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hybridirl · 5 months

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missed you.

18+ only, please!

abby x f!reader

minor(?) spoiler in author note

a/n: hello everypony! i’m star!!! SO IM ALMOST (i am done as of 1/22/24. started this fanfic b4 this quick note) DONE WITH THE LAST OF US 2 AND GOOODD FUUUCKKKKK!ING DAAAMMIIITTTT!!! abby so obviously has comphet idk WHY THE FUCK she slept with owen. that scene was CRAZY but we did in fact get boob shot so i am kind of satisfied. not only that RIGHT WHEN HE STARTED GOING AT IT MY FUCKING DAD WALKED IN?? i literally JAMMED my thumb against the pause button i thought i broke the goddamn controller. me and my cousin were shocked (she was watching me play). but i, of course, am the master of hiding such things so it was easy. thank FUCK the pause screen goes dark because oh my god it was so obvious.

brief summary: your girlfriend, abby, is back from a mission and you show her just how much you missed her.

tw / kinda fluffy, pet names, use of y/n (maybe idk), cunnilingus (a receiving), slight head crushing, scissoring, established relationship w abby

intentional lowercase. not proofread, probably won’t ever be proofread.

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“abby!” you waved her over and watched as the muscular woman made her way to you. you were sat at the lunch hall, at your own little table everyone called practically yours.

“baby,” she greeted with that warm smile she tends to put on for you. it was exciting. you hadn’t seen abby in days and now she’s finally back from her mission. she wrapped her arm around you tight as she plopped into the space next to you.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t come,” you whispered into abby’s neck while leaning into her. “isaac is so mean to me.” abby chuckled and rubbed your shoulder with a large hand.

“all good.” she squeezed you closer, smooshing your smaller frame against her side. you wrapped an arm around her and buried yourself into her to feel her closeness. “missed you, sweetpea.” her voice tickled your scalp; a hum full of content left your throat in response while your nose nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

“missed you, too, abby,” you sighed in a hushed tone, your fingers coiling around hers. you looked up at her, your eyelids finding themselves fluttering at her loving gaze. you spoke, “wanna show you how much,” and you watched as corner of her mouth twitched up; she eyed you with almost-amused eyes.

it was routine: long mission, come home, make love. this was just part of the process.

“oh, yeah?” she started, “and how are you gonna do that?” she teased you slightly, but her eyes showed her knowing. you huffed a little at this coy act and got up, pulling her along with you.

you guided her across the way, hurriedly traversing hallways and rooms and trying to dodge the kiddos and finally! your room. manny had gotten used to your routine, so he intended to stay away from the room as much as possible for that day — or maybe the next few.

you pushed into the large room, the muscular woman following in suit. she shut the door, locked it, the usual.

“alright, baby,” she purred and picked you up, but your hand slapped lightly against her shoulder.

“put me down,” you huffed, “said i wanna show you. not you show me.” abby smirked that smirk and put you down. your arms wrapped around her neck, a small pout playing at your lips.

“a—h, i see,” abby replied with a hand to run down your side. it stopped at your hip, squeezing the flesh that rested there. “gonna worship me t’night, sweetpea?” she let out a little chuckle before stepping away from you and down the small steps, finding her bed. she nodded her head to you, practically beckoning you over. it’s the best you’re gonna get — abby doesn’t beg.

you followed the quiet order, doing what you do best for her. you didn’t kneel yet, but you did bend over to find the button of her jeans.

“off,” you muttered while your fingers fumbled with the easy task. she pushed a hand away, allowing herself to tug her jeans and boxers off. what it revealed to you always froze you for just a second: her vulva. it was trimmed, blonde, and her pubic hair was straight. you looked up at her as if asking for permission, which she of course gave by sinking deeper into the bed, her hips nudging toward you.

you gently pushed her shoulders down before finally kneeling at the bed, appreciating the beauty that was emanating such heat.

it was slightly pinker, and it glistened with desire. her outer labia was slightly puffy; you allowed your index and middle finger to gently spread it, showing her clenching hole to your hungry eyes. her clit was already protruding from its hood, hard and throbbing for friction.

your eyes flickered to hers for just a second before your mouth opened, your tongue slipping out and dipping just slightly into her wet darkness before guiding itself up right to the raw of her clit. her hips rolled in response and she thoroughly adjusted her body, her hands pulling against the back of your head.

the soft, low moans she made always did it for you. it was the encouragement you didn’t know you needed until it happened. it was almost angelic.

your lips enveloped the small bud, gently sucking it while your tongue flicked against the top of her clit.

“f—uck,” she moaned deeply, pulling your head closer to her drooling cunt. your arms wrapped on the underside of her thighs, folding and stopping at the top of her thighs. your hands continued to spread your legs whilst they desperately tried shutting. “keep working that damn tongue.” upon that request, your tongue swirled across her clit, up down left right and over and under and oh, my. those moans. whimpers and whines left her throat, unable to vocalize anything more.

“abby,” you sighed into her heat and let your tongue slurp up her desire. “y’taste so good.” you kissed at her clit, then moved down, slipping your tongue into her while your nose bumped her clit.

“keep going, baby, i’m almost there,” she moaned out whilst her hands reached toward your hair to pull you deeper. with your face smooshing against her cunt, her thighs shut tightly around your head. “yes, god, fuck…”

your mouth was relentless, even as she tipped over the edge; her clit throbbed and her vagina clenched around your tongue. you lapped it all up, of course, needing to taste her sweet n’ salty need. your hands reached up and underneath her shirt, caressing her chest and pinching at her nipples as she came; it only intensified the grip on your hair and the clenching of her thighs against your head.

your mouth dripped with slick, a sign of your hunger as she tugged your head away.

“abby,” you breathed, removing your clothes in the process. the thin string of your own slick connected you to your underwear as you tugged them down. she made way for you, scooting deeper into the bed as you climbed on. you sighed out a quick “fuck” before bringing your pussy down on hers.

“grind that pussy,” she growled deeply, her hands gripping your hips. “fuck.” her hands guided your movements, heavy and powerful rocks against each other.

“abby, please,” you groaned, your hand meeting your own breast to tweak your nipples. the other hand rested on abby’s thigh, keeping it spread for you to continue your work against her.

it hadn’t taken long for you, the sensations so powerful as your buds rubbed together. you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth until you were sure it was about to bleed, and your stomach became a knot.

“i’m about to-“ you started, but abby hushed you quickly.

“i know, baby, cum on me,” she purred out, “cum on my pussy, sweetheart, cum on my pussy.” and as if she had some control over your body, you came by her command. she followed in suit, your moans intermixing and your bodies convulsing. you leaned down to kiss her, holding her head close to yours as your lips danced and tongues tangled.

“i missed you,” you said softly to her after catching your breath, kissing her cheek and down her jaw. her large arms wrapped around your body, pulling you close to her while you gently kissed at her face. with a soft smile, she returned the favor with a few kisses on your chin and the corner of your lips.

“i missed you, too.”

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tmntxthings · 10 months

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∑一 Do You Realize?・゜・。

author’s notes: idk what to say & also idk what i wrote, i was floating during this XD but we post anyhow

warnings: fluff, slice of life, flirt, cursing? unedited asf, suggestive perhaps??? if you squint?? or maybe like peanut butter a lot???

song: “ Do You Realize?? by The Flaming Lips ”

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Michelangelo was quiet as he ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Though it was more peanut butter than jelly. Which really may have been even more disturbing than the silence. Who in their right mind liked the way it got stuck in the roof of their mouth?

“…”

You munched on your own sandwich. A proportionate amount of pb and j on either bread slice. After swallowing you decided to speak up.

“What?”

His response was immediate after a blink or two.

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Yeah but I know you’ve got something to say,”

He goes back to that odd quietness again. His fingers squeezing onto the sandwich too tightly. Peanut butter getting all over his hands. Well. Even more so than before. Truthfully he had been sticking his fingers in the jar to eat it raw earlier.

“…it’s weird.”

A teasing tone came from your voice as you nudged your shoulder with his.

“Can’t be weirder than eating peanut butter with your fingers.”

“Hey!” An offended lilt heard from Mikey. But it couldn’t be helped!

“Just kidding..” “Mostly..” You offered as a compromise. His head tilted from side to side, seeming to let it go in favor of the initial conversation.

“Well, I was just thinking about how we’re all gonna die one day.” Now you hadn’t been expecting that. Not at all. Mikey had his weird quips. But this was darker than most! You wondered if his favorite pizza place had been demolished again offhandedly before saying the first word that came to your mind.

“Oh?” But it didn’t stop there!

“And that, I’d just hope you’d be around when it happens for me.”

Now that was just too much. It was sad. It was sweet. It was all wrapped up in emotions that had you looking Mikey in the eyes, pb fingers and all and giving him a small smile.

“Damn..” Again you were at a lack of words here. You wished you could say more. In fact you should’ve just said, ‘same’ or ‘me too Mikey’ or anything other than something so meaningless.

“Yeah, weird right?” He didn’t seem put off by your lack of response. His eyes had met yours, returning the smile before looking back down at his food. Taking another bite.

“A little, but not the strangest thing ever.” Which was true. You had to endure Leo after all. And he said random shit all the time. Though not as philosophical. Maybe Donnie would be closer to this category.

“Also!” Mikey spoke up around his bite.

“Oh there’s more?” You pop the last bite into your mouth. Dusting off the crumbs on your fingers on the paper plate below. Reaching for the bottle of water that had sat untouched since the two of you had sat down for the midnight snack.

“Yeah! I was also thinking about how life goes by super fast, and all the good moments too, it’s the bad ones that tend to drag out. I just wonder why that is.” This was longer, and even more confusing than the first.

“Hmm” Your eyebrows went together, thinking of what to say. Holding off for longer than before. But your mind was still blank. The thoughts weren’t weird, in fact you felt they were true. But..“I couldn’t even begin to try and pretend that I know the answer,”

“Yeah,” Mikey sighed in agreement. It was something he couldn’t answer too.

“And another thing!”

It seemed Mikey was on a roll tonight. You propped your elbow up on the table. Letting your hand cup your cheek as you leaned into it. Pushing the paper plate away from underneath you. “Mhm?” You listened intently. Well you thought you had been. Because you got some words but not the others as you watched his eyes rather than his lips.

You caught words like, “face” “happiness” “realize” It all didn’t really make much sense. But his eyes, the way they lighted up as you paid attention. It was so endearing. Unlike the rest of him that was green and orange, and okay he had splashes of other colors with his stickers too. But his eyes. They held a mixture of such a striking red and a mellow amber. It was far from anything you had ever seen, much like the turtle himself. Entrancing.

“You didn’t hear a word I just said did you?” He mused. And you were caught red handed as you sheepishly tried to play it off, listing the words you did catch with a bit of embarrassment. “Well that just won’t do, listen close okay?” Mikey said and his hands went up as if to cup your face, but he still had peanut butter covering them so instead you held onto his wrists, nodding in confirmation.

“Do you realize that you have the most beautiful smile? The one when your especially happy?” You squeezed his wrists, giving him a rueful expression. Was he being serious? Of course he was! He was smiling at your bashfulness, but nothing in his stare said he was playing you. “Thanks for enlightening me,” you say, though the blush can’t be helped.

“Your welcome!” And he had the audacity to wink as he took one peanut butter covered finger and stuck it in his mouth. You blinked. How could he go from borderline flirting to— to?!? Whatever he was doing now??? Eating obliviously?? It was times like these where you wondered. The lower half of your face hidden behind a hand pressed against your mouth. Trying to cover that embarrassingly bright blush. You wondered if Mikey actually did know what he was doing, and he was just a damn good actor at pretending not to know.

As you recomposed yourself, lost in thoughts like those. You didn’t pay any mind to Mikey turning slightly to the side and winking at no one in particular.

Yeah he knew. And yeah he does it on purpose.

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Heart First (Phillip Graves x Reader)࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

More of me pushing the cowboy country graves agenda, I guess this is an AU? idk tho if I'm using that correctly. This is my magnum opus, I have never written something as detailed as this

based on Heartfirst by Kelsea Ballerini

fem! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: soso much fluff, swearing, pet names, tad cheesy

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The cafe was busy with regulars pushing in and out of doors grabbing their coffees before heading to work. You waited off to the side for your drink as the smell of fresh coffee saturated the air.

“Iced latte to-go” the barista shouted out your order, sliding it across the counter. Before you could even grab it, someone else beat you to it. The man grabbed the coffee and popped a straw into the lid.

“Excuse me, sorry” you approached the blonde man, “I think that’s my drink”, you pointed to the coffee sitting comfortably in his hands.

