#but today leaves to the best boyfriends in all of persona

[cutebutgrumpyartist]

Happy Birthday to the only, Jun Kurosu!!

[en-dazedafterdark]

PAIRINGS: established relationship!jake x reader

GENRE: smut, fluff?

SYNOPSIS: In which you help your boyfriend relieve his stress after his schedule

WARNINGS: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), bath tub sex, shower sex, mentions of multiple rounds, oral sex (f receiving), handjob, creampie

WORD COUNT: 4k

A/N: wish this was me </3

The interviewer was asking him a question - something about how preparations for their world tour are going - and he nodded, smiling as if he was paying attention to her. He was answering the questions she was asking, but that was all; his mind wasn't on the interview. The last few weeks of preparation for this tour had been stressful and he'd had a hell of a time keeping up his happy, energetic, cheerful persona.

The only thing on his mind at the moment was going back home to his gorgeous girlfriend. His schedule had kept them apart for way too long and it was all he could do to not just run from the interview, jump in a car, and get the hell home so he could be with her.

"So, Jake," the interviewer asked. "Is there anything you would like to say before we go?"

Jake looked up. They were done? Finally. It had felt like forever, and now he could finally get some rest. "Uh," he said. "Yeah. I guess. Um, I wanna thank everyone who has supported us. And to all our fans, I'm looking forward to seeing you all again."

And to his girlfriend, he thought. I'm gonna give you the best fucking night of your life.

The interviewer smiled and gave the closing remarks, and the cameras were turned off.

The time passed by in a blur, he was so desperate to get home that even his group mates could sense his energy.

"Dude, chill," said Jay. "You're acting like you haven't seen her in years."

"It feels like it," Jake muttered.

"Oh, leave him alone, guys," said Sunghoon. "I'd act the same if my girl was waiting at home."

Jake gave his friend a grateful smile, and they both laughed as Jay and Heeseung made exaggerated gagging sounds.

Mercifully, there was little to no traffic, and they were back home within the hour.

"I'm gonna go see my girlfriend," Jake announced, ignoring his groupmates' good-natured teasing.

"Don't you want to eat first?" Jay asked, opening the fridge and poking around inside.

"I'll order in. See you guys tomorrow," Jake called, already heading towards the door.

The apartment complex wasn't far from the company building, and soon Jake was pushing open the door and stepping into his shared home.

He was met with an immediate wave of exhaustion, and he sighed heavily. It had been a long day.

"Y/N?" he called. There was no answer, but the door to their bedroom was closed.

Jake walked over to the door and opened it, smiling softly. You were sleeping, curled up on top of the sheets, the light from the lamp on the bedside table illuminating your soft skin.

"Jake..." you murmured, not even opening your eyes.

Jake couldn't help the smile that came over his face. "How'd you know I was here?"

"I'd know your footsteps anywhere," you replied sleepily.

Jake laughed. "Of course you would.”

You sat up and stretched, blinking owlishly as your eyes adjusted to the light. "Hey, babe. Did everything go well today?"

"Mmhmm," Jake hummed, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you. "How was your day?"

"Uneventful. But it's better now."

"Mm, I'll bet," Jake teased, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. “I had a long day and I still need to wash up and eat something. Would you like to join me, or are you too tired?"

"I'm never too tired for you," you replied. "Let me go run you a bath."

Jake let out a contented sigh, watching as you slipped off his lap and padded into the bathroom, the door shutting softly behind you.

Jake was exhausted, but he was also incredibly stressed. His schedule had been packed full the past week, and he'd barely had time to sleep. He'd been trying to be strong and keep up his cheery demeanor, but it was wearing him down, and he was getting more and more frustrated and tired as the days went by.

And you could tell.

You knew Jake better than anyone, and you could see the strain in his shoulders, the tightness in his voice. You could see how hard he was working, and you wanted to make sure he knew how much you appreciated it.

You turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, waiting until the bath was filled with steaming hot water before adding a generous amount of the lavender-scented bubble bath. The scent filled the air and you breathed deeply, inhaling the calming aroma.

The water was just right, and you shut it off, smiling. You turned around, planning to call for Jake, only to see him standing in the doorway, a towel around his waist and his eyes closed, a peaceful expression on his face.

"Babe?" you said, concerned.

Jake opened his eyes, looking over at you. "Sorry," he said, shaking his head. "Just spacing out a little."

You nodded, giving him a small smile. "Your bath is ready. Come on, get in."

Jake followed your instructions, sighing as he sank into the water. He was tired, but he wasn't relaxed yet.

"Are you alright?" you asked, kneeling beside the tub and stroking his hair.

"Yeah," Jake mumbled, closing his eyes again. "Just tired."

"I know," you whispered, gently cupping his face in your hand. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," Jake said, leaning into your touch.

"Still," you said. "You've been working so hard. And you're so stressed."

"I'm alright," Jake insisted, smiling at you. "Don't worry."

You weren't convinced, and you knew that if you didn't help him relax, he'd never be able to get a good night's sleep.

You leaned in and kissed him gently, your hands resting on his chest. He responded immediately, kissing you back and pulling you closer.

You smiled against his lips, feeling the tension melt away from him as he wrapped his arms around you and deepened the kiss.

"Mmm," he murmured, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against yours. "Join me.”

"Hmm?"

"Join me," he repeated, smiling.

You raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Please. I wanna hold you."

You couldn't say no to that.

You stood up, and Jake's eyes followed your movements as you stripped off your clothes. His gaze was hungry, and you felt a tingle run down your spine as you slipped out of your pants and panties. You felt a bit shy as you removed the last piece of your clothing, his eyes washing over every bit of your exposed skin.

"Come here," he murmured, and you stepped into the tub.

The water was hot, and the bubbles were thick, covering your body as you settled into his lap. Jake's hands ran down your back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You sighed, and he smiled.

"That feel good, baby?" he murmured, kissing the side of your neck.

"Yeah," you whispered, tilting your head to give him better access.

His hands continued to explore your body, his fingers skimming over your breasts and down your sides. His touch was light, and you squirmed, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Jake murmured, his voice husky.

"Shut up," you mumbled, blushing.

"I mean it," he insisted. "I've never seen a more gorgeous woman."

"Stop it," you whined, embarrassed.

"Never," Jake whispered, his voice low and gravelly. "Not when you're like this."

He leaned in and kissed you, his hands squeezing your ass. You gasped, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

The feeling of his body against yours, his hands on your skin, his tongue in your mouth, his fingers squeezing your ass - it was too much. You felt your arousal pooling between your legs, and you pressed yourself against him, desperate for friction.

“Jakey… let me wash you off."

Jake groaned. "You're killing me, baby."

"Please," you said, kissing his jaw. "You've had a long day."

"Fine," Jake relented, his eyes dark with desire. He turned around, somewhat awkwardly in the small bath tub.

You picked up the bar of soap, lathering it up and running your hands over his back, massaging his sore muscles. He moaned, the sound sending another shiver of desire through you.

"Oh, fuck," he murmured. "That feels so good."

You continued to massage his back, taking your time and making sure you got every part of him. When you were satisfied, you moved onto his chest, and then his stomach, working your way down his body.

His erection was standing tall and proud, and you couldn't resist.

You reached out, taking him in your hand and stroking him gently.

Jake let out a gasp. "Oh, fuck, Y/N..."

"Shh," you murmured, leaning forward and kissing his shoulder. "Just relax."

You stroked him slowly, your grip firm. He moaned, his hips thrusting forward into your hand.

"That's it," you whispered. "Just let go."

"I...I can't," he panted, his hips moving in time with your movements.

"Yes, you can," you cooed, speeding up your pace.

He was so close, and you could tell he was on the edge. You kept stroking him, and he threw his head back, a groan escaping his lips as he came, his seed splashing into the water.

You held him in your hand, feeling him pulse. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, and you could feel him trembling.

"Fuck," he mumbled.

You smiled, letting go of his softening member and wrapping your arms around him.

"You okay, baby?" you whispered, nuzzling his neck.

"More than okay," he murmured. "Thank you, Y/N."

"You're welcome," you replied, kissing his temple.

He stayed like that for a few moments, his breath tickling your skin, his body relaxed against yours. Finally, he sat up, looking at you.

"Now it's your turn," he said, his eyes full of mischief.

You giggled. "Jake, I'm fine."

"No, no," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "I insist. Let me take care of you."

He took the soap, lathering it up in his hands and then placing them on your breasts, massaging the suds into your skin. You gasped, the sensation sending tingles of pleasure through you.

He took his time, massaging your breasts and teasing your nipples. His touch was gentle but insistent, and you could feel your arousal growing.

"Jake..." you murmured, closing your eyes and enjoying his ministrations.

"Feel good?" he whispered, his voice husky.

"Mmm," was all you could manage.

His hands traveled down your body, caressing your skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He slipped one hand between your legs, his fingers brushing against your folds.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily.

"That's it," he murmured, his fingers moving against you, circling your clit. Your chest was heaving and if it had been any other time you would’ve been embarrassed at the way your hips were desperately moving against his hand, but at this point all you could think about was him.

"Fuck, Jake, please," you whimpered, your body aching for him. You felt warm all over, heat rising from your legs and spreading to the rest of your body.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he purred, his fingers teasing your entrance.

"I need you," you moaned, unable to contain yourself any longer. "Please, Jake, I need you inside me."

Jake groaned at the sound of you whining his name, and his hands stilled. You opened your eyes, and he was staring at you, his eyes dark with lust.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispered, and you felt a wave of heat wash over you.

You looked up at him, your eyes pleading, and he leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring and dominating, and you couldn't help but moan.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, needing him. He broke the kiss, his breath hot on your lips, and looked down at you, his gaze full of hunger and desire.

“Come closer baby. Straddle me," he growled, his voice low and gravelly.

You did as he said, straddling his hips and positioning yourself above him.

He reached down, his hands gripping your ass, and pulled you down, sheathing himself inside of you.

You cried out, the sudden sensation of him filling you sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. He groaned, his grip on you tightening as he began to move his hips, fucking you slowly.

You were a whimpering mess, the feeling of him inside you, filling you completely, driving you insane. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders, as you tried to keep up with his pace.

“Jake Jake Jake Jake..." you moaned, the sound of his name on your lips a symphony to his ears.

He was relentless, his movements fast and powerful, his hips thrusting upward as he fucked you hard and deep. His mind had gone blank as soon as he had felt your walls grip his cock, the only thing on his mind was making you fall apart.

"Look at me, baby," he murmured, and you looked up, meeting his gaze. His eyes were full of hunger and passion, and you felt your orgasm approaching, the intensity of his gaze sending you over the edge.

"Fuck," he gasped, feeling you clench around him.

He continued to thrust into you, his pace unrelenting. You were barely coherent, the sensations too much for you to handle. Your legs were shaking, your toes curled, and you were moaning his name.

"Jake, fuck, Jake..."

"Come for me, baby," he growled, his grip on your hips tightening. “Come around my cock."

You did as he said, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast. Your body trembled and shook, waves of pleasure washing over you.

He continued to fuck you, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. His fingers dug into your skin, and you felt him stiffen, his release coming seconds after yours.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he muttered, his cock twitching inside of you.

The two of you were still for a moment, basking in the afterglow, before Jake pulled out of you, his softening member sliding from inside you.

"Are you alright, babe?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah," you breathed, your body still tingling.

He smiled, the expression on his face almost boyish. "Good. You're incredible, you know that?"

"You're not so bad yourself," you teased, reaching up and running your fingers through his hair.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, too," you whispered, cuddling against him.

You stayed like that for a while, enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies. Finally, Jake spoke up.

"We should get out. We're going to prune. And we should probably wash up some more. We’re sitting in cum water now.”

“Gross! I don't wanna get up," you whined, snuggling closer to him.

"Come on, baby," he said, giving you a gentle squeeze. "Let's get out and shower. And then we can cuddle in bed."

"Fine," you sighed, reluctantly pulling away from him.

You stood up, the water cascading down your body, and stepped out of the tub. Jake followed suit, and you watched as the water dripped off of his chiseled body.

"What are you looking at?" he teased, noticing the way you were ogling him.

"Nothing," you said, a blush creeping across your cheeks.

He grinned, stepping closer and kissing your cheek. "Don't worry, I'll let you stare all you want later. Right now, we need to wash up."

"Okay," you mumbled, feeling silly.

Jake turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up before ushering you in. You sighed, the hot water hitting your skin and relaxing your muscles.

"Feel good?" he asked, his hands resting on your hips.

"Yeah," you murmured, leaning back against him.

He smiled, and reached for the body wash, squirting some into his hands and beginning to massage it into your skin.

"Hmmm," you hummed, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you.

"Like that, huh?" he whispered, his voice low.

"Yeah," you replied, the sensation of his hands on your body making you shiver.

His hands slid from your shoulder to your back, slowly reaching to the front and cupping your breasts.

"Mmmm," you moaned, closing your eyes and letting him work his magic.

"Feels good?" he murmured, his breath hot on your ear.

"So good," you breathed, your body beginning to heat up again. “I don’t think you want to just shower right now.”

"No," he whispered, his hands moving lower, ghosting over your belly. "I want to fuck you again. Right here. In the shower."

You moaned, the thought of his hands on you, his cock inside of you, his mouth on your skin making your head spin.

“Can I taste you baby?”

His voice was thick with desire, and you could feel the tension between you.

You nodded, your words failing you, and he wasted no time. He pushed you up against the wall, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of heat everywhere he touched. You couldn't get enough of him, the feeling of his skin against yours intoxicating.

He kissed his way down your body, his lips ghosting over your sensitive nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through you. His hands cupped your breasts, gently squeezing and kneading them.

"Oh, god," you moaned, the sensation making your head spin.

"Like that, baby?" he murmured, his mouth trailing lower, leaving a path of kisses down your stomach.

"Yes," you breathed, your head falling back as his hands traveled lower, his fingers teasing your folds.

"You're so wet," he whispered, his voice husky. "So ready for me."

"Please," you begged, desperate for him to touch you, to fuck you, to make you come.

"Patience, baby," he purred, his fingers continuing to tease you, sending waves of pleasure through you.

You were a whimpering mess, the anticipation nearly unbearable. His mouth found your inner thigh, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"Jake, please," you moaned, your body trembling with need.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he said, his tongue darting out to lick a trail up your thigh.

"I want you to eat me out," you breathed, the words leaving your lips in a rush. "I want your tongue inside me."

"As you wish, princess," he murmured, his voice low and sexy.

His mouth found your pussy immediately, his tongue lapping at your folds. The sensation was intense, and you cried out, the feeling of his tongue against your sensitive flesh almost too much.

He explored your most intimate parts, his tongue dancing over your clit and making you see stars. You were a writhing mess, the feeling of his mouth on you pushing you to the edge.

"Jake, fuck, Jake..." you moaned, your hands desperately trying to grasp at the wet tile behind you.

He increased the pressure, his tongue circling your clit and his fingers teasing your entrance.

You were lost in the pleasure, your body overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Please," you begged, your body aching for release. "Please, Jake."

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. He gave your clit a hard flick with his tongue, sending you hurtling over the edge. You came hard, your body convulsing, the pleasure overwhelming you.

"Oh, god," you whimpered, your body trembling as the aftershocks rippled through you.

But Jake didn’t stop. His tongue continued to lap at you, his fingers pushing into you, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from you. You were barely able to stand, your legs shaking and threatening to give out.

"Jake, please, I can't take it," you panted, your voice barely a whisper.

"One more," he demanded, his tone commanding. "You can do it baby. Give me one more."

You couldn't deny him, and you knew your body was already responding, the pleasure building again. His mouth worked its magic, his tongue finding all the right spots, his fingers curling inside of you. You were helpless against the onslaught, and before long, you were coming again, the intensity taking your breath away.

"Fuck," you cried, your body shuddering as you came.

He slowed his movements, his tongue languidly licking you, easing you down from your high. When you finally caught your breath, he looked up at you, his face glistening with your arousal.

"You okay, baby?" he asked, his voice rough and husky. You could barely hold yourself up, but you managed a nod.

"Good," he purred, getting to his feet. He kissed you, his tongue parting your lips, tasting you. You moaned, the taste of yourself on his tongue turning you on.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he groaned, his erection pressing against your leg.

"I want you," you breathed, your voice trembling.

"Then have me," he murmured, his hands cupping your ass and lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his cock brushing against your entrance.

He pushed you against the wall, his lips crashing against yours. He entered you in one swift motion, the feeling of him stretching you making you gasp.

"Fuck," he moaned, his hips thrusting into you, burying himself deep inside of you. “Pussy so good, you were made for me weren’t you? So perfect. All mine."

"Yes," you cried, the sensation of him filling you driving you wild. "All yours."

"Fuck, yes," he growled, his hips pounding into you. You clung to him, your nails raking down his back, urging him on.

He was relentless, his hips pistoning into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You were lost in the pleasure, your mind foggy, only the sensation of his body against yours and his cock inside of you registering.

You were moaning incoherently, the feeling of him fucking you taking over. He buried his face in your neck, his lips and teeth teasing your skin. You were on the edge, the pleasure building, the pressure increasing.

"I'm close," you whimpered, the words leaving your lips involuntarily.

"Me, too," he grunted, his hips slamming into you, his pace quickening.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. You felt him stiffen, his cock twitching inside of you as he came.

You were right behind him, the sensation of him coming inside of you sending you over the edge.

You came together, your bodies shuddering, the pleasure taking over. You were a panting, moaning, trembling mess, and the world faded away, the only thing that existed was the two of you and the intense pleasure.

"Holy shit," you finally breathed, when you had finally come down from your high.

"Yeah," Jake murmured, his breath warm against your neck.

You leaned against him, your body still shaking, unable to move.

He held you for a few moments, before carefully setting you down. Your legs were weak, but you managed to stand.

"I think we need another shower," he chuckled, gesturing to the mess the two of you had made.

"I don't think I can handle another round," you said, the thought of him fucking you again making your legs weak.

“Oh we’re not done, baby. I want you in my bed. All night long. But first, we have to actually shower. Then maybe dinner and drinks. And then more fun. You game?"

You nodded, the thought of spending the night with him making you giddy.

"Good. Now let's wash up and get out of here. I'm starving." And a loud grumble echoed throughout the bathroom, which could only be Jake's stomach.

You laughed, and pulled him in for a kiss. "Sounds like a plan."

"Perfect. Because there's so much more I want to do to you," he purred, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Then let's get started," you whispered, a wicked grin spreading across your face.

It would take an hour and three more orgasms for the two of you to leave the bathroom. And that was only the beginning.

[beginningofwonderland]

Angel - Park Seonghwa

Pairing: domSeonghwaxfemReader

Genre: smut (MINORS DNI!)

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: During a gaming session with your best friend San you admit to him that your boyfriend Seonghwa is too soft to you. You complain about his angel persona and want him to fuck you right instead. To your demise, Seonghwa accidentally listened in on your conversation and is now determined to make all your wishes come true.

Warnings: establishing a safeword but NO USE of that safeword, rough sex, oral sex (both receiving), deep-throating, choking, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), creampie, dumbification

Seonghwa littered soft kisses from your jaw to your lips and smiled at you like the human incarnation of sunshine.

"You feel good now, baby?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yes, I do angel." You nuzzled your head into his shoulder in response.

You did feel good. After a cuddly makeout session that had turned steamy in the laziness of a saturday morning Seonghwa had just finished eating you out for what felt like hours. He was an expert with his tongue, making you come multiple times until you had to pull him away from your sensitive core because he would go on forever if he could.

But still you felt like something was missing. With the way he always held onto you like a delicate flower, his fingers merely ghosting over your skin. Sometimes you wished for them to just grab you, to leave you bruised and crying beneath him until you couldn't take any more.

You and Seonghwa were still a relatively new thing and you were sure he had this cute little image of you inside his head that you were afraid to destroy. But deep down inside, you just wanted him to treat you more roughly when it came to the bedroom.

"I'll make us some coffee," he pulled you from your dirty thoughts and you released him from your hug so that he could get out of bed. When he left the room, you sighed. You had tried to give him hints before, telling him to go harder, moving your own hands on top of his to squeeze your skin, but he continued treating you like fine porcelain.

You soon got dressed and joined Seonghwa to make some breakfast. You two shared pancakes in the morning sunlight that fell through the wall length windows in Seonghwa's apartment as you talked about your plans for the day.

"I have a meeting with Hongjoong and then I'll have to run some errands today," Seonghwa explained. "I won't be back before dinner."

