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Physio’s Daughter Pt 7
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Read the other 6 parts here!
Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, angst, verbal arguments, verbal insults
WC: 5.0k
A/N: I got nothing to say, we should be on the downhill from the angst for now
“I missed that penalty because of you, it’s your fault.”
You hear her say as you walk away. Her words freeze you mid step.
Your heart sank. You had tried your best to leave her alone, you had barely spoken to her outside of the training room or on the pitch, besides the phone call where she hung up on you. You had done everything to just be a regular staff member to her. And despite your efforts you had fucked this up.
“What?” You turn back to look at Jessie.
“When I kick a penalty, I pick my spot and then when I step back I think of something that calms me. Sometimes it’s my sister, sometimes my parents, sometimes it’s the beach, it’s whatever comes into my head first.” She stands up from the table, starting to walk toward you. “Today, your stupid beautiful face came into my mind and for a second it was good. For a second, the thought of you calmed me. But then her stupid face came into my mind too and all I could picture was the two of you together, on your stupid little dates in the city, how I should be your personal photographer, not her! And I thought about the fact that you’re sharing a room and you were sleeping in her fucking bed the other day, and it pissed me off and I got rattled and fucked up my penalty.”
You realize now, that’s why Jessie had left her eyes closed longer than usual, that’s why her penalty routine was different, it was your fault.
“You mean Olivia?” You say with a small laugh, there was no way Jessie was being serious and no way she actually believed there was something going on between you and Olivia. You were also laughing out of nerves, you had never seen Jessie angry like this, her face turning red as she stood in front of you.
“Yeah her. Unless there’s other girls you’ve been prancing around the city with?” She crosses her arms across her chest, clearly annoyed with you.
“Oh you’re serious?” You look at her and she just looks back at you, her stare cold. “Jessie, Olivia and I, we’re not together.”
“That’s not what it looked like, her following you around with her camera, all the photos of you she’s posting on Instagram, looks like more than friends to me. She had you half naked in her bed, you can’t tell me your just friends.”
You can’t believe the words coming from Jessie’s mouth. “I wasn’t half naked! Get a grip Jessie, she has a boyfriend!”
You had learned that Olivia had a boyfriend when you spent the day together a few days ago. It was something that had yet to come up in your previous conversations. They’d been together just under a year, he was her first long term relationship after she had broken up with her girlfriend
You weren’t surprised someone like her was taken, but what surprised you was that it didn’t make you sad or disappointed like you thought it would. You had the realization while out with her that, while she was attractive and your type, you didn’t find yourself interested in Olivia in a romantic way.
“Well, does her boyfriend know she’s obsessed with you?”
“Oh my god, you’re being delusional.” While maybe not the best word to use, it’s what comes out of your mouth in the heat of the moment.
Jessie’s eyes squinted, her eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t you fucking call me delusional!” Her hand comes out from her chest, she points a finger at you.
“Well that’s what you’re being Jessie! She’s in a relationship, there’s nothing between us!” You had no idea how else to explain to Jessie that there was nothing there. Olivia was a friend.
“You know what, maybe I am delusional for thinking maybe we could’ve worked!” She turns back to the table, snatching the tablet still playing her kick, storming out of the conference room.
“Jessie.” You follow her out into the hallway.
“No, we can’t keep doing this, the back and forth, it’s exhausting and childish, you need to stop.” She turns back to you, taking a step closer to you so you’re between her and the wall.
“Don’t fucking tell me that I need to stop. Jessie I’m not the only one making the decision on what’s happening here.” You take a step away from her, your back making contact with the wall behind you. “You’re the one who keeps kissing me and bringing me coffee, and texting me about non-work things. You’re just as much feeding into this, you’re just as guilty as I am!”
You were fully aware a member of the hotel staff was likely to come down the hall any minute to tell you to keep it down. It was 2:49 in the morning and you two were screaming at each other.
“I know, and that’s my fault, I should’ve realized you weren’t worth my time!”
It’s like she had punched you in the gut. Your chest started to feel tight, your eyes burning. Her words hurt. You could handle her shoving you after the game, you could handle her yelling at you, you could handle her accusing you of being interested with someone else even though you weren’t, those weren’t personal attacks. But her standing here, telling you that you weren’t worth her time, burned inside your chest.
You could see the moment Jessie realized what words came out of her mouth. A wave of guilt and shock washed over her face her fingers come up to her lips. She puts her hands out, reaching toward your shoulders.
“I didn’t mean-” she starts to backtrack, trying to take back the fact that she just called you a waste of time.
“Save it.” This time it’s you shoving Jessie out of your way, your hand against her shoulder as you push past her. “I’ll go. Sorry I was a waste of your time.” You manage to choke out before you turn, tears starting to fall from your eyes.
You run back to your room, not caring how loud your footsteps were as you rushed to your room. You hear Jessie yell after you but ignore her pleas for you to come back and let her explain. You quietly open the door and slip into your bed. You choke back your tears, burying your face into the fluffy hotel pillow to not wake up Olivia.
You’re not sure how long you cried, there’s a soft knock at your door but knowing it’s Jessie you ignore it, you didn’t want to see her and you didn’t want her seeing that you were crying over her. You fall asleep a little bit later.
You’re woken from your brief attempt at sleep by a hard knocking on your door. You look over to see Olivia is already out of bed for the morning, probably down at breakfast, maybe she forgot her key and was coming back.
You quickly check your phone, a few emails, three missed calls and a few texts, five from last night and one from this morning.
Jessie Fleming: I am so sorry
Jessie Fleming: please open the door
Jessie Fleming: I shouldn’t have said that
Jessie Fleming: You’re not a waste of my time, you’re worth all my time.
Jessie Fleming: You deserve better
The one from this morning was only from a few minutes ago.
Jessie Fleming: I’d like to talk when you have a chance. I can be available whenever. I’m really sorry.
Still half asleep you wander over to the door, expecting to see an apologetic Canadian when the second round of knocks comes more aggressively. You open it, only to be pushed out of the way by a very angry Canadian, Janine.
“I told you, if you hurt her, we were going to have problems, so now we have problems.”
It takes you a second looking at the woman in front of you, her hands on her hips as she stares back at you. She was talking about Jessie. You blink a few times at her, trying to wake up your brain and body.
“Hmm late night eh?” She says, a hard cold stare still on her face, her tone is degrading.
“What the hell Janine, I didn’t hurt her!” It was the truth, maybe you called her delusional and that was too far, but you didn’t do any worse than she did to you.
“Then why did she come back to our room, crying at three in the morning? She refuses to tell me what you did, but she mentioned your name while I was trying to comfort her, so what the hell did you do?”
Learning that Jessie had also cried over your argument made you feel somewhat better about your own tears. You’re sure Janine could see your eyes were puffy and likely bloodshot.
You throw your hands up “What I did? Janine did you think that maybe she won’t tell you what happened because it was what she was the one who did something to me?”
You watch as Janine’s face drops for a second. She looks unsure if she’s supposed to believe you or not.
“I didn’t hurt her.” You take a breath, sitting back on your bed, debating if it’s even worth explaining your side. This was Jessie’s best friend, of course she won’t believe you. Deciding to tell her anyways, you quickly begin rambling, telling Janine everything.
You start to tell Janine about what happened. You tell her about the first coffee kiss, how you mom had yelled at both of you and how you made the agreement to be professional. You then go on to tell her about the second coffee kiss, the one she almost walked in on. You mention the hand holding on the plane. You then go on to explain how Jessie seemed to think you and Olivia were a thing. You mention the movie and how you were in her bed, you explain it all.
“Oh, so that’s why the coffee shop was weird between you two. I thought maybe you two had finally hooked up or something and you were trying not to be weird about it, I tried to ask Jessie about it but she wouldn’t say anything.” She cracks a small smile.
“No, we haven't slept together, or hooked up or done anything beyond just kissing, and even the kisses, they weren’t like make outs, and oh my god why am I telling you this?” You cover your face for a second, taking a breath to ease your embarrassment.
When you look back Janine has a smug look on her face, probably to your reaction to accidentally admitting the extent of your and Jessie’s physical relationship. You try to push the thought from your mind and get back to telling her the details
“Regardless, Jessie thought I had blown her off to go with Olivia but she was the one who hung up on me. I wanted to go with her, I told her I could go in the morning before I went around with Olivia. She didn’t say yes, she hung up on me.” You finish explaining the situation with Olivia to Janine.
“Then what were you two doing at two in the morning together?” She questioned, knowing you and Jessie had seen each other the night before. You explained that you couldn’t sleep so you went down to the conference room for a break and that Jessie had been there watching her penalty.
“She accused me of being the reason she missed her penalty, telling me I got in her head with me being with Olivia I guess and it upset her and rattled her focus.” You take a breath, knowing you had to admit your own faults to Janine too. “And then I, I called her delusional, which I know was wrong.” You look away from Janine not wanting to make eye contact, knowing what you said to Jessie was terrible. “And then she called me a waste of time.”
Janine just gives a slow nod, her eyes wide as she tries to process the information that is being thrown at her. “Oooookayyy then, I wasn’t expecting that..” She finally says. The room then returns to silence.
“Look, I may be Jessie’s best friend, but she doesn’t get to blame you for missing that penalty, she can’t really blame herself even though she always does, penalties are luck, you pick a spot, you kick it, if it’s the same spot the keeper picked, oh well.”
She takes a deep breath looking at you, she clasps her hands in front of her.
“But also as her best friend, I’m going to ask you, if you can, to give her some grace. I know she maybe doesn’t deserve it, especially after what she said. But, Jessie, she’s a good person, but she sometimes tried to be too perfect. She’s a perfectionist. And she has a lot of pressure on her right now, first major tournament as the official captain, she’s got the pressure of Canada, and then she’s got the pressure from herself. She’s hard on herself, too hard and she knows it, but she can’t always help it.”
You nod, you knew being around Jessie at training, when she’d struggle with a skill, she’d stay late mastering it, practicing over and over, exhausting herself to get it right. You knew this whole tournament was likely weighing on her mentally, not to add the feeling of missing her penalty.
“I’m sure the outburst at you, was not what she fully meant. She was probably upset about the penalty and she let it boil over into her personal life. Maybe she was jealous about Olivia too, but once she learned she had a boyfriend then it shouldn’t have mattered. I think she unfortunately was bottling up one too many feelings, the bottle just broke on you.”
You nod, it makes sense.
“She’ll probably kill me if she ever finds out I’m telling you to talk to her, she won’t like me meddling. But if you can, talk to her, now that she’s calmed down a bit.” Janine let’s put a sigh. “Jessie really likes you, it’s annoying to hear about but seriously she does and I want her to be happy, which you seem to make her happy, with the exception of the crying last night. I understand if her behavior was a deal breaker though, I’d just advise you to hear her out, and have her hear you out as well. You two need to have an adult conversation, not a screaming match at three in the morning. You need to talk about all of this, make up your minds about whatever you two are doing.”
“I know.” You nod at her, it was nice having someone else talk some sense into you, you hoped she gave a similar discussion to her roommate.
“Sorry I came in here on a mission to accuse you. Jessie was just incredibly upset last night, I figured something happened, I assumed you did something, sorry about that.”
You shrug at her. “It’s alright, I get it, you're her best friend, you’re just looking out for her.” It’s true you’re not upset at Janine, it was alarming for her to come in yelling, but she had been sensible.
Janine takes steps toward the door, you stand up from the bed to follow her to the door.
“I’m her best friend, but I’m not going to excuse her behavior when she was out of line.” She opens the door and walks out, you’re assuming back to her own room where Jessie likely was getting ready to head to training in the next half hour.
You pack up your backpack, dreading going to work for the first time since you joined this team, you didn’t want to have to see Jessie, you didn’t want to have to see Janine, you didn’t want to see your mom or Olivia, you’d rather be alone.
As you headed down to the lobby your phone vibrates in your pocket. You roll your eyes reading the text.
Jessie Fleming: So you're allowed to tell Janine about our argument and all the other details but I’m not allowed to tell her I kissed you?
You: She came barging into my room this morning demanding to know what I did to hurt you because you refused to say anything so yes, I told her what happened.
You: I was defending myself.
When she doesn’t text you back you slip your phone back into your jacket and take a seat at a table in the lobby.
“Hey kiddo!” Your Mom slips into the seat across from you. “You alright?”
“Yeah good, just didn’t sleep well.” You try and give her your best smile. Your Mom squints at you. You know she knows something’s up. She knew you too well, she always had.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not, I’m good, I’m ready to work, I didn’t sleep well last night and it’s not something I want to talk about.” You didn’t sleep well, that was the truth. It wasn’t exactly lying by just not telling her what was keeping you awake.
“Issues with Miss 17?” She knew, she always knew. You just give her a glare across the table. “Alright, I’m not going to get involved despite my motherly instinct. I’m here if you want to talk, don’t let it affect work because you’re bottling it up.”
You think about the irony of you Mom telling you not to bottle up your feelings, the same thing that Janine had said Jessie typically did.
“I won’t, I’m good.” You say, rather harshly, before you turn in your chair to face away from your Mom.
When the players begin to file down from their rooms and out to the buses you stand up from the table, grabbing your bag. You follow your Mom, Olivia, and the rest of the staff toward the staff bus.
“I need to talk to you.” You feel a gentle hand on your arm. You recognize the voice, it's softer than it was last night when it was yelling at you. Jessie had strayed from the line of players getting on their own bus and was now standing next to you.
“No you don’t, you said what you needed to say yesterday.” You quickly say to her, not wanting to draw additional attention to the two of you.
“Please.” You hated how easily you were about to give into her. All it took was for her to look at you, wide eyed in hope that you’ll hear her out. You look at your watch, she had to be on the bus in three minutes. She notices you checking the time. “I’ll be quick.” She glances at the bus door where the rest of her teammates were waiting to board, likely watching and eavesdropping as she talked to you.
When you don’t say anything she takes it as permission to speak.
“I was terrible, you are not a waste of my time, you are not a waste of anyone’s time. That was a terrible, horrific thing to say to you or to say to anyone, no one is a waste of time.” She reached out to put a hand to your arm, you pull your arm away, giving her the hint you don’t want to touch her.
“I don’t want to be making excuses for myself, I said what I said, I regret it. There is no excuse for what I did and I understand I can’t take that back, I can’t unsay those words to you. But I’m sure you can understand I’m under a lot of pressure here, then with the missed penalty, I snapped. I’m usually good under pressure, yesterday I wasn’t and I panicked. I-” she checks over her shoulder to the bus and let’s out a huff as she sees the last of her teammates board the bus.
“You’re going to be late.” You say, not acknowledging any of the apology she just gave you.
“That’s fine, they can wait a second, I’ll be late. I need to finish.” She waves off the bus, looking back to you. This time when you make eye contact you notice her puffy eyes, a little bloodshot. As her physio you’re concerned for her lack of sleep. You can’t help but wonder if she’s noticed the same look in your own eyes.
“No, go.” You point at the bus door. You had already caused enough issues making her miss the penalty, you weren’t going to be the reason she was late.
“Can we please talk later? I didn’t get to say everything, I have a lot more to say to you.”
You nod at her. You didn’t feel like hearing her out, but you thought back to your conversation with Janine. You had already let her start apologizing, might as well let her finish. Then you two could finally have an adult conversation.
“Meet me after training, we can finish this.” You tell her, she whispers a quick thank you and turns jogging to the bed.
You attend training like normal, trying to pay attention to everyone equally but naturally your eyes constantly found their way to Jessie. You were pissed at her but you couldn’t deny she was so attractive when playing.
The way she was incredibly physical compared to her usually timid demeanor, the way she’d yell to her teammates asking for the ball, the way she’d pull down her shorts. The way she’d wipe the sweat from her face with the bottom of her shirt, lifting it enough to show her toned stomach made your own stomach clench.
Toward the end of training Jessie lifted her shirt again, wiping her forehead, when she pulled her shirt down, she was looking in your direction, making eye contact with you. She bit her lip with a slight smirk seeing you were watching her.
You couldn’t help but give her a small smile back. For a split second you forgot all the terrible things she said, you forgot you were mad, it was just you and her smiling at each other from across the pitch.
But then she turned back to continue her drill and you remembered your argument and her hurtful words and now you were mad at her and yourself. You shouldn’t have looked at her, you shouldn’t have smiled at her.
After training you help the girls with treatment and recovery. You make the ice bath, you hand out heating pads. You help take off the stability taping that you put on just a few hours ago. It was an easy end to your day. Jessie gets herself into the ice bath for 10 minutes before she hops out and moves to the corner of the room waiting.
“What are you waiting on Jessie? I can help you.” You hear your Mom ask, she was one of the last few players in the training room, but she wasn’t actively being treated. Just standing in the corner of the room, bike shorts still soaking wet from her ice bath, making a small puddle at her feet..
You look up from where you were cleaning water bottles to watch as Jessie points at you. Her hand close to her chest to not make the pointing obvious. Your Mom’s head turns to look at you, and then back to Jessie. She just shakes her head at the two of you and mutters something under her breath that you’re not able to understand.
You occupy yourself restocking the first aid kits, cleaning out the ice bath, all the small tasks, you offer to take over all the other physio’s end of shift jobs to get them to leave the facility sooner. Soon it’s just you, Jessie, and your Mom left in the room.
“I’m going to go, let you two have whatever discussion you need to. Do you have a plan to get back to the hotel? Both of you?” You Mom asks before she leaves the room checking that you both weren’t coming on the bus.
“Yeah, I’m good.” You let her know.
When Jessie doesn’t answer, your Mom asks again. “Fleming?”
“I’m good, thank you for checking.” She thanks your Mom with a smile and a wave.
Knowing you both were good, your Mom walks out the door, leaving just you and Jessie in the training room. You push yourself up onto the counter, sitting with your legs dangling. Jessie walks over from the corner she was standing in. She places a towel down before she hops up onto the treatment table across from you. You both sit for a moment, looking at each other.
Jessie breaks the silence first. “It wasn’t fair for me to blame the penalty on you.”
“I know.” You decide this is the time to get out your frustrations with the brown haired, brown eyed, beautiful freckled girl in front of you. You couldn’t help but admire her despite being about to yell at her.
“It wasn’t fair for you to blame me for your kick, it wasn’t fair for you to shove me, it wasn’t fair to your team for you to leave the game without anyone knowing, it wasn’t fair for you to just assume I immediately went to fuck Olivia just because we’re sharing a room, sorry I wanted to have a friend! We were watching a movie, that’s why I was in her bed. She put on a movie and I fell asleep because I don’t speak French! It wasn’t fair to assume just because I was trying to be professional that I no longer was interested in you and moved on to the first girl I could find. None of that was fair to me Jessie!” As you yell your voice gets louder.
“I know.” She looks ashamed, Jessie is looking at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with you anymore.
“It’s not my fucking fault you thought about me during your kick, I had no control over that!” You take a second to notice the tone of your voice and decide the two of you have had one too many screaming matches recently. You lower your voice, letting your sadness from the night before overtake your anger with her. “It feels really shitty to be blamed for something you had no control over Jess.”
“I know.” Jessie repeats herself. Her voice is quiet, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, her eyes looking glossy as if she’s about to cry. “I know none of that was fair.”
“Then why did you do it?” You start to feel your own eyes water.
“Because you were there.” Her hands clap down onto her knees. “That’s it, and I know that that’s not fair to you either but I had already spent the previous five hours blaming myself, ripping myself apart for missing that kick, so when you walked in, I was able to put the blame on you and I felt like I could breathe again. I think I would’ve ripped off anyone’s head who walked in.”
“You’re saying had Janine walked in instead you would’ve screamed at her? I find that hard to believe.” You hop off the counter, walking around the room. You pick up a lacrosse ball the girls use to roll out with, tossing it between your hands.
“I don’t know, maybe. It also didn’t help that I was already having feelings thinking you were with Olivia now, I got jealous.” She turns around on the treatment table to keep watch on you. “So I think my anger with you was a little different than it would’ve been with someone else. But I probably still would’ve ended up yelling at Janine or anyone, just it would’ve been a little different words. I’m just, I’m really sorry.”