“Sorry about that doll, but I’m in a bit of a rush and I ordered the exact same thing, so go ‘head and you can have mine when it comes out, yeah?”, he winked as he headed out of the door.

“What the hell?” your hands dropped to your sides with a sigh as the blonde disappeared onto the street. Another 5 minutes passed before the barista finally called out another iced latte allowing you to head home to visit your parents.

It had been years since you had visited, life had gotten busy and you hadn't gotten a chance to get home. Your parents had recently gotten a small little farm in Texas, some horses, and land. A smile crept across your face as you pulled up the gravel driveway, your parents waiting on the porch waving at you.

You jumped out of the car, grabbing your bags, “Mom, Dad, I missed you guys,” setting your bags down and pulling them both in for a hug.

“Oh, honey, we missed you,” your mom squeezed you extra tight,

“Thought you’d never come home dear”, your dad chuckled as he rubbed the top of your head.

“Sorry, it took me so long to get down here, been busy”, your parents ushered you into the house, taking your bags for you, “How’s the new farm been doing?”

“Oh good, we hired this handsome boy to help with the horses, your dad is getting old he can't be out there every day you know,"

“I am not getting old, just tired that’s all,"

“Who’s the boy?” interjecting to your parents' bickering

“Oh what’s his name," your mom patted your dad’s arm trying to recall the name

“Phillip Graves dear,”

“Yes, Graves, what an odd name,”

“Well, he’s military maybe that’s why honey,”

“I forgot about that, what did he do again?”

“Mom- is he here now?”

“I think so honey, he got here earlier, he’s been so helpful in the barn," your mom gushed, “Go ahead and go introduce yourself,”

“Okay then, I’ll be right back,” you headed out the back door, down the path leading toward the barn.

Entering the barn you saw the back of a blonde, cowboy hat sitting atop his head. He was tending to one of the horses, brushing through its mane.

“You must be Phillip Graves,"

He turned around to face you, and it hit you. He was the same blonde from the coffee shop, the same one who stole your coffee.

“You-”

“I remember you,” he pointed a finger in your direction, “Girl from the coffee shop, you ever get that latte?”

“Yeah, no thanks to you," faking a frown and crossing your arms as you looked at him

“Oh don't be like that doll," he smiled and tipped his hat at you. He slowly began to saunter across the barn to you. “So what do I owe the pleasure? You follow me here all the way from the coffee shop?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, cowboy, I’m visiting my parents,”

“Parents? Your folks own this place?”

“Don’t look so shocked there," you began to walk towards him, meeting in the center of the barn.

“Didn’t expect a girl like you to have parents who had a farm that’s all,” he stuffed his hands in his front pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. He sported blue jeans that were covered in light dust from the horses. On top, he wore a tight black t-shirt that displayed his arms perfectly. The thing you weren't expecting was how handsome he was, he had a chiseled face, blue eyes, fluffy blonde hair that peeked out under the tan cowboy hat, and a scar that stretched down his cheek.

“A girl like me huh?”, you laughed to yourself

“I'm surprised you're in a barn, don't want you to break a nail do we, princess?”

“Oh c’mon now, Phillip was it? I would hate to see you lose this lovely job with my parents,”

“Now we don't need to jump to that now do we? Let me take you on a ride yeah? Prove to me you aren't a city girl,”

“I’ll take you up on that offer,"

Phillip wandered over towards the horse he was tending earlier, slipping on its reins and getting the saddle prepared. He led the horse out of the stable and outside the barn, “You comin’ doll?”, you jogged quickly over towards Graves and the horse. “Go ‘head hop on up,” he steadied the horse.

“No way in hell, you’re gonna have to help me up,"

“Okay city girl, don’t worry, how bout I pull you up instead?” before you could answer he hoisted himself up on the horse, and stuck his hand out for you. “I gotcha don’t worry”, grabbing his hand you pulled yourself up as he held on tightly making sure you didn't fall

“That wasn't so hard now was it '' he laughed as he looked back at you.

“Whatever Graves,"

“You ready city girl?”, you nodded, “You better hold on back there, don't want you fallin’ off, what would I tell your folks if I lost ya?”

“Enough talking cowboy let’s go, "your hands wrapped around his waist as he clicked his tongue signaling the horse to go. The sudden movement caused you to tighten your grip around his waist, pulling yourself closer to the blonde. He led the horse through the field behind the barn, maneuvering through creeks and faded trails in the woods.

“Where are we going?”

“Don’t you worry I got it handled, you just focus on holdin’ on back there," he clicked his tongue again causing the horse to speed up.

After a few more minutes of riding around, Phillip slowed the horse at the top of a hill. He eventually hopped down, then held his hand out for you, helping you off the horse.

“You did well city girl, surprised me," he nudged your shoulder as the pair of you walked up the hill, Phillip guiding the horse with the reins in one hand.

“Glad I could surprise you, cowboy, I’m still pissed about that coffee though,”

“How about this,” he stopped looking at you, “Next one's on me,”

“I’d like that," you smiled back at him before looking around. The sun had begun to set, casting a golden hue around you and the blonde. “Where are we, Phillip?”

“Just this lookout point I found one day, thought I’d take ya out here. They don’t have views like this in the city do they?”

“You’re right, they don't”, you sighed as you walked toward the cliff edge, “What brought you to Texas, Phillip Graves?” you sat on the ground as he tied up the horse to a tree branch.

“Always been a Texas boy, just found my way back not too long ago”, he walked over and sat down next to you, “I used to be military, CEO of Shadow Company,”

“What happened? If you don’t mind me asking,”

“Ahh, I think that's a story for another time but it was time for me to go,” he sighed looking out into the distance before turning to face you, “Why’d you leave Texas?”

“A new life, new job, new scenery,” you leaned back on your hands, taking in the view.

“Understandable, nothin’ beats this though huh?” the sun had set completely and the moon and stars now littered the sky. He copied your movement leaning back on his hands, placing his hand on top of yours. “You want to come back to mine?”

The voice in your head telling you to slow down and be realistic but tonight you put your heart first.

“I would like that yeah,” he grabbed your hand helping you up and back on the horse as the two of you rode to his house.

“My parents won't mind about the horse?”

“I got you with me don't I? And to answer that no, as long as she’s back in the mornin’ they don’t mind”, he laughed as he threw you a wink. Luckily Phillip had his own stables where the house stayed for the night.

Graves unlocked the front door letting you in first, “Make yourself at home, you need anythin’ doll? A water?”

“No I’m good thank you,” you smiled sweetly, “I hate to damper the night but I am so beyond tired from traveling all day and some crazy guy stole my coffee, so-,”

“What kinda crazy person steals a coffee? And we can head to bed, don’t worry ‘bout it”, he led you through the hallway to the master bedroom. “You need pajamas don’t ya?”

“Yes please oh my god, I wasn't prepared to sleep in jeans,”

Phillip laughed as he dug through a drawer pulling out a cotton t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, “Hope these work alright”, he smiled handing them to you, “Bathroom is through those doors so you can change,”

“Thank you,” you returned the smile before walking into the bathroom and slipping on the shirt and sweats, both fitting comfortably oversized. When you walked back into the bedroom Phillip was shirtless and in his boxers, his form of pajamas.

“Think my clothes look better on you than me doll”, he laughed as you posed in the new outfit you dawned. Phillips walked towards the bed pulling back the covers before slipping in.

“Come on in”, he pulled back the sheets on the other side of the bed, allowing you to jump in next to him. His hand wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him as he lay behind you.

“You aren't too bad city girl, you know that?”

“You aren't too bad yourself cowboy,” a small blush crept across your cheeks, lucky for you it was dark and he wouldn't be able to see.

“Goodnight darlin’, I’ll treat you to that coffee in the mornin’,”

“Goodnight Phillip Graves,” as your eyes closed you could only think about how it would feel to wake up in his t-shirt in the morning.

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disclaimer I didn't proofread this, I will in the morning when I'm not sleep-deprived, also ignore the rushed ending I got sleepy

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softer-sunny · 1 year

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Chaotic Rex tickle headcanons bc I’ve got him on the brain

Rex is a moderately ticklish person. It isn’t to a ridiculous level but he’s definitely got sweet spots and he sees tickling as like. A fun game.

One of those sweet spots is his sides. And he’s totally week to anyone squeezing them.

IDK WHY BUT HE GIVES ME BEING WEAK TO ANY SORT OF SQUEEZING OR KNEADING TO HIS STOMACH I CANT EXPLAIN IT’S JUST THE VIBES

The lower tummy area gets him to snort I don’t make the rules (I do)

His laugh is just so… warm and comforting and every single time Cody hears it he just has to smile so big because that sound is so good.

Rex goads Cody into tickling him by being a little shit. Because Cody needs to play around more and Rex loooooooves being a menace to his brother.

Cody sits on his back sometimes and absolutely goes to town and just smiles and teases while Rex CACKLES he’s evil I love him

When the twins come into the picture they tend to gang up on him but he also sometimes maybe let’s them win because they tend to get really excited about it when they do and he’s a sucker for that

Rex wrestles with the twins a lot and almost always ‘cheats’ by tickling them to get the upper hand. (Even though he doesn’t have to cheat to take them down)

He’s a menace and does the whole “what’re you laughing for? What’s so funny???” Routine when he’s tickling someone. Here I repeat: menace.

sneAKS HIS HANDS UNDER BLANKETS TO TICKLE HIS BROTHERS BC IT MAKES THEM EXTRA SQUIRMY HE IS EVIL

Rex has the absolute genius idea one day to get the dominos to help him take down Cody and it is probably the most adorable thing he’s ever witnessed

It turns into a free for all because Cody is simply too good at tickle fights and it gets them all to turn against each other it’s so unfair

Wait okay I have this really wholesome image of Echo having a tough day and just crawling into Rex’s bed for some comfort while Rex reads or does paperwork. And once he realizes Echo is upset and doesn’t really want to talk about it he just gently traces on tickle spots to get him to smile. After Echo has giggled himself out Rex throws an arm around him and cuddles him and my heart literally can’t handle that it’s too much. I need to WRITE THAT OMFG

Fives keeps trying to sneak attack Rex but… cmon. The captain always knows he’s being followed it never works and consistently ends up with Fives being the one laughing his head off

Rex is super playful about it and he thinks it’s fun to shed the serious professional captain image every now and again and that is the hill I will die on

#idek what to tag this #star wars tickle #captain rex tickle #🙃 wait I’ve forgotten how to tag things #anyway I’ve got rex on the brain and now I’ve got CODY on the brain #and now I want to wriiiiiiite #I have to finish the one I’ve got in the drafts rn but then it’s go time #I’m running on like three hours of sleep I’m so sorry

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safetycar-restart · 2 years

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i’m back 🌱 honestly forgot my password to tumblr tbh, but lemme give you smthn i thought about before i go to sleep (it’s like midnight and i’m tired)

charles + non-verbal safe ‘words’ (gestures) <3

you’ve spoken before about him getting overwhelmed by environments and things that are happening, usually in the garage when it’s loud, or maybe when there’s a lot of press around. but it’s hard sometimes for him to communicate what he’s feeling without feeling embarrassed or stuttering, so you come up with a new technique?

maybe it just starts as charles squeezing your hand when he’s overwhelmed and needs a break from the environment, but then it becomes an actual set of signs and small gestures to signal that he’s uncomfortable.

it takes a little bit of practice, but it’s an easy way for him to subtly communicate across the room when you can’t hold his hand, or when he knows he needs to pay attention to what is happening but can barely focus, and needs your help?

and he ALWAYS gets praises and soft kisses for being a good boy and telling mommy when he feels overwhelmed, and for remembering the signals (which eventually become second nature to him)

🌱 will return with horny soon.

( idk i just wanted to sound ominous )

OH MY GOSH 🌱 ANON WELCOME BACK!! YOU HAVE BEEN MISSED!! These are some absolutely amazing thoughts I am obsessed. And yes please return soon with horny!! We need 🌱 anon horny content again in our lives. Also I’m assuming this is d/s au but let me know if I’m wrong and I’ll write something else :))

Firstly, i think he’d find non verbal gestures easier than actual safe words? He isn’t sure why, but snapping his fingers twice is easier than saying “red”. And of course if it’s easier for Charles, then you’re more than willing to fully endorse it.

Charles is just so thankful to have a Dom that’s willing to adjust things to help him communicate. He genuinely feels so safe now that he can use nonverbal gestures and also use safe words outside of scenes? He’s able to express what he needs all the time and without feeling nearly as much anxiety as before.

I also think that Charles struggles the most in the garage with everyone looking at him and all the cameras pointed to him and all noise. But when he gets overwhelmed, he tends to stutter and mix his languages and struggle to express himself.

