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poguesholland · 3 years

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Tom x fem!reader where Tom post the photo of him and Zendaya and they arent public and reader is feeling insecure seeing everyone ship them and thinking it’s confirmed especially with the call me and z calling him and maybe some angst like a fight Bc Tom doesn’t think it’s a big deal and reader gets frustrated and HHarrison or JUST one of his friends or brothers has to explain why she mad and it ends in fluff

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“Y/N, did you wish Zendaya a happy birthday yet?” Tom speaks up through a mouthful of cereal, his phone in the hand that wasn’t holding his spoon. He was seated at the kitchen island while you put away some dishes. “Oh! I totally forgot! I’ll text her right after I’m done, did you?” You reply, rubbing your forehead in disappointment as to how you could forget. “Yes, and not to brag, but I posted what soon seems to be my most liked post” He jokes and you laugh, shaking your head because of Tom’s childish antics.

Once you were done with the dishes, you texted Zendaya wishing her a happy birthday to which she replied and thanked you profusely. You opened instagram, checking Tom’s ‘most liked post’ out of curiosity. It was a mirror picture of Tom and Zendaya where Tom had his ‘serious’ face on as he wore the Spider-man suit while Zendaya rests her head on his shoulder.

The caption said ‘My MJ, have the happiest of birthdays. Gimmie a call when your up xxx’ and Zendaya replied by commenting ‘Calling now♥️’. You weren’t the jealous type but as you scrolled through the comments of Tom’s post, you felt an ache your heart for some reason.

“Did they just confirm it?”

“Does that mean Y/N’s gone already?”

“He should be with Zendaya not that other bitch”

“Omg ‘My MJ’ I cant”

Obviously, you were aware that everyone shipped Tom and Zendaya. So when Tom and you announced that you were dating, the amount of hate you got was unbelievable. It took a toll on your mental health and Tom could see that. But eventually, the hate was less and less, until now.

You loved Zendaya. But you didn’t understand why Tom would caption a post so intimate with an even more intimate caption. It would only make people hate on you more and think that Tom left you for Z. It’s not his fault but he could have been more considerate of your feelings or how this would impact you.

Tom walks into your bedroom to see you sitting on the bed, scrolling through your phone as silent tears spilled down your cheeks. “Guess what- Hey, hey, hey. What happened? What’s the matter, Darling?” Tom rushed to your side, immediately feeling worried that anything might have happened to you. He sat on the floor next to the bed, taking a hand of yours in his.

You sniffle, quickly wiping your tears away as you try to hide your phone screen. “I’m fine, S’nothing”. Tom notices your phone and looks at it before looking at you. “No you’re not fine, there’s something that obviously made you cry and I hate seeing you upset, my love”.

“Tom it’s fine, just drop it” You huff before accidentally dropping your phone on the floor. You rush to pick it up but you were too late as Tom picks it up, to see that you were scrolling through the comments of his post. “Tom! Give it back!” You yell in frustration but Tom gets up, scrolling through your phone as he ignored you. He looks up to meet your eyes, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as he sits on the foot of the bed next to you.

“Y/N, are you jealous because of the post?” Tom asks, sounding like he couldn’t believe the audacity. “No” You responded quietly but Tom raises his eyebrows and you let out a huff of air. “I don’t feel like talking right now” You let out, voice cracking. Whenever things began to get intense in a conversation or fight between you and Tom, one of you would sometimes press pause on the whole thing until you were calm enough to have this conversation later. That was what you were trying to do but evidently, Tom wasn’t having it.

“Are you jealous?” He repeats, phone still clutched tightly in his hand. He couldn’t believe how after all this time you were jealous of his friendship with Zendaya, his best friend. You bite your lip to suppress your cries, sniffling quietly as if to tell him to stop. “You have got to be fuckin’ with me, Y/N” You hear him say and you look at him, not expecting that.

He shakes his head in frustration and you look at him in disbelief, “Excuse me?”. “Are you seriously crying over this?”. This was so unlike Tom, this was never how one of the both of you reacted to seeing the other upset. You stay quiet, not wanting this to blow up more than it would if you replied. “No answer me, are you actually crying over this?” Tom pushed, speaking as if he were mocking how silly you were to be upset.

That was the last straw for you. “What the hell is wrong with you!” You burst, snatching your phone from his grip. “Yes, I’m fucking crying over this because have you seen the comments? Have you seen what people are saying about me, how much they’re hating on me? Not to mention that you were practically feeding it with you ‘Call me when you’re up’, what the hell Tom?” Your voice falters in the last few words you spoke as you yell at your boyfriend.

“Feeding it? Have you gone crazy? Now I’m not allowed to tell my friends to call me on their birthdays?” Tom shouts in frustration as you shake your head. “Don’t make it seem like I’m just this jealous girlfriend Tom, it’s not about someone calling you on their birthday and you know it” You lower your voice. He wasn’t about to turn this around and make you look fucking paranoid.

Tom gets up from the bed, running his hands through his hair as he lets out a deep breath. “I cant do this right now, honestly. I don’t know if you’re getting your period or you’re just looking to pick a fight but this is crazy” Tom speaks lowly, not even looking at you. You get up from the bed and he turns to meet your gaze, and you see that he really believed what he was saying.

“You’re a dick” You speak up and Tom looks shocked at the sentence that leaves your mouth. You don’t even grab your phone before you’re leaving your shared room, putting on your shoes and taking your car keys then leaving your apartment with a slam of the door. Once you’re in the car, you immediately drive off and try to hold back your tears.

Finding yourself driving to Harrison’s apartment, you park outside then knock on the door. Harrison open and a confused look takes over his face at the sight of your puffy one. “Y/N? Are you okay? What’s going on? Come in, it’s freezing outside, what the hell are you doing wearing a short-sleeve in this-” He rambles but as soon as you step in, you muffle a sob into the palm of your hand and Harrison shuts up.

“Oh god, c’mere” He ushers and pulls you into his embrace as you cry into his chest. “I’ll call Tom-”. You immediately pull away with tear streaked cheeks, “No, please don’t, please Haz, I don’t wanna see him please” You beg and he nods then shushing you to calm you down. Somehow, between your cries, you tell Harrison what happened after he asks you and he shakes his head. “What the hell did you do, Tom?” Harrison mumbles to himself as you’re brought back against his chest and crying once more.

After you’re too tired to cry any more, Harrison leads you to the guest room and gives you some blankets. He goes to make you some tea and some biscuits to snack on, then brings them to you in bed. “C’mon just drink up and eat a bite of something then rest for a bit” He speaks up and you nod, not having the energy to do anything else. “Thank you” You let out as he reaches the door, and he nods.

You drink the tea and eat some biscuits before you feel yourself beginning to doze off, and so you let yourself rest. Only to wake up to the sound of Harrison yelling on the phone. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Your girlfriend is fucking crying her eyes out here, mate!” and you immediately notice that he’s talking to Tom.

“Haz, I don’t know what to do. I got so mad but I just don’t understand why she was so upset” You hear Tom on the phone and your heart physically hurt. “It’s because she’s spent half of this relationship dealing with the bullshit that people say to her, the hate, the comparisons and the rumors. It’s not about Zendaya, it’s about the fact that you didn’t have to say that in front of the whole internet so they’d assume you had broken up. Check the comments Tom, they’re fucking horrible, the poor girl can’t take all of this along with you calling her a jealous girlfriend.”

Getting up from the bed, you wash your face in the bathroom before noticing that it was now 8pm. You had napped for almost 5 hours. That was a long nap. You open the door and walk towards the living room, Harrison quieting down once he saw you. “I have to go all right? You gotta wise up man” He huffs before ending the call. You don’t ask if it was Tom because both of you already know that you know it’s him.

“Look who’s finally awake” Harrison jokes and you let out a small smile. You got to make some coffee for yourself and Harrison doesn’t speak, unsure if you’re in the mood to talk. You pour the coffee into the mug before turning around to face him, the quiet almost driving you crazy. “Did you bring your phone?” Harrison asks and you shake your head. “Do you wanna watch something on Netflix?” He asks and you nod, both of you heading to the couch.

Harrison puts on ‘How to lose a guy in 10 days’ as per your request and you bury yourself in blankets. Halfway through the movie, the doorbell rings and Harrison gets up to see who’s at the door. You don’t hear anything except for the door shutting and a hushed conversation between Harrison and the mystery guest.

Footsteps towards the living room are heard before your eyes meet his. Tom. He looked like he’d been crying, face puffed up and hair all over the place probably from running his hands through it one too many times. But he looked nothing compared to how hurt you looked. Your eyes were bloodshot and complexion was so pale compared to how you normally glowed. Once he sees the state you’re in, his shoulders slump and he feels the guilt seeping into his chest knowing he made you like this.

Harrison walks in and sees the two of you holding your gazes, patting Tom on his shoulder before leaving into his room to give you two some privacy. “I was worried sick about you, you left your phone and disappeared for 5 hours” Tom let’s out quietly. You don’t respond. He walks closer to the sofa and takes a seat next to you, almost wincing at how you pulled your legs closer to your body. He looks at his feet, trying to compose himself before his eyes meet yours once again.

“I am so sorry” Tom breaths out, the tears building up in your eyes. “I was a dick. I shouldn’t have called you jealous or tried to make you feel bad about feeling upset. God, I didn’t even think to listen and I- I have no excuse. I am so sorry, Darling.” You see tears fighting to escape his eyes too while his voice sounds broken. “I didn’t think about what you were going through, how much hate you had to deal with all on your own. I should’ve been there for you, instead I got mad at you and I’m sorry, I am so sorry” He repeats for the third time, voice cracking. He had no better way of saying it, he really was sorry.

Tears escape your eyes as you avoid his gaze, taking in everything he said. Tom’s hands reach to wrap around your hands and you want to give in to his touch, but you don’t know what to think. “You called me crazy for being upset” You quietly let out, interrupting the silence. Tom feels a rush of hurt fill his chest at the sound of your broken voice. His thumb rubs circles on your hand and you try not to feel comforted by it, but you do.

“I fucked up, I know it, I fucked up really badly. I’m sorry I didn’t try to listen, I’m sorry I got mad, I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding and I’m sorry I let you leave.” He apologizes profusely, moving closer to you as you finally turn to face him. “I promise it won’t happen again, I’ll listen like I should have, I’ll be better but please I- I cant lose you Y/N. I love you so much and I’m so sorry” He repeats again and again, a few tears escaping his eyes.

You nod lightly and Tom sighs, “C’mere Darling”. He pulls you into his lap, arms wrapping around his neck tightly as you buried your head in his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist. His hand rubs your back to try and calm you down. “I love you so much, yeah?” He breathes into your hair and you nod lightly, “I love you too”. He kisses the back of your ear before you pull away to rest your forehead against his.

So many unspoken words are understood when you both look into each other’s eyes, knowing that Tom was really sorry and that he meant what he said. He leans in to leave a light kiss on your lips and you kiss him back. “Sorry I called you a dick” You say and Tom chuckles. “S’All right, love, kinda agreed with you then” and you smile lightly, hugging him once more.

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daverygalskisbff · 3 years

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could we get some allura & lance friendship prompts? i LOVED your other ones btw 💖💖💖💖

HI I'm sorry this took forever I have honestly no idea why bc I adore these two and I ADORE this prompt so my brain should not have shut down the way it did. anywayz to make up for the wait i tried to make this a bit longer than my usual posts :) I hope you like it!

(also, as usual, everything here I came up with myself, and if there's any similarity to someone elses post I apologise and promise it wasn't intentional)

now without further ado,

Lance and Allura!

similar to lance and pidge, the two are decidedly Not close in the beginning

i had an entire thing about how i imagine they became friends at first written out, but it was a tad too long and i didn't want to clog up the post with too much exposition. so instead, let's just skip forward and get into their dynamic after they become buddies :) (however, if anyone wants to see the backstory I would not be opposed)

although he no longer has a crush on her, lance makes it a point to hype her up as much as he possibly can

at first allura was confused, because she thought it was him trying to flirt with her still, but once she understood what was going on she was more than willing to join in

lance when allura completely destroys the training droid: WOWZA ladies and gentlemen of the jury may I present to you the icon the legend the moment herself her royal highness princess allura of altea!!!!! if you thought that was impressive just WAIT till she gets warmed up because this is just the beginning!!! she can even do it in heels-

shiro: lance, please focus, this is really important that we-

allura: no no, shiro, please. let him finish.

they both show their friendship in slightly different ways. lance's way is that he is physically incapable of not humouring the princess

allura when lance shows her his cartwheel: incredible!!!!!!! i have never been more impressed in my life!!! do you think you could do it in heels??

lance: uhhh. y'know princess I'm really loving the faith, but-

allura: :)?

lance:.... what if you don't have my size?

lance fractured his ankle. allura has yet to stop apologising.

allura's way is definitely safer, but it's also a lot more... cluttered. to say the least.

allura, returning from a recon mission with a tiny bag filled with what looks like tiny, glittery dinosaur figurines made of glass: lance! look at what i bought for you!

lance, taking one look at the contents of the bag: wow, 'lurra, this is… so nice of you

allura: lance, are you. are you crying?

lance (definitely crying): what? NO! of course not!! I'm just. allergic, to. uh. oxygen.

allura: what.

allura never had any siblings back on altea, but she always wanted them

this, paired with how much lance misses his own family, means that the two of them kind of gravitate towards each other in terms of siblinghood.

as a child allura would imagine what it would be like to have siblings, but especially a twin. she would fall asleep to dreams of secret handshakes, finishing each other's sentences, and swapping places to trick people

she doesn't realise the brother she has found in lance until a long time after they've become close (how would she recognise a dynamic she has never been privy to?)

this realisation happens on just a random day in the castleship lounge. she is talking to hunk, when suddenly lance, who she didn't even realise was listening to their conversation, butts in and finishes her sentence.

she's annoyed at being interrupted at first, but then what happened sinks in, and suddenly she's fighting off tears. lance doesn't know why she's crying, but he hugs her anyway.

the two of them match accessories a lot

with allura's love of pretty things (and the abundance of stuff in her closet) paired with lance's natural dramatics, nobody else on the team is entirely sure of whether this is intentional or not.

it started off as intentional. it is now second nature.

one decision, however, was completely planned and thought out for exactly twenty minutes, and then deeply regretted by both parties for the next 48 hours

allura pierced lance's ears

now before you get judgemental, you try making a smart decision at two am space-time while very giddy and slightly buzzing on some weird old alien candy that not even your resident alien is sure the ingredients of. then talk to me.

pidge: okay so you're gonna need a needle, ice, and… yeah I'm pretty sure that's it

lance: don't we need a potato too

pidge: … why the fuck would you need a potato

lance: I dunno!!! my sister pierced her friend's ears one time and she mentioned a potato!!! I'm just trying to make sure everything goes well, pidge!

