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actuallysaiyan · 8 months

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She Keeps It Pumping Straight To My Heart(Vergil x Fem!Reader)

warnings: mentions of having a baby, Vergil is needy, smut, creampies, unprotected sex, mentions of breeding word count: 0.9k pairings: Post DMC5!Vergil x Fem!Reader a/n: This just kind of popped into my brain! Hope you enjoy!

He shouldn’t want this. Not at his age or with the way things have gone in his life. Even with the way things ended up with his first son, Vergil knows that having another child might be the wrong idea. This nagging sensation deep inside of him lately makes him think that you could be the right person to have this with.

Even Dante and Nero notice a change in Vergil. He’s less abrasive, less angry. They even see a smile on his face, which makes them both feel very much at ease. They know that Vergil needs to know real peace, and you are the one to bring it to him.

This all culminates one night into something so passionate and loving. With the two of you freshly showered and now lying in bed, in crisp fresh sheets, you are caressing one another. Sweet, loving kisses are shared.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” you ask, a smirk on your face.

Vergil chuckles, “Ah, so you’ve noticed it as well.”

He then maneuvers you both so that he’s on top of you, your legs spread for him. Still, his kisses are gentle and loving, but you can feel the heat growing in them. He grunts softly as he ruts against you, his cock becoming unbearably hard.

“We’ve been together for quite some time, yes?” he wonders out loud.

“Yeah, almost two years now.”

The words that come from your pretty lips both excite and warm his heart. He never knew he could have a love so pure and so tender for this long. Even at the beginning of your relationship, Vergil thought he’d fuck it up somehow and lose you forever. But you proved to be resilient and determined. You loved him for who he was and you weren’t just going to abandon him. Vergil meant everything to you, especially after he saved your life from a horde of evil devils.

Vergil breathes, “I think…I think I want another baby,”

You giggle nervously, “Another baby? But you only met your son when he was an—”

He interrupts you with another kiss, “You’ll give me a baby, won’t you?”

Your heart skips a beat. How are you supposed to deny such a request? You stutter out the word “yes”, but you nod as well to let him know you’re more than interested. With your arms around his neck, he moves you into a more comfortable position.

“Just the thought of carrying my seed must excite you,” Vergil comments as he uses the tip of his cock to smear your arousal all over your tight hole. “You’re already so wet,”

He continues his teasing for a while, making sure to tap the tip of his cock against your swollen clit. You never thought you’d get to this point in your life, but you cannot deny the fact that having a child with Vergil would be amazing. The thought of making a baby is exciting too.

He captures your lips in a kiss as he presses himself into you. You’re both panting and moaning as he bottoms out, leaving you both a little fucked out already. Vergil smirks when he realizes this is actually going to happen. You’re going to be carrying his child.

Your hands soothe up and down his back as he starts a slow pace, getting you both used to these sensations. Vergil finds it hard to not blow his load from the beginning, as he always gets so over excited to make love to you. He takes a deep breath before pressing your legs to your chest which places you in the perfect mating position.

“You will carry my seed in your womb,” Vergil says, his voice full of need and lust.

“Yes, yes! Please, Vergil!” You cry out, his cock bullying the sweet spot so deep inside of you.

His hand traces down your chest to your core, rubbing the swollen clit that’s just begging for attention. Your eyes screw shut as he begins pounding into you, making you feel that familiar tightening in your stomach. Your cries of love and ecstasy begin echoing off the walls.

“That’s it, sparrow,” he coos at you. “Milk my cock. Be a good girl and milk my cock,”

His words arouse you as much as they surprise you. He’s not usually one to talk filthy like this, and it’s just fueling your fire even more. It takes but only a few more thrusts to send you over the edge.

Tears slip down your cheeks at the intense pleasure. Your spongy walls squeeze and contract around his throbbing cock, milking him for his warm and thick seed. He’s grunting and growling, his voice sounding almost distorted. And with a passionate and hungry kiss, Vergil spills himself so deep inside your pulsing walls.

The two of you continue to grind against one another, riding out the remnants of what is the most intense orgasm you’ve both felt in forever. And when Vergil pulls away, you almost think he’s going to get up to get you something to drink. It’s just that the sight of his thick cum running out of your puffy cunt sends him into a frenzy.

You cry out as he slams himself back into you, clearly not done.

“I said I wanted to have another baby,” Vergil huffs as he fucks himself into you. “And we are going to have another baby.”

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holylulusworld · 9 months

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Windfall

Summary: You are the last unmarried lady. A spinster.

Pairing: Royal!Stucky x Royal!Reader

Warnings: 30+ reader, modern royal au, old fashioned society when it comes to the age of unmarried women (kinda), polyamorous, throuple marriages are allowed in this world, mentions of rejection, the reader is a loner, bitchy ladies, established mlm relationship,

Square filled for @allcapsbingo: B5: Loneliness

Words: 940+

The ladies sneer when you pass them by. You don’t spare them a glance, aware that they do not like you.

People always fear what they do not understand. Like a woman who wants more in life than being her husband's arm candy.

“I don’t know why she holds her head high like that. She’s the last unmarried daughter. Even her younger sibling and almost every cousin are engaged to a gentleman. The last one will be married soon and the poor soul not getting the chance to marry one of the younger ones will settle for the windfall.”

The other women giggle at Lady Dorothy’s words. “You’re right. No one wants the old spinster. A man wants a young woman, a beautiful innocent blossom. Not a withering rose.”

You don’t take their words to heart. They are not wrong. All the gentlemen roaming your parents' house only came for your sister or the cousins your father took in after their parents passed away.

“Lady Y/N,” you sigh when Lady Sharon makes her way toward you. At least she’s kind enough to talk to you in public. “There you are!”

“My dear,” Lord Loki, Sharon’s husband greets you. He bows and presses a chaste kiss to your hand. He’s one of the few men seeing you as more than an old spinster. Loki appreciates your wit. “How have you been?”

“Fine, Lord Loki,” you reply. Unlike the other ladies in the room, you look him straight in the eyes. You’re not the kind of woman cowering in front of a man only because he has a cock between his legs. “I hope you are well too.”

“Very well,” he smiles at his wife. “My brother finally got engaged.”

“Again,” Sharon adds. “He’s a little fickle when it comes to courting for a woman. He should grow up and settle for one lady.”

“I understand him well,” you nod thoughtfully. “It isn’t easy to find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. You should choose with your heart and mind.”

You barely escaped the nagging ladies and their gossip. Now you are hiding at the library to read another book. Loki and Sharon wouldn’t mind. They invited you to use their library when you are around and read as many books as you want to.

Nose burying in another book you don’t recognize someone sneaking inside the library.

“Stevie, you look so good today.” Your eyes flit up when you hear voices behind one of the shelves. “I can’t wait to put my hands on you.”

“Buck, we can’t. Not here.”

Frowning you listen closely. There is commotion behind the shelf, and you are sure, the men are up to no good.

You close the book and get up to find out what’s going on. If someone tries to steal Loki’s books, you will stop them at all costs.

Silently sneaking toward the shelf, you practice your speech in your mind. You’re not shy, but two men can be intimidating. Especially when they try to commit a crime.

You round the shelf, stopping in your tracks as you face the men. Your breath hitches in your throat because the men do not try to steal Loki’s books. No. They are kissing each other passionately.

You recognize the men. James Buchanan Barnes and Steven Grant Rogers. You heard rumors about them being in a relationship but never talked to them before.

You swallow thickly. What can you do? Say something? Tell them to not do such a thing at Loki’s library.

The only thing you can do is turn back around and walk toward the armchair to read your book. If you leave the library now, they will know you saw them. If you say something, they will get mad.

So, you sit back down, open your book, and start reading. You can still hear them kiss and moan but try to blend the noises they make out. It’s inappropriate to listen to their lovemaking. Not to mention sinful and forbidden.

You close your eyes and bite your lower lip. Their moans go straight to your lower half, the sacred garden you only touch at night, hidden in your bedroom.

“Aw, Bucky. Look at that pretty angel touching herself for us. Do you think we should help her out?”

Your eyes snap open as you feel eyes on you. You didn’t realize that the book slipped from your fingers and that you bunched up your skirt to slip your hand into your panties.

“I-no. I didn’t,” you lick your dry lips. “I wouldn’t… no. This is a misunderstanding.” You furiously shake your head.

The men watch your move your fingers, smirking as you cannot stop yourself from touching your clit.

“Doll, you are rubbing your sweet pearl for us, huh?” Bucky’s eyes are glued to your spread legs. “Tell me, did you like watching Stevie and me?”

You nod.

“Did it make your petals all wet?” Steve husks. “Did you touch yourself because you wanted us to touch you?”

You nod again.

“Stevie,” Bucky whispers lowly. “Do you know who she is? The angel no one dared to marry. It’s said that she’s a fiery little thing. Untamable and mouthy.”

“I’m not!” You grunt. “How dare you say such a thing!”

“Fiery and naughty, my beloved,” Steve cups his lover’s face to kiss him deeply. He moans into Bucky’s mouth, making you gasp loudly. “I guess she needs two strong pairs of hands to tame her.”

“Indeed,” Bucky smirks. “I bet her father will be so happy when she gets married to not one but two Lords making her an honest woman…”

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qtssvnwoo · 1 year

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Hurt-Ron Weasley

Description: Your relationship with Ron was seemingly going pretty well. You both were happy and all you needed was each other. But, Ron slowly grew more and more distant, without a reason why. And as more fights came, you slowly started to lose it.

A/N: I was actually so excited to get back to writing, so I have a new Ron fic for my angst loving babes.

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: Mild language, not too excessive, might be structured weirdly cause i’m tired

Part Two

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He was always there before. At the start of your relationship, Ron would be glued to your hip like a baby on a mothers side. He would be with you constantly, talking to you constantly etc etc. You felt like you were on cloud nine when you were with him, which was all the time. Ron never failed to make you smile, you were always laughing and giggling with him, like a little girl. You two were completely and utterly in love. But something changed.

Around the time of the yule ball, tensions got high between Ron and Harry. Ron accused Harry of butting his name in the goblet behind his back, while Harry claimed he did no such thing. You had no idea how such a silly thing could turn into tearing a trio in half, but it had. You had tried to be there for Ron, showing him love and kindness even if he was short and rude to you, you still held your kindness high up, hoping that Ron would see how he was acting towards you and change, but he never saw his fault, and never did change.

It wasn’t until the first fight you had with Ron that made you realize the dreaded truth. That Ron was not going to change anytime soon.

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It was a cold winter day, and you loved it. You were at peace with the snow falling at your side, hands wrapped up in gloves and necked neatly covered in the red and gold scarf given to you by Ron. You listened as people laughed far off in the distance, but that did not bother you. You were content with sitting in the snow, watching the landscape and taking in your surroundings.

Your harmony was unfortunately interrupted by a very angry Ronald Weasley stomping your way. You immediately knew that it was him when you heard the rough crunching of snow and whispers of incoherent curses coming from his mouth. You turned your head and were met with a bright red, and choleric, Weasley boy.

Sighing to yourself, you turned your body around to face the grumpy ginger, and with a glare he stared at you back.

“What's wrong Ron?” You purposely tried to add a milk and honey texture to your voice, to try and show him that you were trying to help him. Apparently, the message was not sent. Ron glared even harder at you, his frown growing deeper as he rolled his eyes at you and attempted to continue on his pity party journey. You stopped him once more by grabbing his arm, but he didn’t even let you get a word out before his top blew off and he was yelling at you.

“Bloody Hell Y/N! Can’t you see I do NOT want to talk to you right now?” You were taken back by his sudden outburst, he never yelled at you like this, why now?

“Well Ron, I’m trying to help you. You look angry-”

“Yes I’m angry and you nagging me about why I'm angry isn’t helping.”

“Nagging? Ron, I asked you one question.”

“A question I do not feel like answering.”

You didn’t know what to say. You were astonished at the sudden cut-throat attitude of your once so sweet and pleasurable boyfriend.

“God forbid I’m worried about you Ron, am I not allowed to worry about you?” Ron glared at you and took a step forward so you were face to face. You felt the heat of his anger burning off his cheeks and you knew the words about to come out of his mouth were not going to be pleasant ones.

“I don’t need someone worrying about me like I’m a little kid. Get off my back and leave me alone. Can you at least do that right?”

You were frozen. Your words caught in your throat and choked you when you tried to talk. You felt a rush of several different emotions rush through you at once. Anger, sadness, confusion, all of them were racing through you. You looked at Ron’s eyes and searched for any sign of remorse, or hurt. Any sign that he possibly didn’t mean what he had said, but you found none. Nothing was behind his eyes except a blazing fire of anger.

You let him walk away. No words you could muster up would make him turn back and you knew that. You just stood there as you tried to comprehend what he would have meant. So many things ran through your mind as you felt your cheeks grow warm and your eyes start to weld up.

—--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Ever since that day weeks ago, you hadn’t spoken to Ron. Just as he asked you. The yule ball was approaching and you didn’t know if you and Ron were going together or not. You told yourself that it was evident that he would ask you, or that you would just go together since you were his girlfriend, or, you at least thought it was evident. This was until you came across Ron asking a girl to go with him, to which he got rejected. You stood there puzzled, why hadn’t he asked you? You were his girlfriend. You listened as he complained to Harry about not being able to find a date, and this was your turning point.

You hurriedly stomped up to him and turned him around by a quick pull of the shoulder. He looked confused at first, his confusion was followed up by a swift and hard slap to the face. The slap echoed throughout the courtyard and people stopped to look at the origination of the sound, but you didn’t care. You tried to stop yourself from crying as you stood there breathing heavily.

“Bloody hell Y/N! What was that for?!”

“You, You Ronald Weasley are a complete ASSHOLE!” And with your harsh words you shoved him backwards, causing him to fall and stare up at you in wonder, wonder in what he could’ve possibly done to offend you.

“Mate, did you not ask her?” Was all Harry said before you turned yourself around and walked away? Tears stain your cheeks as you try to recollect your breathing.

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The yule ball came a week later, and still, Ron could barely even give you a glance. You were, nonetheless, trying to enjoy your night, you wouldn’t let some boy ruin your night. But, throughout the night, you couldn’t help but catch yourself staring at him. He was never looking at you, nor did he try. Of course, this made you sad but a lot of things Ron had done recently made you sad.

You caught your eyes drifting over to Ron once more, and this time, he was glaring at someone. You followed his gaze and your eyes landed on Hermione and Krum dancing together. You looked back between Ron and Hermione and Krum. You couldn’t believe it. He was jealous of Krum. Rage engulfed you and you felt yourself once again crying. Your sudden rage had caused you to squeeze your glass a little too tight. The sound of breaking glass caused Ron to look over at you, and a couple people as well followed his gaze. You stared Ron down, the pain from your heart outnumbered the pain in your hand. You felt blood rush down your arm, a result of the glass cutting deep into your hand.

You kept looking at Ron, and he kept looking at you. He saw the blood falling and decided it was best if he got up to check on you, but as he got closer you shook your head, repeatedly saying no as you tried to push him away. He was confused about this, and still advanced further. Your series of no’s got louder and louder until you shouted at him. The shout was lost in the music, and you looked at Ron with hateful eyes.

“Y/N, you’re hurt. Please let me take you to Madam Pomfrey.” His voice sounded so genuine, and for a second you thought he truly did care for you. He reached out his arms to hold your bleeding hand, but, just as you were about to give your hand to him, you caught him taking a quick glance over his shoulder, in the direction of Hermione and Krum.

“NO. FUCK you, Ronald Weasley. FUCK you. I HATE YOU.” You walked backward, the words you were speaking were foreign to you, you had never told him you hated him, and you felt incredibly bad for it, but at the moment, it felt like it needed to be said. He looked hurt as he slowly put his hands down at his sides and stared at you in disbelief.

“I wish I never dated you, Ronald Weasley. I hate you.”

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You sat in your room, your hand still moderately bleeding through the cloth around it. You thought back on the words you had said to Ron. You knew you didn’t mean a word you said. But, seeing the way he stared at Hermione and Krum set you off. You could tell he wanted to be Krum, he wanted to be in his place. And the way he looked at Hermione? God, you had felt like he had ripped your heart out and laughed as he stomped on it.

He had never looked at you like that, with such adoration, compassion, and with such love. The mere thought of this made you sob, your makeup running down your face as the moonlight hugged you in the red dress that you had gotten just for him.

You planned on staying in your room all night, crying your guts out until you cried yourself dry and fell asleep. But, unexpectedly you heard a quiet voice saying your name, and a knock at the door.