You always know he’s overwhelmed when he struggles to express himself, and you don’t need him to express it properly. But he gets even more frustrated with himself if he can’t express himself properly? He actually feels embarrassed about it, because he should be able to tell you what he needs, but he can’t even manage that sometimes.

The nonverbal gestures fix this issue and that’s why they’re so important.

It definitely starts off from Charles squeezing your hand when he feels overwhelmed. He doesn’t even mean to do it the first time. You were sitting next to him in a debrief and he was feeling so small and overwhelmed listening to the strategists drone on and on about how it wasn’t their fault that his race was ruined (it was, it absolutely was). He was already holding your hand (because he adores holding your hand) and then when he started to get too overwhelmed he just started squeezing your hand?

And almost instantly you announced that you were taking Charles out of the debrief, and as the team Dom no one could fight you. Charles was so thankful that you understood and got him out of there.

And so when you sit him down and suggest other nonverbal gestures, he’s just so shocked? He’s never had a Dom that cared so much for him before and he still gets shocked every time you do something like that.

It takes him a few weeks to get the hang of the gestures, and especially to get used to using them subtly. A lot of his gestures can look like him just fidgeting, playing with his hands or opening and closing his fist a few times, etc. If you didn’t know what they meant, you wouldn’t realise they were anything more then just him moving his hands.

Once he gets good at them though, they’re amazing and they really do become second nature. So much so that he finds himself doing them even when you aren’t there?

Like he’s home with his family and you aren’t there (which he isn’t happy about by the way) and his brothers are teasing him in a way that’s getting under his skin a little more than normal and he opens and closes his first three times, which is the signal for you to join the conversation and change the topic.

Except you aren’t there.

He doesn’t even realise he’s done it. He only realises when he gets confused because he expected you to appear and help him, and then he realises he’s made the signal and you aren’t even in the building with him.

Those are the only times he doesn’t like the nonverbal signals.

#d/s au #sub!charles #cl #gn!reader #🌱

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tiredstressedemotionalmess · 1 year

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kinda a silly question; what would the ttid fab fours hand writing be like?

OKAY I ACTUALLY REALLY LIKE THIS QUESTION GDHSGHS i am not good at like. mimicking other styles of handwriting aside from my own so heres my best descriptions:

-ghoul writes BIG, and his letters are pretty sharp and angular (which is why he really had to like. focus and squeeze all his words together on that small as hell piece of glass) and he uses a lot of pressure when he writes. theres a lot of crossing out involved when he writes on paper and shit, regardless of wether or not he has an eraser, and he doesnt give a shit abt proper capitalization so letters will just be capitalized randomly bc thats how his hand decided to move in the moment

- ttid jet Cannot Write 😃 BUT i feel like he definitely has his own system, sort of like a form of shorthand thats a mix of a few basic real words he knows along with different symbols and shit. hes pretty much the only one who can decipher it, though party and kobra know the meanings of some symbols he uses a lot (like car and each of their names). if he could write (idk maybe he caves and lets party and ghoul teach him) his letters would be very loopy and his words would all sort of flow togther. it wouldnt really be proper cursive, but itd be similar, like a version of regular print whatever everythings connected (hes a painter so hed write like he paints, long strokes that flow together well). also hed probably write fairly small since he knows the value of saving space on paper and shit, and he'd dot his i's with little stars bc hes a dork

- okay both kobra and party have like VERY fucking neat handwriting bc City. but kobra's is a lot more uniform, all the letters stay at about the same size, and its a bit,,, blocky? ig would be the word? my guy absolutely struggles so fucking hard with spelling and he tends to just spell things out like they sound. he used to do that in the city and he got in Such fucking trouble (like almost sent to reeducation trouble) so once he got out to the zones, he started not correcting his spelling at all with anything, even if he knew it was wrong just to spite bli. so, hes got this really neat, almost font looking handwriting, combined with just the most random spelling and abbreviations imaginable, and yes that is why he spells kobra with a k bc "words are made up so I'll fucking write them how i wanna! fuck whatever bli says is 'correct". oh also he totally writes out little emoticon faces bc he saw someone do it over text in an old movie or something once and he was just like "hih ig this is a prewar thing? neat! now my tone will be clear no matter what im writing :D" (yes this is bc i used to do the same thing in middle school shut up)

-poison i think has like, two modes with their handwriting. like kobra, its very neat by defult because of City shit, but their letters are more bibbly and rounded, with lots of curves and curls and shit. HOWEVER, even though thats their default handwriting, they make a conscious effort a lot of the times to actually have the most chicken scratch-y handwriting as possible just bc they wanna spite bli. so when theyre writing fast or something only they think they themself are gonna see, their handwriting is super neat and pretty and like the perfect size for whatever page, but in any other circumstance they force themself to put more pressure on the pen and use sharper lines and smush letters together to fit a word that shouldn't on the page, just bc they like the idea of ruining yet another thing bli deemed as "perfect".

#asks #ttid #my headcanons #party poison #fun ghoul #kobra kid #jet star #this was SO fucking fun to answer and think abt gdhghd thanks for asking me this question!!!! :D

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cold-neon-ocean · 10 months

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Do you have any spicy headcanons about Baatar /Baavira that you’re willing to share? 😏

OH BOY, DO I EVER~

It's probably safe to say that almost all my thoughts regarding them are laced with spice in some fashion. And the bulk of the fic writing that I do for them lol but I'd be delighted to share some of my spicy thoughts regarding them~

As always do keep in mind that my headcanons are very much geared towards my very specific AU versions of them that I've built up over the last few years, however I do think they could apply to the canon as well in some regards.. maybe?? Idk lolol but I think about these two A LOT and I know that my interpretation of them can be pretty divergent from the popular fanon ideas but this is just how they are to me in my silly mind akdjfsf

Okay so starting out, it's not a secret that my version of Baatar is pretty stacked~ (whenever I’m drawing him on twitch my chat is always lamenting how badly they wanna grab his chest and honestly I’m glad the energy translates because I also draw him with that express thought in my head). I just love beefy nerds and feel like Baatar is well suited for it. I like joking that once he left home he just took all his pent up anger to the gym but that’s honestly pretty accurate -lol. It’s hard being a non-bender in a bender’s world, especially in any sort of leadership position so you have to gain any sort of edge you can. And said gains don’t go unnoticed. He and Kuvira have always been very touchy (and I’ll get back to that), and Kuvira definitely starts catching on to the fact that he kind of(aka ‘really’) enjoys when she pays his chest “extra” attention~ If you recall that one art piece I did of Kuvira slipping her hand into Baatar's uniform, which folks ingeniously called a "regular tiddy quality check", she tends to do stuff like that a lot and he tries not to show it, but it's fairly obvious that he actually likes it. Baatar is also not really used to being regarded in most any sense let alone as "impressive" in any fashion and Kuvira knows he feels pretty good about it in that sense as well. Plus when your man is built like a whole refrigerator, why wouldn't you give him a squeeze every now and then~

So I said these two are “touchy”, and yes they are. It’s become something of a reflexive affirmation between them. Having grown up in a very isolated “it’s us against the world” mindset, they’ve developed a rather strong codependency, one of the main languages for is touch. And that can be varying forms of touch but they’re a lot of the time inherently spicy~ They get especially handsy after extended periods of time spent apart, or in Kuvira's case when she can be in a bit of a mood- usually trying to grab Baatar's attention in a faux "I'm upset with you for not paying attention to me" sort of way. And Baatar often reciprocates in a playful "oh I'm sorry, please forgive me" response. But Baatar can get rather pouty when things don't go his way- not just specifically with her but just in general, and Kuvira will definitely rub up on him like a cat like "uh oh, why are we upset~?" and it'll be a cold day on the surface of the sun before either one of them aren't won over by that.

They were always stowing away when they could back in Zaofu. Kuvira loves to just be generally disruptive to get Baatar's attention since she loves to fluster him, and as this was set more during his phase of being closed in, and trying more to stay out of the way than anything by else, it wasn't all that difficult. Baatar really hadn't yet built up the nerve to think about going against his mother, and he definitely used to have that mindset of "no we can't have sex in my family's house that would be weird", which Kuvira interpreted as "but anywhere else is fine" and so she grabbed hold of that proverbial "anywhere else" and ran with it. She'd interrupt whatever he was doing at any given time to drag him off somewhere when they could slip away unnoticed. Their relationship was probably the worst kept secret in the city. They never got caught but it was fairly obvious what was going on between them. And eventually they moved into his room in the house (aka Kuvira was probably climbing in through his window and Baatar was just like "you know what, sure this is fine)

I (clearly) like imagining Kuvira as the more forward between the two. Or at least most of the time she's the first to instigate. Baatar grew from just getting dragged along to expectantly waiting for her to come to him as he's generally happy to let her set the pace for things. She had pretty much done so their entire relationship and she had a way of going about it in the most direct manner possible. Girl would come right out of her mouth with no warning like "You should just kiss me already" or when he's trying to work and she's bored so she just goes "hey, can I suck you off?" like she has the tact of a baseball bat to a window. But overtime he just got used to it. He started getting a little rush out of the rebellion of sneaking off with her, or in the times where they were left alone together in his fathers lab. I've also always headcanoned that Kuvira was actually the one to propose to him because she was tired of waiting for him to ask her lol. Baatar needs everything to be perfect when it comes to her but she literally couldn't care less. However Baatar can take the reigns at times. After his tether was finally cut from Zaofu he started building up some much needed self confidence and wherewithal. Finally figuring himself out as a person. Said self discoveries came in many forms, one of which being he can be rather insatiable and for those special occasions he gains a particular fervor where you just have to hold on for dear life and ride it out. Kuvira absolutely uses those opportunities to address him with "yes, sir" and he definitely feels some type of way about it.

Power play between the two of them is conducted in a specific manner, and Kuvira has always been particular about regarding Baatar as equal to herself, both in their status within the empire and as a person in general. It's something Baatar can be rather sensitive too, the idea of being seen as lesser than, and even fictitiously Kuvira just doesn't like playing around with that sort of thing. They do however enjoy the instances of one submitting entirely to the other to be ravished as they'd please. Where one's just laid back and taking the full force of the other in whatever manner they'd like. In a worshipy sort of way but it goes back and forth much more evenly.

Kuvira bless her is POSSESSIVE as hell. Yes she likes showing her man off but when people stare there is a threshold that shouldn't be crossed, and even Kuvira doesn't really know where that line is, sometimes she'll just be like "okay yes you can look at him- but not too much." And Baatar finds it kind of hilarious. She has a real jealousy streak on her and she's never even slightly subtle about it. Those are the instances where Baatar will go "well let me remind you how much I love you~" and- which he's well aware of, sometimes Kuvira likes to play up being upset just so he'll do that and put in the extra effort to make it up to her.

On the sillier side (because yes these two are silly!) During the Earth Empire campaign they've 100% fallen deadass asleep mid fuck on the train or something lolol like cock in mouth, cunt on face, and they are PASSED OUT LMAOOO

Kind of tying into the previous bullet, but Baatar can sleep through ANYTHING. Like he heard nothing when the Red Lotus attacked Zaofu the man was ASLEEP!!!! Like he sleeps like he's practicing for the coffin, so when Kuvira wants to do the cute "teehee waking my man up with a blowjob" routine, she has to put her lungs into fucking overdrive because she basically has to revive him from the dead for him to wake up SOBS

I filled out that 'Meet My OTP' thing with the two of them, and some of the main kinks for each of them I put- Baatar: breeding talk, medical talk/play (I hc him being very interested in the development of medical practice and technology because he is just very done with the prayer circles and acupuncture back in Zaofu), he's big on face fucking both giving and receiving, and also some cuddly comfy cock warming <3.

For Kuvira I put exhibitionism, she loves to Show Off, power play in varying ways- like I said she's particular about it particularly she actually likes giving up control with him because in every other aspect of life especially with the empire she always got people needing to be ordered around to get things done and she has to be the one to plan everything out so it's nice to just lay back and let someone else be in charge, especially since Baatar knows her inside and out to the degree he does. And lastly fucking with their clothes on, particularly their uniforms really does something for her. Baatar is so particular about how he dresses and presents himself that Kuv loves to rile him up by grinding on the pantleg of his expensive-ass suits or pulling threads with her teeth.

