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[alexablissmark]

I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write a Hook fic where reader comforts him after the betrayal from Jack?

comforting hook <3 (and thank you for the compliment!)

*g/n reader but an explicit mention of Hook outweighing reader

it was a rough night for Hook. not only did he get back stabbed by one of his closest friends, he was sitting on a backstage storage crate looking like a total loser. after Jack's betrayal, Hook didn't really have any friends, at least not the way he used too. Team Taz ended long ago, Dan got injured, dad was always busy, y/n had other friends, and Jack... well, you know. Hook had nobody anymore, not that he minded, but god was it nice to have a friend, someone who you could really trust. someone who could empathize with him, and goddammit, someone who could give him a ride back to the damn hotel!

as countless backstage staff and talent walked by, no one even looked in his direction, almost as if they were actively avoiding him. wow, how pathetic.

Hook zoned out for bit while a few tears formed. but then he was pulled back into reality.

"hello? earth to Hook?" a soft voice said.

Hook snapped out of his small trance and looked at you. you looked in his eyes and noticed the tears starting to well-up. you sat next to him on the crate.

"you doing okay?" you asked.

"yea," he said while sniffling the tears so you couldn't see them.

you touched him on the arm.

"Hook...listen," you started, "i know how it feels, and i understand you probably don't even want to be around people right now, but i can't just let you go through what i did..."

you too, had been turned on by your former tag partner. god, what an awful night that was. you couldn't bear to see a friend go through that too! especially not one you had been chasing for the better part of a year!

he didn't say anything.

"look, how about we go back to my hotel room? didn't you guys share a room?" you asked.

"yea," he said.

"and your dad isn't here tonight, is he?

"nah," Hook replied.

"okay. get your stuff," you said.

"k."

when you were driving back, it really started to dawn on you how little Hook actually talks. maybe that's what made you two such good friends, he prefers to listen to you ramble, while occasionally looking at you where he probably shouldn't, and you talk about the latest drama or cute thing your cat did. but once you got into the hotel room, the narrative flipped.

you listened to Hook for what seemed like hours, talking about how much Jack had hurt him. how lonely he felt on those crates. how he felt like nothing but a burden to those around him in those moments.

but he also said how much he appreciates you, and how much your friendship means to him. that's when you swear you saw some tears falling down his cheeks, but he was quick to wipe them away. he said he's glad to have you as a friend, and if you were to be his only friend, he wouldn't particularly mind that. it's a risk to trust people after all.

and then Hook did something completely out of character.

he hugged you.

you were kinda shocked at first, but quickly embraced him in your arms as he buried his head into your shoulder, and you moved your hand up to his head to comb through his hair.

"thank you," he whispered. "thank you for being here for me."

"anytime," you said. "let's go to bed."

"like this?" he asked.

"yeah, like this."

it was a pain to move him off you the next morning. Hook's arms were around you tight and him outweighing you did not help. eventually, you did wake up early to surprise him with some Doritos. when you gave it to him, he smiled a wide, genuine smile.

he thought about kissing you, but he didn't. and you'd be lying if you said you weren't thinking the same thing.

"next time for sure though," Hook thought.

hope u liked! felt like taking a more angsty route idk

[midnightramblrs]

“Do you have to go?” Your dresser drawer closes with a clang and you finish tying the strings on your pyjama pants in a neat bow. Eddie sits at the end of your bed to put his shoes on, his feet clad in pink striped socks you bought him from the mall. He wears them so religiously that there’s a hole by the heel. “It’s Saturday.”

“Promised my uncle I’d be back.” He shoves his foot into his shoe and adjusts his jeans over them with care. While he’s usually relaxed about Eddie’s unknown whereabouts, now and again he likes to actually come home at a reasonable hour to reassure him he’s alive and out of trouble.

You jut your bottom lip out in an attempt to sulk, which you both know won’t last very long. There are some people you just can’t stay mad at and Eddie’s one of them. “Okay.”

Once he’s put his other shoe on he leans over to your stuffed animals, all leaning against each other in a pile up at the bottom of your bed. “Look after her for me Mr. Bunny.” He picks up the white fluffy rabbit with big wide ears that you won at a fair when you were little, a patch of fabric sewn into the back of his shoulder where your friend's dog chewed him up. “She’s very precious.”

“Eddie.” You pull back your covers and sit with them bunched around your knees.

