s something twitching inside his pants, when San thinks about the things he can do to you tonight to make you react even more, a smirk hurrying onto his face.

“Mmmm,” he hums, and you watch him collectively gather the bits and tits of his vivid, loud, rocking mind, silence remaining strikingly strong between you two, your head beaming everytime he doesn’t say anything to take his time to think.

“Things you were doing with that pillow for example,” San hushes. Your hands move by themselves to unbuckle his belt, and while you do blush a little bit, both your hands get the black leather strip out the clip with hurried motions. “Or the things you were doing to my thigh just a second ago, sweet sunshine.”

Your boyfriend snickers and once his belt is on the floor too, he shuffles a bit to the back and wraps his fingers around your ankles, pulling you so you lay straight on the couch, while he’s kneeling between your legs, cowered as small as his big frame allows it.

“I- I don’t think I understand yet, Sannie,” you droop, wanting San to get more explicit with you so you can swim in his vulgarity that he oozes, and also make him finally confirm you don’t have any reason to be embarrassed about being the only one whose guts are demanding to be stirred. He’s getting more bricked up, and since his baggy jeans are hanging loose now, you can see his cockhead bulge out his boxershorts. “I think you need to explain it more…”

You gulp at the wet patch and flutter with your eyelids, and with San’s thumbs caressing your love handles and leaning towards over your torso, his heat radiates to your face again. You were feeling a bit more bold, but no, you could never get used to how intensely San looks at you. His eyes speak a thousand words, sing a million songs, and they’re all about getting a bite of the red on your cheeks and taste how it will melt into his tongue. There’s a droning buzz which thumps into your eardrums and it’s blood rushing to your head at the incalescence of your boyfriend, who doesn’t let a second pass where he’s not touching you, even when he’s pulling off your t-shirt from your body.

“Hmmm, maybe you’re just not able to listen correctly, my love,” San sneers, almost paradoxically sweet, and arousal boils in your guts, while your sweated body gets used to the new temperature, your boyfriend’s hands cupping your breasts once, just to have finally get a touch. “Because of the headache, right? Mmm, right,” he murmurs to himself, and San unravels the bandana on his thigh.

You look at how he straightens the fabric in front of you, and how his hands slowly approach your head. “Will you let me fix that, sunshine?”

“Wh.. What are you going to do, Sannie?”

“Show,” and San instantaneously corrects himself, after he lets the slightly warmed up fabric drape over your forehead, ”hmm, make you hear,” to then let it fall over your eyes, getting very close to your ear, so his warm lips line your earlobe, his raspy voice reverberating in your ear. “Make you hear yourself, Y/N.”

“Yeah..?”, you whisper, and look at San for a last time– his eyes sparkle in excitement that can’t be heard through the droopiness of his voice:

“Listen to how my love makes you feel, baby.”

Ayayay…

“How is this, Y/N?”

“Lemme see,” you joke and you blink a few times, after the bandana has been tightened behind your head. It is pitch-black dark in front of you. Quickly, you feel how you’re getting more aware of San’s breath coming through and leaving his mouth– you following his slow pace soon enough– and feel especially how his rough fingers are tucking in your hair so he gets to see all of how your face muscles pull together in pleasure, sending your cheeks and nose into a ticklish wave of sensation.

“It’s,” you say, but what was once a steady voice turns– after getting goosebumps all around after San courses down your neck to your sternum with the tips of his fingers– into a whimper: “A- amazing, Sannie.”

You hear San sigh, and you’re sure it’s a sigh of awe, him watching your hand search for his so you can hold it. He intertwines the fingers immediately, and when he’s at your shorts with his other hand, fingers delving to where your hip fits perfectly into his hold, San begins peppering kisses on your abdomen, you falling apart into a tense, sensitive mess at the cause of his touch.

“Can you feel how my fingers and lips feel against your skin?”

You weakly nod, his thumb chafing over your skin, as San gets his hand out and touches you everywhere.

“Words, sun. Your pretty voice, I need it to continue, alright?”

“Yes, Sann–”, you answer, but you shudder, when San lets his digits dangle over your breast, ghost-like little grazes spreading over your torso, shoulders tucking in by themselves, as you feel it run over your back like your wings are expanding, “nngh-nie…”

“So soft, aren’t you, sun? So soft for me,” your boyfriend murmurs against your fuzzy tummy, and hooks his fingers into your waistband. You were intending to hum a forlorn ‘mhm’ to answer him again, but it comes out whimpered, after San lets his thumb, which is still anchored to your hand, slither over your cunt, his thumb tickling over your now even more sensitive nub.

“Can you feel how warm you are?”, he whispers, becoming a bit greedier with the kisses he’s spreading down your pelvis-bone, accompanying how carefully he’s sliding your clothing off, your skin being more and more revealed to his eye, while you live with the uncertainty of darkness in front of yours. “How do I feel like, Sannie?”, you ask him, hearing your own voice ricochet in your throat, your ears have become more conscious of sound.

“You feel like,” he whispers, and then, when the shorts have reached your knees, and San breathes against where your cunt is soaked in your panties, he purrs, “you’re mine.”

His voice condenses warmly there, like a sweat, and you clench just by how raw your boyfriend speaks. The thought of him seeing your soaked cunt also just makes you run hot, and if it wasn’t for his elbow keeping you open, you would’ve closed down on him.

“Y- yeah?”, you shudder, as it seems that San is breathing in the lust-sodden heat from between your legs.

“Would you like to say it for me, sun? I would love to hear it…”

“I’m.. I’m y-yours, Sannie,” you choke out, and you are really not meaning to be as shaky as you are, but just when you thought you knew what you were about to get touched at your erogenous area, San has somehow managed to hover over your body and has bit into your lip, the darkness in front of you feeling even more blurry in front of your eyes due to the sudden gesture. “Hmmn–!”

San chuckles. “Aww, relax, sunshine. Trust me, Y/N, okay? I won’t hurt you, but if I do, just tell me. I’ll stop immediately,” he reassures the safety you find yourself in, despite not seeing anything in front of you. As you nod and let out a confident “Yes, Sannie,” with a deep breath in, San hums and pinches your nipples.

“Sannie!”, you whine out, and your voice cracks, when you feel his tongue circle your bud and his eyelashes flutter against your eye-collar, seemingly soothing the little surprise with his warm saliva. “Yes, sunny? Do you want me to stop?”, San asks, his cocky grin unmissable in his voice, his other thumb tickling your nipple.

“N- no, I-I mean–”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

His voice is slightly lispy from how your nipples are stuck between his lips, San softly sucking them in, pecking your flesh around with cottony kisses.

“Yes, good… v-very.”

“More?”

“Yes, yes, more.”

“You’re so cute, Y/N,” San laughs throatily, and then traces your silhouette, making you even woolier than before, a little squirm leaving your mouth, when his thumb meets your feverish crotch. “Your sounds,” San sighs, and presses his lips against your neck, his upper body slightly weighing into yours, as it seems that he’s holding himself up by grabbing into the backrest of the couch, “are my drug, baby.”

“Mmm-hm,” you answer, trying to keep your mind where his voice leads you, but you’re too busy feeling how San’s fingers sift slowly through your folds, softly, carefully, feeling every inch of slick squelch warmly around his digit. “Fuuuck,” San grunts into your ear, circling his fingertip around your clit, causing you to grab his wrist that has wandered to the top of your head. You have to gulp, and your boyfriend takes it as a sign to go a bit slower on you, but it doesn’t stop San whispering things to make you spiral into a hypnosis. “Fuck, sunshine, you’re so fucking sexy…”

A whimper leaves your opened mouth, as San chuckles in awe and coats his fingers with more of your arousal. “Is this what happens when you watch me play, sun? Getting all wet for Sun Set?”

It feels like your head is going to fall off your neck, when you softly nod up and down, San’s finger continuing to make you clench by stroking over your clit. “Th- this is what happens when,” you murmur, pushing down on his wrist as your lower abdomen continues to flutter and his lips nibble at your neck, his tongue working around a sensitive spot, “wh- when my boyfriend kisses me and then ignores me for an hour…”

“Aww, ignoring you?”, San whispers, easing his fingertip at your entrance, your hot hole immediately tightening around him, “I could never ignore you, my love…”

“Hngh, I don’t think so, Sannie… You were so concentrated on your drums…”

San whispers out, “I’m sorry”, as he curves his finger a little, caressing your inner skin fondly. You feel how thick his digit is and your glutes tense up. It doesn’t stop you from speaking your truths though.

“It’s okay, Sannie… It looked so… fucking… hot.”

“Really?” Your boyfriend gasps, always loving how you sneak in some brass into your words, and sucks lovesomely at your neck, his humming vibrating against your pulse, his finger pushing in through your arousal that gives him an easy entrance. “So say again, I made your head hurt because I’m so ‘fucking hot’, sunny?”

“Mhm,” you answer, and after San’s whole finger curls inside, you mewl out, “you’re the hottest man there is, Sannie– you’re– you’re so hot I don’t know what to do with myself. Only you can make me feel like this…”

“Fuuck…”

Your words seem to rile your boyfriend up very much, it is getting very difficult for San to not immediately run his fingers in and out, maintaining a slow pace that you feel expanding your tightness. “S- Sannie, you… you make me so crazy,” you whine out, his fingertip grazing over your sweet-spot, making you clench, “You make me feel so amazing, y- you are amazing, such a good musician and boyfriend, baby, you’re– nmmmh~!”

San couldn’t help himself and had to finally kiss you, his plump lips encasing your mouth, tongue running over yours the second he’s able to find contact. The warmth of his sweet saliva floods your mouth and you have to moan in some air.

“‘mmmsorry, sunny,” San mumbles, and you’re so sure that there’s a string of saliva connecting your lips, when he knocks his head back. “Couldn’t wait. Hehe.”

His lips peck yours, as he’s working his finger inside you, rotating it around your deepest spot. Sighs leave your mouth every chance you get, as you try to not be overflowed by the pleasure that’s stirring your guts and cutting off your breath.

“You feel so good,” you breathe out, “Can you feel it too, Sannie?”

“Hmm?” San is more than a bit out of breath now, warming up the fabric over your eyes with the loud exhaling through his nose.

“Can you feel how… Can you feel how much I love you?”, you ask, but before San can answer you, you grip into his wrist again, gathering your confidence through your pleasure, “How fucking aroused I am because of you?”

“God, Y/N, I can feel it,” San huffs, and then pants with his cock twitching at your unforeseen blunt courage, “You’re so wet for me… Only for me… Oh, sunshine, I love you so much.”

Though you can’t see how he’s biting his lip in excitement, San is moving his finger in and out of your hole while shuffling to your lower body, gripping your ankles with his free hand to gently place them over his shoulders.

“Sun, can I eat you out first?”, San asks, his voice running warmly over your abdomen, as he licks his fingers clean, “You can wait for me, can’t you, Y/N?”

“Wait for you–?”, you whirr, feeling exactly how thick and calloused San’s finger is inside you, lubed up by his spit, not being able to feel anything else, “Wait for wh- what?”

“Wait for me to fuck you, because right now, sunshine, I want to, god no, I need to eat you out, please, baby.”

Overwhelmed by his sudden lust-soaked rambling, you’re left with no other chance than to search for San’s neck, trail up his head and grab your boyfriend by his hair, let it tangle between your fingers, as San breathes against your dripping pussy. “Mnhh, do whatever you want tonight, Sannie. I want you to.”

“I want you, Y/N. ‘Want you so fucking much, sun… God, I don’t know how I waited, either.”

You chuckle and feel how the couch brushes against your back, leaving some phantom scratching there, after San pulls you closer by your hips, his forearms stationed around your pelvic bone.

“... So worth though, fuck.”

A sigh escapes your opened mouth, as San licks up your cunt one time, his hot tongue gliding up the wetness with ease. “Hngh,” you grunt, pulling San’s hair, and since your boyfriend hasn’t re-entered his finger, you clench around nothing, needing to be stuffed again, preferably by his cock.

“You taste so fucking good,” San grunts back, already sounding like he’s drunk and delirious, lapping over your clit with his tongue while panting like a dog, “so so fucking delicious, sunny.”

“S- Sannie, oh my god,” you react to how your boyfriend sprints over your sensitive nub, your heightened senses drowning you in your own slick, as you hear how San’s tongue creates squelching, wet sounds.

“Hmmm? Feels good, huh?”

“Sannie, s-so good, god– you’re so– fuck fuck fuck–”

“What am I?”, San asks tauntingly. It seems he’s found some fun in the manner you’re tripping over your own words at the cause of his tongue. You don’t need to see him to know he’s grinning, you can feel that he’s enjoying himself by how his chuckle heats up your cunt even more. “Tell me, sunny, what am I?”

“You’re so– good! Sannie! Fuck, Sannie, you’re gonna make me–”

“Make you cum? Already?”, San grins, his fingers working you a beat that could only be described as irregular, him pumping in and out and licking you up and down so fast, he leaves you no time to recover from the last thunderous pleasure. “God, I love you so much, ‘m gonna make you cum so fucking often, all the time,” San murmurs, letting his mind roam free, your arousal coating his lips and tongue, while you tug his hair to keep yourself from choking on your own breath, as it becomes more stagnated and needier, filling out your lungs with helpless pleas.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, oh my god,” you whimper, eyes rolling back that you are seeing bliss and bliss only.

“Gonna cum?”, San husks and thrums against your sweet spot until your thighs tense up, “are you cumming, sunny?”, his fingers continuing to ram into you, “cumming for me?”

“Yes, uh- oh my god, yes, yes, yes–”, it splurts out of you, “yes, yes, yes, YES!”

“Thaaaat’s it…”

You push your legs together, San’s head clutched between your thighs, as his tongue runs over your clit that little stars begin to form in front of your unseeing eyes, your first orgasm resonating through your body, his voice vibrating on your cunt.

“Good girl…”

“F- f- fuck,” you whimper, your stomach crunching together, and you feel San’s thumb caress your abdomen, as he places wet kisses all across your pussy.

“Sannie,” you breathe out, falling to the back in exhaustion, as your boyfriend pulls away and kisses all of your legs down to the calves, folding you together even more.

“Yes, sun?”, he asks, and massages your hips.

“I wanna see you, Sannie...”

“Oh yeah?”, San chuckles.

