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luxekook · 5 years

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the mirror | vmin

⇥ pairing: demon!jimin x reader x demon!taehyung

⇥ genre: smut, fluff, slight horror/thriller (?)

⇥ summary: demon!vmin want to make the reader theirs

⇥ word count: 2.4k

⇥ warnings: nc17, cursing, dirty talk, varying levels of smut, talk of demons and possession, general crack!fic

MAJOR DISCLAIMER: This is based on an actual dream I had and pretty much defies all logic. Lol, happy (early) Halloween!

My new apartment currently resembled the aftermath of a B and E. Moving boxes were strewn everywhere, various pieces of Ikea furniture were left half assembled, and I was panicking. Asking for help had never been an issue for me before – I wasn’t much of a prideful person.

However, asking for help from my best friends Taehyung and Jimin had been harder than forcing myself to go to the gym. My reluctance to ask them over wasn’t that I didn’t like them. In fact, I had the opposite problem.

I loved them, and those feelings were so fucking confusing.

It wasn’t that I was too much of a little bitch to tell either of them how I felt; it was that I was too much of a little bitch to tell them both how I felt.

I loved Jimin. And I loved Taehyung. Equally.

You don’t even know how many hours I spent scouring the internet for any semblance of an explanation for how I felt.

Basically, I came to a couple conclusions:

1) I was into polyamory:

Polyamory is the practice of, or desire for, intimate relationships with more than one partner, with the consent of all partners involved. It has been described as "consensual, ethical, and responsible non-monogamy".

2) Some pretty badass women like Olive Byrne were polyamorous:

Olive Byrne was a polyamorous life partner of William and Elizabeth Marston and has been credited as an inspiration for Wonder Woman.

And now I was at an impasse – tell the boys and potentially ruin our friendship or never take the chance and stay firmly in the friend-zone.

Basically, I had chosen to do neither and avoid them for the past couple weeks like a fucking coward instead.

The doorbell sounded and shook me from my mini pity party. Time to face the music, I thought as I plastered a forced smile on my face. I opened the door and immediately was pulled into a hug by Jimin.

He spun me around, squeezing me tightly, “I missed you so fucking much, (y/n)!” My forced smile turned real as I felt his warmth around me.

“Stop hogging her, Jimin,” Taehyung said derisively as he stretched his arms out to me.

I wiggled out of Jimin’s hold and into Taehyung’s arms. He smelled like autumn – a heady mix of wood, spice and musk.

I noticed Jimin pouting over Taehyung’s shoulder and I couldn’t help but grin.

Reluctantly extracting myself from Taehyung’s hold, I was still smiling, “Thanks for coming over to help me. I’ve barely made a dent unpacking.”

“That’s what friends are for,” Jimin threw an arm around my shoulders – crushing both my neck and my feelings – while he and Taehyung shared a furtive glance, “Besides, we haven’t seen you for ages.”

“Right,” I mumbled and tried to shake it off the friend-zone comment, “Okay, well I think it’s best we start with the bedroom because I cannot sleep on an air mattress for a fourth night.”

A pregnant pause crackling with tension arose. My eyes darted between the boys who seemed to be having one of their infuriatingly cryptic telepathic conversations.

“You’ve been sleeping on an air mattress this whole time?”

Uh-oh. I knew Taehyung’s angry voice and he just used it.

“Yes…” I backed up as I noticed the boys had suddenly moved all up in my space.

“And you didn’t tell us because…”

Yup, there was Jimin’s angry voice. I was screwed. “Because I didn’t think it was a big deal?” I responded, confused as to why they were making such a fuss over a damn air mattress.

“Not a big deal,” Taehyung hissed and stalked off towards my bedroom, “I can’t do it, Jimin. Talk to her.”

I stared open-mouthed at Taehyung’s back as he exited the living room and made his way towards my room at the end of the hall. What the hell was going on here?

“What the hell is going on here?”

Jimin ignored my perfectly valid question, “You don’t think your health is a big deal? You shouldn’t be sleeping on an air mattress when there are perfectly good beds at me and Tae’s.”

“My health? It’s a fricking air mattress, not a pile of sticks, Jimin! Last time I checked, air mattresses were made for sleeping!”