allura: I love these earth customs you two are showing me!! when I got my ears pierced it was done with some kind of laser, but your way sounds much more fun :).

allura: also, what is a "potato" and where can we find one?

it goes about as well as you would expect

the excited buzz on lance lasts about three ticks into the process, and then the screaming starts

pidge (the genius who came up with the idea) gives him some altean taffy to chew on to stop him from making too much noise, and allura, the angel, is babbling right along with him

allura, with tears in her eyes: how was I supposed to know it was going to hurt mine didn't hurt well it was 10,000 years ago and I was very young altean children don't have very strong pain receptors you know, maybe that's why my parents had it done at that age, or maybe your people are just completely barbaric, who thought this would be a good idea?? pidge why did you suggest this poor lonce is in tears lonce I'm so sorry but if it's any consolation at all at least now your ears won't be nearly as hideous as before and you can borrow as many of my earrings as you want except for the sparkly green ones that dangle those are my favourite well they're actually my second favourite I'm wearing my favourite - you can't borrow those either, by the way, but you can have any of the others I promise

lance, also crying and still chewing the altean taffy: hhb, llura yub domf hoff do bologuys, ss long'ss yub sanstsd thu niddle frst

allura (who did not remember to sanitize the needle), now crying freely: I don't understand what you're saying

(pidge records the entire thing)

the next day lance wakes up with ears that are very sore and slightly green, and allura faints

they spend the entire morning avoiding shiro in case they get in trouble and trying to figure out how to get the healing pods to work

lance: what do you mean you don't know allura you literally lived in one of these

allura: I was asleep the whole time!!! don't put this on me!!

lance: don't put- you are the one that pierced my ears, allura, of course it's on you!

coran, who has been watching this entire interaction in silence: oh, I thought i noticed something different about you, number three!

lance and allura: [screaming]

coran helps them set up the healing pod

unfortunately lance has to take the earrings out, so the holes close back up, but fortunately coran just so happens to know how to pierce ears the correct way that they did on altea

lance, after half a day in the healing pod, watching coran advance upon him with a literal handheld flamethrower that shoots lasers: is it too late to go back to the ear infection

coran is surprisingly very adept at the skill of altean beautification (an activity that has a surprisingly long and rich backstory, which lance and allura get an in-depth lesson on for the hour that it takes to do lance's ears properly)

they're exhausted afterwards, but lance looks great, so they're in good moods regardless

they like to teach each other about things from their respective planets - both for fun, and because it helps them feel less homesick

whenever allura is particularly down about the loss of altea, lance will visit her in her room, and the two of them will just lie together on her bed.

they don't say much, most of the time, just link their pinkies together and stare at the ceiling

when they do talk, it's quiet, and always allura who starts it - she might share something she remembers about altea, and lance listens quietly and then responds with something he misses about cuba

it isn't always sad tho - sometimes they just talk about things they remember that pop into their heads, or explain things to each other that they wouldn't otherwise know

at the space mall, they make a game out of pointing things out to each other and trying to guess what it is (allura can only guess when they're in the earth shop, but it's okay because she more than makes up for it in enthusiasm)

lance, holding a my little pony collectible: okay princess. what is this.

allura, completely serious: a weapon

lance: ... close

allura, holding up a set of magnetic heart necklaces to the light: what does… "biffs" mean?

lance: it's "bffs," princess, it means "best friends forever"

allura: oh! you mean like me and you?

lance:

lance: 'lurra what did we say about making me cry in public, we've talked about this-

(they buy the necklaces. obviously.)

they mess with each other's hair a lot

once allura learns that lance's hair is naturally curly, and that he just straightens it all of the time, she makes it her god-given mission to convince him to wear it naturally more often

this mission includes plans such as stealing his hair straightener, "donating" a bunch of curly hair products to him because she "doesn't have the space", and getting keith to say he thinks curly hair is cool one day in the rec room

she still thinks it's the funniest thing ever that that actually worked

other than week-long sabotage plots, they both think it's fun to have lance braid allura's hair

he used to braid his sister's and niece's hairs all of the time, so he has a knack for it that allura did not expect at all but is obsessed with anyway

allura, coming to lance's room a few hours before another diplomatic party: hey..... how yall doin.....

lance, already prepared with a million different brushes and bands: oh my god just get in already

lance and allura have a lot in common

one of these things, they learn very early into their relationship, is that they are both disasters when it comes to pretty girls (and boys, but that's a lance-exclusive situation)

so they become each other's wingmen

they both tend to get… a little too into it

the team: [at a diplomatic ball]

lance, seeing a pretty alien girl looking allura's way and "politely" speedwalking over to her: alluralluraalluraalluraalluralluraalluraalluraalluralluraalluraallura pretty girl look over there eleven o'clock LOOK she's gonna walk away looklooklook

allura: lance darling thank you so much for your help but I am in the middle of talking to the president

and alternatively:

allura tries to set lance and keith up all the time. at first she was worried she would be overstepping boundaries, but after one particular sleepover where lance spent an entire hour lamenting his "bad luck" she decided to take things into her own hands

this includes, but is not limited to; sending them on supply missions alone together (often), mentioning particular things lance has done to his appearance to keith every time she can, and talking about specific paladin bonds more than she maybe should

lance hates it

keith, walking into the lounge: h-

allura, immediately: hello keith!! help settle an argument, will you :)?

keith: um… okay

allura: lovely! now, tell me, do you think lance looks cuter today than he did yesterday? we can't seem to agree on whether or by he's stunning or simply handsome. what do you think?

keith: uh-

allura: oh, and while I have you, have you noticed that his ears are pierced?

lance, beet red: allu-

allura: what :(?? can't i be proud of my handiwork??

lance, to keith: I am not associated with her

after a week of this keith literally sets up a system where if allura is in a room he walks into he just does a complete 180 and walks back out

one time, at a diplomatic meeting, an alien politician mistook them for a couple and they both choked on their drinks at the same time, and then got offended that the other one agreed that the concept was insane

allura: what happened to being the princess of your dreams, lance?? I thought I MEANT something to you. obviously! i was wrong!

lance: oh yeah?? then why did you GIGGLE, allura. what's so funny, huh?? my good looks??? my charming charisma?? how far out of your league I am???

allura:

lance: okay maybe that last one was a bit of a stretch

another thing lance and allura do is pronounce each other's names wrong

they call each other lonce and allora

it started as lance kind of making fun of allura's accent, but turned into just one of their Things

allura honestly didn't know it was a bit until the habit had been long constructed

#pippa.post #pippa.canon #vld lance #vld keith #vld allura #klance #vld pidge #pippa.ask #vld shiro #i added klance bc i know you like it gia i hope this was up to your standard <3 #vld coran #vld team

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unbridgeabledistances · 3 years

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ian + mickeys neck (was thinking of the drunk ian fic and wondered if you would be interested in pursuing this idea further?) <3

anon i am CRYING thank u so much for this!!!! i have been feeling like i need to make my contribution to the “mickey’s neck” discourse for a while lmao and this is my opportunity (esp bc ian holding mickey in the 11x12 stills wrecked me)

in the spirit of following up 11x10 i decided to write this based on an amazing post @mickey-millagher made/a prompt that @pombby sent me about ian teaching mickey to swim at a public pool during lockdown at some point early s11- i hope u enjoy<3

(this is the tiniest notch steamier than what i usually write but it isn’t smutty fyi- tw for descriptions of choking😌)

There was no one at the park— the air hung heavy and humid over the empty picnic tables and wooden benches that punctuated the fields of dying grass. As much as people on the Southside were definitely not taking any part of this lockdown shit seriously, it didn’t surprise Ian how silent the public park was— there was still a scarcer number of people out on their stoops or lounging on street corners this summer. Ian guessed that the few people who didn’t think that this was a hoax realized that this COVID shit was serious enough that they couldn’t afford healthcare if they got it, or whatever— but regardless, that meant that this Southside summer was weirdly stagnant somehow, and felt different from the noisy and crowded rhythms of summers past.

It was the late morning, just as the air started heat like a convection oven as the sun rose over the skyline— and Ian had his heart set on teaching Mickey to swim today. The conversation had come up last night at dinnertime, when Debbie was complaining about the heat wave— and they had all started reminiscing about the rickety, tin-sided pool they used to put up in the backyard years ago until Carl had taken a hatchet to it when he was 11 when he was trying to tear it down. Sitting next to Mickey at the kitchen table, thighs pressed where their chairs were scooted close together, Ian had suddenly remembered his words from their road trip to the border, years ago now:

“You could try swimming across the border.”

“I never learned how, man.”

And he’d immediately opened his mouth, not catching the words before they moved from his brain to his mouth, and asked Mickey in the middle of the dinnertime chatter: “Hey Mick, did you ever actually learn to swim?”

It was funny, and arbitrary, and stupid; they were married now, but for some reason this small fact about Mickey, the fact that he used to not know how to swim and by now he might have learned without Ian’s knowledge, made something warm pool in Ian’s stomach. He’d known Mickey, and had been itching to be closer and closer to him, for a full decade—and there were still so many things that he didn’t know. And this was proof, this question that Ian still didn’t have the answer to about some weirdly fundamental aspect of Mickey’s identity— he was always going to want to keep asking things about Mickey. And he was always going to get to.

Mickey had looked him with daggers in his eyes, then flickered a defensive glance at all the smirks growing on Ian’s siblings’ faces. “Fuck you. I was doing plenty of other shit in Mexico, didn’t really get the chance to lounge on the fucking beach.”

Ian had reached under the table and placed a hand on Mickey’s knee—a peace offering, an apology for whatever Mickey-can’t-swim quips Carl and Lip would inevitably think up as a low blow the next time they all butted heads at breakfast time— but as the chatter about backyard pools and heat waves continued at the dinner table, Ian felt an idea stirring.

Which is why the next morning he’d woken his husband up by pressing a tender kiss to his jawbone, both of their skin damp and clammy from the heat in the stuffy bedroom, and whispered into his neck:

“I wanna try something today.”

Mickey’s mind had immediately veered in… other directions, his eyebrows raising in vaguely disappointed disbelief when Ian had explained his idea to go to the public pool and teach Mickey to swim with an exuberant grin on his face; but after some very enticing morning persuasion that had a lot to do with the fact that Mickey was still half asleep while Ian had pressed kisses down his spine and dragged him out of bed and handed him a pair of swim trunks, now they were at the public pool in the nearest park at midday, with Ian leading the way and Mickey dubiously and sleepily straggling behind him.

Ian slid open the lock on the chain-link fence that surrounded the pool, the same pool that was usually crawling with groups of teenagers smoking weed and toddlers in floaties who were sticky with melted ice cream on a summer day like today. And maybe he was just all hopped up on nostalgia, but Ian was feeling cheerful— there was a lightness to the blinding summer sunshine, radiating through him as it pooled on his skin, that made him feel weirdly exhilarated and giddy about teaching Mickey to swim in this grimy Southside pool, just because he could.

“I still can’t believe you never learned how to swim.” Ian said it over his shoulder as he strode through the gate, holding it open for Mickey.

Mickey just flipped him off, following behind him and setting down two towels and the 6-pack of beers he’d grabbed from the fridge as they’d shuffled out the door minutes before. Ian grinned. He knew the beers would be warm and syrupy in minutes—the air was muggy and humid, without any hint of a breeze for relief. Ian could already feel the sweat dripping down the back of his t-shirt; he peeled it off as he walked over the sunwarmed concrete towards the pool’s edge, crumpling the shirt and throwing it on top of the pile with the beers and the towels. Mickey was hesitant, not following Ian to the border of the water just yet.

“Seriously. I can’t count the number of times I was shoved into our bacteria-infested backyard pool when I was a kid. I’m pretty sure that Frank tried to drown me in there at one point.”

Mickey just shrugged noncommittally, his fingers slack around the bottom hem of his shirt and his eyes zeroing in on the pool of water. Ian thought Mickey would say something in reply— but the only sound in the air was the faint shouting of kids playing a basketball game the street over.

Holy shit. Ian had been so buoyant and excited about his nostalgia-fueled idea of going to the public pool on a summer day and teaching his husband to swim, dragging Mickey out of the house without a second thought, that he hadn’t realized it until now— Mickey was scared.

Ian swallowed down the grin that was threatening to overtake his face— one he knew that Mickey would immediately notice and hate, because he it drove him crazy when people gave him shit in vulnerable moments like this, when Mickey couldn’t do something. So instead Ian kept talking, hoping his chatter would loosen some of Mickey’s nerves.

“Didn’t you and your brothers ever go down to the other pool over on Trumbull?”

Mickey met Ian’s eyes then, raising an annoyed eyebrow. “Clearly not.”

And, okay. This was understandably bringing up some childhood shit. Ian tried to snap Mickey out of his head— he strode over to where Mickey was standing, a good six feet from the poolside, and snaked a hand onto the back of his neck, squeezing gently in what he hoped was a grounding and comforting touch that would drain the trepidation from Mickey’s defensive stance.

“One summer Debbie was so afraid of getting drowned at the public pool that she learned how to hold her breath for 4 minutes.” Ian grinned at the memory of Debbie dunking her head in a tub of water in the kitchen, making him and Lip time her. “Honestly, it was probably for the best you never went to the public pool. It was a shit show.”

Mickey scoffed, but the lightness was back in his eyes. “If I knew how to swim back in the day I probably woulda been the one doing the drowning.”

Ian barked out a laugh— and why did he immediately turn back into his 15-year-old self, with a god-awful crush on Mickey Milkovich, whenever Mick said shit like that? He pressed his lips into a smile, squeezing Mickey’s shoulder once more for good measure.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, king of the Southside. You ready to get in the water?” Ian’s hand trailed down from its grasp on Mickey’s shoulderblades, dropping to encircle Mickey’s wrist and guide him towards the water.

Mickey immediately recoiled, yanking his hand from Ian’s hold and taking a step back, squinting and holding up a hand to block the bright rays of sun out of his eyes now that he wasn’t standing in Ian’s shadow.

“Fuck d’you mean? I’m not just gonna fucking hop in there and drown. You gotta show me what to do.”

Ian grinned again, without being able to hold it back. He knew what Mickey was like when he was afraid of something— defensive and grumbly and avoidant to touch. He rolled his eyes. “Can’t really teach you to swim when we’re not in the water, Mick. C’mon.”

Ian walked over to sit on the edge, then slid his torso down into the pool. The water was lukewarm and tepid, barely providing any relief from the sticky air— but it felt nice. Ian let out a little breath of relief from the heat as he waded over to the shallow end. Mickey was still standing by the mound of the towels the ground, watching him warily. Ian raised his eyebrows.

“You coming?”

Rolling his eyes, Mickey aggravatedly pulled off his shirt, tossing it behind him— sunrays bounced off of Mickey’s pale skin, owing mostly to the fact that Mickey had barely left the house in the last few weeks because of their prolonged “honeymoon.” He slowly walked to the very edge of the pool and, in a movement that made Ian’s heart grow ten sizes, hesitantly dipped a toe into the water like a cat trying to paw at something. A corner of Mickey’s mouth flickered downwards almost imperceptibly, a worry line sprouting on his forehead.

