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A Distant Dream III // Luke Patterson

Summary: In 1994 seventeen year old Luke Patterson had once again to ask out the girl that held his heart. With the belief he would see the younger Mercer girl the next morning he decides to then confess his feelings. Only the soft music bewitched the reader into an antique wardrobe with lots of history.

Warnings: Swearing, grief, magic wardrobe, talk of death, angst, and fluff

Words: 3.2k

A/N: I’m loving this series omg.

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“It should be somewhere in here,” Julie spoke with the flashlight scanning the basement the Molina’s didn’t use. She was hunting for the spare cord her mother had always carried with the amp for the few times she played with her old band for fun.

Most of the stuff had found its way in the basement, collecting dust and leaving sadness in its wake. Reggie’s had snapped early this morning to his great disappointment and with no spare in sight.

As Julie’s hand brushed her old childhood dollhouse, a soft golden light gleamed from further back. Her brown eyes finding the corner when the golden glow was framing a square in the distance. Rocking back on the heels of her feet, Julie stared at the sight.

Faint music came from the surrounding area of the golden glow. The Puerto Rican is enthralled by the bewitching music coming from the back of the basement. Her sneakered feet walking closer to the wardrobe as the creak of a door came from it.

Julie halted as the sheet slipped off, revealing the old wood to her brown eyes and the golden glow brightening the room further. The telltale sound of noise behind her concealed by the music that grew louder and louder. The door unlatched itself with a form slamming the basement floor with a slam.

Julie stumbled back. A deep groan pulled from the stranger’s lips before Julie’s scream ripped through the once empty room. The cry of a male behind her joining the screams as Julie turned on her heel halting at the pure unadulterated fear on Alex’s face.

“What the hell?” Alex hissed, staring at the prone form of a girl with long hair intricately pinned in places. The formal hairstyle at war with the outfit Alex could just barely make out as a plaid skirt reaching mid-thigh over sheer black tights. The colour of the skirt concealed by the dim lighting.

“Peter.” The name slipped from your lips filled with anguish as you frantically crawled to the wardrobe to search it.

The scream of grief falling from your lips as your hand made contact with the wooden back of the wardrobe. Your arms wrapped around your middle as you collapsed into yourself as it cemented in your brain. Your life in Narnia ended in seconds.

“Excuse me? How the heck did you do that?” Julie’s terrified voice questioned as she fought her impulse to run. Just as she had from the boys when they first appeared in the studio.

The truth of the matter settling you swiftly turned to the voice surprised you had left yourself vulnerable to attack. Your wild eyes scanning the room for a sword, or even your bow that was always strapped to you. You found only a basement with old furniture instead and two teens staring shocked at you.

“Where-“

“Y/N?” The blonde boy gasped stumbling forward taken aback by the sudden appearance of his little sister. Your eyes meeting his blue confused before memories of him snapped in your brain previously hidden behind a wall.

“Alex?” You questioned, throwing yourself into his arms to wrap your arms around him as you dissolved into sobs. Alex melting into your body sobbing just as hard.

“I’m two seconds away from storming Dr. Turner’s office, I swear. First, three ghosts appear in my studio and now a girl out of a wardrobe also from the ’90s.” Julie muttered scrubbing her hand over her face. Your eyes wandering to her form in confusion at what she had said.

“’ also from the ’90s’?” You asked, stepping one step away from Alex who refused to let you go as if you would disappear once more, “What year is it?”

“How about we talk about this in the studio. Reggie and Luke are in the studio, I came to get Julie. You’ve been down here for a while.” Alex suggested with a look that Julie caught quickly. Alex didn’t want to prolong the reunion with the rest of the guys.

Alex walked up from the basement with Julie straight to the door with dozens of questions in his brain. This was a change he welcomed with open arms and a happy heart. The house was empty as Ray had taken Carlos to an all-day out of town baseball tournament.

Luke and Reggie’s voices drifted out from the studio blocked by the white barn doors only partially open. The two arguing about the band playing one of Reggie’s country songs on stage. Their attention not on the three people walking into the room as Luke stretched out on his back on his sofa. Reggie curled in one of the armchairs beside the couch.

“It’s not our sound!” Luke spoke, staring his bassist down with a heated glare that wasn’t as harsh as if it was someone else.

“Pop wasn’t either but look where we are now?” Reggie retorted with his arms crossed and a pout painted on his flushed face. Alex could sigh at the same debate that happened at least twice a week.

“Sunset Curve is pop now?” Your soft voice still tortured with loss bringing both the boys to the front of the studio. Standing uncomfortable in the clothing that revealed more skin in the fifteen years you had been in Narnia.

The gasps would have amused Alex had this sudden development not happened, especially when his long lost sister fell out of a wardrobe. Luke and Reggie stumbled to their feet in pure astonishment seeing the person they had dreamed of seeing one more time.

“Holy shit.” Luke choked blinking frantically as you sent an awkward smile to the face of the person that had haunted you for fifteen years.

“Y/N?” Reggie cried, raising both hands to cover his mouth as if it would hold in the heartbreaking sobs.

Julie took the initiative to step to the side to allow the reunion to happen without a distraction, but really it was impossible. A bomb could drop, and none of the ’90s teens would notice with their attention solely on each other.

“Are you a ghost?” Reggie questioned you with furrowed brows. Alex’s hand intertwined with yours.

At the familiar texture and comfort of your older brother’s comforting hand, your eyes clenched tight—tears building at the very different hands you had held for over a decade.

“Ghost?” You questioned, clearing your tight throat in bewilderment. Your e/c eyes changing between the three different eyes. The three boys shared a glance with each other, “Does anyone have a sweater I could borrow?”

Alex was surprised at the request, “You want a sweater? You adore midriff shirts.”

“That was before.” You simply stated, “So what has happened?”

That was the words that shattered the frozen form of Luke Patterson, who stumbled his way to hug you. His arms wrapping around, brought both relief but also guilt. This was the guy that had been the third party of your marriage without even knowing. The thoughts caused your muscles to tense, leading Luke to a different conclusion.

Luke believed you rejected his hug because you blamed him.

“You’re not a ghost?” Reggie questioned following as you sat on the sofa in such an uncharacteristic position.

Your posture entirely pin straight with an air of regality that went above the posture you had as a young Mercer. Alex’s eyebrows raised almost into his hairline at how you held yourself compared to the slight slouch you developed away from your parents. His blue eyes caught the calm mask that concealed your panic under a practised mask.

“You disappeared in 1994 after you spent supper with my family.” Luke softly started recalling the night his life first changed for the worse, “You left just before dark after time got away from us. You sent a smile before the plants hid your form and I never saw you again.”

A sad smile broke the mask you wore, “I’m sorry the fifteen years have made it difficult for memories.”

“Fifteen years?” Julie interrupted, bringing your attention to the girl in the corner with a soft voice. Her eyes couldn’t help scan you and Alex finding the similarities and differences, but she loved how relaxed Alex looked in your presence.

“Time is…different where I was.” The sentence was slow to leave your lips as your eye wandered the different version of the studio.

“Was it a black room?” Reggie inquired shifting for Julie to have space to sit down without her limbs moving through Reggie’s leg. Alex was quick to settle on your left side with Luke in the closest armchair to you.

“No?” You trailed off thinking of the years you had spent ruling a kingdom with your in-laws, “I-I think when I left Luke’s house, there was this music. Like a lullaby that drew me into this antique store and a voice out of a dream. I was entranced, and then I was in a different world.”

“You have an accent.” Luke implored finally seeing the mature difference in your demeanour, posture and personality, “Like it’s English but still sounds like you. Were you in England?”

The soft giggle came from your lips, “No. I swear on Aslan I wasn’t in England.”

Everyone was deaf to Julie’s confusion and her soft repeat of the name you whispered into the air. The word drawing a sense of having had heard it before it comes her way.

“Who’s Aslan?” Alex asked unclipping his infamous fanny pack to remove the pink sweater. He couldn’t help but see the way you tugged the plaid skirt down and your black crop top down.

Your hand grasped the soft material of the pink sweater, the first pink garment Alex had owned. His pride and joy of a sweater was slipped over your outfit landed past the hem of your skirt.

“He’s…” Your words broke off, trying to find a way how to tell them that Aslan ruled the entirety of Narnia. He created it, but he was a lion that could talk.

“I’d like to know how you’ve been in that wardrobe for so long!” Julie gushed unable to hold back her curiosity, “My parents got that as a wedding gift when they were moving into the house. It was shifted downstairs because my mom couldn’t let it go for the sentimental value.”

“I’m sorry but wardrobe? She came- you came out of a wardrobe?” Alex wondered, shaking his head before he said his infamous word, “Okay.”

“I was trying to find a spare cord for Reggie, but out of absolutely nowhere, this music came from the back area. This pretty golden hue lit up the room, and then she just fell out of the wardrobe.”

“I’m so confused,” Reggie whispered to himself, staring off into the distance at two things he had learnt.

You had gone missing before they died yet for you, only fifteen years had gone by.

You had been in a wardrobe. A wardrobe!

“So are you dead or not?” Julie asked next leaning forward to face you in anticipation for the new piece of information. Her inquisitive brown eyes glittering in the light of the studio as you tried to find the correct words.

“I’m alive.” You decided to go the simple route, “I’m guessing that you three are dead?”

Alex, Reggie and Luke all nodded with each other, “Street dogs. How aren’t you fazed?”

“Uh, I walked into a wardrobe. Joined a war, won the war, got crowned for the kingdom by Aslan, and grew up.” You tapped a finger for each piece of your fifteen years, much easier to just use your perspective, “Fifteen years ruling with Peter and his siblings.”

“Peter?” Alex inquired with one dark blonde eyebrow raised high with caution written clearly on his youthful face.

“My husband.” The words choked everyone in the damn room, and Luke felt like he could puke. The girl he was still very much in love with was now taken by someone else just weeks after he grieved the almost-relationship he could have had with you.

Adjusting to the new world, the third time in your, life wasn’t as difficult as you would have expected. Well, adapting to the technological advances and the new band Sunset Curve had evolved into. The relationship with Luke was at simplicity quite awkward, something Luke never anticipated when he envisioned finding you.

It was painful for everyone in the room with you two. You were trying to deal with the guilt of abandoning your kingdom, of your Narnian friends, of not being with the Pevensies. You had a strong suspicion they had returned back to England, and the time was the hardest to deal with.

Instead of 1994, the current year was 2020 for you—twenty-six years in this world but fifteen in Narnia. You didn’t look a day over your age in 1994. Looking in mirrors was startling every time to see your teen youth instead of the thirty-one-year-old.

Happily, the bond with Alex hadn’t diminished if anything it had gotten stronger. He was assimilating to the new fashion you liked. You had a more mature style and preferred modest outfits; the Narnian fashion was still very much part of you.

Reggie adored hearing the adventures you had done in Narnia, he grew a crush on the version of Lucy you told. He was definitely awed at how you had had a stable of horses that could talk, some weren’t vocal.

All three boys were jealous of the fact that despite being born in the late ’70s, you were alive in 2020. You could touch and interact with everyone while they only had each other, and now you. Flynn had been sceptical but grew to be friends with you.

For you, you would be found staring out the window in the attic of the Molina house where you had settled in. A rather long-winded explanation of being from overseas and your housing having fallen through. Ray and welcomed you into the home with open arms.

“Hey! We’re gonna go explore. Do you wanna come with us?” Alex asked from his spot near the door he had poked his head through. His smile turning upside down at the lost look in your eyes and fingers that played with the only evidence of your Narnian life.

The ring you had worn since Peter had proposed ten years ago with a specially designed ring by the best of the business. Cair Paravel’s military General, formerly of Aslan’s Army, Oreius’ sister Odette had personally pushed the contract to the front.

The ring was absolutely breathtaking of a moonstone set in a rose gold floral metal setting with tiny diamonds in a flora design. It was definitely made with the rarest rose gold, and the moonstone was personally found on a quest Peter had gone on. You were thrilled it had survived the return to the human world.

“Y/N?” Alex spoke once more, gaining your attention from the overcast sky with a bittersweet smile.

“Hey, Alex.” You replied, walking closer for the hug he had quickly made into a requirement every time he saw you.

“Reggie, Luke and I are going to explore if you want to join us.”

The offer was tempting even if you had to submit to being in an awkward environment with Luke Patterson. Seeing him each time brought that love that had overshadowed Peter’s love and that in itself brought tremendous guilt.

“I think I’ll hang here. Thank you for inviting me, Alex.” You softly replied as you retreated to the bed in the large renovated attic. Ray and Rose had renovated it into living space when Julie was still in elementary school.

Ray had spent a few months staying in the attic room after Rose passed away because he couldn’t even touch the doorknob. His sister in law Victoria had to help move things to the attic as Ray mourned his wife.

“I’ll be right back,” Alex told you before he poofed, something you still couldn’t wrap your mind around.

Instead of Alex returning it was Luke with that sheepish smile he adorned in the last week you had returned. Your e/c eyes widened in surprise when they met the hazel of his own.

“Luke.” You breathed astounded as he hesitantly walked closer, “Aren’t you going with Reggie and Alex?”

Luke’s hand gestured to the bed, “May I sit?”

“Yeah!” You nodded shifted to create distance between you and the guitarist that had once held your heart in his hands.

Things were different. The ring on your left hand said so. The wedding ceremony in Narnia said so. Yet your heart didn’t understand further than the yearning and love it throbbed with.

“Alex kinda hit some sense into me. This has been…a rather confusing time since that night in 1995.” Luke didn’t talk about his experience dying with anyone because he was still working through it. To avoid the pain and trauma, he focused on the band instead.

“I can attest to that. A week ago, I was with my family hunting for the White Stag content with my life. Next thing I knew I’m racing after Lucy into a wardrobe in which blasted me with memories.” You sighed thinking back to the banter with Edmund and Susan before Lucy uttered ‘Spare Oom’ of a distant time, “I feel terrible that I had no conscious recollection of my life before Narnia. I’d see a tall blonde in the crowd and have this sudden emotion of loss. I forgot about my own brother.”

“I can’t blame you for anything. You had a responsibility to an entire kingdom.”

“Part of me must have remembered because when I was gifted my horse, it asked me to name her. I chose Mercer without thinking about why. It’s always interested me in the reason behind the choice.” You played with the bedspread to avoid his face and the guilt of abandoning him unintentionally or not.

“How was the music in Narnia?” Luke inquired, bringing a neutral topic to once best friends in the process of recovering the friendship, “Any rock?”

The laugh lightened the heaviness in Luke’s chest and brought a smile to both the teens’ faces. Music was always one of the topics you could talk for hours with the band given the classical background you had.

“None that we had the honour of hearing.” The grin brought a smile to Luke’s face as well, and then some of the pieces of your friendship found their place in the frame.

“So, tell me more about this place.”

And so, you did as the sun set and then rose hours later while you were content to retell the tale of your time. The war with the White Witch and watching Edmund take his last breath and his first one after a drop from Lucy’s Cordial.

As you retold your tale of adventures to Luke, a quartet of siblings scoured a wardrobe decades before the conversation commenced.

A little girl sobbing for her lost sister and greatest friend while her oldest brother closed himself off. A seventeen-year-old closed himself off, finding it difficult adjusting to being a teen once more. As if he hadn’t lived fifteen years with his wife beside him. As if he never had a wife.

Above is the Narnia engagement ring reader wears from Peter

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hexpea · 2 years

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okay, another sad, sappy satosugu lyrical analysis bc i can't help myself

this time its for lose one friend by hotel books and again from gojo's perspective on losing geto - again, my dumb, lil notes will be the colored stuff! c:

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Watching muscles ache from the stress in your back Waiting for bones to break from the weight of what you lack I would spend all my time helping you find truth And it really cuts like a knife knowing I can't save you - gojo notices geto losing it, he tries to find out wtf is wrong but geto won't say and gojo's all frustrated about it Because saying goodbye hurts the worst when you know it's the final word It comes across like a curse and I can't believe you said it first - geto said that thing about cursing him at the very end omg...and just obviously losing the one you care about most...that's the one thing in our lives that tends to hurt the worst whether it be by death or even just emotionally So now the final word on the final page Of the final chapter of this narrative we made Is my weak conscious whispering words through my mouth The very words I prayed would never come out - when he first noticed geto starting to change, surely gojo knew some kind of end was coming, especially when he heard geto murdered that village. though he avoided killing him at the time, he had to figure that they couldn't continue the fake cat-mouse chase forever. it had to end at some point.

I kept clinging onto the past and hoped the future would be the same We would cry and laugh knowing the past would not remain And I would argue with God, every night I would lie awake And lie to myself, hoping all of this was fake - this stanza is pretty self-explanatory, cue the tears for satosugu - but yeah, just happy memories with geto, gojo wants it all to come back but its impossible

Because I got a new perspective on general anesthetics When you finally went to see Jesus, and all your family learned how to believe in a void - ultimately this is just saying gojo has a new view on death now that someone he loves passed away, learning to live with that gap while still trying to put on a happy face for his students when he did finally become a teacher Because that's all that they could see in us, cigarette smoke and broken words - they being likely the higher ups or anyone but satosugu - they don't realize how impactful the relationship they shared was on the two boys even after geto's death, they don't understand why gojo is so torn up (like, the higher ups just see sorcerers as tools, I think - hence why they always send the inexperienced ones on these death missions and not always just as a way to dispose of those they don't like) My heart became the platform for everything they hated the most - gojo always going against higher ups in an attempt to prevent another suguru thing and just ultimately make the world a better place, etc...gojo's whole teaching philosophy And I stayed clear of the lack, hoping somebody would come by and cut this rope - while gojo still puts on a happy face, surely he's still being eaten up inside, always putting his body on the line during missions because he can't finish himself off and he's too strong for anyone else to do it (and he also may feel obligated to create a better future before he can disappear into the shadows)

Your apartment got so empty when you moved to that city with the streets of gold And I know what you meant when you said this room can grow so terribly cold And I wrestled with the idea of taking your place But I know that if anyone deserves, a break from this world of pain It's you, it's not me and I'm still asleep - gojo, i think, ultimately understood where geto was coming from about the pain of putting their lives on the line for those who are ungrateful but obvs. doesn't agree with the whole genocide thing, but either way - he knew geto was in pain, he knew that he was tired

It's not about being there for me, it's about respecting me enough to tell me why you're not. - he wishes geto would have told him his struggles sooner so that they could come up with an idea together or at least get geto some help before he totally lost it... So I'll just slip back into my sleep, There's a demon in my casket and I think that we've fallen in love, and most nights, I wish it was you. - perhaps this demon is kenjaku??? lmao (or maybe even the "i wish it was you" part could be nanami (not saying that nanami is a demon though lol)

my rambles or not, this song just screams satosugu to me idk

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gojoscloset · 3 years

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“Hello, I just read your writing d**k appointment and I like it very much. And suddenly, I saw that you open the request NSFW dialogue prompts. Would you please write prompt 60 “Looks like someone wants to be a dad/mom” with Gojo or Megumi please 🥺”

Bahaha omg I’m so sorry I’m late as hell I’ve been busy with a lot mentally cause I have the attention span of a goldfish.

