#partner ♡ rainy

[mverickz]

wait. are you ticklish? ( @ natália )

prompts for playful affection ♡ aceitando !

━━ sim! você nunca tinha notado? ━━ ela falou em meio aos risos soltos, empurrando de leve as mãos alheias para que ele parasse com aquilo. ━━ eu sou sensível pra cosquinhas, andrés. pode parar! ━━ pediu, o fitando com uma feição séria. não que de fato aquilo a incomodasse ou fosse algo ruim, porém era uma reação normal se esquivar de cócegas, certo? conhecia o rapaz o suficiente para saber que agora que ele tinha conhecimento do seu corpo sensível ele provavelmente não ia parar de a importunar. esse jeito divertido e espontâneo do amigo, ou melhor, namorado era exatamente o que a fazia apreciar tanto estar ao seu lado.

os dedos alheios continuavam a brincar com suas pernas, a brasileira se jogava para o lado no sofá, controlando suas próprias gargalhadas a medida que tentava afastar o rapaz. ela não sabia como ele conseguia a deixar tão confortável dessa forma, ao ponto de brincarem juntos e se provocarem de uma forma saudável que ela desconhecia totalmente. com ele natália de fato conhecia um mundo novo, mesmo sabendo que não podia pensar demais sobre isso. o que eles tinham não era real. não é? ━━ ok chega! ━━ ela gritou, o fitando com os olhos semicerrados. ━━ você já me irritou demais. ━━ se virou, pulando em cima do mais novo e o prendendo no acolchoado abaixo deles, segurando seus braços para que ele não se movesse enquanto também usava o peso de seu próprio corpo. ━━ agora tá na minha vez. ━━ começou a dedilhar a cintura alheia, tentando achar qualquer ponto que também o causasse cosquinhas, mesmo que ela própria parecesse rir mais do que ele.

@lvcdrms

[spaceny]

partners !

[calicoheartz]

Paige Bueckers : headcannons ഒ ¸ ⊹

warning : none ! pure fluff :)

a/n : hey guys! welcome to my first real post! today I decided to write some super niche headcannons about PB ◡̈ enjoy !

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⸝⸝ ♡ despite her tough exterior , Paige secretly adores handwritten letters and often leaves little notes for her s/o to find throughout the day! almost always expressing her love and appreciation for them in little or subtle ways

⸝⸝ ♡ Definitely has a soft spot for rainy days. Whenever it storms , she loves the idea of cozying up with you under a blanket , sipping hot cocoa or tea while expressing her dreams , fears , and deepest thoughts with you !

⸝⸝ ♡ Paige FOR SURE has a secret playlist filled with songs that remind her of you, and whenever you guys are apart, they listen to it to feel closer to you. Maybe even leaving voice memos of her expressing her love for you between the tracks

⸝⸝ ♡ She is incredibly attentive to her partners needs and ALWAYS knows how to make them feel special, whether it’s through a surprise gift, a comforting embrace, or just by simply being there to support them through difficult times

⸝⸝ ♡ I feel like Paige would believe in grand romantic gestures and she isn’t afraid to go above and beyond to sweet her partner off their feet. Whether it is a surprise weekend getaway, a heartfelt love letter , or a spontaneous dance in the moonlight. Her love has no bounds, and she’s always striving to make her partner feel cherished and adored

⸝⸝ ♡ our girl is definitely a hopeless romantic

⸝⸝ ♡ yall definitely have a secret handshake that yall share whenever either of you need a pick-me-up or a reminder of your special bond :) it’s a playful gesture that symbolizes your unique connection !

⸝⸝ ♡ I also feel like she’s a sucker for rom-coms, especially the ones from the 90s. Her all time favorite is DEFINITELY “you’ve got mail” go argue with a wall 😊

⸝⸝ ♡ I hc her love language to be a mix of physical touch and acts of service. I feel like while she loves having you near her and is almost always craving your touch; she also loves going out of her way to do thoughtful things for you. Whether it’s cooking your favorite meal, or getting you something you’ve wanted for awhile, best believe your girl is always thinking of you!

⸝⸝ ♡ (going off the previous headcannon) I feel like she’s the type to want to hold your hand literally anywhere and everywhere! I think she’d intertwine your pinkies in public, or maybe caress your hand while walking together in public! She loves making it obvious that she’s yours ◡̈

anywhooo that is it for today! lmk if you guys would like a pt 2 or possibly a nsfw version of this? thank u for reading !

[yrbladie]

♡ ﾟ˖ ॱ ▎SOULMATES DOESN'T MEAN IN THIS LIFETIMEㅤ𝅄 🌿 ꒱ㅤwhere you're both soulmates, but don't end up together.

˖ ࣪ diluc, kaveh

warnings ：gn!reader, hurt no comfort, mentions of pining, non fluent writer, they're a fool (for you)

ㅤIt was a pitiful thing really, the way his heart would clench at the thought of you. There was this certain feeling of belonging he just couldn't seem to shake off, he insisted it was perhaps because of the rainy weather, as nonsense as it was. In the end, all his silly thoughts were because of your effect on him, and he couldn't explain why.

ㅤHe had memorized by heart everything that you did. The way every morning you brushed past him, sometimes in a rush, other times seeming to be lost on your thoughts. The way that during mondays your eyes seemed tired and your mood seemed as sour as a lemon. He memorized your usual spot at the tavern and the usual days you'd go there, so that he could always casually slip to you a non-alcoholic drink you seemed to very much need. It was on the house he said, only so he could see the beautiful smile you'd give in return.

ㅤIt was funny, really, the way he would treasure every single one of the words you would say to him. He counted every 'thank you', every 'hello' and every single wretched 'goodbye' you told. And even all the compliments he heard you tell your friends about him. About how diligent and trustworthy he is. If only you could say how loveable he is.

ㅤBut alas, fate seemed to have never taken kindly to his happiness and thus you were gone all too quickly.

ㅤHe still saw your face on the streets, of course, but now there was someone else by your side and suddenly, everything you did was connected with that person. The way that now during mondays you had a beaming smile on your lips while you searched the windows of the shops for the perfect gift. How you always had a reserved seat for them by your side, because you knew they always arrived a little bit late.

ㅤAnd he wished oh so badly he could be the one sitting right there, he wished he could've done something before, when the days seemed short and blissful. When you still looked at him with your eyes filled with stars, when that night sky wasn't reserved for someone else yet.

ㅤBut at the same time Diluc knew, he had it coming for him. He was much too cowardly to take the role of being by your side, he was much too awkward to deserve that seat beside you. So while his tears were still nowhere to be seen, he wished you happiness. And he thought he could be content with that one last smile you gave him, that one last squeeze on the arm that you gave him before jumping on your steps to your partner.

ㅤWith that, he thought he could let you go a tad bit easier. Even if he had to listen to Adelinde point out how red his eyes were on that day when he got back home. On the day that not even Kaeya had the courage to make a joke to lighten the mood, instead he simply gave him a quick pat in the back that just made Diluc feel all the worst. But he knew, it wasn't his brother fault, it was his own.

ㅤHe knew time would someday make the burden lighter, but for now he still had the foolish thought that maybe it was okay to carry you in his heart forever. That his heart would always beat off-sync with yours, that you both would always be on different wavelengths, walking different paths. That maybe, it was okay for him to keep you right where you were on his heart, while yours would always race at the thought of anyone else but him.

ㅤBut who could he blame, really. Sometimes, he supposes, somethings are just not meant to be.

ㅤHe wished to know your heart more than anything, what types of thoughts swirled in your mind as you looked at him. Maybe he looked foolish, standing there with a dumbfounded expression as the one he was eyeing this whole time finally seemed to spare him a glance.

ㅤAnd he almost wished to disappear into thin air as he saw the corners of your lips lift as you went back to your conversation with your friends, your giggle reaching his ears clearly. If only it wasn't for your lovely eyes and heavenly smile. He was simply frozen in his spot, not knowing what to do with himself, or his heart for that matter. His heart that was beating oh so wildly in his chest as he tried to calm down his breathing.

ㅤOn the walk back to his —or Al Haitham's — house, he just couldn't get you off of his mind. Maybe he should've talked with you, asked for your name, if you wished to meet with him again, if you wanted to marry–

ㅤHe shook his head desperately. No, he thought, not now.

ㅤKaveh simply resigned to the thought that it was a once-in-a-lifetime meeting, the type that you'd think back a few years on the future and regret not making a move, because they were clearly onto you too. But then on the next day he saw you again, and in the next, and the next too. And on one of those days you even waved at him and called him by his name like you both had always known each other.

ㅤIt made him wonder if you felt something for him too. If your heart tingled and raced just like his did at the mention of your name. It made him hopeful, for the first time in a while it made him think that perhaps he could have something. That at least, finally, he hadn't ruin something before it even began.

ㅤBut then again, yet again, in the blink of an eye it was gone. You were moving back to your native land in a few days, your entire family was there and your longing for your homeland was too much to bear, he heard you tell your friend, just as he had mustered up some courage to go and talk to you.

ㅤOh, he should've known. He was nothing but yet another stranger that you sometimes saw on the streets, perhaps one you found slightly amusing, but nothing more than that. As for him, you were everything, his every reason to breathe and the source of all his sudden inspiration.

ㅤAnd he should've expected that you didn't even look for him to say your farewells. And he hated himself for getting his hopes up for nothing.

ㅤKaveh refused to leave the house for the next days. He didn't even mind the way his roommate would complain about how he was leaving everything a mess. His room definitely mirrored the way his mind and heart was, a complete broken mess. All his next projects and plans torn and thrown in the trash.

ㅤAnd one day he regretted it yet again. On that day he ran out of the house, with wrinkled clothes and undoubtedly huge bags under his eyes. He looked everywhere for you, asked every single one of the people he saw you hang around with. He only wished to hear something else than that you had already left.

ㅤSuch a fool he was, he could've had at least one last moment, gotten at least a goodbye from you, he could've at least asked that the both of you maintained contact.

ㅤHe had lost a precious occasion and he had no one else to blame but himself for that.

maybe the start of another small series? who knows 🩷 took me a while to write this but here it is

- don't copy or plagiarize, all the content here belongs to me ♡

taglist : @ryuryuryuyurboat , @faesther , @kizakiss (srry if yall didn't want to be tagged for these characters 😭 lemme know for which ones I should tag u for)

if anyone else would like to be tagged on my next posts let me know ♡

[harus-simp]

Wearing their clothes (hyung line)

Kim Jiwoong, Zhang Hao, Sung Hanbin, Seok Matthew and Kim Taerae

Genre: fluffy fluff

Warning: none

Word count: 1.5 aprox.

Author's note: starting to gain my writing rhythm back pookies so I figured out I'd do this cute idea hehe

Have a great day and enjoy <3

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How would your amazing boyfriend possibly react when he sees their partner wearing his clothes?

Jiwoong

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Jiwoong's schedule was too busy with his activities as an idol so you hadn't seen him in all week, and you didn't expect him to come today either.

The weather was rainy and stormy, so the possibilities of you staying inside and not doing anything were of a 100%

But you didn't dislike staying inside, in fact you were satisfied with your plans for that day as you could seat comfortably on your sofa and perhaps steal one of your boyfriend's hoodies to stay warm and not get cold.

Did jiwoong know you loved wearing his clothes? Absolutely not. You never wore them with him around as you felt too shy to do that and your relationship wasn't that old either.

You got up from your couch and grabbed your favourite hoodie of his, which casually was his as well. The smell of his cologne was still present filling your nostrils with a pleasant sensation, so you brought your arms up and pulled the fabric down your frame.

Little did you know that your boy was observing you from afar leaning on the doorframe. He had finished earlier that day and decided to spend the night with his beloved one.

The sight before him melted his heart in ways his head couldn't understand, but the need to just spend time with you made him forget about any coherent thought.

"So you like my hoodie huh?"

You turned at the door surprised and kinda flustered to see your boyfriend there.

"I thought you were all packed and busy!"

"Figured out you'd need some time with your boyfriend, and I was right"he said eyeing you up and down

"You are enjoying this too much"

"I don't know what you are talking about" he said nonchalantly, but the smile on his face didn't go unnoticed by you

Actually he was too affected by it, you made his head dizzy 😵‍💫

Zhanghao

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You and Hao were going on a little date after he had received his first win with 'In Bloom' with ZB1, which brought lots of happiness to his heart. So it was time to celebrate it together after he had done the same with his group.

You couldn't believe how fast he was already succeeding on his career, but you were so proud of him to say the least.

However, the weather wasn't on your side. Just as you were going to leave the apartment you noticed how a strong wind was blowing outside, meaning that you'd need something more warm than the tank top you were wearing.

Without a second thought you opened your closet and grabbed the first sweater you found and left for your date(obviously paying attention to the colour for it to match your outfit).

When you got to your meeting point you saw him leaning on a tree staring at his phone, but he immediately noticed your presence and smiled at you.

"Hey hao!"

"Hey baby, is that my sweater?"he asked after giving you a little kiss on your forehead.

"Yes,it's really comfy"

"Damn your fashion sense is worse than taerae's"

"Heyyy"you said pouting

"Wear this instead,god"he said handing you another sweater

"You love me that much that you already brought one for me?" you said

"No, but I thought you were not going to bring something warmer"

"Alright you sassy queen, let's go on that date shall we?"

S.Hanbin

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The day you had been anticipating for a while had finally came, you were going to have your first sleepover with your boyfriend hanbin.

Your relationship was still building up as you both decided to take things slowly, setting a comfortable rhythm and pace.

This day wasn't planned at all tho, this was an improv date as the storm outside didn't seem to be stopping any sooner. So hanbin suggested you stayed the night with him.

At first you complained because you didn't have any clothes you could wear as pjs but he shoved you into his closet and made you choose something of all his wardrobe.

You opted for a pair of shorts that were giant in comparison to yours and a hoodie that was at least 3 sizes bigger than you. But seeing you like that made hanbin's heart skip a beat, you looked all cute like that, like a tiny bear that needed to be hugged.

The smile that made its way to his face made your heart flutter and the way his arms wrapped instantly around you put you completely at ease at once.

"How do I look?"you said looking up at him

"Hmm, I don't know, I think it fits Hao better"he teased

You rolled your eyes at him.

"Then give it to him then"you answered back trying to get out of his grasp

"I'm joking darling, and for your information I'm not letting you go tonight at all"he said tightening his hold on you

You loved your boyfriend but sometimes he could be a little annoying.

Uff, you had a long night ahead.

Matthew

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Working hard later pays off as you finally had a weekend for yourself after being too busy lately.

Matthew got so excited at this notice as he was finally able to have you all to himself and be with you for the rest of the weekend at least.

And even though you wanted to keep on sleeping with your partner by your side you knew you couldn't sleep all weekend (unless you are keita of course).

You both decided to go shopping to spoil yourselves and to have a good time with each other, you needed this little rest anyways, and what better way than go out with your lover

"Do you think this sweater suits me baby?"he asked you

"Yes, although i would rock it better"

He looked at you fondly and giggled at your sassy remark.

"Let's find it out later then"

And just as he said earlier once you got out of the shop he literally throwed at you his new purchase for you to try on.

"You were serious?"

"Of course, you can try it first so then when I put it it smells like you"he answered sweetly

You smiled at his antics and put it on feeling the soft material on your skin, it was such a cosy feeling that you could literally fall asleep right there.