“I don’t know, man.”

Ian breathed out a laugh. Leave it to Mickey Milkovich, shit-talking king of the Southside, to be afraid of the shallow end of a public pool. Ian reached out a hand in what he hoped was a comforting gesture, still smiling like a sappy motherfucker at his painfully endearing husband.

“C’mon Mick, just stand here with me first.” Ian was waist-deep in the shallow end, the water pressing against his upper thighs— he knew that at this height the water would be at Mickey’s waist, right where his swim trunks met his hipbones.

Mickey’s brows furrowed from where he was still perched on the concrete lip of the pool ledge, his two feet firmly rooted. “Explain what I gotta do first. To swim, or whatever.”

Ian blew out a breath, still grinning like an idiot. “It’s not that hard, Mick. You just gotta circle your arms and circle your legs. But you have to get in the water first.”

Ian treaded over, pushing through the water to where he could rest his upper arms on the edge of the pool beside where Mickey was standing, staring up at him with what he hoped was a convincingly pleading face. Mickey’s eyes were still fixated on the water, lapping at the pool’s edge from where Ian had rippled through it. And suddenly Ian had an idea.

With a teasing grin, he reached a wet hand out from the water and encircled it around Mickey’s ankle, splattering the concrete with drops of water. Mickey immediately jerked like an electric shock had jolted through his body.

“You gonna come in, or do I have to make you?”

Mickey tried to shake his ankle out of Ian’s grasp, but Ian had hold of him with an iron fist. Mickey leaned over and tried to swat at Ian’s arm without losing his balance on the pool’s edge.

“Cut that shit out right now, Gallagher.”

Ian just grinned, squeezing Mickey’s ankle like he was about to tug him in. “Come on, Mick.”

Mickey’s eyes widened and, just as Ian had imagined he would— he started to freak the fuck out.

“Ian stop that shit right now, I swear to god I will fucking murder you if you—”

They were at the 6-foot marker in the pool, right where it was deep enough for Mickey to stand on the very tips of his toes; and with this knowledge, Ian tugged at Mickey’s calf— causing him to falter, his arms circling like a cartoon character before he lost his balance and crashed into the water on his side.

Ian immediately placed his hands on Mickey’s hips, standing him upright before his head even fell under the water— but Mickey was still sputtering and splashing, like the drama queen that he was. Once Mickey regained his composure and realized he was easily standing on the bottom of the pool, his head bobbing just above the water, he swiftly splashed healthy burst of water into Ian’s face, the chlorine stinging his eyes and nose.

“Fuck you, Gallagher!”

Ian coughed at the water that had shot up his nose, but immediately splashed Mickey back—and then, because there wasn’t any way this whole pool situation was going to go anyways, he and Mickey were immediately engaged in a life-and-death splash battle, circling each other in the middle section of the pool.

Ian was laughing so hard he felt a stitch in his side— and Mickey was finally grinning again, water dripping down his cheeks and clinging to his hair. After a few minutes Ian threw his hands in the air in surrender, the water cresting at his shoulders.

“Truce!”

Mickey splashed one more surge of water at Ian’s chest for good measure, grinning like a kid in a candy store— then he took a step closer to Ian, eyebrows raised.

“Truce.”

Ian beamed down at him, pressing a quick peck to the top of his damp hair. “Sorry for throwing you in the pool.”

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

“But in my defense, it had to happen eventually.”

Mickey shoved him squarely in the chest, taking a step back. “You ruined the fucking truce.”

Ian gave a smug smirk. “Do you wanna learn how to swim, or not?”

Mickey flicked another burst of water at him, just enough to cast a slew of droplets onto Ian’s cheeks. “Alright. Get coaching, Michael Phelps.”

Ian hadn’t really considered how he was actually going to teach Mickey to swim— but it couldn’t be that hard, right? He tried to think back to when Lip had taught him how to tread water, on an equally as sweltering day in the backyard pool, when the yard was packed with lawn chairs and drunk neighbors and smelled of ashy barbeque smoke.

“Okay. So you’ve gotta move your arms in circles, kinda, to stay floating. And your legs too.”

Ian swam over to the deeper end of the pool, just an arm’s length away from where he and Mickey’s feet could touch, and tried to demonstrate how to tread water. “I feel like the easiest way for you to learn is just by doing it. C’mere.”

Mickey looked at him reluctantly, brows furrowed again in an outward display of his bundled nerves. “No fucking way.”

Ian sighed in exasperation. “C’mon, Mick. I’ve got you. I’m not gonna let you drown, you can hold on to me the whole time.”

Mickey raised an eyebrow— but then hesitantly took a step towards Ian, the water reaching up to the bottom of his chin.

“Alright, good. Now step where you can’t reach and try to tread water like I did.”

Mickey stepped forward again, then started to circle his arms under the water— and he was doing great, for a second, before he seemed to get too in his head about the mechanics and started to grit his teeth.

“Little help here, Gallagher?”

Ian grinned and stepped forward. “Here, you can hang onto me.” He stood where Mickey could reach and grab onto his shoulders if he needed to— but Mickey seemed to regain his confidence, and was starting to steadily, if a little bit clumsily, tread water.

He kept it up for a while, until Ian could see that he was overexerting himself— waving his arms under the water with a little too much gusto, brows furrowed and his teeth digging into his lower lip in concentration.

“Mick, you’ve got it. Chill out for a sec.”

Ian reached an arm out, a branch for Mickey to grab on to— because he had been joking before, yes, but he really didn’t want Mickey to fucking drown— and when Mickey grasped onto it, Ian pulled Mickey towards him in the water, kicking backwards so they were suspended in the deeper end of the pool with Mickey clinging to Ian’s neck.

Mickey looked nervous as Ian veered them towards deeper waters, his eyes darting from side to side where they were floating, his fingers digging into the back of Ian’s neck— and Ian smirked at how freaked out he seemed, standing only a few feet from where they could both confidently stand on the tiled pool bottom. But Mickey didn’t resist, or try to propel himself back into the shallower waters— he let himself cling on to Ian, fingers interlaced behind the tops of Ian’s shoulders, as he kept them afloat. Ian laughed softly in a warm, wet gust across Mickey’s cheek. “You okay?”

He could feel the heat radiating off of Mickey’s body, squeezing up close against him— and Ian couldn’t help it, the wave of fondness that came over him as he looked down at where Mickey was pressed against his chest; trusting Ian to keep them above the water, trusting Ian enough to go along with his stupid plan to teach him to swim in a public pool on a random morning just because Ian wanted to. Ian couldn’t help but feel warmth in his stomach at this simple moment, at the two of them bobbing in the pool— at teaching his husband to swim, something Mickey’d never gotten to do as a kid but something that they had the rest of their lives to do together.

“Maybe we could teach Franny to swim next summer. If we have our own place.”

As he said it, Ian hoped that Mickey could see the flood of hopes that he had for them in his eyes— that he wanted a place with a pool, and a balcony, maybe a backyard, and maybe even a fucking garden—he’d always wanted to grow tomatoes. More than anything he wanted to build something sturdy, that could stand up to whatever ground would inevitably shift beneath them in the years to come— he’d been thinking about that a lot these days, especially with all of the pandemic shit that had pulled a rug out from under this entire neighborhood.

Mickey’s gaze flickered up from where it had been boring a panicky hole in Ian’s sternum, meeting Ian’s eyes at the phrase “our own place”— and Ian instantly knew that he got it, that he could see the dreams that Ian was building for the two of them right in front of their eyes. That after months and years of obstacles and chaos and other voices infiltrating their heads, now it was just them— now it was just Ian and Mickey, clinging to each other and drifting through the calm, chlorinated waters.

And maybe it was their proximity, or the intensity Ian knew he was pouring out in his gaze, but instantly the air between them shifted as Mickey looked up— starting to hang heavy like the press of the humidity in the air. Their faces were centimeters apart— and Mickey’s lips parted slightly, his eyes now cast downward at Ian’s lips. Ian could smell the sweet, warm beer on Mickey’s breath, mingling with his own; he looked at Mickey, whose arms were still wrapped around his neck, water dripping down his face from the hair that was fanning over his forehead—and Ian just had to pull him in, had to place a hand in the damp hair at the nape of Mickey’s neck and tug him closer, backing them against the tiled wall of the pool.

Ian could taste the faintest bitterness of chlorine on Mickey’s lips, from the water droplets lingering there, as he took Mickey’s bottom lip between his teeth. Mickey’s hands were still limply wrapped around Ian’s neck, keeping himself afloat— even though Ian had backed them against a wall in the shallow end of the pool again, and Mickey could probably touch his toes to the ground if he wanted to.

Ian raised his hand from under the water, wanting Mickey closer— he pressed a hand to the side of Mickey’s neck, slick with water, and slid a thumb over Mickey’s collarbone, pressing down with the pad of his fingers.

And Mickey gave a little involuntary noise from the back of his throat, sending a jolt down Ian’s spine.

Ian’s hands circling Mickey’s neck was definitely not a foreign concept while they were kissing— it was something they did a lot these days, especially as their hours in bed had taken a turn from the crazed, I-missed-your-body-so-fucking-much sex they were having in the beginning days of being in prison together and those early months after Mickey had gotten released— but both in prison and during this fucking quarantine, they’d gotten a bit more experimental, and a bit more reckless—especially before Ian had gotten his warehouse job and they were still on their structureless “honeymoon,” spending entire days lounging in bed.

It was those days of lazy, languid kisses, after years and years of already knowing each other, that Ian realized that he was maybe a little bit obsessed with Mickey’s neck. He’d always joked about liking Mickey’s legs, and that was true too (if he was being honest, there wasn’t a part of Mickey’s body that didn’t make his blood run hotter)— but the first time Mickey had grabbed Ian’s hand and put it up to his neck while they were tangled together, pressing down until Ian’s hand covered most of his throat, Ian knew that they’d opened Pandora’s fucking box.

By this point, Ian’s hand was pretty much always on Mickey’s neck at some point while they were fucking or even just making out— if he was being totally honest, Ian’s hand was on Mickey’s neck more often than not in lots of contexts these days, once they realized how much they both loved it. But there was something about this current moment, of Mickey wantonly desiring a point of contact there, right now, while they were very randomly and decidedly making out while floating in a public pool on a lazy weekday afternoon, that made Ian’s blood run hotter than usual, and rush quicker through his veins.

Ian let the pads of his fingers creep up the velvet skin of the side of Mickey’s neck, pressing a little deeper, a prelude— he could feel the vibration of Mickey’s heartbeat starting to flutter from where Mickey was still pressed against his chest, still clinging to his neck in the water.

They’d already extensively discussed limits and everything, Mickey would tap his wrist twice if shit got too intense— but even with that in mind, Ian pulled apart from Mickey for a second, trailing ghosts of kisses up the side of his neck and nipping at the underside of Mickey’s jaw. Mickey stretched his neck back and gave a little involuntary sputter of a moan, bubbling out of his mouth before he could stop it. He fisted a hand in Ian’s hair, at the nape of his neck, and leaned forward again to press their lips together with more fervor.

Ian pulled back again, his upper back resting against the concrete lip of the pool. Mickey looked disheveled and wrecked, half-dry chlorine-crusted hair sticking up from where Ian’s other hand had been cradling the back of his head, his blue eyes gleaming and catching the over-bright summer light. Mickey was still clinging his arms around Ian’s neck, holding on— they were in a fucking pool, and Mickey still couldn’t really fucking swim yet— and even though they were standing in a place where Mickey’s toes could certainly touch the ground, the whole thing felt weirdly insular and intimate, like they had to cling to each other.

Mickey raised his eyebrows at Ian, like he was daring him to keep going.

Ian leaned forward, breathing heavily into Mickey’s mouth, but not pressing their lips together yet—and he reached a hand up again, against Mickey’s tender skin. Mickey’s legs were wrapped around Ian’s hips now, locked like a vice to keep himself upright in the water— and he pressed a little harder, gently pulsing at the sides of Mickey’s neck, in tandem with their lips pressing together over and over again as the warm waters surrounded them—the whole thing, the whole combination, made Ian feel indescribably floaty and weird and warm and blissed out; his skin stinging like ice and fire at every point of contact, electricity zapping his nerve endings wherever his fingertips met Mickey’s skin. Mickey fisted his hand harder at the back of Ian’s hair, nodding slightly—and they were definitely not going to fuck here, in the filth of a Southside public pool, but this insular closeness, the knowing what they both wanted to right now, was equally as thrilling and fulfilling to Ian in the moment. He could almost feel his own heart beating, reverberating as it pressed against Mickey’s chest, vibrating straight through Mickey and back to him as they clung to each other in the water.

Mickey’s body was thrumming, letting out little gasps of breath between kisses and touches—and Ian pulled back and dragged his lips down the side of Mickey’s neck, inhaling the sunwarmed skin. Fuck. He was never, never going to get enough of this.

Later, they’d dragged their water-heavy limbs back through the still summer streets to the Gallagher house, their skin pink and their bodies exhausted from soaking up the sun— and they’d collapsed into bed, feeling the dried chlorine coating their skin.

Ian reached a hand up, rubbing a thumb over Mickey’s cheek, their bodies pliant and fatigued— and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Thanks for letting me teach you how to swim.”

Mickey had smirked. “Yup, that was definitely the only highlight of today. Swimming.”

#a fluffy premise AND ian being obsessed with mickey’s neck??#what more could u want #*blows kiss to elias and stella* for u #also yes i did have a word document on my computer titled ‘neck fic’#what about it #ty for the prompt anon this was truly an experience to write #ily<3 #gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless imagine #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian and mickey #ian x mickey #ixm #gallavich fanfiction #cw choking

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paring: namjoon x reader

genre: smut with a hint of plot!

rating: 18+

warnings: unprotected sex (keep it safe), hard dom!namjoon, sub!reader, rough sex, rope bondage, orgasm control, orgasm denial, over stimulation, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), use of toys, use of harness, ice play, degradation, use of whore, praise, pussy slapping, ass play, slight size kink, mentions of alcohol, mentions of masturbation, use of colour system, squirting, cum play, OC crying bc she is so over stimulated, a little aftercare

word count: 7.0k

summary: namjoon found out you had faked an orgasm. to say he wasn’t pleased would be an understatement.

note: thank you hannah @spicykoreantatertots for betareading it, couldn’t have done it without you and also thank you heath @shadowsremedy for your love and support. it really meant a lot! also, everyone at HQ who knows what bed leg means, thank you so much asdjhgj. it’s been sitting for a while but here is the best smut piece i’ve written so far (if you ask me). enjoy!

Prior to your night out, Namjoon accidently found out you faked an orgasm a week ago. He was on your phone, scrolling through the photos the two of you had taken together when your friend texted you at the worst time possible.