"Then I'll meet up with San online for some gaming later. We haven't been able to play in ages." Since San had moved to the other end of town, you two met online more often than in real life and usually used that time to catch up on each other and discuss the hottest gossip. You two had been best friends for years and you had actually met Seonghwa through him.

"That sounds good. Say 'hi' to him from me."

You finished your breakfast and Seonghwa soon left for his appointment with Hongjoong. You started off your day slowly and watched some Netflix before taking a shower and getting dressed. You usually stayed at Seonghwa's place over the weekend since he had the bigger and much nicer apartment out of the two of you.

He even let you make your own little gaming area in his office room where you could play when you stayed at his place. You got yourself a cold drink and finally settled into his comfortable office chair to go online and play with San. He had agreed to meet up only minutes after you had texted him. He usually stayed in on the weekends anyway.

"Hey Sannie," you greeted him through your headset as soon as you joined the call with him.

"Helloooo," he answered in a bright spirit.

You two started setting up the game and soon joined the first match while exchanging small talk. It was a comfortable routine for both of you. Somehow talking to each other while busying yourself with a game just made everything easier. Before you even noticed, you two were already playing for hours.

"So how is it really going right now, San?" You asked during an annoyingly long loading screen. "How is living with Wooyoung?"

A deep sigh was hearable through San's microphone. "He's being Wooyoung, like always. But lately he got into cooking so at least I get meals now to compensate for his annoying ass."

You laughed at his whiny tone. You knew how the two friends were around each other; always teasing and annoying each other but still inseparable. "Just don't fight over a stupid puzzle again. I'm sick of finding pieces whenever I visit you two."

San chuckled at the memory of how he and Wooyoung had thrown puzzle pieces at each other in a petty fight. "And how is it going with Seonghwa?" he asked in return.

"Good," you answered. Your mind couldn't help but wander to the worries you had had just this morning.

"Oh god what is it?" San asked in a panicked tone.

"What do you mean? I said good!" You tried to defend yourself.

"Yeah, but you should've heard yourself saying it. Terrible would've sounded nicer."

You groaned in frustration. You didn't mean to make it sound that bad.

"What is it?" San pressed on. "Cause I swear to god if he treats you badly I will collect Wooyoung and we will kick his ass-"

"He treats me very well, don't worry," you interrupted San before he could get any more dumb ideas.

"You sure?" the man asked sceptically. The next match finally started and you didn't even realize your rambling as you answered him.

"Yeah, in fact he is a literal angel. He already knows all my favourite candies and brings me some everytime he visits the store. He always lets me choose what to watch even if he hates the cheesy horror movies I like. I mean he basically let me turn his office into a gaming room for me."

"I'm happy to hear that. But what is the problem then?" San asked with confusion evident in his voice. "Does he not fuck you right?"

You didn't want to admit to it but the prolonged silence spoke volumes. San laughed at the other end of the call.

"Damn, and I always thought he had it in him. He acts like he does at least. You two do fuck, right?"

San couldn't see but you blushed helplessly in front of the monitor. "Yes, we do. God this is embarrassing."

"How is this embarrassing? You always told me about your dates before Seonghwa. In detail," San argued with you while quite literally saving your life in the match you couldn't concentrate on any more.

"That was fine because you didn't know any of those guys. But you've known Seonghwa longer than I do and this is... embarrassing."

"You're being annoying. You can talk to me Y/n. Maybe I can help," he tried to coerce you into spitting out your problem. "Also I'm nosy. So what's the problem?"

What you didn't notice was that Seonghwa had already returned to the apartment. He had made an effort to open the door as silently as possible. He knew you would still be gaming with San and wanted to surprise you with a self-cooked dinner after you were done. He had sped through all his errands, so that he could come home earlier.

After returning he couldn't resist to check in on you for a second. He wanted to make sure you hadn't noticed his early return and also get another glance at you before preparing dinner. You always looked so cute at his desk with your headset and controller.

He cracked open the door to his office carefully. As expected, you were completely focussed on the game and didn't notice a thing. His eyes flitted over your tight crop top and the sweat shorts you were wearing in the heat and his mind already started wandering places at the sight of your glistening skin. What he didn't expect was what you were talking about.

"The problem is that he treats me a little to well."

Is she talking about me?

Seonghwa was stunned into his place. He knew he shouldn't eavesdrop but he couldn't resist staying a little longer to hear what else you had to say.

"I think you'll need to elaborate on that," San replied audibly confused.

"He treats me like a porcelain doll!" you finally admitted. "I think he has this image of me as his cute, innocent girl that he doesn't want to hurt. But I really wished he would just fuck me without holding back."

San chuckled at the other end of the call. Meanwhile Seonghwa was frozen into his spot. He couldn't believe his own ears. He would've never guessed that this was what you wanted and was surprised by your words.

But more than that he felt a burning heat spread through his whole body as he processed what you said. You wanted him to have his way with you without holding back. The thought made him dizzy.

Ever since you two were together that was exactly what he had been doing: holding back. He thought that you deserved someone that loved you tenderly and carefully. So he tried his best to be that person.

"That sounds like you should just talk to him," San replied after some pondering.

" know," you said. "I want to tell him but I don't know how. It's kind of hard to bring up..."

Seonghwa swallowed hard as he felt bad that you were afraid to speak up to him. You were right. He didn't want to hurt you because he couldn't stand the thought of you hurting. But now that he knew that was exactly what you wanted... he felt every little bit of self control leave his body. He left his place at the door before he could fuck you right there in his office chair and closed the door silently behind him. He had different plans with you.

"I'm afraid he might not like it," you shyly added to San in the silence.

"Trust me," San snickered. "He is heads over heels for you. He won't push you away. Also I happen to know Seonghwa well enough to assure you, that's exactly what he likes."

You smiled at San's reassuring words and you two continued your game. Talking to him had actually made you feel better. You planned on talking to Seonghwa as soon as the opportunity came up.

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You put the controller back into the drawer which Seonghwa kept free for only you and stretched your limbs after getting out of the chair. You had played longer than expected but it was nice to catch up with San.

Just as you made your way into the living room to maybe watch some more Netflix until Seonghwa returned, you heard some rumbling in the kitchen. The noise took you by surprise and you got scared for a second, thinking it might be an intruder.

"Hwa?" you called out carefully and wandered towards the kitchen. Your heartbeat quickened when noone answered you.

You turned the corner only to see Seonghwa deeply in thought apparently concentrating on the stir fry in front of him. You relaxed as you saw him standing in the kitchen and not a robber.

"You're home already! Why didn't you come say hi to me?" you asked cutely and wrapped your arms around his torso careful not to interrupt his cooking.

He looked down at you almost like in a haze and it took a few seconds before he answered.

"I didn't want to interrupt your gaming session so I thought I'd cook us some dinner."

"That's very nice of you," you said and placed a tender kiss on his cheek. He really did treat you so well. You should talk to him after dinner.

But Seonghwa still seemed to be caught up in something. His eyes stared into the frying pan blankly and his hand stirred in a robotic motion. You eyed him carefully, wondering what could be going on in his head.

"Is everything okay, Hwa?" you asked him worriedly.

In response Seonghwa seemed to snap out of his focus and smiled at you: "Of course, sweetheart."

But his answer sounded posed, his voice a little too melodious as he tried sounding happy. You let it slide for now, not wanting to push him, maybe you were over-interpreting his behaviour.

What you couldn't know was that Seonghwa had spent every single second since he heard you talking to San imagining the things he wanted to do to you. His hand moved without him even noticing as he prepared the meal but his mind was all over the places he wanted to fuck you in now that he knew how much you wanted him to ruin you.

All of the possibilities clouded his mind and he found himself almost a little mad at you for not speaking up to him. All he wanted was for you to be happy but you would have to let him.

Both of you set the table and Seonghwa finished cooking dinner. You two settled down in an unusual silence as he started to fill your plate.

"How was your meeting with Hongjoong?" you asked, trying to get him to talk.

"Good," Seonghwa answered once again, his mind miles away from the meeting with his friend. In fact he couldn't even remember what they had talked about anymore.

His short reply worried you even more. "Are you sure, you're okay, Hwa? I feel like there's something you're not telling me."

Before he could hold himself back Seonghwa huffed out a breath of air and looked at you with a glint in his eyes. The intensity his gaze suddenly held took you by surprise.

"You think there's something I am not telling you?" he asked you back with a cocked up eyebrow. He was still standing while you had already sat down and his hands now came down onto the table to support himself as he looked at you with dark eyes.

 A cold shiver ran over your skin by the insinuation of his words. What was he talking about?

"What do you mean, angel?" you asked him in confusion.

Seonghwa slowly made his way over to you, his eyes fixed on yours like you were his prey. He stopped only inches before you before bending down to be at eye level with you. You could feel his hot breath on your lips.

"Angel. That's the problem about me isn't it? I'm too nice to you aren't I?" he asked with a pitying voice. He wasn't actually mad at you, but your question had stirred the tiniest bit of anger within him that mixed with all the held back sexual desire he had for you after overhearing your talk to San.

You couldn't answer him. How did he find out about what you had only just admitted to your best friend? Every sound got stuck in the back of your throat as Seonghwa stared at you so intensely. The way he hovered above you excited you wildly.

Your boyfriend seemed to take pity on you as he answered your unasked question: "I wanted to see if you were still playing with San when I overheard your little conversation."

A rush of embarrassment ran through you and you lowered your head to hide the blush on your cheeks. But at the same time you got excited. Judging from his behaviour he must have overheard the most important part. When he laid a finger under your chin to lift your head back up, you were already putty in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Hwa. I swear I wanted to talk to you about it," you started apologizing before he even asked you to. An amused grin spread over Seonghwa's handsome features and a small chuckle left him.

"And when exactly, princess? After I eat you out again for hours and you tell me you feel perfect? Did you lie to me too?"

He knew he was getting cruel but the way your eyes widened and you looked at him through those puppy eyes, he was sure he was pushing exactly the right buttons. The panic in your eyes only added to the burning desire inside of him.

"No! I didn't lie to you, Seonghwa! You are so good with your tongue, please I'm sorry." You almost stumbled over your words, eager to calm down the flames behind his hungry eyes.

"Sorry for what exactly? Tell me and I might forgive you." He said those last words slowly, almost in a whisper. Like he wasn't really sure about the idea of forgiving you.

"I'm sorry for not telling you what I want."

"And what is it that you want?" A dangerous smirk spread on his face. He wanted you to say it. Wanted to hear your pretty little voice repeat the words you had spoken to San before.

"I want you to be more rough with me," you almost whispered in admittance as you couldn't help but get shy under his stare.

"What did you say, baby? I couldn't hear you." His hand tightened it's grip on your chin and you almost moaned, already arching your back a little under his touch.

"I want you to be more rough with me, Seonghwa," you repeated louder this time, eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

"No, no. Exactly what you said before, baby!"

You had to rummage through your memory for a second before you could recall the words, you had spoken to San before:

"I really want you to just fuck me without holding back."

"Good girl," he hummed out and you couldn't help but shudder. "Now was that so hard? You know I couldn't help but get a little mad at you for telling San but not me. But now that you already look so pliant for me I can't really hold a grudge."

You swallowed and looked at him expectantly.

"So I can have my way with you now, beautiful?" he asked eagerly, eyes darkening by the second.

"Please," you answered already desperate for him to touch you. You never knew Seonghwa could be this way, but his dominant behaviour already drove you to insanity. If you had known, you would've told him way earlier about your desires.

"Then there's just one more thing," his expression suddenly turned soft again. "I need you to choose a safe word in case I get too much for you. If I make you uncomfortable in any way I want you to stop me. Okay, baby?"

You nodded at him with warm eyes. He made you feel so incredible safe. "How about eavesdropping?"

"You really want me to punish you, don't you?" Seonghwa said in a low tone and lifted your chin just a tiny bit more to show you who was in charge.

"I'm sorry, I'm just joking. I'll go with..." Your eyes flitted across the room in search for a useful word: "sunset."

Seonghwa smiled at you: "Better." Then his eyes darkened again and the warm smile dropped from his face as he looked you up and down.

"You know what I always wanted to do with you?" he asked tauntingly, his thumb running over your bottom lip and his eyes following its trail.

You gave a small shake of your head to show him you didn't know the answer. A smirk tugged on one end of his lips in response.

"You know how much I love it when you're giving me blowjobs, don't you? But I always wanted to fuck your pretty little mouth and make you choke on my cock until you can't breath anymore."

His direct words sent a jolt of electricity through your body and you couldn't stop a moan escaping your lips. His eyes flitted up to yours in surprise at the sound.

"So eager already? Then how about we make that your punishment for not telling me what you actually want, princess?"

You nodded quickly: "Please."

He huffed at you. "Please what, baby? It looks like I need to teach you how to talk properly from now on."

"Please choke me on your cock," you replied shamelessly, eyes blown wide as you stared at him from beneath.

Seonghwa groaned at your words and suddenly he grabbed you by your shoulders and shoved you down to the floor on your knees. He observed you cautiously, worried he might be too rough with you but the fire in your eyes only lit up more as he manhandled you onto the ground.

"Get those pants off of me unless you want me to edge you all night, will you, baby?"

Your hands scrambled to open his belt and jeans in an embarrassingly fast tempo. As you pulled his pants and underwear down, you were surprised to see that he was already fully hard. You would have never thought that your little talk had already turned him on so much.

You grabbed his length eagerly and looking up at him through hooded eyes you started slowly licking along the tip. Seonghwa's eyes fluttered in response and his hand weaved into your hair, to get a firm grip on your head.

"If I were you I wouldn't tease me that much," he grunted out as you continued your kitten licks on his tip. The dark glow in his eyes made your heart race and you quickly took him fully into your mouth.

Seonghwa was rather long and you couldn't fit him into you completely without choking. You did your best to take him as deep as you could but you already felt him hit the back of your throat.

"Am I too big for my small little girl?" he asked tauntingly, pushing you onto him just a tiny bit deeper, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You never knew you would enjoy the feeling of his cock pressing down your throat so much. But maybe it was just the general idea of him using you like he pleased that turned you on so much that your panties were already soaking.

Holding tightly onto your hair, he started fucking himself into your mouth. Seonghwa started off slowly but as you met his thrusts eagerly he sped up his tempo quickly. Soon your eyes fell shut as choked moans reverberated through your throat along his cock. Both your hands grabbed onto his thighs for some kind of hold.

Your whiny noises and the eagerness which with you sucked his dick surprised Seonghwa. He never expected you to be so into it, but as he watched you fall apart on his cock without even getting pleasured yourself, he soon started throbbing in your mouth with an impending orgasm.

Tugging firmly on your hair, he removed your lips from his cock and watched a line of spit trail down your chin as you opened your eyes. The fucked out look on your face almost made him paint your face in cum but he managed to hold back as he bend down to your face and shared a messy kiss with you.

"Didn't know you were such a hungry little slut," he said with glinting eyes before pulling you up from your knees.

You almost stumbled into his arms, your legs not quiet awake from being in the same position for too long. Seonghwa's strong arms caught you and pressed your body to his own for a short moment. The warmth of the embrace made you smile. His grasp held an intimacy that let your heart flutter in almost unbearably strong affection.

"Now you better hurry onto the bed before I ruin you on the carpet right here," Seonghwa rasped into your ear before shoving you off of him once again.

The strong command once again made electricity surge through your body and you hurried to the bedroom. As soon as you sat yourself on the bed and faced back towards Seonghwa he was already in front of you. His pupils blown wide in a state of desire that you had never seen him in before. He grabbed your face harshly between both his hands and shared a deep kiss with you as he hovered above you.

Your hands wound into his raven locks in response, sharing breathless moans as your tongues clashed with one another. One of Seonghwa's hands wandered down to the hem of your shirt and reading his thoughts you interrupted the kiss for him to quickly dispose of your shirt. Left only in a lace bralette and your tiny shorts Seonghwa devoured the sight of you.

"You were right, doll. You do look like such a innocent, fragile little thing to me." His eyes now landed on yours again. "That makes me want to ruin you even more."

He roughly pushed you down onto the bed before crawling over you. As he buried his lips in your neck you could feel his throbbing cock rubbing against your thigh, making you whimper under his touch. All you wanted was for him to touch you but Seonghwa had his own plans with you.

Sucking harshly on your skin he started leaving marks all over your neck. "You like that? Want me to mark you all over?" he asked in between two hickies.

"Yes, please Seonghwa. Make me yours."

Your enthusiasm only spurred him on. His hands started squeezing your breast now, playing with your nipples through the thin fabric covering them. You couldn't help arching your back and trying to rub yourself on his thigh to get some kind of friction where you most wanted it.

In an instant, Seonghwa's hands rushed down to your hips, pinning them against the bed. "Did I allow you to do that, doll? I thought you wanted me to have my way with you?" His eyes were down right intimidating as he looked at you beneath him.

"I'm sorry, Seonghwa. I'll do anything you want."

A small chuckle left him at your desperate response. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

"Strip," was all he said then and within a heartbeat you started removing your shorts and panties, followed by your bra. In the meantime Seonghwa also rid himself of his shirt, leaving you both naked.

He scooted down on the bed, slowly spreading your legs so he could lower his upper body in between your thighs. Looking up at you through his predator-like eyes, he made a show of dragging his fingers slowly over the skin of your inner thighs. When he started placing delicate kisses all around where you needed him the most you started shaking beneath him.

"Please, Seonghwa. Please just touch me."

"Want me here?" he asked tauntingly, starting to gently rub your clit with his middle finger.

"Fuck, yes!" The tiny amount of pleasure already had your lashes fluttering.

"But you want more right? Want me to destroy my little girl and have my way with her?"

You nodded frantically, not being able to bring out anything but whimpers beneath Seonghwa's grasp.

"Well don't make me stop now since you wanted this," Seonghwa said before burying his tongue between your legs.

You really never lied to him when you told him he was insanely good at eating you out. As his tongue circled around your clit, two of his fingers buried themself in your cunt and you closed your eyes in pure pleasure as he started pumping them in and out of you.

Usually he would work you up gently with only one, but after your confessions from today he was way rougher with you now. As a result you felt yourself being thrown towards the edge much faster. Your pleasure already starting to build up as his pace only quickened.

"I'm gonna cum," you warned him through heavy breaths.

But either Seonghwa was too lost between your legs or he didn't care because he just kept on lapping at your core when your high finally crashed down over you. You moaned out shamelessly and as your hips started trembling, Seonghwa pinned them down firmly with his arm.

"Please," you pleaded at him to give you a break but he didn't show any mercy to you.

"I'll make you come as often as I want," he spits at you as his thumb takes over his tongue in pleasuring your sensitive clit. "This is what you asked for, baby."

A mad smile spread on his face that let shivers run over your entire body before he lowered his mouth done again and buried his tongue inside of you. You had to close your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. All of a sudden, the overstimulation was taken over by lust again and you reeled towards another orgasm faster than you had ever done before.

"Fuck," you moaned before a few more firm circles of Seonghwa's thumb pushed you over the edge again. This time you didn't tremble but went full on limp beneath him. Your ears were ringing as the intense feeling rushed through your body. Faintly, you notice Seonghwa finally detaching from your core.

"Look at you all messed up and I haven't even fucked you yet," he snickered as he crawled on top of you. Seonghwa let his fingers graze over your cheek, taking in the beauty of your fucked out expression.

"You still feeling good?" he asked then in a slightly softer tone. But as soon as you mumbled a weak "yes" he was back to his demon self.

"I'll make you feel even better then," he said before slowly burying his hard cock inside of you.

At this point you were dripping wet but you still gasped at his size and the feeling of him finally filling you up. "Please, fuck me, Hwa!" you managed to beg him through big doe eyes and fluttering lashes.

Seonghwa moaned in return before starting to pound into you in a steady rhythm. He didn't go too fast but every single thrust hit you deep inside and soon you found yourself clinging onto his arms, as your life depended on it while he rearranged your insides.

Never had you ever imagined that asking Seonghwa to be rougher with you would give you this amount of pleasure. He was everything you had ever wanted and more.

As his pace increased you felt your head starting to swim more and more. Any coherent thought was lost to the way his hips snapped into you and his heavy breaths played like music in your ears.

"I love you, Hwa," you suddenly confessed through high pitch moans. You told him that quite often, but with the way you were buried beneath him, completely at his mercy, the words stirred something inside Seonghwa.