“She likes one kiss on her forehead before she goes to sleep,” Eddie moves the rabbit's head around like he’s replying, pausing for a second as if to wait for your giggle which comes on queue. “And everything else is my job, okay?” Eddie makes him nod before placing him back where he was, adjusting his ears so they face the right way and patting him on the head as he gets up.

“You’re ridiculous.” You reach your arm up to place your hand on the back of his neck, planting a kiss on the middle of his nose and then on his lips as a goodbye. Although you know he’s going to greet you in the morning with a carton of apple juice and a hug so tight it could crush your bones, you still feel an ache in your chest at the idea of him leaving.

“Bye you two.” Eddie gets up to stand in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame. He points his index finger towards the mass of stuffed animals in the corner. “Be good.”

“No, you!” You call back as you hear his feet tap against the wood of the stairs. As you fluff up your pillows and rest your cheek against the fabric there’s the muffled sound of your mother and Eddie talking in the kitchen. Quickly, and as if you had forgotten and wanted to cram it in, you yell out. “Goodnight, Eddie!”

[it9chi]

ex boyfriend!itadori 

a bitter ex right off the bat. doesnt matter if you two broke it off in good terms he WILL be bitter for a while (only for a while tho) 

you were probably his first love that’s why he’s so hurt that you two broke up 😔

immediately cleans his room/place up in case there’s still remains of you lingering around and he doesn’t want that shit around

probably gets megumi or nobara to return your clothes you’ve left and some personal belongings like your toothbrush and shit like that

also!! expect him to pull up at your place first thing in the morning after your break up to get his clothes that you kept... 

as much as it hurts his ego, he WILL block you on social media during the first few weeks lmfao since the wound is still fresh not even ieri can fix him up

just for his own good tbh . if it helps him heal then let him 

then proceeds to post a really obvious quote on twitter or instagram about being broken hearted or going through a breakup n shit. the worst he could do is post a black screen on his stories with the caption “no one hmu” or some kind of corny sad caption 🥶💯

if you two ever bump into each other in public, best believe he’s gonna pretend you two don’t even know each other 💔

BUT !!! if he sees someone harassing you or wtv, he still won’t hesitate to step in but that’s just it. no more walking you home after that. just a simple, “are you alright?” and when you nod, he just leaves #pain

you won’t hear from him for a while but when he comes back out from his little bubble, there would be a noticeable change about him

he’s still the same goofy yuuji we know but he’s more guarded w his heart yk?? 

moral of the story, please don’t break his heart </3 

[poorguysheadcanon]

y’all this is gonna be straight garbage cuz im half asleep but like,, so in legally blonde the musical elle stays at harvard for thanksgiving and christmas to study with emmett right?? emmett 1000000% percent invited her over for both holidays. like all i can see right now is him calling his mom and asking if it was okay if he brought elle home for thanksgiving and his mom just gets so! excited! because emmetts never brought a girl home before,, and emmett literally spends the whole time explaining that they’re not together but his mom sees through him and knows that they’ll be together eventually. and like !!!! elle’s first white christmas!!! she wakes emmett up super early (she stayed in the guest room) and drags him outside because she was so amazed. like she feels like she’s in a Christmas movie. and of course she has emmett take pictures of her so that she can show her family and delta nu sisters,, emmett pretended to be annoyed but literally nothing could have wiped the smile from his face. and next year, she stays with the forrest’s again, now as emmetts girlfriend and emmett’s mom just adores elle wowowow my heart

[midnights-wish]

ramble.

i just watched a video about women who are essentially proud of beins sidechicks; it was about some sorta 'weekend' trend (the video itself is from 2 months ago, so i'm a little late to finding out about this trend, has something to do with some song someone wrote about being a sidechick & now those women are kinda proudly labelling themselves as such). & i've been thinking about something related to this for about a year now every now and again which i will come to in a moment, but i guess that video just makes me want to ramble a little about this topic. it is a situation i fear to some extend, after all.

