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ellecdc · 2 months

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part two of Mistake: poly!wolfstar x fem!reader

CW: angst, hurt and COMFORT read part one here

Remus felt like he’d just been slapped. In fact, he was sure that if he looked in a mirror, he would see a red welt in the shape of your hand across his cheek.

Lupin?

You haven’t called him that since...well since you started dating. As a matter of fact, he can’t remember the last time you referred to him in any way other than some sickly-sweet pet name that he pretended embarrassed him, but he secretly preened at.

I’ll see you around.

What the hell did that mean? What just happened?

He felt stuck...perhaps he should go after you? But you told him to go check on Sirius: make sure he’s okay for me, yeah? And he meant what he had said – the three of you would be back to normal in no time. They’d catch up with you tomorrow.

Remus tried to replay every interaction you had tonight. You had asked how their days were...he replied and asked how yours was. Should he have asked you first?

He should have asked you first.

You tried making conversation, but Remus was so hyper focused on Sirius’ mood – afraid that he’d do or say something out of pocket that would hurt your feelings – that each attempt sort of fell flat. Remus had been there before – he’s witnessed Sirius’ tendency to self-sabotage and ruin a good thing once he finally has it, and he didn’t want that to happen again. Not with you.

He knew what Sirius really needed was some quiet; a chance to ponder and lament angrily inside his own head without outside influence.

Maybe they should have cancelled – rescheduled your study date for another time. Clearly his effort to protect you from any negativity was in vain.

But it was just a bad day, a blip, a one-off. You would all get some good sleep tonight and reconvene tomorrow.

Right?

Maybe he should have followed you.

But by the time he could manage to pry his feet from the floor of the library that he felt cemented to, you were gone.

He would just have to talk it out with you tomorrow.

Remus entered his dorm to find Peter already asleep on his bed, James finishing the Transfiguration essay that was due tomorrow morning on his own bed, and both Remus and Sirius’ beds empty.

“Pads around?” Remus asked James quietly as he began to shuck off his uniform. The quiet tone was mostly for courtesy’s sake knowing Peter could sleep through a stampede of hippogriffs.

James peered at Remus from above his glasses before nodding his head towards the bathroom door.

Sure enough, Remus found Sirius leaning against the shower stall with his eyes closed as the water cascaded around his form.

“You almost done, love?” Remus asked gently. Sirius spooked slightly as he turned to look at Remus; his eyes were red and glossy...he had been crying.

“You didn’t stay with her?”

Remus fought the urge to grimace, to heave, to turn around and run. He opted to gently shake his head. “No, she... said she got most of what she needed to do done.”

Sirius seemed to consider that as he sighed. “Was she terribly upset? I didn’t...I didn’t mean to be an ass. I know James always says I’m quick to take it out on others – I tried really hard not to, honest. I swear it, Rem I-”

Remus began shaking his head as he moved towards Sirius. He could tell by the smell in the bathroom that Sirius had already washed his hair and there were no more suds on his body, so he turned the water off and handed Sirius a towel.

“You were fine, Sirius. She’s – she’s fine.” He lied.

He lied. He lied to Sirius. About you.

But how could he look Sirius in the eye right now – Sirius who was currently standing naked, soaking wet, nearly hyperventilating, not over his disgusting parents but because he was afraid that he may have upset you – and tell him that between the maybe seven minutes since Sirius had left the library and now, Remus had completely mucked it all up?

The answer was: he couldn’t. He couldn’t look Sirius in the eye and admit that he may have just sabotaged your relationship.

It’s going to be fine. He tried to tell himself. We’ll fix this all tomorrow.

You felt beyond childish, hiding in your dorm room like some toddler throwing a temper tantrum. But you had decided last night that what you really needed was space. Some breathing room. A chance to see this from a different lens. A different perspective.

And you couldn’t do that when your heart was breaking. And being around Remus and Sirius felt like that right now.

It felt heart breaking.

And perhaps that was your answer right there. If this was causing you heart ache, why were you doing it to yourself? To them? You didn’t deserve that, and neither did they.

But it wasn’t just this you were worried about. It was more than just this relationship – it was the friendship that preceded it. It was the meshing of you into their circle of friends. You were their friend long before you were ever their girlfriend. You wouldn’t just be losing Remus and Sirius: your boyfriend’s; you’d also be losing Remus and Sirius: your friend’s.

Maybe you should have thought about that before you said yes.

Suddenly, you were a little angry: they had asked you to be their girlfriend – not the other way around! Why would they put you through all of this for, what? For...

Was it really for nothing?

“Are you coming to breakfast?” Shelby asked you quietly from the door. You shifted your head on the pillow to make eye contact with her. “No, I’ve got some things to work on. I think I’ll hang out up here today.”

She seemed to consider you, eyes squinting and mouth pursing before she offered a curt nod. “I’ll bring something back for you then.”

You smiled gratefully at her. At least you knew if you did lose Remus and Sirius, you would still have friends who cared about you.

Sirius spent most of his life believing he’d never be worthy of nice things. He was raised by monsters which meant he was a product of monsters; he was basically a monster.

He knew that the Black Darkness was always simmering just below the surface. It was archetypal of Black’s to explode; to lace their words with venom and strike at their victim, always aiming for the jugular. It had been Sirius’ own M.O. for his whole life. He had nearly lost everyone who ever meant anything to him on account of it. He had almost lost Moony.

Which is why it was so important to him that you never end up the latest victim of his Black Darkness. He was so afraid of disappointing you, letting you down, making you feel unloved. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to live with himself if he slipped – if he said something or did something to make you hate him.

And it wasn’t just you he was worried about hurting; he knew if he hurt you, Remus would likely never forgive him.

Remus may have forgiven Sirius for his Darkness once; he didn’t want to risk trying for a second time. Sirius felt he’d hit his threshold for forgiveness – one more sin and he’d be on his own, surely.

So, he walked away. He tried to do it nicely – to excuse himself politely, assure you he’d be back in no time.

But he still left.

It was cowardly.

He needed to talk to you.

Which is why Sirius could be found that morning sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, knee bouncing frantically under the table and his body turned towards the entrance – waiting for you to make an appearance.

Except, you never came.

“Wait, Shelby just walked in without her. Where is she?” He asked despondently, turning towards Remus.

Remus watched as Shelby and a few of your other friends sat at their usual places without you. “Come on.” He said quickly as the two of them stood and made their way over.

“Hey Shelby. Do you know where Y/N is?” Remus asked quietly, hoping his guilt didn’t permeate his tone. Unfortunately, under Shelby’s scrutinizing glance, he was sure he had been found out.

“She’s in the dorm.” She said flatly, looking between the two boys.

Sirius exchanged a glance with Remus before continuing. “Erm, do you...do you know why?”

Shelby furrowed her brows “all she said was she had ‘some things to work on’ and that she’d be in the room today.”

Remus hissed under his breath and pulled Sirius aside.

“Pads, I’m sorry, but I think-”

“What is going on?” Sirius interrupted.

“Last night, I... I think Y/N was upset?”

“Upset? With me?” Sirius asked, shame worming its way through every cell in his body.

“I don’t know. I... I don’t think so. But she...she said she’d ‘see me around’ and then called me Lupin.”

All blood drained from Sirius’ face as he considered Remus’ words.

See him around...see him around!? What the hell did that mean? Did you not plan on seeing them again? Oh gods...you never planned on seeing them again.

“Rem...” Sirius breathed out, leaning against a pillar for support.

“I know, I don’t-”

“Good grief, what’s gotten into you two?” James commented as he walked into the Great Hall with Lily, who opted to carry on in her search for Regulus as James took in the state of his two friends.

“Well? What’s got you in such a twist?” He pressed when neither boy offered an explanation.

“It’s Y/N.” Remus admitted.

“She’s leaving us.” Sirius blurted.

“Okay, we don’t know that.” Remus conceded.

Sirius scoffed. “Well, she basically told you to go fuck yourself last night and now she’s avoiding us; what do you call that?”

“She didn’t tell me to go fuck myself!”

James groaned and rolled his eyes before grabbing Remus and Sirius’ shirts and dragging them over to the Slytherin table.

“That’s it. You guys need to talk to Regulus.” James muttered.

“Regulus?!” Sirius sputtered, looking at James incredulously. “I’m not asking my baby brother for relationship advice.”

“You’re not asking for relationship advice. You’re asking for his perspective on his own relationship.”

“Ew! That’s worse! I don’t want to hear about my baby brother’s relationship with my adoptive brother.”

“Oh for- you are going to listen to Regulus’ perspective on what it’s like being added to a polyamorous relationship last.” James pressed, tone implying no nonsense.

Sirius (unwillingly) and Remus (placidly) were dragged to the dark side (read: the Slytherin table) to be read their Miranda Rights have their asses handed to them by one Regulus Arcturus Black.

“Reg, dear. I’m begging, pleading, on my hands and knees: put the poor sods out of their misery.” James said as he bodily sat Remus and Sirius on the bench across from Regulus.

Lily snickered and poked her nose into Regulus’ cheek, causing the youngest Black to blush, though the rest of his face remained stoic as he sized Sirius and Remus up.

“What have the two of you done now?” He drawled. “I can’t help but notice one third – arguably the better third - of your little trio is missing.”

Sirius scoffed, though he didn’t argue – Regulus wasn’t wrong per se; he loved Moony, but you were indeed the best of the bunch.

James cleared his throat pointedly as he shot Remus and Sirius a look.

“Right, er” Remus started awkwardly. “We seem to have, uhm. I mean to say that-”

“Why does Y/N hate us?” Sirius spat, slapping a hand over his mouth immediately afterwards as if those words had fallen from his mouth without his consent.

“Y/N? As in your girlfriend, Y/N?” Regulus asked, moving his eyes between his brother and his brother’s boyfriend.

“Yes, as in our girlfriend.” Remus muttered.

“What did you say to offend her?” James asked unhelpfully.

“Do you think if we knew that, we’d be here right now?” Sirius spat back.

“No, I don’t think that.” Regulus answered for him. “What I think has probably happened is she’s feeling terribly insecure in your relationship and neither of you have done anything to help her.”

Well that shut Sirius up... Sirius noticed that Remus was pretty quiet too.

“Were...” Sirius asked, grimacing when he looked over at Lily and James knowing this was teetering slightly into the realm of things-he-doesn’t-really-want-to-know-about-his-brother’s-relationship-with-his-best-friend territory. But damnit, Sirius was as desperate man. And desperate times called for desperate measures. “Were you terribly insecure when you started dating...these two?” Sirius sneered the end of his sentence earning him a ‘hey!’ from Lily and a solid whack up the back of the head from James.

“Yes.” Regulus answered simply.

“Why?” Remus asked, looking desperately close to pulling out his notebook to take notes. Scratch that, Sirius watched as James swallowed a teasing remark when Remus actually pulled out a notebook to take notes.

“It’s hard coming after. There’s a part of your brain that convinces you that you are second best; that you’ve somehow come in second place. If that’s not bad enough, then you begin spending time with two people who already have history, already have a connection, and already have a rhythm that doesn’t leave much room to pull you into the mix. And if it does pull you into the mix, you end up feeling terribly guilty for disrupting that rhythm. It’s all quite difficult.”

Sirius’ mouth hung open at Regulus’ demure tone on what sounded like a really heartbreaking situation.

“Let me ask you this,” Regulus continued, unawares of Sirius’ inner dialogue (which consisted mostly of panicked ‘oh my gods oh my gods oh my gods oh my gods). “How has your relationship – between the two of you – changed since you added a third?”

Remus and Sirius exchanged a glance before looking back at Regulus. “Uhm...not, really?”

“Not much at all.” Remus admitted more clearly.

“I see...” Regulus said, narrowing his gaze. “And how much time have each of you spent with her individually without the other present?”

Regulus got his answer in the form of awkward silence.

“How did either of you expect your relationship to work if neither of you were willing to change the nature of yours in order to help it grow?” Regulus spat.

“Well...” Remus started, but his sentence died when he realized there was nothing to say.

“But...you stayed? Why?” Sirius asked his brother.

At this, Regulus’s face fell as he gave Sirius a sad smile. “Because of how we were raised, Sirius. I was so excited to be wanted, even for a moment, that I was willing to beg for scraps of whatever I could sink my claws into. She doesn’t strike me as that kind of girl.”

James and Lily looked forlorn as the latter placed her hand on Regulus’ shoulder consolingly.

“It didn’t hurt to have the walking definition of unconditional love and the smartest, most intuitive witch I know to notice any discontent on my part.” He admitted shyly, earning him a smack of a kiss on the cheek from James.

“Gross. You guys are sickening.” Sirius muttered petulantly.

“So?” Lily interrupted what was close to becoming a squabble between the two Black brothers. “What are you guys going to do?”

Remus sported a determined expression as he looked to Sirius. “We’re going to make it right.”

Shelby stood by her word and brought your breakfast. She also brought you lunch, and then dinner. But by the following morning, she was tired of playing the role of house elf.

“Alright, are you going to tell me why you’re avoiding Lupin and Black?” She asked plainly, plopping herself down uninvited onto your bed.

“Wha-? I’m ... I’m not avoiding them.” You lied poorly.

“Please; don’t spit on my muffin and call it frosting, Y/N. You’re obviously avoiding them.”

“I...ew?”

She groaned and fell onto her back in defeat. “Please, for all that is holy, tell me why they’ve been following me around like kicked puppies hoping I’ll take them to their master?”

You rolled your eyes and turned back to your book that you held open but had never been reading. “Yeah, I’m sure they’re real upset.” You muttered.

“That’s it.” She spat and plucked your book out of your hands, throwing it over her shoulder unceremoniously. You cringed to think about how Remus would feel seeing a book treated in such a way.