You’re not sure how to react to her apology, so instead you start your own. You’re occupying your body, bouncing the ball on the ground while you speak with her.
“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have called you delusional, I shouldn’t have ever started anything with you, it’s inappropriate and unprofessional, I’m supposed to be someone you can come to for help. I’m sorry I aided in our little back and forth from flirting to coworkers to friends, I didn’t do anything to stop it and I should have.”
“We both failed at being professional, it’s not just you.”
“Yep.” You quietly say to her. It’s quiet again between the two of you. An uncomfortable silence falling over the room with the rhythmic bouncing of the ball against the ground.
You bounce the ball all the way across the room and back before you look at Jessie. “Okay so what now?”
“Nothing.” She just looks at you. Her expression blank.
“Nothing?” You stop bouncing the ball, turning to look at her.
She hops off the table and comes to stand in front of you. “I only wanted to apologize. I messed up in an awful way, I was awful to you. I’m not here to beg for you to be my friend, let alone ask for you to be anything more, I just needed to apologize. I don’t expect you to have any interest in anything happening between us anymore.”
“Oh.”
“What?”
You look at Jessie, taking in her appearance, her cheeks still rosy from playing. Her eyes are no longer puffy like they were this morning, she’s chewing on her bottom lip, her hands are fidgeting. She’s nervous.
You then realize you're nervous. You hadn’t previously been aware of how hard your heart was beating, how you could feel it through your chest. The room was warm, your skin crawling. You didn’t know what her reaction was going to be to your next question.
“What if I did still have interest in us?”
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Lessons in Herbology
Azriel X Reader
Synopsis: You and Azriel are frequently at odds with one another but when Azriel accidently destroys your life's work, the illyrian will do anything to make it up to you.
Warnings: Angst, Smut, scratching? biting
A/N: Alrighty we got some frenemies smut situation going on hehe let me know what you think friends!
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“AZRIEL!” You screamed from the top of the stairs of the Town House, your voice carried through the whole house and practically into the neighbour's. You had never been so angry with him in your life, with real thoughts that you were going to kill him. You quickly stepped down the stairs, your gait heavily weighted with rage.
“Gods YN, I was in the kitchen not Summer Court” Azriel laughed, meeting you at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes landed on the shredded manuscript you held in your hand, his eyes moved from the ribbons of paper to your enraged eyes. Azriel bolted towards the lounge where your friends sat alarmed at the volume of your voice and pace of Azriels sprint. You darted after him only to have a weight thrown into your stomach, hoisting you off your feet and over a broad shoulder.
“CASS! PUT ME DOWN” Cassian held you as you tried to wriggle from the fireman-style hold, some of the shreds of paper flying around the room.
“Calm down YN we can fix whatever it is - Gods stop hitting me!” he fought against the urge to drop you, Azriel taking sanctuary stood behind the sofa. You allow your body to go limp, forcing a deep breath from your lungs until they empty.
“What on Prythian is going on in here? I heard the shouting from the end of the garden?” Rhysand entered the lounge to his friends, concern and humour painted his face.
“He shredded my FINAL DRAFT of the medicinal encyclopedia I was writing to finally finish my fucking healer apprenticeship” the group inhaled sharply at the severity. You had been working on that for months, it needed to be submitted in a week, eyes all then landing on Azriel.
“I didn’t mean to! I was looking for something in your room and my shadows got a bit frantic at the urgency and-”
“-What the hell were you doing in my room?!” you still hung over Cassian's shoulder, simmering in anger.
“-I was looking for Truth Teller AFTER YOU USED IT TO CUT UP HERB SAMPLES” Azriels own voice raising, remembering the disrespect you had shown him the week previously.
“-I’M GOING TO KILL YOU SHADOWSINGER” You began thrashing again, Cassian's fingers burying into your hips.
“Would you two hurry up and have sex already?” The room's eyes landed on a very bored Amren as she rose and made her exit. You breathed deeply out once again.
“Okay, okay, I am calm, I am zen, put me down”
“Ehh I don’t think-”
“I SAID I’M FUCKING ZEN-” you coughed after shouting, clearing your throat before speaking again “-Ahem, I mean, Cassian, if you would please return me to the ground, I am Zen” Cassian glanced at Azriel who looked genuinely terrified.
“Okay, no killing Az though, he owes me a drink-”
“Wow thanks, Cass, my life is only worth a glass of whiskey” Azriel rolled his eyes to his brother as Cassian lowered you to the ground. You ran your hands down the front of your trousers, breathing out until the blood rush from being upside down released itself.
The inner circle watched as you moved towards the kitchen, Azriel remaining behind the sofa as a buffer. You returned a jug of water and the broom, no one taking their eyes off you.
“Cass, please help me with this for a moment” You stood on the edge of the opposite sofa to Azriel, placing the mouth of the jug flush to the roof, the broom then pushed at the base supporting the jug. You gestured with your head for Cassian to take hold of the broom, allowing you to release the jug, its weight now supported by Cassian holding the broom.
“Now, don’t move or you’ll soak the place Cass-”
“-wait what?” Cassian's confusion was cut off by your sudden movement darting towards Azriel.
“COME HERE AZRIEL!” you flew over the sofa that was protecting Azriel, slamming into his chest and sending him flying to the ground, Cassian was completely caught off guard and unsure of what to do, looking between the jug and his two friends near killing one another. Mor, Rhysand and Feyre keeled over with laughter.
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You lay flat on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, the magnitude of the workload ahead of you washing over you. You left a soaked Cassian to mop up the water after Rhysand finally caught his breath from laughing to separate you from Azriel. You allowed the tears to fall down your cheeks, unable to hold them in any longer.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing while trying to pull the tears back in, a knock gently tapping off your oak door. You silently hoped it was Cassian or Feyre, wishing to openly cry into their arms at your future dissolving in front of your eyes. You opened the door, Azriel blowing in the door passed you before you could close it on him. You were shocked as you closed the door gently so as not to wake the rest of the house, Azriel pacing your room.
“Azriel, please go, I just can’t with you right now”
“YN, I am so so s- were you crying?” you span away from him, drifting over towards your bed, climbing into the centre of the shredded paper nest you had made.
“Look, I’m really sorry about the manuscript, normally I wouldn’t care if I drove you this insane but I really didn’t set out to ruin your manuscript as some sort of vendetta-”
“You’re rambling Az”
“Sorry sorry, long story short I’m here to help you rewrite the whole thing-” your laugh at his words cutting him off before he continued, sitting at the edge of your bed to continue his plea.
“I know I don’t know anything about healing other than what not to do but I can write a lot faster than you and I know you hate me right now but I’m still your friend in a weird us kinda way right?” you didn’t have a reply to that. You and Azriel frequently fought but you were still friends beneath it all.
You didn't expect your body to move towards his, exhaustion and stress perhaps blurring your thought process. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug, his arms wrapping around your waist returning the sentiment. You fought against your body again, losing the fight as tears began to fall from your waterline once again.
“I am a terrible friend” he whispered into your hair, feeling the scope of the burden his haste had brought you.
“Yeah, you kinda are” You laughed through your tears, your joking tone returned the lightness to Azriels chest. Silence fell around the room, you both just taking a moment to hold one another in ease, a new sense of comfort growing between you both.
You separated, moving deeper into the bed, handing him blank sheets and a pen as you wiped your tears with your sleeve. Azriel slid into the bed alongside you and after a quick debrief, you both began the work of diving into herbology.
You both wrote and researched until three in the morning rolled around, and your eyes grew heavy, sleep fighting your need to keep writing.
“Okay YN, that’s enough” Azriel barely whispered as your eyes finally lost the fight. Your weight fell softly into Azriels side as he gently pulled the pen and paper from your hand. His shadows swept up the stray sheets into a pile on the floor before they pulled a throw blanket from the base of the bed over the both of you. Azriel too tired to fight their mother-hen energy.
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The sunlight crossed your eyes as you rested into Azriels chest causing you to squint into the unforgiving rays. You rolled into Azriels side tighter, further tangling your legs together with a groan of comfort. You then shot upwards in the bed.
“Gods YN what's wrong?” he stretched the words out while straightening his arms out above his head, his eyes adjusting to the light.
“I just woke up next to you is what's wrong! Leave before someone sees you, they'll never let it go”
“YN don’t be annoying, nothing happened-” he rolled back towards you, reaching his arm across your abdomen and pulling you back into the mattress “-you were blocking the sun from my eyes a minute ago” You hit him gently into the chest laughing at his dumb smirk and yet you obeyed.
“OH MY GODS I NEED TO FINISH WRITING” You shot back up remembering the mammoth workload ahead of you, Azriel being sent flying towards the floor with your sudden upward movement.
“Okay okay fucking hell, I'll go get you a coffee” he half laughed, pushing himself from the ground and quietly out into the hall.
Azriel strode down the stairs, feeling weirdly warm towards the thoughts of this morning.
“Hey Az, do you-”
“Nothing! I did nothing” Cassian raised an eyebrow to the spymaster's rushed and unusually uncontrolled response.
“Okay, I’m going to choose to pretend that wasn’t incredibly suspicious” he laughed from the lounge where he sipped his coffee.
“Wait, I thought you went to the House of Wind last night”
“Yeah I was but then YN and I fell asleep after-”
“After what Az? Wait, did you just come out of her room?” he couldn’t hide the giddy smug tone coating his words.
“No no no” Azriel tried to brush him off, moving into the kitchen with Cassian hot on his heels.
“Azriel, did you and YN-”
“-Cassian! Do not finish that sentence!” Azriel scrunched his eyes together before reaching for a coffee mug from the press.
“Az, you don’t drink coffee” Cassian smirk now turning to a blinding grin.
“It's for YN and before you start, I was helping her with her manuscript and then we fell asleep, literally nothing else happened” Azriel boiled the water, still refusing to turn to face the Illyrian warrior.
“Did you want something to happen Az? Was it a lesson in Chemistry instead of a lesson in Herbology?” The question caught him entirely off guard, dropping the pouch of coffee granules into the sink with a swear.
“Ohhhhh Azie like YNN-ie”
“Shh she could hear you” he whipped around to his brother with panic at his teasing tone.
“Oh shit you didn’t deny it” Cassin punched Azriel’s arm playfully but harder than intended, some element of his protective nature rearing its head.
“Look, I don’t know, you know I don’t know, I just find her mesmerising but also a mind-altering amount of frustrating”
“Ohh Az you got it so bad for her” he pushed Azriel coltishly again. Azriel returned to finishing the coffee, the noticeable silence from his brother raising a question in his mind. Azriel turned back to find Cassian's eyes fixed heavily onto the ground, now unable to meet his eye.
“Cass…what do you know?”
“N-nothing” Azriel only raised an eyebrow in response, he would always be able to spot a lie, especially with Cassian. Azriel caught Cassian's shoulders and forced him to look into his eyes
“Cassian, you need to tell me right now if I even have the slightest of chances with YN'' The clear and definitive tone of Azriels voice was not lost on Cassian.
“Yeah Az, I kind of do know something” Cassian then proceeded to tell Aziel the story of you. How you liked him since you met four hundred years ago, how you believed you would never be like Mor in his eyes, how you knew you’d never be like Elain in his eyes, your fighting going into overdrive, especially at the time of Elains introduction to your world. How you tried to process and bury your feelings, choosing to stay his frenemy rather than ever risk losing him to unrequited feelings. At the end of it, Azriel felt awash with every and all emotion.
“So wait what about now, does she still feel those feelings?”
“Do you want to be with her?”
“We’re not talking about me right now Cass, we’re talking about her! Well?!”
“Yeah Az, she still does - Gods she's going to kill me where I stand” Azriel barely heard what was said after the confirmation of what he had secretly wanted for so long. He took a step back from Cass, shock colouring his face before he found his feet rushing him up the stairs and away from Cassian's calls to be careful.
You sat writing away, almost halfway complete with the rewrite as Azriel nearly lashed the door off the hinges and slammed it closed almost as hard. Azriel almost took two steps at a time as he closed the distance between you, he snatched the paper from your hands, throwing it any which way.
“Az what the fuck-” Your confused laugh was cut off as Azriel lunged forward, pushing you into the bed, and hovering above you. You looked into his hazel eyes, which seemed almost lit with fear before he leaned down and connected his lips to yours. You felt the stress he had caused you yesterday be instantly replaced with a pure lightness. He pulled back to look into your eyes again, his face the picture of apologies and petrification, not believing his actions.
“I am so sor-” You cut off his apology by pulling him back to meet you, him smiling into your lips as they met hurriedly.
“This-is-so-crazy” he breathes between kisses.
“It-could-get-crazier” You almost giggled into the breathy kisses, Azriels shadows responding to you by wrapping around your curves. You sat up from beneath him, only separating from him to pull your shirt from over your head, Azriel repeating the action with his own linen. You ran your hands down his chiselled bare chest and he began to nip at yours.
“Are you sure you want to do this YN?” you smiled at his kind eyes, placing a tender kiss in reassurance. As you separated his eyes had turned lustful, your hand reaching and grazing his bulge, gaining a slight groan from him. He promptly stood and removed his trousers as you kicked off your own, sliding further into the bed and beckoning him to follow you. You let out a whimper at the feeling of his teeth marbling your neck, marking you as his.
“I’m gonna give you such crap about that beautiful noise later YN” he grinned, abusing the spot that gained the noise causing more to leave you. He claimed the spot until dapples decorated your skin, the feeling of him hard against you was driving you crazy quickly. You bucked your hips up to meet him harder in sweet friction.
“Okay I can’t wait any longer, I need you, I really fucking need you” he panted, pulling his underwear down, unleashing his full glory, your mouth almost drying at the sight.
Azriel slowly inched into you, allowing you to adjust to the massive length of him, your nails digging into his shoulders in glorious pain. Azriel raised a hand above your head to support himself, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as he began to move. Your nails racked up his back at the growing speed, your growing moans spurring him on. Azriels wings splayed out to balance himself, your hand found itself trancing gently the spines sending gratifying shivers down Azriels back.
Your head fell back as you both began to sink into synchronised movement, tightening around him the band began to tighten and tighten and tighten until finally, it snapped. You almost roared his name at the release of pure endorphins, the sound sending Azriel sailing over his own edge. Your legs still wrapped around him as he began to shake through his own orgasm before he slowly pulled out and collapsed breathlessly beside you.
Azriel sat up, hauling the duvet up and over you both as you leaned your back flush with his chest, breathing, fighting to return to regular rhythm.
“Four hundred years huh?” Azriel puffed the words out with a smile. You took a moment to process the words.
“I am going to kill Cassian” You squeezed your eyes closed in almost embarrassment, Azriel leaning forward and kissing your cheek softly.
“Am I forgiven for the manuscript incident?” you hummed in answer to his question, eyes relaxing closed as you both tangled together. You looked to the ground to see Azriel’s shadows mending shreds of paper together.
“Az…did you know that your shadows could do that?” you sat up looking at the now-mended manuscript on the floor.
“Eh…yes I did, I just wanted to spend time with you, don’t kill me” he looked panicked to your disbelief. You just allowed a loud laugh to escape your chest at the absurdity of it all.
“I think you’ll be making it up to me for the rest of your life”
“I can’t wait”
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love, am i home?
✱ bestfriend!bc × gn!reader
— how can you tell it's not simply an infatuation?
w.count → 0.6k
genre → angst, one-sided love
warnings → minor cussing, mention of alcohol but no described consumption
a.n → honestly i don't even know what i wrote i am feeling feelings soooo yeah! also, there's a few mentions of bambam as the home owner lol
“do you reckon i’ll fall in love someday?’
chan’s odd, unprovoked question nearly made you choke on the strawberry-lychee juice you were trying so hard to savor. worse, your heart also took a hit from it—which, frankly, you should have been preparing yourself for from the day you realized that your hiking heart bpm whenever chan was sitting a little too close was not exactly a normal reaction between friends.
“yeah,” you barely managed to quip a reply, setting your half-empty paper cup on the coffee table across the tan leather couch before chan could send another unwarranted hit on your poor heart. “i mean, didn’t you have a few relationships before?”
well fuck—now he’s going to elaborate, isn’t he. good job, dumbass.
sometimes you wonder why you’re trying so hard to be a good friend when you do realize it will only further tighten the chains wrapped around your chest. does bambam have some alcohol in the fridge? also, where the fuck is he?
“fair point,” a long sigh escaped his lungs as chan fully leaned onto bambam’s ridiculously large sofa, eyes tracing whatever interesting shape he could find on the ceiling of their still-missing friend’s apartment, “but i wonder if those feelings were actually… love, you know? not merely infatuation?”
“i don’t, actually,” you playfully snickered, hoping the faint smile on your lips would help in numbing the dull ache spreading on your chest. “i mean, as far as my experience goes, i think it has always been love for me.”
“and how does that feel?”
“how?” the faint urgency in his voice pulled your line of gaze towards chan—unexpectedly meeting his pair of curious brown eyes, and you sighed. are you really going to say it?
you were preparing a joke, really. deflecting, avoiding his question, all that thing.
you really were.
and you know, with every part of your bones, you’re probably going to regret this.
“uh, well, it feels like…”
the butterflies when i see your name lit up my phone screen.
the odd twist in the pit of my stomach when i hear you talk about that new friend you made and how you thought they were beautiful.
the way my lips followed yours into a smile when you excitedly told me about a new song idea and how spring flooded my chest when you said it’s our little secret.
the sudden void when you told me you asked that new friend of yours to go out for dinner, and how my heart went numb when you brightly exclaimed that it would technically count as a first date.
an excruciatingly long roller coaster of emotions,
an endless hike under the scorching summer sun,
a long night staring at where the waves breaks,
and yet…
“it was home.”
“…home?”
“yeah,” you shrugged, fingers hiding inside the sleeves of your hoodie while you pull your knees closer to your chest, “home.”
“it’s everything that is good, everything that’s not quite there, and yet you can’t help but find yourself longing for every piece of it. you accept that it’s not going to be perfect and never will be, and yet you’re still willing to continuously nurture that feeling because, well, you love them, and even if it eventually didn’t work out… you’d still think it’s worth the effort to try.”
you don’t know what the silence between you now meant.
you don’t know, and probably would never want to find out.
you’d hate to know who he thinks about when he opens his mouth,
and you’d forever thank bambam for his impeccable timing with bags full of thai foods in his hand.
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ZENDAYA EATING A PIZZA!
TOUGH LOVE RANT!
Hi now that I’ve got your attention
I’m going to yell at you
Cuz I love you but y’all killing me with this
“I have the urge to move”
Or my favorite
“I didn’t get symptoms”
Mmmm this one is ultimate favorite
“How do I enter the void?”
😃
Sweetie what do you think my posts are about???
How to find the tooth fairy?
Please stop asking me that when it’s literally in ALL MY POSTS
I literally got blocked cuz I was asked over and over again
By someone I thought was a friend
How to get in the void
I told her
It’s in my posts
Read my posts
I guess she didn’t wanna do that
All you’re doing is meditating
Yall act like you have to clean a whole warehouse or work a 10am to 2am shift!
Like it’s giving
“Omg I have to lay still and affirm and breathe and actually be relaxed and ignore the 3D which I hate anyways and leave this physical plane to go to my 4D which is pretty much me in my most powerful and purest state to gain peace and comfort and manifest my desires because I was born to do this and then wake up with my desires because it’s literally so easy ugh that’s too much it’s soo hard!!
SOME OF YALL ARE GIVING THAT EXACT ENERGY
Im not comparing trauma or anything everything you’re going through is valid
But somebody is probably going through something so horrible
And they don’t know about the void state or manifestation in general!
YET YOU DO!!
Because guys I love you but you’re all asking the same thing over and over and over again
It’s driving me insane
Every post I make is about the void
What it is and how to get in
If my account was about making bagels
Would you ask me
“Do you make bagels?”
You see what I mean?
I love you so much but stop asking the same thing
And I made a post on boundaries
Still had someone asking me to enter the void for them
How am I gonna take time out of MY DAY
To enter the void for someone with the SAME POWER AS ME!!!!
That’s like helping a genius with his homework
You already know how to do it tf you asking me for????
😐
Bro
What do you think the void is???????