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beskarandblasters · 5 months

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Release Your Inhibitions

Inexperienced!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Author’s note: Inspired by this beautiful piece of art by @immarocketman!! If you want to, you could imagine this is in the same universe as Uncut, Grasp & Tug, Oral Fixation, and Bare It All! But reading them is not required to read this! :)

Summary: Shortly after revealing his face to you, Din’s worried about the faces he makes during sex, since he’s never had to worried about that before. You suggest something that might ease his worries; a blindfold.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, established relationship, Din is insecure and inexperienced, helmet comes off, blindfolding, oral sex (M receiving), vaginal sex, light biting, creampie, super romantic and loving sex, use of Mando’a words/phrases (Cyar’ika = sweetheart, Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum = I love you, Yooba solus mesh'la = You are beautiful), no use of y/n

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics Fic recs: @kelbellsficrecs

“Would it be alright if I left my helmet on this time?” Din says softly.

You’re at a hotel on Coruscant, a place that was a bit out of Din’s price range. But the bed is nice and big, a luxury you don’t get when you’re in the confines of the Razor Crest. You made the first move, palming the growing bulge in his flight suit. A groan escaped his lips underneath the helmet. He’s missed you today, spending most of his time chasing after a particularly difficult bounty. But once you heard the knock on the hotel room door you knew what that meant; time with him between the sheets.

He’s got you on your back and legs spread apart. Half of your clothes are strewn about on the floor and he’s down to just his flight suit. But now you’re stopped dead in your tracks, wondering what in the galaxy would make Din ask that.

“Of course, it’s alright, Din. But… why?”

He doesn’t answer right away, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. He rests his helmet in his gloved hands, slouched forward and sighing to himself. You move to sit beside him, running your hand up and down his back.

“You can tell me anything,” you remind him, feeling how his body reacts to your touch, even through all the layers.

“I’m just… insecure?” he says, unsure of his own feelings, unsure of where it’s coming from.

“Okay. Is that why you want to keep your helmet on?” you continue, dancing around this topic delicately. Taking off his helmet and showing you his face is a relatively new thing for the two of you. Not only it is a huge sign of the trust he has for you, but it’s also opening him to a world of insecurities. Under all of the beskar, he’s confident, never having to worry about what he actually looks like. But when he showed you his face many rotations ago, a nagging voice became a fixture in the back of his mind, telling him “She hates the way you look. This was a mistake. And you’re stupid for ever thinking this would go well,” despite all the love and words of affirmation you gave him. It breaks your heart knowing he feels that way about himself.

“Last night when were, uh, doing it, I caught a glimpse of what I look like, in the mirror.”

“I see,” you say, glancing at the mirror hung on the wall beside the bed.

“And I just think the faces I make are… stupid? I don’t know. It’s silly.”

“It’s not silly, Din. Everyone worries about that kind of stuff.”

“I’ve never had to before.”

You rack your brain for ways to help him out of this. He deserves to have sex without his helmet off. He deserves to be completely encapsulated in your scent or to feel your lips against his. And selfishly, you want him to keep it off, of course. There has to be some sort of solution, a temporary fix.

And then it dawns on you; a blindfold.

“I have an idea,” you say, moving off the bed and walking to a chair in the corner of the room, where Din’s medic kit is sitting. You rifle through the medic kit and pull out a white piece of fabric, one Din would use for dressing a wound.

You return to the side of the bed where he’s sitting, lifting the helmet slowly off his head and setting it on the nightstand.

“What about a blindfold?” you say, holding the fabric in front of his face.

“A blindfold? Why?”

“Half of your face will be covered,” you shrug, “And you won’t have to look at yourself in the mirror.”

“Oh, okay,” he says.

You take off the remaining layers of your clothes while he slips out of his flight suit, cock springing free from the fabric. He sits back down on the bed and you wrap the blindfold around his face, tying it at the back of his head.

“But now I don’t get to see you,” he says, almost complaining.

“Yes but…” you start, bringing your head beside his ear, “Your other senses are heightened,” you whisper, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Kriff,” he curses under his breath.

You sink to the floor, running your lips along his groin, and feeling the goosebumps on his skin beneath your fingertips. He shudders as you get closer and closer to his cock, only to pull away once he’s holding his breath and expecting you to take him in your mouth.

“Cyar’ika, please. Don’t tease me,” he whines, aching for your mouth around his cock already.

“Fine. Fine. I won’t,” you giggle, kissing his groin and moving closer to his cock again. You wrap your hand around the base and slip your tongue between his head and his foreskin, still teasing him a little. He groans some more, his hands finding each side of your face and caressing it lightly. And just when he’s about to beg again, you take him in your mouth as far as he can go, stroking the part you can’t fit. His hands move to the back of your head as you suck him off, head bobbing up and down and your tongue flat against the underside of his cock.

“Kriff, cyar’ika,” he curses again, “You take care of me so well.”

You hum in response, sending a vibration down his shaft. He shudders again, head thrown back in pleasure while your other hand inches closer to his balls. And once you cup them he’s about to lose it, shaky breaths working up to full-blown panting.

“Cyar’ika, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” he pants, voice dripping with arousal and pleasure.

You hum in response again, as if you’re telling him that you want this, that you want to make him cum. Your tongue returns to the head of his cock, swirling around the tip and in between his foreskin, while your hand continues to stroke his length. You feel his balls tense up in your hand and almost immediately after, he’s coming down your throat, moaning out a string of curse words in Mando’a you don’t quite catch. You swallow his release, stroking him through his orgasm before taking him out of your mouth and rising from the floor.

“You’re amazing,” he says, voice still breathless and coming down from his high.

“I’m not quite done with you,” you chuckle, pushing his shoulders lightly so he’s lying down on the bed. His cock is still hard and glistening from just being in your mouth.

“You’re not?”

“Nope,” you giggle, moving to straddle him. You sink down onto his cock, feeling him stretch out your walls as you take all of him. But instead of staying upright with your hands flat against his chest, you lean forward, placing your head beside his ear again while grinding against him.

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum,” you whisper. Although you couldn’t understand the curse words he used earlier, you made sure to learn how to say I love you and a few other things with the help of your data-pad.

All he can do is moan in response as your cunt envelopes his cock and your hips grind against him. So you take his earlobe in between your teeth and tug on it lightly before whispering again.

“Yooba solus mesh'la,” you tell him, wanting him to feel all the love and admiration you hold for him, wanting him to know that he’s desired.

He whispers back that he loves you, too, his voice jumping an octave as you cum around his cock. You take his earlobe in between your teeth again while you ride out your high, feeling the pleasure originate from your core and spread outwards. Your orgasm triggers his own and soon enough he’s coming inside you, cock pressed up against your cervix. The movement of your hips eventually slows to a halt and you’re left there just resting against him with his cock still inside you.

You poke your head up and untie the blindfold around his head, looking deep into his eyes with a smile on your face.

“Did you like that? The blindfold?” you ask.

“I did… Maybe we can do that more often?” he asks, his words delicate like he’s afraid of your response.

“Of course,” you say, leaning down and pressing a kiss against his lips.

He kisses you back, needy and passionate, but only because he knows that out of all the people in the galaxy, you’re the only one who will ever see him like this.

“Thanks for being patient with me,” he says softly.

“Anything for you,” you whisper back.

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luvvixu · 5 months

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sinner and saint

content: fluff, modern!au gojo, lowkeybf!gojo, this was written like last year so it's kinda forgotten but whatevs, im sure he's that guy who would do crazy things like that

a saint and a sinner. that's how people would call a trope like you two have.

you, y/n l/n, a saint—who grew up in a secluded family who thinks morality, being demure, and growing up like a holy being matters the most.

he, satoru gojo, a sinner—who grew up in a harsh environment but that did not stop him from being himself, a reckless little one, a total opposite of you.

but there was something in him that caught you head over heels. you couldn't even describe him properly on how you fell in love with him because your mind is a mess when his name reaches your brain—in a good way though.

all you can say is that he kissed you one time, and there you knew, and there you have it, love blooms whenever he goes.

meanwhile, from his perspective, it was different. satoru thinks you're way too out of league for him. but that does not halt him, either you, to show your full adoration towards each other. being with you is like a grace from above, he did not pray for it nor manifest it, you just came into his life and he found a reason to continue.

"come on, y/n. it'll not be that bad." a voice whispers from your windowsill. it belongs to your lowkey boyfriend, satoru, who snuck out from their house just to have a late night walk with you.

"hush! are you even aware what time it is?!" you whispered-ly yelled, worried for satoru that he might get caught. knowing that you grew up in a strict slash religious slash mentally draining household. of course, discrimination has no escape in your family.

your lover took a glance at your analog clock by the wall, he glanced up to you with a coy smile, decorating those luscious lips. "it's 11:37 pm, my love. you never told me that you do not know how to read an analog clock." satoru said with full cockiness in his tone.

a glare was sent towards the latter's way as you escalated a sigh at his silliness (you admire him for that). how did you even go in this situation? simple, he was reckless and you love him.

well actually, it all started when he passed you a note during school time. the paper itself looked like a contract more than an invitation, it stated that he was hoping you would join him in a late night walk around your neighborhood's vicinity.

you and your boyfriend live nearby each other. that is why everytime the school ends, you two would always go home together (with matching holding hands, of course). thankfully, the gossipers in your town did not suspect the two of you at all. with extreme carefulness and instinct, the two of you manage to hide your relationship from everybody.

and occasionally, he would steal a kiss from you when it's late and no one was nearby. this always never fails to make your stomach feel like there's a whole sanctuary of butterflies dancing inside.

"i did not even agree with this thing you're saying." back to the present, satoru has been nagging you constantly about this late night walk he's been excited about.

"but you did not disagree, either. So, i guess now that I'm here, you could make up your mind?" satoru planted his hand on his cheeks, looking at you so innocently.

did I mention that he was still literally dangling outside? like his feet were still planted on the roof that he climbed just to be here in your room.

"what if we got caught?" you mumbled, slowly walking back and forth, a habit of yours whenever you feel anxious.

"oh sweetheart, come here." he made you kneel by the window. his warm hands made you feel secure as he cupped your face, looking dead straight in your eyes.

"listen, you know that i would not do anything that will put you in danger, am I right?" you nodded, making satoru smile before planting a small peck right in your nose. "if we ever got caught, which i don't think will be happening in this current situation, i would be fully accountable and i would face the consequences alone."

"don't say that." your eyebrows immediately submerged into a frown.

"say what?"

your fingers reach for his face too, delicately caressing every inch of the face you love. "it's unfair that it would be only you who is at fault. i now want this too. don't taint your name alone with the mistakes we both make." there's a hint of pain and upset in your voice, which did not go unnoticed by your lover.

satoru immediately places a kiss on your forehead to cease the frown forming in your frame. "hey. i'm sorry, okay? i didn't mean to invalidate you. i just want what's best for you." he noticed your tense muscles suddenly came to loose, kind of relieved from what he said to you.

"you're the best for me." you let out your sweetest smile that even ants might get diabetes. you could also see your satoru blushes as his cheeks in your palm suddenly become more warmer and the tip of his ears are visibly red.

"ooh~? someone's blushing?" you teasingly said. the gentleman in front of you chuckles as he takes your fingers and kisses all of your fingertips.

"mmh…i am, indeed." his voice is so sultry that it was your turn to blush—maybe harder than he was earlier.

the couple giggled to each other as they continued to exchange endearing words and sweet little kisses. teenage love is really sweet. for sure when they grow up, this kind of memory would be stamped permanently in their brains.

"this might sound cheesy to you but whatever, i'm just going to say what I want to say."

"alright, but first, why don't you come inside? i'm worried you might get a cold from hanging out there…"

"eh, this is more convenient since you're coming out with me." he just offered you a thumbs up before proceeding to his next speech. you waited for him patiently with a gentle smile decorating your lips.

"as i was saying, whenever you would run your fingers through my hair as we watched the lights of the city go wild, you kept your eyes to me—only to me. at first, it feels wrong but you make it enough just to make it right."

"because i never thought that i would end up with you. a living goddess, a saint, a careful daughter—you're way too opposite of me. but, whenever i see you smile, i...i can see the sparks fly."

"i remember it all, that summer afternoon of July 7th—you held my hand and led me towards the staircase of our classroom building. you whisper my name ever so slowly and softly, and then you say you love me. god! that made me get so captivated by you, everything blooms like a fireworks show."

his blue eyes dived deep inside your own, swimming further as he got lost by your warmth. it held pure praise and adoration for you, and only you. every inch of his body screams that you only own him. That applies the same to you as to satoru.

"so, my love, would you like to go out with me?" your lover lends out his hand, encouraging you to join him into a reckless adventure. with tears slowly formulating in your eyes, you manage to let out a contented laugh—clearly touched by his confesst.

"do I really have to say anything when you literally told me a while ago the reason why you have decided to stay there by the window is that it is more convenient since you're coming out with me?"

satoru blushes slightly. "oh shush! don't make me embarrassed and just say your answer."

your eyes disappeared as you gave her your signature eyed smile, something you would only do when you feel extremely happy.

"whenever there's you, i will always follow you."

"is that a yes?" sometimes, your boyfriend is a big mood killer with his stinky ass jokes that make you want to throw him into the ocean and feed to those little fish who need his nutrients.

"do you not hear what i have said?" your eyes squint over his mischievousness.

"said what?"

this mother—

"okay, i changed my mind. goodnight." without a second thought, you turned your heel away and started to lay down on your bed.

"wait! No, no ,no! my love, i'm just joking—like really! i am just so happy you accepted my offer." you saw satoru struggle to stop you through your peripheral vision, it makes you smile but you remembered that you're annoyed, so you stop yourself.

"hmph! let's just go, we still have class tomorrow." he smiled at your answer before helping you to sneak out through the window.

mumbling some careful words, both of you successfully touch the ground without making any noises. a harsh wind of the night blew within your skins, as you were only wearing a thin fabric of your nightgown.

"here. good thing i bought you some of my extra hoodies." you grin at your boyfriend's caring attitude as he even helps you wear it.

the walk around your subdivision is just perfect and calming. just you and satoru, walking hand in hand, swaying your collided hands occasionally. the moon and the stars above are twinkling, serving as your light along with the light posts near the sidewalk.

"i've always wanted to do this, walking alone with you. i like it that it's just the two of us, i could kiss you anytime i want." you punched his arm weakly and told him to cut it out, but satoru was serious with his words.

"i love you—"

*drip*

"it's raining? damn, i should've checked the weather first." you man mumbles under his breath and was about to pull you to the nearest shelter when you held his hands. stopping, his blue eyes trailed at you with confusion.

"let's just stay here for a while."

"but baby, you might get sick."

"i won't." you let out a laugh as you pull satoru in the middle of the road, inviting him for a waltz. his hands slowly trail on your curves as you wrap your arms around his neck.

two eyesights are swimming to each other's gaze, drowning themselves with love and neverending adoration.

both of your foreheads are leaning to each other, still swaying and hands are clasping. satoru blew a peck on your nose, he could feel the coldness from the rain—but it was just right because of how the distance of your bodies brings warmth to each other.

"y/n, can i kiss you?" satoru's blue eyes bore into your own orbs, filled with extreme love and adoration towards you.

"you don't have to ask me." answering with the same loudness and softness, you smiled at your lover.

gently, satoru adjusted his grip on your waist before slowly capturing your lips with his. the dynamic rhythm of your kiss matches the dampness of the rain, creating a romantic air within your vicinity.

this is perfect. you couldn't ask for more, he couldn't ask for more. once again, teenage love is indeed very sweet when you're with that one memorable person. in this case, you and satoru are that memorable person.

who knew that a sinner and a saint had this fascinating chemistry?

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hqbaby · 24 days

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two — you’re so pretty

tag, ur it! — sakusa ? iwaizumi ? osamu ?

*ੈ✩‧ love is a losing game your roommate, your rival, or your ex—the choice should be simple, right? right?

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word count. 1.2k content. mentions of sex, alcohol consumption, profanity

It’s these moments that Sakusa loves best.

It’s late at night and the two of you are in his room. He’s on his bed, reading some book or other (he’ll totally forget the plot and have to reread it later), and you’re by his window, standing in front of his easel. From the bed, he can watch you paint, your body covered by an old shirt of his, drowned in the moonlight.

“You know, you could make the colors—”

“Are you really micromanaging my art right now?” you ask, but he can hear the smile through your voice.

You turn back to see him grinning at you and you drop your brush, launching yourself onto the bed beside him. He laughs as you start trailing kisses across his neck and down his chest.

Sakusa’s never been this happy before, it’s getting to be a little silly at this point.

“You’re so pathetic,” you tell him, burying your face in his chest to hide your smile.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” he says. “Like so pathetic. You wouldn’t believe it.”