“I was reading that!”

“Don’t lie to me again.” She said, levelling you with a ‘no nonsense’ look. “Spill.”

You sighed deeply, looking toward the window to try and find the words you’d spent the last 24 hours trying to formulate. She never rushed you for your answer, giving you all the time you needed.

“I feel insignificant.” You admitted finally.

“And?”

You turned to face her, bemusement painting your features. “What do you mean, and?”

“And... have you spoken to them about it?”

You felt a little embarrassed to admit that no, you hadn’t.

“Why not?”

And that simple question seemed to set off all the emotions (mostly frustration) that simmered beneath your surface.

“Because Shelby. Because I don’t want to have to beg for love and affection. I don’t want to have to tell people how to love me; they should just already love me. I don’t want to feel like I’m intruding in someone else’s relationship. I don’t want to have to point out that I’m here and I’m hurting. It’s mortifying. I... I think I’m just done.”

Shelby nodded in understanding before she stood from your bed. “Then you need to finish this today. No more hiding in your room being angry by yourself, and no more letting them sniff around the castle like dejected little runts. Put all three of you out of your misery.”

It was your turn to nod as you too stood from your bed, ready to face possibly one of the most heartbreaking days of your life.

But Shelby was right; it was time.

The worst part was that Shelby had been telling the truth; Remus and Sirius did look like kicked puppies.

The second you had entered the Great Hall you heard a crash of knees against benches and cutlery clashing as Sirius clumsily tried to vacate his seat in record time to make it over to you.

“Y/N!” He called, as if you could have missed the racket he made just prior.

He looked gaunt – like he hadn’t eaten or slept enough (in the only less than 48 hours) since you’d seen him last. His eyes were red and a little swollen, like he’d been rubbing at them.

You immediately felt sick with guilt; if he really was struggling with things with his family, the last thing you wanted was to add to his stress. But Sirius was looking after himself, and Remus was looking after him too; someone needed to think about you. You had to look after yourself.

Remus didn’t look much better, approaching the two of you much more slowly, hardly making eye contact with you as if you’d lash out at any moment. You had to admit that it annoyed you a little bit.

“Hi Sirius.” You offered, voice grating over the sudden tightness. “Remus.”

Some of the tension seemed to leave Remus’ shoulders as he made an effort to make eye contact with you.

“Can we talk?” He asked timidly.

You knew what was coming, what was happening, what you yourself had come here planning to do.

But it broke your heart nonetheless.

“Sure.” You whispered, and exited the Great Hall without waiting to see if they were following you.

You walked into an empty classroom and leaned against one of the walls as Remus and Sirius closed the door behind them. They shared another look and stood opposite of you.

More secret conversations. You thought bitterly. And doesn’t this just paint a lovely picture; them versus you.

“Y/N. We, uhm...we’ve been talking, and we realized that...that maybe we haven’t gone about this the right way.” Sirius started, looking at Remus continuously as he addressed you.

We’ve made a terrible mistake.

“We didn’t take into account the ways in which our relationship would have to change in order to make the three of us work” Remus added.

We didn’t realize how much you’d take away from us, you heard

“We feel like we’ve been unfair to you, and... we’re really sorry.” Sirius concluded, looking like his heart had been ripped out of his rib cage. You supposed that would make sense, considering that’s how you currently felt yourself.

It probably hurt all the same to them – they’d be losing the friendships the three of you had created too; the friendship you had with Remus, the friendship you had with Sirius, and the fun the three of you had all together. But you still loved them, and the last thing you wanted to do was to interfere in their relationship.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault.” You admitted finally. “It was just a mistake.”

Remus’ head cocked to the side like a confused puppy whilst Sirius’ eyebrows furrowed. “Well...I, I’m not sure-” Remus started but was cut off by Sirius.

“Wait, Y/N, what exactly do you think the mistake was?”

You looked between the two of them as you lifted your shoulder. “I... I guess including me?” You stated as a question.

Sirius actually sputtered as Remus stepped towards you, stopping himself seemingly before he made to grab you.

“No! No, Dove. That’s not a mistake!” He insisted.

“Are you kidding? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us – no, no. This...wow, okay. Can we start from the beginning, please? Why do you think this was a mistake?” Sirius managed to (barely) get out.

You looked to the ceiling, eyes stinging at the reality of having to voice your hurt. “Because” your voice came out embarrassingly high. “Because it-it felt...better when we were friends. I didn’t feel...in the way. And it felt easier. Just - I didn’t mean to come in between you, and I never...” you cut yourself off, quickly moving into hyperventilating territory.

“But-”

“It’s not a mistake!” Sirius shouted, cutting Remus off. “This wasn’t a mistake! You weren’t a mistake. I... okay. I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, that’s true. But I don’t consider that a mistake. Not you, never you.”

“It was a surprise; a happy accident.” Remus added hopefully shy.

You felt drunk...dizzy...beyond confused. Weren’t they breaking up with you? Weren’t you supposed to be breaking up with them!?

“I think it was easier when we were friends because we weren’t putting so much pressure on ourselves to get this right.” Sirius explained.

Remus nodded and continued. “Sirius used to get so jealous if I got to hang out with you without him if he was at practice – took us a while to figure out that it was because he wished he was the one hanging out with you. When we started dating, I guess Sirius and I figured we’d just make sure to always hangout with you together so that neither of us felt left out. But we never even thought about how that must’ve been making you feel, dove. I’m so sorry.”

“Regulus read us our rights.” Sirius admitted abashedly. “He pointed out that the relationship between the three of us will only work if our relationships with each other are strong. And we didn’t make our individual relationships with you a priority – that was our mistake, Y/N. Not you.”

“Our mistake was believing you would just ‘catch up’ to where we are – which is years in the making – and also expecting you to somehow do that on your own. It was selfish and thoughtless.” Remus stressed

The things they were saying made sense and spoke to your very soul, but you couldn’t shake off this lingering feeling of dread.

“I... I should have said something... about how I was feeling.”

Sirius sighed, but it was Remus who spoke. “I think all of us could have done a better job communicating, that’s true. But we should have been more considerate. We asked you to join us, dove; we should have made that easy for you to do.”

“To think how much grief we’ve caused ourselves, when we could have just solved this all with a conversation.” Sirius mumbled dejectedly.

“We’re not too late, are we? To solve this?” Remus asked quietly. Sirius’ eyes looked like they were close to popping out of his skull as he stood and made for you, grabbing your hands pleadingly.

“Oh gods, Y/N. You... you were breaking up with us, weren’t you? You thought we were breaking up with you?” His voice sounded very close to a sob.

“Please...please dove I- I don’t know that we deserve it, but please give us a chance to make this right, to do this properly. Give us a chance to love you the way you deserve.” Remus begged, moving to stand in front of you with Sirius, though he controlled his urge to grab your hands.

You looked between the two boys; the two boys who you’ve been basically in love with for so long – the two boys who have proclaimed to feel the same way about you - and wondered to yourself again:

Have we made a terrible mistake?

Remus’ golden eyes shimmered with compassion and warmth, and Sirius burned fiercely in devotion and promises.

Had you made a mistake? Falling in love with them?

No.

Perhaps Remus was right. Perhaps this was a happy accident.

“Okay.” You whispered. Remus exhaled the breath he’d been holding while Sirius’ face morphed into a small, hopeful kind of smile – far shyer than you were used to seeing from the boy.

“Okay?” He asked, moving his hands up from your wrists to your shoulders.

“Yeah... I-I don’t want to lose you guys.” You admitted wetly, a tear betraying you as it fell down your cheek. Sirius was quick to catch it with his thumb.

“Never, dove. Not if I can help it.” Remus promised.

You believed him.

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ssprayberrythings · 5 months

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no more shots | MV1, LN4

female!reader x max verstappen or lando norris, up to the reader

pov: you’re good friends with the drivers on the grid and after a wild night of celebrating your birthday, you get to relive what happened through watching your stories on instagram. lets just say it was a birthday you’ll never forget.

warnings: alcohol consumption, talk of being intoxicated, reader is completely conscious, mention of kissing/making out, small amount of swearing, i think thats it

yourusername posted on their story

caption: birthday festivities in full bloom @yourbestfriend, @yoursister, @friend2

╰ lilymhe: girl i cant wait to celebrate tonight

╰ landonorris: hope youre ready for my fire dj skills

╰ yourbestfriend: girl the boys are gonna drool tonight ;)

╰ carmenmmundt: i hope you liked the flowers from george and i !!

landonorris posted on their story

caption: i went easy on her today cause its her birthday @yourusername

╰ yourusername: & i still lost..it was worth a try

yourusername posted on their story

caption: only here for free drinks 🏌🏼‍♀️

╰ lilymhe: i hope you still won

╰ yourusername: you know i didn’t but thank you for being optimistic

yourusername posted on their story

caption: i have the best sister in the whole world 🥹

╰ danielricciardo: max and i helped too..

╰ yourusername: thank you danny, i appreciate you

yourusername_private posted on their instagram

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my mood for today because im realizing how loved i am and its overwhelming

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yourbestfriend: bestie WE only want the best for you

yoursister: sis pull it together, you cant be crying once your makeups done

yourbestfriend posted on their story

caption: let the drinking begin @yourusername

╰ yourusername: ❤️

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its my birthday if you didn’t know 🍸

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maxverstappen1: happy birthday, tonights gonna be something 🤪

╰ yourusername: you already know it

lilymhe: no one else i want to celebrate more

╰ yourusername: i love you

landonorris: pretty sure the whole world knows

╰ yourusername: and is that a bad thing ?

╰ landonorris: not at all 😉

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caption: celebrating the sweetest soul 💗 @yourusername @yourbestfriend @yoursister @lilymhe

╰ yourusername: says you..but thank you lovely 🥰

danielricciardo posted on their story

caption: @yourusername first of many shots 😏

╰ yourusername: bring ‘em on 😏

yourusername_private posted a series of stories on instagram

caption: yes we did this

caption: my lovers @yourbestfriend @friend2

caption: the papaya boys showed up @landonorris @oscarpiastri

caption: the shots continue..

You posted the last story on your private instagram and then locked your phone. Sliding it into your back pocket, you looked around at your apartment where all your friends were scattered about.

You didn’t always love your birthday but ever since becoming friends with the f1 drivers and some of their girlfriends, you’ve adapted a new attitude towards the day as they make being alive more enjoyable and continue to show you how deeply they all care for you.

You turned to your left when you felt someone come stand beside you with their hand resting on the wall next to you, it was Lando “Hey birthday girl, what are you doing over here on the side” he asked looking at you

“Just taking it all in” you smiled at him answering his question. You were close with Lando, you had been right from the minute the two of you met. You both had similar personalities and when the two of you were together it really showed.

“Well let me know when you’re done doing that and we’ll go do another round of shots” he smirked knowing you were a shot type of girl and would almost always shoot back whatever liquid was in a shot glass given to you

“You know me so well” you told him in response before taking his hand and leading him to the table where the alcohol was.

yourusername posted on their story

caption: let the night commence

yoursister posted on their story

caption: tequila sodas in martini glasses >>> 😍

yourusername posted on their story

caption: hey look its @maxverstappen1

╰ maxverstappen1: where are you ? we ordered another round of shots

╰ yourusername: near the washrooms

Max read your reply to his question and then set out to find you. You had a bad habit of walking off when you had been drinking and most of the time it was with someone else but sometimes it was by yourself which was why Max was going to look for you now, not wanting anything to happen.

He found you sure enough by the red bull sign near the women’s washroom “Maxieee” you called out once you spotted him “you found me” you smiled at the man

“I sure did, thanks for not moving” he chuckled “Did you already use the washroom or are you waiting?” he asked, figuring that was the reason you were over here “I already went” you told him

“Alright, let's get back to the others then, I believe there’s a round of shots waiting for you” he told you, you smiled wider, you loved your shots.

As you started walking towards him, you slightly stumbled a bit as the floor was a bit uneven but luckily Max was there to make sure you didn’t fall and helped steady yourself. You didn’t even process that his hands were on you holding you in place to regain your balance.

You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol in your system or the feeling of his hands on you but you could feel yourself getting hot. “You good?” Max asked when you didn’t say anything at first

“Oh yeah, thanks, that would’ve been embarrassing if I had fallen” you joked, brushing off the feeling you experienced a few moments prior. Max still had his hands on you but once he realized, he retracted them and dropped them to his sides

“Don’t worry, there wont be any falling on my watch” he joked back, you just let out a small laugh and then the two of you made your way back to the others.

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You laughed as you snapped the photo of your sister and Daniel and posted it on your story. You had suspicions that they were seeing each other but neither had confirmed anything until tonight when you caught them making out.

“Hey lovebirds, we’re doing karaoke if you want to join” you said calling them taking them away from each other's lips “Go away” your sister said turning to you, glaring. You laughed and then walked back to the rest of your friends.

Tonight felt like it was never ending, you had done so many shots and had a couple cocktails. You were feeling great even if yes you were drunk and would probably wake up with a massive hangover, you were making memories with the people you cared most about.

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It was now close to 3am and you definitely needed to call it a night. Everyone was beyond drunk, the most sober was probably Oscar and George which made you feel at ease knowing if someone needed to be sober one of them could step up.

You were on the dance floor with Lando, the alcohol controlling your every move because sober you would’ve never danced that close to Lando or let him put his hands on your waist near your butt while your arms pulled him closer by placing them on his shoulders.

Sure Lando was an attractive man and you could understand the appeal but he was one of your best friends, you could never cross that line, could you? You had all these thoughts running through your brain but for some reason you kept dancing like this, until your best friend called your names and when you turned to her she had her phone out taking a quick picture of you two, similar to what you had done earlier with your sister and Daniel.