It’s not Disneyland
It’s not your mamas house
It’s not a Beyoncé concert
STOP TREATING IT LIKE ITS THE MOST DIFFICULT THING EVER OR THAT ITS OUT OF REACH OR OH I ONLY GET IN IF IM LUCKY
IT IS LITERALLY NOT!!!
There’s is no luck when it comes to the void
I’m not gonna keep repeating myself
Everyone on here keeps telling yall the same things
Yet you still ask
How to enter
Or
Complaining about not having symptoms
BECAUSE YOU GOT USED TO IT THATS WHY YOU HAVE NO SYMPTOMS ANYMORE AND EVEN IF YOU DO IDC IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOUR WHOLE BODY IS BEING DRAGGED ACROSS THE MF ROOM IGNORE IT YOUR SYMPTOMS IS APART OF THE 3D REALITY
WHY?
BECAUSE THEY ARE APART OF YOUR BODY AND YOUR BODY IS PHYSICAL THIS WHOLE REALITY IS PHYSICAL THERES NO POWER HERE YOU ARE THE 4D!!!!
THATS WHERE THE POWER IS AND ITS POWERFUL BECAUSE OF YOU
ITS ALWAYS BEEN YOU AND IT WILL ALWAYS BE YOU YOU HOLD THE POWER YOU ARE THE REASON WHY YOU EITHER ENTERED OR HAVENT BECAUSE ITS BASED ON YOUR ASSUMPTIONS
THE 3D IS A PHYSICAL REFLECTION OF YOU
YOU DONT LIKE IT RIGHT???????
OK MEDITATE
How???
BITCH JUST LAY THERE FOCUS ON YOUR BREATHING AND YOUR PEACE
AT THIS POINT SAY
FUCK MY DESIRES IMMA GET THEM ANYWAYS
IF YOUR ONLY GOAL FOR THE VOID IS TO MANIFEST YOUR DESIRES
YOU’RE GONNA GET IN ANYWAY BUT YOUR GOAL SHOULD INCREASE WITH EVERY STEP
WHEN YOU LAY DOWN FOCUS ON JUST FINDING PEACE AND CONNECTING WITH YOUR SELF DEEPLY FUCK THOSE SYMPTOMS FUCK ANY 3D REACTIONS IF YOU GET NO SYMPTOMS EVEN BETTER NOTHING TO DISTRACT YOU
IF YOU GET SLEEPY KEEP AFFIRMING YOU’LL WAKE UP IN THE VOID
DIDNT WORK?
DO IT AGAIN
“But I’m_(excuses)”
NOPE
DO IT AGAIN THIS IS FOR YOU NOT JUST YOUR DESIRES BUT YOU ARE GOING HOME TO GET THE PEACE YOU DESERVE
THE 4D IS YOUR HOME ITS CALLING YOU!!
YOU CREATED IT THE UNIVERSE TRYNA LET YOU KNOW WHOS BOSS
THAT BOSS IS YOU
SO LIKE A BOSS
GO TO WORK
GET WHAT YOU DESERVE
STOP COMPLAINING STOP RESEARCHING GET OFF OF HERE NOW!!
AND STOP USING ME AS YOUR VOID COACH I MAKE POSTS TO INSPIRE I RESPOND TO DMS FOR ASKS THAT I HAVENT ALREADY COVERED IF YOU NEED A QUESTION READ MY POSTS BEFORE YOU ASK
Not to be rude but you might get blocked if you ask
“How to enter the void?”
Bro
ALL MY POSTS TALK ABOUT THAT
Quit overcomplicating
You made the void
It exists because of you
Put YOURSELF on a pedestal not anything or anyone
Sometimes I feel like yall just use me and other blogs on here to get info on something we already talked about on our posts
Just for you to get mad when we get fed up with repetitive questions
BLOCK ME THEN BUT IM NOT ABOUT TO BABY YOU IM TELLING YOU THE TRUTH THE POWER LIES WITHIN YOU GIRLIE
READ BEFORE YOU ASK BABY
If this still doesn’t help you
Idk what else to say
I love you much love 🩵
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Les (Part 2)- Christopher & Matthew Sturniolo
Summary: THE BOYS ARE FIGHTINGGGGG!! read part 1 if you don’t understand!!
Warnings: Angst-ish, cursing, use of Y/N, talks of sexual interactions, THREESOMEEEEE, degradation, P in V, crying, unprotected sex (don’t even think about it), praising, Dom!chris!, Dom!Matt, Sub!reader, multiple orgasms
A/N: LOVE TRIANGLE WHO?! This is my first OFFICAL threesome please be nice LOL
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For the past few days, Chris hasn't texted me, big fucking surprise, I mean I could understand why, you see the girl you've been ‘in love’ with but ‘not ready’ for a relationship with her, and seeing her with your brother could hurt you but I mean he put this upon himself.
Matt on the other hand has been an absolute angel, actually talking to me, and joking around with me, and we've been fully transparent with each other about things, it's been way different than Chris, I still love Chris but Matt is so good for me. I eventually told Matt how long Chris and I were sleeping together, and his jaw clenched and his fist tightened. I mean at first Matt and I were just playing around with Chris to see if he'd actually care that I was flirting with his brother. Chris did care, but never showed it according to Matt he ‘knows when Chris is upset’, and he was. But after the first 3 days, I don't think I was ‘playing’ anymore.
Today, Matt and I agreed to go on a ‘trial’ date. Basically to see if Chris would act on his feelings towards me or if he remain on his strike to stay silent.
I figured since I was testing Chris I'd wear an outfit I knew he'd always loved on me: a tight white tube top with bows around the top, with a flowy short skirt and a cardigan over it, and obviously my Converse.
I got into my car and drove to the triplet's house, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as I drove through the quiet streets. When I arrived, I parked the car and made my way to the front door, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, my heart racing with anticipation. After a few moments, the door opened, and to my surprise, Chris was standing there, smiling warmly at me.
“Oh hey Y/N, I wasn't expecting to see you here” he smiled pulling me into a hug “Are you here to take pictures with Nick? You guys got the same vibe going on” he chuckled softly allowing me in the house, and guiding me up the staircase.
“Oh um no” I smile softly, but before I have time to tell him what I am actually here for, matt runs in the living room.
“Y/N, don't you look beautiful” he smiles taking my hand and spinning me around jokingly while Chris has a puzzled look on his face. “You ready” his hand remains intertwined with his.
“Ready for what? Where are you guys going?” Chris says plopping on the couch.
“I'm taking Y/N on a picnic” Matt replies smiling down at me.
Chris’ jaw tightens and his eyes darken with anger. “So are you guys like a thing now or what?” he says in annoyance.
“No” i quickly say.
“Chris if you actually knew how to treat a girl, you would know that they actually like being taken out on a date and not just fucked and then escorted out,” Matt says gripping my hand tighter.
“Y/N what the fuck? You told him?” Chris stands up clenching his fist.
“Was that a problem?” I spit.
“Considering we SWORE to keep it a secret, yes it fucking is,” he says coming closer to Matt and me “and now you're fucking around with my brother? Low blow Y/N” he continues
“It honestly shouldn't matter to you who I'm fucking around with and who I'm not” I cross my arms over my chest “I poured my entire heart out to you about how I felt and you completely ignored it because you enjoy fucking around with girls who are probably carrying around diseases that you can't wash off with Ajax,” I say rolling my eyes
“I told you my feelings Y/N, I'm not sure why you're being all dramatic,” he says shrugging his shoulders.
“Chris I'm not being dramatic, you quite actually told me, ‘I'm not sure what to tell you’ when I told you EXACTLY how I felt,” I say raising my voice a little as Matt grabs my hand and rubs small circles on the top of my hand, which only infuriates Chris more.
“Whatever Y/N,” he says plopping back on the couch “but just remember who makes you cum, cause last time I checked that's me, Matt may look like me but I and you both know I'm the only one who makes you cum like that, every fucking time,” he says shoving chips in his mouth.
“Chris, Matt and i haven't had sex, Jesus” i could tell that my comment made matt a little shy, i mean we talked about it but it's not like we ever had the idea to.
“Wow, so now you're not sleeping with guys on the first date? When did you turn so classy?” Chris says shooting me a faux smile.
“Says you, according to everyone else in this house you bring girls in and out of here, Chris you've never taken me on one fucking date, not like I ever asked but for someone who constantly says how in love with me he is as he's balls deep in me, you'd assume that maybe he's got some feelings towards me,” I say practically dragging matt out of the house.
“No no hold on,” Chris stops us. “How about, after your little pitty date with my brother, let's see which one of us can make you cum better,” he says smirking.
I look over at Matt almost for approval, his face brightens at the idea of the possibility of proving himself better to Chris. “Deal” Matt says smirking at me shooting me a wink.
“Fine Chris whatever you want, you got it” i say tugging at Matts hand as a signal of exiting the house.
As soon as Matt and I stepped into his car, I felt the wind blowing through my hair. I looked outside the window as we pulled out of the driveway and hit the road towards the park. The sun was shining bright, and the chirping of the birds was the only sound I could hear. We were heading to the park to have a lovely picnic date, and I was hoping to leave behind what had just happened back at the house. Despite the beautiful surroundings, my mind couldn't help but wander back to the events that had taken place before we left.
“Hey you alright,” Matt says breaking my trance as he places his hand on my knee.
“Yeah, I'm good, I'm sorry about what happened back there,” I say softly smiling
“Oh about Chris? Don't even worry, I figured something along those lines was gonna happen considering how possessive he is over you” Matt says smiling almost as if nothing was bothering him or like he didn't agree to have a threesome with me and his fucking brother.
“Chris does not get possessive over me, that's for sure, he was only possessive when we would… you know” my voice trails off.
“Oh no you should have heard the way he talked about you when you weren't there, nick and I may not have known you guys were fucking but we definitely knew how pussy whipped he was” Matt chuckles to himself.
“Okay well I may not have heard Chris when I wasn't there but can we just leave the Chris topic behind till we get back to the house” I say laughing and leaning my head against the headrest looking at Matt through my lashes.
“Anything you want, you got it sweetheart” he smiles back at me placing his hand back on my thigh and rubbing back and forth.
When we finally reached the spot that had been designated by Matt for our picnic, I couldn't contain my excitement and started giggling like a kid. The area was a small clearing surrounded by tall trees, with rays of sunshine filtering through the leaves, bathing the ground in a warm glow. Matt carefully spread out a checkered picnic blanket, and arranged an array of delicious food and drinks on top of it. The colorful spread looked like something straight out of a gourmet magazine. I couldn't help but appreciate the effort he had put into making everything look so beautiful and inviting.
“Oh my god Matt this looks beautiful,” I say smiling down at the set up.
“I know you wanted this to just be a trial date but i honestly couldn't help myself but go overboard with everything” he says nervously chuckling and scratching the back of his head.
“No no, this is perfect, I've never really been on a date like this before, this is perfect, and oh my god chocolate-covered strawberries? THESE ARE MY FAVORITE” I squeal out of excitement and pull Matt down so we're both sitting on the blanket.
“I remembered from that Galentines Day thing you had with Nick one time and you had devoured like 10 of those” he chuckles softly.
During the remainder of the date, we had an amazing time. It wasn't just a superficial conversation, but we truly engaged with each other and actively listened to what the other person was saying. We discussed various topics, ranging from our interests and hobbies to our beliefs and values. The conversation flowed naturally, and we both felt comfortable sharing personal stories and experiences. It was a refreshing change from the typical small talk that often dominates first dates. Overall, it was a truly enjoyable experience.
As we were making our way back to the house, my mind was preoccupied with various thoughts, and I completely forgot about the unsettling encounter with Chris earlier. However, as we approached our destination, a sudden wave of anxiety washed over me, and my nerves kicked in. The fear and the excitement of the unknown and the possibilityof having both of them inside of me was flooding every other thought in my brain.
Upon our arrival at the house, after a somewhat long but seemingly short and peaceful drive, Matt and I made our way inside while holding hands and giggling like school children. However, to my surprise, I did not find Chris sitting on the couch as he usually does, and I couldn't hear Nick giggling or talking to anyone in his room like he often does.
“Chris? Nick?” Matt yells from the kitchen
“You think they left?” i say nervously
“Maybe” Matt says as he moves me so I'm facing him now and both of his hands rest on my hips looking down at me.
“Are you gonna keep looking at me like you wanna kiss me? Or are you gonna actually kiss me” My smile turns into a smirk as a little grin appears on his lips.
“If that's an invitation I'll gladly take it” he mutters as his face gets closer to mine pulling me closer by my hips and pressing his lips against mine passionately.
As Matt and I stood close to each other, lost in the moment, the sound of someone clearing their throat suddenly interrupted us. I turned my head towards the hallway and saw Chris leaning against the wall, his eyes fixed on us. Embarrassed and caught off guard, I quickly took a step back from Matt. We both jumped at the sudden intrusion and felt our faces flush with embarrassment.
“Chris I didn't know you were here” matt says scratching the back of his head
“I made Nick go shopping and told him I was inviting someone over and wanted the house to myself,” Chris says smirking. “So did you consider our little bet, Y/N” he continues.
“Look, Chris, I'm only gonna agree to it if Y/N says she's 100% comfortable with it, I'm not like you, I'm not gonna assume she wants to do something and pressure her into doing something she doesn't want to” Matt defends
“Then you obviously don't know her the way I do, believe me,” Chris chuckles “She's an absolute freak, I know all her sexual fantasies, so what do you say, Y/N? Are you down?” he comes closer looking at me.
I look down playing with my bracelet on my wrist thinking for a moment. Would it be wrong to fuck both? How experienced was Matt? God, I wonder if that theory of twins was right. He's a triplet though but could he and Matt have the same dick size?
“You know what? Fuck it, but only if you two are down” I say shrugging my shoulders.
“DOWN,” Both Chris and Matt say in unison
Chris runs up to me throwing me over my shoulder as he guides me to his bedroom and Matt follows shortly behind him. Chris kicked his door open and carefully threw my body on his bed.
“Strip,” Chris says eyeing me up and down as both sets of blue eyes gaze down at me in pure lust.
My arms wrap around my torso pulling my shirt off and throwing it on the other side of the bed. I lift my hips up to shimmy my skirt down my legs and kick my skirt off leaving me bare considering i wore nothing under my dress.
“God you're such a whore wearing nothing underneath that outfit” Chris chuckled.
Matt smiled down as his eyes traveled down from mine and followed every curve of my body.
“I'm gonna let matt have first go only cause I've been between your legs many times before” Chris smirks.
Matt pulled my entire body down so my legs hung off the bed and immediately dipped his head down leaving small kisses down my thighs as his mouth kisses my clit making my hips jerk up and a smile appears on both Matt and Chris's Lips.
Chris slides around to the other side of the bed and places his legs on either side of my waist as Matt's tongue moves in between my folds collecting my taste.
“Oh fuck Matt, god you're so good” my back arches onto Chris’ chest as his hands begin to twist and fiddle with my nipples.
“Someones enjoying themselves” Chris chuckles in my neck as he places wet kisses from my jawline down my neck.
Matt smirks as his tongue flicks upwards to my clit. He lifts his head a little and brings his fingers to my mouth “Open” he sternly says.
My mouth obeys and his fingers glide into my mouth swirling my tongue around his ring and middle finger before he abruptly removes them and glides them into my needy hole and slightly curls them up hitting that soft gummy part of my insides.
My hips jerk upward “FUCK” I moan out burying my head in Chris’ neck causing him to chuckle.
“You like having both of us, don't you?” he spits out sucking purple marks down my neck.
“So close” I moan out as Matt's head lifts up just using his fingers and moving them up and down as his lips go between his teeth watching how my body moves in Chris's arms, observing how my sounds got louder as I got closer.
“Should we let her cum?” Chris says smirking to Matt.
“P-please” I stutter out as my eyes roll behind my head.
“Cum” Matt says as his pace with his fingers moved at an ungodly pace.
With his words, the knot in my stomach snapped and my legs began shaking as my orgasm dripped out of me and onto Matts's fingers.
“Flip,” Chris says in my ear.
I obeyed and flipped over on my stomach as both boys began undressing. I couldn't take my eyes off both Matt and Chris, my eyes flickered between the two, I've had sex with Chris thousands of times but each time was always so different. Seeing Matt bare in front of me I couldn't quite stop staring. He wasn't as big as Chris but his gerth made up for the lost inches.
“You see something ya like sweet girl,” matt says softly.
I swallow the lump in my chest and nod at him. A smile appears on both their faces. Matt walks around the bed to where my ass is and Chris kneels on the bed facing me.
“Why don't you use that pretty little mouth for something useful eh?” Chris takes my chin between his fingers and glides his thumb across my lip before rubbing his dick along my lips. “Be a good girl and open ya mouth for me” Chris smiles down at me.
I nod opening my mouth and taking the majority of his length in my mouth using my hand to pump the rest that wouldn't fit. Chris throws his head back and groans.
Matt smirks at the way I obey Chris’ commands and rubs his dick through my folds and slaps my clit a little making a muffled moan escape my lips sending vibrations through Chris.
Matt pushes his cock in my hole that's already clenching around the air and immediately bottoms out. “Fuck me,” he groans out “god damn you are so fucking tight” he begins to start thrusting in me pushing me farther down chris’ cock causing a Gagging noise.
“Your mouth is fucking perfect,” Chris says as he moves the hair out of my face.
Matt’s thrusts sped up as the sound of my moans was muffled by Chris’ dick being shoved farther down my throat making my eyes roll back. “I think she likes having both of her holes used hm?” Matt taunts.
I remove my mouth from Chris as Matt pushes my hips down into the mattress feeling the pit of my stomach drop as he reaches the deepest part in me as a pornographic moan comes out of my lips. “Oh fuck, Matt” I squeal out.
Chris moves my head back on his cock making a makeshift ponytail and forcing my head down deeper onto him as his eyes roll back at the feeling of hitting deep in my throat. “Fuck ma, you're throat takes my cock so fucking good” he groans out.
I start clenching around Matt signaling I was close to finishing as if my legs shaking wasn't a clear indication. “Are you close baby” Matt groans “You're clenching around me so good” he smiles devilishly.
“Mhm,” I mumble out.
“Fuck” Chris groans “You're gonna swallow every ounce,” he says forcing my eyes to look upon his. As he thrusts into my mouth a couple of times before finishing in my mouth as his hot ropes of cum coat my throat. “Show me” he grabs my throat as Matt still thrusts in me. I obeying stick my tongue out to show him i swallowed. “Good girl” he smiles down at me slapping my cheek very lightly.
“Fuck!” i scream out “c-close” i grab Chris's hand as my close orgasm becomes unbearably intense.
“Cum, Cum all over my fucking dick” matt grunts out slamming his cock deep into me.
Before I could even think about his words my orgasm squirted out of me and drenched his lower half and the bed. Matt chuckles giving me a couple more thrusts and groaning out as he paints my once-pink walls, white. My body went limp against Chris’ body causing him and Matt to chuckle.
“Are you alright Y/N” Matt asks placing his hand on my lower back.
“Mhm,” I start “That was the most intense orgasm I've had in a WHILE,” I say picking myself up off Chris and sitting on the bed trying to regain myself.
“I could see why Chris was so pussy whipped” matt chuckles.
“I fucking told you she's fucking incredible” Chris chimes in.
“I'm literally right here Chris,” I softly laugh “Can I wear one of you guys’ clothes? I don't feel like getting mine back on”
“On it” both boys said at the same time.
“I'll get her a hoodie” matt says rushing to his room.
“I'll grab the pants” Chris walks over to his drawer tossing me a pair of pants as Matt walks back in tossing me one of his hoodies.
Chris and Matt both throw on the clothes they previously had on and I throw on the clothes I had borrowed.
My mind was flooding with reminiscing thoughts of the recent event that had just happened while Matt and Chris just acted like nothing happened but I brushed it off and just wanted to let things happen as the day progressed.
“So can we watch a movie or DoorDash some food?” i say breaking the science of all of us just sitting in Chris's bedroom
“Absolutely,” they say in unison.
“Get me some Alfredo” I smile at them.
“Already had it in my cart” Chris laughs.