"Fuck, baby. Me too." His thrusts turned sloppy for a few seconds before he recovered a little. "You look so fucking perfect like this. I won't ever hold back on ruining you again, I promise."

You simply whimpered in response, unable to form a coherent sentence. Seonghwa lowered himself down to catch your lips in a desperate kiss while keeping up with his thrusts. Both of you were breathing heavy, but you still clung to each others touch as if your life depended on it.

"I'm close," Seonghwa moaned into your mouth between open-mouthed kisses. As his release neared, his eyes turned softer and he caressed your cheek with his thumb adoringly.

"Please come inside me," you pleaded him.

His eyes fluttered at your request. "Anything you want, baby."

And with that Seonghwa stilled deep inside you, groaning as his cum spurted into you. As soon as his cock started twitching you came one more time. This time it felt warm and comforting as Seonghwa held you so tightly and stayed deep within you until you stopped trembling. You wanted to stay like this forever: him buried deep beneath you and nothing on your mind but pure bliss.

When you finally recovered a little, you caught his lips again for a few more lazy kisses. "You were fucking amazing, angel," you praised him in between kisses.

"All this and you still call me angel?" he joked but you knew he didn't mind. His eyes only held love and adoration as he stared down into yours.

Slowly, he pulled out of you and laid down beside you before pulling you into his chest to rest. "I really wish you had told me earlier. We missed out on a lot."

"I don't mind catching up," you answered with a chuckle.

I wrote this over a long time span so I'm not too happy with it but I hope you still enjoy!

[cheynovak]

Another, other Cinderella story  

Soldier Boy x Reader (Y/N) 

Warnings: Angst, Smut, 18+, Alcohol, Soft dominance, ...  

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

Words: 5471 

*Does not follow The Boys storyline! *  

sequel: Happy ever after ?

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Y/N is the rebellious daughter of a famous actor in the 1960. Her dad wants to keep her out of the public eye, since he cheated on his wife with her mother. Never intended to have a future with her. But then there was Y/N. Her mother, a poor woman, threated to bring out the truth about her if he didn’t take care of his child’s education. So, she jumped from one institution for troubled young woman to the next boarding school. But all she wants to do is leave, have fun and start a life of her own.  

Little did she know her life will take a turn when her father invited the infamous Soldier Boy to his party.  

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Y/N never cared for movie stars or singers unlike all the other girls at the boarding school. Maybe her dad is the reason for it. She never had a real relationship with him. She was a bastard to him and a troublemaker.  

And she did everything to make sure he would remember that. Getting thrown out of school, behaving like a wild child. All these things made her re-do her senior year, twice. Once every few months she is allowed to leave the school and visit her family, unlike the other kids at school, she wasn’t allowed to go home on weekends, her father’s choice.  

Since her mom died over a year ago, she was forced to spend that time with her father, that was when she started to ‘misbehave’. Her father wanted her to walk around, dress and act like a lady should. While all she wanted was to travel the world.   

Today he celebrated his 50th birthday and of course he invited all of Hollywood. It was also Y/N’s last few weeks at the school, and she is determined to make the best out of her life. She put on her persona of the perfect daughter, just to get out of that boarding school.  

Y/N was allowed to attend the party that weekend, if she agreed to work as a servant and of course behave. Walking around with the food, asking if the already extremely drunk uncle Harry, your stepmother’s brother, needed another drink. But mostly just be eye candy like the other women here were.  

Y/N is the youngest girl walking around, although no one would suspect she was. Her posture and manners made her look older, mature. But she wasn’t legally, allowed to drink yet, but then again there were more things she wasn’t allowed to do, and yet she already tried.  

Her friends called her the rebel because she would sneak out to go to parties, had boyfriends who were just a little too old for her. And when they wanted to know “things” they didn’t teach at the boarding school they would knock on her door.  

But when it came to these events she knew how to behave. She would walk around with a certain flair. And instead of punching a man in the face when he touched her, she learned how to ‘dance’ around them.  

Y/N got used to the looks of the men by now, but there was one man in particular that caught her eye. It took her a while to recognise him without his uniform, but then it hit her. Soldier Boy... her mother did tell her stories about this superhero before going to bed.  

How he would watch over her and keep her safe, but the man sitting there, who hasn’t aged a day, didn’t seem much like the man you thrust your kids to. And of course, daddy dearest knew the most famous supe of all. 

While she waited at the bar on the refills for Uncle Harry, she watched how every woman at the party threw herself at his feet. Including your younger ‘sister’. While he smoked his cigar, ignored the underaged girl, he talked and laughed with the man and your father.  

Y/N must have been staring a little too long because he turned his head to her, without scanning the area first. Not knowing he had his eye on her this entire time. 

When his green eyes looked right at her, she felt her breath hitch. Goose bumps covered her from neck to toe. “Here you go luv.” Franky the bartender said. “T-thanks.” Her perfect painted red lips turned in a curl before she took the drinks out of his hands.  

Y/N walked back to Harry, although she was great at pretending, pretending that her feet didn’t hurt became more and more challenging. Walking for hours and hours on these black heels made her feet hurt like hell.  

She took one more glance at soldier boy, noticing how he was listening to her dad while his eyes scanned her body. He tilted his head, his eyes grew a darker shade of green. Clearly not caring about a word your dad was saying to him.  

Y/N knew that look.  

His eyes meet hers again, she would have sworn he smiled at her, not a teeth showing, heart drop smile, no, a god if I had you alone, the things I would do to you, grin. She took a deep breath right before her foot caught behind the carpet.  

She was able to remain her balance but the drinks on the tray weren’t. The red wine fell over aunt Trina’s silk dress. “Oh my... I’m so, so sorry.” Y/N kneeled next to her, trying to help her by wiping her dress with her sleeve. Uncle Harry got up. “You stupid child! Do you have any idea how expensive this was.” His fat hand grabbed her by the cheeks.  

Y/N could feel his fingers pinch into her skin, a little harder and he would have pierced her cheeks. He pulled her on to her feet. Y/N closed her eyes, she knew he got a little aggressive when he had a few to many but this was a Harry she has never seen before. 

He let go of her for a second, but by the time she opened her eyes she felt a hard slap against her cheekbone. The impact made her tremble over the glasses on the floor, she fell down, cutting her hand in the process. Seeing how the very heavy man came closer. 

Y/N’s uncle stood above her, she closed her eyes again, waiting for his next move when she heard a deep voice behind her. “Hey fat suit, leave the girl alone.” She looked over her shoulder, seeing soldier boy walking towards Harry.  

Her dad tried to hold him back saying it is all a misunderstanding, trying not to let him intervene. He placed his hand on the supe’s shoulder, only to receive a stone-cold look, a warning to let him go. Which, smart as he was, he did. “You think you’re tough, hitting a girl half, hell, a third of your size.” He looked the man up and down.  

Leaving Harry speechless, leaving the entire room speechless. Y/N looked up, she knew Soldier Boy was muscular, but sitting on the floor looking up at this man, who now stood beside her made it feel like she was looking at a god. 

Y/N’s dad walked Harry and his wife towards the exit before this escaladed. The girls helped Y/N getting up while Soldier boy was still keeping his eyes on Harry. When he turned around Y/N was already at the bar with the other girls and Franky, taking care of her hand.  

She looked over her shoulder to him, he could see the tears in her eyes, when she mouthed “thank you.”  to the supe. He only nodded in response, but she could see his eyes moving over her again. Different than before, more a look to see if she was alright.  

Soldier boy walked slowly towards her, close enough to hear the conversation she had with her dad. “Why don’t you go to bed. The night is over for you.” - “I can stay if you want to. Clean up my mess.” She said waving at the broken glass at the floor. ‘Get to your room, you embarrassed us all tonight.”  

“Just, I don’t know, tell them, you fired me or something.” - “I wish I could fire you as my daughter. Your sister is a well-behaved young woman, but you, you always make a scene, wherever you go. Now go, out of my sight.”  

Soldier boy had heard the conversation, daughter, she sure wasn’t mentioned before when he met the other one. “Thomas.” He stopped her dad. “Who was that girl?” He saw his face turning green, “Ah eh... overpaid servant.” Soldier boys nodded not believing a word he said. 

The night went on, Y/N could hear the music from downstairs playing. No way she would be able to sleep in this noise. So, she did what she always did when sleepless, draw. She took off her shoes, let down her hair, still slightly curled from the up do and removed that ridiculous red lipstick.  

Taking a seat by the open window, letting the breeze through her hair. Her hand still hurts, so she placed her sketchbook on her knees, looked outside for inspiration, but all she could think of was soldier boy’s eyes. The emotions he had shown through them.  

She got lost in her drawings, hearing a knock on her open door made her flinch. “Hi.” His deep voice echoed in her head. While he stepped inside. “What are you doing here?” She answered a little too rude. She saw soldier boy’s face change.  

“I thought I come check on the sweet girl who just got punched in the face, but it seems like she left the building.” He turned his back to her, walking out of the door. Which her body clearly didn’t want, her stomach turned at the idea of him walking away. “Wait!” she almost jumped to her feet.  

He stopped, “I’m sorry, I just had a really bad day.” she saw how his shoulders slightly dropped at ease. “And thank you, again.” He turned around, “Let me see.” looking around while pointing at her hand. Trying to look uninterested.  

She felt his warm hand unwrapping the band aid. “It’s not too deep, it will heal nicely.” Y/N had trouble breathing, it felt like something pushed on her lungs, breathing heavy. And yet she really liked it. Unconsciously she moved closer to him.  

Soldier boy’s hand moved a lock of hair behind her ear, to look at her eye, seeing it turning blue underneath the redness. Her eyes roamed over his features, this was the first time she noticed he had little freckles over his nose. How full his lips where, how... kissable? His hand lingered on her cheek almost touching her neck.  

“You’ll live.” those words made her daydream burst, and brought her back to reality. “Tell me, why does Thomas keep you a secret?” Y/N frowned at that question. “You are their daughter, right?” She nodded, “well, his but not hers.” - “Aha, there we have it.” His index finger touched her nose. 

Soldier boy’s eyes roamed the room again, lips curled into a smile “What do we have here.” He thought he had caught her writing her diary. Find something to make her blush. But no, the moment his hand left her face she was able to play it cool again.  

“My sketchbook.” - “You draw?” - “Uhu.” She said while sitting down on her bed. “It’s good... it’s me?” Y/N’s lips curled into a smile, “Well, you kept looking at me. So yeah, I drew your eyes.” Soldier boy pouted his lips, while he went through her book. His eyes got bigger then turned the book at her.  

“Spicy.” He grinned showing her one of her old sketches, a man sleeping barley covered by blankets. “What, you never saw a naked man before?” He clearly liked her boldness. “Who is he? A model at your art school?” - “Ex Boyfriend.” Now that, he did not expect.  

He looked at her, his eyes became darker again. She could feel his eyes on her skin. While all he could think about was how old she was. She isn’t starstruck by him like a 16 year old would be, clearly had some experience with men, but when the men at the party offered her a drink she declined.  

“What’s on your mind?” She asked while he kept staring. “How old are you?” - “How dare you ask such a thing to a lady!” She pretended to grab her pearls. Not realising that gesture made his eyes fall on her chest.  

“18, 19 ?” He looked back up. “20” she answered, Y/N could have sworn she heard the wheels in his head turning. “Why?” He placed her book back where he found it. “You want the truth?”  

Ben turned back to her, seeing her closing the bedroom door, placing her back to it. Her eyes filled with the same lust he had hours ago. “Please enlighten me.” she answered biting her lip.  

In a few long strikes he closed the space between them. Making her stand in between him and the door, looking up at those beautiful eyes again.  

His hand moved through her hair, the other hand gripped her hip tight. “I feel like we have been avoiding this tension all night long.” He kissed her soft on her right side of her neck. “But then again you are such a tease aren’t you.” another kiss on her left side of her neck.  

His husky voice, his touch made her almost moan, so hard trying to avoid looking desperate. Normally she would be the one to drive a man crazy, she knew what they liked but now she needs to find her cool. Her eyes closed for a second when his lips kissed her.  

She felt his tongue touch at the bottom of her neck, in between collarbone, making her head fall back, closing her eyes. Slowly licking, caressing, moving its way up to her chin. Her hands moved to the back of his head.  Feeling his locks in between her fingers, softly scratching. While his lips moved to that one spot behind her ear.  

"Soldier boy” She breathed out. “Ben.” he moved his head to look in her eyes. “It’s Ben.” He waited for an answer “Y/N” she said before pulling him close to her body. Her lips hungry kissing, sucking at his.  

While his hands moved over her body, trying to map out her curves, her weak spots. As the air began to fill with the sound of heavy breaths and soft moans Y/N felt his dick growing in his pants. His hand trying to move under her tight skirt.  

He felt resistance of the fabric, so instead of tugging and struggling he ripped her skirt apart, from the bottom up. Leaving her gasping in his mouth. His finger found their way to her clothed slit, feeling how wet he made her.  

“F-f-fuck honey, so hard to get yet so wet for me.” he dropped to his knees “If I had known, I would have fucked you hours ago.” He pulled down her panties, two fingers slide in easy, while his lips and tongue played her clit.  

"Oh Ben!” those words sounded like a prayer to him. “Tell me you’re not one of those shy girls. Afraid to scream my name.” His thumb moved over sensitive but. Giving him the answer he needed. “That’s my girl.”  

His mouth kept working on her clit while his fingers kept curling and pushing inside her, making Ben earning her moans.  His free hand moved over to her breast, her hand covered his, accouraging to knead it. Ben felt her hips buck, her legs started to tremble and right before he pushed her over the edge he stopped.  

Y/N gave him an annoyed look. He cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning while his thumb moved over her soft red stained lips. In this moment she was glad she had taken off the lipstick she had to wear to the party.  

She kissed his thumb, holding his wrist in her hands. Moving from one finger to the others, taking the two fingers he used on her. She put them one by one in her mouth, she could taste what was left of her on them, tongue moving over his fingers. Pulling them slowly out of her mouth in a sucking motion while looking at him.    

“Here I thought you were a nice girl. Searching for a nice, decent young man, like that bartender, downstairs.” He said while she dropped to her knees to undo his pants. He felt her fingers and nails move over his bulge before she hooked her fingers around his underwear. Releasing his fully grown erection. “But let’s face it.” He grabbed her cheek, making her look up at him. “You want a man that fucks you till you scream his name.”  

Those words made her even wetter than she thought was possible. She opened her mouth, taking as much as she could. “That’s it...” Ben moaned when her tongue moved over the vein underneath his shaft. With every bob of her head, she tried to take more of him. While Ben tried to focus on her mouth, but he heard footsteps, when they stopped outside her door, he held her head still for a second.  

All though he didn’t want her mouth to stop he did pull out right before they heard a knock on the door. “Y/N?”, it was her sister. “Y/N?” she tried to open the door she had locked. “Yeah, what is it?” - “Nothing special, dad just wanted to make sure you were still here.” - “Ok, goodnight.”  

Ben took the time to undress her while she dealt with her sister. Kissing every part of her that he discovered. Determine not to be interfered. He walked her back to her bed, nodding to lay down. “Legs wide open sweetheart.” The nickname gave her goosebumps.  She watched him taking off the rest of his clothes, while she waited for him.  

“Ben please... hurry.” - “I love how you’re already begging for me. Do it again.” He said while she saw his hand tug lazily on his dick. His eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch. “Ben, please... please fuck me already.”  

He pulled her closer to him by her ankles. Placing himself in between her legs, Ben’s thrusts started of slow, he felt resistance from her body, clearly not used to his size. Y/N felt the sting, making her eyes water. “Relax sweetheart.” 

After a few minutes the stinging pain changed into pleasure. Making her moan Ben’s name over and over in some sort of prayer. “Harder” managed to say between breaths. “Tell me what you need sweetheart.” 

“H-harder Ben, ... Please fuck me harder.” He placed a hand on her neck, not fully kneading but making her open her eyes, looking right into his.  “Want me to fuck you till you can’t walk sweetheart? Is that it?”  

All she could do was nod, being mesmerised by him. He turned her around without too much effort. His hands moved over her ass to her hips, pulling her up. She repositioned herself onto her hands and knees.  

She felt Ben move the tip of his dick through her folds before pushing inside. No warning, no teasing. Ben’s large hands pulled on her hips, trying to get as deep as possible inside her. Hearing her hiss out loud “F-fuck”, he kneaded the flesh of her ass, before hitting it with the palm of his hand. Earning a yelp from her.  

He felt her body giving in to the pleasure, unable to focus on anything else than him and thank God she did, her orgasm triggered his own. The moans and growls that came out of them sounded primal. Ben was always cautious with his one nightstands, but this time he didn’t care if it was safe or not when he came inside her. 

He dropped on the bed next to her, while they both breathed fast trying to come back to this earth. Y/N started to hear the sounds of her surrounding again. Only now realising she had only heard his words and moans, anyone could have walked pasted them without her knowing it. Imagen her relieve hearing the party hasn’t ended yet. “You should go back.” She said looking over at him.  

He clearly didn’t expect her to say that, given the confused look on his face. “You are a famous supe, they will be missing you by now.” She explained herself. Ben lifted himself on his elbow. “You know, no woman ever asked me to leave.” She smiled “I’m not every woman.”  

“Let me guess they beg you to stay the night and you sneak out by morning?” Not confessing she wanted him to stay. Stubborn as she is. “Something like that.” His green eyes had softened, roaming over her face again. What is he looking for she thought. 

“Ok, I'll leave...” His hand moved over her stomach, between her breasts to her neck, lingering there. “If, you tell me where I can find you.” Y/N thought about his words for a second, did he just really asked her to see her again?  

“4 more weeks in the boarding school a town over, then I’ll be traveling the world.” His thumb moved over her bottom lip. His eyes looking how he caresses them. “So, I have 4 weeks.”  - “To what?”  

He smirked, “You’ll see.” He said while he lifted himself out of bed, putting on his clothes. With his hand on the door, he looked back at her, still laying down in the bed. Her body partly covered with the white blanket, one leg out, showing and her hair a wild mess.  

Ben’s lip twitched at the sight of her, instead of looking over the moon she looks him dead in the eyes. He knew from the start she wasn’t what he was used to, but damn, she drives him insane. She had triggered his interest early this night, but little did he know he would be obsessed with her at the end of it.  

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The next week Y/N stood in her uniform at the gates of the school when the principal Mrs. Pierce called out to her. “Miss Y/L/N, please follow me to my office.” Her friends looked at her while she shrugged her shoulders. Usually she had a pretty good idea of what she walks into.  

When they walked into the office, she noticed a man standing in the corner of it. “Ah miss Y/N take a seat.” She looked at the principal. “Am I in trouble?” - “Not this time.” - “You have... met my boss this weekend at one of your father’s soirees.” The man said clearly trying to choose his words wisely.  

“Y-Your boss? Excuse me sir, but I have talked to a lot of people that night. Can you be more specific?” The man looked over to Mrs. Pierce and back to Y/N. “Soldier boy.” He added. Y/N’s face couldn’t hold back her surprise. Feeling Mrs. Pierce looking at her.  

“I, I-I have met him yes.” - “He would like to see you again.” Y/N noticed the dirty look the man gave her, looking her up and down, noticing the bruise she tried to cover. He clearly knew how they ‘met’, probably thinking her being a teenage slut, trying to find a way of getting famous.  

Y/N got up, “Tell mister Soldier boy if he wants to see me, he can find me here. I’m not the type of woman who runs to a man on his command. Have a nice day sir.” She turned to Mrs. Pierce who was clearly content with the “progress” she thought Y/N made. “Ma'am if you don’t mind, I would like to continue class.”  - “Very well.” she nodded.  

On her way to class Y/N kept thinking about the conversation but mostly about the night with Ben. Wondering why he wanted to see her again, he probably can have any woman he wants. “Y/N!” Her principal walked up to her. “Your... encounter with Mr. Soldier boy didn’t incur the injury, did it?”  

Y/N looked at her hand, “Oh no, he didn’t, this was an accident ma’am.” - “Ok, well, if there is anything that need to be said, even in a confidential matter, you know where my office is.” Wow, Mrs Pierce was really worried about her.  

The next weeks went by smoothly, her friends tried to find out why she was called to the office, but she gave a vague answer. By the last week of school Soldier Boy was already a nice memory of a party she wanted to forget. She needed to keep focussing on the future and the last week of boarding school. 