Please please enjoy, thank you so much for requesting lol. I’m back on my bullshit ✨

60. “Looks like someone wants to be a mom/dad”

WARNINGS: N S F W

Reposted from previous account

Smut obvs.

Breeding kink???? (if you squint)

Cream pie

Mentions of Pregnancy

No proofread??

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“Looks like someone wants to be a mom.”

You didn’t dare look away from what you thought had to be one of the cutest pairs of baby shoes you have ever laid your eyes on.

“Hmm? What do you mean? I just thought they were cute!” you lifted the pair of shoes up and gave your boyfriend a grin.

But Satoru was no idiot.

You see, these past few months have been filled with nothing but waves of emotions and ideas that you would have never thought you would have contemplated this early in life, but a pregnancy scare earlier in the year shook your world and turned it on its axis.

Of course you had imagined a life with Satoru, possibly married in the later years, and a potential family way wayyy down the line. However, you were content with where you two stood. A strong and healthy relationship, 2 consenting adults in love. But you also had to remember you were 2 powerful sorcerers in love. So even with your line of work, kids at the moment seemed really out of the question. Hell, even being in a relationship with someone like Satoru was a blessing with the lives you two lived. So even the idea of bearing his child seemed like you were asking for a lot from the universe.

When your period came late, all your little fantasies and thoughts of having a family took a step closer to becoming reality, you melted at the idea of becoming a mother and all your fears and doubts were thrown out the window.

But alas, the joy left just as fast as it came you were back on your regular schedule the day before your doctor's appointment. Relieved of course, but things weren’t the same.

Day after day you caught yourself indulging more and more in the idea of what your life would be like with a child. Would your first child be a girl or a boy? Whose features would they take on the most? Oh how you prayed to the gods that they would look more like Satoru than anything.

Would you be a good mother? Would Satoru be a good father? There was no doubt in your mind that he would be.

Don’t even get started on the names.

Your gaze would linger when you would pass up children and their parents at a park. Or when you would pass up baby clothes at the shopping strip, you would stop in your tracks and imagine your future child wearing that outfit.

Secretly you would shop for clothes online just to ‘see what they look like’ Or secretly read first time mom forums on breddit just to ‘See how it feels’ but it was so much more than just a passing curiosity.

And of course, You weren’t the only one who noticed the change.

You and Satoru have been in the love game for a respectable amount of time, and have spent the seconds, hours,days,weeks,months,years, in each other's presence. He would absolutely be able to acknowledge when you’d turn your head in the kids section or when your gaze would linger on the little girls in princess dresses at the market, corners of your lips curling just a little.

Or when a toddler at the grocery store handed him a fake phone,in which he pretended to answer with such enthusiasm you would almost believe he was actually on the phone with someone,he could visibly see how your heart melted at the sight. You looked at him like you wanted to marry him on the spot for the rest of the day. A personal favorite memory of his.

Satoru was a dumbass, but he was not stupid.

You didn’t know how much he loved seeing these little things, the little changes in you. Behind his tinted shades and through his long lashes, he would carefully watch your duality go from powerful sorcerer to something maternal.Something you never did in all the time he has known you until after the scare.

It made him want to jump your bones on the spot and put a baby in you every time, but you never brought up the topic despite seeming to be interested in motherhood, and respectfully he left it alone. But you had been caught red handed almost always.

Satoru held himself back when he had various opportunities to talk about it, do you know how hard that is to do as Satoru?

He wanted to press on. He wanted to pry and ask you all kinds of questions regarding the sudden change, but he knew that there was a time and place for everything, and now was definitely not the time nor location.

“Hey, not bad!” He allowed his glasses to slip off the bridge if his nose ever so slightly to get a better view.

“I would wear these if they came in my size”

He joked, you smacked his arm playfully and laughed.

“Cmon lets g-“

You were about to place the shoes back on the rack but he stopped you before you did. He pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos of the shoes and tag.

“I was being serious” he stated plainly, earning another laugh from the both of you.

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The rest of the day went on as normal, for the most part. The little interaction at the store replayed not only in your mind but Satoru’s as well.

‘Did I make it too obvious?’

‘Did I overdo it with the shoes?’

‘Is it time to talk about it?’

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‘Toru..’ you whined but that didn’t stop him from continuing to bend you like a pretzel while plowing into you.

“Don’t be shy now, you look so good like this. ...And those faces you make....” he licked his lips reaching out to grab your jaw, thumb running across your lip.

Even though you were whining about the embarrassing positions he kept putting you in, your body was on fire and didn’t want this to end.

With every position he managed to go deeper and deeper, hitting places only he knew how to hit. He utilized the curve of his dick just how you liked it, grazing your favorite spots with every thrust.

The way your walls fluttered and clenched against his made them his favorite spots too.

It was crazy to you how Satoru knew your body like nobody else did. He knew every curve, every dip, every corner. He knew what made you weak in the knees and what you disliked with a passion. He knew what made you cream, what made you wet, what made your back arch and your toes curl.

“You like that Hmm?” He bucked his hips, folding your legs up, pushing your knees as close to your chest as possible.

He gazed into your eyes, watching the way your face wrenched in pleasure. He needed that, he loved that. Being able to see your expression contour and twist because of him, god it got him off.

He looked down at you, his usually spiky hair now flattened with sweat, strands sticking to the side of his face. He bit his lip, and gripped your hips with force, bruises were guaranteed.

He brought you closer, you slowed your breathing to control the ride. You two had been fucking long enough to know the Cues, the way your body twitched and the little sounds you would make when you were close triggered the muscle memory and he moved in the way he knew would push you over the edge.

“D..Don't slow down!” You commanded, throwing your head back into the sheets, the familiar tingling sensation starting at your core, his pace picking up, hands trailing down your abdomen, fingers circling around your clit, wet with its own slick.

He couldn’t help but suck on his own bottom lip watching your body rock in rhythm with his, the way your breast bounced, he couldn’t help but grab a handful.

“That’s right baby….” he spoke softly, voice just above the lewd sounds you two we’re making. The squelching, skin slapping skin, the gasping sounds when he would thrust back into you.

He was getting carried away, letting the words just spill from his lips. “Mmmm fuck yeah baby, you feel so fucking good.” He groaned “fuck around and put a baby in you-“

You had been with this man for many many moons, had been through thick and thin, but nothing had prepared you two for that awkward moment.

All movements ceased the second he stopped talking. Both of you pulled away and just looked at each other, embarrassment demonstrated on both of your faces.

Both of you seemed to think about the Barget incident, and then every other incident which made the dirty talk hit different.

“Sorry” Quickly he spoke, in hopes of somehow saving his ass in case things went south.

“W-what for?” You continued to try and mask your feelings about the situation(s), but nothing could get past his eyes.

He was no idiot, you knew that, but you still tried him, because sometimes he lets your shit slide. But not this time.

“Please y/n, I’ve seen the change in you.”

The air was thick, momentarily, but the smile on his face gave you clarity.

“The lingering looks, the shoes at the store… I’ve noticed” his large hands cupped your face, thumb brushing calming shapes against your cheek.

“Is there something we need to talk about?”

He released you from your position and sat up straight.

“Toru…do you really wanna talk about this now?????” Sheepish under the circumstances

“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together too long for you to try and play this game with me.”

His hands found their way to you once again. Pulling you by the wrists, he sat you up and made you look at him as he continued to speak.

“Communication remember?” He was soft, yet stern.

“You haven’t been the same since the missed period incident.” Your jaw dropped, he was on it even with the timing.

There was no sense in hiding anything anymore, this man knows all, this man sees all.

“I’d be lying if I said you were wrong….you see..” you began to pour your heart out, trying your hardest to keep eye contact with him.

“The pregnancy scare heightened the want for a family with you, Satoru. I envision a lot of things, and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”

He held your gaze while looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He listened intently like you were whispering the secrets of the universe to him.

“But I never brought up the topic of family because we’re-“

“Sorcerers” He finished the sentence for you, the small smile he held earlier now turned into a flat line.

The speed in which he did was almost enough to make you flinch. Bittersweet in a way,at least this confirmed that he too thought about a family with you at one point but considered the circumstances.

A“Exactly..” you continued. “And the scare made me realize what I want in life..with you. But it’s out of reach and it’s not something I wanted to project onto- “

His large hands placed themselves in either side of your face and Satoru showered you with kisses.

“I. Love. You. So. Much.” He spoke in between kisses.

“I love you too, but- AH!!! What are you doing??!”

Satoru pulled you by your ankles, placing himself in between your legs once again.

“Putting a baby in you, that's what.” He gave you such a sweet and loving look, it didn’t match the words that spewed from his lips.

“T-that’s not funny…” Quickly, you covered your entrance before he even thought about it.

“Exactly, because it wasn’t a joke sweetheart.”

“Wait, but what about-”

“We’ll be fine, i’m the strongest, remember?” he gave you a playful wink and grabbed your wrists, playfully prying your hands away, he wasn’t going to do anything though, not without your consent, but seeing how flustered he could make you fed the already enlarged ego he owned.

“Now tell me, do you want a boy or girl? Ooh, what about their names?”

“ Satoru… wait… are you sure? Don’t you wanna think about it a little more?”

He let out a playful laugh and pointed a finger dramatically at you, “Are you sure?”

Without missing a beat you nodded, you wanted this so bad, and by the looks of it, so did he.

“That’s all you had to say, let me take care of you, my pillow princess”

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The sultry night was young.How many times have you came already? It didn’t matter.

His arms were wrapped around your entire body, holding you in place as he bounced you up and down his shaft.

“My pretty girl… my sweet sweet princess.” He whispered against your skin, tongue grazing from your collar bone up to your jaw, tasting your sweat. He wanted to breathe you in, and make you his air. The words replayed in his mind as he fucked you senseless.

“and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”

“Toru…” Your breathing hitched,, his praise made your walls twitch around him. He got the hint and immediately went to work. In a swift movement you were beneath his form. His skin glistening with a layer of sweat.

“ How do you want it?” he groaned, draping your leg over his shoulder while grabbing the other one, spreading you wider. You were grateful for the change of position, you have been wanting to touch him for a while now but the grip he had you in earlier was not letting it happen.

Your hands hungrily made his way to his chest and arms.

“As long...as I get it…” you managed to mutter through moans. His thrusts became erratic, a sign that he was coming undone as well.

“Look at me..tell me how you want it....tell me how you need it” he licked his lips with desire. You managed to look at him through half lidded eyes, giving him exactly what he wanted, he always did the same for you.

You lifted your hips up some, grinding harder against him, letting more of him fill you up, you could swear you felt his head kiss your cervix. You did a kegel, walls giving his dick a hug.

The actions earned you a breathy moan, he almost lost his cool, it threw off his pace momentarily but when he picked back up, the speed was doubled.

“You like to play dirty, hmm? “

“The only way I like to play…”

“Very well then” he said through grit teeth, finger moving to where you were connected, rubbing your clit in circles without mercy. You were pushed over the edge quickly, mouth Ajar, and body convulsing against him, his movements did not falter.

“That’s my good girl”

He lowered his body down mouth to cage you between his arms, droplets of sweat falling onto the sheets as he tried to avoid sweat falling into your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

He asked once again, not moving an inch until you gave him the go.

You simply stared up at him, goofy grin he always carried on him plastered onto his handsome face.

You gave him the go once again and he bucked his hips.

This particular moment was sweet sweet bliss. Normally Satoru would be careless with his movements when it came to chasing his orgasm, but not this particular one. His touches would linger, fingertips burning themselves into your skin with passion, making their way from your hips to your hands, large fingers filling in the gaps between your own.

His kisses were oh so immaculate. Sweet and soft, but most importantly, abundant.

And the way he spoke your name. Only Satoru could make his words come out like they were coated in honey.

His hips snapped and he gave your hand a squeeze, face in the crook of your neck, the hot breath against your skin forced chills down your spine, with you

“I love you so much…” he groaned into your ear. With a few more bucks of his hips you felt his seed spill into you. You were running on fumes at this point, overkill with the overstim, but that’s how you liked it.

You felt your clit throb, your walls still fluttering against him from your previous climax like they were sucking every last drop of out of him.

He looked down at you silently, but the look on his face, the calm waters in his eyes said everything he needed to say. You couldn’t tear away your gaze, you were already high off the blue dream.

His eyes moved from yours to your lips, they looked needy to him. He bent his head down and planted a kiss, despite the scenario, it was chaste. Innocent. Refreshing.

“I love you.” He repeated, though he had no doubt you felt the same. “I know you do...there is not a single doubt in my mind...and I love you oh so very much, more than I could ever put in words.”

There was another comfortable silence, however, the small smile that was on your face quickly turned into a flustered look when he pulled out of you and spread your legs open, looking at the mess he made inside of you.

“W-what the fuck are you doing?!!”

You laughed nervously and tried closing your legs, but he held them open, too strong for you to try and fight against it.

“I just wanted to see the masterpiece I made. Plus-“ he positioned himself between your legs again

“I’m not done, I want to make sure I get the job done right.”

He gave you a wink, and immediately you knew you were in for a long night.

A very very long night.

#jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x reader #satoru gojō x reader #satoru gojo #Nasty Nept✨

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daddyjackfrost · 3 years

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i'm not sure if i have anyy suggestions that you'll want to write, but i'll send them in as they come to mind

so excited for your writing ^^ no pressure though, best of luck with your studies!!

y/n is studying (something difficult, maybe pre-med or med school?) and is feeling a little drained and self-doubtful. she gets up from her space to take a second and is reminded of a time she spent with <whichever haikyuu boy you'd like to write about>. they hadn't gotten to spend much time together as a result of their busy schedule, so the memory of this weekend is especially special to her. start flashback of fluff they had met for dinner, spent time together, cuddled and slept (not 18+) together. they both woke up early but opted to stay in bed together, content in eachother's company, making small talk, laughing softly, fluffy stuff. y/n had brought up her struggles to <haikyuu boy of choice> and he'd been there for her to confide in. she knows its her dream, but casually wonders if she isnt cut out for it. he actively listens, offering comforting touches, until she's finished and then helps her talk it out until she's back up in confidence. more fluffy morning end lashback of fluff y/n feels better having remembered <hq boy>'s pep talk and resumes her efforts.

yeesh, idk how long/short/detailed/vague suggestions are supposed to be, so sorry! 😅 i'll try to be more vague, if you'd like, in the future

hi!! omg u r SO cute i’m in love. anyways, i love your suggestion! it’s amazing. and don’t worry, the more detail the better!

for this request, i’ve chosen Daichi. because i’m a daichi whore i believe in daichi supremacy

Warnings: none :) fluff, daichi x f!reader

alright, anyways, enjoy!

You stared at the piles of paper on your bed. You couldn’t even begin to recall what the different colours of the paper meant. You were just glad you had written it down on your phone.

“This is ridiculous,” you whispered to yourself.

Your back was aching, your muscles were sore, and your eyes burned from the constant strain. You had a final coming up and it was killing you in more ways then one.

“Is this even worth it? I mean, really, what are the chances of me getting into med school?”

You groaned and fell back on your pillow. You dragged your hands down your face. You had been spiraling down a tunnel of self-doubt and it was affecting you. You had begun talking to yourself even more than usual, especially since you cut contact from everyone for a couple of days.

Your phone chimed beside you and you turned your head to face it. You had promised yourself to turn it off, except you forgot.

Well, you didn’t forget, you just didn’t want too.

You picked it up and your eyes fell on the message that your boyfriend left you.

From: acab but not him🙄❣️

‘good evening, beautiful. make sure to eat something, yeah? and get some fresh air. you’ve got this babe, i believe in you❣️’

You smiled at the message. Unknowingly, a few small tears formed at the corners of your eyes. Daichi had a week long training camp that coincidentally aligned with your final. Now, Daichi was in Tokyo and you were cooped up in your room.

Daichi had made it his job to send you texts almost every hour to remind you he loved you and to eat. You didn’t think you could love him even more.

Due to his own busy schedule, Daichi and you hadn’t been able to spend too much time together before he left. But you knew that as soon as you had taken the final, you were going to spent three days in his arms.

You sent a quick text back, telling him you loved him and that you were going to get something to eat now.

You slowly slid out of bed, making your bed and your bones make noise out of agony. Your knees cracked and you looked down. “Just break,” you prayed.

When nothing happened, you huffed out an annoyed breath and made your way to your kitchen. You and Daichi had moved into an apartment two years ago, and you loved every part of it. Your home was your baby.

As you walked, your eyes fell upon the black leather jacket that laid jumbled up on the couch. Your thoughts immediately flashed to the weekend, the last time you had seen Daichi.

It was Friday night, which meant date night for you and the police officer, and it was perfect.

You parked your car outside of the Miyagi Police Station, waiting for Daichi.

You stood outside, enjoying the light breeze. Daichi had texted you to give him a couple minutes. Today was Friday, which meant date night for you and your lover.

You heard some ruckus and lifted your head, meeting Daichi’s warm gaze. He had a large grin etched onto his face and you felt your own lips pull into a smile.

Daichi walked up to you and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. “Hello, darling.”

You brushed away the few dark locks that fell on his forehead. “Hello, officer.”

Daichi’s eyes slightly narrows at the use of the word. He absolutely loved and hated when you called him officer. It did things to him.

“Come, let’s go. I’m starving.”

You nodded and pulled away from him, walking to the drivers seat. Daichi always insisted you drive when you picked him up because he wanted to ‘get his full of you’ because he was at work. You never truly understood it, but you liked his heated stare on you so you never said anything.

You and Daichi ended up going to your favourite restaurant. You went here a lot, and were now on first name basis with the manager and half of the employees.

You and Daichi both ordered your regulars and ate peacefully, with some small talk here and there. A hungry Daichi usually resulted in a quiet Daichi.

After dinner, you drove to the park by your house to get some fresh air and to work off some of the food you just ate.

Late night walks with Daichi were your favourite little activities you did with him. Daichi loved late night walks with you too. He loved watching the moon glow on your skin as you stared adoringly at the stars.

Daichi held your hand in his, gently swinging them. He wore black jeans and his favourite grey shirt, with his black worn out leather jacket you had gotten him a couple of years ago.

You kept your eyes on him. His skin glistened in the moonlight and you found him as beautiful as the stars that twinkled above him, if not more.

“What’re you thinkin’ bout, love?”

You turned your head, finding it completely unfair that someone so beautiful stood next to you.

“You,” you mumbled truthfully.

“Is that so?” Daichi’s voice came out teasingly.

You let go of his hand and skipped forward until you stood a couple of feet away from him. You pointed at him and he stopped, hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

“You, Sawa, are the love of my life.”

Daichi’s eyes widened slightly and a flush of pink now rested on his face. Daichi cleared his throat but couldn’t help the grin that had replaced his smile.

“And you’re mine.”