"You are such a simp matt"

"No I'm not"

"Yeah your friends would disagree on that"

But could you really blame him? You were his angel after all.

Taerae

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Exhausted was the perfect word to describe your face and taerae's right now. You had been all day out as you had gone to eat to a restaurant and later gone to watch a movie together.

Don't get me wrong, you had a great time with your boyfriend, but by the time you got back from your long date it was dark outside. So the number of hours you had spend away from your apartment was huge.

As you stepped inside y'all got comfortable and ate dinner before preparing for prolonging your date even more with a movie night.

"Omg honey you are so cold, grab something to wear you are shivering"he said

And so you did. But what taerae wasn't expecting was to see you walking back to your couch with one of his hoodies.

He smiled brightly at the sight brought you to his embrace securing his arms around your waist.

"Didn't expect you to wear something mine"

"Neither did I, your fashion sense is terrible, but this was the best I could find"you said joking around teasing him.

His smile literally dropped.

"Was gonna cuddle you so bad but I guess you don't deserve it for being so mean"he bit back turning around from you

"But then I'll be cold without you baby, forgive me please"you said pouting to make him give in

"Hmm, I guess I could if you casually give me some kisses"

"Then prepare yourself to give me a public apology you loser"

And just like that your playfulness continued throughout the rest of the night <3

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[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Could I request Neuvillette's s/o making a song about him and singing it with the Melusines and other Fontaine characters?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Of course! I did it only with melusines in the end so I hope you won't mind that!

Also omg, this is such a cute idea and I won't lie when I say my heart melted a bit just by imagining this. So hopefully you'll like it too!

Also I may've let my creativity carry me here-

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

As someone who loved and even made music, you simply had to make a song about your boyfriend. You spent many days thinking of perfect way to turn your feelings into music. Untill one day... one pretty rainy day in Fontaine when you were away from your partner who had to stay at work.

You've realized that something calm and slightly melancholic but with rather lovely text would suit his appearence and your feelings perfectly!

And once you've figured it all out, you just needed to decide what instruments to include to math vibe of the song. That's when you got approached by a melusine on Fontaine streets.

"Good morning Y/N! Am I right to assume you're troubled? Do you need any help?"

"No, no, I'm fine. But thank you!"

You said rather confidently and were about to leave with last goodbye but that's when you got an amazing idea!

"Actually... can I count on your help?"

The melusine approved of your idea after brief explanation, seeing it as nice way to thank Neuvilette for his hard work. Before you knew it, you had group of melusines willing to help you out. Of course some had to decline due to work but you were still satisfied with the amount of help.

You presented to them your idea on how they can sing the melody instead of using instruments and others can be background chorus. It was kind of a love song so it was only natural for you to take the leading vocalist role as Neuvilette's partner.

You practiced with melusines almost every day for this specific moment. It was past 8pm, there was almost no one in the area and yet, Neuvilette was still on his office, dealing with work.

You just knew he was tired and what better way to get him to take a break than showing up with loveliest surprise?

You and melusines got ready, even with few papers in hand to make sure no one will mistake their text and role. It may look like a job or forcing it to some, but it really wasn't! You could see from looks on their faces that they were happy to make hydro dragon's night a bit better as well.

"And 3, 2, 1..."

You counted everyone in as you saw their ready glances. As soon as "1" was said, melusines began singing melody just like planned, so you could smoothly enter first verse with the chorus supporting your singing.

Neuvilette, upon hearing the song sang by many familiar voices, couldn't help but stop working on his paper work and get up to check what's going on outside his workplace instead.

Once he left, his expression was one of pure shock but it didn't took long for it to turn into purest smile. He noticed the group you've collected and the emotions you put in singing. Not only that, whole song just put him at ease in just a small moment. So when it ended, he clapped his hands, giving all of you small applause as smile on his face was even more evident.

"That was beautiful. Thank you everyone for surprising me with such an adorable gift."

He made sure to stay polite and thank every single melusine, even inviting them for a drink. Though at the end of the day, his eyes were set on you alone. And when it was just you and him, he made sure to give you a soft kiss, figuring the meaning and effort behind this song by now.

"Thank you for preparing all of that for me. I couldn't ask for better surprise."

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@bleachtheidiot @toyaswif3y - come get your otter judge!

[cat3ch1sm]

🍄🌷🍀~ hey, everyone, welcome to part two of my account masterlist! part one can be found here! i hope this will make it easier to navigate my account as you all have been asking for a masterlist for a while. i wouldn’t be surprised if there needs to be a part three, ngl.. i have way too much time on my hands tbh. anyways everyone say thank you mommy cat3ch1sm for the amazing masterlist because i stayed up till ungodly hours to finish this. thank you.

author’s note after finally finishing this fucking monster- WHAT THE FUCK IM NOT EVEN DONE WITH THIS GODFORSAKEN MASTERLIST. THERES LITERALLY GONNA HAVE TO BE A PART THREE. WHERE IS SALVATION GOD PLEASE😭😭😭😭😭😭 FUCK U GUYS IM NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN/j 😞😞😞😞

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞

light yagami sfw

light and l in frilly dresses

🍀 a rainy day date with ryuk

protective light+ jealous misa

light yagami nsfw

do they eat 😺?

ryuzaki sfw

light and l in frilly dresses

you meet the task force- part 2

giving them a spa day

reader and task force chaos again

ryuzaki nsfw

do they eat 😺?

cockwarming l

misa amane sfw

see other parts of masterlist!

misa amane nsfw

see other parts of masterlist!

near sfw

giving them a spa day

near nsfw

do they eat 😺?

mello sfw

giving them a spa day

mello nsfw

do they eat 😺?

matt sfw

giving them a spa day

matt nsfw

do they eat 😺?

teru mikami sfw

see other parts of masterlist!

teru mikami nsfw

do they eat 😺?

miscellaneous characters featured in other death note works

reader and task force chaos again- soichiro, matsuda, aizawa, watari

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

gon freecss sfw

calling them “pretty”

them with an s/o who smokes

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

killua zoldyck sfw

calling them “pretty”

they find your diary

them with an s/o who smokes

confessing to them

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

kurapika kurta sfw

kurapika x reader angst

waking up beside kurapika

calling them “pretty”

domestic kurapika

cheating on your mid bf with kurapika

they find your diary

them with an s/o who smokes

kurapika visits his mother’s grave

kurapika with an s/o who is equal to him in skill and bravery

confessing to them

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

kurapika kurta nsfw

do they eat 😺?

breeding n degradation with kurapika

rough sex n quick aftercare after a date with kurapika

leorio paladiknight sfw

calling them “pretty”

them with an s/o who smokes

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

leorio paladiknight nsfw

do they eat 😺?

chrollo lucilfer sfw

the adult trio finds out you’re pregnant

random phantom troupe headcanons

calling them “pretty”

you wake up from a nightmare

they find your diary

what they look for in a partner

chrollo with an s/o who sleepwalks

confessing to them

chrollo x sleepy s/o

them x drunk s/o

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

chrollo lucilfer nsfw

going undercover with chrollo- part 2

do they eat 😺?

hisoka morow sfw

the adult trio finds out you’re pregnant

calling them “pretty”

you wake up from a nightmare

what they look for in a partner

you meet hisoka as illumi’s wife

a run-in with hisoka

them x drunk s/o

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

hisoka morow nsfw

do they eat 😺?

illumi zoldyck sfw

the adult trio finds out you’re pregnant

calling them “pretty”

you wake up from a nightmare

what they look for in a partner

you meet hisoka as illumi’s wife

them x drunk s/o

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

illumi zoldyck nsfw

do they eat 😺?

feitan portor sfw

random phantom troupe headcanons

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

feitan portor nsfw

do they eat 😺?

feitan comforts you after a nightmare

miscellaneous characters featured in other hxh works

random phantom troupe headcanons - phantom troupe

do they eat 😺?

overstim with uvogin

vibrator torture with shalnark

trying to ignore machi

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝐬𝐤𝟖 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

reki kyan sfw

see other parts of masterlist!

reki kyan nsfw

see other parts of masterlist!

langa hasegawa sfw

see other parts of masterlist!

langa hasegawa nsfw

see other parts of masterlist!

miya chinen sfw

see other parts of masterlist!

cherry blossom sfw

see other parts of masterlist!

cherry blossom nsfw

see other parts of masterlist!

joe sfw

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joe nsfw

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[pettydollie]

eclipse part two˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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♡ summary: you moved from the sizzling hot arizona to the depressive rainy washington in a small town called forks. it was terribly boring.. until you meet a gorgeous townie and fall in love. but what do you do when your childhood friend interferes with your feelings? ♡ warnings/notes: a matt sturniolo and chris sturniolo love triangle series, cursing, lowercase intended, use of "yn" ♡ wc: 3.3k

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“hi lil!” you coo, bending down to pick up the kitten. she purrs softly at your touch before curling up into your embrace. you cradle her while walking into the living room where charlie’s watching sports on the couch. hearing your footsteps, he turns around with a smile. “hey kiddo, how was school?” you scratch lilith’s head, thinking of how to answer. you could lie, saying that it was great and you were already comfortable. or you could tell the truth and say, “weird. everybody here is weird. either too chatty or plain mean!” but you disregard both options, deciding to dodge the question. “why didn’t you tell chris i came?” you ask with a small smile forming. charlie shrugs, “my bad. guess i just forgot.” but there’s something else that wasn’t said. you don’t question it though; instead spinning around and walking through the kitchen with lilith resting on an open palm. 

the cold, beautiful boy abruptly popped into your head. thumping up the stairs while petting your cat, you start thinking up an apology for him. you creak open your bedroom door, shutting it behind you quietly. lilith meows as you plop down onto the floor, not wanting to lay on your bed in dirty clothes. “i don’t even know how to apologize. i mean, what am i supposed to say??” you mumble out loud, looking into your fur baby’s dark eyes. “i can’t just randomly be like, ‘oh hey. sorry that i was staring at your captivating blue eyes for five minutes like a creep-- i’m not a creep, swear it!’” you lift up lilith as you speak in a silly deep voice, giggling at yourself afterwards while she stares back at you awkwardly. 

you remember charlie has a small keyboard in the hallway, sitting collecting dust. you exhale, plopping your kitty down onto the floor while you stand up and walk out your door, her trailing close behind you. you look down at the keys, gently tracing your fingers along them. lily stands on her hind legs, her front claws pressing against your calf curiously. you grin, picking her up sweetly and resting her on the keyboard’s rack where old sheets of music lay. leaning down, you push the wire into the plug, bringing the instrument to life. you play a few notes, lily shockingly staying still to listen. you softly hum along then stop suddenly. you’d started a small song back home on your grandmother’s piano but never finished it. it almost looked like lilith sighed when you stopped. 

the following day, you’re walking to your first period with a confident mindset. you’re somewhat dreading today, but also excited to attempt to make amends with your lab partner. during lunch, you make your way to jessica and her crowd like yesterday, quickly scanning the room as you sit down. no sign of matt. you look all around the room again. his three siblings were at their table, but he wasn’t with them. so much for making amends. he wasn’t in biology either, and a small part of you hopes you're not the reason he’s absent-- that’d just make you feel ten times worse. always looking for an excuse to go shopping, you decide that to ‘cheer yourself up’, you’ll look around a nearby thrift store after school. feeling a vibration from your purse, you pull out your phone to see a series of messages from your mother.  hi baby, how has everything been? why haven’t you texted me yet? is it raining? tell me everything. hello? yn are you there? you want to roll your eyes and chuckle at her impatience. you quickly type back, keeping your phone low so you don’t get it taken away. hi mom. everything’s good ! i didn’t text you because i didn’t really know what to say lol. of course it’s raining, it’s always raining :( “yn?” you look up to see jessica and her friends staring at you with a confused look. one of them scoots closer to you and looks down at your screen. “oooh, who you texting?” she smirks, annoyingly smacking on her gum. you lock your phone quickly, putting it back inside your bag. “oh, speaking of texting, you should give me your number! we’re all heading to the beach in like two weeks, and you should totally join us.” jess explains, moving her hands around as she speaks. you bite the inside of your cheek. what would you do at the beach? it wouldn't be sunny, that’s for sure. and how far is it anyhow?? there’s definitely no beaches in forks. well, maybe that’ll mean some vitamin d. you don’t ask these questions though. you instead exchange numbers with jessica hurriedly before getting to your next class. 

when you get home, you get a whiff of the delicious smell of steak. you shut the door and make your way to the kitchen. "i didn't know you could cook!" you tease your dad, remembering how there were always sandwiches sitting on the table for dinner when you were little. lily stands on her legs against charlie's ankle like a dog. you grin at your baby before walking over to kiss your dad's cheek in greeting. he chuckles at the joke, "well, a little while before ya came, i decided to teach myself. you're big now, won't eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every few hours."

once the steak was finished, you and charlie sat down at the small round table near a big window, eating silently as rain poured outside. it's a comfortable silence, you're glad he doesn't seem to mind the quietness either. usually your mother would be chatting it up by now, forcing answers out of you about boys (not that you ever liked any of them anyway, but you pretended you did to satisfy her). charlie coughs before resting his fork and knife down. "so how'd ya like school? you make any friends?" there it goes.

you nod, "school's good. easy. i have a few classes with this girl, jessica. she's very bubbly."

he hums a "good" and goes back to eating, deciding that's enough conversation for now. hesitantly, you start up again. "do you happen to know the sturniolo family?" he looks up chewing a mouthful of food. "the doctor's family? yeah, he's a great guy. we go fishin' sometimes." you bite your lip tentatively, wanting more. you play with the food on your plate mindlessly, thinking about how to bring up matthew-- or if you even wanted to. charlie scoots his chair back noisily, standing up with his plate in one hand and his other outstretched to yours. you shake your head politely, "i'm almost finished." he nods, walking to the sink to clean the dishes.

maybe you should forget about the weird situation, focusing on making friends instead. besides, the visit to the beach is in two weeks and you have no idea what you're gonna wear! finishing up dinner, you wash your plate before heading up the stairs, lilith trailing close behind. you drop your purse onto your desk, pulling out your phone as you do so. opening jessica's contact, you send a text asking for more details about the outing. not any more than five minutes later, she sends a response. hey! i totally understand, i'd wanna know where i was going too. and plus you dont even really know us yet. well the whole trip was nate's idea. you remember him right? the boy who's friends with chris? anywayssss, he's driving everyone to la push where he lives. he says the beach there is pretty decent! so bring your bathing suit you send her a thank you before shutting your phone. sitting at the desk, you wonder when chris'll visit. maybe sometime over the weekend. you really hope he does, you remember having so much fun with him as kids. reentering your password, you scroll through your contact list to make sure you don't have his information-- you don't.

before you knew it, the entire week had passed. it was like a blur, repetitive and dull. and you hadn't seen matthew again. over the weekend, you went thrifting like you'd planned. you didn't find much except for a cozy white cashmere sweater and a tiny pack of unopened hello kitty bracelets. you bought both obviously. you also went to the local library. that was disappointing. every bookshelf was so poorly stocked, you didn't even bother to get a card. you'll have to plan a visit to seattle or olympia because you will never be going back to that library.

on monday, a lot of people greeted you unexpectedly. you didn't get embarrassing stares when you walked in the hallway with girly fur boots and earmuffs, topped off with cute little gloves. it was snowing today and everybody was enjoying it far too much. when you were walking to class with nate, he stared at the tiny flakes like they were magic. the cold wind brushed at your red cheeks harshly. you love the snow, you never had any back home. a while ago, you bought all of the clothing you're wearing now just because it was cheap and adorable! your mother said it was a waste of money since you'd never have the chance to wear them, and they'd all end up being sold in a garage sale. you make a mental note to take a picture after school and send it to her.

nate finally breaks his romantic trance to face you. he laughs lightly at your annoyed expression while the wind blows in your face. you giggle with him before pouting. "shuddup." he scans you up and down, a small grin still apparent. "cute outfit by the way. very barbie doll." he compliments with a small hint of teasing. you smile brightly. "why thank you." as you two continue to walk, you notice a group of students throwing wet snow at each other. you move away while scrunching up your nose. nate chuckles and runs off to join them.

later at lunch, you stand on line with jessica and mike who were absolutely drenched in snow. you swipe some off jessica's coat while she picks out her food. you turn to the side for a moment-- just a moment when you see something unordinary out of the corner of your eye. well, someone. matt sturniolo in the flesh. "hellooo? yn, what do you want?" jessica snaps her fingers in your face, breaking your locked stare. you look back at the lunch lady, shaking your head. "um.. actually i'm not hungry." you mutter, leaving your tray and interlocking your arm with jessica's back to the table.

her eyebrows pinch in confusion, turning back at a similar looking nate. "yn, you need to eat lunch." you ignore her, sitting down at your usual seat. you take in a breath to calm yourself. gosh, why're you so anxious? you have nothing to worry about! you didn't do anything wrong... drowning out jessica's complaints and questions, you hide your face from the table, using the person sitting in front of you as a shield. you feel a little silly though. why should you be hiding? you bite the inside of your cheek shyly before moving your head up slightly to catch a glimpse of the group.

matt and madison were laughing with wet snow dripping from their hair. you catch yourself smiling at matt’s joyful face, quickly switching back to a neutral frown when you realize. but aside from the happiness and laughter, he looks different. his skin is less chalky-- maybe flushed from the freezing snow. the dark circles under his eyes are less noticeable too. you ponder while staring like you did the first day you saw them, except this time you’re only looking at matthew.