Y/N was the only one whose parents didn’t attend the graduation. But that wouldn't stop her from being happy today. She could finally spread her wings and leave this place behind her. When she heard her name, she walked up front to collect her degree. Noticing one man standing, she didn’t have to take a long look to recognise that grin.  

Her heart started to beat fast, her neck covered in goosebumps, how is it possible that a man can give her this kind of feelings. She kept looking behind her when she took her seat. “What’s wrong?” One of her friends asked. “Nothing.” She said way to quick. Her friend looked behind them not seeing why Y/N was so nervous.  

After the ceremony there was a drink, organised for the senior students, parents and their family.  The twin sisters, Y/N got friends with over the years, invited her to meet their parent. “Where are your mom and dad, dear?” Their mother asked. “I afraid they couldn’t make it.” She smiled her well-practised smile. 

“There she is!”  

Y/N recognised the deep warm voice immediately. Before she could turn around, she felt his hand on her lower back. “Congrats sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear, just loud enough for the people around you to hear. Then planted a small peck on her cheek. 

Play it cool Y/N, play it cool, Be cool... She looked over her shoulder, “I thought I spotted you in the crowd.” - “Wouldn’t want to miss your big day, honey.” his hand moved over her cheek “I see that ugly bruise healed well.” Y/N felt her cheeks glow when she saw the twins and her parents look flabbergasted.  

“Right, meet my, eh f-friend...” Y/N’s voice cracked “Soldier boy, nice to meet you sir, ma’am.” He filled in, shaking their hand. “And these are your friends I presume.” He asked Y/N while flashing them a heart stopping smile.  

After a little friendly conversation, with questions that Ben probably heard a thousand times before, he turned to Y/N. “You want another drink, sweetheart?” pinching her hip. “No, but a word, in private, would be great.” She flashed him fake smile.  

Ben followed her inside the school. “What are you doing here Ben?” - “I told you I’d find you didn’t I.” - “Took you long enough.” She crossed her arms. “To be honest. I didn’t like your response to my man.” She huffed. “I usually don’t go running around to the girls I sleep with.” He said. “Well, that’s tough, I had you in my bed didn’t I, not your man.”  

“So stone cold. I don’t like my woman like that.” - “Good thing I’m not yours then.” He grabbed the back of her head, his thumb on her cheekbone, walking her towards the wall, making her stand in between his body and the wall behind her. “Listen sweetheart, I’m having a lot of patience with you. Reject me and I won’t come back this time.”  

Ben saw her eyes change, he’d expect her to be angry maybe even a little scared of the way he handled her, but no, her eyes softened, he noticed how her body leaned towards him. “You think you’re having patience... Clearly, you’re not that into me than.”  

Y/N tried to walk away, Ben held her back, all though everything about his posture said anger, his eyes screamed helplessness. “Don’t.” - “Tell me why not Ben, give me one, good, reason.” His mouth opened just to close again. “We used each other for pleasure. Nothing more.”  

In reaction Ben grabbed her tight and pushed her back to the wall, his lips consumed hers. His hands moved over to her ribs, pulling his body against hers. He felt her resist but by the time his tongue asked permission he felt her body melting into his.  

Their breath deepened within seconds, Ben pulled back keeping only a small space between their faces. “Tell me Y/N, honestly, is this just pleasure?” - “Shut up.” She sighs while pulling his body close to hers, closing the space between their lips.  

Until they were disturbed by the sound of a clearing throat, “Miss Y/L/N, your father is here. He would like to see you.” - “I’ll be right there Mrs. Pierce.” She felt the heat on her cheeks rise. “So cute when you blush.” Ben teased letting his lips touch her neck one last time before he lets go of her.  

“I had no idea he would be here today.” She said while they walked through the crowd, seeing him talking to the twins’ parents. Ben walked beside her keeping his hand on her back. “Father, how nice of you to come.”  

“Of course.” he pulled her in an awkward hug. “Ben.” - “Thomas.” Both men greeted each other like real alfas.  “I had no idea you would come.” Y/N said to lift the tension. “Well, I’m glad I did.” He looked Ben up and down.  

After a really weird and awkward situation where both Ben and Thomas kept giving each other dirty looks and the other parents trying to have a normal conversation, Thomas spoke.  

“Right, Y/N I think it’s time to go home.” - “I’m sorry but I’m not going.” - “What do you mean?” Y/N took a deep breath “I’m not coming home anymore. It’s time for me to move on, see the world. But I might start with New York first.” She said looking at Ben. His brow lifted.  

Her dad nodded, clearly not liking her answer, but what was he supposed to do against Ben, who after all this time still hasn’t lifted his hand of her back.  

-- 

Ben and Y/N few over to New York, he didn’t want her to stay with him at Vought. They really didn’t like the fact that their most eligible bachelor supe had fallen for a young woman. Keeping her in a penthouse would be more enjoyable for her.  

Y/N wouldn’t be Y/N if she didn’t rebel a little. Ben had told her he wasn’t going to make it to her tonight, so she found a way to make it up to his room. Turned out ‘his man’ she met at school weeks earlier was his security guy. Who let her in his room.  

A little ironic a superhero had a security guy, she thought when she found out. 

Ben walked in, angry about his day, undid his protection gear and shirt. He sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up the phone on the nightstand, trying to call Y/N. “I don’t think she is going to answer.” Y/N said crawling into bed behind him.  

Her hands moved to his shoulders, giving him a little massage while her lips whispered in his ear. “I thought you could use some company.” Ben looked over his shoulder, seeing Y/N wearing the lingerie he bought a few days ago.  

“Hmm, that colour really suits you sweetheart.” his hand grabbed behind him, kneading in her thigh. “You know when I asked for clothes, I expected a little more... coverage.” she laughed. “Why?” Ben’s voice deepened.  

“So you have to take them off again.” She whispered, biting his ear.  

He stood up and turned around, towering over her, seeing how she sat on her knees in bed, looking at him with her doe eyes. “I missed you baby.” His lips curled by the sound of her needy voice. 

He pushed her down and crawls on top of her. She lifted her leg around his hip, his large hand moved over her, from knee to hip to her breast. Mesmerised by her, he locked eyes again.  

“Woman... you’re going to be the end of me.” 

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Will You Still Need Me?

Summary: Steve Harrington is avoiding telling his professional-musician-boyfriend, Eddie, that he's going deaf because he's worried about what will happen when he does.

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May 12, 1992: Today.

Hold yourself together, hold yourself together, hold yourself together.

It's an old familiar chant. Steve was practically raised on the mantra. He repeats it in his head as he leaves the exam room and passes through the doctor’s office lobby full of older folks reading outdated magazines. He chants it as he takes off running through the parking lot and throws himself into the driver's seat of his bimmer.

He holds himself together until he can't anymore. He bursts into tears in the safety of his car. It's explosive when Steve finally cries, he lets everything build up for far too long which tends to result in a snotty, messy display.

It's not fair, the news he was given. He'll never outrun his violent teenage years. It's getting harder and harder to find value in himself with the extensive list of health issues he's accumulating.

The voice in his head – the one that sounds like all the people who've ever hated Steve – is chastising him. 

Your life's not over, you're being pathetic. 

But he just wants to feel sorry for himself in peace.

What Steve needs is to talk to someone. But he can't even hear Robin when they talk on the phone anymore, which pulls another desperate sob out of him. He just wants his best friend. 

He's dreading telling his professional-musician-boyfriend the news, there’s no way that’s gonna go well. Part of Steve’s appeal to Eddie is that Steve has always gone to all of his shows. Even before they started dating, he’d show up to their Hideout gigs and compliment Eddie on little moments of each performance that he enjoyed. Steve’s pretty sure it’s what won Eddie over in the end.

So what’s gonna happen when the very foundation of their relationship is pulled out from under them? Will Eddie go looking for someone else to listen to music alongside? Lord knows there are plenty of men who would die to be in Steve’s shoes.

Unsure of where else to go for reassurance, he decides that when he stops crying maybe he'll drive to Jeff's. 

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When Steve tried to remember the first time he noticed things getting bad, he pictured a concert. It was a warm summer night, a few years back. 

August 1990: Two years ago.

The final chord of the concert rang out across the stadium and vibrated through Steve. The drummer smashed a conclusion to the encore, sweat falling from his hairline. It was loud, so loud. Steve was flinching and wincing all night.

He and Eddie were pushed up snugly against the barricade in front of the stage; warm bodies caging them in. Really, Eddie was at the point in his music career where he needed to have security with him in a crowd like this, but he thought donning sunglasses and wearing his hair twisted up into a bun cut it as a "sufficient disguise." Steve was only slightly annoyed to admit that it was, in fact, sufficient because no fans had approached them. Eddie sacrificed his comfort for the evening to wear a long-sleeved shirt that covered all of his demobat scars. They were one of the defining features of his on-stage persona. Those and his tattoos, probably.

And despite the fact that Eddie definitely could have pulled backstage access for them to watch the concert more comfortably, he always insisted on watching it like an audience member. "The experience is completely different," Eddie had argued, and yeah, Steve wasn’t disputing that.

The crowd roared as the band bid everyone a good night, and the stage lights went out conclusively. Sweaty bodies started pushing their way out of the stadium, away from Steve. He finally felt like he could breathe again, but boy were his ears ringing. He blinked at the crowd moving towards the exits when he felt clammy fingers wrap around his bicep and squeeze excitedly.

He looked over, and Eddie was beaming, practically bouncing with the adrenaline of seeing one of his favorite bands live. He looked like the zealous, music-obsessed kid that Steve fell in love with a handful of years ago and not the well-adjusted musician who had met or performed with nearly all of his role models by then. He had been so excited for the show, and by the looks of it, it was everything Eddie hoped it would be and more. Eddie pulled him towards the exit, keeping his head down so they could get home quickly.

"My ears are ringing really bad," Steve complained.

"Mine too," Eddie giggled and pumped his fist. He was celebrating as if ringing ears were an accomplishment. "That speaker setup was on another level." Steve nodded; his ears would be fine... probably.

"You had a good time?" Steve just wanted to hear about how much Eddie loved it because then the headache he’d probably get later wouldn't hurt so bad.

"Amazing time! Best concert yet, I think. So glad you were there with me." Eddie pushed down his sunglasses and blinked at Steve with big, shiny eyes. The headache would be worth it.

When they got home, Eddie ushered them both into the bathroom, pushed the shower knob on, and started stripping. He threw his clothes messily onto the counter. Steve followed, much less enthusiastically.

Eddie’s a big, fiery ball of energy; his social battery gets charged when he’s pushed around in big crowds and surrounded by loud music. Steve is the opposite; he’s always drained down to nothing by the end of a concert because he worries about Eddie's safety the whole time. He makes an effort to wear a smile, though, so Eddie doesn’t have to worry about whether or not Steve is having a good time.

Eddie pulled him into the satisfyingly warm water and immediately wrapped his tattooed arms around Steve’s waist. Steve fell back against the cold tiled wall, which made him hiss and arch away from it. Eddie leaned down to press heated kisses down his jaw and neck. When he got to the meat of Steve's shoulder, Eddie bit down softly.

His hands slowly migrated from the dimples of Steve's back down to his ass. With a cheek in either palm, Eddie squeezed greedily and pulled their bodies together. He moaned into Steve's shoulder. Steve didn’t hear the moan; he only felt it, vibrating against him. His ears were still ringing.

"Eddie?" Steve asked softly. Eddie hummed in acknowledgment. "I don't think I want to have sex tonight. Can we take a normal shower, maybe? Please?"

Eddie pulled back with a startled expression. His hands retreated to rest on the wall on either side of Steve.

"Oh fuck, Steve. I'm sorry." Eddie searched Steve's eyes. "I should have asked; I'm sorry."

Steve felt guilty about making Eddie feel guilty, but honestly, he was worried about himself. He’s got health-related anxiety now, after years of living with his worrywart best friend, Robin, and consistently uncovering new side effects of upside-down related injuries. So the fact that his ears were ringing more intensely than they ever had before, made him nervous.

"It's okay," Steve assured him, but he felt small and kind of fragile. Steve just wanted to go to sleep.

"Want me to get out and give you some space?" Eddie asked with his hand already pushing back the curtain, ready to step out.

Steve shook his head and reached for the shampoo bottle. He grabbed Eddie's wrist and squeezed a dollop into his palm. Eddie always used more shampoo than him, had much more hair after all. Steve did the same to his own palm and started massaging it in. He could feel Eddie watching his back, probably with sad puppy dog eyes.

Steve made his shower a short one instead of going through his whole five-step process. He just shampooed his hair and stepped out, leaving Eddie alone under the hot spray of water.

He dressed himself in oversized baggy sweats, which made him feel like he was in control of himself again, for some reason. He cozied up on his side of the bed and nuzzled his face into his pillow for comfort.

It wasn't long until Steve felt the bed sink next to him. He turned his head to face Eddie and squinted against the lamplight coming from the bedside table. His man was still wrapped up in a towel, hair dripping onto his own pillow. Eddie brought a hand up to gently pet Steve's arm with the back of his index finger in a little windshield-wiping motion.

"Are you okay? I'm really sorry for pushing and not asking. I feel bad."

Steve shook his head. "You're fine, don't even worry 'bout it. I just have a lot on my mind. Wasn't feeling it."

"Did you not like the concert?" Eddie sounds crestfallen as he reaches down to wrap the towel more snugly around himself.

"Always have so much fun with you, baby. I'm just tired is all. 'Kay?" Steve knew that the concert would be ruined in Eddie's mind if he found out Steve didn't really like it. So Steve always kept those thoughts locked away deep in the caverns of his mind. He would do just about anything to make Eddie happy anyway.

Eddie nodded and stood up to put on a pair of boxers.

"Alright," he responded, and Steve resolutely ignored the panic of how little of Eddie's voice he could hear. He tried to assure himself it would be better in the morning.

The ringing in his ears was gone when he woke up, which calmed him enough to ignore his hearing-related issues for a while. He's good at ignoring his problems.

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April 1991 - A year ago.

Steve was studying, believe it or not. 

When the band first moved out to California, Steve took up a job waiting tables at a chain restaurant that he never wanted to think about again. It was well and truly traumatic. 

Tired of being yelled at for minimum wage pay, Steve finally sat down and listened to Eddie list off some career options he reckoned his boyfriend might enjoy. Steve hated when people told him what he should do with his life. Eddie wasn't telling or demanding, Steve had to remind himself, he was just suggesting.

Steve was still deciding what he wanted to do. Eddie assured him there was no rush, but he feels useless if he’s not making strides toward some sort of focused career. He was speeding his way towards an undergraduate degree at a state school on Eddie's dime and flirting with the idea of becoming a physical therapist. He didn't know if he could handle that much education, though.

That afternoon, Steve had been thumbing through a stack of notecards for an anatomy exam he had the next morning. It was a Nancy Wheeler-approved study method. 

He paused when the phone rang. Steve rushed into the kitchen and answered with his signature, "Munson Residence, this is Steve." It made him smile every time. He liked to pretend that he was a Munson too.

He heard a garbled voice on the other end, but he was pretty sure it was Eddie calling from JFK airport. 

"I'm so sorry, I can't hear you. Could you talk a tad louder, please?" Steve asked politely just in case it was someone calling Eddie on business.

 "Hi baby," he could subtly make out. 

"Hi Teddy, what's up with you?" Steve responded, curling the phone cord around his finger. 

"I have bad news; my flight got delayed, so we'll actually be in at one... not eleven. And I know you have class in the morning-" 

"I'll be there, it's no problem," Steve confirmed. 

"Are you sure? We can-" Eddie cut off, and Steve pushed his ear impossibly closer to the phone. "Oops, Grant says I'm talking too loud..." and Eddie got quieter. Steve couldn't hear what he said next, but he guessed it was something about finding another way to get home. 

"I'll be there. Okay? Don't worry about me. I’ll see you soon, baby. I love you." 

"Okay, love you. See you soon." Eddie chirped back.

Steve mounted the phone onto the receiver and trudged back over to the couch. He wondered if it would be a better use of his time to continue studying for his test tomorrow or nap so that he wouldn't be completely exhausted in the morning. High school Steve would have chosen to sleep, so he decided to study.

Steve pulled the van up and parked it right in front of the American Airlines door a little before 1 am. He waited and waited and motherfucking waited. He should have brought his flashcards, dammit. He did, however, buy one of those bouquets of black-dyed roses that Eddie loves. It was set carefully on the passenger seat next to him, waiting for Eddie.

Steve had to drive a few loops around the airport because it wasn't until around 1:45 am that the band exploded out through the airport doors with luggage in tow. Steve got out to help them pack it all into the back. There were a few teenage boys standing near the street, staring at the band with wide eyes. 

Please, Steve begged the universe, do not approach or ask for something silly like an autograph.

"Hi, Sweetness," Eddie crooned. He gave Steve a friendly-looking, publicly acceptable hug to tide them both over until they got home. "Missed you so much." Eddie stepped back and threw his suitcase into the trunk, slamming the back door shut as the other guys squeezed into their seats. 

Eddie lit up when he opened the passenger-side door and saw the bouquet. He grabbed his roses and held them up to his face to hide his smile. Gareth and Grant teased him in the backseat. Jeff stared on wistfully.

"Baggage claim take a while?" Steve asked while pulling away from the curb.

 "No, not really. We kinda sped out of there," Eddie confirmed. How can that be right? They were forty minutes late. 

"You said you were gonna get in at 1," Steve argued. 

"1:30, I said 1:30," Eddie responded as he turned back to confirm it with his friends. "I said 1:30, right?" Steve looked in the rearview mirror to see Grant's curly hair bob up and down with an over-the-top nod. 

Oh, well, fuck. 

"Must have misheard, my bad," Steve dismissed as he made his way through airport traffic. He felt Eddie's eyes on him. He was being watched with a concerned expression. He shrugged it off.

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May 9, 1992 - three days ago

Thank God it was Saturday, Steve thought contentedly, wiggling in the warmth of the bed. He threaded his fingers through Eddie's, which were splayed across his stomach possessively, even while asleep. Steve luxuriated in the simplicity of having no pressing or immediate responsibilities. He was surprised when Eddie squeezed his tummy. He turned over to see Eddie wide awake and watching him.

"Oh hi, didn't know you were awake yet," Steve rolled onto Eddie's chest and pressed gentle kisses to the tattoos inked across Eddie’s collarbone and shoulder. Eddie grabbed Steve's chin and lifted his face so that they were both looking at each other. He looked upset.

"I've been talking to you." Uh oh. This might be the tipping point. Eds might finally bring up the thing they'd both been blissfully ignoring. "I'm worried about you, Sweetness. About your hearing."

Yep. Steve sighed and flopped backward onto the sheets. He wished he could sink into them. There went his relaxing morning. Eddie chased him. He sat up and leaned over, placing a warm palm on Steve's cheek and tugging on Steve's earlobe.

"Maybe we should make a doctor's appointment." Which Eddie should have known was absolutely going to be met with one of Steve's dramatic eye-rolls.

"It's gonna cost a million dollars for them to tell me I have a little hearing loss. I'm not gonna do that." Steve didn’t have health insurance, much to everyone's chagrin.

"There could be things to prevent it from getting worse," Eddie suggested softly because he knew Steve was tender about perceived weaknesses. And then Steve realized that his hearing issues had probably become inconvenient to everyone around him, but they'd been too nice to say anything until now.

If Eddie didn't want to drag this out, then fine. Steve could suck it up and go see a doctor.

"Okay," Steve agreed, and Eddie gave him a relieved smile and a kiss on the forehead.

"Thought that would take a lot more convincing. Let's get you in sometime this week, that sound good?" Eddie asked and scooted down the bed to pad off to the bathroom.

It did not sound good. The whole reason he had been pushing off the diagnosis he knew was coming was because it would probably send Eddie running. He was trying to savor his limited time left in this bed.

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Sunflower Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter 5

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

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previous chapters

It had been a week since your first date with Choso and you were still over the moon, thinking about what an amazing time you had in his company. The entire time, even after he drove you home and dropped you off at your doorstep with another kiss, he had you smiling from ear to ear. It sincerely was the best date you had ever been on, so of course, when Choso told you (more like demanded) there was going to be another date a week later, you had absolutely no problem with complying. In fact, you were thrilled he planned another one so soon. 

The two of you didn’t even leave the fair before he told you to be ready the following week at two PM, seeming too impatient to wait until he at least got you home. You weren’t complaining though, it felt great to be courted with such eagerness. It’s what you deserved after dealing with your ex and his lazy-ass date planning. Towards the end of your relationship, he stopped planning dates anyway. You cringed whenever you thought about the fact that you used to beg him to take you places, instead of just sitting in your apartment together, watching TV and fucking all day. Now, you didn’t mind doing just that sometimes, but it came to a point where it felt like he just didn’t care to go out and do things with you.