After they had ordered the food both of them laid down next to me and handed me the remote, I turned it on to Gossip Girl and Chris instantly adjusted himself as this was the show we watched every time I came over to spend the night.
“Wait did chuck sleep with her? I thought he was with Blair?” Chris says turning to me.
“No remember Chris, Blair, and Chuck broke up when Chuck slept with Dan’s sister,” I say laughing
“Woah woah” Matt starts “Chris actually watches this shit with you?” Matt chuckles.
“Shut up” Chris groans out of embarrassment.
“Oh yeah and he fucking loves it” I add
“I'm so lost,” Matt says shaking his head smiling.
“I'll catch you up one day,” I say smiling at Matt
“So where does this leave us” Chris says more seriously as he turns his head to both Matt and I.
“Just shut up, for now, Chris, I don't wanna worry about what girl you're gonna bring home after I leave, just let me watch this” i breath out.
The thought of where Chris and i’s relationship was gonna go wasn't in my head until he brought it up. But now I'm facing another problem. What am I gonna do with matt? He was absolutely amazing and his dick game was no fucking joke. But in the wise words of Katherine Pierce “it's okay to love them both, i did”
And i happen to love both of them.
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A/N pt 2: AHH SO HERES LES PT 2, I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! i don’t plan on making this a series but i hope you guys loved it!! also if you can’t tell i love gossip girl lol ALSO TYSM FOR 600 FOLLOWERS!!
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Hear me out…. Nathan taking care of his girl when she’s going through sub-drop after an intense session
I am hearing you <3 (Also sorry this took forever!)
Sub Drop
Nathan Bateman x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • request info • ko-fi •
Warnings: swearing, Nathan being a softie, Nathan picking up reader (he doesn't care what size you are, it's HAPPENING.), typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!
Word Count: 501
While I fully believe that Nathan has read every single book on BDSM and knows exactly what to do when someone experiences a sub drop, I also believe that the second it happens all his knowledge goes out the window.
Just for a minute.
He’s so used to fucking robots that interacting with a real person who does things outside of his control (or ability to press the off switch) makes his brain go errrrrrmmmmmmmmm…
He then gets annoyed with himself for A) forgetting knowledge and B) not being helpful when you’re going through something because no matter what he pretends, he cares about you and the idea of you going through a bad time (a real bad time not a sexy-oh-no-but-not-really bad time) makes him feel helpless.
And he does not like feeling helpless.
Asks if he can touch you, hold you, stroke your back and press little kisses to your cheeks and neck.
He wraps you in the softest blanket he has and refuses to do anything without you. It’s like working on a computer problem for him, he can’t stop trying to ‘fix’ it, make you feel better.
If he’s coding/working you’re on his lap, holding you against his chest while he types.
If he’s working out, then it’s New Work Out Time, which includes carrying you around the house. It doesn’t matter what size/shape you are, he’s carrying you. Deal with it. He needs to get his reps in. No, he isn’t putting you down. No, you have no choice in this.
If he’s cooking (for both of you) he’ll put a chair in the kitchen close to where he’s working so he can kiss your forehead every minute.
Asks you what you want. A favourite food/drink? He’s making it for you now. A bath/shower? He’s in there with you. Cuddles? It’s already happening. Watch something? TV’s already on. Just talk? Would you like to hear about 17th century sword making processes? Don’t worry about why he’s been researching that right now.
Reassures you however he can. Despite how he likes to come across, he’s a big softie. He does not like seeing you in pain or distress. He will word vomit about how much he cares about you. (He will be a big grump if you bring this up when you feel better.)
He doesn’t like if you have a sub drop because he feels like it’s a bad reflection on him. He doesn’t blame you for it at all, just himself. Thinks he should have done things differently, taken better care, been better for you. He’s misjudged the system, made you feel bad. He has to fix this.
When you’re better, you end up having to reassure him that it wasn’t his fault. (Which he doesn’t like, because he doens’t want to make you feel like he’s putting things on you.)
He’ll ask if you want a massage, which he has to stop after 2 minutes because he has a boner.
Thank you for reading!
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I HAVE BEEN HIT WITH A VISION FROM THE ELDER GODS!
You can see from miles away that Bi Han is touch starved as hellll, im talking STARVING.... so I honestly see that man just feeling turned on from simple kisses. Like, 1 min of kisses, BAM, ready to go! I feel like that intimacy may get him going, since thats a rare thing in his life
This isn't a request for a fic ( unless you want it to be 👀 ) but I am obsessed with Bi Han and I just realised this while drinking my coffee this morning
Just Some Kisses
Prior notes: I fuck with your vision! So I did something short cause how could I not work with that even though this was not originally a request.
Pairing: Bi-Han x Gn reader
Warnings ‼️: Suggestive hehe
You were feeling extra lovey today. Just the sight of your boyfriend made you all giggly and your heart warm up like a cast iron on a hot Arizona day in July. Okay, maybe not that hot but you get the picture. Fresh baked cookies kind of warm. Yeah, that’s better.
You were practically skipping over to Bi-Han’s office where you strolled in all innocently. He didn’t look up but he knew it was you walking in. Usually you would sit next to him or anywhere else in his office when you came to spend time with him. Nope. Today was different. Your seat would be Bi-Han himself.
You came closer to Bi-Han and started straddling his lap. You caught him by surprise. This was the first time you ever did this. He’s not complaining surprisingly.
He was about to question you until he felt your lips on his face. All over his face actually. You were leaving kisses wherever you could as you held his face in a loving manner. His cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, even neck. You didn’t see it but Bi-Han was starting to blush. Awww he likes it.
He didn’t know what to do with his hand. No one has ever done this to him or given him this much attention. His hands were gripping the arms of his chair while you were kissing his neck. You heard him make a low growling noise that you took as a sign of delight. You were right but he was also struggling to contain himself.
When you started making out with him that was the hardest part for Bi-Han. Feeling your soft lips against his was pleasurable torture especially once you slipped your tongue into his mouth. Your hands were feeling him up. One hand was sliding down his chest while the other went to his hair, letting his hair down from its once tight bun. Damn! This felt too fantastic for him. Your fingers running through his hair was the final nail in the coffin. You felt his hands grab onto you and squeezed you gently. He let out a groan before tearing his face away from you.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” You asked innocently.
Oh you sure did do something.
Bi-Han pushed you down on his lap more and you finally felt his hard on. How the heck did you miss his bulge?! You saw how embarrassed Bi-Han was. He was all hot and bothered, not very used to being kissed, touched, and loved this much. You didn’t even mean to get him started like this. The man was really struggling to hold himself back. He froze the arms of the chair trying to contain himself. But now that you know…ah fuck it!
With one arm he picked you up while the other arm swept his desk clean of anything. Every paper and writing utensil fell to the ground. He placed you on his desk, pressing himself against you. Now you’re the priority. The work can wait, he can’t. He’s all horned up and ready to go! Don’t make him wait any longer after you teased him like that.
You didn’t even mean it but okay, go off I guess.
Well, hope you have fun—oh my gosh
Oh damn is he gonna pay to fix your clothes?
Wow, i didn’t know you were that flexible!
I’ve never seen that position before WHEN DID HE LEARN THAT?!
You two are making a lot of noise…oh…he wants that…cool.
The desk is squeaking HAVE SOME MERCY!
Woah! Alright! That’s a lot that came out!
You uh…you need a tissue? Or some Bounty paper towels? A towel actually?
He definitely was touched starved, ohhh mighty.
After notes: You spat this vision out at me. I’m more of a tea vision kind of person but coffee visions work too.
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hello hello how are u!!?
i’ve been rereading a few of ur fics hehe i just wanna say that i love ur writing omfg like yes plz i wanna eat the words
ok ok so i’d love to know ur thoughts on a bully!patrick x reader?? he’s just so cocky and i’d love to see what would happen if he pushed *juuuuuust* a bit further…
maybe it’s their college years and he is practically jeering and ragging at the reader while she’s at her sports practice. i think patrick would like the way her face scrunches up in anger, but she ignores him because she knows better than to go back and forth due to his quick wit. he’d act like a schoolboy. i think he’d also like getting real up close and personal w her, but never touching. and maybe he’d even go as far as to pull at her hair. “accidentally”. hooooooo boy, and the sexual undertones within it all. reasons seemingly unknown, but i believe he just has a crush on the reader, he’s being a hellish brat about it.
and reader enjoys is cuz patrick has a certain charm and he’s just so irresistible xxx but sometimes she wishes he was nicer to her but also where’s the fun in that?? and at certain times maybe he shows that he cares about her…like omg my heart
…ok i am so sorry for rambling i did NOT expect to go into such detail and also sorry if it’s a little corny😭😭😭 anyway, you don’t necessarily have to write headcanons or a fic, i more so would just love to hear ur thoughts on it, the whole bully aspect is really interesting (and hot) to me 🫢 ok again sorry for writing a whole novel in here hope ur having a good day! ur most recent fic was [chefs kiss] and im excited to read what u have cooking up x
omg i absolutely LOVE this concept!! what i immediately thought of was patrick and the reader being in very similar tennis circles (idk how tennis works so lets just assume that they're playing at similar events and reader is obviously playing w women) and like, at first, you cannot stand this man at all. like he always seems to find you before you play, or at your hotel after you've played, or at parties for the players, and he ALWAYS has something to say. a comment on your technique. a snide remark on how you played that day. a taunt about how you're never gonna beat the opponent you're playing against that day.
but the thing is... in a way, his bullying kinda helps you perform better? like he gets you so riled up and feeling so spiteful that you goes out onto the court and demolishes whoever you're playing against. so in a way it's kinda helpful... but also fucking annoying.
and like, at first you try to go back and forth with him but you literally never win the verbal spars so one day you just give up. and also part of you knows that he doesn't genuinely mean it?? maybe he even knows that his pestering is helpful to you and maybe thats why he does it?? but he is being an annoying pest regardless and you can't deal with him buzzing around your ear all the time and getting in your head before you play. so you just stop entertaining it.
but once you stop entertaining it, he gets kinda worried. like you've had this thing going on for a while and now suddenly you just don't care anymore. so now his gibes turn into questioning you CONSTANTLY. are you seeing someone? are you planning something?? what changed?? and when that doesn't work out for him he starts being nice to you. and thats when you start getting worried. i think this would make them have to admit their feelings to each other then BOOM happily ever after!!
i loveee this idea and it was so fun to think about! i'm usually a little iffy about bullying stuff buttt i could totally see it working in this context.
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I’m useless for much else (covid!) so I transcripted the video linked in the PinkNews article that’s been circulating today where David Tennant talks about trans issues.
Transcript of video below:
Attendee: Your career’s been my special interest for 4 years now.
DT: Wow.
Attendee: Umm so I didn’t grow up with Doctor Who cause I’m from the Netherlands and we don’t have like [?] so I got into it later and it really helped me through a tough time. Um, and you know, I’ve named myself Alonso after it.
DT: Yeah, brilliant!
Attendee: Um, anyway, I wanted to ask about like, maybe, your relationship with like, umm, gender, like, expression, like, masculinity and femininity, cause I always noticed like, even before you and Georgia became more vocal about trans rights that you were always like, not afraid to show like, femininity, and that inspires me to embrace it too, though I’m a bit traumatized by it cause I’m trans, um I wonder like, how has that changed over the years, if changed at all, cause I remember also reading something about like you in the 90s also being like, not afraid to be called gay or something.
[Inaudible other attendee, briefly]
Attendee: And that as well so like, I wonder now in this environment with more trans allyship and stuff, like has that for you personally changed at all?
DT: I don’t know that it’s changed as much as I — I’ve hopefully learned as that — as that community has found ways of defining itself, and, and has provided a sort of — You know, when I was a kid, the idea of, of being nonbinary wasn’t something that existed, it wasn’t a concept. Uh, and and, I’ve seen that emerge and people are able to express themselves through that and that only ever seems positive, as far as I can see. And I think that, that, the kind of weaponization of trans rights, gay rights — Actually, well actually, when I was a teenager, I remember gay rights being weaponized politically. And that always felt ugly. And nasty. And now, we look back on that 30 years later, and those people are clearly on the wrong side of history. And now, there’s a sort of similar weaponization of these topics being taken by mostly the right wing, or a certain section of society at least, trying to create friction, and conflict, and division where it needn’t be. Where — it’s just about people being themselves and not, you know, you don’t — you don’t need to be bothered about it! Fuck off and let people be! (Audience laughter) And that, that a bit, that’s — (audience claps) You know, it’s that sense of just wanting people to be allowed to exist. And I think that there, you know, that there are now ways of expressing gender, identity, sexuality, that are more nuanced than they once were, and that only seems to be positive. If that helps people know who they are and say who they are and communicate to the world who they are. So that, that’s my sense [inaudible, about 4 words] you know, where — it’s just common sense, really. And, and uh, I think there’s a really ugly, uhh, use of uh, uh, of these — Some people are being very, emm — what am I trying to say? (Audience laughter) (video ends)
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i had sex with a demon!?
incubus!nishimura riki x fem!witch!reader | smut
wc: 2.3k
warnings: incubus!riki, witch!reader, noncon elements, creampie, vaginal fingering, oral (fem receiving), mating press, cervix kissing, multiple orgasms, squirting, rikis a bit mean.. not proofread, sawry!
DON’T LIKE? DON’T READ!
“okay, don’t fuck this up ____” i whisper to myself as i light the final candle.
halloween night. i know what you’re thinking, girls your age are out partying and having a good time dressing as slutty as they could with little to no consequences. and you’re at home.
in all honesty, i would’ve joined them. smoked a bit, fooled around and maybe even fucked someone. but tonight i have better priorities. i am going to summon a demon.
i’ve been planning this for months and tonight is my only chance to get it right until next year and i’m determined to summon my first demon as soon as possible.
i mentally prepare myself before closing my eyes and reciting the saying i had memorized and chanting a name three times.
“noa. noa. noa.”
once i opened my eyes the first thing im greeted with is darkness. my candles had went out leaving a smokey scent. however before i could react my lights had began to flicker and the room started to lightly rumble against my bottom.
soon everything comes to a stop and i feel a breeze along my back as goosebumps slowly appeared across my skin.
“___..” i heard an ominous voice whisper in my ear in a low tone. slowly, ghosting touches begin to linger on my skin. a hand, trailing up my arms and shoulders leaving almost burning touches against them. the almost freezing room feeling hot as my skin burns to the touch.
not quite confident in answering to the voice, i hesitantly respond, “who are you?”
the voice chuckles sinisterly before responding. “im the one you called, of course.”
soon after that response the candles suddenly relight themselves revealing the mysterious figure in all its glory. a 6’3 Japanese boy dressed in a black muscle tee gray sweatpants with slightly chipped horns atop his head.
“riki?”
why is riki, my classmate, standing in this middle of the room? And more importantly why am i becoming aroused being in his presence?
he chuckles, sending chills down your spine. he takes long but slow paced strides across the room. eyes boring into your soul as he places a hand on your cheek, caressing your face.
“why are you shocked to see me? i’ve been here the whole entire time.”
you look at him confused before the memories start coming back.
“____ im sure you’ve heard of our our new student, nishimura riki before?” the assistant principal says as we walk towards office where i see an awkward looking japanese boy sitting one of the waiting chairs outside of the office.
i open my mouth to answer but before i can she cuts me off, “i’m sure you have. anyway i want you to show him around and make him feel welcome.” she says.
i glance over at the kid, sighing i begin to walk over to him. “hi my name is ____. im supposed to show you around” i say as i cross my arms waiting for him to acknowledge me.
the boy looks up, and he has a red glint in his eyes? wait, thats not right.
suddenly you’re pulled out of your memories when you feel a faint sting on your cheek and your head feeling dizzy.
“or should we refer back to the earlier part of this week?”
“have you guys ever noticed how odd that riki kid is?” i ask as i look down and pick at my food.
“who?” your friend, hanni, asks.
“riki?” i say confused as i look up at my friends, “the new kid in the class across the hall?” i question further.
“____we haven’t had a new kid since.. i don’t know when..” your other friend, rei, says.
i groan in frustration, “i understand he doesn’t exactly have a social status but now you guys are just being ridiculous” i say as i point behind them to riki who’s sitting in the corner table of the lunchroom.
rei and hanni look back before sharing a look and turning back to you. “ooookay..” rei says as she starts to put all her trash in the tray.
hanni follows her actions and begins to speak, “look ____, i dont know what you smoked before you came to school or if this is one of your witchy thing but you have to stop doing it before school because it’s seriously fucking with your mental.”.
they leave you alone at the table as you sit there dumbfounded with lingering eyes on you.
you feel yet another slap to your face, this one slightly harder as you lose balance and fall backwards onto your bottom.
he walks up to you again, kneeling down placing a hand between your legs causing you to instinctively clamp your legs around it.
he tsks, “i can’t tell if you fear me or if you want to fuck me..” he presses the palm of his hand into your clothed heat and proceeds to rub the tip of his middle finger up and down your clit.
he mutters to himself, “not that it matters, i’m just gonna fuck you anyway.”
your eyes start to swell with tears as soft sobs start to leave your mouth. “please dont.. “, you hiccup, “why are you here? why are you doing this to me?” you cry out.
he stops his ministrations, looking you dead in the eyes he responds, “because you desired me. you manifested me. you did this to yourself ____.” he moves his hands to tug at the waistband of your skirt and underwear roughly pulling them down.
“crying but you’re loving this treatment. you wanted to be fucked by me. thats why you summoned me right?” he lets out a dry laugh as he begins rubbing your folds up and down once more, this time spreading your wetness from your slick hole to your clit.
you sob out as you arch your back subconsciously, “s..stop” you cry out once more as you clamp your legs around him again and move your hands to wrap around his wrist, using all your strength to push him away.
“you’re too weak. how about instead of trying to act like you don’t want this, you just take it like you know you want to?” he says before delivering another smack to your face, this one just as hard as the first two smacks.
he then uses his free hand to cover your mouth and muffle your cries, “you’re so fucking annoying when you cry. it’s not like it’s gonna make me stop.” he mumbles as he suddenly thrusts two fingers into your hole.
you whine out against his hand, once again bucking your hips against his fingers and allowing your legs to spread open as you fall apart on his fingers.
“thats right.. just let it happen” he whispers as he removes his hand from your mouth and quickly replacing it with his own mouth.
the kiss is messy and heated, your saliva exchanging and your breaths heavy. his hand makes its way to your nape as to keep you from moving away from him. you didn’t plan on moving though. the kiss felt too good
he pulls away allowing you to moan into his mouth as your lips and the inside of your mouth tingle with an unfamiliar pleasure. you feel your body start to heighten its senses.
suddenly your shirt feels too tight around your body as your now hardened nipples rub up against it and your clit feeling way more sensitive as its exposed to the cool air in your room mixed with rikis warm occasional touches.
you wrap your arms around rikis neck and go to kiss him again but instead whining as you shift upwards and allow your nipples to rub and create a friction against your shirt.
“im.. im close..” you whimper out and pant as riki thrusts his fingers in and out of you at a fast speed.
riki takes the initiative and kisses you again, taking advantage of your open mouth to slip his tongue in. exploring your mouth as he snakes his free hand up your body, groping your breast and playing with your hardened nipples over your shirt.
you quickly pull away, moaning out louder than ever as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly. bucking your hips up and feeling squirts of your orgasm hit your thigh, coating both your inner thighs and rikis arm in your arousal.
riki slowly stops his fingers, riding you through your orgasm and gives you another kiss before removing his hand. he pops his fingers into his mouth groaning around them as he tastes you on his fingers.
he uses his hands to remove your shirt before pushing your bare body onto the cool hardwood floor. he watches as you arch your back off the floor and whine out as the cold air hits your now fully naked body.
he position his hands under your breast pushing them together before putting his thumb and index fingers on your nipples and pinching them.
“s..stop!” you mewl out at the pain and pleasure on your chest and bring your hands up ontop of his in an attempt to stop him.
he removes one of his hands and slaps you. he takes his now free hand and takes both of your wrist in it. he latches his mouth onto the new free nipple as he rolls and teases the other one between his fingers.
once your nipple is in his mouth, your back finally relaxes onto the floor. his tongue swirls around your areola and his teeth grazing across your nipple. in the midst of his wispy bangs he can see your mouth opened in pure pleasure, but no sound was heard.
unsatisfied with your reactions he bites your nipple somewhat harshly, forcing you to arch your back once more, and let out a loud whimper.