He places a finger on your chin and tilts your head up. He swears you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

You scrunch your nose up, growing a little self-conscious under the intensity of his gaze. “You know, people are gonna start catching onto us.”

He kisses your forehead. “And would that be so bad?”

Your face drops a little at that. You probably think he doesn’t notice, but he does. The way your eyes lose focus, the way your smile falters.

You’ve never told him why you’re so keen on keeping this all hush-hush. It never used to bother him, especially when things between the two of you were just starting. But he can’t help the nagging feeling that he won’t like whatever it is when he finds out.

So he doesn’t ask.

“I should head home,” you say quietly. You’re still smiling at him, as if convincing him that everything is fine.

“Oh, right,” he says, holding back his disappointment. “Sure.”

You kiss him one last time and get up.

And just like that, the moment ends.

You really should’ve read the group chat. It was blowing up a few hours ago, but you were too busy getting railed to even notice. If you had just checked your damn phone.

“Drink up, drink up,” Oikawa insists, handing you a shot glass of vodka. “I’m peer pressuring you. You have no choice.”

You roll your eyes as you down the drink. “How much have you had?” you ask, looking over at the other boys gathered in your living room. There are at least three other bottles of alcohol on the coffee table, all of them empty.

“Not a lot,” Hanamaki slurs. His head drops onto the table and Matsukawa forces it back up. “Quite a bit.”

You chuckle, dropping your bag on the couch and sitting down between Oikawa and Iwaizumi. You look over at your roommate. “Why are we doing this?”

Iwaizumi—also wasted, but trying to hide it—nods at Matsukawa. “Girlfriend dumped him.”

You grimace and reach over to pat your fallen comrade on the back. “Sorry, bro,” you say, taking the bottle of vodka and filling everyone’s glasses up. “Why’d she do it?”

Matsukawa lets out an exasperated sigh. “I didn’t answer her calls,” he tells you. “In my defense, I was just taking a shower. She’s the one who called like fifty times.”

“What did I say?” You tut. “Always—”

“—answer your girl’s calls,” he finishes for you. “I know. She just gets fucking insane sometimes, you know?”

You take another shot and nod. You know what he means. You only met his girlfriend a few times, but you could tell she wasn’t going to stick around for too long. She was a regular college kid, insecure and needy, just like the rest of you.

You figure that’s why a lot of relationships at this age don’t last. Speaking from experience.

“So where were you?” Oikawa asks, his head falling on your shoulder. He’s all red and woozy, almost like he’s the one that has to drink his heartbreak away.

You frown. “Nowhere,” you tell him. “Library.”

“Bullshit.”

“Not bullshit.”

“No, no,” Hanamaki chimes in. “Bullshit, baby, bullshit.”

You groan as all three boys now turn to you for a proper answer. “I was just visiting a friend.”

Oikawa wiggles his eyebrows and presses himself further against you. “A ‘friend,’ huh?”

“For fuck’s sake.” You reach over and drink his shot for him. “It’s nothing!”

Matsukawa leans over the table and moves his face right in front of yours. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, and you put your palm on his face to push it away.

“Holy shit!” he exclaims when he drops back down in his place. “Were you visiting him?”

Hanamaki gags. “I thought you were over this!”

Oikawa turns to you with a disappointed look on his face. “You were with him?”

You shake your head urgently. “Fuck no!” you exclaim. “I’m done with that.”

“Sure,” he says, unconvinced. “So you’ve just been sneaking around with some random friend.”

“Do you guys want chips?” you ask loudly, trying to distract them. You get up. “I’m getting chips.”

“I’ll help,” Iwaizumi says, dragging himself up and following you to the kitchen.

There’s a strange tension between you and your roommate as you both look through the cabinets to find something. You don't know what it is.

You’re grabbing a bag of chips when you hear a thud behind you. You turn to find Iwaizumi on the floor, a stunned look on his face.

“What the fuck happened to you?” you say, laughing as you go to check and see if he’s hurt himself.

He shakes his head and starts laughing. “I dunno,” he tells you. “Room is spinning.”

“You’re so drunk,” you say, joining in on his laughter.

It’s not every day that you get to see Iwaizumi like this, plastered out of his mind. He’s usually the one who keeps all of you in check, managing his liquor so he can make sure you don’t do something illegal or get yourselves killed. It’s refreshing to see him let loose every once in a while.

“Don’t tell me your girlfriend dumped you too,” you tell him, grabbing him a glass of water. You sit down beside him as he takes steady gulps.

“Don’t have a girlfriend, you know that,” he grumbles, placing the glass on the floor beside him. His eyes land on yours and he tilts his head to the side. “So you’re really not seeing him again?”

You furrow your brows. “No,” you say, then, “Would it bother you if I was?”

He hums, still staring at you. He reaches over and brushes a strand of hair from your face. His hands linger on the side of your face. It’s a drunken action, you’re sure, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t have an effect on you.

And nothing prepares you for what he says next.

“I don’t want you to be with someone else.”

Your eyes widen. It’s the alcohol talking, you remind yourself. But, then again, a drunk tongue speaks a sober mind.

“Why?” you find yourself asking. Your voice is quiet. When he doesn’t answer you, you find it in yourself to press him. “Why don’t you want me with someone else?”

You become acutely aware of his hand still touching your face.

“Because,” he says, eyelids drooping a little, “you’re so pretty.”

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iinsertblognamee · 8 months

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don't go to bed angry

summary ― sam and y/n have a fight

pairing ― sam kerr x reader

warning/s ― angst

You and Sam had a perfectly healthy relationship. The two of you always held open communication and a strong level of trust that was shared between you both. There had to be, the two of you no stranger to a long-distance and low-communication relationship at times. And sure, every relationship had its ups and downs, but your marriage with Sam was overall healthy and strong.

But tonight was one of those rare nights where the bad seemed to overwhelm the good.

The two of you have been highly stressed lately. There was work, family commitments, friends, things to do around the house, endless cleansing, bills, the question of kids and everything else in between. You name it, it was stressing one or both of you at the moment. All that stress had to go somewhere, and it seems it had been coming through all your interactions with Sam.

It had started small and snappy. Sam had a long day at training and your boss had been a complete dickhead to you all week - you were both in a bad mood. The small comments quickly turned into bigger arguments and before either of you could control it you were yelling at each other. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse Sam grabbed her keys and muttered ‘I’m leaving before I say something I might regret’ followed by the slamming of the front door.

You didn’t bother asking her where exactly she was going - you knew she wouldn’t have told you regardless.

It wasn’t until a few hours later, that you were getting ready for bed, a sinking feeling settling in your stomach. She should have been home by now, she always came back to you. A nagging feeling started to grow in the back of your mind, scenario after scenario running through your head. Enough for you to quickly grab your phone and call Sam.

You tried her phone three times, the amount you two had agreed on early into your relationship. If the person didn’t pick up the third call you knew something was wrong. Although that sentiment wasn’t comforting at all. You moved on to the next person who might know where Sam was.

Guro picked up on the second right.

“Hey, everything okay” her voice flowed through the phone.

“Have you seen or heard from Sam at all?” you tried to hide the panic in your tone, but Guro knew you almost as well as she knew Sam. Your free hand moved from your hair to playing with the strings on the jumper you were wearing - Sam’s jumper.

“No, I haven’t. Is everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah. No. Sorry,” you mumbled out, your top lip now embedded between your teeth. Glancing out the window for any sign of your wife.

“Did you want me to call her up?” Guro offered, you knew she had put enough pieces together. Letting out a sigh. “No, no. It’s fine. Thanks, G. Have a good night”

“You too Y/N”.

You sigh once again, your head in your hands for a moment as you try to think about where Sam might be. Those scenarios came back in full force, letting out a breath, trying to steady yourself to turn your attention to the front door. Quickly locking it up, you continued throughout the rest of the house making sure all the windows were shut and the lights were off.

Slowly heading back to your bedroom, the quietness of the house kept you on edge.

Walking over to your bed, pulling back the covers before you slip under them. Rolling over to turn off the light. Regardless of how many nights you and Sam had spent apart, due to the nature of her job it never made it easier for you to fall asleep without her next to you. You scrolled on your phone, trying to take your mind off the missing body in your bed. You had accepted the fact that Sam probably wasn’t coming home tonight as you set your phone down. You took one last glance at the empty spot before attempting to fall asleep.

Sam attempted to open and close the front door as quietly as she could, the lights off in the house told her you were long asleep and the last thing she wanted to do was wake you up. Slipping into the house, she left her keys in the bowl the two of you had bought together when you first moved in. Slowly making her way towards the shared bedroom, the door slightly open - she could see your silhouette under the covers.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, she made her way around the bed and onto her side. Slipping her sneakers off, before stripping down into just her underwear and grabbing some old basketball shorts she owned as well as the Barbie oversized shirt you had gotten her as a gag gift for her birthday.

Sliding into the bed next to you, the sudden dip in the bed causes you to lightly stir. Your body starts to move to investigate the movement before Sam wraps her arms around your waist.

“Go back to sleep,” she whispered softly. “I didn’t mean to wake you”

“Okay,” you mumbled out, sleep taking over once again as you snuggled back against Sam. “Are you okay?” you ask, a beat of silence fills the air as you slowly start to tense up. Sam notices, planting a kiss on your shoulder.

“I’m fine,” Sam responds, another kiss left on your shoulder “Are you?”

You nod your head, letting out a small hum in agreement. You feel sam bring her lips to the side of your head, pressing a kiss there - you can feel her small smile before she brings her lips to the top of your ear.

“We’ll talk in the morning” Nodding your head in agreement once more, Sam pulled you closer once again, “I love you.”

“Love you too” you whispered back before the two of you fell into a deep sleep.

#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagines #sam kerr imagine #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader

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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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second best- e.m (pt 3)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Female!Reader

Summary: with chrissy now off to college with her boyfriend, jason, eddie turns to you and wants to begin a relationship, making you feel a certain way about being his second choice

Warnings: angsty angst, second choice, shitty parents, eddie being a sweetie pants, confrontation, crying, happy ending

Request: Yes

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: finally part 3 to second best! enjoy :)- sava

part one | part two | part three

The nagging was constant since your parents arrived back from their trip. Dropping Chrissy off brought up so many emotions for them, and you were the unfortunate winner of having to deal with the aftermath. It all started when you greeted them as they walked through the front door, the cracks in your chest becoming larger thanks to their words and Eddie’s actions over the past couple of weeks.

As summer grew closer to a close, your parents kept insisting you go out more and live your senior year to the fullest, attending football games and making friends with the jocks Chrissy left behind, or going to Starcourt and shopping for new outfits for the school year, which wasn’t starting for another two weeks. They were growing agitated by your constant presence, something you never really picked up on because you spent so much of your time with Eddie.

Eddie.

The metalhead had given you the space you asked for, calling every now and then to check on you and try to talk with you, only you kept your conversations sparse and brief. You could tell by the sound of his voice he was hurt, but you were hurting too, more so now that your parents were home and continuing to pressure you into becoming the perfect daughter you apparently never were.

The sad part? You missed the safe haven Eddie provided you over the years. It was always either him or Chrissy you would run to when things got bad, but a majority of the time it was Eddie. He knew your parents treated you unfairly when compared to Chrissy, which made being his second choice all the more hurtful.

You walk through the door of your home, shopping bags in hand as you toss your keys on the side table. Taking your mother’s suggestion, you went to Starcourt and cleared your head, grabbing a few new pieces for school that you wanted to go try on. Walking towards the kitchen, you hear a fit of laughter erupting from the dining room. You peak your head around the corner and see your parents and the next door neighbors sitting at the table, a feast sitting in front of them.

“Hey,” you let out timidly. You watch everyone’s heads turn to you and the neighbors greet you with a slight smile.

“Sweetie what are you wearing? I thought you went to buy nice clothes,” your mother asks. You glance down at the Metallica that hung loosely on your upper body, completely forgetting you were wearing Eddie’s shirt until now. Keeping some of his clothing was such a force of habit, you’d began to forget what wasn’t already part of your wardrobe.

“Uh, yeah. I got a few things from the Gap and JCPenny,” you explain, lifting the shopping bags into their sight. She rolls her eyes and leans in a bit to whisper across the table towards the woman neighbor.

“She’s still going through a phase, I suppose. Our Chrissy never had anything like that happen, always the perfect angel,” she lets out, not bothering to lower her tone all that much. You rest your arms at your sides, letting your shoulders slump a bit, until you meet the gaze of your father, his stern look boring into you, making you reposition yourself.

“Anyway, Y/N, you know Daniel, right? He’s going to be the new basketball team captain once the season starts, now that Jason Carver’s off to college with your sister,” The woman explains. You give Daniel a small wave, him nodding in response. You two had classes together and used to ride the same bus, so of course you remembered him. But he was a dickhead, much like the rest of the jocks at Hawkins High. He would always join in on the taunting of Eddie during lunch, which is when your feelings towards the boy grew bitter.

“See now Y/N, if you started to date Daniel here, you could be the new Chrissy and Jason, following right in your sister’s footsteps,” you mother smiled, taking the fork seated beside her and picking up the green beans on her plate.

“Are you going to join us dear? Maybe we can all catch up, and you can tell us what you’ve been up to,” your neighbor says. She was always so friendly towards you, which makes you wonder how her child could turn out so horrible. Your mother rolls her eyes and continues to eat.

“T-that’s okay, I grabbed something at the mall,” you lie. Taking a few steps back, you turn your body away from the dining room and make your way up towards your bedroom. Dropping the bags on your floor, you collapse on your bed, small tears pricking behind your eyes and threatening to break free.

You hated that you let their judgmental words and actions get the better of you. Chrissy was always the one to stand up to them in a way, being your protector when things got out of hand. It made you wonder how they viewed her as the perfect daughter when she could really bite back at times.

Picking up the phone you got to have in your room now that Chrissy moved out, you dial the number to the person you needed to talk with most, hoping there is some possibility that he would be able to come help you.

“Family Video, the place to find all your movie rental needs, this is Steve, how may I help you?”

“Steve? When do you get off tonight?” You ask, a sniffle escaping pass your lips.

“I close tonight, but is everything okay? Do I need to leave Robin to do it all alone tonight?” Steve asks.

“Uh no! You are definitely not doing that!” You hear Robin shout over the phone, making you chuckle slightly.

“Okay, scratch that. But I can come by after? Like around 9:30?” He suggests. You appreciated the sentiment he was showing you, he’s always been a great support system, especially within the past few weeks.

“No, it’s okay. I appreciate it though. I hope you both have an easy closing shift,” you tell them. You bid them farewell and hang up the call, blowing out a sigh you held deep within your lungs.

Other than Steve and Robin, you didn’t have many more friends. Nancy moved to Boston shortly after Chrissy left, Emerson’s classes starting soon, so she was no longer an option to help sooth the worries and judgements away. Your sister would know just how to comfort you in this kind of situation, and it took a lot not to go knocking on her bedroom door and wrapping your arms around her as you cry.

You pick up the phone once more, dialing the last number you thought you’d call today. The emotions your parents were bringing on were clouding your judgement, making you not think rationally. The hole is your heart was aching to be stitched together again, to have some kind of peace in your life once more, even if it did feel like it was still too soon.

You didn’t want to do it. Your head was screaming at you to say no.

Ring. Ring.

But your heart? It was telling you to keep the line going.

“Munson Residence! How may I assist you,” Eddie answers, a silly accent accompanying his words. If it weren’t for your sour mood, you’d laugh at his antics, something you’d always do. But today, with everything going on within your recent history, on top of your parents, it was not the time for it.

“I miss you,” you mumble out.

The line was quiet. You could hear the static radiating through the phone, nerves building up more and more as you continued to wait for a response.

“I miss you too, Y/N,” he finally lets out. You let out a few sniffles, his voice making you feel safe enough to show some kind of emotion, unlike your conversation with Steve. It was nothing against Steve, he just…he wasn’t Eddie.

“I need you Eds. Can I come over?” you ask, more sniffles quickly accompanying your words. You used to be able to just go over without even letting him know before, so asking felt like the most foreign feeling in the world.

“Of course, sweetheart. Door’s unlocked, always will be for you,” he answers, his voice soft and sweet. You place the phone back on its dock and grab your jacket, opening your door and making a haste exit out the front door, not that your parents would notice anyway.

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The journey to Eddie’s was filled with silence, the occasional car passing by and owl cooing around you. You were lucky the walk to Eddie’s trailer wasn’t that bad, only about 30 minutes. It gave you a lot of time to think about just want you wanted to say to him. The past few weeks have been lonely, and despite your fight, you missed him terribly, even more so now that your parents were home.