You grinned at him and then continued to walk until you reached the hill that overlooked your neighborhood. You crouched down, and then sat down, pulling your knees to your chest.

Daichi soon followed, except he sat behind you, and spread his legs so you were sitting between them. He pulled you close to your chest, until your back rested completely against his chest.

You tilted your head back, resting it on Daichi’s shoulder. One of Daichi’s large, warm, hands laid on your stomach, rubbing softly. The other was playing with your hair.

This is it, you thought. I’ll never love anyone the way I love him.

You looked up at the stars. You had always had a fascination with the balls of of heat and energy. When you were a child, your dream was to become a star. You’re not quite sure when that dream led you on the path of medicine, but it did.

Daichi stared at you. It didn’t matter that you two had been together for almost six years, Daichi could never get over how beautiful you were.

The way your hair glistened in the moonlight, the way your eyes twinkled, as if you held the stars in them yourselves. Daichi stared at you the way you stared at the stars.

With complete and utter adoration.

Daichi’s eyes landed on your hands. He watched as they slight shook, and how your tried to make them stop.

He frowned. Your hands only shook when your were stressed.

As swiftly as he could, Daichi grabbed your shaking hands and held them together, complete engulfing them in his own.

“You’re shaking, love. What’s the matter?”

You froze. Caught.

Even though you should have been calm, happy even, since you sat under the stars with your lover, the final that loomed over your shoulder had your nervous system in shambles.

Daichi’s thumbs rubbed the backs of your hands as he waited for your response.

“I’m just nervous,” you mumbled. You hated speaking about up-coming tests or finals. You always had really bad anxiety when it came to any form of testing, and Daichi knew that.

He knew everything about you.

“What about?”

You sighed and extended your legs. Daichi had a way with words. Even when he didn’t speak much, his presence and silence alone spoke tenfold.

“Nothing, really,” you let out an awkward laugh. “You know I’m always a little bit nervous.”

Daichi wanted to press on the matter. He wanted you to speak to him, he wanted to be able to share your stress. But he also knew that you would talk to him when you were ready.

Daichi pressed a soft kiss on your neck. “Talk to me when you’re ready, love.”

You nodded. “I will.”

Daichi kissed the small space behind your earlobe. “Let’s go home, yeah?” You nodded, agreeing. Daichi stood up and then put out his hand for you. You grabbed it, and let him pull you up with ease.

You two began the journey home, reaching in a couple of minutes.

You and Daichi changed into your nightwear. You were wearing one of Daichi’s shirts, and he was just wearing grey sweatpants.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off his body, but managed to look away before he caught you.

Daichi slipped under the covers, and then lifted them. He patted his chest. “Come lay on me.”

You immediately obliged, jumping onto his chest, causing Daichi to let out a small grunt.

You let all your wait drop on Daichi’s body. Your head was in the crook of his neck, and your chest lay flat against his. You could feel his heartbeat against yours and it took you a moment to realize that both your hearts beat at the same time.

As one.

Daichi slid his left hand under your—his—shirt, rubbing your back. It was these moments he wanted to truly cherished. He knew you were stressed about the final that was coming up. He had put the date in his phone when you mentioned it.

Daichi realized that today had been the quietest days you two had had. But he didn’t mind. He loved everyday with you. The quiet, the loud, the hectic, and the crazy.

Daichi began to hum. He could feel the knots in your back, and he knew you should have a nice relaxing weekend before you began to study.

Before he knew it, Daichi heard your soft snores fill the air.

A wide smile broke out on his face. Daichi absolutely adored your sleeping face. All your worry lines disappeared and you looked the most at peace when you slept in his arms.

Daichi slightly pushed himself up. He wanted to be able to see your properly. His brown eyes softened at the sight of your hand against chest. You often called him a creep for staring at your sleeping face, but he always just shrugged it off.

After some time, Daichi found himself driting off to sleep, but not before he tightened his hold on you and kissed your forehead. “Sleep well, my love.”

Hours later, your eyes fluttered open, but you immediately cringed and shut them again.

The sun was facing directly at you. You had forgotten to close your blinds.

You tried to adjust your posture, but immediately stopped when you heard a low rumble from Daichi. No, you felt it, and you froze at the vibrations.

“Don’t move, love.”

Daichi’s voice was low and husky, and slightly dry. You lifted your head and found yourself still laying on his chest. Daichi’s arms were securely wrapped around you, his eyes were shut.

The sound of his morning voice hit you right in the stomach and you couldn’t help but brush your fingers against his cheekbones.

Daichi’s eyes shot open. His dark brown eyes met yours, and for a moment, everything stopped.

You looked so beautiful, Daichi thought.

“Good morning,” you whispered.

Daichi smiled at you and let his head drop back on the pillow. “It is a very good morning, indeed.”

You used your hands and slightly pushed yourself up, so you were now straddling Daichi’s waist. His eyes opened and landed on your nervous smile.

“What’s wrong?”

Daichi grabbed your hips and pushed himself up, so his back was against the headboard.

You now sat on his thighs, and his hold on you tightened a little bit.

You stared at the man in front of you. Even after having you sleep on him for hours, he still looked perfect. It pissed you off, especially since you knew you probably had some drool on your chin.

Daichi leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to your forehead. “Talk to me.”

You nodded and began to play with your fingers.

You couldn’t help but think of the final you had to take in a couple of days. It didn’t make sense, you thought. You had taken finals and tests before, but for some reason, the one you had in five days had disrupted your sleep and taken over your life.

“I’m so nervous for the final, Sawa. I feel like there’s a knot in my stomach and it keeps tightening. I can’t breathe.”

Daichi began to rub the skin above your hip with his fingers. He listened attentively. He was gonna let you talk first, getting everything off your chest.

“I know I always complain and then end up doing well, but what if this is the one I flunk? What if this is the one I end up failing? It’s so nerve wracking. I don’t even know if I wanna do this anymore.”

Daichi’s hands slipped under your shirt and he slowly began to massage your back and shoulder muscles. He wanted to offer you physical comfort.

He knew you were often a mess of nerves and anxiety a week before any test, and no matter how many times he assured you that you would do fine, you always ended up getting caught up in your head.

“I know it’s my dream. But at this point, dropping out sounds ideal. There’s enough doctors in the world, right? Maybe I should do something less nerve wracking.”

You sighed and closed your eyes. It felt nice to finally get your thoughts off your chest.

Daichi’s hands squeezed your hips in response. He hated hearing you talking yourself down. It made him feel so helpless, because for him, you were his everything. He had the upmost respect and belief in you.

“Y/n, love, from everyone in your life, you are the only one who doesn’t fully believe you can do this. I know medicine is a very hard and competitive occupation, but you know I believe in you. If anyone can power through this, it’s you.”

Tears had pooled in your eyes. Daichi had always been so good with words. You knew that Daichi had always been mature for his age, meaning his patience and abilityto comfort you was far better than anyone else’s.

His compassion and understanding was his greatest qualities. His calming aura always managed to break through all your walls. It was what made him such a good captain.

“What if I fail?”

You had mumbled your question, hoping he wouldn’t have caught it.

But he did.

Daichi leaned in and kissed your nose “You won’t. And if you do, then you fail. You shouldn’t be scared to fail, y/n. You should be scared to give up. If you fail, you can always take it again.”

You sighed and lightly nodded. Although you appreciated his words, you knew they would only comfort you for a day or two.

“Thank you, Sawa.”

You tried getting up from his lap, but Daichi had other plans. He grabbed your hips tightly and leaned in, kissing your lips.

You didn’t hesitate, you just began to kiss him back eagerly.

Daichi’s right hand slid up your back, pushing you into him.

Your lips moved together in sync, and you brought your hands to his hair, clutching the soft ends tightly.

Daichi slightly pulled away, only to gently kiss your lips again.

Before you could deepen it, he pulled away again.

“It’s not easy, y/n. But accomplishing your dream never is. You’re gonna do great, just like you always do. I believe in you, and it’s time you do as well.”

His words wrapped around your anxious thoughts and completely anguished them.

You nodded, your nose brushing his.

You closed your eyes and let your head drop on his shoulder. Daichi wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you flush against his chest.

You stayed in that position for hours.

You in Daichi’s lap, with his hands running up and down your back as he comforted you with his words of love and stories to keep your mind off everything.

You blinked a couple of times, trying to recall what exactly what exactly what you were doing.

As you recalled Daichi’s words, you let out a small breath.

He was right, you thought. You weren’t going to fail and you were going to be okay.

You grabbed the leather jacket, and slipped it on. It smelled of Daichi and it was exactly what you needed right now.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a packet of ramen.

As you made the noddles, you unknowingly smiled the whole time.

Thinking of Daichi had lifted your spirits and you felt better.

He loved you, and he believed in you, and for you, that was enough.

MAN, THIS SUCKS. I HAD TO RE-WRITE IT LIKE FOUR TIMES GODDAMN.

anyways, i absolutely love and adore daichi, and this is kinda eh😬 so forgive me. I’d been swarmed w work the past week and have no creative juices left.

i will write about this handsome man again.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu asks #haikyuu scenarios #daichi #daichi sawamura #haikyuu daichi #fluff #haikyuu!!

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honeytae · 4 years

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Are you trying to seduce me?

this is reader’s first time having sex with hoseok, hopefully you enjoy just some fluffy sexy time with our sunshine boy (insert heart eyes here)

tags: @mochiloverbts

genre: smut (lots of fluff but there is sex so)

warnings: smut (oral sex and sex)

word count: 4.7k (omg i got carried away i’m sorry)

You had officially known Hoseok for two months.

It had been two months since the day you spotted him in the park with an adorable shih tzu waddling beside him. His golden skin was glowing underneath the sunshine, captivating you as he paused to let the dog sniff a patch of grass.

You’d carefully walked up to the fluffy brown haired man, slightly taken aback at his stunning features before you politely asked if you could pet the puppy. He’d smiled warmly at you, assuring you that it was fine and informing you that the dog was named Mickey.

You’d continued to have a nice conversation with him, formally introducing yourselves and getting to know each other. You knew who he was, yet Hoseok was surprised at you treating him like such a human. You didn’t put him on a pedestal; you just talked to him as if he was a normal person with a normal life walking his dog in a park. He loved it.

He’d given you his number that day, the next few weeks allowing you to hang out with him and finally confirm the feelings you felt about each other.

Now you were in a pattern of going to each other's homes after work, quickly growing comfortable in each other's presence and alternating cooking for each other. In Hoseok’s words, he was “never one to eat alone” and “the members are too messy.” It was purely an excuse to get to come and be with you after his long days at work, and spoon each other to sleep after you ate.

And that was exactly the plan tonight, you having been home for almost an hour and standing in front of the stove. Your hand clutched the handle of the pot atop the burner, stirring a wooden spoon around the pot with the opposite one as you hummed lightly.

You didn’t even hear the sound of your front door clicking shut, or the tutting of Hoseok’s tongue as he shook his head at it being left unlocked again. You didn’t hear the sound of his bag dropping to the floor, or his feet shuffling to the kitchen to find you.

The only indication of his presence was the feeling of his arms going around your waist in a backwards hug, startling you as you jumped in reaction to the sudden touch. There was a warm chuckle in your ear, one that you recognized immediately to be your bubbly boyfriend.

“Shit, Hobi, you came out of nowhere.” You exclaimed, placing your hand over your chest to hold your heart.

His chin came to rest on your shoulder, leaning up to press a kiss to your cheek, chuckling out a soft “I’m sorry, angel.”

Your hand lost its grip on the spoon, dropping it somewhere on the stovetop with a clang as you turned in his grip to face him. You looped your arms around his neck, Hoseok tipping his head to accommodate the gentle meeting of your lips.

“Hi, sunshine.” You greeted him, mumbling against his lips as he pressed another peck to yours.

“Hi, my love.” He responded, hand caressing your hip as he gazed back at you.

You brought your hands up to the fluffy hair tousled at the top of his head, admiring his sparkling crescent eyes looking back at you as his lips curved into a smile at your touch.

“How was work, baby?” You asked, watching as his shoulders heaved in a sigh.

“It was okay.” He said hesitantly, watching as your eyes scanned his features and raised your eyebrows at his less than happy tone. It was a silent prompt for more information, your fingers digging into the top of his spine in a soft massaging motion. The action made him sigh, his tense muscles relaxing under your touch as he opened up.

“Just- I don’t know. The new choreography is difficult. There’s a lot of pressure on my position in this one.” He said, voice defeated as he smiled at you sadly.

“You’ll get it. I know you will. You’re the most talented person I know.” You affirmed, Hoseok leaning down to press a peck to your forehead.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

You nodded in response, stroking his hair back behind his ear as he leaned down to connect your lips again. This kiss was slower, longer. Through it, Hoseok communicated all the love and appreciation he had for you being in his life.

You pulled away at the memory of the pot of food behind you, reluctantly turning from him to lean against the oven and stir it more. His eyes lit up at the sight, widening in excitement as he saw what you were making.

“Kimchi fried rice?” He asked, although he already knew the answer. And god, it looked amazing.

“Mhm,” You nodded in response, giggling as he pulled you into him again, sprinkling kisses all over your face.

“Alright, alright, go take a shower while I finish it up. We’ll eat when you get out, okay?”

He nodded, pressing one more kiss to your lips with a “Thank you, baby.”

Hoseok was quick in the shower, wanting to be reunited with you as quickly as possible. You practically drooled over the man coming out of your bathroom, a spot down the hallway you could clearly see out the kitchen doorway from your place standing at the oven. You’d already lowered the heat of the burner to a simmer, the dish ready to be eaten as you attempted to keep it warm.

But now, the food was the last thing on your mind as the vision of your boyfriend’s toned body occupied the thoughts in your brain instead.

You and Hoseok were not sexually active; the most intimate thing you’d done was get into heated makeout sessions before you got interrupted, either by one of the members, or a phone call that Hoseok was needed immediately at the dance studio, or he was simply too exhausted to even stand as he went to lay on your couch after greeting you on his way in from another twelve hour day of practicing choreographies.

Not to say that it wasn’t tempting for both of you. It was very tempting. Increasingly so.

The way Hoseok looked after his shower made you have to take a deep breath to try to compose yourself, his toned chest on display as water dripped down his abdomen. His thighs were drowning in his red shorts, his happy trail teasing you as it disappeared below the waistband. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, veiny hands gripping the damp towel in his hands as he rustled through his bag for the spare shirt he’d brought.

And that was when he looked back at you, sensing your eyes on him and achieving eye contact as you blushed. You’d been caught, totally checking him out, and there was no denying it.

“See something you like, angel?” He teased, thoroughly enjoying the red blush that heated your cheeks.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” You teased back, Hoseok smirking in response as he took quick strides to you.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he got closer, thunping harder when his hand attached to your waist to pull you closer to him as he quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Depends. Is it working?” He asked, chuckling when all you do is push your tongue against your cheek in embarrassment.

He leaned down to press his lips to yours, kissing you slowly like before, but with fervor. This one was different. This one was lustful.

You moaned as he deepened the kiss, leaning farther into him as you retaliated by pushing your lips back harder against his. Opening your mouths against each other, his tongue pushed against yours, his sweet taste invading your senses and making your head spin.

You pushed your body into him, Hoseok groaning as the action made you grind against his crotch. He pulled back from the heated kiss, looking at you with an almost pained expression on his face from trying to hold himself back.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with where you were going. If you weren’t comfortable going that far with him yet, it was fine with him. All that mattered to him was your comfort and happiness.

You smiled at the kind consideration that your boyfriend always managed to have with you, no matter what the situation was or how he was feeling in the moment. He pushed everything aside for your emotions, one of the many things about the man that made your heart swell.

“I want you, Hobi.” You responded easily, Hoseok blushing as he chuckled, nodding as he said “I want you, too.”

“Then take me.” You challenged him, raising an eyebrow at him as he smirked at your words.

Your cockiness was cut off with a surprised squeal as he lifted you into his arms, arms latched under your butt for support as yours automatically went around his neck.

As he turned to direct you both to the bedroom, you said a sudden “Wait!” making Hoseok pause just as he was walking into the hallway.

“The food, baby. It’s still on the burner.” You informed him, making his mouth pop open in an ‘o’ shape in realization. He walked backwards carefully, retracing his steps before leaning over to the stove top, turning the burner off and placing the pot on a cool one for extra precaution.

“That would’ve been an interesting story to tell the firefighters, huh?” He chuckled as you nodded in agreement.

He guided your bodies through the apartment to your bedroom, attached to the lips as your tongues battled against each other. You traded hot breaths past each others swollen lips, carding your fingers through the hair on the sides of his head to ground yourself.

“Wait, wait.” He pulled back from the kiss, leaning back suddenly as you looked back at him in concern.

“I didn’t bring condoms.” He blushed, a guilty expression on his face as he made the confession. His brows raised in confusion as you chuckled.

“Baby, there’s a box in the drawer.” You looked over to the nightstand beside your bed, Hoseok sighing in relief before mumbling an “I love you” against your lips.

“I love you so much, Hobi.” You whispered back, pressing a series of pecks to his plump bottom lip before he smashed his mouth messily onto yours.

He gently laid you down on the mattress, lips still attached to yours as he followed you on his hands and knees crawling atop your body.

He trailed kisses across your jaw, heart fluttering as he heard your soft sighs in reaction to the soft suckling he began applying to the area. Traveling down your neck, he left light pink blooms across the skin, smiling to himself as you angled your chin up in a subtle ask for more.

His mouth continued to leave marks on you as his hands trailed over your body, taking the hint as you leaned into his touch.

He pulled his head away from its place hovering over your neck, fingers creeping under the hem of your t-shirt as he looked at your face for approval before moving it up. At your eager nod, he lifted the shirt, bringing it up over your head and tossing it to the side.

His eyes widened as your breasts were revealed to him, adorned in a black lace push up bra that left little to the imagination. You looked up at him, eyebrows raised in amusement with a slight smile on your face at his obviously flustered state.

“Jesus, fuck.” He said in astonishment, making you giggle as you observed him looking at you with a new lustful look in his eyes.

He smiled at your giggle, leaning up to kiss your lips again.

“As beautiful as this is,” he trailed off, slipping his finger underneath the strap of your bra and gripping it between his thumb and pointer finger, “can I take it off?” He asked, eyes still lustful but also genuine, not wanting to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.

When you nodded, responding to his question with an “Of course, baby,” his arms wrapped around your back, his fingers finding the clasp as you arched your spine off the bed and into his body to make it easier for him.

The bra loosened around your chest, straps falling down your arms as Hoseok lightly pulled on them to get rid of the garment.

“You’re stunning.” He said in awe, making you blush as his eyes stared at your bare breasts.

“Thank you.” You whispered shyly, smiling at the fond expression on his face as he continued admiring your half nude form underneath him.

“Hobi, please.” You begged, Hoseok smirking lightly as he decided to give you what you wanted.

Before you could say another word, he leaned down to your chest, lips attaching to the hardened peak of your nipple as he closed his eyes in concentration. His other hand came up to your other breast, massaging the tissue in his hand before squeezing experimentally.