Amanda [02:12 PM]

- Did you talk to him about it?

- Does he know you faked it??

And that is the story of how Namjoon found out. He had been angry, of course, but mostly hurt that you would not tell him about it.

The last couple of days, up until the evening out with your friends, Namjoon had been more distant with you. It hurt, you wanted to have him close to you after all. So, you decided to explain to him this morning why you had faked it, and also why you did not tell him about it.

Honestly, it was embarrassing to you. You had been so close to the edge the entire night, your orgasm just around the corner, but something was off. Your mind was not in the right headspace at the time. You could not quite focus on the sex, ending up with faking your orgasm, rather than just telling Namjoon the truth.

He wished you would have just told him. So did you. But in the moment, you made a split-second decision. Even though Namjoon understood that, he still wished you would have just told him.

On your night out with your friends he was his normal self, although, a little bit more touchy than usual in public. The two of you had not had sex for a week, so you did not think much of it. But it was all a part of his plan to remind you to never do something like that again.

You were surprised that Namjoon ordered you to go to the bedroom once the two of you came home, and wait for him there, naked. As you started walking towards the bedroom, he disappeared into the kitchen.

Namjoon came into your bedroom about five minutes later, you were sitting at the edge of the bed, naked. Hands on your knees and eyes low. Not speaking unless you were told to. Just how Namjoon had trained you. He smirked, loving how you did exactly as he told you to. Just like any other night. Except this time Namjoon had some other plans.

Firstly, he went over to your wardrobe and pulled out the rope the two of you had bought a couple of months prior. Choosing the rope over the silk told you he was tying you up for punishment, not reward.

“Lay down, legs spread.” You obeyed his command at once, turning around to crawl up the bed when you heard his voice again, “No no, stay at the edge.”

Laying down at the edge, feet on the floor, you really wondered what Namjoon had in store. No matter how many times the two of you got intimate, you always wanted to cover yourself up while Namjoon was still preparing. While you were nervously waiting for what was about to come. Your hands started moving up but Namjoon caught it as he was untying the rope. He hated when you covered yourself up. Always wanting to have you on display for him and him only.

“Are you really trying to make it worse for you princess?” You put your hands down beside your body immediately, but Namjoon just shook his head. The damage was already done.

“Guess I really do have no other option than to tie you up. Here I was going to give you a chance to be a good girl.” Namjoon had no plans of that whatsoever, however, he loved to play games with you. Letting you think this night could have gone differently, that you had any other options at all under his mercy.

“Hands up,” he spoke, and you did as you were told. Excitement filled your body, sending tingles down your spine and to your core. Taking hold of your hands, he spun the rope around your wrists, just like he had done many times before. Then he tied it and made sure you would not be able to get out of it. He had chosen the longer one of the three ropes the two of you owned, the one that was supposed to be used for full body bondage, originally in order to span the length of the bed.

“Scoot up,” he told you and as always, you listened. You loved being his good girl after all, craving his praise even when punished. Scooting up with your hands above your head proved to be more difficult than you thought and Namjoon chuckled at your struggle. Barely making any progress on the matter he spoke again, “that’s enough princess.” He just wanted to see you struggle, see you be in need of his help.

You felt a tug at your wrist as Namjoon secured the rope around the bed frame, your hands now tied together at your wrist, resting above your head and lastly, tied to the bed frame above you. Satisfied with his work, Namjoon took the second rope that he had placed on the bed in his hands.

“Legs spread.” You did not need to be told twice, breathing heavily as you could not wait until Namjoon would start to play with you. You spread your legs. Pussy now full on display for Namjoon but all you could hear was a disappointed ‘tsk’.

“How am I supposed to tie your feet to the bed posts if you can’t even spread them wide enough for the rope to reach?” At Namjoon’s words you tried spreading your legs even further apart, which you could. Not by much, but at least some. Looking at Namjoon’s face you could see he was still not completely satisfied, although he did not say anything. Namjoon squatted down in order to reach your legs, tying them one by one to the bed posts.

With hands above your head, legs spread, feet tied to the end of the bed, you were in Namjoon’s hands. In this vulnerable position, you felt incredibly exposed but also very turned on by the fact that you were at his mercy. With a smirk, he took off his pants and shirt, getting more comfortable for what he was planning to do with you. You could see his semi hard cock as your eyes landed on his groin area, mouth-watering at the thought of how Namjoon would punish you with it. Namjoon on the other hand, had no plans on giving you his dick tonight, at least not any time soon.

He got on top of you, looking into your eyes as he asked, “colour, words.”

“Green,” you answered him. Knowing that ‘words’ meant you were allowed to speak.

“Good girl.” Namjoon did not say anything after he praised you, which meant he allowed you to be vocal tonight. No holding in moans or pleas. Today, you were free.

You got excited. Usually, you were not allowed to make sounds so early on when the two of you played and you were happy that you did not have to hold anything in. Namjoon saw the happiness in your eyes and he almost turned soft. Cute, she really thinks this is some sort of reward, he thought. Namjoon, after all, knew that the only reason he allowed you to be vocal tonight was because he wanted to hear you beg. Plead for mercy.

And so, with that Namjoon started with the punishment he had planned for you. His fingers trailing up and down your thigh, going a little bit higher each time he brought them upwards, soon almost at your core.

“Fuck… you look so pretty tied up like this,” at Namjoon’s praise you clenched your hole around nothing, his words affecting you and making you crave him. He smirked, looking at your pussy as you tried to raise your hips, with little success, barely moving upwards due to how tightly you were tied down to the bed. Namjoon got up from the bed, now standing in front of you, leaving you exposed and tied to the bed without his warm presence.

“Aww… What is it princess? Are you feeling neglected?” Namjoon teased and you let out a whine as you pouted.

“Yes… please sir, do something,” you plead as Namjoon got down on his knees, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Oh I will princess. Don’t worry about that. You will plead for my mercy before I’m done with you.” Inhaling a sharp breath at Namjoon’s promise you felt yourself start to drip down on the bed sheets as Namjoon watched your pussy, two hands on each of your thighs making their way up to your core.

“Such a messy pussy,” Namjoon commented and you felt your cheeks turn red, clenching once again around nothing, desperately wanting to have something filling you up. Namjoon noticed this and he let out a low chuckle.

“Such a messy whore, can’t wait to get her pussy filled up, can she?” Trying to get any friction at all to your core, you try to close your legs. Without any success of course as Namjoon had both of your ankles tied tightly against the end of the bed.

“You’ll get what you deserve, don’t make this harder for yourself. You won’t get out of here for a while.” With that said Namjoon began to finally touch your core, slipping two fingers easily inside of your pussy to gather wetness as he made his way up to your clit, circling it at a slow pace at first.

Soon he picked up the speed, making you whine and moan uncontrollably as your orgasm approached. As you felt the high build up, you started to beg for Namjoon to let you cum.

“Please sir... let me cu-cum… I-I’m so c-close.”

“No,” and with that he removed his fingers from your core, taking your orgasm away from you. Whining, you let a single tear out of frustration leave your eyes. Turning your head to the side, panting as you tried to calm down.

“Let’s see how many ruined orgasms you can take before you beg me to stop.”

Half an hour later and Namjoon was still not done with you. You tried closing your legs several times, but he had you all tied up, hands tied together to the bed frame, legs open wide tied to the foot of the bed. Eyes closed, tears at the corners of your eyes from all the denied orgasms.

"I'm sorry," you cried out for probably the hundredth time this night but Namjoon just slightly shook his head, getting up from laying in between your legs to lay on top of you.

"You're not," he said, grabbing your jaw with his hand, your eyes now wide open and staring into Namjoon’s as he continued, "but you will be."

And so, he continued his punishment, trusting you to use the safe word whenever you needed to. His latest idea was bringing the ice cubes he prepared earlier from the kitchen. The break you got while Namjoon was getting them was well needed. Feeling as if your body was on fire.

When Namjoon came back, he placed the bowl of ice beside you on your nightstand. Then he started by slowly dragging an ice cube over your swollen nipples as you arched your back and cried out, so sensitive to his touch. Closing your eyes because of the overwhelming feeling, you whined out a plea, almost pleading for him to stop.

"You even told Amanda about it… but not me," Namjoon was continuing to run the ice cube down your body, holding in between his fingers as he laid down beside you. In your defence, you really did tell your best friend everything.

"Do you know how that feels? To find out your girlfriend's been faking orgasms and talking to her friends about it instead of her boyfriend?" You wanted to correct him. Using all your strength to form a sentence in between your whimpers and moans.

"It was... only... one..." Namjoon stopped you before you could even finish your sentence, his hand giving you a light slap on your pussy. The stinging making you jump up and squeal, the ropes tied to your hands and feet not leaving much room for your body to move.

"I don't think you understand the situation you're in," he began, his touch leaving your body completely as he stood up from the bed. Looking down at you, Namjoon crossed his arms and 'tskd' at you before putting the ice cube in his mouth. Letting it melt in his mouth a bit before pulling it out. Turning your head, you could finally see him through your blurry, tearstained eyes. A devilish smile on his face.

"You misbehaved, badly, and I need to make sure you learn your lesson so that this will never happen again," Namjoon said with a low voice. Your legs were shaking, and you tried closing them, as you had thousands of times tonight but just as all the other times, you were unable to. Not even an inch. Slumping your body down to the mattress, exhausted, feeling as if you had no more energy left, Namjoon could sense that you were almost at your breaking point. He decided to put the ice cube down in the bowl among the others. Sweat starting to drip from your forehead as you breathed heavily.

“Colour,” he demanded, and you answered, “Green,” in the hopes that he would make you cum. Hoping your punishment would finally be over and you would finally get to cum.

Instead, he opened the drawer next to your bed, as he had probably done about seven times already tonight or more, pulling out yet another toy. This time, one of your favourite ones. The wireless bullet vibrator that could be controlled through an app on Namjoon's phone. His one last punishment for the night.

Normally, you would be excited to see it, knowing what mood Namjoon usually is in when he brings it out. Tonight, you just hoped he would have a tiny bit of mercy on you. As Namjoon went over to the wardrobe to pick out one of your harnesses, you knew that was not what he had in mind as he had chosen specifically the one that is really good at keeping the small vibrator on your clit.

"This is just the beginning baby girl, if you only knew the ways I have imagined to punish you... Ever since you walked around the house with that ridiculously short skirt the day after I found out you had faked it. You had no idea how mad I was," he told you as he put the harness on you that went over your hips and around your legs, "but you will know because you won't even get out of bed when I'm done with you. I can promise you that."

You believed him, you already felt like you would not get out of bed tomorrow. Thank God it was Saturday and you did not actually have to get up and do anything. Your legs were already incredibly sore, countless times had your body tried to close them when Namjoon brought you over, over and over again to the edge. Never letting you fall over it.

Namjoon picked up your phone, unlocking it and opening up the app for the wireless vibrator. The thing with this model was that if you connected the vibrator to the one that it would be used on as well, it had a button for you to use, in case you needed everything to stop. Pressing the button meant turning off the vibrator, immediately. A way for you to use the safe word essentially, if Namjoon was not in the room.

As he placed your phone in your hand, you quickly realized Namjoon would continue out his punishment. Just probably from somewhere else. He had done this once before, when you were out at a party and he had to stay at home to finish some work. In the beginning of the night you did not feel anything, so after a few drinks you completely forgot about it. It was not until Namjoon was done with his work and bored that he turned it on. Safe to say, you were home within half an hour, begging Namjoon to properly fuck you.

“Press it whenever you feel like you need to, okay princess?” You nodded at his words. Normally, Namjoon always wanted a verbal response from you but he knew how sore your throat must be by now. Placing a kiss on your forehead, Namjoon whispered.

“You are taking your punishment so well,” another kiss, now placed on your cheek, “such a good girl… but I’m not done with you yet.”

Meeting his eyes, you saw how his face had softened. A whole new aura presents around him. He was back to his usual soft dom self, you thought.

“I’m gonna leave you here princess and turn on the vibrator occasionally while I get some work done. Okay?” You weakly smiled at him as you nodded.

“Yes sir… I’ll be good,” you whispered. Voice sore from all the crying and moaning. Namjoon softly kissed your lips for a brief moment before pulling away, resting his forehead against yours.

“You always are… My good girl…” He cooed before pulling away, looking at you with so much fondness that your heart skipped a beat. Knowing you are his, and he is yours.

His warm presence soon left you and Namjoon got out of the room. Leaving you with the vibrator on your clit, tightly pressed by the harness, tied up to the bed with no way to leave. Unless, of course, you reached your limit and pressed the button on the phone that would end it all.

For the first fifteen minutes, nothing happened. You could hear Namjoon was in the shower, probably jacking off from being so painfully hard the entire time he had played with you. That was how your mind started to wander, imagining your boyfriend in the shower, his brows furrowed together, his cock in his right hand stroking it slowly. Circling his fingers around the tip, dragging his precum around.

You needed to cum, you needed to cum now. Wiggling around as much as you could, you wished for Namjoon to turn on the toy. At this point you did not care if you came without his permission. You desperately needed to.

So, when Namjoon got out of the shower, you felt the vibrations of the toy for the first time. Painfully low vibrations that stayed on your clit for about ten seconds, not nearly enough what you needed in order to cum.

It went on like that for over ten minutes. Namjoon would start the toy for a few seconds, turning it off for a minute or two before turning it on again before he stopped, and you heard his footsteps outside of the bedroom.

As he opened the bedroom door you turned your head towards him, squinting as your eyelids felt heavy against your eyes. Your body exhausted from the countless times you had been brought up to an orgasm, only to have it ripped away from you. Namjoon carried a tray with a glass, lotion and a bowl as he walked into the room, placing it on the nightstand beside you. As he took the phone from your hand and placed it on the tray you closed your eyes, your body relaxing. The punishment was over. Of that you were sure.

“You did so good princess,” Namjoon cooed as he began to untie the rope around your wrists, “such a good girl taking her punishment so well.”

Once he was done untying your wrists and gently pressing kisses all over them, he moved on to your ankles, untying the ropes that held your legs open and took off the harness that was around your hips. Placing the harness and the toy on the floor beside the nightstand. You winced at how sore your legs felt as you started to move them and Namjoon shot you an apologizing smile.

“You did so well baby girl, you can rest now.”

“No,” you firmly said, shocking Namjoon.

“No?” He questioned and you continued.

“I need to cum sir. I need to cum so bad. Can I please cum? Please sir, I promise I won’t lie to you ever again. I promise I’ll be good,” pleading as Namjoon watched you slowly sat up, being at eye level with him as you made your last plea, “please let me cum on your dick.”

Namjoon’s cock twitched in his pants and he felt himself growing harder by the second as he listened to your pleas. Still, he was afraid you would not be able to handle it, considering this had been the hardest punishment you had received yet by him.