He was always your rock when things got bad. It became a ritual for you to just drop by his place and seek comfort from him when your parents were being assholes, and he would provide it. That’s what best friends do. So having him treat you like your parents did, just a replacement for Chrissy, felt horrible, and you really needed him to know that.

You walk up the stairs and unlatch the screen door to Eddie’s trailer, turning the knob on the other door and walking inside. You hear the soft sound of his tapes muffled behind the door of Eddie’s room. Not a lot has changed in the weeks of your absence from the trailer, a few new mugs added to Wayne’s collection and maybe a hat or two, but nothing wild. You loved the coziness of Eddie’s place, it felt warm and welcoming compared to your own.

“Eddie?” you call out, your hands wrapping around your body. The nerves you’d forgotten about slowly make their way up your spine, a chill cascading throughout your body as you watch Eddie open the door. The music is a lot quieter now, Eddie having turned it down before opening up. His hair is a bit disheveled, and he has dark circles with bags under his big brown eyes. A frown begins forming on your lips, seeing the state he’s in, what hell he’s been going through with the time you’ve taken away from him.

He’s quick to walk over to you. His feet carry him in an instant, only mere inches from your form. You look up to him, the tears you managed to fight off for so long finally coming to the surface, your face crinkling as your hands come up to muffle your sobs. Eddie wraps his arms around you, bringing you close to his chest as he buries his head in your hair. All the words you had planned to say suddenly left your mind, his touch against you turning your brain to utter mush.

“They’re so fucking cruel, Eds. I hate it there,” you tell him through broken sobs. He rubs your back, mumbling incoherent phrases in your ear as he continues to hold you close. Your arms find their way around his torso, squeezing him and pulling him closer to you.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you have to keep putting up with that, sweetheart,” he tells you. You retreat from his touch a bit, peering up at his face through your soaked lashes. He takes his thumb and wipes away your tears, giving you a small smile. “I’m also sorry about everything I did to you a few weeks ago.”

“Eddie-“

“No, Y/N, please, I need to get this out there. I was an absolute jackass for how I treated you. I should’ve known better, and I’ve had a lot of time to think about us during our time apart. And I know now that what I was trying to show you a few weeks ago wasn’t a mistake. I tried to kiss you because I love you, like really love you,” he explains to you. You feel your breath hitch in your throat, his revelation throwing you. You were emotional and/or mind was running a mile a minute, but you couldn’t have missed those words even if you tried.

Eddie loved you.

“I-I don’t understand. Eds, you love Chrissy…” your voice trails off, looking to the floor as the crystal clear memories of a few weeks ago flood your mind. You feel Eddie’s fingers tug at your chin, forcing you to look up at him gently.

“The love I feel for Chrissy is very different from the love I feel for you, sweetheart. I thought that was what I wanted, but being without you these few weeks? I’ve been in hell, and I didn’t realize how vital you were in my life until I didn’t have you. You’re the only person in the fuckin’ town who gets me, who really sees me. And you’re my biggest supporter, and I could never live with myself if I didn’t let you know how much you really mean to me.”

“Eds, I had no idea,” you say breathlessly. You wipe away a few more tears you felt spill over, a smile creeping up on your face. “You really mean all that?”

“Every single word. You and I, we’re gonna get far away from this town. You won’t have to deal with your parents anymore, and we can go somewhere we can be free to do whatever we fuckin’ want. It’ll just be me and you, and Chrissy and Jason can visit whenever they want. W-we can get a dog or cat or whatever! All I know is I want you by my side, Y/N. Forever,” he reassures you, his hand resting on your cheek and brushing the hair out of your face.

Eddie really loved you.

“You have no idea how much I want that Eddie,” you tell him, standing on your tip toes to wrap your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a deep hug. His hands wrap around your torso once more, squeezing you tight, as if you’ll fly away if he lets go. He pulls back, looking at you with sad, pleading eyes.

“Please, Y/N, I really hope you can forgive me for how I acted. I don’t ever want to see you hurt like that night again, or the day at Family Video. Hell, even seeing you like this tonight is breaking my cynical little heart. I get it if you still hate me, really I will,” he lets out, tears of his own forming in his eyes as he lets out a small chuckle. He was never good at staying serious for too long, and showing emotions was hard for him, given everything he’s been through in his life. You smile up at him and rub away his own tears, his dimples coming to life at the feeling of your soft skin on his.

"I could never hate you Eds. Never," you tell him. You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, pulling away to see his eyes wide with happiness at your gesture. You smile and nuzzle back into him, giving his body another squeeze. You knew Eddie was a man true to his word, and hearing him speak so passionately to you and tell you just how much you mean to him made your heart grow three times its original size. It felt nice finally having someone love you the way you love them, no nasty comments or heartbreak would come from him, not anymore at least.

Eddie pulls away from you and takes your hand, leading you towards his couch and plopping down, gesturing for you sit down next to him. You swing your legs across his lap instead, a laugh leaving Eddie’s mouth and you snuggle him close.

“It’s just gonna be me and you, baby. I promise I’ll give you a better life with what I can, alright?” He tells you. You smile at him and go to kiss his cheek again, but he’s quick to whip his head and meet your lips. You giggle into his mouth, leaning back and resting your head against his shoulder. The countdown to graduation officially began, ready to go and explore the rest of the world with the man sitting next to you, ready to finally feel what true happiness feels like.

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LONESOME SNIPER. — KÖNIG.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ synopsis: being detained for your war crimes was unbearable to say the least, your new cellmate changes your thoughts otherwise.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ contents: height differences, porn what plot/porn without plot, imprisonment, love confessions, developing relationship, dirty talk, cowgirl position, wet & messy sex, blow jobs, praise kink, eye contact.

"Have you took interest in a new sniper hood?"

"No..." König almost whispers from across the room, "I keep the same one."

Your head was cocked to your shoulder — body slacked and pliable in that floppy disgusting orange uniform drained of its color, eyebrows furrowed sitting high on top of lucid eyelids, an exasperated sigh falling from your parched lips as you tried to make conversation of jumbled questions. König figures it wasn't a question of genuine matter, but that it was out of a scope of boredom when he watches you skim your fingers through the brick detailing of the wall.

It was cold and moist with the shared air, the bare concrete floors even worse. The capacity of the room closing in and dying on both of you ever since taken into incarceration. There König sat on his side of the room, the drilled-in nails barely keeping his bed intact with the harsh conditions of the wall — as if the quality of the prison wasn't shabby enough. His legs hung over the edge where he sat, elbows resting on his thighs while he supported his hooded head in a palm.

You observed him, religiously. A height of a brute and wrapped in exposed pale skin, growing depleted by the minute, paler and paler than usual — although it wasn't your place to make assumptions despite never seeing any inch of his skin out on the battlefields. You've seen him from time to time while working as support, sniper either tucked under his armpits or held in two clothed hands before locating into position.

From where you are, König is leant over, grayish-tinted eyes inspecting his flexing hands that was overran with a few veins. You had to admit, your whole perspective changed on the mountain of a man without any distinguished awareness that you could recall in the moment, eyes half-lidded as you gazed at him with a bitten lip. He flicks his eyes from his hands and stares back — unable to maintain a full session of eye contact.

"König," you ask while sitting up slightly, "Do you take an interest in anything, at all?"

The question was out of the blue, as if you were interrogating him of his crimes, his posture tensed meaning he possibly processed that inquiry of yours. König clears his throat audibly, distinctly and loud enough for it to perhaps echo off the panels of the room. "...If I were to be honest with you, would you find it strange?" His words come out a murmur, now his own question taking you off guard.

"Not at all, try me." you reply.

He brings himself closer to you, thick hood mobilizing around in his movements. It takes some time for him to gather and form the right sentences, the right words that could form those correct sentences.

"If I'm being honest," he pauses, "The only interest I've taken is in you."

"Is that so? Or are you just trying to flatter me?"

"Of- Of course not," König protests, "I'm being completely honest with you, a hundred percent."

Shock. An expression of small shock smeared clean across your face at his subtle confession. The tone laced in his voice managed to convince you that he was, in fact, actually being completely honest with you. His eyes practically nag at you for an answer, a bright glint reflecting at the corners of his pupils giving off the impression of a begging puppy. "How long?" you question.

"How long have you been infatuated with me?" You repeat the question softly.

"Since I've been operator — a sniper... he replies, "So a while now."

Your eyes soften, feeling your insides go soft at the admission, so you carefully slip off yourself off the paper-like bed structure — going over to his instead and plopping down right next to him, your hand coming to rest on top of his. "And can I be straightforward about my interests now?" you tease, though it wasn't counted as a teasing subject in your book up to now.

He gives a nod and musters up enough courage to finally bore his darkened eyes into your own.

"I've been attracted to you myself," you confess, "But I'll admit, I was too shy. Too anxious to go up and start something with you."

König releases a sigh from behind his face covering, his hand that was once under your smaller one resting on top of it instead, rubbing soothing circles into the bones of your knuckles that stuck out from beneath the skin. A blockage in your throat started up again. That parching and dehydrated feel of not being able to swallow, but now the cause of it was solely because of him.

There you both sat in silence, dingy uniforms and cramped room. His face was beyond recognition but in a rare scene of tenderness, body motions and humanistic features could tell you easily that he really was in love with you. He was a shy man regardless of his physical appearance, obviously, but he was never a threat — not to you at least. Maybe he was to other faces but all you saw in him was a man who was able to show compassion despite his belligerent facade.

"I, I think we should get some rest now." you say while giving him a stare out of the muting void, "Y'know? Besides, I think this entire conversation was too much on you."

"It wasn't too much." He says with his Austrian accent conveying through, a chuckle escaping.

You leaned into him and smile looking up at him. "I can live with that."

"What do you mean?"

"I can live with the fact that I've fallen in love with a war criminal."

It was a pre-developing relationship, you decided, two war criminals head over heels for each other — how romantic. Two royally fucked-up people who were at each other like a bunch of animals incapable of separation, eating their faces off in private with tongues and all. You were a less experienced support member who managed a rifle. König was more of an expert, a skillful sniper who chose to have the blood of other men on his hands at the age of seventeen.

Though the confidence you possessed at the birth of the relationship had ceased to exist. He was strangely the more dominant one, in spite of being scared to act on affection, him being the one to first kiss at your lips and carry it onto a heavily make-out session — though never progressing into sex. It either ended with bruised lips that were entirely too damaged to continue or a mutual agreement to come to a stop.

When you returned from your assigned prisoner duties, he sat with his back flat against the wall located next to his bed, in his lap sat a decorative book with his fingers peeling at the corners each time he finished the words on paper.

"König?" you pop yourself into the cell, "I didn't know you liked to read."

"Oh, yeah." He mutters. "Edgar Allan Poe."

"Tell-Tale Heart?"

"Yes. How did you know?" He looks up from the piece of literature, eyes blinking once.

"Lucky guess." you say as you pull yourself further into the room, plopping next to him. "It suits you well."

His breathing hitched as you linked your arm around his, body rubbing up against the confines of his uniform.

The air was warm around, heavy and moist. Linked with his breathing and your movements of rubbing on him, it could be considered something of a pre-sexual review. You did have to admit, being in a relationship was a pleasant topic, but without a doubt the sex part of it was missed dearly — you didn't want to push it onto him, though. It was a requited attraction of vanilla puppy-love.

König wasn't quite sure what he wanted. Wether receiving the endearment of a woman or to have sex for the first time — which was something that he would never thought to occur in a prison, prison sex. He had a sufficient knowledge on the subject at the most and that was all, nothing extremely abnormal or crazy about it.

Both of shared the same concern with each other and had no idea how to approach it. Each time you strived to bring it up to him it would just come up verbal vomit that lead up into another conversation completely different and altered for your sake.

I mean, the chance was right in front of you right now, why didn't you just take it? It was preferably the best time to do so. Quiet atmosphere, nobody around — even though the door to the cell was in the solitary confinement category which left the both of you with the most privacy you could get in this system.

Fuck it, you thought.

"Can I ask you something? I'm sorry in advance if it makes you comfortable." you ask him, linked arm trembling a small bit.

"Go ahead."

"Are you a virgin?" you shoot out, "As in have you ever had sex with somebody?"

He seems to be a little taken back by the question, eyes adjusting from the page he read on the book to meet yours. His body stiff again, chest heaving up and down to compliment his breathing patterns that were more erratic than usual. "I haven't, no." he replies.

"Would you like to have sex with someone?" You said.

"Honestly, yes..."

"And who would you want to do it with?"

König's eyes travel from your eyes to the downs of your lips. "You, mein engel."

Your lips pressed into corners that made up a small smile before you lunged at him, causing him to drop the heavy book to the floor. His back is pressed against the narrow mattress while your hips straddle his own, lips hungrily devouring at each other in sloppy ministrations. König's mouth was warm and welcoming — the brief taste of cheaply provided mouth wash surrounding the pink muscle which lapped at the interiors of your own mouth.

A situated lump poked underneath your clothed legs, surprising but expected. Your hand comes to reach down and grope at it, honored that you were capable to cause him to become hard within a matter of seconds — how you longed for him, ached — to have the head of his dick prodding at your throat or practically anywhere inside of you. You were special to him, like a fine porcelain doll of glass manhandled in those strong hands.

You pushed your lips up against his, fingers circling the waistband of his pants that were soon pulled down to showcase his boxers. It wasn't long before he took control of the circumstances and caged your own hands in his larger ones, thick fingers wrapping around the skin of your wrists — his strength pulled you under him and landed him top instead — a minor gasp breaking loose from your vocal cords.

His pants were kept around his hefty thighs — mind thinking and thinking about how you would look naked at his touch, bare and all for him. The thoughts plagued his mind and eventually convinced himself to act on it, a hand in a fist that grabbed at your shirt and ripped it off of you with the brawn of a brute. "König," you heaved louder than intended. Your eyes were radiant, twinkling with the plead of him to place his touches on you more. Your hand came to rest at the edge of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal his leaking dick.

It was thick, and way above average. A few veins, similar to your observations of his hands, ran through the skin. Pre-cum collected at his flat tip and ran down one side while it

He'd had a single blowjob before, but it wasn't sentimental nor with a woman who he felt a genuine affection towards. He figured it was a cruel practical joke dared by the other soldiers due to his lack of communication with them, though with you he was in a complete paradise. König gripped at your forearms and forced you up to sit, his body laid to the wall behind the bed — fuzzily pumping at his dick with a single hand bubbling with strained muscles, imploring eyes on you at the same time — the most appropriate reaction a man could have before having someone blow him off.

"You want me?" You say, head turnt, palms flat on the sheets resting at the sides of your tucked legs.

"Please, meine Liebe." He forces out of heavy breaths and messy noises.

By that time, you're already scooted up to him, sat between his spread legs. Arms outstretched and crossed each other — the gaping window of your bra giving him the display of a lifetime. His hips thrusted with the speeding motions of his hand that came to a stop once your leaning body that was adjacent to the origin of his unnatural behaviors, mouth nearing.

König couldn't breathe, but he wasn't the one granting pleasure. Your lips plumped around the tip like a feather, some kind of soft petal of a flower, before taking the whole length down — praising the lord there would be no edging. The pressure of hands found leverage on his thighs as he watched you like a formless heavenly entity at his service, turning a blind eye to the grimy environment all around. He wondered if you had ever done this before; and if you did, he was more than honored — honored to drench in the soft and velvety interior of your mouth and compact throat.

The cloth of his hood was difficult to breathe in throughout the blowjob — never acting on taking it off, though. It clung to him at all times except times of privacy in the shower. Sweat flatten against the skin of his fast and moisten it up, head thumping at the walls while a hand nestled at the top of your head, cautious to not accidentally cause damage to you.

It was all the raw sensation, pent-up tension, that made you so desperate and longing for his cock — a sparse value in blowjobs — and a single man so responsive to you and your lone mouth, whispers of Scheiße or cluttered grunting cramming the usually silenced room. "You are a natural," he praises you.

You choose to thank him by fastening your movements down on him, earning you a string of more german curses and manly groaning that blessed your ears. You already knew he was on edge — which is why you decided to do such actions — pushing on his release to blow faster, which the matter was correct about, cock lodged to the back of your throat to fit his size while the warmth of his load was shot in.

Your mouth dislodged from him, a line of saliva connecting your mouth to his tip for a matter of seconds, as gross as it sounded it was quite alluring while in a trance of need. He had allowed you to trace your hands across his sensitive length a few times before jerking him off further, body warmth colliding with his, spurts of cum managing to stain your hands before it came out in a large splatter across your chest as well — a loud moan and stuttering of hips coming from him. An expression of bliss read in his eyes.