He felt the hot rush of blood to his lower region as you let out a whimper, the stimulation from his lips and hands making you grip onto the hair at the back of his head.

“Baby.” You whined, desperately pulling on his hair to let him know that you wanted more.

Releasing your nipple from his mouth, he lifted his head from your chest, sliding his hands down the soft skin of your stomach to the waistband of your shorts. He pulled the waistband down your legs, discarding them somewhere behind him before his hands gripped onto your thighs, squeezing the flesh in his hands lovingly.

“You’re gorgeous, baby.” He looked back up at you as the praise left his mouth, lips curving up into a smile as he noticed the slight blush tinting your cheeks at his words.

When you shook your head no to dismiss his compliment, he leaned down to your legs, pressing soft kisses to the skin of your inner thigh. Your breaths shuddered out of your mouth as his lips ghosted over the area so near where you wanted him most, Hoseok chuckling at the visible reaction you showed.

“You are. You’re beautiful. Stunning. Amazing. Inside and out. And I will never stop reminding you of that.” He said seriously, eyes holding contact with yours as he said the affirmations firmly.

You smiled above him, propping yourself up with your elbows as you dug them into the mattress below you.

“I love you.” you said simply, bringing your hand up to rub your thumb against the corner of his lip lovingly.

“I love you more.” He squeezed your thighs in affirmation, tilting his head to press a soft kiss to the skin on the inside of the muscle.

He smiled back at you before dipping his head back down to the area between your legs, your thin black panties being the only thing that separated him from your most intimate area. Again, Hoseok looked back up to your face, waiting for you to give him the go ahead to remove the barrier.

“Do your worst.” You said, Hoseok throwing his head back in laughter before nodding.

“Yes ma’am.” He said sassily, fingers slipping underneath the hem of your underwear and sliding them down your thighs.

“Wow. So beautiful.” He said to himself, filling his cheeks with air as he tried to compose himself at your fully nude form under him. Puffing a big breath out, he brought his hands back up to grip your thighs, scooting his body further down the bed as you spread your legs further to make it easier for him.

He leaned forward to press his lips to your clit, kissing gently as his eyes focused on your face for your reaction. He chuckled against you as you writhed, whining at the sweet vibrations sent through you at his breath fanning against the aroused area.

And then it started.

Hoseok was obviously gifted with his tongue, licking a broad stripe up from your entrance to your clit, pointing it to circle around the sensitive bundle of nerves before bringing his fingers up to ease into your entrance, pumping his slender fingers in and out of you slowly at first before picking up the pace.

His other hand held your hip bone, pinning you to the mattress in an attempt to keep your hips from bucking against his face like they were so desperately trying to do.

Fueled by your moans as you looked down at him, he began moving his fingers in a scissor like motion inside of you, brushing against your inner walls and making your eyes roll back into your head at the sensitive spots he was hitting inside of you. Hoseok took note of your reaction, moaning against you as he began feverishly sucking on your clit.

“Oh, fuck.” You whined, gasping as your elbows collapsed underneath you at his actions. Your head fell back against the pillow, the knot in your stomach increasing in its pressure and you knew you had to stop him or it’d be over all too soon.

“Baby, baby, ah,” you called for his attention, digging your fingers into his hair and pulling, Hoseok detaching his lips from you to glance up to you, panting and desperately trying to get a grip on yourself.

“Come here.” You said breathlessly, Hoseok's palms meeting the mattress again as he climbed up your frame so his face was hovering above yours.

“Are you trying to destroy me or something?” You panted, desperately trying to catch your breath from how flustered your boyfriend had made you.

Hoseok chuckled in response, dipping down to kiss your cupid’s bow before pulling back to mumble against your lips.

“You said to do my worst.” He said sassily, making you giggle as you pulled his face down to yours again.

As your tongues massaged against each other, your palms slid down to his slim hips, fingers slipping underneath the waistbands of both his shorts and his boxers. Your hand followed along the hair of his happy trail, Hoseok gasping softly against your lips as your fingers gripped his throbbing length.

You began stroking him, eyes glued to the man above you and his reactions to your fist moving up and down his erection, hips bucking into your hand as he groaned lowly. You twisted your hand around him, traveling up to his tip to swipe his precum off with your thumb.

“Sh-shit baby, fuck, oh my god.” He panted, closing his eyes as your thumb began circling the sensitive area.

You giggled at his rambling, making him smile as he cupped your jaw to bring your lips together again. Your hand halted its movements on him, focusing on the way Hoseok’s tongue pushed its way into your mouth and the soft but dominant movements of his tongue against yours.

“I want you.” You whined desperately, Hoseok nodding in response as he placed his hand on your arm dug into his shorts, reluctantly removing it as he pulled his shorts down.

His boxer briefs hugged him tightly, the plush cheeks of his ass making you unable to resist the need to cup the flesh in your palm. He gasped in surprise at the sudden action of your fingers digging into the supple cheeks of his backend, giggling as he shook his head at you.

“You’re so weird.” He mumbled, not being able to contain the smile on his face as he moved to lean over to the nightstand, tugging on the drawer and retrieving one of the square packets of condoms between his fingers.

“You love me.” You said in a sing-songy voice, Hoseok giggling as he nodded.

“You got me there.” He said, tearing the package open and rolling the condom onto himself. Kneeling on the bed, he lowered himself to place his elbows on either side of your body, caging your frame as soon as the barrier was snugly on him.

He kissed your lips lightly, looking at you with a caring expression as he confirmed with you before lining himself up with your entrance.

“You ready, love?” He asked softly, stroking your hair back from your face, a light sheen of sweat still shining on your skin from your earlier activities.

“I’m ready. Are you ready?” You asked teasingly, Hoseok’s giggle making your heart flutter as your chests shook against each other.

He slowly allowed himself to sink into you, fueled by your soft breathy moans in his ear as he buried his head in your neck, sucking on the skin below your ear as he bottomed out. He picked his head up, leaning down to meet your lips halfway as he stilled his hips movements.

“Fuck, you feel so amazing.” He praised you, intently watching your face to gauge your reactions to his movements.

His hand came up to cup your jaw, your lips moving together as he began to rock his hips into yours, hitting a deep spot inside of you forcing a whine to escape your throat, Hoseok basking in the noise you made with pride at the way he was making you feel.

You put your hands on his shoulders, shoving roughly which made him furrow his eyebrows in concern.

Before he could ask what was wrong, you picked yourself up the mattress, flipping him over so he was laying on his back staring up at you in amusement.

The expression on his face quickly changed when you lined your entrance up with the angry red head of him, taking him in slowly until your pelvic bones were touching. His hands went to your hips, squeezing as you began to swivel your hips in figure eights, moaning loudly as the new technique allowed him to hit places inside of you he hadn’t been able to before.

Hoseok trailed his hands up from your hips to your swinging breasts, making you let out a broken gasp as he twisted your nipple between his fingers, holding you solidly in your place as he scooted himself up so that his back was against the headboard.

His new sitting position allowed him to attach his mouth to your nipples easily, trading attention from one to the other with soft suckles that made you whine and writhe against him.

Deep groans erupted from his chest when you picked up your pace, bouncing on him as you let out high pitched whines.

He lifted his head from your chest to your face, kissing you passionately as he began to buck his hips up into you. His hips thrust into you, reaching all the sweet spots inside of you as he grazed against your inner walls.

“Oh my god, Hobi,” You whimpered with each thrust, falling onto his chest prompting Hoseok to stretch his neck down to press a kiss to the hair on the back of your head, the sweet action contradicting the harsh snapping of his hips thrusting into yours.

He let out soft moans when he felt your lips sucking on the skin of his chest, marking him with dark purple bruises as he continued to lift himself off the mattress to hit the deep sweet spots inside of you.

He growled when you began grinding your hips down onto his pubic bone, sucking in air between his clenched teeth and tossing his head back against the headboard.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” He groaned, his words making you lift your head to look at him to catch his facial expression.

His hair was stuck to his forehead, strewn messily across the skin glistening with sweat. He let out harsh pants, mouth open and teeth clenched together as his eyes squeezed together in ecstasy.

You could only nod, leaning your forehead down onto his to attach your mouths. Your tongues swept against each other, swallowing each others moans as you both approached your climax. You could feel the ball in the pit of your stomach unraveling, Hoseok grunting into your mouth as he felt your muscles tightly clenching around him.

“Fuck, I love you, baby.” He moaned, stroking the fallen hair around your face back behind your ear.

“I love you, Hobi, so much.” You said breathlessly, breathing getting more labored as you began to see stars at Hoseok’s actions underneath you.

He reached between your bodies, fingers circling your clit as he increased the pace of his thrusts, hitting his high with a loud moan as he watched your mouth open in a pleasured gasp, eyes pinched shut as you came around him.

Hoseok helped you ride out your orgasm, fingers still softly stroking the area between your legs before he retreated his hand when you whimpered at the sensitivity.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pressing your chest to his as you laid down on him. You buried your face into his neck, pressing gentle kisses to his neck and shoulder. He held you to him, his palms rubbing up and down your spine in soothing circles.

“Let me go get something to clean us up.” He suggested softly, feeling you nod against his chest, carefully lifting your body off of his and rolling not so gracefully onto the space of the mattress next to him.

You turned your head to him when you felt the bed shift, watching as he pushed himself off the bed with his palms and walked out of the room. You heard the light padding of his footsteps in the hall, the quiet clang of the trash bin in the corner of your bathroom, then the sound of running water.

Your boyfriend walked back into the room shortly after he’d left, hand balancing the wet washcloth he’d gotten as he crawled onto the bed on his knees and his other hand toward your tired body laying on the sheets.

His palms went to your knees, spreading them gently as he brought the warm washcloth to wipe at the mess in between your legs. His movements were soft, treating you as if you were a fragile piece of porcelain. Your heart swooned at the man who always put you first, always took care of you, and always made you feel loved and adored.

When he was done cleaning the mess you’d both made, he briefly left the room, tossing the cloth in the hamper of dirty laundry and speedily making his way back to you. He reclined back against the bed, tucking his chin on the top of your head as you wrapped your arms around him, naked bodies clinging to each other.

One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, holding you to him lightly, and the other was rubbing up and down your spine soothingly. You almost felt like you were ready for sleep. A peaceful silence settled in the room, light touches being exchanged between the two of you before a low grumble filled the air.

You both chuckled at the sound coming from Hoseok’s stomach, Hoseok’s giggling increasing when your hand traveled down to his stomach to tickle the skin.

“Come on, let’s go eat. If you were hungry before, I can’t even imagine how starved you are now.” You said, nodding at him to come with you to the kitchen as you sat up from his embrace.

“Oh my god, there’s kimchi fried rice out there!” He exclaimed, seemingly having forgotten about the dish you’d made earlier.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “but it’s definitely ice cold by now.” You added, pouting before Hoseok’s fingers came up to the edges of your mouth, pushing them up to make your frown into a slight smile.

“Worth it.” He shrugged, making your cheeks tint pink as you shook your head, a breathy chuckle leaving your lips.

“What am I gonna do with you?” You asked teasingly, Hoseok smiling as he intertwined his fingers with yours still resting on the mattress.

“You love me.” He said in the same sing-song tone that you had earlier in the evening, making you let out a loud laugh before composing yourself.

“I do,” you sighed, “I really do.”

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bbygilre · 4 years

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Hello, I hope you are doing well! If you are taking requests, may I request headcanons for the DMC guys (or just V or Dante) and their reaction to their significant other giving them really good massages? It can be sfw or NSFW, thank you for taking the time to read this and have a good day/ night!

I WANNA BE YOURS

Omg hello hello, I was quite busy with real life stuff!! Im sorry if this is late. 🥺👉👈 Here is it!!

(Dante x F! Reader )

P. S NSFW CONTENT HERE!!

It was around 9:30 in the evening when the telephone rang at Dante's desk. It was odd, people usually call Dante during the day because they know Dante won't answer their vendetta's during the night. I let the phone ring twice before answering it.

"Good evening, this is assistant of Mr. Dante Sparda. I'm sorry to tell you that we won't be attending jobs or gig during the night." I responded in a formal way, just as what I was instructed.

If Dante's not around it is my duty to answer the calls. Strange, someone called tonight.

"Oh, I'm sorry. This is just to inform you will be receiving mails. This is from the post office,"

"Ah, very well. Strange that you guys called us this time of the day."

"We called during th afternoon yet it seems that no one answered."

Oh damn, there is no electricity during the afternoon cause Dante can't pay his bill right.

"Oh, we are sorry to inform you that we cannot answer calls during the afternoon because we have problems with the err— electricity." I sighed

"No problem ma'am, we'll be sending these mails to you, have a good Mrs. Sparda."

"I am not his wife—" before I could even protest, he hanged up.

WHAT? MRS? MRS SPARDA?

Mrs. Sparda...

It actually sound pretty nice. My name plus Dante's family name...

I like it.

"Y/N Sparda. Hm, not bad." I smiled before heaving a sigh, the smile still plastered over my lips. Goddamn it, this is not the perfect time to think about it.

For months, I have been working for Dante. He's quite different from the people I have worked with and one thing to describe him is that he is cocky. Sometimes he plays around yet when he's serious, I see a different version of himself. Dante himself isn't just an ordinary person. He is a half demon.

I grew up knowing that people described demons as entities that looked horrible and ugly, in Dante's case, he isn't one of those in fact, he looks like a living god. His family definitely has good genes, especially his mother.

I took the picture frame that was placed at his desk. It was like a prized possession of Dante, a fragment of his good memories with his dearest mother. She looked beautiful, piece of art work. I smiled as I adored her timeless beauty.

"What are you doing?" A raspy voice snickered behind me before he blew a thin air to the back of my neck.

I warm breath touched my neck and in a moment, I quickly placed the picture frame back to the desk and eagerly faced this man who just surprised me like that.

"Do you really have to do that?" My cheeks were flushed, I could feel my ears heat up.

He is so damn close, damn.close.

"Do what, Mrs. Sparda?" He let out a booming laugh, before he messed his long ivory white hair. "I heard that mail man called you Mrs. Sparda,"

"H-he did not!"

Stop.

"Hm, very well." He smiled before winking at me. He then turned around and went to his sofa, taking a comfy sit and closing his eyes.

This man, does he even know the word 'SPACE'?

I heaved a sigh, placing my palm over my chest. My heart was beating so fast that it wanted to leap put of my chest so bad. I took a glance at him and noticed he closed his eyes and sighed, his long ivory white hair was tied. His strong and well chiseled jaw clenched before he groaned.

"Y/N..."

"Y-yes?" Oh shit, I could feel my cheeks heating up again and my heart beating so fast.

"Can I ask for a favor? It won't be much."

"What is it then?"

He cleared this throat, his adams apple swallowing before he flew his eyes at me. When I said that Dante looked like I living god, I meant it.

"Can you massage my shoulder and my back too?"

I, an obedient kitten, shyly nodded at him.

I feel so nervous! Not that its not my first time doing a massage to someone but actually giving my boss a massage. I haven't touched Dante, I never had the chance to touch his skin or have any physical contact with him. Now once again my heart was beating so loud and beating so fast. My cheeks were flushed and so was my ears.

I positioned myself behind him and trying to get myself to calm down and collect my thoughts. My hands were shaking and my thoughts were scattered everywhere. Before I could even touch him, he quickly took off his shirt and revealed his skin.

It was holy. Everything about Dante looked so goddamn holy. I was too afraid to touch him yet there was this feeling of also wanting to touch this god.

"What's the matter Y/N?" He looked back and gazed at me.

"N-No nothing..." I shook my head and bit my lower lips.

Gosh, I have never been this crazy. Nobody made me feel this way except the son of Sparda.

"Well then,"

I bit my lower lips before pressing my fingers against his bare back. He was well built and that made him look tough. His shoulders were broad and his back was well chiseled, his muscles well evident. I guess exterminating demons is quite a workout for him. There wasn't any scar visible at his smooth skin nor any imperfections and it was a sign that he wasn't a normal being and it's not a bad thing at all.

I rubbed my palms together to create heat before gently pressing it as his broad shoulders. I started to massage his shoulder by extending my your while pulling my fingers together and curling them slightly, forming a loose letter "C".

I bit my lower lips and continued giving him a massage. I heard him growl and groan and it somewhat made me flustered. I didn't know if it was good or not.

My thoughts were scattered as he continued to growl and groan. I didn't know what to do next, It felt like he just swiped my feet like that. No matter how many times I tell myself to calm down, my curiosity gets the best of me. I slowly ran my fingers to his back and felt his skin.

My breath hitched.

"Y/N,"

He called my name and it almost seemed like a thunder. It was deep and raspy, almost like a Greek god calling a peasant like me.

"Y-yes?"I yelped.

"Curiosity kills." He looked back with a devilish smiled plastered at his lips. He reached for my left hand and pressed his lips against it.

Shit. I think I'm loosing my sanity.

"What the hell are you doing, Y/N."He snickered before he maneuvered me and lead me, now here I am standing in front of this god.

Please. Please. Not now. Dante...

"I-I was just..."

He stood up and leveled my gaze. He's tall. And when I said that he's tall, he fucking is.

"If you're going to touch me like that, your curiosity taking over you, at least let me look at you." He kissed my left knuckle before he guided my hands into his bare chest.

I hitched my breath once more, biting my lower lips.

Damn it.

He let go of my hand and let my itching hands roam his bare chest. It was well chiseled,well defined. My fingers slowly creeping to his abs.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

I circled my fingers around his abs once before covering my face with the both of my palms. I'm getting crazy. Dear Lord please help me.

I didn't know what to do next. I was just giving him a good massage awhile ago and here I am getting crazy over this man's body.

Fuck.

He looks so damn...damn holy that my body tells me that it's a big sin to touch him. To touch every detail of his.

"Baby..."

Dante, not now please...

"...baby please."

He took my palms away from my face and raised my chin using his fingers, now my gaze fixated at him.

The lights were dim at his office because it was only his neon lights were turned on at this time. It was the usual routine. Now I see that glow from the neon calligraphy hits different when you're getting sensual.

"Dante..."

I can't even recognize my voice anymore.

"You're driving me so damn crazy," he spoke in a rough and raspy tone.

As he moved closer to me, I was able to smell him. His musk lingered around, making me dizzy.

"Oh please,"

He didn't waste his time by just looking at me. His hunger took the best of him and it was quite evident. He harshly pressed his soft lips against mine, intruding my mouth. He was skilled, he know what he's doing.

I let out a muffled moan under our kisses, I wasn't able to catch up with his pace. His hands locked unto my waist, wrapping it around before he decided to carry me towards the wall.

My back was now against the hard wall. I couldn't think straight, all I know that this man is kissing me until Im crazy. Now that we positioned ourselves well, he roamed his warm calloused palm to my chest and broke our kisses.

He wasn't satisfied by just touching my mounds against my offending night satin gown. He rudely ripped it off and threw it way, revealing my skin. His warm palm cupped my right mound, gently kneeding it. I have never been aroused like this. Even his simple touch makes me crazy, what more his lust for desire and sex combined with his touch.