“such pretty noises from someone who seemingly didn’t want this” he teases before sticking his tongue out and licking your torso in small sections going downwards until he sits comfortably between your thighs.
he wraps his arms around your thighs before biting your inner thighs, occasionally sucking to soothe the bites and aid in marking you up.
his bites slowly get closer to your heat, his hot breath fanning over you. he lets himself take in the sight of you before diving in. his tongue runs over your folds and hovers over your clit. he licks small circles around your clit, making you squirm at the sensation.
he takes your clit into his mouth lightly sucking it causing you to arch your back. you let out soft breathy pants as he circles his tongue around your sensitive parts feeling his saliva start to drip out of his mouth and down into your hole.
he removes his mouth from sucking and licking on your clit downwards, collecting his saliva and your wetness before spitting the mix on your clit and going back to sucking on your clit.
you moan out as your hands fly to riki’s hair, guiding him back and forth as you spread your legs more. you buck your hips against his face while your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“i’m gonna cum again..” you whimper as you remove your hands from rikis hair to cover your mouth as tears swell up in your eyes.
as you reach your high, you attempt to buck your hips once more. only this time your hips are held down by riki, who had thrown an arm over your pelvis to keep you down as he licks and sucks you through your orgasm.
once you’ve calmed down, he pulls away, leaving a string of saliva as he pants and breathes against your cunt. he gives your clit one more suck before removing himself before between your thighs and onto his knees to kiss your lips once more.
before kissing you he starts to undress, starting by removing his shirt and revealing his toned body. he kisses you as he pulls his sweatpants and boxers down mid thigh.
riki hooks his hands under your knees and pushes them upwards towards your head.
he breaks the kiss and looks down at your messy cunt. “so messy..” he whispers before spitting on it and using his hand to guide his erection to rub against your clit and smear his precum and spit all over.
he kisses you again as he inserts his entire length inside of you without a warning, swallowing your moans and cries while doing so.
he pulls away from the kiss and listens to your moans, groaning as he feeds off your sexual energy. while allowing you to get used to his size, you could tell he’s easily larger than the few guys you’ve been with.
he starts his thrust again and with each thrust in and out of your cunt, you could feel you losing yourself with every fast hard thrust. after building a rhythm, he comfortably sits on his knees and pushes your knees farther upwards towards your head, going as deep as he possibly could.
after a particularly hard thrust, you feel the tip of his cock start to occasionally kiss your cervix, forcing you to let out loud, almost pornographic moans. riki groans to himself listening to your screams of pleasure and feeling you clench around his cock.
“i’m getting close..” you whine out as tears start to form and threaten to fall with each thrust. “cum for me baby. just let it all go..” riki whispers.
you orgasm and as you do you can feel yourself squirt once more, this time much more intense as your legs start to shake and twitch in rikis hands. your reactions send riki into his orgasm, making you feel full and warm. riki gives a couple more thrust before he pulls out.
“you did so good..” he smirks. “see? now we’re both happy. i got what i wanted and you got a good fuck.”
“h- huh..?” you say in your dazed and confused state.
“you really are stupid, aren’t you?” he asked sarcastically. “you fucked an incubus.” he chuckled before the lights flickered once more and turned off.
the lights cut back on and leaves you in the room alone forcing you to realize the reality of the situation. “holy shit.. i just fucked a demon..” you mumbled to yourself.
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↳ Index [Chapter 03 - Freundschaft]
• Freundschaft (German; noun: friendship)
Focus on Pairing: platonic!Yoongi x Taehyung
Warnings: so many fluffy sweet moments, they finally fucking talk it out, they're actually best friends i'm sorry i don't make the rules, no but seriously they both needed this moment, this is also very emotional actually, i'm sobbing i love them SO MUCH
Wordcount: 9.5k
a/n: *cries* i love them so much holy fuck
Yoongi and your grandparents stay downstairs for another hour before sleepiness starts to take a hold of them as well.
“Oh, I’m tired”, your grandmother says in a yawn.
“Me too”, your grandfather agrees, having to yawn as well.
Yoongi yawns with them, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t even realise how tired they were from using them all day. He never really gets tired eyes in the real world.
“Will you still stay up?”
“I think I wanna finish the chapter, yeah.”
“Alright”, your grandparents stands up.
“Well then, sleep tight my boy.”
“Oh, uhm, sleep tight too, H-Harald”, Yoongi stutters, feeling his cheeks heat up.
“Sweet dreams, dear.”
“You too, Agatha.”
They leave holding hands while Yoongi is left gawking at the empty room with a racing heart. They like him. Something inside him finally clicked which made him realise that he is actually liked by them.
Yoongi lowers his head, scrunching his face in giddiness. They like him. He continues reading with his mind going back to the interaction over and over again. It never loses its spark and maybe he plans on telling you about it tomorrow.
“Hyung?”
Yoongi lifts his eyes from the book. He already finished another chapter before being called. Taehyung is in front of him, wearing a jacket. He seems to come from outside as he smells like the night.
“Do you have some time?” he asks shyly.
“For what?”
“To spend it with me.”
Yoongi checks the clock.
“It’s half past eleven.”
“I know, but I wondered if perhaps we could go for a walk in the garden.”
“Did you ask the others?”
“Huh? Aren’t they sleeping already?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Do you want to go for a walk?”
“Fine”, Yoongi gives up and stands up with a sigh, “you’re not gonna leave me alone either way.”
“Thank you so much. Oh, how happy I am”, Taehyung says and hurries to the coat stand to pick up Yoongi’s jacket, “let me help you.”
“I can put on my own jacket”, Yoongi says and snatches it away, “I’m not gonna act like a lovedrunk idiot with you, just so you know.”
“So you won’t even hold my hand?”
“Don’t make this weird or I’ll leave.”
“Oh, I was merely joking with you”, Taehyung says, nudging his arm, “I am very well aware that you cannot seem to like me, which is very hurtful if I may mention it.”
“It’s nothing personal”, Yoongi says and puts on his shoes. He finishes his look with a headband which he pulls over his ears then goes to open the door, “let’s go. I wanna be done with it.”
Taehyung follows him outside, joining his side. Yoongi inhales deeply and exhales, sticking his hands into the pocket of his jacket to make sure Taehyung can’t hold them.
“Now we’re outside. It’s cold and dark. Is that what you wanted?”
“Please can you at least attempt to meet me with less hatred?” Taehyung asks.
Yoongi studies his features, “yeah, I’ll try. Where should we walk? It’s dark”, he mumbles with slight embarrassment in his voice.
“Follow me, I know the way”, Taehyung says and takes off.
Yoongi follows behind him. Fireflies guide their way. Taehyung seems to lead him to the animal shed. There is the faint red shine of the warming lamp in the distance.
“It’s peculiar isn’t it? To think that we lived centuries being able to see in the dark and now we are helpless.”
“Yeah, it’s weird.”
“We became so used to the conveniences.”
“Yeah.”
Lights flicker on just as they pass the lavender beds. Your grandfather installed motion sensor controlled garden lights along the path. They guide their steps, making it a lot easier to see.
“That’s better”, Taehyung says to which Yoongi agrees with a hum.
The two men walk a few steps and then Taehyung talks again.
“How have you accustomed to being human again?”
“It’s alright.”
“Truly?” Taehyung stops to turn and look at Yoongi, “you spent thousands of years wishing to be human and now that you are, you think it is merely alright?”
Yoongi touches the side of his neck, “it’s good”, he confesses, “I don’t feel comfortable discussing this with you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t feel comfortable with you.”
“You’re so cold to me”, Taehyung says and touches his heart, “it breaks my heart. Oh, why am I still trying to make you like me?”
Yoongi knows that he is joking. He lets a small scoff escape, reaching out to push at Taehyung’s chest gently.
“Walk, you brat”, he says and joins his side.
Taehyung glances at him, feeling happy. Yoongi is like a stray cat. One must be patient and give him space to make him comfortable. Only then will one be rewarded with warm moments.
The two men reach the animal shed.
“Here”, Taehyung says and tugs Yoongi to the right.
“Where are we going? The path’s that way.”
“I know, but I want to go this way.”
The automatic light flicker on. They pass them and disappear in the darkness again. New lights flicker on, showing them the way. At the end of the path a burning fire waits for them. There is a blanket and some pillows next to it.
“Are we going to the bonfire?”
“Yes indeed”, Taehyung says.
“Did you prepare a picnic?”
“Yes.”
Yoongi glances at Taehyung.
“I told you that I don’t wanna be romanced by you.”
“I am not trying to romance you, hyung. I am trying to bromance you.”
Yoongi scoffs at the silly wordplay, following Taehyung down the path despite his complaints.
“Fine. Any sign of you trying to make a move on me though and I’m gone.”
“I won’t make a move on you”, Taehyung promises and stops by the fire. He points at the blanket, “get comfortable.”
Yoongi follows even when he pretends to sulk. Taehyung takes off his shoes and gets on the blanket as well. Yoongi, who watched him, also takes off his shoes, stretching his feet to the fire afterwards. The warmth is intense, but he likes it. The night is really chilly here. Despite how warm the days are.
“What are you doing?”
“Preparing you a drink”, Taehyung answers him, “I also made a few snacks if you get hungry.”
“That’s what you were making behind me? Where I couldn’t look?”
“Indeed.”
“And you didn’t set the whole kitchen on fire?”
“As a matter of fact, I didn’t. You should trust me more, hyung. I am a very skilled cook.”
“Yeah sure”, Yoongi laughs.
“You offend me, hyung. I put a lot of effort into tonight”, Taehyung says as he pours red wine into a glass. He hands it to Yoongi, who accepts it. Once Taehyung filled his own glass, the two men clink glasses, avoiding eye contact. At least Yoongi does, Taehyung is very much staring at his face.
“To a lovely night.”
“Yeah.”
They drink the wine.
“And?”
“It’s good. It’d be better to let it breathe for a bit.”
“I agree, but it’s still very delicious. The richness of the grapes truly coats the entire tongue.”
“Mhm yeah.”
“Eat some cheese to it, hyung. I cut it myself”, Taehyung offers, pointing at a prettily done cheese board. He decorated it with flowers from the garden and cut some baguette to go with it.
“Thanks”, Yoongi says and picks up some brie.
“Here. Pair it with baguette and fig. It tastes wonderful this way.”
Yoongi allows Taehyung to prepare the perfect bite, but flinches back when he attempts to feed it to him.
“I’ll do it myself, don’t make it weird”, he mumbles.
“Very well”, Taehyung says, “you are such an anti-romantic.”
“I can be romantic.”
“Of course. How does it taste?”
“Good.”
“Oh how wonderful”, Taehyung giggles happily, “eat as much as you want, hyung. I made it just for this occasion.”
“Mhm.”
The two men share silence for a while. Yoongi doesn’t think the silence in itself is uncomfortable, but the fact that he has to share it with Taehyung. While Taehyung thinks the silence in itself to be uncomfortable as his mind scrambles to come up with topics to talk about. He doesn’t want Yoongi to feel as if coming with him was a waste of time.
“What do you think of the wine, hyung?”
“You asked me that already.”
“Indeed? Oh silly me. I apologise”, Taehyung says and fumbles with his hair. He downs his wine and prepares another glass.
Yoongi watches him from the corners of his eyes. The nervousness is practically wafting off of Taehyung.
“It goes well with the cheese”, Yoongi says.
“Indeed?”
“Yeah. It fits well”, Yoongi praises and finishes his own glass, “can I have another?”
“Yes of course. Drink as much as you want to and eat! Yes, eat just as much!”
“I will, Tae. Thanks.”
There is silence again, but it doesn’t feel that uncomfortable anymore. They drink wine, eat delicious cheese and share the warmth of the fire. Taehyung knows that Yoongi isn’t the person who always needs to talk a lot, so the silence doesn’t feel that heavy anymore. Yoongi seems content, he seems to enjoy the food and wine and he seems to enjoy the fire. Taehyung still wants to talk with him. He hasn’t had a proper conversation with him in ages.
“Did you work on new music lately?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful. What genre?”
“Acoustic. Yeah”, Yoongi touches the side of his neck shyly, “I like it lately.”
“Indeed? I believe it fits you, hyung.”
“Why?”
“Because acoustic reminds me of feeling at home. You seem to be at home these days.”
Yoongi looks away and lowers his head.
“I guess”, he whispers, hiding his hands in his sweater paws before stuffing them between his thighs shyly.
“Do you have some of your music here? I would love to listen to it.”
Yoongi hesitates at first.
“Please?”
“Okay”, he gives in and takes out his phone, “I uhm, saved them on my phone. They’re not finished yet, but I think that they’re already really good”, he says and presses play on a song.
The two men listen to it intently, sipping on wine and snacking on cheese. Yoongi is shy. Even a blind person could see so. He is shy, but not uncomfortable. In his own kind of way he seems even proud of himself. Yes, he really seems content with his own work.
The song finishes with Yoongi strumming on the guitar. Silence follows.
“Yeah, that’s it”, he murmurs, flinching in surprise when Taehyung starts clapping.
“Wow hyung, this was wonderful!” Taehyung exclaims, “I didn’t know that you could sing and oh so well at that.”
“Thanks. I think I sing well”, he agrees.
“You truly do. Your voice is very soothing and fits the genre very well. Do you have any idea on what you will call the song?”
“No, not yet. Maybe something nice.”
“Something nice would fit the melodies very well.”
Yoongi glances at Taehyung. He tilts his head to the side slightly. Taehyung meets his eyes.
“Do you really think it’s good?”
“Of course I do. I enjoyed it. Honestly.”
“Okay. Thanks”, Yoongi says and looks into his phone.
Taehyung glances at the screen. Yoongi is scrolling up and down on the same spot, almost as if he is waiting for Taehyung to ask him about it.
“Do you have more songs to show?”
“Yeah, I guess”, Yoongi says and presses play on the song. It starts off with the piano, but soon guitar and Yoongi’s gentle rapping joins the melody.
The two men listen to it as they drink and snack and share the warmth of the fire.
They each finish their drink in the middle of the song and so Taehyung makes it his task to refill their glasses. Yoongi thanks him with a silent nod. The song ends abruptly.
“I didn’t get to the end yet”, Yoongi says, “sorry, that was shit.”
“No, it wasn’t. It was wonderful.”
“Really?”
“Yes, truly. I love your music, hyung.”
“Oh”, Yoongi lets out and blushes vividly. Thankfully for him, the wine and the heat of the fire already turned his face red, so a new layer of blush goes unnoticed by Taehyung.
“I was actually wondering whether you could write melodies for me. Unless you have more songs to show”, Taehyung says.
“No, all the others are still rough drafts”, Yoongi says and glances at Taehyung “what do you mean with melodies?”
“Well, you see”, Taehyung begins and takes out his leatherbound notebook from the inside of his jacket, “I have this poem, which has such potential for a song, but I am terrible at composing”, he explains and lies down on his tummy. His feet still face the fire, he is propped up on his elbows.
Yoongi stays in the same position, craning his neck to look.
“Would you want to take a look?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Yoongi tries to see in the current position at first, but has to give up in the end. He lies down on his tummy as well, mirroring Taehyung’s position.
“It’s dark.”
Taehyung shines his phone flashlight on the pages.
“Does this help?”
“Yeah.”
The two men share silence. Yoongi reads and snacks while Taehyung stares at his face and feels nervous. It’s been centuries since he last showed his friend his poetry. And it has been even longer since he asked him to write melodies for him, maybe he never even did. Centuries make memories blur, so Taehyung can’t remember clearly. He feels nervous beyond recovery.
Yoongi ends the poem with a quiet hum.
“And? What are your thoughts on it?”
“It’s romantic.”
“Yes indeed. I thought about my favourite things to do with my loves and slow dancing came to my mind. So I wrote a poem about it.”
“It’s good”, Yoongi says and glances at him, “I have ideas for a song.”
“Truly? Oh hyung, this is wonderful news! I feel beyond delighted.”
“Do you want to make it jazz?”
“Yes! Yes, I would love to make it jazz!”
“Or maybe retro RnB with some jazz elements.”
“Oh hyung, you are truly a visionary. I love every idea you have. We could make it so that the instruments get a solo part to really make them shine.”
“Yeah, I like that.”
“We have to start working on it once we are back home.”
“Yeah.”
“We will finally be able to have our music nights again”, Taehyung says and caresses Yoongi’s upper arm gently.
“Yeah.”
Yoongi fumbles with the edge of the page. He doesn’t dare to flip it because it would invade Taehyung’s privacy.
“Do you want to see something else?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Taehyung flips through his notebook until he lands on the drawings he did for your bedroom.
“It’s not finished yet, but this is my vision for ___’s bedroom. I am thinking flowers and branches reaching from the ceilings. What do you think?”
“Yeah, it’s good”, Yoongi says, tracing the floral sketches with gentle fingertips.
“If you have any ideas which I could incorporate, please let me know.”
“I don’t know. I’m not good at painting. Or art.”
“Oh, that is a lie. You are talented.”
“Not like you. I can’t paint like you”, Yoongi says and shakes his head.
“Yes, but you have your own style. Wonderful and beautiful because it’s yours.”
Yoongi glances at Taehyung. The latter smiles at him, flustering Yoongi to the point where he has to hide away. He lies down on the blanket, resting his head on his own arm. Like this, he is looking up at Taehyung.
“I can’t paint, stop fucking around”, he hisses, but Taehyung merely chuckles and reaches down to caress Yoongi’s cheek with the back of his hand.
“Very well, you stubborn bastard”, he says and flips his hand so his fingertips were dancing along Yoongi’s temple. He ends the touch with a slow trace of Yoongi’s brow, retreating it afterwards to instead flip through his notebook.
Yoongi allowed it to happen with silence surrounding him and his eyes never once leaving his face. He keeps staring at him even after the touch stopped.
“I have another poem. Do you want to hear it?”
“Mhm.”
“It’s in our mother tongue. Ever since I am with Jungkook, I find myself thinking in this language more often. In a sense, this poem is dedicated to him.”
“Read it to me.”
And so it happens that Taehyung reads his poetry to Yoongi, while Yoongi looks at him and enjoys the warmth on his toes. He listens to Taehyung’s words intently and wonders if the young vampire has always been so dreamy with his words. And then he wonders if he has always been so gentle and why he felt the need to touch his face in such ways.
Taehyung ends the poem with a shivering voice.
“Oh dear”, he lets out and wipes at his eyes, glancing at Yoongi, “I am tearing up.”
“It’s okay”, Yoongi speaks softly.
“I always tell myself that I won’t become too emotional, but I truly can’t help myself. I am in love with him. Just thinking about him makes me want to cry. Oh dear, this isn’t like me at all”, he says and laughs softly, drying his eyes as best as possible.
“It’s okay”, Yoongi assures him and reaches up to wipe the tears from Taehyung’s cheek.
The latter falters for breath, gawking at him with widened eyes. The touch surprised him so greatly that he forgets to cry.
Yoongi ends the touch with a gentle nudge to Taehyung’s chin, afterwards he retreats his hand and hides it under his head.
Taehyung doesn’t dare to speak. He is left staring at Yoongi and feeling short of breath. His heart is threatening to give up in his chest, his thoughts are messy but one thought is clearer than all else. Is this truly his friend? Such tenderness, Taehyung never experienced from him before.
“The poem is nice. I could write melodies for it”, Yoongi breaks the silence.
“You”, Taehyung has to clear his throat, “hyung, this would make me incredibly happy. Oh, hyung thank you.”
“Mhm, yeah. You could perform it for Kook once it’s finished. He will love it a lot.”
“I truly hope that he will. Oh, I want to make this man so happy. Sometimes I fear that I am too much, that I will scare him away one day because I overwhelmed him with too much love.”
“There’s no such thing as too much love, Tae, there’s just a thing as the wrong receiver.”
“The wrong receiver?”