He continued to ignore me, “You need to take care of yourself, (y/n).”

“You’re not my fucking father or boyfriend, Jimin. I don’t need a lecture.”

“Believe me, I know,” Jimin said darkly and turned away from me, heading in the direction Taehyung disappeared to. And I swore I heard him mutter, “Fuck a lecture, she needs a spanking.”

I stay rooted in my place against the wall and wondered what the actual fuck just happened.

Taehyung calling my name jolted me out of my reverie, “(y/n)? What’s this?”

“What’s what?” I asked, heading towards my room to see what he was asking about.

Oh god, what if he found my unopened stash of condoms?

My speed increased tenfold as I practically ran down the hall. Entering my room, I saw Taehyung staring down at a weird-looking mirror I hadn’t seen before.

“Where did you find that?” I question as Taehyung continues to look down at the mirror as if in a trance.

“Bro? You good?” Jimin asked as we exchanged a concerned look.

Taehyung slowly lifted his head up – his eyes closed; his mouth twisted into a smirk. “Never better,” his answering voice sent shivers down my spine. I opened my mouth to question his suddenly deepened tone when Taehyung opened his eyes.

Gone were the hazel eyes I loved so much and gone were any traces of light or reflection.

There was only darkness.

“Taehyung, what the fuck?” Jimin yelled and pulled me behind him.

“What?” Taehyung cocked his head slowly to the side, “What’s wrong?”

I gaped at Taehyung, “Your eyes…”

“…They’re black,” Jimin finished for me.

Tae’s answering grin was almost as alarming as his fucking black eyes as he peered into the strange mirror again, “Well, what do you know… they are.”

“Why aren’t you freaking the fuck out, Tae?” Jimin continued to shout at him as he moved to grab the mirror from him, “What the fuck is this shit?”

“Here,” Taehyung thrusted the mirror at Jimin, “Look.”

Jimin snatched the mirror from Taehyung and inspected the back of it. I looked over his shoulder, noticing the symbols etched upon its surface. They looked familiar.

Where had I seen them before?

As I wracked my brain, Jimin adjusted his grip on the mirror and its handle came into view. I was staring, completely horrified at its marking of an upside-down cross, when Jimin flipped over the mirror.

“No, don’t—!” My scared protest sounded too late, as I watched in terror as Jimin gazed into the mirror just like Taehyung had minutes before.

“Fucking dumbass,” I groaned. Clearly, the mirror had some kind of curse and Jimin had walked right into it.

Taehyung chuckled amusedly at my obvious distress and turned to his friend, “Feel that power, Jimin?”

Jimin glanced up at Taehyung with now-matching black eyes and leisurely rolled his neck, cracking it, “Oh, fuck yeah.”

My ‘fuck this shit’ meter hit level one million as both boys turned their heads to face me.

“Uh,” I backed up, “I’m gonna go… Feel free to show yourselves out.”

“Now, wait just a second, columba,” the foreign word flowed unnaturally easily from Jimin’s mouth.

Speaking yet another language? That was a big no from me, dog.

I took off.

“Come on, (y/n), don’t run from us,” Taehyung taunted as I ran out my door at full speed. Racing down the stairs and across the apartment lobby, I rushed outside. I could hear them calling my name behind me, “Columba, you know we’ll find you.”

Jimin’s teasing voice urged me to run faster. I knew they had to be fucking with me at this point. They worked out on the daily while I only worked out when hustling to meet my Postmates at the door.

I weaved between pedestrians and made the split-second decision to duck inside the local art museum.

Pushing through the doors, I quickly pivoted to the exhibit on the left – the sculpture hall. I careened to a halt behind a massive sculpture of Galileo and fought to catch my breath.

Had I actually lost them?

A spark of hope bloomed in my chest.

And subsequently died when I heard a whistled tune echoing from the exhibit entrance. Were they seriously harmonizing their whistles to “Jopping”?

Maybe they weren’t completely evil?

“Found you, columba,” Taehyung whispered in my ear – entirely too close for me. I opened my mouth to scream, but his palm covered my mouth, “Shh, this is an art museum, (y/n). It requires you to be quiet. And so do I.”

My eyebrows knitted together as I glared defiantly into his blackened eyes.

Fuck that noise.