You on the other hand, knew what you wanted. You wanted to cum, and you wanted to cum now.

“Are you sure baby girl? You don’t have to do anything to please me. I’m already pleased that you took your punishment so well.”

“Yes sir, I’m sure. Fuck… just let me cum. I need to cum,” you emphasized. Hoping Namjoon would just get to it before you took the matter into your own hands, literally.

Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows together, watching you as he reached out his hand so caress your cheek and you leaned into his touch. Craving the intimacy he had not been giving you all week. Looking into your eyes, searching for any doubt on your part, Namjoon studied you for a second before making his decision. In your mind, you were afraid of yet another punishment before you could get what you want, afraid that the slip up of the word ‘fuck’ would get you in trouble. Namjoon was never a fan of swear words leaving your mouth when the two of you were in your roles.

“Okay princess… But know that the next time you swear I won’t let you off the hook so easily,” he promised, and a smile lit up on your face, “now how do you want me? Tell me exactly baby or you will get nothing.”

You thought about it for a second. You wanted him close. As close as you could have him.

“I… I want you on the side,” you whispered out, your shy submissive nature coming back. Namjoon continued to caress your cheek, looking deep into your eyes.

“Yeah? What else baby? Tell me more,” he encouraged, and you closed your eyes for a bit.

“Behind me… Want you to hold me,” you whined out and he chuckled, eyes still set on yours.

“Does my princess want to be held? Want me to make love to her?”

“Please sir… Please make love to me…” With the soft-spoken words that left your mouth, Namjoon could never say no to you.

“Okay princess,” and with that, Namjoon’s hand left your face to take his shirt off. When his white t-shirt hit the floor, you could not help but to marvel at the beauty that was right in front of you. His defined shoulders, breath-taking chest and stomach that made you want to worship it all. Hesitantly, you brought up your hand, eyes going up to look into Namjoon’s again. Finding them instantly as he was already watching you.

“May I… Can I touch you sir?”

“You may do whatever you want princess, this is all about you,” his words were soft, filled with care, lust and love. As you began to trail one hand down his chest towards his v-line, he grunted, brushing away the hair that was covering your neck and started to place gentle kisses.

“I’m all yours,” he whispered, and you moaned when he kissed you just below your ear, working his way up to your lips.

“Show me… please sir… show me,” you begged as you moaned and Namjoon knew exactly what you wanted.

Meeting you in a gentle kiss, Namjoon took the opportunity to worship your body with his hands. One of his hands rolling a nipple between his fingers, making you gasp at the sudden pleasure. The other resting at your hip, drawing small circles on the skin. Pulling away from the kiss, he let go of your nipple, a whine at the lack of lost escaping your lips as he caressed your cheek.

“Lay down on your side for me princess.” Obeying his orders, you laid down on the bed as you heard Namjoon taking his pants off behind you. The zipper on his jeans going down, the rough material making noise as he dragged it down his legs until it was thrown somewhere on the bedroom floor with a thud.

Laying down behind you, you felt Namjoon’s hard cock pressed against your ass as he took his arm around you, pulling you in closer to him. Your body was sweaty, and you almost felt bad for Namjoon who had just gotten out of the shower. Keyword, almost. Now that he was here, behind you with his arm wrapped around you, body pressed against yours, you could not help but to think that he will manage.

Pressing a kiss against your back as he wrapped one hand around his cock to guide it to your entrance, you inhaled a sharp breath as you felt the head nudging your entrance.

“Shh princess, need you to relax. Don’t want to hurt you okay?” Namjoon whispered in your ear and you took a deep breath. Letting your tense shoulders fall down and finally relax for the first time this evening.

Namjoon kept pressing kisses against your back, moving closer to your neck where he nibbled on your ear before whispering the words you wanted to hear for so long.

“You ready for me princess?”

“Yes sir,” you moaned as you tried to relax as much as possible. Knowing what a stretch it was every time Namjoon entered you. Knowing today, after all the edging, you would most certain be tighter than usual. All you could hope for was that the wetness dripping down your thighs would help him as he entered you.

Still holding his cock in his hand, Namjoon began to slowly push inside of you. Letting go of his dick once the head was fully in, he wrapped his arms around you. His face was nuzzled into your shoulder, letting out a small groan as he was more than halfway in. The wetness making it easy for Namjoon to stretch you out with his big cock, the slight burn you thought you would feel nowhere in sight. Only feeling pleasure as he entered you.

As soon as he bottomed out, you whimpered, arching your back as you tried to push him further inside of you. As you arched your back you created space between you and Namjoon and he was having none of it. He hugged you tighter, wanting you to be closer to him and not further away as he cooed into your ear, “such a good girl, taking sir’s cock so well.”

Kissing your neck as one of his hands went to play with your breasts, you sighed in relief. Finally, you would get what you had been craving all night. Namjoon’s touch and being able to embrace it, being able to cum from it. This was heaven and you let all the pleasure you were feeling cloud your mind, not thinking about anything else besides what you felt in the moment.

“Let me know when I can move.”

“Mhhm, you can move, please…” Even in your fucked-out state you did not forget to ask Namjoon nicely. Just like the good girl you are, he thought.

“Okay princess, let me know if it gets too much yeah?” You mumbled a ‘yeah’ back to Namjoon right before he started to slowly fuck your tight hole, having to take a hold of your hip from stopping you rocking back into him, wanting him to go faster, chasing your own orgasm the second he entered you. His hand still playing with your boobs, rolling your left nipple between his fingers.

“So… fucking… tight…” Namjoon mumbled to himself but you heard it, his head still resting on your shoulder. Letting out a small moan at his words, Namjoon smirked, knowing you had heard what he said.

“My princess likes it when I call her pussy tight huh? Because it is. It is so fucking tight. I can barely even fit in you princess,” he whispered in your ear, earning a soft moan from you as he continued, “This is all I was thinking about while I was in the shower. Me, fucking your tight pussy. Hearing your sweet moans, seeing your fucked-out face. I came to the thought of your pretty face looking like this while I pounded your pussy.” His words were just turning you on even more, that is, if that were even possible right now.

Your suspicion had been right. He had been jerking off earlier while in the shower. Knowing you made cum, made him so turned on that he could not wait any longer and took matters into his own hands, literally, made you proud and happy. Happy that you had the same effect on him, as he had on you.

As Namjoon kept slowly fucking into you, going a little faster than before now, you could not help but picture him in the shower. Water dripping down his naked toned body, brows furrowed together as his hand pumped his cock vigorously. Clenching your pussy at the thought of it, you heard Namjoon let out a low moan behind you as you squeezed tight around his cock.

His grip on your hip tightened as he pounded harder into you, not faster, but harder. Wanting you to squeeze around his cock for as long as possible. The moans that came out of your mouth were sinister and Namjoon was proud of the fact that he was the one causing them.

“I bet you would let me do anything right now as long as you got to cum. Am I right princess?” Namjoon felt the urge to make you even more fucked out. Wanting to hear you plead once again, just as you had done when he gave you your punishment. You had looked so sweet, so fucked-out from all the pleasure you were receiving. Tears had been leaving your eyes from all the stimulation you had been receiving and that is where Namjoon wanted to have you again. Crying out from all the pleasure you were receiving, not being able to escape it as you laid on your side flushed against him.

Moaning out a ‘yes’ you felt as Namjoon slipped out of you and you cried out in frustration.

“I know baby, I know,” he cooed as he let go of your breast, sneaking down his hand between your bodies, fingers playing around in your wetness. Namjoon had something else in mind, wanting to try out his theory and make you plead. Still wanting you to regret ever faking that orgasm with him, making you cum so hard you would not even dare to think that thought ever again.

His fingers moving upwards from your pussy, grazing by your asshole where he began to circle one finger around the tight rim muscle. You shuddered, letting out a small whimper.

“Oh,” you sighed, as Namjoon smiled into your neck.

“Yeah? Would you let me play with your ass while I fuck you princess? Fill both of your holes?” The thought excited you and you could not help but to nod, the thought of having both of your holes filled making you back your ass slightly into Namjoon’s hand.

His fingers left your ass as they went back to his cock, holding it as he entered you again before going back to your ass, still slick with the wetness he had gathered. His pointer finger circling around the rim of your ass before he slowly pushed it in while he thrusted into your pussy with his cock slowly, earning a moan from you. The feeling overwhelming. The slight burn completely masked by all the pleasure you were feeling. He stayed still once his finger was two knuckles deep, wanting to give you time to adjust.

“Colour?” He asked, wanting to be completely sure that you still wanted this even though the two of you had done ass play before.

“Green sir,” you choked out. It felt like your whole body was on fire from all the stimulation you were receiving. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time.

With your consent, Namjoon started to slowly trust both his finger and cock slowly into you earning a long moan from you. His cock brushing against your g-spot with his long slow strokes and it did not take long until you were at the edge again. You needed something more though, you needed your clit to be stimulated.

“M-more… please…” Not finding any better words to use, you tried to beg Namjoon to touch your clit. Namjoon however, took it another way.

“Need more yeah?” He asked as you nodded, thinking his other hand would go to your clit. It did not. The arm he had been using as support to lay properly on the side next to you went under your neck, under the arm you had laying on the bed and stopped at your right boob, grabbing it harshly. You arched your back, trying to escape all the pleasure you were feeling.

“Is that enough princess?” He asked and you shook your head without even thinking.

“Greedy princess… Your wish is my command,” and with that, Namjoon added another finger in your ass, “is that what you wanted?”

You moaned as he slightly picked up the speed, his cock stimulating your g-spot, his two fingers stretching your ass, making you feel so full as his other hand played with your now swollen nipple. It was too much, way too much than what you thought you could handle. Yet, here you were, receiving pleasure you had never even dreamed of before.

This was all that took to push you over the edge, making you cum for the first time without stimulating your clit at the same time. Body shaking, tears falling down your face as your broken moans escaped your mouth, so loud your neighbours are most definitely hearing them. Your pussy squeezing around Namjoon’s cock deliciously, making him moan.

“Fuck princess… I can’t hold it…” Namjoon slipped his fingers out of your ass and you winced before choking on your spit. His hand had quickly found your hip and he was now fucking you at a relentless pace through your orgasm.

You started seeing stars, cumming so hard it felt as if you were peeing. Namjoon was chasing his own orgasm as he fucked you through yours, dragging it out so long it almost became painful before he came, grunting in your ear, holding your boob tightly in his hand. His load filling you up deliciously as your thighs started to feel unreasonably wet once you came down from your high.

“Wow…” Was all you could say as Namjoon started to plant kisses on your shoulder. Gentle kisses filled with love as he slipped out of you. Closing your eyes, you tried to control your breath and calm down from all the intense pleasure you had been feeling. Come down from the height of one of the most intense orgasms you had ever felt.

As Namjoon sat up, letting you turn to lay on your back to rest he noticed the wet patch on the bed by your legs.

“Holy shit.” Upon his words, you opened your eyes to look worrying at him. He turned his head to meet your gaze, immediately seeing the worry in your eyes.

“Baby… did you just squirt?” Looking down, you saw the wet patch on the bed, your thighs feeling wetter than usual. You had just squirted for the first time with your boyfriend. As the realisation hit you, you turned to look at Namjoon, searching for his reaction. You were a little embarrassed as this had never happened before, at least not with Namjoon. You did not know how he would react.

Going down, Namjoon pushed your legs apart so he could make himself comfortable between them. He was in awe. Your glistering wet pussy with his cum dripping out of you on display for him. Only for him. You, on the other hand, was still confused, unsure what to say or do.

“Wha…”

“So fucking hot.” Namjoon cut you mid sentence, answering your questions all in one. At his words, you clenched your pussy, the sight of him in between your legs heavenly. As you clenched, a gush of his cum spilled out from you and Namjoon swore at the sight of it, bringing his hand up to your core.

With his index and pointer finger he gathered his cum, only to push it back into your pussy. Fingering you slowly to push it further in. A moan escaping your lips from the overstimulation as you closed your eyes, not being able to do anything else except trying to focus on breathing.

“My princess really came without any stimulation to her clit while I played with her ass and tits? Fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen and on top of that, she also squirted. Baby, I might have to edge you more often now if this is what happens.” You mewl at his words, feeling way too sore, you try to squirm away from him. Namjoon understood right away and removed his fingers from your core, crawling upwards to lay on top of you.

“Is it too much for my little princess?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah Joon… I think I’ve had it for days now,” you joked, and he smiled at you, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Think I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off you for days after you pulled this stunt?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows as you pouted.

“You had no problem keeping your hands to yourself for a week, think you can handle a few days.” You teased and he scoffed.

“Yeah but only because I was mad at you,” he told you truthfully and you put your arms around his neck, gently playing with the back of his hair.

“And now?”

“Now? Now I can’t get enough of you, gonna make you squirt every day,” he said with a smirk as he got off of you. Getting out of the bed, Namjoon quickly found his boxers and started getting dressed.

“Hey! No, you can’t do that! I won’t allow it!” You shouted as you sat up on the bed, watching as Namjoon made his way over to the bathroom. Upon your words, he stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to face you.

“Won’t allow it? Baby you’ll beg me to give it to you. We both know it,” he said with a smirk on his, capturing his lip between his teeth as he thought of the sight to actually get to see you squirt. You exhaled a sharp breath and Namjoon knew he was right when he meets your eyes. Desire burning in them at the thought of you underneath him, begging him to let you cum, to let you squirt.

“Now wait like a good girl while I get some towels to clean you up. You wouldn’t want to disappoint sir again would you?” Shaking your head, you waited patiently as Namjoon went into the bathroom to bring you two towels.

He came back with a one dry and one damp that he began cleaning your thighs and pussy with. You hissed as the cloth went over your clit. Namjoon let out a sigh, planting a kiss on your thigh.

“I’m sorry for punishing you so hard, I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.” He sighed, feeling a little bad for edging you for so long.

“I’m okay Joon, I would have told you if it was too much.”

“You didn’t tell me when you faked it.” The silence that filled the room had you biting down on your lip to stop the single tear that wanted to escape your eye. You regretted not telling him so much. If he only knew.

“I know… I’m so sorry, I won’t ever lie to you again. I promise Joon.” You told him truthfully and he looked up at you.

“It’s alright baby, I know you won’t.” He said and you believed him, just as much as he believed you would keep your promise to him. Smiling, Namjoon got up to wrap the dry towel around your body. Holding his hand out for you to take.

“Come on, let’s run you a bath while I change the bedsheets baby.” Smiling, you took his hand in yours, letting him lead you to the bathroom with your legs still slightly shaking.

After filling the bathtub, Namjoon helped you into the tub and you looked up at him with warmth in your eyes.

“Will you join me Joon?” You asked, hoping he would say yes. Loving how he would always cuddle you in the bath, massage your scalp and kiss your neck. He did not always have the time, sometimes he had work to do and you understood that, but you could not help but to be a little selfish today. Hoping he would join you and work overtime tomorrow.