Tears glossed in at the edge of your eyes and tainted your eyelashes like early morning dew on grass strands. Sticky globs of cum illuminated under the mediocre light that gave some light in that sad room.

"Are you alright?" He asks with a genuine concern, head lifting off the wall, looking down at you who laid at his lower stomach.

"Yes," You rise slowly and gather the leftover strength to position yourself to sit-up once again. "Are you?"

"That was... more than I had expected."

"Would you be willing for round two?"

The tone that hid in your voice and expression on your glowing face could only tell him one thing — which was fair to him, but not to you — you hadn't had what he had yet. An orgasm, he recalled hearing about and what he just went through moments prior. König is no longer a panting nor whiny mess, the room silent again following the action in which he took you by your limp wrists that hung at your sides, placing you to straddle his hips on top. You had already been the dominant one at first, but you figured it was his time to shine in that light.

A hunger in his eyes flares as fast arms circle around you, unfastening the latch of your bra, the object thrown and to be left stranded on the floor. Temptation, — you were leading him into it, with your bare breasts exhibited and that tender look in your eyes that was almost doe-like. He's tensed and could only bring himself to stare, alternating between your chest and naked legs that no longer had baggy pants closing in on them — panties the only given coverage on your body.

He reaches shaky arms to your hips and allows them to slide down to the waistband. The piece of thin fabric glides smoothly down without any issues in its path, his eyes widening as they feast upon your bare cunt, the sight almost causing him to believe this was just a fantasy of his. "Heilige Scheiße, you are beautiful." he stutters out, the sight leaving him in disbelief — and another rising arousal.

Your nude body rises and sits upon him while he still bears the scratchy material of his prison shirt attire, creating a sort of power imbalance between you and him — strangely enough, you enjoyed it more than anything — the male of your dreams right at your hips below. You incline and press your lips to the cloth of his hood, to where his lips should be under the sustained material.

Though he hates the idea of showing his face off — and in this exceptional moment just for you — König's fingers brushed at one draping edge of his hood, pushing it away to the side for his mouth and tip of his nose to be exposed. His lips, boyish and rather plump to kiss at, and the hook of his nose sculpted as if they were by gods. The cloudy hues of his eyes and hazily curved jawline pulled his look in all together.

It's not long before you're inclined over him to reach his lips and give them a small fervent peck, you feel him return the peck on his lips onto yours further but you pull away prior to noticing he does. You brought yourself lower to to where his anew erection prodded at your inner thighs, aching to be buried in your core. At last, you decide to not to torture the poor and begging man, slowly taking in his lengthy cock inch by inch — a slow, painful process quickly maturing into a bittersweet stir.

You instantly bottom out once his thick tip bumped all the way to your cervix. Your body slouches on top him, thighs closing in and squeezing on him below. He brings himself to grab your stuttering hips which struggled to move up and down on him, guiding you somehow. A low moan breaches from your lips — and with the help of König, — you managed to steadily ride him, sloppy with no structured flow.

"Just like thaat, engel." He acclaims, eyes narrowed and legs convulsing with each of his combined thrusts and your continuous workings on him. Beautiful and grotesque it was, the fusion of love-making and loathsome bond of two war criminals. His grip was bruising and his dick submerged up inside of you made up for it — his deeper grunts and your moans that grew in pitch merging together like a choir.

He sits up back swiftly — one of his hands coming to rest on your lower back while the other keeps a clutch — and settles you closer to him. His hands leave the warmth of your body and strips himself of the only article of clothing that rests on his sweat-infested body, a shirt that was soon to be left with the rest of your own scrapped clothes. Laying under the ragged linen was a chiseled chest, abs carved by years of military training and a coating of mustered-up sweat sheathing his flesh.

"God," you breathe, "Were you hiding all of that under there from me?"

"Eh, of course not, I was planning on showing you soon anyways." He mutters through sharp pants, indulging in the taste of your lips again.

König's eyes observe your contorting face derived from pleasure as your leaking arousal drips down your thighs and surfaces every crevice of his dick in which impales you more violently with each thrust that rode up into you. "Such a good girl for me, honig, taking me in so well," he drags a hand down to your sensitive pussy, sliding his fingers over before circling at your wet clit — sending an electric shock through your spine.

He was honored — not only to just be your lover, but to make you endure the ripples of pleasure in which he planted at your body — and you steadied yourself, mind going numb and point-blank within the slightest seconds of the combination of his dick fucking up through your warm walls and the circular motions that increased in speed everytime each circle was completed around.

Sounds considered shameful out of sex brushed past your lips as you were now the one who incapable to keep eye contact, König locked in on your glowing frame and following each twitch or sudden jolt certainly due to his overstimulating actions.

"Too much..." You stutter out, straightening out only to be brought back slouching with your back arching to the ceiling.

"Do you want to stop?" König asks almost immediately concerned, "Because we can if we want, I don't want to hurt yo-"

"König."

"Huh?'

"Shut up. Keep going." The words come out a gentle hush despite the small aggressiveness added to it, squeals and moans released into the air, your head thrown back.

His thumb pushes to a deeper extent at your clit, sending you over the edge, a loud König esentially clawing at the borders of your already-sore throat and out of your lips. Your hunched over with your head buried in his shoulder, the feral and sloppy thrusts of his dick repeatedly bumping against your cervix proceeded through your orgasm — an out of body experience that caused stars to block your peripheral vision, body light and slumped against his still thrusting one.

The warmth of his seed finally pumps up into your body and his thrusts pause, although his cock lodged in there for the time that passes to allow him to catch his breath — his ragged and heavy breaths. Tears finally spill from the corners of your eyes, not of sadness but at the pure relief and the surprising satisfaction that you had gotten from prison sex. He pulls out and leaves a trail of sticky seed to drool down from your leaking entrance and onto his sheets below, arms wrapping you into a hug, a hand stroking at your back soothingly.

You felt strangely lonely at your core without the constant notion of König's dick shaping your walls and easily striking your cervix with his size, but despite that loneliness it was restored with gentle aftercares and reassuring words that came after the intense session of intimacy that had been lead into a territory far more than expected.

König grabs at the corner of the sheets, dabbing it at your sensitive entrance first before cleaning up himself. Disgusting? Sure it was, but he didn't care, as long as anything was left by you he didn't really mind the idea.

"You were so good, mein lieber." praises König, a soft nuzzle of his head against yours.

"I could say the same for you, honey." You said as you press your head into his bare chest, heartbeat going at mildly fast pace.

"Why? You do not think I would be good at sex?" He asked.

"No, my little Austrian boyfriend." you reply, eyes shutting out of exhaustion. "I was just praising you too, get used to it."

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sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully · 1 year

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Could you write a wally x gn!reader where he comforts reader about an abusive ex-partner? It’s ok if you don’t want to! But I’m having a hard moment about this right now and wanted some comfort :c

Oh of course!! I’ve been in a similar situation myself— I really hope whatever’s going on calms down soon, and that you can rest! I hope all goes well, friend,, /g

Achey Comfort

Wally Darling x GN!Reader

Drabble Format, Relationship can be interpreted by the Reader (but intended with pre-established friendship at the very least)

It had been a rough day. It felt like all of it wouldn’t stop, to be honest. A constant suffocating guilt hung in the air, one you know you shouldn’t have— you shouldn’t feel guilty. You shouldn’t even feel bad right now, but here you are, thanks to.. well. You know.

You had tried to go on with your day, keeping peace of mind, but it was hard. It nagged at you, constantly, and before you realized it— you had been inside your house for the majority of the day. Which.. might spark concern, but you weren’t sure—

Until you heard a brisk knock on you door, in a specific rhythm.

One that Wally did.

And wooh, boy, was concern sparked.

Nervously, you approached the door and cracked it open— soon being met face to face with the soft spoken puppet. You could see the concern in his eyes, though he still seemed friendly and warm.

“Hello, neighbour!.. How are you, today?” He spoke tenderly, seeming to look you over a bit as he did. “What have you been up to?”

You babbled a bit, restraining yourself. You didn’t want to just dump your issues on him, that’d surely be inconsiderate— maybe..

He noticed as you drifted into silence, his concern only growing— though his voice remained the same. He never was very good with tones..

“Would.. you want to hang out, for a bit, friend?”

You somewhat buffered at the request, seeming to weigh your options— before briskly deciding to say yes. If it became too much, surely he’d understand why you might leave early.. maybe..

He smiled at your response, though, idly fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves— though not due to being nervous, just idle movement.

“Okay.. Would you.. want to do something at home, or..?”

You said no. That air that hung in your home wouldn’t leave, you knew it, so— maybe getting some fresh air might help.. Wally soon nodded, stepping to the side a bit.

“Are you ready, or.. do you.. need a moment?”

With that, you quickly went off to get changed— and to tidy up, just a bit. And soon, you were back outside— met again with the puppet. You closed your door behind yourself, and quickly found yourself walking beside him into town.

“We.. could go get a treat, from Howdy’s, maybe.. does that.. sound good?”

.. was he.. trying to ice-cream your feelings better..??

Regardless, though, an agreement was made— and you two set off for Howdy’s shop. Once arriving, he’d hold the door open for you with a cheeky little smile, before seeming to softly laugh to himself. With that, you two began to look for treats— and he.. idly slid towards the freezer. With direct eye contact with you. Direct.

.. maybe he just wanted ice cream himself.

Regardless, though, you grabbed whatever treat(s) it is you liked, and paid for yourself— and waited for Wally near the door. When he re-appeared, he had.. uh? He had just.. an apple. But— but he went to the freezer—?.. Oh, whatever. He also paid for himself, and you two were on your way again. While you idly chewed on some of the food you had gotten, Wally just seemed to be cradling his apple in two hands.

In the silence, your mind began to wander again, causing a slight frown to twitch onto your face. The moment it did, Wally would soon hum— loudly.

“What next, neighbour?”

By now, the sun was near to when it’d begin to set. You began to rack your brain for what you could do in such little time before nightfall, but— Wally soon piped up with a suggestion.

“.. Would you.. like to have a sleep over?” He very clearly announced the space between the two words, though seemingly not intentionally. “Barnaby told me what they were.. It might be fun.”

Not really excited to go home, today, you soon agreed with a bit of hesitance. What about your clothes? Do you even have what you’d need to sleep? What if, what if— but Wally didn’t seem concerned. He soon just turned on his heel, and began to walk for Home, and you followed his lead. As you both marched, he’d begin to idly fill the silence with small, passing thoughts he’d speak aloud. He told you about his day, a bit, and how he had a new painting drying. He also told you how he thought the sky was pretty, today, and how he really liked the apple he had chosen at Howdy’s— which he proudly lifted up for emphasis. It filled the silence, which was nice, and he didn’t seem to mind your small acknowledgements. It’s not that you didn’t want to chat, you were just.. tired.

He understood. Or at least it felt like he did. He’d continue to softly ramble, although with large paces between his brief sentences, until you both arrived to Home. The house creaked a greeting to the both of you, which Wally returned via blowing a kiss and a drawn out “Hellooo, Homee..” And the house soon snagged Wally in what seemed to be a hug between the door and it’s frame.

“Home, we have.. a guest, for toniight..” He spoke happily, gesturing to you. Home seemed to give.. an appeased? Maybe excited? Squeak at you, and the door soon flung open.

“Ha ha ha!.. They’re welcoming you.. inside..”

Soon, you were both inside and setting up ‘camp’ in Wally’s living room. “Camp” consisted of a whole maul of blankets, pillows, and a poorly built fort out of the couch cushions. You two began to chat, do silly little sleepover things, until it had gotten a bit later. You both agreed to go to bed, but you were wide awake in your makeshift nest of blankets and plush. That feeling was back, nagging and fierce— like hot bile at the back of your throat. You wearily shut your eyes, just wanting a moment of peace, until Wally spoke up.

“Can you not sleep..? I can’t sleep..”

When you glanced over to him, you could see him laying on his back— though his eyes were angled on you, you could see the sheen of them in the dark.

“I think.. you’re sad.. Are you sad, friend?”

You don’t know why those words broke your dam. Soon, you were sat up, balled up a bit as you hugged one of the softer blankets around yourself. You let it out, all of it, in all the ways you could. Wally just sat beside you, nodding along, and rubbing your back. When you were done, and he was sure of it, he’d soeak.

“I.. figured something was wrong.. You just seemed.. down, today..” He gave a laugh, though it was tinged with a sort of soft concern, maybe sadness. “I thought distracting you.. might help,.. did it?”

You nodded— it did help, a bit, but.. well, the situation couldn’t be fixed with just distraction. But it helped you not lose your mind today, at least.. But what about tomorrow-? Or after that? What if—

He watched your lips purse and frown, and he soon shuffled a bit closer in an attempt to lull you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, hey.. it’s okay,.. you’re okay..” Smile softened with concern, he’d gently butt his head against your shoulder. “Just.. you’re here, okay?.. Just focus on here..”

You gave a sniffle, leaning into him— which seemed to prompt him to re-adjust the blanket loosely draped over your shoulders.

“I get.. that it’s hard.. I’m sure that’s stressful..”

You weren’t really sure what he was referring to, but you shut your eyes and listened anyways. His voice was soothing..

“.. but it’ll be okay, at.. least in time.. and you have all the.. time in the world, right now, okay..? This moment.. doesn’t have to end.. until you’re ready..”

“You’ll be okay..”

Hi!! I hope that helped <3 /p I would’ve gone more specific— but I don’t want to assume your situation, so I tried to leave it open, a little. I’m sorry if it was too vague-!! But I hope it helps regardless

Remember, you’re loved and cared for, friend! And if you ever need a place to vent, my messages are open-! Though I understand I’m a whole ass stranger, I still offer :]

I hope you have a lovely day!

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #sighsdeeplyanddreadfully #welcome home #welcome home wally darling #reader insert #x reader

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mxnsterbabe · 4 months

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Female Tiefling/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 3,302 Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist Tags & Warnings: unhealthy relationships

Your relationship is dying, you're in love with your best friend. What are you to do?

You stood in the middle of your living room, shoulders set as you glared at your girlfriend. She stood with her arms crossed, glare matching yours as she stared you down.

"Why are you always like this?" Louise's voice cut through the air, sharp and accusatory. "We had plans, you know that!"

You could feel your patience wearing thin. "You’re the one who said you were too busy. It’s always about work with you, Louise; there’s never time for us."

"So now it's my fault for being committed to my career?" Louise retorted, her tone laced with disbelief. "You knew who I was when we started this relationship."

The words stung. You could feel the frustration boiling inside you, making your skin itch. "It's not about your career. It's about us, about finding a balance. You're always too busy, too preoccupied..."

Louise crossed her arms, her expression hardening. "Maybe you should just leave if you're so unhappy."

That was the last straw. Suddenly blinking back tears you grabbed your keys from the table. "Fine, I will."

You stormed out of the flat, the slam of the door echoing through the dingy hall. Descending the stairs to the car park, your mind raced. The cool night air did little to soothe the heat of your anger and the chill of uncertainty that had settled in your heart.

Reaching your car, you paused for a moment, leaning against it. The argument replayed in your mind, each word a painful reminder of the growing chasm between you and Louise. You couldn't shake off the feeling that something fundamental had shifted, that perhaps this was more than just another argument.

With a heavy heart, you opened the car door and got in, the familiar space offering a small comfort. As you started the engine, the reality of the situation began to sink in. This wasn't just a lover's quarrel; it was a breaking point, a crossroads in your relationship.

Driving away from the flat, the city lights blurred past you, mirroring the confusion and turmoil in your mind. You knew you couldn't go on like this, but the thought of what lay ahead, the decisions that needed to be made, filled you with apprehension.

As the distance grew between you and the flat, a sense of uncertainty nagged in your mind. Where would you go? What would you do?

As you drove aimlessly through the city streets, the neon signs and streetlights blurred.. Without realising it, you found yourself pulling up outside a familiar café, its warm glow inviting in the cool night air.

Sitting in your car, you watched as a group – two tieflings and an orc – laughed and chatted, pushing open the cafe door and disappearing inside. Their easy conversation made your heart ache.

Your mind raced through a list of people you could call. Your parents, always loving but often too busy to understand your life. Your sister, who would offer support but was wrapped up in her own world. Friends who cared, but perhaps not enough to handle the depth of what you were feeling.

Then there was Cleo.

The thought of Cleo brought a mix of emotions. She had always been there for you, a steadfast presence in your life. Her kindness, her empathy, her unwavering support – they were a balm to your troubled heart. As much as Cleo represented a safe haven, she also represented something far more complicated – the unacknowledged feelings that you had been harbouring for her.