Cursed or not, I didn’t take orders from assholes.

Taehyung noticed my thunderous expression and smiled hugely, “We love how feisty you are, columba. We want you to be our third.”

He looked at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes at his idiocy and stared at him pointedly.

“Oh,” Taehyung grinned sheepishly, removing his hand, “My bad.”

“Your bad,” I seethed, “Your fucking bad? Who the hell do you think you are?”

He opened his mouth to respond but I plowed ahead, “That was a rhetorical question, you buffoon. Now listen up: I don’t know what exactly is going on here, but I do know that I’m not vibing with the whole cursed black eyes and new language thing.”

“Ah, Tae, you found her,” Jimin chose the absolute wrong time to interrupt. As I level my glare towards him, he actually flinched back.

“Great,” I laugh, “You’re both here. Now can one of you press your last two working braincells together and give me an explanation?”

“We want you as our third,” Jimin said, as if that explained it all.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I don’t speak demon.”

The boys snickered. “Yeah, the mirror chose wisely,” Taehyung told Jimin.

“Hello?” I waved my hand in between their faces, “I’m right here, boys.”

They turned to face me together. “We know,” Jimin said, prowling towards me.

“Yes,” Taehyung agreed, cornering me in from the other side, “We definitely know.”

“To be our third means that you’d complete our triad,” Jimin trailed his hand down my cheek, “Me, you, and Taehyung.”

“We know how you feel about us, columba,” Taehyung murmured from my other side as my back pressed further into the foot of the sculpture behind us.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I entered full deflective mode, “We’re friends – at least we were. Jury’s out right now.”

“Friends don’t want to fuck each other, (y/n).”

I choked on air at Jimin’s comment.

“You really should clear your search history,” Taehyung whispered into my neck, before giving it a nip.

I felt the blood drain from my face, “Search history?”

“’What is polyamory?’” Jimin ticked off a finger.

Okay, I could explain that search as innocent curiosity.

“’How to approach a polyamorous relationship’,” Taehyung continued and held up a second finger.

Again, I could probably play the innocence card.

“And, my personal favorite, ‘Is it wrong to fuck two friends at the same time?’” Jimin victoriously waves three fingers in the air.

Fuck. I forgot about that one.

I wracked my brain for excuses and came up with nothing. My shoulders slumped, “What do you want me to say? That I love both of you? That it’s embarrassing to admit? That I’ve been terrified to tell you? Take your pick!”

The boys looked at each other briefly and then back at me. “We’ve loved you since the day we met,” Jimin leaned in to kiss my cheek.

Taehyung pressed his mouth to my other cheek, and I could feel his lips moving against it as he added, “It’s true. We’ve been wanting to share you in every way since then.”

I was speechless – both from their proximity and their words.

“Look at her, Jimin. She’s gone quiet. Columba… Our little dove…” Taehyung trailed off, moving his mouth over mine and kissing me.

My body felt like it was on fire. My lips parted in a gasp and Taehyung took advantage, his tongue sliding across my own with a such a sensual slowness that my back arched against the statue’s pedestal behind me.

His hands travelled down the sides of my neck and stay there, gripping my throat lightly in his fingers as he works his tongue against mine.

“Be our third,” Jimin’s whisper sounded from my left, but I couldn’t process anything with Taehyung’s hand on my neck and tongue in my mouth.

Suddenly, Taehyung’s pushed off of me and Jimin slid into his place. “Say yes,” he continued and pressed his lips to mine.

His kiss is completely different than Taehyung’s, fervent but precise. He kisses me like he had been doing so all his life and knew every inch of my body.

Then I felt Taehyung push me off of the statue that I had been using as a crutch and slide into its place behind me. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me back against him, kissing my neck as Jimin continued to dominate my mouth.

“Say yes,” Taehyung echoed Jimin’s earlier plea.

Jimin removed his mouth from mine and smirked at my immediate sound of disappointment.

“Is that a yes, (y/n)?” he asks, raising a brow, his black eyes boring into mine.

I couldn’t speak. Taehyung’s thumbs were tracing patterns on my hips. Jimin trailed a hand up my torso to lightly land on my throat, finding my pulse-point.

This was too much.

On one hand, I knew they were still the boys, deep down. On the other, I had no fucking idea what that mirror had done to them.