“Of course, I’ll be right back once I’ve changed the sheets.” Namjoon said as he kissed your forehead before leaving the bathroom. Smiling for yourself, you could not believe how lucky you were to have him in your life. Never ever, would you lie to him again, ever.

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KaruShuu OTP Questions

Ah- I created ehhh 4?? I suppose KaruShuu head-canons posts today but do I regret it? Absolutely not, I loved it. So here you go, have another one, don't be shy, read it.

Also, please keep in mind that these head-canons are completely made up by me in a way of that it's just how I would see it sksksk also here, KaruShuu would be probably adults?? Also married??

Anyways, enjoy~ 🌸

Who is the most affectionate? Sinceee they got married, I'm sure the longer into the relationship, the more they have opened up to each other? Karma would be the type to wake up first in the morning and kiss Shuu good morning, but since Shuu is an early bird, he would wake up before Karma and make breakfast for him. Thats how he shows affection ❤️🧡

Most common argument? Sad to think that they NeEd to argue 🙄💅 but oh well- I thinkkk they would argue over super silly things. For example what to watch (If you have read my previous head canons, you will know what I mean by 'Shrek Marathons'):

"Let's watch something"

"Sure, what do you have in mind?''

Karma would just grin over to Shuu and Shuus eyes would widen, "Hell no"

"Absolutely ye-"

"Karma don't you dAR-"

They ended up watching (again for the 12 time this week) Shrek.

Who apologizes first? Karma apologies fly out of his mouth faster than they stop arguing. Karma would rather apologize than not let them talk for the next few hours.

Favorite (non-sexual) activity to do together? They enjoy getting massage! Ifff KaruShuu was too lazy to go out to get a professional massage for a few hours, they would do it to each other. (It usually ends with them making out later on but I'll delete that part)

Who is most likely to carry the other? Karma would carry Shuu ❤️😩 Ugh bridal style to embarrass him 💀💅

Nicknames?

For Karma, by Shuu: Tamponhead (I used this one in my fanfic and I will forever love it), Moron, Karma. Tbh, I don't think neither like these pet-names or nicknames since that think they are 'cringy'.

Tho, Karma has quite a few: Shuu (Main, he doesn't use 'Gakushuu' but when he does, Shuu melts lol), Pumpkin, Orange, pumpkin pie, Strawberry shortcake (bc he loves strawberries so why not call Shuu one 😌🤚🏻), Sugar cube (Idk I think it's cute, tho I don't know if that's even a nickname- 💀💀)

Also a note: They would definitely not use 'baby', 'babe', 'honey' bc- noooo 😩💀

Who proposes? Karma 💅

Who sings along with the radio? Karma would sing along but he is horrible at singing and Shuu makes him KNOW it by him singing and Karma shuts up but finds it hilarious at the same time.

Who worries most? Both do, depending on the situation. Shuu would be worried about stuff like paying taxes or things like that, meanwhile Karma is worried for Shuus health, if he is eating enough as well as getting enough sleep every night. Shuu is a hardworking bee after all ✨

Who always wants to take selfies with the other? Karma wants to, for example they are traveling somewhere for vacation and Karma wants to take as many pics as possible with his husband so he can later on put them into an album ❤️😩 (KaruShuu as a married couple >>>>)

Who likes to playfully tease the other? Ohhh~ Karma teases Shuu all the time, but there are times where Shuu would feel playful so he would tease back

Who has the weirdest taste in their music? Karma I'm begging you- his music taste changes every week and road trips are a disaster for Shuu

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? Karma remembers because Shuu is always ordering the same things since he is minimalistic lol but Karma is a living chaos when it comes to food so Shuu can't remember it all.

Who is embarrassed to take their clothes off in front of the other? Lmao no matter for how long they are already together, no matter if they are married, no matter how many times they had done it, Shuu would be the one to be embarrassed about it every time.

Who tops? ...Okay so here, personally as someone who writes Fanfics, Karma tops. Always. I just- I just can't imagine Shuu as a top?? my friends gave me some really valid reasons for Shuu to be a top but I just can't see it 😩

Who initiates kisses? Both I guess? But mostly Karma

Who reaches for the other's hand first? Oooo here an example! If they are driving in the car, and Karmas hand is free, Shuu usually reaches for it but as soon as Karma needs it to drive, he has to let go. Or if they are in the cinema - Shuu would definitely hold onto Karmas hand the whole time - as comfort, since they usually watch Horror movies together so yea 😌

Who kisses hardest? Who is most ticklish? Both is Karma, but when it comes to tickling, even tho Karma is more ticklish, he is also stronger than Shuu so he can easily pin him down and tickle him, just for the sake to see Shuu giggle which kills him bc God damnit isn't he adorable?

Who brings an animal they found home? Lol depends on the animal. I would say Karma is a cat person and Shuu is a dog person b u t Shuu is allergic to cats so they can't have cats. But I think if Karma would be the one to bring an animal home, it would be a dog.

Who holds the umbrella for the other when it's raining? Karma's shoe laces often get untangled, so when Karma bends to tie them, Shuu stands over him with an umbrella to keep the rain from pouring on him.

Who tries to playfully embarrass the other in public? Karma 😭

Who kills the scary bugs? Oh lemme tell you about this one:

Shuu HATES bugs, since he always had the feeling of his father having a bunch of centipedes around himself whenever he acted manipulative and so on so he hates them. So one time when Shuu was taking a shower, and Karma was in the kitchen, Shuu suddenly screeched so Karma went to check on him. He walked onto a Shuu, covering himself with a towel and looking absolutely T E R R I F I E D at the ceiling, stuttering. Karma was hella confused so he looked up and oop here we go, a spider. Karma obv took the spider off the ceiling to free it, but first he had to tease and scare his husband a little by walking towards the shower stall, "Shuu look~ He wants to be friends with you~", the way Shuu screamed at this made almost all of the windows in the apartment break.

Who asks the weird questions at random in the middle of the night? Karma does that on a daily basis, but when Shuu is a little bit drunk, he would ask weird questions to which Karma never has an answer but he jokes around.

Who hogs the blankets? Karma hogs them and Shuu ends up having a cold the next morning 😭

Who wakes up first? Shuu is an early bird, but Karma wakes up first for work.

Who wants to stay in bed just a bit longer? On weekends, they both stay in bed a bit longer to cuddle ❤️💕

Who always makes coffee for the other each morning? Karma makes coffee for Shuu before he leaves for work 🥰

Who cries during certain films or when reading sad books? Lmao Karma cries during Shrek every time the scene comes up where Shrek had an argument with Donkey 😔

Who gets scared during horror films? Shuu 😩😩 He would (as said before) take Karmas hand for comfort

Who tells their friends/family about the relationship first? Lmao none since GakuHOE is well, a hoe so they won't trust him b u t I have the feeling of Karmas mom being actually super supportive?? But they wouldn't tell her, she would just get the hint and then when she receives the wedding invite she goes "oh-".

What do their friends/family think of the relationship? Rio was shipping this since the beginning of middle school aight, she loves it and she even threw a party for them. #IstanRioNakamura

Who is more likely to ask the other to dance with them? Karma would ask Shuu to dance obv but Shuu would go along 😩💕

Who cooks best? Karma! And Shuu loves his cooking! :D

Who wears the other's jacket? Shuu is the one to wear long coats, and Karma those thicc jackets. Shuu usually gets super cold even with the coat on, so Karma gives Shuu his jacket on top of the coat lol.

Who uses cheesy pickup lines? Karma- anywhere. Have an example:

"Hey Shuu, could you feel the shirt?", he asked Shuu while they went shopping and Karma wAsN't sure about his T-Shirt choice so Shuu was running his fingers slightly over Karmas chest with the shirt still on and thinking about the material, then Karma went: "Know what it's made of?", and Shuu looked at him and was about to answer him, but Karma was quicker and continued, "Boyfriend material", ObViOuSlY with a grin and Shuu was a gay blushing mess 💅 but then Shuu went along, "What do you mean boyfriend? I can only see Husband material", and tuRNED AWAYYYYY~

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other's ear during inappropriate times? AAAA I T H I N K I've written sum like this before- So two things that happened:

KaruShuu were invited to a funereal or sum and pls the church was quiet and stuff but obv Karma had to joke around and he leaned over to Shuus ear and whispered a joke into his ear which made our stubborn Shuu giggle and the church was this close👌 to throw them out lmao

Shuu was at work, and Karma likes to call him randomly, but oh well Shuu picks up and Karma starts to tease him over the phone maybe something very sexual stuff (knowing Karma he would) and Shuu just- he is sitting at his desk and his workers are giving him looks about why is he blushing so much.

Who makes the other laugh most? Karmas jokes always make Shuu laugh, sometimes even cry since they are hilarious.

Who would have to bail the other out of jail? Oh my God- Shuu would have to bail Karma out of jail maybe during college years, but I think Karma would mature a bit more as an adult

What would be their theme song? YOOO- A WHOLE PLAYLIST WOULD BE NEEDED-

Who would sing their child back to sleep? OOO!! Karma would be the type to read stories, but Shuu would sing them to sleep :D

What do they do when they're away from each other? I can imagine that they both have those business trips from time to time, so when they are apart, they FaceTime each other every evening to check on each other. Yes indeed they must stay at fancy hotels for their business trips and they are being served food, but they still check that the other one is eating and sleeping well. Oh and good morning and goodnight texts™️🥰

A headcanon about them that stabs your feels? Oh- oH GOD- That maybe they tend to act very distant at first in their relationships?? Or more cold? For example Shuu, he would not really know nor show much affection to Karma and Karma at first thinking that Shuu doesn't love him at all (which isn't true bc Shuu loves him deeply) but then he after some time figures it out when Shuu opens up to him more.

A headcanon that mends the previous one? That they both after some time spend together, have the opportunities to open up to each other, know each other better as well as find out each others weaknesses and strengths which makes their relationship stronger. I absolutely love them ❤️😩

#KaruShuu #I wrote this for over 2 hours pls save me #I love them I will dedicate anything to them #Karma x Gakushuu #Karma Akabane #Karma #Akabane #Gakushuu #Asano #Gakushuu Akabane #Headcanons #assassination classroom #AssClass

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baekhvuns · 4 years

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I just read your “ateez as dad’s” reaction, and it was so adorable that could we see the members of bts as Dad’s?? thank you!!

bangtan reactions ; requested

。。。bangtan as dad's ( this is definitely my favourite type of reactions to do )

── kim seokjin ;

imagine him making his kids sit on his broad ass shoulders while they play with his chocolate brown hair.

his kids getting his worldwide handsome looks from the minute they pop out the womb.

he’s a sag, we know his kids be the best dressed.

omg imagine when his kids grow old, and he’s teaching his daughter how to drive, he’ll be so soft with her, “nooo, take the right—yes yes good job!”

and then when he’s with his son, the asian dad comes out. “aY, WATCH YOUR SPEED— OHMYGOD DID YOU JUST RUN A RED LIGHT?”

“dad, the light was green.”

“YOU JUST RAN A LIGHT, YOU IDIOT!” smacks his kid on the head.

i think when as his kids grow older, the more funny jin gets, random dad jokes being thrown around.

imagine getting ready for a wedding event or some party, and he’s yelling that he’s starting the car when he’s sitting on the bed with his phone scrolling through the army cafe.

── kim namjoon ;

man, i don’t even know (this is too soft)

best dad, wbk (i think it’s a leader thing, all leaders in kpop, would be such amazing dad’s)

buys his kids magical and deep meaning story books that he reads to them every night before bed.

he finally put the baby shoes he bought to a proper use, and then buys every single colour in it because his kid really liked them.

imagine joon, in his tux with glasses (the fit he wore to grammy’s) while he’s holding his son while standing tall and the media gushes over how adorable the pair is. crying

his kid holding one of his fingers while walking down the streets or the red carpet while wobbling on their feets.

“dada?” his kid calls for him while he’s in his office, he pauses and smiles, waving his kid to come over and places them on the table. while he writes songs, his kid plays with either his hair or the jewelry he was wearing.

definitely as his kids grow older he gets a bit stricter, cause he has his moments here and there.

when it’s time for his kids looking for girlfriend’s or boyfriend’s, he’ll have the talk with them and give them advice while walking back and forth like a lecturer.

── min yoongi ;

he’d be the sweetest dad ever, 🥺

calls his kids his angels, imagine his kids get his gummy smile (I WOULD DIE)

imagine yoongs buying his kids small little bucket hats that cover their entire faces and he just takes selfies with them and posts it on the army cafe with the caption, “look at my angels, army.”

i think he’d be a very open minded dad, although he’s on the quieter side many would think he’s really strict and stern kinda like a sergeant.

but in reality he’s a dad who gives his those ticklish kisses when someone puts their face in the kids stomach (ifykwim) and they’d fall into a giggly mess.

whoever hurts his kids, better start running, whether it be teachers or some random kids on the block or heck even the “fans”

no one hurts his family, he’ll work in quietness and place a lawsuit on the people who hurt them.

agustd mixtapes would include a song that would be titled the birthdate of his first born as a present to them and army. as well as have a separate song for his kids titled ‘my one and only’

as his kids grow older and his daughter introduces her boyfriend to him, i think we all know the poor young man would be scared shitless of the agustd.

“if you want to date my daughter, rap better than me.”

yeah, goodluck.