“Don’t lessen your love, Tae. A cactus dies in too much water, while a water lily thrives. There is no such thing as too much, there are just wrong receivers. Jungkook’s the right one, trust me.”
“Hyung, thank you I…” Taehyung exhales shakily, “oh, I have so much love to give to him. If I could, I would steal the stars just to give them to him. You have no idea, hyung.”
“No, I do”, Yoongi whispers and smiles softly, “he’ll cry so much when he hears the song.”
Taehyung chuckles and drops down, nuzzling his face into his own arm as he beams at Yoongi.
“He will. Oh, he is such a gentle soul.”
“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees with a chuckle, “I hope he never changes.”
“Yes, yes I agree. He’s perfect the way he is”, Taehyung says with love drunk eyes, “I plan to take him on a summer holiday soon. Perhaps Greece. It is so terribly romantic there.”
Yoongi studies Taehyung’s features intently enough that Taehyung feels shy.
“What is it, hyung?” he whispers.
“I haven’t seen you so in love before.”
“That’s not true. I love ___ just as deeply.”
“You weren’t like this with her. You were a cunt and a show-off.”
Taehyung chuckles, “I guess you are right. Oh, I regret a lot in my life. I try to make it right, but sometimes I am scared that I won’t ever be able to fix it.”
“Don’t try so hard.”
“But if I won’t, then it won’t ever be enough.”
“You’re already enough, Tae.”
Taehyung flusters, looking away.
He touches his own hair, scrambling for words.
“Hyung I…” he begins, “hyung, I feel wrong at times.”
“What do you mean?”
“I feel as if I am trying to force myself into a situation I have no right to be in”, he says and looks into Yoongi’s eyes, “when Jimin was dead, I did so much wrong and, and afterwards as well. And although I shouldn’t feel this way, I feel as if I was never meant to be part of this family again. Sometimes I am scared that all of you merely pretend to be alright with me being here.”
Yoongi furrows his brows.
“I know. How silly of me to think this way. How utterly and stupidly self-obsessed. The world doesn’t revolve around me and yet here I am, feeling sorry for myself.”
“It’s not self-obsessed, Tae. You have worries and still feel guilty for your past. I understand those feelings all too well, but you shouldn’t feel this way. You acted like shit in the past, yeah, but you’re not that person anymore.”
“Do you truly think this way?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t think that you would.”
“Why?”
“Because you are always so mean to me.”
Yoongi falters. Taehyung shies away, lowering his eyes.
“It hurts me so much when you’re always so terrible to me, hyung”, Taehyung confesses in a whisper.
Yoongi stays silent.
“I apologise”, Taehyung whispers, “it, it’s alright. I understand why you are this way. I shouldn’t ask you to change for me.”
“No, you should”, Yoongi interrupts him.
Taehyung lifts his eyes, holding his breath.
“I think I’ve been unfair to you”, Yoongi confesses.
“What?” Taehyung gasps.
“It’s hard for me to accept that you’re not the reckless, snobby brat from the past anymore. That’s all I’ve known you as for centuries, but I have to give you a chance to prove yourself as someone different. You’re allowed to better yourself. I’m sorry for acting like a cunt, Tae.”
“Do you mean that?” Taehyung presses out.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Hyung”, Taehyung tears up, “oh hyung”, he whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut.
“Hey, don’t cry kiddo”, Yoongi whispers, cupping Taehyung’s cheek to wipe the tears from his lashes.
“Oh hyung, I’m so happy”, Taehyung presses out and flings himself around Yoongi’s neck. He traps him in a tight hug, his arms are slung around him and his legs closed tightly around Yoongi’s waist.
“Yah! Stop that”, Yoongi complains, finding himself smothered in Taehyung’s chest as the latter rolls around the blanket with him. Yoongi ends up chuckling, “you’re so stupid, Tae. Let me go.”
“Oh hyung, we will be such good friends”, Taehyung giggles and nuzzles into Yoongi’s face just to kiss his cheek.
“Tae stop”, Yoongi laughs, pushing his face away gently, “you’re weirding me out.”
Taehyung pulls back, releasing Yoongi from his tight hug. The latter wiggles away instantly, nudging Taehyung’s cheek.
“You’re a brat. I regret everything I said”, he says, making Taehyung laugh. Yoongi smiles, giving Taehyung’s chin one last gentle nudge. Then he rolls to his back and sits up, taking his glass of wine to drink it as his eyes stare into the orange flames.
Taehyung sits up as well, studying Yoongi’s features.
“I feel happy, hyung.”
Yoongi nods his head, “me too.”
“I mean it.”
“What do you mean?”
“We will be such good friends.”
“I see”, Yoongi says and nods his head, “yeah”, he glances at Taehyung, “I don’t want you trying to romance me. It makes me uncomfortable.”
“I won’t try. All I wanted for years was to be your friend, hyung. This is everything I wanted.”
“Mhm, good.”
“I will however cuddle with you and give you kisses.”
Yoongi scrunches his nose up and clicks his tongue, “if you have to”, he murmurs.
“I do”, Taehyung says and scoots closer to hug Yoongi’s waist and rest his chin on his shoulder, “you will be so fed up with me by the end of it.”
“It’s gonna happen sooner than later. I hate PDA.”
“No, you don’t. You give ___ PDA all the time.”
“Yeah, I guess. She’s my love, yeah.”
“That’s good, hyung. The two of you are meant for each other”, Taehyung says and sits up. He wiggles his toes and drinks his wine. Then he lets out a loud sigh, tilting his head up to stare into the sky. Millions of stars look down at them, “this world is truly fascinating.”
Yoongi inhales and lifts his head. He exhales, “yeah, Namjoon did nice stuff as well.”
“It feels impossible for me to imagine. He traumatised me incredibly.”
“I know Tae. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologise, it wasn’t your fault.”
“Mhm”, Yoongi lets out and lies down. He starts counting the stars but soon gives up, “do you think that every witch that ever lived is here?”
“Mhm, yes I think so.”
“Mhm.”
Taehyung snacks on some grapes and enjoys a sip of his wine. He really likes the taste of it. It’s already warmed up from the fire, but he doesn’t mind. It still tastes sweet, tasting even sweeter because he is finally Yoongi’s friend. Taehyung loves being Yoongi’s friend.
“Do you think that witches return to be witches once they’re dead?”
“I don’t seem to understand this question, hyung.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Taehyung turns, studying Yoongi’s features. The latter, who looked at the sky at first, shifts his attention to Taehyung. He seems flustered.
“Talk to me, hyung. There is something weighing on your heart, isn’t there?”
“No, there’s not.”
“You don’t have to lie to me”, Taehyung says and lies down on his tummy. The two men can see eye to eye this way, “you can trust me, hyung.”
Yoongi takes a deep breath and sighs.
“I was just wondering. What if a witch became a vampire against their will, would their soul return to being a witch once they’re dead? Would they be able to enter this world or will their soul be too cursed by vampirism to enter?”
“I have to think about this for a moment”, Taehyung confesses.
“It’s okay. It’s fucking stupid either way”, Yoongi murmurs.
“No, it’s not. I will think about it”, Taehyung assures him and rolls to his back.
They share silence. The fire crackles by their feet, the crickets sing their nightly song and the forest is alive in various kinds of rustling and animal calls. They’re both a little chilly. It’s been centuries since they last felt truly cold. They’re also very tipsy from the wine. It’s been just as long since they felt so truly drunk. It’s a vulnerable state they find themselves in. Human and so utterly prone to outside influences that it would be a scary state to be in if they weren’t so safe in each other’s presence.
“I thought of my answer”, Taehyung breaks the silence.
“Tell me”, Yoongi whispers and so Taehyung speaks quietly as well.
“I think that a witch will return to being a witch once they die. You said that they were cursed against their will and I believe that death will lift the curse from their soul.”
“So you think that they can find peace here?”
“Yes I believe so”, Taehyung says with confidence in his voice.
“Good”, Yoongi says and exhales shakily, “yeah, that’s good.”
Taehyung turns his head to Yoongi.
“Why do you ask such a question, hyung?” he asks and widens his eyes, “no hyung!”
“Huh?”
Taehyung sits up, “no! Just no! Why would you think like this? Why?”
“What’s wrong with you?”
Taehyung shakes his head vigorously and grabs Yoongi by his shoulders.
“Why do you still think about dying? Why would you kill yourself just to enter this world? Why do you still think this way?” Taehyung presses out with a trembling emotion in his voice.
“What?” Yoongi gasps and sits up, “I wasn’t thinking for myself, you idiot.”
“But…what else were you thinking?”
Yoongi lowers his head and touches the side of his neck.
“My friends”, he whispers.
“Your friends?”
“The other Creators who died. Do you think that they found peace here?”
“Oh”, Taehyung lets out and touches his own chest, “I feel such relief right now. Oh hyung, you gave me such a fright.”
“I don’t want to die these days”, Yoongi says.
“Good. This is good”, Taehyung says and hugs Yoongi again even if the latter grumbles in distaste, “you just became my friend and I don’t want to lose you.”
“Okay, okay I got it”, Yoongi laughs, patting his head, “now let go of me.”
“No”, Taehyung murmurs, “I have to hug you, hyung.”
“Fine.”
Taehyung gives him a little squeeze.
“I think that your friends are in this world”, he says into the crook of Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi feels his voice against his skin this way.
“You do?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
“Okay”, Yoongi says and relaxes, “maybe I’ll find them one day. How endless do you think this world is?”
“I can’t tell. I know even less about magic than you.”
“I never understood this world. This was always Namjoon’s expertise. I keep wondering how far away my friends are or how similar to the real world it is. What about time differences? My friends died thousands of years ago. They don’t know automatic lights or modern sanitary systems. Does their world look different than that of ___’s grandparents? Does every witch’s world look different depending on when they died? Isn’t it incredibly lonely like this?”
“I don’t think that I have answers to these questions, but I do believe that this world isn’t lonely.”
“You do?”
“Yes. The real world is lonely enough and I believe that the loneliness stops here. This isn’t a world of punishment, but of peace”, Taehyung says and sits up to look at the stars, “if you asked me, witches of every time period live here together. I think that this world evolved as the real world evolved. Your friends may have started off this world without electricity or running water, but as time passed and witches from different time periods entered this realm, it evolved with them.”
“Maybe.”
“Or perhaps this is a world of many different times. Maybe your friends still live how you lived three thousand years ago while ___’s grandparents live in their time period. Perhaps we can traverse time here and visit each other’s time.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Whatever it may be, I believe that your friends are at peace.”
“I wonder if they would recognise me if I ever meet them again.”
“I believe that they would”, Taehyung says and glances at Yoongi, “perhaps we could look for them.”
Yoongi lowers his head, “I was wondering the same.”
“You were?”
Yoongi nods his head.
“Oh hyung, then we ought to do so”, Taehyung says, taking Yoongi’s hand.
“I don’t know if I want this.”
“But you said so yourself that you were thinking about it.”
“Thinking about it and actually doing it are two very different things.”
“And what would be so bad about actually doing it? How else will you make new memories? How else will you find out if they’re at peace?”
Yoongi looks at Taehyung. The latter meets his eyes.
“Thinking about it can’t hurt me”, Yoongi whispers.
“I see. Oh hyung, you live in your thoughts too much. What would have happened if you over thought ___ as well?”
“That never would have happened because she gave me no chance to even think about it. She just made me fall in love with her”, Yoongi says and makes Taehyung laugh with it.
“Yes indeed, she is so incredibly stubborn once she wants something.”
“Yeah, I hope she never changes.”
“Yes indeed. She is perfect the way she is”, Taehyung agrees and smiles with Yoongi. He squeezes his hand, “but you see? Because you had no time to over think it into ruin, you can now live in happiness. You told me that you don’t want to die these days hyung, and it is all because you didn’t overthink.”
Yoongi looks away, nodding his head in acknowledgement.
“So I think that we should attempt to look for your friends. It will make you happy.”
“I guess”, Yoongi touches the side of his neck, “not this time. We’ll visit this world a lot more. I’m not ready yet.”
“I understand. Then we’ll do it next time”, Taehyung says, caressing Yoongi’s knuckles, “I love it here, so I hope to visit it many more times.”
“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi agrees, “how do you like being human?”
“Oh, it’s exhausting”, Taehyung laughs, “it has only been two days and I already have enough of it.”
“Really?” Yoongi chuckles, “why? I think it’s nice.”
“Why is it nice? I have to eat and drink and constantly relieve myself, I get tired so easily, every little ache stays and I have been freezing my buttocks off for the past ten minutes.”
Yoongi laughs, “I like it.”
“Of course you do.”
“Yeah.”
Taehyung touches his own chest, “but I must admit that it is truly wonderful to feel my heartbeat again and that my warmth is honest. And I guess it is also wonderful to feel touch on my skin”, he says and lifts Yoongi’s hand into their vision. He runs his thumb over his skin, meeting Yoongi’s soft gaze afterwards.
“Yeah”, he whispers, “it’s nice to experience this. Hugs are the best because you can feel the other’s heartbeat. Yeah and kisses.”
“Oh, you romantic”, Taehyung says with fondness in his voice, “I haven’t kissed properly yet.”
“I’m not the one you will experience this with.”
Taehyung laughs, “you are truly ice cold, hyung.”
Yoongi chuckles, “I told you. I don’t wanna romance you.”
“Yet.”
“Ever.”
“Of course, this is what you say now.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, smiling fondly, “you’re a brat.”
He lifts his glass to his lips and finishes the wine.
“Do you want more?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, the bottle is empty.”
“Mhm”, Yoongi hums, “I guess that means we gotta go inside.”
“Why? The night has only become comfortable.”
“Didn’t you say that you were freezing your ass off?”
“Yes, but I want to spend more time with you.”
Yoongi scoffs fondly, “we can spend time inside as well. It’d be less freezing.”
“Very well, but only if you promise me that we will truly continue this inside.”
“Yeah, we’ll continue this.”
“I take your words for it, hyung”, Taehyung says and gets up, “should we extinguish the fire?”
“Yeah, it’s safest. We don’t want to start a forest fire.”
“Do you believe that fires are possible here?”
“Let’s not find out the hard way. Can you get the hose from the shed?”
“Of course.”
While Taehyung hurries to the shed in the darkness and begins unravelling the hose, Yoongi makes it his task of cleaning up the picnic. He makes sure the glasses are as dry as possible and the plates are relatively clean before storing all of it in the small basket. He shakes off possible crumbs from the blanket and then folds it neatly. Taehyung returns while Yoongi is busy folding. He aims the hose at the fire, squinting his eyes as the fire dies down in puffs of smoke and protesting sizzles.
“We were lucky with the smoke”, Yoongi says.
“Yes truly, oh it’s taking its revenge now”, Taehyung says and coughs, “my eyes burn terribly.”
“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees, wafting the smoke away with closed eyes.
The fire is extinguished soon after and the two men can make their way back to the cottage. Taehyung stores the hose back on its spot as they pass the shed while Yoongi carries the picnic stuff.
“I can carry something as well”, Taehyung offers.
“It’s okay. I got it”, Yoongi assures him.
They walk side by side on their way back, carrying a certain light-hearted skip in their steps. It wasn’t there when they started this evening, but now it doesn’t seem to want to leave.
“You can leave the blanket outside in case of critters.”
They slip off their shoes and coats and while Taehyung is still busy with fixing his hair, Yoongi is carrying the basket to the kitchen. He starts unloading it, glancing over his shoulder when he feels Taehyung’s presence behind him.
“We should clean. It’s mannerly”, Yoongi says.
“Of course. I shall wash the dishes and you can dry them”, Taehyung says.
“Okay.”
Yoongi rolls up his sleeves and begins storing the leftover food in small containers, while Taehyung is busy filling the sink with warm water. They try to be as quiet as possible in fear of waking anyone.
“Oh heavens, I am a fool.”
“What’s wrong?” Yoongi asks, looking over his shoulder.
“I forgot to roll up my sleeves and wet my hands already. May I get help?”
Yoongi closes the fridge and hurries to Taehyung’s side. He rolls up his sleeves, first the left and then the right. Taehyung looks at Yoongi’s face while the other looks at Taehyung’s sweater.
“That colour’s nice”, he says.
“Thank you. I think that earth tones really fit me”, Taehyung says.
“Yeah, it’s good.”
“I made the sweater myself. I still know the pattern, so if you want to have your own I could knit it for you.”
“It’s okay, you don’t gotta work for me.”
“But I want to.”
Their eyes meet.
“You would look very handsome in earthen tones, hyung.”
Yoongi flusters, looking away.
“I’m done”, he says and steps back, “that should hold.”
“Thank you, hyung.”
“Mhm.”
Taehyung begins washing the dishes while Yoongi is busy discarding the scraps.
“So should I make you a sweater?” Taehyung asks.
“If you want to”, Yoongi says dryly, but it is clear that Taehyung’s offer means a great deal to him. His cheeks are just the slightest shade of rosy.
“Oh, those are wonderful news. I shall start with it the moment we are home. No actually, I have to do ___’s bedroom first and then we also planned to write my song and I promised Jimin to help with renovations of his ballet studio. Oh, I am too busy.”
Yoongi chuckles. He joins Taehyung’s right side and begins drying the dishes he already finished.
“I shall start with your sweater in October. Early November, at the very latest. I promise.”
“It’s okay, Tae. I can wait”, Yoongi assures him.
“I shall make you many presents now that we are friends, hyung.”
Yoongi smiles, “okay, Tae. I’ll accept them”, he speaks softly, giving him a fond look through the reflection of the kitchen window.
Taehyung meets it and smiles. His heart is light in his chest, his shoulders feel like lifting. He feels at ease. Spending time with Yoongi until this evening was always filled with uncomfortable tension. They accepted each other’s presence for the sake of the polycule, but it was felt by both that it was just that. Acceptance to keep the peace. Taehyung felt nervous in Yoongi’s presence and as if he needed to pretend to be the most proper, guilt-filled person on earth. While Yoongi felt wary in Taehyung’s presence and as if he needed to keep a distance for his own safety.
They don’t feel this way anymore. The once awkward tension was lifted as they talked and acceptance turned into friendship. Of course one nice evening doesn’t mean that all the issues are gone forever, but both men sense that it will be different from now on and they are willing to put in the work to improve their relationship day by day.
It’s a nice feeling to have because it meant that they could both finally feel entirely comfortable whenever their polycule comes together.
“Hey guys.”
Taehyung and Yoongi are almost finished with the dishes when Jungkook enters the kitchen. The two men look at him. He is wearing checkered pyjama pants and no shirt. His hair is ruffled as if hands played with it. His skin is flushed and his neck carries red marks of kisses.
“Hey.”
“Hello handsome.”
“Are you doing dishes?”
“Yes, we had a picnic by the fire pit.”
“The two of you?” Jungkook sounds rightfully surprised.
“Yes. It was a very lovely time.”
“Oh? Really?” Jungkook makes sure, looking between Taehyung and Yoongi. It is obvious that such news are unbelievable to him. He sniffles to make out their scent until he realises that he can’t do such things here.
“Yeah”, Yoongi says, “it was good.”
“Did you guys talk it out?”
Yoongi and Taehyung nod.
“We are friends now”, Taehyung says and hugs Yoongi.
“Okay Tae, back off”, Yoongi complains with a chuckle, which only makes Taehyung hug him tighter.
“You guys, this is the best news ever”, Jungkook gasps as his eyes light up, “wow, I’m so happy”, he confesses and giggles. He steps closer and gives them a little hug, “my two favourite men are friends now. I’m happy, hyungies”, he says and sighs contently, “I gotta tell ___ the news, but first I need to get her water.”
He struts to the cabinet and takes out two glasses. Taehyung and Yoongi, who broke the hug after Yoongi nudged him away gently, watch him.
“Did you make love?” Taehyung asks.
Jungkook grins confidently, “I don’t have to tell you.”
“Oh come now, don’t be so secretive”, Taehyung laughs.
“Mhm yeah”, Jungkook nods his head, “she’s resting upstairs.”
“Now these are truly wonderful news. I still haven’t gotten to love her here”, Taehyung says and nudges Yoongi, “you, hyung?”
“Why do I gotta tell you?”
“Come now, it is just the three of us.”