either way, for one i don't understand why someone would cheat, ofc. i mean, i know of the reasons typically given, but i think it's immature to do that rather than talk to your partner about the things that bother you or to leave the relationship before meeting someone new. i also don't understand why you would want to be a sidechick (this isn't about women who don't know they're sidechicks, same it isn't about men who're side..guys? is that what men in that situation are referred to?- it is about people who know that the person they are the sidepiece of is in a relationship & continue even so). i mean there were reasons named in the video but i still don't get it- sounded to me more like they didn't respect themselves or the wife the man is actually supposed to be with to me. i do try to understand all those reasons too, ofc. i'm not meaning to be harsh on cheaters; we're all just victims to our experiences, after all, & everyone makes mistakes. but i feel cheating, or participating in such an affair, is one of those mistakes that are done purposefully. you don't go & accidentally cheat on your spouse every day after all. so i do view this as a serious mistake, while still trying to acknowledge that we all are just humans.

i just kinda don't know. i mean, ofc i am aware cheating happens, & that it happens more than anyone would like it to be real, but i just kinda always thought it wouldn't be a logical thing to happen to me. which it hasn't, ofc, not that there has ever been an opportunity for someone to cheat on me since i've never done more than date occasionally anyway (which sometimes makes me wonder if there's something wrong with me, but that's a whole different can of worms that i hope will resolve by itself), but i don't like to find out that the chance that something like that happens is higher than i would have thought up until a year ago; my former store manager ended up quitting last year because people found out he had an affair with one of our colleagues (he didn't have to quit, but i think he was embarrassed. & i remember being totally flabberghasted by it 'cause not only did he have an incredibly kind & patient personality & was a bit of a teddy overall, he also had a wife who he would speak of often, & always give her the highest praises & say that he couldn't have married any better. & since then i just keep thinking how scary of a situation it is to be in to have a guy who apparently is head over heels for you, to feel wanted, only to find out he cheated on you & that it was all untrue (ofc this can be the other way too, i'm just viewing it through that lense here since that is the situation i witnessed & since that is also the lense the video i watched viewed it from). i mean, generally i think i'm a pretty secure person, & i generally trust people around myself to not hurt me, or others around them for that matter. but since i found this out about my ex-store manager my mind likes to cycle back to this; i can be quite naive, so i think having a situation liket that happen so close to me for once kinda affected my general worldview of 'most people are good', when even someone i perceived as 'good' until then does something like that. i think that's also proven by the fact that i've kept thinking about this every now & again since almost a year now & still don't know what to think about it or whether i have to change how i view things & relationships because of it. i think it's fair to say that it is a small worry now- one that i do realize is irrational though, so i'm more annoyed at myself than anything whenever it pops up. i dunno. still don't know how to think of all this. the video i watched earlier wasn't of help either, & that's why i'm writing all this i guess. if anything it just opened this topic for me again, just also from the lense of 'why is it treated like it is something that can be normal now, why do they act like it is something to be proud of?'.

i wonder how my former store manager felt during the affair. he really seemed kind, so i do hope he felt bad whenever he got home from seeing the collegue. i don't think my collegue felt bad- i forgot to mention, she is married too & has children as well, but i don't really feel like discussing it from her side 'cause she wasn't that nice of a person. i wasn't that surprised about finding out she was a cheater & had said affair, but given my store managers personality & the way he talked about his wife i was very shocked to find out he did such a thing. so i do wonder what went on in his head in that time; if he meant what he said about his wife, if he was 'man enough' to come clean to her too & not to just hide it from her the way he hid when things came out by quitting. i do wonder if his wife knows, or is she's still in the shadows, if they are even still married. i hope for her that they aren't; i know that if she found out it must have hurt immensely, but she does deserve someone who is actually true to her. i hope she got a new beginning where finding someone like that is possible for her. from what he told about her, she does seem like a very nice woman. i don't like thinking about this topic anymore than this, so i'll leave it here, though i still have quite a few thoughts about it. i'm gonna go make myself a hot chocolate now.

[fovndloves]

     ENZO GRAHAM ( cis male, he/him, cody christian ) is TWENTY-SIX and a WRITER from VERONA. they are known as THE ISOLATO because they are STEADFAST, but if things kick off, they can be a bit JUDGEMENTAL. they’re BISEXUAL and describe their type as CREATIVE. from their time in the villa, they’re hoping to find FAME. ( sticky notes left everywhere, dry eyes from staring at your computer screen for hours, & angrily crumbled pieces of paper )

     played by: bonnie, 22, est, she/her

OVERVIEW ; 

name: enzo carmine graham

nickname(s): none because he has -3 friends

birthdate: november 8th, 1995

age: twenty-six

occupation: writer ( derogatory )

major(s): english ( b.a ) from nyu & creative writing ( m.f.a. ) from some pretentious british school that i haven’t found yet