You nod and tug at the bandana around your eyes, but it’s too tight. “Please, Sannie, I wanna see you so bad… I wanna see my handsome boyfriend,” you murmur, your cunt still pulsating between your legs, barely recovered from your orgasm.

“Yeah?”, San hums and leans forward, his jeans pressed against your wetness, as he gets his hands behind your head and loosens up the knot. “Careful, sun,” he whispers, kissing your temple, as he slowly removes the fabric from your eyelids, the dimmed lights flickering into your vision.

“There you go,” San hums and slides the bandana away, letting it sit behind your head, as he looks down at you. Your eyes struggle to see immediately and you have to strain your eyebrows, but your boyfriend patiently just watches your pretty face get used to seeing again. “Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh,” you answer and blink with some force. San slithers his hand against your neck, his thumb sitting at your jaw, as your eyesight assuredly returns.

There he is, grinning, just like you expected him to, but what you didn’t expect is how absolutely messy you’ve made him. His red, fiery hair is disheveled, ruffled, sticking out to all kinds of directions, his lips are puffy and still wet from kissing you and eating you out, his thin breath leaving his mouth.

“Felt good, huh?”, San asks, rather rhetorically, as you subconsciously lean your face into his handhold, in awe of how handsome your boyfriend is and how lucky you are he’s yours, as his lips peck yours.

“Mhm,” you chuckle, a bit weakly, but with your hands skidding along his sweaty silhouette, it should become quite clear that you’re not finished. “I want more, Sannie, please.”

“Aww, can’t get enough of me?”, your boyfriend croons and lets another hand slide behind your waist to– “I’ll get you all you want, my love,” make you sit on his lap, or rather on his abs, after he tilts his body to the back with you in his arms and scuffs his baggy pants from his legs.

“Speaking of which, I thought we might wait until we’re home,” San admits and kicks his jeans away, “so I got no condoms on me, sunshine.”

“Mmm, Sannie, you know we’re okay,” you smile and kiss him. “Your bandmates don’t care about stuff like this…”

“Sorry for caring about you?”, San grins and pinches the tip of your nose. “So you’re fine with me just pulling out, yeah?”, he asks, as if you haven’t talked about this over and over again, but you keep on that smile and caress his cheek.

“Yes, Sannie. It’s all okay, and I want you so bad right now, please.”

“Alright,” San smirks and kisses you back, propping up his legs, so you slide onto his crotch.

“How do you want it?”, he asks, and you can feel how hard and throbbing hot he is in his boxer shorts, as you grind on his length. “I-I don’t know, Sannie, I want it all,” you laugh, airily, your slick adding to the wet patch that has been created by his pre-cum.

“You wanna watch me how I fuck into you?”, San prompts, and kisses your collarbones. “Uh-huh,” you sigh and throw your head to the back. “Please fuck me so you can see what a mess you make me, Sannie.”

San laughs. “I already saw that, sun,” he says, playfully teasing you, and gently grabs your legs, so he can lift you up and get his legs away from the couch and his feet on the floor.

You sit on the couch how a couch is supposed to be used, your back leaning into the cushion, San now standing in front of you, cups his own erection through his boxer shorts, grunting into his hand.

“This is your fault,” he says, snickering, pulling off his underwear, his cock bolting out, after it passes his waistband. “God, Y/N, how could I ever concentrate on my drums when I have my perfect girlfriend sitting in front of me, huh?”

You press your lips together, ignoring the fact that Sun Set can, in fact, concentrate on his drums, but San is merely explaining to you that with every song he plays passionately, uses his all of his body to accompany the music with energy, you, Y/N, live in his mind to excite him.

San gets your legs between his arms, anchoring your inner knees at his bicep, and your hand works automatically to grab his erection and pump it.

Realizing you haven’t given him an answer because you were just too amazed by his body, you inhale to speak, but San leans down and kisses you solicitously.

“Sunshine,” he breathes out, looking you deep in the eye, as his forehead is almost pressed against yours, “can you put it in by yourself?”

You lick your lips, the last kiss lingering ardently on the flesh and lead San’s cockhead to where your cunt is waiting, ready for his girth.

“Sunny,” San grunts, and as your hole stretches out with his pelvis driving inwards, he kisses you on your neckline repeatedly. “I love you so much, I love how you sound, feel and look like, how good you are to me,” he rambles, immediately sinking into a place of pleasure. “I love everything about you, Y/N.”

He may not be a singer, not even a background vocal, but off-stage, San always makes sure you know what a great girlfriend you are by moaning, whimpering and groaning it, sometimes just to himself– mindlessly thrusting into you, or directly into your ear, so his voice buzzes through your head.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you whine, head falling to the back and bouncing against the backrest after his whole length is inside you, “So good, Sannie, please don’t stop.”

San confirms your comfort and hauls his hips backwards to snap inside again with a slight smack against your hamstrings. You both moan and once San has found a steady pace, the room fills with your voices and sounds of your skin meeting in a clap.

“Harder,” you grunt, and this is San’s command he will never not listen to, even when he’s still working his hips in and out of you, figuring out a way to comply immediately. He grins wide and goes through his hair, before he leans deeper into your body, taking a step closer as he does so– repeating your words by chuckling, “harder?”, folding your knees together and pushing them over to the side.

“Y- yes, please.”

“Harder,” San repeats again, and exhales the word out his mouth, his hand gripping into your hip. “As,” he grunts, thrusting into your cunt with all he’s got, “you,” again, while fixating you in place, “wish,” and again, “my love.”

You both inhale some air, but out of your mouth, it comes out a distorted moan, when San picks up in speed and rams himself into you with no mercy, barely any opportunities to secure yourself on the cushion beneath you. The couch begins to squeak with San’s rough movement, your body being rocked over, and your head becomes light, the expanding tickle in your abdomen binding itself together into a knot of pure pleasure that’s preparing to release.

Silence is sweet, but clamor can be so savory; the sounds of the springs under the cushions mix up with his stagnated gasping, and with San’s absolute undefeatable sense for rhythm makes it sound like he’s creating a drumbeat with his body, the couch bangs against the wall, increasingly sending your brain into overdrive. San’s cockhead hits the deepest spot in your cunt repeatedly, over and over again, pushing your buttons that makes you feel like your thoughts are leaving your head within your whiny moans.

“Oh, fuuu-uuuck,” you gutter, voicing out your pleasure through all of the rutting, your eyes disappearing behind your head, and San’s neck shimmers in sweat, his Adam’s apple glistening, as he unfalteringly shoves forward and outward, grunts and groans reverberating in his throat. His face is tightened together, mouth remaining open, as he watches you slowly lose it, the prettiest of sounds entering his ear which boost his stamina.

“Fuck, sun, I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he whimpers and rams himself through you, his hips working desperately for his release, ignoring how the couch is being unsettled and broken with each of his hard thrusts, and his hand is dug so deep in your hip, the skin has turned slightly red. “Are you cumming?”, he grunts, and despite how much your head is bobbing anyway, you nod and whine out, “yes, yes, yes, Sannie, I’m cumming–!”

Your eyelids feel heavy, and your body floats in orchestral pleasure as you cum on San’s relentless cock, gripping into the couch with your fingernails, as your back arches, cunt tightening around San.

“God, baby, I love you so much, I love you so so much, Y/N, my sunshine, my–”

San pistons his cock into your puffy pussy with an unmeasurable speed, the shrill squeaking of the springs overtoning his needy whines, the banging against the wall being resemblant of his rough body-movement, and droplets of sweat drop of your body, as your boyfriend pulls your over by your hip. His hot cum spurts out and lands on his own abs, as well on your stomach, and you heave in exhaustion, laughing weakly.

His hand pumps out the last drops of ejaculation out his cock, and even if his cock remains hard and twitching, San falls to the front and hugs your sweaty body, kissing your cheek and lip alternately.

“That was,” you chuckle, watching how San has to brush his drenched mane to the back, “amazing, Sannie.”

“Yeah?”, your boyfriend asks and strokes your shoulder. “You forgive me?”

“Hm?”

“For the headaches, sun. Do you feel better now?”

You snicker and share a short, but very gentle kiss with San. “I feel so good, Sannie, thank you.”

His dimples pop out and San fetches your clothes, whilst rubbing his head against yours, nuzzling his temple into your scalp. “I’m glad I could relieve you, sunshine.”

San turns his head around and searches for something to clean up the cum with, and all he finds is his bandana on the couch. “Hey, I’ll wash this, alright?”, he laughs, when you send him a judgmental look, and to calm you down he pecks your forehead.

“Help me get my clothes on, please,” you murmur, and as you feel your body going lax, San immediately grabs your underwear, shorts and his hoodie so you don’t feel cold again. “Mm, I should get you more of my stuff,” he smiles, after he’s put the oversized clothing on you, “you look so cute in my hoodie, sunny.”

“Really?”, you answer, voice guttural, feeling a bit sheepish under San’s affectionate gaze, you being the only one that’s clothed, while he remains pretty much naked, skin sweaty and steaming.

“Yes, love, but honestly, you always look amazing, Y/N...”

Your eyes were drooping down, but you couldn’t have missed how San’s voice was deeper and huskier than it should have been.

“Baby… Please… I’m exhausted…”

When you squint, San is licking and biting his lower lip and because he is so exposed, you can see how his cock is glistening again, while you can only leave out a sigh. Your boyfriend’s stamina and energy should be studied…

“Sorry, you’re just so hot,” San chuckles out and gets his boxer shorts on. “Body and mind do what they want sometimes.”

“... And you want me, I get it, okay… God, Sannie.”

“Yeah. I want you so much.”

You, sat on the couch, watch him again, Sun Set, how he’s scratching his neck, his impassioned pulse beating in his muscular chest, beating for your gaze, you, his girlfriend’s voice, your words, your entrancing existence, the melody that guides him through his life.

A playful chuckle whirs in the silent practice room, and your eyes meet his, as you look up to San.

“I guess we’ve got to take a shower at home.”

Give me a command, and I'll do what you ask 'Cause my favorite music's your "Uh, uh"

related hard thought "for you(r) love" : read it here

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noellawrites · 2 months

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Distance - dark!Sonny Carisi x sibling!reader

summary: your big brother Sonny comes home to visit and finds he has a lot to catch up on.

warnings: incest (kissing and touching), forced touching

notes: reader is gender neutral/no gendered terms, although ‘sweetheart’, ‘kid’, ‘kiddo’ and ‘baby’ are all used as terms of endearment.

requested by and written for @rafaslittleboy ❤️

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You usually kept your distance from your older brother. It was easy most of the time. He had a busy job as an ADA, a girlfriend (whom you didn't like) and her kids in the mix, not to mention the two of you living in completely different boroughs.

Deep down, there was one reason above all others, though. You both loved each other... in a way that wasn't normal for siblings.

When the holidays came around, it was unavoidable. Your siblings brought their kids or step-kids or husbands or partners and you were always just there, alone, listening to your Italian-American family get louder and louder as the night progressed.

And today was definitely not an exception.

The whole family was home celebrating your parents’ wedding anniversary. It was different from the typical family holidays where everyone and their own families came, sharing sleeping bags and blow up mattresses.

"(y/n), are there any boys or girls we should know about?” Gina’s voice cut through the room as the rest of your sisters and your brother turned around to watch your reaction closely. Your family was quite protective and romantic relationships were no exception. You and Bella still talk about how much you hate Amanda behind her back.

“No, I’m not really into the dating scene. I’m too busy with school and work,” you explain. Everyone nods in understanding and goes back to their conversations. All but Sonny, whose gaze lingers on you for another moment.

After dinner, you take a seat on the couch next to your niece, Mia, who was basically the same age as you so it felt weird calling her your niece. Amanda's kids somehow still hadn't run out of energy, so they were running around the kitchen and dining room. You said a silent prayer for your ma's china cabinet.

You nodded along deftly to the discussion, which had recently descended into an argument about having a family vacation next summer. It got hard to fake your interest after a while, so you decided to excuse yourself and go upstairs.

Checking your phone, you realized how late it was. You hoped to god that Amanda wouldn't be staying over. The last time that happened, you had to sleep on the couch while her two daughters got to sleep in your bed.

You crept into Sonny's childhood room, relics of his past still gracing the walls. Old sports trophies, stuffed animals, old toys.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a large book peeking out of his bookshelf. You remembered this vividly: it was one of the Carisi family photo albums.

You inch it off of the shelf and carry it over to Sonny's bed, sitting down on it while flipping open the photo book.

You skimmed through pictures of him as an altar server at your family's church, school field trips, pictures from the Police Academy, old girlfriends, family vacations.

And then you came to the page. The very first image was your mother holding her small bump, looking old and exhausted, pregnant at almost fifty. A twenty-three year old Sonny with his arms around her. You kept flipping. A messy-haired Sonny holding his little infant sibling and looking so proud.

You thought looking through the photos would help you realize how wrong you felt, but the lump in your throat grew. There were so many more photos of you and Sonny.

“Hey kid, what’cha doin’?”

Your heart banged in your chest and you turned your head, seeing your brother leaning against the doorframe.

“I-I’m sorry, Sonny—“ you said, hurriedly shutting the photo album and setting it on the floor.

“Nah, don’t be sorry. I look at ‘em sometimes too, feels like just yesterday I was holdin’ ‘ya in my arms,” he smiles, walking over and sitting next to you on his bed.

Your bodies draw into each other and you instinctively lean into his chest. There was something so special about your big brother, so much comfort in the fact that he’s always been there for you.

“I’m happy ‘ya home, kiddo. I miss seein’ ‘ya,” he smiles, ruffling your hair.

“I miss seeing you too. It’s not the same, living without my big brother,” you sigh.

You look up at your brother. Since he’d been promoted to detective and sent to Manhattan’s Special Victims Unit, you’ve noticed changes in him.

“I miss 'ya too, but it won't be too bad, me livin' in Manhattan. 'Ya always welcome to come 'n stay, kiddo," he says, and you nod, giving him a tight smile.

As you lean back into his chest, you feel his fingers tracing lower, lingering past your waist, in a move disguised as comfort.

"'Ya body's changed a lot since I last saw 'ya. Lookin' real good, kid. Really growin' up," he hums.

A soft blush rises up your cheeks. “That’s what happens when you’re too busy with work to come visit us,” you nudge playfully.