“yn!! what are you looking at?” jessica asks, turning her head to follow the direction of your eyes. at that exact moment, matt picks up his head to make direct eye contact with you. he doesn’t look harsh or unfriendly, but curious. he stares at you like a piero piccioni song or some sort of divine poetry. you look down shamefully, heat rising to your cheeks. jessica giggles, “matt’s looking at youuu..” she pokes your shoulder. you keep your eyes on the table. “does he look angry?” you whisper, though you meant to speak louder. she raises an eyebrow at this. “no.. why would he?” 

feeling queasy, you fiddle with the pretty rings on your fingers. “i don’t think he likes me very much.” you mutter girlishly, brushing some hair in your face to block your view of him even more. she chuckles irritatingly. “you say that like a 19th-century girl. besides, i think he does, the creep won’t stop staring.” she looks back at him with a stank face, waiting for his gawking to stop. you’re not able to see, but he doesn’t bother to meet jessica’s eyes. he looks at you with some sort of admiration.. it’s odd. it irks the girl, not that she’d admit it. 

you watch jess and her friends eat, buzzing about who slept with who. you ignore the conversation as well as the fluttery butterflies in your stomach at the thought of sitting next to matt again. you hope he stays this way, approachable and gentle looking. you like him better wearing a cheesy smile than a mean snarl. when the time comes, you get to the classroom before him (surprisingly), dusting little flakes off your skirt before they melt. you readjust your earmuffs before you hear the chair next to you creak. you don’t turn to look at him, already feeling apprehensive and shy. “hi,” said a quiet, soft voice. you swallow, looking up at him with doe eyes. he has a gentle, friendly smile on his dazzling face, something you didn’t expect. “i’m matthew sturniolo, i didn’t introduce myself last week. you’re yn swan, right?” you flick your pencil between two fingers while he speaks in a musical tone. you nod meekly, smiling back kindly. 

a box filled with slides is placed in front of you two. your teacher walks down the aisle, leaving boxes on desks while explaining the lab. “the slides in your boxes are out of order. you and your partner will take turns separating the slides of onion root tip cells into the phases of mitosis they represent and label them accordingly. any questions?” you look at the boy next to you, he doesn’t look bothered at all. maybe he’s done this before too. your teacher gave the go, and students begin to decipher the phases. matt lightly taps the pads of his fingers against the table. “ladies first.” he grins so beautifully that you don’t respond. yknow, like an idiot. you grab the first slide, snapping it into place under the microscope before adjusting it to the 40X objective. “prophase,” you state confidently, pulling away from the tool. 

matt raises an eyebrow. he points towards the microscope. “you mind if i look?” you let out an airy “nuh uh” and push it towards him. he looks in, almost immediately agreeing. he switches out the first slide for the second. “anaphase.” he murmurs, writing it down below the first slide. you reach your hand out, locking eyes with him. matt smirks knowingly, sliding it back in front of you. you can’t help but allow the corners of your lips to turn up softly, you’re a naturally smiley person. he watches you examine the slide before taking it out. you both finish the assignment before anyone else. huffing, you grow bored after a minute of being finished. you swivel your head to matt. you notice another subtle difference in his face. his eyes are a different color. “did you get contacts?” you blurt out randomly, clearly not thinking before you did. his eyebrows pinch slightly in confusion. he shakes his head dismissively. 

there’s no way he’s not lying. you vividly remember his dark black eyes glaring at you a week ago. today’s a strange gold. but who has gold eyes? is that even a thing? his hands clench into fists again and you decide not to speak about it again. gosh, what’s his deal? minutes later, your teacher declares that time is up and walks around the room to check everyone’s work. he gives you an matt an A+ of course, you'd never expect anything less. it begins to rain, the water sloshing up the magical snow. “it’s too bad about the snow.” matt talks again, his eyes watching out the water-painted window. his hands are more relaxed, yet still tense. like he’s unsure about you. he moves his glance to you, waiting for a response. you shrug awkwardly, nervousness filling up inside. 

“you don’t like the snow.” he says, but it wasn’t a question. almost as if he were saying it out loud to himself. you sigh through your nose. “i don’t mind the snow. it’s pretty. i just don’t like the wet.” you counter. he smiles, “forks must be a difficult place to live then.” you shrug again. why's he being so nice all of a sudden? 

“may i?” his hand reaches out towards you, his head slightly lowered as his eyes flicker between yours and your hand resting on the tabletop. he wants to see your hand? your lips part, placing your hand into his. the skin is cold and soft causing a small gasp to come out. “sorry.” he whispers with a small chuckle before lifting your hand in his to admire your nails. you wait for him to call the sanrio charms childish or something prude. “i like them,” he says with a sweet smile, letting go of your hand. you don’t answer for a few seconds, taking him in. it’s crazy how just a week ago, he acted as if you were the worst person he’d ever seen. “you’re strange,” you grin sheepishly, the corners of your lips turning up more when he lets out a quiet giggle. a moment passes, and he decides he’d like to keep talking to you. “why’re you here if you don’t like the rain?” 

you have a bad habit of overtalking, though that habit has died down quite a lot since you moved to forks. well it seems like it’s starting up again. “my mom got remarried anddd the new husband plays minor league basketball, so he travels around a lot.. but she missed him a bunch since she wanted to stay with me at home. so i decided to send myself here with my dad, charlie. that way she could be happy with him.” 

he watches you talk with a fascinated expression, but he’s probably just being nice. you finish your explanation with a small look of glumness afterward. damn. you said too much again, and to someone may or may not give a shit. it’s hard to tell with him. he opened his mouth to speak at the same time as the bell rang. he gets up, swings his backpack over his shoulder, and runs out the door like last week. you suck your teeth before collecting your belongings and standing up to walk to P.E with nate. unlike a lot of people here, nate’s a very chill person. he doesn’t open his mouth with every step we take and is an okay person to talk to. 

you told him all about your trouble with any sort of physical activity (to which he chuckled playfully) and luckily, he was on your team today in volleyball. he guarded you the entire time like a loyal dog and won the practice. the class had ended a few minutes ago, and you were now walking out of the locker room into the drizzle. you see your lab partner leaning against his white volvo as you head to your truck. he clenches his fists tightly before noticing you, and sending a small smile your way. 

you make sure to text jessica later that day.  is matt bipolar?

you get a buzz back almost right away. uhh no. why would you think that? no reason

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(𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭!!)

// theme: You are involved with an abusive partner and your childhood best friend Michael Jackson has no clue due to you hiding it, but one day your partner takes it to a different level of abuse. You come to Michael after the incident making him realize he needs to admit his deep feelings for you and show you how you deserve to be treated, like a goddess.//

𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 ⇩

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟﾟ。𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 . . . ❦

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It’s a rainy night, it’s been raining for over six long hours heavily with extreme winds and heavy thunder to match the intense atmosphere. You and your boyfriend of three years have been arguing over his infidelities you found out about due to him nonchalantly admitting to you. This man loves to cause you pain. In his sick mind he feels the more he hurts you the more he can control you. The argument has been going for over three depressing and tear shedding hours. The argument has gotten so serious the unspeakable happens..

“Why would you waste my precious time and pretend that you care if you constantly try to do things to cause me harm?!” You state loudly as you feel constant tears creeping down your cheeks. You are holding a glass in your hand, confused on if you should throw it on the ground in your rooted anger, or throw it at your partner who you now see as the devil himself.

“Well, maybe it’s due to your constant nagging, your constant insecurities, your constant crying- it’s just a lot, and as a man, 𝐈 have needs that you don’t fill.” Your partner says with a menacing and narcissistic smile embracing the pain he has caused you. He looks down at your hand that’s holding your favorite glass, brewing up the next fucked up thing to say to push you. “Won’t you let that silly glass go? It’s almost as idiotic as you look.” He mocks as he stares you deep into your soul to make sure he has stuck you where it hurts the most”

You straighten your posture and your breathing halts as you start to feel a pit of fire in the core of your stomach, you feel your face heat up and shake slightly, you feel your throat burning, and as you feel this build up of emotions, you remember all the times he has verbally abused you over the years. All the name calling, calling you dumb, calling you helpless, calling you overly sensitive even when he knows he has harmed you with his foul words, calling you any name he can imagine. You ponder these thoughts for the spam of ten seconds then remember he has went to a new limit and actually had the nerve to commit infidelity after all the things you put up with. After the final thought in your head, you physically can not hold yourself back and you snap into a hellish rage.

You drop your favorite glass causing it to shatter, you run towards your now enemy and use all your rage that you have built up in your body and push your heated palms into your partners chest as heavy and powerful as an angered bull causing him to fall back into the counter in your kitchen.

This kitchen held many loving memories, and many degrading memories..

You look at your partner on the floor. He is on his knees with his sweaty and heated palms placed firmly on your kitchen floor. He has his head down to where you can not see his facial expression. You know you have pushed him as hard as you could and you finally achieved knocking him down as you remember how many times he’s knocked you down mentally. With teary eyes you scream.

“I will not put up with your lies, your behavior, your ignorance, your lack of sympathy, and your bullshit anymore!” You feel your body shake and heat up more and more as you lean your face down, bend down low, and cock your arms back balling your fists screaming near his head that is still down facing the floor. You can feel the built up profanity and gutted anger escaping your overwhelmed body like vomit. You scream the most gruesome words at the highest pitch you can reach, you cry aggressively while catching breaths between your screams, this feel so painful yet so good for your battered soul.

After you spill out your years of built up frustration, you inhale refreshing air as you need it to calm your very heated and uncomfortable lungs, and exhale the steam from your blood shot red skin and exhausted core from screaming bloody murder. You straighten your back and with a sigh of relief you softly state..

“I am not your doormat anymore. I will not let you take out your insecurities and self control issues on me any longer. You’re a piece of shit and I mean that from my soul.” You slowly turn your direction away from your kneeling partner and slowly walk to your living room, away from the kitchen. You approach couch to grab your jacket as you genuinely need to get away from the house. you take in the silence while hearing a slight tremble in your breathing. You poor girl you it’s time to get away.

you bend over the backside of your couch, grab your jacket that your best friend..𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥..had gave you when you both went to a carnival together two years ago. You stare at the jacket and feel a softness rise over you. you rely on the memory of the friendly carnival date to ease your mind somewhat, you look at the sleeve and see a stain, it’s as clear as day because the sleeves are white. You let out a soft exhale that turns into a soft inner giggle and the corners of your lips rise creating a innocent smile, your best friend always made you feel at home.

Without a care in the world anymore, you put on your jacket with your mind stuck on the fact that you finally stood up for yourself. as you put your second arm in your soft jacket you hear your partner getting off the ground from his kneel because you hear the friction of his pants rubbing as he walks. you assumed he just went back into the shared bedroom you two have, but no. It is much worse..

You quickly grab your keys that was placed beside your jacket on the couch, you quickly turn around and it happens. Your partner leaves the most unexpected and unforgiving slap across your delicate cheek. you in the blink of an eye, fall hard to the ground in a twisting motion and hit the floor, your keys fly across the room hitting a cabinet and it slides back your way in arms reach, you hit the floor very hard because you are a shorter girl so you fall faster, you make a high pitched yelp as you slam into the cold and bare kitchen floor. You are absolutely puzzled and wide eyed and dissociate for a few seconds while scanning the floor in a frantic manner, when your adrenaline slows down after a few seconds of puzzled and frantic movements, you raise your shakey left hand and then your twist it to look at your palm cause you feel a hot tightness the rest of your body didn’t feel..the shattered glass from your once favorite glass has left many small to medium cuts in your hand as well as some glass pieces stuck in your hand, you see blood escaping the cuts onto the hard floor. You stare wide eyes for what feel like an eternity. you realize you are definitely getting out of this house for good.

“My- hand..my hand.” You softly whisper while still wide eyed. You feel your eyes started to water, your lip starting to quiver, and you open your hand wider while staring at the damage you have to your soft and shooken hand. At the speed of light you inhale and let out a deep yet soft and agonizing weep. As you start to weep louder and louder, you place your good palm on the ground and turn your upper body around sort of dragging your lower half with you, you then see your now towering partner with his fists balled, he is looking down at you with nonchalant and half lidded eyes, you both make eye contact and you continue to weep loudly with your hand still shaking and bleeding slowly. You’re absolutely disgusted and feel like throwing up due to your deep crying not being able to catch a breath. you quickly and sloppily get off of the ground by slamming the right hand which is not harmed and pushing yourself up and getting on one leg, you you push yourself up with your one hand and leg now bringing the other leg up so you can stand. You quickly stand but you’re shakey and not stable mentally or physically. As soon as you are in full stance in front of your partner you bend down and grab your keys and make a very fast run for the door and quickly unlock it while continuing to weep as hard as you possibly can.

You manage to unlock this same door faster then ever before, you quickly and smoothly open the door wide pushing it into a slam as it swings all the way back and you run quickly down your four steps in front of your home, you run into the middle of the road now getting soaked due to the heavy rain and somewhat strong winds. You gather your mind and look around making sure nobody is looking at you or is even outside. it’s about ten o’ clock pm and in this neighborhood people aren’t really out of the house at this time.