"Ahh!" A soft moan escaped my mouth, vulgarly leaping out each kneed he makes. "Oh Dante..."

My eyes widened when I saw him lower his head, his lips trailing a kiss from my jaw to my collar bone to my left mound. Now the loneliness from my other mound was swept away.

"Oh my goodness—" I yelped when I felt his tongue playfully lick and suck my erect peak. He swirled it and sucked it like a greedy baby. His eyes were fixated at me and it seemed that he was amused seeing me getting crazy about it. I tried to push his head away yet I felt so week and he kept going.

The skill.

He knows what he's doing.

He unfortunately stopped licking my erect peak and fixated his gaze at me. His palms were now on each sides of my thighs, spreading my legs open. Grinning, he harshly pinned me once again on the wall and this time, I can feel his arousal against the thin cloth against my crotch.

It's warm and hard. I bit my lower lips as he slowly rocked his hips, his hardness brushing my folds. I can't believe that he's rock hard by just kissing me and I can't believe that Im already soaking wet down there.

Fuck.

His gaze was now serious, ruthless even when he started to change his pace of brushing his rod against mine from slow to a fast one. It felt so good making me arch my back while I pull his hair. The pleasure felt too much and he was brushing a spot that whenever his rod brushes against it, I loose my sanity.

"Y/N..."

I looked up at him and noticed that he was panting and his jaw was clenched. A planted a small kiss at my forehead before once again stopped brushing.

"I need you..."

"H-huh?" I looked at him, flushed and my eyes were dreamy.

Did I just hear it right... He needs me...

"I need you, my hands won't hush me." He looked at me with desire and scorching lust. His voice was rough and deep making him look even ten times sexy.

In a moment the next thing I knew that he swiped my thin panties to the side and his finger slowly entering my sex. My eyes widened when I felt a foreign sensation as he started to finger my sex. I rested my forehead to his shoulder and moaned softly, letting the feeling sink over me. It was a slow and gentle rhythm, letting his finger brush inside me.

"I can't take it anymore." He said in a stern tone, frustrated and wanting.

I was actually clueless at first but when I heard him unzip his pants, I knew that we were going to do it. I didn't care anymore, I want him. I need him too. I want him so bad.

"I can't take it anymore but I just can't put it in—"

I cut him off by facing him, my cheeks were burning red and my heart was raising so fast.

"J-just d-do it..."

Wow, I actually can't believe I said that.

He smirked at me once again, this devil. This man literally know how to drive me crazy, even if he's just smirking or even smiling.

Am I considered lucky because I'm actually making out with the Son of Sparda? I guess I do, I'm sure girls would've said yes to this. He's Dante Sparda, he's just more than a devil hunter. In a moment, I sure felt lost but then, a tingling sensation when a hot rod slowly went inside me. I quickly hid my face when I realized he's burrowing his hard staff inside me even more. I feel so full inside, my mind is spinning, my body feels hot against him.

"Fuck..." I heard him growl in a deep and husky voice, frustrated yet aroused.

Dante started to move slowly, gentle. I felt him inside me, by detail. It was driving me crazy, I'm absolutely enticed by the pleasure I am feeling and this is no joke, I'm swayed by it. I kept my moans low by biting my lower lips and it awfully stings now knowing that I've been biting it.

"Y/N..." He groaned while he whispered my name.

Damn it.

He slowly changed his pace to much more rougher one. His tip continuously hitting a sweet and delicious spot and his length brushing inside.

He looked like he is still controlling his lust and desire for it, I can feel it. He took a tighter grip on my thighs and it felt like wanted to have a tighter grip on it even more. His pounding was rough, wanting. I could still hear him groan over it.

"Fucking hell..." He suddenly stopped and pulled out, leaving me empty and lonely. I quickly looked at him, my eyes wanting for an answer.

"I want to see you, you're just hiding your face," he gently kissed my right before planting a small kiss on my left cheek. He seem to have started to walk towards his huge ass wooden table with a smirk.

He gently put me down against the hard wood of table, letting my lie down afterwards. Now that he placed me at this table, I surely feel so embarrassed knowing that Im showing all of me, even the littlest imperfections I have, my flaws. I covered my face with my palms, flushed and shy.

"You are beautiful..."

He chuckled before taking my palms away. His eyes were intently looking at me but I can see his sincere and passion eyes at the same time.

"You are beautiful, even your flaws, they're beautiful. Your littlest detail, it's so beautiful."

No fair, this man truly knows how to drive me crazy. Even at this time.

"You are a piece of art, a masterpiece."

It was so intense, full of passion. Sex is usually for couples, full of love and scorching passion. But in my case, I really don't know what to say... All I know that I love this man. For months of working for him, I loved him. For once, I wanted to be selfish and asked the universe to grant me luck with what selfishness I ask for. Now, this is it. Even just for tonight, I'll claim Dante as my own. Even just for tonight.

"I wanna be yours..." I whispered so soft and gentle and it almost felt that I was fragile. He didn't probably hear it, and Im quite sad about it. I slowly parted my legs, once more inviting him to my secret garden. He never hesitated to enter it anyway.

The feeling of pleasure once more sunk in me, taking over my system. We made love all night, over and over again. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure and lust combined with passion kept us all night. Our bodies against each other, our thoughts flying away. Our voices calling out our names, begging and wanting for more.

Until we got tired.

Until we got satisfied.

Until we reach our limit.

Until we passed out with so much.

Until my selfish time that I asked runs out.

I feel so full, sore, and tired. A complete mess even.

Oh dear universe, does this man even know that I love him? That I adore him?

"You're beautiful." He caressed my cheeks, repeating the same line over and over again.

"Do you even realize that I..." I didn't have the strength to even open my mouth and talk.

"I do. I do wanna be yours..." His voice slowly fainted as I slowly fell into slumber.

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beetlegoose01 · 3 years

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boys keep swinging (request)

AN: This was a request from my Archive account! Thank you so much @ bambi steve who requested “Drarry AU where Harry is a rock star and Draco is an instagram model. I decided to post it on here, since a lot of people seem to love Drarry. This is my first time writing for this ship so forgive me if they seem OOC or weird.

Title is reference to a David Bowie song.

Word Count: 935

"Great show, guys!" Harry grinned at his band, cheeks flushed from adrenaline. Backstage, they were all sweaty from the performance, makeup completely wiped off during the run. But they were pleased, still hearing their crowds of fans screaming from behind the curtains. It was a joy performing, hearing their names being cheered on by thousands of adoring- mostly teenagers but some young adults.

Harry's wild black hair was tied up in an electric blue bandanna and his outfit was casual ripped trousers and a tank top. His other band members had similar attire.

The Golden Trio was an indie group, a band that everyone seemed to have heard of, since their music was played constantly. Harry was lead singer and played bass, Hermione sang backup and played electric guitar, and Ron was the drummer.

"It wasn't bad, eh?" Ron smirked proudly. His flaming red hair was soaked with sweat, exhausted but happy.

"You were significantly off beat during the final chorus." Hermione said, removing her electric guitar and placing it snug in its case.

"Well you were a bit pitchy!" Ron retorted.

She scoffed. "You know I wasn't."

Ron and Hermione had an odd relationship. Rivals but also best friends. Constantly at each other's throats but still hugging after every show- while Harry just watched awkwardly.

"Guys," Harry stopped their bickering, already irritated. "Cut it out."

Ron shot Hermione one last glare which she promptly replied with a silent scowl.

"All right Harry?" Luna, their manager greeted as she opened the door. She smiled dreamily. "There are screaming fans outside. Something about a meet n' greet with you all. "

"Ah yes, my adoring fans." Ron joked, nudging Harry with his elbow. Hermione simply rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, piss off." Harry chuckled. "C'mon, you lot."

They cheerfully exited the stage door. As Luna had said, there was a large clump of fans behind a rope, chattering amongst themselves and then shrieking as Harry, Ron and Hermione entered.

They were used to this of course, so each of them broke off and started to sign posters, cards, artwork, and in Ron's case an old fish and chips bag. (The girl in question apparently forgot to bring her poster.)

Harry signed a few posters, taking time to speak with as many individuals as possible. He loved his fame, loved his fans and the glory that came with it but he also loved connecting with people. He stopped for the next fan, a young man who was significantly taller than he was.

"Hi there!" He said, not really paying attention. "What can I sign for..." He paused, eyes focusing on the man in question. "...you...?" A light bulb went off in his head, at last registering who he was.

He was tall and slender, with a pointed face and pronounced cheek bones. He was ghostly pale, but his cheeks were rosy and flushed, no doubt from the crowds of people. His hair was unbelievably blonde, nearly white as snow.

Dear God. He knew this man.

Harry's voice caught in his throat. Draco Fucking Malfoy. Only the fittest bloke on Instagram. Memories flashed of mindlessly scrolling, liking a particularly attractive picture of the model posing in a tight swimsuit, golden hair slicked back, his well defined muscles exposed as he had a serene, flirtatious expression.

And now he's standing right in front of him.

Gay thoughts off, Potter. He's wearing clothes now at least. So what if he's a fan? Pretend you don't know him.

"Hey! Hi..." Draco said easily. "This poster, if you could? I'm a huge fan."

"Yeah...me too." Harry uttered, eyes locked on Draco's silver eyes. "I mean not a fan of me, obviously. That would be really narcissistic." He chuckled awkwardly. "No I meant...well..."

Draco laughed. "Tongue twisted a bit there, Potter?" He handed the poster towards him. Their fingertips brushed together briefly.

He blushed, mortified. "No, erm, um I think I've seen your instagram. You're Draco Malfoy, right?"

Stunned, Draco's eyebrows raised up. "Yes, I am. You've...seen my instagram? Are you serious?"

Harry nodded quickly. "I absolutely love it!"

"You're kidding. That's ...mental. That's amazing. Thank you." His eyes were twinkling.

"No problem." Harry said lamely, handing back the poster. "Thanks for coming!"

He ducked away, signing the next few posters and hoping Draco wouldn't notice him scurry off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's now or never.

His thumb was hovering over Draco's profile, debating on hitting the message icon. Would that be too odd? Most likely.

He stared at the bright screen, nibbling at his lip. If he didn't do it, he would surely regret it. So he tapped it twice.

[Hey! Thanks for coming to the show tonight, loved meeting you.]

And sent.

He put his phone down, waiting. A few minutes passed.

Seen 12:32am.

Damn. Maybe it was weird. He'd be surprised if Draco hadn't replied. Maybe the orange heart emoji was too forward.

Bzzzt!

He jolted awake with a loud snort, not recalling when he dozed off. His phone had buzzed. He picked it up, placed his glasses on and opened the message.

[Sorry I didn't respond I was freaking out in my flat and annoying my roommate with my shouting. Hi! Omg! I cant believe ur texting me rn!!!]

Harry smiled softly.

Another message from Draco. [I lvoed it so much, I cant belive im met uou!!]

[I'm so happy to hear that! I really enjoyed meeting you and I was wondering if we could perhaps meet for coffee?]

[ongjfjdjdjdjs YES!!! I mean yeah that sounds fantastic!]

Harry grinned, thinking of Draco as he drifted back to sleep.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #fluff #rockstar au #instagram star au #muggle au #hermione granger #ron weasley #luna lovegood #first time writing drarry #char writing requests #writing request

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adorablele · 4 years

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what would your moots be like if they were an aesthetic?

ANON I FINALLY DID IT. yes, I sat on this ask for a million years because I didn’t know any aesthetics and I still don’t know many aesthetics but I managed to get help (this is all thanks to leyna who gave me a whole bunch). so when I originally did this, I had a scenario in mind because I wanted to do it like how those people on uquiz do (like choose an aesthetic and it’s a scenario filled with imagery) but I don’t think the scenario captured the aesthetic well so feel free to skip over it an just go to my bulleted explanation lol. however, I’d like to mention that the explanation may not be the best as to why I gave that moot that aesthetic. ANYWAYS I DID IT AND NOW I HAVE THREE OTHER ASKS ABOUT MY MOOTS THAT I WILL SIT ON FOR LIKE TWO MORE MONTHS.

this was very long and has details no one asked for. and I didn’t proofread this so if there are spelling errors or just errors in general, sorry.

@nzeeten allie - minimalist

A sneeze echoed against the walls of your attic. You brushed away the dust on the box, smiling faintly at the little scribbles on top of the lid. Opening it caused memories to roll down your cheek. A lump lodged its way in your throat and you couldn’t help the melancholy swell in your heart. Your phone rang. There were unfinished papers littered on your desk. Your laptop screen started to fade to sleep, work not saved. It didn’t matter to you. You didn’t pay attention to the weight of adult responsibilities, not when your younger self smiled at you.

ngl allie gives me these really mature vibes, and who knows, maybe it stems from the fact that she wants a be a ‘kickas*’ lawyer. the overall mood of this scenario is nostalgia but in no way shape or form do I feel nostalgic when I’m with allie. she’s very fun and chill and amazing and outstanding and i love her- anyways, somehow the nostalgic vibe fit with minimalistic aesthetic? like I pictured an apartment with very simplistic features but you can tell what that person cares about through the pictures or the items that they keep. hmm I’d see some polaroids in her moodboard if she had one; maybe a single rose (in the middle) surrounded by different thorns that have little memories in each one?

@sleepingrenjun cherry - baddie (new moot that I hope she considers me a moot too dkslaf)

Even after everything, you still went back to business. There wasn’t a care in the world as you glanced back down at your screen, files scattered on your desk and fingers tapping away at the keyboard. There wasn’t a care in the world as a pack of cigarettes were thrown back onto your desk and loud slam of the door. There wasn’t a care in the world when you returned to an empty bed, one meal, and one toothbrush. You sat out on your balcony and stared at the unlit cigarette in your hand. You felt no urge breathe in its toxic fumes, a voice in the back of your head scolding you for even touching the death stick. Tears streamed down your face and you raised one brow, smiling slightly. ‘what a shame,’ you whispered, looking up at the stars. maybe there was a little care in the world.

so maybe this is based off of my most recent tag. it popped into my mind when I thought of cherry. this most likely stemmed from breathe me and idk if it quite fits with the baddie aesthetic...anywayssss I was aiming for a heartbreaker vibe! because cherry breaking hearts out here with her fics 🤧 kind of a lonely lifestyle of a very successful business person who doesn’t care about anything but their business (they actually do care a lot which [spoiler alert] is why mc doesn’t smoke in the end). heartbreaker gave me a baddie aesthetic.

@passionfruithyuck clarie- soft grunge, dark academia

No one visited the library. You didn’t understand why. This age old building was still in pristine condition, exuding out elegance like no other. The tables were lonely and the chairs were cold. The bowl full of mints never lessened, the counter always empty. Time was all but a concept once you invested yourself in the shelves that were still polished with youth. Each book had its own personality, each page filled with questions, answers, secrets. No one ever visited the library, and you didn’t understand why.

uhm yeah so a pristine hidden gem of a library came to mind. this, I think, stemmed from the fact that she know12s multiple languages (so a lot of knowledge) and it’s an honor that she’s my moot (a hidden gem). clarie, to me, is lowkey bada** which is why she’s soft grunge. if she had a moodbard, I think there would be some pastel and books (maybe some idaf pictures).

@renjunwrites denise - cottagecore

You always passed by the quaint little flower shop whenever you were on your way home from work. Every now and then you would see someone exit, but most of the time it stayed empty. In need of a bouquet, you visited the store. Vases full of flowers furnished the tables, some unmatched as they littered the counter. The petals looked delicate, so delicate you were afraid that your breath would shatter them. Each step you took padded softly against the walls, no sound other than you, no one other than you. Simply you and the flowers.

that blurb is 🤮 I’m sorry I’m bad at explaining things omg. I honestly pictured an empty, neat but messy, flowershop when I thought of denise. she has this delicateness (missing renjunlite, can’t lie) to her like flower petals. I also get a vibe that she’s an organized mess, hence the mismatched flowers (because it’s a beautiful mess).

@jisvngy dahler - plant mom aesthetic

It was another day at school. Another day filled with ‘the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do’. Another day filled with the scratching of pencils and shuffling of paper. Another day filled with slumped backs, bored eyes, and the slow ticking clock. It was also another day for secret notes, hidden jokes, loud lunches and knowing looks with your friends. Your friends. They broke your day dreaming, made you laugh, copied your answers, stole your pencils, distracted you during presentations, all mundane things. Mundane things that you would never forget.

ngl I feel like I would become friends with dahler through school and she would honestly be one of the reasons why I look forward to school. you may be wondering how this associates to plant mom but okay hear me out. this scenario is kind of like everyday life, you know? like small things. plants are in our everyday life, whether or not we grow or acknowledge them. uhm yeah so connect those two and yay an aesthetic for dahler! would picture some succulents in her moodboard.

@jeonginks eiko - e-girl, fantasy academia

you were always told to never take things from the forest. you were never told why, so you thought there was no harm to taking a rock because, well, it was only a rock. it was a pretty little rock lying near the clear stream of water that glimmered under the rays of the sun. the green leaves above swayed gently with the wind; it was peaceful here, you thought to yourself as you slowly started to walk back home, the rock heavy in your hand. with each step, the trees seemed taller, the sun seemed dimmer and the river sounded quite loud despite you being miles away from it. suddenly, you couldn’t move, grounded by the roots on the ground. the rock started to burn in your hand, so you threw down, only for the searing to continue. you screamed as marks were carved into the palm of your hand. from behind you, a voice laughed, ‘weren’t you told not to take things that aren’t yours.’

is fantasy academia a thing? if not then just fantasy. e-girl goes with her fashion sense (if I’m assuming correctly cause your boots) but uhm fantasy because of her writing. go on her page and you’ll see so many people call her writing magical. so with that in mind, this scenario popped up. now she could be the rock, or she could be the river, or perhaps the trees, or quite possibly, the voice,, who knows, I don’t know, that’s for sure. her moodboard would be filled with nature.

@haechaaaaaaanssi janna - mermaid/fantasy, medieval

The fire crackled, ashes gracefully flying out from the orange hue and up into the darkness of the sky. Your marshmallow sat on the paper plate, your stick abandoned next to it. You weren’t around the bonfire, no, you were along the shoreline. The chatter of your friends was distant, much quieter than the sea. It was calling you. The waves beckoned you in, pulling you farther and farther away from shore. The sand wasn’t grainy anymore, it was softer, mushier. The full moon shone above you, a spotlight you didn’t ask for. You kept walking, entranced by the sound. What was that sound? Goosebumps rose to your arm, the water swishing at your waist. What was that sound? It was like the tick of a clock, the whoosh of the waves, the whisper of the wind, but that’s not what you were looking for. What was that sound? You were neck deep until you remembered, you didn’t know how to swim, but it’s okay. You found the answer to your question.

okay i’m not saying that janna is a siren (who knows maybe she is)! this isn’t what i’m trying to say lmao. it’s just the fact that her work is so angsty and immediately popped into my mind when I thought of an aesthetic for her; somehow it led to fantasy/mermaid? like the ocean is mellow, beautiful and elegant but sometimes can be very powerful, loud and boisterous. in other words, janna can be exquisite and sometimes a mess. would see (obviously) the ocean in her moodboard, maybe a campfire or the night sky.