“We should probably get out of here” Lando suggested “Everyone’s pretty drunk, yourself included” he added as his hands remained on your waist. He was also just as drunk as you were and if he was being honest, he didn’t mind the closeness between the two of you.

“Yeah youre probably right” you agreed with him. Neither of you made any movement though just stared into each others eyes, caught up in the moment of how close your bodies were, it was as if neither of you knew whether to make a move or step away from one another.

“You’re really pretty” he told you. You weren’t sure how to respond, he was your best friend, this was the alcohol talking or was there something here that you had missed before now.

To Lando, he wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking but all he could think about in this moment was kissing you. With how close you were, it would be so easy to just lean in and join your lips but he wasn’t sure if that was something you wanted.

Neither of you were so caught up in your own thoughts about the other, you almost missed the phone vibrating in your pocket, it was Lily.

You quickly picked up, “Hey, everyone’s outside, I think some of us are going to find food and some are ordering ubers to go home. If you and Lando want to join or stay here, its up to you two” she told you “We’ll be right out” you told her before quickly hanging up

“Everyone’s either going home or getting food, we should go meet them” you passed the message onto Lando before taking a step back causing him to retract his hands. Neither of you said anything after that and he just simply nodded. From there you both made your way towards the exit to your friends.

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After the six of you had finished eating, it was time for you to go your separate ways. You were ordering an uber and out of everyone you were still the most drunk, even with the food in your system so someone had to take an uber with you to be sure you got home safely

“I live in that area, I’ll go with her” Max offered as everyone stood on the corner of the street outside the restaurant they were just in. You were sitting on the curb, just looking at your phone tracking the process of your uber.

“Okay” Alex said “Text one of us when you’re both home safely” Lily added then the two of them started making their way towards their hotel. They had sobered up and wanted to walk home seeing as the hotel wasn’t far. That just left you, Max, Charles and Pierre.

“Its 4 minutes away” you told Max looking up to him before looking back to your phone. “Do you want us to wait?” Charles asked as him and Pierre were going in the same direction and their uber had just arrived “No its fine, just text when youre home” Max said before the two drivers got in the uber leaving just you and Max.

“Are you cold?” Max asked when he noticed you were slightly shivering “No I’m fine, the uber will be here soon” you told him as you stood up. Max just chuckled and noticed the way you indistinctly wrapped your arms around yourself. He shook his jacket off and laid it on your shoulders.

“Thanks” you gave him a small smile, as you put the jacket on properly and instantly felt warmer. Within a few seconds your uber was here and Max was opening the door for you. “Oh why thank you” you joked to him earning a small nod from Max acting as a doorman and then closing the door before walking around the car to get in on the other side.

It wasn’t a long drive from where you had been to your place but in your drunken state, it felt longer. You hadn’t even noticed your eyes starting to droop or the way your head rested on Max’s shoulder, being engulfed by the warmth of his jacket.

By the time the uber pulled up to your place, you seemed to be sleeping. Max didn’t want to disturb you so he carefully got you out of the vehicle, holding you in his arms. He did a double take of the backseat making sure nothing was left behind before thanking the driver and making his way up to your front door. You slightly stirred slightly awake.

“Are you able to get your keys out?’ Max asked still carrying you but he could see you were sort of conscious “Yeah” you mumbled as you reached into your purse and pulled out your keys, turning slightly in Max’s arms to open your door.

Once you were inside, you rested your head back on his shoulder and nuzzled into his warmth. He gently shut the door with his foot before making his way to your bedroom to put you down.

He walked in, laying you peacefully on your bed “Will you stay?’ you asked ever so softly, Max almost didn’t hear your request. He couldn’t bare to say no so he gave you soft “sure” before going back into your living area and locking the front door.

From there he made his way to your kitchen, noticing the mess from the earlier party, he made a mental note to clean up a bit for you. Right now he was focused on getting you some water and making sure you were okay. He filled up a glass he found along with some pills to help with the headache he was sure you’d have in the morning.

When he walked back into your room, you had wrapped his jacket further around yourself and it was obvious you were knocked out. He admired how peaceful you looked before placing the water and pills on your side table and then carefully removed his jacket from you, replacing it with the fuzzy blanket that stayed at the foot of your bed. He also made sure to remove your shoes and plug your phone in before making his way back to the kitchen to clean up so that was one less thing you had to worry about tomorrow.

When you awoke in the morning, you felt your head pounding and your throat was dry. Lucky for you, Max had put just exactly what you needed on your side table, however you didn’t remember asking Max to stay so when you walked out to your living room, you were shocked to see the Red Bull driver, sleeping on the couch, one of your couch pillows under his head and a blanket draped over him.

You smiled to yourself at the sight of him sleeping so peacefully and quietly made your way to your kitchen, wanting to refill your water. You felt your heart stop when you noticed there was a garbage bag full of the dirty plates, cans, decorations, shot glasses, along with all the dirtied dishes, washed and drying in your drying rack.

There was only one person who could’ve done all of this and you could almost cry at the thought that Max took the time to do that even if he had been drunk himself and probably wanted to sleep. You refilled your water and walked back into your room, making a mental note to thank Max once he was awake.

You got back into bed and reached for your phone. You immediately went onto your socials and went through both your public and private instagrams seeing everything you had posted and the replies from everyone. You laughed, this was definitely a birthday you would never forget.

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daisynik7 · 1 year

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Business Trip

husband!Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.7k

Summary: Nanami hates going on business trips now that he has you in his life. Even with food and hotel expenses paid for by his company, it’s not enough to distract him from the fact that he misses you. The two of you have the perfect solution for this, which includes a vivid imagination and the help of a little, but mighty, toy. cw: sex-toy use (vibrator), phone sex, explicit sexual content, language, Nanami is a bit mean, dirty talk, use of pet-names (honey, sweetie, princess), reader is called whore and slut (endearing lol), just pure nasty smut. Author’s Notes: More husband!Nanami smut! I was inspired to write this because I just purchased my very first vibe two weeks ago and boy, is it something. Hope you like this filth! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thanks for reading! Divider credits to @/cafekitsune! Tagging the lovely @liliorsstuff-blog bc I love her and Nanami is her husband. 😉

Nanami has a hard time when he has to go out of town for a business trip. He never used to mind it before; in fact, he liked being sent away to a different city every once in a while, especially when the food and hotel expenses were paid for. However, ever since the two of you have been together, he dreads them because it means time away from you. And he hates being apart from you. Absolutely hates it. And to be honest, you hate it too.

This time, he’s sent to Osaka for a convention, staying at a swanky hotel covered by his company. He takes full advantage of this, ordering room service, indulging in a bottle or two of liquor from the mini bar. He even wraps himself in a fluffy robe after showering, sitting in bed with hair still wet at the tips. A single tap of his phone and he’s calling you, waiting a single ring for you to pick up. “Hi baby!” you answer, his mood instantly lifted at the sound of your cheery voice.

“How are you, princess?”

“Good. Just in our room now. How was your day?”

He spends the next several minutes recounting today’s festivities, including a funny story about him sneaking a second complimentary bento for lunch. You rant to him about your coworkers’ petty drama involving missing office supplies and stolen meals from the fridge. You both share what you ate for dinner, you complimenting the picture he sent earlier of the full spread ordered through room service. He sends you a quick snapshot of his current view of his hotel room, including his bare feet sticking out from under the robe.

“Your room is so nice. Look at your toes!” you laugh. “Are you going to sleep soon?”

“Not yet. Still waiting for my hair to dry.” He pauses, contemplating for a split second before asking, “Are you in bed now?”

“Yup, all snuggled under the covers.”

He smiles to himself, picturing you cocooned in the thick comforter the two of you share, curled to the right side of the bed where you usually sleep. “Do you miss me?”

“Of course I do. I miss you so much.”

Without thinking, he spreads his legs wider, getting more comfortable against the pillows. “I miss you too, princess. I wish I was there with you right now.”

“Me too.”

There’s a moment of silence, tension hanging heavy in the static noise between you. Nanami decides to stop beating around the bush. It’s obvious what you both want. You’ve been married long enough, together even longer, there’s no shame or secrets anymore. “Wish I could fuck you right now,” he confesses.

You moan through the speaker, thighs splayed, reaching towards your pussy. Tonight, you’re wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, his scent lingering on the fabric, making you feel safe and secure in his absence. You sink into the cushions, whispering a breathy, “Baby.”

“Tell me what you’re wearing right now.”

“Just your t-shirt and my underwear.”

“Oh yeah? One of your silky ones?”

You hum, confirming his suspicions as he loosens the knot of his robe, folding back the cotton to expose his hardening cock. “God, I bet you look so good right now.”

You giggle softly, lifting the hem of the shirt past your stomach, fingers brushing your skin delicately, imagining his instead.

His voice is low, thick with lust. “I want to hear you come. Can you do that for me?”

“Mm-hm,” you respond, slipping underneath the waistband, teasing your clit with the pad of your middle finger.

He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, already knowing what you’re doing. “Not with your fingers, honey. Use the vibrator, remember?”

A whine escapes your mouth while you reach for the drawer to retrieve the small toy, the one you bought recently to supplement nights alone like this. He was the first to test it out on you, though. Made sure it was good enough to satisfy your needs. The recent memory of him pressing the fluttering tip to your clit, pumping wet fingers in and out of your cunt, has you throbbing.

You push your panties past your knees, sliding them off completely at your ankles. With the blanket hastily stripped from your body, you spread your thighs wide, completely exposed from the waist down. A small bead of lube is just enough to get it slick. You rub the oiled tip up and down your pussy, finger on the button, anticipating the intense sensation.

“Don’t turn it on yet,” he demands. He wraps his hands around the base of his cock, slow strokes to start. “Tease it a little bit. Just like I do it.”

Your husband always likes to take his time with you, no matter how desperate and aching for him you are. And when you’re two hundred plus miles away from each other, you predict he’s going to draw this out as long as he possibly can, both for his pleasure and yours. Not that you’re complaining.

You play with your clit, tingling bud pulsing against the smooth exterior of the vibrator. He huffs, “Don’t hold back. I want you dripping onto to the sheets. Can you do that for me, honey?”

Another moan escapes your lips, envisioning the mess you’re about to make with his sultry voice guiding you through it. “I can’t do it alone,” you whine, finger right on the trigger, raring to go. “Help me, Kento.”

“I’m right here, princess. Don’t worry. Just listen to me, okay? Follow my every word.”

You nod, hypnotized by each syllable uttered from his lust laden lips, like an obedient slut. You’ve almost forgotten that you’re alone in bed, convinced he’s whispering filthy instructions directly in your ear beside you, watching you unravel with the dormant toy pressed to your pussy. “Can you turn it on now, honey?”

He’s gentle and affectionate in the beginning, hiding wicked desires behind endearing pet-names. Soon, he’ll start taunting you, tormenting you for being so fucking sensitive, so fucking needy. The two sides of him work together in perfect sync, angel and devil, both determined to make you lose yourself in the throes of passion. There’s nothing he loves more than seeing you, or in this case, hearing you, completely unhinged for him, and only him.

When you finally push the button, the low buzz playing in the background, he can’t help but increase the pace of his strokes. He pictures your thighs open wide, the shaking tip nestled between your delicate pussy lips, the vibrations stimulating your clit, radiating down to your pointed toes. Head thrown back into the pillows, cheeks hot, tongue sticking out in that adorable dumb expression you make whenever you’re being fucked. It won’t take long for you to climax, not when he’s on the phone guiding you as he jerks his twitching cock. Just the thought of your body spasming from exhilaration is enough to get him off.

“That’s it, right on your clit, honey. Does it feel good?” He knows it does, judging by how the only response he receives are your shameless moans. He chuckles, stroking himself faster. “I can’t understand you, honey. Does it feel good?” Still no reply, he growls, “Answer me.”

You choke on your spit, drool leaking from the sides of your lips. When you catch your breath, you let out a trembling, “Yes!”, resulting in another sinister laugh from him.

“Feels so good, you can’t even speak properly, can you? Too fucked out to even think, huh? Nasty slut.” His devilish side kicks in, hell-bent on hearing you orgasm, to have you coming so hard you spill onto the sheets. “I married such a whore, didn’t I? That’s what you are, a fucking whore. You’re so fucking slutty for me, I love it.”

You’re a whimpering mess now, the vibe sending you into a spiral, clit aching from the relentless tremors. There’s not a coherent thought in your brain; you’re incapable of admitting to him that you’re close. You let him figure it out when you cry out, “Fuck!”, legs quivering and stomach tight from the intense high.

“Give me your fucking orgasm, baby. Let me fucking hear it,” he spits out, sweat forming on his forehead. He’s since stripped his robe off entirely, laying on top of It while he masturbates to the sounds of his precious slut doing exactly what he wants her to do. What he needs her to do.

When you’re finished, you slide the toy lower so that it’s not directly on your sensitive bud. The fluttering tip starts making soft splashing noises at your arousal, indicating just how fucking wet you are. You place the phone right on your abdomen, hoping he can hear the lewd squelches from your pussy. For the first time since you began, you’re able to formulate a proper sentence, body relaxed into the mattress. “Can you hear it, baby? Can you hear how wet I am for you?”

He definitely can. “Ah, fuck,” he swears, fisting his shaft faster. His hand is not enough; it never is. But he lets his imagination do the rest for him. He knows how fucking juicy his pretty wife’s pussy is. Your perfect, luscious pussy lips puffy from overstimulation, covered in sticky sweet cum. He’d do anything for a taste of it right now, to run his tongue along your glistening folds, gather your slick and swallow it to quench his thirst. Dip his finger inside that gushy entrance only to stick it into his mouth, slurping every last drop. He admires the mental image before flicking his wrist with fervor, pumping his cock until he shoots his load onto his stomach.