“Wait! I’m sorry don’t leave. Don’t leave me.” You hear your now most hated person ever yelling this same stupid like at you like he has for the last 3 years. “I’m sorry! I love you, you know I love you! Don’t leave!” these words mean absolutely nothing anymore, nothing can stop you from leaving now, and in a way..he knows it and feels fear in his heart that you now are aware of treatment you won’t accept.

You quickly turn your head to him and in the blink of an eye think ~𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨.~ you take off running to your right direction still weeping and getting drenched from the very heavy and now cold rain, you run and run and run as fast as you’ve ever ran. As you run further and further away form your used to be home you hear your used to be partner continuously yelling to not leave, yet it sounds like and more faint as you run away.

Michael’s home is about 40 minutes from here by car and at least an hour and a half by foot. He has many homes due to him being very wealthy. He will be able to be free from his very very vigorous and difficult schedule for at least a week, you remember from a previous phone call you two had about four days ago. You now notice you have no shoes on, you thought so fast you forgot to take your car to drive there, but you would rather get there by foot then even step foot back around the broken home you once knew. So you just keep running and running into the depressing and miserable night..

𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽

After the long and hour and a half run and walk due to you getting tired of running, you approach see Michael’s home. You poor thing..your hair is extremely soaked, you’re dehydrated from running, walking and crying, your jacket is soaked to the skin, your feet are now sore and dirty, your hand is still bleeding just a bit slower now, and your pants are absolutely soaked as well as bunchy from the severe rain and wind.

You let out a relieved gasp when you see his home, you analyze the windows and it’s still lit up in two rooms so you know for a fact that Michael is awake. Frantically run up to Michael’s front door and and ring his doorbell by slamming your good hand into it while gently crying the tears you have left to cry.

“Michael..Michael it’s me.” You say softly as repeatedly hitting the doorbell button. “Michael! Please open the door I really need you.” You pant these words with the mix of your faint and gentle crying. You see a shadow quickly scan across a lit window and feel a sense of comfort as well as excitement.

“Michael please hurry! I don’t feel good, Michael.” You pant and lean on the casing around the door with your well hand leaving your other hand dangling, it still has glass bits in it and is now swollen. You wait impatiently. ~𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.~ you think to yourself. Then, the most blissful moment of the entire night and day happens.

Michael reaches a closeness to the door and you can family hear him say in his soft voice “I’m coming, I’m coming!” He said this frantically as someone had just came and attacked his doorbell by ringing it over and over again. Michael opens the door gently and slowly as he is somewhat frightened. When he opens it he sees you and he almost gets a word out but then he freezes and his mouth opens halfway with a shocked look, he looks into your eyes, he looks at your wet hair and clothes, he looks at your feet that are shoeless, he then sees your hand. You and Michael then look into each others eyes and he slowly moves closer to you.

“Oh my goodness, oh my goodness what happened to you? Are you okay? Oh my goodness.” Michael says in a soft tone but clearly has concerns in his voice and his eyes. He grabs your arm softly and continues to look at your face. “Angel, you have to talk to me. I want to know what happened to you, please?” He looks into your eyes with genuine concern and passionate care that he has always had for you.

“Me..and my boyfriend we..had an argument and..” you look down for a quick second then you look back up at Michael’s now angered and concerned face and stare. You start to cry a tad bit deeper and slowly bend your knees as you want to just fall on the ground and weep for an eternity.

“No no, it’s okay. No please don’t worry. I understand everything you mean. Come here, angel.” He grabs your jacket and gently pulls you into his embrace and he wraps his warm arms around your back and softly squeezing you. You lay your head on Michael’s chest and wrap your arms around his back as well. You cry on his chest and he slowly starts to rub his soft and wide hands over your wet hair and he bends his head down causing his neck and chin area to perfectly fit the shape of the top of your head.

Michael then let’s you go softly and grabs your well hand while looking at your hurt one with a feeling of sadness and deep empathy. ~𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞~ you think to yourself. He gently tugs your hand and you walk inside as he keeps looking at you up and down in pure disbelief.

You both are in his home and Michael closes his front door. You know the layout of this home because you’ve been here with him before to hangout.

“Angel, go upstairs and sit on my bed and I’ll be up there with a glass of orange juice. Don’t you move after you get to the bed. You just let me take care of you. okay?” He says quietly as he placed his warm and very delicate palm against your cheek, but also the spot your partner has slapped very hard. When he touches your cheek, you jump a little and quickly grab and hold his hand that touched your cheek. Michael’s soft expression that was filled with mainly concern now fills with pure anger that hits his stomach and you see his beautiful face slowly brighten with a red tint.

Michael stares as your cheek and then your fearful eyes. He ever so carefully grabs both your arms firmly and stares down into your eyes as he pulls you closer.

“Angel, did he hit you? Did that jerk hit you?” He says in a stern and very grounded tone. Angel, you have to tell me something- did he hit you? How did you get the hurt hand? Please tell me, I don’t like this one bit.” You realize there is no need to lie and make up an excuse as you already admitted you and your partner had a fight and Michael isn’t an idiot. He also knows what abuse looks like due to his rough childhood when his father used to act aggressively to him and his brothers. Abuse is something Michael understands all too well.

You look down and with a weak and tired tone you answer him. “Yes..yes he did. He..he has been cheating on me and..I confronted him about it and out of my anger I pushed him and since I pushed him he..slapped me and I fell on the floor. There was broken glass on the floor from a glass I dropped before I..pushed him and i fell into it with my hand and..that’s why my hand is..yes.” You look up at Michael and see his furious eyes looking down at you and he lets your arms go. He sighs to let off some steam..

“Go upstairs, angel. You aren’t going back over there. You’re staying here for a while. Don’t worry about anything anymore, okay? I’ll be up in a minute.” You nod and make your way upstairs and Michael heads to his kitchen, you approach his bedroom and get a feeling of calmness and security. Michael is your safe haven, your best friend, sometimes you wonder how you could feel so strongly sure about a man that you trust him one hundred precent, but this is your childhood best friend we are talking about, and as much as his fame has taken off and how much money he has, he has always stayed humble, caring, and very loyal to those in his life. You’re one lucky girl.

You sit on the edge of his bed slowly and replay the horrific events from earlier. You replay ever since moment without missing a single detail. Then you get very into the fact that you finally stood up for yourself and had the guts to even do what you did. You gently lift the corners of your lips while looking at Michael’s bedroom floor, it’s your favorite color adding onto the positive thought in the middle of many negative ones. You patiently wait for him..

“I have orange juice, angel. ” Michael walks in and hums in a soft melody trying to cheer you up as he can’t bear to see you in pain, especially to this extent. He knows how to add light into your life. He extends his arm that’s holding the fresh squeezed orange juice.

Thank you so much, Michael. I know it was hard for you to not drink this orange juice on the way up, huh?” You giggle softly but still somewhat melancholy and grab the glass he had in his hand and you take a sip. It’s even more refreshing since you have been crying for many many minutes previously causing dehydration. “Is this fresh squeezed?” You smile and ask him with curiosity as you never knew him to freshly squeeze it. He always loved to quickly get orange juice so it’s surprising.

“You noticed didn’t you? I wanted the best for you, angel. I’m sure it’s been a long night for you. I just want you to feel special, because you are special..” he giggles, looks down at you and slowly and gently rubs his thumb across your chin. He continues to stare into your eyes, but this time you blush slightly..

“Why are you staring so hard? Hm? Stop being weird!” You giggle louder then you did before and you playfully swat his hand away. “Stop it, Michael.” You sip more of the orange juice, lick your lips after, and look up at Michael.

“You’re still beautiful if you’re wondering. You’ve always been beautiful, angel. I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known, and my eyes meet many when I’m on the road.” Michael smiles at you and scans your body up and down still in disbelief. You blush and look down at the glass and spin it in a nervous manner.

Michael notices and chuckles and huffs drawing your eyes to his. He shows a deep smile exposing his perfect teeth and his perfectly structured cheek bones. You always loved his smile as it makes you feel warm inside nobody’s smile can, your look at the curl that’s hanging in front of his face and then look down and his short sleeved black t-shit that’s slightly fitted tightly onto his body, you also look further down to his comfortable looking pajama pants that’s patterned with different planets.

Michael notices and gets a rose like tint to his cheeks and places his hand on your shoulder. “I am going to run you a warm bath. As you’re in the bath, i am going to take care of that poor hand.” You smile showing your teeth and through a laugh you say “Wow, a bath. Way to try and drive me crazy.” you tease him and drink more of the orange juice he freshly squeezed for you.

“Oh hush, little one. Everyone loves a warm bath, and you don’t even have to lift a finger, I’ll bathe you while you’re in the water. Doesn’t that seem that bad now, hm?” Michael says this with a smirk. “Let me take that, love. Gee, you’re already almost to the bottom of this glass.” Michael teasingly laughs and grabs the glass, turns around and walks to his dresser to put the half empty glass on a coaster.

“Blah blah blah, tease all you want, dum dum.” You look at Michael place the glass on a coaster and walk back up to you. “Well, aren’t you going to carry me there? To the bathroom?..Mr. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?” You are kidding of course as he is not obligated to carry you in your mind. You see him roll his eyes and sigh.

“Angel, did you think I wasn’t going to carry you? Don’t be silly, little one. I’ll do anything under the sun for you. Raise your arms.” You obey Michael’s words and lift your arms up. Michael then walks close to you..very close, bends down and wraps your arms around the back of his neck and his wide and large hands grab your waist, and he quickly stands up pulling you off the bed then very quickly picks you up by gripping the underside of the legs that’s close to your buttocks. This caused you to laugh because he manages to do this quickly and easily.

“When did you get so strong? Huh? Have you been working out, dork?” You tease and twist the curl from his hair around your finger and you look into his eyes as you two are face to face as he holds you mid air. He bites your nose and laughs, “Hey, I’m not a dork, silly. Would a dork have you lifted off the bed so fast, angel?” You suck your teeth and roll your eyes, but that statement made you blush and look away. ~𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲~ you thought. Michael and you share very close eye contact as he holds you up high causing you to lean into him more.

Michael softly bites his bottom lip and grazes his teeth along it until it’s no longer in a bite. You see he is clearly a bit flattered and nervous being this close to your face. You then untwist his curl from his hair off your finger, wrapping your one free arm back around his neck. Michael completely forgot about your injured hand and you did as well. Michael obviously felt tension as he knows how he truly feels about you, you on the other hand also feel a tension, but you aren’t sure how to feel as you know your best friend has always been super charming and super lovable in your eyes. You’ve spent so much time with your abusive partner you forgot what real and genuine love and empathy feels like.

Michael nervously starts a sentence. “Well, let me take you to the bathroom. I have to get you cleaned up and eased.” He says this while looking at your lips. You feel his chest started to beat faster then before. Michael softly groans while still looking at you. This has you confused on why he let a noise like that out of his mouth.

“Michael, what’s wrong? Are you okay? If you’re so worried, I’m alright. I promise I’m okay. I’m just so happy that I have you in my life to fall back on when I need you. I’ve always been very independent, I just ended up with the wrong guy and lost some sparks to me but, I’m still a strong one. No need to worry so much.” You have genuine concern in your voice and you unwrap your arms with your injured hand and you lift his head up by using your index finger.

“Little one, it’s not that. It’s more complicated then you really know. I just hate seeing you in harm, you don’t deserve it at all. You’re such a precious girl. If you were mine, you wouldn’t be in this condition and you wouldn’t ever have to worry about me even fathoming hurting you emotionally or physically. You’re truly a treasure in my life.” Michael slowly is letting his feels out at this point.. “You deserve love the way you give it. “

“You put your all into someone and this is how they repay you. I knew there was a reason to not like that guy. I have no violence in my heart to go after him, but I do want him to feel what you felt tonight.” He softly states looking into your eyes deeper then he ever has, he is really trying to reassure you and get those words drilled into your head.

“Michael, you don’t even understand. I’ve dealt with his mental abuse for three long years. He has never actually went out to physically hurt me. For three years, he tortured me, kept me from my friends, my family, he made me wear clothes that are too warm in the summer because he always said I was looking for attention, and so on. I guess tonight, he snapped.” You softly speak to Michael as you already know he is worried dearly.

This absolutely makes Michael break, he had no idea his best friend and lifelong crush has been a victim for so long. He understood why you hid it, because the abuser was your partner. He can’t hold himself back anymore. He wants to protect you as he views you as his precious jewel.

You and Michael share a long and very intimate stare, you then place your good hand on his cheek, you see his beautiful deep brown eyes start to build up tears. You continue to start feeling his empathy he has for you and it tugs at your heart strings that someone can care so much. You start to tear up slightly yourself.

“Michael..please don’t cry. I can’t take it. Please don’t. I can’t stand to see you cry, especially over me.” You feel tension rising, you won’t admit it but he is starting to get you aroused, you feel a tightness in your stomach. The arousal you feel isn’t out of just being a horny girl most the time, you genuinely feel like Michael would make your body feel the love it desperately needs as well as your broken heart. You want him to make you feel like yourself again, you feel his care deep inside of your gut and realize you spent so much time in a toxic trauma bond with your partner that you never even thought maybe just maybe, Michael is the man you needed all this time. You have been so blind. You know that this is a love that’s unbreakable and that is something you both would do anything to keep. You are also aroused because you have seen the way he has always looked at you and the way he always cared for you through anything you went through. You know deep inside of his mind he has thought about making love to you, and you are feeling that same feeling about him. You both want to take care of each other until the end of time.

“Michael..” you whisper closely to his mouth with half lidded eyes that are full of his deep brown eyes. You feel a longing passionate and extremely strong desire for him in your heart and stomach causing it to curl. “Do you love me?.. Do you wish to make me feel better?.. You do not have to hide your deep desire for me anymore. I want you just as most as you want me.” You don’t hold back your feelings anymore. You forget about everything that happened to you tonight as you and Michael are too deep into this magical trance. You lean closer to his lips with yours almost touching them, you feel his breath as he slightly opens his mouth. His hot but fresh breath against yours as your mouth is slightly open as well. “You can have me in any way you want to now, you can come into me.”

Michael starts panting as you feel his body heat radiating off of his supple flesh. He looks you in the eyes for only a few more seconds until he then in one quick movement places his soft and smooth lips on yours. He embraces every moment of this and his arms start getting weaker with ever second. You take in this warm embrace and you kiss him back as frantically as he is, you both make soft moans in each others mouths continuously kissing each other taking in the taste of each other. Michael stops kissing you quickly which causes a tense silence between both of you before he whispers closely to your lips.

“You’ve always been so perfect for me. I never liked any guy that had your attention more then me, i always wanted to love you the right way, i always wanted to give myself to you since we both started exploring our teen years together as best friends. I desperately need to give this to you, because i love you so much, angel.”

My god, he has not broke eye contact with you yet. This is so overwhelming for you, but you aren’t complaining at 𝐚𝐥𝐥

Michael then walks closer to his bed and softly lies you down on your back and eagerly crawls on top of you with both your legs in between his, his hands are flat beside your head as he looks down at you like his whole life is in your palms. He always dreamed to see you like this, completely in his care away form harms in the world. You both pant and stare into each others eyes. It gets more intimate every time.