This got really long alkdsdfsd it's honestly been in my drafts a while and I would come back ever so often to add more as they came to me LMAO I could probably say a lot more on this topic because I think about it.. a lot and I love them very much ;;;;

#Ask Matsu #LoK Thoughts #[ I'm not gonna tag them because idk if I'm brave enough to put this in the greater tag for people to find alksdjfsf #so sorry this took a while and that I rambled so much sobsss #I honestly have a lot of spicy fic snippets I started about these two that have been sitting in my phone notes lol #I want to make comics out of them when I have the time ngl #but yeah lolol I love talking spice about these two #i care them so much i tell you I think about them all the time!!! ]#Anonymous

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familiaanteomnia · 2 years

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(assorted rambling, thoughts and babbling due to my present rewatch and counting of b.astard son and d.evil himself) - obviously it’s evident there is a Type regarding mercury; but... it gets a bit more sinister if consider most blonde kids hair darkens as they get older (idk if the writers like took that into casting etc but it explains why gabriel’s mentor has brown hair and it also can factor into gabriel’s possible bleaching of his own hair though it’s noticeably White) which could also be from the hinted at backfiring spell backstory and very much maybe not his choice but it also might be his choice orrr could be all three combined - with cilia *pardon the misspelling i have no brain cells* how... did she get her blood? given from what we know her parents died that day/it’s implied she has no other relatives (unless she does unmentioned or like i keep not catching it) - gabriel really has probably seen a lot of death in his 19 years alive; like not even talking upon getting dragged through a whole ass prophecy ordeal and everything... the way he takes time/care to i’m guessing make that flower crown+go get a flower or how he rushes over to his friend despite how they last interacted (is genuinely upset because had been one of his first friends/family etc and lingers for a moment there) and trying to get the facts straight while somebody is dying/calming down nathan’s freak out without cracking himself - the soundtrack, i love it and i find the choice for when nathan is getting beat up naturally fucked up but it suits the vibe to have some a catchy song playing; it could “lighten” the mood up but it really also does a good ‘they really are beating him within an inch of life+worst basically for sport and knowing he’ll just heal/can’t do anything about it’ also the boat dancing song *intercut with you know That which it is intercut with* but seriously all the songs/it feels very curated instead of just throwing music/popular songs+artists in cuz why not - being fed up with the supposed prophecy is actually god tier writing (bonus for having actual plot be like Misinterpretation is your greatest enemy) like not enough media does the everything becomes a shitshow due to a prophecy and then it turns out the prophecy is actually a result of the shit show instead/different context - the 0 hesitation i’ll save your life by probably losing my own situations (especially towards the end like this guy really tossed his whole body into somebody who could easily end his life and was like Run meanwhile then instead of that he scrambles to try intervene- thusly annalise then has to decimate the problem to actually save gabriel+nathan) known each other very shortly and yet even from the start tbh it was ride or die - just little characterizations and character traits etc like !!!! annalise apparently constantly spilling things on the cream carpet in her room, or how gabriel tends to have anxious hand movements/reassuring hand squeezes, or like heartbeats in certain moments with nathan (especially when it’s things like him listening to gabriel’s resting heart beating and picking up it shifting upon wake up or him listening to annalise’s on the boat *arguably i’d say maybe listening to both just not enough awareness etc* but also he’s just really bad at specifying or having awareness regarding it)

#spoilers cw #♥ i can’t breathe. 》 mun post #long post cw #death mention cw #dark themes cw #(swear if this show gets cancelled it genuinely will suck- but i will abstain from that rant that's boiling away at me lately in general)#(me realizing i never tagged the last hc post in gabriel's tag vs knowing it means it wont be in the main tag peace of mind)#(i really want to write/rp but i dont owe anything and people are naturally very busy etc nowadays)

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warmthintouches · 2 years

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Him: I... I just woke up. I had a dream about you.

Me: 😳 what was your dream about?

Him: idk exactly. But I remember that you got out of my bed with just your undies on and you were going to open my door but you looked back at me and smiled.. it was.. kinda beautiful tbh..

Me: wow, thats honestly...very cute 😳☺

Him: yeah ikr ☺😅

Me: I want it to be real ngl 😉☺

Him: me too, its been so long since I got to see you and never with any intentions. But, I've thought about it.

Me: same 😳☺☺

Him: I cant even imagine what you'd be like..you're always soo quiet and reserved 😳😏 anywho! What did you have for breakfast.

Me: im not...im not always quiet yk 😉😏 but I haven't ate yet, I was thinking waffles.

Him: I just bit my lip so hard 🥵

Me: did you? Why? Imagining you biting your lip is pretty hot 🔥🤤

Him: you know why, don't tease me little lady 🥵😅

Me: okay okay, sorry 🤭

Him: I do like biting tho 😅

Me: I do too 😅 and other things...

Him: what kind of other things do you like? 😳👀

Me: the usual stuff... hair pulling, lip biting, ... maybe some light choking...😳👀🤤

Him: I uh...I kinda like choking too... not often but if a girl is riding me and wants to put her hands on my throat, im game. I do like to be in control usually though, but if you dislike that I coukd try not to push it. 😅

Me: 🥵🥵 you need to stop being so hot. I am not very good at being in control, I tend to be a sub tbh, except on a rare occasion when im feeling more playful 😉

Him: do I? 😈 mmm... I'd like to take control of you. Push you down onto the bed, squeeze your neck while I kiss you, hold your hands above your head while I touch you until you beg 🤤

Me: fuck, yes please 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Him: God damn 🥵😘

Me: okay now, is there anything you don't like? Absolute no nos?

Him: honestly haven't come across anything ive hated yet 😅 wbu

Me: really? Nothing thats a strict no? I guess mine are just the obvious ones... don't spit on me, no slapping, and I'm not into the whole calling me like a "little slut" thing, call me a good girl tho and im like 🤤🤤😅

Him: ill call you a good girl 😉 and yeah, I guess I wouldn't like anything up my butt. And no like...torture stuff 😅

Me: I assumed as much 😂

Him: I had a girl like.. lick near my hole and that was amazing tbh but then she put her finger up there and I was like "whoa no"

Me: 😂😂 I've never wanted to be that close to a dudes bootyhole. Don't have to worry about me putting anything up there. Although I had someone once out their thumb in mine while doing doggy and...I really did not hate that 😅

Me: omg I'm embarrassed I said that now 😳

Him: you're fine 😈 ive tried that with a few girls and I got good feed back about it.

Him: so fav position?

Me: hmm.. im down for a lot of them. Not freaky sure what my fav is...

Him: if you had to pick? 🤤

Me: probably doggy, but I enjoy riding too 🤭😉what's yours?

Him: mmm I'd like to check out your riding game 😏 my fav is probably reverse cowgirl so I can appreciate the booty 😳😁 and I like when a girl can just ride the shit out of me until she cums.

Me: 🥵🥵 I'd take you up on either of those.

Him: I want you so bad now 😅😏

Me: I was just thinking the same thing about you 😘

Him: fuck, if I didn't have to be up at 7 am I'd come get you and bring you back to my place.

Me: that would be nice but I need to go to sleep soon, I gotta be up early too.

Him: okay, we need to hang out asap. And not just bc I want to bang you 😳 I think you're pretty awesome and would enjoy just spending time with you. Getting to bang you would just be an great bonus. I don't want you to think that's all I'm interested in tho.

#treeboy

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oxygenar · 4 years

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yo if i changed the 2016 “i like this one too much” yeowline icon to a drawing of me cracking my wrist would that be fucked up or what

#oh boy.txt #idk why and maybe this is not a good thing but i. tend to squeeze my wrist a bit till it pops ??#it doesn't hurt #probably the equivalent to people cracking their knuckles #idk why but i kinda want that to be the New icon #i loooove the yeowline one but man #i could use a new thing

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nikrangdan · 3 years

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lovestruck!enhypen x reader

pairing: lovestruck!enhypen x reader

genre: FLUFF fluff Fluff

description: how enhypen would be if they became lovestruck by the reader ☹️☹️ this is such an adorable request!!!! itll vary for each member ur relationships so you’ll either be strangers or already dating etc.

a/n: idk if all of them are lovestruck exactly bc i just got carried away with the fluff for some of them and idky maknae line revolves around sleeping BUT IDC sleepy!enhypen is the best 😁

———————

HEESEUNG

u worked at a pretty popular clothing store

and well well well heeseung had shown up dressed very much your style so u were like

Wow who is this guy....

he was alone just looking around

and there were like 10 other people in the store but u wanted to talk to him so bad so u went up like

“hi, welcome! are u finding everything okay?”

he was looking through a rack of shirts and turned around when he heard u but WOW

when this man turned around he looked even better in person u couldnt believe it 😫

BUT IT SEEMS HE FELT THE SAME BC U SWEAR HE BECAME SO FLUSTERED WHEN HE TURNED AROUND

his eyes got so wide u almost laughed it was so cute ☹️

he stuttered and was like “oh um im okay”

Aw man

but u said “okay then! let me know if you need any help finding anything or if u wanna use a dressing room!” and u sent him ur nicest smile u could give

his eyes were still kinda wide open and u gave him one last look before turning around😢😢

BUT THEN HE SAID SOMETHING

“w-wait! actually.. um....uh.. do u.. do u guys have sweatpants..?”

u giggled to urself on the inside bc u knew he just made that up on the spot

“we do! here, follow me”

while u were showing him the clothes u guys had exchanged names and had some small talk

and that was the start of something very Beautiful

and since then he has been coming almost everyday to visit u at work 🤗🤗

JAY

jay swore he found new things about u to love every single day

and today wasnt an exception!!!!

u knew jay had been really tired and just worn out from work recently so u had decided to make him his favorite meal for dinner

a nice little surprise for when he got home ❤️

and also the anime he was watching ready on the tv for u two to watch together :(

u had literally been preparing all day and u even decided to go out and buy dessert too

AWESOMEST PERSON EVER U ARE!

it was 8pm already and jay should be getting home now

u set the table all neatly and put on one of his sweaters

AND WOULD U LOOK AT THAT HE GOT HOME AS SOON AS U WERE DONE

Fate 🔥🔥

romantic stuff like this wasnt really ur forte so this was out of the normal for u

but u wanted to do something for jay because he did stuff like this for u alot

the table isnt in view when u walk into the apartment so he wasnt able to see his dinner yet

“hi” you smile brightly and go up to hug him and give him a little kiss

he had his bad slung over one of his shoulders and he was taking his shoes off in the doorway after he closed it

“hey.. it smells pretty good in here” he gave you a tired smile while one of his arms was wrapped around your waist

“really? it smells normal to me” you giggled before walking to the kitchen area together

he stopped and looked at u with LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES when he saw the table

jay: ❤️_❤️

“y/n..”

“surprise!!! you know im not good with words but i wanted to show you that i can cook” you laugh “and that i love you very much and im so proud of you”

jay doesnt say anything but instead drops his bag on the couch and gives u the Biggest Hug Ever

ur face is practically smushed in his chest and his hand is resting lovingly on ur hair :(((

he loves u so much im so sad

JAKE

“layla!!! layla where are you?” jake was yelling quite loudly in the massive park he was in the middle of

yeah jake lost layla.. uh oh

quite a coincidence you found the cutest dog you’d ever laid eyes on

and she seemed to love u very much

the dog had made u topple over and now she was excitedly playing with you while you were sat on the ground laughing to your hearts content

after a minute of playing you had got up because you knew she was somebodys lost dog and her owner was probably looking all over the park for her

“okay.. lets go find your owner before they have a heart attack” you giggle

just as you said that though, you heard a boys voice yell “LAYLA!!!!”

the dog next to you looked in his direction, tail wagging and tongue out, but she didnt move an inch from her spot next to you

it made me you laugh out loud

as you were watching the boy run up to you, you noticed how cute he actually was

Omg..... ur heart started beating a little faster

“hi..” the boy hunched over with his hands on his knees breathing very heavily “you have my dog”

“uh yeah” you laugh “sorry about that, she ran over to me a couple minutes ago and i was just about to go find her owner”

“its okay, thank you..” he trailed off to find out your name and finally looked up to meet your eyes

“y/n” you told him

“y/n” he repeated with a small grin on his face “im jake”

“hi jake” you lightheartedly give him your hand to shake and he chuckles before taking the offer

“and it was nice meeting you layla” you crouch down to meet her level and she licks your face making you fall on your butt

you laugh and jakes quick to help you up

“layla! thats not very nice” he jokingly scolds her and pets her head

after u got up u bid goodbye to the two before jake invited u to continue walking around the park AND HE EVEN BOUGHT U AN ICE CREAM

Is This A Date, Jake? 😫😫❤️❤️❤️❤️😳😛😛

SUNGHOON

“you should be more careful” you scold the boy sitting with you standing between his legs

sunghoon had apparently gotten elbowed in the face by his friend and scratched by his friends cat on accident????