@jensungf leyna - art mom/vintage

You struggled to yawn with a toothbrush slumped between your lips, arms up and above your head as the muscles tensed and the bones cracked. Your face was dazed with drowsiness and you languidly continued with your morning routine. But there was always something that made your mornings brighter. That something was the bakery down the street. Each time you stepped through the door, your nose was flooded with the sweet aroma of pastries. The taste of the treats were sweeter, always balancing out the bitterness of coffee on your tongue. You always stared at the crumbs of comfort on your plate, fascinated how it hugged you better than anyone you’ve met.

okay so maybe I should’ve put bakery as her aesthetic? but idk if that’s an aesthetic sooo,, but I can see her as an art mom aesthetic mixed with a little vintage. if she had a moodboard, possibly some fairy lights or some pictures of a really chill looking bakery, can’t not include sweet treats either.

@glossyjaems louna - skater, neon

Laughter filled the air, cracks of the bendable glowsticks echoing in the night. You twirled the one on your wrist, the green liquid neon against your skin. Mischief sighed with each step your friends took as they neared the metal fence. Your heart was pounding, hands clampy and eyes wavering at the faded red sign. It glared at you, ‘keep out’ it warned. That didn’t stop your friends, ‘and it shouldn’t stop you,’ they told you. The what ifs swirled on your tongue and rolled the eyes of your friends. ‘It’s going to be fine’ they reassured, and they offered you a hand. ‘Let’s live in the moment, yeah?’

ultimately really fun vibes. I pictured the recklessness of youth and dream’s go era when I thought of louna. would see like spray painting or maybe neon lights or glowsticks in her moodboard.

@the32ndbeat // @juyeonzz qiu - vintage, dark academia

You watched as people skied down the slope. Your hands wrapped around the warm mug of hot chocolate, the little pillows of marshmallows replicating the hills of snow outside. It wasn’t long until you heard the loud clamors of your friends as they made their way towards you. A smile found its way onto your lips as they bickered over whose snowman was the best. ‘Guys,’ you announced, causing everyone to quiet down, ‘clearly, it’s mine.’ back were the overlapping voices. You leaned back in your chair, eyes glossing over each of their faces. How funny that the impromptu road trip took you here.

originally I was thinking summer vibes and the beach, but I already used the beach so why not the mountains? where there’s snow! cuz sledding and building snowmen with your friends is very fun. I know that this doesn’t really have anything to do with qiu’s aesthetic but when I thought of vintage, I got a lot of free-spirited, really chill vibes that I associated with road trips and friends. a lodge in the mountains and hot chocolate reminded me of dark academia somehow? yeah I don’t know how my brain works either. but anyways, I see books and hot chocolate in her moodboard if she were to have one.

@neocitybynight sunny - glam

Life was busy in hollywood. The snap of the director, the brushes of makeup artists, the tears of actors, the flashing of cameras, the questions of reporters, the tailors of dresses. At the end of the day, you always returned to your apartment on the highest floor. Barefaced, you change into an old oversized t-shirt, soft music floating to your ears as you think about your schedule tomorrow. The kettle starts to whistle, the boiling liquid warming the tea bag in your cup. The sun had retired, reminding everyone that the real stars weren’t on TV but in the sky. Though, cars still drifted the streets, lights still remained on, people were still awake. You opened up your book, a sigh falling between your lips as the drink soothes your throat. You glance once more out the window at the bustling city before falling into the world of your book. Life was busy in hollywood.

yeah so this was what I imagined, I don’t know if that’s an aesthetic but I associated it with glam. like I also imagine those 90′s heartthrob edits if you were to make a moodboard for her. you could also fit in dark academia.

#i feel these are my closest moots #although maybe some i talk to more than others #i should really work on my social skill fjdklsa #anyways #hae.chats #hae.anon #moots 🤢

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dolce-peach · 4 years

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AAAA I LOVE SIDELINES!!! are u planning on making a part 2? 🥺

sidelines [part 2]

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader

warnings: fluff

a/n: omg thank you all so much for the love for sidelines 🥰 just had to continue hehe -- hope you guys like it!

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To say you had a headache when you woke up was an understatement. You knew for a fact that if you saw anyone’s face before noon, you’d absolutely rip them apart.

“Perfect,” you grumbled as you slipped out of bed, stretching as you exited your tiny bedroom. “Just perfect...”

You yawned while you washed up, tiredly rubbing your eyes. Your memory was a bit foggy, but that was to be expected. For some reason, you couldn’t remember getting home, but you supposed it didn’t matter, since you were home and safe.

Unless there was something else.

You shook your head as you walked out of the bathroom. You would’ve kicked someone’s ass.

You froze in your tracks, seeing Akaashi asleep on the couch in the living room. Though his tall frame struggled to stay curled on the short couch, he still slept soundly, his lips slightly parted. A couple minutes went by until you realized you were staring at him.

As he curled deeper into himself, you stifled a laugh as you crawled over, eventually stopping in front of the couch. You couldn’t help but poke his cheek.

“Mm, stop...” he breathed. “Five more minutes...”

“You and I have class,” you said. “Want me to call Bokuto?”

Akaashi immediately sat up straight, his eyes half open. You laughed at the sight.

“I guess not.”

He yawned. “Did you sleep okay?”

You nodded before heading to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. “Fine,” you replied. “You?”

“Could’ve been better,” he groaned as he stretched, his shirt lifting just high enough to reveal his toned stomach. Feeling your face grow hot, you turned away, focusing on making coffee.

What the hell, you thought. He’s a guy. All guys have abs, especially sporty guys. You shook your head. You’re probably still drunk, you idiot.

Though you knew that couldn’t be possible. Right?

You sighed. It was way too early for this.

“Can I use your bathroom?” he asked as he leaned into the kitchen, his voice low and scratchy with sleep.

“Yeah, of course,” you said. “Want some eggs?”

“Please.”

While he took his time washing up, you managed to make a pretty extravagant breakfast with what you had. The toast turned out a bit dark, and the apples could’ve been cut cleaner, but you happened to cook the most beautiful eggs you’ve ever made.

As you celebrated your somewhat embarrassing victory, Akaashi staggered sleepily out of the bathroom, sitting with you at the small dining table. His eyes lit up at the sight of food, making your heart swell a bit that you were at least able to cook for him.

“Thanks,” he said softly before digging in.

“Anytime,” you said.

The two of you ate in silence, not that you wanted to complain. There was a certain calmness about Akaashi’s presence that forced you to relax. You were glad to have a friend like him, otherwise you’d end up tearing yourself apart.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” he asked out of the blue.

You furrowed your brow. “Not really,” you admitted. Your interest was piqued. “Why? What did I do? Did I make a complete fool of myself?”

“No...just...well...” He looked back down at his plate and continued eating. “Never mind.”

Your face was flushed as you took a bite from your toast. “Wh-what did I do, Akaashi?”

“You were making out with Bokuto. Hard.”

“What the hell, Akaashi!” you shouted, choking. “Really?”

He chuckled, handing you your coffee. “Kidding.”

You glared at him before taking a gulp. “Has anyone ever told you you’re really not that funny?”

“Just you.”

You huffed, finishing the rest of your meal. He took your plates and washed them, leaving you still sitting at the table, wracking your brain for any kind of memory.

There was nothing but haze, but you then remembered it was Akaashi who took you home.

“Hey, Akaashi?”

“Can...can you stay with me?”

Did I say that?

“Hey.”

You looked up, wincing as Akaashi lightly flicked your forehead.

He handed you your book bag.

“We’re gonna be late for class.”

Needless to say, you couldn’t focus at all that day. You spent all your energy thinking of the most embarrassing and ridiculous scenarios of the night before. It wasn’t like you to get that drunk.

When you were finally free for the day, you stopped by the campus coffee shop to clear your head.

“Hey, Y/N!”

Good grief.

Your eyes widened as Bokuto threw an arm around your shoulders. “You feeling okay? I heard from Akaashi you were completely sloshed last night!”

“I wasn’t --!” You could feel yourself blushing. “That’s exaggerating things a bit.”

“Don’t worry about it! I’m glad!” He grinned. “It was the first time I’ve seen you cut loose. It’s quite refreshing.”

You elbowed him lightly. “You were imagining things.”

“I was not!”

“You were drunk too.”

“Touché.”

You eyed his gym bag. “Going to practice?”

“Yep,” he replied happily. “You should stop by later! Akaashi and I have been working on this new attack!”

Bokuto’s enthusiasm was infectious.

“Alright,” you found yourself saying, though you couldn’t see how you could possibly face Akaashi at the moment. “See you later.”

You hurriedly got your coffee and escaped, taking in the fresh air. You sighed heavily. You couldn’t believe what you got yourself into. It seemed like the more you tried to untangle your mess, the more it ensnared you.

Rolling your eyes to yourself, you took a sip of you drink. Why were you making such a big deal out of it? Knowing Akaashi, he probably just took you home and stayed to make sure you were okay, like a good friend.

Like a good friend.

Those words stuck bitterly in your head. Weren’t you happy with being friends with him? It wasn’t different from being friends with Bokuto.

You shook your head. It was very different.

But why the hell did you feel like this?

As much as you didn’t want to go to the gym, you went anyway. You figured you might be able to confront the thoughts that were eating you up.

The volleyball team was made up of tall, muscular guys, and Akaashi and Bokuto were no exception. The entire gym smelled like heat, sweat, and muscle. It was almost suffocating.

Shoes squeaked against the floor as you watched them go again, attack after attack. They moved swiftly, almost too fast for you to comprehend.

“You made it!” Bokuto exclaimed, trying to give you the biggest hug while sweat gleamed from his skin.

“Bokuto Kotaro, I swear if you hug me, I’ll roundhouse kick your ass!”

The boy ended up laughing hard, so much he almost fell over. “You should see your face!”

“I can still kick you if I want to!”

“Bokuto-san, can you help me with the net?” a teammate called.

“Be right there!” he called before bounding over, leaving you alone again.

You scanned the gym and found Akaashi on the side drinking water. Your body moved on its own, walking over to greet him.

He looked surprised to see you, his blue eyes questioning.

You pursed your lips. “Bokuto said I should come watch. You guys are pretty cool.”

He nodded, going back to drinking his water.

The silence that followed was deafening. The team had begun to clear out, the volume in the gym in a sudden diminuendo. You tried to busy yourself with the handles of your book bag. How was it that you didn’t know how to interact around him anymore?

“Were you studying?” he asked suddenly.

“Yeah...” You were suddenly aware of your sore shoulders and neck.

He closed his bag with a quiet zip. “You hungry?” Seeing your eyebrows raise, he rubbed his neck. “I mean, you came out here, right? And it’s late.”

You shrugged. “Wanna come over? I can order pizza.”

Did I really just say that?

Akaashi didn’t look too bothered by the offer. “Okay.”

You inwardly sighed with relief.

The two of you didn’t say a word as you walked back to your dorm room. You were surprisingly fine with the silence, as that was how the two of you seemed to communicate anyway. It also didn’t help that you had absolutely nothing to say.

You didn’t want to say you were afraid of making a fool of yourself in front of Akaashi, but the fact was, you were, especially after the previous night’s antics. Earlier that day, you remembered you nearly puked in front of him, and you whined.

Whined.

You managed to regain your composure after you got the pizza. Akaashi was using your shower, leaving you in the living room waiting.

“Can...can you stay with me?”

You shook your head. You couldn’t have done anything the night before, and Akaashi would never do anything like that, given your state.

“Sorry for the wait,” Akaashi said as he came and sat next to you on the floor.

His lean muscles were bulging through his t-shirt. You noticed his hair was still pretty wet, heavy drops threatening to fall.

His brow furrowed. “You okay?”

“What happened last night?” You had to know.

He ran a hand through his wet locks. “That’s what you’re so worked up about?” he said. “I just took you home. I was going to leave when you asked me to stay.”

You gulped.

“You were scared of the dark.”

You sweat-dropped. “Scared...of the dark?”

“What did you think happened?”

“N-nothing!” you exclaimed, your face hot as you turned away. “Just forget it.”

He chuckled. “That’s why you wanted me to stay. But I wanted to stay because I was worried.”

“You...what?”

He leaned closer to you, making your eyes widen. “What? You want me to spell it out for you?”

Your mouth opened and closed again. You had nothing to say, that is, nothing that made sense. Having Akaashi that close to you made your head spin. The heat from his body radiated onto yours. You could smell your shampoo in his hair.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

Your breath hitched as he leaned closer, the gap between the two of you slowly closing.

“What I wanted to do last night.”

It took you a few seconds to realize his lips were on yours. Nerves made you pull back, but he held the nape of your neck ever so gently, his callused fingers fluttering over your skin.

Everything seemed so clear. Your feelings didn’t exist in vain. They were as real as his.

When he pulled back, you nearly leaned forward again to keep the connection.

He licked his bottom lip. “You get it now?”

You were dazed. “I think so.”

“You think so?” he mused as he leaned forward again. “Maybe I should work on convincing you.”

“What about pizza?”

“Pizza can wait.”

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rayadraws · 4 years

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end of an era

Oh my gosh anon, our waiting is OVER. Patiently, not so patiently yearning… wishing… hoping… dreaming… we have IT.

I gotta talk about it, because of course I do, ahhh! This will be long, sorry…

I got my hands on the OVA this morning, about half an hour before work. I watched it, yelled on Discord and then went to work, practically vibrating the whole day until I could go home and watch it again and write down my thoughts!

Before release I had seen what available video clips and screenshots we had, plus a summary given to me by a Japanese mutual, in somewhat limited English. I was unsure what to expect but I ended up enjoying it a lot more than I thought I might! I understand that there’s a lot one can be confused or perhaps even put off by in the OVA but. Well. I enjoy seeing a vulnerable Genos (if like 90 % of the fanfic I’ve written wasn’t an indication lol) so I just ate it all UP. And since I’ve written a fic about him getting amnesia specifically, I was very curious to see how off the mark I was.

I won’t give a proper summary, there’s a good one by Nysh for that. Nor the animation. JC Staff is what JC Staff is. I’m instead going to just… muse and compare and go wild with my own personal headcanons - in that regard, this OVA was excellent, because it does give some hints about what makes Genos tick. Hold on to your butts…

Oh, and need I say that there will be SPOILERS? XD

—

Before I wrote my own amnesia fic, I did some research. So, what is amnesia? Well, the popular TV show version is one thing, of course RL is another. There are several kinds of amnesia, with different causes and different treatments. But the two main categories are longterm memory loss, where you can’t recall past memories (often up to what caused the amnesia) and short term memory loss, where you have difficulty forming new memories. You can get one or both. In my fic, Genos deals with both. In the OVA, he appears to have longterm memory loss only, as he tries to find Fubuki again to help him defeat the monster (if only he knew Saitama would by far have been a better choice!), so he remembers her. Not to mention at the end, when he’s trying desperately to apologize…

There is no instant cure for amnesia. Emotional support is important, medication (if it’s caused by underlying disease, which it can be) and psychological therapy can also be useful. Saitama is doing the right thing in the OVA by remaining calm and trying to avoid agitating Genos or pushing him to remember.

After he first wakes up, Genos is very lost, he only remembers his name and that he’s a cyborg - but not why! It’s really heartbreaking when you think a little more about it - imagine waking up in a cyborg body and not remembering why/how that happened… We actually discussed that on Discord before we had the OVA, what if he wakes up and doesn’t remember… but nahh, that’d be too dark, right? APPARENTLY NOT.

I can’t explain why Genos would be so heavily influenced by media around him as he is. That’s just made up for the humour… but if I were to try to find an actual in-world explanation, hm… Well, we do know he can be a Drama Boy. We also know he tends to be very standoffish and reserved towards most people, which I think is related to his trauma, in a few ways (he doesn’t want to get close to people due to the risk of once again experiencing the pain of losing them - and spending four years more or less on your own during your late teenage years is not an ideal environment for learning how to socialize…). We also know that when Genos finds something or someone he considers important, he latches on. So you could see it as being part of that, perhaps. Lost and confused he looks for anything that would make some kind of sense, trying to find a sense of direction or idea on whom he might be.

What exactly did you forget? Your quest for revenge or the sale you briefly remember later? Knowing Genos, it could be either…

He reacts in confusion to his body telling him that there’s an elevated energy signature nearby - I LOVED this. I wonder if he saw it as a note on his HUD, or if it’s more ingrained, more subtle. The way he got antsy and couldn’t sit still… it’s like his proximity sensors act as an extra sense, like Spiderman’s spider sense…. An extra sense that’s probably saved his life on more than one occasion.

He takes off, feeling like it’s his body moving, not him. I don’t think his body has an separate will of its own, but I have always hc:ed that he probably has systems that can calculate stuff for him mid-fight - how to move, where to release his weapons and at what strength etc. A little helpful internal computer. It’s a LOT for one little monkey brain to keep track of, so it wouldn’t be crazy to think he has some help with that, I think. And here, I don’t think his body is truly moving on his own without him having any control of it… more like muscle memory? Like there are times where I think I’ve forgotten a password to my work computer if I’ve been away for a week but then I sit down and my fingers remember the typing motions on their own. I imagine it’s something like that. He doesn’t know what to do, so he’s going where his instincts tell him.

Fubuki, ah, ever the scheming one. I enjoyed her showing up and being casual at Sai’s place because that’s how I like to write her in my fics. You can see the exact second when she goes into Business Mode, playing hard to get to lure Genos closer. Too bad she didn’t consider just how much his personality changed too, came on way too strong in the end…

And!!! A couple of times Genos puts his hand in defense, without seeminly knowing why, or doing it intentionally really. Hmmmm where…. have I seen this before…

He jumped when a warning flashed at the corner of his vision. It was his proximity sensors going off, his HUD informed him. On instinct, he ducked down behind the nearest tree. He should go back. Kuseno would keep him safe. But if he moved, the stranger might see him too. Don’t turn your back on an enemy.

His sensors told him the direction and the general size of the approaching being, but he couldn’t actually see it between the tall trees. It was moving very fast. He ducked lower, ferns brushing softly against his cheek. On instinct, he held his palm out in front of him, open and pointed at whatever was approaching him.