You wrap your arms around the back of Michael’s neck and you desperately pull him down to your lips not being able to handle a physical separation. You bring him as close as you can and his arms bend causing him to fall into his forearms with his fists balled as he can’t emotionally handle the amount love and desire he feels in his heart, mind, and gut. As you continuously kiss Michael, you feel his full body weight on top of you, his curly hair hanging in your pretty face, you can see it because you both have very half lidded eyes not being able to close them fully because you both don’t wanna miss the pleasure you’re giving each other. You both continuously kiss each other deeply, swirling your tongues together, biting each others lips, and making saliva drip. You then feel something grinding your pelvic area through your jeans, it makes slight twitches against you, Michael also adds into the pressure by quietly and softly moaning pure ecstasy into your open mouth. You pull your head back and push him gently away with your hands.

You look at him then move your eyes to the crotch of his pajama pants, he is rock solid, he looks down at his growing boner with you as he continues to let out moans and pants of pressure due to his built up in his hard and pulsating cock.

“Are you doing to claim my body with yourself, Michael? So much heated energy in your body you must have.” You smirk and push his head back up to look into his eyes. He is at a loss for words. Hearing his lifelong crush speak to him the way you were speaking to him.

shaking and heavily breathing, Michael dances his eyes back and forth between both of your eyes and whispers to you..

“Can I please take these pants off of you? Please? I need to see what’s under there, little one. I’m begging you.. i 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 you.” Michael then proceeds to place his thumb on your bottom lip, then graze his index finger down to the button on your jeans then starts tugging it.

“Yes, Michael. Take what you know we both need.” You grab his wondering hand and lie it on your sensitive breast rubbing it around slowly as your erect nippele pokes high and stiff. You left the house without a bra so your nipples are more noticeable.

“your nipples are so hard, little one. I want to put them in my mouth. They are definitely aching.” Not being able to wait any longer Michael returns his attention to your desperate aching pussy, he slowly crawls back a little so his face can be close to your zipper and button on your jeans. Michael bites his lip while dancing his brown eyes around the area, he proceeds to back up more until he ands up with his knees on the bedroom floor making him kneel in front on your opened legs. he brings you closer to him in one gentle yet quick and snappy pull on your calf muscles causing you to slide down making your legs open even wider naturally.

“Oh my, you may want to slow down, darling. You may break me in half.” You giggle and look down at Michael’s beautiful face between your legs. ~𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦~ you thought to yourself. Michael then reaches his hands to your button and slowly unbuttons your jeans, this leaves an extremely relieving sensation as your somewhat snug jeans loosen and and let’s your pulsating pussy finally rest from the jeans causing friction on you’re swollen and hot clit, this sensation causes you to let out a soft moan and lean your head back.

“You look so gorgeous, love. I can’t wait to see what I’ve done to you once I get these worthless pants off of you. They are only in the way of me.” Michael says in a very dominant and stern tone, but also very loving and intimate. His words make your dripping wet pulsating pussy throb even harder. You never thought someone could be so desperate to get their hands on you. You buck your hips forward signaling him to please give you some relief on your aching and yearning pussy.

“Michael, take them off. Take them off, please? I don’t want them on anymore. Please make me feel as good as you want to. I’m so desperate.” Your voice is now in a tremble of passion, your breathing is so heavy you could faint, you open your legs even wider slowly losing your control. Michael then unzips your jeans leaving you even more desperate knowing that he is about to expose your filthy and needy body. You feel like a slut begging for someone to expose you like this, but knowing who the person is makes it feel like heaven.

Unzipped and unbuttoned, Michael inhales and exhales into a tremble. “Lift your bottom half, baby.” You obey his commands and lift making it easier for him to take your jeans off. Michael slowly pulls your jeans down by gripping the waist of the jeans with his sweaty and steamy hands, his hands are shaking so much. He could lose his mental right now with how desperate he is to how you how much and how long he has loved you. He tugs and tugs harder as the jeans go down until he eventually yanks them off of your ankles. You naturally close your legs because you get a small flash of shyness.

Michael pauses and places a hand on your inner thigh.. “aht aht, legs open, angel. Don’t get shy on me now. You know you want me to admire your beautiful pussy.”

With a deep breathe, you slowly open your achy and hot legs. You then lift your head back up to look at Michael’s reaction to seeing your exposed and timid pussy for the first time after years of wanting and wanting. Michael opens his mouth and his eyebrows form a pleading expression. He holds your open legs even more by placing both his wide veiny hands on your inner thighs and pushing them apart.

Under his breathe, Michael trembles in his voice.

“fuck, oh my goodness angel. i can’t hold but ask you why you must be so perfect?” Michael licks his lips like a starving canine, his eyes admiring your wet pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second. “I can’t wait anymore.” Michael pulls your calf muscles yet again pulling you closer causing you to let out a yelp of pleasure reaching your peak. You can’t handle his words anymore. Michael is inches away from your dripping wet cunt, it has his name all over it.

In a fast and efficient pace, Michael’s mouth meets your pussy that has been teased and brought to doorstep of heaven. He immediately explores your entire anatomy of your entrance with his hot and drooling tongue. Michael moans into your naughty cunt loudly causing more sensation by vibrating your swollen and pulsating puffy pearl. You arch your back and your head turns to the right as you let out the sluttiest moan you’ve ever made, you also grip Michael’s sheets aggressively as you can’t mentally handle the pleasure this man is giving you.

Michael tightly grips onto your waist and starts tongue fucking you with all his heart into it, he tongues your tight and slick hole very quickly as he brings one hand down slowly to your pelvic bone then takes his thumb and starts rubbing your pleasure filled clit in circles. Taking it all in, you twitch your lower half and plead to Michael with choppy vocals in a pornographic manner with your eyes shut very tightly.

“Yes, keep going. Keep going.” You bite your lip and aggressively let go of your lip into a long and deep moan. You look down at Michael eating your desperate cunt. You gasp as you see his eyes locked right on yours as he groans and laps at your fluids. Suddenly Michael stops.

“Michael..” you softly whimper. your hair looks all rough form the rain that drenched it earlier and the sweat from your hot temperature. “I know, little one. Don’t worry. I’m not close to done with you.” Michael then stands to his full height making you feel more vulnerable feeling. Without a thought, you take your good hand and place two fingers on both of your swollen cunt lips, spreading them open causing it to make a sticky and wet noise. With eye contact between you and Michael you seductively and quietly say..

“Claim me, Michael. Come and claim me as your’s forever. I want to belong to you. Make love to me.” ~𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬? 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐠~ you then smile at Michael. After this thought, you completely leave all your care for your partner and your worries in the past. You know who you belong to.

Michael then groans and keeps the same pleaded eyebrow expression while he slowly pulls his pajama pants down. He keeps pulling them down until they hit the ground. “Take it out, Michael. I need you. I want you to fill me with everything you have.” Michael leans his head back with pleasure from your naughty and desperate words then he quickly but gently pulls his right boxers down. As soon as you see Michael’s cock, all you can think of is the words “𝐎𝐡. 𝐌𝐲. 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐆𝐨𝐝.“..

You see Michael’s cock for the first time. His erect 9 inch cock, it’s thick girth wise too, the tip is leaking strings of precum, his balls look full and round, he is uncircumcised so the skin around his cock covers the bottom half of his large pink tip, the base of the cock is spotted with brown and light spots due to his vitiligo. It makes it more beautiful to you. You gasp and sit up on the edge of his bed.

“Michael, all this time I never would have thought you would have the most..beautiful cock I have ever seen. I want it now. I want you to stuff me to my deepest depth. Michael smiles at you while blushing and breathing hard. “Scoot back to the middle of the bed baby, then open your legs up. I’m going to fill you until you feel it in your belly, little one. You immediately obey by scooting back and opening your legs with desperation as you lay your head back with your eyes still looking forward at Michael’s severely erect and throbbing cock. Michael then climbs on the bed on his knees exposing his thick and erect cock to you closer. His precum won’t stop leaking. This tells you that he is extremely to his limit.

“Are you ready, baby? My cock is ready for you. So is my heart.” Michael looks down at you waiting for him to claim you with a tender and gentle smile. “I’m going to pump you so full baby. My cock can’t handle being separated from your walls anymore.” You eagerly nod and bite your lip staring into Michael’s deep brown half lidded eyes. “Yes, fuck me.” The desperation and tremble in your voice pushes him to be even more sensitive around his tip and his balls. Michael then slowly approaches your entrance with his wet and throbbing tip, holding it at the base, he starts to rub it up and down your swollen and hot cunt that has been producing juices for the past hour ~𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞. 𝐍𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞.~ you and Michael share eye content and both of you hold your mouths open with disbelief of how amazing this feels..

After constant rubbing, you moan loudly.. “stuff it, Michael. Stuff my needy pussy.” Michael in one soft thrust pushes half of his rock solid thick cock inside of your tight and slick walls. It went in so easy due to his dripping wet tip and your soaked hot pussy. Michael stretches out a passionate and gentle moan, yet it is still loud as he bent hold any pleasure back, you follow him with a wide open mouth and your eyes rolled back letting out a long and deep yelp, but it’s high pitched.

“Oh my god, little one. You’re going to make me fill you up already. You make it so hard to hold in.” Michael then pushes the rest of it in until his short pubic hair meets your shaven cunt. This causes Michael to let out the sluttiest and most manly moan you’ve ever heard from a man’s mouth. “That’s it, angel. Take all this cock. Take it.” Your walls tighten around his thick and hard cock, you moan loudly while your eyes roll back and you ball your fists also arching your back. “Yes, Michael. You feel so perfect inside of me. Pound my walls.” You wrap your legs around Michael’s waist pulling him in, he then starts thrusting in and out of you slowly but slamming his pubic hair into your cunt loudly. You two exchange words while moaning and panting and shivering to all hell.

“Do you love me, little one? Hm?”

“Yes, Michael. I love you so much.”

“Do you want to be mine?”

“Yes, Michael. Yes.”

“You will never allow another man to ever stuff this beautiful pussy other then me ever again, yes?”

“I promise, love. I’m all yours.”

These words will forever show the deep rooted commitment between you to. You both will never forget this night.

Michael leans down, putting his whole body weight lightly on you while making sure he is face to face with you in this passionate and loving missionary, still making room for him to thrust into your cunt. The pace of his thrusts speed up. You quickly slam your arms around his neck and he leans his head down closer to your partner moaning lips while looking into your half lidded eyes..

“Oh my goodness, baby. You’re so tight. You’re just hugging my cock like you need it more then anything. Do you need my cock, little one? Huh?” You can’t say anything due to his magical cock thrusting all his built up love for you into your tight small pussy. You just lean your head back and moan frantically and you tremble more and more as he thrusts.

“Yeah, you need my cock alright.” Michael’s moans and smirks while looking at you. “So drunk off of my cock inside of you. You like me slamming my cock into your tight and slick walls don’t you, baby?” Michael thrusts harder and faster. “Answer me, baby. You have to talk to me. You can do it, strong girl.” You take in his praise and bring yourself to desperately and moan out loud.. “I love the way you slam into my pussy with your cock. You feel so good to me, Michael. You please me more then anyone could, love. I promise to god.” You start letting out choppy yelps as his thrusts start to cause your whole body to move along with his rhythm.

“Yeah, baby. Let me hear those beautiful moans.” Michael then takes one hand and grips your chin to make sure your face stays facing his. You lose all shyness you 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 have had and you open your eyes all the way.

After biting your lip, you moan out loud.. “make me cum on your cock, Michael. Make me cum, please? I want to cum on your cock.” you start to pant heavier, you feel your heart rate rise, you feel your face and neck start to heat up, you feel your puffy pussy getting tighter and tighter, you feel a slow tingling in your clit, and you grunt through your teeth very loudly as hard as you can staring into Michael’s deep brown eyes full of ecstasy and greed for your pussy and love.

With heavy moaning and panting, Michael’s moans start raising to a deeper yet higher pitch.

“Oh you’re about to cum aren’t you, baby? Are you close, sweetheart?” You can’t speak, you’re just moaning very loudly and very fast as you match his thrusting rhythm. You however are still staring into his eyes while your mouth hangs open wide. “Comn angel, tell me how good I make you feel. Is my little one about to cum on my cock?” Michael says this while frantically thrusting and slamming into your cunt, releasing his teasing sentence in a choppy manner.

“𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤, im about to cum. Michael, im about to cum.” You arch your back and lean your head back, but Michael quickly pulls your head back down to look into his eyes as you reach climax.

“Aht aht, no. No don’t look away from me, baby. I want to see how hard you cum for me. Such a pretty girl you always were. Cum for me, angel. Be a good girl.” Michael sends shivers down your already arching spine. With heavy moaning from your pretty mouth, Michael gives you around twenty more thrusts until you finally let your orgasm hit.

You curse loudly and arch your back harder, your eyes tightly shut, your eyebrows give off a pleading her frustrated look because you still can’t phantom someone making you 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 cum this hard. Your toes curl hard, you moan so loudly it’s almost a scream, you even turn your head left to right very fast unable to control your body as it now belongs to Michael.

Michael groans deep and loud into the crease of your sweaty neck and bites your tender love spot on your neck. Michael is still thrusting like a maniac into you causing your orgasm to prolong and get stronger. All you can say is 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 over and over again very very loudly at this point, you have no words.

Michael teases you even further. ~𝐆𝐨𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.~

“My turn now, hm angel? Is it my turn to cum? Except I get to fill you full of my 𝐜𝐮𝐦. Ugh, I can’t wait to pump my cum into this tight tight.. 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲.” Michael growls the last word of his sentence while still sounding venerable to you. Michael firmly grabs your chin and hold your head in place making sure you don’t move as he continues to slam into you even harder making a loud slapping noise. You know he is fucking you hard when it sounds as loud as it does and he still has pubic hair left on his groin.

Michael holds your chin tightly and you start to see his eyelids shake and you see him bite his bottom lip. Michael starts to grunt very heavily with his thrusts leaving you yelping just as loudly as before except your orgasm has left, but you still feel just as good as your intense climax.

“I’m about to pump you so full, baby. Tell me you’re mine, little one.”

“I’m all yours, Michael.”

Michael starts to let out more loud moans as well as more high pitched then his manly grunting.

“𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, you ready for me to fill you, baby girl? hm?” You then grip Michael’s hair softly and gently grips it holding your forehead to his. “Cum in me, Michael. Please claim my body with your cum. I want you to cum now.” After your words, Michael’s thrusting becomes more animalistic and he closes his eyes and his mouth lets high pitched moans escape ~𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧.~

“Michael, you look so handsome. Please give me your seed. I need your seed to brew my tight and needy cunt.” You pant, moan, grown, yell, any noise possible as you are no longer in control of your filthy yet pretty mouth and it’s language or sounds. All this time you still manage to hold eye contact with him. The stare makes you pull Michael’s face in for a kiss with your hands, even the hurt one ~𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲~

As you bring Michael in and moan into his mouth as you two kiss passionately and sloppily, suddenly, he yanks his head out of the kiss and leans his head back while moving his hand down to your neck softly gripping it. He lets out the longest moan and you feel his warm solid cock shooting loads into your tight satisfied cunt causing you to moan just as long and loud as Michael.

“𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐡, 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤..” Michael releases all his tension, love, seed, and warmth inside of your needy relaxed pussy. His curse words get louder every time he says it. He slows his thrusting down a lot, but still slams his slow and deep thrusts into you. “Yes, take all of this seed, my little one. Yes.” Michael stops thrusting, takes a deep inhale, then exhales into a deep animalistic grunt, this makes you softly moan..in your head you think ~𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦..𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰..~

You and Michael share a soft look with each other, panting, sweaty, out of breath, satisfied more anything, and full of love in each others gut, and it’s deep. 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩. Michael smiles softly at you..

“My beautiful angel, I just don’t want to pull out yet..I just want to keep all of me inside. You make me so happy. I’ve always wanted to claim you like this, just to make you feel good. You deserve the best, little one. With me, you will never have to shed a tear, feel insecure, or battle any other self issues. I’ll tell you daily how gorgeous you are and how much you matter.” Micheal then raises his bottom half, slowly pulls his now soft cock out of your relaxed pussy, your happy cunt has loosened up. As Micheal pulls out, it finally pops out of you and you softly groan, making it lengthy due to your never ending pleasure. You then try to sit up, but Michael gently halts you from continuing.

“I want to lay with you for a while. I just want to hold you..and admire you. Lie back, little one. I also don’t want you to spill any of my seed from your pretty pussy just yet.” Michael smirks and looks into your eyes the same intimate way that he looked into them for the last however many minutes..

“Michael, you know you don’t own me, right?” You giggle and playfully swat his cheek.

“Oh yeah? This full pussy says otherwise, baby. Last time I recall, I filled this pretty little hole. You know how much I love you, sweet girl.” Michael lies beside you on his king sized bed still facing your direction.

Michael then strokes your hair..

“You belong with me. We just made love because we both feel the same way. I know you are pure at heart so you may feel a little strange becuase- well, angel. Did you tell him before you ran here that you and him were done?” Michael raises an eyebrow and softly smiles”

You shake your head.. “No, I didn’t. I just ran to you to originally just be in your presence to feel sane again. You make me feel sane and safe, as well as deeply loved and special.” You slide closer to him by scooting to the side and you lay a kiss on his lips.

“Well, no need to tell him. He will eventually find out it is over for you two when you don’t come home. Cause you’re too busy here, hm?” Michael and you both giggle and he pulls you on top of him, and proceeds fo kiss your forehead, your cheek that your now 𝐞𝐱 partner has assaulted, then he takes your injured hand and kisses it slowly and gently.

You start to tear up as you feel more loved then you ever felt..

“I’m going to take care of you forever, my love. Even though we have had so much lost time due to your relationship, you have always been my girl. Starting now, i promise to be committed to you as yours, as long as you want the same back, angel.” Michael smiles and winks at you.

“My one true love.” You shed a tear and lay a passionate kiss on Michael before laying on his chest finally feeling that you are where you belong.

𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽

𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃! 😊 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄!

@applehead1988 I definitely know you will love this. ❤︎︎

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𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒

𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⨟ aaron knows how misunderstood and discriminated against people with your condition are, but he doesn't realize how far people's cruel words are capable of going until you show it to him yourself.

𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⨟ the reader has ASD (autism spectrum disorder), also known as 'asperger' but from now on I will use the term 'ASD' so that other people can feel more comfortable, in my country it is still known by the term asperger, so if I ever forgot to make this clarification, I hope you will excuse me. ♡

𝐧/𝐚 ⨟ english is not my native language, an apology for any grammatical or spelling errors.

(the reader has a default name, I do not use y/n).

It was a warm and rainy night, the sound of the drops hitting the windows along with the sound of the TV in the background was the only thing Charlie was paying attention to, she was extremely focused on her things, a few meters away was Aaron sitting in the dining room of his home, in front of him was his work laptop, several papers and folders, and he kept talking on the phone, he was a very busy man indeed.

As Hotchner spoke in his typical authoritative tone of voice, he watched through his work clutter as his partner sat quietly cross-legged on the couch, in front of her on the living room table with several small trains and a large history book on locomotives, occasionally the young woman would look up at the television set that was broadcasting a program on antique car restoration.

Charlie told her many times about her great interest in trains and their history, being an expert on the subject practically, she could talk so much about it that it could border on obsessive, but it was something she could not control, a detail to highlight of her condition was that: People with this disorder tend to develop very specific tastes and often out of the ordinary or of little interest to a person, such as the love of planes, trains, dinosaurs, prehistory, cars and other things.

At that moment thunder struck, catching the girl off guard, she gave a little jump in her place while Aaron didn't even flinch, she turned to see Hotchner laughing at her reaction, he also smiled slightly at her previous action, he thought how funny and sweet she looked to be scared like that, but quickly returned his attention to the call talking firmly.

Charlie watched her partner for a few more seconds, thinking how scary but imposing Aaron looked, she would never have imagined that a man like him would love her, not when she spent most of her life discriminated or ignored by every boy or man, she felt lucky to get a man as protective and caring as the handsome FBI agent a few feet away from her.

After about 15 minutes she finished arranging her little trains in order from biggest to smallest, she concentrated on reading more carefully her book about the most important locomotives that have ever existed in history, she read her book carefully trying to nourish herself with what will catch her attention the most, at that moment Aaron's partner in the bau, Dr. Spencer Reid, came to her mind.

She remembered hearing that this young man had the ability to read 20,000 words per minute, she imagined for a second that he could read that fast, but she thought, could he really enjoy books that fast? She wasn't sure.

After reading for quite a while, she was amazed to see a small but beautiful model of a locomotive, a Class LB&SCR E2 manufactured between 1913 and 1916, she got up excitedly with her book in her hands walking towards Hotch, who was looking at his laptop while still talking on the phone with who knows who.

She stopped next to the older man with a small smile hugging her book with the bookmarked page waiting patiently for him to finish talking, she was again enraptured with Aaron, looking from his dark blue long sleeve shirt to continue with his masculine and attractive features to her sight, and finally his black hair.

The moment he finished speaking, Hotchner leaned back in his chair stretching his arms and legs somewhat wearily, looking at the young woman next to him who looked anxious with her book in her hands.

— What's the matter, Honey? — he asked his partner calmly.

— Look, Aaron — She opened her book, sitting confidently on Hotchner's lap to show him comfortably what she wanted to show him, Esté regained his posture passing his left hand around the young woman's waist listening with absolute attention to everything she said, forgetting about work for a moment.

She began to speak enthusiastically showing him the black and white photo of the locomotive, talking in detail about what she had seen in the book, complemented with her own opinion about what she had seen, Hotch listened interested and amazed by Charlie's ease in retaining the information he liked the most, her excited voice filled his heart.

When he met her she was so withdrawn and shy, under that mask hid an intelligent and talkative woman.

— The new design was considered successful, except that it was discovered that they had an inadequate water supply. Therefore, when a new order was placed for five locomotives, they were delivered extended side tanks — He explained to his partner putting the book still aside continuing with his explanation, absentmindedly running his hand down Aaron's neck.

— But finally delivered between June 1915 and October 1916, ready to be used in the period of initiation of the first world war — Hotchner finished leaving his partner surprised, she looked at him looking speechless confused, action that he quickly perceived — What?

— No, nothing... Just that - He stopped abruptly feeling his heart racing, regretting what he was about to say — Relax, I'll leave you to your work.

He was about to take the book to get up from his partner's lap, but the latter quickly prevented him by holding his chin carefully making sure he looked directly at him.

— Tell me what's wrong — Aaron demanded without sounding threatening or frightening, in his voice there was a touch of patience, understanding and tranquility, just wanting to know what was going on in his partner's head.

He seemed to think about it a bit before answering.

— Well, nobody really pays attention to me when I talk too much — She confessed wanting to lower her gaze, but Hotch's hand didn't allow it — They think I don't notice, but I keep talking just so I can tell someone other than myself.

— Did you think I wasn't paying attention, Charlie? — He asked without losing his stance on the situation, but inside he was surprised that she would think that about him.

— It's just that this is not a subject of your interest, I thought you wouldn't give it any importance — She answered confidently.

— That doesn't matter, whatever you want to tell me I will pay attention to it and I will remember the details if necessary. If it's important to you, it's important to me too — Aaron's quick answer left the girl speechless, feeling silly for a second.

How could she doubt Aaron like that? Believing he was like everyone else, when he absolutely wasn't, his hand slowly removed itself from the older man's neck until it rested next to his other hand in his own lap.

— Are you upset? — She asked, thinking he was probably upset with her for saying that — No, what am I asking? I must have sounded stupid, I'm sorry.

— Don't apologize, Charlie. It's okay — He replied passing his hand to her cheek sympathetically, giving small caresses — I'm not upset.

Despite his affirmation, the young girl still seemed to doubt his answer, she was so transparent with her gestures and even with her physical language that it was impossible for Hotch not to notice her feelings at first sight.

— Whenever you want to talk about anything, you know that I'm all ears only for you — He spoke making her look at him attentively, making a great effort to look him in the eyes — And when I'm not around, Jack will also listen to you, you know he loves to talk to you.

— Yes — Charlie admitted, letting out a little smile — He is really interested in the things around him, in history, one day I even explained to him the meaning of ‘Hey Jude’ and he never stopped staring at me.

Hotch laughed when he heard that last anecdote, he was curious to know what his son would think when his partner explained to him the meaning of The Beatles song.

After a second of silence, it was Charlie herself who removed Aaron's hand from her face.

— I don't want to keep distracting you from your work, I'd better let you get on with it — She spoke with a small smile, although when she saw all the paperwork on the table she felt bad for all the work Aaron had on top of him, and to think that in her office there was more.

She thought Hotchner's work was very interesting and once in a while she asked him a question or two, but he didn't like to talk much about what he saw out there, and she understood that perfectly.

— Give me 10 more minutes and I'll be with you on the couch, OK? — He promised looking attentively at the young woman, who nodded agreeing with his word, she didn't leave without leaving a kiss on Aaron's cheek clutching his book.

He watched her leave and let out a slight smile to himself.

As he sat on the couch he watched his partner again in the distance as he typed away on his laptop with a serious expression, he remembered her words with great attention, as he did so he felt a warm sensation pass through his chest.

It felt so good to be listened to, that among hundreds of seemingly ignorant people, there was one who was willing to give you their undivided attention.

It was simply wonderful.

— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 —

‹ 20. 04. 2023 ›

credits for : @iamcxlleigh

¡Hola, gente! How are you doing? I hope you are doing well! Thank you for reading my writing today, I come back and repeat! That English is not my native language, so I am sorry for any kind of grammar or spelling mistakes.

If you have any request, about something you want me to write, you can write to me and I will see if I will do it. 🤍

calleigh angelo ──── ‘lista maestra’

¡Nos vemos! 🗯️

[mverickz]

[ swings ] blue&day

prompts for playful affection ♡ aceitando !

não era sempre que as duas podiam sair para passear em lugares que não fossem suas casas ou algum hotel, eunhye precisava confessar que era complicado evitar seus toques e carinhos quando sabia que alguém poderia as ver. só que ela amava imaginar que era possível sim fazer coisas que pessoas não famosas faziam casualmente, em alguns momentos ela precisava dessa "normalidade". ainda mais quando internamente ela ainda se mantinha confusa sobre muitas coisas. as duas poderiam realmente ter algo? isso daria certo? teriam um futuro? não sabia, parecia um sonho distante.

foi tirada de seus devaneios quando avistou um balanço no parque, mexendo a cabeça para espantar pensamentos desnecessários nesse momento. ━━ liqin, vamos ali. ━━ apontou, se virando para a chinesa com um sorriso. levou sua mão até a dela discretamente, a puxando consigo para que pudessem se sentar. o brinquedo tinha espaço para duas pessoas então elas podiam ficar ali juntas. esperou que a outra se sentasse primeiro, o fazendo em seguida e mantendo seus dedos entrelaçados ao dela. começou a fazer leves impulsos com seus pés para que se balançassem, o clima naquela tarde estava especialmente gostoso e o vento suave que o brinquedo gerava deixava tudo ainda melhor. olhou ao redor, se certificando de que não havia muitos olhares curiosos ali naquele instante. ━━ ei. ━━ se virou para a garota, seus lábios mexeram algumas vezes, como se ela quisesse dizer algo mas não conseguisse de fato colocar para fora. a coreana riu, negando com a mão livre em um aceno. ━━ você é linda demais. eu amo como seus olhos brilham com o pôr do sol. ━━ falou, com aquele mesmo sorriso bobo nos lábios que ela não conseguia disfarçar.

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If you have requests open is it alright if I could request a jungwoo x top male reader? with the plot based off a verse in a song (if not that's alright!) "Oh yeah, let’s make today our secret Mixed with the rain, our love song is spreading Show me more, your light, all right Stay in me, all night Until the very last moment, stay next to me"

kim jungwoo x male reader

singin' in the rain

cw: top m! reader, bttm jungwoo, cockwarming, passionate sex attempt, fluff attempt, idol au, secret relationship, 3rd person pov, little dialogues.

an: thanks to my bestie @revluvzen for helping me writing this ilysm ♡ and i hope you like this anon, tried to include the lyrics on the fic as much as my mind could.

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everyone knew how good jungwoo and y/n's friendship was, one of the strongest in the idol industry, they are like soulmates but no one knew they were more than that. they have a secret relationship, love filled the air everytime their eyes met and little imaginary hearts float around their heads, they're fools in love. 

it was a rainy night, both lovebirds were on bed kissing each other, showing how much they love each other by just connecting their lips but things escalated quickly, y/n's hands running through jungwoo's silky skin feeling his abs, caressing his waist and every part of his perfect body, "you are so hot, you know that right?" asked y/n, jungwoo laughed "of course, you tell me that everyday dumbo" they kept kissing while discarding all their clothes.

y/n guide jungwoo to straddle him and guide his cock to jungwoo's entrance sliding little by little all his member until he's finally deep inside jungwoo. y/n started to thrust enjoying how jungwoo's ass is so tight, he feels like jungwoo doesn't want to let go of him."c'mon let me hear that pretty voice of yours" demanded y/n while kissing jungwoo's neck, the latter complied filling the room with his moans followed by y/n's. their moans was their love song, showing how much they enjoy being with each other, how much they love each other. jungwoo rode y/n's cock as if there's no tomorrow he wanted to feel y/n inside him wanted to show him how much he wants and loves y/n. 

y/n kissed jungwoo everywhere, whispering sweet nothings to his ear while drilling his partner's ass, never forgetting to tell jungwoo how much he loves him. finally y/n and jungwoo came together on the bottom's chest and abdomen. y/n went to search for wipes to clean jungwoo's body "stay with me, all night.. please" asked jungwoo to y/n who complied sliding his member inside jungwoo then hugging him, being the big spoon, "i'm always gonna be next to you, no matter what love" rold y/n to jungwoo who smiled at him, y/n caressed his check and kissed him. both went to sleep, smiles adorning their faces showing how happy they are being together, it is like they were born to be together, well… they're soulmates after all, ones who have the joy of having found each other in this vast and big world… 

[tightjeansjavi]

Endings Create New Beginnings

Burning in a Hopeless Dream | The Prologue: Part 1

(Joel Miller x f!reader)

A/N: I’m actually amazed with myself for writing this as fast as I did. I wrote this as a reader, but this is the prologue for “Burning in a Hopeless Dream” so this is Joel x Gwen but 100% can be read as a reader as well. These two have truly been living in my head rent free all week. I’m so happy I finally have written a prologue for this story that means so much to me. I’ve hinted at Joel, Tess, and Gwen’s initial meeting, but never truly dived into it till now. I also stated this a couple posts back, but Gwen is canonically bisexual.