“I’m gonna change that, kiddo. I’m gonna be ‘round here a lot more, gonna make sure I ain’t missin’ nothin’,” he reassures.

You turn and press your face into the soft fabric of Sonny’s dress shirt, inhaling the smell of his woodsy cologne and bergamot laundry detergent.

“Good,” you smile, reaching a finger up to play with one of his shirt buttons.

Sonny looks down at your soothed expression as you toy with his shirt playfully. After stealing a quick glance at the door, he looks down and puts his hand over yours.

“Why don’t we take this off, hm?” he asks, starting to unbutton his shirt from the top.

Now, it was your turn to look at the door, still slightly ajar. Your heart pounded at the thought of one of your family members catching you in such a compromising situation with your brother.

“Go close it, sweetheart,” he orders, placing his hand on your cheek softly. You nod and mechanically obey.

You turn back around to see your big brother leaned back against the headboard, smirking, shirt open to expose his chest and slightly rounded stomach.

“Whatever this is… we shouldn’t be doing it,” you say hesitantly.

“Nah it’ll be our lil’ secret, kiddo. Been wantin’ ‘ya like this f’so long,” he groans.

You glance back to the door, even though you know you’ve already shut and locked it.

All of a sudden, your brother’s hand pulls you onto the bed and into his lap, laughing at your skittishness.

“Kiddo, ain’t nobody gonna hear us, alright? Banged plenty’a chicks in this room ‘n my day,” he laughs, reaching up to cup your cheek. “Jus’ gotta focus on me, hm?”

You lay across his parted legs, both of you shimmying further down the bed so you could lay comfortably on top of him. You could feel his hardening member against your legs and it made you want to curl up and turn away from him.

But you couldn’t.

Your big brother leans up slightly, placing his soft lips on yours. He deepens the kiss and you let out an accidental, blissful moan.

“‘Ya like that, baby?” he asks, amused, one eyebrow cocked.

You lean up to meet his lips and he sticks his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss, touching all over your body as you focus on him.

“Sonny, n-no—“ you gasp, moving his hand away from where it rested, toying with the band of your underwear with his long fingers.

“‘S okay baby, gonna feel good,” he promises, fingers dancing below the elastic and touching your nerve-filled skin.

As Sonny sticks a finger inside your hole, you try to hide your pained, uncomfortable wince.

Sonny leans into your lips again, kissing you passionately and leading you into a heated makeout session. You weren’t quite sure what to do except follow his lead, so you push your hand down to his crotch and rub at his hard cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart!” he hisses, mouth hanging open.

“Is th-this okay?” you squeak, eyes wide.

“God, kiddo, yeah, ‘s more than okay,” he moans, throwing his head back.

You’re not sure what else to do, so you lean down and give him a few soft kisses on his long, open neck.

You’d seen people do that on TV and it seemed to make them feel good, so you figured it couldn’t hurt.

“Pull ‘ma cock out, sweetheart,” he breathes, guiding your fingers to his pants zipper.

“Sonny, I-I don’t know if—“

“C’mon, sweetheart. ‘Ya wanna make ‘ya big brotha’ feel good, right? Wanna make me happy?” he urges.

“I-I guess so,” you say, voice wavering.

As you feel around to grab his cock and pull it out of his boxers, you hear your mom’s voice ring out from downstairs.

“Dessert is ready, everyone!” she calls, immediately causing an uproar from Amanda’s rowdy children and Bella’s little one that you could hear all the way upstairs.

You and Sonny looked at each other, wide-eyed.

“Go downstairs, kid. I gotta take care’a this first. ‘N later, we’ll have s’more fun,” he promises, giving you a dizzying kiss on the lips before nudging you off the bed.

You turn and walk to the door, your brother behind you jerking his cock off with labored breaths.

You opened the door, walked through and closed it behind you, knowing nothing would ever be the same between you.

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grapementos · 1 year

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How would Mha characters react when they find out your injured? (Requesting for Bakugo,Izuku,Kirishima,Aizawa and Denki! More can be added to ur liking!) ❤️

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『 ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛʟʏ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. 』

⤷ ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴋ. ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ, ᴋ. ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ, ɪ. ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ, ᴇ. ᴋɪʀɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ, ꜱ. ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⤷ ᴄᴡ: ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ, ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ

you’d been too confident, too sure of the power that your quirk held. you misstepped, miscalculated, was three steps behind the villain as they swept you off your feet—not in the good way.

your head slammed against the ground as your legs crumpled beneath you, your ears ringing so loud it hurt your brain. your vision blurred, but you fought to focus again.

just as the villain moved to strike again, you rolled over and jumped to your feet, using the adrenaline to attack when they weren’t looking.

thankfully, your blow landed, but thanks to their quirk, it mirrored the damage and sent you flying.

you groaned as your back met a solid wall, the taste of iron filling your mouth, “fuck.”

thankfully, your head was left unscathed this time around, so you were able to pull yourself back up and strategize. adrenaline ran hot through your body, numbing the pain of the two recent attacks.

you attacked, but without your quirk, staying out of their line of vision. finally, when they weren’t paying attention, you used your quirk to finish the job.

you slapped some cuffs on them and called the police and then one of your sidekicks, letting them know your state and that you wouldn’t be able to make it back on your own.

once you hung up, you dropped down against the wall, the pain finally caught up to you, red-hot all over your body as you slowly slipped out of consciousness.

❥ katsuki stormed into the infirmary of your agency, wildly searching for you. the moment he laid eyes on you, relief evident all over his face.

“oh god, are you okay?” he grabbed your hand, squeezing it tight.

you coughed, your free hand resting on your ribs, “yeah. just a little banged up.” you lifted your shirt, showing the blossoming bruises, “you should see the other guy.”

he wasn’t laughing, not even smiling, “why didn’t you call for backup?”

“thought i could take ‘em.” you mumbled, a little embarrassed at your own weakness, “sorry.”

he sighed and shook his head, skimming his thumb over the back of your hand, “we can talk about it later. i’m just glad you’re okay. no permanent damage?”

you shook your head, “just a crap ton of pain. concussed. too much light hurts my eyes.”

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “i’ll stay with you and make sure it’s as dark as you need it to be.”

“thanks, kats.” you smiled, giving his hand a light squeeze, “thanks for coming.”

“of course, baby. the moment i found out you were hurt, i started running over here.”

“you ran?” you giggled but stopped once the pain in your side grew to be too much.

“yeah, was a couple blocks away. don’t laugh, i don’t want you to get more hurt.” he frowned.

“‘kay, i wont. i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

❥ kaminari nearly stumbled over himself as he busted into the infirmary, eyes already red-rimmed after he’d heard the news. you felt the nervous energy buzzing off of him as soon as he stepped into the room, a faint hum being heard as his quirk interacted with the lights.

once he saw you, he was immediately by your side, hands on your cheeks, “are you okay?”

he was just a bit too loud, hurting your already throbbing head.

once he noticed you wince, he apologized and spoke at a whisper, “sorry, love. how are you feeling?”

you nodded, “i’m okay. just bruised and have a bit of a concussion.”

his face was pained just at the thought of you being hurt, “as soon as we get out of here, we’re gonna lay down, watch movies with the blinds closed and lights off, and take it easy.”

you smiled at the idea, “sounds amazing, kami.”

he kissed your hand, “then hurry up and get better, okay?”

you nodded, slowly and carefully scooting over to make some room for him on the bed, "lay with me?"

he grinned, carefully claiming the spot next to you. it was a tight fit, but he was able to lay by your side without causing you any pain.

"think i'm gonna nap." you mumbled, looking at him with tired eyes.

"alright, i'll be right by your side, baby."

❥ midoriya was a mess when he finally walked through the door, having stopped at the store to pick up anything you might have needed, including an extra pair of clothes.

"sorry i didn't get here sooner," he placed the items on the bureau, "i thought you might need some food and clothes. i know your quirk takes a lot out of you, not to mention your injuries, so--"

"izu," you stopped him, squeezing your eyes shut, "just come be with me, please."

he shut up, making his way over to you, "how're you feeling?"

"i'm okay. i should've called for backup," you reached out for his hand, linking your pinkie with his.

"yeah, you should've, but now you'll know for next time." he assured, "i'm just so relieved that you're okay. i hate that you don't have a partner."

"don't." you stopped him, cause you knew exactly where this conversation was going, "you're not quitting your agency and joining mine or vice versa. we're doing good, izu. this was just a bump in the road."

he sighed, pulling up a chair next to your bed, "yeah. okay. i know you can handle yourself, but it still scares me."

you smiled, "well, i may not have one for all, but i can handle myself. i just got cocky today. i'm okay, izuku. we're okay."

he nodded, seemingly convinced by your words, "alright, i trust you. now, get your rest. i'll be here."

you kissed his hand, "i know you will."

❥ kirishima all but tore the door off its hinges to get into your room. he was by your side faster than you could've even kept up with, worry and fear evident in his eyes.

"are you okay? your commissioner called me an--and, i came straight here--they didn't give me any specifics, i just--"

"woah, eiji," you grabbed his hand, placing it over your heart, "feel it? i'm okay. just got thrown around a little. kinda part of this whole hero deal."

he calmed down at the feeling of your heart thrumming against his palm, an significant amount of stress rolling off his body in waves, "yeah, okay." he whispered, getting his bearings, "sorry, sorry, i just.. i assumed the worst."

"i know you did. you always do, but i'm here, and we're together, and everything's okay." you assured, intertwining your fingers with his, "i just wanna go home w'you already."

"i know, but i think they're gonna keep you here overnight," he frowned, "i'll stay here with you. sleep on a chair or something."

"you can sleep with me, ei." you rolled your eyes but immediately regret it when even that hurt your head, "just don't crush me in your sleep."

he shook his head, "no way. i can't risk that. really, i'll just ask for a cot or something."

you knew he wouldn't budge, so you nodded, "fine. but you're holding my hand all night."

he grinned for the first time, showing you that blinding, sharp smile that you love, "duh."

❥ despite how calm he usually was, aizawa swung the door open to the infirmary, scared and a bit angry.

"do you want me to scold you before or after i ask if you're okay?" he frowned, approaching your bed.

"get it over with." you couldn't help but grin, ready for the reminder of all the mistakes you made that landed you in the infirmary in the first place.

he narrowed his eyes, "backup, y/n. the entire point of having sidekicks and being a hero out in the public eye is that you have backup--visibility. you're strong, but you're too self-reliant."

"you think i'm strong?"

his eye twitched. he really didn't see the humor in your situation, but it was you, and he could never stay mad at you, "y/n, you're insufferable, but i'm being serious. being a hero means knowing when to call for help, so please, for my sanity and your health, can you master that skill?"

you sighed, knowing he was right, "yeah, i can. i'm sorry. i just got cocky after i moved up in the ranks this past week."

"that's why i chose underground," he muttered, "numbers get in your head and make you think you're invincible, like some omnipotent god."

you giggled, holding onto your side as pain flared up, "not this again. you're never gonna persuade me to be an underground hero. i am an omnipotent god."

"and that's how you wound up here, in an infirmary." he pinched the bridge of his nose, "you're gonna be the death of me."

"at least you'll go out with a bang," you grinned, reaching up for his hand.

he grabbed it, placing a kiss atop, "true, darling. very true."

a/n: woooo, thanks for the request. funny story: i actually started writing bakugo’s part and then it became like,,, 1.5k long,,, so i’m doing a stand-alone for him!!

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jaeyums · 11 months

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Just One More (Teaser)

Pairings - Fratboy!Haechan x reader (lowkey x dreamies)

Word Count - 800

Content Warning - smut (obvi), angst, slight corruption kink, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving), fingering, drinking, loss of virginity, Fratboy!Haechan (kinda), Toxic!Haechan, mentions of drowning (what??) pls lmk if I missed anything

Summary - You curse your new neighbours for partying what feels like every night, the booming bass making it impossible to sleep. Fed up, you finally ask them to turn it down, but when you’re forced to make a seemingly harmless deal, things spiral faster than you ever could’ve imagined.

A/N - This is my first ever post so pls lmk how y’all like it :,) if this is received well, part 1 will be coming very soooon

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The thin walls of your shitty apartment vibrate violently, being pushed back and forth by the angry bass of the song being blasted next door.

Ever since your new neighbours moved into the suite next to your place, you have had little peace.

Usually you tough out these late night parties, not wanting to be that annoying neighbour, though it was clear they did not share that same concern.

But tonight was different, you couldn’t afford to tough it out. You had a midterm tomorrow that you were trying your best to study for, and you had an early morning shift to go to before said exam.

Having reached your breaking point, you shove yourself back from your desk, causing a pen or two to roll onto your bedroom floor.

The next thing you know, you’re banging on your neighbours door, beating it in the hopes they’ll hear your knocks above the music and chaos.

After what felt like an eternity, you sigh in defeat, your hand burning slightly, as you decide to give up. Just as you turn to leave you hear a click and the door slides open.

You feel the determined rage dissipate as a tall boy with messy black hair and doe-like eyes stare down at you curiously. His gaze lingering too long as he looks you up and down, and you suddenly feel self conscious as you realize you didn’t changing out of your pjs before trying to break down his door.

Your short shorts mostly covered with an oversized top that hung lazily off your shoulder quickly felt all too revealing, especially with the lack of bra causing your nipples to slightly peak through the fabric.

You finally break the silence between you two, arms crossing over your chest.

“Hey sorry, I’m your neighbour. Um, Would you mind turning the music down please?”

He meets your eyes, a mischievous smirk slowly growing.

“Why should I? I pay for this apartment, I should be able to do what I want in it shouldn’t I?”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised by his cocky entitlement.

“Please, I’m trying to study and I have a really early shift tomorrow. Could you keep it down just for tonight?”

Normally you’d challenge someone like him, but you knew you didn’t have the energy to pull this argument off and come out victorious.

“Well since you asked so nicely, I’ll think about it.”

He pauses, pretending to scrunch his eyebrows deep in thought, even bringing his finger up to scratch his head cartoonishly.

“Okay, I’ve thought about it. I’ll keep it dead quiet in here for the rest of the night, but on one condition.”

You feel relief wash over you, knowing that your ears might finally get some rest tonight.

“Okay fine, what is it?”

“You have to come to my party tomorrow.”