The two of you stay quiet for a moment, the static noise and muted buzzing from the phone settling in the silence. Nanami looks down, inspecting the wreckage splattered across his abs, leaking down his side and onto the robe beneath. He runs his fingers through his hair, forehead tacky with perspiration, exhaling with a satisfied smile before calling out, “Honey? Are you still there?”

It's only now that he remembers that the low hum is from the vibrator, still buzzing against your supple skin. Reserved moans growing louder as you circle the toy back to your needy clit, ready for another round.

Nanami smirks to himself, holding the phone closer to his ear, rock hard again. It’s going to be a long, fulfilling night.

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ramblingoak · 5 months

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Naps With Copia

Chapter Two: A Nap in the Library

Other Naps: 1 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

For @deathmimedream 💙

Cardinal Copia x GN Reader

These are all stand alone chapters so you do not have to read one before the other! This series came from my post about wanting to nap with Copia all around the abbey. The stories will all have gender neutral readers and soft Copia naps.

Warnings: fluffy nap time in the library, sfw, 440 words

“Careful Cardinal, they’ll kick you out if they catch you drooling on the books.”

“Eh? Wh–cazzo.” Copia woke up with a start, quickly looking around the library before turning to you with narrowed eyes. “I wasn’t sleeping.”

“Sure, sure.” You dropped down next to him on the plush couch and reached over for the book in his lap. “What are we reading tonight?”

“Ah, a classic. 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea.”

“Oh nice, I was in the mood for a good adventure.”

Copia wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you settled against him. He sighed when you took part of the blanket but when you glanced at him all he gave you was a wink, humoring you like always.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, grazie Cardinal.” He snorted, giving your shoulder a squeeze before rubbing a gloved hand over the cover of the book. You caught him staring into the fireplace, the flames dancing across his face as you reached up to hold the hand on your shoulder. “Everything ok?”

“Oh, sÌ. Sì." He looked back at you while he tapped the cover of the book. “Primo used to read this to me when I was a child.”

“Really?”

Copia nodded, grinning at whatever memory had popped into his head.

“And Terzo would read The Hobbit. They both were very good at doing all the voices.”

“What about Secondo?” You opened the book up, turning to the beginning. “Did he read anything to you?”

“Pride and Prejudice.”

“Really?”

“He was also good at doing the voices.” You laughed, shaking your head at the brothers’ antics. “Well how about I take a turn?”

“Hmm?”

“You settle back and let me read this to you.” When he didn’t answer you turned to look at him. Copia looked tired, another long week of Ministry work wearing on him. You felt lucky he still agreed to meet you for your little book club you had started months ago. Hopefully this would be a good opportunity for him to relax. “What do you think?”

“Will you do the voices?”

“I can’t promise I’ll be as good as Primo but I will do my best.”

The fond smile he gave you was one you would be tucking into your memory. There was trust there too, something you had found in him as well. Copia’s body relaxed as he rested his head against the back of the couch and you were barely past the first chapter before his breathing had deepened. The soft sounds of his snores were as comforting as the fire was and you continued to read to your Cardinal as he got some well deserved rest.

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musings-of-a-rose · 6 months

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“Don’t look at me, I thought we were going for tacos.”

Taco Tuesday

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 630+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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Notes: So @theewokingdead originally gave me this idea for Tommy, but it fits for Benny as well. And then I got this one sentence fic starter and instantly knew what to write!

“You text Tommy to prepare for taco Tuesday. You later show up to his house with tacos, and when you walk in you find him naked and realize he thought taco Tuesday meant something else entirely.”

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Dating Benny was always a blast. He has so much energy that he pours into everything he does, whether it’s his MMA fighting or going to the movies. He always gets super into whatever we’re doing and it just makes my life so much brighter. Don’t get me wrong, he has his moments where he’s not quite himself, his past consuming him. But he’s been working through it with the help of his best friends, myself, and a great therapist.

It’s Tuesday and it’s been a long day. I walk inside my apartment, kicking off my shoes and leaving them on the mat near the door, heading into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I’m drinking, my phone pings, so I fish it out of my purse. Benny’s picture, one of us together at the State Fair with turkey legs the size of our heads, fills my screen and instantly my mood lifts.

BENNYKINS: How’s my most beautiful girl?

Me: Most beautiful? Is there more than one of us?

BENNYKINS: yup. The one of you that goes in public and the one that does freaky shit in bed 🥵😘😈

Me: you bring out the freak in me what can I say?

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BENNYKINS: good to know 😉

Me: you free tonight?

BENNYKINS: you asking me out?

Me: always. I was thinking it’s Tuesday so taco night at your place?

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BENNYKINS: sounds perfect

Me: great! I’ll bring supplies

BENNYKINS: I bet you will 😉

I stop at the store on my way to Benny’s, gathering up the stuff we’d need to make tacos. Quickly making my way through the store, I’m grateful that there was no line at checkout. The quicker I can get to Benny the better. I really miss just being around him.

I pull up to his house, parking behind his Jeep. A quick glance in the mirror to make sure I look ok, not that it matters to Benny in the slightest, and I grab the bag of food, heading up to the front door. I shift the bag and knock, hearing him yell “Come in!” from somewhere in the house. I open the door and close it behind me, sliding the lock into place and kicking off my shoes before I head into the kitchen, setting the bag down on the counter.

“Benny?”

“In here!”

I head down the hall, gently pushing open the door to his bedroom where I’d heard his voice coming from. My breath catches in my throat and I freeze - Benny was on his bed, completely naked, laying sideways with a giant grin on his face.

“Hey pretty lady!”

“I..wh…what are you doing?” I can’t help the smile creeping across my face, but I still haven’t moved, unsure of what to do.

Benny cocks his eyebrow up. “It’s taco Tuesday.”

“Yeah. I have the food on the counter, but what?” I gesture towards him.

His smile falters just a little. “You said you were bringing your taco.”

A laugh erupts from the back of my throat, my head falling back with the weight of it as I realize what he’s thinking. “I said I’ll brings tacosss. Not just my taco!”

“Oh.” He shakes his head, momentarily caught off guard before the smile returns and he jumps up, his whole uh body bouncing with the motion as he bounds over to me, cupping my face with both hands and placing a soft kiss to my lips.

“You brought your taco, and I have the sour cream.” How he says this with sincerity and a straight face, I’ll never know.

“How does that turn me on?”

He smiles, his eyes studying my face as he dusts his nose across mine. “Because you love me. Now come on - let me stuff your taco.”

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nanagoswife · 2 years

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Best Friends are Double the Trouble

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Nanami x reader x Gojo

Summary: When your two soon-to-be-married friends I produce you to two of their friends, you find yourself drawn to them despite how much you didn't want to.

W/C: 5.7k

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, breast play, praise kink, semi-public (they're in an office), biting, threesome (but not much happens. That's the next part😉), probably ooc Geto

A/N: Welcome to my fantasy

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“You really need to meet them!” your friend, Akane, says excitedly as she leans on your desk beside you. “Suguru has known them for ages and I think the three of you would hit it off.”

You glare at your friend for a moment before turning back to your computer. “If you’re implying what I think-“

“No, that’s not what I’m talking about. For once.”

That makes you give her another glare, unbelieving of her actual intentions. Akane has been trying to set you up with men left, right and centre. To your dismay, most of them have been friends with her boyfriend, Geto Suguru. It’s not that he doesn’t keep good company, it’s just that you don’t want to get tangled up with a friend of his that could affect their friendship in the future.

“Seriously!” your friend calls out in a defensive tone, “They really are nice. Plus, you should get to know them. You know, since you’re my best friend and they’re my boyfriend’s best friends. One way or another you’ll cross paths with them.”

There’s a devilish grin that spreads across her lips, causing her deep brown eyes to crinkle in a way that kind of scares you. Only because it means she already had something planned with or without a positive answer from you.

You sigh, pushing your chair back and meeting her eyes. “Let me guess. They’ll be at the dinner party tonight.”

“No escaping this time,” she says along with a maniacal laugh, eliciting an eye roll from you. “Come on! I won’t force you to spend the whole evening talking. You can spend the time talking with me but only if you at least let me introduce you to them.”

Another sigh from you, your shoulders sagging as you give in. “Fine. Only because you want me to.”

You ignore her mini celebration as you turn back to your work. However, you know that you won’t be able to pry yourself away from her tonight either. Especially since you know the exact reason why Geto planned this whole dinner get together. So, one way or another, you’re going to have to acquaint yourself with Geto’s two best friends and you’ll be able to keep Akane from setting you up with either of them.

“Now, I’ll be back here to get you. You better be done your work by the time I get here,” your friend says with an accusatory finger point.

“Yes, Akane-sama.”

She scoffs before pushing off of your desk and walking to your office door. “Five o’clock! You better be ready.”

You roll your eyes with a humorous shake of your head. If this is how she is just during the work day, you have no idea just how much worse she’ll be this evening. Either way, you’re glad to see her in such a good mood.

“How are you feeling, Geto-kun?” you ask while you playfully nudge his ribs with your elbow. It causes him to chuckle lightly as he wraps an arm around you.

“Just nervous I might say the wrong thing. Other than that, I’m excited. Thanks for coming to help set up as well.”

You give him a smile, wrapping your own arm around his back to tug him into your side. “I’m sure everything will go great. She loves you and she’ll be more than happy no matter what you say.”

Geto smiles at you gratefully. The two of you have been friends since before he met Akane. However, you did know Akane for longer. It was due to you having a party that your two close friends met and immediately hit it off. You had the honour of watching their friendship bloom into love and now to this night. Today, Geto was going to propose. Hence the reason why this get together was happening. Your friend wanted all of your close friends to bear witness and you couldn’t be more happy for the pair.

“You’re right. Man, I’m glad Satoru isn’t here. He’d be endlessly teasing me about all of this.”

You chuckle. “What about the other one? Nanami was it?”

“Let me guess, you know their names because Akane wants to set you up with one of them.”

“It’s good to know you know Akane so well. I don’t think you’d have my blessing otherwise,” you joke as you move to set the plates and glasses on the table.

For a moment, Geto is silent. When you look over at him in confusion, you see a familiar expression take over his features. One you’re all too familiar with and the only thing that pains you that both of your friends share. It’s a conniving sort of look, one that has you rolling your eyes just like you did earlier with Akane.

“No. Not you too! Suguru, you were supposed to be the one to help me here!”

“I’m sorry,” he starts with a laugh, “but they’re good guys. Gojo I might warn against but Nanami…” He waggles his eyebrows at you.

You scoff, turning away from him to finish setting up the table. The doorbell saves you from hearing anything more but a sense of dread fills you. You wish you could say your friends are all bark and no bite but both of them have just as much bite as they do bark. So, you have to mentally prepare yourself for what they both will probably do tonight. You’re ready for them to throw out subtle lines and try and encourage you to talk to these two men rather than to your friends.

So, you pretend to busy yourself as Geto goes to answer the door.

“Wow! Your house is warm this time!” you hear immediately once the door opens.

Geto chuckles as you hear another more deeper and monotone voice mutter out, “Their heater being broken wasn’t their fault, Gojo-san.”

It was amusing to listen to the way the one man teased the other that sounded as if he would rather be anywhere that wasn’t with the other. The three voices grew closer to where you were as you were finishing up with setting the table. You didn’t allow yourself to look up until you put the last of the cutlery down. It didn’t matter that you knew they had entered into the room you were in. You had a job to do and you didn’t want to be thrown into the inevitable right away.

When you do look up, you’re taken aback when you see all three men looking at you already. Not only that, but how the two new men simply look.

Both of them are extremely good looking. One a bit taller than the other both dressed in suits. The blonde is more put together; his tie done up and hair well kept. Meanwhile the taller, white-haired man with striking blue eyes has the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone. However, you can tell that both of them are very well built with the way their suits are tailored. They showcase each and every muscle without straining the material.

They’re both so different. One exudes a more casual demeanour while the other seems more professional even in the presence of friends. The taller man has a teasing aura that only grows with the way he smirks. Meanwhile the other seems almost bored but there’s a small flicker of amusement in his chestnut eyes.

You hate to admit it, but maybe Geto and Akane were on to something.

“Gojo-san, Nanami-san, this is Y/N-san. She’s the one that works with Akane.”

You give them a small bow. “It’s good to finally meet you. Geto-kun and Akane have said a lot of good things about you.”

“The same to you,” Nanami says as he also bows. “My name is Nanami Kento. I work as a salaryman in the same company as you.”

“Really? I’m surprised we haven’t met, then.”

Nanami straightens. “I wouldn’t imagine you would have. From what I heard from Akane-san, you’re in the planning department so there’s not much that requires either of us to interact.”

You nod a bit, humming in agreement as you think about it. “That’s true. I guess I do have a representative assigned to me to go over sales figures and everything.”

“Bleh, that’s boring stuff, Nanamin. Why talk about work in a setting like this?” Gojo says boredly as he leans against the wall. “Especially when-“

“Satoru,” Geto warns. Just in time too as your friend comes into the room.

“Oh, you two are here! Did I miss anything good?” your friend chirps happily. She comes over and wraps an arm around your shoulders and you brace yourself for what she’s about to say. “What do you guys think of my friend here? She may technically be my boss but she’s been my best friend since middle school.” Then she leans forward, bringing a hand to lazily block her mouth as she poorly whispers, “And she’s single.”

“Seriously?” you say, exasperated as you roll your eyes. You ignore the way Geto laughs, trying not to focus on the way Nanami and Gojo throw amused looks your way.

“What? It’s true!” your friend defends.

Geto makes his way over to the two of you. “Alright, baby. I think we should leave her alone for once.”