Happy reading ♡

~word count: 3.0k~

Summary: after losing your lover, and friends of 5 years, you find yourself running straight into Joel Miller, and his partner, Tess Servopoulos. You don’t know it then, but your life is about to drastically change forever.

Warnings: canon typical violence (briefly described but still graphic) death of reader’s lover and friends, mentions of raiders, lots of internal thoughts, angst, trauma, grief, fear, reader throws a knife at Joel’s face, Tess wants to kill the reader (for obvious reasons) Joel uses a fear tactic to get the reader to trust him, Joel is a little mean, Joel empathizes with the reader but also finds her to be useful, Tess isn’t too happy about it, dark themes, no use of y/n no descriptions of the reader (+18) minors dni!

October, 2017 : 14 years after outbreak day

~Do I speak my truth or do I filter how I feel? ~

You still remember the sound of howling wind whistling against your ears. Rain coming down in torrential downpour. Your vision blurred through the sheet of rain, and salty tears. Blood was pounding in your ears. Heart racing in the cavern of your ribcage. Fear. Fear lingered in every corner. Every crevice. Fear was constant. Fear of the unknown. Fear of tomorrow. Fear of losing the ones you loved most. Killing your parents was hard enough as it was. Their screams, their snarls, still haunt your dreams. The dead look in their cold eyes, glassed over. You still remember the sob you let out when it was all over. Surrounded in a pool of your dead parent’s blood. Crimson, flowing like a river. I’m so sorry. You remember whispering through the thick, neverending silence. Why couldn’t they just tell you that they were infected? Why did they hide it from you? You had no choice. It was you, or them. Survive. Survive. Survive.

Run like hell. Run. Run. Run.

So you did just that. You fucking ran. Far. Far. Far from what had been your home for nearly a decade. You had nothing but a worn backpack on your shoulder, and your knife. The handle was carved with your initials. You had no plan. No strategy. Nothing but the thought of survival in your mind. There was no time to mourn the loss of your parents. No time could be wasted.

You ran and never looked back.

A band of misfits is what you called yourselves. Lost souls. Grief stricken by the cordyceps. 5 friends. 5 human beings that deserved so much more than the world had given them. Five children, forced to grow up. Forced to survive. You were all family. Bonded over your own losses. 5 survivors, 2 unbeknownst lovers.

5 years of friendship. 5 years of love. All ripped away from you one cold, rainy, October morning.

You never experienced love like this, till you met her. It was just a crush, at first. Stolen glances, hidden smiles. Fingers brushing, eye contact, soft breaths. Skin set aflame. You’d do anything to keep her safe. Even if it meant risking your own life, for the sake of her own. How would you feel if you knew that trying to keep her safe would be in vain. Hours before your life as you knew it would drastically change, you were out patrolling with your lover. It happened all so fast. The clicker charged, knocking you to the frost covered grass. Your ears were ringing, pain shot up your spine, wind knocked from your lungs. Your knife was out of your grasp as you screamed. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.

You waited for the inevitable moment for your life to end. It never came. Your lover ripped the clicker from your fallen body, screaming as she tackled the creature to the forest floor. Her own knife buried deep in the jugular. Blood spurting across her face. It happened in a blink of an eye. She was bit. She was bit as the clock ticked. Tick tick tick. She was bit, but reassured you she wasn’t as she offered you her hand, pulling you up gently.

“Are you bit?” You frantically asked her. You hugged her so tightly. The fear of losing her was becoming all too real.

“I’m not bit baby. I promise. I’m not bit.” She lied. Kissing you softly, holding your face gently in her palms. Thumbs lightly brushing your cheekbones, eyes fluttering shut.

You believed her.

The raiders were closing in fast. 20 men. 20 violent men. 20 men with only one thing on their minds. Kill. Kill. Kill. Cordyceps weren’t the only thing to fear in this post apocalyptic world. The biggest fear of them all was man. You were outnumbered with a slim to none chance of surviving. Little weapons, and no plan. No escape, and death on the horizon. You felt like you had let them down. Your friends. You let them down. You let her down.

“Listen to me. You fucking run. You run like hell. Do you hear me? You run, and you don’t look back.” She was holding you by the shoulders, fingers trembling, hands shaking. Her time was running out and you had no fucking clue.

“What? No! NO! I’m not leaving you. I’m not fucking leaving you! I’m not leaving them!” You yelled through the howling wind, using the thick evergreens as cover. You could hear shouting in the distance, gunshots. Screams.

Her fingers tightened their hold around your shoulders. Tears blurred her vision as you quickly began to brush them away. She was studying your face in those last moments together. She wanted to remember every detail of your face. Every last detail. “We’re outnumbered! If you don’t go now, you’ll die! You protected us for this long. You did so well baby. So fucking well. Now, you go before it’s too late!”

“Come with me. Please. Please come with me. I’ll keep you safe. I promised you I'd keep you safe!” Your own tears were blurring your vision. Your fingers trembled along her cheekbones, forehead pressed against hers.

“I’ll only slow you down. I’ll only become a burden. You’ll die if I come with you. I have to give you the best fucking chance you got. I’ll distract them. I’ll keep you safe. You have to let me go. You have to survive, okay?” She wanted to tell you. It was on the tip of her tongue. I'm bit. I’m dead regardless. Bullet to the skull, or torn apart. I’m long fucking gone. She wanted to tell you. She kissed you instead. Crushing her lips against your own. Tasting the mix of your salty tears on her tongue. You held each other close as the wind howled, and the rain pelted down around you.

Her lips soon detached from your own, pushing you away. It sent daggers through your chest as her hands roughly shoved you from her. You were shattered.

“GO! GO NOW! RUN! FUCKING RUN!” She screamed as you scrambled to your feet, boots sloshing in the muddy earth.

She pushed you further, and further away. You took one last look at your first love. One last look, one last goodbye, before you turned on your heel and ran like hell.

Your heart screamed at you to turn back around as you heard her blood curdling scream pierce through the storm. Your feet only carried you faster as the wind whipped through your ears. Bullets whizzed past your head, chipping away at bark along the trees.

Run. Run. Run.

Your lungs were on fire, adrenaline pumping through your veins, blood pounding in your ears. Your muscles were strained, screaming at you to stop. The shouts became distant till they were no longer detectable. You kept running. You didn’t stop. You kept going until you stumbled upon two strangers that would change your life forever.

You didn’t think twice as you threw your knife at the man's face. The blade whizzed through the pounding rain and fierce wind. Your blade struck home. Slicing through the man's brow. The skin was thin, delicate, and easy to cut. He barely registered the knife whizzing past his face. He felt his blood trickling down his brow, and weathered cheek. It happened in a blink of an eye.

I’ll fucking kill you! You remember the woman beside him screaming through the harsh wind. Her gun cocked in your direction. You had no weapon. No plan. No escape. You waited for the moment a bullet would strike through you. You waited for the echoing gunshot. You just hoped death would be quick. You didn’t want to suffer. Please don’t let me suffer.

The bullet never came.

“Are you crazy Joel?! She just tried to fucking kill you, and you want me to spare her?! She threw a knife at your face for fuck sakes!” The woman yelled at him as he demanded her to lower her gun.

“Lower your gun, Tess. Lower your fuckin’ gun!” The man yelled.

Good. They were distracted. Now was your chance to escape. Now was your chance to run till your legs would inevitably give out.

Joel pushed his partner firmly back with his arm. His eyes were locked on hers, brows furrowed. His attention turned to you. He wasn’t sure why his smidge of humanity decided to show up now. Why didn’t he let Tess kill you? You tried to kill him. It would only be fair if she stuck a bullet between your eyes. You looked like you had been through hell. Alone, frightened, and all the more lethal. Determined to survive, no matter what it takes.

You took a few timid steps back. Your eyes were brimmed with fear. This man was going to kill you, you were absolutely certain of it. This was it. You weren’t going to be able to escape. You could try and overpower him, sure. Who were you kidding? This man could snap you like a fucking twig if he wanted.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you.” You heard him say. His arms were held up, showing you that he didn't have any weapons. Showing you that he wasn’t an immediate threat.

You scrambled back when he got too close. Slipping in the muddy grass as you fell to the forest floor. You quickly pushed yourself along your elbows, using the adrenaline you had left to try and escape.

“Hey, listen to me. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Even if I was, you wouldn’t be makin’ it out of here in one piece.” His southern drawl was deep, and his cinnamon brown eyes were warm. You expected them to hold a cold stare on your trembling form. Instead, they held pity? Sorrow? Empathy?

You let out a scream when his boot pressed down on your ankle firmly. He didn’t do it to hurt you. He did it to try and ground you.To stop you from making a fruitless attempt to scramble away. It made you feel like a cornered animal. He thought you had some serious guts to throw a knife at his face like that.

“Get away from me! Get away!” You seethed through your teeth as you tried to free your ankle from under his heavy boot.

“Stop tryin’ to fuckin’ fight me and I won’t kill you, girl. You ain’t got any weapons. Nowhere to run. You won’t make it very far.” The man crouched down to your level, lowering himself on one knee while his boot stayed heavily planted over your ankle.

“Fucking kill me then! Get it over with. You’d be doing me a huge fucking favor if you did.” You let out a choked laugh that sounded more like a strained sob.

“Are you bit? Hurt anywhere? What the hell were you runnin’ like hell from?” The man asked as his eyes locked on yours, brow raised.

“I’m not fucking bit.” You hissed. “Men. I was running from fucking men. A group of raiders. 20 strong, and heavily armed.” Your breath was shaky as your eyes stayed locked on his. Blood was still trickling down from the fresh cut along his brow. The man didn’t seem to care about the open wound. He held the least bit of concern for the blood dripping down his face.

“Raiders? Were you in a group? How many?” He was offering you his hand to take. You refused. You didn’t want his help.

“Five, including myself. They’re all dead.” You deadpanned.

“Lone survivor, huh? Gotta say, you have one hell of an aim darlin.’ You wanna live another day? Take my fuckin’ hand. I’m only gonna offer it once.” The man sternly spoke as he held his outstretched hand to you.

You wearily looked over his shoulder at the woman, who you assumed was his partner. She looked furious. You met his gaze once more. “She wants me dead.” You stated the painful obvious.

“She does.” The man said with a slight nod of confirmation.

“Why won’t you let her just kill me?” It was a fair question to ask.

“Cus’ anyone that’s got the fuckin’ balls to throw a knife at someone’s face like that, deserves to live another day. You didn’t even hesitate. Feel like it would be a waste to let someone with that kinda grit die. I suggest you take my hand. Those raiders are still probably out there, and they’ll do far worse than just kill ya. Trust me, I used to be one. So was she.” He gestured to Tess who was standing close by. “You think they’ll kill you fast? Oh, no. They’ll torture ya first. You’re a pretty thing too, so then they’ll have their way with you. They’ll be rough, unforgiving, and you’ll be on deaths fuckin’ doorstep by the time they’re finished with you. You’ll be beggin’ them to kill you, and they won’t. You’ll suffer if they get a hold of ya. Her and I? We’re not good people. We’ve done bad things, but I ain’t ever put my hands on a woman. I ain’t like them. If you still choose to die, I'll make it quick, painless. You won’t feel a damn thing. Or, you swallow your fuckin’ pride and take my hand. Your choice.” This was Joel’s final offer.

His words weighed deep in your brain. You could choose to not take his hand, run like hell, only to be captured by those monsters that called themselves men. Or, you could take his hand and live another day.

You found yourself reaching for his hand without a second thought. Your clammy palm wrapped around his rough calloused ridden one.

“Atta girl.” He gently helped you to your feet. “I’m Joel, and the woman over there that wants to kill ya? That’s Tess.”

All you could do was meekly nod. You still couldn’t understand why a total fucking stranger was sparing your life.

“You have got to be out of your goddamn mind, Texas. We are not about to fuckin’ take this girl back with us after she tried to fuckin’ kill you.” Tess was shooting daggers at you, arms crossed over her chest.

So, he was from Texas.

“We’re takin’ her with us. Don’t care what you have to say ‘bout it. Ain’t gonna leave her out here to die. Besides, she’s got guts. She might be a good asset for us.” Joel attempted to reason with his partner and spin this in his favor.

Oh, so he was totally doing this for his own benefit. Like you were some pawn..to their operation? Whatever the hell that was.

“Yeah? So when she tries to fuckin’ kill us in our sleep, you gonna still let her live?” Tess scoffed.

“She even attempts to kill one of us, I'll let you kill her. Sound like a good deal to ya? Bullet between the eyes, slit her throat, break her bones. However you wanna do it, but only if she tries to kill us.” Joel wanted to instill fear in you from his threat. He was dead serious. You could tell just from his tone alone. This was no game to play.

“Fine. You hear that, girl? You fuckin’ try anything on us, and i’ll gouge those pretty eyes out of your fuckin’ skull.” Tess sneered.

An unpleasant chill traveled down your spine at her words. You weren’t sure who to be more afraid of. Joel, or Tess.

You averted making eye contact with Tess as you grabbed your knife from the forest floor, tucking it into the holster around your thigh.

“You ever been to a QZ?” Joel asked you as his partner walked ahead of him.

“No. Never been to one.” You adjusted the strap of your backpack along your shoulder, following his lead through the dense cover of evergreens.

“Well, it's a complete shit hole. FEDRA fucks in almost every corner. Word of advice, don’t get yourself thrown into lockup. Anyway, Tess and I are smugglers. We bring in all kinds of shit. Weapons, drugs, supplies. You fuckin’ name it. Risky business, but we’ve grown quite a reputation. No one fucks with us, usually. You’ll earn your keep eventually. I imagine you’ve got a lot more to offer than just a pretty face.”

You wanted to scoff and roll your eyes at his remark. You refrained only due to the fact that you presently owed your life to this man.

“You ever get thrown in lockup?” Your eyes were locked on his back as you trailed behind him.

“Couple times. Got most of those dickheads wrapped ‘round my finger. Helps when you’re bringin’ pills in. Who taught ya how to throw a knife like that?” He glanced over his shoulder at you. He half expected you to run by now. He was pleasantly surprised to see that you hadn’t. Smart girl, he thought to himself.

“I did.” You responded with zero hesitation.

“No kiddin?’ You just picked up a knife one day and threw it? Bullshit. S’alright. You don’t gotta tell me your secrets or nothin.’ I’m pretty good at keepin.’ to myself anyway. Never caught your name though darlin.’

“Yep.” You mumbled.

“Ah. Wanna remain mysterious, huh? Like I said, I ain’t gonna pry. You’re probably a bit shell shocked anyway. We got an apartment in the QZ. It ain’t much, but by the looks of you..probably a hell of a lot better than what you’re used to.”

You were shell shocked. It was written all over your face. You had lost the one person you truly loved, lost your friends, and escaped death twice now. Joel didn’t need to know all of that. He just could see right through your defensive facade, and you fucking hated it.

“S’alright darlin.’ We all got our own skeletons in our closets, and I know a survivor when I see one.” He murmured softly.

What skeletons did Joel have in his closet? You couldn’t help but wonder.