“it wasn’t my fault! he turned around and i just happened to be in the way. and i didnt even do anything to the cat!” he whined

“i didnt say it was your fault. i said to be more careful.” you tried to sound stern

u knew ur logic was making no sense but u just thought it was so fun to mess with him

he let out a sigh and gave up, slouching over again

you were stood between his legs, wiping the blood away and applying ointment

“im just kidding, you’re so cute” one of your free hands comes up to rub his hair

a small grin pops up on his face and his arms come to rest on your waist

he looks up at you while you focus on tending to his wounds

and u guessed it WITH LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES

❤️_❤️

“you know y/n” he begins

you hum in response, letting him know you’re listening

“im gonna marry you one day”

you freeze in your place

it took you a minute to collect yourself because you felt like your heart almost leaped out of your chest

“who says?” you joke

he leans up to give you a quick kiss on the lips before sitting back down

“me.”

SUNOO

you noticed sunoo had been really tired lately and u just wanted to make him feel better :((

the boys were going out and invited you two obviously but you could tell sunoo was iffy about going

“uhh..” you trail off and look over at sunoo who was laying on the couch

“you know what guys? i think me and sunoo are gonna stay home today.. you guys have fun though!” you bid goodbye to the other boys and they all understood and left

you dont even know if sunoo knew they had left already because when you walked over to him his tired eyes were glued on the tv

“hey” you leaned against the couch and looked down at him

“y/n? are we going soon?” his eyes move to the top of his head to look up at you

you start laughing and he literally goes 🤨???

“silly, they already left! so what do you wanna do?” you plop down next to him and he was in the process of sitting up

“what? when did they leave...” his mouth drops open

“like 2 minutes ago” you giggle, leaning back to rest your head

sunoo had sat still, pondering for a moment

“why did they leave us?” he turned to look at you

your eyes met his “well i figured you didnt wanna go... you didnt, right?”

he slowly shakes his head “how did you know?”

you give him a sneaky smile and jokingly push his arm “because i know you so well”

he laughs at this and leans his head on your shoulder

“wow y/n.. im impressed” he grins, snuggling into your arm

your other arm crosses over to pat him on the head, leaning your head to rest on top of his

“but thank you y/n..” his eyes slowly close to rest “im thankful for all the little things you notice about me”

u literally go 🥺

your hand goes down to squeeze his and he falls asleep peacefully on ur shoulder ☹️☹️☹️❤️

JUNGWON

“y/n..what is that” jungwons eyes can barely open as he tries to comprehend whats going on while hes waking up

you haphazardly tap around the bedside table trying to turn off the new alarm you set last night

and that new alarm was jungwon singing 🤗

“its you, dummy” your eyes were still closed but you turned to face jungwon and snuggled closer to him

“wha- where did you even get that???” he was almost fully awake now, staring down at your half asleep figure

you yawned before answering in your i-just-woke-up-and-i-should-probably-drink-some-water voice “remember when you sang me to sleep last week? yeah i was secretly recording you. no biggie” you pat his chest twice and leave your hand there, content with life at the moment Lol

“y/nnnn” he whines “change ittt i dont like it”

“you’re kidding.” you deadpan, shocked he would say such a thing!!! “jungwon you sound like an angel threw up on a field of flowers full of puppies and kittens! okay thats kinda weird maybe not that”

jungwon giggles a little and sits up so he can sit against the headboard while your head rests on his lap

“you like my singing that much?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he asks you

you finally pop one eye open to look up at him, a goofy grin in your face

“i love your singing”

his hands run through your hair and you let out a sigh at the feeling

jungwon doesnt say anything

all he does is admire you

you can feel his eyes on you so you open your eyes again (both this time🙏🏼) and meet his eyes

“i can feel you staring straight into the depths of my soul, jungwon”

he laughs at this, bring his other hand up to pinch your cheek

“i’ll sing for you whenever you want me to y/n”

NI-KI

“shut up sunghoon, hes sleeping” you whisper-scolded the boy

ni-ki was currently asleep on you

literally SPRAWLED all over your body and you were basically mummified

by nishimura riki

his legs were tangled in yours, his head shoved into your neck, and his arms were bent around you in ways you didnt know were humanly possible

“you literally have an alien taking a nap on you y/n” sunghoon deadpans before walking out the room

“when you’re asleep sunghoon i will send you into a spacecraft for the rest of your life so you can go see aliens for yourself”

“wowww im so scared y/n” the boy remarks and shuts the door

you half laugh and half scoff before turning your attention back to the ipad screen sitting on the bed infront of you

well

kind of infront of you because ni-ki’s acrobatic position was basically blocking the view

you were having a decent time watching the show playing, definitely not the most comfortable person on the planet at the moment

until you felt the body on top of you.. rumble?

you knew that feeling

ni-ki was laughing

HOW and WHY the hell was he laughing ?!!?!!?!

“what the hell?” you look down at him and his face is shoved near your shoulder but you caught a glimpse of his big smile

his laughter gets louder and you still dont have answers yet

“why are you laughing???? i thought you were sleeping?????” you try to push him off you but he was persistent in laughing in your shoulder (??)

after a couple minutes of you just letting this happen

ni-ki finally speaks!

“you’re so funny y/n” he finally pulls away from you and wipes his tears

“what are you even talking about... and how long were you awake, you sneaky kid” you poke his chest

he leans down again to hug your waist and start cuddling you again

“10 minutes”

“so you’re telling me i could’ve freed myself from that god awful demon EMBRACE you had me in 10 minutes ago???!!”

ni-ki starts laughing again and looks up at you

“thank you for threatening to send sunghoon to aliens for me y/n” he grins

you laugh, finally understanding what the boy had been going on about

“sunghoon deserved it”

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theweasleysredhair · 4 years

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In Safe Hands [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 4339

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: George is just very attractive and his hands are even more attractive.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. including oral (female receiving). also a lot of mentions of hands, arms and veins bc i canny control myself apparently.

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: i put two requests for my event together as i decided to write a full fic based on george’s hands purely because prompt 9, which both requesters selected, refers to hands - enjoy!!

Prompts used:

3. “I may or may not have left some... marks.”

9. “God I love your hands.” “Let’s put them to good use then.”

23. “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly.”

49. “Behave.”

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You’d always liked George - why wouldn’t you? He was funny, charming, handsome. You’d be stupid not to. It had started back in Hogwarts - you were friends with the twins; close friends. And that’s all you thought of them as, until one fateful day in your 7th year where you made the regrettable decision to meet the twins after one of their last games of Quidditch before Umbridge had banned them, and George had emerged from the Gryffindor tent freshly showered, shirt hanging over his shoulder, trousers low on his hips.

And that’s when you’d realised you liked George as much more than just friends.

You hadn’t known how to deal with him at first, how to act around him, once you’d realised how you felt. Because every time he laughed, every time he ran a hand through his hair, you felt yourself positively swooning, as cliché as it sounded.

It took a lot not to accidentally blurt out your feelings to him, not that you were helped by Fred, who noticed the slight differences in your behaviour - holding onto hugs from George a tad longer, the way you looked at him when he didn’t realise, how flustered you got when he’d rest a hand on your knee - and made it his mission to make your feelings as obvious as possible in front of his brother.

George must’ve been the most oblivious person however, as he never noticed the hints or the longing smiles. Or maybe that was because he was busy trying to stop Fred from making his own crush on you so obvious, trying to hide his own longing smiles, and the way his eyes lit up when he made you laugh.

The twins had left Hogwarts soon after you’d realised your feelings, in a fit of fireworks, and then suddenly you were dealing with Umbridge alone, with her detentions alone. Not that you blamed them for leaving at all - you knew they were out living their dream and all you could wish to do was support them. It didn’t make being at Hogwarts any easier though, dealing with all the Educational Decrees. However, you thought the space and distance would help you to get over George, and it did.

Until you saw him again in his shop. The twins had sent you a letter in the middle of your NEWTs asking you to come and work for them, an offer that you gladly accepted, however arriving at their store on your first day - after the initial overwhelming feeling of pride at seeing how well their store was doing, how successful they were - you knew you weren’t at all over him.

He stood there, a smirk etched on his face, suit fitted to him as he crossed his arms over his chest, standing on the stairs in the shop as he looked down at you, and your felt your heart racing, cursing yourself over still being so hung up on the man.

His eyes slowly took in your appearance - you’d worn a cute sundress, due to the warm weather, your hair falling loosely around your shoulders and George felt his own heartbeat quicken.

He’d fancied you since his 6th year, most likely before that, the realisation hitting him when he had seen you dancing with some prat from Ravenclaw at the Yule Ball, when you should have gone with him. After that, after seeing how utterly stunning you’d looked that day, with your ballgown and hair done, he knew he’d never be able to look at you the same.

And even now, after not seeing you for months, you didn’t fail to leave him speechless, so effortlessly beautiful in his eyes that he couldn’t help but look at you as though you’d hung all the stars in the sky.

“Long time no see, eh love?” He spoke, moving down the last couple of steps and towards you, “Still gorgeous as ever.”

You grinned at him, “Always the charmer, eh Weasley?”

He chuckled, opening his arms to wrap them around you to bring you into a warm hug, one you gladly accepted as you wrapped your own arms around his waist, taking a deep breath as the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped you, making you grin. He rested his chin on your head and closed his eyes, smiling as he felt you nuzzle into his chest.

Merlin, he thought being away from you had lessened his feelings for you but in that moment, with you in his arms, he was struck with the same realisation he’d had in his 6th year - that he was in love with you.

And, unbeknownst to him, as your grip around him tightened a little, the hug lasting a tad too long to be friendly, however neither of you mentioning anything about it, you’d come to the same realisation.

Which brought you to now.

Being around George again was amazing, you had to admit. And whilst you hated the way you kept fumbling with products, or how clumsy you’d get around him - something Fred still loved to tease you about - you also adored how he made you feel, how happy, how content - he made your life that much better, a light in an ever increasing darkening world.

You’d been working with the twins for a few months, and it was amazing, truly a better job than you could have predicted. What made the job difficult, however, was trying to keep cool when George walked around looking like he did, interacting with the guests, making the children laugh at his jokes.

Godric, could he get any more attractive?

He’d seemed to up the ante this week, almost on purpose you swore, constantly walking around in just his shirt and tie due to the summer heat, the lack of a jacket meaning you were faced with doing your job and working with customers whilst also trying not to stare at the way his shirt fit snugly around him, or how his forearms were showcased due to him rolling his sleeve to his elbows, veins appearing any time he tended his arms, whether that be due to moving things around the shop, demonstrating how certain products worked, or lifting and moving heavy equipment.

The latter of which currently occurring, as Fred had left George alone to deal with a delivery after the shop had shut.

You were stood at the Pygmy Puff display, moving cages around and making sure they were well looked after when you heard some grunts coming from the store room, as if someone had picked up something with a lot of weight. You then heard footsteps behind you, making you pause with the last - feisty - Pygmy Puff in your hand, the rest having been put into their cages.

You turned around, breath hitching in your throat as you took in the sight before you. Namely, George Weasley holding what appeared to be quite a heavy box, if his staggered breathing was anything to go by. He’d shed his jacket somewhere in the back, along with his waistcoat, leaving him in just his shirt, which was tightly fitted and, you noticed as he placed the box down on top of another cardboard box, stuck to him a little with sweat from the heavy lifting. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showcasing his forearms, and you found yourself gulping as your eyes wandered down the prominent veins, to his large hands, one of which was pulled through his messy ginger hair, pushing the strands out of his face.

And he had no idea.

He had no idea at all that suddenly you couldn’t focus, that suddenly all the breath had left your lungs, that suddenly all you could think about was how his hands would feel on you, holding your waist, gripping your hips, squeezing your thighs. How his fingers would feel inside of you.

George looked over at you and shot you a grin, one that made your heart race even more than it already was, “Bloody big delivery today, eh? ‘S what happens when I let Fred order the ingredients.”

You gave him an almost starstruck smile, which he accepted gladly, before reaching up and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, pulling at his tie to loosen it, your jaw dropping almost comically as you secretly watched him.

He noticed halfway through his action that you’d gotten extremely silent, your mouth open ever so slightly and George wondered if it was because of him. Merlin he hoped so, because if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, well, he’d be happy to take you right there and then against the till counter.

He turned away to disappear back into the stockroom, biting his lip as indecent thoughts filled his mind, heading to grab the next couple of boxes.

Back on the shop floor, you took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes and cursing yourself. You should not be stood ogling your best friend, much less your best friend who was also your boss, no matter how attractive he happened to be. You should be going through the boxes to separate ingredients out, helping with the displays and doing your job.

But no, instead you were stood, still holding the Pygmy Puff that was now trying to escape your hands, imagining all the things you wanted that man to do to you. And what you wanted to do to him.

Merlin.

You popped the Pygmy Puff into the cage, and wandered over to the box that George had just brought in, trying to push the thoughts of how you could see the outline of his abs through his shirt away as you began pulling out different ingredients.