Despite what he says, Geto winks and destroys any hope you had. You know it’s only going to be a temporary relief and it will only get worse. It doesn’t matter that Geto and Akane leave the room to check on the food. It’s only another setup as you’re now left alone in the room with the two men. You’re extremely embarrassed, cheeks heated as you avoid their gazes.

To avoid any awkwardness, you decide to change the topic immediately. “So, Gojo-san, what do you do? For work?”

A cheeky smirk spreads his lips as he pushes off of the wall. “Trying to change the topic, huh? Embarrassed?”

“Gojo-san, leave her alone. Considering she could fire you in a heartbeat, I wouldn't talk to her that way,” Nanami chimes in.

“Fire you? Are you saying we all work in the same company?”

Both Nanami and Gojo look over at you. You find your cheeks heating once again under the weight of their gazes. These two men, who you find both attractive and have so far been keeping certain… thoughts from taking over your thoughts, are making you nervous. Not because you’re intimidated or feel like you’re in danger but you do feel like some sort of prey. Both have a certain glint in their eyes that you can’t quite pinpoint. However, you think you can take a guess.

“We do,” Nanami chimes back in, making his way past you to sit on the couch. You follow him, sitting on the chair you know is Geto’s, and pretend to not watch the way he crosses his legs and throws an arm over the back of the sofa. “In a way, you and I are in the same position in our respective departments. Gojo-san is the son of the company’s founder and is in a lower position but has a lot of sway in the company.”

“Come on, Nanamin,” Gojo whines as he plops himself down beside the blonde, “you make it sound like I’m a spoiled brat.”

“That’s because you are,” Nanami retorts and you can’t help but giggle at it all.

Both men turn their attention to you and that weight from their glances is once again working to heat your cheeks back up. “S-sorry. Ignore me.”

To your dismay, both Nanami and Gojo show they have no intentions of doing that. Gojo leans forward, leaning his elbows against his knees, a smug smirk adorning his features. Meanwhile, Nanami uncrosses his legs while his own smirk spreads his lips. The two of them combined, looking the way they do, makes your throat go dry and your heart pound against your chest. It also makes the thoughts you were so desperately trying to keep at bay come crashing to the forefront of your mind. Still, you try to not think about it too much no matter how heated your cheeks are getting.

“No, I don’t think we will,” Gojo says smugly as he shamelessly eyes you up and down.

When you look at Nanami, you find that he’s doing the same. However, he has the most sense of the two and sees how you’re reacting. “Gojo-san, I do believe this isn’t the night to get distracted. We have a purpose here.”

You find yourself letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. However, you still aren’t able to fully relax. Not when you see how neither of them are taking their eyes off of you.

“Satoru! Can you come help with something,” you hear Geto call from the kitchen.

Gojo hesitates for a moment, looking at you once more before getting up. “I’m looking forward to tonight,” he says cheekily, adjusting his coat before walking away.

Looking over at Nanami, he sighs, crossing his legs once again. “I apologize. He’s a little too forward when he wants something.”

If you were drinking water, you would’ve choked on it. This man is saying this as if Gojo was the only one being forward. Sure, he was the only one speaking, but Nanami’s actions said enough. Especially since that was the first time you had seen him smile since they had arrived.

Then, “However, I’m a little more laid back about it.” Nanami stands, making his way over to you as he reaches into the inside pocket of his suit and pulls out a business card. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to have coffee or even dinner with you.”

“W-we’ve hardly spoken-”

“Akane-san does enough talking that it makes you know another individual without having ever met them. Don’t you agree?”

You give him a small nod, slowly taking the card from his fingers, accidentally grazing your fingers with his. When you do, a smirk curls the corners of his lips. Then, he manages to catch your hand in his in as good of a handshake as possible with the card still in your hand.

Before you can say anything, the warmth of his large hand disappears as he goes to the kitchen where the others. It leaves you a heated, breathless and heart pounding mess as you watch him leave. The combination of how his hand felt against yours and how the tone of his voice seemed to drop along with the look in those chestnut eyes broke the last of your mind’s restraint.

Now, all you can think of is hearing that same tone along with imagining how his large hands would run up your thighs as he leans over you. You imagine how his defined chest and back would feel as you run your fingers over his skin. You imagine how his thick fingers would work you open, playing with you until he makes you cum on his hand. Not only that, but you find thoughts of Gojo creeping in as well. You can’t pretend that you didn’t stare at how big his hands were as well. That along with the way he sat. It had you heating up by just simply thinking of how he would stretch you out. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a man who greatly enjoyed receiving head. And you wouldn’t be opposed to being the one to do that.

“Y/N?”

You’re startled from your thoughts when Akane calls out your name. Heat rushes to your cheeks more than it already had when you realize what train of thought you had just been on. You’ve only just met these men, you knew nothing about them. However, they seem to know lots about you and you’re already thinking about sleeping with not only one of them, but both. The worst part is that they seem like they’d partner up for something like this.

“Are you alright?” Akane asks, now kneeling beside your chair as she brings the back of her hand to your face. “Have you caught a fever?”

You shake your head. “N-no no. I think I just need a splash of water to my face is all.” You stand from your seat. “I’ll join you after. No need to worry.” With that, you quickly leave the room and you don’t stop until you lock the bathroom door.

This was going to be a long night.

That night was now three months ago. Thankfully, Nanami and Gojo were both, well, better behaved you guess you could say. Geto proposed and you all celebrated. It probably helped that Akane was glued to you the rest of the night, showing off her ring, so it kept Gojo’s and Nanami’s advances at bay.

Since then, you have gone to that coffee and dinner that Nanami offered. With Gojo as well. More than once for each option. You wished you could’ve said Akane was wrong about these two, but you really did all hit it off. Plus, it’s been genuine getting to know one another each time. Sure there were the usual hints but the way they came onto you that first night never reappeared. Maybe it was because they saw how you and Akane were that night that made something click in them.

Since that night, they’ve also both visited your office often. Nanami actually reassigned your financial representative to be himself. So, he visited for both work and non-work related reasons. When it wasn’t for work, he would often make himself comfortable in the chairs in front of your desk and idly chat with you. Most of the time it was towards the end of the day so he’d wait until you were done. Gojo usually joins in near the end.

For Gojo, he had a lot more free reign. With having both less responsibilities and more leeway due to his personal ties he can pop in whenever he really wants. Usually it’s to tease you about how you’re actually working but you subtly learn new things about him at the same time. He likes to annoy you until you finally look away from your work and meet his teasing gaze instead. With Gojo, he usually sprawls his long limbs over the loveseat in the corner of your office that you keep for certain meetings that require a more casual approach. You can’t count the amount of times you’ve caught him dozing off in, what must be, an uncomfortable position.

If you were being honest, moments like that, especially when you have both of them waiting for you to finish up your work, are the moments you look forward to every day. The times Akane has come to visit as well are always entertaining ones. Especially when it seems like she regrets coming to visit when both of them are there. It’s a type of chaos that you’ve come to love and enjoy.

Those thoughts are wiped from your mind as you hear something from your office’s doorway.

“Knock knock,” Gojo says teasingly when you see him leaning against the doorframe.

A smile spreads to your lips. “Come on in. I was just finishing up.”

“Actually finishing on time for once?” Gojo teases as he takes his usual place on your loveseat.

You roll your eyes with a chuckle. “Yes. You know, you wouldn’t be making fun of me as much if you were in a similar position.”

“Meh. I’d rather be stuck where I am. Plus, training people isn’t that bad. At least we know they’ll be good at their job.”

A laugh escapes you as you go back to writing the email you were just about finished. “Please tell me you remembered that we’re going to Suguru’s and Akane’s tonight.”

Being the drama king he is, he sighs dramatically while he throws his arms out to the side. “Trust me, Nanamin hasn’t let me forget. I swear the man’s made it his life mission to make sure I wouldn’t.”

“You’re saying you would have remembered if he didn’t hound you?”

Gojo looks away from you, staring at the ceiling as he crosses his arms over his chest. “No comment,” he grumbles out as he pouts.

You laugh again before grabbing your phone to take a picture. There’s no hesitation as you send it to Nanami along with a message saying, “Gojo being all pouty when he learns the hard truth.” It isn’t long before Nanami is replying with an, “About damn time,” that makes you have to suppress a laugh.

Then you quickly send back, “It’s kinda cute, though.”

“You’re cuter,” Nanami replies. You’re glad he isn’t in the room so you can hide the way your cheeks heat up. Unfortunately, Gojo is and you can’t hide from him like you can from Nanami.

And he’s been watching the whole thing.

“Let me guess, Nanamin?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you tease.

Gojo smirks, getting up to close the door before he makes his way over to you. “Oh, I’m sure you do,” he purrs as he kneels beside your chair. One of his hands finds a place on your bare ankle, gently tracing patterns over the skin and causing a chill to run down your spine.

His hand begins to travel higher as he guides your chair to turn towards him. He places a kiss to your knee as both hands cup your calves, grazing up and down. The action causes goosebumps to rise on your skin while heat begins to pool in your lower stomach.

You’ve never grown past the way Gojo and Nanami make you feel in certain moments, how you imagine both of them when you need to bring yourself to your own release. However, you’ve never truly experienced it. Not until now as Gojo’s hands trail upwards until they’re pushing past the hem of your skirt to squeeze your thighs.

“G-Gojo,” you breathe out, breaths heavy as your heart pounds against your chest, “what if someone walks in?”

Gojo looks up at you with a devilish smirk. “Don’t worry. The only one who will be doing that is Nanamin,” he coos. “I messaged him while you were,” he adds on when he must see your confused expression. “I hope you didn’t think we don’t know how you desire us both.”

“H-how-”

“How did we know?” Gojo takes your question right out of your stammering mouth. You thought you had been discreet about how you felt towards the two of them. However, “I’ll let Nanamin answer that one.”

Just as if it were on cue, Nanami opens the door, slipping in quickly before locking the door. He looks over at you and Gojo, a corner of his lips lifting as he makes his way over. “I hope I didn’t miss anything.”

Gojo presses another kiss to your knee as he mutters, “Nope. However, you may need to explain to her how we knew she wanted both of us and not just one,” against your skin.

When Nanami turns to look at you, you find yourself looking away in embarrassment. Gojo was one story, you learned how to throw back teases and taunts easily. With Nanami, though, you couldn’t do that with him. Especially since he can read you like a book he’s read hundreds of times despite only knowing each other for a few months. So, there’s a small sense of shame when he looks at you when this type of topic is the reason.

“Now, now,” he calls out softly, one of his hands coming to cup your jaw and draw your face towards his. You notice how Gojo has begun to massage your thighs in a display of comfort as well as he looks up at you with soft eyes. “There’s no need to be ashamed. Did you think we wanted you to pick?”

Nanami’s tone, along with the way his thumb traces circles on your cheek, reassures you. He’s silently telling you that it’s ok to admit it. So, you nod slowly, eyes flickering from Nanami to Gojo and back again, seeing the soft expressions both of them wear.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Nanami says sweetly, causing your heart to race in happiness with the endearment but also with the way he leans in to nuzzle his nose with yours, “we were the ones hoping you wouldn’t choose. It was easy to see you wouldn’t with how you looked at us that first night. Not to mention how willing you were to always dine with both of us and not just one.”

He dips down to press a kiss to your jaw. Gojo goes back to his exploring, his nose tracing a trail up the inside of your knees along with his lips. His hands are still massaging the plush flesh of your thighs as Nanami trails his lips further along your jaw, one of his hands cupping one of your breasts. You let out a soft groan at the sensations as they both continue their own explorations of your body.

Nanami’s lips trail back from your jaw until they meet yours. You breathe an almost sigh of relief as you finally get to feel his lips against yours, opening for him the moment his tongue brushes your lower lip. Meanwhile, Gojo is beginning to push your skirt up, his mouth making its way closer and closer towards where you ache the most for these two men.

You’re so lost in these sensations that you hardly register the fact that Nanami has started undoing the buttons of your blouse. In fact, you don’t realize he has until he’s pushing the two sides away and begins to trace the edge of your bra.

“Please,” you breathe out into Nanami’s mouth as both of them begin to reach areas you so desperately want them. You lift your hips so Gojo can push the rest of your skirt up and you arch your chest into Nanami’s touch. “Please. I need both of you.”

The two men pull back to smile at you. However, there’s a teasing glint that you feel you should be scared of.

“Don’t forget, sweetheart. We still have to go over to Akane’s and Geto’s,” Nanami reminds you before locking his lips with yours once again.

“And,” Gojo adds before not only pushing your skirt up, but also removing your soaked panties, “you still have work to finish.”

Nanami folds the cups of your bra so that your breasts are exposed. His hand wastes no time in cupping it, using his thumb and index to pinch and roll your nipple. It causes you to subconsciously arch in a way that pushes you more into Nanami’s touch and also in a way that places your soaking folds inches away from Gojo’s face.

You can feel the way both men smile against either your lips or skin. That should’ve been when you knew they were going to plan something.

Without so much as a word, Nanami pulls away but keeps his hand on your breast. He does this as Gojo spins you in your chair until he’s spreading your legs further apart as he settles underneath your desk. You feel Nanami’s breath against your neck before his other hand comes to give your other breast the same attention as he has been giving the other.

“Finish your work. Am I right to assume that this email is the last of it?” Nanami asks hotly into your ear.

You nod, trying to suppress the moan that wants to escape you as you feel Gojo kiss your mound, his chin just grazing your clit. “If you finish your email,” Gojo starts from between your legs, a devilish smirk spreading his lips as he drags his fingers close to where you want to feel him, “we’ll let you cum as a reward.”

“Then we’ll head over to our happily engaged friends to help plan their wedding,” Nanami tacks on.

“This will probably be the only chance we get before the wedding to do this for you.”