But, fuck it – they were still my boys.

“It's a yes,” I said and reveled in Jimin’s beaming grin.

“We’re going to make you so happy you said yes,” came Taehyung’s voice behind me.

“Now, just one more thing,” Jimin reached for something behind his back.

Before I could even comprehend, he had the mirror in front of me. Taehyung’s hands framed my head, forcing it still.

Did Jimin have that thing this whole time? What the fuck?

My eyes were glued to my reflection in the mirror – it was smiling.

I was not.

And then I watched as my eyes turned black.

columba – (Latin) dove

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sergeantjbuckybarnes · 5 years

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Poly!Tomdaya x F!Reader Headcanon # 3

read headcanon # 1 and # 2 here: 1 & 2

the start of something new:

it hits you like a train

like holy shit, I have a crush

not just on zendaya

but tom too ???

you are f r e a k i n g out

and it’s starting to scare you

so as any child of the internet would do

you went to our trusty friend google

so apparently the word your looking for is:

polyamory

which by definition is the practice of engaging in multiple sexual/romantic relationships with the consent of all the people involved.

you pull an allnighter trying to read everything you can find on it

from articles to youtube videos x

everything is confusing and its a whole mess

but one thing’s for sure

you are never going to tell either of them

like why would you ??

both tom and zendaya are high-class celebrities

and you are just a part-time intern

like their way out of your league

and besides,,,

there’s no way they would even be up for a polyamorous relationship

so you’ll take what you can get

even that means suffering in silence

meanwhile

tom and zendaya are both having either own personal crisis

because it’s becoming very apart that they both have feelings for you

like starting to fall hard type crushes

and neither one knows what to really do about it

it’s zendaya of course who finds the answer

in the form of a book she found online

it takes her three days to finish the book

but holy shit

it makes sense

she brings it up to tom over dinner one night

it’s a long conversation

but an important one

they decide to sleep on it and see what they feel about it in the morning

they’re crushing on you hard in the morning

like that was going to change overnight

they decide that they’ll start flirting at first

see if you like them too

test the waters per se

somehow you three manage to spend a day together when it's possible

going out for brunch

finding a bookstore

driving around hollywood in general

the day ends with dinner in your apartment/house

the whole day was spent with one of them having a hand on or near you

tom’s hand close to yours when you were sat at tables

zendaya’s hugs were just a tad bit longer than normal

all in they say it was a pretty good success

apart of you knows that they’re flirting with you

but yet you think they’re just being extra nice to you

video chats are longer and more intimate

text messages have more flirty emojis

heck, even the way they speak to you is different

poor you, bub is confused as heck

you wonder what it would be like if you did flirt back

nothing major

just maybe being your extra cute self

you start when you get see tom for a comic con

you were assigned to help him from panel to panel

you may have smiled a bit too much

or maybe stood too close to him

but oh boy Tommy boy is going crazy

he makes zendaya jealous when he tells her about it

she’s a pouty princess :(

she low-key wants you to flirt with her

but she ain’t mad at tom for getting the first move

it’s not for several weeks and many trips later when you two meet up

she has you over a mini girl’s get together

spa facials, trash magazines, junk food

the works

and so maybe you sit a little too close to her

laugh at her jokes

maybe even be bold and give her a wink during karaoke

(p.s you were totally singing curious d o n ‘ t l i e x )

you don’t think that anything will come out of the flirting

that is until,,,

you somehow get suck in london for a couple of days???

(that’s wack but whatever)

it’s a bad rainstorm that has ironically have you, tom and zendaya stuck in tom’s apartment while it passes

which will take at least a couple of days to pass

until then, ya stuck

high-key freaking out

like how are you going to stay sane around the two people you’ve been flirting with

it’s not easy oh boy

the first day was mostly calm

watching old school movies

being squished in the middle of them

falling asleep on their shoulders

soft hands brushing your hair out of your face

forehead kisses

you think you’re going crazy

the second day

you can tell that something’s different

the energy between you three is almost romantic

it’s stifling

tom and zendaya spend time behind closed doors with whispered voices

way too low to make anything out of it

at some point, you hear

“we should tell her, I can’t wait any longer”