Sitting in your car, you watched another group enter the cafe, the light spilling out onto the sidewalk before the door swung shut. The idea of leaning on Cleo, yet again, weighed heavily on you. She had always been so kind, never asking for anything in return, and you feared taking advantage of her generosity.

More than that, though, was the fear of being so close to her while your own relationship was crumbling. How could your heart handle being near Cleo, basking in her warmth and light, while dealing with the heartbreak of your failing relationship with Louise? The very thought sent a pang through your chest.

Cleo was more than just a friend; she was the person who occupied your thoughts in quiet moments, the one who made your heart flutter with just a smile. Being near her felt like standing too close to a flame – wonderfully warm but with the potential to consume you.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. You knew you needed someone, and deep down, you knew Cleo would be there for you, without judgement or expectation. Could you bear it? Could you sit across from her, pour out your heart about Louise, all the while suppressing the feelings you had for her?

You hesitated, your heart pounding, but when you dialled her number and Cleo's voice came through the phone, warm and concerned, it was like a lifeline in the chaos of your emotions.

"Cleo, it's me," you began, your voice unsteady.

"Hey, what's wrong? You sound upset," Cleo's voice was tinged with worry.

You took a deep breath, the words tumbling out. "Louise and I had another argument. I just... I don't know what to do anymore."

There was a brief pause before Cleo spoke, her tone decisive. "Come over, right now. You shouldn't be alone."

You found yourself nodding, even though she couldn't see. "Okay, I'll be there soon."

Ending the call, you started the car again, driving through the quiet streets, each turn bringing you closer to Cleo's place. Her townhouse was nestled in a quaint neighbourhood, lined with tall trees whose leaves were turning shades of amber and rust.

Pulling up outside her house, you took a moment to compose yourself before stepping out. The moment you knocked on her door, it swung open, and there stood Cleo.

Cleo was striking, her golden hair cascading around her shoulders in soft waves, her golden eyes shimmering with concern. Her horns, elegantly curved, framed her round face. She wore a simple sweater and jeans, but on her, they looked effortlessly chic.

Without a word, Cleo pulled you into a hug, her arms warm and reassuring. You melted into her embrace, a sense of safety enveloping you.

As she led you inside, the warmth of her home wrapped around you. The living room was cozy, with soft lighting and plush furniture, a stark contrast to the coldness of your own apartment.

Cleo guided you to the sofa, sitting beside you. "Tell me everything," she said, her voice gentle.

You recounted the argument with Louise, the words spilling out in a jumbled rush. Cleo listened, her expression a mix of empathy and indignation.

"She shouldn't treat you like that," Cleo said firmly once you had finished. "You deserve so much better, someone who sees and appreciates you."

Her words, meant to soothe, made you smile. You looked at Cleo, really looked at her, and saw not just a friend but someone you simply couldn’t be without. The realisation hit you with the force of a tidal wave, overwhelming and undeniable.

Cleo's concern deepened as she watched the play of emotions across your face. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. Her nails were long and sharp, but oh so delicate.

You nodded, unable to speak. How could you explain that it wasn't just Louise's rejection that hurt, but Cleo’s closeness, knowing you could never have her?

The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves outside. In that moment, with Cleo so close, her golden eyes filled with worry and affection, you felt the walls you had built around your heart beginning to crumble. The truth of your feelings, long buried, was clawing its way to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged.

Cleo's presence, so warm and inviting, was both a comfort and a torment. You wanted to lean in, to close the gap between you, but fear held you back. Fear of ruining the friendship, fear of rejection, fear of facing the truth that had been staring you in the face for so long.

The silence between you and Cleo stretched, a tangible thing, filled with unspoken words and emotions. Cleo broke the quiet, her voice soft but earnest. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

You nodded, your throat tight with the words you couldn't yet voice. Cleo's hand on your arm was warm, ridged with little bumps almost like thorns. You wanted to say so much, to spill everything, consequences be damned.

Except, you couldn’t.

Cleo seemed to sense your discomfort. "I wish I could do something to make it better," she said, her golden eyes searching yours. “I wish I knew how to fix things between you and Louise.”

"It's not just about Louise," you found yourself saying, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Cleo tilted her head, a questioning look in her eyes. "What is it then?"

The air felt heavy in a way you couldn't ignore. You leaned in closer to Cleo, drawn by a force you couldn't resist. Cleo mirrored your movement, meeting you half way.

For a moment, it felt like the world had fallen away, leaving just the two of you in her little living room. Your faces were inches apart, Cleo's breath mingling with yours. She smelled of lavender tea.

You could feel the pull, the urge to close the gap and kiss her, to finally reveal the truth of your feelings. Just as your lips were about to meet, Cleo pulled back, a pained expression crossing her face.

"I can't," she whispered, her voice laced with regret. "Louise… it wouldn't be right."

You felt a pang of disappointment. "I know," you said, the words barely audible.

Cleo took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for what she was about to say. "Look, I know your dating history. Humans. Only humans. I don't want to assume that you'd be interested in... well, someone like me."

Her confession hung in the air. It wasn't just about your relationship status; it was also about crossing a boundary you had never crossed before.

You looked at Cleo, really looked at her, seeing not just her twisting horns and textured, teal skin; but her hesitant smile, downcast eyes. She was beautiful, wonderful, and you wouldn’t have changed her for the world.

"Cleo, I..." you started, but the words caught in your throat. How could you explain that your feelings for her were more than she understood? That she had captured your heart in a way no one else ever had?

Maybe you didn't need to say anything. Cleo reached out, her hand gently touching your cheek. "It's okay," she said softly. "We don't have to figure this out right now."

The dam that held back your emotions was breaking, and the words began to tumble out in an unstoppable flow.

"Cleo, I can't wait anymore," you said, the urgency in your voice surprising even yourself. "I need to figure this out now, because... because I'm in love with you."

Cleo's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and something else – hope, maybe – flickering in her golden gaze.

"I've tried to hide it, to deny it, but I can't," you continued, your voice gaining strength as you spoke. "Every time I'm with you, it feels right, like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. When I'm not with you, there's this ache, this feeling of missing a vital part of myself."

Cleo reached out, her fingers intertwining with yours, a silent encouragement for you to continue.

"It's not just because things are bad with Louise. It's about you, Cleo. It's always been about you. When you're near, I feel alive, like everything is more vibrant, more real."

Tears brimmed in Cleo's eyes, her emotions raw and visible. "What about..." she began, her voice a whisper.

"I know, and I need to end it. It's not fair to her, and it's not fair to us," you said, your decision clear in your mind. "I can't pretend to be happy with her when all I want is to be with you."

Cleo's hand tightened around yours, a silent acknowledgement.

With new resolve, you leaned in, closing the distance between you. This time, there was no hesitation, no second thoughts. When your lips met Cleo's, it was like a missing piece slotting into place.

The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration of each other. As Cleo responded, the kiss deepened, growing in intensity. Her lips were warm and inviting as she nibbled at your bottom lip. The world around you faded into nothingness.

She tasted of lavender and honey, sweet and so deliciously fragrant. You wanted to drown in it, in her.

As you pulled away, the need for air pressing against the desire to remain in the kiss, you pressed your forehead against hers, settling between her horns.

"I'm going to break up with Louise," you said, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of feelings inside you. "I can't hide from the truth anymore. I want to be with you, Cleo, if you'll have me."

Cleo's response was a smile, tender and full of warmth. "I've been waiting for you," she said, her voice soft. "I'll be here, for as long as you want me."

As the significance of your words settled in the air, a sense of liberation washed over you. Cleo's drew you in once more. Without a word, you leaned in, closing the gap between you for another kiss.

This time, the kiss was different, more desperate. As your lips met, a shudder ran through you. Cleo's lips were soft against yours, moving with a passion that matched your own. The sensation was overwhelming, heady, bringing a smile to your lips as you moved down to kiss her soft jaw. You felt every brush of her hair against your skin, every gentle caress, as though it were etching itself into your memory.

You could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest, each thump echoing your love for Cleo. The kiss deepened, and you found yourself lost in the sensation, in the taste of her, in the feeling of her arms around you.

Eventually, the need for air forced you apart again, but only just. Cleo's eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed with the intensity of the moment. She smiled, a smile that held the promise of a thousand more kisses, a thousand more moments just like this.

Without a word, Cleo pulled you into her arms, guiding you down onto the sofa. You curled up together, fitting perfectly in each other's embrace. The warmth of her body soothed you, her heartbeat a soothing rhythm against the chaos of your thoughts. You lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, exhaustion slowly lulling you to sleep.

You fell asleep like that, entwined on the sofa, the world outside forgotten. It was a sleep filled with dreams of possibilities, of a future that was suddenly bright with promise.

***

Early the next morning, you awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. A cute sunflower blanket was draped around you, and you smiled, snuggling further into it. You sat up, stretching, the events of the night before flooding back.

In the kitchen, you heard the sounds of someone preparing breakfast. Cleo was there, moving about with an ease that reminded you just how much she loved to cook. The clink of dishes and the aroma of coffee filled the air.

You stood, wrapping the blanket around yourself, and walked to the kitchen. There was your Cleo, her golden hair catching the morning light, a soft smile on her face as she turned to greet you.

"Good morning," she said, her voice a gentle melody.

"Good morning," you replied.. The reality of your confession, of the kiss, of the night spent in each other's arms, settled around you like an embrace.

Cleo handed you the steaming cup of coffee, her eyes meeting yours with a warmth that sent a flutter through your heart. You took the cup, your fingers brushing against hers, a small but significant touch.

"Did you sleep okay?" Cleo asked, her voice laced with concern.

You nodded, the comfort of her embrace still lingering in your memory. "I did, thanks to you. I can't remember the last time I felt so... at peace."

Cleo smiled, a genuine expression that reached her eyes. "I'm glad. You deserve peace, you deserve happiness."

You stepped closer, drawn by an invisible force that seemed to connect you both. Gently setting the coffee cup on the counter, you reached up and caressed her cheek. "Thank you, Cleo, for everything."

She leaned into your touch, closing her eyes for a brief moment. When she opened them again, the golden hue seemed to shimmer in the morning sunlight. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed you. It was a soft, sweet kiss, filled with the promise of new beginnings and shared futures.

The kiss ended, but her warmth lingered. You both smiled, a silent conversation passing between you.

Cleo then turned back to the stove, where a stack of pancakes awaited. "I hope you're hungry. I made pancakes with syrup. I know it’s your favourite."

You were surprised. "How did you know pancakes are my favourite? I don't remember ever mentioning it."

Cleo chuckled, flipping a pancake with practised ease. "You mentioned it once, years ago. I guess it just stuck with me."

Your heart swelled at the realisation that Cleo remembered such a small detail about you, a detail you had forgotten sharing. It was a testament to how much she cared, to the depth of her feelings for you.

"I can't believe you remembered that," you said, your voice filled with wonder.

Cleo shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. "I remember a lot of things about you. You're not easy to forget."

You laughed, the sound light and free. The tension and uncertainty of the past weeks seemed to melt away in the warmth of Cleo's kitchen.

You both sat down to eat, the pancakes as delicious as you had imagined. They were sweet and fluffy, paired with bright red strawberries and thick, golden syrup.

As you ate, the early morning light filled the room, casting everything in a soft, golden glow. It felt like a new chapter was beginning, one filled with hope and the promise of a love that was both unexpected and profoundly right.

When breakfast was over, you helped Cleo clean up, the domesticity of the task feeling both ordinary and extraordinary. You were doing something so mundane, yet with Cleo, it felt like an adventure, a glimpse into a future you both could share.

You stood drying the last dish and Cleo came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. You leaned back into her embrace, feeling complete in a way you had never known before.

#exophilia #exophilia fiction #monster x reader #monster romance #monster girlfriend #tag: fxf #tag: tiefling #tag: female monster #tag: female reader #tag: sfw

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queenof-curses · 1 year

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Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader

A Trip to the Dentist

Summary: You and Kento have been friends forever. Having tooth trouble, what better way to get it addressed immediately than to call up Dr. Nanami?

Word Count: 4.4k

Masterlist | More Jujutsu Kaisen

Tags: Minors DNI! Explicit, Light Angst, Mutual Pining, Porn with some Plot, Oral, Fingering, Explicit Sex, Dirty Talk

“Hmm.. I’m sorry, Dr. Nanami is busy, can you call back at a later date?”

“Ha-Ha-Ha, very funny Kento…” You hold the phone to your ear, walking along the pavement of the small downtown area this town has.

You could practically feel the smirk he gives you over the line. It was just like him, his humor was always dry and somewhat teasing towards you. Not that you weren’t used to it at this point.

Kento Nanami. You knew him like the back of your hand, growing up in the same class and down the street from one another. He became your first friend when you were bullied by the mean girls in your kindergarten class. He saved you that one fateful day on the playground, and you never forgot it.

From then on, you two were inseparable. Two peas in a pod. You were science class partners, bus buddies, and more. However, that was years ago. You’re both adults now… both unable to leave the town you call home.

In fact, after college you both returned home to open your own businesses right here on the little downtown strip. Everyone in town spends their days here, and now you two have your own little part in its beauty. It really was something out of one of those movies.

Returning from pastry school you finally decided to say fuck it and opened your own bakery. The closest one was in the neighboring town anyway. You were welcomed with open arms and business has never been better for you.

Kento went into dentistry, opening up his own practice on the other end of the strip from your bakery. The townsfolk always joke how you two close friends ended up running opposite businesses in both location and practice. I mean, two best friends… one runs a sweets shop, the other is a dentist? It was comedic. They always teased the relationship between you two. However, they couldn’t be further from the truth.

You and Kento were friends. Very close friends and nothing more. In fact, you never really thought of him that way before. Have you?

Those thoughts are quickly pushed aside as Nanami responds to your teasing.

“You know I enjoy poking fun at you, I can imagine your blush now…” He says on the other end of the line. “What’s up?”

“Well.. I have an issue, and you CAN’T be mad at me.” You quickly add that last bit, thinking about how he’s certainly not going to like hearing this one.

“Do I even want to know?” He responds.

“Well…..”

“What did you do?” He asks, tone light but firm with you.

Uh oh, he’s using his Doctor voice.

You grimace before answering him. “Uhh… Well, I’m having some tooth pain. I was wondering if you could help me out real quick?” You ask, tone turning sweet.

“I told you to take it easy with those sweets, they’ll rot your teeth..” He nags from his end.

“I Know! Okay? But what do you expect? I run a freaking Bakery Kento! Now can you help or not?” You demand, matching his tone.

“Of course I can help, y/n… How could I say no to you?” He takes a minute to ponder. “Except I could say no…. Unless you bring me some of your special sourdough.”

Ha. Hook, Line, & Sink..

Your smile is huge. “Oh I think I can manage that…”

“Excellent, y/n. Let’s see… its 330pm. You close at 430 right? Just stop by after you lock up, I’m done with patients for the day so I sent home the assistant, but I think I can manage a cavity.”

“Ugh, thank you so much Kento! You’re a lifesaver!” You yell into the phone.

“Just don’t forget my bread, y/n” You can hear his light laugh through the speaker. “Also, NO SWEETS!” He yells at you right before hanging up the phone.

Hmmph, well then. Grumpy goose. As always.

Rolling your eyes, you reach the doors of your bakery and walk inside. Taking in the smell of fresh bread and cookies, you wave to your own assistant in passing. You let her go home for the day while you take care of the last of the customers. After a quick clean up and securing the money, you wrap a loaf of sourdough and set it aside for Nanami. 30 minutes later you find yourself locking up the shop and making the 2 block walk to Kento’s practice.

The sun was starting to set on this lovely spring day. As you walk you admire the storefronts and wave to recognisable friendly faces. You loved this town. It was safe and it was home. Finally arriving at the dentist's office, you knock on the glass door. Almost immediately, Kento walks up on the other side and you hear a sharp click as it unlocks. Stepping aside, he welcomes you inside then locks back up behind you.

“I got your bread for you, Dr. Nanami!” You smile as you present the loaf, cheesing hard enough for him to pick up on your teasing.

“Please, y/n stop calling me Doctor, I’m never used to it and technically I am off the clock. You know how I feel about overtime…” he mutters.

It only makes you smile harder. “Yeah Yeah, I know… I’m sorry, this tooth hurts like a bitch, so I had to give you a call.” You look up at him with wide eyes, trying to work your magic on him.

“It’s fine, y/n. I mean it. For your bread, I’d probably just do about anything…” he trails off, taking in your flour-covered outfit.