Gojo’s words confuse you until Nanami explains, “Between it being a busy time of year and your maid of honour duties, we won’t be able to treat you until the wedding is over and done with.”

Before you can reply, to be able to tell them how badly you want them and that you could make time, Gojo is licking a stripe up from your opening and stopping just shy of your clit. A moan escapes you at the feeling of his hot tongue.

“However,” Gojo speaks up, pulling away from your centre, “we can’t properly treat you until you’re done with this email. So you better hurry, baby.”

You nod as you shakily bring your hands to your keyboard. If you thought Nanami and Gojo were going to make this easy on you, though, you were dead wrong. Gojo dives into your folds while Nanami gets the slightest bit more aggressive with your breasts. It doesn’t help with the way he dips his head down to kiss along your collarbone, pausing for a moment to suck a mark into your skin.

Trying to ignore them is the most difficult thing you think you’ll ever have to endure. One thing you’re immensely grateful for was that you were nearly done with your email. There were maybe two sentences left to write before you could easily type out your signature. You knew exactly what you had to say but it was slow going with how shaky you were from the pleasure. Your fingers ached to entwine themselves into Nanami and Gojo’s hair. You wanted to be able to focus entirely on how you feel at the hands of these two.

Either way, you had to finish this email. Just a few… more… words…

You find your hips bucking up into Gojo’s mouth as he takes your clit into his mouth. Both Gojo and Nanami chuckle, the latter pressing a kiss to your temple as he mutters, “You’re almost done. I promise we’ll let you focus on us as soon as you send it. And don’t worry about looking it over first. I’ve been reading it this whole time.”

With Nanami’s encouraging words, you nod, bringing your attention back to your computer screen. You make quick work of the last few touches, using Nanami’s gentle kisses and the way Gojo massages your thighs as anchors to ignore the pleasure you really want to focus on.

When you finally finish the email, you wait until Nanami gives you a nod of approval before pressing send. With that, you lean back into your chair and effectively into Nanami’s chest as it causes your hips to slide even closer to Gojo’s face.

“Good girl,” Nanami whispers hotly into your ear, both hands squeezing your breasts in appreciation.

“Now we can give you the reward you deserve,” Gojo mumbles into your pussy, the vibrations sending extra stimulation.

“We will have to be quick, though, if we want to be on time.”

You see the two men exchange a glance and you’re nowhere close to being prepared for what’s about to happen. Before you know it, Nanami is sliding one hand down to play with your clit as he resumes his attentions on your neck and collarbone. Gojo laps you up like a man starved, his tongue every so often replacing Nanami’s fingers when he wants to clean them off.

“You taste fantastic, sweetheart,” Nanami coos before dipping his hand back in between your legs.

“You’re the only thing I want to taste for the rest of my life, baby,” Gojo says without breaking away from your aching cunt.

Just as you wanted, one of your hands splays through Nanami’s blonde hair as he laves your skin with his tongue. Your other hand tangles into Gojo’s white locks, pushing his face further into your wetness and you can feel how he smiles into you.

Your pants and quiet moans fill the room as they work to bring you to the edge. If you weren’t in your office, you’d let it all out. Now isn’t the time though. People are still here and, if you’re too loud, someone could hear you. It didn’t matter if you were done with all of your work, you didn’t need any of your coworkers to know how these two men are working you over.

“I-I’m s-s-so close!” you pant into Nanami’s shoulder, your hand in Gojo’s hair tightening the slightest bit and causing him to groan.

“Let go for us, baby,” Gojo encourages before fucking his tongue back inside you.

“Bite my shoulder if you need to, sweetheart. We’ve got you,” Nanami’s honeyed tone muttered into your skin.

With their words of encouragement and the way they do everything so perfectly, it doesn’t take much longer until you’re biting Nanami’s shoulder to keep yourself quiet. Gojo drinks up everything while Nanami draws gentle circles against your clit to help you through your high.

Once you manage to regain your senses, you feel the way Gojo has once again started massaging your thighs. Nanami licks his fingers clean before slowly putting your clothing back together as he presses light kisses to your neck and jaw.

“You did so well for us, baby,” Gojo says before pressing a kiss to your quivering thigh.

“Did you enjoy it?” Nanami asks, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before letting you answer.

You nod your head almost dumbly as you look between the two. “You both were perfect. It’s too bad we won’t get to do this again until the wedding.”

“Oh, sweetheart. Trust us,” Nanami begins once he finishes with your buttons.

“There’s going to be a lot more than this after the wedding, baby,” Gojo finishes as he helps put your underwear back on and pulls down your skirt. The thought that there’s more than that almost overwhelms you. However, you know that there’s a lot more to experience with these two men than just you being pleasured. These next few months could not move fast enough.

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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Drunk Arthur and Reader!

Very much spurred on by @koboivanderlinde and their recent headcannon of the same thing! (Though it's reversed and theirs is drunk reader with sober arthur)

I just read it and I decided I HAD to

So I hope y'all enjoy!!

WARNINGS!: Drunkeness, fluff, GN reader (if theres a mistake I'll do my best to fix it!!)

TAGS!: @mrsarthurmorgan7 @photo1030 @kieropal @cantchoosejust1

When Arthur drinks, he DRINKS

I mean, he tries not to drink a lot because he knows how he can be sometimes

But when he does drink

He DRINKS

So while they're few and far between, his drunken nights tend to be a little...obnoxious

He has a thing for you, which he has nOT told you

And when he get's shitfaced at Sean's return party his lips are loosened and he says almost anything that comes to his mind

Usually someone else takes care of him whike he's drunk, John or Charles, but tonight, with EVERYONE celebrating there's not really anyone TO take care of him

Other than you of course

While you've had a few drinks yourself you've still got your wits about you.

And you realize just how deep he's in it when he calls out to you

"Y/N! Y/NNNNN! Sugarrr!" He's slurring his words and he's got the largest smile on his face from where he sits at the table.

When you reach him he smiles at you widely and his arm wraps around your waist without a single bit of hesitation

He's pulled you into his lap and latched his lips to your neck within a matter of seconds, sending your face into a red haze

You do your best to try to get him to stop

Not that you don't like it, that's not the thing at all, you yourself have felt something for him for god knows how long

But it's the fact that he's clearly drunk, the red haze on his cheeks, the face that his eyes were glazed over, and that loopy lopsided grin stuck to his face that you loved so much.

You don't want him to regret what he's doing when he wakes up sober tomorrow.

When you do manage to get him to stop kissing you he simply places his forehead against your shoulder, muttering quietly against you.

"You always smell so nice Y/N....you're so good lookin'...and...smart...and so...so...good, and you...you...I love you...you're my favorite...and...I'd do...."

You manage to put your hand over his mouth before he finishes that sentence, the look in his eyes as he looked up at you made you realize that he probably would have finished it with "I'd do anything to fuck you"

He seemed to give you bedroom eyes everytime you looked at him

You tried to leave his lap several times

He refused

Literally iron gripped your waist, like no matter what you did there was NO escaping his grasp.

"Arthur please, you're drunk, you wouldn't say all this if you were sober."

He just laughs at you, and it's a real one, hearty, in his chest, it rumbles through him and even though he's drunk that laugh makes you smile. It isn't often he's in such a good mood

"I love ya Y/N....you're goddamn perfect...." He slurs.

You can't help but smile at him, you know you love him too

You just know he didn't want this, and you're sure when you bring it up to him tomorrow morning he's going to be upset.

You decide it's best to try and get him into his bed

You're able to convince him easily

(He thinks you want to take him somewhere more private 😉)

When you get him into his best he tries to pull you to him, and he manages to kiss you

It's sloppy, rushed, heated, and at first you feel guilty, but then your entire body heats up.

You pull away from him obviously, you know it's the right thing to do, even though his kiss was FANTASTIC even drunk

"Y/N...what's wrong...why won't you kiss me? Why...why won't you tell me you love me? You...I mean... you...You don't love me...do ya?"

He's not on the verge of tears, but his face obviously falls. His eyes, while glazed over a little still show emotion, and you can see just how much your rejection, while it's only temporary, fucks with him.

He'll silently climb onto his cot and then stare at you for a second or two before he speaks again

"'M sorry Y/N....shouldn't have," he hiccups and leans against the side of his wagon that his cot is leaned agsinst. "Shouldn't have said that...'m sorry..'m sorry..."

He keeps apologizing and every apology makes your heart break. He puts his head in his hands, and you can't help but climb onto the cot with him and gently place your hand against his cheek

"Oh Arthur, I do love you, you silly man."

He simply looks at you through his fingers and then silently he manages to position himself with his head in your lap.

You run your fingers through his hair and sigh.

"I love you more than words can explain Arthur, it breaks my heart that you think you have to apologize for saying you love me. Even if I didn't love you, you never have to apologize for loving someone."

You're 90 percent sure he didn't hear a word of that

He's snoring

And you're stuck there for the night but you don't mind.

You truly love him more than words can describe and not only that but the warmth of him against your lap makes you smile. You've never felt closer.

The next morning when he wakes up, confused as to why you're in his tent you have to explain to him what happened

He is so fucking embarrassed

I mean

Puts a hand over his face

Cant look at you

And groans at every word you say

He again apologizes profusely, trying to explain that he'll understand if you hate him, if you don't want him around

You kiss him to shut him up and he's happy to return the kiss.

(After a few moments of brief panic)

When you pull apart and mutter that you love him too he simply sighs quietly and wraps his arms around your waist before saying it for the first time sober

"I love ya too Y/N, I mean that."

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bullet-prooflove · 8 months

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Sunflowers - O.A. Zidan x Reader (NSFW) - Drabble

Tagging: @trublu2u @mrspeacem1nusone @greenies-green @rosaliedepp @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond @anime-weeb-4-life

Omar buys you sunflowers, just because. He leaves them on the kitchen table with a handwritten note telling you he’s been called into work. You come across them when you wake up, opening the drawers in his kitchen in search of coffee.

Their vibrant, pretty, the petals soft as you run your fingers over them.

Something to brighten your day, he texts you when you send a picture.

The mood shifts when you send him another.

You’re wearing one of his shirts, it falls across the curve of your ass, barely covering that pretty little peach. His jaw tightens, locking in the moan that threatens to escape his lips. He’s sitting at his desk waiting for Maggie to return from Vela, Vela with their lunch.

Something to brighten your day 😉, you return.

You have no idea what you’re doing to me, he texts back.

Just wait for tonight, you promise.

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Every time with you is a sensual experience but this is different because Omar had no idea that flowers could be so erotic. He’s lying on the bed, his fingers gripping the sheets as the petals of the sunflower grace his sensitive shaft. You’ve spent the past hour working him up, switching up pressure and texture until he’s desperate and oversensitive. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but somehow, he’s on the cusp already, his dick leaking because he’s wound so fucking tight.

Your head dips low, your lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, tongue flicking over the needy head, and he is done. He’s loud when he comes, louder than he’s ever been. The noise tears out of him as euphoria erupts through his synapses like an IED, searing away his sanity.

You drink him down, swallowing his mess as he lays ruined in the sheets, struggling to catch his breath.

“That was…” He trails off because honestly, he doesn’t have the words for it.

“Who knew this pretty little flower could be so naughty.” You say as you caress the curve of his hip with the petals from the sunflower.

He laughs at that because his pretty little flower, she is downright filthy.

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captainwans · 1 year

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★ . . . ❛ ━━ BEN CHILWELL x FEM!READER.

( MASTERLIST! )

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yourbestfriend no photo creds? 🤨

benchilwell excuse you i took the picture

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sophiaamelia he’s literally kicking his feet giggling rn at the comment section

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kaihavrtz29 yoursister don’t ruin my mood 😒

yourbestfriend watch it havertz you’re next

kaihavrtz29 😶😶

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benchilwell you heard my girl

yourbestfriend like you’re the one to talk

masonmount 😭😭😭

reecejames pls-

odegaard.98 spar noe syltetøy til meg 🍓 ( save some jam for me )

yourinstagram skal det! 🤭 ( will do )

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yourinstagram italy has been treating us well 🇮🇹

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masonmount so that’s where chillys been hiding

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benchilwell ❤️❤️

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yourinstagram thanks, lovie 🫶🏼

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cmpulisic i’m actually concerned

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yourbestfriend enjoy your holiday love birds 🙂

kaihavertz29 and so she speaks!!

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benchilwell yourbestfriend that’s it?

yourbestfriend you expect me to give you a love letter mate? 🤨

kaihavertz29 *grabs popcorn*

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yourusername i don’t even know why i try anymore 🙃🙃

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katrinefogtfriis your captions are always slaying

yourinstagram you’re slaying girlie 💋

kaihavertz29 what about yourbestfriend?

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yourfriend sophiaamelia pls come get ur man

sophiaamelia trust me i’m trying

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username i bet they have a group chat where they bicker and act like children just like the comment section

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masonmount wonder who those flowers are from 👀😉

yourbestfriend definitely not from benchilwell

benchilwell and how do you know? you are literally at the other side of the globe 😑

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📌 yourusername first things first, kaihavertz29 you’re so close to getting blocked (and sophia agrees)

yourusername benchilwell you’re sleeping on the couch tonight (don’t argue!)

yourusername yourbestfriend apologize to ben rn and i don’t want any buts i’m literally going to implode your brain

yourusername masonmount since you’re so curious of my flowers they are from my beautiful mother 🥰

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reecejames 👍🏼👍🏼

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vintageshanny · 10 months

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Elvis lovers - it’s that time again! This week’s question is…..what are your top three live song performances? I definitely have not heard all the live stuff that’s available, so I’m really excited to see all of your answers and add them to my playlist! ❤️❤️❤️ Don’t forget to put the reasons why it speaks to you! Reading about everyone’s love for this man just makes my heart swell. 😘❤️

Such a Night (March 25, 1961 Pearl Harbor) - This concert is amazing, and this song in particular just puts me in a good mood. The little growling noises he does throughout are just so sexy, and the song is so upbeat. I love that you can hear the playful dynamic between him and the audience. There are so many amazing songs from this concert that he rarely performed again - Reconsider Baby, It’s Now or Never, I Need Your Love Tonight. And the corny jokes are already in full effect! He was really just his dorky self on stage, and I love it so much!