He leans in, his forearm against the doorway grinning, knowing you don’t really have a choice. By this point one of the other party goers had approached the door wondering what’s going on.

“Is the pizza here or something?”

A boy peaks is head through the doorway, pushing the door back further so he can get a better look.

“Oh not pizza but definitely something I’m hungry for.”

He says with a joking grin, met with a light shove from the other boy.

“Jeno, our friend here was just telling us how excited she is to come to the next party, right?”

The boy named Jeno looks to you for confirmation.

“Dunno Haechan, she doesn’t look too excited.”

They both laugh, like some inside joke you just weren’t in on. You shift awkwardly, this exchange having already taken up too much of your study time.

“Okay, I’ll come. But the second I hear music blasting again the deal is off.”

“I promise it’ll stay silent.”

Haechan says, holding his heart mockingly. With that you turn to return to your room, but as you do you here someone behind you take a sharp inhale, eliciting a laugh from the other. You turn around to see there eyes trailed down your body, but they quickly close the door before you can say anything.

You roll your eyes, once again cursing yourself for your hurriedness when leaving your place.

Sinking back into your desk chair, you realize the music has since stopped entirely. It was so quiet you wondered if the boys were even still there. But you wouldn’t waste another second, and got right back to studying, blissfully unaware of what was yet to come.

#idk what im doing #haechan smut #lee donghyuck #nct smut #nct haechan #nct dream #nct dream smut #dreamies #haechan x reader #toxic #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #frat boy #nct fanfic #haechan fanfic #Just One More

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rr311 · 1 year

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𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 \\ 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘀, 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗿, 𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶 𝗳

¡𝗮𝗻; I came up with a series to do. It’s a reader x street racer with the jjk guys 😛, it’s going to be maybeee a three parter? Maybe more (i still have to decide) but for now enjoy 🤫. Another thing, it’s like a story but it’s with three other characters with their own storylines you know? (Next parts gonna be wayyyy longer, this was like an introduction)

𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼

- 𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟴𝘁𝗵 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟯 𝟵:𝟯𝟬𝗽𝗺

↳ He was shot in the stomach after a brawl out and stumbled across your bakery. Black Reader)

“See you later (Y/N)! Be safe tonight.” (Random name) said waving bye as you did the same with a smile on your face, “You too (Random Name)!” They chuckled in return walking out the door hearing the bell chime as the door opened and closed. You sighed to yourself looking at the empty bakery deciding to close up early tonight, no one’s gonna come in this late anyway. You thought walking into the back to grab a dust pan and broom getting started to sweep, it was completely silent through out the bakery except your quiet hums humming to a song. You continued to sweep around the room cleaning up any trash that was on the floor, any lost items or what not, when you got done sweeping you went towards the display that had the delicious goodies on display, sliding open the glass door starting to remove them putting them in container boxes to ship out to the shelter.

9:30pm

You smiled at the thought of their faces lighting up when seeing you drop off your pastries, it warms your heart every time you would go to deliver them. Remembering all their praises saying how good and well done your sweets tasted, you giggled remembering the time when the kids practically begged you to stay and bake for them. As you continued to be in your thoughts you didn’t realize the bell chimed till hearing a soft groan approach after, you froze in your place thinking if you should see who it was or call the police…..I’ll call the police.

You quickly whipped out your phone to dial 911, peaking up from the glass counter to see who the person came in was..only to come to your surprise that it was a white haired man with blood dripping from his shirt onto your floor. Your eyes widened at the sight dropping your phone onto the ground surprised and confused. There’s a man..in my bakery..with a stab wound!? Your heart began speeding up of what to do, should i call an ambulance..should i help? You didn’t know what to do!! You were freaking out confused of what to do, you can’t just leave him there bleeding out onto your floor he’ll die!.

Your eyes were stuck on him as you walked slowly from the counter making your way towards him, “M-Maybe we should call an ambula-“ “No.” He interrupted shaking his head as he clenched onto the wound with a pained face making your eyebrows furrow, “But you’re bleeding out..really bad. If you loose anymore blood you’ll die.” You said with wide eyes imagining this man dying on your floor, in response he chuckled looking at you through his bangs with low lidded eyes shaking his head once again, “Like i said..no ambulance. If i can get to my friend i’ll be fine,” He said standing up straight but you weren’t convinced, you don’t know how far or who this friend is but anymore walking and using up his energy he’ll pass out. Biting your lip in conflict you thought..if i let him leave he’ll die..ugh! Just thinking about a person dying made your heart wretch, thinking of a final answer you grabbed ahold of his arm placing it over your shoulder,

“Then I’ll help you.”

Oh man. Who knew your night would end up like this, YOU didn’t that’s for sure. You dragged the unknown white haired man to the back of your bakery placing him ontop of a old box leaning him against the wall hearing a grunt of pain, telling him a small sorry as you turned around to get your supplies. You grabbed some bandages, cleaning wipe, scissors and alcohol, when you came back you cleared your throat placing the stuff down next to you looking at him who looked back at you, you nervously walked towards him kneeling in front of him looking up at him, “Uhm..is it okay if i cut off your shirt? I have to look at the wound and i don’t want to hurt you by pulling off your shi- oh!.” You didn’t even finish your sentence before the man pulled off his shirt throwing it besides him looking at you with a raised brow, you cleared your throat averted your eyes away from those..nice and beautiful ab- GET IT TOGETHER.

“Well that works too..uhm this might hurt.” You mumbled pouring some alcohol on the cleaning pad dapping the blood up from his skin hearing his hiss in pain, automatically you pulled your hand away, “I’m sorry! Just bare with me..” You said starting to feel bad now, the man looked down at you with a grin seeing how shy and hesitant you are. She’s cute..he thought. Once you finished up dapping up all the blood you could finally see the wound, you leaned forward a little to see how bad it was and..well.

It’s bad.

It was deep..like real deep. How is this guy still alive?. “He’s gonna need stitches.” You mumbled not realizing you spoke out loud till he groaned playfully saying, “I hate stitches, they’re a pain in the ass really.” Your eyes widened looking at him fast, “How’d you know i-.” “You we’re talking out loud.” What is up with this guy and interrupting? in response you said a small oh biting your lip, “Yeah sorry..I think out loud a lot. It’s just been a habit for a minute.” You chuckled lowly leaning over to grab the clear gloves and the tools to stitch him up, he chuckled as well shifting on the box. “Yeah?.” You nodded your head leaning forward to get started, “Yep, been a habit ever since i was 7. I don’t know why i do it but when i do it’s really..embarrassing, so sorry in advance if i do speak out loud.”

You were one apologetic person.

The man grunted feeling the needle go through his wounded spot, nodded in response. “You do say sorry a lot, that a habit too?.” He raised a brow tilting his head waiting for a response, rolling your eye to yourself hearing that cocky tone, “That as well,” He hummed leaning back against the wall continuing a conversation with you and in all honesty..he was growing interested in you. He learned this bakery he walked into was yours, you were a collage student at Japan University for baking and that you moved down here recently, vividly a good year ago. He didn’t realize he was done getting his stitches done till you said something, he looked down at the closed wound with a smirk looking back up at you, “You really know your stuff huh? You sure you’re not going to school for nursing?.” You laughed shaking your head taking off the gloves, “No, i just know some stuff since my mom was a doctor. Growing up she used to show me how to do some stuff and well stitching people up was something.” You shrugged with a small smile throwing away the gloves as he got up from the box with a groan standing fully to his size. When you turned around your eyes almost shot out of your socket by how tall he was, at least 6’1 or 6’2.

A hot guy + height + ABS? Maybe God is on your side tonight.

You were stuck by how tall he was and the fact he’s STILL shirtless you were staring, hard. The man grinned watching you check him out chuckling taking you out of your trance, “If you like what you see doll face take a pic.” If you were able to blush right now your face would’ve been red as a tomato getting caught like that, you cleared your throat heavy blinking away to look at anything but him, “I-I wasn’t checking you out.” You tried to dismiss but the man was no idiot, plus you were clearly making it obvious, this wasn’t anything new that yet another girl got caught checking him out but for some odd reason when it was you it was..different? The way your beautiful (E/C) eyes would go wide whenever something surprised you (He caught on with that), and the way you would go shy.

You were cute. He wasn’t even going to deny that. He had to make sure when he’s clear from the tension and regroup with his crew, he would come back to see you and have a proper conversation without him practically bleeding half the death in the back of your bakery. The man snorted reaching to grab his blooded shirt walking up to you to face you, you tensed up smelling his cologne go through your nose feeling hot. You looked down to avoid his stare but he picked up your chin with two fingers staring directly into your eyes.

He liked eye contact.

“If it weren’t for you doll face i would’ve been dead, but i’m not. So thanks.” You gulped down that giant lump in your throat feeling your voice get stuck, he was so close! You nodded your head rapidly as if it’s a you’re welcome hearing him chuckle pulling back from you. “By the way.”

“Names Gojo. Satoru Gojo.”

𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗔

- 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝟭𝟴𝘁𝗵 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟯 𝟭𝟭:𝟬𝟬𝗽𝗺

↳ You were the only racer to challenge him at his game. (cockyracer!blackreader)

You’ve heard of him before. What was it again? Ah..Sukuna Ryomen

Bastard was a known name around Shibuya, known for being the DK. Drift King, he was known for his drifting skills and high tension racing style. If you ever tried to challenge him you’d either end up with your car being taken or being recked, 90% of the time you’ll end up having your car recked into shambles which is why no one had the balls to challenge him. Ryomen couldn’t get beat at his own game especially when it’s his own turf, he knows the start to finish. Memorized it like a book.

Which is why you are here now. To see for yourself of how special this “King” really is, you heard from a group of girls say he was about to race coming up next getting a front row seat of the action. You were leaned against your car eating a pocky stick waiting for the king to show up which didn’t take long by the loud cheers and people coming into view crowding a car, you took a bite from the stick turning your head to see where he was and he was there. You raised a brow watching his car come into view, it was a Nissan 350oz with a invidia Q300 muffler exhaust. You watched as the black car rode past you not missing the fact he checked you out with a shit eating grin, you scoffed at the interaction but couldn’t help but to admit he was a hot guy.

11:00pm

You got up from your car to make your way to where everyone else was to watch the race. You were sat up in a pretty nice spot getting a good view, you picked out another pocky stick chewing down at it watching as the starter girl went to the center hearing the cheers get louder. Let the race begin. You saw the girl raise her hands in the air swaying her hips in circles smirking at the cars rumbling their engines before raising them down hearing the tires screech as they took off, from watching that first corner seeing how perfectly he drifted around it going down to the fourth level you just knew the people were right.

He really was the king.

When the race ended you went down to the first level to see the after math and surprisingly the car wasn’t recked but the guy did loose. You saw Ryomen hold up the keys to the guys car with a shit grin hearing people cheer for him, it was like music to his ears. You have to admit you were impressed, he was the shit and people weren’t lying when he said he was the King for a reason, but since you’re in town..you got something cooking up. You grinned throwing away your empty box making your way towards the crowd, you pushed past the crowd making your way towards the middle spotting him leaning against his car smoking a blunt in celebration. You raised a brow “You up for a second race?.” You shouted over the cheers hearing the cheers go quiet hearing you speak watching his attention go to you. Whispers started to appear as Sukuna raised a brow taking the stick out his mouth feeling smoke leave his mouth as he stood up straight looking at you, “You gotta bet you wanna put up?”He trailed nodding towards you, “Or you just wanna race the King to impress?” You shrugged placing your hands into your pockets, “100millon yen plus my car, winner takes all.” The crowd gasped at the bet you put out surprised you had the balls to challenge him, Sukuna took another smoke out of the blunt keeping eye contact with you smirking. “For a girl like you, you sure have balls to put up a bet like that doll face.” You shrugged your shoulders walking up to him, keeping his eyes trailed on you stopping in front of him looking at him. “I mean if you’re scared that’s totally fine King, but if you’re willing to race me i’ll be upstairs waiting for you.” You whispered leaning up close to his ear, “If you don’t wanna be beat by a girl that is.” You grinned taking the blunt out his mouth taking a smoke of it, blowing the smoke into his face before turning around with a chuckle hearing a growl leave his mouth.

You were waiting at the starting line with a lot of people already surrounded around the parking garage, you examined the space snorting at the sight. Did i really excite this many people? Clicking your tongue you huffed, you waited a few minutes before hearing a loud engine arrive besides you. He was finally here. You looked over at him seeing that he was already looking over at you, grinning in response you made a kissy face wanting to piss him off even more which worked seeing how he clicked his tongue facing back to the front. You did the same watching the starter girl go to center staring at both cars with a grin on her face, she pointed towards Sukuna’s car hearing it rumble in response soon moving to point towards your car as you revved it as well seeing her arms go up. One hand was on your steering wheel as the other on the stick, the loud exhausts echoed through your ears as you watched her sway her hips,

When she pulled down her arms you both took off at the same time feeling your car jerk forward, when you saw the first corner coming up you moved your stick up as well as lifting the break up drifting swiftly and perfectly around it in sync with Sukuna, quick to pull the break down grabbing your stick to put it back in drive taking off down the fourth floor.

It was a tight and close race to the finish, you and Sukuna never leaving sides as you kept up with him. It shocked everyone by how close you were kept up with him, no one has ever been that close with Sukuna and for the first time in years you’re the first one to do so. As it came to an end you both ended up crossing the finishing line making it a draw between the both, you turned your wheel to park it as he did the same, getting out the car leaning against it with crossed arms. He walked towards you with an impressed look, he was pissed don’t get him wrong but he was impressed with this one.

With you.

You’re a very interesting person, interesting girl at that. He saw that cocky look of yours appear as he came closer scoffing at the sight, he couldn’t even be mad at you. You’re a fantastic racer he just couldn’t..and to add on you were hot as fuck he couldn’t stop checking you out. You spotted this and smirked, “I know i’m hot you don’t have to keep checking me out.” He chuckled at the cocky response shrugging, “Cocky shit.” You clicked your tongue with a grin turning around to open your car door placing your leg up but before getting in you turned around to face him looking him and down.

Gotta admit he was one attractive bastard.

Sukuna’s eyes trailed to your exposed leg seeing how your skirt raised up a little smirking seeing you check him out too, “Checking me out too huh?” He questioned watching you nod your head shooting him wink before getting back into your car, rolling down your window to say, “Names (Y/N) by the way, expect to see me again. King.” With that you drove out of the garage leaving a good name for yourself in that garage and leaving the King himself impressed.