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual

IN DEPTH ; 

birth place: verona, italy

zodiac: scorpio 

current location: love island baby

known languages: italian, english, french, spanish

family: carmen graham ( mother ), dario valentino ( father )

PHYSICAL ;

face claim: cody christian

height: 5′8″ ( short king tingz ) 

hair color: dark brown

eye color: hazel

tattoos: he has a few here and there but not too many, mostly on his arms and one on his chest 

PERSONALITY ; 

in a nutshell: the most pretentious man i have ever met. thinks he’s better than everyone because he’s an artist. will never let a single person in ( so obviously this is going to go amazing ). uses things as means to an end without much thought to who it can hurt. 

positive: steadfast, ambitious, creative

negative: judgemental, pretentious, bitter

character parallels: charlie lastra ( book lovers ), andrew paxton ( the proposal ), zuko ( atla ), shiv roy ( succession )

aesthetics: annotated novels, constantly comparing yourself to others,  burnt out gifted kid, sticky notes left everywhere, dry eyes from staring at your computer screen for hours, & angrily crumbled pieces of paper

INFORMATION ; 

enzo was raised solely by his mother in verona, italy. she’s a government ambassador, and his father had been home from holiday. carmen didn’t really think to include him in enzo’s life since he was always abroad ( a big time real estate agent ), but he would always send cards and money on birthdays and christmas, so enzo never really minded. 

for a majority of his childhood, enzo was raised by nannies because his mother was working awfully long hours. but compared to his neighbors and friends, enzo was perfect since all he would do would read ( glaring at the nanny if she suggested something else ).

he went to all the fancy schools with all the other wealthy families, but he always stuck out because he was more of just a homebody, never wanting to do anything

from an early age he knew he wanted to be a writer, wanting to create stories that people would enjoy

so when it came to school and university, enzo knew he wanted to get away from everyone he knew. so he decided to apply to nyu, studying english and analyzing novels. it’s literally a dream come true

it helped him realize his passion, so right after he went to graduate school where he got his masters in creative writing

he thought for sure this would be the winning ticket to put his name on the map. for years he’s been studying books and poems and authors, so there’s no reason for his own story to flop ! he had been published in school papers as well. 

FALSE ! he tried to query different novels of his, mostly horror and thrillers, and one got published. but didn’t get the traction he wanted. 

it pissed him off to no end, man was absolutely livid. fired his agent, went real anger from inside out on him. 

so once he got a new one, and they believed in his book, but he just needed to build a following. enzo has 0 social media so he was like how do you expect me to do this

and that’s how he ended up on love island ! auditioned even though he is ... not a romantic at all but enzo vc: fake it till you make it baby

ON THE ISLAND ;

he’s not here for love, so write that down

but he does realize he needs to stay on the show for awhile so the social media intern can get more traction on his social media so he’ll be ... lying right through his teeth without batting an eye

will be saying he’s a writer, hoping to tug at those heartstrings, really laying on the tortured artist trope for the audience and other people 

would not be caught dead writing a romance but will be telling everyone he chats with that he just ... “couldn’t find any inspiration” :sobs: i hate him

he isn’t typically a social person, so this will get him out of that BUT i do see him feeling drained eventually and wondering if he actually can do this

probs won’t step on any toes but will get feelers from the other half of the couple and being like “is it set in stone or can we work with this?”

idk i hate him

[callmepippin]

Top 5 regrets and top 5 things you want to do/accomplish before turning 30

again there might not be a particular order to these but ill try to kinda rank them

regrets (in all fairness, im really digging here bc i dont have many regrets at all, i think its a waste of time so i taught myself to try to learn from experiences instead):

1. theres some ppl ive kinda lost contact with and i wish i hadnt (and in some cases i might try to pick it back up eventually but im in A Place right now itll have to wait)

2. not spending as much of my late teens single as id have liked i guess? bc if its up to me i dont think my current relationship is ending anytime soon, so i guess i kinda missed that opportunity

3. being a bit of a dick the first few years of high school (again, more of a learning experience but at the time it hit me really hard)

4. the way i broke up with some of my exes (quite specific, not getting into that now)

5. not saving my money when i was younger i guess?