Choso had been texting you more, sending you both a goodnight and good morning text everyday now, with the occasional texts throughout the day to see what you were up to and inquire on how you were doing. Your face lit up with excitement every time you saw his name pop up on your screen, your heart skipping a beat in exhilaration. Starting something new with someone who actually seemed to put in the effort to take initiative felt incredible. It all felt so exciting and so natural at the same time.

You currently had no idea what you were doing today. Choso didn’t let you in on anything, as a matter of fact, the only thing he told you to do was to wear something cute and yellow. You didn’t mind that he didn’t tell you what you were doing, in fact you kind of loved it. You loved being surprised and considering your last date with Choso, you knew you were in for a good time. You trusted that he would plan something just as exciting as before. 

Your heart raced with thrill each time you thought of the complex man who seemed to be giving you a stun as he opened up more. He was letting you in slowly, allowing you to access a hidden side of his personality, his competitive nature coming out and his love for games catching you by surprise. At the time you had no idea what to think of him, and it was something you didn’t expect. It made you feel amazing knowing that he was comfortable enough to show that side of himself to you. He also made you feel safe enough to share things with him, despite his intimidating persona. After learning he was secretly a big nerd, his hardened shell began cracking slowly, and you were happy to see his soft interior, even if it was only a fraction of his personality.

 His request (demand) for you to wear yellow prompted you to wear a tight mustard yellow maxi dress that showed off your curves. The weather had been flipping from hot to cold every other week, and luckily the day of your date was supposed to be pretty warm. You loved how the dress’s snug material made your body look, how it clung to all your curves, specifically your ass. You knew it would probably drive Choso wild, which was the plan, anyway. You paired your outfit with a pair of white sandals and a small white shoulder bag as your accessory. You had on gold of course, and your knotless braids were left falling down your back, still looking fresh due to your efforts in taking proper care of it. 

You heard a knock at your door and checked the time on your phone, seeing that Choso was on time once again. You appreciated his promptness, him clearing having respect for your time.  

You practically skipped to your front door, excited to see the strange, yet exciting man on your doorstep. You opened the door and as expected, there he was. He was matching you, dressed in the same shade of yellow with medium wash jeans for his bottoms. His t-shirt was short sleeved, showcasing his tattooed sleeves and muscular arms. His hair was down today, falling just above his shoulders, and his diamond earrings were shining through his jet black hair. 

You felt like you were going to pass out, your body felt hot all over and it felt like you were having a hot flash. Your stomach was twisting, the sight of him made you burn up like you had a fever and you wanted so badly to fan yourself, in fear of sweating your makeup off your face. You didn’t of course, that would be too weird.

He stood there with a comically large sunflower in his hand, staring at you as well, mouth slightly agape. His eyes scanned you up and down, having no shame at all and when his dark pools reached yours, there was nothing but desire in them, with yours surely matching his.

You started to feel self conscious, almost going to cover your body with your hands, afraid he would find a flaw, but you decided against it. Even if you weren’t as confident with Choso’s eyes raking over you (over and over again, at that,) you had to fake it until you made it.

As if he could read your mind, he looked back into your eyes and reassured you, making all your worries disappear. “You look fucking amazing.” The desire in his eyes didn’t go away as he continued, with a straight face, as serious as ever. “You’re glowing in this color, Sunflower.”

There goes that nickname again. Sunflower. It was growing on you.

You finally cleared your throat to speak, realizing you have yet to say a single word to him. “Thank you, Choso. You look really good too.” You told him, honestly. He looked fucking delectable. You wanted to take him inside, keep him all to yourself, and never let him leave. 

Kidding. 

Maybe.

You grabbed the flower from his hand and smelled it with a sigh, the scent fresh and earthy. You could get used to getting sunflowers from him every week, the plants were growing on you. Your flowers from the previous week were still thriving, as lively as ever.

“You alright?’ He asked, taking you in, with an eyebrow raise as your nose was still in the flower, your sniffles abusing the aroma of the plant. You snapped out of it and nodded, embarrassingly, so engrossed in thinking about flowers that you almost forgot Choso was there.

“You’re a strange one.” He said, giving you a small laugh and grabbed your hand with his soft one. You were the strange one? Yeah, sure. 

You rolled your eyes playfully as he began dragging you out of your apartment with the flower still in your hand, careful not to pull you too hard, and waited for you to lock your front door. He led you to the passenger seat of his car and opened the door, waiting for you to take a seat. When you were sitting, he reached over to buckle your seatbelt for you and you felt your heart start to melt at the extremely sweet gesture. As he leaned over, you smelled his familiar aroma, laundry, mint, and that mystery cologne. You had to know what scent that was. You were going to make it a mission to find out. When you heard the click of the belt buckle, he came to face you with a smile on his face. His face was so close to yours that you could see the glow of his skin and the birthmark that stretched across his nose up close. It was so perfect, adding a unique element to his face that you’d never seen before. You gave him a big grin, which made his eyes soften at the sight of you.

He gave your cheek a small and sweet kiss, then lifted himself from you, shutting the door soon after. The feeling of his lips lingered on your skin and you never wanted it to go away. Your cheeks were hurting from how hard you were grinning, your cheekbones high with glee.

He hopped in the car soon after and looked at you with a close lipped smile on his face and excitement in his dark orbs. “You ready?” He asked.

“Yes.” You answered, nodding excitedly. “Can you tell me where we’re going now?” You asked, getting impatient. You liked surprises, but now you just wanted to know what you were doing, especially since he showed up at your door with yellow on, as well. There seemed to be a theme to today’s date, but it still gave you zero hints.

He began pulling out your driveway, arm on the back of your seat, a concentrated look on his face as he backed out of your driveway. You waited patiently on his answer, enjoying the view of his biceps flexing in your face while his other hand was on the steering wheel, thick, pale fingers and silver rings gripping lightly. 

Your mind somehow drifted to a place you had thought of many nights before. These scenarios consisted of you sitting on Choso’s lap, hands gripped on his broad shoulders as he thrusted those thick digits inside of you with a vigor. His lips would be whispering filthy things in your ear, all while telling you how pretty you were, just as your legs twitched and you came on his-

“We’re going to a sunflower field.” He cut off your dirty thoughts with a smile and you were both grateful and disappointed. That was your favorite daydream these days, with you using your vibrator to bring you to an intense release at the thought of it. You needed to be in the present, though. Especially with the news he just let you in on.

Realization snapped onto your features and that grin you always wore around him returned. Enthusiasm filled your voice, and you didn't hold back. “Cho!” You all but shouted, causing him to jump slightly.

“What, baby? I’m right here, no need to yell.” He laughed and grabbed your hand, soon interlocking fingers with yours. Your cheeks warmed and you squeezed his hand tightly. His hand was soft, large, and warm. The cool rings on his fingers cooled your digits as you were gripping him. 

“You’re taking me to a sunflower field?” You asked loudly and you knew you were being dramatic, but you didn’t care. It was such a pleasant shock. 

“I am.” He answered, eyes remaining on the road, but you saw the smile on his face, anyway. His dark eyes were twinkling, giving you small looks every now and then, glad to have you so merry at what he planned for the both of you. He was surprising you again with how romantic and slightly cheesy he was.

You loved it.

He brought a single giant sunflower to your house, ordered you to wear yellow to match him, and is now taking you to a sunflower field. How corny. 

You adored it. 

“Wow…” You responded softer this time, deciding to tease him. “Who knew you were such a romantic?” You smirked and he turned his head to you briefly to give you a bewildered look.

“You just now realized that?” He asked, his cheeks reddening in the process and you narrowed your eyes at his sarcasm, not ignoring the way you obviously just made him blush. “Did winning all the stuffed animals currently renting out my backseat not already prove that?” His tone was playful and you saw a smirk tugging from the side of his lips. You turned to the backseat and saw he was indeed telling the truth. There were a plethora of stuffed animals in the backseat, all sat upright, with Choso Junior directly in the middle.

Oh, right.

The sunflower field was large and seemed never ending. The yellow flowers came in a variety of different sizes, with some reaching the height of Choso and some towering over him. The two of you laughed when he stood head to head with some of the large plants, being surprised at the heights of them all. You never knew they could grow that large to begin with, so seeing how some of them were reaching the heights of ten feet tall, astonished you.

The air smelled crisp and fresh, the plants creating a slightly fragrant aroma around you. The sun was shining down on the blossoming plants, making the view absolutely beautiful. The dirt paths were being lit with its shine, creating a trail of yellow and orange as the two of you walked hand in hand, taking everything in.

Your excitement never faltered as the two of you walked through the field of never-ending sunflowers. It seemed to go on for miles, with you never getting tired. Your hand held his the entire time, his large, warm palm squeezing yours every time you were audibly excited, and when you looked at him, he would have a smile of adoration on his face. It was hard to not notice the way he was looking at you, even when you were dragging him behind you with intense glee. His patience never broke, even when you stopped to gaze at said plants for long periods of time. His eyes would read nothing but joy the entire time, seemingly happy watching you have a good time. He observed you as you stopped and smelled almost every flower in your path and convinced you to pick out as many as you wanted. Everything was being paid for by him, he assured you. 

You were looking at a small bush of them in awe when he basically ordered you to get as many as your heart desired. You tried to interject, telling him he already showed up to your house with one, in which he responded, “I would single handedly pick every sunflower grown from this Earth if it meant I got to see you this happy.” 

You swore your heart almost dropped out of your ass hearing that sentence fall from his lips. Tears almost welled in your eyes, but you held them back, afraid he would think you’re insane for crying over that. He was just so sweet, you couldn’t help but get emotional. You instead gave him a grateful smile, in which he pulled you towards him by your hand and gave you the quickest peck on the lips, leaving you with sorrow when he pulled away so soon.

You were having such a great time with him again, as expected. You wanted to punch your past self for ditching him at the club that night, but you also knew the time wasn’t right at that moment. You didn’t believe you would be here with Choso, with his jet black hair blowing in the wind, and his dark orbs brightening in the sun, turning to pools of chestnut instead of its usual almost pitch black color. They were warm and inviting, staring at you with admiration and warmth, rather than their usual intensity. You loved the intensity of his eyes, but this was a welcomed change, as well. His pale skin had a red tint to it and you weren't sure if it was from the sun, or something else. Either way, he was the most gorgeous man you had ever laid your eyes on. 

The two of you spent more time at the sunflower field, holding hands and enjoying the view. At some point during the date, Choso began (and wouldn’t stop) taking pictures of you. Everytime you looked up, his cellphone camera was on you. You yelled at him playfully every time he didn’t tell you to pose, claiming he wasn’t getting your angles. He reassured you that every angle of yours was perfect, not forgetting to add a borderline hostile tone to his encouragement, which only made you laugh and feel that familiar twinge in your heart. Choso was definitely a romantic, but he couldn’t help but add a bit of aggression to the mix. 

The sun was barely setting and you felt sadness creep up on you. You didn’t want the day to end already. The date today felt shorter and in all honesty, you wanted to spend more time with him. You knew you would see him again soon, the day seemed to go by too fast for your liking. The two of you just pulled in your driveway, and the Weeknd was playing in the background, again.

“Did you have fun?” He asked you, and you turned to look at him, trying to hide your disappointment. 

You nodded your head quickly. “I did. Thank you so much for today.” You said in an excited way, maybe too excited. You might have given yourself away. 

You seemed to be correct with the way Choso began observing your sudden change in behavior. He tilted his head and a look of concern covered his features. “What's wrong, sunflower? You can tell the truth, did you not have a good time?” He asked you, confused.

You quickly shook your head and reassured him. “God, no! That’s not it. I had an amazing time, it was one of the best times I’ve ever had, don’t worry.” You said way too quickly, but he seemed to understand with the way his face softened. “I’m just sad that the day is ending, is all.” You admitted, looking down at your nails, deciding to just tell the truth so Choso wouldn’t think he did something wrong. 

As quickly as you put your head down, his hand was there, lifting your chin up to look at him. You weren’t sure what to expect, but you weren’t expecting him to have a smug smile on his face. You were about to make a smart comment, thinking he was laughing at your sudden neediness, but he pulled you closer, enveloping you in a kiss soon after. 

Your full lips seemed to be a perfect match for his. His soft pillows moved against yours in a slow, intense, intoxicating way. His hand moved to your cheek as he deepened the kiss, slowly adding tongue into the equation. He still tasted like mint, and his scent soon entered your nose, making you sigh softly. Your cheeks were burning hot again and your stomach felt that same temperature and intensity, wanting to stay in this moment forever. His lips on yours, your heart filled with emotion, and your mind filled with delirium, lightheaded and lost in the kiss. Your tongues continued moving in sync, and it was suddenly burning up in his car, and you wanted nothing more than to take him into your apartment immediately. Your core was swirling with desire and your panties for sure had a wet spot in them at this point. 

You pulled away and pressed your forehead against his, breath heavy and looked to see his dark pools were full of desire and anticipation. He was breathing in your face harshly as you were sure you were doing the same to him when you finally spoke.

“Did you want to come inside?” You asked and it seemed like relief washed over his face as he nodded urgently. Before you even had a chance to respond, his keys were out of the ignition and he was at the passenger side, opening your door and helping you out the car with urgency.

“Choso! My sunflowers!” You pouted as he quickly led you to your front door. 

“Fuck the flowers.” He said darkly, seduction laced in his voice. “I’m starving and I want to eat.” Your core burned with desire at his words and retrieved the apartment keys from your purse, unlocking your door with a purpose. You were glad you decided to wear panties today, or else you would be dripping onto your living room floor. Choso’s sudden demeanor change was both scaring you and turning you on.

As soon as you shut your apartment door, you were scooped into Choso’s arms bridal style, causing you to let out a surprised yelp. You looked up at him to already find him staring down at you with hunger in his dark orbs. “Where’s your bedroom?” He asked, but it somehow sounded like a command. 

You quickly gave him directions and he seemed to have you there in a flash. The door opened with a small kick of his foot and Choso walked to the corner of the room to your made, queen sized bed, placing you gently in the middle. He was soon on top of you, careful not to crush you with his entire weight, lips locking with yours quickly. You kissed him back with urgency, your tongue finding his easily. Your tongues moved in sync as he explored your mouth with ease.

His groin was on top of your clothed pussy and you felt him press against you. The sudden movement caused you to gasp, the small sensation making your thighs stick together, with both sweat and wetness from your core. Your heart was pounding in your ears and you wanted nothing more than to feel his bare cock on you, which was currently rock hard and poking you with each grind of his hips. 

Your desire was becoming way too much and you felt like if you didn’t do something about it soon, you were going to lose your mind. The wetness in your underwear was becoming unbearable and you wanted nothing more but to be cleaned up. You needed to feel something, anything. The pit in your stomach was driving you absolutely feral.

You pulled away from the kiss and breathlessly called his name. “Cho…” You whined, as his lips moved down, finding your neck, giving you kisses and sucks that were causing goosebumps to form on your brown skin. You were filled with chills and you were hungry, craving him, needing him. He hummed against your neck as a response, his tongue currently working on the sweet spot of your neck as you tried to find the words you wanted to say. “I-I want you to touch me.” You stuttered, having trouble with words, the simple feel of his lips on was making you tongue tied.

“Touch you where, baby?” He asked as his fingers were rubbing small circles into your hips now, his lips getting dangerously low on your open chest. You felt his growing erection on your leg and it felt like a fucking brick at this point. You couldn’t wait until it was inside you, filling you up, hitting that special spot inside of you, over and over again.

Your back started to arch slightly. “Please…” You whined.

He sat up slightly, lips removing from your body, causing you to let out a disappointed sigh. His dark orbs, full of an intensity that almost gave you a fright, found yours, causing you to moan softly at the sight. So fucking sexy.

 His fingers were still rubbing into your hips slowly, softly. “Tell me exactly what you want. I’ll give you anything you want in this world, baby. You just have to ask.” He encouraged you, that look remaining in his eyes, causing your breath to become more shallow. He was causing this reaction just from the way he was looking at you, his eyes burning fires into yours, and yet you couldn’t look away, feeling hypnotized by those dark, haunting orbs of his.

Desire swirled in your stomach and you reached up to touch his face. “Touch me everywhere. Baby, please.” You practically begged him. Your heart was racing at an impossible pace, just wanting him to touch you, to make you feel good, to make your daydream become a reality. You’d never needed something, someone, so badly.

He tilted his head, feigning confusion, a small smile on his lips, obviously in love with the sound of you pleading for him, desperation in your voice. “Everywhere?” His hands lowered ever so slightly, touching the fabric on top of your pussy and your breath hitched in your throat. He seemed to notice your reaction and quickly moved them back up to your hips causing you to let out a louder whine this time, tears welling in your eyes.

He was fucking teasing you. He knew how bad you wanted him, yet he was getting off on you whining and begging for him. It was pissing you off, but at the same time making you wetter by the second. It confused you.

“Choso, touch my fucking pussy!” You finally let out in frustration and he smirked, rubbing his thumbs into your waist harder, causing your face to scrunch in pleasure and pain.

“That’s not very nice now is it, baby?” His smirk left as soon as it came, and amusement was no longer in his voice. His eyes were now fixated on you and the sight of you begging from underneath him was making his cock impossibly hard. You saw it, it was fucking huge in his jeans. Tears began to spill out your eyes as he continued to pester you. Your desire was becoming too much and you needed to release. His lips slowly turned back into that smirk as soon as tears spilled from you, a lustful gaze in his dark eyes.

“Choso, please…” You basically sobbed. “I need you.” His eyes were low as he took you in, desperate for him, and finally seemed satisfied enough. 

“Okay, baby, okay.” He said, nodding softly as his lips touched yours once more but he quickly pulled away, beginning to kiss away the salty tears from your face. He then slowly started to move down to your chest, eventually reaching your breasts. He pulled your dress down until it sat on your hips and his breath hitched as he stared at you in delight.

 “So beautiful.” He said to you, eyes gluing to yours then quickly to your brown nipples, standing up straight and rock hard, waiting for attention. He wasted no time, not wanting to make you wait any longer.

You moaned softly as his warm tongue swirled around one of your swollen buds, and he played with the other with one of his hands. He squeezed your other nipple lightly with his fingers, causing you to let out a groan, a tingly feeling shooting up your body. It was both pleasurable and painful, the theme for the night, it seemed. Your nipples were extra sensitive, being that they were under the fabric of your dress for so long, aching for attention. With his free hand he slowly started to drag your dress down further, until it landed at your feet, which you quickly kicked off, along with your panties, all in one go. You weren’t waiting any fucking longer if you had a say in this. You needed him. You don’t remember the last time you longed for someone the way you longed for Choso’s touch.

His mouth switched nipples and he showed the same attention to your other breast but was quickly cut off as you were tugging at the bottom of his shirt and he took the hint to pull his shirt off with ease, his arms flexing unintentionally as he removed it. You were faced with a rock hard stomach that included a full six pack of abs and more tattoos on his chest. You were sure you were leaking at the sight of him right now. You thought he only had sleeves, but this man was tatted everywhere. His silver chain was shining as it laid on the tattooed skin of his chest, and you bit your bottom lip, absolutely pleased at the sight of him. He was truly your dream man, in terms of both looks and personality. You were so damn lucky. 

It seemed like he was admiring you in the same way you were with him. His lips were parted as he scanned your body. “You are so fucking perfect.” He said in a serious tone, his eyes full of hunger meeting yours, which you were sure were full of the same intensity. You were starving for him, starving to feel him in any way possible. Your pussy was crying for attention at this point, just as you were not too long ago.

Your face got hot at the sudden praise he’d given you. It turned you on to another level hearing compliments and words of approval from Choso and he knew it. He’d known since the night at the carnival, you figured. Your eyes suddenly snapped down to where his cock was currently rock hard in his jeans. It looked like a damn rocket and you were worried about how that was going to fit inside of you if it looked like this while it was constricted.

He seemed to read your mind and reassured you. “You don’t have to worry about that right now. I’m going to focus on you today, baby.” You were slightly disappointed at those words, your face telling on you again. You were both excited and scared, but you wanted, no, needed, to feel his obviously large cock inside of you, filling you up whole. 