I am SO glad that I called this in my fic, it’s a small detail but it adds a lot I think! Raising his palm as a threat is second nature to Genos, even when he doesn’t consciously know why he’s doing it…

It’s interesting that throughout, Genos keeps referring to himself as “boku”, which is usually reserved for a male who is younger than 16 (though there are exceptions - Amai Mask also uses it, probably as part of his charming idol persona). Usually Genos refers to himself as “ore”, which is mostly used by adult men, more informal and can be viewed as disrespectful, depending on circumstance (Genos is not typically respectful towards people, if they are not Kuseno or Saitama). Combined with how meek he is, man… Okay, ONE said that before the mad cyborg attack, Genos’ personality was about the same as it is now. So why is he so different? Well… I don’t think that’s too shocking, really. I mean, if you lost all your memories and sense of self, realized you were a cyborg for some reason???, ended up alone in a weird city, not knowing where you were or what to do, and suddenly people pointed at you asking you to fight a terrifying monster even though you have no idea how to fight… you’d probably be terrified too! I think we can assume his personality change is caused by his amnesia. But we can probably also assume that a Genos who never had his village attacked and never got involved with fighting/being a hero would not grow to be exactly the same as canon, anyway. He’d probably be a rude brat… but yeah. At least a few degrees less aggressive/ready to throw down!

Again with the hand!

A thought I had reading the exchange between the monster and Genos… it reads almost like how you might expect Genos’ meeting with the mad cyborg might have looked like, only in a sad, reverse kind of way. These lines - “I’m not ready yet… I’m not ready to die here… not yet!” - like, dude… that sounds exactly what might have gone through his head back then. Maybe the first inkling of his past returning to him at that second…

He feels something, remembers something, is shocked.. and it comes back… “I cannot win like this!”. And then he remembers Kuseno, and Saitama…

Once more, those lines together: “I’m not ready yet… I’m not ready to die here… not yet! I cannot win like this!”

We’ll probably never get it verified, but I find it very, very likely he used more or less these exact words, or something very similar, after meeting the mad cyborg.

Also, as much as I appreciate the closeness between Genos and Saitama, I AM glad that he remembered Kuseno first - he’s known Kuseno for four years, Saitama for less than 2 months, when this takes place. It’s only right and it fits very well with his character introduction too, where he thought he was dying and his last thought was an apology to Kuseno. A nice nod. I enjoyed that animation sequence a lot too!

When he remembers who he is, Genos feels so bad about his actions but he still can’t deny what he said before… Saitama’s face… omg… Bless them both.He brings Saitama wild/game meat - d'ya figure he bought it or, um… got it for free? I mean, that’s… exactly the kind of creature he fought… maybe he’s learnt Sensei’s ways…

And Saitama is happy he’s back. He cares about Genos! He likes him like he is, as intense and blunt and socially awkward as he is! What a sweet note to end the OVA on!

#opm s2 #ova 3 #anime spoilers #ova spoilers #amnesia #ahhhhAAAAAHHH

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alkhale · 4 years

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Omg omg can one of the causes of fights between mini shanks n mini mihawks be bcs Hoku doesn't call him "Brat" ????

(First scene Mihawk is fifteen, next scene is 16 along with Shanks, best reference is the young Mihawk Oda drew but I found a slightly older version someone made, it’s colored by a deviantart user but I don’t know who the original artist is so credits to them!)

When fifteen-year-old Mihawk finally woke up, wild, ink black hair pushed back over his headit was to something soft and warm beneath his head and the flash, secondary instinct to grab his sword at his side, as though the hilt and his palm were connected entirely.

And then a soft laugh hit his ears.

A simple click and the memories returned, easy and a bit bitter to swallow, but he was not a fool and he was not an idiot.

Dracule Mihawk, on a quest to become the strongest swordsman alive, had challenged the current reigning king of said title, and lost. Quickly, decisively and fairly. There was nothing more to dwell on the matter aside from his own lack of discipline, of training, and of certain skill.

Though such an action very much might have warranted losing his life, he was not dead.

Mihawk half turned to the woman who was waiting behind him, kneeling with a warm grin playing on her lips that allowed a thin glint of white from a canine of hers to peek out.

“You’re a funny one, aren’t you?” Hoku said, “I’m never sure how to handle types like yours.”

Mihawk remained silent for a moment, dropping his eyes down to his hands. He considered their scabbed, rough feel hidden behind now clean white bandages. He touched his chest where he was no longer bleeding, tight white bandages wrapping neatly around him along with nothing but a bruise along the side of his face where the legendary Wado Ichimonji had decked him sideways and knocked him into the ocean without mercy.

“I did not ask to be treated,” Mihawk said calmly.

Hoku looked even more amused now, eyes a little half-lidded when she looked at him. Her heavy, sturdy coat hung over her shoulders but was pushed back to reveal the warm tan of steady arms–hands that knew work. He could clearly see the outline of her own blade–a notable, ungraded and legendary short sword by the name of Mau who earned its reputation far and wide.

This woman, Mihawk knew. He did not concern himself with the particulars of the legendary Straw Hat crew aside from their captain, Zoro, whom he longed to beat, and this woman, Hoku, since she was the only other crew member to carry a sword.

“I know,” Hoku said. Mihawk realized she had moved his head to her lap while he was unconscious. “I only did your hands, by the way. Chopper did the rest.”

Mihawk continued to stare at her.

“He thinks you have potential,” Hoku said simply. “You trim buds, but you don’t kill them off before they can bloom, do you?”

He understood now why he made it out with his life.

“You fight with that blade,” Mihawk said, though he posed it as a question. Hoku seemed to be considering whether or not he was worthy of an answer and he took no offense to this. He did not know of this woman’s skill, but he knew it existed. She had earned her rank and place. Her sword spoke to that.

“Not as much anymore,” Hoku said instead. “The two of us are a bit retired now and I definitely don’t take challenges like that monster. I’m more of an artist at heart.”

Mihawk had heard about that too. “But you craft.”

There was something pleased in her expression by his knowledge of this, though a touch wary. It made Mihawk a bit more interested himself. He turned, on his knees as he faced her with his hands on his lap.

“Yes,” Hoku said, a little warm. “I do.”

She tilted her head to the side for a moment, as though listening. “That’s a good sword. It kept you safe for now. It’ll do what it can to bring you as far as it can go.”

Mihawk touched his hilt and then looked at Hoku.He stared at her for a moment longer than he would have liked and then stood. Hoku blinked, curious as he remained standing before he promptly bowed to her.

“Thank you.”

And then Mihawk turned, a young man and his sword, and left.

Hoku watched him until he disappeared, a small, fond little huff escaping her lips.

“Told you there’s no point in talking to him,” a lazy voice called above her. Hoku didn’t even look, shrugging helplessly as heavy feet came to rest behind her. “Not much of a chatterbox.”

“Neither are you,” Hoku said. She rubbed the back of her neck, “Dunno. I just feel like you won’t see people like him often. He’s a bit cute. Like a stray, maybe?”

“You called that golden axe the other day cute too,” Zoro snorted. Hoku leaned back against his legs, rolling her shoulders and stretching her arms high as she relaxed. “Might have to give him a scar to remember next time.”

“Ah, you’re soft on him,” Hoku said. “You like him.”

“Brat’s gonna come for my head next time.”

“I dunno, can’t you guys trade titles in the future without chopping each other’s heads off?”

Zoro set a hand down on her head. His fingers splayed out and Hoku turned to look up at him.

“That eager for me to kick the bucket?”

“Oh, please,” Hoku mused, tipping her head into Zoro’s hand. Her humored her, leaving it there for now and curving his fingers below her chin. “I don’t plan on letting anyone take your head anytime soon.”

Hoku made a face. “I’m speaking for Luffy, not for me.”

“Yeah, yeah, get off your lazy ass. I need a coating.”

“I’ll charge you one day for all you owe me. Nami’s keeping track.”

- - - -

Shanks really was lucky.

He had felt good about this beach the moment his crew set anchor on the other side of the harbor. He and Buggy were racing to see who could find the biggest and best catch and bring it back to the ship by dawn–

And truly, this was without a doubt, the best catch.

He knew it was her in an instant. It’d been a little while and he’d only caught glimpses of her in the newspapers, her captain making headline after headline as the marines raced after him. But that moon-white hair, the slope of her shoulders hidden by a cloak and–

She was just sitting there, where the grass of the forest met the sand, her back to everything else as she seemed to watch the ocean a safe distance away. Shanks thought he must be dreaming at first or perhaps this island had a secret mirage.

But he caught sight of their ship, her ship. A legendary ship anchored several leagues away and knew–

It was fate.

Something curled in the pit of his stomach. His heart pumped blood fast and hot through his body, fueling liquid courage all the way down to his fingertips. He was a year older now. He was less lank more muscle. He was taller too, maybe even taller than her now, he’d like to think, though he never minded a tall woman, he fancied the idea of cupping his hand under that curved chin and raising it to his–

Shanks’ eyes landed on a heavy bough of flowers beside him. Pretty, bright red things. A smaller branch of silver flowers grew below it. He considered them both, teetered dangerously and cursed under his breath, snapping the branch of soft silver flowers clean.

He had to ease into this sort of thing after all. Coax her sweet so she wouldn’t slip off, make her a bit interested enough to stay.

Shanks ran a hand through his bright red hair and walked forward, lightly swinging the branch.

When he was only a little ways away, she seemed to finally register his approaching presence, as though he were a deer who’d broken away from a herd of things. She still faced away from him, tilting her head to the side as though listening curiously before she started to turn.

Shanks stopped as close as he dared for now, a few steps from her–and he kept in mind to treat kindly the fact that she let him get this close and that gave him hope–he dipped the branch low.

Those ocean eyes blinked, slow and curious, round at the bundle of flowers presented before her before looking up.

“I didn’t think there was treasure on this island,” Shanks said with a bright, sunny grin. “But it looks like I found some.”

“Brat,” Hoku said, pleasantly surprised. He withheld a wince at the name. “Huh, I guess Robin was right. This island is getting a little more popular now…”

“I think it was fate,” Shanks said. He shook the branch. Petals fell, dappling her hair and she looked up, amused at his antics. “Did you miss me?”

“I hardly thought about you at all,” Hoku said, a small smile on her lips. Shanks inched a step closer. “I thought we wouldn’t meet for ten more years.”

“I don’t think my heart could take such a thing,” Shanks crouched on the sand beside her. Hoku looked amused, watching him with vague curiosity. Her hair was a little longer and he’d fight to run his hands through it once.

“Too long for–” Shanks’ eyes dropped down and he stopped. He blinked, once, twice, and then a third time for good measure.

There, stretched out in the sand before her, was a youthful face. A face not much older than his own. A hardened face who Shanks recognized from the waves he was making. A face that was currently attached to a head that was very much resting on the soft and supple skin of Hoku’s thighs, fast asleep and–

Dracule Mihawk was sleeping on Hoku’s lap.

Shanks stared.

“Oh,” Hoku said, following his eyes. “He’s another rookie like you. Maybe you two have heard of each other–”

Shanks stared at Hoku as though she’d driven a knife right through his heart. His eyes went soft, staring at her in his best, most charming sense of a puppy-dog face. Hoku stared at him with round eyes, blinking. “What’s that look for? All I said was–”

As though summoned, Mihawks’ eyes finally slid open. Shanks gaped at him. Hoku looked down. The young swordsman seemed to consider several things for a moment before promptly he sat up–to Shanks’ relief–and turned to Hoku.

“He developed an even stronger technique,” Mihawk said.

“Oh, you noticed,” Hoku grinned. “He never stops advancing, you know. You’ll have to run to even get close to catching up.”

Mihawk’s golden eyes flickered before he nodded. He moved, standing up and Hoku let her hands fall into her lap. Shanks continued to gape.

“What’s the matter with you?” Soft fingers tapped the side of his face and Shanks’ head jerked to the side. His cheek connected with Hoku’s warm palm, ocean eyes curious as she watched him. “You seemed confident as a lion just a moment ago–”

“I wasn’t aware you two were acquainted,” Shanks said, a wide, quick grin curling on his lips. He flashed Mihawk a sharp look who simply stared blankly back at him in return. Hoku moved to pull her hand away and Shanks quickly reached up, cupping his hand over hers.

Hoku arched a brow.

“Lovely dove,” Shanks said, voice a little low, eyes a little pleading, expression soft. His fingers moved lightly over the back of her hand in a way he hoped was distracting. “What do I have to do to be spoiled like that?”

Hoku blinked. She seemed confused by his question for a moment before something must have clicked and then she laughed. Shanks’ eyes went half lidded at the sound and Mihawk raised a brow at the redhead’s expression.

“Challenge the greatest swordsman alive,” Hoku said, eyes a little wild. “And we’ll see what happens.”

Maybe I should play a little sick next time. Shanks wondered. I wouldn’t mind being spoiled like that–

“And you should really just let me coat your sword for you,” Hoku said, ignoring Shanks and pulling her hand away. He pouted at the loss and Hoku faced a calm Mihawk. “I promise it’ll help–”

“I’m not good enough to have you coat for me,” Mihawk said simply. “Not yet.”

Shanks huffed, “Dove, I’d gladly let you do anything to or for me–”

Shanks stopped.

He was fairly certain his heart might’ve too.

Red, soft, flush red colored her cheeks. Hoku’s eyes were a little wide, almost soft at Mihawk’s words. She looked hopelessly embarrassed, flushing in pride at the praise as she reached up and placed a hand over her face as though to hide the entire view, crumpling a bit.

“You can’t just going saying things like that,” Hoku said, sheepish and soft. “Really now–”

Shanks wanted that face engraved to memory. He wanted that face to be made because of him. He wanted it under his fingertips. He wanted it, begged for it beside him. He wanted to see it color darker, a little more flushed, eyes soft on him and his hands running low and pushing, playing, trying to see how much more he could–

Shanks paused. Maybe this time Buggy was right and a little bit of that passion was bleeding a bit toward somewhere else.

“HOOOKKKKKUUUUUU!” Shanks and Mihawk froze, the loud, resounding voice boomed across mountains, echoing blaringly clear. “WHEEEEEERREEE ARRREEEE YOOOUUUU?”

They both looked to each other, realization coloring their faces as to who the voice belonged to and–

Without another word, Hoku stood. Her head turned toward the sound of her name, at her call, eyes warm, the expression on her face–

Something Shanks wasn’t sure he knew how he ought to feel about. It reminded him of her moment with Zoro. A simple call of her name and yet–

Something too far for him to ever grasp. Something that shouldn’t be touched. Something he couldn’t touch.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again, brat,” Hoku grinned at Shanks, holding a silver flower up. Shanks blinked in realization. “Thanks for the flowers.”

Turning to Mihawk she added over her shoulder, “Rest up. See you again, Mihawk.”

She beamed at the two of them and promptly set off, never once looking back as she followed the continued calls of her name, hurrying maybe just a bit.

…

“Alright, spill it you sly dog. What did you do and what did you say to get her to treat you like that?” Shanks nearly pulled tufts of red out. “You were in her lap! Her lap, you dog! And that face–do you understand how cute she is?”

Mihawk stared at him as one would a bug.

“Who are you?”

- they’ll all meet again

#memos #Hoku #Shanks #memos au #young!shanks #older!hoku #young!mihawk #Mihawk #Shanks x Oc #ShaKu #MiKu #Zoro #monkey d luffy #pirate king luffy

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xsugarysweetsx · 4 years

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Hi omg I'm so happy I found you huhu. My bf and I of 19 months just broke up, towards the end there were a lot of broken promises by him, and false words. He was my first bf and childhood friend so it still hurts, but I'm getting better everyday! So can I request an osamu x reader where she tells him one day about her ex who did the said stuff and he just wants to make her feel loved on valentines day, so he surprises her with gifts, lunch, and lots of affection! (if not him shirabu is fine too)

Hello dear reader!! I’m so sorry that happened but I’m happy to hear you’re recovering! Thank you for requesting and I know you’ll find someone worth your while :))!! Here you go happy Valentines Day!i hope you don’t mind I sprinkled in some lemon!❤️

Osamu Miya x Reader (with slight lemon; female reviving)

“Hey I need to ask you something” your best friend turned to look at one of the best players in your school. Osamu has seen you’ve been acting strange lately but you won’t talk about it. You both have been dating for about a year now and Valentines Day was coming up.

“Oh yeah sure what do you need?”

“Y/N has been acting weird lately and I don’t know if I did something wrong.” Osamu was known to be a smug know it all but when it came to you he was different.

Y/B/F/N thought for a minute and realized something. This was the time you and your ex were on really bad terms.

Your jerk of an ex was your first friend turned boyfriend. Sure everything was good at the start but slowly things began to fall off. Broken promises and one too many ‘sorries’ and “trust mes”. It hurt you emotionally. Really bad

Trust issues came up. Your self esteem was brought down. You were at a low point. As Y/F/N explained she saw how his face fell in guilt. She knew how happy he made

“But then she found you osamu” his eyes shot up “the day she met you and started to talk I’ve never seen her eyes light up more than they do today... during this time honestly all you ahem to do is make her feel special, like a princess. If she wants to open up to you just listen. Other than that you’ve been doing pretty great from the day you made it official” Osamu’s eyes lit up with an idea. He stood quickly and bowed thanking your friend an took off.

You weren’t exactly having the best day. You woke up with a headache, had about three tests today, forgot your lunch and you were late. So no today hasn’t been good either way.

That and the fact that it was a time of year where you had some bad memories. You see your ex had been with you for about a year and some change. But one too many chances lead to you getting the broken heart. Even though you had ended it and thank goodness you did! (Plz don’t ever be in a toxic relationship my readers :()

Thankfully you found Osamu. A very cocky volleyball player. Yet you both started to warm up to each other. It was the best thing you could have ever felt.

He knew when you needed a compliment, when you needed to laugh, or when he had to apologize. How could you ask for something better than that?

You couldn’t.

Here you were on your way home finally able to just be on your own and sleep. Your parents wouldn’t be home until two days from now, from a business trip.

Small time skip

You get to your house that night expecting to just jump into bed and sleep. Yet you were met with about five bouquets of flowers, a giant bear, chocolates, and your loving boyfriend. He smiled softly and said

“Welcome home baby” you set your things down by the door and went into his loving arms. His warm secure embrace making you catch butterflies. He stroking your hair he said

“I know you’ve been feeling bad today but I’m here for you.” He pulled away and kiss your forehead “I’m here to make you feel loved *kiss* important *kiss* beautiful *kiss* and happy” you couldn’t help but feel the tears brim up your eyes. He wiped them beofre letting them fall.

He walked you to the living room where he handed you a bag. In it was a card, some perfume, a new hoodie, and some nightwear you’ll both enjoy ;).

You open the card and it read

Dear Princess,

I know it’s not V-Day yet but I wanted to let you know just what you mean to me. When I saw you for the first I wanted to ask you out right away but I knew you needed better. You deserved it. You are everything I could want and more than I deserve. anyone who can’t see that obviously is below average on their IQ level. Besides all that I want to thank you for being by my side. Supporting me in my games, keeping me down to earth, and most importantly making me a better person. I love you more than words or gifts can describe.

“Y/F/N told me why you were upset the last few days so I wanted you know how much I love you. I don’t want you to feel like that as long as you’re with me”

“Awh osamu this is so sweet” you sniffled

You wipe away more tears as you finished the letter. You kissed him as a thank you but instead of pulling away he pulled you in deeper. You melted into the kiss as his digits tangled themselves in your hair. He picked you up and straddled you on his lap. Hands beginning to roam your body. His large hands slid down to your ass and cupped them followed by a firm squeeze causing a small moan to escape your lips.