He can’t wait to see you again.

𝗧𝗢𝗝𝗜

- 𝗔𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗹 𝟮𝟱𝘁𝗵 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟯 𝟭𝟬:𝟯𝟬𝗽𝗺

↳ You’re a theif who steals car parts for money and stole from the wrong person. (racertheif!black Reader)

By the looks of this building you might’ve hit the jack pot on this. You were stood outside of this giant building outside of Shibuya that some guy gave you the address to it to go, you looked down at the paper in your hand to see if you were at the right building and you were. You snorted grumbling up the paper and putting it into your pocket spotting where to get started.

10:30pm

You could go through the front door but that was too obvious and you might get caught, you squinted your eyes to see if you could find an open window aannnddd you did. “Fucking amateurs.” You chuckled going towards a pipe line that leads directly to the window on the second window. You looked around to see if you could see anyone which you didn’t putting up your hood going towards the pipe to start climbing. You grunted as you gripped onto the roof to the second floor pulling yourself up quick to go inside quietly as possible, when you made it inside your eyes went wide as you looked at where you were. You were inside a garage!? This guy must be filthy rich, you grinned to yourself looking at the three cars that were parked inside, you looked over to see if there were any loose car parts and to your luck there was. You looked around to spot any camera’s and luckily there were non? Ha! “Dumbasses.” You mumbled walking over to car parts looking at them, by the looks of it you could make at least 50million yen all together. You were gonna eat good with this money.

You started to pick up the parts putting it into the bag, collecting one by one. You were too busy putting the parts into the bag you didn’t notice a red light recording you..it was a hidden camera that you didn’t know about. When you collected the last pieces of the parts you heard foot steps coming to the garage, you looked at the door seeing a light turn on quickly zipping up the duffel bag throwing it out the window onto the roof top, you were half way out the window before the lights turned on making you tense up, shit!. The person who walked in spotted you making a run for it, “Stop right there!” You turned around to see a man in a suit pointing a gun towards you, you grinned going out the window hearing the bullets shoot at the wall making a dash for it.

The guy ran over towards the window seeing you run down the road with the stolen car parts cussing under his breath. He backed up from the window going towards the office feeling his air get stuck. He always hated coming up here..the boss was really..you could say scary. He cleared his throat before walking into the office spotting the boss looking at a loose car part with focused eyes, he bowed in respect clearing his throat. “Sir, there was a robbery in the second garage. Most of the car p-parts were stolen but most are still there.” The boss raised a brow with a hum turning his gaze towards the man, “Did you catch them.” He asked and he shook his head, “N-No sir. But the hidden camera did.” He snorted setting the car part down on his desk leaning against it.

“Find them.”

It’s been a week since you stole the cart parts and they still haven’t found you yet. You don’t wanna jinx yourself by saying it but i mean.. it is is the truth, the stolen cart parts made you money for a good month, probably over 50 thousand yen? Apparently when you showed the guy the car parts some of them were too old and some of them were new which only summed you up to 50 thousand instead of 50 million. But you were still set for the next month till you had to get back to the job, you were in your garage as it was 11:00 at night finishing up your bike, you took the bolt from the table, putting it into its designed spot screwing it on, grunting doing the last twist leaning back to look at the work you did smirking at your accomplishment. All you had to do now was get tires and you’re set, you threw down the wrench into your tool box standing up from the chair to grab your rag, wiping your hands off. When you were done doing that you placed the rag down walking over to the lights turning them off, going back inside.

Damn it’s already 11? You thought checking the time on the oven that read 11:05am, you yawned walking towards your bedroom but paused mid way hearing something coming from your room, you paused in your tracks with furrowed eyebrows. Without taking your eyes off your door you walked backwards towards the kitchen grabbing a kitchen knife, going to your door. You walked slowly almost tip toeing trying to stay quiet as possible, your room door was already creaked open taking this as an advantage to see who the hell was in your room.

You leaned against the wall leaning your head towards the creak to spot a tall man with short spiky black hair wearing a black shirt and black sweat pants, your eyes went wide for a sec..this dude is big. His back was facing the door as it looked like he was holding something up, you squinted your eyes to get a closer look to see what it was..and it was a picture of your parents. The photo you had placed down for a reason, seeing a glance of the photo you felt rage remembering the memories from that picture. You took a step forward to open the door going up behind him, close enough to be close to his back raising the knife to stab him but- “I wouldn’t do that if i were you.” He said freezing in place mid way with the knife held up, you stayed quiet, confused of how he knew you were there?, i mean i was quiet wasn’t i? The man turned his head over his shoulder to spot the knife in your hand with a raised brow, “A kitchen knife?” He questioned, you glared at him taking a strike at him trying to stab him but almost in a instant he dodged it taking the knife out of your hold, knocking you to the ground pining you to the hard floor with the knife to your neck.

He smirked seeing the frustration in your face, “What a pity.” He scoffed trailing the knife along your neck feeling the small blades scratch again, “Where are the car parts.” He asked keeping eye contact with you as you stayed quiet throwing glares at him, when he didn’t get an answer he digged the knife down more against your neck making you wince, If i don’t answer him i might end up dead..fuck. “I sold them.” Sold them? He hummed in response, “You may not know me..but your parents did.” You snarled moving under him at him mentioning your parents, “Don’t you dare..” He snorted at your reaction pushing his knee down more onto your leg keeping you still, “You see, your parents owed me a bunch of money. At least 100 million yen, and since they’re..gone i can’t get that money.” You scoffed, “Then what does this have to do with me? Because i stole your car parts? Look man if you want them so bad i’ll- ack!” You got interrupted by a hand being on your neck cutting you off from talking, “I don’t care about the damn cart parts i want my money.” He snarled leaning closer to you getting a whiff of his cologne, “Your parents has kept many secrets from you and this one screwed them up, if you haven’t known your father was a gang leader who stole, destroyed and killed. He owed me thousands of money but since he’s no longer here..you’re taking his place. You’re gonna be my racer, win the races i put you in, win the money and i’ll let you live your normal life.” Your eyes went wide at the confession the man said to you. Dad was a gang leader..? And now i’m stuck cleaning up his mess?? unfuckingbelivable. You stared into the black orbs that were already staring back at you with a bored expression waiting for an answer, “And what if i don’t?.” He chuckled clicking his tongue, “Deny it and i’ll make your life hell. Everything you’ve accomplished will be gone in a snap, so i suggest you agree to it so nothing happens.” If i don’t agree to it..everything will be gone..you clicked your tongue sighing in response i have no choices but to agree to it., “Fine, leave my life alone and i’ll do it. Deal?” He smirked taking his hand off your neck.

“Deal.”

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bursonafied · 8 months

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Vampire simpbur would be most pathetic loser ever I think maybe

-🍡 anon !! :3

OHH MY GOSH YES!! He would be so pathetic and cold all the time… he would just want you to hold him so he could feel warm… and probably some of your blood too

I love him sm :(

ALSOOOO sorry it’s late! I got busy with classes and other things… I’m working on all requests! I have a doc with all of them on it and I’ll do my best to post one at least once a week. :)

Thank you soso much to my friend honey-with-tea for helping me come up with ideas and inpso for my piece :)

Warnings: blood, biting

Pairing: vamp!wilbur x gn!reader

Pronouns: you/yours

*not proofread*

"Please, y/n…” Wilbur begs, following you around the dim flat like a lost puppy. Ever since he’d revealed to you that he was a vampire, (crazy, right?), he would not stop pestering you. “Just a taste!” He would whine, wanting nothing more than a taste of you. your blood would be like liquid rubies to him. Like a fine wine of the highest cost.

The juxtaposition between his height and his intimidating energy was pretty comedic. Standing at a solid 5’4 seemingly made him even more pathetic. He looked like he should be taller, right?

“No! I don’t know how many times I have to say it. I swear to god, Wilbur. I had a long day at work. Someone’s dog threw up on me after waking up from surgery.” You complain, hurrying to your room to change out of your work clothes, putting on a pair of comfy pajama pants and a t-shirt. You shut the door behind you, and Wilbur just whines behind it. “Seriously?” He groans and you can her him stomp away. You step out of your room, running your fingers through your hair. your room was the only place you could get privacy in your shared place.

Wilbur is immediately beside you again.

“You’re.. pathetic.” You mumble to him. He rolls his eyes yet still follows you. He figured that bothering you would be the only way to get you to say yes. You go to the kitchen to start your dinner, and while Wilbur can eat things other than blood, but nothing could satiate his hunger for it. you start up a pot of water, taking out the pasta and sauce, then grab some frozen meatballs from the freezer. It was a simple meal and you were too tired to make something complicated. As you stir in the pasta, you feel Wilbur creep up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist. You freeze for a moment, but sigh loudly as you feel his breath on the side of your neck. He could practically hear the blood flowing through your veins. You shake your head.

“Wilbur.” You say sternly. “Don’t you dare bite me.” He listens to that much. Instead, he leans close and licks a stripe up your neck, stopping up by your ear. You shiver beneath his touch and turn your head.

“What? I listened.” He speaks in a low, snarky tone. You glance down to his mouth. his fangs. If he wasn’t a vampire that wanted to drain you of your life, maybe you’d be attracted to him. Maybe you already were, and just refused to believe it.

“You’re a pain.” “You love me.” You share a short exchange before it falls silent again. “Whatever.” You add before stirring the pasta, allowing it to boil. You cook the rest of your dinner and happily plate it, eager to dig in. You make a plate for Wilbur, just in case. You hear some light chuckles from Will before he turns to sit at the table.

Now, a few minutes later, you two sit silently at the table. You scroll through social media as you eat. Wilbur sort of pushes the food around on the plate and nibbles on a meatball, but his gaze is mostly on you.

He watches your neck, the way it moves when you swallow. The way your collarbones seemed so prominent and bite-able. He scratches at his hands, his nails scratching harshly along his skin to leave red marks. He was hungry, starving! He could barely contain it! He stares at you for a second before he stands up, the chair he sat in flies back and bangs against the wall.

“I’ll be back!” He shouts, hurrying to the bathroom. You watch him for a moment, then hesitantly turn back to your food. Suddenly, you’re not hungry. You dump the plate as well as Wilbur’s, since you know damn well he wouldn’t eat any of that. Meanwhile, Wilbur stares into the sink as his stomach cramps, he turns on the cold water and runs it over his pale hands, then splashes it over his face. He stands up and stares at himself. His hunger only increased. He would grow weaker if he continued to refuse to eat even mortal food. Would he have to resort to his vampiric tendencies and go out during the night, scouring the streets for any poor soul who happened to be alone and were weak and too nervous to fight back? Or, would you finally give in? It wasn't that hard! Was it? No! Wilbur groans. He shuts off the sink and takes a breath before slapping himself lightly to psych himself out. “Come on Wilbur. Be better, fuckin’ creep.” He mutters to himself before going back out to the living room, where you’re sat on the couch.

“Sorry! Had an emergency!” He smiles at you, but you only blink a few times out of confusion and stand up. “What happened…? You were fine five minutes ago.” “Oh! You know. Drank a lot of water today.” He lies, and you easily catch on. Curse you for paying such close attention to him. “You never drink water, you damn liar.” You cross your arms and shift your weight on your feet. Wilbur gulps, shaking his head. “I felt like it today.” “God you think I’m stupid.” You scoff with a disbelieving laugh. “What?? When did I ever say I thought you’re stupid?” Wilbur shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing with confusion. “You didn’t have to say it!” You retort, “You thinking your lie would work said enough.” You cross your arms over your chest and Wilbur puts his hands up in defense. “Okay, whatever. Sorry.” He mumbles. “It’s always sorry with you. Either sorry or, ‘can I please have some of your blood? Can I please have a taste? Just a bit?” Wilbur seems to shrink into himself and his face flushes, if that was even possible for him. Could vampires blush? “It’s pathetic and embarrassing! I don’t get it. Maybe the fact you—“ You pause and take a long breath.

“Wilbur.” You say after a long silence. There was only one way to get him to stop begging, and that was just to give him what he wanted. He looks up from his shameful slump and looks at you. “…yeah?” His voice is as small as his height. What a loser. “Shut the fuck up, and I’ll let you,, um, I’ll let you.. feed.” Wilbur’s eyes instantly light up. He nods rapidly and does his silly little hand-flaps he does when excited. “Yes! Really?? Oh, thank you!I’ll never ask again!!” He says, absolutely elated that you finally agreed. You take a deep breath and approach him, his eyes glimmering. “Just... don’t make it awkward.” You practically beg, not wanting it to be weird as he quite literally feeds of your blood. What am I saying,,, of course it would be weird! Your roommate would be just drinking your blood. “I’ll do my best,” He chuckles nervously and approaches you. “Are you sure this is okay?” He asks, nervously fidgeting with is hands. You shift your weight awkwardly on your feet before nodding. “As long as you leave me alone when you’re done.” “Of course.”

Another moment of awkward silence… it seemed like there were a lot of those lately.

“I…” he pauses, nervously tapping his fingers against your shirt. “Your wrist.” He says after a moment. “What?” You ask, tilting your head. “It— it’ll hurt less. And um, won’t be as much blood. Like, imagine just getting a blood sample at the doctor.” You could tell Wilbur was growing nervous. He never really expected you to say yes to… this. “Oh, right.” You whisper and nod, holding out your wrist. He grabs your arm and guides you to the couch, sitting you down, “Just incase you get.. dizzy.” He runs his thumb over the blue vein that ran along your arm, displaying the precious liquid he’s craved for so long.