You opened your mouth to protest but you were suddenly distracted by his lips reattaching to your body, slowly going south. His full, pillow soft lips were leaving wet kisses down your stomach with leisure and you whined in frustration. He was moving too slow, teasing you again. You sat up on your elbows to watch him with your breath caught in the back of your throat. Shivers ran down your entire body in anticipation as his lips eventually landed on top of your pussy, where he continued to leave wet kisses. You needed him lower. You needed to watch as he slurped you up, like he hadn’t had a meal in days. You wanted to see him drenched in your juices, it was a need. His lips traveled to your inner thighs and he began leaving small pecks on them, raising goosebumps all over your entire body.

He was so close to your dripping core, so, so close.

His warm breath was dangerously close to your opening and you let out another whine, lips twisted into a frown. His eyes shot up to yours and you could see him smirking at you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. You smell so good too.” His breath was heating you up, the wetness of your pussy now becoming full blown drips down your leg. The moistness of his breath caused a shiver to go down your body, causing your hips to jolt slightly.

“Choso…” You whined his name again, tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to pour out, again. He was teasing the shit out of you, once more. And once again, it was driving you crazy and turning you on at the same time. 

His eyes had a glimmer in them, clearly enjoying this. He seemed to have a sudden hunger in his eyes and needed no further encouragement. His tongue plunged into your pussy, licking up your slit slowly, finding your clit almost immediately. You moaned out in surprise and he moaned back, using your name with a curse, causing a vibration to come from his already vigorously working tongue. He was giving you what you wanted, finally, after making you cry and whimper, and it was oh so worth it.  

His tongue seemed to never slow down, never giving you a break, working you like a vibrator never could and you were losing your fucking mind. Your back was arching and Choso held his hands tightly on your hips to keep in control. That pit in your stomach was becoming undone slowly, but surely, causing you to try to rock your lower body on his face, and he granted your wish, his hands loosening their grip on your waist. You gasped as you began rubbing your cunt on his face, and he was below you, kneeling like he was at an alter, worshiping your pussy and lapping you up greedily, as if he were malnourished.

Your breathing was getting ragged just as you felt a very thick finger at your entrance. He plunged it into you, the juices of your drenched pussy making sloshing noises as he started to move his finger in and out, incredibly slow, watching you from below, knowing he was the cause of your undoing, wanting to drag this out. It seemed to motivate him, causing him to add another and switch his movements to curve his digits deeply inside of you, prompting you to pant heavily as he stretched you out with ease. He was hitting your g-spot with expertise and you suddenly felt dizzy, breathless. Your mind was going blank as his tongue was still on your sensitive bud, moving dangerously fast, and his thick digits continued hitting that spot over and over again, faster this time.

His dark eyes met yours again and groaned into you at the sight of you falling apart because of him. Your eyes locked onto his, tears brimming yours once again and you knew your face was twisted as you let out a sob. You were so close to the finish line, feeling that knot in your stomach build and that lightheadedness returning. Your legs began locking up on his shoulders and you were grabbing onto his dark locks, needing something, anything to hold on to as you felt yourself nearing the end. He seemed to notice you were close and lifted his mouth from your cunt, causing you to let out a pant and a whine. 

The bottom half of his face was covered in a mixture of your juices and his saliva, with some of it currently dripping down his chin. He was staring at you with a slightly opened mouth and dazed eyes, looking absolutely pussy drunk and you audibly moaned at the sight before you. You swore you were going to cum just by looking at him intoxicated off of you, face covered with your essence. Your blood was rushing to your head, giving you that familiar build up again as his fingers were still hitting that spot deep inside of you with a purpose, your soft walls tightening around his thick, long digits, getting you closer by the second.

“Need those pretty eyes on me while you cum. You hear me?” He demanded you with a tone of authority, his warm breath on your core, forcing you to do nothing but nod, unable to speak anyway, needing to cum right fucking now. You were feeling that tingle in your stomach, a warning that you didn’t have much longer until you released right onto his pretty face. His swollen, wet lips then reattached to your sensitive bundle of nerves, using sucking sensations this time and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your eyes remained on his as promised, and it all started to become too much. 

His fingers were hitting your g-spot, your clit was being abused, and his dark eyes were burning fire into yours. Your thighs were tight around his head, but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to take it as encouragement as he continued attacking your pink button, wanting to complete his mission. Tears were now streaming down your face at a rapid pace as your breathing became ragged once again, finally seeing those stars you craved so badly. The feeling of relief washed over your entire body as you came all over his beautiful face with a rock of your hips, your body shaking and your moans loud enough to be heard on the street. 

He lapped up your juices slowly, still looking into your eyes with seduction and you winced from the overstimulation. He eventually released you, seeing your body twitch, and kissed up your body slowly until he reached your lips. They landed on yours and you tasted yourself as his tongue entered your mouth.

“You did so good, baby.” He wiped your tears with his soft hands, then began giving you small pecks all over your face. You smiled widely at the praise. “My good girl…”

He then rolled off your body, but stayed close and pulled you towards him with ease. He then pulled the sheet on your bed up to cover the two of you (mostly you.) You rested your head on his chest and he kissed your forehead causing you to smile into his hard pecs. His free hand grabbed yours and you lifted your head to look at him. 

The bottom half of his face was still wet with your juices and you smirked at the sight of him. You wiped your hand down his face softly to clean him up and his eyes looked at you with adoration. “Do you want me to help you?” You asked, looking down at his very obvious erection that showed through the sheet and he gave you a small smirk back.

He shook his head. “I told you, today was all about making you feel good.” He pulled your head down to his bare chest again, not explaining himself any further. You wrapped your leg around his waist, too exhausted to argue with him on the issue.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence and you felt his fingertips run up and down your back. He was so warm, your own personal heater. You fell into a deep slumber shortly after. 

Chapter Six is Posted

[writerofjourneys]

Hihi, Can I get a fem reader who loves to knit and repair Makoto Yuki's clothing or makes cute stuff for him. And how she always knitting something in his arms or just cuddles up to him drabbles?

A Love By Hand

Fandom(s): Persona 3

P3 Male Protagonist x Fem Reader

Drabble

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, comfort, soft P3 Protagonist, domesticity, cuddling & snuggling, knitting.

Warnings: None.

Main List | 𝐏𝟑 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠 | AO3

Eyebrows scrunched as you concentrated, the knitting needles in your hands fell easily into a routine as the time went by. Nothing but comfortable silence enveloped the room as you concentrated on your task. But you weren’t alone, next to you was Makoto, who was currently leaning his head against your shoulder as you sat together on his bed, seeming to doze off with closed eyes.

It was almost evening, but fortunately S.E.E.S weren’t planning to head to the Dark Hour today, meaning you and your dear boyfriend could relax for the time being. You knew how busy Makoto can be, how it seemed he’d be pulled in every direction with the many things he had to do. Daily the quiet boy would leave the dorms and school to go somewhere or meet someone. It made you admire his commitment of responsibility and work ethic. He always tried his best and worked hard despite his behaviour that he didn’t care. But you always made sure to remind him to take breaks every once in a while. You didn’t want Makoto to burn himself out to satisfy his confidants’ needs. Including yourself.

Now he may not look it, he especially did his best to make time for you in his crowded schedule. To spend doing anything together, even if it was nothing extravagant or important, it still mattered all the same.

Like right now, where the two of you were snuggling up with his blanket over your laps, two almost empty cups of hot chocolate nearby, and some movie that was playing as background noise on your laptop. It filled you with peace despite the ever growing dangers presented by the Dark Hour.

“Are you sleeping, Mako..?” you whispered enough to reach his ears.

“.. Hmm.” your boyfriend responded.

“‘M almost done…” you say as your hands worked, wrapping up the finishing touches of your creation. “And there.”

You were pleased with how the sweater had turned out, spending the occasional time knitting a few things for Makoto to have. You’ve even stitched a shirt of his one time when there was a hole in it. Something that wasn’t common since your boyfriend took care of his things.

Makoto Yuki deserved nothing but good things in his life. That’s what you’ve always known and what you’ve wanted to do for him if you were able to. A great leader, a great friend, and an even wonderful boyfriend. Even if you’ve only known each other for almost a year, you didn’t think you could find anyone after Makoto.

Lifting his head from your shoulder, he turned his gaze to the clothing in your grasp. A single eye going over the details visible from his blue hair.

“It looks really nice.” Makoto complimented, hand touching the soft fabric.

“Can you try it on?” you asked eagerly.

“Okay.” he nods, shrugging his blazer off.

It fitted perfectly, purposefully a tad oversized to give cozy comfort. It was also the same colour as your eyes, which he personally requested.

Smiling proudly and fondly, you wrapping your arms his waist. Resting your ear against his heart, you heard it thrum.

Makoto returned your affection, softly yet firmly holding you close as he pressed his face against your hair, rubbing the back of your head. For someone who grew up away from physical touch since he was an orphan, it was foreign and unnatural. As much as he bonded with his confidants, he physically kept them at arms length. Even Aigis, who would follow him and guard his well-being, no one could turn Koromaru away, Junpei with his brazenness, and Elizabeth with all her eccentricity. But you changed that when he fell for you. Holding you felt natural and serene.

Just as you desired it, Makoto didn’t want to let go of you either.

“It fits well. I’ll keep it always.” he sincerely said.

A happy smile could not stop gracing your lips as a light blush spread your cheeks. Squeezing him a a little tighter, you hoped to have more of these moments come.

[armin-supremacy]

cater to you

don't fret bestie, i got you 💜

pairing: lucifer x gn!mc

genre: fluff, comfort

prompt: pampering lucifer, original prompt post located here

You adjusted the centerpiece one last time.

Lucifer's favorite dinner, placed for two, rest perfectly on the table. Much to the brother's help, cooking and setting up went much much quicker than on your own.

Thankfully, smoother too.

You perked up as Mammon entered, waving around what you'd hoped to be the record you'd asked for. "Is that it? Did you find it?"

"The Great Mammon always delivers", he smiled confidently. You brightened as he handed the record over. It was one Lucifer had mentioned wanting to borrow from Simeon for a while now.

"Ah you're the best!" You complmented with a smile before you began ushering him out. "Now go! Shoo, shoo!"

Mammon's laugh rang throughout the dining room at your antics. The brother's were really pulling through for you today after expressing just how important today meant to you.

You've noticed Lucifer, as always, being overloaded with work and looking after you and the boys. He never had anytime for himself. It made you a bit sad. Especially, since it cut into your alone time together as well.

So you took it upon yourself to clear his entire schedule for the afternoon and evening, of course after talking with Diavolo (who was more than pleased to grant your request) and aided the brother's in planning for their own afternoon out.

Leaving the HOL for just you and Lucifer to do as you pleased.

"Alright, alright I'm goin'" Mammon said.

"Please stay out of trouble. Don't do anything reckless, okay? And let the others know-"

The second born cut you off, resting his hands on your shoulders in the midist of your worry. You trusted the brothers, you really did. But sometimes.... "Relax! We'll be okay. Ya got nothin' to worry about."

Mammon gave you once last smile before giving you a small bonk on the head. "Text if ya need us."

And with that, he was gone.

With that, you scurried over to the record player you had set up near the table. Careful not to cause any scratching, you placed the record appropriately and adjusted the volume to a comfortable setting.

You checked your D.D.D. Lucifer should be home....now!

Never a moment late from when he assured he'd return, your boyfriend made his way in. Though you could easily tell he was exhausted, he still looked absolutely breath-taking to you. "You're home!"

Lucifer grunted in surprise at the force of your body colliding with his, your arms wrapping securely around his neck. He cleared his throat, a small pink beginning to dust his cheek.

"MC, you're awfully eccentric this afternoon."

You rolled your eyes and smiled. Ah Lucifer. always trying to put on a facade.

"Your brothers are out for the evening", you began. You leaned up, giving him a sweet kiss. His body immediately reacted. He couldn't help himself. Lucifer's arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as his usual 'responsible, Avatar of Pride' persona fizzled away. You broke the kiss with a hum. "The entire house is ours for the rest of the day."

Lucifed smiled apologetically, his hand coming to cup your cheek. "That's wonderful, my darling. But sadly I have-"

"Ah ah ah!" You cut him off quickly. "I've already talked to Diavolo as well. Your schedule is cleared, your deadlines are extended. You have nothing to worry about."

You took his hands in yours and began leading him to the table where you had prepared dinner. "All you need to do is relax and let me take care of you."

Lucifer nearly melted. You'd remembered his favorite dishes. It was then as well that the music you had been playing really hit him. "Is this...?"

You nodded proudly. "Yep! Simeon owed me a favor so I took advantage." You then began helping Lucifer remove his coat, ushering him to sit. You hung his coat on the back of his seat neatly before taking your own next to him.

"Forgive me but.." he hesitated. Lucifer looked at you in worry, an unusual sense of panic bubbling in his chest. "I don't remember any occasion that's supposed to be happening?"

"There's not", you assured. You took his gloved hand in yours, bringing it up to your lips to kiss. You knew the gesture drove Lucifer wild. It was so simple, yet so intimate. "I know you've been so overwhelmed lately with taking care of me and your brothers, helping Diavolo at every waking call, and just so much going on with the council."

You looked up, tilting your head slightly with a smile. "I just wanted to give you some time to just relax and let me take care of you for once."

Lucifer stared at you dumbfounded for a moment. If he wasn't already smitten, he sure was now. "If you'll allow me too, of course."

Your voice was soft, a slight bit of hesitation as you awaited his response. Relief filled you as Lucfier smiled.

"How could I refuse?"

The two of you ate dinner, talking back and forth about your days thus far. You were happy to see Lucifer much more laid back, the earlier tension you saw leaving him bit by bit.

After dinner, and much to your dismay, Lucifer helped you in quickly cleaning your dishes and putting away leftovers.

Before you knew it, the two of you had made yourselves comfortable in the common room, Lucifer's head resting comfortably on your lap.

His eyes remained closed as your fingers slowly ran through hair, occasionally curling a strand around your finger. "Your hair is so soft..."

Lucifer let out a content hum at your actions. One of his hands came to grip yours, resting on his chest and giving it a soft squeeze. After a moment, he turned his head slightly, opening his eyes to meet your gaze.

"You really didn't have to do all this", he said gently. You shook your head.

"I'm happy to do this", you assured. You leaned down, letting your lips ghost over his with a sweet smile. "especially for you, my love."

Lucifer wasted no time to push himself up, meeting your lips with passion. You let out a small hum in satisfaction, your hand in his hair instinctively tugging the strands your fingers were entangled in.

Your lips moved together for a moment, hearts beating in both your chests and cheeks rosy. You hated to pull away, needing to fill your lungs with air.

His kisses were addicting, always so full of love and gentleness.

It left you wanting more.

You left a few more pecks on his lips and over his face, emitting a chuckle of delight from the demon before settling back.

Lucifer looked up at you from your lap, a twinkle in his eyes. "You truly are a piece of heaven."