you replayed it on loop in your head

on the third day, the storm had passed

which meant it was now safe for you to fly back out

when you come out from the bathroom

both tom and zendaya are sitting on the couch

both look sad as hell ngl

when you ask what’s wrong

they give each a look

they have you sit down next to them

it’s tom that explains that they’ve been flirting with you

its zendaya that explains that have feelings for you

you.exe has stopped working

like your brain must be short-circuiting

there’s no possible way that they would like you

no nope nada none

you look like your on the verge of crying

you get pulled into a hug

“it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, we just needed you to know”

you heart gets stuck in your throat

because, of course, you feel the same way

you’ve never felt like this before, even with past relationships

you whisper you like them too

“really”

two pair of arms pull you to them

like a sandwich

but the question on your mind

how’s this going to work ??

when you bring it up

you know that conversation has to happen before you leave

communication is important babes

you delay your flight

just so this can happen

still giddy over your confession

zendaya pulls out the book she’s been reading

and lets you look at it

you admit to searching about polyamory as well

it turns out that the conversation takes a few hours

placing boundaries, limits and making sure all three parties consent to it

in the end, you three lay in bed together

all just smushed up in there

but you’re the happiest you can be.

#tom holland x reader #zendaya x reader #tom x reader x zendaya #tomdaya x reader #poly imagines

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coshayphinelove · 7 years

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y e e t --> “When I ask you if you want to do something, you know it’s always okay to say no, right?”

I just Love Consent So Much

tw: sex mention ... they talk about sex a whole lot

Dorm AU

Prompt me!!

It had been a couple weeks since Delphine had bared her soul and brought forward her three-ring binder of polyamory print outs. The girl could research, that was for sure.

Shay and Cosima had talked it over for approximately three seconds before they agreed that Delphine would make an amazing addition to their relationship.

Despite being the initiator and mastermind behind it all, Delphine was very unsure of herself within the relationship. Maybe it was because being with girls was so new or maybe it was because being with two people was new or maybe a little of both. Whenever Shay tried to ask about it, Delphine deflected and said everything was fine.

But today was Cosima’s day with Delphine and Cosima did things differently.

The second the door was locked behind Delphine Cosima stretched onto her tippy toes and planted a sweet little kiss to Delphine’s lips.

She wrapped her arms around a giggling Delphine. “Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” Delphine whispered back and wrapped her arms around Cosima’s waist.

They kissed some more, having spent a majority of the week seeing each other in class and missing the feeling of each other’s lips. Cosima slowly started to pull Delphine towards her futon. They separated to sit.

Delphine laughed shyly when she bumped Cosima’s glasses when she pulled her back in. Their kisses turned from exploring and rediscovering to want and passion and holy shit Delphine was a good kisser.

Cosima shed her sweater to reveal her tank top with kittens on it and tossed it to the side. Delphine’s eyes slid open and she ran her fingertips over Cosima’s biceps. She bit her own bottom lip.

“You like those?” Cosima asked, her tone teasing but her stomach fluttered and goosebumps rose.

“Mhmm,” Delphine nodded, her curls bobbing.

Cosima replaced her hands on Delphine’s hips. “Well, good.” She’d been working out but didn’t feel the need to mention it right then. She leaned in for more kisses. Delphine bumped their noses before their lips pressed together again.

Things started to get hotter and heavier from there. Cosima pulled Delphine on top of her as she laid them down. It was intoxicating to feel how Delphine’s lungs would expand and contract, speeding up the more Cosima kissed her.

Cosima craved more.

She slowly moved her hands down Delphine’s back to fiddle with the hem of her shirt. She slid her hands up and under to feel the smooth skin of her back.

Delphine stiffened. She continued to kiss Cosima, but she was tense.

Cosima, being the person she was and not knowing why she was tense, asked, “Are you okay?” against her lips. Without missing a beat she was back to kissing after she was done asking.

Delphine pulled away for a moment. Her hair was a mess from the amount of times Cosima had run her hands through it. “Why do you ask?”

Cosima shrugged. “As soon as I put my hands in your shirt you got, like, I don’t know… I just wanted to make sure that what you got wasn’t uncomfortable, you know?”

“Not uncomfortable, no.” Delphine pressed their foreheads together.