His breathing picks up as he lifts your arm to his mouth. He shudders as he can feel the heat radiating off your body, and his mouth waters. He can’t take it anymore. You notice his grip tighten on your arm. “Go ahead.” You whisper after a second. Wilbur nods and then finds the perfect spot, the pulse of your wrist. He opens his mouth and without warning, sinks his fangs right into your vein. Making sure his teeth went deep enough to draw blood. You gasp at the pain, flinching slightly despite expecting it. Wilbur pulls his mouth away for a second and allows some of the blood to pool before sticking out his tongue and lapping up the blood, humming with contentment as he licks up each and every drop. You see the blood, the way it smears over his tongue and lips as he messily drinks it up. your breathing picks up, uneven. He slows down and looks up so his eyes meet yours. You two hold eye contact, Wilbur’s tongue slips out and slides along your skin, stopping the blood that beads up every time he pulls away. Your hand finds it was to his chin, light cupping it as he holds your forearm. “What’re you-“ he whispers, his face lifting from your arm so it was more level with yours. “I— I just..”you shake your head, not so sure what had taken over you. “Is this going to.. change me? You know… like..” You gesture to the bite marks on his neck that were poorly hidden with makeup, and he tilts his head. “Uh- um-“ he stutters out, shrugging. “I don’t know..” He whispers nervously. “I hope you do.” his voice is quiet. “Because I would love to spend the rest of time with you.”

Your eyes widen and your face seem to burn. The stinging in your wrist fades right before Will glances down at it once more. The blood was pooling, threatening to drip over your wrist and right onto the grey couch. You tilt his head back up to meet your gaze again. “You.. want to stay, with me?” Your voice is a bit shaky, head tilting. “Ye— yeah.” Wilbur’s gaze holds yours, he leans closer. And closer, and closer. “I don’t think I would want to spend my life with anyone else.” He adds. Just another inch, he thinks. You swallow the saliva filling your mouth, feeling slightly sick as the blood still spills from your wrist. You have no words for Will. Nothing to say in response to his sudden confession. Not that you had the chance to, because as soon as you went to speak, his lips collide with yours. You momentarily forget the feeling of blood running down toward your fingers as you feel his cold lips on yours. They’re cold, but soft. Softer than you expected. It’s slow at first but soon he scoots himself further, his lips part and his tongue hungrily presses to your lips. He’s practically begging to let him in. So, you do. You part your lips and are instantly met with the metallic taste of your own blood. Your hand moves from his chin to hold his cheek, your blood spreading across his face, in the shape of your hand. The kisses spread, his lips moving down your neck where he simply kisses your skin, but after a moment, his teeth graze your throat. his breath is hot and wet against your skin. You let out a quiet, choked sound at the feeling. Your stomach twists into knots and you can feel the emotions you’ve packed away rushing through your veins, almost at the same speed as your blood pumping through them.

“Do it,” you whisper, tilting your head back a bit. “Please..” You nearly beg, and he nods, smirking against your skin. It’s another second before you feel his fangs sink into your neck. he makes sure it’s higher up on your carotid artery so it bleeds less, hopeful you would turn, joining him in immortality. His teeth remain in your skin and your hands begin to tremble with the pain that’s followed by pleasure. Your eyes pinch shut tightly, ignoring the pain as best you can. He soon pulls away and sweetly licks away the blood before kissing the area.

You aren’t sure how long it’s been since the first bite, nor what time it was now. But Wilbur was fed and happy, so that’s what really mattered.

He comes back with a towel and glass of water for you, wiping up any of the left over blood that began to dry on your skin. You sip the water and lean back against the couch. As soon as he’s done, Wilbur sets down the towel and curls up next to you, looking up at you with loving eyes. “Thank you.” He whispers, running his fingers over the bite marks on your neck. “Hm?” You hum, looking over to him. “For.. letting me bite you and stuff.” You smile and nods, It wasn’t as big of a deal as you initially thought. “Anything to get you to stop whining.” You tease, and he just grins before rolling his eyes. “Whatever, you seemed to like it.” You couldn’t deny that so you remain silent. Wills arms snake around your waist and he pulls himself close to you. “You excited? Get to deal with me for all of eternity now.” He teases with an obnoxious kiss to the cheek. You nod.

“I can’t wait.”

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 1 year

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This is Wrong, but It Feels So Right

Kinktober 2023 - Day 2

Pairing: Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader

Kink: Stepcest

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Your parents are away for whoever knows how long and Ransom decides to blast his music so you go to yell at him but find him in a compromising position.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight d/s vibes, a hint of dubcon (but not really), riding, slight!sub!Ransom, male masterbation), brat!Ransom, yelling, cursing, stepcest, angst, slight fluff

a/n: Here is Day 2 of Kinktober! I'm sorry this is coming later in the day but I had to crochet for my business since I have an event coming up this weekend! Hope you enjoy this fic!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

Your dad married your stepmom two months ago and her and her spoiled son, Hugh, or as he liked to be called Ransom, moved into your father’s modest two story townhouse. From the moment they moved in, Ransom had done nothing but complain about the house, the town, and everything that was subpar in his eyes. His stupidly blue eyes with his hard chest that he flaunts around the house and the stupidly hot noises that come from his room at night that made you all hot and bothered and above all frustrated that you had a stupid crush on him. He was a complete asshole to everyone which made you want to choke him out but also made you want to knock him down a peg.

You two were home alone while your parents were on another vacation paid for by Linda, your stepmother. You were trying to take a nap in your bed when you heard loud music blaring from Ransom’s room making you groan and roll over and cover your head. You banged on the wall trying to get him to hear you but to no avail the music didn’t stop. You climbed out of bed in your boxers and lace bra and stormed out of your room to his room right next to yours.

You banged on the door and yelled his name but no one answered and you tried the door knob and it was unlocked and you opened it. It swung open and you saw Ransom on his bed slowly stroking his stiff cock on the bed. You stopped for a second but shook it off and stormed in to turn off the music and Ransom spotted you and jumped up with a pillow covering his cock.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Ransom roared as he saw you turning off his stereo.

“I’m trying to nap because I have work tonight! But you wouldn’t know about that, would you, you fucking brat?!” You yelled matching his energy and he rolled his eyes.

“You think you’re so better than me just because you’re miss goody two shoes!” He scoffed and you huffed and crossed your arms.

“Well, I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth! I know I have to work for what I want! Not just ask mommy!”

“You’re such a bitch!” He growled and that was the last straw of your resolve.

“I’m so tired of your attitude! Obviously no one taught you a fucking lesson! So I will.” You growled before you jumped on him and kissed him passionately. He froze as you kissed him with your legs wrapped around his waist. You pulled back to look up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you think you’re doing?!” He said outrageously and tossed you on his bed.

You landed with an “Oof,” and you leaned on your hands, “I’m putting you in your place.” You growled and yanked him down to kiss him again and he fell on top of you. His hands reached out to hold himself up and he pulled back panting.

“This is wrong.” He huffed as he looked down at you.

“So? Our parents are never fucking home, they won’t notice. They don’t even notice us now. So why not have some fun?” You smirked as you pulled him closer to you and kissed him deeply.

He hesitated before huffing, “Fuck it. Always wanted to see what’s under these flimsy clothes.” He smirked and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up against his chest.

You smirked as your hands slid up his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck and yanked him close. “Good man.” You purred against his lips and his hands ripped your bra from your body and leaned down to kiss on the swell of your breasts. You ran your fingers through his hair pulling him close to your chest. He smirked against your skin as his hands ripped off your boxers then wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped you two over. You straddled his lap and bit your lip as his hard cock slid in between your folds.

His hands gripped your waist and pulled you down to grind against his cock making you moan and you yanked him down to kiss him passionately. He groaned against your lips as your soaked cunt dragged along his length.

“All this for me, babygirl?” He smirked as your juices soaked his length making him groan at the feeling.

You purred softly, “Mhm. Even though you frustrate the hell out of me, you’re so sexy.” You hummed as you pulled him closer to you and continued to grind against his cock. He growled against your lips and you smirked and shoved him back against the pillows and you reached back to pull his cock up and you slid down on his thick length making you moan out his name. “Fuck, no wonder those girls scream for you.”

He chuckled as his heavy hands landed on your hips and pulled you further down on his cock. “Maybe you should’ve interrupted sooner.”

You rolled your eyes before you grasped his wrists and pinned them over his head. “Enough talking. I’m supposed to be taking my frustrations out on you.” You giggled as you started riding him slowly, teasing him as you rode him. “Mm, you’re such a brat but god, if you can’t be generous.” You sighed happily as you sunk down and moved up in a steady movement. The pleasure was toe-curlingly good which made breathy moans leave your lips.

He hummed at your words and gave you a cocky smirk, “I do aim to please.” He purred as he playfully pushed against your hands and you leaned down to kiss him passionately.

“You’re such a liar but you more than make up for it.” You smirked and pulled up to sit back on his cock taking him even deeper and you started moving faster. “Now enough talking.” You purred as your hands kept his wrists pinned. You moved quicker up and down on his cock letting out moans as your eyes rolled back with pleasure. One hand reached up to cup your breast and play with your nipples as Ransom laid under you, taking the pleasure you gave him.

He moaned and groaned as your walls squeezed him tight with every movement. Your juices soaking him even more, dripping down his balls making him moan louder. You leaned down to kiss his lips and you released his hands and they immediately went to your ass and helped move your hips up and down. You moaned his name as you felt your orgasm growing in your lower belly, your walls pulsing around him bringing him closer to his own release.

“Fuck, baby, gonna cum. Wanna fill you up. Can I cum in you?” Ransom rambled against your lips with a slight whininess to his tone that made you smirk.

You sped up your pace riding him faster making him moan louder and he started whining your name as he got close. “Good boy. I knew you’d whine for me. Making all these pretty noises.” You smirked as you felt your release grow closer and you cried out as the tip of his cock slammed into your sweet spot making you see stars. “Fuck, cum for me, baby. Be a good boy and cum in me.” You purred against his lips as you moved faster moaning his name as you reached your peak. You cried out his name as your thighs shook around his hips. Ransom yelled your name as he came hard with you pinning your hips down against him and his warm cum filled you up.

You let out a contented sigh as you slumped against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist and rubbed up and down your back. “You know, I don’t usually go for this cuddly, lovey dovey, crap.” He said as his hands rubbed your back and down to your ass.

“No shit. I’m the one who has to tell the poor girls you won’t call them back.” You scoffed as you nuzzled under his chin.

“I mean, that you bring out the soft side in me and it pisses me off and yet I like it.” He sighed as he nuzzled into your hair.

“Well, get used to it, cause I’m not letting you go.” You hummed as you laid flush against him.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling his chest, “Good.”

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lotties-ashwagandha · 2 years

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Can you maybe write Lisa Rowe x female reader who’s new to the ward? The reader is bullied by everyone because she has a hard time socializing and Lisa defends and protects her?

YOU COULD LET IT ALL GO, IT’S CALLED: FREEFALL

pairing: lisa rowe x fem!reader

word count: 608

notes and warnings: so ive never actually been to a ward lol so don’t come for me. TW//death threats? title from “freefall” by rainbow kitten surprise

Your cigarettes had gone missing.

You were hardly surprised. You had been in the ward for almost a week, but every morning you woke up to one of your possessions stolen. The girl you were sharing a room with had an uncanny obsession with stealing your things while you were asleep. She usually hid them under her bed, but you had discovered her stash last night, and as you had suspected, she’d changed her hiding place since then.

You stalked out into the main living area, and every girl was staring at you — even The Wizard of Oz playing on the TV had been abandoned, and it was a favorite in this part of the ward.

“Where is she?” You asked quietly, asking for your roommate. Your palms were sweating, and under the pressure of all of their glares you felt like fainting. “I’ll call Valerie.”

“Ooh,” one of the girls teased, feigning fear. “Everybody fucking take cover.”

A door slammed from back in the hall, and you looked back to see Lisa Rowe approaching, her eyes almost glowing in unhinged fury.

The energy in the room shifted, everyone silently submitting to the woman standing beside you.

“Where did she go?” Lisa asked for you, her voice cold.

It only took a few seconds for one of the girls to squeak that your roommate was in Daisy’s room.

Lisa sighed, shaking her head as she stomped to Daisy’s room. She began banging on the door, screaming that if Daisy didn’t let her in she would break the door down, that she would tell Valerie about her new collection of chicken remains under the bed.

After a few minutes, Daisy’s door opened, and Lisa slammed into the room. “Where the fuck is it?”

It was then that you realized she had no idea what she was looking for.

Against your better judgment, you joined Lisa in Daisy’s room, and the first thing you saw was your roommate smoking one of your cigarettes.

“Take whatever it is,” Lisa told you, eyeing your roommate, and you knew you wouldn’t have any resistance.

Gingerly, you took back the pack of cigarettes on Daisy’s bed.

Unexpectedly, your roommate lunged towards you — Lisa slammed her back against the wall.

“If you ever touch her,” Lisa said quietly, pinning the girl, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

The girl nodded after a moment, and Lisa backed away, leading you out of Daisy’s bedroom.

“Thank you,” you said when the two of you were alone in the hall.

Lisa only nodded, briefly meeting your eyes before staring vacantly down the hall.

“I don’t really want to go back to my room,” you admitted, stopping in front of your door.

“Come to mine.”

“Really?”

She hummed, nodding. “We can share one of those cigarettes you hold in such high esteem.”

You bit back a smile. “Sure.”

Lisa’s room was at the end of the hall. You were pleasantly surprised at this, relieved that you were so far away from the rest of the girls, particularly Daisy and your roommate.

The two of you sat down together on Lisa’s bed. The mattress was flimsy and the pillows were hard, but somehow being with her took away all of the discomfort, and you felt as if you were staying at the finest hotel in the world.

“Why have you been so kind to me?” You asked after a few minutes of passing a cigarette back and forth. “We’ve only known each other for a few days.”

She shrugged, and after a moment she chuckled. “I like you, I suppose.”

“I like you, too.”

She scoffed, smirking. “Give it a few weeks.”

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zablife · 1 year

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Let Me Be

Alfie Solomons x gf reader

Summary: You aren't feeling well and want nothing more than to be left alone, but Alfie insists on trying to help where he's not wanted.

Author's Note: Exploring the idea of not wanting someone to take care of you when you're unwell.

Warnings: language, mention of illness (unspecified), reference to vomiting

You were pulled from the depths of your slumber by a sudden crash somewhere in the distance. You attempted to sit up, but the pounding inside your skull had you slumping over, clutching your head in your hands before you could move any further. To make matters worse you found the bedroom curtains open, spilling harsh morning light directly into your eyes. Another cacophony of metal hitting upon metal told you your boyfriend was busy in the kitchen and you groaned.