Yoongi gives up with a sigh, “congrats Kook, you beat me to it.”
“I’m the first one to do it here?” Jungkook gasps loudly enough that the others shush him.
“Her grandparents”, Yoongi whispers, pointing into the direction of their bedroom.
“I’m the first one to do it here?” Jungkook whispers, “oh my god, I’m such a perv.”
“You are the biggest perv”, Taehyung teases and snickers, “how wonderful was it?”
“It was amazing. Wow, I have butterflies” Jungkook gushes.
“Oh Kookie, this is making me so excited for my night with her.”
They both giggle excitedly.
“You two are idiots”, Yoongi whispers, “stop talking like this. She’s not a price to claim.”
“You joined us as well, hyung.”
“I only did so because you asked. Besides, if nothing happens I’m not gonna be disappointed. You guys are perverts.”
“Very well, I admit that we sounded very perverted. Please forgive us.”
“Mhm.”
“I can tell you that she talked about you guys and how she’s excited for whatever sexy thing you’ll get up to”, Jungkook says, “so she’s being a perv too, but you’re right sorry I talked about her like this.”
“Whatever”, Yoongi murmurs shyly.
Jungkook snickers and fills up the glasses. He takes a sip of his water and sighs contently.
“I’m upstairs then. ___ needs her water”, he says and steps closer to press a kiss to both Taehyung’s and then Yoongi’s lips, “sleep tight, you two”, he says and giggles, “I’m happy that you’re friends.”
And with that he leaves the kitchen with a confident sway in his hips. Taehyung and Yoongi watch him as he hurries upstairs and then distance drowns him out. It’s peculiar to them that they can’t hear how the door opens and closes or how Jungkook talks to you. Human hearing is truly so useless.
“So uhm”, Taehyung begins now that they are alone again, “what shall we do now, hyung? We cleaned everything.”
Yoongi touches the side of his neck, “I’m honestly kinda tired.”
“But hyung”, Taehyung pouts, “you promised me that we will continue the evening inside.”
“I know, but I’m tired. I don’t feel like talking anymore.”
“I’m so sad right now. Oh hyung please”, Taehyung takes Yoongi’s hand, “at least let us stay up for a little bit longer.”
“I’m sorry, Tae.”
Taehyung retreats his touch, “very well. Don’t clean the shower, I will use it after you.”
Yoongi steps closer and nudges Taehyung’s chin. The younger vampire looks at him with sad, puppy eyes.
“I had fun tonight. Yeah? Just too tired all of a sudden.”
Taehyung nods his head, allowing a small smile to wash over his face, “I had fun as well, hyung.”
Yoongi leaves soon after, but the evening wasn’t over yet. Taehyung decides so the second Yoongi disappeared upstairs. And so he waits, listening as best as his human ears allow him to. Yoongi takes around fifteen minutes in the bathroom and another five minutes taking a nightly pee. Then he can hear the guest bedroom door close.
Taehyung hurries upstairs and locks himself in the bathroom to take the quickest shower he ever took. He needs to be fast in order for Yoongi to still be awake.
Ten minutes after Yoongi got under the covers and comfortable for bed, a knock on the door alerts his attention. The door opens without his answer and in steps Taehyung.
“Hyung?”
Yoongi lowers his pen, studying Taehyung by the edge of the bed. He is wearing his pyjamas and carries his own notebook with a pen.
“What do you want?”
“Can I stay here with you tonight?”
“Why?”
“Because Jungkook and ___ are occupying her bed and I would have no place to sleep.”
“Fine…”
“Wonderful”, Taehyung says and gets on top of the bed, “we can keep each other warm”, he says and pulls the cover open to wiggle himself underneath it.
Yoongi watches him with a certain stiffness in his body. Taehyung sighs and grunts contently, shimmying closer to Yoongi until their arms touch.
“Do you have to do this?” Yoongi asks.
“Indeed, I do”, Taehyung says and sticks his naked feet under the leg of Yoongi’s pants.
“Yah! Put your icicle toes somewhere else”, Yoongi complains loudly, kicking at Taehyung’s feet.
“Warm me up, hyung”, Taehyung coos as he chases him.
“Yah stop it. You’re cold and I’m gonna kick you”, Yoongi warns as he still kicks his feet. He even lies down on his back for it, almost kicking off the blanket as he wiggles his legs.
Taehyung laughs and retreats his feet, “I apologise. The opportunity was just too easy not to take.”
“You’re such a brat”, Yoongi mumbles, sitting back up. He fixes the blanket on his legs and looks back into his notebook.
Taehyung snickers, agreeing with a nod of his head. He opens his notebook and clicks his pen.
“What are you working on, hyung?”
“Nothing. I write down what I think.”
“Like a diary?”
“I guess.”
“That’s very good, hyung. I promise not to peek.”
“Mhm”, Yoongi hums, looking at him with gratefulness, “you, uh, what are you doing?”
“Oh, I am just continuing work on ___’s bedroom sketches. I want to finish them before we leave this realm.”
“Okay. I want to listen to music. I don’t want to talk when I do.”
“I won’t stop you. I shall listen to my own music as well.”
“Okay”, Yoongi says and puts in earbuds. Taehyung slips on headphones and mere seconds later, the two men share one bed but otherwise no words. It is silent and comfortable. Each does their own thing whilst sharing space. Mere hours ago, such an occurrence would have been a lot more awkward.
They manage to get around an hour in and then Yoongi is the first to give up. He places his phone and earbuds on the bedside table together with his notebook and pen. He fluffs up his pillow next.
“Are you tired already?” Taehyung asks him.
“Mhm.”
“Do you mind if I still draw for a while? I will have to keep the lights on for it.”
“No, it’s okay”, Yoongi assures him and lies down. He wiggles for a bit to get comfortable, “good night”, he says and rolls to his side. Like this, his back is facing Taehyung.
One must know that this is the first time Yoongi shows himself like this in front of Taehyung. One must dearly remember this fact to perhaps understand why Taehyung can’t stop staring at his friend.
“Yes indeed. Have a good night, hyung”, he mumbles and turns down the light to make it easier for Yoongi to fall asleep. So this is how his friend looks when he attempts to fall asleep.
“The only reason I’m doing this is because I’m human right now and need sleep.”
“Of course hyung, I wouldn’t have dared to question you”, Taehyung says with a knowing smile on his lips.
“Good. Good night”, Yoongi says and grows silent.
“Sleep tight, hyung.”
Taehyung stares for a few moments, thinking to himself that Yoongi looks incredibly cute right now. He is resting in fetus position with his hands between his legs while the blanket covers him all the way to the back of his head. He looks even smaller than he actually is and Taehyung thinks that he is adorable. He stays quiet of course because he is aware that it would push Yoongi away if he tried to compliment him right now.
Around twenty minutes pass and then Taehyung gets sleepy as well. He discards his phone and notebook and turns off the lights. He gets comfortable in the pillow, staring into the darkness where he assumes Yoongi to sleep. It is so peculiar to not be able to see.
Taehyung tries to fall asleep, but fails because he has nothing to hug. He can’t find relaxation when he is so empty-handed.
Taehyung takes a deep breath for courage and reaches out. His fingers touch Yoongi’s back. It’s incredibly warm and tenses at the touch.
“Hyung?”
“What?”Yoongi whispers quietly.
“Did I wake you?”
“No.”
“I can’t fall asleep if I do not hug something. May I hug you?”
Yoongi exhales loudly, “if you have to.”
“Thank you, hyung”, Taehyung says and closes in on Yoongi. He drapes his right arm over him, pulling his small body against his chest. His legs lock with Yoongi’s perfectly, sharing warmth his way. Next he wiggles his left arm under Yoongi’s head, keeping it extended so both men are comfortable.
Yoongi is too sleepy to protest, letting it happen even if his brain is going crazy in panic. He never planned on being Taehyung’s little spoon and yet here they were.
“You are so comfortable, hyung”, Taehyung whispers, nuzzling his nose deep into the hair at the back of Yoongi’s head. He inhales deeply and hums.
“You’re so weird”, Yoongi murmurs, trying not to relax too much in case it comes off as needy. He’s not needy for Taehyung’s hugs. Not in a fucking million.
Taehyung ignores him for the sake of nuzzling and snuggling closer.
“What do you like best, hyung? Head pats, chest rubs or stomach rubs?”
“I’m allowing you to hug me, nothing more. Are we clear?”
“But hyung, I want to make you feel very cozy.”
“I appreciate it. Stay still. It’s cozy enough.”
Taehyung huffs out air, “very well.”
Yoongi tries to relax. He doesn’t feel sleepy when he is so tense and that means he has to relax. If he wanted to or not.
“I love back scratches most”, Taehyung breaks the silence in a soft spoken voice.
“Okay.”
“Yes, indeed. But if I am the small spoon, I love it most to have my chest rubbed. It is very relaxing to me.”
“Okay, Tae. I’m sure Kook and ___ will be very willing to give them to you.”
“Hyung”, Taehyung complains and pinches Yoongi’s side gently, “I am not attempting to romance you. Friends can give touches to each other as well.”
“Yeah? Well, I’m not fucking comfortable with having my torso touched, okay?”
“Truly?” Taehyung props himself up on his elbow. It results in Yoongi’s head rolling closer to his chest naturally. He doesn’t fix it, “so why have I seen ___ rub your stomach before? And Kook caress your chest?”
“Because…” Yoongi rolls his head away, “I don’t gotta tell you.”
“Do you need time to grow comfortable around people’s touches?”
“Yes. You’ve known me for how long? You know that I do.”
“Do I make you genuinely uncomfortable right now?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want my torso to be touched by you yet.”
“I understand. I apologise for asking so many questions. I want to get to know you better.”
Yoongi hesitates. Taehyung listens to the deep inhale he does and how much deeper he seems to exhale. His back presses against his chest as he breathed.
“Just go to sleep, Tae.”
Taehyung drops back into the pillow and pulls Yoongi closer. The older man needs a moment to relax, but as those moments turn into two, three and four he finally grows soft in Taehyung’s hold. Taehyung wonders how much time passed between these moments, but it must have been a while because Yoongi’s breathing slowed down by now. But Taehyung still isn’t tired. His thoughts are racing, as is his heart.
“Yoongi?” he tries quietly.
Yoongi sighs, “what?”
“I can’t fall asleep.”
“Yeah? I can.”
“I keep thinking and it is keeping me awake.”
Yoongi sighs again, “do you wanna talk about it?”
“Maybe.”
“Fine. Tell me.”
“Why did you hate me for so long?”
Yoongi shifts, “this is what you’re thinking about?”
“Yes. I apologise, but I can’t stop.”
“I didn’t hate you. At least not since some time.”
“So why did you act so annoyed by me all the time?”
“I don’t know. I guess”, Yoongi stays silent for a while as he thinks, “it’s hard for me to let you in because whenever I did, you disappointed me.”
“I see.”
“And I’m still scared that you’re gonna hurt ___ and Kook one day. That I’m gonna let you in and trust you and then you suddenly have a change of heart and decide to become a reckless cunt again and hurt them in the process.”
“I see.”
“That’s why it’s hard for me to shed my feelings off. I want to believe so hard that you are better”, Yoongi says and touches Taehyung’s hand.
The latter has to gasp for air at the touch, feeling as if time slows down. It stands still completely when seconds later, Yoongi begins fumbling with his fingers. Mindlessly yet gently.
“But if I’m wrong? If you’re gonna hurt them and become wicked again? Then I let you in only to be disappointed again”, Yoongi exhales shakily, “for fuck’s sake Tae, please just don’t disappoint me again.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you, hyung”, Taehyung whispers, “and I want to be better from now on. There were many occasions where I was controlled by Namjoon. I hope you are aware of those occasions.”
“I am and I’m not blaming you for them. There were also too many where you acted out of your own free will.”
“I am aware of them and I will remember them so I can better myself. Please believe me, hyung. I want to be better from now on. Not only for the sake of ___ and Kook and Jimin, but also for your sake. I want to be a worthy friend of yours, hyung. One you can rely on and trust.”
Yoongi acknowledges him with a nod of his head. He drops Taehyung’s fingers to instead, close his hand around his’. Gently and without pressure.
“I’m sure that you will be, kiddo. Hyung’s always wished for your best”, Yoongi says in their native tongue. The underlying honesty of speaking in one’s native language, the language closest to the heart, doesn’t go unnoticed by Taehyung.
“Hyung”, Taehyung breathes shakily, fighting tears.
“Fuck”, Yoongi lets out a breathy chuckle, “you’re a bastard for making me talk about my feelings when I’m fucking sleepy. I turn into an honest sap.”
Taehyung giggles, sniffling his tears away.
“I enjoy this a lot, hyung. It’s so difficult to get affection from you.”
“That’s not true. I show affection. Just not like you, you public sap.”
Taehyung chuckles, “now you are just saying stuff for the sake of saying them.”
“Brat”, Yoongi murmurs and chuckles softly, “now go to sleep, Tae. It’ll get too late and we’ll be tired as fuck tomorrow.”
“I will try, but I don’t know if I will be successful. My heart is racing terribly after what you said.”
Yoongi chuckles, “try to”, he says breathily and grows softer in Taehyung’s arms.
Taehyung snuggles into Yoongi, closing his eyes while his lips refuse to drop their smile. He is so happy that he feels like bursting in fireworks and sparkles.
The last thing Yoongi does before he falls asleep is to intertwine his fingers with Taehyung. He isn’t awake anymore for the small gasp of disbelief Taehyung releases or the whispered “hyung” he lets out. Sleep has dragged him away and soon, oh so very soon because he finally has something to hold, Taehyung follows.
The night will be peaceful and neither of the two men will leave the hug for even one second.
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Hello hi sorry it has been so long! I was busy and didn't get the chance to look at the new prompt list yet, but I'm here now :D
8. “I shared pieces of me, with so many people, and none of them kept those pieces safe, and I don’t know if I can risk that with you because it would devastate me if you turn out to be the same as them all. I would be completely destroyed.”
14. “I make shitty decisions and you’re a testament to that matter.”
26. “You’re the reason why I fell in love with you. You, as a whole.”
My thoughts/ideas: Guess who's back again! It's ANGST!! Nr 8 in particular is just, Adam's abandonment issues to a T. He could use a little affirmation that Lucifer didn't fall in love with him just because he's 3/3, or to get revenge or something. For the wholesomeness :))
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No worries! 😁 Thank you!!
Adam was waiting for the other boot to drop, things with Lucifer had been going well lately but there was something that he just couldn't shake.
Now that they have slept together, Adam couldn't help but think that he had been tricked so that Lucifer could complete his stupid 3/3 of the Eden humans. He's heard people joke about it and it fucking bothered him.
His feelings weren't a fucking joke, it had taken Adam so long to even consider dating Lucifer. There was always that voice in the back of his mind telling him that the king was going to break things off after he'd gotten his fill of fucking him.
So here Adam was not bursting into Lucifer's office. "Am I a fucking joke to you?"
Lucifer jumped, nearly dropping the duck he was working on. He hid it behind his back when he saw Adam. "Um, no?"
Adam stared him down, his golden eyes hard. "My feelings are not a fucking joke! I refuse to be treated like I'm less than nothing, like I'm a toy!" Adam took a steadying breath. “I shared pieces of me, with so many people, and none of them kept those pieces safe, and I don’t know if I can risk that with you because it would devastate me if you turn out to be the same as them all. I would be completely destroyed." He winced at his own honesty, but there it is.
Lucifers eyes widened. "Where the hell is this coming from?" What was bringing this on?
Adam glared, he bore his teeth in a snarl. "Don't fucking play stupid with me! I know your game."
"Really? Cause I don't."
"You're just trying to get your stupid fucking score for the garden, going 3/3."
Lucifer wasn't even going to point out that even if that were true, they already slept together. He didn't want to piss Adam off more. "Adam-"
"You think I don't hear people talking? Look I get it, I make shitty decisions and you're a testament to that matter-"
"Adam-"
"But I guess that just makes me fucking stupid for wanting something real with you or with anyone-"
"ADAM!" Lucifer shouted. He pulled Adams face close to his making him look him in the eye. "Listen to me! You're the reason why I fell in love with you. You as a whole. Not what some gossipy bitches are saying." He softened a bit. "I love you. I don't know who's filling your head with lies that say otherwise, but I love you, you big dummy." He should really get Adam to talk about this shit in therapy.
"You're not using me?"
"Adam. If I were using you for sex, why the fuck would I let you live in my house? Sleep in my bed? We're engaged for fuck sakes! You're stuck with me." What more could he say?
Adam looked him in the eye and thought it over and sighed. "Okay."
"Okay?" Lucifer dropped his hands.
"Yeah, I think I'm good now. Love you." Adam kissed him on the cheek and made his way to leave.
"Are you fucking serious? After all that?"
Adam blinked. "Yeah..?"
Lucifer wiped his hand down his face. "You are so going to see a therapist sometime soon."
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HOW DO I SHIFT?
i’ve reached a point where the idea of sitting down and meditating, affirming, visualising, wbtb, void state, etc. etc. all bore me.
i know these r all tools which may help u reach your desired reality. however if we use loa, we can easily cut out methods (the middle man). all we see on shiftblr and shiftok is people telling us that if you persist and affirm you will shift or if you reach the void state u will shift. i’m not trying to deny these, but who’s to say u wont shift just by saying fuck it ill just wake up in my dr? bc the way i see it my dr is not a diff reality, it’s just the same reality manifesting itself differently. we all know what we say about the 3d and 4d. try to view shifting as just staying in this same reality but it’s your dr, if that makes sense? don’t think, i’m going to shift TO my dr, think i am in my desired state now and ALWAYS and watch it manifest in front of u. i think a lot of people’s struggle stems from their view of their dr as a faraway land that they can imagine living in but can’t imagine actually “leaving” this reality and “shifting” to that one. view your cr and dr as the same reality with diff 3d circumstances bc that’s what it needs to be for u to get rid of that thought of leaving this reality (which blocks u). just gts telling yourself that when u wake up u will be in your cr except all things will be identical to that of your dr. lmk if this works or helps anyone!!
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if i am not too late, can we get geto in mafia town where he is the interrogator. congrats on the 2k!!! i'll look forward to reading everything ❤️🌻
The Sweetest Torture - A Geto Suguru x Reader Fanfic
Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Mafia AU. Edging. Light bondage (handcuffs). Oral sex.
Part of CandyCandy’s 2k Followers Event! Likes are welcome and loved but comments and reblogs make me all warm and squishy inside! Dividers by @benkeibear!
How did it come to this? An hour ago you were waiting tables at the small cafe you work at. Now you’re in some dank basement, sitting in an uncomfortable metal chair, your wrists handcuffed behind your back.
You live in a Mafia town. The local Falzone Mafia family controls the whole area, and though they can be intimidating, they’re overall easy to get along with. They generally do more good than harm, helping the local economy by bringing in tourists to their casino and keeping all crime but their own practically nonexistent. A few of them come into the cafe often, and one of them in particular has caught your eye.
He’s from Japan, but he’s been with the Falzone family since he was a child, according to him. His name is Suguru, and he’s unbelievably beautiful. He has the sort of beauty that stops people dead in their tracks, forcing them to look at him until he’s out of sight.
He stops in the cafe almost every day, always ordering a coffee and a pastry. He’s given you a few flirty, suggestive comments, and in response you let him know you were interested. But he’s yet to make a move since then. In fact he cooled off completely. No more flirting. To be honest, it’s been a bit of a blow to your self esteem.
A new employee of the family named Juliano has been coming into the cafe lately. He seems to be drunk on the power being part of a Mafia family gives him. He’s loud, disruptive, and often frightens the other customers. When Suguru has been in the cafe at the same time, he’s called Juliano down and made him apologize, but they don’t often visit together.
Two nights ago, you were cleaning up the cafe alone before closing up for the night when you heard a commotion outside. Thinking it was the two alley cats fighting again, you stepped outside to shoo them away before they hurt each other. But when you stepped around the corner of the cafe and peered into the alley, you saw two men.
One was Juliano. The other was a member of the Falzone family that you recognized as Antonio. You didn’t know him well but he never caused problems as far as you knew. They were shoving each other and arguing. Antonio yelled out a few words, most of which you couldn’t hear clearly. Except one: “Traitor!”