Laying you back down to the sofa he hovered over you and said “I’m going to make you feel so good baby” he smirked and wasted no time in ducking under your skirt. He pushed your pansies aside and blew air to your already wet core. He dragged his hot muscle up your slit in the slowest most agonizing and pleasurable way.

You moan out his name as he began to eat you out. His tongue making magic with just simple strokes. His lips moved up to suck on your bundle of nerves making you see stars. You delicate hands pull on his hair keeping him in place. He smirked as he found that spot that made you edge. All of a sudden a long finger had made its way into you. Your slickness making it easy. Your fluid coating his fingers. Another made its way inside brushing past that spot inside that made you arch off the sofa.

“You gonna cum for me babe? Cum over my fingers come on” he coached. Thanks to his amazing fingers you went over the edge in no time. You painted and caught your breath. He kisses you head

“How was that baby? You feeling better?” He asked knowing exactly what he did to you in a matter of 7 minutes.

“I- just...wow” you sat up and wrapped you arms around his neck “Thank you babe....I really needed this. I love you so much” you muzzle your face into his neck and he hugs you back

“Anything for you princess, I love you more” the rest of the night was spent watching movies and stand up comedy.

And maybe you tried on some of those clothes he bought you as well ;).

I hope this is what you were looking for ! I’m sorry if it’s off of your description but just know you are loved and you are amazing!! Enjoy!!❤️ @pretty-rhythmm

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dimancheetoile · 4 years

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Omg Zukka “Never run back to what hurt you.”

“SOKKA!”

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t turn around. Zuko’s breath is coming up short, his heart beating too loud, too strong in his chest, suffocating him. He runs, faster than he ever ran before. Sokka’s silhouette, cut out in the white glow of the moon against the dark, star-less sky, doesn’t stop walking. There’s panic curling in the pit of his stomach, weighting him down, until he feels like he’ll never run fast enough to catch him. He gets to the top of the huge staircase leading to the palace and doesn’t slow down, instead jumping with all the strength in his legs. He flies over the stairs, before plummeting to the ground below, barely stopping himself with a burst of flames. Zuko stumbles, the momentum pushing him forward, but he regains his balance and keeps running.

Sokka is only a few hundred metres away now. Zuko’s lungs are burning, he tastes acid in the back of his throat, but he doesn’t stop. In a last desperate attempt, he tries to push himself forward using his fire, but he only manages to make himself fall to the ground. He rolls two times before planting a hand down and stopping himself, getting up, again, running, again.

“Sokka, please!”

Now much closer, he can see the other man flinch, his shoulders hunching, but keep walking. Zuko doesn’t remember ever witnessing him like this. Even the first time they met, Sokka wasn’t a true Wolf Warrior then, just a pup playing soldier to protect his village. But that was years ago. They’re both adult now, and Sokka is a massive, broad-shouldered man, who stands out every day in Court with his dark skin and pale, piercing eyes. Feeling suddenly cold, despite the hot night of the Fire Nation, Zuko realizes he can’t remember the last time Sokka smiled.

Zuko is dizzy, the lack of oxygen and acid in his muscles dragging him down, but he’s closing in on Sokka, who is only walking. Finally, feeling like he’s about to pass out, his fingers wrap around Sokka’s wrist, stopping both of them. The tribesman doesn’t turn around, but he doesn’t have to. Zuko knows exactly what he’d see. When he woke up, with a cold bed and a nightmare on his lips, he found the paints scattered around the floor, the wooden comb he gifted Sokka for his tenth year at the Palace. On the shelf, his blue clothing was gone, the red and gold fabric he wears every day left in its place. Sokka looks like a warrior, with his leather vambraces, carved shin guards and bandages fastened around his limbs. His blue tunic flows around his torso, fur framing his large shoulders and brushing his painted jaw. Even from behind, Zuko can see the wolf paintings on Sokka’s face, and the comb he made from a tundra wolf’s femur after the last time he went to the Water Tribe. Almost seven years ago.

Just thinking those words has Zuko flinching away, letting go of Sokka’s wrist. His heart is racing, breaking, he doesn’t know what to do to stop this. To make Sokka stay.

“Sokka. Please. Don’t leave me.”

Finally, he turns around. His eyes are cold, the icy blue-grey looking down on Zuko who never quite grew as much as he did. His lips thin down as he takes in all of Zuko’s panic, panting breaths and watery eyes.

“I haven’t been here for a long time, Fire Lord.”

Zuko can’t control the whine that escapes his throat, in pain like something is physically ripping his heart from his chest.

“Please... I’m begging you. Stay,” he tries to say, as his voice breaks, echo of his heart.

Sokka closes his eyes, the first sign since Zuko saw him from the balcony, already at the steps, that this is affecting him.

“My mom always told me, if something hurts you, get away from it. Protect yourself. Nothing is more valuable than your heart.” He opens his eyes, looking straight at Zuko. “When was the last time you valued mine?”

A sob escapes Zuko’s throat, a display of emotions he has no memory of ever experiencing before. When was the last time he laughed with Sokka, smiled for him? They used to take their lunch together on the balcony, playing with the food, until one of them got bored and they’d curl around each other under the heavy sun. He doesn’t remember the last time he touched Sokka because he wanted to.

“Why should I come back with you, when you’re the one thing hurting me?”

“Sokka.”

“Goodbye, Fire Lord Zuko. Thank you for five beautiful years in your nation. But I need to heal from the five that followed.

Frozen in place, Zuko can only watch him go, eyes so wide they hurt, heart lodged in his throat. He feels like he’s dying. He’s losing the most important person in his life, because he wasn’t able to show him that he was.

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m0etenchandon · 5 years

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I think you need to be punished, Ben (Reader x Ben Hardy)

Summary: Ben has been slacking around the house and Y/N is not having it so she decides to tie him to the bed and make him think twice before doing it again

Authors note: I was debating doing this with Joe, but I feel like Ben would be an even bigger sub if given the chance. Also, OMG, thank you for all the response and love on “A game of beer pong”. It´s honestly so overwhelming, and I cant thank you enough. Im sorry i havent replied to your comments but this is my side blog and Im terrifyed that the many people from irl that follow me on main will figure out how much of a hoe i really am on here

Pairing: Reader x Ben Hardy

Warnings: SMUT (pure filth), sub!ben, being tied to the bed, overstimulation, cumming in pants, unprotected sex (reader on birth control). 18+!

Word count: 2.9 K

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You and Ben always had an agreement that when it comes to household chores, you would both contribute equally. However, he had recently been slacking in that department. Bowls of cereal in the sink, not bothering to throw his dirty clothes in the laundry basket, and coincidentally never being home when it was time to dust and vacuum. Obviously, he had a lot going on with awards season and interviews, but it wasn’t like he was never home either. He had plenty of time when you were off to your day-time job, but there was never dinner on the table or an empty dishwasher when you walked through that door. Most of the time he spent playing videogames online with Joe.

After slumping down onto the sofa after dinner, which you again had to cook, Ben went to pull you into his side. You however were mildly annoyed and sat back onto the other side of the couch.

“Is there something wrong, Y/N?”

“Nah, its nothing. I’m just having a rough day”

“Want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, knowing deep down that you were overreacting. Ben was so caring and attentive to your needs, he always listened when you complained. It was just that this was getting on your nerves, and you didn’t even know why.

“I know something I can do that will cheer you up, you know”. He had a smirk on his face as he inched closer. You didn’t push him away, always being a sucker for those kissable lips. You looked from them to his green eyes, then down to his lips again. Leaning in to give him a kiss, you closed your eyes. His lips moved slowly against yours, but the kiss didn’t last long. Ben left kisses at the corner of your mouth, your jaw, just under your ear, before moving down to your neck. He found your sweet spot, knowing fully where it was after two years of being together. Small moans left your mouth as he sucked gently, ever so slightly running his teeth over the sensitive spot as you pulled on the short hair at the nape of his neck.

Satisfied with his work, he pulled away and looked at you while caressing your cheek.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it, love?”

“Mmm, yes. Later, I promise”

You were still very much enjoying his sweet touching and little kisses, but there was still some annoyance left in your body. Normally, Ben would be quite dominating in bed, never letting you get the upper hand. However, there was something about having him a whimpering mess underneath you that made your heartbeat rise and wetness forming in your panties. You had never dared to speak your mind, but now he definitely needed to be punished.

“Actually, can we try something new today?”, you asked running a ringer down his shirt. His muscles tensed under your touch sending electric bolts straight to your core.

“Sure, anything for you my love”. He was back to kissing your neck earning a satisfied hum from the bottom of your throat. You stood up and held your hand out to him, beckoning him to come with you to the bedroom. Ben couldn’t keep his hands of you, clearly excited to hear what you had planned. His hands roamed your hips, over your boobs and across your thighs as you moved up the stairs to the master bedroom.

“What did you have in mind then miss Y/L/N”, he teased when you came to a halt at the end of your bed.

“Well, I was thinking that maybe I could be in charge this time”. He visibly gulped as you ran your hands over his chest and down his abs, stopping right before you reached the waistline of his sweatpants. It was your turn to nip at his neck, leaving small bites along his collarbones as well.

“Fuck, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you. You know that”. Ben tried to grab onto your waist, but you were quick to pull his hands away. He let out a low whimper. You already had him around your little finger.

“I know, I have a solution for that”

You walked over to your closet and pulled out the box that was stored into the very back. Pulling out a pair of handcuffs along with some ropes, you could practically hear Bens heartbeat going up. You also pulled out one of the vibrators that he had used on you countless of times. Smiling at the memory of the last time he had made you cum 5 times in a row with it, you walked over to him again. You put the vibrator and the ropes down on the dresser but dangled the handcuffs from your pinky.

“I think it’s your time to try these”, you teased. He slowly nodded staring at you, his eyes growing several shades darker. His breath was deep and fast, and you could already see a slight bulge in his pants. Your fingers ghosted along his waistline before tugging at his t-shirt. He lifted his arms and let you pull it off him. You bit your lip at the sight of him in front of you, never getting used to the way his muscles tensed, the lines disappearing into his pants and the little trail of hair leading way to his favorite body part.

Pushing him onto the bed, you started to crawl up his body. Settling on straddling his stomach, you grabbed one of his hands and put it inside one of the cuffs. Next, you slid it through one of the poles of the head board of the bed before locking his other hand into place.

“Is this okay baby? Do you remember our safe word?”

“Y-yes, fuck this is so hot. Please touch me”, he begged. Simply smirking at how desperate he already sounded, you let your lips fall to his neck again. Now that he was unable to touch you, you sucked harshly onto the skin just below his ear knowing it drove him crazy. His hips bucked into thin air and moans left his mouth. You giggled and let your lips fall on top of his. He kissed back with lust and neediness in the way his tongue made its way into your mouth. You, however, were not having it and pulled away. He tried to stretch his neck and kiss you again, but you had already moved down towards his chest. You left kisses across his collarbones and down towards his defined pecks. Leaving small kisses next to his nipples, whines fell from his mouth. Never having tried to touch his nipples before during sex, you decided to nip at them gently, earning loud moans from your boyfriend. He was completely wrecked, and you hadn’t even got to the fun part yet.

“Fuck, b-babe. P-p-please, touch me. Do s-something”, he whimpered. You started to kiss down his stomach, going between his abs. Once you reached his happy trail, you let your tongue lick small kitten licks down towards his pants. His bulge poked your chest as you bent down and Ben thrusted his up, desperate for some sort of pressure on his aching cock.

“Now Ben, you need to be a good boy and not move for me okay?”

He frantically nodded as you grabbed the ropes from the bed side table. You tied each of his legs to a bed post before moving off the bed yourself. While Bens eyes were all over you hot like a fire, you started removing pieces of clothing. Making sure to sway your hips a little extra, you shimmied out of your skinny jeans before pulling off your jumper. Now that the only clothing that covered you were a bra and panties, you crawled over to him on the bed. You settled yourself over his crotch earning a whimper from him. You were driving him insane with every movement and you were enjoying every second.

“You’ve been a very bad boy lately, Benny. Leaving dirty dishes in the sink, dirty socks on the bathroom floor, driving me insane. You know I hate when its messy in the house, yet you still sit on the couch playing video games with Joe all day”

You had started moving your hips over his hard length and he was looking at you with a pleading look in his eyes.

“I think you need to be punished, don’t you baby?”

“Please, I-I swear I will pick up the slack. Just please, fuck, t-touch me. I’m so hard it hu-urts”

“But I am touching you baby” you cooed.

“Naughty boys don’t deserve to be sucked off. Its either this or nothing”

He let out a long whine, tugging at the handcuffs. Loving the effect you had on him, you moved your hips harder. His cock was pulsating through the fabrics separating the two of you, profanities leaving his mouth. He had never been this hard in his life and it turned you on like crazy. Wetness had seeped through your panties and onto his sweat pants, forming a wet patch just above the tip of his bulge. Ben looked down to where you were rubbing yourself against him and moaned at the sight.

“You want me to stop baby?”

“N-No please don’t. Fuck, I think I’m gonna c-cum Y/N”

“Yeah? Are you gonna cum in your pants like a horny teenager? Gonna cum from me just rubbing my wet pussy all over your crotch, baby?”

His eyes had closed, and the rest of his face was red and sweaty from the contact with his cock. Determined to get him to cum, you scraped you nails down his chest. He was a whimpering mess underneath you, desperately trying to buck his hips up towards yours to get some more friction. He was at the very edge when you leant down to whisper in his ear.

“Be a good boy and cum for me. I know you want to, baby. Maybe then I will let you fuck me. Do you want that, baby? Want my warm, tight pussy around your aching cock? Want to feel my walls clench around me as you make me cum. Your cock always makes me cum so hard?”

That was all it took. Ben screamed out your name as he came. Tears were threatening to leave his eyes as he rode out his orgasm. You placed a few kisses on his chest before moving to get off of him. The patch on his crotch that was once just your wetness was now accompanied by another much darker one. Bens chest was moving up and down at a rapid pace as he tried to regain his breath.

“I can´t believe you just made me cum my pants”, Ben said still breathless. He was so embarrassed.

“Oh, I think it was really hot. So hot in fact that I´m literally dripping”. You got off the bed and slid your panties off before unclasping your bra. Ben was pleading to touch you, his eyes darker than ever. You moved up his body, placing your pussy just out of the reach of his tongue. He pulled at his restraints, desperately wanting to taste you. He could see how wet you were for him.

“Please let me taste you, love. You always taste so fucking good”

“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it yet”, you teased. You moved forward a bit so that his tongue could barely touch your clit, making you shudder at the contact, before moving back.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes, please Y/N, I need more”

You moved a forward a bit further, this time enough for him to drag his tongue through your folds. He pushed his tongue into you as far as he could go and lapped up all your juices. You completely forgot who was in charge as he started sucking at your clit, slightly grazing his teeth over the sensitive nub. You were rocking against his mouth chasing your high. He was moaning against your heat, sending shivers up your spine. You abruptly pulled away from him earning a whine from Ben. His chin and mouth were glistening with your juices and it took all you had to not sit right back down on his pretty face.

“I need you inside me, Ben”

“Y/N shit, I can’t, I’m too sensitive”

Ignoring his pleas, you tugged his pants and boxers as far down his legs as they would go while still being tied to the bed posts. His cock was still wet from cum and he was half-hard.

“You sure, baby? I really need it, and by the looks of it, you want it too”. You traced a finger over the prominent vein on his shaft, making him shiver. His cock started to stir. You had him completely under your spell as you lent down and kitten licked at the cum around his tip. It was all too much for Ben, who was tossing and turning on the bed. Taking his tip into your mouth and sucking lightly, his hips bucked up making his cock hit the back of your throat. You immediately let him slip out of your mouth.

“I just told you naughty boys don’t get sucked off, and yet you push your big cock right down my throat”

“Babe, I’m so s-sorry”

“I think you should show me how sorry you are by letting me ride you. Don’t you think that is a good idea, baby”

“Shit, please, I’m too sensitive”

You reminded him to use the safe word if it was too much, before lining him up with your entrance. All the teasing had got you all riled up and you were so wet he slipped in with no resistance. You kept eye contact with your boyfriend as you slid down onto his hard cock. Tears were pricking at his eyes as he bottomed you out. He was so sensitive, yet it felt so good he didn’t want you to stop. You took a minute to get used to his big cock, before lifting your hips and quickly slamming back down again. Ben was a moaning mess underneath you as you picked up the pace. You lent down to press a kiss to his mouth, but he immediately deepened it, craving the intimacy. Your orgasm was slowly creeping up on you, feeling the pit in your stomach grow tighter. His lips left yours, the kissing taking too much of his energy. He whispered sorry´s into your ear as you let your head fall onto his chest. You could tell he was close as his breathing became uneven.

“Are you gonna cum for me again, baby”

“Fuck, yes Y/N. It f-feels so g-good”

You grabbed the neglected vibrator from the bed side table and placed it against your clit. You were so riled up that it pushed you right towards the edge. Bens eyes nearly popped out of his eye socket at the sight before him. He threw his head back in ecstasy as he came, you follow shortly behind when you felt hot ropes of his cum coat your walls. You clenched around him as you came down, riding out your own and his orgasm. He was so sensitive by this point that a tear actually escaped his eye. A yelp left his mouth as he slipped out of you, the friction being too much for him. Leaning down to him, you kissed away the tears on his cheek before giving his lips a soft kiss. You unlocked his handcuffs as well as the ropes tying his feet. His arms immediately wrapped around you as you put your head on his chest.

“You okay?”, you asked tracing small circles on his chest. He kissed the top of your head.

“Yeah, it was just a lot. In a good way though. And I’m sorry for being lazy around the house. Seriously, I´ll do better. I promise, love”

“It’s okay. Besides, I´ll just have to punish you again if you don’t pick up your slack”, you smirked as you looked up at him. A flash of panic swept his features before they softened.

“Hmm, I did enjoy this whole scenario, but I think that next time you should be the one that’s tied up”

“Do you now? Don’t know if I dare after what I just put you through. You might be revengeful”

“You´ll just have to find out, won´t you”, he teased leaning down to give you a quick kiss.

“Maybe I´ll just abstain from sex and I won´t have to worry about that”

“Yeah, and that will last for about 2 days before you can’t say no to this anymore” he gestured at his torso and then down to his cock.

“You’re so full of yourself”, you pushed his chest laughing.

“I´m not wrong though, and you know it, love”

“I know.. it’s a curse really”

“Sure it is, it’s hard having orgasms every night”

“You´re such a wanker, Ben”

“But I´m your wanker”, he pulled you so close you could barely breathe. You laughed and pushed him away from you.

“You´re lucky you’re cute or I would have kicked you out of my bed right now”

“You know you love me”

“Unfortunately, I do, you dork”

“I love you too, Y/N”, Ben said, placing a sloppy kiss to your lips. You smiled against him and kissed him back.

Part 2

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