You notice his eyes on you, blushing. “Oh- sorry. Didn’t really have time to change…”

He simply nods and walks to the back, motioning for you to follow him. He’s much taller than you, lean and strong. How he has the time to work out, you’ll never know. He’s not wearing his scrubs, but a simple pair of dress pants and a white button down shirt, slightly undone at the top. His sleeves were bunched up, and he looks like he had a busy day as well. You watch him walk in front of you to the back, alcoves of chairs line the walls and he takes you to the very last one.

Motioning for you to sit, you set your stuff down and get comfortable in the chair. It was quiet. However, it wasn’t uncomfortable. You were so used to Kento’s silence, knowing how much he likes to work on his own. Not you though, you were the rambunctious one. The loud thunder to his quiet lightning. I guess that’s why people always thought you would make the best couple. Perfectly fitting together but so different, like puzzle pieces.

Whoa, Y/n. Where did those thoughts come from?

“Let me see inside, even though I have a feeling it is a cavity,” Nanami states, interrupting your traveling thoughts.

You comply and open your mouth, not giving him lip since you know he means business when that tone of his comes out. So you sit and let Kento do his work.

It was a cavity, of fucking course it was. What it really is, is new material for him to hound on you for your sugar addiction. You’re a pastry chef, how could you stay away?

He works on your tooth for the next 30 minutes, the sound of the drill and ejector being the only things in the room. Kento fills your filling and remolds your tooth. During this time, you really allowed your mind to wander back to your original thoughts.

You guess he was attractive. Well, of course he was, you weren’t blind. Kento was tall, but not too tall. Lean, but not muscle-ly. His blonde hair was always perfect, tousled just right. And when he took off those glasses, he was panty-melting.

Shit, maybe I should rethink this?

It wasn’t just his looks either, and you knew that. He always took care of you, that’s why people thought you were a couple. He helped you study your general education classes in college when you needed it most. He was there when your grandfather passed away. He was the one to help you choose a building for your bakery. It’s always been him and you, and you don’t think you could bear the thought of him being with someone else. He always brought you back down when you’d float too high.

Your thoughts escape you as Kento finally speaks, his voice seems hoarse as it cracks a little bit. “Uhh…. y/n.. I just have to finish checking the shape and then you can be on your way.” He was blushing down at you.

Uhhh... Did you miss something?

What you didn’t notice was that during your trail of thoughts Nanami had 3 fingers in your mouth. His thumb was on your chin, almost caressing it. He was holding your mouth open as he checked over your filling. Tension began to fill up the room as he looked at his hand and then down to you.

You locked eyes with him, thinking well, maybe I’ve always felt like this… there must be a reason behind neither of us never being able to commit to other people.

Your tongue snaked its way in between two of his gloved fingers, caressing the inner side of his digit. Not breaking eye contact with him, you slid your tongue up and down as you felt drool pool into your mouth.

With a sharp intake of breath, Kento asked “Y/n… what are you doing?”

“Hasdihgja songwebo feidn"

He took a deep breath before slowly removing his hand to allow you to speak. The room was silent as you both watched the thick trail of drool pull away with his hand, connecting his fingers to your mouth. He groaned out loud, watching it fall on top of you.

“What do you think you are doing, Y/n?” He asked, sternly.

You looked up at him then, always being the outspoken one. “Kento… tell me, do you feel something for me?”

Your eyes were so wide, he couldn’t believe the question that fell out of your mouth. What did you mean? Could you possibly finally be putting the pieces together? He thought before answering, “Y/n… I’m not going to lie to you… not that I could anyways,” he muttered, as if annoyed with himself. “There’s a reason I’ve stuck by your side…you make me happy… You bring me joy, you make me believe in myself. What was once friendship made me feel something more a long time ago… I never planned on acting on it, until I knew for sure…” He said, trailing off as he looked at you.

“For sure, what? Kento?”

“For sure that you reciprocated, Y/N.” He states, leaning down towards you. “Now tell me, little lamb, have you ever felt anything more than friendship between us?”

His question had you thinking. Always with the nickname too, little lamb. You chuckled at the memory, him always comparing you to a lost lamb. But, then again, it seems that time and time again he was always there to help find your way home. In fact, Nanami was Home. He was your everything. You pondered this thought before answering him.

“Yes.” You said while looking up at him, confidence coming over you. “Kento… I- don’t really know how to put it into words, but it’s a feeling of wanting more. I just-I can’t-”

He cuts you off then, leaning down and locking his lips with yours for the first time. He sinks into you and you welcome him in. His lips taste of winter mint. You groan into his touch, wanting more from him.

Your lips challenge one another- fighting for dominance. Letting his tongue dance inside of your mouth, you let him win the battle this time. He pushes off you- allowing you both to catch your breaths.

You're both practically panting as you sit back and take one another in. Your lips were swollen and glistening, it had his member hard and ready to burst free. You looked down and noticed the tension behind his zipper. Smirking, you look back up to him with a challenging expression- “Excited to see me?”

Kento smirks right back at you as it seems your teasing turns a switch off inside of him. He huffs out a laugh, thick and laced with sexual energy. It has his chest heaving, and temporarily distracts you as you watch his muscles writhe underneath the tight shirt. Noticing you not completely paying attention, his dominant side comes out to play.

Shooting his arm out he catches your throat, holding it inside his large hand. He’s lightly squeezing the sides, adding just enough pressure to turn off your bratiness and lock eyes with his. He takes his other hand and brings his fingers into your mouth.

Still gloved, you can taste the latex as he plays with your tongue. Pushing a singular finger to the back of your throat he triggers a gag from you. He groans at the noise and you respond, giving into his predatory gaze. Your tongue circles his digits, coating them in your own saliva.

Nanami grows hard watching you slurp and suck on his fingers. He imagines his cock being shoved down your throat as you gag around his hardness.

“Fuck, Y/n… you’ll never understand what you do to me…” he whispers.

You lock eyes with his as he pulls his hand from your mouth once more. Together, you watch as your drool drips from his fingers. The air was thick with sexual tension and you waited for him to act on it first.

He stood from his chair suddenly. It gave you an eyeful of his growing erection, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your mouth water even more. He truly was beautiful, almost like a god. Looking up through your lashes, you gave him your puppy dog eyes you knew would work so well, silently begging for him to act.

Removing his gloves, he looked down at you. His gaze was so predatory, so controlled, you could feel his dominance in your bones.

“I am going to fuck you, y/n.”

You gasped. You never thought he’d be so straight forward.

I think I like bedroom Nanami, you thought.

“I’m not waiting, I can’t wait- I’m going to fuck you right now in this chair… I've been waiting long enough.”

And then he pounced.

I lied, I LOVE bedroom Nanami.

He was on your body in seconds, tearing your clothes off you as you reached for his buttoned shirt. Your lips were all over each other, the sexual tension finally snapped. He lifted your shirt from you then dived to pull your pants off.

All you could think about was him driving his cock deep inside of you. The thought had your panties wet. You’re both driven to move faster and remove the barriers between the two of you. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt and stuck your hand beneath it, feeling hot and smooth skin underneath.

Kento was peppering your body in kisses as he removed your shirt. He stopped to decorate your neck in bites, licking and sucking his way up your throat. He locked his lips with yours as his scent surrounded your whole body. Warm sandalwood and a hint of mint…. He was your undoing. He unclipped your bra and threw it to the side, sitting back to take in your bare breasts.

Your nipples were perked at the sudden cool air mixed with your arousal. Nanami eyed your chest in earnest, reaching out and taking them in his warm hands. Always one for details, he tweaked your nipples, earning a small yelp from you.

“Kento.. Please,” you begged.

“What was that Y/n? Please what?” He teased you, lightly tugging on your buds.

“Please…. Touch me..” you whispered, locking eyes with him.

You were a wet mess, left begging for him in nothing but a pair of panties. He still had most of his clothing on, just an unbuttoned shirt revealing his chiseled chest. Strong and lean, you admired his muscles in the low light of the room. He was breathing heavily and looked as if he was losing control of himself fast.

That part was true. Nanami couldn’t believe how beautiful you were in front of him. Your breasts heaving, nipples at attention, and that pleading look you gave him... God, it was his undoing. The controlled tether snapped within him at that look on your face.

He leaned over to kiss you. Passionate, and slow… that’s the least he could do before unleashing himself upon you.

You moaned into his mouth, welcoming his body between your legs. He took a hold of your thighs with his hands, pushing them apart as far as the chair would allow you to do. You gasped, you were spread open for him. Your thin wet panties being your only shield from his gaze.

He looked down, smirking at the wet spot on your underwear. Reaching down, he grabbed the thin cloth and shoved it to the side, revealing your glistening folds to him.

Kento groaned out loud, “Fuck… y/n, I need to taste you.”

Your breath hitched as he situated himself partway on his stomach, not taking an eye off of your bare flesh. Not one to waste time, it was mere seconds before his tongue met your cunt. His hot muscle spread your lower lips and slurped your juice as if he was a man starved.

Your moans quickly filled the room as Nanami teased up and down your slit, mixing his saliva with your juices. He held your lips open with two fingers, admiring your darkest parts before spitting on your exposed hole. You whimpered at the lewdness of it all.

“Y/n… listen to me. I want you to cum on my mouth, I need to taste your release…” he trailed off before diving back into you.

He licked and slurped and drove you higher and higher. His strong nose teased your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your whole body. You found yourself quickly reaching your peak.

“Fuck, Kento… faster, please!” you cried out for him.

He dips two fingers into you, curving them to run against that sweet spongy spot inside of you. You screamed in response, digging both your hands into his hair and tugging his face against you. He groaned out; you could feel the rumble on your clit as his tongue danced with your little bundle of nerves.

Driving his fingers in and out of your hole, Kento imagines his cock buried in you as he pumps his hips into the chair. He lets you grind onto his face, using it to build up your release.

Your legs begin to shake as you feel yourself reach that wonderful place. They part as far as they can go as you grind your hips into his face one last time before screaming out.

“FUCK! Fuck Kent-” You groan out, not finishing a complete thought. In fact, you can’t even think straight as he finger fucks you through your high. Riding it out with you, he savors your cream on his tongue, thinking it's the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“Sweeter than your baked goods, baby girl…” he says, looking up at you.

Removing his fingers from your cunt, he grabs the back of your head and forces your mouth on his. He runs his fingers through your hair, uncaring if your juices get tangled into it. He yanks your head back, forcing your eyes on his.

Panting, he says “I need to fuck you, I can’t wait any longer.”

You could only nod in response, not completely coming down from your pleasurable high.

Nanami stands once again, removing his button down shirt completely. You eye him like a kid in a candy store. He smirks down at you as he reaches towards your panties and yanks them down your legs.

“Perfect…” he purrs out.

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond to that statement as he takes your hips in both hands and maneuvers you onto your hands and knees. Facing the head of the chair, you could feel the cool leather kiss your forehead. You arched your back for him, giving him a show of your wet pussy.

You hear a belt buckle move and a zipper slide down. Turning back, you notice he has cock out and in his hand, lightly pumping it. You gasp out loud. Nanami was a gorgeous man. Gorgeous men have gorgeous cocks. And it was breathtaking. His member was long with a slight upward curve. You smile knowing it’ll hit your soft spot just right. He had a thick vein decorating the side of it, meeting the base of short, clean blonde hair. It was perfect… he was perfect.

Locking eyes with you, he stands behind your body. Not bothering to take off his pants all the way, he ran his cockhead up and down your slit, mixing his precum with your cream. Slowly, he began to sink inside your cunt, relishing the feeling of your hole squeezing him.

“Fuck Y/N… you’re so tight.” He groaned out.

Kento took your hips in his large hands. The action made you feel tiny as he hovered over your body. He continued to sheath himself inside of you, stretching your pussy over his member.

You groaned out at the stretch. He prepped you well and you were wet enough to enjoy every moment of him sinking into you. You couldn’t wait, you wanted him to fuck your brains out. You needed him to.

Patience breaking, you groan out. “Kento.. Please, I need you to fuck me.”

You were answered with silence.

Suddenly, the air changed in the room. Tension seeped from his body as he registered your words. He paused his actions.

“Mmmm, if you insist y/n.” He said, knowing you had no idea what you just signed up for.

He slammed the rest of the way in, jerking you forward and making you cry out. He pulled out immediately and slammed into you again. And again and again and again. Not stopping, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the entire office.

You screamed for him, moaning mumbled words and holding onto the chair as he fucked into you from behind. Gripping your hips hard, you were sure he’d leave bruises in the shape of his hands.

He drove your entire body forward as his cock pulsed inside your walls. You felt helpless as he used your body for his pleasure. Lost in your own delight, you shift so you can meet his thrusts. Your breasts bounced from the action. Moving in sync, your hips met his as your skin slapped against one another.

Nanami moaned out, “You feel so good… so fucking tight-you’re gonna make me cum little lamb.”

“Fuck- do it. I want it. Cum in me, please. Mark me Kento...I’m yours.” You groaned out.

He growled in response, increasing his speed. He drove in and out of your cunt, his thrusts turning reckless. You could feel his heavy balls slap against your clit. A familiar warmth started to bloom inside you from his harsh pace.

“Shit- I’m gonna cum again, fuck… please!” you cried out.

He continued fucking into you, hitting your sweet spot. How did he already know how to find it? You couldn’t be bothered to think. His body kissed your clit as he drove you higher and higher.

“Cum on my cock, baby… give it to me, fuck.. I want to feel you.” He said, taking a handful of your hair and yanking your head back.

Your back arched and he used you as leverage to drive himself deeper into your cunt. The action had you screaming out your release, hitting you suddenly as you moaned his name. It was out of nowhere. Nanami pulled your orgasm from your body as if he owned every inch of you. Your pussy fluttered around his shaft, gripping him as if to steal his own release as he did yours.

“Y/n…” he groaned out, “You’re squeezing me so tight… mm’ gonna finish..”

“Do it! Give it to me Kento… please! Cum inside me… I need it.” You begged as you pushed your hips into his, guiding his member in and out of you.

Shit, he thought. Your words were so dirty. Nanami’s thoughts of marking you had him releasing his seed into your tight cunt. With one last snap of his hips, he coated your walls in white as your pussy pulled every last drop from him. You were milking him dry. It was as if you needed his seed to survive. He couldn’t believe it.

“Fuck Y/N… you feel so good..” he said, lazily fucking into you before slowing down to a complete stop. He held himself inside of you, relishing the tightness of your cunt and the warmth of you around him.

With him fully seated inside of you, his cock plugged you up. You’ve never felt so full before, savoring the heat of his cum and his body on top of yours.

He pulled out of you slowly, eyes watching your hole drip with his seed. He groaned, loving you like this. Finally, he thought, you saw him in the same light he always saw you in. You were his and he was never going to let go.

Releasing his grasp on your hair, you drop down to the chair with your ass still in the air, now completely exposed to the room. He couldn’t look away as he watched a mix of both your juices drip from your body onto the chair below you. He reached out, taking two fingers to stuff his cum back inside of your pussy.

You hissed out, sensitive to touch after your little adventure together.

“Hey now.. I’m still sensitive!” You say, tone sarcastic and teasing.

He grins at you, letting out a light laugh. “Yes I know.. I just like to see it.”

You turn over at that statement, locking eyes with him. Taking in each other’s fucked-out expressions, you both smile wide knowing that this is only the first, but not the last time you share a moment like this.

#kento nanami #kento nanami x reader #kento x you #kento x reader #jjk x reader #queenofcursesfanfic #queenofcursesjjk #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk fanfic #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #kento nanami imagine #jjk x you

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qosbaez · 1 month

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Shayna x dakota - an angsty story when Shayna and Ronda were tag teaming. Since they had to travel together etc they start getting a little too close. Or at least a little too close for Dakotas liking. dakota gets jealous and like a mix of sad and mad since Dakota thinks Shayna is going to leave her for Ronda or Ronda is trynna steal her girl 😛

Losing you || Shayna Baszler x Dakota Kai

Summary: Dakota feels like she and Shayna started falling apart ever since Shayna started tagging with Ronda.

In the whirlwind world of professional wrestling, where alliances are formed and broken with the flick of a wrist, Dakota found herself grappling with emotions she never thought she'd face: jealousy.

It all started when Shayna began tagging with Ronda and they started traveling together. They seemed inseparable, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. And while Dakota tried to be supportive of Shayna's career, a nagging feeling gnawed at her insides.

One evening, as they sat in their living room on a rare night at home, Shayna noticed the tension in Dakota's demeanor, the way she avoided meeting her gaze.

"Hey, babe, what's wrong?" Shayna asked, concern lacing her voice as she sat beside her girlfriend on the couch.

Dakota hesitated, unsure of how to voice her fears without sounding irrational. "I don't know...it's just...you and Ronda, you seem...really close."