── jung hoseok ;

get ready for a very adventurous dad,

wakes his kid early mornings for random trips down by the bay, all while they whine and he stands there in his dad sandals grinning proudly.

jiwoo would spoil the shit out of hobi’s kids, his kids would be dressed in those pretty aesthetic outfits.

he makes them smol little rainbow bracelets and puts them around their little baby wrists. 🥺

always has his kid propped up on his hip, whenever he dances or shows other trainees and teaches them how to do certain moves, his kids watch him with bright shiny eyes.

the trainees awe at his kids, omg imagine his kids bopping their heads to the beat while clapping their hands like dolphins while hobi dances.

his kids would be dance prodigy’s, i said what i said.

matching outfits with his lil babies !! imagine hope comes home and finds his kid playing with his colourful glasses with his shirt over their heads, softly giggling 🥺

── park jimin ;

ma’am, i will tell you, he would be the strictest dad in bangtan.

i think we all watched that hello counsellor episode where he was angry at the boy who put his dolls before his family.

he’d be a great dad, of course, he loves kids and would do anything for his own. but of course, he’d be on a stricter side.

i see him constantly comparing his pinky finger with his little kids because he finally has someone who’s pinky fingers aren’t bigger than his.

his relaxing time is whenever his kids are close to him, imagine his kids hiding their faces in jimin’s neck because they’d be shy by the amount of people taking their photos and you would just hear the armies go, “AWWWWWW.” honestly same.

he’d bring his kids to bangtan’s concerts! as toddlers he would bring them out during the encore time while holding his hands and making them sing a little bit of bangtan’s songs in their baby voices 😩

as more adults, like around 8-9, he’d bring them to more music shows but send them home early because it’s bed time, but not before kissing them a goodnight.

let’s face it, his kids be the hottest. his kids would be listed as the hottest celebrity kids alongside many other’s and jimin would just boast about it everywhere.

he’s really proud of his kids and won’t hesitate to show it in private moments or even in public moments.

dance classes with dad jimin >>>

── kim taehyung ;

he loves kids, a lot.

he’d do anything for them, the friend dad, his kids would forever be his first priority.

watch his kids get the entirety of his facial genes which would automatically make them prettier / handsomer than 99% percent of the population.

takes his kids to art gallery’s around the world, shows his artistic side to his kids who also enjoy.

painting with his kids would be his favourite time of the day, imagine his kids little fingers doing finger painting and showing it off to tae who would be more than proud and start clapping loudly.

tae’s big hands would cradle his babies faces and squish their cheeks as they fall into fits of giggles, tae’s heart just swells whenever he hears his kids laugh.

bro honestly, tae’s treated like a president, his kids would like the first kids of the country, constant headlines of tae and his kids holding hands would go viral while we all suffer bc we could never 🙃

so, uh, if you mess with his family, consider yourself done, after all he’s the kim taehyung.

as much as he’s proud of his kids, he would be secretive about his private life, as in he wouldn’t want to expose his kids to the world of being a celebrity and being famous beyond.

but imagine, the day he introduces his kids to the world (idk but i’m seeing his son) while wearing a nice tux with black hair, one hand in his pocket while the other over his son’s shoulders.

people would be shocked because his kid is the exact copy of him, but we would be shocked because another kim taehyung is born.

── jeon jungkook ;

welcome to world of wholesomeness, your stay would be making you uwu a lot.

imagine his kids playing with kooks long hair and he lets them hairstyle it however they want. with pretty pink rubber bands

hIS KIDS WILL GET HIS BUNNY TEETH OR WE RIOTING.

his (idk but i’m seeing a son again) son would have his shiny eyes and bunny teeth, overall would be so adorable that kook would have a heart attack whenever his baby would look at him.

imagine you coming home and seeing both your kids sleeping on him, one over his chest while the other his sprawled over his stomach, and you hear the soft snoring of the three of them echoing around the room.

takes candid pictures of his kids whenever they’re having fun in the playground or at road trips, omg imagine him and his kids singing singing to songs while kook drives down the pretty road.

whenever a bangtan song comes on ten radio his kids would start screaming and kook would be smiling all brightly while glancing at them through the mirror while shouting the lyrics himself.

writes songs for his kids, his lullabies would be heavenly.

i also think he’d be a strict dad, after jimin, i think he’ll take on that position.

only when they are slightly older, because kids make mistakes and kook will take it to his responsibility to teach them the right things and to repeat what’s the righteous.

he would be more stricter towards his sons while being more favourable towards his daughters because they got his eyes and he can’t ever say no to them.

no, but he would be great friends with his son, they would play almost any sports together, whether it be online or in person.

really tries his best to be the best dad for his kids and no matter what happens he’ll always be by their side.

#✉️ : ask #this was so cute <3 #bts reactions #bts #bangtan #bangtan reaction #kpop reactions #bts imagines #bts fluff #bts requests

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books-and-dragons · 3 years

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pegoryu (pre-established) post-interrogation hurt/comfort fic. has mentions of nightmares, trauma, and implied physical assault. unedited and for that i big apologise in advance

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okay!!! so this fic has been sitting in my drafts for months (lol what else is knew i know, shush i’m getting to the point) and i was supposed to post it on ao3 at the same time as i did a couple of others, however never got around to it bc it needed editing and im too lazy for that

likelihood is, i will edit and post to ao3 at some point, but it needs some BIG rennovations and i just can’t be arsed atm

so yeah, apologies for the shoddy writing in advance xoxo

but for now, i wanted to post it on here. today. as a sign of goodwill for the year to come. (ie. i own p5r, still havent played it, need to play it, and hope posting this will kick me into gear)

so, hope you enjoy!! and lmao if not it’ll just get buried as i start to revive this blog so,...win win?

In the first few nights since the interrogation, Ryuji stayed awake, listening to the fragile shudders of Akira’s breath in the night. So sensitive to every breath of air restricted by broken ribs, Ryuji hadn’t needed to look across the room, to gaze at the beaten figure on the bed, to know how his face was contorted in pain- unmasked in sleep.

He refused to so much as close his eyes until Akira’s breathing levelled out, still shuddering and restricted by pain, but deep enough to assure him that Akira was asleep. Only then, Ryuji allowed himself to rest.

Nobody else stayed the night. They lingered until the last train, crowded around the attic bedroom, gaze worriedly resting on Akira until the final second, where they’d leave with the accompanying chime of Leblanc’s door closing. But not Ryuji.

Ryuji, who had refused to leave Akira’s side since the moment he’d returned to their arms, beaten and drugged up, hardly coherent, but so relievingly and perfectly alive.

Akira hadn’t been alone since, Ryuji ensured that much. Torn over so much as going across the road for a bath, he couldn’t leave the other boy alone- something pulled at him to never let that happen, a pit of fear in the bottom of his stomach that pulled at his every nerve.

Maybe it had something to do with the nightmares, the visions of Akira lying broken on cold tile, at the mercilessly unrelenting hands of the police, the images of Akira lying dead, blood pooling from his head, the way the images seemed to haunt him even when awake- but there was no point reading into it. It wasn’t important, especially not now.

What mattered was that when he woke up, breath haggard and skin shining with sweat under the light of outdoor streetlamps, Akira never woke. Wasn’t even perturbed.

Ryuji tried to be thankful for it, tried not to think about why Akira was suddenly such a deep sleeper. Ignored the puncture wounds on his neck, the bottle of painkillers by his bedside. Akira was resting, and that was enough.

Even if it didn’t make sense that, when morning rose, the dark circles under Akira’s eyes had grown. That he tried to muffle pained yawns behind bandaged hands, and begged for more coffee- even though Takemi had put him on a temporary ban.

Because Ryuji had seen him sleeping, watched the rise and fall of his chest as Ryuji reminded himself that Akira was alive and safe, it was the sight that lulled him back to sleep from a nightmare. So why did Akira always look so tired?

He tried not to let his growing concern show, there was already so much to be worried about, he didn’t want to add another. Especially not when it could be nothing but his own annoying thoughts.

It wasn’t until the next night, after a particularly painful and thorough visit from Takemi earlier that day, that Ryuji started to reconsider.

Blearily opening his eyes to the dark lighting of the attic, Ryuji didn’t need a clock to know it was well into the middle of the night, and that he’d been woken up from his sleep, again.

But it was weird. There was none of the usual constricting fear, the blind panic- he’d hardly even started seeing the figure of a beaten Akira surrounded by shadow, let alone begun imagining the worst.

About to blame it on the lumpy and painful springs of the couch and try to fall back asleep, Ryuji caught it. Quiet, as if muffled by something, but just loud enough to penetrate through the silence in the attic and reach Ryuji: crying.

No. Not crying.

Sobbing.

Ice burning in his stomach, he carefully lifted the blanket and rose, wary of creaking springs and the sound of rustling fabric, towards the shaking figure on the bed.

His voice was barely above a whisper, carrying clearly and softly through the silence as he carefully extended an arm, not touching, only hovering, “Akira?”

The responding flinch broke Ryuji’s heart all the more, as a head rose from under the covers, bloodshot eyes wide and darting around the room in panic, hair wildly askew.

Moving as slowly as he dared, Ryuji sat at the side of the bed, “Hey, it’s okay, it’s only me.”

As the mattress shifted under him, Akira froze. Muscles tight and unyielding, back as ramrod straight as his broken ribs would allow, the entire body braced for something Ryuji didn’t even want to think about. His gaze was distant, somewhere far away from Leblanc, from the blond sat right beside him.

It reminded Ryuji of his Ma, in the months after the divorce. Curled up together on the dingy bed, they’d cling to each other so tight even in sleep, waking up in the morning sweaty and sometimes a little uncomfortable, never minding because they woke feeling completely safe. But there were the nights when his Ma’s screams would wake him in the early hours, recoiling and shaking even in her sleep. Ryuji would sit upright and watch over her until sunrise, would try to pull her from the memories he knew haunted her. Haunted them both.

Looking at Akira, the striking familiarity of the situation made him want to hurl.

He didn’t move, no matter how strong the urge was to reach out and console his hurting best friend. Instead, he kept his voice quiet, just audible above the laboured sobs, and waited.

“You’re okay, Akira. You’re safe, I’m not goin’ anywhere, alright? You’ve got me, it’s okay-”

Slowly, the frantic scanning of the room stopped. Staring at the artificial yellow light that bathed Leblanc’s street, following it into the shadows of the attic, where dark figures seemed to fade away. The flash of blond in his vision, perfectly still, aside from the hushed mutterings leaving chapped lips.

Akira focused on that sound. It felt safe.

As Ryuji uttered soft words of reassurance, he watched the tension slowly leave Akira’s body. Shoulders slightly slouched, jaw unclenched, his lip was bleeding- but he could worry about that later. All that mattered was the softening of Akira’s lines, as he slowly came back to Ryuji.

Delicately as he dared, he reached out. Hand brushing against bruised skin, careful not to as much as press on the marred areas. For a moment, there was no response. He waited, watching the panic continue to leave until, slightly trembling, Akira’s hand interlaced with his own.

“Ryuji?” The hazed look in his eyes was clearing, staring at Ryuji with a newly discovered relief, which was quickly overtaken by shame, “Shit- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up, just go back to sleep I’m fine-”

“Hey no, no man it’s okay, really-” Feeling Akira begin to pull away, Ryuji let his thumb run over the back of his hand, determinedly meeting Akira’s gaze, “I don’t mind.”

Akira opened his mouth, ready to retort and insist, but found himself silenced by the look in the other boy’s eyes. Ryuji’s hand was warm, and for a moment Akira forgot there were even any injuries there at all, thumb tracing over them with such a delicate touch he hadn’t known the blond to have possessed.

Staring into Ryuji’s eyes, he wondered at how they were always so open and unguarded, never with anything to hide- a true reflection of his best friend, passionate and honest to a fault. It was something Akira had often envied, that ability to always be his true self, to freely display his emotions.

He almost took that back now, staring back into deep brown eyes. Eyes which so clearly reflected hurt and worry.

The raw concern so honestly displayed to him that, just in this moment, Akira decided he would allow himself to be vulnerable. Just this one time. Knowing that, as they had done for each other so many times before, Ryuji would never judge.

Hesitantly, Akira pulled his hand out of Ryuji’s and, ignoring the concerned look he got in return, allowed his hand to trace higher, around his forearm, pulling him closer with a silent plea.

As always, Ryuji understood.

Carefully reaching out, Ryuji wrapped his arms around Akira, pulling him to his chest. His touch is firm, but cautious of the bruising and bandages decorating Akira’s abdomen. Even then, careful as he was, the occasional shift sent twinges of pain up Akira’s spine. And yet, he found he didn’t mind- not when he was so surrounded by warmth and comfort and the steady beat of Ryuji’s heart just audible through his chest, that for a minute Akira feels like he can just forget-

Somehow, Ryuji shifts so they’re leaning against the back wall, Akira’s head resting high on Ryuji’s chest, ear pressed to his left side. Logically, Ryuji supposed now would be a good time to ask about what just happened, about the dark circles under Akira’s eyes and the fear still lingering when he caught sight of shadows in the room- but there would be other opportunities. When Akira wasn’t so damn exhausted and clinging to Ryuji like he’s the final lifeline holding Akira together. When neither of them would be waking up in the middle of the night, a frenzied mess, and worrying about suspicious strangers in public and carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Yeah, there would be other times to talk. But for now, Ryuji would stay with Akira and listen as his breathing mellowed out into deep breaths, as his grip on the blond weakened and he cuddled closer still, lost to the throes of sleep.

Ryuji will stay with him until the sun rises.

Neither of them were plagued by nightmares for the rest of the night.

#persona 5 #p5 #fic #pegoryu #akira kusuru #ren amamiya #ryuji sakamoto #omg when was the last time i posted under these tags #i miss it #lol im sorry this fic is kinda rubbish but also i wanted to share it somewhere? since who knows when i'll edit it #(also lmao yeah rainbow is big influence and i now own p5r just gotta PLAY IT)#(but it's a slippery slope im scared i'll get hooked immediately? which is a dumb concern i know but IT WORRIES ME A LOT OKAY)#it's been years since i been deep in p5 #like #2 years #but still #much time #((edit: 2 seconds before posting i suddenly remember POSTING ANXIETY EXISTS OLD BUDDY OLD PAL shit it's been a while))#((what a throwback emotion))

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forgottenfates · 3 years

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episode 4 watch through (I didn’t do a post for episode 1 & 2)

We’re really starting this with me crying, huh? okay y’all I understand the queen is trying to relay how important this is but your young son just lost his big brother?? Give him some time to breathe! The queen makes a point to say she and erik had time to come to terms with being next in line and Wille is being thrown in the deep end before he even really knows how to swim! Saying ‘no more mistakes’???? Not helping here mother dearest, hate to break it to you. You’re putting way too much pressure on a young child when you all should be grieving before anything like that needs to be sorted. Stay out of the publics eye for a week and figure it out then. Damn, idk anything about monarchies but this shit is gonna give me stress hives just from the thought of everything being placed on wilhelms shoulders.

the society? wtf kind of teenage murder mystery is that? august needs to leave wilhelm the fuck alone, you’ve no idea what he’s being put through. God I wish I could skip out on august’s parts cause he literally drains the energy from me. I wanna slap him across the face and tell him to use common sense for one fucking minute dear god.

side note, Omar has a brilliant voice, he’s very talented.

God now I’m crying again :( and Wilhelm had to break it off with Simon :(( i’m so t i r e d ughhh

okay August, say one more thing. Fuck. ‘Erik was like a brother to me so you should be comforting me so I can comfort him’ what the fuck kind of mental gymnastics???? That’s delusional. Making Felice comforting Wilhelm out as if she’s doing it just to get into Wilhelm’s pants?? I--ERIK WASN’T YOUR BROTHER AUGUST. HE WAS WILHELM’S. JUST BC YALL WERE CLOSE DOESN’T MEAN YOU DESERVE COMFORT FROM SOMEONE AND THE OTHER PERSON GRIEVING CANT RECIEVE COMFORT FROM THEM EITHER?? Yall i really need to sleep. postponing my watch of the next 23 minutes for tomorrow or smthn lmao

#young royals #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #sara eriksson #wilhelm x simon #august young royals #felice ehrencrona #Nikki watches

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anakinthetrashking · 4 years

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BnHA One-Shot Fic Recs (pt1)

Making some fic-rec posts has been on my to-do list for a while and I’m finally doing it, yay! Currently I have 6 word doc pages full of just BnHA recs. So I’m splitting them up by length and completion, so first up is (part one of) one-shots! Let’s go!!!