things i wanna do before 30:

1. go on vacation by myself (not even really important where, just the experience of a solo vacation)

2. get my drivers licence

3. finish my education and get a job i like (or at least a nice way to spend my days)

4. get at least two tattoos (probably more)

5. more abstract, but id like to find a way to consistently and successfully (or as much as thats possible) deal with my mental illnesses so they dont limit me as much

so. tried to rank them but didnt do a great job, but i hope i answered this sufficiently. thanks so much for sending this! this was an especially good one bc it kinda forced me to think abt my position in life/where i am relative to where i was and where i wanna be, so that was really cool! very thoughtful ask :)

[changsluts]

caught

pairing: im changkyun x reader

genre/warnings: some fluff, smut, dirty talk, sub!kyun

summary: where you catch changkyun masturbating and decide to tease him a little...

you laid next to changkyun on your sofa, his somnolent demeanor making you as loving of him as possible, he was half asleep and you didn't want to wake him of his daze. you nudged him slightly, eliciting a slight sound lying in the back of his throat.

"changkyun"

"yeah?"

"i need to go shower ok? but i can't get by because of you" your words were soft and sugar coated.

"ok" he replied lazily, dragging himself from the couch. "i'll be in bed" he added, and went straight to your shared bedroom.

you heard him shift on the mattress as you were in the bathroom, about to take a shower but didn't think much of it.

when you got out, drying yourself, he was still shifting on the bed, to which your first thought was that he couldn't find a comfortable position so you ignored this as well. when you exited the bathroom, a small moan came from your bedroom, which had the door left open a crack, only wide enough for you to see a very small portion of the room. when you approached the door and peeked through, your attention was drawn straight to the sight displayed to you on the bed. it was changkyun, with his mouth hung open and his eyebrows furrowed together, his pants pooling his ankles and his hand wrapped around his dick, stroking himself. his free hand was draped above his head, gently toying with his strands of hair as he pleasured himself, his eyes shut tightly as he was focused and persistent, and his hips were grinding gently up into his closed fist and if you watched anymore you'd have to possibly interrupt him.

you let your head fall against the door, the image still vivid in your mind and going straight to your core, making you feel things you shouldn't feel right now. the weight of your head and body opened the door slightly, but enough to let changkyun know you were there.

he gasped in panic, immediately covering himself as an embarrassed blush crept over his already flushed cheeks. you couldn't help but laugh at the humiliation he felt, he was utterly shocked at your intrusion of his intimate moment, and all you could do was laugh.

"baby..." you exhaled with a twinge of laughter, hoping to lighten the mood. "if you were horny, " you were walking closer to him "you could've just told me" you were standing right beside him, he was sitting up on the bed still trying to process the situation. you sat down on the edge of the bed beside him and gently lifted the pillow he was using to cover himself with. you were presented with the sight of his reddened tip glistening with pre-cum and veins bulging against the skin of his shaft, which in itself had the ability to make your thighs clench. you bit your bottom lip at how he looked, his hair tousled, his chest still rising and falling from being out of breath, his dick pulsating and his neck glistening with sweat. he was such a pretty, desperate sight in which all you could do was stare at how disheveled he was.

you leaned in his ear, switching your position to where you were hovering over him. "i could help you with this" you whispered softly to him, and he replied with a quick nod and a mellow whimper. it was obvious that he needed some sort of release and you were more than happy to comply.

you removed his pooling jeans off his ankles and in return, you stood up and removed your towel from your body, revealing yourself entirely to him. he looked at you with eyes that were needy in so many ways as they followed you as you repositioned yourself to where you were straddling his thighs. you slid your hands past his hips and up his stomach, removing his shirt and revealing his bare chest, a thin coating of sweat over it. he truly was a sight that you could delve into and never get enough of, especially when he was as frantically aroused as this.

you traced your hand back down his chest, stopping at his shaft, teasing him ever so slightly. you wrapped your hand around his base, educing him to sharply inhale through his teeth and pant ever so slightly.

you pumped your hand slowly, torturously, lubricated by his pre-cum. he bucked his hips upward and allowed his head to fall back and his jaw to practically unhinge from his face, letting even the most miniscule sounds, from whines to high moans, fall out carelessly.