My Babe (Elvis Live 1969 Disc 9 - August 25, 1969 Las Vegas Midnight Show) - This is one of my favorite blues songs, and I was so excited when I first saw that Elvis covered it. (If you like blues, listen to Little Walter’s version. It is a great song, and I wish that Elvis had sung all the verses - I’d love to hear him sing “When she’s hot there ain’t no coolin’ her.” 😉😍) The amount of sexiness he oozes in this vocal is almost criminal. When he sings “she don’t, she don’t, she don’t, oh God,” I bet every woman there felt something…unspeakable. And the grunting! Whew…I need to recover from just thinking about this performance. 🥵 Really everything from this first Vegas run is just superb - the bluesy arrangement for Heartbreak Hotel is another favorite for me.

Funny How Time Slips Away (Elvis on Tour Disc 3 - April 14, 1972 Greensboro) - I love this song so much, and this particular version just does things to me. Right before he starts the song, he asks them to turn the house lights up, and when he says “I-I-It’s funny because I-I-I can’t see you really,” his sweet little stutter just melts my heart. Then when he sings, “How am I doin’? Well I’m sweatin’ a little bit baby, but I guess I’m doin’ fine,” it makes a lot more than my heart react. 😉😍😂 I just love how you get a feel for his interaction with the audience in this performance, and I like when he says “let her have it, man, let her have it” to security (I think about someone trying to get a scarf). My other favorite live performance of this is at Madison Square Garden. In that one, you actually can hear him stutter while singing a line, and I love that he goes up and hits that falsetto note when he sings “Remember what I told you,” and then drops way back down. I think he just had a lot of fun singing this, considering it’s kind of a sad song.

Runner-up goes to You’re the Reason I’m Living (March 22, 1975 Midnight Show). I think this is the only time he performed this live (someone correct me if I’m wrong), and it feels like just a beautiful dedication to his fans. Again you can hear his sweet stutter before he starts, and I like how you can hear him direct the band on what to do during the song. He performs the song so beautifully and then concludes by saying “That was, probably you could tell, totally unrehearsed.” Um, no, I could not tell that at all because it was amazing! ❤️

Again tagging past participants, but if you love Elvis and his music, please join in! 😘

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aristocratic-otter · 7 months

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Howdy y'all!

It seems like I can only find the wherewithal to post on Sunday these days. Please don't stop tagging me for Wednesdays, though! I have hope that I'll build up the free time for it again!

Thanks to @prettygoododds, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @larkral, @wellbelesbian, @artsyunderstudy, @nightimedreamersghost, @rimeswithpurple, @shemakesmeforget, @whatevertheweather, @ileadacharmedlife, @facewithoutheart, @cutestkilla and @alexalexinii for tagging me over the last couple of weeks!

First things first, To Heal A Broken Mind is in the homestretch, y'all! It ought to be done in the next two weeks, and then goes to my beta, and then I finally get to share it with @yellobb-old and the rest of the world! Here's a bit of softness from the final chapter:

“I love you!” I blurt, and then squeak and hide my face in his shoulder. But he doesn’t let me hide, just chuckles and lifts my head up so I’m facing him again. .

“I love you too,” he says solemnly, and I feel tears burn at the corner of my eyes. “But hold that thought. After tomorrow, say it to me again. And I’ll do the same. And we’ll start our new life…or, at least, my new life, with you in it. For good this time”

Westward Son is also on the downhill slide, both in the story and in the completion of it! I estimate that the final chapter will go up before November. Here's our crew getting to know a new friend:

Acorn knows where all sorts of forest gleanings may be had. He shows us berry bushes that still have ripe fruit, though chilled by the frost. He digs up squirrel hordes of acorns (his namesake, he chuckles), along with other nuts and seeds. And, while he is strictly a plant eater, he isn’t offended when we hunt the beasts of the forest. He even shows us the best places to set traps or string fishing lines.

When I ask him if he’s bothered by us eating meat in his presence, he’s philosophical. “Should I grow angry at the puma or the wolf because they consume the beautiful deer and rabbits? Their needs are not mine, and so I am content with eating differently from humans, because I am not human.”

The next chapter of Saving Simon Snow is coming soon, lol (and so is Simon) (warning for smutty snippet below):

It’s harder than you’d think to roll your eyes and sneer in disgust when the love of your life is rocking in and out of you, and you feel so full that you’re certain you’ll burst. But I put in the work.

“Consummated? You’re a moron, Snow,” I grumble, even as he steadily takes me apart.

He laughs. “I feel like you should call me Simon when I’m fucking you,” he says, panting.

“You’re a moron, Simon,” I repeat obediently.

Here's a little bit of tension from Snow Fox (next chapter also up in a day or two!)

Gareth comes into view, his pistol now pressed to the back of Malcolm Grimm’s head. “I tied up the Lieutenant, Sir. Shall I give the rest of these blackguards the same treatment?”

Forgive me, Baz.

“As you please,” I tell Gareth, keeping my tone light. “And no need to be gentle.”

From my CORB, The Heart in The Well, Baz is in a spot of trouble.

A sharp pain in my skull, and I found myself facing a hobgoblin. He was holding me up by my hair. Hobgoblins are related to goblins, but their skin is more greenish-grey than green, and they’re far uglier. But they eat people, just like their prettier cousins. I wondered if I was about to be their next meal.

I hoped they’d choke on me.

From what I am currently calling "Simon the TikTok Dancer" (which will absolutely not be its final name), try to guess who Simon's teacher is 😉

At least Snow’s obvious progress makes what I have to tell him tonight easier. I’ve been dreading it all day. San Diego State University starts up again on Monday, and so our dance season is over. I have to say good-bye to Snow, at least for the school year.

I indulge myself in watching him dance, not eager to bring down the mood already.

I can see spots where his control is rough, and areas where he needs more precision, but truly, he’s already beautiful to watch.

And finally, a little Simon and Baz bonding from Stars, Flowers, and Children:

Simon is bubbling over with excitement, and I can’t help being infected with his enthusiasm. The moment we reach the pond, he spins to face me with a wild grin and says, “We’ve found Blackbeard’s lagoon, Baz! His buried treasure must be nearby!”

I stare at him. What on Earth is he on about?

Simon’s smile fades a little. When he speaks again, it’s in a softer, more coaxing tone. “Come on Baz. Haven’t you ever played a game of make believe?”

Is that what this is? “I didn’t grow up around many other children,” I admit, stiffly.

Simon’s expression softens into something that looks very much like pity. It’s intolerable.

I'm actually posting well before midnight for once, so I'm going to tag generously. Welcome and join me if you'd like, friends!

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purplefangirl42 · 1 year

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Dear Kels, may I humbly request a Silco/Fem!Reader fic? 🙏🏻

Imagine reader was gone for a while (for a job or something) and comes home to her Boyfriend Silco. Would Silco be sweet and kinda touchstarved upon her return? 🤔😉 I wonder….

Love Roxy 😘

Thank you for the request Roxy! Here's some fluffy, clingy Silco for you 💜

Tags: Fluff, Touch-Starved Silco, Reunion

A deep sigh escaped you as you leaned against the back of the descending elevator. The majority of your trip had been enjoyable, but you were more than ready to be home. It would be nice to see everyone and be in familiar surroundings after being away for so long.

You looked at your watch and realized that with how late it was, Jinx would likely be asleep when you arrived. You would have to settle with seeing her in the morning. Silco, on the other hand, you would be able to surprise tonight. They weren’t expecting you back until tomorrow evening, so your early arrival would hopefully be a welcome surprise.

The elevator finally reached the bottom, the door opening to allow you to exit. You took in the familiar sights of the Lanes as you walked, basking in the sights and smells of the world around you. It didn’t take long to make your way to The Last Drop, the green glow acting as a beacon for you to gravitate towards. You paused a short distance away, savoring the sight of the place you called home for a moment before walking over to the door.

The club was quiet, having been closed for the night according to the sign on the door. That was unusual. The guard at the door let you pass without question, nodding his head in greeting. Sevika sat at a booth in the back with Ran and a few others, playing a card game. She looked up at the sound of your entrance and gave you a wave. She turned to say something to her fellow card players and then walked over to you.

“You’re back early. Does he know you’re here?”

You shook your head and shrugged out of your coat, laying it over your arm.

“I wanted to surprise him and Jinx with my early arrival.”

“He’ll be glad to see you,” Sevika said. “I’m glad you’re back. He’s been in a foul mood while you’ve been gone.”

“The entire time?” you asked.

Sevika’s nod caused you to raise your eyebrows in surprise. You had been gone for almost a month. If Silco had been in a bad mood during your entire absence, you felt bad for everyone under his employ.

“I better go see him then.”

Sevika bid you goodbye as you headed for the stairs. When you reached Silco’s office, you paused for a moment before opening the door. You knew it would be unlikely for Silco to be cross with you when you entered the room, but you also knew what he was like when he got in one of his moods. You took a deep breath and turned the handle, opening the door.

Silco looked up from his paperwork, a murderous expression on his face at being disturbed. When his gaze met yours, you could see the anger slowly melt away and the scowl disappear. His good eye widened in surprise as he said your name softly.

You closed the door behind you and placed your bag on the floor, laying your coat over it. You started walking towards where Silco was sitting, but stopped when he rose from his chair. His long legs carried him around the desk and towards you at an incredible speed. Before you knew it, his arms were wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“I take it you missed me?” you asked as you also wrapped your arms around him.

Silco didn’t respond, only holding onto you like you were his lifeline. You could hear his shaky breathing near your ear, which prompted you to pull back from his embrace and take his face in your hands. Exhaustion was prominent on his features and even the skin under his good eye was dark.

“Silco, what’s wrong?”

“I missed you. More than you know.”

You gave him a loving smile and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips.

“I missed you too, Silco. But why do you look so exhausted?”

“Jinx was having a difficult time with your absence for a while until I finally convinced her that you would in fact return. But those words didn’t seem to do much good for my own troubled mind. I’ve barely been able to sleep since you left.”

Your heart sank at his words, sympathy for how tired he must be filling you.

“Oh darling, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have gone if I knew that it would affect you this much.”

“There’s no way you could have known. I certainly didn’t expect it myself. I’ve spent most of my life without you, what was a month?”

You wrapped your arms around him again, pulling him tightly against your body. You ran your hand soothingly through the hairs on the back of his neck, your thumb rubbing circles on the sensitive skin behind his ear.

“Next time, I’ll make sure the trip is shorter. I promise.”

This time it was Silco that pulled away. He grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“If I had my way, you’d never leave my sight again.”

You laughed gently and shook your head. The love you felt both for him and from him made your heart do backflips. Even if he was a bit ridiculous sometimes.

“Well, I’m here now. Why don’t we spend some time in each other’s company?”

You could see a glint of desire in his teal eye as a smirk raised the corner of his lips, but it was quickly extinguished when he glanced back toward his desk.

“I’m afraid that I have work to do. I wanted to get it all done before you arrived so I would be free to spend time with you. But, you surprised me by coming home early.”

“I can keep you company while you work then.”

Silco seemed to like that idea and using his grip on your hand, began to pull you back towards his chair. He sat down and patted his knee, indicating for you to take a seat as well. You followed his instructions, swinging your legs across his lap and snuggling in close to him. Your head rested on his shoulder, your senses absorbing the mixture of his cologne and cigar smells. That had been something you had definitely missed, and you were very glad to be able to have it around again.

“I love you, I hope you know that,” you said softly.

Silco paused and looked down at you, meeting your gaze.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

He leaned in and placed a kiss to your forehead, lingering for a few moments before returning to his work once again. As he worked, one of his hands rested on your legs, lightly tracing circles against your knees. Every so often he would tilt his head to the side to rest it against yours, as if he needed to reassure himself that you were truly there.

You had a feeling that he would try to get his way when it came to never letting you leave his sight, even if it was only for a little while.

#50 follower celebration #silco #lol silco #silco arcane #silco x reader

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impossiblesongs · 1 year

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and hanging on by the skin of our teeth (the master/reader) 2/6

Summary: The Master found himself unnervingly entertained by a human psychology student volunteering at UNIT. Embarrassingly, it endures through more than one of his faces. || ✍️✍️✍️fic masterlist ||

Disclaimer: Not my characters. This is a disclaimer.

Title from “Daffodil” by Florence and the Machine

AN: This is my first ever reader fic and I’m not terribly sorry. It’s been ages since I’ve written anything and I’m indulging myself. It’s not my fault the Master is my babygirl, and it’s not your fault they’re the love of your life either. Enjoy! 😉

AN#2: this is somewhere in the series 10 Simm!Master era, but before 10x11 specifically

ii. consensual kidnapping (simm!master)

Technically, for what appears to be medieval times on a distant planet, you should both stick out like sore thumbs. The Master is dressed head to toe in a meticulous black suit, last night’s eyeliner smeared beneath his right eye and his peroxide hair streaking with grey. You adorn a worn dark brown leather jacket, and a neon blue minidress, paired with tights and combat boots. You think you both look Earth Chic, but you don’t tell him that. He’d sulk.

Right about now, you have other priorities, like needling him for his advice as to what possible gifts you could pick up for your date on such an odd planet, given you are missing the actual date itself to gallivant through the cosmos.