Lets start with some classic Izuku and DadMight!

Pictures, Posters and Tender Beauty by ProPinkist (tumblr: @dazais-guardian-angel ) Rating: G Category: Gen ~4,400 words Summary: Izuku has virtually every All Might-themed item out there, and prides himself on all of it, as Toshinori is well aware. However, somehow, the boy still decided that there was something vital missing. This is fluffy and very cute. No one truly appreciates All Might as much as Izuku does, but 1A comes close. All Might deserves all the love, and this fic truly provides!!!

Dear Mr. All Might by QuizzicalCrow (tumblr: @quizzicalcrow ) Rating: G Category: Gen ~5,000 words Summary: As the #1 hero for decades, All Might has collected a lot of fan mail over the years. Toshinori tracks down a series of letters that only now, years later, does he appreciate for their significance. I always love the thought of All Might looking through his fan mail, even if he can’t get to all of it. This was a wonderful glimpse into that AND it was made to be so, so personal and sweet. Go have some heart-healing fluff.

Growing Pains by LordofLies (tumblr: @theangelofchildren ) Rating: G Category: Gen ~5,900 words Summary: Izuku finds himself changed by his encounter with the Hero Killer, but changes of a more physical kind are in store for him as he begins to truly accept One for All as his own. Once, he would have been thrilled to look more like All Might, but now those connections are as much a source of anxiety as they are of pride.Or, Izuku wakes up one morning and sees the world through different eyes. Izuku having anxiety and Toshi being there to help him through it and calm him down? Sign me UP. Its also a pretty cool take on how One for All is able to change things about it’s holder. Could this happen in cannon? Who knows.... Regardless, it was a great read!

I’ll Carry You Home by Renesvetta Rating: G Category: Gen ~2,700 words Summary: While training with All Might, it wasn’t uncommon for Izuku to be so exhausted at the end of the day that he unwittingly fell asleep without regard for where he was. It consequently became part of All Might’s routine to help his young protégé home. During that time, Izuku may have let loose more than one sleepy confession towards his mentor. Yes, it is as adorable as it sounds. Its tagged with “self indulgent Dad Might fluff” which is both accurate and appreciated. In other words: Superb you funky little writer!

Simple Gifts by QuizzicalCrow Rating: G Category: Gen ~6,700 words Summary: One year ago, Izuku received the greatest gift he could ever imagine. Now he’s determined to return the favor for the one responsible for it all with a gift of his own. First off, I love the idea of Izuku and Toshi quietly celebrating the anniversary of passing on OfA from All Might to Izuku. Even just taking the day to hang out with each other. It’s a really precious idea. But there’s not just fluff! Izuku finds himself in a fight, again. (cool villain quirk, too!) I love all of the small details that are in this fic (and in Crow’s other works, too!) anyway its exciting AND very heartwarming, so go read it!!!

Affectionate by Sevi007 (tumblr: @sevi007 ) Rating: G Category: Gen ~2,600 words Summary: Toshinori starts to show affection very easily around his students. The reactions he gets for that are not quite the ones he had anticipated - well, not all of them, at least. Toshi is LOVED, APPRECIATED, and 1A feels like HOME. how many times can i say “cute” and “heartwarming” on this post?? bc these are some amazing writers, whom I adore, and their writing makes my heart WARM. AND. FUZZY. i mean, even just the first few paragraphs of this one just, really sets the scene of what i like to believe the 1A dorm is (on a good day, lol). its a really nice read, so go treat yo’ self by reading it.

paint me in trust by dinomight Rating: G Category: Gen ~6,400 words Summary: The first mark Izuku gets is a slight brush of green across his temple. It’s the soft touch of a mother holding her son for the first time. Inko has one to match, the same shade of green staining the tips of her fingers. Hers is more noticeable; Izuku’s tends to blend into his hairline. He loves it anyways. He has to. It’s the only soulmate mark he has. (Or: how Izuku goes from just green to a rainbow, UA-style.) Ok, so this fic sort of plays off the idea of soulmates, and does not fit in with soulmates in the usual form of the trope. First off its completely platonic. Its categorized as Gen and sticks to that. Also it doesn’t seem to be as obligatory and permanent as you would think it would be. It seems to be more of the universe telling you who has the possibility of being important in your life. I really really loved this, it was so adorable and gives you that sweet, sweet Izuku angst, before healing your heart with the power of friendship and found family!!!

The Die Has Been Cast by ChiwiTheKiwi (tumblr: @chiwithekiwi ) Rating: G Category: Gen ~5,400 words Summary: “There’s something about that kid you aren’t telling me, isn’t there?”When no answer meets him, Shouta tries again.“You know something about Midoriya’s quirk that you haven’t shared with me. Is that right?”(Or: A canon "What If" surrounding the latest manga events and focusing on Aizawa finally making a connection.) First off, this fic has spoilers for the manga, so dont read unless you’re past chp212! I loooooooove OfA reveal fics, especially when it’s Aizawa that finds out. He deserves to know!!! its kind of important!!!! This fic chooses a great moment to work off of, and does a great job with Aizawa’s character. I really enjoyed it and couldn’t keep myself from going back and reading it just now LOL

These last two are actually two-shots, but it makes it an even 10! also Izuku and dadmight, so we can continue the theme here...

Some Unspoken Thing by LittleKy Rating: G Category: Gen ~7,900 words (2chps) Green, Toshinori has always thought, is the color of life anew.(Or: It's time for Yagi Toshinori to finally accept that he has a son, now, in all but blood. It's time for Midoriya Hisashi to accept that as well.) YES ALL MIGHT! ADMIT THAT IZUKU IS YOUR SON! great portrayal of the characters and really hits the nail on the head for DadMight. and Izuku in this story is just the smallest green floof that you wish to give a hug. NEVER MIND ALL MIGHT, YOU TOOK TOO LONG SO IZUKU IS MY SON NOW AND IM NOT GIVING HIM BACK ( no but seriously i want to hug this fic its so cute TTuTT )

LAST BUT NOT LEAST! I See You by BirdAntlers (tumblr: @aarymk )

Rating: G Category: Gen ~15,400 words (2chps) Midoriya Izuku is a quirkless child, blind from birth. Yagi Toshinori is the most powerful man in the world, loved by millions. They could not be more different, and yet their loneliness is the same. (From a pair of AU posts on Tumblr that got way out of hand; I wanted to put it here because it turned into more of a fic than a "what-if." Basically a vessel for me to vomit as much Dadmight as I can.) Hey, you! Yeah! You! Do you want to cry? Do you want to start sobbing in a public space?? Do you just want to be destroyed with words and be left there kneeling at the feet of a writer who has torn out your heart and stomped on it before they gently wipe the tears from your face? Yeah?? y oU Wan NA D IE??? READ THIS AND GET REKT. you’ll thank me later

(under the cut is just me rambling, i kept all the important stuff up here, ur welcome)

Now that the actual recs are over I can rant here- look i really tried to slim my recs down, but i have almost 300 bnha fics bookmarked,some of them are “to read” or theyre in progress, etc but i managed to get this list sorta slimmed down? a little?(to only 58!!!) but as i was gathering this post together it felt like i dont have very many Dadmight recs on that list??? but i havent rechecked all the other fics i was just going through the oneshots. i... kinda read a lot more fics with AIzawa in it instead. it be that way. DadMight content is SO GOOD. but my fav is aizawa im sorryyyyy anyway i have another SEVENteeN oneshots to put in rec posts and that does NOT include the mulitchapter and friikin series and stuff... and like i said this is aaaaaaallllllllllllllll BnHA. batfam fic posts will come after, and then star wars, and then maybe star trek? we’ll see. i have a very specific taste in ST fics and that is Tarsus IV whump. which. i have not read in a while. when they say “that trope came from ST” for sooooooo many tropes, you WISH other fandoms had tarsus as a trope, holy crap it is TOP TIER angst fodder. if you love to write/read whump, angst, and h/c i would HIGHLY recommend that you take a bit of time and explore the content and stories there. heck maybe i will make a ficrec post for just tarsus angst. ok.

my INTENTION is to edit these posts later with little links to the other fic rec lists so that itll be easier to find. but., its me, so itll either happen in painful detail or not at all

asdjkdgh its 2:30am and i need to sleep and not be rambling incoherently again I WILL SAVE THIS AS A DRAFT.

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RICH NEIGHBORS PART 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Part 1 THE GABRIELING

-wow does Lila get absolutely C R E A M E D in this au.

-almost makes you feel bad.

-almost

-since we got Mr Felix “I don’t need friends. They disappoint me” Agreste here, you better believe this girl gets exposed faster than you can say “Watermelon Kids”.

-(I mean Felix quotes that vine all the time to his FRIENDS so it sorta doesn’t apply but whatever you get what I mean.)

-Lila lies immediately about Marinette. But she obviously doesn’t know it’s Marinette, because Marinette goes by Marie Mêler, and not Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

-it’s actually kind of funny because Noel Bulles (I’m going with Nino’s brother’s name being Chris, not Noel because I needed a name and Noel was the best one so) or Nino Lahiffe also overhears her bragging about being best friends with him, just as he had said about Marinette.

-“oh Marinette Dupain Cheng and I are besties! Us and Nino Lahiffe, we’re like this!” She grins, crossing her fingers to signify how close they are.

-Oh heck to the no!

-Marinette is now becoming angry and that’s not good, so Felix decides “hey, I’ve met Dupain Cheng and Lahiffe before, and they are almost never in the public eye. It’s basically impossible for that to be true. But if you want to continue trying to make this class your sheeple, be my guest. You’ll see what happens when you do.”

-silence

-And the entire class kind of explodes

-everyone realizes that, hmm, yeah that’s a bit suspicious.

-there was no reason for Felix to lie about that, because they know that this 17 year old that acts like some 30 something businessman literally could care less about the class liking him.

-They immediately are more cautious of Lila’s words, and when she starts talking about Jagged and his cat, that really brings it home.

-they ignore her.

-they aren’t mean to her, since that’s just not anyone’s style. Chloe went to homeschool a few years ago, and that’s the only real “bully” they had.

-but they don’t take anything she says seriously. Lila eventually realizes that the lying is not working. So she just stops talking as much, moves to the back of the classroom without prompting, and plans her next move.

-“that wasn’t too bad!” You say, forgetting that there is more.

-Watermelon kids and their reveal!

-Marie is Marinette Dupain Cheng?!

-Noel is Nino Lahiffe?!

-Lila, who hadn’t really talked in weeks except to attempt to gain some sort of sympathy, paled immediately when she was confronted with it on Monday morning.

-“this is proof that you were definitely lying. You should be glad Felix stopped me before I put that video of you on my blog.”

-Alya Cesaire everyone!

-she has a blog where just writes about different attractions and news in Paris. She figured getting such a scoop from the best friend of two never seen in public rich kids would really jump start her blog.

-Felix and Adrien stopped her, Adrien being nice and calm about it and Felix telling her it would be idiotic to post the interview without sources.

-and she listens, bc even though she’s still hopeful that Lila is telling the truth, it does sound a bit too good to be true.

-Alya is still best friends with our baby Mari.

-it’s different than in canon but they hang out at Alya’s a lot, sometimes when Mari stays at the bakery she’ll invite Alya over, and basically they are inseparable

-Alya isn’t really into romance, at least not for herself since she’s trying to kickstart a career, but when she sees the budding romances between Mari and Felix and Adrien and Nino

-Madamoiselle Matchmaker at your service.

-but enough of my girl Alya

-lets get back to the WATERMELON KIDS

-they are both so awkward after the reveal.

-people in class are all starry eyed and it’s weird because okay, they were both nice and well known in the class and throughout the school

-BUT THIS IS NEXT LEVEL

-Mari basically sticks close to her friends because when she gets overwhelmed, they help her out a ton.

-Nino tries to be chill and it’s not working.

-but the thing is, now people either try to become best friends with them for the benefits, or they insult them because they’re rich kids

-and, yeah it doesn’t really bother them.

-sticks and stones, you know?

-but then someone insulted Alya, saying she’s a suck up and she’s just hanging around the group so she can get a scoop and expose their secrets and stuff.

-and Mari and Nino actually go off.

-that is their little baby reporter friend who can definitely take care of herself and doesn’t need to play dirty to get good news and be a great reporter thank you very much

-they can handle being insulted themselves, but touch their friends and family and it’s game over.

-Alya finds it very sweet

-she does remind them that she can take care of herself, but thanks them for backing her up

-Emile Agreste

-woah where did she come from???

-there’s a movie premiere in Paris and she’s attending and Adrien is like !!!

-Felix is just kind of... standoffish when she’s in town??

-he’s just bitter that both his mother and father are distant and his dad’s assistant is more of a mother figure to him at this point.

-btw, Nathalie is so done. She sometimes cries in her office, which sounds really sad until you learn she is just leaning her head on the wall and crying as she bangs her head.

-ma’am please take a month off and take a vacation

-but she can’t because she loves the boys too much

-she’s emile’s best friend, and so when she gets kind of mad at em for being gone so much, everyone’s really surprised.

-she’s walking into the premiere with a tablet in her hands and Emile is like “wow I missed you and Gabe so much!!!”

-and Felix and Adrien are RIGHT THERE LIKE-

-and Nathalie just snaps

-“obviously not enough to actually take a break. Felix, Adrien, it’s time to go into the theatre. Your father won’t be joining us, he didn’t deem this important enough to attend in person.”

-mari and Nino are nearby and OH DO YOU NEED SOME ICE FOR THAT BURN MADAME AGRESTE

-what was I talking about?

-oh yeah, back to fashion.

-that’s Marinette right there, making new designs.

-she does special celebrity commissions and gifts herself, but they have tons of other designers and seamstresses helping with the actual mass production of lines.

-Mari’s first fashion show is a collaboration between DC and LE. They provide the runway music and have live up and comers, and Mari does the same, with smaller designers presenting their lines before Mari’s and her’s being the final and the crown jewel.

-she jump started a lot of careers that way, both in the music and fashion industries.

-the watermelon kids are on every teen magazine

-they are huge in America

-both of them traveled there to just get a better feel of American culture, fashion, and music and wow

-paparazzi

-EVERYWHERE

-Nino meets some American singers and convinces his mother that an American location would be good for the company

-Marinette does the same, insisting that it would be full of profit

-it works and the summer following the reveal, Marinette, Nino, Alya, and the Agreste Twins all go to America.

-which will be elaborated on in Part 3!

This whole thing was sort of a mess lol

I jumped around a lot but most of these were the first ideas that popped into my head and it was a lot of fun to create.

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#rich neighbors au #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #chloe bourgeois #alya cesaire #carapace #nino lahiffe #watermelon kids #felix agreste #ml felinette #agreste twins

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