"do you know how desperate you look right now baby?" all he could do is moan in response.

you laughed at him, still slowly and painfully stroking his thick shaft, educing an aggravated sound from him. it was conspicuous that he wanted you to move your hand over him faster, but teasing him was just so fun that you could resist in doing so.

"princess," he whined "please, go faster. i need you" his voice was breathy and he sounded so helplessly turned on that you melted at his request.

you began stroking him faster, the lewd sound of it being enough to have you moaning too. he was whispering quick phrases, too fast for you too comprehend but he was obviously immensely pleasured but just your hand around his dick, swiveling skillfully for only him. he gasped when you tightened suddenly, in attempt to increase the friction he felt which visibly worked as his face contorted in pleasure from the sudden pressure applied to his most sensitive area. you swiftened your pace as his breaths got shallower and quicker in response, he was about to cum any minute judging from the helpless moans and curses falling from his lips and how his thighs quivered under your touch.

"are you gonna cum baby?" you teased him to which he quickly nodded.

"oh god" he moaned letting his head tilt back even farther, exposing his adam's apple. he swore at the sensation, bucking his hips up into your hand trying to get himself off, when he suddenly painted your hand in white streaks, panting and moaning as you rode out his high, stroking him slowly.

with your clean hand, you held his chin in between your index finger and thumb, forcing him to look into your eyes.

"you look such a mess, baby" he was still out of breath. "i can't even imagine what you'd look like when i ride your dick" you whispered, biting your bottom lip and scanning his face. "you'd want that, wouldn't you?" he vigorously nodded, unable to use his words as it would simply be a jumbled mess of moans and high whines.

"please, princess" he begged politely.

you shifted your hips to where they were directly hovering over his shaft. you looked him in the eyes, silently asking for his consent, to which he nodded and let his head fall back once more. you grabbed his shaft and slowly lowered yourself onto him, creating a moan from the back of his throat to be released. you let yourself adjust to his size, almost ready to start moving on him, but teasing him and holding your place was your fun. he growled, dropping his hands to your thighs and digging his nails into the soft skin of them.

"move." he commanded, sick of your games.

and with that, you rocked your hips back and forth on him, roaming his chest as he thrusted his hips into you, holding your thighs and moving you slightly in rhythm with him. your moans filled the room and his whines were as desperate as they had been, energizing you to where you began bouncing on him, the sound of skin slapping joining your mixed moans in the quietness of the bedroom and you yourself felt an orgasm building.

his dick felt heavenly in you and you were so tight around him, which let him get as much pleasure as he could.

"fuck," he whispered, "you're so fucking tight around me"

his hands had trailed up to your hips now, moving you on his dick, wetness in between the both of you allowing him to easily slip in you with every thrust his hips executed. he was such a sight again, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat and his eyes shut tightly, he seemed like he wasn't even thinking, just letting his hips do all the work as moans freely slipped from his mouth.

you couldn't help but to ride him faster, all you wanted to do was to see him overwhelmed with pleasure to where he looks like a hot mess, and it did exactly that.

his face contorted once again in pleasure, unable to control himself and his movements and now he was erratically thrusting himself into you, about to cum at any moment. his moans got louder and higher as you let your hips rise and fall on him at an immeasurable rate, roughly fucking yourself on him and giving him all the pleasure he could ever ask for.

you arched your back and his hands were now placed tightly on your waist, still moving you in sync with his hips.

"don't stop" you moaned, being the desperate one now.

he felt so utterly good in you, hitting numerous spots that could practically send you over the edge with every thrust. you were intoxicated by him and how he made you feel and you only craved for this moment to last forever, you simply loved how he felt in you.

your vision blurred and everything became jumbled. the sensations he was giving to you were inexplicable and like no other, you just had to release yourself on him.

"im gonna cum" you breathily moaned.

"do it" he replied instantly. "cum for me" he followed.

you were so sensitive at this point that you unexpectedly came, to his command, as he followed shortly after, cumming for the second time in that night. made sure not to overstimulated you, so he gently rode out both of your orgasms, with both of your moans and hisses in the air as well.

you collapsed on his chest, slipping him out of you and recollecting yourself as the both of you breathed heavily, taking in the moment for what it was.

he pushed you onto your side and smiled at you, kissing your forehead and gently wrapping his arm around you. his aftercare was always so pleasant and always a great way to calm down.

"i love you" he whispered to you.

"i love you too" you replied, and with that, kissed him goodnight.