Shayna's brow furrowed in confusion, the realization dawning on her that Dakota was feeling jealous. "Kota, baby, you know there's nothing going on between me and Ronda, right? We're just friends. And it's been a long time since we got to spend so much time together."

Dakota's shoulders slumped in relief, the weight of her worries lifting from her chest. "I know, Shayna. It's just...I guess I missed you. And seeing you with Ronda all the time made me feel like...like I was losing you."

Shayna wrapped her arms around Dakota, pulling her into a tight embrace. "You're never gonna lose me, Kota. I love you more than anything. Ronda is just a friend, but you...you're my everything."

As they held each other close, the doubts and insecurities that had threatened to tear them apart melted away. Dakota knew now that her fears were unfounded, that Shayna's love for her was unwavering and true.

From that day forward, Dakota made a conscious effort to trust in their relationship, to believe in the strength of their bond. And as they continued to navigate the highs and lows of the wrestling world together, she knew that with Shayna by her side, they could overcome any obstacle that stood in their way. For in each other's arms, they had found not just love, but a sense of security and belonging that would carry them through even the darkest of times.

#wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #dakota kai fanfiction #dakota kai #shayna baszler #shayna baszler fanfiction #shayna baszler x dakota kai #shaykota

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equizona · 2 years

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The nightmares react to a child reader inviting them to play tea party with them

feat. the nightmares

warnings : tea parties

note : this might actually be one of the cutest ideas I have seen my entire life so LEZ GO

❥ NIGHTMARE FREDDY

You probably invited the three tiny bears to your tea party first and then they processed to drag him into the whole party going on. And well, he doesn't have the will to deny their request so he ends up telling the others to do something else for the first night and ends up joining your party. All four of them are unnatural but he does end up having fun. In the end, he convinces everyone else to leave and find someone else and you never end up seeing him again, probably growing up convinced that he was just a figment of your childhood imagination.

❥ NIGHTMARE CHICA

She thinks you're stupid. Seriously? Asking something like her to a tea party? But.. she can't say she doesn't want to join your party. She'll ask the others to not do anything for the night, and after the realization that she now owes them all something she joins your tea party. She even ends up stealing some snacks from the kitchen for the party for the party. She's tense and unsure at the start, but at the end it was a huge success. She can't make the others leave, but she does do her best to help you survive through the nights that are especially scary.

❥ NIGHTMARE BONNIE

He is confused on why you would be awake at this time unless you were scared of them and felt like you had to fight for your life or something along those lines but.. well, he's basically the only one who ever does anything other than Freddy during the first night, so he agrees to a tea party with you. He is tense for the first minutes but grows more comfortable. He reminds you to check on the bed and doors periodically throughout the entire night just in case, so that you're safe. He does convince everyone else to leave you alone, considering he's the only one who has a good relationship with everyone in the group.

❥ NIGHTMARE FOXY

He isn't there for the first nights, but he's excited to join in on the fun. Except.. when you see that the fox plushie in your closet has turned into a huge, scary, nightmare-fuel creature you don't scream, shine the light or close the door. Instead you ask him to join you in a tea party. He's confused, 'cause surely his group has been chasing you the entire nights before and you have to be scared of anything looking remotely like them. He denies, saying you should focus on keeping the others out. You turn around, scared as the mini-Freddies scramble back under the bed. He doesn't join your party, but he doesn't end up hunting you either. He'll show whenever he feels the others coming too close to remind you to look for them so you don't die. After, regardless if you survive or not, he tries to make his own little tea party. He sits in his space on his own, curious as to why you weren't scared of him.

❥ NIGHTMARE FREDBEAR

Much like Foxy, he doesn't understand why you would ask him something like thatafter surviving multiple nights with creatures like him hunting you, trying to kill you. He doesn't agree, just keeps going after you as you back up and close the door in his face, seemingly remembering that he's bad. He does end up thinking about your offer after the week is over, much like Foxy did, wondering why you seemed so eager to have a party with a creature like him.

❥ NIGHTMARE

He doesn't process what you said, not really. He never truly listens to what the kids he's after have to scream or cry. Most of the time theor just begging for someone to help them, or for him to leave them alone anyway. Wondering where he came from. What happened to all the others? The golden bear? It's not until after the night is over that he actually realizes what you had said, and he realizes the lack of fear that had been in your voice. He brushes it off, ignoring it but there will always be that part of him, nagging him about the offer at the back of his conscious.

#fnaf #fnaf x reader #fnaf 4 #fnaf 4 x reader #five night's at freddy's #five night's at freddy's x reader #five night's at freddy's 4 #five night's at freddy's 4 x reader

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spithyuck · 2 years

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relationship guidelines | na jaemin

synopsis: Even if you didn't want to admit it, the two of you would do anything to protect each other. Despite constant attempts to make Jaemin jealous, you still loved him, even if you think he doesn't love you back. genre: fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining warnings: language, violence episode: three note: i didnt read this chapter over so srry if theres mistakes and sorry if the ending seems rushed 😭😭

You and Renjun sat across from each other. He thanked the server for the food—the server smiled, walked away. “So,” he started, “What’s going on with you and Jaemin?” Your eyes shot up at his question.

“What is there to know?” You laughed awkwardly. “Come on.” Renjun nagged, “I know there’s something going on with you two. Whenever you stare at him, you always get this look on your face, and I can tell something’s up by that expression.” He smiled.

You began to eat, ignoring his question. “Hey! Don’t ignore me.” He stole something from your plate, eating it and catching your attention quickly. “Fuck off,” You took something from his plate and ate it. “Mmh, this is good, what’d you order?” You said. “Stop avoiding the question.”

“You know you can tell me anything. I’m not even that close with Jaemin anyways, so what would I tell him?”

And he made a good point. They never really talked to each other, Renjun never tells your secrets, and he’s one of your closest friends. Nothing could go wrong if you told him, you thought.

“We kissed once,” Renjun went wide-eyed, mouth almost agape. “But now I feel like he’s playing hard to get against me. He’s trying to act like nothing happened, but now I’m thinking about him all the time, and it’s horrible. You know, yesterday…” You lowered your voice, “I think I almost had a sex dream about him.”

Renjun’s jaw was now slack to the floor.

“Okay, go back to the beginning—why’d you kiss in the first place?” He asked, “We were watching a drama, there was a kissing scene. I got bored. He asked if we wanted to kiss too, so we did.”

“But now he’s trying to act like everything is normal between us, but normal friends don’t kiss each other, right?” You said. “Yeah…” He sounded almost judgmental. “Well now I can tell by that look on your face that you’re judging me,” You added, taking a sip of the lukewarm water.

Renjun laughed, “I’m not judging you. I just think it’s weird. Are you going to try and like, seduce him or something?” It was as if he was a mind-reader. “I’ve tried. But he’s just so stoic, all the time, it’s annoying at this point. But it’s still cute. He’s still cute.”

“Eh. I think he’s better than your ex,”

About three hours later, you and Renjun said your goodbyes and left each other alone. What he said had you curious—could you guys still be friends after that? Could he be your boyfriend? One thing was for sure, he was surely better than your ex. Under any circumstances, no matter how emotionless he may be. After all, Jaemin was a benefactor in what helped you break it off with him in the first place.

You typed “can I still be just friends with someone after kissing them?” Into the search-bar on your phone and pressed a reliable-looking website that allowed random people to answer other people’s questions.

Luckily for you, the answer to your question was: no. You’d end up becoming sex partners or grow apart.

You didn’t want either of those things to happen, in fact, you had come to terms with the fact that you had longed for the feeling of being loved again. Jaemin could give you that. After all, he cared about you. He was a good person, that was what you’d always told yourself.

But what kind of person were you to him?

You scrolled to another answer on the same post. It read ‘It depends on the person. You might want to kiss and have sex with someone, you might want the opposite. So it just depends on the person.’

You couldn’t have been a one-night-stand. You hadn’t had sex with him. Would it seem too clingy if you’d text him to talk about the kiss? He’d moved on.

“Hey, Y/N!” Mark’s cheerful voice made you drop your phone on your desk in shame. “Hi.” Mark and Haechan walked over to your desk, placing things on the opposite end. “Hey, where’s Renjun?” Haechan asked Mark. “He’s meeting someone.”

“He doesn’t care much about school.” You butted in, the two nodding and continuing a separate conversation.

You wanted to ask what to say to get Jaemin to like you, but they were his two best friends; aside from Jeno, who you didn’t really know much about. The only time the two of you talked was at parties. Only recently had the two of you started talking without an obvious element of awkwardness in your voices.

About thirty minutes went by, Mark and Haechan were long gone by now; you were left alone to work on an art project, until Jeno suddenly walked up to you and sat in front of you. “Y/N?” You looked up, confused.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to go see a movie with me later—“ Jeno was cut off by Jaemin’s death stare from afar. Once Jaemin noticed that Jeno saw him, he walked over behind you and smiled.

“What are you two talking about?” He placed one hand on the edge of your seat and another on the table. “I was hoping that Y/N would see a movie with me.”

“So, you two are close then, I assume,” Jaemin placed the hand that was on your seat onto your shoulder, to which you shrugged off.

“Yeah, we are. We’re friends.” You turned your head away from Jaemin’s and back to Jeno. “Let’s watch it. I like romantic movies.” You smiled at him, to which he smiled back, nodding.

Jaemin took the phone from his friend, gesturing to it then to the two of you—“Hey, this is sexual, isn’t it?” He commented.

“Yes. It is.” You took the phone from his hands and handed it back to Jeno. “Great. You’ll need a lesson or two,”

Jeno turned towards Jaemin, a confused look on his face. “The male lead,”

“He’s a good kisser.” Jaemin turned to you. You mirrored his actions, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him into the hallway.

“What was that about?” You muttered. “What? I was just rambling,” He smiled. “Stop playing around. I’m serious, Jaemin, and usually you are too, but I guess that’s off the table when you get jealous of your two friends that are going to see a movie together.”

“There’s nothing between us, you know, he’s a good guy!” You slightly raised your tone of voice. “Why are you so upset?” He asked.

“I’m not upset!…I’m not upset.” The angered expression softened at his sympathetic one, “You’ve been growing apart from me since that day. You know that? You haven’t made a single effort to contact me.”

“Neither have you.” Jaemin snapped back. “What’s so wrong about that? Everybody grows apart. Even close friends.” He added, crossing his arms and taking small steps towards you. “I’m not that kind of guy, either, if that’s what you’re thinking. I won’t try anything with you. I don’t care who you go out with, but that’s Jeno, for gods sake. He’s not even your friend.”

“Maybe you’d know he was my friend if you paid more attention to what’s going on in my life.”

You pushed past him, walking back into the classroom; Jeno had somehow already left. You grabbed your backpack and your phone, as well as your project, and left the classroom to go to your apartment. At least it wasn’t during class and nobody saw you.

A few hours had passed since you got to your apartment.

Your phone rang, and to your greatest surprise, it was the man himself. Jaemin had called you. You waited for it to ring four more times before picking up. “What do you want?” You broke the silence, fiddling with the raggedy duvet sat on your bed.

“I wanted to tell you—I’m sorry. I apologized to Jeno too, I just-I don’t know. I’m sorry. That’s all I wanted to say.”

Within a matter of hours, your whole impression of who Jaemin was, how he acted towards you, changed. He was never open like that. It was like he was a new person. Like he’d become normal.

“Ok.” Was all you had to say. “Can I come over?” He questioned. For once, he sounded genuinely sorry, although you hadn’t had many instances of him apologizing to compare it to.

And you, genuinely didn’t know how to respond. Yes, no, I don’t know, maybe, sure, yeah, whatever, never talk to me again, so many possible answers to his question ran through your head.

When quite awhile passed and you hadn’t heard any hello’s or are you there’s from the other end, you checked your phone to see if he was still there. He wasn’t.

But he didn’t hang up. Your phone had only died. No big deal. The big deal was that you hadn’t brought your phone charger home from when you left school. By now, the school would have been closed, and you needed your phone for other things than calling Jaemin back.

You got out of bed, putting your slippers on and walking outside to where you headed towards the corner store.

The process of buying a charger was surprisingly long and it had been about ten minutes (you were counting) since your phone died.

Jaemin probably took it as you never wanted to talk to him again. Or you didn’t wanna be his friend. Now wasn’t the time for overthinking, you thought, heading quickly back to your apartment once you made the purchase.

You unlocked the door and took the slippers off. You were already tired when you had left and by now your feet had been killing you.

“Y/N?” You screamed at your name being called out, dropping both your phone and the charger you’d bought.

“Why are you in here?..Why are you in my house?” You said, raising your voice.

Sometimes Jaemin felt that it was so easy to piss you off. Sometimes he’d do it on purpose, get you riled up and stop before things escalated.

He did think that because you were close friends it was okay to do.

He did think you were okay with it.

That’s what made him a bad friend.

“I was worried.” He stood up from the chair he sat in, walking around and fidgeting with random objects he found, such as your sketchbook.

“But now I see,” he gestured to the phone and the charger sat next to each other on the ground. “Your phone died.”

Jaemin pursed his lips, setting the sketchbook down.

“Why are you acting like this? Like a different person. It’s weird, Jaemin.”

“I thought about stuff. I’m a bad friend,”

You thought you heard him say that he could be a better boyfriend, to which you responded with “what?”.

He sat back down, repeating his words, “I’m a bad friend?…”

“Sorry—sorry, I thought you said something else. Sorry.” You stuttered.

“Are you okay?” He glanced at your weak figure. “I’m tired, Jaemin. Now is not the best time to talk, if you couldn’t tell.”

You rubbed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“Well,” He walked towards you.

“If I can’t apologize,”

“At least let me carry you to your bed.” He picked you up bridal style, and to his surprise, you didn’t complain. He assumed you were too tired, and he was right. By the time you’d reached your bed, you were asleep in his arms.

The next morning, you’d woken up before him. He was sat on the chair adjacent to your bed.

“Jaemin?” You called. He had woken up after a few blinks and had been sitting across from you on the bed.

“…Should we talk now?”

You fidgeted with your finger, picking on the skin around your nail.

Jaemin grabbed the hand and stopped you. “You shouldn’t do that. It’s something people like to call a bad habit,” He said sarcastically.

You didn’t pull your hand out of his grasp. “I know what a bad habit is.”

He smiled. “What did you want to talk about first?” The boy hesitated before continuing. “The fight. The kiss.”

Looking back down, you mumbled, “Both.”

Jaemin pursed his lips again, shifting uneasily. “I don’t know…when you kissed me, I didn’t want you to stop. It’s just, I thought something would change. I thought we would change.”

“I mean, you know what happened with my ex. You know how things ended. I’m not saying you’re like him, but you kissed me. That was the first time anyone ever kissed me since we broke up.” Your head was still stuck staring at your lap. “Do you even get what I mean? Do I sound stupid?” You looked up at him.

“No. You don’t sound stupid.” His hand still hadn’t moved from yours. “I get it. I get what you mean.”

“What I don’t understand,”

“Is what you want me to say.”

“If you want me to apologize for kissing you, then by all means, go ahead and tell me.”

You shook your head. No words were to be spoken in the moment.

The both of you stared into each other’s eyes. And you kissed him.

He pulled away, taking his shirt off. Stopping, he unbuttoned your cardigan, and it was until he was sure you weren't wearing a bra that he continued to kiss you.

As he grinded against your body, you could feel his dick hard. He needed a release. Instead of waiting for him to make the first move, you unbuttoned his jeans then pulled down both your shorts and your underwear. It wasn't hard for Jaemin's hard-on to quickly find your entrance. He pulled away, "Are you sure you want this?" He'd ask. "Yes. Please." You moaned as if you were out of breath. That was his final straw.

He pushed himself into you, your slick arousal making it easy to do so. He hid your guttural moans with a kiss.

You moaned into his mouth, rocking your hips against his, walls wrapping tightly around his cock making him pull you closer. His head was buried into your shoulder as he thrusted in and out, in and out. Jaemin clung onto your waist. Your fingernails dug into his arm, leaving crescent marks as you pulled his head off your shoulder to kiss him.

Jaemin hid his pleased groans in your mouth as you clenched around him weakly. You felt your climax building by the second. "Jaemin—“ You stuttered, "I'm gonna cum." You added between moans. "Me too," He panted, muffling his moans into your shoulder as he, too, approached his climax. He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it quickly and driving you closer to your high. You rocked your hips quicker, moaning into the sex-filled air.

His thumb continued to rub your clit until it was too much. Your mouth hung open in pure, utter bliss, nails digging into the flesh of his neck. You were silent for a minute, still riding off your high, gasping for air.

“I love you.” You muttered. He hadn’t heard you.

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