He came back around the corner, holding two boxes this time, the top one covering most of his face due to the size, allowing you to stare longingly at the way his fingers were wrapped around the edges of the boxes, gripping tightly. You bit your lip as he turned from you to place the boxes down, watching as the shirt moved closely against his back, accentuating his shoulder blades as he bent down and Merlin did you wish you could see his muscles without the shirt.

“Need any help?” You managed to stutter out, trying to act as if you hadn’t been staring at him. Still bending over as he sorted out the boxes, he paused his actions and looked up at you, shooting you a cheeky grin. “Don’t you worry at all, love, I’ve got it, I am extremely strong after all,” he winked, and Godric, didn’t you know it, “You just stand there looking your best, that’s all the motivation I need.”

And suddenly you’d forgotten how to speak, how to breathe. You just nodded, though he didn’t see as his attention was back on the box in front of him. You watched him sift through the products, fingers moving nimbly, occasionally bringing out the odd jar or packet, sometimes throwing it in the air and catching it before placing it to one side.

He brought out a smaller box of vials, which he held from the top, placing it in front of you and gripping it tighter to emphasise his hands when he saw your gaze lingering.

He smiled to himself, pushing his sleeves up - making you swallow harshly - as he pretended not to know you were watching him, all the while flexing just for your benefit.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes kept drifting over to him, couldn’t help that watching him be so efficient with flipping glass jars in the air and holding different ingredients made you that much more attracted to him. You couldn’t help your thoughts racing, thinking about asking him to use his hands on you and-

“Godric, I love your hands.”

Your eyes widened in shock as his head turned to you, your own hand covering your mouth as you realised what you’d just said, and you began stammering out, “I-I... I didn’t mean- I- George-“

George gave a pretend look of shock, as if he hadn’t purposely been working you up for the last however-long. “You like my hands?” He asked with a smirk, glancing down at them before his gaze fell back on you, taking in the sight of you being so flustered. You got lost in the way his eyes held yours, and you could do nothing but nod slowly, making George bite his lip and step forward.

His heart was racing at your confession, not quite believing it was happening but very much wanting to do something with that information, “If you like them so much, let’s put them to good use.”

“W-what?”

George looked you up and down, his tongue darting out to wetten his bottom lip, “You like my hands, and I wanna use them on you, darling. You going to let me?”

You took in the way he was looking at you - like all his dreams had come true, like you were the only thing he cared about, like he loved you. “Absolutely,” you breathed out.

And suddenly his hands were on your waist, bringing you closer to him as he brushed his lips against yours, savouring the first few moments of you being so close to him, before kissing you properly. His lips were soft, moving against yours in a way that, had you not have known any different, you may have thought he’d been kissing you for years. It felt familiar, yet with an added layer of something new. A kiss that made your skin feel like it was on fire, that, as he angled his head to deepen it, made your stomach flutter, and mind race.

It was so perfect, even with the occasional bump of your noses - so perfectly George - that you didn’t want it to end. He pulled away a little, pressing more kisses to your lips before he began moving down to your neck, pressing open mouthed, hot kisses to your skin, making you let out small, breathy moans, feeling him smile against you.

You ran your hands down his chest, playing gently with the buttons and pulling his tie completely off, and heading towards his belt as he licked the skin just below your ear.

Beginning to unbuckle his belt, you also “accidentally” brushed against the evident tent in his pants, and he pulled away from you to grin, “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly, love.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and bit your lip at him, making his heart beat a little faster, “Your fault for bringing that delivery in so attractively.”

You’d managed to unbuckle his belt and pulled him back in for a kiss, him mumbling against your lips, “Might get Fred to order stock more often then if this is what happens.”

He led you over to the stairs, stumbling a little up the bottom two steps before trapping you against the banister for a moment, holding you close to him as he continued to kiss you, his tongue easily gliding into your mouth.

Between kisses, and George pulling your shirt off, you made it to the apartment above the shop, heading down the hallway and bumping into the cabinet that was stood between the bathroom and Fred’s room, before arriving at his bedroom door, which he nudged open with his feet, bringing you inside.

He held you by the waist, fingertips tightening a little as he pulled away from the kiss for air, and to lift you up so he could throw you onto the bed, the impact making your breasts bounce and George breathed out a, “Fuck, c’mere.”

He crawled on top of you, your back arching into the mattress as your arms looped around his neck, playing with the tufts of ginger hair at the base of his neck as you brought him back in for another kiss. Your hands moved down to begin unbuttoning his shirt, something you’d been imagining all day, before throwing it to the other side of the room, George doing the same with your bra.

A few moments later, you’d both shed the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare against him, breasts pressed against his chest, his arms either side of your head, supporting his weight above you. You could feel his breath hitting your hitting your lips, his face centimetres from yours.

In stark contrast to the compromising position you were in, George looked down at you with love, a look that warmed your heart as you gave him a small, almost shy, smile.

“You know I- uh- I love you, right? I’m in love with you, darling.” He looked almost vulnerable as he said that, his eyes flickering across your face as his lips parted a little.

You lifted your head up so your forehead rested against his, hands clutching his shoulders, “I’m in love with you too, Georgie.”

“Me or my hands?” He joked, making you shake your head and laugh. You pretended to think for a moment before replying, “Maybe both.”

“Let’s see if I can make you come from just my hands then, shall we?” He grinned, making your heart race as his fingers danced down your stomach before pressing against your clit.

“So wet for me,” He commented, circling it slowly, smirking at the way you let out little breathy moans, before he entered a finger into you, taking advantage of the way your back arched in order to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it, gently nibbling as he pushed his finger in and out of you, before adding a second finger, stretching you out a little.

“George,” you breathed out as he moved to your other breast.

He continued moving his fingers against you, in you, and you felt the familiar feeling of pleasure building in your stomach.

After being so wound up from watching him, you knew it wouldn’t take much more to reach your high, and as he continued to kiss your breasts, you breathed out slowly, almost embarrassed at how quickly he’d managed to turn you into a pile of mush at his touch.

“I’m close,” you whimpered, as George moved from your breasts to your collarbone, his thumb adding a little more pressure to your clit as his fingers moved.

Picking up his pace ever-so-slightly, he brought you closer to your high. He felt you clench around his fingers and pressed a kiss to your jawline. “Come for me princess,” he whispered against your ear in a low tone, making you shiver.

George watched the way you closed your eyes, mouth open and head tilted back as your high washed over you, pleasure running through you, and felt himself harden at the sight.

His fingers continued moving against you, although at a slower pace, and your hips jolted towards him at the overstimulation, “‘S a good girl.” He leant forward, pressing his body against yours as he kissed you gently.

“Think you can come for me again, love?”

You were breathing heavily from your first orgasm, though with the way his fingers were moving against you, you knew you’d be reaching your second before you could properly catch your breath. You nodded at him before he began trailing back down your stomach and settled himself between your legs.

You shivered as he lightly pressed kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his hands squeezing your hips, before he licked into you, making you gasp out and clutch the bedsheets tightly. Letting out a moan as he pushed a finger back into you, you closed your eyes, head falling back against the headboard as you breathed out heavily from the way his tongue was moving against you.

You bucked your hips against him involuntarily, causing his free hand to push your hips back down and he looked up from between your legs, his eyes catching yours as he smirked against you, “Behave, darling.” You moaned as the vibrations of just those two words travelled through you, the hand not enclosed around his heading towards his messy hair and running through it, pulling at strands as you felt his tongue flatten against you.

Feeling your second orgasm creeping up on you, you wrapped your legs around his head and let out a moan as you felt George groan against you. Your second high felt more intense than the first, and the feel of George’s tongue pushing inside you made you moan out loudly, the feeling taking over you before you relaxed against him, legs falling onto his shoulders.

“You look so pretty when you come,” he grinned, moving back to hover over you. He pressed himself against you, rocking his hips against yours, arm muscles tensing as he held himself up over you.

You whined a little at the feel of him moving against your sensitive clit, making him smile.

“You ready for me, princess?”

You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, the other reaching for his hand to intertwine your fingers together, “Always, Georgie.”

At your go-ahead, he pressed a kiss to your lips and eased himself into you, making you both moan out. “You feel so good wrapped around me, love,” he praised as he pulled out of you before pushing back in again, “Taking me so well.”

He moved against you, skin brushing against skin, his spare hand moving to touch any place he could, running his fingers down the curves of your body, before biting his lip as he pulled his hand from yours to grab your wrist, taking your other one from around his neck and holding them above your head, making you whimper as his arms flexed.

“Do you like what my hands can do to you, love? How I made you come from nothing but my fingers?” He groaned against you, feeling himself edging towards his own high.

“Yes... yes!” You breathed out, your eyes closing as you felt your high arriving fast, “George you feel so good.”

George groaned again, feeling you clenching around his cock in the same way you did around his fingers. He leant forward to kiss you, still holding your arms above your head and suddenly pleasure coursed through your body, and you sighed against his lips, him twitching and coming inside of you soon after with a deep growl.

He fell against your shoulder, pulling himself out of you before laying beside you, letting go of your wrists as you instinctively curled towards him.

George’s eyes wandered over to you, a smile small playing at his lips, taking in the way your hair was falling across his pillow, your eyes shut as you breathed heavily, eyelashes fanning across your cheeks, your hand resting on one of his biceps.

His gaze travelled across your neck and down to your collarbones, then across your breasts, a smug smile gracing his face. You opened your own eyes, catching his shit-eating grin and raised an eyebrow at him wearily, “What��s that look for?”

“I may or may not have left some... marks,” he replied cheekily, biting his lip, pupils blown wide as he took in the sight of you marked by him, pressed up next to him.

Your jaw dropped a little and you shook your head with a laugh, “Oh bloody hell, Georgie!” You stood up quickly and headed to the mirror across the room to check, fighting the urge to both laugh and smack him when you saw the red and purple marks littering your skin.

George sat back on the bed, eyes raking over your body, enjoying the sight of your bare bum and back, and found himself biting his lip and imagining all the things he wanted to do to you that night. His eyes lingered on the curve of your bum and he fought the urge to grab you again and pull you down onto him.

“I like them on you, they look hot,” George said with a grin, and you playfully glared at him in the mirror.

“You would think that.” Turning back around to him, you just missed the way his gaze flickered to the marks on your breasts and up to your neck, George feeling extremely proud of himself and his work.

“Yeah, it just shows people you’re mine I guess,” he shrugged unapologetically and gave you a smug grin, looking you up and down as you walked back over to him.

“Oh I’m yours, am I?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest and unintentionally accentuating your breasts to him, making him let out a groan as he reached for you.

“Of course you are.”

He pulled you back down onto him like he’d imagined before, your bare chest against his own, his large hands holding your waist as your nails gently scraped down his arms.

“Fancy a round two?” He asked, one of his hands already beginning to head back towards your clit.

Your eyes closed as you sighed contently as you felt his fingers press against you, enjoying the feel of him, “I could be convinced.”

As you were straddling him, you felt him harden more than he was against you, and you opened your eyes to meet his own, darkened with lust, his fingers still moving against you as his other hand gripped your hip.

“Oh princess, how about I make you come for a fourth time tonight? And then again. And then again. And again after that. Would that convince you?”

You bit your lip, pushing yourself against his hand and grinned at him, “I reckon it would. Or maybe I’ll just ride you instead.”

He picked up the pace of his fingers against you, and you let out a moan from above him as one of your own hands covered his on your hip, making him smile cheekily at you,

“Ride me then, darling, and then I’ll make sure you can’t walk in the morning.”

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changlix-mp4 · 3 years

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BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN ♡ : A TO Z - ( NSFW )

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

well , we all know how caring he is?

he is so dad , caring , like yea daddy ( sorry ksjsk )

ok for real ,

I think he is the type to wait a little bit , to let you both calm down , holding you into his arms

after cleaning you up

he’s gonna be soft with you

treat you right huh

little caresses and all

he is so affectionate , he’s so adorable ,, I want to hug him forever

*crying session is open*

I definitively can see him wanting to cuddle you afterwards

he would lay his head on your chest at first , wanting you to play with his soft curly hair

NATURAL CURLY HAIRED CHAN SUPERIOR , BARE WITH ME

after awhile , he would put your head on his chest and his turn , he would play with your hair

holding you close with his hand on your waist until you both fall asleep

c u t e .