Juliano lunged toward him, something silver glinting in his hand. It only took a moment for you to realize Juliano was stabbing Antonio with a knife. As Antonio crumpled to the pavement, you tried to sneak away, to make it back inside before Juliano spotted you. But you didn’t make it. He was on you in an instant, shoving you against the outside wall of the cafe and holding his knife to your throat.
“If you breathe a word of this to anyone, you’re fucking dead! Do you understand me?”
You nodded, too terrified to speak, your eyes becoming wet.
Juliano’s breath was hot on your face as he said, “Not just you. I’ll kill everyone you love. Your whole family. So you better keep your mouth shut, no matter what!”
You nodded vigorously again. “I-I won’t tell anyone!”
He left then, and you slunk back into the cafe feeling exhausted and frightened. Antonio’s body was found the next day, and the Falzone family immediately began investigating to find out who killed one of their own. They questioned you at length, but you lied and said you’d closed up early that night and went home. That was yesterday.
Today, a couple of Falzone members came in and told you they’d asked around. Turns out you didn’t close up early. Someone walked by later in the evening and saw you wiping down tables. So why did you lie? What did you have to hide? Were you in cahoots with the killer? You panicked and probably only seemed more suspicious by trying to add more lies. So they took you back to their base, dragged you into this pitch dark room, and handcuffed you in this chair. Someone turned on a light that hung over your head like a spotlight and said their interrogator would be in to talk to you soon.
You’ve lived in a Mafia town long enough to know “interrogator” is a nice term for “torturer”. You have no idea what’s going to happen to you, but probably nothing good. Should you just tell the truth? They probably wouldn’t believe you at this point, and Juliano would definitely try to make good on his threat. No, you can’t risk your family’s safety.
The door creaks open and you look up to see which member of the family will be spending the evening ripping out your fingernails. Most of these men are regulars at the cafe. You chat with them, know exactly how they all like their coffee, laugh at their jokes. You feel a sense of fondness for them, so whoever it is, this is going to hurt in more ways than just physically.
Your jaw nearly drops when Suguru walks into the room. He’s their torturer?! Him?! You feel sick to your stomach as he closes the door behind him and approaches. You’d rather it be anyone but him!
He steps closer to you and looks down at your face. He wears a complicated expression as he sighs and says, “Can you just tell me what happened two nights ago?”
“I-I didn’t see anything! There’s nothing to tell!”
“Then why did you lie about closing up early?” Suguru asks.
You hesitate, trying to think up another lie. “I don’t know… I guess I just panicked when I was being questioned.”
“You do see how that makes you seem suspicious, right? You talk to Falzone guys every day at the cafe. It just doesn’t make sense for you to panic unless you have something to hide.”
You look up at him, wanting desperately to tell him the truth, but too scared of what Juliana will do to retaliate. By this point the man probably has a plan in mind for covering things up even if you tell.
Suguru steps even closer and leans down, putting his hands on the arm rests of your chair. A strand of silky black hair falls over his face as he says, “There are lots of things I want to do to you, but hurting you is not one of them. Please just tell me the truth.”
You can feel tears stinging your eyes. You really are in an impossible situation. “I… can’t.”
There’s a flash of something in his eyes, as if he just realized something. He lowers his voice to nearly a whisper and says, “Has someone threatened you? Tell me, and we can-“
The door suddenly opens, causing Suguru to straighten up and turn to face the newcomer. When he steps aside, your heart nearly stops when you see Juliano standing inside the door. He’s staring at you with dark eyes.
“What do you want, Juliano?” Suguru asks, seemingly slightly annoyed by the other man’s presence.
“Just came to observe,” Juliano says. “The boss okayed it. Antonio was a good friend of mine.”
You’re trying hard to control your expression, to not look at Juliano too much and make it obvious that you’re scared of him. But you can feel his eyes on you. He’s here to make sure you don’t talk.
Suguru narrows his eyes. “I don’t work with an observer. You’re hindering my interrogation.”
From his tone of voice, it seems clear that Suguru doesn’t like Juliano. Figures. Suguru is too classy to be friends with such a brute.
Juliano moves closer to you. “Oh come on. Just slap the little bitch around a few times and she’ll talk.” He raises his hand and swings it down toward your face. With the handcuffs on, you can’t even try to protect yourself, so you squeeze your eyes shut. But the impact never comes. You open your eyes again to see Suguru holding Juliano’s arm.
“I have my own way of doing things,” Suguru says, a warning tone to his voice. “And I’m not going to let you interfere. If the boss really wants you in here, he can come and tell me himself. Until then, get the fuck out.”
Juliano jerks his arm free and gives Suguru a dark, angry look. Then he gives you a meaningful glance before storming out of the room.
Suguru walks over and locks the door with a heavy bolt. “There. No more unwelcome distractions. Now where were we?”
When he steps back over to you, he leans over you again. “So? Is someone threatening you? Someone from a rival family? We can protect you.”
But could they protect you from one of their own? Could they protect your whole family? What if they just didn’t believe you? There were too many uncertainties. You lowered your head. “I’m sorry. I can’t tell you anything.”
Suguru stands up straight and runs a hand through his bangs. “Alright. Looks like I’m going to have to force you.”
Your eyes shoot up to his face in alarm.
He meets your gaze. “I have ways of making people talk. I like to tailor my methods to the individual.”
You try to shrink away from him but you have nowhere to go in the chair. “Please don’t hurt me!” you cry.
He looms over you, looking down with a sultry expression. His liquid amber eyes seem just a little darker. His lips curve into a subtle smile. “I’ve found that for many people, the most effective torture isn’t inflicting pain. It’s denying pleasure.”
Suguru squats down in front of the chair, his thighs spreading deliciously. One warm hand rests on your knee. “I know you want me,” he says in that entirely too smooth voice. “You practically said so last week. I can give you everything you want and more.” His hand slides up your leg, under your floral sundress, caressing you with soft, sensual motions. “Just tell me the truth, and I’ll give you pleasure like you’ve never even dreamed of before.”
You squirm in the chair, squeezing your thighs together. He really is inhumanly beautiful, like someone from a fairytale. He’s right that you want him. You’ve wanted him from the moment you laid eyes on him, on his lustrous black hair and muscular shape. You’ve dreamed about him taking you, bending you over one of the tables at the cafe and having his way with you.
But you have to resist!
You shake your head as you try to pull away from him. “I can’t!”
He slides his other hand under your dress, then uses both hands to pull your panties down, under your hips, and all the way down your legs. After tossing them aside, he gently pushes your legs apart. Your dress is bunched up between your legs, still preserving your modesty.
“You do want me, don’t you?” he asks, his eyes staring into yours.
“Y-yes…” you mumble, closing your eyes.
You feel his hands on your thighs again, creeping upward. Slowly, he pulls your dress up to your waist. The feeling of the soft fabric grazing over your bare pussy is so alluring, your breaths start to come quicker. Finally, you feel the cool air in the room between your legs, and you know you’re exposed.
“You’re beautiful,” you hear Suguru say. “The things I could do to your body… the things I could make you feel… if only you would tell me what you saw.”
You open your eyes and look at him. God, you want him! “I… I didn’t see anything!”
His hands continue stroking your thighs, getting oh so close to where you want them to be. He leans toward you, almost close enough to kiss you, and says in a low voice at your ear, “You’re not being truthful. Don’t you want me to make you cum over and over? Don’t you want my tongue on your cute little clit? My cock inside you?”
Your chest is rising and falling rapidly with your fast breathing, your skin feeling heated and flushed. “Yes… I want that!”
One of his hands moves up and slightly brushes over your slick pussy. “I want that too,” he says.
You have a sobering thought, and you can’t stop yourself from speaking it. “Now you’re not being truthful,” you tell him.
He looks surprised. “What do you mean?”
“After I told you I’m interested, you backed off. You were just teasing me this whole time.”
A hint of sadness passes over his lovely features. “In my line of work, starting a relationship with someone is dangerous, for them more than me. I can sleep around all I want, but the moment I want something more, there’s a chance that person could be targeted.”
Wait, does that mean he wants something more with you? But he’s afraid you’ll be attacked in order to hurt him? The thought makes you feel warm, but it also makes the current situation far worse. Now you want him more than ever.
You look him in the eyes. “I wish I could tell you! But I can’t!”
He gives a disappointed sigh. “What a shame. I was looking forward to taking you to heaven.”
The hand that had been ghosting over you between your legs suddenly stops moving, and you feel his soft fingers slipping between your folds to rub your clit. You nearly jump out of the chair. He smiles at you as your back arches. God, his touch is amazing! You almost spill every secret you have right then and there.
You moan as he strokes you expertly, already on the edge. But just as you feel like release is getting close, he stops, pulling his hand away. You let out a whine, jutting your hips out as if chasing his hand. He waits for your body to calm down, then returns his hand, his fingers tracing circles around your clit again. He watches as you start to come undone, trembling in the chair, and then stops again.
“Please… Suguru…” you breathe out, desperate for release.
“Just tell me the truth,” he replies. “If someone is threatening you, we can protect you.”
You shake your head, tears leaking out of your eyes. He touches you again, bringing you so close once more.
“My… my family…” you mutter.
“They threatened your family? We’ll protect them too. You have my word.”
“You won’t believe me!” you cry as he pulls his hand away again.
He leans his face in close to yours, looking you in the eyes. “Do you trust me?”
You hesitate for a moment, then nod.
“Then I trust you,” he says. “I’ll believe whatever you say.”
He moves his face down then, burying it between your shaking thighs, and begins devouring your pussy. As his tongue runs over your clit, you finally give in. You couldn’t possibly bear having this pleasure taken away from you.
“Juliano! Juliano stabbed Antonio!”
Suguru’s face tilts up slightly to look at your face, but his mouth continues pleasuring you until you finally reach sweet release, climaxing with a scream.
He pulls away and stands up, licking his lips. “Juliano, huh? I can’t say I’m surprised. He’s a sneaky little rat.”
Catching your breath, you look up at Suguru. “He said he’d kill me and my family if I told anyone. Please don’t let him!”
Suguru gives you a reassuring smile. “I won’t let anything happen to you or your family. You can count on it.”
You sigh in relief, feeling tears on your face.
“But before I confront him,” Suguru says, dropping down to his knees in front of you, “I believe I promised you a reward for telling the truth.”
You watch, enraptured, as he unbuckles his belt and opens his pants. He pulls out a cock that suits him perfectly: big, tall, and gorgeous. You can’t tear your eyes off it as he put his hands on your hips and slides you down a bit, so that you’re close to the edge of the seat, your hands still cuffed behind you. This position pulls slightly on your arms, but you can ignore some minor discomfort. Especially when he spreads you open and that magnificent cock pushes inside you.
Ahhh, he fills you up so perfectly! He begins thrusting into you, slowly at first, deeply and intimately. He gradually picks up speed, the friction of his skin against yours making you moan and buck your hips. He leans over you, his hair falling over his shoulders, and kisses your lips.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he says. “I had to hold back every time I went to the cafe. I wanted to fuck you in your waitress uniform, right in front of everyone!”
You almost think you’d let him. He goes so deep, and he hits exactly the right spot within you. “S-Suguru!” you cry out, your pussy clenching him tightly as another orgasm slams into you.
He keeps thrusting as you quiver beneath him, his hand stroking your hair. You can feel him twitching and pulsing inside you before he lets out a groan, then he absolutely stuffs you with his cum.
You look up at him with dazed eyes. “Promise you’ll protect me?”
He’s breathing hard as he slowly pulls out of you. “With my life,” he replies.
You watch him button his pants and then pull your dress back down, covering you modestly. He’s just stepping around you to unlock the handcuffs when there’s a banging on the door. He freezes and motions for you to be quiet. On the way to the door, he bends down and grabs your discarded panties, shoving them into his pocket.
At the door, he says, “Who is it? I’m busy.”
You hear Juliano’s voice. “The boss couldn’t come down here, but he said I can observe. Look, I’m sorry I tried to tell you how to do your job, alright?”
You know what Juliano is doing. He wants to stay in the room as much as possible, to intimidate you and make sure you don’t talk. Little does he know he’s too late.
Surprisingly, Suguru unlocks the door and lets him in. Juliano steps into the room, scowls at you, and asks, “Any luck?”
Suguru gives him a dark look. “What do you think, Juliano?”
Juliano, perhaps noticing the clear hostility radiating off of Suguru, suddenly looks at you again. “Has she been telling lies about me?” When no one says anything, he looks at Suguru again. “Are you seriously gonna believe this cheap little cunt over me?!”
Suguru punches him, so fast and so hard that Juliano has no chance to dodge or even bring up an arm to protect his face. He flops backwards onto the floor, unmoving.
You stare at the man on the floor. “Is… is he dead?”
Suguru walks back over to you and finishes uncuffing you. “No, I just knocked him out. I’ll send someone to get your family and bring them here to stay for a while, just until we make sure Juliano doesn’t have any lackeys.”
You let Suguru help you to your feet, rubbing your sore wrists. “What’s going to happen to him?” you ask, nodding toward Juliano.
Suguru smiles. “I’ll be putting him in that chair, interrogating him next. Though my methods for dealing with him will be very different,” he says, gently turning you around to see the wall that was behind your chair. It’s lined with hundreds of sharp, dangerous looking tools and utensils.
“Oh,” you say, feeling a chill come over you.
“I didn’t want you to see it while you were in here. I didn’t want to scare you,” Suguru says.
You’re grateful for that. But you feel just a little bad for Juliano. He probably deserves whatever he gets though.
Suguru holds out his hand to you. “Come on, you can stay in my room until all this settles down.”
You take it, feeling like the safest person in the world.
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dear fucking god I almost killed myself trying to relax with a bowl (or several) after almost killing myself for real tonight holy shit
I just simply wanted to relax after having practically a 5 hour long anxiety/panic attack/suicidal episode and I only have some old indica flower so I ground up a bit of what I have and put it in my bong with a little kief since it’s all I have to smoke because I smoked 10 fucking grams of concentrates in less than 4 weeks so I’m not very happy about that 🙃🙃🙃🙃
so I smoke like half the bowl and stand up to go grab a drink and in the process, I knock over a paper bag I had sitting next to my bed for some reason ?????? I think it was meant as a cat toy but I randomly stood it upright in front of my night stand one day for whatever reason ????? I don’t fucking know don’t ask me I just work here ????
nearly immediately get like blindingly pissed off from that simple thing and just flooded with rage to the point where I manic clean half my room
stop to check my progress for a second after around 15 minutes, and get almost instantly hit with a wave of pain and exhaustion because I’ve been forgetting to take my dosage of pain and adhd meds for like the last month so the adrenaline of being angry ran out and the inflammation took over 🙃🙃🙃
sit down to finally relax, and barely fucking blink before I find something else to clean and get irritated enough to stand up and clean more of the fucking room
suddenly stop, almost 15 minutes later, holding a half full garbage bag, slowly coming to the horrifying realization that WASN’T a jar of indica.
it WAS, however, a jar of the 6 different hybrid and sativa 1/8ths I bought a couple months ago in March, all fucking mixed together because I had the genius idea to like condense everything and fucking cram the like 6 jars that were slightly full into the one giant jar from a previous trip (that I got an indica from, hence the confusion) until that was overflowing
so I basically just smoked a Frankenstein bowl of what fucking snorting my 60mg dose of fucking adderall would feel like in weed form and made myself fucking manic because now I want to do fucking everything humanly and inhumanly possible and rearrange my room entirely and go for a random night walk in the cool air (but no fucking way in this neighborhood, I’ll end up killed. or worse). or just literally pack a bag, throw my cats in their crate, fucking run away, and start over somewhere where no one knows who the fuck I am, delete all my social media, and never return home or have an online presence ever again, and yeah
my guys it’s been a fucking NIGHT and it’s not even midnight my fucking christ
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can you do a public sex w dazai and you get caught? idk how to request sorry if i sound rude
It’s alright dear, no worries. I hope you don’t mind it being on the shorter side :>
Dom!reader x sub!dazai - reader is gender neutral
Warning: getting caught, teasing, stepping, clothed sex, biting, hair pulling
Features: poor kunikida
“Why don’t you come over to my place?”
That’s what he suggested, all of a sudden, in the middle of the day. Every other person would be slaving away at work, though he seems to have a lot of free time with his job. Wasn’t he a detective of some sorts? It makes sense, that kind of occupation isn’t consistent. Nevertheless, since today was your day off you decided to entertain his spontaneous idea.
You knocked on his door, looking around as you waited. His place… hah, the address he gave you was the armed detective agency though. Isn’t this his work place? The brown haired male ripped the door open with enthusiasm and grinned as he said, “you are finally here! Kept me waiting enough didn’t you?” Within the next few seconds, he pulled you inside and slammed the door shut. Then he pushed you until you sat down on the couch.
“Ugh! The hell’s wrong with you, dazai?” Without having a chance to react, he kneeled down and rubbed his face against your leg. “Haha, you took so long.” You twitched a little at his action, ruffling your hand through his hair to get a good grip, before you yanked on them. “And? Why so impatient? You didn’t mention a time.” Dazai smirked, he looked so scheming and all knowing, it was irritating. “You came at just the right time~ It’s my lunch break.” Suddenly he grabbed your ankle, moving it closer to his face and rubbing it against his cheeks. He didn’t break eye contact with you while doing that.
“What do you think you are doing, osamu?” A stern tone, contradictory to the previous light one. You noticed his bottom lips trembling a little, almost as if he was excited and ecstatic. Slowly, you moved your shoe away from his cheek but instead traced a nonexistent line down his upper body. First tapping his chin slightly, then grazing the tip of your shoe against his torso, from his chest to his pelvis. “You aren’t allowed to touch me without permission, you know that.” Instead of moving lower, you remained at his pelvis, right above the place where he desires your touch the most. “So? I did it anyway, what now?” How cheeky he was, luckily for him you liked it.
Not wasting any time chitchatting, you commented, “Fine, i can already guess what you want from me.” Afterwards you pressed your shoe against his crotch. “You want to do filthy things at your workplace? So naughty of you.” “Mhm, am I the only one though? You did came, after all.” Look at him acting all smart, what a headache he is. “This still doesn’t top you wanting to get caught by your colleagues.” What other reason would he have to do it here.
There was no response, or rather, it was an unexpected kind of response. The brunette only smiled a bit more, the corners of his mouth twitched. He licked his lips, eyes half lidded and bearing so much neediness behind them. It was so pathetic that you found it cute. So as a rewards you stepped onto his bulging dick with more pressure, having his entire body shudder in pleasure. “Ah-mhmm! Oh fuck- haha…” He yelped and wore a dumb smile, one that exposed his lust, if it wasn’t obvious enough.
The more it hurt, the more he loved it, and the more you stepped down, the more his face twisted into a blissful expression. Soon you noticed his pants getting a wet spot beneath your soles, as well as some of that dirty fluid clenching to you. “Why are you so needy today?” You mocked him, watching him shake while you intensify the pressure more and more. “NmMHN-aaAhh… i missed you?” That man said, already spouting nonsense. You smirked back at him, then raised your foot and stomped on him.
“GaAahhHH..!” An ear splitting sound erupted, echoing through the empty halls of the agency. Since no one was there, you didn’t think much about the volume. But as fate has intended, there was someone outside on the floor. You even heard the voice say, “who’s there?” Shit, what now. Should you just act as if nothing happened? Maybe he didn’t hear the screa-
“Didn’t someone scream?” “Oh, it’s kunikida.” It seems like your partner knew him. Before you got any chance to talk to dazai about it, kunikida slammed the door open. He was so ready to chase out the intruders, if he didn’t just witness a scene he didn’t wish to see. Heck he didn’t even want to imagine it. “Arghh, go somewhere else, dazai.” Then that blind haired male just reprimanded his colleague and left without a word. “Haha, was he surprised, well anyway, let’s just continue shall we?” Dazai suggested, but you firmly responded, “no. My mood’s ruined.”
He pouted to sweetly and begged you, but you stayed stubborn. In the end, he promised to make it up to you later, in a different way..?
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