"I love you too, Lucifer."

~~~~~~

tag: @vintage-bumblebee

ahhh how'd I do? im not a big lucifer stan, but i tried my best 😭😭

[jovenshires]

endless au edits: smosh theatre's seasonal lineup (2/4)

keeping up with the run of smosh classics, smosh's second production of the year will be a rendition of little shop of horrors in the spring, directed by the other esteemed smosh co-founder, ian hecox. as per usual, any hecox production is certain to be a delicious twist of comedy and tragedy, and this show fits that descriptor to the t. packed to the brim with bright and colorful costumes, elaborate props, and punchy dark humor, little shop makes perfect sense for a director well-known for finding the bright spots in the darkness (and vice versa). with his trusty stage manager sidekick and previous fellow director, spencer agnew, by his side, hecox is sure to make this musical a hit. as for the cast, fans will be delighted to see smosh's resident powerhouse courtney miller as audrey, a hopeless romantic with a heart of gold. miller is not only a vocal and theatrical legend, but also both nonbinary and queer, something they noted that they hope to bring to the role of audrey. miller shared the news on twitter earlier today, saying, "i cannot wait to bring to you this fantastic person i've gotten to know over these past few months. i've put a little piece of myself into her, and i just want you all to know this is our best, gayest show to date." smosh certainly leaned into this idea by making her leading man fellow queer actor and fan-favorite funnyman, tommy bowe. bowe has been with smosh for seven years now; over that time, he's gone from lighting director to bit-part actor to, finally, leading man. this will be the first smosh show bowe's ever taken the lead on, and as i know firsthand from working with him on several other theater productions, no one deserves it more. bowe also shared the news to his social media today, saying on his instagram that this is "a dream come true." we previously saw bowe and miller side-by-side in last year's production of les miserables as thenardier and madame thenardier respectively. as you may recall from my review, the two than proved that they have electrically fun chemistry and excellent comedic prowess, which is extremely promising for this production. i, for one, couldn't be happier for them, and i cannot wait to see how queer this show can really get. other than the two incredible leads, this may be one of the most interesting and unique casts smosh has ever assembled. starring in his first feature role at smosh is trevor evarts as orin scrivello, dds, audrey's controlling, masochistic boyfriend. known for his previous (and part-time continuing) work at the mythic playhouse, evarts is a mangenue on the rise to stardom, and this show is the perfect launchpad for his career. in an interview posted today with theater weekly, evarts said that he was "so excited to join the cast," stating boldly that, in his opinion, "smosh is the future of theater." as trevor's talent is so evidently rooted in his quick-witted, raunchy comedy, there is no doubt in my mind that evarts will make the perfect killer dentist. you know how the saying goes, though; something old, something new. thus, it should be no surprise that we will see two returning faces to the smosh stage, specifically mari takahashi (audrey ii) and joshua ovenshire (mr. mushnik). after nearly four years of absence, the two original cast members are returning for a much-anticipated reunion with the smosh crew. since their original leave, takahashi and ovenshire have worked together on several minor productions, as well as beginning their own podcast. today's episode confirmed that they would be making their re-debut on the smosh stage, discussing why they left and, more importantly, why they're coming back. as an actor, takahashi is known for her rich singing voice and commanding presence on stage, while ovenshire's specialty lies in physical humor and over-exaggerated personas. i can't think of better additions to this cast - although it will certainly be interesting to see how well the old blood blends with the new...

[redheadspark]

hi! this is based off of the oliver wood fanfic "focus" you wrote and I was thinking you could make it so that oliver was teaching reader how to play quidditch and she seems very unfocused and he wonders why. thank you and you don't have to answer this at all!

A/N: I'm SO happy to add more to that story! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Wonder

Summary: You hate loosing your focus, but Oliver always brings you back.

Warnings: Just some cute fluff!

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you look deep in thought….and I think I lost ya,”

You blinked once or twice, seeing your boyfriend sitting next to you.  You shifted a bit uneasily in your seat in the quidditch stands, a nice spring morning and the weekend was far too nice to be spending in the castle.  Most of the students were out and about, heading to Hogsmeade for the day or studying out on the grass near the Black Lake.  Oliver wanted to spend some time with you, and since you were not as knowledgeable in Quidditch and how to play, he figured he would teach out about it.

You wanted to learn, but your mind was somewhere else.

“I’m sorry,” You hummed, feeling Oliver take your hand in his and he gave you his smile.

“It’s okay,” He replied softy, “I was worried that I was borin’ ya,”

“You could never,” You reassured him, seeing his grin get a bit wider as you snuck a kiss on his cheek, “I love hearing you talk about Quidditch, and I love you’re trying to teach me.  I just have a lot on my mind today,”

“Eh I get it,” Oliver replied, “You were studying a lot there past few days for finals comin’ up, and your dad is still..”

“Yeah,” You hummed, looking down at your spare hand in your lap.  Your home life was a bit complicated at the moment, your dad got sick and was needing to be at St. Mungos more than usual.  It was hard not being with him and your mother, needing to focus on your schooling, and having to stay at Hogwarts.  It made your mind wander, which in turn got you behind in your studies and in your classes.  Although you were a really decent student and never had the worry of failing, you still played ketchup as much as you could.  

It was safe to say that your mind was all over the place. 

Oliver knew about your dad, he was the first one you told other than your best friend in your House.  You showed Oliver the letter from your mother, he was scanning it with his eyes as you two sat together at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.  He met your dad once over the previous summer when he came to visit, your dad loved the fact that he loved Quidditch and would talk his ear off about the sport.  So when Oliver pulled you into a hug after leaving the letter on the tale, he held you tight to make sure you felt the love he was trying to pour into you.  

“Maybe we can hit the Three Broomsticks instead of this?” Oliver suggested to you, squeezing your joined hands a bit tighter to snap you out of your thoughts again, “Sometimes a Butterbeer helps when I’m not in the right frame of mind,”

“You might be right,” You agreed, Oliver then placing an arm around your shoulders to pull you in and have your head go to rest of his shoulder, “Although my mom sent me an owl this morning and she told me my dad has been getting a bit better,” 

“That’s good,” Oliver said in a lighter tone, “We only have a few more weeks until we’re done with school, and I can come with you to visit your dad,”

Of course, you are melting from hearing that from him, and you knew deep down he would come and visit your dad.  A lot of people never saw past the Quidditch Captain persona that Oliver had and are to have at Hogwarts, they only saw him as the cocky athlete who took the game far too seriously.  He had another side of him that was softer, more vulnerable that was never seen out in public. Especially in the more private times that you two had tucked in the corridors that were out of the prying eyes of students or along the long walks under the trees and along the castle wall. 

He didn’t mind not talking about Quidditch with you, but at times he couldn’t help bit and you would let him.  Seeing his passion and hearing it too was wonderful, and you knew he was telling you his own stories that he would never tell others, not even his own teammates.  

“That would mean the world,” You said to Oliver, feeling him kiss the top of your head, “My dad loves you.  And my mom wrote something quite funny.  She told me, that my dad is convinced you and I are going to be married after Hogwarts,”

You didn’t see the flush that came on his cheeks.

“He thinks that?” Oliver asked, not wanting to sound panicky or a bit too shocked.  It wasn’t that he never thought of it either, he would be a liar if he said he never thought about marrying you after you two graduated.  There were factors that came in, of course, one mainly being that you two would still be far too young and you would have no game plan. But that never stopped Oliver from thinking about it, wondering where you two would live, and what jobs you two would have.  If you would ever want to marry him.

That last one was certain though, you would marry hm.

“I had to write back to my mom that it was rather daft,” You said with a chuckle, “At last for now since we’re still teenagers.  We still have to deal with Snape and his nasty Potions lessons.  And I mean, we can think about it longer on down the road, right?”

“Yeah, yeah of course we can,” Oliver agreed wholeheartedly, and inwardly he was grinning so widely.  So the thought of you two being together and married was not completely off the table.  

Even 4 years after leaving Hogwarts, your dad walked you down the aisle to a beaming Oliver on your wedding day.

The End

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1179: Valentine's Office Party (Persona 5 X Sonic)

7:34 p.m. at G.U.N.'s Main Hall Entrance........

Everyone: (Chattering Among One Another Inside)

Sae: (Takes a Sip of her Cup of Punch She's Holding in her Hands) So you had to finish off two and a half mountain sets of paperwork then helped set up this party together immediately after? That couldn't be pleasant.

Topaz: ('Sigh') Not in the slightest.....We're still very short on accountants and the ones we have left took an early leave for the day. (Rolls her Eyes in Annoyance) So, of course, they decided take me away from my line of work and made me doing theirs instead, without even a single thank you coming out from any of their mouths!

Sae: ('Sigh') I feel your pain on that one, sister. I swear, I couldn't even begin to tell you how many times my superiors drop those sets of paperwork on my desk since the day I started my career of being a prosecutor. And now it's Tae-san's turnn to deal a few of own unfortunately.

Topaz: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit Of Confusion) Tae-san?

Sae: Tae Takemi. She's a back alley doctor in the streets of Shiyuba from where I'm also from.....(Starts Blushing a Bit) As....well as my girlfriend~

Topaz: ('Gasps') Oh my gosh, really?~ For how long If you don't me asking.

Sae: A few months now. She can be a real weirdo sometimes, but.....(Smiles a Bit) She's my weirdo. I do anything for her, so long as it legal.

Topaz: (Clasps her Hands Together Lovingly) Awwwwww!~ That's so sweet, congratulations, both of you!~

Sae: (Simply Nodded at the GUN Operative) Thanks. It's been a long while since I've been into an actual relationship, so I'm not exactly as well experienced in romance as she is surprisingly.

Topaz: Give it some time, dear. I'm sure you'll get back in the swing of things eventually. (Continues Talking to Sae)

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Rouge: (Sighs Happily as Watches Topaz and Sae in the Distance Along with Morgana abd Lavenza) Look at them~ Two workaholics getting along in harmony~

Lavenza: (Smiles Softly) It's nice to see them having a good time this evening

Rouge: Yeah, Topaz especially. That woman been doing everyone else's work all day today with little to no break. She deserves to let loose every once and a while.

Morgana: (Turns to Rouge) How did you guys first meet anyways?

Rouge: Back in some factory a few years ago. Before I started my agent career, I was just your run of the mil jewelry thief 'till the day she caught me red-handed and took me into this very base.

Morgana: Where you two became partners?

Rouge: (Winks at Mona) Ding-Ding~ We didn't quite get along right off the bat mind you, used to butt heads a lot more than we do nowadays actually. (Smiles Softly) But eventually, once we put our pettiness aside and get every mission we get assigned to done, our friendship has been all the more sweeter ever since.

Lavenza: Ooh! Speaking of sweets, Mona-Chan~ (Smiles Brightly at her Boyfriend) I got a marvelous Valentine's Day present for you to enjoy!~ (Summons a Red, Heart Shaped Box on the Palm of her Hands)

Morgana: (Gasps a Tad Bit Loudly as He Place Both of his Hands onto his Cheeks) You got me a box of chocolate?~

Lavenza: (Giggles Softly at How Cute Mona is Acting) Better~ I took the liberties to make you a box of chocolate, in hand!~ (Smiles Sheepishly) They might not be the most.....delectable sets, taste wise, but please know that I've put my very soul into making them the best I can.

Morgana: (Smiles Brightly) And I'm sure I'll love them as much as I love you~

Rouge: (Clasps her Hands Together in Pure Delight) Oh my gosh, you two are the most cutest things in the ball!~

Morgana: Pretty sure it's just a regular party, Ms. Rouge.

Rouge: (Shrugs a Bit) Party, Ball, same thing really. Say, do you mind if I have a piece of that chocolate of yours as well? I hardly gotten anything good to eat since I got here.

Lavenza: Of course you can, Ms. Rouge. (Starts Getting a Bit Panicky) B-But please proceed with cation, you two! The chocolates are-

Rouge: (Examines the Chocolates Inside an Now Opened Box) Hmmm......They don't seem to be looking too appealing design wise.

Morgana: Looks aren't everything so long as it taste good.

Mona and Rouge takes one of the chocolates out of the box and eats their respective piece......Only for their to be widened as Rouge takes out a pink handkerchief from her pocketbook and spits out thr chocolate she was eating before passing it to Mona for him to do the same.

Lavenza: ('Sigh') Not if the chocolates are salty.....I knew I should've read that cookbook more thoroughly instead of rushing myself to get these made before the party started.....

Morgana: (Closes the Box Before Gently Placing his Hand Onto Lavenza Shoulder With a Reassuring Smile) Hey, don't let it get you down. I'm sure you'll have them more tasty next time.

Rouge: (Place her Hand on her Chest With a Proud Smile on her Face) And I will be more than happy to assist you along the way, my dear~

Morgana: (Raises an Eyebrow at Rouge) Wait. You can cook? Since when?

Rouge: Started learning a month ago. Not to toot my own horn, but I believe I've gotten quite skillful in the kitchen if I do say so myself~

Shadow: (Walks By While Holding a Punch Drink in his Hand) Rouge, you nearly burned Knuckles' kitchen down weeks ago. You don't need to be teaching those kids anything.

Rouge: (Comically Glares at her Teammate) It was ONE TIME, Shadow! I can do a lot better, thank you!

Shadow: Doubt it.

Rouge: (Blows a Raspberry at Shadow)

Topaz: (From the Other Side of the Room) Rouge! Behave yourself over there.

Rouge: But-

Topaz: Now!

Rouge: (Crosses her Arms While Grumbling and Pouting)

Lavenza: (Giggles Softly) It's okay, Ms Rouge. We can all teach each other how to cook together.

Morgana: (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly) While trying not to burn anything down in the process.....

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Omega: (Watches Morgana and Lavenza Trying to Calm Down an Pouting Rouge in the Distance Before Noticing Shadow's Presence) You poked fun at her cooking again?

Shadow: (Casually Shrugs) Just stating the truth like I always do. She did set the stove on fire.

Omega: For approximately 6.6 seconds before I came in and extinguish it from causing the stove to disintegrate completely.

Shadow: True.

Omega: (Gives Shadow a Deadpinned Look on his Face) But that won't stop you from poking at her for it, will it?

Shadow: (Smirks a Bit) Nope. She should've think twice before poking fun at me numerous of times in the past. Now she's paying the price for it. (Takes a Sip of his Drink)

Omega: (Rolls his Visual Sensors Around) Right. Anywho, question.

Shadow: (Points at Omega) Shoot.

Omega: Have you ever encountered a romantic feeling towards someone in the past?

Shadow: Can't say that I have really. Never been too interested in romance in general. What about you, Omega?

Omega: (My His Habd onto his Metal Chest) My crush was previously towards a princess who obtain the pyrokinesis royalty.

Shadow: Pyrokinesis royalt- (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened at the Realization) What a minute? You're telling me you used to have a crush on Blaze once?

Omega: (Simply Nodded) Affirmative. (Sticks his Hand Out in a Romantic Type of Way) Her flames shine as bright as bright as the morning sun and are equally as destructive as my rapid-fire cannons. (Slouches his Upper Body Down While Frowning in Disappointment) So you could imagine my immense disappointment when I discovered that she is currently taken by two male partners.

Shadow: Is that right? When did you find that out?

Omega: On the day of Vector and Vanilla's wedding. I spotted them sharing their public affection towards during the reception. They seemed happy and complete together. It was at this moment I realized that the concept of romance has died within my metal soul.....

Shadow: (Place his Hand onto Omega's Shoulder, Giving him a Bit of a Reassuring Smile) Don't give up on it just yet, big guy. I'm sure you'll find someone eventually. (Suddenly Felt Something Covering his Eyes) Omega, is covering my eyes is your way of thanking me or something?

Peach starts giggling quietly along with Hat Kid as she is currently covering her son's eyes from the back.

Omega: Negative.

Hat Kid silently asks Omega to bend down to her height level as she starts whispering into his hearing sensors.

Omega: But I do obtain another question for you to answer.

Shadow: (Feeling the Need to Raise his Eyebrow) Okay.....Ask away.

Omega: Who do you believe is the strongest being in the Smash Bros Family?

Shadow: My mother. She's brave, care, loving, Intimidating when she wants to be, and has shown to risk her life into protecting her love ones numerous of times in the past. (Starts Hearing thr Sound of Sniffing) And judging by the sounds I'm hearing behind me, I'm guessing the person who's been covering my eyes this whole time is her in person?

Peach: (Happily Reveal Herself to Shadow) Yes, it's meeeeeee!~ (Hugs Shadow Lovingly) I'm so happy to have a sweetheart son like you in my life!~

Shadow: (Chuckles Lightly) Nice to see you too, mother.

Hat Kid happily rushes over and Hugs Shadow leg.

Shadow: (Looks Down at his Little Sister Before Gently Ruffling the Top of her Hair) And you as well, sister. Thank you two for coming here tonight.

Peach: You know, we wouldn't miss it for the world. (Kiss Shadow on the Cheek) I'm sorry your father and brother couldn't join us this evening. Sonic had to go out and stop Eggman as usual....(Clasps her Hands Together in a Loving Manner) And father is back home planning a very romantic surprise for me as we speak~

Meanwhile at the Smash Direct Mall......

Mario: (Shows off the Red, Sliky Pants and Jacket Bayonetta Picked Out For Him) I dunno, Cereza. Are you sure Peach would like this outfit I'm wearing?

Bayonetta: (Fprms a Proud Smirk on her Face) Trust me, dear, that princess of yours will be dropping everything and run straight towards you once she sees you in this marvelous get up. Especially since you're quite the charming looking man yourself~

Mario: (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly While Blushing a Bit) Thanks, but.......(Starts Squeezing the Side of his Already Revealing Stomach Before Letting Put a Sigh) I think my own body says otherwise......

Bayonetta: (Gives Mario a Pouty Look) Oh don't you give me that. You know as well as I do that Peach adores you no matter of how chubby you look. Hell, my goddess have a slightly bigger belly than yours and I shower it with my love abd affection every waking morning. You'll be fine, my dear, trust me!

Mario: ('Sigh') If you say so.....

Bayonetta: (Smiles Brightly) I know so. Now, hurry up and change back so we can get outta here and get that cake we ordered.

Mario: Yes, ma'am.

Back at the Party

Peach: (Hugs Herself While Swaying her Hips From Side to Side in a Very Loving Manner) Ohh, I can't wait to come back home and shower that handsome man with my undying love!~

Hat Kid: (Sticks her Tongue Out in Disgust) ('Blegh')

Shadow: (Sighs While Facepalming Himself, Being Mildly Embarrassed) Mother........

Omega: (Covers Hat Kid's Ears) T.M.I.!

Peach: (Comically Pouts at the Trio) Oh don't you three give me that! You know how much I adore your father!! (Notices A Familiar Blue Haired Young Man Walking Over Before Putting on a Welcoming Smile Towards Him) Oh, hi Yusuke dear!~ Happy Valentine's Day.

Yusuke: (Happily Nodded Towards the Princess) Likewise, your majesty. (Frowns a Bit) Unfortunately, I can't say that I'm enjoying this evening completely at the moment.

Shadow: Why? What happened?

Omega: And where is Futuba-san?

Peach: (Starts Getting Worried) She's not sick, is she?

Yusuke: No, she's here and well, your majesty. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) But.....('Sigh') She told she has to step out for a second, but it's been fifteen minutes and I'm starting to get worried. I'm planning on looking for her as we speak.

Shadow: You won't be the only to do so.

Peach: We'll help look for her too, dear.

Omega: And I will make a clear announcement on the matter in the main office.

Hat Kid: (Puts on a Determined Look on her Face) Me too!

Shadow: Omega, you know you're not allowed to go in there.

Peach: (Gives Hat Kid a Soft Motherly Glare) The same goes for you, young lady. We're guest here. It would be very rude of you to go into that room without permission.

Omega: (Glares at Shadow and Peach as He Helps Pick Hat Kid Up in his Arms) Rude or not, it will not stop us from searching and helping out a dearest friend!

Hat Kid: (Points Forward as Screams Out....) FOR BIG SIS FUTUBAAAAAAAAAAAAA!~

Omega ignites his jet booster as he rushes himself over to the main office, with Hat Kid in his care and assistance.

Peach: Omega! Hat Marie Kid!! Both of you get back here right this instant!!!

Shadow: (Sighs While Pinching the Bridge of his Nose) I'm never going to hear the end of this tomorrow morning, am I?

Yusuke: (Smiles Sheepishly) There's no need to be too hard on them now. They're only doing their best to help.

Shadow: Yeah and their help is gonming to get me in trouble. I'll watch over them. (Skates his Way to the Troublesome Duo)

Peach: I'll have everyone of our peers know what's going on, so they can help out.

Yusuke: And I'll continue my search.

Yusuke and Peach nodded to one another before splitting themselves up to do their own assigned tasks. As he starts walking around, the artist suddenly hears crunching sounds coming from the under the table behind him.

He he got down on one knee pulls the covers on the table, up revealing itself to have his wiz tech of a girlfriend, Futuba Sakura, sitting under it in a feel position this entire time, slowly eating a mini bag of chips in her hand.

Yusuke: Futuba?

Futuba: (Eyes Begins to Widened as She Slowly Turns to Yusuke with a Bit of an Awkward Smile on her Face) Heyyyy there, Inari. How's it going?

Yusuke: (Raises an Eyebrow) It's going......What, pry tell, is your reason of sitting here of all places?

Futuba: Ohhh you know, just.....hanging around......

'A Bit of Silence'

Futuba: ('Sigh in Defeat') I made you worry, didn't I?

Yusuke: (Simply Nodded) You have, yes. As well as the rest of our friends and family who are now looking for you as we speak.

Futuba: (Sighs Once More While Facepalming Herself) I thought so....I'm really sorry, Yusuke. I didn't mean to make you all worry tonight, honest! I'm just....(Turns Away While Rubbing her Arm Slowly) You know......

Yusuke: Intimidated by a large crowd present here tonight?

Futuba: (Turbs Back to her Inari) Yeah, exactly. ('Groans in Frustration') I just don't get it!! I've been doing ao well being out of my comfort for four years straight, ready to face the world head on and yet, here I am going back to square one by sitting here all night!

Yusuke: Old habits would always find a way to better the better of us at one point in our ongoing lives. That's nothing to feel too ashamed over.

Futuba: ('Sigh') Yeah, I know. (Starts Putting on a Determined Look on her Face) But I promise, I'll keep working my hardest to get over this completely from this day forward. You can out on it!!

Yusuke: And I will continue to root for you every step of the way, just as long as you allow me and everyone else in our group to try to help you if needed.

Futuba: (Nodded in Agreement) Yeah, definitely! But u-um.....('Sigh') I'm sorry, but.....Do you mind sitting next with me for a bit? I don't think I'm completely ready to get out just yet and.....I missed you. Whole a lot.

Yusuke: (Smiles Softly and Reassuringly) Of course. I've grown to miss you as well. (Goes in Under the Table and Sits Himself Next to His Girlfriend) Hm. We have more room here than I thought.

Futuba: I know, right? It feels so room for an uncover table. (Turns to her Boyfriend with a Smile of Her Own as She Hugs him Lovingly) But seriously though, thank you so so so much for being here and.....putting up with my nonsense tonight, Yusuke.

Yusuke: You're very welcome, Futuba. I do all that I'm willing to do as my love for you runs deep than the roaring waterfall depth within the rainforest.

Futuba: (Giggles Softly)

Yusuke: (Raises an Eyebrow Again) And what seems to be funny to you, Ms. Gremlin?

Futuba: (Tries Dying Down her Laughter) Sorry, sorry. Just couldn't help how funny your corniness is. I love you too, you big dope~ (Gives Yusuke a Big Kiss on the Cheek)

The sound of the microphone static begins to echo into the main hall as someone begins to speak on it.

?????: Attention, all remaining guests! I, E-123 Omega, as well as many others, have an announcement to make!

Futuba: (Instantly Recognizes That Voice) Omega-kun?