“So can I leave my hands here?” she rubbed her thumbs over her spine.

Delphine nodded once.

Deciding to push her luck or get Delphine to open up a little, she asked, “Can I take your shirt off?”

Delphine hesitated.

Cosima pulled back to examine her reaction. Delphine just hid her face in Cosima’s neck. “When I ask you if you want to do something, you know it’s always okay to say no, right?”

Delphine nodded. She let her weight settle on top of Cosima, now that they weren’t heavily making out anymore.

“Then what’s wrong?”

Delphine sighed. “I don’t know. It’s weird.”

Cosima let her think for a moment before asking, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“You’re going to make me,” Delphine giggled.

“I would never make you do something you didn’t want to do,” Cosima said, dead serious.

“I know,” she propped herself up on her elbow and stroked Cosima’s face, “I’m just teasing.”

Cosima pressed a soft kiss to Delphine’s nose. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Delphine heaved a sigh and slid to the edge of the couch. Cosima shifted to her side and slid towards the back. They ended up facing each other, crammed onto a couch too small for two people. It was perfect.

“I guess,” she started and cut herself off. “Well, you know I’ve never been with a woman before.”

Cosima nodded.

“I really want to be with a woman. Well, two women actually.” She grinned to herself before continuing. “It’s kind of a big milestone,” she shrugged.

“What is?” Cosima had a feeling what it was but wanted to clarify.

“Sex. My first time,” Delphine’s cheeks flushed.

Cosima grinned. “It is. And you can choose whenever you want to go through that. We’ll wait for you to be ready,” Cosima reassured her.

Delphine scoffed out a laugh, “Oh, I’m ready. I just…” She buried her face in the cushion under her.

“What?” Cosima giggled, endeared by the adorableness of her girlfriend being awkward.

“Who do I do it with?”

“What?” Cosima asked genuinely confused.

Delphine covered her face. “I have two girlfriends, right? So who gets to be the one to… well… you know…”

“Deflower you?” Cosima teased.

Delphine rolled her eyes and tried to become one with the couch.

“I mean,” Cosima dragged her hands up Delphine’s back and earned a shudder, “We could both be there.”

Delphine shook her head vehemently.

“Why not?” Cosima asked, not accusing just merely wanting to know her reasoning.

“That’s too much pressure.”

“Pressure?”

“That’s not the right word…. Comment dit-on….” she searched for the word and came up empty. “What is the phrase when you are performing and you get scared because there are people watching you?”

“Stage fright?”

“Yes! Stage fright. I have that with just the thought of one person. Two is just too much.” She shrugged. “Ideally my first time with a woman would be by myself, but…. that wouldn’t be new, so…”

Cosima giggled. “You’re so cute.”

Delphine just turned redder.

“You know, this is new for us too. I’ve never had two girlfriends before. I’ve never had a three way before.”

Delphine made fleeting eye contact to ask, “Are you nervous too?”

Cosima raised a shoulder. “A little. I mean… I can have a very, I don’t know how to put this… Big personality in the bedroom. I don’t want to like, always be dictating everything, you know? I don’t want to overbear on your wants and needs.”

Delphine smirked. “That’s going to be interesting.”

“What?”

“I also have the big personality.”

Cosima giggled, “Oh, no.” She leaned forward and kissed her softly. “I guess we’ll just have to figure it out when we get there.”

“I guess.”

Remembering how this conversation got started, Cosima added, “And Shay is pretty chill. If you tell her what you told me,” she gestured wildly with her hands behind Delphine’s back, “She won’t really mind. I think, for me at least, I’m just happy to be with you. I don’t need to take your lady-virginity for sex to be amazing and beautiful with you.”

Delphine smiled. “I know, but… I just really don’t want to screw it up. I am the one who suggested this, after all.”

Cosima shook her head at her. “Just be you and always tell us if something is bothering you. You can’t mess it up that way.”

Delphine nodded. “Can we go back to kissing now?”

“Well,” Cosima drawled and pretended to think, “I guess we can.”

Delphine laughed and pounced, pressing kiss after kiss to Cosima’s face.

Yeah, they’d figure it out when they got there.

#dorm au #cinematiccss #delphine cormier #cosima niehaus #coshayphine #my fic #sex mention //

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