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Quick question, may I request? If not, just ignore this<3

💙Random recommended song💙

I already mentioned this in my latest post but anyway, I did an optional homework and got the best grade and in the beginning I felt lowly about my work but after getting the grade I felt so much better about it and myself too.

The problem is that lately I started to get into writing again but can't find the time suddenly. Aaaaand I wanted to kind of celebrate this (I mean that the teacher seemed to like my poem) even tho it isn't a big deal but feels like it and oh God I feel like a lil child :')

Sooo may I request a Magumi x reader fluff, where the reader and Megumi are just chilling together when the reader get a notification saying she got a good grade and they get so emotional that they try to hold back tears, but Megumi senses the sudden change and ask if they are alright? The reader trying the brush it off that "Oh it's nothing special or worth mentioning, just got the best grade on the optional homework we got. Can't believe the teacher liked my poem..." 'Poem-?' Megumi thinks as he heard the last words. He maybe didn't even have a clue that the reader was into poetry and/or that they wrote any, so by hearing this he wanted to read it, but overthinking a bit, he decided on not asking them, even though maybe he should have. But it's late, he waited till they fell asleep and then quietly got up from bed to go and look for their exercise book and read it. After he read it, he puts the book on the reader's desk or somewhere else, not minding to put it back to it's actual place because he plans on telling them his opinion, how much they likes it as well and je would be interested in seeing more of their work. Maybeeee the reader confesses that they've been into poetry for a time now and shows Megumi all of the poems they've written while telling Meg' why they like some of their poems and why they have a few problems with some, then there's Megumi reading them with intrest. Maybe Megumi having a soft spot for poetry IDK BUT NOW I JUST REALIZED THAT BY WRITING THIS REQUEST I COULD HAVE EASILY JUST WRITE THE FANFIC ALREADY TT My bad :')

Anyway, catching up with your lates Gojo posts soon!

-Megan🩵

Huggie :3🎀

Megumi Fushiguro X Poet /Artistic Reader

Synopsis: Megumi discovers his partner's talent in writing poems.

a/n: Thank you @megan016 for this request, also CONGRATS for getting the best grade, you did great sweetheart and I'm proud of you 💗. Also I can't wait to read more of your poems and the translated ver. Keep it up. I hope you like this little oneshot tho♡.

Check @megan016 poem here ( I liked it and I had to share it, you are so talented 💌 )

As the soft glow of the TV illuminated the room, you sat in your boyfriend's arms, Megumi. Engrossed in the movie that was displayed in front of you. The atmosphere was light, filled with soft hums as Megumi played with your hair. The rainy weather outside, added to the coziness.

Suddenly, you phone chimed with a notification. Curious, you picked it up, unlocking it to reveal a message from your school,

{ Dear Y/N, Congratulations, your poem received the best grade. We appreciate your hard work. }.

Your eyes scanned the words, a wave of joy and surprise washed over you even though it was an optional homework the fact that your poem that came from your creativity, that each line you wrote carried within it a deeper feeling and meaning got a proper appreciation from your teacher was able to bring you to happy tears.

Your heart swelled with happiness while clutching your phone tightly, Megumi sensed how your body tensed between his arms.

"Love, is everything okay?" he asked.

Realizing that you haven't told him yet about your passion for poetry, you tried to hide your excitement and brush it off,

"Oh, y-yes I'm fine! it's nothing, just my poem got the best grade in class! Can't believe my teacher actually liked it hehe.." you chuckled awkwardly, trying to act normal as if you weren't holding back your tears from how delighted and proud you were.

"Poem?!" Thought Megumi to himself "I didn't know she's into poetry"

"But yeah– it's nothing special, not a big deal tho, it was just an optional homework" you added bringing him back to reality

"Oh.. I see you did great love congrats" said Megumi kissing the top of your head.

He senses how you were avoiding talking about your poem, so he respected it and just congratulated you he was completely oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions you were suppressing he thought you really wasn't that excited. Deep down, Megumi couldn't brush away the curiosity that grew inside of him, he was interested in reading books, poems and articles so having a partner that happened to write poems excited him to the core.

As the night proceeded, you dozed off beside him. Closing your eyelids, swimming in Dreamland. Sleeping nice and sound, feeling protected with the warm presence of Megumi. He watched you as you slept next to him, smiling to himself as your whole hand cutely held his index finger. Your hand size difference has always brought a smile on his face.

Suddenly, his eyes widened when he remembered about the poem, his eyes scanned the room and finally fell on your exercise book that was innocently put on your desk. Too intrigued by the unexpected revelation of your poetic talent, he couldn't resist the urge to delve into your world of words.

Trying to not disturb your beauty slumber he tiptoed to your desk, gently opening the book , carefully flipping the pages until he found your poem of 14 stanzas.

He was too excited to read it, to read between the lines and analyze the deeper meaning it held. Line after line, he found himself utterly captivated by the beauty of your expressions, the smart choice of words, adjectives and the Poetic elegance that adorned your stanzas. It left him completely speechless, realizing that the love of his life is indeed talented and creative.

"And she said it's not a big deal??" he muttered to himself as his eyes shifted back on your sleeping figure.

He wanted to flip the pages to read more of your writings, to check your other copy books but he resisted that urge, respecting your privacy and deciding to wait till morning to ask you properly about your passion for poetry.

He laid down next to you, eager for tomorrow to discuss with you what now happened to be a mutual passion; while you were interested in writing poems, Megumi was interested in reading, them showing that both of you complete each other.

His arms pulled you closer to his body holding you,

"I'm proud of you my love" he said before dozing off.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, your eyelids fluttered into consciousness. Megumi was already awake, laying on his back, one arm behind his head as his eyes were fixated on the ceiling. As he felt you shifting beside him his gaze turned to you, greeting you with a warm smile.

"Hey sleepyhead, want to tell me about those poems of yours? I had no idea you're poetic genius!!" he exclaimed softly,

You were still half awake, taken by surprise you quickly got into a sitting position,

"You read them??" you asked.

"Not all of them!! only that one in your exercise book! Now I know why it got the best grade" he said enthusiastically.

It was rare for you to see Megumi full of energy early in the morning, so you couldn't help but smile from how much he was interested in your poems. Encouraged by his genuine reaction you started to open up, confessing that you've been into poetry for a while now.

"So? want to show me the rest?" he asked.

Without saying anything, you jumped out of bed. The cold floor touching your bare feet sent shivers down your spine. You quickly grabbed your notebooks and ran back to bed, getting under the warm blanket next to Megumi again, you got closer to him.

"Here they are" you said with a smile.

Anticipating his reactions every time he read one of your poems, the way he read the lines you wrote with passion and care warmed your heart, as if what you write was meant for him to read. The curious expressions drawn on his face whenever he tried to guess the real meaning of your words made you giggle.

After reading most of your poems he engulfed you into a big hug,

"Those poems are amazing Y/n!! I can't wait for more from you. So tell me what inspires you the most? what is your motivation?" he asked too immersed to know more.

A blush painted your cheeks and with a shy smile you answered "Y-you! You do inspire some verses"

"Guess I'm a muse now" he teased playfully trying to hide the fact that he got shy as well.

"Exactly" you giggled.

"What are the difficulties you face while writing though?"

"Most of the time me trying to channel my feelings into words, sometimes certain feelings that I want to write about can't be described by simple words so that's quite a challenge and it takes a lot of effort or sometimes I struggle with motivation even though I do have a lot of accumulated ideas that are waiting to be written" you explained.

You spent the morning cuddled up in your soft bed, sharing ideas and soft random kisses every now and then, exchanging soft touches. Sitting between Megumi's legs as he held your notebooks and continued to loudly read the rest of your poems.

"I love this one Y/n !! Wait is it about us??"

Megumi was too happy to be in that specific moment with you; the moment that definitely inspired you to write another poem that will carry those feelings between both of you forever.

[1donoow]

CONTENT CREATOR FANFICS REC PT.2

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Corpse husband

Tommyinnit

technoblade

- DSMP reacting to you actually being rich

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@beeindaclouds - Things you do that they love pt.1 pt.2

- DSMP reacting to Reader with a high spice tolerance

- C!DSMP meet OWL!Reader, right-hand of Lady Death

- Children!DSMP reacting to Babysitter!Reader having a partner

- Crew Boys reacting to you "saving" their basket ball

- dsmp with rich!reader

- C!DSMP react to Reader switching during a fight

- C!DSMP w/ a Vampire!Reader

@dsmpxreaderstuff - reader gifting the dsmp flower

- sassy! reader

- Reader who's always wearing gloves

- your highness

@ruminationnn - nickname for you

@rae-writes - sbi finding out techno has a daughter

@basilly - kissing their nose

@astrologyslayy - what the dsmp would do when crushing on you

- their reactions when they watch you draw

@god-of-balance - ___(hybrid creeper!reader)

@krabs-quill - old phantom phriend

@brightert0mb - Syndicate Gang with a Glare/Allay/Copper Golem!Reader Headcannons

@ruminationnn - a random hug from the reader headcanons

@angel-anoetic - killer cutie (killer bunny!reader)

@cupidmybeloved - ice skating (platonic)

- knitting (sbi x sibling!reader)

@voidgonemissing - a gentle rainy day (platonic)

@helliontherapscallion - sbi sibling deer hybrid!reader

@ramzawrites - strike me down,Zeus! (creeper hybrid!reader)

@retroaria - comparing hand sizes

@modelbus - face id

@thabeeboii - (Y/N) loves hugging people randomly pt.2

@streaming-yn - p! cc! multiple x shy! y/n

- forgetful!y/n duo names

- forgetful!y/n interacting with other streamer

@myntrose - face reveal pog?

@quackarl - mcyt having a crush

@griffintail - just another day (sbi x winged!child reader)

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corpse husband

@sarahwasfound - fuckin' hot

@thefanficmonster - the doll

@bunnvlr - Mama's boy

@malleux - spell

@whiteqnn - pure 2

@quits-writing - being corpse husband's s/o hc

@castor--writes - corpse finding out you have a bingus cat baby

@rottenroyalebooks - my girlfriend is a witch

@dollsbite - corpse with a pink-obsessed s/o

@kbrownie - leaked

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tommyinnit

@isadora-larkspur - tommy with shorter reader

@ohlovejoy - reacting to his beard

- the jitters (mute!reader)

@julibeeline - tommy and wilbur accidentally revealing their relationship

@sanderchu - breakfast made with love

- ylyl vlog

@modelbus - beguiled in the background

- cute cat

@bingbongsupremacy - little intruder (toddler!reader)

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Technoblade

@ze-maki-nin - child in the snow

@milqueandsugar - ___

@beeindaclouds - having c!technoblade as your dad

@fandomlit - imagine technoblade being jealous of the attention you give tommy

@smelted-applejuice - ___ (techo's daughter)

- ___ (wither skeleton!reader)

@beelzebubaz - techno seeing you in his clothes

[choccyhearts]

Beef // Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: I am in need of fluff so badly rn :(( so here is something self-indulgent

CW: G/N!reader, lots of talk about eating, reader is a vegetarian, Eddie is huge simp, fluff, italics are Eddie's thoughts

Summary: Eddie takes you on a date but forgets one detail about you

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Eddie Munson is a sweet guy -- really, he is. Sure he's excitable and eccentric, and he loves teasing the hell out of his friends, but he cares for and loves them at the end of the day. When he gets into a relationship, he does his best to make everything perfect, he wants his partner to love him back and know that they can rely on him to keep them safe and happy.

So, getting a date with you sent him over the moon. The leader of Hellfire was enchanted the day you joined the club, and your skills and intelligence drew him in more. After weeks of sweet talking you and slowly showing his soft and caring side, he was able to open up to you and ask you to go on a date.

Eddie knows a lot about you -- your favorite bands, names of pets you've had throughout your life, what your go to rainy day movie is -- but there is one thing he somehow never picked up on.

You're a vegetarian.

It's just never come up in conversation. During lunch, you have always brought your own meals and Eddie couldn't blame you from steering clear of the cafeteria food. You eat chips and cookies at the club meetings, and you eat pizza during celebrations. Only cheese pizza? Well, not everyone trusts sausage or pepperoni, so no big deal.

Tonight, Eddie has your whole date planned. It's something casual, lowkey. Just a night to see how compatible you two are and it's the opportunity for Eddie to show you how smooth and romantic he can be.

He picks you up and he's stunned by how amazing you look. You two sit in the front of his van and start chatting as he takes you to your destination -- a diner famous for it's endless burger options. It's perfect! -- he thinks. Enough options to cater to you! (Plus, not too pricey...)

After he parks, he leaps out and races around the van to open your door for you. You giggle and take his hand to hop out. You continue holding hands as you walk into the restaurant.

You sit down and look over the menu. Yep, allllll burgers, except one grilled cheese at the very bottom. That's okay, you like grilled cheese. Plus, you'll have fries too, so not a bad meal.

You both order sodas and continue having your conversation. He really loves talking to you, hearing your point of view and he loves that you aren't afraid to challenge his opinions -- though, they're usually silly ones, like which Friday or Nightmare film is the best, or which actors would be best cast if they ever turned The Hobbit into a movie.

He also loves looking at you. The way you style your hair, the jewelry you wear, your outfit. The way your eyes shine when you smile and start to water when he makes you laugh extremely hard. This date is going so well already and you haven't even orde-

"Are you both ready to order?", the waitress asks.

Eddie answers first, "Uh, yeah, I'll have the classic cheeseburger with no onions -- I think ahead", he winks at you. "And fries."

The waitress then looks at you as you smile up at her.

"I'll have the grilled cheese and fries too." You both hand her your menus as Eddie looks at you puzzled. His eyes are squinted and he has a line between his furrowed brows.

"That's all?", he asks.

"Yeah, nothing really piqued my interest", you say before taking a sip of your soda.

"Really? I mean there's at least 25 different types of burgers."

You bite your straw as you grin widely.

"Well, I don't eat burgers. You know that, right?"

Did he know that? He shifts eyes around, digging through the filing cabinet in his brain. Did you not eat red meat? Did you even eat meat at all??

"Eddie", you giggle. You set your hand on his and he looks back at you. "I'm a vegetarian. I thought you knew that!"

His eyes widen. Oh no, he didn't. How did he not know? He knows so much about you, how did this thing slip his mind? Is he not observant enough? Is this date already turning into a sinking ship? Are you going to leave? Are you gonna tell all of the guys-?

"Eddie." You shake his hand and bring him back to you. "It's okay, really. I guess I never told you, it's just not a big secret. I didn't even think about it."

He looks at your face. There is not hint of anger or sadness, no, you look amused.

"How did I not know?"

"Like I said, I guess I never told you. But I mean, I only eat cheese pizza, and I always bring my lunch. That time Mike had a barbecue, I only ate the side dishes."

That is true. He just figured you didn't trust Mr. Wheeler, which is totally understandable.

"Wow, I guess I'm just not observant", he chuckles softly. "If you want, we can go somewhere else?"

"No, no, no, I already have my heart set on that grilled cheese", you smile and run your thumb back and forth against his hand. "Besides, I was hoping we'd share a milkshake at the end."

He beams at you. "One milkshake, two straws", he'd say. He'd always wanted to say that.

"Well, then, now that I have this information, fair lady", he says in his dungeon master voice. "I will be able to showcase one of my secret skills."

You raise your eyebrow.

"Cooking." You giggle as he starts to defend himself, already asking you for another date to prove himself.