?????: My best friend/partner-in-crime, Futaba Sakura, has been missing for eighteen minutes and thirty five seconds and counting. This main futility needs to be thoroughly searched immediately!

Lavenza: Futuba-Chan! If you're out there, please know that we are certainly doing our best to look for you this evening.

Morgana: And we're not gonna rest until we see you in front of us safe and sound, you got that!?

Sae: Don't forget that we're always hear to lend an ear when you need someone to talk to. So please......Don't be afraid to come to us.

Shadow: And if you feel like you need more time to be alone and collect your thoughts, take as much time as you need.

Rouge: That's right. B-But....not too long. The princess is already brought out thr water works-

Peach: FUTABAAAAAA!~ PLEASE BE OKAYYYY!~

Rouge: And Little Miss Bossy Pants has been tapping her foot nonstop, getting all uppity again....

Topaz: Hey, I'm TRYING to get you all out of here before anyone from the high district sees any of you! Do you have an idea how much trouble we'll be in if.....(Continues Scolding Rouge in the Others)

Rouge: See what I a mean? Uptight and bossy.

Topaz: ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!?

Shadow: Guys, seriously. Are we gonna turn this microphone off or what-

Microphone is abruptly cut off.

Yusuke: Well.....That happened. (Turns to See Futuba Laughing Some and Wiping a Single Tear Grom Off her Eyes)

Futuba: (Takes A Deep Breath Before Speaking) Okay. I think we spent quite enough time under here for one night. (Slid her Out of the Covers Before Getting Herself Up Off the Floor) Let's go, Inari.

Yusuke: Ready to leave already?

Futuba: Yeah. (Smiles Brightly) I have friends and family to hug right now.

Bonus

Few Hours Latee, After the Valentine's Day Party Has Ended

Peach: Oh Mario!~ (Opens the Door to her and Mario's Room, Holding a Slice of Cake in a Plastic Plate) I'm back from the party. (Closes the Door Behind Her) And the cake you got me is absolutely scrump.....tious.........

The place starts to slip out from the princess' hands as her eyes and mouth widens at the sight of her loving plumber laying on their bed like a french model, wearing the same silky red attire Bayonetta got for him earlier today, staring at her with his bedroom eyes.

Mario: Welcome home, my princess~ Happy Valentine's Day~

Peach: ......................

Mario: (Suddenly Remembers What He's Suppose to Do Next) Oh! Right. (Picks up a Mini Remote and Uses It to Turn on his Stereo) Now that you're here, I must ask: what is you want to do for the rest of the night. Enjoy the rest of the cake or- (Looks Down at the Slice of Cake Already Down on the Floor) Huh. The cake is on the ground. Guess...... that means you pick me then-

Mario immediately gets pulled into Peach's embrace as the two finally begins to passionately makeout with one another in the comforts of their own room, while the song "Tell Me" by Dru Hill continues to play out in the background all night long.

Happy Early Birthday, Futaba Sakura!!

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[hazbin-college]

Rosie and Alastor lunch date!

Alastor usually ate lunch by himself, often taking the free time to decompress from all the time he had to spend around classmates. Full time classes plus the extra volunteer hours he needed meant way too much time around moving bodies.

But today Rosie had asked him to eat with her. And how could he say no to his favorite classmate. So they were sat together in the cafeteria, chatting quietly in the mostly empty space. The lunch rush had ended a bit ago and most people were either studying or off somewhere more interesting. It was a good time to be in the usually too loud space.

He set his fork down and excused himself from the conversation for a moment to go to the bathroom, Rosie giggling at his formality, he was always a bit too formal in public. The actions part of his ever kept up school persona. It wouldn’t do him any good if he let it slip in such a public setting.

He checked his appearance in the bathroom mirror, fixing his hair a bit back into place before leaving to go back to his table.

However when he got back into view he paused, eyebrows furrowing a bit at the picture in front of him. Some guy was leaning over the table he had just been at, talking at Rosie with a smug look.

The vibe this dude was giving off made his nose wrinkle, he could spot an ass from a mile away. Rosie of course was humoring him just enough to not be rude, ever the picture perfect host she was. He could easily catch her tells though, she was beyond uncomfortable with this guy presumably hitting on her.

Her eyes glanced over and caught sight of Alastor, her smile straining a bit to show her discomfort to him. Her fingers tucked neatly onto her lap twitched a little, a small movement indicating she wanted him to come over to her.

So of course he did, plastering on his best relaxed smile and sauntering back over to the table that had been hijacked

“Alastor! What a surprise to see you here!” Rosie suddenly spoke, standing up from her spot, nudging past the dude heckling her. She slipped easily into the spot next to him, and looped her elbow in place around his, giving his arm a little squeeze. Asking for him to play along “I was just talking to this lovely gentleman, he was inviting me out to dinner tonight. I do believe we already have plans though, dear. Don’t we?” She prompted, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

Alastor’s brain short circuited for all of two seconds. His composure only momentarily lost, before easily putting his front back up and smiling fondly at his friend. Easily keeping the cringe inside his body he had at the kiss “of course! I believe we’re going to see a movie. And then dinner after that? Sorry, but she’ll have to decline your offer” he spoke, directing the last sentence to the intruder in front of them

He didn’t look that intimidating next to Rosie, as they were nearly the same height. However the guy in front of him was a good few inches shorter, and he easily used that to his advantage. Tilting his chin up just slightly so he had to look down at the pest a little more. His schooled expression giving a slightly wider smile, enough to be unsettling. And it did its job, the guy looking visibly uncomfortable

“This your boyfriend or somthin’?” He asked rather rudely, gesturing a sloppily pointed finger towards Alastor.

“He is indeed! It just slipped my mind not to mention him in our previous conversations. You know how it is when you’ve been with someone a long time, occasionally you just forget other’s don’t know!” Her voice remained polite and patient throughout her words, as it usually did. But she was tense against him. He could assume this man has been a consistent problem if its got her out of sorts. So who was he to not play along.

“I think we should probably be off now anyway. We don’t want to forget to grab a snack and a drink for our movie” Alastor had spoken before the guy in front of him had the chance “pleasure to meet you! Maybe I’ll see you again and we can chat longer” he hummed, turning to place his own small kiss onto Rosie’s cheek. Before gently tugging her along to head towards the exit. He didn’t want to keep up this charade any longer than he had to. However the annoyed grumbling behind him did amuse him a little.

Once they were far enough from the building to not chance the same guy seeing them again Rosie pulled her arm from Alastor’s grip, and let out a long sigh “I apologize. He has been a thorn in my side too many times now, and doesn’t seem to know how to take a no unless I’m already claimed by someone” she said, emphasizing her annoyance with an eye roll “really, how hard is it to understand I don’t want to go on a date simply because you aren’t my type” she huffed, before shifting her attention back to her friend, and smiling, clasping her hands together “you did lovely though! And I appreciate you playing along”

Alastor simply gave a shrug “if it gets him off your back I don’t mind. I don’t plan on making a habit out of it though” he said, scrunching his nose a bit. He didn’t like public affection at all, he didn’t want to be touching anyone ever with a public audience “how about next time he bothers you I knock a few of his teeth out” he grinned. Anyone else would have taken that as a fake offer. But Rosie knew better, he absolutely would.

She shook her head with a little exasperated laugh “no, you know I don’t like you fighting. I’m sure I can handle it the next time he comes around again. Hopefully that little show will keep his sights off me for a bit” she smiled, nudging Alastor with her elbow “could I persuade you into turning that movie date idea into something real? I’ve been dying to go to the theater again” her tone was a tad teasing, but in the loving way he knew.

He gave a contemplative hum, tapping his chin with a finger “I suppose I’d be okay with seeing something, but you have to pay” he shot back. And Rosie gave a little laugh, nodding. That was him bluffing, she knew he was far too much of a gentleman to ever make her pay. She would of course if given the option. But he liked to buy her things. One of the few ways he could expression his appreciation for her.

So they were off together to buy snacks and catch a movie. The previous altercation all but forgotten now.

[lssugaluv]

Getting your toes done.

Tokyo Revengers x female reader. 

Various characters from Tokyo Revengers. 

Synopsis; The TR boys love to spoil you, especially knowing that you don’t ask much from them. They do love however, knowing that you enjoy getting pedicures, and being able to choose the color for you. 

Characters: Mikey, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Draken, Kazutora. 

Contains: Cuteness, fluff, FR being spoiled, pampering, small feet fettish (nothing weird lol), boyfriend, small mentions of jealousy, minor cuss words.

Thoughts by me: I haven’t wrote much about the TR boys, so I thought this would be a cute little way to write about. :) Please enjoy, like, follow & share. 

Masterlist: Lssugaluv’s masterlist.

𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕪: 

He loves to spoil you. You are very special to him and this man will do anything to see his favorite smile on your beautiful face. 

“I think its time to get your toes done princess.” He randomly says after he picks you up from school. You laugh, knowing how much he loves to pamper you. When you try to deny his requests, he gets sad so now you go along with him, knowing that is what makes him happy. You agree and he takes you straight to the nail salon. 

“I will wait for you right here, I am not going anywhere okay?” He grabs your hand and gives it a small peck. “Oh, and please get them a baby pink, that color will look gorgeous on you.” You smile and agree with him.

Finally finished, he has you sit on his motorcycle, where he lifts your right leg up to his waist to get a closer look on your toes. “Wow, they look great princess. See, I know what suits you best.” He gives you an eye closed smile. He then sits in the front of the motorcycle ready to leave when you reach in to give him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you Mikey.” 

𝕄𝕚𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕪𝕒: 

Your boyfriend Mitsuya has an eye for fashion. I mean, he designs clothing in the sewing club at your high school. Mitsuya not only designs for Toman, but also for you. Today, he finally finished a 3 week long project that was meant only for you.

It was a a vintage style cotton core sage green dress that was meant for a picnic date with you. It was knee length, and long sleeve. He also bought you cute sandals that matched the dress that were gold.

He waited for you at the gate of your school with a cute paper brown gift bag in his hand. “Open it when you get home.” As soon as he drops you off, you decide to open it in front of him and he was happy you did because of the adorable reaction coming from you. “Wow! It’s beautifully made. I can’t believe you made this dress for me.” You reach in to kiss him on the cheek and he couldn’t help but look away as he became a blushing mess. “We’re going on a picnic date on Saturday. I just need one more thing for the finishing touch.” You look curiously at him as your head turns to the side.

“Please get your toes done babe. I’ll pay for them, but please get them white.” He still blushes as he says this.

You meet him at the park, where everything was nicely set up. You were greeted by your boyfriend by him picking you up, swirling you around as you laughed. “You look gorgeous baby. The dress looks nice, just like I have imagined.” He then looks down to see your white toes. “Damn! Even your feet look great.” You laugh as you reply with, “It is all thanks to the amazing, handsome boyfriend I have.” You reach in to give him a kiss on his lips, his favorite form of thank you’s from you.

ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕪𝕦: 

Chifuyu loves to see you happy. He can show a macho persona to show guys not to mess with him, but when it comes to you, he’s very lovable. He loves to spoil you, take you out for ramen dates, ice cream dates, smother you in kisses, and just be with you.

You ask him to go with you to the nail salon to get a pedicure, which he doesn’t refuse. He sits with you on the side, talking randomness having fun being there with you while firmly holding onto your hand.

You always love having him pick the color you should get your toes. “Get them red if you’ll like.” You instantly choose the color red for the color book and right away get them painted.

Chifuyu gets a call and steps outside. It wasn’t until he hung up that there was a group of guys that he once had beaten up. “Mr. Tough guy is out here being a little bitch getting his nails done.” Obviously this irked his blood, to where he had to teach them another lesson.

He comes back just in time when your toes were finished. “Wow y/n, they look very nice. It goes with you.” He has a huge smile on his face. You’re face was in shock, seeing that your boyfriend came in looking like a hot mess. Once you stepped out, your questions were answered. “They made fun of me being here with you… well anyways let’s go baby.”

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟: 

Draken was a very conservative guy. He never really shows much emotion to begin with. But when it comes to you, even though he is very to himself, it’s his little actions that mean the most to you.

Even tho he doesn’t go to school, every morning he waits for you at your front door steps. He makes sure to take you to school and also waits for you at the entrance gates to pick you up and take you home. To him, every moment he can spend with you means everything.

One thing about him is, he loves you matching with him. He normally wears black and white clothes, and he likes you wearing similar colors to that. He loves to see both your nails and toes done as well.

He takes you every two weeks to the nail salon to get your monthly pampering done. Without you asking, he always makes sure to tell the nail artist what to do for you. And he always makes sure it’s a women, not a man.

The last time a man gave you a pedicure, he almost lost his shit. Especially after the man nail artist gave you a massage and his hand was slowly creeping up to your thigh, well according to Draken. He had you instantly switch artists that day.

“Make sure they’re black please. Both toes and nails.”

Every time you’re finished, he likes to take you out on a small date just to see them. He loves to hold on to your hand and without you noticing (or that’s what he believes) he likes to look at them every minute or so. Anything to make his girl happy makes him happy.

𝕂𝕒𝕫𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕒: 

Something about seeing your toes in neon colors make Kazutora go crazy. He did not know what it was, which he may have believe it was a growing foot fetish. He is not the type to go buy foot pics or kiss your toes, he was more of the type to tickle your feet or caress your toes.

After school, you messaged him saying you will go over a little later than usual. Once going to the salon, you asked for a neon yellow this time. “I wonder why you always get neons y/n. Is it for a special someone?” Your nails artist curiously asks as she was soaking your feet. “Something like that.” You blush and nervously look away.

Once finished, you make your way to Kazutora’s home. He opened the door and invited you in. “Let’s watch our favorite show for the night, I have snacks.” He says as he sits on the couch. You ask to lay down, having your feet purposely laying on his thighs. It took 10 min for him to look down at your feet, especially because his eyes were glued to the tv.

He began to play with your toes unconsciously until he looks down to see them. “Oh, someone got her toes done… they look great! You got them neon yellow!” He says in an excited tone. “You always choose the colors I like, I love that.”

[thewriterg]

❆ Advent Calendar

There are; 15 days until Christmas. Happy Holidays Writers!

❆ advent calendar day 1; flannels and cowboy boots | Tom Holland You and your boyfriend Tom don’t get a lot of alone time when it comes to public outings especially when It comes to the press. But Tom will alway step the extra mile to make you happy

❆ advent calendar day 2; peppermint kisses | Darry Curtis Darry asked you to watch over the house while he was gone latter than usual for work he didn’t expect for both to share the night with wrapping paper, tape, and candy canes

❆ advent calendar day 3; the grinch | Steve Harrington You weren’t one to put your all into holiday day spirit hell you barely put anything into holiday spirit but your boyfriend Steve is hellbent on breaking you out of your ‘grinch persona’

❆ advent calendar day 4; snow angel | Steve Rodgers & Bucky Barnes You were Bucky and Steve’s whole word but they couldn’t keep you from crashing down like the old times, while fading away in the battlefield that you singlehandedly owned in the platinum white icy snow forever their snow Angel.

❆ advent calendar day 5; gumdrop buttons | JJpope You, Pope, and JJ stay the night in and have a gingerbread house contest even if you didn’t win being surrounded by the embrace of your lovers was enough to make your night

❆ advent calendar day 6; airlines pastime | Spencer Reid You usually kept quiet in a lot of situations so everyone knew to steer and let Spencer do his job when you started to get irritable at the fact your holiday leave was cut short but in the end he does what a doctor does best make it all better

❆ advent calendar day 7; smell of salty snow | Jess Mariano One of the many things Jess didn’t expect in the ungodly hour of the night was for you to be waking him up out of his sleep about ‘the smell is snow’ when it wasn’t even supposed to even start flurrying for another four weeks.Right?

❆ advent calendar day 8; mommy’s home! | Peter Parker You were on a mission and Peter’s heart broke when he had to tell your kids that you probably wouldn’t be making it home for Christmas as planned but a little bit of sweat, blood, tears, and hurting Nick Furry’s dignity you have a surprise in store

❆ advent calendar day 9; rescue shelter | The outsiders Coming back from your outing never did your boyfriend expect you to come home with a gift that needed receiving than giving

❆ advent calendar day 10; naughty or nice | Wanda Maximoff Wanda had been teasing you all night and your patience was beyond thin with the witch so you get a little revenge and give her a punishment early when she steps a little too close with a toaster

❆ advent calendar day; 11 little minx | Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker Getting ready with your little ones was usually some of the most peaceful times of the day but there’s a little something that Peter wants today that puts a heartwarming bump into your routine, Wanda is very wired to show her excitement

[clevereverest]

Newsiestober Day 13 - Baking

- Race (POV) & Albert

- I posted the full story here (/safe) on my AO3! Enjoy this little 450+ word snippet :)

(Please imagine this post’s date says Oct. 13, I did not miss the time changing at midnight, no sir)

@newsiestober2023

———

It’s October, specifically Friday the 13th. The perfect time for spooky activities, like watching scary movies, messing around with a Ouija board, enjoying haunted locations and screaming with your friends.

But no.

Race and Albert are baking instead.

See, it’s all Albert’s fault. He gets scared stupidly easily (despite his usually chill persona) and so refused to do any of the aforementioned spooky things Race suggested. Race, on the other hand, would have loved to do that stuff. He could have gotten Spot involved, since he also likes scary stuff, and left Albert with his boyfriend.

But no.

Spot and Finch made plans together ahead of time, leaving Race with Albert. Not unlike parents leaving their children for a few hours unsupervised, Spot and Finch left their chaotic boyfriends for the evening with the guarantee the house would remain standing by the time they returned. And honestly? They deserved the time away after all the shit they put up with.

So yeah. Race and Albert were baking on Friday the 13th.

Race took point on what exactly they’d be baking — he had a master plan. Earlier in the week, he went to a family member’s house and picked up a cookbook with some seasonal recipes he recalled liking. Today, the sun had set around half past six, Albert was dropped off by Finch, who took Spot and left two of the most unhinged best friends alone.

“You ready to see the cookbook we’ll be using?” Race asked after they’d moved into the kitchen. He was grinning, but he couldn’t help it — the anticipation was killing him.

Albert cracked his knuckles, returning the same grin. “Hell yeah.”

Ever the dramatic, Race slowly stepped back, grabbed the book from its hiding spot, and then brandished it in front of him. “Ta-da!”

At first, Albert looked excited. Upon further inspection, his expression faltered. “What the hell is that?”

“The cookbook,” Race quipped cheerily.

“I know that, smartass,” Albert shot back defensively. He gestured at the book. “Why does it look like a witch’s tome of spells?”

“For the vibes,” Race explained like it was the simplest concept in the world.

“Uh-huh…” Albert trailed off, warily eyeing the book. “Are the ‘vibes’ going to summon a demon or something?”

“The vibes are only going to get us some delicious Halloween snacks, so no, it’s not —”

Race paused, considering for a moment. Albert sent him a very pointed look in that same break that Race went to a great length to ignore. He didn’t really think anything would happen. Sure, the relative he loaned this off of was a little strange at times — talking of magic and actually, demons, too — but that doesn’t mean Race and Albert would summon one.

…Right?

Yeah, no, it’d be fine.

———

Check out the link at the top of the post for the rest of the story! :)

[phanfictioncatalogue]

(TW) Homeless AU (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

A Change in the Weather (ao3) - krissyxlove

Summary: Nobody cares and the world has forgotten about me.

Those words were messily sketched and displayed in front of a young homeless man named Dan. Typically, for Dan, those words were true. What happens though when a chance of fate brings a young, successful, weatherman to him?

Nobody cares and the world has forgotten about me.

Typically, those words remained true. Today however, those words would be eaten.

Babyface (ao3) - Phandabbydosey

Summary: (TW) Phil’s brother runs one of the most infamous underground pornography rings in London. Convinced they are saving people from suffering on the streets, Phil chooses to ignore the illegality of the operation. But then Daniel Howell, who looks much younger than eighteen, is recruited and Phil starts to question how much good they’re really doing.

Guardian (ao3) - yaymikeyway

Summary: When Phil turns 16 he is forced to leave his home and live on the streets. While finishing what would be his last year in high school, 11th grade, he notices the new boy in his school.

In Spite of it All (ao3) - dannihowell (anotherdaughter)

Summary: When their daughter returns home after 18 months on the streets, Dan and Phil have a few tough decisions to make.

Make Me Feel Like Someone Else (ao3) - Sinncity

Summary: Dan gets kicked out of home for admitting his gay and runs into a guy called Phil, who doesn’t have it in him to let Dan stay on the streets.

His strong persona is gone, broken into a million pieces and it feels like all of him is shattered. “They kicked me out.”

Phil doesn’t have it in him to walk away now.

Phil and the Leather Tramp (ao3) - CanDanAndPhilNot (enbycalhoun)

Summary: Phil had always wanted to travel the world, so after he turns 18 and inherits his part of the Lester fortune, that's exactly what he does. After he has seen everything Europe has to offer he sets his sights on the United States, but a city in northern Colorado sucks him into it's rich culture. Boulder has it's hold on Phil and he can't seem to leave even after spending two years in his homey flat, that is until he meets a street traveler named Dan. Could this filthy, sarcastic, keyboard playing leather tramp give Phil a reason to leave, or will he be just another dirty kid passing through the life he's built at the base of the Rockies?

Rules and Roses (ao3) - Phandiction

Summary: Dan is homeless and has been on a waiting list for a volunteer to take him in until he can get back on is feet. The time finally comes. But his volunteer, Phil Lester, is more than he could have ever hoped for. And living with him and his troublesome boyfriend sparks unexpected drama

The Black Cat - jilliancares

Summary: In which Dan Howell is gay, homeless, and also part cat, and Phil Lester is the nicest stranger ever.

The Business Man (ao3) - gaywizard

Summary: Dan is homeless, and everyday Business!Phil walks past in his fancy suits. The have never talked until one day Phil walks past and farts, and Dan can’t help but laugh.

To Catch A Dream (ao3) - Phandiction

Summary: Phil is kicked out of the house by his girlfriend after making a horrible but necessary mistake. He has nowhere to go, limited funds, and finds Dan, a homeless twenty year old that he unexpectedly connects with on a deeper level. They have more in common that he could have ever imagined.

Unfounded Trust (ao3) - MaeTaurus

Summary: Omega!Dan finds himself alone on the streets during his first heat but luckily, Alpha!Phil comes along and offers him safety.

You’re Such a Pretty Kitty (ao3) - PhanWriter2000

Summary: Phil finds an adorable homeless neko. Phil gives him a name and a home. Can this simple act of kindness turn into the best thing Phil could ever imagine.