Falling back into the softness of your bed, you pulled the duvet up to your chin as you felt Cyril’s wet nose seek you out. He let out a whimper, followed by a huff as he rested his head on Alfie’s pillow, watching you carefully. “How does he have so much energy?” you asked your pet. “I feel like death.”

As you attempted to close your eyes, Alfie came bursting through the door with a tray of food. The door banged against the wall with what seemed to be thundering force, his footsteps reverberating loudly as he came closer. His wide smile greeted you along with the overpowering smell of meat and you instantly felt yourself gag.

“Good morning, dove,” Alfie called to you in a cheery voice as he placed the tray next to you.

“It’s not,” you said, covering your nose and mouth in hopes you could keep yourself from being sick. Cyril stirred beside you, taking the hint better than his master that it might be best to keep his distance. He jumped off the bed and ran, claws scratching against the wood floorboards as he beat a hasty retreat.

“What’s got into him? And why are you pulling a face at the food I made ya?” Alfie asked, furrowing his brow. Picking up the plate, he shoved the fry-up under your nose and you felt your stomach lurch uneasily.

“Fuckin’ hell, Alf! Get that away from me,” you shouted, tossing the duvet from your legs as you suddenly felt far too warm, your palms sweating and your head spinning.

“Yeah, alright,” he said, replacing the plate onto the tray and scratching his beard. “Not even gonna say thank you, Alfie. I love you, Alfie. You’re the most amazing boyfriend I’ve ever had,” he teased.

Then he got a look at you in only his shirt and your lace underwear and he forgot all about breakfast. “Reckon when a woman looks as good as you, manners can be overlooked.”

Reaching a hand to caress your ass, he grabbed at your ample flesh giving a good squeeze. Before you could shoot him a warning look, he realized how warm you felt beneath his large palm and pronounced with shock, “You’re sick, dove.”

You rolled your eyes, wondering how it had taken him so long to notice, but remained silent as another wave of nausea hit you and you took off running for the en suite, clutching your stomach.

When you returned Alfie was loudly munching on toast, dropping crumbs into the sheets beside you as he ran a hand over your hair. “Tell ya what I’m going to do. I’m going to stay right by your side and take care of you all day. You don’t have to worry about a thing, love,” he said, sounding proud of himself.

You groaned into your pillow, looking over at him with a murderous glare. “Alfie, I love you, but if you don’t leave this house in the next ten minutes, I will use my dying breath to kill you.”

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons fanfic #Alfie Solomons imagine #Alfie Solomons x you #Alfie Solomons x y/n #Alfie Solomons x reader

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suntaeshine · 2 years

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lemmie get uhhhhhhhhh one post-performance backstage soobin smut plsssssssss

dis my bestie go bestie apparently requests are now a drive through service love that energy

Stress Relief

Choi Soobin x Reader

Smut, 18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 1.3k

warnings!: angy soobin, wall sex, kai is a little shit and soobin is Done,

Kai was close to getting choked.

Soobin was close to banging his head against the wall.

Kai, his sweet little maknae, was clingy, tired, emotional, and overall such a handful that Soobin was contemplating locking him in a backstage room before the concert.

"Hyung! Hyung!" Kai calls, voice getting higher and higher with every word.

"Can you go annoy Beomgyu?"

"But, hyung~"

It was like taking care of a toddler and Soobin absolutely blames Yeonjun for waking Kai up from his nap earlier this afternoon.

As the door opened, you walked into the room alongside some of the makeup crew. You usually hung around them to not be suspicious- something like the makeup caddy. It helped, of course, that your best friend was the lead artist and always kept you company.

Oh, thank God. Soobin was going to cry in your lap and beg you to get Kai under control- he actually listened to you.

As you help get the cases of makeup, hair supplies, and tools to fix up TXT's faces, Soobin gets closer and closer with each second. Once he was sure there were no cameras, he clings around your waist from behind, making your friend laugh.

"Can I help you?" you question.

"Tell Kai to stop acting like a toddler."

"You're the one wrapped around me like a baby," you tease, turning in his hold.

You ruffle his hair, figuring he was about to get it made up for the show anyway.

A call for the boys to gather makes all five head to separate areas (Kai being tug-of-war'd by Yeonjun and Soobin to sit down).

You were sure to give Soobin his kiss of good luck before and after finishing his makeup then sent him on his way to the stage.

The performance didn’t help. Soobin’s voice cracked a few times and he messed up some of the choreography. Him. Soobin. The leader of this group. His pride and confidence went down the drain. He was the leader and he was screwing up- what kind of picture would people get if the group’s leader was the one making mistakes?

The bathroom door slammed shut behind him and you jumped, turning around to look at him. You’d just praised him and congratulated him on the amazing show. He said nothing to you and told Taehyun to tell others that he had a makeup issue and dragged you to the bathroom.

“Baby, what is it?” you ask, reaching up to cup his cheek.

“Everything is going wrong. Everything is messed up. I messed up,” he rambles, closing his eyes.

“No, no.. Soobin, you did great out there and-”

“Don’t,” he pleads. “I just need to not think about it right now.”

“Okay..” you mumble.

You were about to ask him why standing in the bathroom made it so he didn’t have to think about the tiny mishaps when he grabbed the wrist of your hand on his cheek and tugged you closer.

“Clear my mind, love,” he whispers before gently kissing your neck under your ear.

“Soobin, we’re at work.”

“Concert is over. Work is over,” he mutters against your skin. “Can you please help me out?”

“You can’t wait until we get back to the hotel?”

“The guys will be there. This is our free time.”

You hated that you buckled so quickly.

“Be fast,” you warn.

Soobin grins cheekily, turning you around to face the wall.

“You’re so good to me, you know that?” he asks, flipping your skirt up.

“Okay, lover boy,” you tease, placing your forearms on the wall to stabilize yourself.

Soobin hums and you hear him unbuckle his belt.

“I mean it,” he insists. “Today has been shitty. But, you make it all better. You make all my days better.”

You blush, smiling to yourself. His words always had a way of sending your heart into a flutter.

He knows it, too. That’s the bad thing.

Soobin presses his chest against your back, lips connecting to your neck once more. His hand slides from your side to your front, gently squeezing your breast before massaging his way down. His fingers sneak into your underwear, pads of his fingertips finding that sweet little pearl tucked away between your lips.

“Soobin,” you gasp, closing your eyes and resting your head against your arm.

“My sweet baby,” he sighs happily, free hand gripping your waist to keep you in place.

He’s hardly done anything and you’re in shambles. It’s the small things he does that gets you riled up.

The way he whispers in your ear.

The way he knows all the right spots.

The way he talks to you, like you’re more than special to him.

The way his touch is enough to make you lose your mind.

He whispers more compliments in your ear until you’re whining, pushing his hand out of your underwear and spreading your legs wider.

“Already, baby?” he hums, lowering his boxers.

“Yeah,” you huff. “Come on. Want it now.”

“I’m the needy one right now. That’s not really fair,” he teases.

You don’t verbally reply. Instead, you reach behind yourself, pulling your underwear to the side to show him where you wanted his attention.

Soobin couldn’t help but relent. He needed this. He needed you.

With a grunt, he rubs the tip of his dick over your hole a few times, eyes rolling back in his head once he pushes into you.

Tension left his shoulders and he takes a long deep breath.

“You good?” he makes sure.

“I’m more than good. Please move,” you answer, ready to push yourself off the wall and onto him if he didn’t make a move now.

But, he was already ahead.

It’s a soft roll of his hips first. For a few minutes, he just pulls you back and forth on his dick, enjoying just being inside of you after such a hectic day.

“You still in there, hyung?” Kai asks, knocking on the door.

Fuck. Soobin bites his bottom lip in frustration. He really loved Kai but today was not the day.

“It’s just me!” you call, covering for Soobin.

“Oh.. Sorry, ___! Do you know where hyung went?”

“He mentioned-” you cough as Soobin snaps his dick deep in you.

“What?” Kai asks.

You clench your eyes shut, biting the inside of your jaw as Soobin’s speed picks up.

“Backup dancers!” you force out. “Thanking the back up dancers!”

“Okay, thank you!” Kai calls, moving away merrily without another thought or word.

“Soobin, I’m right there,” you caution, knees shaking.

Soobin hums, wrapping an arm around your waist and front. His other arm reaches down to your knee, pulling you up. You startle at the sudden movement, face planting into the wall as you tried to stay up on one leg.

“That’s it,” Soobin whispers to himself, grinding his hips into yours.

With your face pressed tightly against the wall, all you could do was jerk your bottom half to meet his.

“Coming,” you gasp.

“Go on, baby,” Soobin urges, tightening his grip to pound into you harder and faster.

Your words become null and void as you bite your lip, clench your teeth, and anything else to keep your noises down.

It’s like a warm sun washing over you that drenches you in freezing water- a back and forth feeling that leaves your head spinning as you cum on his dick.

“There’s my baby,” Soobin moans, slowing his pace to drag your orgasm out. “Look so pretty coming undone like this.”

You whimper, tiredly slumping against the wall.

“I’m almost there, love,” Soobin assures.

He pumps into you one more time, as deep as he could get. Slowly, he pulls out and the stimulation of your walls trying to keep him in while being covered in your cum makes him fall apart. He pulls out, cumming on your back.

There’s a pause of silence as you catch your breaths.

“Better?” you ask him.

“So, so..” he kisses your shoulder. “So much better.”

You scoff and he puts your foot back on the ground. You turn just as he’s stuffing his cock back in his pants.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you pester, wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him down for a proper kiss on the lips.

“Beyond lucky, baby.”

#txt #txt smut #soobin smut #txt soobin smut

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live-love-be-unique · 1 year

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Saturday Movie Night

I wrote this after it’s been floating around in my brain for a while now. Thanks to @josephfakingquinn & @ghost-proofbaby for encouraging me to post

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The door to the Munson trailer slams wide open with a bang and Eddie falls out, “she’s here guys!” He shouts back into the noise of the trailer, everyone else must be here already.

“Hey there stranger, what took you so long? I’ve had to put up with Steve trying to convince me that Cocktail is a better movie than Poltergeist for the last half an hour!” he gags. Your friend since middle school, Eddie Munson could best be described as a human tornado, a real force of nature, it’s this energy and love of metal, DnD and the macabre that earned him the nickname of ‘freak’, but it’s what drew you to him.

“If you missed me Eds, all you have to do is say it” I smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just lucky I didn’t send Hopper out there with a search party” he jokes, biting back a smile and slings his arm around my shoulder dragging me inside. He’s solid and warm and smells like a mix of cigarettes and the spice from his cologne.

The trailer is small but cozy, car magazines litter the coffee table and a shelf full of novelty mugs covers the wall behind the couch. A tiny television stands in the room corner. Tonight it’s full to the brim, Steve and Robin in front of the tv, argue over what to watch, Nancy and Jonathan in the kitchen getting snacks and drinks and the Hellfire kids sprawled out across the floor arguing about the latest campaign Eddie had created.

“You’re here!” Robin shouts, spotting you and dragging you by the arm towards the tiny kitchen, to join Nancy “okay, okay I need your advice” Robin pleads. Eddie glances over at you as Robin explains her latest interaction with Vicki, her crush, and whether or not it means she’s into her.

“You could just tell her you know” Steve mutters, not even needing to look at Eddie to know where his attention is, instead looking at the tapes in his hand.

“Just pick the movie, King Steve” Eddie mocks and sips his beer.

The movie, finally chosen; Gremlins, much to yours and Eddie’s dismay; as everyone files into the small living space. Eddie takes a seat next to you as you sit down on the couch. As you continued to talk with Nancy and Robin about some upcoming girls day you lean your back against his arm.

Torture, Eddie decides, this is torture.

Dustin jumps at something on the screen, throwing his bowl of popcorn everywhere, as choruses of “Dustin!” and “you butthead” ring out Eddie decides it’s time, time to man up as Steve would say; he can’t believe he’s taking advice from Harrington; he taps your shoulder and gestures outside, miming a smoke. I nod.

No one seems to have noticed as the two of you slip out the door. You sit on the worn out couch near the door falling into a comfortable silence as Eddie lights up a cigarette.

“It was getting a little crowded in there, I miss when Saturday movie night was just the two of us” Eddie mutters around the cigarette. He blows the smoke out into the night as he hands it to you.

“And miss out on the chance to scare everyone with Hellraiser last week?” I chuckle, accepting the cigarette, you both laugh at the particular memory of seeing several members of your tight not group the next day, exhausted from not sleeping out of fear.

“Okay, I don’t miss that” Eddie concedes, sighing as silence falls over you again. I lean my head against the back of the couch, staring up at the stars.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothin’, nothin” he says not meeting my eye.

“Let’s pretend I buy that” I laugh, passing back the cigarette. Eddie leans his own head back glances at you.

“Do you remember, in middle school, we had to make those lame ass valentines cards?” He says.

Of course you remember, the only card you got was a funny joke card from Eddie that Jason Carver had promptly ripped it in two.

“You made me that..monkey card” I laugh “and I made you that one with my shitty flower drawing on the front”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, he leans forward pulling out his wallet. Opening it he pulls out a folded up piece of paper and places it on your thigh.

I unfold the paper to reveal it’s the silly little card, with the badly drawn flower on the front faded from age and being shoved into Eddie’s wallet.

“You kept it?” I run my fingers over the little flower.

“I kept everything” Eddie’s staring now. His weighted admission hangs in the air. “The card. Those character sheets you made for Hellfire, your posters you made for Corroded Coffins gigs”.

“You did? Why?”

“Don’t make me say it.” Eddie groans.

“Eddie you can’t just tell me….” The words die in your throat as Eddie suddenly surges forward and his lips find yours. It’s messy and full of feelings.

“Oh” the only word you can form once you have pulled apart for air.

“Yeah” Eddie says, suddenly self conscious. “It’s weird and I’m not good with this shit like Steve, but yeah..” he runs a hand over his face and curses.

“I don’t care about Steve, Eds” his eyes shoot back up to your face.

“No?” There’s hopefulness in his voice.

“No” I admit. He grins and kisses you again, slower this time, as his hand glides along your arm before coming to rest at the back of your neck, tangling in your hair, pulling you closer and your hands grip the front of his shirt.