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Well , before I start ,,

Chan said he loves his dimples when he smiles ,, well same

I think Chan’s favourite body part are his dimples and his whole body? I mean I don’t really know, and I can’t really explain , but the fact that he works out and take care of his body ,,

he prob likes his arms aswell ( anyways , I do )

For his partner , he’d prob likes ,, oh no ,, loves your thighs , the skin so soft , smooth ( so sexc sksj ) ,, he loves the fact that they’re not too slim and skinny . He also likes your plump lips , so kissable and soft and your tummy uwu

knowing Chan , I bet this boy loves every parts of your body

I know y’all don’t care , but

I love Chan’s veiny arms , his hands omfg choke me daddy , his cheeks , his hair , his smile omg, well … EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM ! His dimples are my weakness bye.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

not the greatest taste?

but more liquidy and not sticky gross

so I-

I think it’s fine to swallow it?

he thinks it’s hot when you do this

but he’s not the type to want you to do things that make you uncomfortable

If you don’t want to swallow it , then don’t do it

If you want to , just do it

you’ll just make him moan at the sight before him

he likes loves to cum inside

it’s his fav place

when he doesn’t cum inside you

he would cum on your thighs ( because he loves them asf )

and your stomach too

but not on your face

you both find it gross so it’s a big no no

and it’s more embarrassing than sexy so , NO

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

chan is actually pretty open about his kinks?

he’s a dom ( we all know it jk )

act like he knows what he’s doing

but sometimes it’s not the case

actually there is one thing he’ll probably never admit

he acts like he wants to do all the job

the one who control

but daddy he wants to feel special sometimes

that’s why he f loves when you want to take control

he’d act like he doesn’t want to , but boy inside is burning with excitments & anticipation

I also think chan is the type to use your underwear when he jacks off

the thought of you in them, really turns him on

he’s just a bit ashamed to steal some panties of yours he loves a lot

ohh and he really wants to try fingering you in a public place

like in a restaurant? , library

He’s nervous about bringing it up tho. It’s a thought that he jacks off to sometimes

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

not really experienced.

chris is super hot , well build , really charming , polite and all

let’s just say perfect ( I’m not even exaggerating )

everyone want to get in his pants

but

I’m pretty sure chan is a virgin ,,

I mean , he prob just saw a few porns

my boy is really intelligent so

he just learn very fast skjsl

but yea ,,

and plus , he was a trainee since he was young , 14?

being under jyp had its own restrictions

and I don’t think he needed that and he had time for that

busy man *sigh*

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. will probably include a visual)

I don’t think he is very demanding

chan is someone very simple , understanding , he’s just not complicated

not someone hard to please

so I think ,

he enjoys the traditional one ( lmao ) missionary?

he also enjoys doggy style too

he can pulls on your hair to lift you up and have your back against his chest

in this position he can put his hand on your stomach and your neck to slighty squeeze it

AND

he loves when you ride him

boy gets harder than he was ,, as hard as a rock

is that possible??

this position makes him horny asf

he finds it f hot

he loves the fact that he can see your pretty face making yourself feels good

with this position he can see your face when you orgasm

he can easily kiss your neck , make hickeys

he can holds you and yea ,,

he can do a lot of things with this position ( hell yea )

but like I said chan is a super easy person to please

missionary is his fav one

he actually finds it very confortable for the both of you

very soft in a way and romantic

making love uwu

depends of the situation obv;)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Chan is a goofy person

I mean is so giggly most of the time

ma babey!!!

he loves to tease , oh yea he does

he can be the type to laugh during sex , if you make a joke ( yea why not lmao )

if you’re uncomfortable , he’d try to make you feel better

so he’d try to make jokes ,if his first option of consolling you doesn’t work

if you guys feel like laughing , you’ll do

looking into your eyes and smiling at each other

c u t e

ngl he can get pretty serious

again , it depends of the mood

when he’s frustrated , angry , tired..

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I’m pretty sure

he is not bare down there ,,

veeeryy well groomed

doesn’t shave it all off, simply trims, all nice and neat

the amount of hair isn’t too crazy

armpits shaved , he feels more confortable and clean

guys , this boy armpits is cleaner than my whole face tf

happy trail shaved since

TOO MUCH TUMMY FLASHES

but wants to keep his happy trail ,, maybe??

ughhh I want him to keep it bcs damn this is so hot

please hear me out daddy chris

i want to suck hug him

but honestly I feel like

he can go natural when he has the choice?

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

he is so caring

so very romantic

he is a passionate man and he shows it through many ways

we all know it

ahhh I love this man sfm

but sometimes he can be rough

not too much but it depends of his mood

I mean he is daddy so sometimes he feels like he have to show his daddyness lmao i just cringed help me ughhh

he feels like he have to show his dominance sometimes

but when I say rough

it’s not something really wild x)

even when he’s rough

he controls himself

and make sure to check if you’re alright

tbh rough sex happends very very very rarely

but it makes it more special ,, x)

he cares a lot about you

i think he’s more into vanilla sex

yeaa I’m sure he is sooo into it

I mean c u t e

I mean I want him to make love to me!! lord forgive me

he is naturally sweet and adorable so

lord I’m so in love with this man <3

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t do it often

only when he really is alone

especially if you are not around

when he’s really frustrated he also tends to jack off

and one of the reasons why he doesn’t really masturbate

it’s just because he’s constantly around the boys

and my boy is a really hardworking man

well , like I said before he doesn’t do it often

probably once or twice a week? Or not at all the week

it’s when he really needs some reliefs

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

chris is kinky , PERIOD .

y’all can’t deny it

• daddy kink for sure , no doubt ahah

he said it himself sooooo

he’s daddy material tho lmao

he gets turn on when he is being called daddy sometimes

if you call him daddy in public he will get a light boner for sure

guess what will happen next;)

BUT it’s not a need !

he doesn’t want to be called that every time you guys have sex

•maybe roleplay

teacher x student / doctor x patient or stuff like that ( I think he can prob play both, that boy is a switch )

I think he’s definitively not into hardcore bondage ( sorry ) but doesn’t mind to blindfold you

•edging : giving and receiving

he loves the way he can make you whine and scream when he’s overstimulating you

BUT that is only for pleasure and not for torture

•praise kink: giving and receiving

he thinks it’s somehow important

•biting kink : both giving and receiving

he likes feeling you bite down on his skin when he fucks you

he also loves it when you moan out for him as he nips at your skin

thinks hickeys are sexy ( and tf yes they are )

•so marking kink: giving and receiving ,,

it makes him horny when you give him hickeys out of nowhere

and he loves it when you do it while he makes love to you

but most of time he is the one giving them to you

loves leaving hickeys and little bruises on your hips , neck , collarbones , stomach and thighs ( your whole body should be decorated by his soft lips skjsk )

having hickies and love bites on his neck and collarbones

he loves his back being scratched

likes seeing the scraches on his back in the mirror

oh my gosh imagine what it looks like when he takes a shower ,, the water cascading over the red marks omg help me I’m-

since I think he likes thighs ( idk why but yea)

•THIGH RIDING is a big YES

his muscular thighs!!

he likes it when you wear strockings // it’s so fucking hot

•impreg kink tho it’s so sexy and cute damn <3

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

chan is not picky , he’s a simple guy

the bedroom is perfect

why? because it’s confortable

AND secure , intimate

it’s somehow warm and all

but the rest of the house is ok tho

kitchen ( but very rarely bcs you guys feel like it’s not very hygienic but it happens only when one of you are reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally horny and impatient)

living room : couch , carpet ,, shower sex is one of his fav

bath sex with chan is a concept

he’s not into public places

he wants thing to be confortable and intimate ,, that’s why he prefers doing it at home

Or maybe omg

s t u d i o

one of his fav for sure!!

he loves having sex with you in his studio ,, hot

having you riding him slowly

or cockwarming while he’s working ( arg stop me )

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

kisses by his ears and down his neck

his ears seem to be really sensitive hehe

he really likes when you trace his veins with your fingertips ( it also turns you on , ugh it’s like i’m talking about me *moan * )

seeing you in his clothes really turns him on aswell

when you stroke his hair , like when you’re sitting on his lap and run your fingers through it , pulling at the strands a little ( goosebumps kskjs)

but ngl he can get turn on by you whatever you do lmaao

just smile , just breath , boy is turn on ( jk .. unless ahah)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that involves bodily matter or fluids that are not sperm or vaginal fluid

he does not like degradation , it’s a big NO !

He would never ever degrade you! He likes and respect his girl too much to talk down to her ,, chan is a gentleman . He expects you to treat him the same btw

AH!! sharing you sexually . Don’t even think about it

things like threesomes and all, aren’t his thing

anything that involves violence too

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he f loves it when you go down on him kissing him from his neck all along his collarbones , abs ,, running your hands on his torso

it pleases him to hit the back of your throat ,, but stay careful to not hurt you

he loves the sight of you inbetween his legs

he likes threading his fingers through your hair ,, pulling at it a little

but my man chan is one of the few blessings on this planet

he equally loves both : giving and receiving

he likes pleasuring you ,, looking at you from between your legs seeing you rolling your eyes in the back of your head , throwing your head back

seeing the way your eyesbrows frown , biting you lips

seeing how you clunch at the sheets , and pulling at his hair ,,making him moans at the sensation and at how sexy you look like

oof this is so sexy I want to disapear helpsk

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

he can be rough y’know not really hard and fast but yea it depends of his mood

he is the one controlling the pace

even when you ride him , he’d place his hands on your waist/ hips to guild you

but I think he’s more into sensual things

he’d be slow and sensual

really slow when he wants to tease the sh^t out of you

he’d be gentle obv

y’know into vanilla sex

Idk why people think he seems to be into really rough things but I DON’T THINK it’s actually the case

my babie is so soft behind all those muscles uwuuuu

Q= Quickie ( Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex and how often? )

No, quickies mainly have to be done in a risky area and that freaks him out so no

plus he hates feeling rushed.

he’s not the biggest fan but he def. won’t turn you down if you suggest it

he won’t push you away for sure

He finds it kinda hot because it mainly means you are needy for him.

Would rather have proper sex. He likes taking his time so quickies aren’t ideal.

On the very unlikely occasion he’d go for a quickie it would definitely have to be in a place he would never get caught

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He is not that risky, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or to get caught in a sexual act

He has his own boundaries

He is prob open to try new things

he just needs to be convinced first but mainly just to tease you. He wants you to give him reasons

ngl i think he doesn’t know a lot of different kinks and stuffs so he is probably quite open for experimenting ,, curious boy

As long as none of them involve pure pain and violence he’s good.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

I don’t think I really need to write something for this one? He has a good stamina and can last a long time. I think he starts really slow at the beginning and then uses more force and speed after a while .

SO all night bcs of his crazy stamina , I mean he is pretty athletic so , but again DEPENDS of the day and mood

making love all night , taking his sweet time my fucking heart is beating so fast omgg

doesn’t get tired easily i think ; I mean boy can’t even fall asleep irl

BUT don’t get me wrong he can go for rounds but makes time to appreciate your presence and enjoy having conversations with you , y’know?

So prob tried to not go too crazy bcs he wants to spend time with you afterwards get me

If i have to say the numbers of rounds i’d say 3-5 rounds max . Again , it would depends on his mood and pace

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Definitely NOT a toy user

he’s not into it at all

a vibrator is what he will use ONLY if you ask him to ( I think you must really insist if you want it )

he def prefers tease you with his fingers , cock but not objects

it’s skin against skin for him ,bye.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

lmao we all know he is a fcking tease

sometimes , I think it comes to him naturally and it’s apart of his personality

he finds it so cute when you’re frustrated ,blushing and super shy ahah ( my body is burning just thinking about him teasing skjls)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

L O U D.

I mean , please listen to 3RACHA songs , he’s pratically moaning ( that’s so sexy tho *moan*)

deep , or high pitched ( lord help me ) soft grunts

moans , groans , breathy moan ( does not scream that’s it )

please just imagine when he’s getting close and makes those sounds

( i’m the one horny rn , brb imma fix my problem lmao )

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he loves to hold your hand while you two are having sex ( uwu I’m so in love )

enjoys strip teases. Whether it’s giving or receiving ( lord , imagine him getting rid of his clothes slowly and looking straight into your eyes , biting his lips .. I’M NOT OKAY!!)

loves it when you hold his head while he gives you oral , pulling at his locks

fucking loves buying cute and sexy ( not vulgar ones) lingerie sets for you

not necessarily for sex , he just loves admiring the way you look in black or red lingeries ( or even pastel colors )

he just lives for the moments when you dress up for him , only for him

like knowing he’s the only one who sees

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

long and thick. veiny

6-7 inches

( please i just took a ruler to look at the length , the way i moaned i’m-)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

normal?, average. 1-3 times a week

but he doesn’t need to have sex every week to stay satisfied

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

depends on how long you two were having sex

of course after a proper after care.

but would rather hold you for a moment , talking with you , making you laugh and smile. It means a lot for him , want to enjoy the warmth of your bodies against each other.

c u d d l e to sleep. uwu cute

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his smile is colder than you remember. or maybe it’s his eyes. his once vibrantly warm brown eyes now look a little dead.