“Do they have chocolates here? I could feed them to him when I get back, smooth over my apology,” you chatter. “Or maybe, do they have clothing stores? Maybe a foreign jumper would do. Does everyone have six arms here? Surely there are tourism options?”

The Master made a face, as he always did when you mentioned any ties to your home life or family, your studies. They all incurred his ire. Well, it would do him good to deal with yours. This was the first date you had managed to secure your entire last two years of uni, and that was only because he happened to be the only other person you really saw as you both volunteered at UNIT. The Master knew you were looking forward to it. This date. And yet, here you were, not on said date. Because he was the Master. Because from everything you know about him, he’s not the type to do this. To take a pet. Because you never knew if this time was the last time. Because if UNIT even had an inkling, you were done for. But you wouldn't miss it for the world.

“Aww,” the Master mockingly pouted his lips at you. “You’ve pulled, and now you’re making your human problem everyone’s problem.”

You opened your mouth to respond but the Master placed his palm over your lips, halting your words.

“Ah, tat, tat, tat. Procreate on your own time,” he motioned to the current play at power he was far too excited to show you tonight. “Pay attention.”

He pulled his hand away and you bit your lip to keep from smiling, hoping beyond hope that the fondness in your expression didn’t give you away. You pushed your shoulder into his, jostling his artfully cool posture. He turned an unimpressed look your way, sternly raising a brow. You turn your eyes back to the processions of your surroundings.

“You know, it’s not like you couldn’t have sped along to the following day, after my date, if you planned to kidnap me,” you pointed out, as he stewed in his indifference. “You have a time machine.”

“You’d like that,” the Master snapped, regretting the decision of letting you have free reign as he did. He ought to just destroy Earth’s civilization for good and be done with it. There would be no choice in the matter then. “I’d just as well drop you off and forget about you.”

You hummed in agreement, “You probably should. No use, me.”

The Master turned to glare at you. You met his eye, watching as the malice swam alive and true, then, subtly, a between, shifting his entire mood and intent.

“Or, perhaps…” he moved to stand in front of you, barring you between his arms and the wall of the building you were leaning against.

The noise and bustle of the crowd dull compared to the roar of your heart in your ears.

“I’ve been giving you too much leeway,” the Master said. “Pretending, for your sake, that you make good decisions.”

“How rude of me,” you agreed sarcastically.

“Quite,” the Master removed his arms from either side of you, his eyes wandering down your figure. His fingertip skirted the fabric hugging your hip. “Earth dresses really do just get shorter by the year, don’t they.”

“This dress is adorable,” you said, a matter of fact, ignoring the shiver brought on by the barest of touches. “You might just be old.”

The Master’s grin grew wolfish, crowding closer all the while. His brown eyes were fixed upon your mouth, and you could feel his breath puff against your lip.

Your palm went up to his chest, settling between his hearts. You inhaled a breath, hoping to gain some sense of greater perception. Falling to his whims would be devastating.

“Your eyes are dilated. One could even say they look heated. Skin’s… all a flush.” He tucks a curl behind your ear. “Not to mention… all those thoughts.” He grinned wickedly. “You know, if you keep thinking loud enough, those pesky things will always give you away.”

“One, I’m human, and you, despite it all, look human. Our silly little human bodies aren’t advanced enough to not react to stimulus,” you said. The Master shut his eyes and frowned theatrically, nodding his head as if you were speaking the gospel.

“Two, we both know you don’t really want me.” Slowly, with a firmness that was all too delicate, that would shatter in an instance if pressed, you pushed him away. Inch by terrible inch he went, distance granted, but not enough to gain a sure footing. Still hovering, towering over you, smirk in place. Reveling in your reactions. The terrible want of him pulsed inside of you.

“We both know, you’re just playing.”

“It is such a fun game,” he said, smiling beatifically. He turned to survey the room and immediately scowled. “Oh, blast! We’re missing the beheading!”

You gasped, “You said we were coming to court, not to a beheading?!”

The Master took firm hold of your hand and began pulling you through the crowd, lightly chastising, “Come along now, listen to your Master!”

#the master x reader #simm!master x reader #wyrwtd

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eddiemunsonboyf · 2 years

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Can you do Eddie Munson w male reader whos goth/emo and has a lot of piercings😭

Eddie x goth!male!reader head canons

Warnings : slight suggestive in some areas

A/N : As a goth this had me blushing and shit.

- Absolutely obsessed with everything about you

- Your clothes, piercings, makeup, the way you hold yourself up

- You don’t take shit from anyone. You truly don’t give a damn

- They can talk about your style all they want. Accusing you of devil worship and all they will get is middle finger

- If they talk about your sexuality/relationship on the other hand you might just jokingly “ looks like I have my next sacrifice ”

- He is absolutely wrapped around your finger

- Speaking of make up, he absolutely loves to watch you apply it all.

- He has a weird fascination of your eyebrows (penciled)

- “Your eyebrows are straighter than you”

- “Says the one that sneaks through my window every night”

- Black , red or purple lipstick are his favorite on you

- Your bold black eyeliner is a must. It makes your eyes looker “sexier”

- Sometimes he will have you sit in his lap and apply it for you (usually ends with his mouth against yours and your lipstick smearing)

- Will help you do your hair if it’s taking you a while

- Loves to do your makeup and hair to get a good look at your piercings. Especially if you gotten a new one wherever

- JEWELRY FOR YOU IS A MUST PRESENT

- Tongue jewelry, nose, eyebrows,ear jewelry, necklaces, bracelets everything for you

- “Anything for my prince”

- He will introduce you to Robin and crew

-Most of them view you as quite intimidating

-But Robin and you instinctively become best friends (You are the second one after Steve that she comes out to)

-Now back to piercings

(suggestive is coming)

- Loves the feeling of your tongue piercing

- During make outs you best believe tongue

- He loves the feeling of it against his. Makes him fucking weak

- Gliding your tongue against is skin (let him feel the piercing) is the easiest way to get him in the mood

- GO DOWN ON HIM

- Okay back to fluffy

- Like I said he loves your style

- It’s to the point he will even steal your clothes (especially after fun night)

- “Are those my pants?”

- “Maybe but I gotta admit babe your ass looks better than mine I’m this” Follow by a light tap of your ass

- He will also steal your rings

- In response of him stealing your shits, pants and rings

- You will steal his hellfire club shirt and wear that around your place with just some boxers (especially the night before his campaigns. To you know motivate him 😉😉) - Y’all little thing to do is to go to music festivals together

- But the best thing is to show him your favorite horror/slashers

- There is nothing better than being wrapped in each other’s arms

You stood inside the bathroom in front of the mirror. With a needle and lighter in your hands. Is it recommended to pierce yourself? No but you do it anyways. It’s just like getting one done at the shop. Wear gloves and have a clean needle and jewelry. You have done every piercing that you have and not one has gotten infected. Shit maybe you should become a piercer. That thought has went across your mind time and time again. You wouldn’t have to worry about college and student loans. But then again your family would be even more disappointed in you than they already are

When the felt like the needle was clean enough you brought the needle up to the bridge of your nose and poked it through. “Hey babe do you wanna go to my campaign tonight” Your boyfriend stopped at the door frame “Ummm you got something right there” He pointed to the bridge

“Yeah I know.” You put your focus back to the mirror as you push the needle through follow by the bar. As you put the ball onto the other end. You could see the concern on your boyfriend’s face “Is that safe”

“Is what safe?�� You asked as you were cleaning up your area. You walked to him pressing a kiss to him. “You know piercing yourself. Aren’t you supposed to get it professionally done” You played with the end of his hair. “Yes you supposed to. But I have never gotten them done professionally and I will never” You smiled at him before moving past him

“Wait come here can you put eyeliner on me for the campaign?”

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x male reader #male reader

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munsonownsmyass · 1 year

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Hello my sweet Lily!

I saw the list of winter prompts and I’m strongly drawn to “Getting happily drunk off spiked eggnog” with Matthias Helvar, I can’t stop thinking of your lumberjack fic 😉

Please and thank you 😘

My sweet Ericca! I'm so happy you asked for Matthias Helvar. I love him and I hope I did your ask justice ❤️🎄

Matthias Helvar x reader

Authors note: It ended up being (probably) a little cheesy, but I hope you're all in the mood for some Christmas fluff.

Unedited, unbetaed. Just yeeted into the tumblrverse.

The apartment is buzzing with excitement, laughter filling your ears as you walk around making sure your guests are having a great time. A few weeks ago, you decided to throw a little Christmas party for your friends and a few neighbors. With the party at full swing, you already feel the nice buzz from the spiked eggnog that you’ve had a few too many glasses of. Walking past the kitchen, you see your friend Layla make another batch of eggnog, grinning at you.

“If you’re looking for your hunk of a neighbor, he’s on the terrace.” She says knowingly, wiggling her eyebrows. You just flip her off with a soft smile before you make your way outside. You’ve harbored a crush for your neighbor Matthias for a while, practically squealing when he accepted your invitation to come tonight.

You’re hit by the cold air as soon as you open the door, thinking you should have put on a hoodie or something. Looking to the side, you find Matthias leaning against the railing, a big mug of eggnog in his hands. You slide up next to him, resisting the urge to lean into him. Gently you bump your shoulder against his, making him look up into your eyes. Matthias offers you a sip of the mug, which you decline with a soft smile and a shake to your head. When he takes another swig of the mug, he loses his footing for a sec and leans into you.

“Really liking that eggnog, huh?” you ask, eyeing the big Fjerdan beside you. Matthias just laughs, surprising you. In all the time you’ve known him, he’s been very reserved. Kind and helpful, but rarely put his guard down.

“This is really good.” He grins, his words already a little slurred. He leans in closer, putting his free arm around you. For a moment you forget how to breathe as you take in his scent, his heat, thanking Layla for making such strong eggnog. “I like it a lot.”

You enjoy seeing Matthias like this, letting loose and enjoying himself. It’s hard to believe this is the same, softspoken Fjerdan you’re used to seeing in the halls. “Well, if it makes you this happy, I’ll make sure to bring you more.”

For a second he stops smiling, face all serious as he looks from you to the mug, swirling the remaining liquid. “It doesn’t.” Confused, you’re about to ask what he means when he turns to look you in the eyes. “It doesn’t make me happy.”

You take the mug from him, gently putting your free hand around him. He’s clearly had enough. “Wauw, okay. Maybe we should get you some water?”

You start leading him inside despite his protests, mumbling that you don’t understand what he means. He stops in the door, not wanting to go back inside, muttering some foreign words under his breath. The whole situation makes you giggle, seeing strong silent Matthias Helvar act like a moody child. You yank at him a final time, trying to get him out of the cold.

The terrace is slippery in the frosty weather and suddenly you fall, yanking Matthias with you. Before you can even focus on the pain in your back, you realize he in on top of you, his face inches from yours. Matthias lifts his gaze, his beautiful blue eyes looking into yours as he mumbles a soft ‘I’m sorry’.

“It’s okay, Matthias.” You say, barely above a whisper. Staring back at him, you feel your cheeks heat up under his intense gaze. The weight of him on you makes it hard to breathe, but you don’t want him to move. Having thought about this more times than you can count, you wish this moment would never end, but you know it has to before you do anything you’ll regret in the morning.

“You do.” He says, his lips quirking up in a small smile, eyes full of earnest. Swallowing, you barely manage to ask what he means, before he huffs, clearly finding it funny how oblivious you are. “The eggnog doesn’t make me happy.”

“The eggnog doesn’t make you happy.” You repeat, trying to make sense of it all. Your head is spinning, the alcohol making everything blurry. “But… I do?”

Matthias laughs, nodding as he inches closer to you, his nose brushing over yours. “Yes…” Your breath hitches as he moves closer, his lips so close you can feel his hot breath on your own lips. Putting his weight on one arm, he lifts up and cups your cheek with the other, the touch causing you to break out in goosebumps.

“Min hajefetla” he whispers softly, before inching closer. But in that moment, Layla burst out through the door, giggling with her arms around one of your other neighbors. Shooting you an apologetic look, she rushes back inside, but the spell is already broken. Matthias groans as he gets off you, helping you up as he stands.

An hour later, it’s only you, Layla and Matthias still standing. Smoothly, Layla asks Matthias to help you clean up before she slips out of the door, leaving the two of you alone.

“What did it mean?” you ask, picking up another plastic cup. When Matthias gives you a puzzled look, you step closer, pointing towards the terrace. “What you said out there. Min hajefetla?”

He blushes, barely looking you in the eyes as a soft smile lights up his face. “It means ‘My songbird’. I always love it when you sing. I can hear you through the wall.”

Turning away to hide the redness creeping up your face, you do your best on cleaning up. You’re sure he didn’t mean it, he’s not himself right now, drunk on eggnog. When he sobers up, he will have forgotten all about this, you’re sure.

When you turn around, Matthias is right behind you. Stepping forward, he cages you in against the kitchen counter. Leaning in closer, his lips almost touching yours before you stop him. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… Maybe we should wait until…”

“Until I’m sober?” he grins, a finger coming up to trace your jaw before it comes to a rest under your chin, lifting your head until your eyes meet his. “If you ask me tomorrow, I will still mean every single word I’ve said tonight. I… Like you.”

His cheeks flush and he averts your gaze, suddenly shy. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest, barely believing what he said, unable to keep your lips from curling into a smile. “So it wasn’t just the eggnog talking?”

“No.” He grins, finally meeting your gaze again. He moves closer, hesitating briefly before his lips brush against yours. You slide your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss. You could kiss him forever, but eventually you break away for air, Matthias smiling wide as he looks at you.

“Merry Christmas.” He says against your lips, giving you another quick peck as he wraps his arms around you.

“Merry Christmas” you repeat, thinking this might be the best Christmas ever.

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