…“Robin! You owe me 20 bucks!” You hear Steve yell.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x you #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson fics

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fruitsoxs · 1 year

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Okokok I am here with a request:

Hear me out: Wolfwood x Reader where the reader and Wolfwood adopt a little one,,,

I swear to God, it'd be so soft and precious,,,

Thank you :D

ahhhh this is so cute. thank you!!

pairings; wolfwood x (GN)reader warnings; none notes; ive had an idea like this brewing in my brain for a awhile so i'm glad i had a reason to finally write it out! thank you!

His eyes trail across the cobblestone floors, landing on a particular pair who seem to be having the time of their lives. A crooked smile rests across his lips as he watches you play with the little boy that has grown quite attached to you. The kid is hanging off your back as you run around in a circle. The kid is giggling like a maniac, and you’ve got your own smile on your face.

He was sure it would be a mistake bringing you to see his old orphanage. He regretted it the moment the offer left his mouth, and your eyes lit up. He wasn’t sure how’d you react to his old home, or if you’d get along with everyone. You’re his favorite person in the world, and he couldn’t imagine what would happen if this all went wrong. But it didn’t.

Apparently, you’re really good with kids.

Maybe this was a mistake, because Wolfwood can’t stop staring at you as you play around. He can’t stop thinking that this all feels a little too right. After years of hard work, was it finally time for him to settle down with you? He looks over at your cute smiling face, and his heart clenches in his chest. He wants that. He wants it so bad, he’d drop everything now and adopt that child on the spot.

He pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on, and makes his way over to you. As soon as you see him, your smile breaks out into a large grin. You wave at him as he nears you, the child still hanging onto your neck.

“You look like you’re having fun.” he chuckles, resting his hands in the pockets of his pants. You smile sheepishly and shrug your shoulders. “This kid’s got a whole lotta energy.” you respond, hiking the kid higher onto your back. The kid giggles and presses his head into the back of your shoulder. Wolfwood finds his heart beating a little faster at the scene.

“Oh yeah?” Wolfwood mumbles moving so he’s eye level with the kid. “And what are you playing?” he asks. The kid grins a toothless grin. “We’re playing cowboys. I’m an outlaw-” The kid explains shooting off a pretend gun. “And I’m a horse-” you add on, laughing. Wolfwood can’t hold back the chuckle that escapes his throat.

“Well you know, every outlaw needs a sheriff to chase him.” Wolfwood tells the kid, grinning. He steps back and makes a gun with his fingers. “Put ‘em up!” He says dramatically, pointing his finger gun at the kid. The kid squeals happily as you start running from Wolfwood.

The three of you play around for a little bit, with wolfwood pretending to chase the boy. You end up putting the kid down and stepping back for a second to catch your breath, watching as the two continue playing on their own. The boy seems to be having more fun now than ever, and Wolfwood can’t help but feel like this is right.

The kid shouts out a few “Bangs!” and Wolfwood pretends he’s hit, putting a hand over his heart and collapsing onto the ground. “You got me kid-” he gasps dramatically. “You’re too good of a shot-” The kid laughs and runs off to continue playing with a few other kids that have joined in on the game.

Your head appears above Wolfwood, a hand held out offering to help him stand. He takes it and allows you to help pull him back onto his feet. When he’s up, he puts an arm around you and pulls you against his side as the two of you watch the kids play.

“They’re pretty cute, aren’t they?” you point out, resting your head on his shoulder. He smiles and nods. “Maybe we should take one home.” He finally says out loud. There’s a beat of silence before you turn to him with wide eyes. “Don’t joke-”

“I aint joking.” He cuts you off, a soft look upon his features. He reaches out to cup your cheek with his hand. “Seeing you running around with that kid- It had me thinking. Maybe it’s time?” he starts, staring into your eyes. “Maybe it’s time we settle down. For good. Just me, you…and the kid.” He smiles as he traces your cheek with his thumb.

You seem completely awestruck- but your shocked expression morphs into a smile and you nod. Tears start to gather in your eyes as you lean forward and press your lips against his softly. “I would love that.” You whisper as you pull away.

He pulls you into a hug with a smile. He can't wait to start a family with you.

#wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x you #wolfwood x y/n #wolfwood fluff

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idolatrybarbie · 9 months

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pairing: marcus pike x alex dozie (fem!OC)

word count & rating: 1.9k | mature

summary: meet marcus. err, i mean—congressman pike.

tags: angst, takes place in 2024, background american politics, lovers to exes to uh?, angst, heavy petting but no smut, previous relationship, alex ice bitch moments (but it's justified and i will fight to the death for her).

tags & notes: @atinylittlepain @amanitacowboy | this is a scheduled post - I'm still away. Please enjoy this pithy little bitch in my absence.

Rain. It’s been raining in D.C. for the past eight days with no end in sight. Homes flooded, whole blocks evacuated as basements fill with rainwater all around the city. The leading story of this twenty-four hour news cycle is if a bulging spot in the White House’s East Wing ceiling will break and flood the office of the First Lady.

The town car, sleek with water droplets, pulls up to the cubic brick building. When the vehicle halts next to the sidewalk, Marcus nods at his driver.

“Thanks, Hal,” he says.

“Would you like me to pull around back, sir?”

“No need. Take the rest of the day off.”

“Sir?”

“I’ll be a while,” Marcus says. “Don’t worry about it.”

He gets out of the car without another word. Oxfords don’t take too well to the rain. He makes his way through puddles gathered on the granite and marble walkway quickly. The guard at the door nods at him, shoulders dry beneath the building’s overhang when he opens the door for Marcus. Sorry, Congressman Pike.

Inside, the walls are mostly wood paneled. Stuffy and dated. Glancing around the place through her eyes as he makes his way, he knows that must be all she can see.

She’d want glass, Marcus thinks. Windows, disregarding the safety concerns.

She would say something like, “This is an office for the people. Why is it hidden from them?”

That’s what Marcus loves about her.

When he reaches the office he’s searching for, he stops at the receptionist’s desk. The man sat behind it is undeniably pretty, teeth perfectly white in the polite smile he flashes.

He asks, “Here to see Ms. Dozie, sir?”

Marcus nods, giving him a yes.

“You must be Congressman Pike.” He holds out his hand. Not shocking the kid knows him generally—he is a public figure—but surprising that he knows him and works for her.

Maybe she talks about me.

“Marcus is fine,” Marcus tells the man, shaking it.

“Cameron Temple,” he returns. “She’s through the second door that way.”

Marcus heads in the direction that Cameron points him to, squaring his shoulders when the first door closes behind him. He doesn’t have to knock on the second, wide open already. Alex sits behind a desk—grand and sturdy, dark European oak. She’s pouring over documents with a pen, scribbling in different places every few seconds. Silently, Marcus walks to the doorway and leans against the jamb.

She looks different. An image refined. Marcus observes the simple blazer draped over the back of her chair, the loose neckline of her blouse. She’s grown into herself since leaving the campaign. Since leaving him.

“Your hair’s different,” Marcus finally says.

Eyes still on the page she’s annotating, Alex says, “We’re going to ignore that that’s the first thing you’ve decided to say to a Black woman and pretend you just said hi.”

When she looks up at him, dark braids frame the sides of her face. Marcus remembers her straight bangs, or the flowing pin curls she wore to his swearing in ceremony. A different life. A different woman. And yet they’re both Alex Dozie all the same.

“Alex,” he says, stepping over the threshold of her office.

“Marcus,” she returns. Then she corrects herself. “Congressman. What brings you to the Capitol?”

Is it too straightforward to tell her that it’s her? Well, maybe not entirely. He’s been appointed to a congressional committee. His introductory hearing is tomorrow. But Marcus came here first. That has to count for something.

“Here for the energy and commerce meeting. Thought I’d stop by,” Marcus says.

“Well thanks for saying hi,” Alex says.

“Alex…”

“What?”

Glancing back at the door, Marcus pushes at it. They both watch as it closes. Clicking shut, he says, “It’s good to see you.”

“Sure it is,” Alex says. “What do you want Marcus?”

“To talk to you. Catch up. You never called.”

“I left.”

“I’m aware,” Marcus says. “You just—you disappeared.”

“I didn’t disappear. You won the election and I found a new job,” Alex says.

“Before resigning your old one.”

“I gave you my letter.”

“Through an aide,” Marcus counters. “You told some twenty-something intern to leave it on my desk.”

“And you knowing that means you got it. Good, great. Glad we could clear that up.”

“Why are you being like this?”

“Being like what, Marcus?” Alex asks. “You won. You are one of the one hundred and eighteen people to ever represent the state of Vermont in the United States House of Congress. You got what you wanted. Somewhere along the way, I played a small part to make that happen. What else do you want from me?”

Alex had been his press secretary, quick-thinking with undeniable charm hiding behind that Howard law degree. She was more than that, though. Lonely evenings at the campaign office turned into late night drinks with a new friend, and then something more. Marcus was in love; stupidly, wildly. He had hoped that she was too. And then she left, and there was no hope left for him to wonder.

“I need to know why,” he says. “Why you left.”

Alex takes in a breath, brows raising as her nose scrunches. Marcus has seen her do that a million times, making that face whenever a reporter threw her a particularly stupid question. They aren’t a team anymore. He’s on the outside looking in. Marcus has been reduced to the level of everyone else.

“It doesn’t matter why I left. You didn’t need me anymore,” Alex says.

“That’s not true. You know that's not true,” Marcus says. “We could have found you a job somewhere. You could’ve kept your old one!”

“Maybe I just got tired. The sneaking around, sex in dark corners. Hiding in the backseat of your car when someone parked theirs in the garage. What is that? What was that supposed to mean for me?”

“You’re telling me that you couldn’t see into our future?” Marcus asks.

“What future? The one where I’m your smart, but not too smart, pretty-for-a-Black-girl trophy wife? You’re lauded in the press for marrying a woman of colour and I get to sit outside the door while the big boys plot your path to the Governor’s mansion. Is that it? Do you think that’s what I want, Marcus?”

“I thought you wanted me. Us,” he says. Marcus’ eyes are soft circles now, sorrow plain on his face. A wounded animal waiting for the killing blow.

“Things don’t work like that,” Alex says, eyes glued to the floor. She’s trying to keep the tears at bay, pursing her lips hard in the way Marcus remembers. She hates crying in front of other people. Said it feels like dying inside. “It doesn’t matter what I wanted. I have to work twice as hard—”

“For half of what I have,” Marcus says. “I know.”

“Then why are you here?” Alex asks again, barely a whisper.

“Does it matter that I loved you? That I always did?” he asks.

Eyes watering, she fixes her gaze to the ceiling. Anywhere but on him. “Please stop.”

Marcus takes three steps closer to her. The closest he’s been in fourteen months, not that he’s keeping count. “Alex—”

“Please.”

A tear slips and falls, rolling down her cheek. Marcus wipes it away on instinct, thumb grazing her skin. It takes a moment for her to flinch away from his touch, walking back around the desk to put space between them. He doesn’t follow, respecting the physical boundary.

“I’m sorry to ambush you here. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Phone call. Letter, hell, telegram?” Alex options. “It’s been a year. You should have moved on.”

“Have you?”

The question is loaded; a pistol full of bullets that he’s openly handing her. Alex looks at it, weighing her options. Her answer really just might kill him.

“No,” she says quietly. “Everything has been so busy and…” Alex starts talking, reorganizing a stack of files at the corner of her desk. She doesn’t seem to notice Marcus rounding the corner of it and walking over to her side until she turns and he’s right there in front of her.

They’ve been in this exact position before. She’s swapped the pencil skirts for dress pants and the suits he can afford to wear these days are much nicer. This close, her breath icy against his lips from the gum she chews to focus, Marcus can sense that nothing has truly changed. Everything else is mere set dressing. Whatever is between them is still what it says on the tin.

“I’d like to kiss you,” Marcus says. He falters a half-step, giving Alex the chance to slip away. An out.

All she does is nod, says, “Okay.”

The kiss is hard. Teeth and spit clash and mix as Marcus gently sits her down at the very edge of her desk. The thought of her desk does something to him, cock stirring in his expensive pants. Assistant District Attorney in the office of the nation’s capital. A powerful woman, Alex is finally getting what she deserves. He kind of likes the idea of her telling him what to do, too.

She breaks up the kiss with a gentle hand to his chest. “We can’t do this here.”

Marcus takes a moment to scold his disappointment, keeping his face neutral. “Right,” he blinks. “Right, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Alex says. He sees a flash of the woman he used to know when she speaks. “I just—it’s my office. Cameron’s right outside.”

Slowly, Marcus backs away from her. Alex rearranges her top, putting it back in place. She looks gorgeous. More comfortable in her own skin than Marcus has ever seen her. The shyness she’d shown everyone when they first met is what drew him to her, but discovering the bold woman behind the meek facade is what had him tripping over himself.

“Your secretary is kind of hot,” Marcus says, trying to slice through any tension.

Alex lets out a big laugh, face splitting into a smile as she sucks in a harsh breath. “He’s the receptionist,” she says. “He’s a good kid. Does his job, makes sure I don’t look like an idiot in court.”

“You could never look like an idiot,” Marcus says.

“You need to stop that,” but there’s no force in her tone. Alex’s words are playful, the finger pointing at him more teasing than accusatory.

Something kicks in—an instinct or a sudden thought. The smile falls from her face, hands at her sides as Alex clears her throat. It’s like her brain has enacted the disciplinary protocols to shut down any experience of joy. Marcus watches it all play out on her face in an instant.

He beats her to the punch. “I should go.”

“You should,” she agrees.

“It was…good to see you, Alex,” Marcus says.

“Likewise, Congressman Pike.”

The wall is up again. That glimpse of the woman he knew was only that.

She’s right. Things have changed. Alex has changed. It’s been a year. Marcus should have moved on.

Without another word, he opens the door and leaves. Cameron is on the phone when he passes by, walking quickly through the building. A race into the rain. Surprisingly, the car Marcus arrived in is still parked at the curb when he gets outside. With the harsh beat in his chest, Marcus can’t find it in him to get even a little bit annoyed that he wasn’t listened to.

He pulls the back passenger door open himself, shielding his face from the rain with the sleeve of his suit jacket.

“You’re still here,” Marcus says.

“I figured you would still need a ride, sir,” Hal tells him. There's a tell in his tone, a knowing that Marcus can't shake.

“Right,” Marcus nods. “Well, thank you. We can go back to the hotel now.”

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