“tooru, hi!” you chirp nervously, looking around the large cafe like there might be more people to recognize while you grip the hot cup of tea in your hands tightly despite the way it was beginning to burn your palms through the sturdy paper. “when... when did you get back from argentina?”

he doesn’t respond at first, gaze penetrating your face, and you can’t tell if he’s trying to take in your aged features or make you uncomfortable. you figure it’s the latter when you start to squirm and only then does he look satisfied enough to speak.

“i’m just visiting for a few weeks. needed a break. how have you been?” he asks kindly, but something in his tone is just a little bit off. strained even.

“i’ve been... i’ve been good, actually,” you mutter, huffing a tiny laugh as you realize that it feels true for once. “just got my dream job, so things are probably going to get hectic pretty soon, but i’m excited, you know? it’s what i’ve been working for for years.”

oikawa looks like he wants to smile—a real, genuine smile where the corners of his eyes wrinkle slightly and his cheeks flush a pretty pink from how wide it is and his face eases up just a tiny bit—but he hesitates, biting his lip instead.

“that’s amazing, (y/n),” he says, and try as he might, he can’t hide the affection coating his words. “i’m so proud of you. we, we should celebrate. i know you must’ve worked hard for it, so let me treat you.”

your cheeks warm at the offer, nodding happily. maybe things aren’t as tense as you thought.

“that would be great! how long are you here for? we should make sure it isn’t too close to your leaving day so you don’t stress—“

“babe!” a voice calls suddenly, and you perk up immediately at its familiarity.

you turn in search of the person, and you can’t help the grin you shoot them. you wave frantically before holding up a finger to indicate that you would be just a few minutes more. they nod in understanding, and you watch as they point in the direction of a corner where you can see your things and theirs lying on top of a booth. making sure you see, they wait until you nod in confirmation, smiling one more time, before they head in the direction of the table.

your smile shrinks slightly as they walk away, but the fondness doesn’t. shaking your head as if to rearrange your thoughts, you turn back to oikawa.

his eyes are dead again, but they aren’t looking at you anymore. instead, they follow your partner as they move through the crowd of people in the cafe. then he scoffs softly, and he returns your gaze.

“so you really did it, huh?” there’s a bite in the way he says it, and you gasp softly at his change in demeanor.

it reminds you of the bitter, insecure boy you met in middle school. the boy you saw wandering the halls with a fake air around him, one of confidence and power. the boy who looked like he would crack if you stared at him too long, if you bothered to try to get to know him more than he allowed. the boy he was around you before you fell in love.

“did what?” you ask cautiously.

he scoffs again, and now his lips are pulled back in that domineering, sugary sweet grin he developed in high school. you hate that grin.

“you moved on.”

and it hits you like an icicle to the heart, the coldness of his voice.

“yeah. isn’t that,” you trail off before starting again. “you told me to, tooru, so i did. what’s wrong with that?”

you want to throw your tea when he scoffs once again, like you’re stupid for not understanding why he’s acting so weird.

“there’s nothing wrong with that,” he says. “it’s just funny, is all. weren’t you the one who said you would never let go?”

the cup in your hand caves slightly as your grip squeezes tighter around it. the liquid inside splashes over the edge just a little, and you hiss when it lands on your thumb.

“that... that was a long time ago. before you left,” you say, and you hate that it sounds like you’re trying to justify some wrongdoing because you haven’t done anything wrong.

“i know. i just figured you’d actually stick to it. i, i just, i guess i should have known you wouldn’t stick around.”

the cup crushes in your hand, but this time, you don’t feel the sting of the tea meeting your skin. your mind races too much.

he’s doing that thing he used to do in high school, you realize, when he was hurt but didn’t want to confront it. the thing where he would say things, things he didn’t mean, so that he could hurt you in the same way he was hurting. the thing he didn’t always realize he was doing. he just desperately wanted to be the one with the upper hand, and as much as he cared about people, he cared about protecting himself more.

you’d fallen victim to that thing a number of times back then when you knew that he needed the support to get through it. he just needed someone to care enough to help him. you could understand him then. but now...

now you didn’t understand him at all.

“no,” you spit out, and he jumps at the way the cup crumbles in your hands, and he jumps again when he hears the frustration in your voice.

“no, you don’t get to be mad at me when you’re the one who decided to leave. i was willing to come with you and support you and stay by your side, but it was you that told me not to. and still! still, i said i would wait for you, until you were ready to have me again, but there were no calls, no messages, no letters, no nothing!

“and i saw you, on your socials! you looked happy. happier than you ever did here. you looked so happy, and you looked like, like, you looked like you had moved on. from japan, from the past, from... from me... so yeah, i figured it was time i did the same, because if you were happy, than i was happy. that’s all i ever wanted for you, tooru, and you were, so it seemed fitting that i let go.

“but i refuse to be made to feel bad when this is what you said you wanted from me! i spent months wondering if i made the right choice when i let you get on that plane all alone, if there was more that i could have done to make you realize how much i cared, and supported you, and loved you! and i’ve finally realized that i did enough! that we just weren’t meant to be. i moved on because you did. because i was ready to.

“so no, tooru, you don’t get to be upset about how everything played out. you don’t get to be upset with me.”

your chest is heaving by the time you’re finished. it almost hurts to breathe, but you don’t have time to think about that because the noise of the cafe surges back into your ears. you look around, suddenly embarrassed about your outburst, but you’re relieved to see that no one is focused on your words. they’re all frantic about your hands and the tea that spilled to the floor, steam still floating up from the puddle that formed at your feet.

except oikawa. his cheeks are that pretty pink you used to love, and his mouth is opening and closing like a fish. he’s staring at you with those same dead eyes, but for a second, you think you see something flicker in them. he opens his mouth, this time looking like he’s going to say something, but before he has the chance, another distressed voice cuts in.

“oh my gosh, love, your hands!” your partner yelps, suddenly by your side, fumbling clumsily as they throw your things over their shoulder so they can tend to you. “oh gosh, um, excuse me, can you grab some of those napkins for us, please?”

they’re talking to oikawa, who seems to blink out of his daze just then before grabbing a handful of napkins to give them.

your partner taps the napkins across your hands desperately, and they’re holding you so gently and with so much care that you finally feel the burn of the fallen tea. thankfully, the burn isn’t anything too serious, but the skin throbs visibly and aches slightly. your eyes water. they notice.

“hey, no, it’s alright, okay? look at me, love. i’ll get you another one, okay, but first i need to make sure you’re okay,” they mutter to you, eyes darting across your face with worry.

you sniffle, shaking your head instantly, and then you lean heavily into their side. you’re tired and your eyes hurt and your chest feels so tight, and you just want to go home. it’s almost as if they can read your mind because before you can utter the words, they’re mumbling into your hair that they’ll make you some at home instead. they start to guide you to the exit; with every step away from the scene you had made, you feel lighter.

you had loved tooru, all those years ago, and you had wanted him to come back for so long. you’d hoped that one day he would wake up and realize how much you yearned to be with him, or that he should call you just to see how you were. you’d hoped that he would realize he still felt the same way you did. but you could only put up with so much, after being left in the dark for so long, after dreaming for so long, after being disappointed for so long. you realized that now.

you were happy now, even if it wasn’t by his side.

oikawa can see it, the happiness that follows the two of you out the door. he longs for it, but he doesn’t move in pursuit of it. instead, when the two of you are finally out of sight, oikawa allows another scoff to fall past his lips, but this time, tears fall from his eyes as well.

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— from elle ! this was pure pain but in the best possible way ?? like wow 💛anon you are absolutely amazing and talented please this made my heart actually ache oh gosh ;-; you are so so good i don’t think words are enough to describe you aaaaa !! anyways for my addition (under the cut as always), i decided to do a lil flashback before oikawa decided to come back. i was v intrigued by oikawa leaving reader in the dark so this scenario stemmed from that. idk if this will help, but i listened to taylor swift’s i almost do on repeat while writing

notes / warnings : timeskip!oikawa x gn!reader, scenario, angst, wc: ~1k (perhaps my longest margins entry ??)

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Twenty-seven.

You’ve reached out to him twenty-seven times today. This included calls, text messages, and voice memos.

They were always sweet; always checking up on him, asking how he is, if he’s getting along with his new team, if practice was tiring, if he was taking care of himself. You always thought of him first, put him above yourself. Oikawa knows it shouldn’t be that way, but the small, selfish part of himself couldn’t help but love it. Him being oceans away didn’t seem to change that.

The front door shuts just as his phone lights up, your name appearing on the lock screen. The heart by your name taunts him, reminding him of what once was. Oikawa’s eyes scan over your text message, tears pricking at the corners. He’s unsure if it’s from the brightness of the screen contrasting with the darkness of his apartment, or your words. Possibly both.

[ y/n <3 : it’s getting late over there, i hope you’re getting some rest. take care… ]

Oikawa bites his lip, closing out the notification as soon as he finished reading, immediately regretting it. His lock screen is still a picture of the two of you, mocking him. But if he shut his eyes tight enough, he could almost imagine it.

The pale blue sky, the sun shining down on the two of you, the cool breeze blowing through his hair, the smile that spread across your face, the faint pink flush on his features, his arm around your shoulders, the way you leaned into his touch. Your presence is warmth, your eyes brought him comfort, your hand resting on his cheek gave him peace.

His phone pings again, snapping Oikawa out of his trance. Another message.

[ y/n <3 : i love you. ]

Twenty-nine.

Twenty-nine calls, texts, and voice messages. You’ve reached out to him twenty-nine times today. Yesterday you reached out to him thirty-five times. Last week it was at fifty.

But Oikawa Tooru didn’t answer a single one.

A sigh leaves him, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. He doesn’t bother turning the lights on, the quiet sounds of his shoes hitting the wooden floor fill the room. Oikawa’s steps are slow, like each one physically pained him to take. Nighttime was always the hardest to bear, the most difficult to resist. It’s when the temptation to call you is at its peak.

Oikawa stands in front of his living room window, hands in his pockets. The view of the city never failed to take his breath away; bright lights from the buildings that towered over the hundreds of people on the street, their nights only beginning as they hopped from one bar to another. Practice was too much today, his body beaten and bruised from the long hours of setting, receiving, blocking, and serving. There’s a strain in his muscles that he can’t shake off, and if it weren’t for that he would have been part of the city nightlife too.

Nights are the hardest. He doesn’t have volleyball or his teammates to keep him occupied. He’s not dancing his heart out with strangers who vaguely recognize him, music blaring in his ears, taking pictures to post on social media the very next day. Night are the hardest because his mind always leads him to you.

Midnight for him meant that it was midday for you. Have you eaten yet? How is work treating you? Are you getting along with your coworkers? …did you think of him like he always thought of you? Questions that he could have the answers to within a few seconds; all he had to do was reach for his phone, look for your name — the only one with a heart next to it, and press the call button.

Instead, Oikawa reads through your texts. The ones where you ask him how he’s doing, the ones where you quickly summarize your day, the ones where you tell him you love him. His heart flutters before it aches, the grip on his phone tightening.

His heart has always belonged to you, Oikawa knew it from the very day you met. He knew it when he confessed. He knew it when he asked you to be his. He knew it as you went on dates, as you celebrated anniversaries. He knew it through every fight, in every kiss. He knew it when he got on the plane that took him miles away from you.

Oikawa also knew you deserved better than him. He knew you deserved someone present; someone who could be there with you, physically. Clearly, he can’t be the one to do that anymore. This is for you. At the end of it all, what he’s doing is for you. Maybe it would make everything easier. You’d think he’d move on. You’d hate him. It’s for the best, right?

He hopes he’s wrong, but Oikawa persists anyways.

Out of sight, out of mind. Isn’t that how the saying goes?

It was much more difficult than Oikawa thought it would be; after all, you’re probably just as stubborn and persistent as he is. His phone lights up, signalling a new text.

[ y/n <3 : i really hope you’re okay, tooru. ]

This makes thirty.

He bites the inside of his cheek, a futile attempt to stop the tears that streamed down his face. A choked up noise leaves the back of his throat, surprising himself. He could have ended both his and your pain, all he had to do was type out a reply.

But the flurry of contradicting emotions stop him from doing so. Oikawa wants you to live your life, to move on, to forget him, to be happy without him. At the same time, he wanted you to wait for him, with open arms and that smile he loved.

His fingers move on their own, slowly but surely, as quiet sobs raked through his entire body.

[ i’m always going to love you. ]

Oikawa almost sends it. But he doesn’t.

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